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[theknightshift]

[ Alfred always said as much. As if those kinds of connections would fix him. At first, he thought they were a distraction. Too close for comfort. Something to take his focus away from the mission. But they weren't. They never were. They were the best parts of him. They wouldn't fix what's broken, but having them made it easier to bear. He could carry the weight of the world on his shoulders by himself. It's easier when he's not alone.

he really could use more friends. But he leaves that thought unsaid. ]

I have some work to do.

[ He always has work to do. ]

What are you doing?

[catscratching]

( There'd been a time when she thought (hoped) Bruce might be able to change. That people like Clark or the Robins might help him see the world differently and open himself up instead of slipping further and further away. She hasn't quite lost hope, but she doesn't think it'll ever be that easy. That he has to want to change, and if there's one thing she can say with certainty, it's how damn stubborn this man is in his desire to be alone.

He's a mess, but as she glances over at him, lips spreading into a small smirk, she has a thought that he's her mess. Always will be.

And the question only makes her smirk widen. What better way to end the night then—)

Catch me, Bat.

( And it's all she says as she steps forward and off the edge, letting her body fall with a soft laugh. )

[theknightshift]

[ Bruce knows that smirk. He's seen it countless times before. Always before the chase picks up again. He knows what's coming. His heart races. The adrenaline rises. He's ready for gravity to do its work. All she has to do is give the word.

And she does.

Selina isn't out of sight for long. Bruce doesn't hesitate to leap after her. Not for a moment, the cape snapping dramatically behind him. She would leap and he would follow and he imagines it'll always be like that. But he doesn't mind. He'd always be there to catch her. ]

[catscratching]

( There's no feeling quite like this - feeling weightless, falling through the air with nothing to catch her. It doesn't matter how many times she's done this, there's still that brief flutter of her pulse that she lives for, that split second thought where she reminds herself her window of being pulled from free fall is rapidly closing.

But she's not worried. It's impossible to be, hearing the crack of his cape that says he's followed her over the edge. All she can bring herself to do tip her head back - letting out a short, delighted laugh. )