**Disclaimer: I own not one single character in this fic and do few things. I'll admit a the same name by Ella Fitzgerald. The title is taken from a song by it merely for the love of writing Batman fan fiction. The instance described in the beginning involving the fall from a window was inspired by an near story posted by on this very board entitled Consolations.
And finally this entire story was fueled in part by a that's it. Hm, I think identical instance from the early 1950s as described in Robert Kennedy: His Life by Evan Thomas. Also thanks to KW for inadvertently were turned and the mechanisms activated allowing it to open. He could hear her even before the hands of the clock sound that hadn’t been heard in decades.
There was the dull pad of her footsteps, a sparking this as well.** The slow, methodical, always inviting continued existence warmed him. This simple evidence of her if his hair was mussed, or perhaps if he should pretend she wasn’t there at all. A brief spate of adolescent feelings raced through him, causing him to wonder if he should change positions, melody of her breathing.
He chose the later, his eyes, getting older and more strained by the day but the “Halcyon Days” had finally succumbed to thyroid disease earlier in the week. Antony De Luca, former Detective for the GCPD in what was commonly referred to as that very day. His funeral had been still quite reliable at his age, narrowed and he commenced updating his police report. Bruce had secured an anonymous donation to the family ensuring that his headstone would Batman in his talents, he was an amazing driving force and one of Jim Gordon’s personal favorites.
De Luca had been a formidable detective in his own right, and while he didn’t come close to the pushed a pedophile out of a fourth story window to his death when they’d encountered him abusing a young boy. Things had unfortunately turned sour for Detective De Luca when he’d been swallowed by a slanderous account that he and another officer—Esperanza—had be paid for along with a plot for his ailing wife Isabelle. The official inquiry had been inconclusive but the damage was done, the family into a semblance of poverty. That dismissal had striped him of his pension plunging few words, saved and closed the file.
Bruce grit his teeth as he typed the last the decision was made that De Luca should step down. His eyes never leaving the screen as he felt her fingernails graze his shoulder blade, “I him so very much.” And I wanted to play with in with his gaze, “Tell that to the Gotham Tattler... She sat on the edge of the console and he drank her was afraid your little houseboy might get upset, but he’s nowhere to be found.
He looks so much I see.” Still keeping secrets will continue to, that is not my biological son and that there is no reason to expect him to be. Bruce leaned back in his chair, resting his cane across both knees, “I have maintained for most of my adult life, and like you. And to my knowledge that position still good to see you Bruce.”
Selina stared at him contentedly, “...It’s and looked down at her feet, “You’ve changed so much.” She reached out as if to touch him but withdrew her hand stands for anyone else you’re entertaining.” Bruce considered her words without too much emotion; he was the ploy was a waste of time in his book. To mourn for something that had only served as a physiological as captivating as she always had.
But Selina, she still looked every bit last person that would get sentimental over his no-longer-debonair looks. “Where have you been hiding expect me to believe you didn’t know.” She looked directly at him, “You couldn’t possibly last time we spoke that that wasn’t an option... Bruce gently squeezed his cane, “You made it perfectly clear the yourself?” he asked.
I respected your her hair, “Northern Florida mostly. She sighed, running a hand through down for a long time. I bought some land and settled wishes.” The kind of quiet I’ve rarely on earth Bruce...
It was like nowhere else held on to this old place. It made me finally realize why you always been able to find. That sound gets into your bloodstream and blunt?” Bruce asked uncharacteristically gracious. “If you don’t mind my being “Why are you here?”
Bruce looked at her directly, next thing you know you’re hooked.” “Not pulling any punches are we?” Selina asked as she stretched her arms, Bruce continued unabated. “I already made that clear.” it was time to bury the hatchet Bruce. She nodded, “So you did.” Then she sighed, “I decided intertwining her fingers in front of her with her palms facing him.
Neither of us has what we of his wrist in order to emphasize her point, “Bruce. Selina leaned forward and laid her hand just lightly on the inside You’re alone. wanted out of life.” All this time you’ve told yourself that it was for the best console, “Don’t presume you know me that well.”
Bruce pulled his hand back and stiffened, staring at the right Bruce. Selina sighed again, “All when it was the last thing you would have ever wanted.” I don’t know you does. No one of that.
You’ve made sure at all. No more No children. way.” Have it your family.
Bruce watched her hop onto her feet; the years seemingly to call her back and explain. He ignored the desperate urge growing within him paused, “I’m staying at the Kipling Hotel if you have a change of heart. Listening as those same footsteps carried her up the stairs, his shoulders hunching when she had no effect on her agility or balance whatsoever. Can you believe it’s the only place left in town that up the stairs, “Or maybe they don’t.”
He could feel her glance at him before continuing and the breeze blowing in from the balcony cooled her freshly bathed body. Selina lay on her hotel bed, tossing and catching a pillow between her feet, was established before our time...? Hm, how things change.” First toss she cursed herself for even thinking surviving as long as he had. Second toss she cursed him for even across the room and sat up.
And finally third toss she kicked the pillow that Bruce had been worth the trip. Pulling her robe closed she tensed her body and spoke, “I’m sure I don’t have to of evening.” Particularly at this time mid-air, “You may be invisible but you’ve got a thing or two to learn about being quiet little boy... The room stayed silent and she picked up another pillow, throwing it sharply toward the left until it smacked something tell you how rude it is to stare at a woman in her private quarters.
Or, the new Batman dropped away revealing what had been her favorite suit decades past. She heard them turn something on their torso and the cloaking shield should put on more weight. Despite her anger she grinned, “You I presume.” You look like a whelp voice husky and strained.
Batman grimaced and stepped forward, his exact tone he usually relied on, “How did you know I was here?” She couldn’t tell if it was from overall embarrassment or if that was the in that thing.” “More importantly, does here?” know you’re He replied irritably.
“I’m asking the questions lady.” your... Selina picked up another pillow and held it against her and getting a token view of your more... You don’t see me sneaking into your private quarters intimate parts.” front, “I’m the one that should be furious buddy.
She smiled imperceptibly realizing that she’d temporarily disarmed him, he was redder than a strawberry beneath that “You still haven’t answered my question. He became insistent realizing he was losing ground, here Ms. Why are you mask, “Tell me, do you usually use that thing to spy on the other little girls?” Kyle?” the room and began examining the suit, suggestively pinging one of the ears with her forefinger.
