Selina had become a regular member of the Wayne household, not that anyone would say it out loud. The idea of being the Lady of Wayne Manor made her feel like she was choking.

With the regularity of her visits her insistence on always going home before falling asleep started to wane. Some nights, when she was curled into his chest and listening to his voice echo through his ribs, the idea of falling asleep then and there was all too appealing. She wasn't really sure why she was hellbent on going home anyways. She'd lived with him twice already, one night wouldn't kill her.

Still so, she wasn't prepared to face a conversation about changing her mind. She didn't want bruce to be aware of her vulnerability and clinginess. It was easier to deal with when it was a secret.

However, her resolve didn't last long.

The pair sat in the manor's study; Bruce hunched over manilla files and typed out case studies and Selina reading over his shoulder and trying to coax him into a less tense position.

The file he was looking over was too familiar, too akin to a nice, well off (and even more well known) couple being shot in an alley in front of their young son.

Of course this wasn't a nice couple like the waynes, they were an anonymous pair from the narrows. There was little to no documentation of their existence. And, as far as Gotham's police were concerned, they were shadows. Another set of nameless bodies bleeding out on the pavement.

But, they had a daughter, and she was missing. Bruce was working overtime trying to pick up the GCPD's slack. He was hellbent on finding her.

"B," she whispered, digging the heel of her palm into his shoulder until he let out a sound between and sigh and a hiss. He leaned against the back of the couch to stretch, and Selina considered that as close to a win as she was getting.

"This isn't your job. You need rest."

He hummed dismissively. "Nobody else will do it."

"I'm not saying you shouldn't look for her," She interjected, "But you can't help her unless you take care of yourself. It's like… a baby in a plane crash?"

"A baby in a plane crash..?" He asked, drawing back at meeting her eyes.

"In a plane crash you're supposed to put on your oxygen mask before the baby's. Because it can't help itself. If you die before you can get yours on it, it'll die anyway."

He stared back at her incredulously. "That's a horribly morbid analogy."

She shrugged, "You get what I'm saying."

"I'm fine. It's not that late," He turned his attention back to the files on the coffee table.

Selina groaned. "Can you at least take me home?"

He let out a noncommittal grunt, hardly listening to her, and continued thumbing through paperwork and writing incoherent notes.

She sighed, settling back against his side, and smiled softly as he rubbed his thumb against her knee absently.

They continued in this position, Bruce oozing tension and Selina on the cusp of falling asleep, for two more hours before she made a second attempt at getting him to bed.

"Bruce," She muttered, tucking her head into the crook of his neck and wrapping her arms around his waist, "Bruce, please, it's late."

He sighed, rubbing her back and kissing her head. "Just give me five more minutes."

She smiled to herself, thankful for his exhaustion aiding his affinity for physical intimacy, and curled into him further. "Please, B, can we just go to bed?"

This, finally, caught his attention. He paused, sitting the file on the table and looking down at her. "We?"

"Can't have you on the roads right now. It's almost four in the morning. Just come to bed."

Bruce, grinning widely, practically jumped off the couch at this. He grabbed her hand, pulling her towards him and wrapping his arms around her when her knees nearly gave out.

"Get off of me," She murmured teasingly, "Don't be so excited."

He held back a giggle and dragged her to his room. After offering her a change of clothes, and changing himself, he laid in bed and opened his arms in invitation.

She rolled her eyes, laying next to him and resting her head on his chest. He gripped her hip softly with one hand, softly stroked her hair with the other, and whispered a soft 'good night' as she fell asleep.

When bruce awoke he'd shifted to his side, legs intertwined with Selina's and hand cradling her cheek. He smiled, running his thumb along her jawline, and allowed himself to bask in the comfort of her presence.

Selina was so guarded, always ready for the other shoe to drop. It filled his chest with something warm and unrecognizable to know she was comfortable enough to show him this much vulnerability.

When she woke up he greeted her by pressing his lips to hers and kissing her breathless.

-

About a week later, Selina met him at the GCPD as he finished discussing details of his involvement in solving certain cases with Jim Gordon.

She'd grown comfortable with casual affection behind closed doors months ago, even working up to kiss him goodbye and press herself against him while he was working in front of Alfred. She'd been reluctant to clue others into the details of their, still unnamed, relationship.

Despite this, to his surprise, when he greeted her at the entrance of Jim's office she rose to her toes and kissed him gently. She pulled back before he had a chance to register it had happened at all, barely qualifying it as a peck, but he stood with his eyes closed and a surprised blush rising to his cheeks for several moments.

"Hey, B," She greeted, tucking her hair behind her ear, "Everything ok?"

He finally met her eyes again, beaming at her, and nodded.

They said their goodbyes to Jim, who managed to only make one joke about Bruce's new girlfriend (as if he'd been interested in anyone else as long as they two had known each other), and walked towards the exit of the precinct hand-in-hand.

As they approached his car she muttered 'don't say a word' before he could even think to ask about it. He laughed quietly, starting the car and resting his hand just above her knee as he drove them back to the manor.

-

Later that night, sitting on the balcony outside of bruce's room, he decided to ask her about Gordon's joke.

They were against the wall, Selina sat between his legs toying with his fingers absentmindedly, and he whispered her name softly.

She craned her neck, resting the back of her head against his shoulder, and smiled. "What's up?"

"Earlier today, when Jim said…" He paused, trying to gauge her expression from the angle, "When you kissed me."

She nodded and squeezed his hand gently.

"He called you my girlfriend."

"I was there," she replied, her tone almost mocking.

He chuckled nervously. "You didn't correct him."

"Should I have?" She asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

His breath caught in his throat. He stared down at her, unsure how to continue.

Eventually, he settled for "I don't know. Should you?"

Selina snorted, turning around to press her forehead to his. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" She murmured, pouting mockingly.

"Depends. Are you gonna say yes?"

She smiled, nodding slightly, and connected their lips. He grinned against her mouth, kissing her back with fervor.

They stayed that way for a while, until the cool air made him shiver and she craved the feel of his soft sheets against her skin and his heartbeat in her ears.

And so they laid in his bed, safe under warm blankets, and Bruce Wayne fell asleep to the sound of his (beautiful, perfect) girlfriend's breathing.