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[meowminx]

WHO: Selina and Bruce
WHERE: Selina's apartment
WHEN: Friday evening before everyone gets kiddified
SUMMARY: Selina finds a copy of a certain movie with a certain ex of hers and decides to give it a watch. Bruce stops by while she's watching.
WARNINGS: Possible angst and definite spoilers for Casino Royale
FORMAT: Whatever

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[crusaderinacape]

It was late and that meant he came through the usual entrance. The low grinding noise of the apartment window sliding in its frame, followed by the tiny snow-bed crunch of his feet touching down on the carpet. Without pause or remark he disappeared into the bedroom to dress his wounds (a burn on his shoulder and a few small lacerations elswhere. All in all, a cautious night) and to forage for a change of clothes.

Eventually he came and stood quietly against the door frame, one hand pushing unkempt cowl-hear from his face. He'd already noticed what she was watching when he came in.

[meowminx]

The opening, all black and white noir, had been a little boring for her. The title credits had reminded her far too much of the Joker.

But when things had picked up with a case scene across rooftops and through a construction site, she had to smile a bit. That was, after all, how she and James had met in the first place.

But the time Bruce joined her, there was another chase scene going on, this time through an airport in Miami. Strange to see. She'd been there before, in her home reality.

"I think I have some popcorn," she said quietly, glancing back. The weirdness of her viewing material was probably written on her face. It was disconcerting to know someone could pick up your life in a retail shop when you weren't here.

[crusaderinacape]

He studied the action onscreen in that Holmesian, glancing manner that would make one doubt he had so much as considered it until he came out with a revelatory observation at a later parlor scene.

The silver screen Bond was decisive and relentless; brooding, a silent predator. What did she ever see in him? "Doesn't strike me as a popcorn movie," Bruce remarked. It might have been were an ex-boyfriend not featured so prominently.

[meowminx]

It was a good thing he hadn't voiced those observations and that question out loud.

"I thought popcorn and explosions went hand in hand." And there went another explosion on-screen. The bomber caught by his own handiwork and Bond grinning like a bloodstained maniac.

Selina was glancing back at Bruce, though. Sliding over to make room for him on the couch. "I hope you're not just going to stand there all night." Maybe he hadn't liked the man, and maybe he didn't realize that for Selina, it had been almost eighteen months. But surely this cross-dimensional weirdness had to be of interest to him.

That was how Selina was trying to look at it, at least.