Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[If he was concerned about her attacking him, it didn't show. There was no defensive posturing, no move to take the knife from her or block a potential blow. No, Bruce was confident that she would realize it was him well before moving to strike, and the quick disappearance of the blade proved as much. He watched her stand and remained silent, saying nothing more, waiting for her to respond first. In truth, he wasn't entirely sure what to expect. He knew she was running herself ragged, he knew she was exhausted and worried and angry. Ra's terrified her, he knew that too. And there was Eddie, and Helena, and his own captivity. He thought she should be somewhere safe, resting, but they didn't have time to argue and he didn't think he could bring himself to physically force her back to the loft. Not after leaving her with a note to walk into a trap on the small hope that he could catch Ra's off guard, which had, of course, been a mistake.
When she sobbed, he moved forward. What he intended to say was questionable, he didn't even know himself, but he couldn't just stand there while she was so obviously upset. But there was no time to speak, and he stopped short just a second before she swung her fist. The blow connected, that and the rest, one after the other-- because he didn't try to stop them. The kevlar protected him and, really, even without it she wasn't strong enough to do much damage. Not now, at least. He let her hit him, and he let her crowd him back against the building. There was no sound but that of the fight below and the strike of fists and open palm and claws against his suit, and he didn't intervene until he thought he should, when she'd used too much energy and had reached the point of enough.]
Selina. [He caught her wrists, struggling for a moment to keep his grip steady.] Stop. You'll wear yourself out. As much as I deserve it, I'm not worth that.