Re: Manor: Bruce & Selina
She made a humming sound that was yes, and she smiled as he said he wondered what Alfred thought of them as children. "I think we were almost teenagers, and apparently Alfred hated me and then, out of the blue, he liked me." She was a curious thing by nature; all cats were. And her tone said she would love to know why. "I bet Eddie has a place in whatever door it is. He's resourceful that way," she said, liking the idea of the little jaunt the longer she thought about it.
It was certainly preferable to thinking about Helena, who she couldn't win over no matter what. She tried to wave it off, but she couldn't. "We haven't spoken since you were taken. It was an argument. People argue all the time. I don't understand- I thought you were going to die, and-" But she ultimately cut herself off, because it was pointless, and she knew it was pointless. Helena's problems with her went much, much further back, and she would never comprehend them. The sting, the hurt, that she understood perfectly. "I would love to come, but I won't," she said, quiet and regretful. She wanted to, but she couldn't imagine a world in which Helena wouldn't come to her brother's service, where Helena wouldn't come check on her father.
She wasn't going to be around to obstruct that.
But, Iris. Ah, Iris. "Bruce, I can't spend my life worrying that one look at Iris' face is going to make you leave me." It was extremely mature, and only the hiss that lingered beneath the words belied her feelings. But she stretched, eyes still closed, and she kissed his jaw. "It'll be fine. Rest." A beat. "Just tell me if she moves in," she added. Iris had a tendency to be conveniently homeless.