AN: Last Part, first two parts here and here…^_^. An anon asked that I do an alternate beginning where the boys find out first and I will eventually do that but for right now it’ll be just these three parts. If you have any request for anything I’ll let you know if I’ve heard of it and if I can do it! Enjoy!
“Just sign the
goddamn papers, Bruce,” She hissed from across the table and it caused the man
to look up slightly startled.
reading the thin lines of the contract in front of him and found his eyes stuck
on the highlighted portions that had a large ‘X’ where his name was supposed to
go. When he married her all those years ago he hadn’t imagined that
they’d be sitting here in one of his- no their conference rooms pounding
out the terms of their divorce.
He glanced up
into the deep pools of his wife’s eyes and noted how coldly she regarded him,
and how much that hurt. Her eyes had aged, she had aged and realized that he
wasn’t the superhero she thought he was when she’d married him. He remembered
how wide-eyed and innocently she regarded everything he did until recently.
Even when she had assumed the role of motherhood she never lost the youth that
had shined in her eyes. It was probably why she got along with all of the
children so well. She related to them in a way that he never could.
Her full lips
pulled down into a frown as she narrowed her eyes at him, she thought he was
stalling, and truthfully, he was. He’d seen so much less of her in the past
months. He respected her wishes and had not come to bother her at the
penthouse, not even when he was on patrol. The boys had taken it upon
themselves to check around the building whenever they were out so he was
confident that she was safe. When she would occasionally come by the manor,
mainly to drop Damian off or to bring baked sweets she’d make for the boys and
Alfred, he’d watch her from the monitors in the bat cave. He hadn’t the courage
to go and face her, the thought of it nearly made his hands shake. He didn’t
know if he would be able to handle her rejection.
“Why are you
making such a big deal out of this?” She asked after another tense silence.
“All I want is the penthouse. You know I don’t want any of the company, your
money, or that house. Just sign them so we can move on already.”
Bruce looked at
her pleading form and he bit the inside of his cheek resolute in his decision.
“You know I’d
give you anything you want,” he says as he picks up the papers from the desk
and straightens them, before slipping them back into the manila envelope. “But
I can’t do this.”
When the words
leave his lips both his lawyer and wife let out an audible groan while her
lawyer perks up at the implication.
“You want to
take this to court, Mr. Wayne?” The woman, Ms. Thompson, if he remembered correctly,
asks. “You know that can be bad for you.”
He glanced at
the dark-haired woman, her brow furrowed in faux concern. However, even as she
forced her brown cheeks not to lift in excitement, she was doing a poor job at
keeping her lips from curling into a smile.
“She’s right Mr. Wayne,” Clarence Paige, his lawyer, nodded,
his gray hair standing slightly on end. “No pre-nup, she’s worked here on your
behalf for years, and she had to give up her own career. The judge will say
that you impeded her ability for independence, they’ll give her half.”
“That’s fine,” Bruce says leaning back as he watches the
others in the room react to the news. He lets a charming smile curl across his
face as his wife regards him skeptically. “I don’t plan on getting divorced.”
She doesn’t react to the statement at first, he isn’t sure
she comprehended what he was saying, and when it clicks the skin around her
nose scrunches in irritation, and he can’t help but chuckle.
“This isn’t funny, Bruce,” she says arms stretched wide
across the table trying to keep from getting angry. “Paige, Thompson, why don’t
we continue this next week. My break isn’t much longer and I’m sure that Mr.
Wayne has, I don’t know, something
that he needs to do.”
That stung a little.
The lawyers look at each other, Thompson stands and gathers
her items. Paige looks at Bruce and
Bruce nods at him in dismissal. He stands as well clearing up his files. Paige
holds out a hand for Bruce to shake, and he does. The older man exits the room.
Thompson stops when she’s next to his wife, the lawyer squeezes her shoulder in
reassurance and the woman gives her a warm smile. When the door closes behind
the lawyers, the smile falls from his wife’s lips.
She lets out a sigh and gives him a glare, “You’re being ridiculous,
Bruce. This isn’t a game.”
“I didn’t think it was,” he says with a raised eyebrow.
“I’ll take this to trial if I have to,” she tries.
“No, you won’t.”
