Hi there, this is my first attempt at a Batman fict! Set right at the end of The Dark Knight Rises, contains spoilers for almost the entire movie.
Enjoy!
Regret is a feeling that the infamous cat burglar Selina Kyle is not familiar with. So, when the iron gate slammed shut and the raspy voice of Bane revealed Batman to be none other than Bruce Wayne himself, Selina was taken off guard by the sharp stab of guilt and regret in her stomach. She was doing what she had to in order to keep her head – but that offered her no consolation as the snap of Bruce's back echoed throughout the underground tunnels. All she could do was turn her back and walk away, those steps back up into the dying city of Gotham being the hardest of her entire life. Nothing she could do would spare her the pain of what she had done, and the constant ache in the pit of her stomach was starting to distract her from her work and throw her off her game. Not that she would ever show it. She was a harsh woman who had clawed her way to survival by relying on her own wits and steering well clear of any sort of emotional attachments to men, using them as mere tools to help her get where she wanted, and she was going to try her damned hardest not to throw that away – no matter what billionaire had caught her heart. Selina Kyle's only moment of visible weakness would come when Blake would ask after the fate of Batman. But he had returned – alive and well – and Selina had thrown away her only hope of escape to help him save his beloved city, and then to save him. But her efforts had been for nothing, as she kissed him roughly and desperately she knew it was the last time, the last chance, and she was unable to watch the blinding flash as the bomb exploded out over the water, saving the city and ending the life of Bruce Wayne. It had all been in vain.
Or had it?
Stay tuned for the main part, which will be posted either tonight or tomorrow morning! I'd love to hear your thoughts!