They arrived at Selina's apartment in just under half an hour and she remained impressed by Bruce's agility. "Why the window?" He asked, cautiously placing his hands on the window frame to steady himself as he looked in. "Is this your apartment?"

"No, I killed the owners. They're behind the counter." Bruce froze, one leg in and one leg out. His eyes widened, like a deer caught in headlights. Bruce's tie drifted from side to side as the night breeze caught the end hanging out of his pocket.

"What?" Selina looked over her shoulder at his reaction and laughed, and he sighed.

She was joking. It was just a joke. Bruce inhaled deeply through his nose and climbed the rest of the way in the window. Selina hadn't turned the lights on so Bruce couldn't see much, but he noticed that it was an open floor plan, excluding the bedroom. The only things filling the living space seemed to be a television and couch. To Bruce, it looked more like a squat than a place somebody owned. Either that or she didn't plan on sticking around here for long. "This is a lovely home."

"Whatever."Selina said, ignoring his compliment as she reached over her shoulder as if trying to scratch an itch. She probably thought that he was being sarcastic. "Come over here." She told him.

Bruce followed her to the couch, and she stood with her back to him. "Unzip it, please." She asked, continuing her blunt requests. She pulled the first pin of many holding her hair on her head out, wincing as pulled on a few stray hairs.

"Your dress?" Bruce swallowed nervously as his eyes scanned down her back.

Selina shook her head in dismay. "Obviously, genius." She said before pulling at another bobby pin.

Bruce closed the gap between the two of them and his warm breath on the back of Selina's neck made her shiver. He reached up a shaky hand and carefully, as to not make contact with her skin, he took the zipper between his forefinger and thumb. As he pulled it down revealing more of her milky skin, Bruce felt his mouth run dry. When he reached the small of her back, he stopped, taking a step back and unable to stop himself admiring her form.

"Thanks," She chirped over her shoulder, "I'll just be a sec." She told him, going into her room. Selina barely waited for the door to click shut before she let the dress fall to the floor. She audibly sighed in relief and started searching the floor around the bed, which was essentially her wardrobe, for something clean to wear.

Bruce now left alone, sat down awkwardly on the edge of the couch, not sure what else to do. He took off his dinner jacket after a few moments of and placed it, folded neatly next to himself on the couch as he began to feel warm. "Selina," Bruce called, thinking now was a better time than any to get the information he needed.

"Y..." She tried to speak, almost falling over as she pulled a pair of jeans on. "Yeah?" She said, after steadying herself.

"I wanted to ask you about Grettle."

"Why, he's dead?" She told him, buttoning up the top of her jeans.

"Dead?" Bruce asked, taken aback.

"Yeah, disappeared the night after he got us."

"How do you know he's dead?" He was hopeful. This was his only lead to Clayface, he needed it to pan out.

"Showed up all cut up. 'Perfected' by the Pyg the news said." Bruce had been meaning to look into the Pyg, of course, it would come back around to haunt him.

'Great, another loose end.' Bruce thought to himself. Death didn't affect him in the same way that it used to, he'd seen enough dead bodies, including Alfred's to have become more or less numb to it. Though tomorrow he'd wallow in it, wonder whether it was his fault or not.

"Who taught you how to dance anyway, your butler." She sniggered from the adjacent room.

"No," Bruce assured her. "He hired me a teacher."

Selina was bewildered at the matter-a-fact way he spoke as she pulled the loose fitting t-shirt, that was slashed at the shoulders over her head. Then again, they had just been casually discussing a murder in a way that would be frowned upon, across the bay in Metropolis. Not in Gotham though, this sort of thing was normal. She shrugged her shoulders and headed back out into the living area.

"Is my jacket next to you?" She asked, heading over to the couch.

Sure enough, after a quick look, Bruce found her leather jacket on the floor by his feet and he met her at the edge of the couch. The cool leather felt refreshing against Selina's skin, she was beginning to feel herself again.

"What about Clayface?" Bruce asked her as she settled back into her regular attire.

"What about him?"

"Is there anything you can tell me about him?"

Selina took a second to think. "I might know a few places, we could ask some questions."

"We?"

"Yeah, you think you could find the squats and fences in the slums?"

"There aren't slums in Gotham." Selina raised her eyebrows, this clearly wasn't up for discussion. After all, Bruce was a privileged rich boy. "Thank you, Selina."

Selina's face changed as she took another step towards him. Her eyes narrowed as a small smile, that made her lips look fuller, began to push against her cheeks and she placed a hand on his cheek, lightly tracing her nails on his freshly shaved skin.

"Hey, pretty boy..." She whispered softly.

