The plan was to go back to de Sirens after she healed. The whole thing about begging Bruce to not leave her? She would not speak of it. And it's rude of you to bring that up. But since Oswald had to kill her mentor and Barbara was crazy, Selina abandoned the only place she ever dared to call home and had been sleeping in the only safe-ish place in No Man's Land: Haven. More specifically, in Bruce Wayne's bed.
Every morning she woke up first than him, every morning she checked her feelings out in whether she still was way into him than it made her feel comfortable. The answer was always yes, she was always angry over it, and while she watched him sleep, she would scheme evil plans to punish him for making her feel that way. So unsafe, so needy, so disgustingly happy as the world dissolved into chaos around them.
And then he would wake up, blink sleepy grey eyes at her and be all floppy bed hair, long limbs twisting possessively around her body and pleased smile. Holding her tight, and nuzzling her neck, wishing her croaky good mornings, before kissing her everywhere in the path to her lips. Making Selina forget she was mad at him, at herself for wanting him, because she had him so easily in those mornings, and she had never, in her entire life, been given so freely something that she wanted as much as she wanted Bruce. Fast reward could be quite a strong drug to be addicted to.
She should have known that when abstinence came it would kill her.
And it did.
But that and then, and now was now. And now Selina was hungry as her tummy loudly announced.
Bruce chuckled breaking the kiss and pulled his hand off where it was dangerously close to her inner thigh.
"Let's have breakfast" he proposed his breath close to her neck giving her goosebumps.
"Yay. Canned food and watered down coffee. Can't wait."
He sighed. He almost never complained. It irritated her. Because she knew she was far more used to living without the basics and making do with nothing than him.
"I wish I could cook you a full English breakfast. With bacon, eggs, toast and baked beans."
"One day you will. And I'll love see you in an apron."
Bruce's wishful expression broke into an amused one.
"Aprons? Really?"
Selina's smile disappeared and she pushed him away sitting up.
"Said the boy that once made me wear some DYI cat ears while we fucked."
Bruce made an overly dramatic mock-offended sound that annoyed her even further.
"Cat ears are sexy! The ones I made looked good! And aren't cats your whole thing?"
"Hump!" She made pushing her legs off the bed, but before she could escape the bed, Bruce snatched her by the waist and Selina found herself trapped under his taller frame.
She forgot all about her hunger when he smiled that charming boyish smile of his, and then claimed her lips.
What? What did you say? I'm avoiding writing the angsty bits of my current WIP because I'm a weakling and a coward? How dare you!
(I'm totally doing that 8D)