Just a little something I had lying around - wrote it ages ago, never used it so I decided to add it to my drabble series, enjoy-AkuIku
I was so tiered of the fear and the loneliness and the pain, that for once I just acted. As we stood there at the window watching the darkened night, I reached out and grabbed hold of his hand. I had been expecting him to act surprised or even jerk his hand out of my grasp. But he did just the opposite, curling his fingers around mine and gently squeezing my hand in his. Letting out the breath I had been holding I sighed, glancing at him from the corner of my eye briefly.
"I should go home"
"I know"
Even though we said it neither one of us went to move. Instead we stood there, hands intertwined gazing up at the endless night sky. And for a while, the world wasn't such a lonely place, and anything seemed possible.
Suddenly I felt his fingers slipping from my grasp, and I knew that in a moment I would find myself standing alone, all signs of my former companion gone. It was the perfect metaphor for our relationship and my life ... I'd always come so close only to have the things I want slip away.
"Good night Bruce" I whispered while watching his back move farther and farther away in the reflection of the glass.
He must have herd me, for he stopped in his retreat and glanced back at me.
"You don't have to go ... you can always stay..."
And I knew what he said was true, I had always had an open invitation at the Manor. And I had often taken Bruce up on his offer after long nights and endless hours of research and patrolling ... but never before had he offered what he did now, an open invitation to his bed ... an offer I wasn't sure I should be excepting.
I was ready to turn him down, but I made the mistake of looking him the eyes. The saying 'the eyes are the windows of the soul' had never been truer then in that one moment. The longer I gazed into his stormy blue eyes the more I felt my resolve slowly slipping away.
"You really are a very hard man to resist Bruce..." I whispered trying to walking past him to the door. I hesitated my hand resting on the handle of the door, just long enough for him to stand behind me. Leaning down, hands resting upon my shoulders, he whispered in my ear "I always get what I want." his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear and causing me to shiver.
"I know..." I sighed "but not yet."
And with that I opened the door and swept down the vacant halls of Manor, stopping long enough to grab my coat and purse from Alfred mutter a quick good-bye, and leave for the safety of my apartment.