Bruce felt light beads of sweat form on his brow as she looked into his eyes. Her piercing gaze never left his as he began to move his head closer. Their foreheads were almost touching when Bruce placed his right hand onto her hip. She took the movement as an opportunity, slipping under his arm. By the time that he turned around, she was already out on the fire escape. Her smile now full of childish glee and eyes wide, it was Bruce's turn to narrow his eyes as she spoke. "...Catch me."

He wasn't going to let her get away with that. Bruce took off after her, vaulting over the window ledge. The stairs rumbled under his feet as he chased her to the top. It took him almost six blocks to finally catch up and realise that she'd managed to make him do things that he'd never thought possible since his parents died. He hadn't had to hide anything from her. He hadn't forced himself to think whether or not Alfred would approve before he followed her. He just enjoy that moment, this moment. He wanted it to last as long as possible. Tomorrow, when the sun came up, he'd be Bruce Wayne, entitled billionaire brat. Tonight he could just be himself, he didn't need to wear a mask.

"We're here." She told him as he came to a stop in front of her. They could hear the sounds of people cheering and the thumping of music under their feet. "On a rooftop?" He joked, earning a sarcastic laugh from Selina. "Ha! Ha! Come on," She said, brushing past him and taking his hand as she did to lead him down to street level.

They slipped into the crowd easily, the people were too concerned with their own business to notice the two of them climbing down, besides there were stranger things going on here than two teenagers climbing down the side of a building. Drug deals and solicitation were common as Bruce learned having to turn down offers of cocaine and venom, as well as the advances of a scantily clad woman who didn't seem even slightly dissuaded when he informed her that he and Selina were together.

They both followed the line around the corner as it moved slowly where Selina pushed Bruce lightly against the brick wall.

"Here." She told him, ruffling his hair before staring at him confused. "How?" She questioned herself before her eyes lit up.

"Gimme twenty dollars."

"What? I don't carry cash." Bruce told her, unsure why she was asking.

"Alright," She looked him up and down. "Your watch." She took his wrist and began to unfasten it before he had a chance to answer but Bruce didn't bother stopping her.

"Why?" She continued to ignore him as she took the watch off his wrist and looked past him once she had it in her hands.

"You, gimme your jacket." She called out, approaching a man sat on the other side of the street.

Bruce continued to move with the line, watching as Selina spoke to the man, now unable to hear what she was saying. The man held the fleece defensively closed and Selina held the watch out to him. His interest peek, he tried to take it from her and she pulled it out of his reach. He took off the fleece and handed it to her but when he went to take the watch, she pulled it away again. She finally handed it to him when he held out his shoes for her to take and Bruce watched, utterly confused.

"These are for you." Selina told him as she stood next to him again.

"Excuse me." He'd just watched her trade his watch for a homeless man's jacket and shoes, he wanted a better explanation.

"You're not getting in there." She said, pointing at the pink neon sign that read 'Heavy Heavy Club'. "Looking so... clean."

"You expect me." Bruce stated, his eyes widening. "To put those on."

"Stop acting like a drama queen."

They made their way past the bouncer with ease and Bruce immediately removed the jacket, wondering what he was doing but for some unknown reason, he continued to allow Selina to lead him through the narrow corridor which opened up to a large room where the electronic music was deafening. People were jumping and bobbing their heads to the music. He could feel the ground shaking with the weight of the crowd. It confused Bruce, this was not dancing.

"Selina," He shouted, stopping her from joining the swelling crowd. "What is this?"

She slipped her hand from his and smirked as she disappeared between two people and blended in with everybody else. Bruce called after her, following her in and found himself surrounded by people just enjoying the moment. As he walked through he got odd looks from those enjoying themselves as he bumped into them, whispering unheard apologies. The energy was intoxicating, drawing him in as he gave up searching for Selina.

This is why she led him in, to draw him in. He realised why she had brought him here as he joined in, jumping unenthusiastically at first. Just like when he was with her, he wasn't Bruce Wayne here, he was just another lost soul. Bruce knew that Selina was watching him, somewhere, as he began to blend in with everybody else as his jumping and head bobbing became more rhythmic.

"I told you that you'd prefer it." He heard from behind him, confirming his suspicions that he was being watched.

Bruce turned around, coming face to face with Selina. He stopped, he wasn't nervous like he was in her apartment. Bruce's searching eyes looked deep into Selina's for an answer to a question he didn't have to ask. She took a step forward, now mere inches separated them. Selina closed the gap, raising one of her hands and placing it flat on his chest. This wasn't enough for him so he placed a hand on her hip, pulling her against him. Selina let out a gasp that was silenced by Bruce pressing his lips against hers.

With one movement it all became real. This wasn't just shameless flirting or teasing, Bruce had made everything real. Selina wanted nothing more than to run away but she couldn't. She found herself, just like Bruce did, intoxicated by her partner whom only a few weeks ago was a stranger. It was far from love, they just understood each other. They could see the person behind the mask and that was enough, even if it was just for now.