"I'm not dying, Bruce" said Selina sighing and rolling her body so she was staring at the celling, "I'm not even hurt."

He watched her, as he had been doing all night. They got back when it was already far into the evening, Selina had refused all Bruce's pleadings to go get checked by Lee, and now, as the silver light of morning started to fill the room, she gave up on trying to sleep next to his restless body and the weight of his unrelenting gaze.

"You don't know that" his voice cracked when he said that, reminding her of how young he, both of them still were, to be living such an old married couple's moment.

"Yes, I do," she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Look, if you are going to be crazy paranoid all day too, just tell me in advance so I can raid Bullock's liquor cabinet, because there is no way I'm doing this sober."

He sighed and they held silence for a moment, he caressed her arm, sliding his hand to hers, urging her to relax.

"You shouldn't drink, you might be sick" he said close to her ear, Selina, who had a terrible night of hardly any sleep, wouldn't let him win so easy and tried to repress the goosebumps his breath so close to her neck elicited.

"I'm not!" she said in a hard voice, trying to stay mad, "I feel fine!" oh yes, she was feeling wonderful as he kissed down her neck and slid his hand from hers to her belly. "Sometimes…" she shut her eyes, her mouth opening agape when his hand reached her inner thigh, parting her legs gently "p-people throw up for no reason…" her voice was barely audible in those last words.

And then his touch was gone.

She lifted her lids, but didn't have to search for him. Bruce was looking down at her, one of his arms holding his body above hers.

"Selina…" he sighed and she held a hand up to his face, Bruce picked it pressing against his skin and kissing her palm, her wrist.

"God, you worry all the time," she said in a soft voice "don't you get exhausted?"

He just stared at her, those tempestuous eyes of him reflecting so much of his intense personality, she couldn't bear to just look and do nothing, Selina used her free hand to pull him by the nape of his neck in a searing kiss. Bruce let his body fell against hers delighting in the closeness, she opened her legs a little to accommodate him, and the little friction was enough to make her gasp breaking the kiss. Bruce's lips didn't stop, kissing down her chin and neck. He alternated between connecting her so many freckles with the tip of his tongue, and undoing the buttons of the old shirt of his that she had claimed as nightgown, until the fabric parted completely revealing her waiting body. Then, he reached for her nipple, he circled the aureole with his tongue and then gave it an open mouthed kiss, helping to shape it into a hard nub. He kissed her sternum before reaching her other nipple and repeating the feat. She tried to rub against him again, lacing her leg against his hip, but Bruce grabbed her shin. Not yet.

During that sleepless night he had finally made his decision.

He had to leave.

She may not be dying of disease, but all the horrors, and all the dangers were still very real, that encounter with Bane from which she had escaped by so little was the last drop. He would not tolerate such neglect with her life again. He would never let himself to be unprepared to protect those in need ever again. And for that he needed to leave. He needed to learn to be better, and while he remained in Gotham he would never fulfil his purpose.

This was a goodbye. And he would make it to be a good one.

Bruce pushed his body up, kneeing before her like a worshiper to a deity, Selina licked her lips and he wanted to kiss her again, but he too needed patience. His hand slid upward from her shin and he sat on his heels, and bended over to kiss her bare knee. Raising his eyes to meet hers, he started to kiss down her inner thigh, as he was taking his sweet, sweet time, Selina was becoming restless, and he smiled against her skin when he heard her mumble a complain, when he held her other leg down so she couldn't rub her thighs together to try to create some friction.

He pretended he was about to be where she wanted him when he picked her other leg up to give it the same treatment he gave to the first one.

"I fucking hate you, Bruce," she said between her teeth, her cheeks red with fury and arousal.

He sucked the sensible skin of her groin in retaliation. And then, he gave her centre a long good lick.

"Fuck…" her eyes rolled closed as he continued his ministrations, giving her another good lick before starting lapping against her clit. "O-oh…" she stuttered as she reached for his hair, pulling the roots. "Why do you have to be so good at every-fucking-thing?"

He chuckled and rose his face up to look at her.

"Are you really complaining?" he asked amused.

"No!" she said with a strangled voice.

"Should I stop?" he teased.

"Have I told you I hate you yet?"

"You know, Selina," he kissed her inner thigh again, driving her even more insane with frustration "you are not very nice."

That pushed her buttons too hard, and Bruce found himself being toppled down on the bed by a very naked, angry and horny Selina Kyle straddling him. But before she could fulfil her goal, he used his newfound bodily advantage against her, pushing her to a position under him again.

"I'm not done," he said in a hard voice, mirth gone from his darkened eyes as he dove once again, and this time he wouldn't stop.

He sucked her clit until she screamed, and then circled the rim of her entrance with the tip of his tongue, before penetrating her with it.

"Ohmigodohmigodoh" he wanted to laugh again, and he was sure by the way her nails entered his shoulder that she at least felt him smiling, but Bruce continued his onslaught until her whole body was shaking and he had to flee from the powerful lock of her thighs if he wanted to still have his head attached to his body.

"What have you been eating?" he asked her with his eyebrows knotted.

"What?" she breathed confused, still not fully back from her high.

"You are tasting different."

"What?" now she her tone was appalled.

And then his eyes widened, his mouth fell.

"Now I'm thinking of it, shouldn't you be…" his eyes were so big now she was really worried he was having a stroke or something. "Oh… Ohhhh."

"What is it? What you're talking about, Bruce?"

"Selina, you're pregnant."

Believe or not, Bruce realising what was happening to Selina after giving her head was not something I came up with after the last days' events. Actually my whole goal with this fic was to write this which was the silliest way I could think of a pregnancy reveal hahahaha. The timing being perfect is just Fortuna being the coolest goddess ever.

I hope you liked it, it was fun to write.

See you soon.