Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
She knew he wasn't paying attention to her. She knew, because she knew when he was seeing her, when he wasn't. She knew when he was too distracted, and she knew when she was an afterthought. This felt like backpedaling. It felt like a tumble down an old cliff, and she knew that wasn't logical. But she wasn't exactly known for thinking. She was emotion, passion, and walls, and the walls inched higher and higher the longer she stood in that room.
She nodded her understanding when he confirmed her comment about Ra's. It made sense, and she didn't blame him. She didn't believe in burying bodies anyway. Graves were just places for people to visit, and who really cared if it was bone or ash inside? She smiled a ghost of a smile when he mentioned Alfred and a memorial. She liked this version of the old butler.
And she was grateful when he set the puppy down and went to find dry socks. She had a feeling he was just doing it to humor her, but she'd take it. She sat beside the abandoned puppy, who woke up the moment Bruce stepped away. The small dog whined, and Selina rolled her eyes at it, as if the dog would understand such a thing. Needy little thing, and she wondered if the kids she'd bought if off knew where the puppy's mother was. But it was fitting, that the dog was an orphan. Everyone in Gotham was an orphan, it seemed. But it was more likely the dog was just stolen. It looked purebred, and the crate that she'd abandoned outside was expensive.
She didn't need to see his expression to understand his feeling about the families. She didn't ask. Didn't add anything. She stayed where she was, and she glanced toward the door. She wasn't helping here, and she knew she was on a tightrope that was bound to snap at any moment. She could leave, she could give this one last chance.
Predictably, she went for the latter.
She stood, which only made the puppy whine more as it tried to decide if it was brave enough to make the leap from the high bed to the ground.
Quiet, but no deliberate stealth; she didn't want to startle him. Her hands rested on the small of his back, flat palms, and then she slid them around his waist and pressed her cheek to his back.