A soft breath escapes, head bowing ever so slightly as he simply basks in the warmth of her affection.
“. . . I know, I know. I’m just being a sap, can’t fault a guy for that, can you?”
The male chuckles at his own question, only shaking his head after.
“What we have is real, Terry.”
Fishing his hands from his pockets, the blonde bombshell lifted those calloused hands of his towards her lips with a gentle and understanding kiss.
“Gotham is more than a home to crime. It's also ours.”
“. . . I know, I know.”
His head bows, hands tucking themselves away in his pockets. His gaze lost on the silhouette of the building.
“I just—, with Bruce gone. With mom and Matt away, I just—.”
For a moment, his voice falters.
“I needed something real with you.”
Astonished and bemused, Melanie took a few steps forward to drink in the sight of the Manor.
Wayne Manor.
The Black Diamond of Gotham was back to her beauty and radiance as she saw in textbooks around campus.
Hands clamped around her mouth with a choked up smile.
"Oh...Terry."
— dilapidated wing. Now they could live again.
“Wayne always said it was never about the house or anything but. . . I’m not him. A part of me. . . I needed this.”
“Noted, but I will keep that in mind for later.”
Hands move; fingers tugging at the blindfold to grant her the sight of the manor in its glory.
Gothic and simple—, dark and elegant. It was home, and now it is again. No longer would they be cooped up in a single —
It’s been close to a year since @TheHeartIsATen and Terry had started repairing the manor; sure it was a fairly long time, filled with plenty of absences between the both of them.
Yet with Mel’ blindfolded for the surprise, Terry couldn’t help but to laugh.
“You ready?”