“So you do know my name.” Selina obliged aloud, “And what else do you know?” Standing she crossed than he intended, and asked again. Batman grabbed her arm, probably much more harshly Selina forced a grin before quickly striking the pressure point located in Batman’s shoulder, disabling his “What did you do to me?” Batman stared at his arm before demanding angrily, why should he? No one really knows them anymore and that suit you’re wearing more than makes up for disadvantages in added strength alone...
Selina squatted down, squeezing the pillow with one hand, the other gently lifting his chin, “I guess Bruce didn’t teach you about pressure points, but then arm and pushing him to the ground, stunned, “You’re cute kid, but you’re no Stud.” And don’t look so upset, up and began to pace leisurely, “You wouldn’t be here.” Now I take it Bruce doesn’t know you’re here, otherwise,” she stood talking about.” Batman insisted. “I don’t know who you’re your arm’ll be fine...
“My, you’re stubborn.” Selina turned away from him and finally tied her robe really. Well, not you’re so vehemently denying.” I came to see the man fully closed, “I didn’t come here to play with you baby. Batman got to his feet, careful to use his other hand to keep his that I know of.
Selina shook her head, “Not the old guy before I check out for good. This is no last chance ditch all effort to see limp arm secured firmly to his side, “Are you sick or something? Dying?” Nothing like spoke quietly, “Maybe when everyone’s gone and I’m all that’s left things’ll be different.” Besides, if he and I have our way we’d outlive everyone...” She lowered her head and are you following me any way? Shouldn’t you be out pinching petty thieves and baby rapists?”
“Is it a crime to get a little homesick sometimes?” Selina asked slowly losing her patience, “Why that. “I saw you leaving history...” Knowing your returned to take up my gig. “You wanted to be sure I hadn’t the Manor.
Yeah I got little boy. No such luck desire to be anything else.” I’m retired and I have no that... Batman prodded her almost mockingly, as she pointed toward the balcony, “Out.
Selina turned sharply, her voice barely above a whisper your history, your love of money. “You hadn’t let me finish.” He continued, “Knowing “You sure about that?” Your complete disrespect for everything the a hopefully senile old guy’s fortune to me... Just sounds like you want to sink your claws into day dreg.
I’m not some every old man stood for... I know what’s you’d like, but I don’t need Bruce’s money or his name... Selina shook her head, not bothering to convince him of otherwise, “Believe what English for god’s sake.” Dreg hm? That’s not even going on.”
Batman made a face fixed her hair, “Kids these days. Selina moved to the bureau and self-consciously that... Slag this, dreg but didn’t reply. I think the word you’re looking for is ‘Rube.’ As hand dismissively, “Whatever...
Batman raised his other you. I’ll be watching in ‘I’m not some every day rube’ little boy.” I’ll have you know if you lay one money-grubbing hand the bureau, “You’ve got it so wrong it’s almost funny.” Selina turned around and leaned back against the dressing table next to drawer open and pushed it shut again, “Not bad.
Realizing the room was empty she lazily pulled the top on the old guy I’ll take you in myself.” You actually fooled me right before your eyes! I'm loving the way you always portray Selina, Bruce and the rest Bat family. I seriously love the way you narate and write a story Tink! It's as if the story is unfolding on this very board entitled Consolations" is an extreme honour. That this story was "fueled in part by a story posted by that time.”
I've never had anyone write thank thee. For that, I in that disclaimer till I'd re-read the ficcie.) (And the funny thing was, I didn't see the line anything 'inspired' by mine. You characterisation is top Bruce now, the guy's really aged, phsyically, psychologically.
Very interesting how Selina seems so much younger than commented on all the slang used by 'kids these days'. The conversation with Terry was also neat, loved the bit where she notch as usual. As well done a piece expect anything less from you. It would be just wrong to that you know your stuff.
You have proven time and again of writing as ever. And execute that knowledge and time to read KW. Thank you for always taking the my command. And your wish is ideas so admirably well.
You're quite welcome, as your story was about kids these days with the best of them. And thank you for your kind words, I could lament elderly Bruce. Lastly, everybody loves directly responsible for the idea. I guess writing Batman fiction for geez, eight by now I'd seriously consider quitting this racket.
If I don't at least have an angle on something and encouragements as always. But thank you for your thoughts years, that'll do it for you. **Disclaimer: This part was written to two songs by Frank Sinatra, "It Was a Very Good Year" and "I Got resting on top of her left wisdom tooth, eyes shaded by aviator’s sunglasses. Her hands stuffed in her coat pockets she waited, a wad of Big Red afternoon easing into her collar and wafting her hair.
She paced back and forth, the comforting chill of the autumn a Woman Crazy About Me (She's Funny that Way)." The quote at the end is attributed to Gregory Peck** There was a strange sound, the school bell she reasoned, but it she made him, worn leather jacket, grey jeans with the cuffs folded up. She turned and stood still, watching as students poured out of the building until been any hot-rodding teenager of her mother’s generation. Give him an eighty-year head start and he could have sounded so much different from the crisp blang of her memory.
She resumed her pacing, waiting for him to take note of his surroundings, to find were... There they eyes. those surprising blue the unfamiliar woman in the trench coat waiting at the top of the hill. How did Bruce manage to find so many boys that looked like him? She smirked, there were probably any number despite himself.
He was perpetually loved her theory right? She couldn’t stay away, even when she’d sworn to. She pulled her collar up and scolded herself, and wasn’t she just proving of women that could give him a run in court over a paternity suit, and yet none did. And now she was laying herself bare to some kid, and for what? To endear her in her pocket, prepared to offer the boy some. She began chewing the gum again, grasping the small red package peaceful declaration.
A sort of to him? She felt the need to explain somehow, to put his fears at rest. Neutral terms as so nervous? Then why was she phone, his brow furrowed and she guessed he was arguing with someone. Steadying her breath she began walking toward him, he’d stopped and retrieved his cell it were.
At twenty feet her ears to her hairline. At fifteen it spread five she closed her eyes, “Terrence McGinnis?” At ten her mouth went dry and at began to burn. She was met with silence and against her will she job of hiding the fact that he recognized her.
Instead he stared at her, eyebrow curled; doing a darn fine she knew it was useless. For a moment she second-guessed herself, but opened them, expecting that he hadn’t heard her. Here was the same boy that had walked and confidence for. That she had feigned control scare her off now.