“And, why wouldn’t I?” She says with a furrowed brow, eyes
like steel. She’d definitely learned that in board meetings. There were times
she couldn’t even fake being mad at the children, even when they royally
“We aren’t getting divorced,” he says with a shrug. He
watches as a stunned expression crosses her face quickly, but she covers it. He
stands and straightens his suit jacket.
“For what reason would I stay with you?” She asked.
“You love me, like I lov-”
“You don’t love me, Bruce.” She says holding a hand up to
pause him in his sentence. She shakes her head as if she was trying to get
horrible thoughts from her head. “You don’t, you wouldn’t have done this
otherwise. You wouldn’t.”
He watches as tears filled her eyes and instinctively he
moves around the table to be by her side. He pulls his handkerchief from his
pocket, and she takes it. She dabs at the corners of her eyes before her
make-up can run.
“I can’t do this, Bruce,” she says as she stands. “Just sign
the papers, do this for me. You said you’d give me anything, give me this.”
“I can’t,” he says honestly.
She looks at him, stares into his eyes for what seems like
hours but can’t be more than thirty seconds, and then looks away. Bruce backs
away from the table as she pushes her chair back to stand.
He can’t help but let his eyes run down her figure when she
does. She was always stunning, even when she wasn’t trying, and it slightly
bothered him that her work attire made it seem like she was attending one of
his parties. The black vertical panels on the side of her dress cinched at her
waist beautifully while the beige front and back complimented her skin tone and
gave her a more professional look.
She grabbed her brief case and swung her coat over her arm.
She checked her watch and let out a sigh.
“Because of you, I’m late for a meeting with the board about
the funding for R&D” she says with pursed lips. “Any requests?”
“Unlimited funding, is that possible?”
She almost lets a smile past her lips, almost. “I’ll see
what I can do.”
He watches as she pulls open the heavy door that leads out
of the conference room. She pauses.
“Bruce, please,” she looks back at him with pleading eyes.
“Do this for me. So, I can move on and you can be with her.”
“I don’t want her, I want you.”
“You already had me, you chose her.”
He doesn’t get a chance to respond as she whisks away
through the door. He can hear her heels click down the hall the further away
from him she goes.
He squeezes his fists in exasperation then removes his phone
from his breast pocket. He dials a familiar number and waits.
“Alfred, can you do something for me?”
You’d grown used to the taste of wine and it no longer
burned when it hit the back of your throat. Still, you tried not to drink in
front of the children, it’d only lead them to fawning over you and treating you
like a baby chick needing to be protected.
Setting the glass down over your nightstand, you watched
from your bedroom window as the sun finally set and the last of the pinks and
reds of dusk had finally faded away. As the darkness rushes in you hit the
button on a remote and blackout curtains slowly descend over the large glass
Your eyes flicker over
to the clock on the nightstand and watch as the red lines blink ‘7:45 P.M.’ at
you. Another heavy sigh pulls its way out of your lips as you flop down on the
gray comforter of your plush bed. It wasn’t really your color, but it still
smelled like him and it helped you sleep.
You were alone tonight, save for your maid Olivia, highly
recommended by Alfred, paid for by an anonymous
employer. It was the middle of the week, and none of your family would be
by to visit you until the weekend. Most
nights like this you busied yourself with menial paperwork that you didn’t have
to do, but that you needed to do in order to keep your mind busy. Other nights
when you were feeling good, you worked on your designs for fashion line. Tonight, however, you were mentally exhausted.
Every time you saw him and a smile found its way to his lips, your heart
fluttered like you were still a teenager talking to your first crush. You could
almost feel your throat tighten up in anxiety. To make matters worse, when you
know that you can’t avoid him you still chose things to wear that you knew he’d
like. On days like that you scold yourself, you know how stupid it is. He chose
her and you chose this.
There were nights when you wondered if there was something
about you that you could have changed that would have kept him entertained, kept
his wandering eye in check, but every time you think it, the stronger part of
you pushes the thought away. You and Selina were nothing alike. You didn’t look
alike, speak in the same way, or have the same interests. You had never been
the exciting or dangerous girl that had an air of mystery about her, that isn’t
why Bruce married you, so that couldn’t have simply been the reason he cheated.
If your crime had been any in this mess it would have been that you were naïve.
