10 drabbles by prompt; some short, some long, SelinaxBruce, before and after TDKR. And hopefully a prompt per day. Hopefully...
Notes: I have most of my prompts, but if anyone wants to suggest something, I am all ears. I would also like to give a HUGE thank you to all those who read, favorited and reviewed my other story Aftermath; this one's for you guys!
Cracked
She's never seen anyone break before.
It reminds her of thick, heavy glass; too strong to shatter on impact, but still glass all the same. She watches the cracks slowly spider out from each impact, and Selina feels fear and dare she say it guilt trickle into her heart. She watches this man, Batman, this symbol be broken down into something that is very, very human. Selina remembers the whispers, and the legends of The Batman, told from everyone who has lived in Gotham for even a short period of time. He has become infamous and revered and everything in-between.
But it's really Bruce Wayne.
Admittedly it's not who she was expecting, as she watches more cracks split open like gaping wounds, but it makes sense. His retirement and Batman's, the cool toys [if she knew where he kept that motorcycle she would steal it. Immediately.], the slowed reactions. It makes sense.
But watching him crumble apart, all Selina can think of is how frail Bruce Wayne had looked when she had first met him, and the apathy in his eyes. She keeps her fists firmly at her sides, as she watches the pieces of Batman and Bruce Wayne crash onto the floor, and pretends her eyes are simply watering from the cold.