Despite the intimacy the moment had taken, something vital and thriving between them, she still felt the touch of the faintest glimmer of hesitation. And with his question her eyes fluttered open and she turned to look up at Bruce without moving her head from his shoulder.
"Not long ago, a few days before today maybe. I already had a key to an apartment in my pocket as if this place knew I was coming and prepared for it." That was strange. Or maybe they were bringing her here for him. She would like to think that. But she also knew the demeanor of this man, too. She knew his reputation for women, though girls for show were really there for just that.
Did he have someone else? Was that why she was feeling that hesitation?
Instead of dwelling on it, Selina shifted and then spoke softly, "I don't know why, Bruce, but for some strange reason I keep going back in my memory to a night we shared together a long time ago," she breathed.
Selina wanted to ask "Do you remember...?" but she was afraid he would say no. That he didn't know that time.
So instead of offering him the chance to offer a negative response, Selina continued to talk softly.
"Or, morning rather. I think we had stayed up all night just talking and both were starting to get hungry. Of course no place was open that would serve us at that hour, so we got the idea to eat at your house instead." She then smiled some and straightened a bit into her chair. The memory was so vivid, she could even catch scent of their meal as she sat there next to him.
She laughed softly, too, and shook her head, "I remember the look on Alfred's face when he came to investigate the banging around we did in the kitchen, looking for the right things to cook with. He wasn't very happy to learn that his kitchen looked like a hurricane hit it all because you and I were craving pancakes and eggs."
It was a small memory, but one she held close to her.