Moral

His moral code is bizarre.

Well his code itself is not, but his tenacity in following it is like nothing she has ever seen. Or is capable of.

When she tells him this, Bruce gives a bewildered look before fixing her with a tight stare. He does that often, like he's forgotten that she's a (mostly) retired cat burglar. But then sometimes she thinks he honestly believes she's capable of being as morally austere as he.

"You may not be as strict with your moral code, but that doesn't mean you are in the same league as Bane," he says with annoyance coloring his tone.

For a while the room grows quiet.

Dark shadows are slowly creeping through the apartment windows and the moon is hidden from the sky. The sun hadn't show itself all day, masked by the San Francisco fog. San Francisco itself seems to be perpetually chilly, even in the summer. It's easy to hide here, with it's abundance of tourists and collage students. Selina likes the feel of the city too; It's a hodge podge of narrow buildings with peeling paint and over grown window gardens in the poorer parts, while the more affluent parts of town are a mixture of both shabby and smooth faced apartment buildings. Selina also likes that she can walk anywhere from the apartment building they rent near Coit Tower, but her favorite part of the city is the ocean whose rhythmic sound and salty smell can be heard throughout the city.

"You believe far to much good in people," says Selina crisply, thinking of Gotham and Miranda Tate, but mostly herself. She's not on the side of cherubs and angles. Never had been. (Never could be)

"We've had this conversation before-"

"Yes, but it stands repeating."

Bruce looks hard at her, with a weathered face and his hazel eyes that never quite seem cold to her. Selina is again reminded of the ocean, and thinks she can just hear its rhythm through the open window.

"I never said you were an angel. Neither am I for that matter-"

"Gotham would beg to differ-"

He's glaring at her now, but she knows she's right. He saved how many peoples lives, and he seems to have no idea what his symbol means that are alive because of him.

"An angel you are not. But that doesn't mean you aren't capable of doing the right thing. And you did, and that's all that matters." To me, he doesn't say, but Selina hears it anyways.

The apartment the seems to fall deathly silent, and Bruce's words lay thick and heavy.

"What do I need to say to convince you that you are not one of the bad guys?" he asks finally, voice strangely gentle.

And she knows she's not. Not really. Selina worries about another thing entirely, so she changes the flow of conversation.

"Just... Just don't forget to remind me every so often," is what she says with a tight smile, and hard eyes.

His eyes soften as he looks at her, and it unnerves Selina that he would care to do so. Because what she really worries about, is that she won't be able to live up the the Olympic heights Bruce setts for his moral standards.

But maybe she thinks, as Bruce squeezes her hand before going to order some dinner, she can try.

AN: I think Selina would still be wanting to find another sort of redemption, more then what she was able to achieve in the movie. Though that was a good start.