Tonight Bruce Wayne was going to show Selina Kyle that their relationship could be more than just sexual, just physical. He knew that on a mental level they connected as well, he could make her laugh and she kept up to his standards of a witty woman – but she scarcely seemed interested in believing it herself. They could be more than she was letting them be.

"I've popped us some popcorn," Bruce said as he walked into the living room where Selina was sprawled out on the sofa. She was a sight to behold with her tangled hair pillowing her head, her laptop sitting on her chest and her legs thrown carelessly over the arm of the sofa. "Ready for movie night?"

Selina seemed disinterested by the whole idea of the evening and truth be told she'd been dreading and anticipating this Friday evening throughout the week. "I suppose." She closed her laptop, sitting it on the floor beside the sofa and moving to sit upright.

"You're excitement is contagious," He laughed, sitting the bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table. "What's wrong with a little date night movie night?"

"This is a date now?" Selina raised her brows, that grin of hers curving up her lips. "How cute." She still refused to let her walls down. Every crack he put in her walls she'd wait until night to plaster them back up and reinforce them with steel beams, she was determined to keep him out of her heart.

Bruce rolled his eyes at her comment and sat down on the sofa, turning the t.v. on. "Just give it a try Selina."

"It's taken you long enough to ask me on a date hasn't it? I mean we already share a bed." She crossed her arms, leaning away from him.

"You don't seem interested in dates." He got up to put the DVD in the machine before sitting back down. "I take you out to eat all the time."

"But you've never called them a date." God, she could slap herself for sounding so petulant over that tiny technicality. What was wrong with her?

"Selina, dates are when you get to know the person you're out with. You are determined to make me know less and less about you every time we talk."

"We have better times when talking isn't involved," She smirked, stretching out languidly. "Don't we?"

He sighed heavily, "Just try."

"No." She rose to her feet, "I don't see what this "relationship" gives me. I would assume you think that I'll stop stealing one day, but I won't. I'm still Catwoman with or without the Kevlar. I clean our house, I go for walks, and we fuck. That's not the life I want to have. I don't want to sit around like a house cat and clean my paws in the sun."

Bruce rose quickly to his feet with a hiss of pain as the motion jarred his leg. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back to him, "Selina how many times do I need to tell you this isn't about taming you this is about the fact that I.. That I love you."

Selina stared up at him, her eyes frozen on his before she looked away. Love? He was bringing… love into this. She didn't love him. She couldn't love him. She wouldn't let herself. "What movie are we watching then?" She avoiding eye contact with him as she let the words sink in, saturating her walls and making them crumple around her.

Bruce swallowed hard, letting her go as he turned to look at the t.v., "We have two options Rocky Horror Picture show or 500 Days of Summer." He stared at her; his heart ached to see her expression so unfeeling. He knew it was too soon, too late, too much. Had he misread her completely? He thought – he was wrong.

"Those don't strike me as your type of films."

"Don't blame me, I asked the girl at the counter for two options for a date." He laughed, "I think she thought I meant for her."

"500 Days of Summer." Selina rolled her eyes and sat back down on the sofa. His words were echoing in her mind.

"That's the one I put in the machine." He nodded his head towards the machine, before sinking slowly to the sofa. His leg was killing him but it was numb in comparison to the ache in his head over the fact he'd told her that he loved her and she had said nothing.

"I rented it once but never watched it." She said as the movie started to play. No one had ever said they loved her like that, in the haste of anger, in the roar of love.

~o~

"Well, that was an interesting two hours." Bruce said as he stretched his arms to relieve the tension in his shoulders and back from sitting for so long.

"Two hours of Summer not being in love with him." Selina bit her lip, regretting her words as soon as they escaped her lips.

"Ironic how life imitates art."

"Says the retired superhero." She quickly soothed the awkward moment. But she did – no she couldn't.

"We could watch the other film or go to bed." He wondered if she would chose to sleep in her own room again.

Selina shrugged her shoulders, "I'll clean up our mess and decide." She grabbed their empty soda cans and the empty bowl and took them into the kitchen. She needed to get away from him for a few minutes. To think without his presence distracting her. Three words that brought her walls crashing down. Three damn words and Selina Kyle didn't know what to say.

"Here's another can," Bruce said as he walked into the room, making her jump. "Easy, scaredy cat." His voice was light, teasing, despite the weight of his words weighing on his tired shoulders.

Selina teasingly hissed at him. "Bruce-"

"Forget what I said earlier." He shook his head, waving his hand for her to stop. "Just forget it."

"I don't want to." She said as she walked towards him, settling her arms around his shoulders. Was she trembling? Yes and she cursed her body for betraying her. "It was a nice thing to hear." She didn't say it sweetly, instead it was cold, unfeeling.

Bruce pulled away from her, tired of her hot and cold behavior. "I see Summer's effected your behavior."

"Did you really think there was some sweet little love blossoming between us Bruce?" She sneered, brushing past him with that alluring sway of her hips. "You were wrong if you thought that."

"Regretting those words more and more each minute."

"Good."

"Good." He watched as she turned to look at him, her eyes narrowing as she glared. He didn't know who was the first to move towards the other. Maybe her, maybe him. But there were teeth and lips and hands, tugging at clothes, pulling on hair; greedy, hot, desperation.

~o~

Her head was rested on his chest, fingers tracing scars that marred his chest. Reminders of his old life. His fingers combed through her hair lazily, his breathing had finally returned to normal. These were the moments in their relationship he cherished, the calm after the storm, the soft passion after their fervent passion.

Selina shifted in his hold, letting her chin rest on his chest so she could stare up at him. Her mouth opened and she sighed, ready to say it. Ready to commit in her own special way, three words. Easy? Three words should be easy for a woman who always knew what to say. "I-." One word, "I love." Two, she cringed, "I love you."

Bruce was grinning that stupid, arrogant, know-it-all smile when she opened her eyes. His knuckles brushed her cheek, "I know."

"I hate you." Selina rolled her eyes with a groan, burying her face against his chest, covering her cheeks with her hair as she stretched out atop him. "Shut up."

"Say it again."

"It was a once in a lifetime phrase, you better have burned it to your memory."

He ran his hands down her sides, before turning them so she was on her back beneath him. "Say it." He kissed her, keeping her from hiding her face. "I want to hear it again."

"No!" She laughed, swatting him away with a smile on her face. "I said it once and once was enough."

"Come on." He grinned and kissed her again, "One more time."

"I hate you." Her eyes little up with that mischievous glisten.

"Change that middle word." He smirked.

"You're going to have to convince me to say it again." She teased and leaned up to kiss him again.

~o~

A/N: So, I got two lovely prompts. One for a movie night from my "Patrick Bateman" friend and one from an anon on Tumblr for them to say "I love you". Thank you all!