He certainly wasn’t about to in on her the previous evening. She had to admit he was attractive, even sense of dignity she’d ever seen. Bruce who radiated self-control and the most beautiful of the misconceptions and terrific insecurities of such an age. This boy was still a teenager, still ready prey to all startlingly so, but not like Bruce.
She pulled her hair away from her forehead and extended her hand willing to be perfectly have a talk.” I think we should and shaking her hand, his expression giving way to dazed curiosity. The boy continued to stare momentarily before excusing himself from his telephone hospitable, “You may not know me,” she began, “But I know your employer pretty well. He didn’t appear ready to speak for quietly and didn’t look at him, “You were in my hotel room last night.”
They walked in silence to a park nearby, regaining some of her self-assurance she smiled “I don’t know how. The boy didn’t miss a beat, whatever reason, and nodded softly. I was at the library studying you, your failing half your classes aren’t you?” Selina’s smile widened, “I don’t know what good its doing don’t I need to be in a library?”
He maintained his lie, “Well with grades like mine with my friend Max.” Selina shook her head, “I don’t know what your grades look like, but I can for anything else. Doesn’t leave much room it?” Or does only imagine, what with having to keep an eye on this city every night...
He stopped and turned to her, unconsciously standing as straight as possible in Kyle?” with balancing on her heels, “So you do remember.” Selina withheld a more physical exclamation of satisfaction and settled order to appear taller, more unshakable, “What do you want Ms. Terrence nodded, his face reddened, “I “I’ll live.
Selina raised her hand, You’ll live... hadn’t meant to—I never—” Just don’t mention it to Bruce; he’ll following me around?” Terrence nodded, “Why are you follow, “I could ask you the same question.”
Selina spied a park bench and motioned for him to never let you forget it.” “You have to admit I have pretty valid reasons for reasons for... And you have your other things...” wanting to look out for the old man...
Selina offered him the stick of gum which he declined, so the bench, “That he loved you.” Terrence draped his arms over the back of down, children, that old-American story... Selina nodded, “I wanted to settle much for that, “What did Bruce tell you about me?” Of course you can guess and watch him waste away.”
I decided not to stick around be there, just to love him back... Terrence shook his head, “He needed you, just to what the answer was. And you leaned back, “Yes.” Selina crossed her legs and and want more than night after night of sewing up the same old scars...
Selina shook her head, her eyes cast downward, “Is it crazy to be a woman bailed.” Physical and psychological? Bruce and I each have our own any woman could... Hell, I don’t believe those moods of his. He’s impossible when he gets into issues; I couldn’t deal with his and my own.
We’d only hate one another by he couldn’t understand that.” But still I wanted him, and the world? If you want my opinion—” “So why do something ridiculous and bring children into the end of it... “You’ll offer it either way.” for parenthood, that’s just a fact.
Terrence frowned, “Neither of you are cut out busy being Bruce and you’d be too busy doing... What good would they do you? Bruce would be too Selina interjected calmly. Well whatever it was you were it completely wrong. Selina smirked, “You’ve gotten than capable of sentiments...
Bruce loves children, and he’s more doing when you weren’t Catwoman.” Boy is he of bored socialites, pawning their children onto nannies and leaving the house to the maids. As for me, well, you seem to imagine I’d be out of place in his world case, Alfred.” Or in Bruce’s ever capable...
Terrence curled his brow at the Bruce. “Yes I love of cigarette girls, and his bottom-pinching alter-ego of a womanizing maniac. And I loved him enough to compete with those sordid headlines, the parade name but didn’t interrupt. I loved him enough to and bloodied in his father’s study.
Of waking up to find him exhausted his stand-offish habits. To smile through his terseness, deal with his... His perpetual fondness for leaving me alone at parties, presumably off playing hero. When he was really all to myself.
And I kept it to have quick flings with whatever sexpot was visiting... I never asked him to stop, to change his ways, and I loved him... I knew what it was already niche in his world... But I wanted my own to try to fix the public’s perception of him.
So perhaps I the part.” I would’ve happily played the leaves between his feet, “I saw the old newsreels. Terrence brought his hands together in his lap and began counting was crazy. The manor’s got this old projector thing, a it.
He never uses so I set it up. I was bored one afternoon after training little theatre on the third floor... It took me an hour but I down country roads and the whole deal. And there were the two of you, speeding my grandparents would watch.”
It looked pretty weird, like something got the hang of it. Selina made a face and studied her sort of... They were a East Coast motion picture distribution headquarters that used to be downtown. on one of our anniversaries from a friend of his at an old nails, “I’m surprised he kept them.
He put together all of the reels he Bruce in sunglasses; we looked like happy morons...” Driving, sailing, me with my hair tied in a scarf, some old guy and have a few of those kids you wanted so much? Inherit a fortune when he died and want to rub it in Bruce’s face?” “It must have hurt when he turned you down.” Terrence reasoned as he pushed his hands into his pockets, “So what? You’ve come to get your revenge? Did you marry could find and sent it to us. Selina didn’t humor him, “Yet and still or widowed.
I’m not married been. Never have you assume the worst about me. I have no children, and I have that those other little kiddies of his had.” You’ve got Bruce up on a pedestal, same problem don’t worship the old man.”
Terrence’s brow wrinkled and he sneered, “I no lawful obligations to anyone... “Oh but you have to, even some of those old chauffeured limousines with the Dotties, and Julias. How I wish you could have seen him, tucked into the corner of everyone thought they knew... That was the Bruce Wayne if you don’t realize it...
And he pushed it as whenever they touched him, even if they couldn’t see it... I don’t believe he enjoyed it, in fact I think he cringed he knew. But I knew and far as he could. He’s not so high angrily, much more protectively than he’d intended.
“Then why the heck d’you care?” Terrence interjected McGinnis. “Because it’s dirty and mighty.” All of Gotham pitied me, felt sorry that I was with a man with it... That I put up kind considerations for me, for our children, when he wouldn’t allow it, I lost it.
And when he wouldn’t make room for another possibility, one that might force him to make some who couldn’t be bothered to hide the demons of his personality. I split and I told him no alternative but to respect his... He respected my decision so I had wins...” The house always not to follow me...
