Re: Old Gotham: Selina/Bruce
[Later was what he clung to. Later was hope, it was the promise of something beyond this, of a city that could survive and rebuild and be all the stronger for it. She was as stubborn as he was, Bruce knew that. She wanted to keep fighting, and she had as much a right to fight for her city, for herself, as anyone else did. But he still worried, and he wanted this over sooner rather than later. And he would find Ra's, somehow, dismantle his League and ensure he was kept somewhere very, very secure, or...
Well. There were other options. He'd always said Batman was what Gotham needed to be, and Gotham needed Ra's gone.
But that was later too. He didn't notice her redness in the dark, but the kiss to his chin warmed him, and he was grateful for the cowl just in case; there was vulnerability, and then there was turning red like a schoolboy. Progress. His expression was, briefly, sheepish when she told him she wouldn't break, and it wasn't that he thought she was weak, because he didn't. Not at all. But he was concerned, and that wasn't about to change.] I know. [It was a concession, acknowledgment.
The emotion in her kiss was intoxicating, and he kissed her back even when she shoved his shoulder, digging in his heels with the back at his wall, and he inhaled sharply when she stepped back. Necessary, yes, but he still mourned the lost contact. Bruce knew he needed to to. He did, but he moved away from the wall slowly, slowly, turned towards the roof of the building, towards up.] You don't have to thank me. [He paused.] Be careful. [A wane smile, and then with a hiss of grapple and wire he was up and swallowed up by the night.]