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THE GODDOM BOTMON ([personal profile] botmon) wrote in [community profile] pivot2013-10-04 05:54 pm

( just the thought of being close to you it's incomparable )

This time, Bruce didn't follow Selina. Fate brought them to be in the same country and in the same city. Tuscany was beautiful this time of year, and Bruce, one to travel, had wanted to re-visit an old memory.

Staying (but barely) in the Grand Hotel Minerva, he'd gone on his sight-seeing, visiting old hideouts that he had once enjoyed as a billionaire playboy, picking up odd pieces that would serve as souvenirs that he'd ship back to Alfred in Gotham. He didn't speak much to Alfred, much preferring to keep himself completely off the grid and off many radars. He didn't want to reveal that he hadn't gotten his shit together just yet, either.

He'd collected a few for Selina with no intention of sending them to her. He had a feeling that the moment they arrived on her doorstep, she'd be onto her next destination. Tracking her since Canada had been difficult, and something he had constantly been at war with himself. Selina could handle herself, no doubt, but he worried about her; they worked best as a team, rather than two individual parts. He wanted to look out for her the best way he knew how — but that cowl stayed on that coat-hanger, back in his cave.

It was his second week in Tuscany that Bruce decided to let Selina know he was in town. He hadn't been following her, but sometimes, just as fate had brought them together, it had placed them in the exact same spots; he, a good distance away, she with her back to him, but he would always recognise the delicate slope of her neck and the way she held herself, as if she owned the world.

Fancy some company? Grand Hotel Minerva, 7pm.


He doubted that she hadn't turned a blind eye to him, either. They'd always been able to sense one another. But that sensing seemed to be a little off tonight. Sitting at a table, donned in one of his Bruce Wayne tuxes, he sat, with his back to the entrance, and a menu displayed out in front of him, waiting and wondering if perhaps he had her pegged right. He'd thought, back on that boat, that Selina had taken his invitation for companionship — an odd sort of friendship — in great stride, but she was always a difficult woman to read.

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