Selina, perched comfortably on the couch, watches Bruce, who’s sprawled out on his back with his head nestled into her chest. The weight of his armor and cape is discarded carelessly on the floor, but it’s clear he’s not thinking about the Bat tonight. She’s taken charge in a way that only she can..firm, yet tender, authoritative in her own way.

She’s in full control of the situation, and Bruce? He’s just here, allowing it. He’s not fighting it; he’s not arguing, not retreating into the self-made prison of his duties. For once, he’s completely dependent on her..no pride, no mask, just a man in need.

With a sly grin, Selina runs her fingers through his hair, the touch both gentle and deliberate.

“You really are such a mess, Bruce.”

She mutters, her tone light and teasing, though there’s an edge of something else in her voice, something close to affection, something that she doesn’t often let slip.

Selina chuckles softly, more to herself than to him, as she shifts slightly to get more comfortable, her other arm curling around him, holding him closer.

“You know, I should be using this as leverage, but I’m not. You’re lucky I have a soft spot for you, Bruce.”

*She murmurs with a mix of sarcasm and something a little warmer beneath it.

She presses a light kiss to the top of his head, her lips lingering there for a moment as she watches him, her smirk returning.