Naïve enough to think that the emotional bond between Selina and Bruce would
never amount to anything, even though it was the same type of bond that opened
him up to you and brought you together.
You supposed that was the worst part. Aside from the lying,
what Selina and Bruce had, wasn’t just physical, he cared for her and you were sure she cared for him. Something deep
like that wasn’t something that he could just cut off. He couldn’t just stop
caring for her the same way you couldn’t stop loving him. There would always be
a part of him that would yearn for her and you wanted that part to be
completely and utterly yours. If you couldn’t have it, there was no point in
holding out hope for him.
“Ma’am,” a voice calls from your bedroom door.
“It’s fine, Olivia come in.”
The door to your bedroom pushes open and the dim lights in
the room are made brighter by her movement. You stand and motion to the back of
“Can you help me?”
You hear the small feet housed in her kitten heels clack
gently as she makes her way over to you. Within in seconds her small but strong
hands have your zipper pulled down and the dress is pooling at your waist. You
plop down again and you use your feet to wildly pull off your feels. They fling
to different parts of the room and Olivia sighs in irritation.
“Sorry,” you say looking at her sheepishly.
“It’s quite alright, Ma’am” she says with a polite smile,
but she’s scolding you with her stern green eyes. “I have something for you.”
She pulls an envelope out of the large pocket of her dress
and she presses the envelope into your waiting hand.
“It’s beautiful,” you say in slight awe as you run your
fingers over the gold cursive lettering of your name.
“It was slipped under the door,” she comments.
“I bet it was,” you say with pursed lips, “I told him not to
You look at the older woman and she raises a pale blonde
eyebrow at you and you say, “I’m nervous.”
“Understandable, just remember that you are the one with the
leverage. Where you go from here is all dependent on what you decide.”
“I’ve never had to lead before, Bruce always did,” you
admit. “Even at the company I’m just filling in a blueprint that was laid out
“And yet no one is better at it then you are. Without you,
where would Wayne Enterprises be?”
“In the gutter, or at least out of our- the family.”
“It seems to me that you’ve been leading perfectly well
“Thanks,” you say with a small smile.
“You are more than welcome.”
You flip the envelope over and slide your finger over the of
cream colored paper. When the seal is broken, you pull the contents from the envelope.
“It an invitation,” you state reading the letter. “To a
“For what occasion?”
“For me,” you say biting you lip as you feel you heart
“This Friday,” you say looking up at the older woman with
childlike curiosity. “Should I go?”
“Do you want to go?”
“Yes and no.”
“Why the no?”
“I can’t think when I see him and every time I think about
what he did I get angry or I cry or both. It’s awful.”
“And the yes.”
“Bruce throws the best parties,” you admit with a sigh. “And
it’s for me. And even though I hate
it, for the moment when I first see him I forget what he did and I can feel my
heart pounding in my ears. A night like this, where I’m not trying to leave
him, it maybe the last time I see him before we don’t mean anything to each
other and we are just co-workers.”
“You should go,” Olivia says after a pause. “If it’s to say
goodbye let it be that, if it’s not let it be the first night you let the both
of you begin to heal.”
“Excellent,” she says and she’s quickly out of your room.
“Olivia?” You question at her suddenness.
“Here we are,” she says as she brings a large box and places
it on your bed.
You examine the large black box, there is no title, nothing
significant about the box and your heart pounds in your chest. He has done
things like this before, and it’s always something that makes you swoon.
You tentatively lift the lid of the box and you were right
to worry that you would swoon. From what you could see of the dress it was
cream colored and covered in jewels and had a sweetheart neckline. You frown
and close the box.
“Ma’am?” She questions at your rejection.
“I can’t wear this,” you say a sad smile pulling at your
lips. “It’s too much lik-, I just can’t.”
“Well then we need to go shopping.”
He’s nervous and for the first time since he was a
pre-pubescent teen he could feel his palms sweat. The worse thing about her not
talking to him and not being able to go to the penthouse was that he wasn’t
sure if she would actually come. That would leave him alone in this giant
concert hall looking like a fool in front of the caterers and musicians that he
“Sir?” A familiar voice called and Bruce turns around to see
the raised eyebrow of the man who raised him.
