87. Chalk dust
Jen says every house in Gotham belongs to them now, every shattered window, picture frame, bulb.
She kisses Selina's chin, down her neck, being as tender as can be in those phantom, heated touches. Jen's spit-slick, scorching kisses once could reel Selina's head, wreck her, claim her for pleasure.
There's no room in this world for anything as precious as lovers, not even in the oncoming storm. Selina doesn't want ruins and rubble either.
On the third floor of some administration building, FULLY abandoned and gray in smoky cinders, with Jen breathing frantically on her collarbone, Selina gyrates her lower body on Jen's thigh, too far from an orgasm, too brooding to heed any want.
Gotham falls, too injured to stop any of this.
The Dark Knight Rises isn't mine. I just got home from Infinity War and I find it hilarious that I'm posting DC Comics things. Anywoo. Thanks for reading my teeny tiny fic and any thoughts/comments appreciated! Selina and Jen were def a thing in this movie and I keep thinking about it when I rewatch!