Authors Note:

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"Selina?" Bruce asked, trying to sit up. "Yeah," a quiet voice replied, "It's me. Don't try to sit up. If you pass out again I think your butler's gonna kill me." Bruce laughed a little, and Selina made her way over to him and sat down on the empty side of the bed. She crossed her legs and looked down at her... well, she didn't know what he was exactly, but she knew she didn't like seeing him like this.

"So what's wrong with you?" She asked in the tactless way she was prone to when she was worried. "Just the flu, I'll be fine." Selina nodded, "Good. ...You scared the hell outta me." "I'm sorry." "Yeah, well, just don't die and I'll forgive you."

Bruce smiled, "Consider it done." Selina nodded again, trying to conceal a small smile. "Then I guess we're okay."

There was a minute of awkward silence between the two until Selina broke it. "Well, since you're okay, I should get going. I got stuff I gotta do."

She started to get up, but stopped when Bruce took her hand, "Selina, wait. Please don't go." He paused for a second, "...You always leave so fast. Please, just stay for a little while."

He looked so weak and sad, a side of him that Selina wasn't used to seeing, and if she was honest, it scared her a little bit. She gave his hand a reassuring squeeze, "Okay. I'll stay. ...For a while."

She made herself more comfortable, resting her back against the headboard and stretching her legs out in front of her. She realized she was still holding Bruce's hand and quickly let go of it, crossing her arms instead, which made Bruce smile in amusement.

"Selina?" he asked after a moment. "Yeah?" "How did you get me home?" "You really don't remember any of it?" He shook his head. "Some of it you were half conscious for so you kinda walked. But at first I just dragged you." "...Well, thank you." "I wasn't just gonna just leave you unconscious in an ally." Bruce smiled, "You do care." "Enough to not leave you helpless and alone to die, yeah. We're not exactly setting the bar high, though, Bruce." They both laughed, though Bruce's quickly turned into a painful coughing fit.

"Crap," Selina said, "Here, sit up." She practically pulled him up, gently patting his back until he stopped coughing. "You okay?" she asked once he'd stopped. He nodded in response, taking a few wheezing breaths. "You want me to get Alfred?" Bruce shook his head, "No, I'm okay... How are you so good at this? No offense, but I never pegged you as having a good bedside-manner." Selina rolled her eyes, deciding just this once to let this "no offense" comment go by without reaction -- she could blame this particular one on his fever.

"Ivy used to get sick all the time. I'm used to it. --Now," she said, abruptly changing the subject, "lay back down and get some sleep." Bruce did as he was told, and Selina rested her back against the headboard again.

Absentmindedly, she took Bruce's hand, though she wasn't looking at him. Bruce smiled, starting to fully feel the effects of the night's events as his eyelids grew heavy.

"...Thank you for staying," he said softly, already nearly asleep. "Yeah, well, just get some sleep, 'kay?" Selina replied, trying not to smile, and failing. This didn't matter, however, as Bruce had already fallen asleep.

Selina sighed and laid down. If she was honest with herself, she was just as tired as Bruce was, and she really didn't want to leave. Not this time. It was peaceful and quiet, and she felt safe, which was something she rarely felt. So she let herself fall asleep, not caring that she didn't have a bed of her own or even a blanket to cover herself with. She had a roof over her head, and the one person she truly cared about laying next to her, a little worse for wear, but safe, and that was good enough for her.

When Selina woke up it was late into the morning. It took her a moment to remember where she was, and as soon as she did, she looked to her side at Bruce, who was still asleep. He had a damp cloth on his forehead now, which had to be Alfred's handiwork. She was glad Bruce had someone who cared about, and took such good care of him, even though she'd never had someone like that.

Then she noticed that her boots were off and on the floor next to the bed, and that she had a blanket covering her. ...Maybe Alfred cared about her, too. Even just a little bit.

She smiled and curled up under her blanket, and rested her head on Bruce's shoulder. He stirred a little and rested his cheek on the top of her head. "You're still here," he said softly, he sounded surprised but happy. "Yeah, well, you seemed like you needed the company." He smiled, "Thank you." Selina nodded a little in response and let out a sigh.

Maybe she'd stick around a while longer. A day without running for her life didn't sound half-bad, especially if she spent it with Bruce.