“She’s not going to come Alfred,” Bruce says dejectedly. “I
can feel it, this is a mistake.”
“I should have just gone to see her, begged for her to
“I don’t think it’s necessary sir,” Alfred interrupts.
“She’s here?” Bruce questions with furrowed brows.
“Her car has just pulled up to the front of the venue.”
“It’s time for the lights then,” Bruce says straightening
his shoulders to regain his composure.
“Very well, sir.”
The moment that Alfred disappears behind a pair of curtains
the lights in the hall dims and Bruce can see almost nothing save for a lone
spotlight pointed at the entrance. In that darkness, he’s forced to wait for a
pair of agonizingly long pair of minutes until he can see the point of her shoe
come through the threshold.
He has to keep himself from gaping when he sees her. He
quickly notes that she’s not wearing the dress he picked out and it makes him
question whether or not she enjoyed his taste anymore. She always wore the
gowns that he picked out. However, the thoughts are quickly removed from his
mind when he gets the full scope of her. The dress is a sinful red with a pair
of matching shoes. It’s a sleek straight cut dress with a slit that goes up to
a little above her mid-thigh. Her hair seems glossy even with the harsh light
that is shining on her trying to drain it of its color. The dark jewels and
make-up give her a more adult vibe then what he is used to seeing from her and
he realizes that she’s different. Different then the slightly childish young
woman that he married, and that despite all the things that she had done up
until that point he’d never seen her as such.
“Bruce?” she questions raising a hand to block the light.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re the guest of honor,” he says with a smile as he
begins to approach her.
She walks forward and when the two of them meet the lights
are back to normal and she’s able to take in the full beauty of the concert
Cleared of seats, the floor was covered in a large amount of
vibrant gold confetti. The walls painted with flowers, cherubs, and other
heavenly hosts were decorated with white curtains and gold accents. The
familiar tones of songs from years past floated through her ears and suddenly
she can fill herself being transported to a time before all of the drama had
“This is-,” she pauses looking at the building. “You’ve
recreated the whole thing.”
“Yes,” he says with a smile as he watches her spin to look
at the decorations and paintings.
“No masks? I distinctly remember our New Year’s
Eve/Engagement party being a masquerade” She questions looking at him with an
“No more masks,” he says with a shake of his head. “Not
“That’s new,” she snarks.
“More like overdue.”
Her eyes flash to his face, searching for his sincerity,
then seemingly satisfied or uninterested she turns her head back to the venue.
“It’s not much of a party if it’s only the two of us,” she
“Two of us is more than enough,” he knows where the comment
will lead, and he wants it to go there. He’d plan to wine and dine her, but
seeing her here like this, he didn’t know if he could wait.
“Is it?” she questions with a cock of her head. “I seem to
recall it not being enough.”
“It always was, you were, are enough. I’m the one who had the problem.”
“That you hid and lied to me about.”
She’s facing him now, arms crossed over her chest and good
mood soured. There was very few words left that would keep her here.
“Dance with me,” he says as the song changes. It’s a slow
comfortable melody, that doesn’t require a lot of thought to move too. His hand
his offered out to her and she swallows as she looks at it. Should she even
bother giving him a chance? If she fell into his arms would she be able to pry
herself out again? She doubted it, Bruce seemed to be in rare form tonight,
something she should have expected when she got that letter.
Against her better judgement, she slips her softer hand into
his rough one. She feels the familiar thump of her heart increase in speed when
it closes over hers and he pulls her closer to him. In an instant, she’s flush
against his chest and his arm is wrapped around her waist guiding her through
They sway in silence for a moment, both relishing the feel
of each other again after a long ten months apart.
“Even the song is the same,” she murmurs. “I can’t believe
you remembered it.”
“Of course, I did,” he says looking down into the glistening
orbs that blinked back at him. “It was one of the happiest moments of my life.”
She smiles with closed lips, and there isn’t an ounce of
warmth that reaches her eyes. He knows why, and he knows that it’s the
beginning of their issues.
“I pressured you that night,” he says and she raises her
eyebrows in surprise. “I thought to myself ‘who wouldn’t want to get engaged to
Bruce Wayne at his New Year’s Eve party. It’ll be the talk of the town.’ I
didn’t care to see how uncomfortable you were.”
