Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[Worry about it later, she said. Bruce was worried about it now, but there wasn't time to argue about her going home. And, in truth, he did understand. She needed to do this, to be out here. They were all pushing themselves in one way or another, but when it became too much for her, when it turned dangerous, that was when he would insist that she step down and get some rest. Killing herself to stop Ra's would accomplish nothing, save for giving the man the satisfaction of knowing that he'd driven her into an early grave.] Later. [It was a promise, one which said he wouldn't just turn a blind eye and forget.
He wished there wasn't kevlar between them. He was aware of her body against his, aware of her thigh high against his hip and her arm around his shoulder as she clung, but he didn't feel the contact like he wanted to. Later, repetition to reassure himself. There would be a later. They just had to get through this. And, somehow, having her this close, holding her as tightly as she held onto him, didn't feel like weakness. He was tired and spent, but she gave him strength. It was something he didn't have words for, but maybe he didn't need words, not for this.
It's a work in progress. [His smile was weary, but it was genuine. A response to her fondness, and he chuckled quietly when she said she wasn't sorry she'd hit him.] I don't expect you to be. [The hug caught him off guard; he hadn't been hugged very often in his life. A best passed before he hugged her back, a little too hard, but he caught himself quickly and tried to make it less crushing.] It's not my favourite thing either at present, but... it feels right. [It was time, and he wondered, briefly, if this had been Ra's intention all along. He was quiet as she spoke, questions that weren't questions but were, and he pulled back to look at her, shadows and dark.] I'll win. This will end. I'll come home to you. [The hand on her thigh lifted, gloved fingers brushing over her cheek.] I'll come home to you. [Quieter, a whisper, and this time the kiss was soft, contrast with hard kevlar and black.]