Her hand turned and laid gently against his. She felt radiant again, as if they had never taken such a deep turn in their conversation. Selina knew that there would be dark moments, they wouldn't always agree on everything, but despite them the would always manage to make it through and come out on top.
They had to.
And then the remark came about he manor. He was asking her to move in. Her heart was racing. Was all of that conversation from before leading up to this? He couldn't take her independence from her if he tried to, nobody could. But the respect for him for that confession was there.
"I'm flattered, Bruce," Selina breathed. She nodded at him and radiated, "I would love to move in with you." It wasn't about Wayne Manor; it wasn't about his money or whatever legacy the surname drummed up. She would have been happy enough with him anyplace. Her expression softened and she felt like she was floating on a cloud. "Whenever you want I'll bring the rest of my stuff over."