“You tried to pressure me tonight too.”
“The dress was too much?”
“A little,” she says honestly. “I don’t know where you got
it though, I gave the other one away.”
“I had a seamstress recreate it from the photo, I wanted to
recreate that night, and do it the way it should have been done.”
“We can’t redo that night. I’m not the little girl who is just
excited to be in a princess dress and running behind Bruce Wayne. I can’t go
back to that, I won’t.”
“I don’t want you to be,” he says as he moves a hand to her
cheek and rubs it over her cheekbone. He almost lets out a sigh of relief when
she leans into his touch.
“Then what do you want?”
“You had me.”
“I know,” he says and he pulls her slightly closer so she’s
pressed tightly against him, similarly to the way she’s pressed against him
when they are in bed. He can feel her chest heave against his as she takes a
deep breath, and he’s relieved that he still can make her nervous. That she
hasn’t lost complete affection for him. “I was selfish.”
“Is that what you would call it?”
“That’s the only thing that I can think of. Everything about
you is perfect and yet for some reason I couldn’t see it, or didn’t want to see
“And that led you to cheat on me?” She questions.
“Maybe,” he says honestly. “I can’t tell you the reason why
I did what I did. I know that Selina and I could have had something once, and
even while I was doing it I knew it was wrong.”
“But I couldn’t stop myself. I didn’t want to stop, and the
only reason that I can even offer to rationalize my actions is because I knew
that you would be there no matter what I did. That you would still love me no
matter how much I hurt you. That I could have both. Selina and I had a bond
that I should have ended the moment that I decided to be serious about my
relationship with you, but instead I hid it, and it culminated into everything
that happened. For that I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied to you, and hurt you. I’m
sorry I cheated on you and made you feel worthless.”
She has an unreadable expression on her face as she stares
at him unblinkingly, but he knows she’s thinking. For a moment, he can feel his
heart speed up with nerves as her silence extends, but he feels alleviated when
she leans her head on his chest, ear resting above his heart.
“That night I was so scared, you know. In my mind, I knew
you were going to propose, and I knew you were going to do it in front of all
of those people. Stupidly, though, I held out the hope that you would do it
when we were alone, that you’d whisk me away to some quiet corner ask then come
back to make the announcement to the crowd. I would have been okay with it
then. But you made it about you, and what would have looked best for you. I
should have said no that night, knocked you off your high horse a little.
Embarrassed the great Bruce Wayne, but I couldn’t. It was what you wanted so I
gave it to you. I can’t do that anymore.”
“I wouldn’t want you to, and you shouldn’t have to,
especially after everything I’ve put you through.”
She lets out a sigh of contentment, “I believe you.”
It’s silent for a moment as they sway back and forth to the
“If you do cheat again, there won’t be a Batman,” she says
looking up at him with stern eyes. “I will literally bash your fucking head in
with one of those stupid busts if you even look at that fucking woman, because
that’s the only way I can think of for you to feel as much pain as I’ve been in
since I found out.”
There is no mirth behind her eyes, not lightness to say that
she is joking. He knows that the threats aren’t real and that in actuality her words are a statement of how
insecure in their relationship she feels. “I won’t, I don’t think that I’d be
able to bear watching you leave again. Or that Jason would let me live.”
It’s quiet for a moment as she lays her head on his chest
“I couldn’t hurt you even if I wanted to,” she whispers. “I
couldn’t even sleep with that guy a couple months ago, even though I should
He’s quiet for a moment and when he feels his shirt start to
feel damp he pulls her closer.
“How could you, Bruce?” She questions, her voice small.
“Did you cry?”
“When I left, did you cry? When you saw me with him did you
“Yes,” he says with no hesitation.
“Good, if I was the only one that had swollen eyes that
would be embarrassing.”
“The first time I couldn’t open my right eye because it was
“Frankly, I’m surprised you still have working tear ducts.
Even after being with you for so long, I’m still not convinced that you aren’t
part robot,” she says as she looks up at him with damp eyes, a sly smile
spreads across her face.
“If I was, I wouldn’t need the suit.”
They chuckle and Bruce pulls away from her. He brings his
thumbs to her cheeks and wipes away the stray tears. “I have something I want
to ask you.”
