Catwoman pulled Batman onto the building she suggested.

She walked to the edge and spotted her penthouse.

"Are you sure you can do this? you look like you're about to keel over."

"I'll have to do dive in order to get enough velocity." Batman smirked at her weakly, remembering the last time he glided with her on his back. When they landed on her balcony, she was so high on adrenaline, she munched his face and groped him.

"Okay."

Batman walked to the edge. Catwoman stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Ready?"

Batman was not ready.

"Ready."

He dove off the edge, waited four seconds, then extended the cape. His arms felt like he'd deadlifted a thousand pounds a minute before when steering. He thought he should think about something that makes him strong.

His will?

His family?

...Her?

He steered down toward the balcony.

"Bruce? Bruce slow down!" he heard Selina shout as his senses blurred again. He raised his arms to slow down, but it was too late. He crashed into her balcony, sliding across, and hitting the sliding door. He had horrible vertigo and couldn't get his arms to move. He didn't think the effects of the Hellbat suit would last this long. He hadn't realized he wore it for over six hours.

Selina got up from the crash, pulled back her mask, and ran up to Batman.

"Bruce!" Selina pawed at him, forgetting she had a sprained wrist.

"Selina.." he gasped "can't...m-move..."

Selina quickly unlocked the door, slided it open and grabbed two fistfuls of his cape. She started to lose feeling in her right wrist.

She dragged Batman to the middle of the living room and pushed the coffeee table out of her way with her boot.

"Bruce?! BRUCE!!!" she kept shaking his shoulders. He turned his head to her and groaned. She pressed the button in his collar and pulled off the mask and cape. His color had only just started to come back.

"I just... need... a minute." Bruce struggled.

"Okay, baby..." she started to tear up, but not wanting to show weakness, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "let's get you on the couch."

She unhooked his gauntlets and belt, pulled them off, threw them at the coffee table, then put his arm around her shoulder, and pulled him off the floor. She manhandled his beefy frame onto the couch, then ran to her bedroom, retrieved a pillow from her bed, ran back out to the living room, and slipped it under his head. She knelt next to him.

Bruce turned his head to her and opened his eyes.

"Selina?"

"Yes, honey?"

Selina grabbed his hand.

He slipped his hand from under hers and gently ran his index and middle finger up her hand and down to her wrist, feeling around through her glove.

"You should ice this. It... feels sprained." he thought turning on the old Wayne charm would maybe help.

"You drained yourself almost completely fighting off those...alien things, for hours until help came, and you're worried about my hand?"

"Yeah," Bruce smiled, still caressing her hand, "go get some ice for your paw and sit with me."

Selina kissed his forehead, stood up, and walked toward the fridge.

Bruce laid his head back and looked at the ceiling. He thought about how much of an ass he could be. He should've used the Batmobile, or maybe he should've just had enough fucking forethought to tell her that he felt like shit. She hurt her hand trying to punch out a superpowered attacker, met some of the family, invited him over so he could rest, then he had the nads to almost get her killed.

He hated himself so much.

Selina returned with an ice pack under her right arm and a glass of orange juice in the other. Bruce already felt like he'd treated her like shit and the kind gesture didn't help.

"You didn't have to-"

"Shush," she thrusted the beverage at him "this'll make you feel better."

Bruce sat up slightly, still feeling weakness in his muscles, and carefully grabbed the drink. He took a sip, feeling the cold drink wash through his mouth and down his throat. He already started to feel a better.

Selina set the ice pack on Bruce's chestplate. She slipped the pillow out from under Bruce's head and sat down where the pillow was. Bruce laid his head against her lap, feeling the purple leather creasing under the weight of his head.

She took off her gloves and rested her hand on the ice pack that sat on that famous yellow oval. She used her other hand to run her finger tips through his hair, massaging his scalp.

Bruce took another sip of the glass and set it down on the floor. He closed his eyes, focusing on those soothing hands massaging his head.

"How are you feeling?"

"Much better."

He touched his fingers to hers on his chest.

"Listen...kitten... I'm sorry ."

He opened his eyes and looked up into those mesmerizing pools of green. She continued rubbing his head.

Selina raised an eyebrow.

"For what?"

Bruce clenched his jaw and swallowed.

"For you having to deal with me."

He closed his eyes again, he furrowed his brow.

Selina knew how self righteous Batman is. He has to be. He couldn't be the montrous, unstoppable force of justice he is if he wasn't, but she'd come to find that Batman's self righteousness could drive Bruce Wayne mad with guilt, even for things that were so impossibly out of his control.

"You're sorry about my hand?"

"And throttling you into you into your own home at mach one, that as well."

Selina laughed.

"It was exciting... and you know how I like... excitement."

Bruce opened his eyes. She was giving him the naughty grin. She'd used that smile to get under his skin, she'd used it to escape from him. She'd now use it to comfort him.

He touched her sprained hand again gently.

"I love you, Kitten. Wanna sleep here?"

"Okay, can you get up so I can pull the couch out?"

"Yeah. I'm feeling a lot better."

Bruce sat up. He felt better, but he was tired. He grabbed the cup he set on the floor and finished the glass. He then slowly got up and set it down on the coffee table. Selina threw the pillow back on the couch and pushed a lever on the side, and pulled it out into a make shift bed. She pulled out a folded blanket stowed under it and spread it across the bed. Selina pulled off her boots.

Bruce pulled off his top and pushed down his leggings. Now down to his underwear, he threw the armor into the pile of of gauntlets and cape. He turned to see Selina looking down, hearing the zipper unzipping. He walked up behind her, and pressed his chest against her back, his hands on her elbows.

Selina paused and bit her lower lip.

Bruce kissed her cheek. He then got into bed, lying his head on the pillow. Selina pulled down the costume, kicked it off and layed herself down next to Bruce.

She scooched up onto him, putting her head on his chest and a hand on his abdomen. She started fingering a patch of skin tissue that felt leathery.

He put his hand on her head and twiddled with her hair.

"What was that thing anyway?" Selina asked.

"What thing?"

"The suit... it was killing you wasn't it?"

Bruce sighed.

"It's called 'Hellbat'. It was forged by the League so I could effectively combat superhuman threats."

"Okay, but..."

"Yeah, it can if I'm not careful. It converts my metabolism into solar energy-"

"Then you weren't careful... I... I need you to be more careful. I know that what you do is dangerous... it's...it's just..." she pressed herself against him.

Bruce stroked her head.

"I'll never stop, you know."

Selina took a deep breath.

"I know pumpkin. It's who you are. You're Batman because you are Batman. It's why this works."

"Selina," Bruce's bass-y voice began to tremble "I... I love you."

Selina closed her eyes and took another deep breath.

"I love you too."

Bruce drifted off to sleep.

Selina's gears were still turning.

The flurry of involuntary introspection in her head ironically started to blend together into a soothing white noise in her head.

She finally relaxed her neck and head, eventually falling asleep.