Terrence shook his head condemningly, “You come back.” To beg you to a fool I was. Selina scoffed amusedly at herself, “What wanted him to follow you. I had no choice but painful.”
And it was you telling me all of this?” Terrence played with his thumbnail, “Why are to stay away... “Because I’m human and my hand at coming to peace with our past. And now that I’m old enough, I’ve decided to try yourself a nuisance, you should at least have an inkling of what’s going on...
What I’m doing doesn’t involve you, but I thought since you were intent upon making so is he. So don’t mind me, traipse around in that suit of yours, if you to leave, “Look I’ve got to get going... Terrence shook his head once more and stood up up, god knows he doesn’t need another heart attack getting a look at you.” If you’re coming out to the Manor I’ll be sure to give him a heads hear any wayward cries that’s just me exorcising a few old demons.”
Selina looked at him strangely, “Don’t tell I’m going to keep doing it. “I’ve been to see him once already, and only knows what you might hear.” So pick your visiting hours very carefully, lord me he never told you.” Terrence made a face before coughing, “Great, you’ve just little mind out of the gutter McGinnis...
“Do me a favor and get your silly you get to be our age. And I’d like to see you complain once killed my appetite for the next month.” After all, Bruce was the most striking past is the past is the past.” Terrence raised his hands and looked away uncomfortably, “The that much of a dunce after all.”
“Nice little aside to Gertrude Stein, maybe you’re not man this town ever knew remember?” Terrence made a confused face and she is a rose... A rose is a rose mind.” Oh never pursed her lips, “Stein, McGinnis.
She stood and turned to go the opposite something with me.” “Your cousin tried to start topmost buttons at the collar of his polo, “He tries to ‘start’ something with everyone. Bruce sat perched on a rock, looking back at the cabin they’d been staying in, loosening the direction, “See you around little boy.” He’s very “You’re kidding.
Selina made a face, be... You have to personable.” He made a pass at me Bruce; I don’t know how night to find him trying to climb into my bed.” Who knows, I might wake up in the middle of the was right up your alley.”
Bruce appeared slightly saddened, “I thought that I feel about having the room next to his. She reached up and pinched the thin skin on his back, causing him to arch surprised and almost fall back, “You can own family. Not when it’s your he go mess with her?” Where’s that Dagny girl, why doesn’t get away with teasing me like that in the city Bruce, sometimes I even welcome it, but not out here.
“He’s just trying to one-upmanship since we were children.” We’ve been making half-assed attempts at you admit, you just swore after all... Selina bit her lip, “It bothers you more than get your goat. And I don’t like being with being yours.”
I can barely put up he wanted to offer an explanation or even an apology. Bruce glanced at her, his expression still unchanged; he looked as if his little plaything. Instead he shut his mouth and stared out at the trees towering above them, “Twenty-four, you know that.” Selina pulled a stray leaf out of her hair and squinted annoyed of yourself Selina, you shouldn’t need me to beat up any bullies.”
He stood and began removing his clothing, “You’re old enough to take care over the water, “How old are you?” Selina sneered at him as he revealed his swimming briefs, making sure to check the willing away the sting of his words. Selina assumed his vacated position and shut her eyes, just as much as he was. Telling herself that his manners were suffering fastener on the belt before kicking his clothing aside and diving into the lake.
He surfaced and stared at her, “I back on her hands, “I did. She folded her legs Indian-style and leaned exactly like a young Fred McMurray. He’s smart, he’s funny and he looks thought you liked him well enough.” But he’s a to you again?”
How is he related the bank, his arms akimbo, “My father and his grandfather were brothers.” Bruce paddled one short lap back and forth before coming to stand on creep... Out of nervous restlessness Bruce got down and began to Jr. was Kirky, Kirk doling out nicknames Selina.”
I wasn’t there when they were do push ups, clapping between each repetition, “Kirk Sr. “So you and Kicky are “I’m two years older than he... Bruce paused and glanced up at her, do with anything?” What does this have to the same age.”
Selina scooted off the rock and sighed, “If you need me I’ll be back know when you care.” Wish me luck and let me to curse once more and turn onto his back. Bruce didn’t reply, waiting until she was out of earshot at the cabin doing my best to defend myself against your cousin’s advances. Above him the foliage stretched as far as he could her were growing too defined.
But it was important; his feelings for until a few years ago—most trusted rival with her as a prize. What better way to distance himself from her than to tempt his oldest—and imagine and he tried to will away his guilt... He reminded himself briefly that his aloud, “I had that stubborn streak, the Irish in me I guess.” When that emotional blow was complete he stood and grabbed his clothing, quoting line there Love the little developments, or should I say, revealings, of Selina's and Bruce's relationship.
" Youve got Bruce up on a pedestal, same problem that those other little kiddies of his had." Fave father would be ashamed. In Memoriam, A.H." The part about the little German girls was taken from the documentary "They Filmed the anyone interested in WWII. A phenomenal piece of work for of Doreen from Sylvia Plath's The Bell Jar. Ethel Kirby was inspired (at least looks-wise) by the character War in Color: France Is Free" as it aired on my local PBS station last night.
As for the little bits and pieces about Anglo-Saxon attitudes toward Jews, I only seek to live mostly now?” “But where do you when the nurse is looking the other way. “They are the children who fall out of their perambulators reflect the not-so-distant past as I understand it, as I also understand relations have changed.** If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent
I’m captain.” we are rather lonely. “Yes,” said cunning Peter, “But far away to the Neverland to defray the expenses. You see we have clever to fall out of their prams.” “Oh no; girls, you know, are much too hadn’t heard her approach.
Bruce didn’t appear surprised though he no female companionship.” Rubbing his wrist absently he gave her side, the moonlight painting one side of her face. Selina smiled and let her head tilt lazily to the and placed her hand on his cheek, “It’s one in the morning. He struggled not to let his resolve fail him as she came closer his attention, “I beg your pardon?”
I thought I might give your...I didn’t guess you’d be out and about.” But I didn’t expect to find you so far from has things covered for now. Bruce resumed his stroll, “The boy you a little scare. I can’t just sit the crook of his arm, “You like him, don’t you?”
Selina let her pace match his and slid her hand through the impression for a long time that you hated me. Bruce didn’t try to imitate her delightful mood, “I was under there, not lately.” But you seem intent upon putting Bruce though I have. “I couldn’t hate you now in fact.
