Hi all! First of all, I am really grateful to everyone who read my attempts to tell the story of this Gotham couple. I've finally decided to create something that is not one-shot. There will be 5 stages (as you probably guessed) and they will represent evolution of their relationship. Please, welcome the first one...
Attraction
Sun was getting lost in Selina's curls, trapped and confused. As much as the boy sitting next to her used to be.
His school jacket and a bag were left on the concrete roof. Straps of Selina's dress were tempting to fall.
They were sitting on the edge watching the sunset. At least this is how it was supposed to look like.
"You can easily blend in here if you wear dresses like that"
"Do I look like a schoolgirl with too rich parents and too rich imagination?"
"Sort of…You look really nice.", his eyes scanned her profile.
She coughed. She didn't like when he stared at her like that.
"Do you think the principal already left? I would like to get done with my errands to make this disguise worth my while", she said changing the subject.
"His Volvo is still in the parking lot. I can see it from here."
He was still staring at her.
"Stop that.", she said irritated.
"What?", he sounded puzzled.
"This … staring…", she said quietly.
"I don't see you that often. I just want to catch up."
She couldn't believe it. He was making her nervous. Bruce, a headless kid, a naive child…
She looked at him. Oh, right, there was not much of that left. He grew in height, his face lost some innocence, even his voice started cracking.
"You will stop seeing me right now.", she threatened.
"All right, all right. When did it start to bother you so much?"
"It doesn't..It didn't.. I am not…", she started mumbling getting self-conscious to his amusement, "Shut up! It is this dress and that's all!"
She almost jumped into standing position and headed to the stairs.
"Selina! Wait! Sorry! Selina!"
She stopped, looked at him with a slight despise in her glare.
"Don't be mad. Let me help you get to his office."
He stood up, picking up his jacket and bag.
"I promise I won't stare", he raised his hand in a vow style.
She didn't say anything. It was similar to how they used to be when they had lived together. "Well, no, not really", she thought to herself. It wasn't like that.
He left her behind leading the way.
No, it wasn't about this dress, it wasn't even about his stare.
It couldn't be the same, so many things happened since that time. So many things drew them apart, so many things changed them.
She was looking at his back wondering if it was wiser to just leave him, silently disappear in the other corridor.
She didn't. Because it wasn't about this dress, it wasn't even about his stare.
It was about her and him.