Summary:Selina helps Bruce tend to his wounds, and they discuss the differences and similarties of their lives. Log Info:Storyteller: None |
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For the past several nights, Bruce has been working a case on several kidnapped children from the Upper East Side. He went out on a lead tonight - news reports would have placed him at a warehouse, and assisting in the recovery of four children. What they don't mention is that Batman was injured in the incident. Or that he was even there - that was the point of the matter.
The Batmobile returned from the incident, and Alfred tended to Bruce's injuries before he heads towards the bedroom and curls up with Selina for the rest of the evening. The next morning brings light into the room, and the stirring of the man as he moves to the bathroom to take off the bandages to check the injury. It's a small puncture wound - a slash nearly three inches long over his right hip that has been stitched closed, and he hisses softly as he gathers what he needs to treat it. He knows that Alfred will be up shortly with breakfast.
Dressed in his pajama pants and nothing else, he glances over at his sleeping fiancee, hoping he can get the wound treated before she awakens, though the slight grunt of pain as he prods at the injury may wake her up.
It's been a good five years since Selina's perpetual-fiance came home mangled. Well, seriously mangled anyway - at this point treating each other's scrapes and bruises was almost a 'couple's thing' - but it lost it's charm a little bit when he nearly died. This isn't that, but it's the worst he's had since he put the mask back on.
Selina knows this because she's standing in the doorway when he turns around, dressed in a blank tanktop and pajama pants, eyes narrowed sleepily, even as she snatches a bottle of disinfectant out of his hand, and holds it up, peering at it with blurry tired eyes that struggle to read the lable for a moment before she heaves a sigh. "Haaaaaaaaaa…" she closes her eyes with an odd tight smile, as if basking in the moment, before she looks at Bruce again, eyes slightly sharper, looking at him like she's 'caught' him somehow. "… On the bed, c'mon." as she turns around, stepping towards the oversized bed in question.
Not exactly caught. Cuts and gunshot wounds - all of those injuries the pair has shared over the years. There are a few scars on his back that she knows better than most - including the ones caused when he was caught in the Blitz. But the charm was long since out of the enjoyment, but as he hears her voice, he glances over his shoulder. "Morning, beautiful." he greets her as he rises to his feet. "Didn't want to wake you." he admits.
Handing over the disinfectant and cotton balls, he presses a light kiss to the corner of her mouth before he drags himself over to the bed to settle on it, turning so that they don't stain the sheets when she starts treating him. "Magic summoners." he offers to her dryly in explanation as he shows her the wound - like a child would guiltily show off a torn pair of jeans from sliding too hard while at the playground. Alfred's handiwork is clearly on display in the stuture work; it most likely won't scar.
"Mmmmmm." Selina hums softly as Bruce kisses her, giving his nose a little nuzzle out of habit, the corner of her mouth tugging as she replies. "Yeah, I was halfway there." She says before following him to the bed, a hand on his arm until she sits beside him, gathering a few of the things she'll need right away. Among them a pair of glasses she pops on briefly - she doesn't NEEEED them, but they're useful for getting a good look at what she's dealing with - peering at his wound for a moment and wincing before removing them.
She's dipping a cotton ball into the bottle with some small tongs when Bruce explains, a wry smile coming to Selina's face. "Well, obviously. *Wizards*." She puts one hand on his chest, steadying herself a little as she begins to dab at the afflicted area with, sadly, rather stinging disinfectant, cleaning wounds as thoroughly and frequently as possible having become a bit of a habit for them. "You know, I think my biggest regret…" She says distractedly, "… is I can't *actually* say 'I told you so'." She grins a little, "The price I may for being nice, right? Still. *Sorcery*." She glances up at him then back down at her work. "What'd you say to piss 'em off?"
"Until you put a ring on it, all I told you sos are off the table." Bruce says in mild amusement as Selina slips on the glasses. They are cute on her. But he'll never tell her that, because then she'll start bemoaning that she's old, and he doesn't want to step on that landmine. There's a soft hiss as she applies the cottonball. The man can endure some of the worst beatings known to man - but the loving touch of his fiancee with a cottonball draws a hiss? Clearly playing it for effect.
"Kept them from kidnapping some children. There's a ring of them. The humans of it are kidnapping children into their cult, for brainwashing, while there is clearly a magical force that they are feeding. I met with Zatanna on it earlier, before.." he gestes to the wound on his side. "Before that happened." he grunts as she continues to treat the wound.
"Children. About the same age that Helena was when the Blitz happened." he admits with a soft chuff of breath. "Apparently they're taking them to South America, brainwashing them and forcing these tattoos on them that allow them to summon creatures to protect them.'
Selina lets out a short huff through her nose, a silent laugh as she shoulders shake briefly, shaking her head. "Yeah, well, you know, it's hard to figure out the perfect moment to pop the question, you know? Is he bleeding too much? Is he not bleeding *enough*…?" She HAS a ring, thank you very much! She keeps it on a necklace sometimes, and flashes it at parties for show! But for all the other staggering commitments Selina has ended up making in her life, she's in no rush to set a date on that one, seemingly.
