Disclaimer: I do not own Gotham or any of the characters. I only dream about them all day long.
"Are you falling for me, B?"
She asks the question in such a tone that he can't tell whether she is angry or concerned or simply teasing him to entertain herself in the huge Wayne manor that she claims has nothing exciting in it. He studies her face, sees her eyes transfixed on him- which only unnerves him more and makes him touch his cheek subconsciously to see if something's there- sees the hint of an amused grin on her lips, wonders if he stares at her lips a little longer than what is considered appropriate, panics wondering if she noticed, and in the end, reaches the conclusion- he is never going to be able to read her without giving himself away instead.
Which frustrates him, because he's trying to be a detective someday, maybe like Jim Gordon, or maybe a vigilante, or something. He has to do something to find his parents' killers and to make Gotham a better place, but he can't even read a girl!
She's not just any girl though. She's Selina Kyle. The girl with cat-like reflexes. The girl who is teaching him how to walk on the railings of stairs. The girl who takes his breath away and ties his tongue in a fisherman's knot. She's way out of his league.
Lost in his thoughts and focused on the ticking of the clock that says it's just a little after 11 a.m. on a dull Thursday, he steals a glance at her, sees her still staring at him with the same look on her face, and realizes she's waiting for his answer.
But if she really can read him, doesn't she already know? Why does not need an answer? Is this a new kind of torture?
He clears his throat, and tries to shrug in what he believes is a non-chalant way, decides that saying yes might get him rejected and taunted for the rest of his life, and saying no might hurt her feelings, and he must go the neutral way. "I don't know. Why do you ask?"
Her eyes twinkle in the same way cat's eyes do in the dark, and he is distracted by the beauty and danger in them for a moment, until she speaks. "Because I'm curious."
"Curiosity killed the cat." He reminds her.
She chuckles, raising her chin up with an air of challenge, like she's a centuries old soul who has seen it all and can't be defeated by anything. "Try me."
And that's the problem. He's never had a friend like this, and he's never seen someone like her, and there's so much of angst and pain inside him that she can somehow manage to take away for a while, that he really doesn't know what he should say.
"Why do we fall?" He asks instead.
And it's something he's never really thought about. His parents told him the story of how they met when he was younger, and he remembers most parts of it, but he could never understand what exactly it was that made a specific person fall for another one.
There are too many questions and he's too far away from the answers.
She decides she has taunted him enough for the day, gets up from the couch, picks up the donut on her plate and heads for the door. He stares at her, waiting for her response. She just tilts her head slightly to the side and gives him a condescending smirk.
"Gravity, genius."
A/N: My first Gotham fic. I used to ship Batman with Wonder Woman, but damn it, this pair has me hooked. Reviews would be awesome, thank you for reading! :)