for Lynx16
(followup to "Solitude")

Selina hasn't been here in years. Same dreary Cave, same dreary Bruce. Nothing's changed except for everything.

"I was sorry to hear about Alfred," she says, unsure if it's the right thing. She's never really known what the right thing is.

Ignoring her, he sits at his computer and begins writing up the evening's events. Selina slinks up behind him, places her hands on his shoulders. He allows her to slip her fingers under his cowl and remove it, allows her into his lap and against his mouth.

It doesn't have to be right. It just has to be real.