I don't own The Batman Nolan trilogy, three so simple and realistic films that did away with the idiotic decisions of the original Batman movies.

Please let me know what you think.

Clean Slates for all.

Selina couldn't believe it. She had thought for a long while this man, this stubborn man who was someone after her own heart - all of the men she knew were easy enough to twist around her little pinky, but Selina had known for a long time this man was not the usual type to manipulate; she had to admit, she had been taken in by his rich playboy image when she'd broken into his safe, but it wasn't until Bane snapped his spine, Selina realised what she had done, and she had gone away, and thought long and hard about Bruce Wayne, discovering his history, and how Batman's first appearance more or less coincided with Bruce Wayne's return, although nobody truly knew what he'd been doing for years - was dead.

And yet, here he was in front of her.

"You're still alive? How did you do it, how could you have escaped?" Selina demanded, too stunned to maintain her usual calm demeanour.

Wayne shrugged (it was odd to see that unmasked face and the shrug coming from Batman's costume), "I lied about the autopilot."

"What, but why?" Selina didn't understand this, her mind racing while she rolled her eyes at Wayne's explanation; of course, his super plane had been advanced enough to have an autopilot, but she didn't understand why the charade.

"Several reasons, really. The first is I wanted to save Gotham-," Wayne began.

"Obviously," Selina rolled her eyes again. She wasn't really surprised. He was a big time hero/vigilante, yada yada.

"But I also wanted to give it something to remember, a symbol."

Selina wondered if he had a god complex. "What else?"

"I was tired. Ever since I came back from…where I was," Wayne said uncertainly, truly looking unsure about how he could actually describe where he had gone; clearly there was a long story there, but his stance made it obvious he had no real desire to talk about it anytime soon, and Selina didn't really care since she had been places that she didn't want to talk about, "Batman has taken up much of my life. When…the Joker was on his rampage, someone who was close to me died. I thought she was the one, but she was interested in someone else. I've only just found out about that, and I angrily lashed out at someone very special and dear to me. I've got nothing here. I've had enough of being Batman. I want to retire."

Selina could see he was telling the truth, but the problem was whether or not he could actually live up to his statement, she had tried the same thing with her own thief identity but it had never worked out, there was always some bauble or burglary that caught her eye which only made it even harder to walk away.

But Bruce Wayne had been crippled for some reason a while back, and Batman had been briefly retired until Bane had raised his masked head, but a lot of the reasoning stemmed from the fusion failure she had read about; something told her that the whole thing had been sabotaged. Everything worked too well for Bane when he took what was left of the project to use to threaten the city.

"And I think you do, too?" Bruce looked at her in such a way that made it clear he knew the answer was yes.

"What if I do?"

Wayne snorted at her pointedly. "Because you…aren't stupid. You wanted the slate for a reason. I think you're as tired of being a thief as I am of wearing this suit."

Selina frowned. She didn't like being psychoanalysed at the best of times, but she didn't like how accurate Wayne was being. "Yes, I want to retire; I'm becoming too well known, but at the same time I have enough money taken from my jobs to live comfortably. But I knew I'd need to have a clean slate, that's why I went to so much trouble to get it, including what I did at your home," she added, looking apologetically at Wayne.

"No. I've forgiven you for that."

Selina raised a brow. She didn't know if she could believe it since he had lost everything, partly because of her disguising herself as a maid and stealing his fingerprints to make it easy for Daggett to make use of them. "So what do you want to do now?"

Wayne reached into his utility belt and pulled out two black USB sticks.

"What are they?"

"The clean slate, for both of us," Wayne answered.

Selina eyed him suspiciously. "And you're giving me one of those. Why? Why would you do this for me?"

"You helped me."

"There's more to it than that. What is it? And please, give me a straight answer."

"Okay, a straight answer. You made it easy for Bane to take over Gotham. But at the same time, you helped when it was needed, and you helped me fight him off. You risked your own freedom, your life, just to help."

"How do you know I didn't help for selfish reasons? I've learnt the hard way over the years to look to number one. I could have been helping you for myself," Selina pointed out.

"I know you weren't," Bruce looked at her just as pointedly.

Selina looked down before she looked up again and smiled a true smile back at him. He really did know her. She could see that, she could see he was able to see through her. "So where do we go?"

"Wherever you want," Wayne held up the sticks. "It's up to you. With these, we can go anywhere we want. And nobody will know a thing."

"Good," Selina smirked.