Chapter 13
Bruce buried his face in Selina's breasts. He felt her jiggle slowly, and he kissed where his mouth found her. He heard her moan. He wished to clutch her: he wished to clutch her because he knew how her day had been. He too had endured the harsh chill of the Steel Mill and the streets of Gotham with her, and he too had delved into the ecstasies she had over the course of her journey of the day which was relatively uneventful compared to numerous others she undertook.
One such case had occurred on a morn when the sky was as crimson as the fiercest dusk and as dark as the deepest void. Selina had left his flat in a passion and style that urged him to seize her and raise her off her feet and kiss her back and her waist. He had then watched as Selina walked off as if she had expected that.