II.
She doesn't know why she decided to come here tonight out of all nights. She doesn't know what to expect or what exactly to say, but for some reason, none of this seems to worry her much.
When she finally gathers enough moxie to knock on the door, she's greeted by a familiar face and a more than warm smile. She's always liked that about Alfred, his kindness and understanding, even though she's met him only several times before.
While Alfred fetches the man of the house, she's left alone to wander the never-ending halls, though she knows she really shouldn't. From the foyer to the kitchen, she finds herself slipping into a small study at the end of the hall. The room is quiet, its darkness lit dimly by the stars through the windows, and she makes her way farther in.
Her vision is excellent, even in the dark, and it doesn't take long for her to find what vaguely resembles what she's looking for. As she reaches in, the lights above her flash on, and knowing some brooding figure stands at the doorway, she grins, "I knew you had it, Bruce."
She hadn't expected him to follow along without so much as a fuss, but then again, if she hadn't have had some inkling of his willingness, she never would have come.
Plopping down on his rather comfy sofa, knees drawn tight against her chest and wings wrapped securely around them, he sits down besides her. She turns to look at him with his arms crossed and she can't believe that they're about to watch this movie.
Thirty minutes in, her stomach starts to growl, but she doesn't seem to notice it or Bruce leaving the room. He returns with a tray in his hands, topped with selections not even the most expensive theaters would keep in stock.
Halfway through the film, her side of the tray is empty, and a quick glance over his shoulder says that food coma is setting in. Her eyelids flutter and a quiet yawn escapes her lips, and she mumbles, "This is a long movie."
She manages to keep awake til the end and when the credits begin to scroll, she leans forward to stretch her wings far enough to poke Bruce in the side. Ignoring his glare, she exhales and says amusingly, "Wally's never going to believe this."
Turning his head toward the woman beside him, he can't help but ask, "Believe what?"
Her eyes lock with his and when she smiles, he remains expressionless. "That I got you, the goddamned Batman, to sit down, share some Italian food and watch, in its entirety, Titanic." She laughs at his quiet humph and then yawns promptly, stating that it's about time she leave.
As she heads for the door, she's met again by Alfred, who bids her farewell and whom she decides to hug. He gets the impression that it isn't much of a "goodbye" embrace, but more of the "see you soon" variety. And with Bruce seemingly more relaxed than he's been in months, Alfred aptly concludes that he's going to have to stock up on DVDs and pasta.