NOTES: So, I decided to break the epilogue into two parts because I got inspired and it became huge lol. I'll probably post the second one tomorrow

——— 1 year later ———

"Bride. I'm a bride. I'm someone's bride."

No matter how many times Selina said it out loud, it still didn't feel real.

"Yes, I heard you the first fifty times," Jen rolled her eyes as she fought to rip the tags off her dress.

"How are you not freaking out about this?"

"Well, for starters, I was when you first told me. Then I had to hear you keep repeating the word bride like a moron for the last two days, and I kinda got over it. Also, I'm not the one getting married, so I figured what's the point."

"Thanks."

"What she meant is we're really happy for you and even more so that you invited us!", Pam stormed in the room, trying to justify her girlfriend's attitude.

"That's not what I meant," Jen murmured.

"My little sister is getting married!", Pam exclaimed excitedly, hugging Selina from behind as she did her makeup in front of the mirror.

Selina held her arms and smiled at her through the reflection.

"Tell me again how you two are still together?", Selina joked.

"Well, she's too grumpy and I'm too peppy. We even each other out," Pam said and let go of her, starting to prep her own makeup.

"You're one to talk," Jen commented.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, have you seen your fiancé? He's too… happy for you." Selina scoffed a laugh and Jen sighed and continued sarcastically, "Okay, okay, I get it, you're a laugher now, you're not dark anymore."

"No, that's not it," Selina chuckled, "it's just the first time anyone's ever called Bruce Wayne 'too happy'."

"I mean, when we first met he was a little uptight," Pam reasoned, "but he did look jolly these last days."

"He did, didn't he?", Selina muttered, smiling to herself.

"We've got a blushing bride," Pam teased.

"You two are really making me regret inviting you to stay in the room with me."

"It would've been selfish to have this gigantic bridal suite only to yourself," Jen said.

"And when have you known me to be selfless?", Selina raised her eyebrows.

"Good point. Though this bad girl case's not really cutting it these days."

Before Selina could answer, there was a knock on the door. It was so "orderly" and polite that she never even had to guess twice.

"Come on in, Alfred," she exclaimed.

The door opened and Alfred and Leslie Thompkins stepped forward, checking around the room if everybody was decent first before walking in.

"How are you this evening, Miss?"

At that point, Selina had already given up on asking him to call her by her name.

"All good. Honestly, I just wanna get this over with."

"That's the spirit," Jen said distractedly as she went through her bags. Selina ignored her.

"Yes, well, I understand the urge to fast forward this part. But unfortunately, it's necessary," Alfred said.

"Still, you look lovely, Selina," the woman holding onto Alfred's arm said.

"Thank you, Leslie, so do you. How was your trip?"

"It was fine, overall. I don't do well with planes, though."

"I'm sorry to hear that…", Selina paused, unsure if she should ask again, but unable to stop herself, "I think I already know the answer, but any last minute news?"

"No, Selina. I'm sorry. Even with Bruce's contacts, it's really difficult to get a permit like that. I'm sure you can understand why it's so complex to fly a guardianless child abroad like that."

"Yeah… I get it. Thank you for trying anyway, Leslie."

"Of course," she answered and glanced at Alfred, "I'll give you two some privacy."

Pamela and Holly looked at them and quickly got the memo, excusing themselves to the adjoining room and closing the door. Selina sat down at the dressing table and started putting on her jewelry as Alfred sat down on the bed behind her.

"Don't tell me he's getting cold feet now," Selina joked.

Alfred chuckled softly, "Far from it. But much like you, he's not too excited about this particular part."

Selina sighed, "Remind me again why we had to invite all these people."

"Oh, you know, Miss. Regrettably, the board feels they need to keep some tabs on Master Bruce's life. With him working directly there or not, he is the face of the company. Them seeing him get married and lead a healthy, low-profile life will be good for you two in the future. Hopefully, then, they'll leave you alone. Besides, it is only the rehearsal dinner, it will end early in the evening and they'll be gone by morning."

"Okay," she sighed, "I think I can manage one dinner without killing anyone."

"Yes, well, here's to hoping that you do."

"Besides the horror movie that awaits me in the ballroom, is there anything else I should be worried about?", she asked, suspicious as to why Alfred had paid her a visit only to act so vague. It wasn't like him to be so evasive.

"Absolutely not, Miss," he said, then seemed to think twice about it, "but perhaps I do."

Selina turned on the ottoman to face him directly, a concerned look taking over her face.

