Bruce was her rock. Her strength. His symbol might have been the allure at first, what he stood for in the grand scheme of things in Gotham. But as they had gone on she had found that discovering who the man was behind the mask was an even greater challenge that she wanted to undertake. And here he was. And she felt like he doubted everything she knew he could be. What she kept coming back to night after night. Why she kept saying yes when he asked her to stay.
Was...was it her? Everything Selina had known to be true and solid in her life had been fleeting. Everything and had and earned for herself. And trusting Bruce had been a hard feat for her. To have it shift before her eyes was unsettling.
Her eyes followed his body as it rose and her hands slipped into his. She stood as well, her palms and fingers touching against his own. Her heart was racing.