Batman sat in the speeding Batmobile. A fairly strong shower poured down on the pavement. He liked April rain. It offered a tactical advantage because he was better at keeping his stance on a wet surface than most of his opponents.

He parked three blocks away in a garage he secretly owned. He very rarely parked the Batmobile on the street.

"Hey, is this a good time?" His voice was deep and measured as he punched the apartment intercom.

"Sure Bruce, I can talk. Come up. I'll buzz you in." Selina was on her tan vinyl couch in a T-shirt and leggings. The leggings accentuated the long lines of her figure. She had secured an apartment in a rather swanky high-rise through a combination of identity theft and fraud. The left wall was almost entirely a sheet of glass, looking out on to the Gotham skyline. It was one of the better places she had lived.

She was somewhat surprised he was still in his costume, black cowl, black cape, and gray from his chest to his knees. The matte black shimmered with a bit of rain. "I do love a man in uniform." She quipped.

"I've been busy tonight." He said curtly. She was curious but knew better than to ask for details.

"So what's up, sweetheart?" She was feeling playful.

Bruce was a strong believer in getting painful things over with quickly. Just rip the Band-aid off. Delaying and dithering only led to anxiety.

"I fucked up. I've been seeing someone else." Bruce said.

"You cheated on me? What were you thinking, Bruce? You son of a bitch!" Selina asked, her voice rising in volume.

"I didn't mean for this to happen." He felt like an idiot saying it.

"Whatever. Who is she? How long has it been going on?"

"She's a psychotherapist. I saw her a few times. At first, as a patient."

"Wow, what a cliché. The therapist and the patient. You're such an ass. I can't believe I trusted you." She was seething. She headed to the fridge looking for something that would calm her down.

"I feel terrible." said Bruce.

"You should. So you slept with her, I'm guessing?" said Selina. She helped herself to some banana yogurt.

"I did." said Bruce.

"I want to know everything." said Selina.

He took a seat on her couch, shifting uncomfortably. "I saw her as Bruce Wayne. I told her I had PTSD."

"Was that a lie?" said Selina.

"No, that part is true. I told you about how my parents died, but that's just one trauma. My life is lousy with trauma." said Bruce.

"How much did you tell her? How does someone like you even do therapy? Aren't you supposed to tell them everything?" said Selina.

"It's complicated. There were things I chose to hide from her. But I decided I need professional help." said Bruce.

"Okay. That makes sense. But then how did you start sleeping with her?"

"I usually picked late sessions. One night, I had a session with her from 10 to 11. At the end of the session, she said there were no more trains going to her neighborhood. I told her we could split a cab. It was strange. When we were in the session, she was authoritative and strong. But in the cab, she looked so small and, and. . . ,"said Bruce.

"Maybe vulnerable?" said Selina.

"Yeah. So I leaned in for a kiss, half-expecting her to pull away. But she let me do it. We just kissed until the end of the ride." said Bruce.

"Did you sleep with her that night?" said Selina.

"Not that night, but the next two." said Bruce.

"What does she look like?" asked Selina.

"Red hair. Blue eyes. Not pale but not tan. Why does that matter?" said Bruce.

"It just does. Is it over?" said Selina.

"She told me I couldn't see her again - not as her boyfriend or her patient. It was too dangerous. She could lose her license. She knows shrinks that were sued for dating patients." said Bruce.

"And you let her go?" said Selina.

"Yes."

"Do you have feelings for her?"

"No. You don't want to have anything to do with me, do you? This is it?" He jumped to a conclusion but he was sure he was right.

"I don't know, Bruce." said Selina.

"What are you thinking?" said Bruce

"I'm just evaluating our relationship. You're emotionally unavailable, you're afraid of commitment, and now you've admitted to cheating on me." said Selina

He realized it was all true. "Yeah."

"But you're sexy, you can tell what I'm feeling and you don't lie to me." said Selina.

"All I heard is that you think I'm sexy." said Bruce.

"You're so lame. You have a nasty habit."

"What do you mean?" said Bruce.

"You rush to fight or flight instead of dealing with situations." said Selina

"You mean when I'm chasing criminals?" said Bruce.

"That too, but also when you're talking to me. When you confessed cheating, you immediately assumed I wanted to end it so you could run away. Then when I told you some things I liked about you, you turned it into a joke rather than dealing with how you felt." said Selina.

"You deserve to know how I really feel. When I kissed you the first time, I thought I was making a huge mistake. I judged you and thought you weren't good enough for me. I had seen your criminal record. The truth is that I'm not good enough for you. I'm closed off. I'm alone all the time but I still don't have a clue who I am. It's like I'm hollow inside. I don't have much to offer someone who wants to love me." said Bruce.

Awkward silence hung over the apartment for the next six minutes.

"Selina, do you have any scotch?" said Bruce

"You drink?" Selina said.

"Sometimes. This is one of those times." said Bruce.

"Don't think so, but I'll . . . Um, no scotch, but there's beer, rum, and vodka." said Selina from the kitchen.

"I'll take the vodka. Lemme get it." said Bruce

"Are you okay? I've never seen you drink before." said Selina. It was a typical apartment kitchen and she had to be careful manuevering around to accomodate Bruce.

"I'm fine. I'll just have one shot. Do you have shot glasses? And ice?" He grabbed what he needed as Selina pointed them out. They both resumed their seats on the couch.

"Can you hold me?" said Selina

Bruce said, "What?"

Selina, "Right now, just wrap your arms around me. I don't want to explain. I don't have to explain. I just need this now."

Bruce put his drink down and embraced her. His arms were massive and sinewy. She was on the petite side. She practically disappeared in him.

Selina started sobbing.

"Don't cry, Cat. Don't. Please." Bruce pleaded. It felt strange. Being so close to her made him feel even guiltier for betraying her. But at the same time, he felt more connected to her.

"You're a shitty boyfriend." She said.

"Well you're a convicted felon." He said.

She giggled, then snorted, and then erupted into laughter. It was sort of absurd. He was an unfaithful lover, but a crimefighter. She was a faithful lover, but a criminal.

Bruce laughed too. It was just about the dumbest thing he could have said.