Alfred had explained how Selina miraculously healed from her spinal injury, baffling the doctors on the mainland who all thought she would never walk again. She was quiet in the beginning of her recovery, turning her head away often to hide her hurt from Alfred whenever he mentioned Bruce. It was only weeks later when she used that hurt to channel into a will to strengthen herself, asking Alfred to help her train to grow stronger, fuelling that simmering anger and hatred for Jeremiah into her training every day. They slowly formed a friendship and it was just months later that she confided into Alfred that she missed Bruce, her friend. Selina pushed herself everyday, improving her skills until they were exceptionally better than before. One day they heard whispers about Jeremiah being spotted in Gotham, rumours of him forming another army of followers. The next morning she was gone.

"I got here as soon as I could," Alfred had said sighing, "I hoped she'd find you."

"I haven't seen her, Alfred it's too dangerous for her to go after Jeremiah alone!" Bruce exclaimed.

"We'll just have to find her before she does then, Master Bruce."

Bruce was wrapping Selina's shoulder, glancing up to find her staring at him intently. "Almost done," Bruce says, his voice sounding loud in the quiet room.

"What were you thinking of just then," Selina asks. Bruce busies himself with taping down her bandage before answering, "I was thinking about the day Alfred came back to Gotham, how happy I was to know you were in Gotham too, but fearful for your safety," He says truthfully. He had made a promise to her to never lie to her again.

Selina nods, clearly thinking back to the day they finally reunited after a year apart. She startles when she feels Bruce's lips press against her skin next to her bandage, "There, all done," He whispers against her shoulder. Her body shudders against her will and her eyes flutter shut, "Bruce," She whispers before she can stop herself, he's slowly kissing his way up to the side of her neck, making it difficult for her to think.

"We said- we said we'd take it slowly, B," She manages to get out. She feels her whole body covered in goosebumps and shivering under his touch, she'd be lying if she said that she didn't think about Bruce like this in the year they were apart. Clearly her body remembers those dreams and doesn't care about betraying all her feelings so visibly in front of him. His arm snakes around her waist, holding her against him, but loose enough that she could get away if she wanted. She felt like she was turning into a puddle.

"I know, I know. I've missed you so much, Selina, everyday," Bruce whispers in her ear, "There were days when I thought maybe we'd never see each other again, that i'd never be able to touch you, kiss you...taste you." He presses his lips again to her neck, sucking gently and she moans.

He's bolder than she remembers, he's no longer that young boy she first met years before, talking about vases and Ming Dynasties. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she's trying to get her breathing under control, trying not to let him see how much he was truly affecting her. She once told him that she had him wrapped around her pinky. She really believed in that moment that she would always be in control but she feels that rapidly slipping away from her with every kiss against her neck, her body flooding with heat.

Surprising them both, she turns in his arms pressing their lips together, and wraps her arms around his neck pulling him impossibly close. Their lips linger firmly together for a moment before Bruce cups the back of her neck tilting her head to deepen the kiss, brushing his tongue against hers and he feels dizzy. They've never kissed this deeply before and it's euphoric. Straddling his lap, Selina all but yanks Bruce's jacket off, tossing it aside and starts working on his shirt. She pushes her chest against his wanting him to feel how her heart is racing and wanting to know if his is doing the same. Bruce holds her tightly to him, pulling his mouth from hers and kissing his way down her throat. She drags his lips back up to hers and sucks his tongue back into her mouth.

"Why did it take so long for us to get here," Bruce asks between kisses. Selina trails her nails down his chest and stomach, smiling against his lips when she feels the muscles of his stomach contract against her touch.

"Because you always end up doing some douche bag thing to me," She smirks at him.

"Hmmm, I seem to recall you mentioning that once before" He says cheekily, but then her hips roll into his and he groans burying his face into her neck, "You're killing me, Selina."

"Good."

Breathing hard he grabs her whip and his grappling gun and tosses it on the floor before grabbing her beneath her thighs and lifting her up into his arms, feeling satisfied with himself when he hears her surprised yelp before she tightens her arms around his neck. Plopping them down further up the mattress with a soft bounce, he holds himself above her, taking a moment to study her. Her cheeks and neck are flushed and she's still breathing hard, but her eyes are bright and she's smiling softly up at him, her curls spilled out around her head. She looks breathtaking. She always has been to him, and it's on the tip of his tongue to tell her so but she's pulling him down and kissing him so sensually that he feels himself harden against her.

They're both moaning into each other's mouth, their kisses getting more desperate as they start rolling their hips against each other and as Selina's hands are digging into the skin of his bare back pulling them closer together, Bruce reaches the front zipper of her suit, slowly pulling it down. Peeling both sides of her suit apart he traces a path down between her breasts slowly, feeling her body tremble beneath his in pleasure. His fingers continue down towards her stomach when suddenly he freezes, feeling a raised patch of skin just below where her sternum ends. His eyes snapping open he jerks away from her, his eyes impossibly wide, looking like he's going to be sick.

