She hardly ever felt that warm and cozy, even after they moved back with Babs to a brand new rich-y house near the Narrows (there wasn't nothing nice in the Narrows after all), and every time Selina Kyle woke up under the sunlight in Wayne Manor, she needed a few moments to realize where she was.
It was super early, though, and it was hard to know what exactly had taken her from her nice sleep, until she heard his voice whispering softly with a layer of frustration that was adorable.
"…for there is nothing grey in you, from the golden of your hair to the kaleidoscopic green of your eyes and the beautiful tan of your skin…"
"Is that a Halsey song?" Selina asked sleepily and Bruce blushed realizing that she was awake.
"I'm writing my vows to our wedding," he said and she laughed – soft and warm like the sun coming through the window, making him blush even more.
"You're not even eighteen yet," she said. "And you never proposed."
"But I will, someday," he guaranteed.
"Who's to say I'll say yes."
"Oh, you will say yes," Bruce said, so certain, so proud. He put aside a notepad that she didn't realize he was holding and crawled on top of her, pecked her lips. "And when it happens, I'll be more than ready."
"You're so cocky," Selina said, hands itching to touch his torso.
"That's not a no," he mused, kissing down her jaw and neck.
"That's not a proposal," she replied smartly. He heaved on top of her, the comforter being a thick layer between them. She finally touched him, her hands going up his back and to his hair as his mouth neared her ear, making her gasp.
"But when I do…"
"We'll see about that," Selina said, but her breathy voice gave her away. How the fuck did she fall for that damn billionaire was the million dollars question.
Bruce chuckled and kissed the corner of her mouth playfully.
"Good morning, babe," he said, and she dug her nails on his shoulders just to get back at him.
(and maybe – just maybe – to mark her territory. But she wouldn't say it out loud ever in her life.)