She could see his Adams apple move up and down in
nervousness and she raises an eyebrow at his uneasy behavior. When she sees him back away from her and
kneel she has to put a hand over her mouth to hide her shock.
Feeling deep in his pocket he pulls out a small black velvet
ring box. He opens the box and reveals are large princess cut diamond ring
sitting in a center.
“I know we still have our own issues to workout, that this is
a little soon. But I wanted to start again, from the time that should have been
one of our happiest moments, but started us on the path where we’ve ended up
today. These last months without you have been some of the worst in my life. No
one speaks to me unless they have to, and its left me with time to myself to realize
that I was the problem. That you had been there for me, giving everything that
you had, but I didn’t think that I needed to give you the same. I didn’t realize that loving someone wasn’t
just about providing, and I segmented you off as just another part of the
person that is Bruce Wayne. You weren’t Batman’s wife, you were Bruce Wayne’s
and that you weren’t getting all of me the way I was getting all of you. So, I’m
asking you to marry me again, so that I can give you the same amount of love
and affection that I should have from the start.”
She doesn’t rush to give her answer like she did the first
time. This time, despite her love for
him, she’s worried about the heartbreak that she’d have to endure again if he
couldn’t keep his word. It also wasn’t just her that she had to think about
either. What about the children? If this fell through a second time, did she
want to have them choose between her and their father again? Not only that,
despite how plagued with thoughts she was with him during her down time, she
also loved some of the independence she gained by being alone. She loved the
new understanding of herself she gained by being alone and doing a job that she
“I want to quit the company,” is the phrase that tumbles
past her lips. He blinks up at her rapidly, confused, and interpreting her
answer as rejection.
“What?” He asks moving to close the box.
“I mean, yes, I’ll marry you, again,” she says with a roll
of her eyes. She holds her empty left hand out. She hadn’t worn her wedding ring
in so long that the imprint of her previous ring had long since vanished. She
could feel herself smile as she admired the ring when it was slipped on her
Bruce moved to stand.
“Don’t get up yet, you still have some promises to make
while your down there,” she says locking eyes with him. “Perhaps quit my job is
too harsh of a word. I want you to start doing your job, at least part time.”
“That means that there are going to be days where you have
to come home and rest, and trust the boys to do the job you trained them to do.
There are going to be consecutive days where I want you to be just Bruce Wayne,
just my husband, day and night.”
“I’m not done yet. At the same time, when you’re gone I’m
not going to be sitting home waiting for you to grace me with your presence. I
won’t do that anymore. I want to start
designing again too, and that means that there will be times that I can’t be
Bruce Wayne’s date, he’ll have to be mine. I bought a building downtown that I
want to renovate and turn into my studio. That means I can’t be there to run
your business and mine.”
“It won’t be an issue.”
“This last part you might resent me for. But we have to go
to therapy for this shit.” She motions to the space between the two of them. “Nothing
about our lives is normal, adding this emotional baggage on top of it is bound
to make it harder, not better. Because even if I want to trust and believe you,
there won’t be a moment when your gone that I won’t think that you’re not with
her. Even when I know better. That distrust will breed resentment, and we’ll be
back where we were ten months ago and I don’t know who it will be the one begging
for forgiveness then.”
He pauses at the idea that a stranger may have to be
involved in his personal life, something he wasn’t fond of, but she was right,
the same way she always was. He nodded his agreement.
“If I think of something else I’ll let you know, but for
now,” she moves her hands to rest on his face and she slides the pads of her
thumbs across his cheekbones. “Please know, that I’ll happily marry you again.”
She presses a chaste kiss to his lips and quickly pulls away
before he can respond, but it is honestly more than he was expecting. He stands
to his full height and his arms are wrapped tightly around her waist as he
buries his face in her hair. He’s holding her so tightly that she almost has to
gasp in order to get air. She wants to struggle at first, push him away so she
can breathe, but she finds herself pulling him closer with one hand and rubbing
his back in a soothing motion with the other.
It’s the tears she feels roll down her shoulder that do it.
For the first time in a long time they aren’t her own. The slightly choking gasp for air isn’t her
own. And the pathetic nature of his cry is startling because it’s the first
time she’s experienced it and she realizes that he’d been telling the truth
earlier when he’d told her he cried.
