Dead Drop

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Normally, when Roman wanted to schedule an appointment with someone, he usually carved the date, time, and place of the meeting onto the corpse of a loved one/associate. Unfortunately, he had to be a bit more subtle. With Brucey's weak stomach, he'd probably vomit all over the corpse, pass out, then someone would come in and find one of the models he dated dead and draped across his desk, the cops would get involved, and things would get messy.

Well, messier.

So, this time he had to be just a touch more subtle, which was kind of annoying since he really really wanted to burn part of Gotham to ground after The Batman had barged in unexpectedly and given him a rather sound beating.

Bastard.

At least he had the Albanians to take his rage out on. Over the last month, he had quite emphatically squashed the small group, and taken over their operations in the north east. And lucky for him, he knew a place that was great for rounding up women that he could then sell to the highest bidder. Perhaps he'll shelve those plans to destroy Selina's shelter after all...

But back to Bruce, who was simply left a cellphone on his desk at work. It's previous owner wouldn't be needing it anyway, poor girl. But, later that night, Bruce would get a call on that phone, with a recording telling him where to bring the money that night.

And currently at that location, a rather run down mill in a long since abandoned industrial complex, the Black Mask was waiting.

Don't be late, Bruce.

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"You saved my life, you know," he admits, rubbing a thumb over the back of her hand. "Next time we fight, remember that."

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"Not at all."

Selina doesn't believe she saved anything today. At least not right now. It is hard for her to see beyond the blood and his death, his preceived death. "We're not even even yet."

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His blue eyes open a bit more widely, and he brings her hand to his lips. "Call Alfred, please," he advises as they're taken into a treatment room. "After getting stitched up. He'll be worried."

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"I'll call him."

The smiles toward him, the expression not entirely reaching her eyes as she does so.

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The medical staff are now at the point where separating Bruce from Selina is a good idea, and a wan PA gives the former thief a look before noting, "Miss Kyle, we really should look at that wound in your arm while Mr. Wayne has X-rays and a CT scan. I promise we'll have you taken care of by the time he's back on the floor."

Bruce flicks a smile at the solicitous tone in the voice of the physician's assistant and tells Selina, "Which means a few hours, knowing hospital time," with a little dryness in his tone. "Don't forget to call Holly. And Selina?"

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"I'll call Holly and Leslie and Alfred." Selina squeezes his hand, trying to trust that the hospital doesn't have anyone in it that wishes them harm. Letting him go is challenging and the assistant is solidly ignored for the moment.

"Yes?"

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He barely says it loudly enough to be heard, but he says it, and he looks right at her when he does. "I love you."

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Selina's eyes darken with what might, perhaps, be a warning of tears. Bruce is pulled toward his tests and Selina is pulled toward where she will get stitches and flashbulbs go off. There will be a lot of speculation as to the events that have occured but the expression on her face leaves little doubt as to if she returns the sentiment.

Verbalizing it now, however, feels a little too much like a goodbye, still, "....love you," can be read on her lips.