From the shadows, a gloved hand grabbed her good shoulder firmly--just enough to get a good grip, but not enough to hurt.
"You need to lay down. You lost a lot of blood." His voice wasn't as gruff as usual, although his tone made it clear that he was all business.
"How do you feel?" He pitched his voice a bit lighter than usual, his concern evident. Try as he might, he couldn't stop caring about Selina, no matter how much he told himself to. Some small part of him believed that Selina knew that as well as he himself did.
"Like I look, probably," Selina replied quickly and dryly without turning around. She decided to ignore his advice that she should lay down, instead remaining perched on the side of the table. She resisted the urge to stand up, instead lowering her head a little and flexing her neck.
" - and don't worry, I've had worse."
She appreciated his tone, she really did. But he knew she was touger than she looked, tougher than her lithe frame betrayed. Where he relied on muscle and strength, she relied on dexterity and speed. The cut on her arm would heal, leaving a lovely scar no doubt. But she was grateful none the less that he'd decided to take her in.
Selina looked back over her shoulder to smile a little.
Since she was looking his way anyway, Batman took the opportunity to step into the dim circle of light around Selina's exam table.
"I'm sure you have, but you're under my watch now. You should lay down," he repeated with, surprisingly, no anger or irritation to his tone.
At her accusation, though, his face--well, what could be seen of it, anyway--softened into a rare, almost tender expression. For once, he was glad to have the cowl on, to mask the hurt and guilt that he knew had to be flickering in his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn't train himself out of those very subtle, involuntarily outward gestures of emotion. "Have I?"
The sincerity in his voice made her smile become a little softer. Clearly she was injured enough that he was worried - and that made her a little more concerned than if the advice to lay down came from anyone else. Selina sighed theatrically, swinging herself around on the table again as he moved around it, positioning herself with care, her head resting gently on the pillow and her hands crossed over her waist.
"Sure, in the early days - " she responded, looking up at him from the table. He hadn't taken the cowl off and his face was mostly mask, though she could hear the tone of regret in his voice.
" - I still have the scars if you ever want to see?" Selina grinned, reaching up with one of her hands to prod at the dressings on her upper arm. Her skin was beginning to feel itchy underneath, a good sign, but one that irritated her.
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"You need to lay down. You lost a lot of blood." His voice wasn't as gruff as usual, although his tone made it clear that he was all business.
"How do you feel?" He pitched his voice a bit lighter than usual, his concern evident. Try as he might, he couldn't stop caring about Selina, no matter how much he told himself to. Some small part of him believed that Selina knew that as well as he himself did.
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" - and don't worry, I've had worse."
She appreciated his tone, she really did. But he knew she was touger than she looked, tougher than her lithe frame betrayed. Where he relied on muscle and strength, she relied on dexterity and speed. The cut on her arm would heal, leaving a lovely scar no doubt. But she was grateful none the less that he'd decided to take her in.
Selina looked back over her shoulder to smile a little.
"You've inflicted some of it."
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"I'm sure you have, but you're under my watch now. You should lay down," he repeated with, surprisingly, no anger or irritation to his tone.
At her accusation, though, his face--well, what could be seen of it, anyway--softened into a rare, almost tender expression. For once, he was glad to have the cowl on, to mask the hurt and guilt that he knew had to be flickering in his eyes. Try as he might, he couldn't train himself out of those very subtle, involuntarily outward gestures of emotion. "Have I?"
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"Sure, in the early days - " she responded, looking up at him from the table. He hadn't taken the cowl off and his face was mostly mask, though she could hear the tone of regret in his voice.
" - I still have the scars if you ever want to see?" Selina grinned, reaching up with one of her hands to prod at the dressings on her upper arm. Her skin was beginning to feel itchy underneath, a good sign, but one that irritated her.
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