Gotham. One week after the events with Light.

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He'd stopped by to see Alfred, and dropped off some oatmeal raisin cookies Barbara made. He'd had to dodge some local paparazzi before he doubled back to his planned route. The Gotham media's been hounding the Wayne and Grayson homes looking to get news of the health of the Wayne family's newest heir since the epidemic broke, and it gets old fast.

He's got another small package to deliver, and it's with that in mind - and a host of other, more complex emotions tugging him every which way of late - that he finds himself at the door of Selina's apartment. The distinctive bike he rides is well hidden a few alleys back.

Ding, dong.

Hopefully she's home.

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She is home.

Selina's been hanging out around her place over the past week a bit more. The cats missed her and she them. And she's not at all sure about this moving in thing. Not that she and Bruce have talked about it yet.

And... Well. She's been here. It felt safer.

The expression she's wearing as she opens the door is safely sassy, which for her is the general replacement for showing no emotion at all.

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Dick doesn't dress like a guy with money. He's wearing his usual attire of blue jeans, a darker blue shirt - the top button left open - and a leather biking jacket. He returns the smile with an element of that same guarded feel about it. A package is tucked under his arm.

Hey.

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"Hey."

She pauses for a few moments, ".... You want to come in?"

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He hangs back for a moment, as if he's second-guessing coming here. Then, he reaching for the package under his arm.

I can come back if it's a bad time.

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"No... It isn't a bad time."

Selina pauses, "I'm ... I'm still working somethings out."

Isis mews at Dick as Selina steps out of the door way.

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She's not alone in that. The ripples created by the events of one day have spread far beyond what either of them could have imagined.

But as long as the cat's fed, and has a lap to sit on, all's right with the world, he muses, as he steps inside slowly, closing the door behind him and taking a moment to scritch the black cat behind the ears before he straightens and hands her the small package. It's warm to the touch, still.

Babs made these... she figured you could use some comfort food.

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As he starts to straighten, the little black cat leaps up to his shoulders, balancing there with practiced ease. He stands up straight and she rubs her face against his chin.

Taking the package, she comments, "Someone missed you."

Looking at the foor she pauses, "You.. She did?"

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Gypsy's going to hate me for a couple hours after I get home, he thinks, absently petting the cat with one hand.

It's good to be missed, I guess.

He looks at her.

Thankyou for watching over Mary.

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Pong has scampered somewhere away and Miu is looking at him over the arm rest of the couch.

Selina takes the food toward the kitchen, starting to open up the package. "It was something I could do."

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He gently plucks Isis from his shoulder, depositing her back on the floor as he follows her into the kitchen.

Selina...

He's at a loss for words.

If there's anything I can do...

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Isis makes an indignant mewing sound at him as she heads off across the carpet. As she works on opening the package, the ring catches the light - so many facets, if there is any light, it catches it.

"She isn't angry?" As if Selina has given Barbara reason to trust her over the years. Selina doesn't get along with other women well.

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Confusion flickers behind blue eyes.

I -- no... why would she be?

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"I stole her child from her."

Not permenantly but she knew what she was doing while she was doing it. She was willing to be the bad guy.

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Some part of her bristles at that. She can lie to people. She can do it very, very well.

She just hates doing it.

Selina doesn't move.

Not, until, she whispers, "Bruce wants children."

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.....

One look at him will tell her he's stopped dead in his mental tracks. No, not just stopped. He's derailed and he's tumbling down an embankment.

It might take a couple of minutes for him to find his voice.

....You're kidding.

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"I don't think he was when he said it."

Selina has gone back into that enforced nuetrality she had when he entered the placed.

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Just a short while ago, Bruce had called him, unsure whether he was going to even propose. Now this?

Some small part of his brain is demanding to know when the Pod People dropped in.

Breathe, Grayson. He looks away, not sure what the feeling in the pit of his stomach is. It refuses to be identified.

...so... how do you feel about that?

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......

Swallowing, she looks up at Dick. "Mostly terrified." There is wetness glimmering in her eyes.

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Dick steps a little closer, concerned.

And what do you want?

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"I'm still trying to absorb everything."

Looking up at him, there is a small smile there.

"Of all the things I'd thought about, this wasn't even on the list."

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He reflects the smile; a wry twist thrown in for good measure.

I didn't think it was on his, either.

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Selina looks at Dick, whatever she was going to say paused for a moment.

"The more I think about it, the less surprised I am but... I don't know. Me? A mom? I..."

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The smile broadens.

I have to be honest, it's not a role I really ever envisioned you in.

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There is a look toward Dick.

If she had glasses, she'd be looking at him over them.

As it is, it says exactly what she's certain he did envision at some point or another.

Not that she seems to mind.

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And there'll be a familiar rising of eyebrows into his hairline in response.

...what?