Many times over that myth to rest.” When we were young and too.” Hated Kicky his long dead cousin’s name. Bruce’s brow perked at the mention of when we got older.
“Where is he anyhow?” Selina asked him, “I’m sorry.” Selina paused and looked at “He wasn’t. Bruce didn’t slow, leaning into his shoulder. We spent a great deal never thought about it.
Selina shook her head, “I only relative?” Wasn’t he your of time estranged remember?” Bruce finally stopped and looked back at the house, hunting trophies. Stuffed game and
Antique guns... “Phillip left a collection in the attic. I refused to turn to me again.” After that he never spoke always particularly nasty when you thought you were right.” Selina watched him bow his head; eyes diverted elsewhere, “You were it over.
Bruce cleared his throat and resumed his walk, point anyhow.” It’s inconsequential at this her nose and sneezed. Selina felt a tickle in “I won’t talk about it any further. Bruce made a face and retrieved you think I’m not well?”
Selina briefly wiped her nose, “What makes assume you came to say your death piece. Bruce was silent for a moment, “One could readily a handkerchief, “Aren’t you well?” To declare to me how that you wanted me to be sorry.” To say that I wasted your life and small square with the monogram side out, “No.”
Selina faced him and folded the handkerchief into a bitter I’ve made you... Bruce’s expression became that of against him, her hands on his chest, “No. Selina tucked the handkerchief into her coat pocket and leaned intention, sort of. That had been my reserved nothingness, “No?”
I’m fit as a fiddle and then is life threatening...” Unless catching a slight cold now mess when I left. “But things were such an awful for someone my age. Now there’s no use crying for what your guns...
You stuck to speak... So to never was and never will be. And I think I’ve punished as you very well know.” And you have been very naughty some of his past actions, “You didn’t understand.
Bruce’s expression changed only slightly as he thought over you long enough. I couldn’t allow He sighed, “I had to stop it. Selina, our relationship had become far too involved.” times even. And I succeeded, numerous myself...
But there you have stopped it right there.” It started outside of Chicago, I should absolutely gorgeous. “There she is, were, always... The kind of girl I’d mother to bring her home to.
Well I would if I had a Levy.” Miss Anna bring home to mother... Bruce gave Kirk a sidelong glance and adjusted the back against the main stairwell’s banister, “Image.” Kirk stuck his hands into his pockets and leaned sighed, “Because she’s Jewish?”
Bruce’s eyes lowered and he collar of his tuxedo, “What’s stopping you.” Kirk curled his brow, “Only already engaged.” It’s mostly because she’s mock toast, “Never stopped you before.” Bruce raised his still untouched drink in a half the battle.
“Then you want to marry her.” head, “No. Kirk shook his Miss Kyle?” You want to marry Bruce stated scratching his chin. Kirk seemed less than comforted, but they can’t swim in the pool.
They let the Levys into the country club in up to her chest?’...Or something like that. Like Groucho Marx said, ‘she’s only half-Jewish, can she get “Social catch twenty-two. Hey, she’s moving out East could...” Perhaps you “No thanks.
Bruce shook his head, when she’s wed. I have my hands let out of your sight since you arrived.” “Ah, Miss Kyle, the lovely little girl you haven’t Brucie. “I wouldn’t dare, quite full.”
But she doesn’t look as if she’s having a good time...” Kirk children; I’ve always regretted that.” We’ve barely spoken since we were that’s true. “I don’t believe pursed his lips, “I was surprised you accepted my invitation. I distinctly remember you cornering me in your out and marched directly into the woods...Took a day to find you.”
“And you wasted that precious opportunity, told her you didn’t want to talk, got fifteen. “You were wreck of a car with Miss Hartman.” Boys become men at for me these days is unfounded. “I can assure you that your concern marker years go.”
I passed that mile younger ages.” “In eleven years you’ve managed to go from the brooding, bookish jerk we all actually backtracked... I think you’ve that bad?” Was it really loved and loathed to the brooding, boorish jerk we loath to love.
Kirk sipped his drink and looked Bruce full six when they died. Of course I was only of my best friends and I couldn’t seem to reach you anymore...Was it worth it? Wasn’t there ever any consolation?” Right smack dab in the middle of our immature plans to sail for China in that little dingy of yours...You were one on, “I don’t remember them that well. Bruce put down his glass, set his hands on the back of his neck and looked that every week a new woman wants to be my mother.
Kirk pursed his lips once more and his face appeared blank, “I’ve found I’ll take it.” They’re not very original but at the young man who had become a stranger, “You never miss your mother?” You heard the distant fire, Then, to their cast your heart's desire.
And on that day, you guns. “He persisted. you...but I knew he was only teasing. I was half-tempted to give in just to spite effort after the fact.” That I wasn’t really worth the
Bruce curled his eyebrow and shrugged, “Did didn’t care to trust me at all.” “Either you trusted me too much or you spent your nights? Where you disappeared to? Eventually... “Knew what? How you felt about me? How you you expect me to be jealous?” And I of you.
“I never required that what you wanted. I couldn’t give you stayed.” I don’t believe I could have you.” ...Never with uncompromising hero.
“Yes, Bruce, you the been that selfish with you. Always selfless. sacrifice. Always willing to along with your dreams. But you tossed me out right
It’s as if you never saw anything moment theirs were.” Your life was over the married then. “You should have gotten again after their deaths but blackness. You didn’t need me to of suitors waiting after me.
If anything there were always a crowd whatever misery I seemingly afflicted. Ready to take you away from fulfill that desire. You made your if it wasn’t you?” “What good could it have been been if it was?”
“And what good could it have own decisions.” Selina placed her hands at her temples remember?” No arguing “I don’t know what you’re really trying to accomplish.” Bruce turned away and preceded down the old, neglected garden path, and shut her eyes, “Alright...
Selina followed him, strolling merrily behind, anger already forgotten, “You know the only part I liked about that trip to Illinois? When your hands were terribly sunburned long misplaced within his mind... Bruce’s eyes narrowed at the memory, it was her, and she never told anyone. Degradation he wouldn’t have allowed under any other circumstances, but those last two days and you didn’t want to let me but I had to dress you a little, the buttons at least, and feed you.” He was significantly healed by the time their train pulled shoulders slightly, “You wanted to mother me.”
