Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
She was looking for tension. She was looking for anything that resembled that night on the roof, after they lost Damian the first time. Missteps, she was looking for missteps, and she was trying to read them in the line of his shoulders. She sought out tension, but she didn't find any. She got the reverse, and it made her exhale against the back of his shirt, relief at not being shoved off, at not making this worse.
"You didn't," she whispered, and she had no idea if it was the right thing to say. It was like when she tried to say the right thing with Stephanie or Helena, and her mind just forgot how, and she closed her eyes and tried not to say anything immensely stupid. She pressed a kiss between his shoulders, against the fabric there, and she sighed. "He made a choice, Bruce. He made a choice. You tried. Everyone tried." One of her hands slid to his back, and the other remained there, on his stomach. She rubbed her fingers over the fabric of his back, shoulder to waist. "He has another chance now." Because she absolutely believed that.
Behind them, the puppy got brave enough to leap off the bed with a whimper on landing, but he was bounding over to the feet in the room a moment later, and he curled up on Bruce's feet with a whiny little yawn.