Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
Maybe Bruce just thought it was too simple, that one person could be the basis which set him apart from all other versions of himself. He had loved Rachel, that was true; years and years ago, however. Now, if she were to come back, it would be different. Those feelings weren't there anymore. She was a memory now, albeit a good one, dead and gone just like his parents. As for Iris? He cared about her, he probably always would, but he didn't love her either. But he wasn't thinking about either woman just then, only the one he was currently in bed with.
"We are." It was a fond thing, not the least bit self-deprecating or critical. He wasn't as surprised as she'd been when she kissed him, but he did share her feelings about this kind of intimacy, slow warmth that had nothing to do with sex, was scarier; the emotional always was. He managed a smile, then, when she said she liked this Alfred, and her fingers against his skin felt good. "I like him too," he said quietly. This Alfred was from his world, and he was so, so very grateful that he was here.
Said useless puppy made a sleepy sound as he wriggled closer, and Bruce exhaled something like a laugh. "Of course." He paused. Sobered. "The memorial Alfred mentioned. Will you come?" He wasn't sure if she'd want to, but he wanted her to know she was welcome.