"I come bearing gifts," he finally announced, then grabbed a small box from his pocket and handed it to her. "Though, before you open it, Miss, please hear what I have to say."

"Last year, when Master Wayne asked me to track down your siblings, I found many possible matches. I contacted a few before I was certain of who they were," he began. Selina gulped and kept waiting patiently for him to continue. "When he told me you didn't wish to reach out them, I took it upon myself to do so again so I could explain. I told them you hadn't always had an easy life, and that although you didn't know I had already talked to them, you were a bit reluctant to attempt at any communication. I told them I thought perhaps you were scared to find out they've also had it rough. They respected it."

"Your sister reached out to me again a couple months ago, though, when news came out about Master Bruce's engagement. She recognized you in a picture, and I didn't see any other way but to confirm that it was you. I told her I thought it might be a lot to you if they showed up here on your wedding day, so they sent this. Well, your sister did. Your brother sent a muffin baking machine, which was something you apparently liked growing up."

Selina's stomach dropped, and suddenly the little box in her hand weighed a hundred pounds. She choked back the urge to throw it out the window and pretend she'd never seen it.

"I apologize for my intrusion in your matters, Miss. I wouldn't have given it to you or commented anything about it hadn't I promised her I'd deliver this before the ceremony."

Selina felt a bit irritated, but she knew it wasn't towards Alfred. It was because of the whole situation, on top of the already stressful evening that awaited her.

"It's alright, Alfred. I've heard families have the habit of meddling," she joked faintly.

"I will leave you to it, then," he stood up, "unless… do you wish me to stay?"

"I'll be fine. I think it's best to do this alone."

"Alright. If you need anything…"

"I'll let you know."

As soon as Alfred left the room, she carefully opened the little lilac wooden box.

At first, she didn't get it, but then she read the note and it all made sense.

Bruce's mother's pearls were her something old. She had a new set of earrings to pair up with them. Her bridal garter belt had small blue amethysts embroidered. And a simple single hairpin lay on the cushion under the note that read "Dear Selina, This is the one thing I have from Maria. Congratulations on your wedding day! Love, your sister Maggie. PS: I'm gonna need this back."

Selina never cared much for traditions, specially ones carrying superstitious meanings. She hadn't thought any of it through, and Pam was the one who insisted she added the blue stones "just in case". But now that she had her something borrowed, everything suddenly became very real.

Her eyes blinked back tears as she tried wiping them before they ruined her makeup. Her chest clenched painfully and her mouth became dry. The feeling she'd brushed aside and forced herself to ignore all those years had stormed in like a tidal wave — she missed them terribly, even though the last image she had was of them as little kids. And despite the fact that she didn't actually know them anymore. She suddenly became nervous about Maggie's note. It had been carefully thought out so they'd have to get in touch at some point.

But her reaction was mostly positive. The sadness and apprehension were compensated by the thought of her siblings, somewhere in the world, thinking about her the next day. She'd be thinking about them too.

Selina sniffed once more and forced herself to regain her composure, clearing out from her face any signs that she might've cried. Then she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror. Her dress* was longer on the back and shorter on the front, and only the bottom inside out was white. The blackness in it wasn't the most usual pick for a bride to wear at her rehearsal dinner, but then again, what part of Selina Kyle screamed conventional?

Also, that way the Cat would partly accompany her through the evening and help her survive it. So she'd also chosen it because it was just the right amount of light provocation against the conservative board members. She almost felt gleeful imagining the old ladies whispering in shock on the corners, knowing their discomfort would be entertaining enough to get her through the night.

Well, that, and the strong arms of the man who had just knocked on her door, making her smile. She could recognize the contained strength he had put into it as to not bust the door. Before she could open it, though, she checked the adjoining room for her friends, but they'd apparently already left for the reception. Traitors, she thought, then sighed and opened the door.

"Hey, handsome. Are you lost?", she smirked.

"Selina. You look... stunning," Bruce muttered, gazing at her like he'd just won the lottery and she was the prize.

"Keep saying stuff like that and you might just get lucky tonight," she kissed his cheek and grabbed his arm, "Shall we?"

The venue they had picked was a classic medieval chateau in the countryside built during the French renaissance, and it contained about 20 bedrooms for the guests to stay in. A good number, enough to keep only the wanted guests around. The wedding ceremony either way would be limited to only the closest ones.