She feels guilty for the slight curve of her lips that is
hidden in the depth of his shoulder and she’ll scold herself for it later, but
right now she’s happy to know that she hadn’t been suffering alone all this
time and that maybe there is a way for them to be a proper family again.
Selina bonds quickest with Stephanie because they do a girl’s day. They get mani/pedis, go shopping (because Selina stole one of Bruce’s cards but it’s fine she will make it up to him later), and get dinner. Selina helps Steph pick out new makeup and Stephanie helps Selina with what dress she is going to wear on her next date with Bruce. When they get home they both are smiling really wide and laughing
Harper takes a little bit more time to warm up to but she breaks through eventually. They bond over the fact that they are both bisexual because Harper was complaining about erasure in the media and Selina just sighed and goes tell me about it. They end up having a full on conversation about it and Harper slowly starts to trust her and they get along a lot easier then beforehand
Babs constantly reminds Selina that she is a criminal and that she isn’t a good person, she is on the opposing side which always makes Selina sigh because it’s not like she steals from people who don’t deserve it. Babs calls her selfish and Selina lets her know that she is being judgmental because she isn’t giving her a chance just because she is a criminal. This makes Babs think and begrudgingly she apologizes a few days later and they get brunch together. It’s a slow moving relationship but Selina is okay with that because it is still moving
Selina thought Babs was going to be the hardest but Cass is actually the hardest to get through to. Anytime Selina attempts to make conversation with Cass, Cass just ignores her or walks out of the room. This goes on for months. One day, Selina is venting to Bruce about she just wants Cass to like her and she is trying her best but Cass is listening from outside the door. When she sees how hard Selina is trying to befriend her, she sighs decides to give Selina a shot. She asks Selina to get coffee with her which Selina doesn’t understand but agrees happily. Over coffee, Cass learns that Selina isn’t a bad person but a lot like her she just went in the opposite direction of herself
Summary: Damian is less than thrilled about Selina and Bruce’s upcoming marriage. Selina has a little something up her sleeve, though (literally). (Selina, Damian, a kitten) (ao3)
Note: It’s Catie’s birthday!!!! If you’re not following @catie-does-things you’re seriously missing out (but i mean i do reblog like everything of hers so if you’re following me by extension you follow her lmao). ANYWAY CATIE I hope you have the HAPPIEST OF BIRTHDAYS i love you so so so much you’re always so thoughtful, kind, and insightful and make me want to be both a better consumer/reader and y’know person <3
Please can you do a fic of catwoman being a mum to each of the robins/batgirls (would love to see cass and selina bonding) xxxxx
Selina strode into her pent house apartment and operation center. The boys kept trying to get her to call it the Cat’s nest or some silliness. She closed the glass doors to the balcony, and walked toward the kitchen pulling off her mask and shaking her matted sweaty hair out. Dick Grayson was leaning over the kitchen island eating a blow of ice cream in sweat pants and a t-shirt. “Hi sweetie” she said walking by and ruffling his hair. “Hey mom”
Selina sat down on one of the stools and cracked open a beer she’s fished out of the fridge. “How’s college going?”
“Great” he had a goofy grin on his face Selina had learned to dread starting in middle school. “Okay kitten, what’s her name?” He blushed and tried to hide in his bangs another trick he’d started up in middle school. “Barbara Gordon”
“As in Jim Gordon’s daughter? you know he doesn’t really see eye to eye with us”
“yeah thinks what we do is theft”
“it is theft”
“well yeah but not like we keep it, half of Gotham would be hungry without us”
“true, also not the point, just be careful last thing I need is Jim Gordon waking up to find out his son-in-law is the Tiger”
“hey don’t go marrying me off yet mom, I haven’t even gotten the first date”
“never will with that attitude” Lynx said walking in and pulling off his mask before wrapping Dick in an one armed hug. Selina smiled at him, “Jason sweetie leave the boots by the door”
“sorry mom” He said as he pulled them off and walked them to his room. When he returned he grabbed a soda and sat next to his mother. “So who’s poor Dick love sick over?”
“Commissioner Gordon’s daughter”
“wow Dick, go big or go home” Dick blushed again and Jason laughed. The glass doors out to the balcony banged open and Black Cat and Catlad came in. Catlad stormed past them “you have a good night out there Dami?” Selina called after him “tt!”
