Title: Same Song
Characters: Bruce/Selina
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 316
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For
shananagin! Prompt: How about something that sort of compares Bruce/Selina interactions and Batman/Catwoman? Happy belated Birthday!
Every step she took was silent. She walked cautiously down the hallway, her eyes soon adjusting to the darkness. Adrenaline started to flow through her, as it did whenever she was about to take something that wasn’t hers, but she wanted badly. Her prize was near and she couldn’t wait to get her hands on it.
Hidden, he could see her clearly, his own eyes accustomed to the dark. He watched her move confidently; he saw it in her stride, she was completely sure of her abilities and assumed she would succeed. One corner of his lips turned up… he could stop her.
She found the room she was looking for. She walked in and headed straight for the steel doors. Her fingers curled around the handle.
“Selina,” came the rumbling voice, low and deep.
She froze in place. Damn, he’d caught her, but she didn’t let on. She turned around casually, “Bruce,” she greeted, her voice jovial despite the sudden chill she felt.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he warned, but it didn’t have the usual reproach. It was almost as though he were amused.
She cocked her head to the side. “Really?” she asked sashaying towards him and wrapping her arms around his neck, “And, why is that?”
He felt her warm breath against his lips and the side of his face, but before he could reply, there was a polite cough behind him. Then, suddenly the kitchen was completely illuminated.
“May I be of assistance, sir?”
Bruce turned to face Alfred, already in his day attire despite the late hour, making his own clothing-a pair of boxers-severely lacking and quite inappropriate.
“No, thank you, Alfred.” Ignoring his own embarrassment, he was relieved Selina had decided to wear his dress shirt when venturing out for more of Alfred’s Dark Chocolate Swirl Cake. Otherwise, the older man would have never let him forget it.