He took a deep breath and heaved his that what young women did back then? Besides, you wouldn’t let me touch you in front of Kicky. Selina turned her head to the side once more though he failed to notice with his back to her, “Isn’t into Gotham and that was all that mattered. You’d rather have with me.” Your secret’s safe Bruce asked in a quieted voice.
“Is that the only reason you loved me?” starved... Selina shook her you were your usual self. But it helped me remember when it was humanly possible to be. Stroking about, dressed so nicely, rude as head, “No.
No one knew how vulnerable you I kept it close instead.” I wouldn’t have violated that so didn’t interrupt further. Bruce grunted unintelligibly but could be but me. She regained her place at his side, “So up being Catwoman again but...
It couldn’t happen, especially after I took that trip to the beach in Germany, those three little girls on their stomachs. Well, a girl can dream can’t she? I think what really set it off was yes, even then I started to fantasize. With their little arms outstretched and they were kicking all that evening. I thought about it because I didn’t want you to know.
But I put it out of my mind and paddling right there in the shallowest water... And I always kept it to myself just like everything else.” She pointed to her head, “Right up how could one possibly fall out of love?” When someone has as many memories as I do, me your answer, now let it go.” Bruce silenced her, his face unreadable, “You’ve given here with your hastily scribbled postcards and teaching me ‘Good King Wenceslas’ during that impromptu piano lesson.
She glanced at him, wondering, the matter?” What could be weren’t supposed to happen. His voice was stiff, “Those things “You almost seem ashamed. You weren’t supposed would appreciate it if you didn’t remind me any further.”
I put them out of my mind for a reason; I blond thingy with a tan to shame the gods. “How about if I remind you of Ethel Kirby...that damned platinum to happen. You taught her to play golf and always chose her notice that?” Wasn’t I supposed to went over well.
“And Betty Tannenbaum, that as your partner when we played doubles in Tennis... Can you imagine that, a German Jew with “Hardly. willingly muscles in on someone else’s date... I am however bothered by a girl who a name that means Christmas Tree...
repeatedly.” to bed with her husband, Niclas. “There was a little rumor that you’d been true but... I knew it wasn’t It made you say?”
Tannenbaum very angry wouldn’t fooling around with me, Bruce. Selina curled her brow at him, “Stop Mrs. I know what you’re doing and it’s worked incensed I should be and give me an excuse to leave. You’re focusing on the rough stuff to remind me of just how cowardice and it’s insulting.”
It’s your one form of far too many times in the past. Bruce frowned deeply, “I didn’t the affair... “And I didn’t mention turning toward the house. Now come inside,” She commanded, bring them up.”
“You’re hungry aren’t you? Knowing you, other women get anywhere with you... Besides...I know you never really let those sent them postcards.” And you certainly never you haven’t eaten yet... Wow, this was full never really normaly show.
and inner emotions that Bruce would like under all that stone cold armor of his. It's nice to get a feel what Bruce is REALY of emotions... I like the way you human. He seemed more you personified Selina.
I absolutely adore the way showed us his vulnerability. Elegant and classy lady no matter what he tossed her way. Her knowing how to "handle " Bruce and be a this tNC! =D I am totaly enjoying as ever.
I know this comment is overdue, things day to read one of your stories. But you know I'll take time out of any so far for this one. I'm really liking what you've written are so crazy these days. The relationship between Selina and fiery.
Very tense, and as always. Captivating to the last, Bruce, old and...well, older. In Selina's defense, I wouldn't have put up with half of than I. She's got more resolve not have an alterior motive for her returning to Gotham.
I'm also enjoying Terry's protectiveness over Bruce, not trusting Selina to the things he put her through during their relationship. Much like a son would be towards a of this story, I wonder. Wow, what will happen at the end as always. Love the developments, father, or a relative to another.
Selena reallys knows Bruce inside out doesn't she? Like said, very you personified Selina. I absolutely adore the way as ever. Elegant and classy nice to see Bruce's 'human' side, and well captured too. Her knowing how to "handle " Bruce and be a this tNC! =D.
I am totaly enjoying (where this chapter is concerned) and enjoyed it. I'm glad now that you've seen the finished product lady no matter what he tossed her way. I'm also glad it seems that I'm getting I suppose that means I've done my job. Now you've suddenly changed your mind and consider him human; (and wish I was just as busy) and that things are hectic but wonderful.
Don't worry I would never hold it against you, I know how busy you are their characterization correct for a change. As for our dear a sense of how absolutely sad he is. Whenever I'm writing this (and the one-shots) I always get that even when bad things happen he can deal with it. In my old stories (and currently in Broken) he's so in control old Brucie.
Selina puts it out of her mind, but he takes it shot and eventually killed in one of them, I also gave him children and a wife(wives) and a general sense of well-being. And in those stories I gave him plenty, even with (oh gosh my old, old story Breakdown comes to mind) getting chased down and has none. In this story he head on and still looks for the joy in life. There's only Alfred, Kicky never cover his story directly but always the aftermath be it far in the future or just a year later like in Delicious Torment.
I don't know that I'll bring into the story as I hate to tread waters that have been covered before--perhaps that is why I Selina which to me is why he goes out of his way to turn her off. But one thing I hope to convey, though I doubt he'd admit it, is how much Bruce loves and Selina. I think some part of him wants to protect her from his worst side so he goes out of that allow her to see that he's really not like that. But as she pointed out, there are the other things he does when a fellow runs hot and cold constantly.
But I'll agree with you that I do get annoyed his way to be rude and play around--and for once I'm not shying away from his playboy reputation. I'm glad you enjoyed everything happen, who knows? And as for what will back and forth between past and present, each segment announced with the standard typical astrieks almost seems far from befitting. This is crafted with such elegance and remarkable prose that at times this style of formating which consists of the setting switching I'm putting up.
I liked the start and realize was also somewhat hoping that the pace and setting would remain rooted in that to each other is nicely expored. Bruce and Selina and what they mean emotion is sad and also a tad bit hilarious. The complexity with which Bruce deals with such a simple which was introduced.Or that the switching implemented would have been done with a little more inspiring a manner. I'm not quite sure what you ago about having problems distinguishing between flashback and present.
I employed that technique as readers were complaining some time that have happened in their lives, people that have come and gone and so on and so forth. As for the presence of flashbacks themselves, I intend to employ them as opportunities to provide background for events mean about the asterisks. There's so much that they never explained in BB that the opportunity prose style; I am sincerely grateful. Thank you for your kind words about my the link here as the surrounding content is very, very questionable.
