She woke up to him lying next to her on bed, his hand running over her waist and finally resting on her stomach.

"Don't tell me it's morning already", she commented, her voice still drowsy from sleep, her eyes still closed.

"It is", he spoke softly, his face already buried in her hair, his breath a gentle stroke on the back of her neck. "Go back to sleep."

He placed a light kiss on her shoulder and pulled her closer to him, her back against his chest.

"Bruce…", she muttered, "c'mon…"

"What…?" His inertness and his hoarse tone showed he was on the verge of falling asleep already.

"I've to get up."

"Why?" He kissed her again.

"Because…" She turned over under the sheets to face him. There he was: eyes shut, his hair still damp from the shower, a brand new laceration that crossed his upper and lower lips. "Bruce…! Oh, my God… look at this…!"

She touched the wound with a finger, carefully tracing its path. He flinched under her stroke, raising his hand to place it over hers and pull it to his bare chest.

"You need stitches, handsome… I'll get the medical kit."

"Don't." He had opened his eyes now - tired, drowsy eyes - but didn't let go of her hand. "Stay here for a minute."

She smiled, caressing his unshaved face. "Silly. We've to do something about this ugly gash… how am I going to kiss you if it doesn't heal properly?"

The sore lips only allowed him a half-smile in response. "Damn. I should have been harder on the Riddler… and taken that stupid staff from his hands sooner."

"Yeah, you should…", she laughed. Then, she assumed a graver expression. "You should always be careful. Always. Specially if I'm not with you out there."

"I take good care of myself, Selina." He held a lock of her dark hair between his fingers, gently wrapping it around his knuckles. "Besides, you're always with me. And will always be."

"Well", she sighed, "I wasn't tonight."

"Because you were not feeling well... by the way, how are you feeling? Better?" He frowned, showing his concern.

"I think so." Her eyes evaded his gaze. "I've an appointment at the doctor later today, actually."

"You do?" He seemed alarmed. "Why…? Is there… is there something wrong?"

"No", she quickly answered. "No, nothing wrong. Just… just a precaution."

"Selina." He sat on the bed. She followed him, immediately climbing to his lap and allowing him to embrace her body. He clung to her, apprehension in his tone as he spoke:

"What are you not telling me?"

She didn't say anything for a moment. Their faces close together, she locked her eyes on his, placing both hands on the sides of his head. Then:

"Listen to me. Listen carefully…" She had his full attention. He held his breath in anticipation, confused and worried.

"Tell me", he whispered.

"I'm pregnant", she whispered back. Now she was the one apprehensive, anxiously trying to read a reaction on his features.

"You are?" His voice came out gruffly, the words tumbling on his wounded lips.

She nodded to confirm, a lump on her throat not allowing any sounds to pass.

"Selina…" He pulled her to him eagerly, his face pressed against her cheek, tears blurring his vision. "Oh, Selina… that's… that's…"

"Good news?" She said while moving back a few inches to look at him, her own eyes teary.

"Wonderful news…!" Now he smiled broadly, and he leaned to give her a tender, long kiss.

"Your cut…", she said, their mouths barely breaking contact.

"It's fine", he muttered, gently placing her on bed under him. "It's all fine… it's all…" He kissed her again. "… wonderful."

She chuckled, allowing him to slip her nightgown off and kiss her naked body, all the way down to her stomach. There he stopped, staring at her pale skin for a moment, his fingers caressing her softly. "I love you, Selina", he said, looking up to stare at her.

"I love you too, Bruce." She tangled her fingers in his dark hair, trying to keep that image to her: the most sincere, passionate, vulnerable moment she had ever witnessed from him. "Always."

"Always", he echoed, finally loosing himself in her.