Notes: So... I'm back. For a bit anyways.
Doubt
"Did you ever doubt decision?" Selina asks one afternoon. It's summer time in Spain, and she is quietly reading a book she'd forgotten she liked. She does this every so often, asks questions out of the blue.
From across the room Bruce answers, "You're being vague."
"And?" she asks, smirking.
Bruce puts down his tools and looks at her closely before continuing his work.
"Well, I couldn't exactly doubt myself while wearing a skin tight bat costume complete with a cape."
For a moment all that can be heard are the lapping of the ocean against the rock shore. Night is falling, and the sky is painted with the most lovely shades of purple, red and blue. When she speaks, she does so so quietly, he almost doesn't hear her.
"That's not what I meant."
Bruce exhales the breath her was holding when he looks at her and gives a sparse half smile.
"At times. But," he adds evenly, "like with fear, you can't let it stop you."
"I've let it stop me," she says looking down at the crimson polish in her toes.
He shrugs.
"So have I."
And when Selina doesn't respond, he adds "What matters is you came back. I'm thankful for it, so don't dwell on the it."
Selina wishes it were all that simple.
"Besides," he says gruffly before leaving the room for better lighting, "It wasn't you I doubted anyways."
The sun sets in a final burst of gold, and Selina is finally able to enjoy the sunset.