Contrary to what they were about to walk into. As soon as the doors to the ballroom opened on them, camera flashes attacked their eyes from all sides. People from all over came to greet them and congratulate them. They put on their best act trying to sound flattered and delighted by their presence. Although Selina had to really make an effort not to roll her eyes anytime the ass-kissing became too much.

However, her looks indeed had caused some reaction on parts of the crowd, for her amusement, and she could see some of the older guests baffled by her "audacity".

She located her friends on the far corner of the room, stuffing themselves with finger food and laughing mockingly at her visible boredom listening to this old man talking about the stock market. At least her and Bruce had years of practice entertaining those kinds of people.

But Bruce did have some friends amongst the crowd of bootlickers, mostly from college and his phases of being a party playboy. All of them seemed to be appalled to be attending his wedding, still seeing through the lenses of their college years, when Bruce was probably the least likely to settle down. In a way, he still was. But it all made sense to them when he'd introduce them to Selina. Few jaws remained undropped amongst them.

At some point, Bruce had left her fending for herself for a while to greet an old pal, Thomas Elliot, who also spared no effort to compliment him on his fiancée.

"She sounds great, man. But, you know… Bruce Wayne is going suburban. Never thought I'd live to see this day."

"Yeah, well… people change. Besides, there's nothing suburban about her, trust me."

"I can see the appeal, though," Elliot said, glancing over at Selina, "I'd choose to change too. What's that like?"

Bruce followed his eye. He could see she had a convincing fake smile on while talking to an old couple. She had her arms crossed and played with his mother's pearls absentmindedly. Her finger shone with the big rock attached to it. He smiled.

"Have you ever walked into a museum, and like, this one piece calls out to you and then it's all you can see? That's what it feels like. Just this one painting that makes all around look dull."

She caught his eye and gave him a crooked genuine smile, then excused herself, walking over to him. Thomas mumbled something about needing to go somewhere but Bruce had already stopped paying attention to him. She tangled her arm in his and started leading him to a corner as she kept smiling and facing forward to everyone.

"You leave me alone with these people again and I swear I'm going to rob everyone blind," she said through her teeth as she waved politely at someone else. He laughed.

Shortly after the evening was over, her friends kidnapped her, as some of Bruce's closest acquaintances did to him. All very well planned, apparently, because it happened during the only second of the night they were separated. Pamela and Holly took her to a barn outside, where they'd gathered some of the most expensive wine bottles and lots of bonbons and sugarplums. Bruce's friends led him to a study room for whiskey and cigars.

Selina enjoyed it far better than he did, though it was probably just her finally being able to let go and be surrounded only by people she actually tolerated. However, as soon as her friends got drunk enough to stop hovering her — being seemingly too interested in each other's tonsils —, she sneaked out to knock on Bruce's door.

"Alfred, I told you I don't need… Selina," he said surprised.

"You don't need me?", she pouted, "But I come bearing gifts…"

She slipped in as he kept staring at her confused.

"I thought we weren't supposed to see each other until the wedding."

"It's not midnight yet. Besides, when have you known me to play by the rules?", she smirked as she pulled down her zipper and her dress fell off completely.

Bruce widened his eyes astonished and quickly shut the door behind him before anyone could see her. Her garter belt had her whip attached to it on one side, and cuffs on the other. He grinned.

That would probably be the best wedding gift he'd get. They were both overwhelmingly excited and it showed. Bruce couldn't stop smiling. The next day, that woman, who was driving him crazy doing things to him he'd never even imagined possible, would be his forever.

She'd tied him up and begun teasing him. He'd beg to touch her and she'd laugh in pure joy, never missing her usual mischievous tone. The sound would only make him smile wider. She'd touch herself instead, eyeing him teasingly knowing how tortured he felt knowing he couldn't do the same.

Then she kept him at it for quite a while, making him edge repeatedly and then pulling back. She kissed every square inch of him and enjoyed watching his reactions, which left her uncomfortably worked up as well. But she wanted that night to be only for him — her soon-to-be husband. To express physically her love for him and appreciation for everything he meant to her. To try to give back at least an inch of the happiness he'd brought into her life.

But Bruce wasn't one to feel satisfied until she did, and he'd never leave her to go back to her room high and dry after she'd taken him to heaven and back. Before she could let him go, he begged her to at least let him finish her, and when she exhaled heavily he knew he had her. She carried out his plea when he asked her to come close and sit on his face, and she saw butterflies as he took her higher than ever. By the time she came undone gripping his hair, they both felt amazingly and utterly complete. She only took time to chuckle and catch her breath before she stood up and started putting her clothes back on.

