He got no answer, so he repeated her name while moving towards the sound of running water.

"Selina?"

He pushed down the handle to the bathroom. Steam from the hot water surrounded him. He liked the feeling, but the pain was still all too present.

Selina was humming a Billie Holiday tune: Pennies from heaven, he believed. "Good girl", he thought to himself, admiring a woman who preferred jazz to modern pop music. Selina was all class.

Bruce had only been wearing his tights, since his shirt and boots had to be removed in order for Alfred to tend to his wounds. The sprained ankle didn't even bother him. It had almost happened ones a week since he donned the cowl. But the wound on his right arm and Ivy's toxins were pulling him down. He had to lean against the wall in order to pull off his pants, socks, cup and boxers. He smiled. Well, normally one wouldn't call that little twisted corner of his mouth a smile, but people who knew him recognized this as the detective's greatest way of showing he was content with the situation. Selina was still humming while showering, but switched to another tune. Still Billie Holiday, Bruce believed, even though he couldn't quite remember the name of the song. Only a couple of lines came to mind: "Hush now, don't explain. Just say you'll remain. I'm glad your back, don't explain". She knew he was there.

He opened the door to the shower, but took a couple of seconds to admire the magnificent woman's body in front of him before stepping in. She was not a 20 year old anymore, but Bruce couldn't imagine a more beautiful site or a better formed human being.

"Hello handsome" she said without turning around. "Care to join me?"

He didn't answer. Just closed the door and wrapped his right arm around her naked body from behind. Her skin felt so good against his.

His left arm was still too sore for him to do anything with. Anyway, he wouldn't have been able to squeeze her as tights as he usually did because of his stitches. They might pop, even though Alfred had some great sowing-skills after years and years of practice.

Selina kept humming, but she didn't turn around. Instead she led his left hand down towards her pussy. She leaned her head back to rest on his chest. The humming stopped and she moaned silently instead.

When someone has shared life like them… when someone has fought side by side, together and against each other, have made loved and had sex so many times for so many years, introductions are not necessary – words only seem to be in the way. Too much had been said between them as it was.

Alfred hadn't neglected to tell him she was there just to surprise him, but because he knew his Master hated to mention that sort of visitors in front of the boys. Yes, they were both men now and probably had "visitors" of their own, but Bruce liked to be discreet about his sex life. At least his real sex life – Bruce Wayne's alleged sex life was often discussed and even documented in Gotham's tabloid. What computers couldn't do these days…

When Selina pulled his right arm towards her breasts, he pulled it back and stepped away. The pain made him go blind for a minute, and he had to concentrate not to fall to his knees. Only then did she turn around to see his face.

"Are you alright?" She immediately looked down Bruce's body, scanning for the injury causing him to step away. He held his hand over his newest wound, but she gently removed it and looked at it as a doctor preparing a diagnosis.

She was even more beautiful without make-up. Usually, when Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were to bump in to one another, she would be wearing the same cosmetics the wives of the rich and famous in Gotham were donning at the moment. That was just another mask. Because she wore no make-up, he could see that her cheeks were already red with lust. Perhaps she had started without him? She sometimes did that when she found the waiting too long.

"Who did it?" She said harshly.

"Ivy." He looked her straight in the eyes, but she didn't look back. She looked at the wound, but her eyes started to wander over the rest of his body.

"Bitch." She looked away for a second then caught his eyes again. "Did she…?"

"No. I had Robin and Nightwing with me."

"Like that would stop her."

Selina had found him covered in greens more than once. Ivy's weapon was one that could make even Selina jealous, despite the type of relationship she and Bruce had.

"I still hate it when that girl plays with my toys."

She looked insulted, but more as if a girlfriend had lost a borrowed earring than another girl trying to steal her man.

"It's quite painful. And I have untested antitoxins in my system fighting Ivy's poison as well, so I don't think I could…" He stopped talking and made an aristocratic gesture with his left hand. She was polite enough to finish his sentence.

"- fuck me hard and long, like you usually do?" Her eyes lit up by the thought.

"Yes." The little twist in the corner of his mouth developed into something more similar to a smile. The will to please didn't lack in the dark knight. He loved the way he could make even Selina twitch and curl beneath him.

"Do you want me to leave?" She turned around again. Even though he didn't reject her per se, she still didn't like it. She was a woman who usually got what she pleased.

"No. But I think you should." He held her naked shoulders in his hands and kissed her neck to show her he meant it.

"Do you have plans tomorrow?"

"It is tomorrow" he said, while reaching over her shoulder and turning the shower off.

"You know what I mean!" She stepped out quickly, grapping a clean towel on her way. She didn't wrap it around herself, but ran the fresh towel through her short hair a couple of times. It gave him another chance to see her naked body. Her breasts almost convinced him that he could manage a decent quickie. Or at least convinced a certain body part of his. His almost erect cock made her smile too.

"My, my. One could almost detect a hint of disappointment in the poor detective's facial expression." She bit her lip as soon as she finished her sentence.

"I…" He thought about it while answering, but no. He needed rest – badly. Even if he went through it, it would barely be worth it for a demanding woman like Selina. In their young days, they had almost fought when they fucked. Tearing sheets to shrewd, broken furniture, pulled down curtains, almost rolled over rooftops… It had looked like a battlefield afterwards and would often leave him with a couple of more scars. He often left her money before leaving in order to replace a couch or a dining room table.

Back then, they had to keep their masks on. Or at least he did. He had too much to lose, and she had been too excited not to know. They still did it like this, sometimes. But it was nice to actually be tender to one another once in a while. Even though the tenderness often got replaced by… something else… during the act.

She walked over to him, standing so close his halfway hard cock almost poked her. She lifted herself up on her toes and placed her palms on his hairy and scarred chest. A lot of the scars she recognized, but new bright pink ones had joined his collection since they last met. She kissed him softly on the mouth then played with her tongue to make him open his lips. He did.

"You are going to bed, right now. But if I'm not fucked, and I mean fucked, as in every-possible-way-fucked by this time tomorrow…"

He raised his left eyebrow. Even outsiders would recognize this as a smile.

"Then what?"

"I'm going to make you watch while I take care of this business myself!"

The look she sent him made him re-negotiate with his pain. He wanted her so bad, but he could barely stand on his legs.

"Deal!"

"We have an agreement then, Mr. Wayne." She pulled away and offered him her hand, as if they had just signed a business contract. When he grabbed it, she gave him an intense look and said: "Now put that thing down before I put it to good use."