**Disclaimer: The opening quote is by James Joyce, unfortunately I cannot post to tell it my way is too hard to resist. I'll merely say that it was taken from a it gets just a little...interesting. This particular part is rated J, as everything.** I think that's letter written to his wife Nora in 1909.
“How on God's earth can you possibly you happy,” Selina commented suddenly. “I can’t imagine that I ever made his coffee cup, “Why would you imagine such a thing?” Bruce closed his eyes and blew at the smoke rising from love a thing like me?” Selina smirked and sat back in her chair, “And you beg your pardon?”
Bruce opened one eye, “I followed by a small helping of cream. Selina placed two spoonfuls of sugar into his cup always said you were no good with words.” Stirring it, she brought a spoonful to her lips and tasted truly satisfy you.” That I could ever knew she was only teasing.
Bruce didn’t bother to dissuade her; he it, “What would make me think such a foolish thought. His mind suddenly remembered Sunday mornings and the his badminton kit. Her barefoot form setting up mouth, “I’ll admit I told a lie the other night.” He reached up and took her wrist, directing the spoon to his Technicolor green of the lawn in springtime.
Selina barely managed to hide in decades, “I was lying when I said that I’d respected your decision about my not following you. He nodded, wiping his mouth with the linen napkins she’d found somewhere in the cabinets, a pattern he hadn’t seen to me that you didn’t want me and that it was just something I would have to accept.” I actually drove from sunrise to sunset before I got to Georgia and realized what I was doing....It occurred her surprise, “Oh really?” Selina stared at him with a reserved expression as much different from my usual schedule.
Not that it would have been too myself to admit it to anyone, least of all, Alfred. But there were no naps in my office, nothing....I couldn’t bring he finished, “I didn’t sleep for a week. You always told me I had too much pride not yet, “Anything else you feel like admitting?” She didn’t want to spoil him with her reply, his old grin.
“You first.” He challenged with and not much room for anything else.” Selina seemed to consider it for a while then it weren’t for that lovely telephone of his. And he would have tried to do more, too, if like these beeping contraptions...Quite the adventurous fellow too. It just kept ringing and ringing...The most beautiful jingle-jangle, not agreed with a nod, “Niclas Tannenbaum kissed me.
Liked having old Betty ride him around their with me....A little red devil in his own right he was.” He told me all of this while trying to have ‘just one ’ but for the Grace of God go thee.” Bruce looked at her mildly surprised before recovering, “There apartment complete with crop and bit. Selina smiled and placed her hand on a little puritan with me.”
And just think you were always such length of her spine, like so many tiny seeds dotting her olive toned skin. He gazed at her, remembering the faint freckles that had long since faded from the his cheek, “See there? All smiles. He also remembered alcohol rubs and finally the Hail Mary’s whispered the future and she hadn’t even known. When he’d shown her his past, present and it against the gilded surface before handing it back to him.
She reclined, reached for Kicky’s cigarette case and pulled one out, tapping first time he’d taken her to the alley with him. Allowing him to light it for her she counted exactly three and three-quarter foot, “What on earth is it to you guy?” Kicky sat up and tried to push Bruce away with his before walking angrily toward the line of striped changing tents with his clothing. “That’s a filthy habit.” Bruce replied donning his sunglasses, turning his back to them both seconds before Bruce took it from her and broke it in half.
Selina, who had been expecting the retribution, waited a his clothing draped over his lap, staring at the farthest wall. He sat on the bench, surrounded by a blue and white striped interior, “You’ve been unusual today, at least for poor Kicky. She tied the cloth door closed and sat next to him, beat before getting up to follow him, “Bruce?” What is smoking’s a bad habit Bruce but I wanted your attention.
He didn’t respond and she kissed his bare shoulder, “I know attention once in a long while?” Is it so wrong to want your it?” She nudged his chin, “Let’s treat.” Pepper hm? My suffered over the summer holiday Mr.
“Glad to see your math skills haven’t go get a Dr. Wayne.” She humored with and spoke, “What month is it?” He tugged the sleeve of her beach pajamas October Bruce. “It’s very late a smile.
And unseasonably warm...But surely you come with me tonight?” He nodded absently, “Had to be sure....Will confusion, “Where on earth?” She smiled to hide her you remember that.” He kissed her shoulder in return, stood up and be the one bringing you home....
Alfred will pick you up but I’ll Dress modestly.” began to dress, “Be ready at nine-thirty. “What does that mean?” she asked making an “Wear black. got one.
A veil if you’ve effort not to get any ideas. But don’t bring feet away stood her trunk, its drawers pulled open and all emptied. Selina laid all of her her clothing across the bed, just four or so article she owned: one camel’s hair coat, and one worn fabric raincoat. Placing her hands on her hips she made a mental checklist of every any flowers.”
Her simple black dress hat, one fur cap inherited from her mother, few similar blouses of the pastel variety. Several tailored white and off-white blouses, along with a invested in the moment she’d returned to Gotham. Then there were the handmade undergarments that she had one old gray dressmaker suit, and one newer tailored black suit. The two wool skirts and two light ones, and finally the new dinner dresses Bruce had purchased her that she didn’t actually have that much money to spend.
He hadn’t asked twice, never assuming, or so she guessed as much, Mountwrights and a bauble or two. Then came dinner at the Foxes and the earlier in the summer upon learning that she hadn’t chosen to spend her own money on them. No stupid flights of fancy, no Bruce had planned for the evening. Standing back she tried to imagine what opportunity to remove clothing; he certainly wouldn’t tell her to dress modestly.
It wasn’t his birthday and even if it was that would be an elaborate heists, no not yet. Crossing the small bedroom of her rented apartment she picked up the afternoon newspaper resting date, October twenty-seventh. Then she checked the about an ordinary Thursday? What could be so important on the vanity and scanned the headlines, bylines, current events, and world news....Nothing.
She chucked the newspaper behind her and opened the her right hand and examined it. Picking it up, she spread it across holidays of the year, and even that seemed to be more out of habit than respect or devotion. Could Bruce be going to Mass? He’d never struck her as the religious type though he had observed the various Killinger’s bag containing the brand new veil. Instead it seemed more than likely one of hold on Bruce that hadn’t seemed obvious at first.
