AN: Takes place post TDKR. Written for the batcat_fic comment-a-thon.
Bruce put the paper down on the table and looked at Selina in disbelief.
"Impractical?" he scoffed. "A fake, raspy, wannabe growl?"
She sipped her coffee and shrugged one shoulder.
"Like I'm gargling rocks?"
She didn't think it would be such a big deal.
"Yes," she smiled, amused that he would be so insulted. She, on the other hand, didn't care what others-
"At least I'm not running around in five inch stiletto boots. Talk about impractical," he murmured.
"Those serve a purpose!" she snapped. She wished she'd been wearing the boots so she could show him just how helpful they could be.
"Besides increasing the likelihood of injuring your ankle, you mean?" he grinned from behind the paper he took up again. "I can design you a better pair."
"You mean Mr. Fox can..." she teased.
Bruce didn't reply.
"Fine. It is a little intimidating," she amended.
He continued hiding his grin behind the paper. "So are those boots."