"I'll see you at the altar," she smiled as she finished untying him.

She kissed him quickly and scampered out of the room, shoes in hand, and he was left chuckling, still a bit short of breath. He couldn't wait for their life together.

The ceremony took place in a very small chapel on the grounds of the chateau at sundown. It wasn't exactly what they or anyone else would figure to be like them. Perhaps it was the amount of flowery bindweeds on the stone walls, or the fact that it was too sweetly romantic and fairytale-like — the opposite of their lives. So they probably wouldn't have had it done there if it wasn't for its meaning to Bruce — they'd discovered that his parents had once renewed their vows there during a weekend trip to Paris. As for Selina, she'd never wanted and would honestly dread having a big fancy wedding anyway, so as long as he was happy, she was happy.

They made it simple. Pam did Selina's makeup basic and her hair loose and a little wavy, only tied back enough to hold her veil. Nothing too much. She wanted something more natural after the previous night's fussy celebration. Her dress* was nothing tackily extravagant, but it was florid in its own way, having delicate intricate embroideries covering the semi-illusion mermaid gown. The tail emerged from the back and terminated on the ground, forming a halo around her. She carried a bouquet of catnip, having the lilac flowers popping up and out of the green in a graceful contrast.

Selina walked down the aisle to the happiest Bruce she'd ever met. In his own way, which only a few people in the world would be able to spot the difference. He wasn't smiling widely or shedding tears like one would picture a happy groom. Instead, his lips were contained, only lightly upturned, and for the rest of the ceremony his shining eyes ignored everything else that wasn't her, just the way she did with him.

Alfred officiated it. They chose to do the conventional vows and keep their own personal ones only to each other. They said their "I do's". They kissed softly, but as if no one else was watching. They were applauded by the guests. They laughed together. And as they walked away from the altar, hand in hand, they both thought of their families. Bruce imagined his parents getting married and leaving that chapel just like he did. Selina imagined her mom watching her from the benches, and then her siblings, thinking of her in that moment somewhere across the world.

And then they looked at each other, and appreciated the fact that from that day on, they were both each other's family.

——— A year later ———

Selina climbed up the wall as easily as very few could, yet in heels. She grabbed the balcony handrail and quickly pulled herself up, then picked the lock on the glass door in a second with no difficulty.

Though the sun was almost about to rise, the room inside was dark and silent, but she had no problem moving around in it. She stopped by the foot of the bed and looked at the man sleeping peacefully in it, wearing only white boxers and laying on his stomach, making the scars on his back much more apparent under the dim moonlight.

"I installed all new security," he mumbled, the sound muffled by the pillow, "so you know how many alarms should've been going off right now?"

"All of them."

"Come here," he muttered drowsily, lifting up the blanket for her to slip in.

"Give me a sec. I have to wash the blood off my hands."

That had seemed to grab his attention, and his voice came out way less sleepy, "Yours or someone else's?"

"Both," she answered from the bathroom as she scrubbed her fingers with soap. She came out and got off her catsuit, grabbing a bathrobe to lie down next to him. "I punched this guy on his jaw, and he kinda accidentally bit me. Well, his teeth hit my hand pretty harshly, but that was it."

Bruce held her against him and she lay on his chest. He grabbed her recently injured hand and kissed the small new bruises on it, then the top of her head.

"I missed you," he whispered.

"I was only out for two days."

"I missed you."

She smiled and cozied up on his warm body, "I missed you, too."

"Get some sleep now," he told her sweetly.

"You sleep. I'm sorry I woke you up. I have to be up in no time."

"You gotta be exhausted, Selina, can't you do this another time?"

"I've postponed it enough. And I have to have a doctor's appointment first. I told you."

"I know…", he mumbled, seeming a bit frustrated.

The tone in his voice made her stand on her elbows to look at him.

"Bruce. I know you. Is there something bothering you? Something you wanna tell me?"

"No," he muttered, but then sighed. She could see right through him. "Yes… can we talk about this?"

"About what?"

"About you… the appointment… replacing it."

She got confused, wondering why would that silly thing even be in his mind, and her expression showed.

"Okay… what do you mean?"

"Why don't you… not?"

She furrowed her brow, "I mean, it's expired, but I guess I could still live for a few years with it before it killed me," she said ironically.

He puffed, "That's not what I meant."

It took her a second, but her heart instantly skipped a beat when she got his point, and not in a good way. She suddenly felt an anxiety nausea and her eyes slightly widened in shock.

