In the Slums of Gotham City β 11:33 PM
A distant argument bled through the walls of some half-collapsed apartment buildingβdrug addicts, probably. Dealers. Or simply tenants bearing the sad misfortune of an inescapable hold from poverty. All of this, with the occasional bark -
- breeze and settling once more against his back.
Halfway down that very alley, he reached an imaginary barrier where the clues stoppedβwhere he knew going beyond it would lead him to nothing.
Standing there, ever so calculating of damn near everything, in came a call through -
βHrnn,β was all that came out of Bruceβs mouth as he got up and walked away towards the stairsβdismissive, however not in the way one would think.
But yes. It was a yes.
Her smile when he broke away, was softer, a gentle tenderness only for him. With a slow nod, she brushed her lips against his again, once more. A lingering promise.
Her fingertips gently caressed the line of his face.
βIβll clean up the kitchen for Alfredβ¦ ten minutes?β
Bruce broke what was essentially one of her methods to reel him in and seduce himβa good kiss. It wasnβt out of opposition. Quite the opposite, actually.
βIβll alert the League of a delay.β
On the outside, he wasnβt enticed at all. Not even in his speech. But Selina knew him -
She leaned forward, her breath teasing his lips.
βItβs about living. Enjoying the little moments without restraint. When you doβ work seems a bit less important.β
Her lips captured his, her tongue sweeping through the whipped cream and melting it against his tongue.
How imposing.
(Not)
He ate and swallowed, answering with no change in toneβonly calm, still.
βDo you know the heap of work thereβd be the next day?β
can of whipped cream.
βYβknow, thereβs more to life than work. Itβs okay to take a day, or even a morningβ off.β
She prodded his lips with the nozzle, until he opened his mouth, then she sprayed a small amount on his tongue. Emerald eyes full of mischief.
βItβs not exactly something I planned. Routine Watchtower diagnostics, monitor duty, vault surveillance, system firewall maintenance, military cease and desist disputes, etcetera.β
What a way to introduce the day. Selinaβs gotten used to it through the years, he was sure.
@VengeanceByDusk She popped the cookie dough into her mouth, eyes filled with mischief as she snagged a spray can of whipped cream.
βOh? What have you planned for us?β
Savoring the mouthful, she walked around the marble topped island to join him on his side, perching on the stool beside him.
The tiniest of smirks tugged at the side of his mouth.
βHeβll be fine. Just as long as we donβt deliberately leave this mess up to him to clean.β
Bruce went and sat across from her.
βWeβve got a long day ahead.β
cooking. But you know how I amβ¦ I got bored and raided the leftovers instead.β
She lifted a finger full of cookie batter to her lips.
ββ¦donβt worry I clean it up before Alfred has a heart attack.β
Big emphasis on βferal.β From experience. Bruce wasnβt about to blurt that out, though.
The kitchen light turned on.
βAlfred said youβd woken up even before /he/ did. What are you doing down here so early?β