Talia packed her last shirt into the black Duffle bag, she closed it then zipped it shut. Bruce wrapped his arms around her waist and thrust forward,
"Do you have to leave?" he said while kissing her neck
"I have a mission to accomplish."
"it's not your mission, it's your fathers."
She vocalized a grunt as she pushed him off of her, he turned her around and said,
"look Talia if you stay maybe we can both give this up."
"We never will, you fight for vengeance, I fight for vengeance." she retorted
"I fight for Justice."
"No, you do not."
"Well at least I don't kill people." he screamed at her
"At least I make a difference!" she screamed back
They stared at each other, waiting for the other to make a move. Bruce leaned in and kissed her lips aggressively, she jumped on him and wrapped her legs around his waist, he stumbled back and hit the wall, a framed picture fell on the floor and the glass shattered. The noise didn't stop them, he ran his hand through her pants, until it came to the middle. She groaned in pleasure at his soft touch. She grabbed his forearm and forced his hand in. A banging sound came from the door, before Alfred opened it. Talia turned her head to Alfred and Bruce moved his face from her chest.
"Having fun... I presume."
Talia jumped down and straightened her clothes. Bruce stretched his back then wiped his lips.
"Your ride is outside Talia."
"Thank you Alfred." She said still embarrassed
Bruce looked at Talia and then she looked back, they both then turned their heads to Alfred,
"I'll leave you two to your own devices." he turned around and closed the door.
Bruce turned over to his window and saw the taxi, she walked behind him, got on her tippy toes and kissed his neck.
"I will be back whenever I'm invited." she said
"You're always welcome." he said as he turned around and gave her a hug
She nuzzled her face into his chest then looked up and kissed him. She pulled away and whispered in his ear,
"Goodbye my beloved."
She walked out of the door and out of his life. Bruce watched from the window as she left. Damian came into the room and asked Bruce,
"Where's mommy?"
"She left."
"Again?"
"Yes, sorry."
"Why didn't she say goodbye, Daddy?"
"Because she would rather say hello."
