[Does he love her? It's a question that sticks between the ribs- a knife that doesn't hurt, just promises to leave a mark. The opal rests in his hand and Bruce draws it into his lap, considers the question. Selina floods so many of his earliest memories, she's been an enormous part of who he is, how he managed to keep going. She's been the reason he's alive more than once.]
Yes.
[Bruce still isn't sure if it's that simple. It it's allowed to be so simple when everything else between them is so complicated. Love might never be enough for, not for either of them. But its worth can't be understated either.
But this is the first time he's spoken about her. The first time he'd held this thought aloud. Bruce doesn't soften further and he doesn't bow his head- he isn't ashamed of it. But there's something careful about the way he holds the question and all of it's possibilities.]
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Yes.
[Bruce still isn't sure if it's that simple. It it's allowed to be so simple when everything else between them is so complicated. Love might never be enough for, not for either of them. But its worth can't be understated either.
But this is the first time he's spoken about her. The first time he'd held this thought aloud. Bruce doesn't soften further and he doesn't bow his head- he isn't ashamed of it. But there's something careful about the way he holds the question and all of it's possibilities.]
I think she feels the same way.