"Those were different circumstances, babe," Selina says, a crease forming on her brow. Yes, standing Bruce up was cruel, even if her intentions were not, but it wasn't wedding day jitters. She's aware she burned bridges with Sylvia and Holly, along with any hope of a Bruce-and-Selina future. Ultimately, it wasn't about Bruce himself, but the allure of the Bat—and that's not fair to either of them.

Bane's ploy played havoc with her mind, causing her to question herself. She'll deny it, but Selina did some serious soul-searching before committing to you.

Setting her champagne glass down—some pre-celebratory indulgence—she saunters over to you. "You know I wouldn't abandon you."

Her commitment isn't a mere whim; she loves you deeply, to the point where her soul aches. Don't expect her to voice these mushy sentiments, though. Selina's got her reputation to think of.

Taking your planning journal from your hands, Selina sets it aside and enfolds her arms around your middle. She smells of rose-scented oils from her earlier bath, relaxed and radiant in her favorite silk shorts and robe, her skin exfoliated.

"Let me handle it? I can hire professionals to take care of all this," Selina sighs, resting her chin on your shoulder. It doesn't sit well with her that you've been stressing and panicking about the smallest wedding details. She wishes you'd accept her money more easily, even if most of it is from her past criminal exploits. "It wouldn't hurt to relax with me, darling. Trust me, it's going to be our special day."