She smirks at his show of discomfort, but listens with a growing frown. "Jesus." She mutters, sensitive to the matter for obvious reasons largely centered around the person Bruce mentioned. The TIME he mentioned is salt on the wound. She throws the cotton away and closes the bottle. "Well, hope the other guy got it worse. Still. Seems like the 'wizard police' or whatever should be on top of this one." She says, alluding to both 'WAND' which she refuses to dignify, and her ongoing preference to keep their lives restricted to what she laughingly refers to as the 'real world' these days. Still, after a period of silence, as begins to rebandage the wound, wrapping it up with practiced skill and not quite looking at you as she offers, "… Need any help on that one?"
It's not unheard of - Selina doesn't do NOTHING around here after all - but GOD she hates the 'weird stuff' as she calls it, among other things.
Oh yes, she has a ring. A gorgeous engagement ring that has been in the Wayne family for generations. The matching wedding band is in a drawer in the armoire. /That's/ for when she decides to set the DATE. "Oh, I know. And all those times when you came back when I was down. Just you know, never enough time." The eyeroll would almost be obvious if it wasn't. Does he know that she loves him? Yes. Is he going to push her for a wedding date? Probably not.
But there may be a small regret that they stopped at one child for who knows what reason. Their lives getting in the way all the time probably helped nothing with that. "There's all sorts of unknown that you know I have to stay abreast of, Selina." he says with a lift of his brow. He didn't realize she had an issue with Zatanna. And it surprises him slightly. "Was I supposed to bring you with me?" he asks her as she treats him.
"And of course.. I'd never turn you away, Selina." he says, reaching to touch her cheek and guide her eyes back to his. "WAND isn't the end all or be all of magical investigation. They can use a hand now and again. Even if it's my mundane one." he says with a small smirk at her.
Well, never say never, but Selina isn't saying WHEN either.
It's not Zatanna so much she has a problem with, so much as the utter madness that exists in the world that Zatanna represents a small piece of. Lovely person! Great with Helena! Plays with forces beyond Selina's understanding. "I knooooow." Selina sighs as Bruce speaks, frowning at his question and shaking her head. "No, you're a big boy, I just…" Selina shrugs. She was never the person begging you to stop and live a normal life, and she never wanted to be. Normal life was unfulfilling. Normal *people* of passing interest. The one time she DID beg you to stop, you were put down for five years. She hasn't tried to stop you SINCE then, either. But… "I dunno. Gangsters and crackpots and terrorists I understand. Maybe the occasional cult now and then?" She smirks, "A good chase with a thief?" She sighs, "But… brainwashing and magic tattoos… World made sense up until then, you know? But if you need something pilfered, charmed, or scratched to hell, I've still got your back, y'know?"
At the last point, Selina smirks, leaning her head into Bruce's hand and chuckling despite herself. "Seems like they should just clone you, at this point. Get a task force going. Or at least get me my harem of strapping Bat-men, I've been waiting long enough."
With that, she finishes, the bandage and sets the roll aside, "Okay, good as new until the next disaster. I'd give you the 'healing touch', but you'd probably split in half in your condition so…" she leans in and places a gently smooch on the bandage. "A raincheck."
"There's things out there that are not understood by a lot of people, Selina. I'm supposed to know something on them all." Why Bruce? Why not Bruce is the better question. "I'm not ever going to force something on you that you don't want." It's the whole reason he hasn't pushed on her in all their years together. He always figured.. when she's ready, she's ready. Normal and boring would have never drawn your eye. Admittedly, it was one the things that drew him to you. "And you, Selina Kyle, have already pilfered, charmed and scratched my heart. I don't know how much plainly I can put that."
However. She has to continue, and rolls into wanting a harem of him. And for a moment, it makes him worry that he has NOT been paying enough attention to you, and that strikes him in a way he doesn't expect. "Have I kept you waiting?" he asks you quietly, blue eyes turning to meet yours as she finishes the patch and cover job of his injuries. When she places the kiss against his injury, he considers her, before pursuing her to push her back on the bed. "It's another couple of hours yet before Alfred is rousing Helena for breakfast, and then us. I think I'm willing to risk your 'healing touch'. That's said with a laugh as he presses a more affectionate kiss to her mouth.
At Bruce's line, Selina chuckles and sighs, "Awww, ya big lug~." Though his question is met with a confused look. "Hmm?" She looks, on a rare occasion, like she's not sure what to say. "What, a day or so? Bruce, I can la-AAIEE!" She yelps in mid word as she pushed back onto the bed, looking stunned, for a moment, but by the time you pull away from that kiss there's a familiar wild look in her eyes and a wicked grin, "You know what, you're on." She purrs, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. "Let's wake the neighbors~"
The nearest neighbors, for those keeping track, are a good few miles away.