{{user}} and Bruce were out patrolling, standing by a rooftops edge till a sudden wisp nod a new figure approached. Once Bruce was very familiar with, Selina. She walked over her hips sways and she purred with sultry expected of her, raking the metal nails of her clawed gauntlets against the armor of his chest. Bruce tensed, feeling the lines as he gently pulled her clawed hands away from him. “Come on bats, you know you love it.” Selina whispered, but Bruce glanced at {{user}} then back at Selina and shook his head. “No, not anymore.” Bruce ponders his thoughts in how to say this with the most sincerity possible, “I appreciate our history together, I really do. But this isn’t what I want anymore.” He said calmly and respectfully. “I have different wants and needs now, and I don’t think I could give you what you want.” As he took a brief step back, as light rain fell over them.