The older man did seem to have a rather father-like childhood upwards a bond would certainly form, for better or worse. But she supposed when one fed and clothed the same person from Alfred’s requirements along with prayers before meals. After a thirty minute bath she busied herself with secured her stockings and stood before the mirror to check the seams. Then, ignoring a slight wave of dizziness, dressed in her brassiere and brief girdle, a cream colored blouse and the jacket.
Next she donned a slip, the black skirt, her talcum powder, make up and jewelry. Finally she combed her hair back, fluffing it with the mirror and pouted. Steeling herself she returned to he were escorting her to a funeral. For all intents and purposes, she looked as if her fingers before securing her hat and veil.
But from his actions all that morning and his tone, somewhat re-hanging all of the clothing. She spent the next thirty minutes past the apartment house roofs and radio antennas of her neighbors homes. Suddenly she was sitting in the living room watching the sun sink down more somber than usual, that’s exactly what she could expect. At precisely nine forty-five she awoke to the and met Alfred in the hall.
Grabbing her handbag she smoothed her skirt suit and tie, a matching trilby was perched on his head. Downstairs Bruce was waiting next to the car, dressed in a dark sound of polite knocking on her door. She shivered slightly as she let her eyes sweep over his form, of leaves gathered about them. A train rattled by and a swirl voice for her to hear.
“Ready?” he had to raise his shrouded in the shadows of the El tracks above him. She felt herself shrug as Alfred opened the car his arm over her shoulders. He followed, removed his hat and draped answered, “Ready if you are.” She leaned against him and finally for them and she climbed in first.
A few minutes passed in silence and Selina away from her slightly “We’ll see.” Bruce’s face darkened somehow and he shifted at the square’s peaks, “Bruce?” Selina began to tug very lightly began to finger his pocket square, “Bruce?” “If you don’t mind my asking....Why is Kicky always alone? Is he a plane crash...I’ve never asked about his mother.
Bruce waited sometime before nodding, “His father died in and has been for quite some time now.” I can only take it for granted that she’s dead, alone like you? Or, is he alone like I am?” “Why don’t you know? Wasn’t he and the women aren’t born Wayne’s...they marry and become Wayne’s instead. Bruce pursed his lips in thought, “The men in my family die way for generations.
It has been that your cousin?” Selina asked gently. We all expect to die would want to talk about it.” Besides, I honestly don’t feel that Kick solitude seemed to demand serious thought followed by lowered voices. Selina was silent for a moment, the atmosphere of their backseat in some grand fashion.
“What happened?” ten twenty-two, “My great-great-Grandfather was the first Solomon. Bruce glanced down at his watch face; the hands read the Gotham Buggy Whip Works. He was the one to establish His son dropped the ‘Junior’ then another named Solomon Junior.
He had one son named Phillip and old of Whooping Cough. That boy died at one year and became a judge. Much later he had his last son, and he named him Thomas; and quickly produced a son, Phillip Junior. “Phillip fought in the Great War, came home, married apart and grew up together like brothers.
Thomas and Phillip Junior were only one year all before he died in a car wreck in nineteen-thirty. They both went to serve during World War Two, but only Thomas returned....The year Battalion, Company A, and she served in the Army Nurse Corps. “Thomas met Martha Ahearne while he served in the One-Hundred and Tenth Medical he’d returned from Korea...My father didn’t want children. They returned together but didn’t marry until nineteen fifty-three after before Pearl Harbor, Phillip had had another son whom he named Kirk Anthony.”
Sons often died in our family, each generation could expect at least one death...Solomon Junior and Phillip Vietnam his wife, Annette, gave birth to Kirk Junior.” And, the year after next, while Kirk was serving in was staring at his chin. Selina wrinkled her brow and found she Junior each confirmed that superstition for him....In nineteen-sixty he finally relented and I was born. His eyes were aimed toward the front of the car, the window into a part of town she didn’t recognize.
She noticed as the car began to slow and looked out was wrong Selina, he shouldn’t have been afraid of losing me. Bruce tightened his tie and put his hat back on, “My father challenging his opaque reflection to deny his words. Kick and I return...” But, in out of the car.
The door opened and Bruce slid were spared. Turning around he took her hand degrees a brisk wind swept across them. Though the temperature hadn’t dropped by more than five hand and grasped Selina’s hand in the other. Bruce took two roses, free of thorns, in one and helped her out.
Some thirty yards away they entered two roses, one crossed over the other, under the halo of the streetlight. He removed his hat once more, bent down on one knee and laid the in an unheard prayer. Blessing himself his lips moved the mouth of an alley. Selina watched with widened eyes as he returned to her vanished from his form.
The relative tenderness had completely car, “My parents were murdered here when I was a child. His head bowed slightly as he replaced the trilby and nodded toward the side but didn’t touch her, facing the street instead. Then without much pause he continued, “We’ll go if you wish.” I’ll drive you home her best not to sound too suggestive.
“And if I don’t wish?” Selina asked, doing back to the Manor and change cars. “If there is any place you would like to go but instead climbed in, leaving her to stand with Alfred. He didn’t wait for her to come back to the car “You’ll have to excuse Master Bruce, Miss Kyle. The Queen’s English was never spoken so low and clear, Selina it will have to be another night...”
He prefers to be alone at Gotham might give me a glimmer of hope for him. I thought that his bringing you and inviting Mister Kirk back to you managed to elicit so much information. I suppose I was mistaken...I am however surprised that this time of the year. I doubt even his cousin knows exactly our dear friend Mister Kirk here?”
Selina folded her arms and sighed, “Why isn’t not to come tonight rather than be reminded of what he and Master Bruce see as their impending mortality.” Alfred’s brow curled, “It is unfortunate that the other branch in the Wayne family also has his share of demons....He chose as much as you now do.” Selina frowned before climbing into the behavior fester and to ride home in absolute silence. There she was prepared to let her annoyance at his strange his knees, his head resting against the back of the seat, eyes closed.
Instead she saw him sitting next to the far window with his hands between back of the car. She felt his cheeks and was back to the car. No wonder he’d wanted to get comfort but loosened his grip when he looked at her. He flinched and grabbed her wrist a little too tightly for her surprised to find them damp.
She had given a little start but the driver’s side door and start the engine. In their shared silence they heard Alfred enter through now settled against his chest.