8 Weeks after the Battle Royal

Selina watched absently scratching her almost healed over scar as Bruce lowered a trunk into a hole in their floor. She watched as the last remains of Batman and Catwoman got lowered into the ground underneath their floorboards. The ocean in the distance was a soothing sound against the slow shovelling as Bruce filled in the hole.

Taking a seat in a soft armchair Selina watched Bruce as he finished covering over the trunk with their suits and equipment. She watched as he replaced the floorboards and nailed them back into place in their sea side shack.

Bruce stood up, dusting himself off as he looked over at Selina. He gave a quick nod before going over to the open front door of their modest shack to look out at the ocean.

"I never saw the ocean before this place" said Selina quietly as she moved up besides Bruce.

"There's ocean in Gotham" replied Bruce with a mellow expression.

"Not like this" said Selina, sitting down in a wicker chair. "Not clean and calm".

"You sure you're happy with this?" asked Bruce giving a sideways glance.

"I'll deal" she replied relaxing back into the chair, her dress ruffles blowing gently in the cool breeze. "You I'm not so sure" she continued.

"I can deal just fine" said Bruce sliding down the wall next to her. Selina absently rested her hand on the top of Bruce's head, letting his hair run between her fingers.

"I think Alfred's escape package was planned for two" said Selina thinking over the small case she and Bruce used to escape Gotham. Bruce said nothing as he looked out into the churn of the ocean, his eyes fixed.

The two sat and watched the ocean, time passing without notice as they adjusted to the lives they'd have to live. The choices they made. Bruce's choice to show up at the battle royal, knowing it would be near suicidal; and Selina's momentary choice to join him side by side in the ring. The pair sat pondering their choices that led them to this small sea-side shack in the Caribbean.

"You regret it?" asks Bruce slowly.

"No. No regrets" she replied. The pair sat in a comfortable silence. Un-needing of words or gestures, they each knew they were content as could be. The sound of the ocean and the soft wind blowing as what remained of the Dark Knight and the Catwoman sat side by side having buried their former masks.

Moving slowly, Bruce stood up and leaned over brushing a kiss against Selina's cheek before turning to head inside.

"Wait" said Selina, quickly grabbing Bruce's hand. "Kiss me properly Bruce." She looked up at him, all the defiance and strength in her eyes as if she was still wearing the mask and brandishing her whip.

"You going to run?" asked Bruce, his voice soft.

"Not today" answered Selina in earnest. With enough being said Bruce leaned in with a swift movement and pressed his lips to hers. He lifted his hand and held the back of her head as he kissed her as deeply as he could, with only the ocean and the setting sun to bear witness to the Dark Knight kissing the Catwoman.

AN: Just a short continuation.