"Bruce, I…"

When she was younger she'd go on the pill and use the condom, for obvious reasons. Then when she started dating Ted, she had the IUD implanted so they wouldn't have to. With Eiko, she didn't need to worry about these things, but she kept it anyway, because it wasn't as if she took the relationship seriously enough to not "slip" once in a while.

Time had come for her to see a doctor to remove the IUD and replace it with another one. It was just a routine thing, so she'd never thought to bring it to the table.

"I can't," she choked out.

Bruce tucked her hair behind her ear, "Why not?"

"I-I just can't."

"Look, I know we've never talked about this. I think we both never felt the need to, or even considered it, given the circumstances and how our lives usually play out. But now… I just have so much I never thought I'd ever get in this life. You gave me all that. I guess recently I've started seeing more possibilities. For me, for the future… for us."

Selina gulped, "Bruce… I… I'm not cut out for this. This isn't something that's ever even crossed my mind."

Bruce raised his eyebrows skeptically, "You and I both know that's not true."

She sighed, "Okay, maybe. But that's different. He's here already. It's not like I'm… like we'd… it's a bad idea either way."

"Just think about it."

"I can't… Bruce, I've been a screw-up, a crook, most of my life. I've been more bad than good. I'm not naturally selfless. I've chased vengeance, and payback, and I've spent most of my life forcefully snatching and grabbing what had been denied me. I have the worst parenting examples possible. I barely rise above my own baggage, I can't expect someone else to have to. I'm not a mother… I'm a thief."

Bruce sighed, "I just wish you could see yourself the way I see you. You'd see how amazing you'd be at it, in spite of and because of all the things you just said," he stroked her cheek softly, "I'm not asking you for anything. I'm only… can you at least think about it? For me. Please. Just… just think about it."

"I…", Selina stuttered. Her mind screamed a thousand times no, but she always found it extremely difficult to deny him when he asked her for anything like that. "I can… I will," she said, though she already knew what would be her answer at the end of said thinking.

"Thank you," he said, also knowing she'd said it only to please him, and not to actually consider it. But he hoped it could at least plant even if the smallest seed of doubt in her mind.

"I'll just text Dr. Thibault's secretary, then," she said, sitting up and grabbing her phone from the bedside table. Bruce widened his eyes. "Relax, I'm just rescheduling it, I have to go either way. You just kinda threw me off the edge here right now," she said, putting one hand on her chest and laying on her back.

Her breathing was a bit accelerated and she swallowed dry. Bruce immediately felt bad. She hadn't had not even the smallest panic attack in a long time, but it seemed like he'd just triggered one. His hand reached for hers and he felt her heart racing under it, and the guilt washed over him. He pulled her to him and hugged her cold body against his, resting his head on hers.

"I'm sorry, my love. I'm sorry. I never wanted to cause you any distress. I didn't mean to pressure you into anything, I swear, I was just…"

"I know. It's alright," she said, but her voice was a bit shaky and weak.

He kissed her forehead and rocked her lightly in his arms, "Get some sleep. You've been working for two days straight. I'll be here with you."

———

A week later, Selina stormed into the garage, where Bruce was focused fixing something underneath her car.

"I've thought about it. Bruce… I'm so sorry, but I can't give you this. And honestly, I wish I could."

He slid out from under the car and stood up. "What do you mean?"

"Aren't you scared? Beyond the fear of screwing up the kid, aren't you terrified? I mean, will we ever be truly safe? Is it fair bringing a child into all of this? I don't know… the point is I'd be a terrible mother anyway. I'm not a caretaker. I took a bullet for my father, whom I hated, just so I wouldn't be put in that position. And look how brilliantly that turned out for everyone."

Despite the things she'd said, Bruce smiled a bit. The way she'd walked in and how she talked about it so intensely made him realize she'd actually come to consider it.

"Of course I'm scared. But we're Batman and Catwoman, who else would be better to protect them? And regarding what you said about your siblings… You were a kid, Selina, you were never supposed to be put in that position. Besides, Aiden and Maggie turned out incredibly fine because you took care of them. And then you let them go so they'd have a chance of a better life and a new family of their own, even if it meant you'd be alone, how is that not motherly of you?"

