They were running, jumping from building to building to put as much distance as they could between them and the Mutants gang. They fought well as a team fighting off much of the guys that attacked them, but when more showed up they quickly realized they were outnumbered, not to mention injured. Bruce admitting defeat had grabbed Selina's arm and pulled her towards the fire escape.

"Bruce slow down, no one's following us. Where are we going anyways?" Selina huffs while inspecting her jacket. Damn, she thinks, they ripped it!

Bruce slows down, bending over as he tries to catch his breath, "It's not much further, just a couple more blocks."

"What's a couple more blocks?" She asks as she follows him. "My safe house." Bruce responds simply.

They continue on, albeit more slowly than before, Bruce lost in his thoughts. One of the Mutant members had pulled a gun, aiming it at Selina and he had snapped, memories of Jeremiah shooting her in his study flashing before his eyes. Without even realizing it he was in front of him, grabbing the gun to the side and kneeing him in the gut, he was seeing red, anger running through his veins. Taking the butt of the gun he whacked the side of the guy's head and watched his eyes roll back in to his head. He raised his arm to hit him again when he met Selina's eyes and froze. It was the first time she had witnessed the darkness inside him. Opening his mouth, not even sure what he was going to say he stepped forward as he lowered his arm, but then the moment was over and she looked away, expertly bringing down a man with her whip.

"Are we there yet, my shoulder is killing me."

Bruce looks behind him where Selina was all but dragging her feet. "Selina you're bleeding!" He says, touching her shoulder gently. "It's just a scratch," Selina says through gritted teeth and pulling away from his touch. Rolling his eyes at her he gestures to the side of the building, "There's a ladder, built into the brick. You can't see it unless you know it's there," He says proudly, "I needed it to be as hidden as possible in case I was ever followed," Bruce explains, "We just need to climb down to the bridge and walk along the ledge on the other building and through the window. I have a first aid kit."

Selina rolls her eyes, " Ya, easy as cake."

"It's easy as pie," Bruce corrects her.

"Cake is better!" She's slightly glaring at him with her hands on her hips. Bruce smiles cheekily at her and she feels her heart flutter in her chest. She wonders if he's thinking about their one and only date they had, when he cooked her dinner and made her a chocolate cake.

Turning back to the edge of the roof, Bruce holds his hand out to her and she reluctantly takes it and lets him help her down, careful not to let her slip. He had made holes in the stone of the building, essentially making a way to scale down like a rock climbing wall, but inverted. Jumping the last foot down onto the bridge they cross over to the other side and carefully make their way along the ledge, pressing themselves against the side of the building. Selina notices that Bruce had made more holes so they had something to hold on to. Bruce reaches for the window, undoing a latch on the outside and swinging it open. Once inside he holds his hand out to her and pulls her safely inside, pulling the window shut, and looks outside to make sure they weren't followed. Selina scans around the room. It appears to be an abandoned, and very dusty office.

"This is your safe house?" Wrinkling her nose, clearly not impressed. Bruce smiles at her, shaking his head, "No, it's down here," He says, gesturing down the hall.

It took him months to put it all together, between helping Detective Gordon keep order on the streets, searching for Jeremiah who seemed to have gone into hiding, and staying alive on the streets with everyone laying claim to territory, he slowly created a safe area he could go to that was stocked with supplies, food and a place to crash if need be. He had a generator that powered the room, and running water. No one knew about this place but Lucius. Not even Detective Gordon or Bullock. Lucius had been making him gadgets to help him on the streets, his favourite so far was his grappling gun, but the rest he would hide here when he wasn't using them. Leading Selina into a room down the hall he slowly slides a bookshelf along the back wall, revealing an opening into the room next door.

"Wow, okay. I'm impressed." It was a nice size room, Mattress in the corner, a shelf to the right with various gadgets and supplies, and in the corner a tap with a bucket underneath filled halfway with clean water. Nothing special but somewhere safe to lay low for a few hours. Bruce watches as Selina takes in the room, glancing down at her shoulder as she holds her hand against it, "I have a first aid kit, and some pain killers."

"Seriously Bruce, It's just a scratch, I'm fine," She says stubbornly, her arm hanging back down by her side.

Bruce ignores her protests and grabs the kit off the shelf before sitting down on the mattress looking up at her expectantly. Sighing, she walks over to him, rolling her eyes dramatically, and sits down beside him. Ever since she came back to Gotham last week, and agreed to help him on the streets, she'd been shying away from showing any weakness around him. At first he suspected that she wanted to appear strong in front of him, not wanting to show her vulnerability, but he's starting to suspect it's something else. It was almost like she wanted to shield Bruce from her pain, like she was protecting him. He waits patiently as she strips off gloves and her jacket slowly, knowing better than to help her. Selina collects her curls to the side and peels her suit down over her shoulder, turning to give her back to him to let him inspect her wound, knowing from his huff that it was more than just a scratch. Surprisingly she stays quiet and he goes about cleaning it, feeling her tense underneath his soft touch as he pours alcohol over it. Selina hisses every now and then but Bruce gets lost in his thoughts as he methodically starts to stitch her up.

It had been a year since he last her, sending her off island with Alfred after she was shot. He had tried to pretend that it was because he wanted to protect her from Jeremiah, but really he had wanted to protect her from himself. Selina was shot because Jeremiah wanted to hurt him, to get him to release that dark side he keeps hidden inside. If he was really honest with himself he would admit that he was afraid that she would hate him for it and he couldn't bear to face her and hear her tell him so. Alfred tried to keep him updated with a few messages he was able to send through police scanner. When he had first heard that Selina was walking he had crumpled to the ground in relief, tears streaming down his face, it felt like a weight lifted off his chest and he could breathe again. Months went by without another message and then finally Alfred said he was coming home. He was returning to the precinct bruised and tired a week later when he glanced up and saw Alfred standing there.

"Alfred," He had whispered before launching himself in his guardian's arms. "Look at you, you've grown into a man!" Alfred said tearily. It was awhile before they finally let go of each other. Looking around Bruce searched the room for someone else.

"She's not here. But I believe she is here in Gotham," Alfred had explained, "I'll explain it all, Master Bruce, but first a cup of tea is in order."