Owner	Pose
Selina Kyle	Not all of the Dark Knight's work takes place in dingy alleyways and rainslick rooftops. A lot of the real, long term work happens right here in the cave, sat at a console in front of numerous, and occasionally enormous screens allowing access to all kinds of data at any given time. It used to be this was reliably the most quiet and peaceful time that Bruce Wayne afforded to himself.     Nowadays... he's acquired a large number of potential distractions.     As exemplied when a pair of slender arms wrap around his shoulders from behind and cross over the Bat symbol on his chest. They, of course, belong to one Selina Kyle; still in costume but with her mask and gloves removed; the latter dangling off the back of her neck where it's attached to her costume.     "Hey..." She greets pleasantly, but with a curious tint to her voice as she turns one hand and reveals a folded letter in one of her hands. "... since when do you have a birthday?"     The invitations, it seems, have gone out.
Bruce Wayne	"Hm?" Bruce grunts in reply, no real words forthcoming just yet. His cowl and gloves are similarly removed, cape draped over the back of the chair that Selina now stands behind. His attention is fixed on the screen, a seemingly meaningless string of addresses in the lower Gotham area. It takes him a moment to disembark whatever train of thought he is on, leaning back a little to show he's not completely antipathic to her attention. "All my life. You're lucky I'm better at remembering them than you. I've already picked something out for the Fifteenth of March."
Selina Kyle	"Ooooo, tantalizing~" Selina purrs swaying her hips and shoulders back an to match the playfultone, her arms gently rocking at Bruce left and right for a brief moment. "Now you just need to figure out how to stop me from peeking for five months."     As if it's already in a box.     A moment of fairly comfortable silence passes, before Selina gently prompts, "... Soooooo..." with meaning that's only obvious to her.
Bruce Wayne	"So," Bruce begins, turning around with the chairs automated swivel to face Selina fully. He places his hands on her hips, gently clasping her there to regard her with a careful stare. That stare that suggests he knows what she'll say before she'll say it, "You want to know what the deal with the party is. Are you invited? Are we keeping things a secret." The corner of his mouth twitches up into the shadow of a smile. "Am I right?"
Selina Kyle	Honestly, Selina hates how much she loves that look.     Detectives.     "Oh, I'm invited." Selina replies first, "Your security's not *that* good." Cats kinda go where they want. That and Selina challenging you - playfully and not - is possibly the most consistent thing in your life.     Her hands graze down over Bruce's knuckles, then back up to clasp the backs of his hands, giving a little squeeze before offering a much more human sounding: "... But... yeah. We've been test-running this for a little while. Maybe not long enough for... you know... *public commitment*, but..." she smiles a sweet little smile, "... I feel pretty good about is, so far."
Bruce Wayne	Bruce takes a moment to look into her eyes. His own are piercing blue, often described as pitiless and almost cruel. But there are moments like this one where his empathy shines through, and the true weight of his affection for her can be felt. "I want you to be there, Selina," he answers with a nod, "Not just as Selina Kyle. But as Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. Both of us. Together. The kids know, and frankly I'm not interested in hiding this. For the first time I've got a secret I want to sing from the rooftops." Another smirk and a shrug of his shoulders: "Well, singing from rooftops isn't really my style. Maybe publish on the first page of the Gazette?" He reaches up to draw her close to him, sitting her on his lap if she allows. "I hate to break it to you, Cat, but I think the era of flings is over."
Selina Kyle	Selina's eyes - a striking green like thhe emerald gemstones that tend to disappear in her orbit - look a little taken aback for a moment, before she visibly melts a little bit over a short while. Hearing The Bat talk like this was, and still can be, a little surreal, but... she's not complaining. "Bruce..." she murmurs softly, a warm smile on her lips.     For once, Selina lets herself get caught, and she slides into Bruce's lap; turning a little to put her legs over his chair's armrest, and puts a hand on his chest over that bat symbol that's been hounding her her entire adult life.     "Mmmm..." she purrs, considering briefly. "... I half think our fan club would be disappointed if we just *gave* them the information." She teases gently, in regards to the Gazette. The kind of people that obsess over the British royal family also have a noted subfaction of people who debate and/or cling to any given pairing Bruce could commit to. Brulina has its shippers. Selina has never not been amused by this.     The last statement seems to give Selina pause for a moment, feeling a flutter of anxiety at the idea of things changing, but... she gives a little grin. "We had a good run." She concurs, coyly adding, "You can only play 'hard to get' for so long, I guess."     Selina looks up at Bruce, and leans her head into his shoulder. "... I like this. A lot." Selina struggles a bit with sincerity. Credit where it's due, she's been putting some effort in.
Bruce Wayne	It's difficult for Bruce to admit he likes this. In his experience, anytime he has accepted something good in his life the darkness that tends to surround him sees fit to tear it away. There have been moments in the past when he has genuinely felt love - or thought he did - only for the needs of Batman to call an end to all that. But with Selina there is something different. An odd balance. He leans just slightly to press his lips against the top of her head, breathing her in for a second and letting his eyes close. "I like it, too." His eyes are still closed when an alarm goes off on the Computer. One of a dozen sensors have picked up a fluctuation of power to the Bat-Signal - the GCPD is calling for Batman. He pauses for a moment, taking a slow intake of breath. "Come on. We'll get take-out."
Selina Kyle	Likewise, Selina has only rarely felt enamored with someone in more than a superficial way. She never really considered anything serious, partly because she chafes at anything resembling a limitation on what she can do, and partly because, well... it's a rare person that could understand her, accept her, and put up with her all at once.     Maybe it helps that they both came from the dark.     Or, at very least, survived it.     Selina closes her eyes and purrs happily, a gentle rumbling hum in her throat. This is still scary in its own way, still threatens to limit her, but... Selina does what she wants. Maybe she finally wants something more than she wants an escape hatch.     That purr becomes a short, displeased little grumble when that familiar alarm goes off. She resists it for a second, before opening her eyes and looking up at Bruce ruefully. He confirms her worst fears, and she sighs. "Duty calls." She concedes. "You're buying."     Selina swings her legs back towards the floor and stands up, but pauses for a brief moment. She turns around while Batman's still sat down without enough room to stand, and leans in, putting her hands on his arm rests, bringing her face close to his with an enigmatic llittle smile, and says "... Hey. Guess what?"     She kisses his lips with a tender little 'smooch' sound, and whispers, "... Caught you." before she turns and merrily saunters away.