"I… it doesn't matter. I'd suck at it. I can't do it, and I don't want to," she said harshly, and Bruce's face crumbled a bit. She shook her head, having immediately regretted her tone, and grabbed his face, speaking softer, "I… I'm sorry, Bruce. I know that's not what you wanted to hear. I wish I could give you everything you want, cause you deserve it, and cause you make me so unbearably happy, in a way I never thought I could be. And it kills me to have to deny you this, but…"

"But you have to," he finished her sentence, then sighed. His voice was sad, but calm. He grabbed her neck and pulled her to his chest, kissing the top of her head. "It's alright. I'm not thrilled about it, but I'll get over it. You're all I need; as long as I have you I can deal with everything else. So if you don't want it, I'm okay with that."

She hugged him tighter, feeling even worse than before. She'd never deserve how understanding and loving he was towards her.

"Although… now I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this," he said, letting go of her and heading to the corner of the room. He picked up a cardboard box from the floor and showed her the content.

At first she looked at him confused, but then she noticed the little thing inside it. Over the layers of towels and flannel cloths, rested a tiny black kitten, sleeping wrapped up in the prettiest red bow.

"Bruce! Oh my god, what is this?", she exclaimed, picking it up and pressing the furry thing to her face.

"I thought you'd be familiar with it. It's a cat," he smirked.

"This is the cutest thing I've ever seen! Where did you find him… her…?"

"Her name is Iris. At the local adoption fair. I thought, you know, you wouldn't be so freaked out if you realized you could… if you had… doesn't matter, she's yours now anyway if you want her."

Selina looked at him sadly and he smiled at her comfortingly, as if to reassure her he was fine. Little Iris meowed demanding Selina's attention back, and her heart melted.

"Of course I want her. How could I not?", she babytalked to the purring ball of fur in her arms, "You're the fluffiest little thing on the planet."

"You mean after me," Bruce joked.

"Yes, after your da…", Selina halted awkwardly and avoided his look. She put Iris back in the box for a second and grabbed his hands. "Thank you. This was the sweetest thing… I-I love you. I wish I could...", her voice faltered, screeching at the end, so she stopped talking and covered her face as soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes.

"Shhh, come on," he hugged her for a while as she cried, but then gripped her arms and pushed her back gently to look at her, "Selina, listen to me. My life is amazing. I have so much joy. I have the most beautiful, incredible wife. I have Alfred. I have everything I've ever wanted. I have a whole future with you. I even have little Iris now," he smiled lightly, "I don't need anything else."

"Promise?", she sniffed.

"Promise."

——— A month later ———

Bruce heard the tires screeching on the garage tile and chuckled a bit. Selina was a damn good fast driver, so much that an unsuspecting spectator might think she was being chased down or racing to a life or death situation, when in reality she'd be just going grocery shopping.

Iris meowed weeping at the front door, and shortly after, Selina walked in through it.

"Hey," Bruce put his laptop down, "how are you feeling?"

"Alright," she replied as she hung her coat by the door and began walking to where he was.

"Really? The doctor said you might be in pain for a while…"

"I'm fine," she sat down next to him on the leather couch and Iris jumped straight to her lap. She reached over to pet her little shadow and the kitty purred noisily. "I… I didn't do it."

Bruce turned to face her more directly. He was a bit startled, but tried to keep his reactions at a minimum, though she could see right through it.

"What? Why?", he asked.

She sighed, "I don't know… they removed it, and just as they were about to put in the new one I called it off… I-I'm going on the pill. I haven't changed my mind. I still think this would be a terrible idea. But I thought… maybe I could give you an inch and not make it so permanent. Or at least so inconvenient to reverse."

Bruce smiled contented, but then took it down a notch and grabbed her hand, "Look, don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to hear this. But I don't want you to and you can't do this if it's just for me."

Selina sighed and picked up his glass of whiskey that lied on the coffee table. He'd taken on a bit of her habits. She took a sip and then gave it back to him.

"I knew you'd say that. But the thing is, I can. I can do this one thing for you. And then, who knows, maybe one day it will be for myself too."

She sighed heavily and forced out a smile, which became more genuine and natural as she saw through the happiness he was trying so hard to not let show. After a while, she couldn't help but chuckle a bit thinking how cute he looked doing so.

Bruce grinned and went for her lips, pressing his mouth against hers excitedly and hearing complaints from Iris on her lap. Selina gladly abided and threaded her fingers on his hair, pulling him closer to her and naturally forcing the kitten to leap away from them to avoid getting smashed. She began lying down so Bruce could rest on top of her, then tangled her legs around him to feel his body against her. His lips slipped down to her neck, sending shivers down her spine.

She chuckled lightly, then mumbled airily, "You know… I don't know if we're ever gonna try to make a baby. But we can sure as hell practice it."

———

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