AN: This was totally a one-shot, I swear. For years, this was a one-shot. But I woke up this morning and this chapter kind of magically appeared...I know the narration style changed, but like I said, it's been a few years. For all the people who wanted more...
"I'm not going to change, you know," said Selina around a mouthful of scrambled egg. She sat propped up against the headboard by about four pillows, working her way through the meal Alfred had brought before he realized that the room contained more than its usual number of occupants. "I'm not going to give up the life I lead—"
"A life of crime."
"Right. I'm not going to give that up for you."
"Why not?" Bruce lay down on his side, propping his head up with his right hand, taking in the sight of his new lover's scantily clad body.
"Because I'm not doing anything wrong." At Bruce's incredulous look, she turned slightly to face him. "No, I'm serious. I steal from crime lords, pimps, crooked politicians, and abusers," she said, counting them off on her fingers. "And I didn't start the whole 'life of decadence' thing until I realized it would help me get money into the East End. I'm working to get those girls off the streets and into good homes."
"So you're a modern day Robin Hood?"
"Yes. But sexier."
"True." Bruce stole a sausage link from her plate, only to find his hand being slapped lightly by the woman beside him. "But what about all the museums and art exhibits, hmm?"
"How else was I supposed to get this kind of money? Not all of us can be born billionaires." She shoved his shoulder playfully. "Anyway," she said a little more seriously, "I haven't done that in a while."
Seeing that she was done eating, Bruce moved the plate to the bedside table. He gently moved her so that she was lying down as well and wrapped his arm around her. "Okay."
Selina chuckled. "Okay what?"
"Okay, you can keep doing what you do. I won't try to stop you. If you ever want help bringing down the villains you deal with, just let me know. From now on, the East End is yours."
She looked at him incredulously, mouth hanging slightly open. Unable to find appropriate words, she settled for a tender kiss, which might have gone on for hours had it not been interrupted by a knock on the door.
Bruce smiled into the kiss before extricating himself and telling Alfred to come in. The butler entered with another plate and brought it to the bed.
"Will there be anything more, Master Bruce?" He stood straight and still, his face showing no signs of shock or judgment.
Bruce looked at Selina. "Do you want anything?"
Selina, looking slightly uncomfortable, shook her head. Even though she had the money for it, she had never even dreamed of having servants.
"Have your plans for this evening changed at all, sir? And if so, should I inform your ward?" He avoided using Dick Grayson's name, not knowing of what the woman had been informed.
"I don't know. Selina, how do you feel about going to a high school play?"
She grinned. "Depends on the play."
Alfred interjected, "I believe it was to be 'The Taming of the Shrew. Master Bruce's ward has the lead male role."
"Sounds like fun."
Bruce nodded. "It's settled, then. Alfred, please buy Miss Kyle a ticket, and tell Dick that I'll be bringing a guest."
"Very well." With that and a curt nod, the butler turned on his heel and walked out the door.
"When is this play, then?"
"It starts at 6:30. We have a few hours until then. Any suggestions as to what we might do?"
"Oh, I have a few ideas." Selina giggled, then pulled Bruce in for a kiss.