Storge part III

Selina was almost falling asleep when she turned in bed and there was a massive shadow blocking the view outside. She sat up startled, blinking completely awake and, with an annoyed exhale, stood up to open the glass door.

'Why are such a creep? Can you call first or something? Let me see where you hurt yourself again, but don't you dare make this an habit-'

'Selina…'

'What?' She snapped.

'I'm not hurt.'

Selina furrow got even more knotted when he touched her forearm lightly, bringing her closer.

'Bruce? What is it?'

'I just wanted to…' Selina watched him take off his cowl and approach her like it was a dream, she offered no resistance when he kissed her, but she didn't kiss him either.

'What is it?' He asked softly, his voice hoarse, his breath warm and so close.

'No. No, no, no.' She started punching him on the chest as he held her. 'You can't do this. You can't just come back to my life and expect to pick up from where we left of after leaving me for ten years without even saying goodbye.'

'Selina…' He pleaded rubbing her arms.

'No, Bruce, fuck you.' She punched him again, this time stronger, but he didn't let go. She had tears in her eyes and a hurt expression, it was breaking his heart. 'Do you know how it was? It was hard to be left behind like that again, and that is what I had to become, hard.'

'I'm sorry.' And he meant it, he meant it so much.

'No! Fuck you, fuck you a million times, you don't get to be sorry.' She punched his chest one last time and Bruce finally let her go, almost as if she was missing him, Selina hug herself.

'I had to, Selina, I did. I couldn't live with myself knowing that all kinds of evil would be always coming for me and hurt the people that I care about, that I love, and I couldn't do anything to stop them. I know I have no right to ask for your forgiveness, but I want you to know that my feelings for you never changed. I don't think they ever will.'

'No, I don't care, go away.' The tears was falling now, and when Bruce looked at her she looked so young, he could perfectly see the girl from ten years ago, and he hated himself for what he had done to her.

'Selina… Listen to me.' He pleaded again, an edge of despair in his voice.

'No, even before we were always like that, hurting each other so much, we can't… We just have a fight yesterday for crying out loud! I can't do it all over again, and now I have to think about Helena, she can't have her parents fighting all the time.'

'Selina, I love you.' But the way he said it was far from romantic. He said it like someone who was stubbornly tries to make a point, cool anger in each word instead of passion.

She snorted bitterly.

'Fuck you, Bruce.'

'Well, I do. And I think Helena has already made clear of her opinion on both of us.'

'She is ten, she thinks Barbara is a natural ginger.' Said her so comically annoyed and so her that his anger melted.

He chuckled, she eyed him like he had just grown another head.

Bruce walked towards her, the back of his fingers brushing her tear smeared cheek, her lids trembled, and her posture relaxed slightly.

'How I missed you. Your dry humour, your curly hair, those eyes…' He leaned into her. 'Your smell… Selina…'

'Oh, shut up.'

And throwing her arms around his neck, Selina kissed him. Bruce hoisted her up waking both of them inside still in liplock, Selina's kiss was angry, her nose crunched against his, her fingers pulling his hair hard, she was biting his lip in a way he knew it would feel tender well after she finished her ministrations. He hope it would. I had been so long since the last time he felt her like that, the kiss in the kitchen had been good, but it was far from enough, but there was never enough for him when it came to Selina. Now he wanted to take his time, he wanted it to last long after it was over.

Her clothes were easy, she was only wearing a flimsy lace nightgown to sleep, and when they reached the bed all he had to do was slide his hands under the smooth fabric and pull it up as she raised her arms to help him. He mapped her body like a man that finally returns home after a lifetime on exile. He wanted to kiss each new freckle and get reacquainted with the old ones, trace with the tip of his tongue each new scar and the scattered thunderbolts of her stretch marks on her hips and breasts, but she was so impatient. He chuckled at her annoyance at his cape and armour, silencing her complaints with soft kisses every time she got too frustrated.

When he was finally free from his uniform, she took control again, pulling him to bed and straddling him. The neon lights coming from outside gave her glistening moist skin a pink halo, like she was something out of the world. His hand caressed her navel reaching upwards cupping a breast, his stupid male brain noticed that they were bigger than they used to be, the word breastfeeding crossing his mind before it was completely wiped out when she trusted against him. Bruce's breath hitched and he rubbed her nipple, watching as she closed her eyes and parted her mouth to let out a moan. Selina tried to get him inside her, but he stopped her. She looked at him confused.

'Not yet. Lie down.'

She rolled her eyes.

'I forgot how bossy you are.'

He gave her a half smile.

'I could never forget how hasty you are, and how beautiful.'

'You don't need to say this mushy stuff anymore, I'm already naked.'

He chuckled, and turned their positions, he took his time kissing her long and slow.

'I say it because I mean it.' He said against her neck, listening her to breathe hard against his ear.

'Shut up.' She told him in mock annoyance enjoying the feeling if his weight holding her in place, her hands roaming through his back.

He bit her neck for that, and missed her satisfied smile as he kissed his way down.

ooo

She was taking too long to come back, but Bruce was so caught in his moment of afterglow bliss, surrounded by her smell that he didn't stress over it, what moments after proved to have been a huge mistake.

'You have to go.' Selina said coming out of the bathroom. Her face was washed out. She was dressing what looked like an old cotton t-shirt too big for her. He wondered how that came to her possession.

'What?' He asked confused, he had been so relaxed that he was almost falling asleep.

'Just go.' Her voice sounded weak, but decided. 'This was a mistake.'

'Selina… No…'

'Just go, Bruce' her voice broke. 'I shouldn't… Please. Just go.'

Bruce felt dread coursing all over his body, he wanted to argue again, but her eyes looked dead and hollow. And he had the impression that if he forced her to listen she would raise her walls even higher or crumble to dust and he didn't know what scared him the most.

Selina waited until he was standing to walk across him, putting as much space as was possible in those closed quarters, she lied on her bed that was now covered in both of their smells, she curled into herself and soon her shoulders started shaking softly.

That night Bruce dressed himself was he heard Selina cry quietly into her pillow, her back turned away from him.

I KNOW I'M MEAN I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON ALRIGHT. But hear me out, the best is yet to come! Promise.

The final scene of this chapter is inspired by Brendan Perry's Medusa:

"Medusa, you robbed me of my youth
Abandoned me on the Tropic of Solitude
Seducer of the shipwrecked and forlorn
You told me to get dressed
Then turned my heart to stone"