Title: Sorry

Description: Selina needs help from Bruce after discovering a changed Ivy who has big plans and ambitions to make money and step up the criminal career ladder. But when Selina realizes that Bruce is still mad at her for the last time they met, Selina has to somehow patch up old wounds. [My own take on Season 4 Episode 12]

The room was always dark.

Seriously—Selina had a very hard time remembering the last time a light switch was flipped on in Bruce Wayne's study room. Maybe it was two months ago. Maybe it was three. At this point she couldn't remember. She hadn't seen Bruce since their little "disagreement" over that two-somewhat-million-dollar knife.

Selina was doing her job. She had no idea why an old knife would mean so much to Bruce. It didn't matter anymore but his reaction wasn't too…shocking for her. They already had so much bad blood between them that she knew from the start Bruce wasn't going to cooperate. Of course, she still had to try. It was her job.

Right?

She stepped into the room and focused all her attention to every little detail in the room. The scent was still the same. The bookshelves are still arranged in perfect order as she had first noticed all those years ago when she first snuck into Wayne Manor.

Now here was the final test…

She turned her head towards the infamous desk which was on her left side. Without fail, she noticed the familiar silhouette seated behind the desk. His elbows were leaning up against the desk, with his chin resting on his folded hands. As far as Selina could tell, he looked as though he was expecting her.

But still, why was he in the dark again?

"I didn't think you would come back here, Selina." Bruce said. His voice was so much deeper. When she first met him, he was still a squeaky little boy who knew nothing about Gotham nor the real world. Now here he was, trying to act more mature than her—trying to act better than her.

He infuriated her.

Selina snorted and proceeded to say, "Wow, is that how you say hello to people?" Walking up to the desk, she leaned her arm up against it.

"Cut the act, Selina. What do you want?"

He was in a pissy mood today. Okay then, if he wanted her to drop the small talk, she'll drop it.

"I need help," Selina began. Bruce leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh while rolling his eyes. "To cut a long story short, it's Ivy. She's…" Selina paused and squinted her eyes looking for the right word. "She's being weird again and I need your help to ta—"

Bruce suddenly leaned forward and slammed his hand on his desk. "Excuse me but weren't you the one who came here a few months ago asking me to give you a knife that I paid two million dollars for?" When Bruce didn't elicit a response from Selina he continued, "The least you can do is say you're sorry."

Selina sighed. Bruce better consider himself lucky she was already angry at Ivy for her stupidity. If all he was asking for was an apology, then that shouldn't be too hard for her.

She took a deep breath and said, "Sorry?"

Bruce stared at her as if he was staring at some freakish prisoner from Blackgate. Why was he staring at her like that? After what seemed like an eternity, he stood up from his chair and walked over to her. He was taller, too. He almost looked older than her. Oh hell, who was she kidding? He could pass as being older than her at this point.

"Selina, I'm getting tired of this." He straightened his posture and moved closer to Selina. "You keep coming back here as if nothing ever happened between us even though we're both very aware of what is going on—"

"I apologized, didn't I?" Selina said as her voice became louder. Realizing that she might wake the sleeping lion butler in the other room, she lowered her voice and asked, "What more do you want?"

Then in that moment, Bruce's face became an unreadable expression. His emotionless face then shifted into an ever increasing grin.

Wait, Bruce Wayne…smirking?

"I can think of something you can do."

Woah. What? Was this really Bruce Wayne? Or was this his freaky twin? Because the Bruce Wayne she knew didn't even know the basics of social skills. How did he go from being a strange billionaire to being a flirty billionaire? Well, this kind of tactic didn't work on her.

"And I can think of something you can do as well." She slammed her open palm into his chest and shoved him while saying, "Back off."

Bruce, slightly stunned from being shoved, made a quick recovery and stepped closer to Selina while saying "No."

Selina stared at Bruce as he took another uncomforting step towards her. No, she didn't come here to play these games again. Why was Bruce even doing this?

"Where's Alfred?" Selina asked. They had been as loud as ever arguing for the past few minutes. Where was the snotty King of England anyways?

"Gone."

Selina blinked twice. "Gone?"

Bruce nodded and said, "It's just us."

No.

No. Whatever Bruce was planning—which was really hard to guess at this point—she didn't want to play along with it. So Selina did what was naturally and walked past Bruce towards the window. She was getting out of there before things became even more creepy. Right when she raised up her hand so she can flick the curtain out of the way, she felt Bruce grab a hold of her hand.

Before she even had the time to react, she felt those familiar pair of lips on hers.

Everything Selina was originally thinking about was drained down the toilet. Ivy, getting jobs to earn some dough, Tabitha, Barbara, the Narrows. Gone. Everything was gone and all she could think about was how Bruce was kissing her.

The kiss wasn't a chaste kiss like the ones he had given her before. All he ever did to her was give her a quick kiss and backed away. But this kiss had more life in it. This definitely wasn't the kind of kiss you learn when you live alone with a ninety-year-old butler. But now here he was, kissing her.

Really kissing her.

He must've gotten another girlfriend. That was the only plausible conclusion she could find. How else could he had learned all this?

When a shimmer of reality flicked back into Selina's mind, she pulled away from Bruce and gave him the most menacing glare she could make.

"What the hell is your problem, Bruce?" Selina took a step towards the window. Her expression softened up and turned into a more confused kind of glare. "This isn't like you."

There it was again. The blank expression Bruce was giving her. He remained completely frozen in his tracks and didn't even react to anything until Selina took another tentative step towards the window.

Bruce, noticing that Selina was going to leave, said "I'll help you."

Really? All these flirty pickup lines just to say that he was going to help her in the first place? Yep, this was the real Bruce. No doubt about it. But there still was the question of how he learned all these playboy tactics…

It didn't matter. That was a question for another time.

"We leave first thing tomorrow." Bruce said while seating himself back in his desk.

Well, this was freaky. At least she was able to get some help after all.

Selina nodded and went through the window. She was glad to leave that awkward situation but a part of her felt she couldn't let Bruce get away with playing those games on her.

No, Bruce had no idea what he started.

Two can play this game.