Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[He didn't let go when she stopped fighting. He could have, but it hadn't entirely been about getting her to stop, to calm down, and those moments passed in silence as he looked at her. And then she was wrenching free, hands sliding over his shoulders and claw-tipped fingers winding tight in his cape. No flying fists, no blows, and Bruce let his weight press back against the wall in order to support hers; her body was heavier than it looked, solid weight against his, and it was easier this way. Easier to let her cling to him, and even beneath the kevlar he could feel the contact, or maybe he just wanted to enough that he convinced himself he could. Maybe it didn't matter.
An arm went around her waist even before she kissed him, gloved fingers along her back, and his other hand went to her thigh when she used the cape to gain leverage, trying to encourage rather than hinder her movements without being fully aware of it. The kiss was teeth and bite and he responded in kind, nothing soft or slow between them. Her lips were cold, her skin was too warm, and he could feel the tension beneath her suit. Part of him worried as it always did, but a larger part just pulled her closer, deepened the kiss, and shoved aside concern for the moment.]