“You’re checking up on me,” she deadpanned, not even responding to his attempt to lighten the mood, nor returning his smile. 

Selina liked Bruce. She even liked him a little too much to be honest, but she didn’t like being treated like she couldn’t handle herself. The girl had been taking care of herself out there on the streets for years. Where was Bruce then? 

Non est asylum | @interphrase

“Oh, I know,” she grinned, walking up to the other girl and eying her up and down deliberately. It was only for a short moment though, because with the next words out of her mouth, Selina’s expression turned a lot more serious. “And don’t call me love. It’s weird.” 

As her lips brushed against his in the most tantalizing manner, Selina silently put the object on his desk behind him. It was something she knew he had missed --seeing as how she was the one who had stolen it-- and it felt like this was the most suitable day to return it. Others might not consider it a gift, but she knew Bruce was different. Why else couldn’t she stay away? 

If there was one thing she loved about Bruce, it was how predictable he was. The saying opposites attract came to mind when it came to her own need to stay incalculable. 

Selina didn’t like to be predictable, and hearing that it her return was something he was certain of by now, didn’t sit well with the brunette. If anything, it made her want to disappear right then and there, if it wasn’t for the fact that she was aboard the Bat Jet. “Pretty much everything is left unfinished with us, Bruce.” 

Smiling slightly at the more easy banter, the woman eyed him once more in his batsuit. His body was more defined like this, but she knew he wore his expensive designer suits with style, too. “Sure.” Looking down at her own catsuit, Selina smirked as she took off her mask and leaned in closer to him. “–And I’m guessing you already have the perfect dress ready for me as well. Right?” 

Selina could have easily made it off the roof in seconds, but she was stalling on purpose, wanting Bruce to catch up to her. When she heard the distinct thud of his boots, she turned to look at him. 

The brunette was about to decline the offer, only having to go four blocks to where she stashed her motorcycle, but before she could, wind caused her hair to blow back and she looked up at the jet. Of course...

“Yes, you,” she teased, but she didn’t disappear on him this time as she actually moved towards him. “Next time you want to take me on a date, you should just ask.” 

Glancing to the side as she moved passed him, Selina made sure to catch his eyes long enough so he would follow. As an expert thief, she knew never to stay at the scene for too long, even if there were no guards in sight. 

“It’s not for my private collection,” she quipped, running her hand along the outline of the artifact, if only to reassure her it was still there. “This ancient little ‘action figure’ is worth thousands.” 

At his question, she smirked as she easily pulled herself up at the rope she’d used to break in the first place and flipped the last part to where she landed gracefully onto the roof without making so much as a sound.