Bruce pulled away from the hug.
"Hi Alfred."
"Hello, sir. Ms. Kyle." Alfred bowed slightly.
"Hi Alfred."
"I've begun preparations for tonight's banquet. Shall I set an extra plate?"
"That would be lovely."
"Very good Madam. Would you prefer a change of attire?"
Selina jerked her head back, then raised an eyebrow at Bruce.
"My apologies Ms. Kyle, I didn't intend to-"
"No it's fine, that'd be nice, thank you."
Alfred smiled, and marched toward a large staircase in the back of the cave.
Bruce gave her a puzzled look.
"So what, you sleep with so many models, you have a back log of forgotten clothes?"
"Selina!"
"HAHAHAHA!" Selina cackled, "So why do you have girlie clothing then?"
"I don't know! Ask Alfred!"
"He told me he keeps them just in case." a voice answered from above them.
Robin was perched on a railing above them.
"How long have you been there?" Selina asked.
Robin glared at her, then looked at Bruce.
"What are you doing? She's a supervillain."
"Um, excuse me, I'm right here!" Selina addressed the Boy Wonder.
Damian expected a stern 'Stand down, Robin!' from his father.
"Sorry," Bruce told him calmy "I should have told you. I didn't think you cared about this kind of thing."
"I take it you're Damian." Selina told him coyly.
Robin lept from his perch and landed behind them. Bruce and Selina turned to him. Damian glared at both of them and groaned. He then pulled down his hood, grabbed the front and back of the domino mask with white lenses that wrapped around his head, and lifted it off.
Selina looked into the ten year old's eyes and smiled at that familiar icy blue.
"Why are you looking at me that way?" Damian asked her suspiciously.
"Oh... sorry it's just that... you have his eyes. I just think that's cute."
Bruce raised his eyebrows, widened his eyes, and jerked his head at Selina.
"I said I think the sounds you make when you're asleep are cute and you threw items at me!"
Selina raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah, there a problem with that?"
Bruce looked at her and squinted menacingly.
"You're impossible!"
Damian rolled his eyes.
"You're change of clothes, Ms. Kyle." Alfred interjected.
Selina beamed at him. Alfred materialized on top of the stairs to the Rogue's Gallery showcase. It reminded her of how Batman would do the same.
Selina walked past Bruce and ascended the set of eight steps, and looked at the clothes. There was a pair of sports shoes on top, a sweater under them, and a pair of jeans under those.
Selina raised an eyebrow at Alfred.
"Hang on, how do you know my sizes?" she asked as she inspected the clothing.
"I am told I am rather adept at my job, madam. Knowing exactly what to bring and what not to bring when requested is in the description."
"But that still doesn't answer my... oh nevermind. Is there anywhere I can change?"
Meanwhile:
"Why would you reveal your secret identity to her, father?" Damian interrogated Bruce.
"Isn't it obvious?"
"Yeah. She's manipulating you. Again. She isn't to be trusted."
"Damian, Batman has known Catwoman for a long time."
"I'm aware, I'm also aware that she is a wanted thief."
"She hasn't stolen anything since we started dating."
"Hmm. Interesting."
Damian grabbed his chin. Bruce raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Bruce finally asked.
"I've begun work on a theory."
"Just be nice. Things have been going well, Damian, and I-"
"Sorry to interrupt," Selina returned, holding her change of clothes, "but do you have anywhere in here I can change?"
Bruce smiled at her.
"Yeah, the costume vault. I can show you. I need to get changed too."
"MRRrOooWww."
"Okay that's it, I'm leaving!" Damian put his mask back on and started towards the stairs.
"You're not gonna eat?" Selina asked him.
"I'll get drive-thru."
Robin walked up the stairs and toward his bike. He mounted it, kicked the stand, and sped out of the cave.
"He seems..." she began.
"Like my son?" Bruce asked embarrassingly, staring at his boots.
He adjusted his gauntlet.
Selina looked at him. She couldn't find it in herself to prod at him when he looked so genuinely frustrated. She knew there are reasons why she was the way she was, and why he was the way he was.
She walked up to him and nudged him with her elbow, still carrying her change of clothes.
"C'mon, show me where we can get changed. I'm hungry."
Bruce looked back up at her, his expression gradually lighting back up.
"Okay." he told her.
He walked up the stairs, Selina following him, took a left, and walked up to a door. He opened it and made an 'after you' gesture to Selina. She raised an eyebrow at him, and entered the room. It had first aid kits, a stretcher, and other necessities for patching up an obssessive crime fighter. In the back were a display of several suits she recognized that belonged to Nightwing, Robin, and Batgirl. She stood there gawking at the suits.
Bruce sat down on the bench and began disassembling his suit, pulling off the cape and cowl before looking at her just standing there.
"Wait," Bruce said to her right after taking off the armored shirt, "why didn't Alfred tell you where to get changed?"
She snapped out of her trance and turned to him.
"He said that I should ask you."
"Um...why?" Bruce asked, pulling off the leggings and reaching for a change of clothes stashed under the bench.
"He said he thought you should do it." she told him at she sat down with the clothes. She started unfastening her forearm and shin guards.
"Sounds like him." he told her as he began slipping on a pair of jeans.
Selina pulled off the gloves and boots, then unzipped her costume. Bruce stopped as he was tieing his shoes and started watching her get dressed.
He watched her pull down the suit and bend over to slip on the jeans.
"Enjoying the show?" she told him slyly as she put on the sweatshirt.
"Oh...um...sorry." he stampered as he pulled on a grey t-shirt.
She turned to him, walked swayed her body up to him and gave him the naughty grin.
"I don't mind." she purred.
Bruce completely lost his train of thought when he looked into her eyes.
He regained his composure and cleared his throat.
"Let's go upstairs."
"Meow."
"Stop."
"Stop what?" she asked coyly.
Bruce got up. and stood in front of her, staring down at her like she just stole another Egyptian Cat jewel. That bat-glare has scared many a thug, super villain, and even alien. That same look merely challenged Catwoman, much to his frustration. Now, that look only made Selina want to pounce him.
Selina felt her heart racing.
"W-we should go eat." Selina forced out, completely flustered by Bruce's posturing.
Bruce turned and started at the door.
Selina took a deep breath, regaining her composure, then followed him to a large staircase.
Bruce stopped at the top and pressed a button. The entrance shot open. He turned to Selina, nernervoisly. She stepped onto the step he was standing on and grabbed his hand.
"C'mon stud, show a girl your house!"
He turned back to the entrance and stepped through, with Selina's hand still in his.
"I told you!"
"Shut up, Jason!"
"Go fuck a duck!"