As he gestured, her eyes slipped to the metal gate.
Badly she wanted to tell him no. To remind him that she didn't drink, and why. But all her mind could do was say yes. Anything he wanted. Anything to keep the momentum between them and never lose it again. Every time she looked at him she saw the other half of her so closely guarded heart. Even after leaving Gotham, no matter the company she kept, she never offered her heart to anyone. She never offered it because it wasn't her own to give. It belonged to Bruce. It belonged to this man.
And that was why her body had turned without her realizing it. Her feet were moving without her command and once the metal gate had snapped closed behind it it took all of her strength not to break into an all out run. But she did close the distance between them, as fast as she allowed herself.
Without a word she pressed herself against Bruce, an arm lifting to encircle his strong neck. Her free hand went to his side where she knew a set of scars to be across his hip, a run in with her own sharp claws in a fight. And before she could stop herself her lips had found the skin of the corner of his own lips, leaving a red stain of lipstick, and a breath, "You always did like throwing your money at me."