"Bruce, what's wrong, what happened?" Selina demands pushing herself on her elbows, looking completely bewildered. It was like someone poured a bucket of freezing cold water over his head. He knows he should answer her but all he can do is stare down at her. She's wearing a simple black bra and he can see her chest is flushed pink and heaving with every breath she takes, but he can see the scar, pink and slightly raised. Squeezing his eyes shut, Bruce only shakes his head in response, picturing her blood gushing from her wound, the light going out of her eyes and her chest going still. It was his recurring nightmare, Selina dying in his arms, not making it in time to the hospital. Feeling her body go limp, it always felt so real when he'd wake.

"B, look at me," Selina says softly, sitting up she reaches to cup his face gently, "I'm okay." She smiles up at him reassuringly when he opens his eyes slowly and looks down at her. She combs her fingers soothingly through his hair, brushing it back from his forehead, "This wasn't your fault, the only person to blame is Jeremiah, okay?"

Shaking his head, because he won't accept that, he angrily looks away. He felt so much guilt. It was why he constantly had nightmares about it, his mind maliciously replaying the shooting over and over again. He knows he's being ridiculous. She's already told him she never blamed him for the shooting.

"Would you still feel like that if you had lost the ability to ever walk again?" Bruce finally asks her quietly, still looking away. Her freedom to move around anywhere she pleased meant everything to her.

Sighing she looks up at him with sad eyes. This was what was bothering him. Not the actual shooting but the what if. What if she could never walk again. She never had enough time to linger on that question. "I don't know," She tells him truthfully, "It doesn't matter though because I can walk. Bruce the only reason I was ever angry was because you broke your promise to me."

He studies her face intently, searching for any sign of dishonesty in her words. Seemingly satisfied with what he saw he lets out a deep breath. She's right. She's always right and tells her so. He needs to put this behind him, they will never be able to move forward if he doesn't. Their conversation done, and the mood obviously over she pulls the zipper of her suit back up, glancing around the room, "So you got any food around here?"

After offering her some granola bars and an apple as well as some pain killers, which she reluctantly took only after his pleading, he glances down at his watch, "It's getting late, we should stay here tonight."

Selina shrugs her good shoulder, "Okay," She says distractedly, still munching on her snack. Bruce smiles fondly down at her before walking over to the shelves, "I've got some spare clothes you can change into, it will probably be more comfortable on your shoulder," He hands over sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt, feeling awkward all of a sudden. They were just making out, in the process of tearing each other's clothes off and yet he suddenly doesn't know where to look, his face heating up when her hand goes to the zipper of her suit.

"Um I'm going to uh- I'm just going to do a security sweep of the floor, i'll be right back," He stutters, turning to the door swiftly but not before catching her knowing smile. He shakes his head at himself as he walks down the hall to find an empty room to change too, she was definitely going to tease him later for this, he thinks. After actually taking a look around the floor, making sure everything was in order and no one had broken in he makes his way back to Selina. She's already settled under the blanket, but sitting up waiting for him to return.

"Finally, I thought you had gone and ditched me. You could have changed here you know, I wouldn't have minded," Selina says with a devilish grin. Bruce can feel the heat creeping back up his neck and silently curses himself for so easily reacting to her.

"Just trying to give you some privacy," Bruce mumbles, looking away to put his clothes on the shelf. "I know," She responds tenderly, all teasing gone. Grabbing a hold of the bookshelf in front of the entrance to the room he slides it, leaving only a crack open to let some moonlight through before shutting the light switch off. Blinking he lets his eyes adjust and then makes his way back to Selina, getting under the blanket and laying down beside her with a groan, his sore and tired muscles making themselves known again.

They're both listening to each other breathe in the quiet, and he's just about to say goodnight when she faces him, "How did you find this room?" She asks softly.

He turns on his side to face her too before answering, "I was chasing a lead, Jim thought he might have information on Jeremiah. He ran in this building and up the stairs, he must been through here before because he knew exactly which office to run to and which window to jump out of to get to the bridge. I couldn't get to him in time and let him go," He says, still with a bit of frustration in his voice, "I grabbed something off the desk and threw it at the bookshelf and it moved it, but not against the back wall but to the side. I realized you could slide it and found this hidden room. The owner must have built it to hide important files or even use it as a sort of panic room."

"That was lucky, maybe it was a good thing that guy lead you up here," Selina says, "You wouldn't have found this room otherwise."

Bruce nods, "Ya, I guess you're right."

They fall silent again, and he notices that she's slightly trembling, it's only a thin blanket that they're using. Moving closer to her he pulls her into his arms, feeling her tense at first before melting into his warmth.

"Selina?"

"Hmmm?" She murmurs sleepily.

"You're my best friend, you know that?" He whispers into her ear. He feels her lashes fluttering against his neck and wonders if she fell asleep when she snuggles deeper into his embrace, her arms tightening around him and pushing a leg between his, humming drowsily.

"I know."