Come with me.
They were words said on an impulse, said only as they faced the end of the world.
And, after he turned her down, after he sacrificed himself for his damn city, Selina Kyle never expected her words to come up again.
She was wrong.
“That offer of yours still stand?” Bruce asked her later, after everything. His voice was soft, his fingertips lazily tracing imaginary lines across her skin.
Her gut, her instinct, said no.
Her lips, the traitorous things, said yes.
They left together, putting thousands of miles and an ocean between themselves and Gotham. They wandered aimlessly around Europe until, at Bruce’s suggestion, they settled in Florence. It was a casual, uncomplicated existence.
Until it wasn’t.