“hm, how’d it go Tim?” Black Cat fished off his boots and mask. “Better, he didn’t want to murder me, and didn’t try to sneak off to storm Wayne manor so improvements?”
“Can you imagine the look on old lady Wayne’s face if she opened up her door on that” Selina said with a humorless smile “oh you have a bastard grandson, your son is a dilettante superhero who dresses like a bat, oh and that grandson is brown, marry Christmas” she took a pull of her beer trying to replace the bitter taste in her mouth with something else. Her three sons looked down, “hey” Jason said “we didn’t need a dad, you’re like 5 parents in one”
“here here!” Tim said fake cheering “best mom a guy could ask for” Dick said reaching across the kitchen island to pat her shoulder, she gave them a thin smile. “you’re the best sons a girl could ask for boys, now bed, you all have school in the morning, and I’ll be damned Jason if you graduate with less than that 4.0 because you bomb a quiz in the last 3 months.” She kissed each of them on the forehead and shooed them away to bed.
Once she no longer heard water in the bathrooms, and their doors were closed she made a cup of green tea with honey and walked out onto the balcony. “You can come out honey, they’re asleep, and really they’re not bad, you should get to know them” a figure melted out of the darkness. “and how are you this evening Stray?” Selina asked not really expecting an answer. The figure rarely spoke, when she did only a word at a time. She crossed the balcony to Selina and took the tea. She pulled off her mask to show off a young Asian girl of about 17. She slipped the tea and smiled shyly at Selina.
“want to stay awhile and talk?” Selina sank into one of the chairs and looked out at the night and the city. She didn’t get an answer hadn’t expected one really. The girl, her name was Cassandra Selina knew, sat beside her and a moment later one of the cats leaped into her lap as another made a tight figure 8 around her legs. Selina started talking, it was therapeutic to just talk, and Cassandra seemed to like it so that was good. They stayed that way till pink started to bleed into the sky.
Why do you think that the Bruce and Selina relationship in Gotham is the best one of all the DC shows?
I don’t know if I could say that because I don’t watch any of the other DC shows, except for The Flash, so I can’t make a fair comparison, but because I’m batcat trash I will give a few of the reasons why I think little Bruce and Selina are Gotham’s best couple.
1. Selina Witnessed Bruce’s origin
Selina was the only other person to witness Bruce’s parents being murdered and (allegedly) saw the person who did it. As we all know this is the moment that defines Bruce’s entire life and the very reason he’ll eventually become Batman. This gives Bruce and Selina a unique bond that he doesn’t share with anyone else.
2. Selina was the first person for Bruce to have fun with after his parents’ murders
Obviously witnessing his parents being gunned down was traumatic and devastating, and Bruce didn’t cope with their deaths in healthy ways. He wouldn’t attend therapy, climbed up on the roof of the manor, and spent time casusally brooding while listening to death metal and drawing disturbing pictures. When Selina moved into the manor it was first time he started having fun again.
3. Selina was Bruce’s first kiss
This will be the first of many. How cute will this be we they’re able to reminisce
about it when Selina becomes Mrs. Wayne.
4. Selina broke up with Bruce to keep him safe
Okay, I guess they were never really officially together still after the assasins almost killed Bruce she broke his little heart by denying she saw who killed his parents suggesting they had no reason to keep being friends but I think we all know that she was just trying to keep him safe since those assasins were after her.
5. Bruce and Selina are each other’s only real friend
Bruce and Selina don’t have a lot of loyal friends their own age. Silver St. Cloud has thus far been the only person that attempted befriending Bruce, other than Selina, and she had ulterior motives for doing so. When Selina and Bruce had their semi-falling out she fell into the wrong crowd and starting hanging out with Firefly. Like true Bruce and Selina fashion no matter how rocky things get between them they always manage to find their way back to each other.
6. They grow up to be Batman and Catwoman
This is one of DC Comics’ most legendary couples. Admit it: you were shipping them before they ever even met.
Selina Bond opened the show for DMU Contour Fashion which was fantastic start to finish. The level of skill and creativity was at an all time high for the graduates. We particularly like the structured moulded body pieces in contrast to the delicate lace.