Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina Of course she doesn't understand, and Selina didn't add anything. She felt like adding words would just be white noise, and the more she said, the more she could get wrong. Silence, and she followed as quietly as if she was there to steal the silverware.
She knew where his room was. Well, rooms, because she'd been in this space often enough to know it was bigger than most of the apartments in her side of Gotham.
She stopped just inside the door, and she watched him sit on the bed with the sleepy puppy, and she smiled just a little. Well, at least that had been a good call. She wasn't sure if it made her feel better or worse, that a dog was more successful at this than she was, and she crossed the room and thought of Iris again.
Now it was her turn to look onto the grass below, and she eventually turned, hip against the disgustingly expensive windowpane as he finally spoke. "Ra's. You're trying to avoid history repeating with Ra's," she said, and maybe the words were entirely unnecessary, but she needed to hear her own voice. "It's a good idea, Bruce. Is there going to be a ceremony?" She almost asked about the zebras, because Holly had brought them up and up, but she found she didn't actually care. She'd seen Damian after he stole the lions, and she couldn't help but wonder if this had all been festering since then, and all without her noticing.
"Take the socks off," she finally suggested, after all that silence, and she moved toward the bed and reluctantly stopped close enough to rub one of the puppy's ears between her fingers with obvious uncertainty about this entire thing. One day, that dog was going to be huge and, if she didn't ruin everything, she might have to pretend to like the thing.
"There's a ceasefire with the families through the holidays." Casual.