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. (spacecowboys) wrote in rooms,

Re: In-person: Selina/Bruce
[He was right, of course, Helena being a fighter might not be enough. She knew that, and it felt like they'd been here again and again with Helena, and maybe she was desensitized. Or maybe she just needed to be, because the past month had come thisclose to breaking her, and any little thing could still tip that balance. She wanted to say things about hope, about not losing it, but he was tense beneath her fingers, and her hands slid to his shoulders, pressure and kneading in her fingertips against the line of his collar.

Why, he asked, and then he was talking, and she touched her hand to his cheek.] That's why. [And it had never mattered to her, his little rule. Oh, she adhered to it more often than not, but she didn't have the respect for life that he did. She never had, and that was all Gotham alleycat.

She stepped back, and she was still weak, still slow in the sway of her hips, but she was steady, and death wasn't lingering over her shoulder anymore. He smelled like cleaners, and she smelled like sex, and she nodded toward the bath in the corner. Her mind skipped for just a minute, and there was a stammer to her words. Brace, went her shoulders, as if she was preparing for a physical blow.] Run the water? I promise not to look.