"Sᴀғᴇ ﹠ Sᴏᴜɴᴅ" ʙʏ Tᴀʏʟᴏʀ Sᴡɪғᴛ ғᴛ. Tʜᴇ Cɪᴠɪʟ Wᴀʀ

      Selina was used to Ivy waking her up in different ways. It was something that she had grown used to. Ivy would plant kisses up and down Selina's neck, tickle her nose with a rose, or poke her sides repeatedly until the younger girl was awake. But Selina wasn't expecting for the redhead to wake her up by crying her heart out at three in the morning.

      Selina jolted upright when she heard the noise, blinking a few times to take in the sight before her. Ivy sitting up, a hand over her mouth to try and suppress her sobs-which she was failing at-with huge tears streaming down her face. "Ivy? Ivy, baby, what's wrong?" Selina asked, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder.

      Ivy didn't reply but immediately turned to her, throwing her arms around the smaller girl, now sobbing on her shoulder freely. Selina couldn't remember Ivy crying this badly before. She was never the one to break down this badly. Selina lost count of the amount of times she woke up screaming after night terrors of Jeremiah's disgusting smirking face, the cold barrel of his gun pointed at her stomach.

      But despite each nightmare Selina suffered through, Ivy always held her, stroked her hair and rocked her in her arms until she was calm again. And now it was Selina's turn to help her plant-like lover.

      The thief held her tightly, whispering soothing words in Ivy's ear, planting soft kisses on the top of her head every now and then. Ivy's hands clenched into fists around Selina's shirt, clinging onto her like she was the last thing she had in her life.

      They remained in that position for a while, maybe ten minutes, before the redhead's sobs subsided to sniffles. "You okay, Red?" Selina asked softly, still rubbing her lover's back up and down.

      Ivy sniffled again, using the back of her hand to wipe away some of the remnants of her tears. "It...it was when Bane began dropping the bombs on Gotham.." she started, her voice hoarse from crying, "I-I was trying to find you...to make sure you were okay. Everything was on fire, the war was raging, but I-I didn't care...I just needed to find y-you."

      "I kept walking and calling out your name...when I found you. You..." she started to choke up again, and Selina gently cradled her girlfriend's cheek with her hand, "you were dead. But...the bombs didn't kill you...I did. Your body was green and plants were sprouting from you. I-I don't remember poisonings you, but...you were dead. I tried to wake you up, trying to take the poison out, but-but you wouldn't—" a sob escaped Ivy's lips, halting her words. Selina immediately began to wipe away her tears, leaning down to press a kiss on both of her cheeks.

      "It was a nightmare, Ivy. See," she held her arms out for the redhead to see, "I'm not green. I'm not growing plants...you didn't kill me because I'm right here." Selina stroked her curls, adjusting herself so they were both lying down again, Ivy on top of her with her head on Selina's chest and her body nestled between the smaller girl's legs.

      Ivy closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the soft pumping of her heartbeat before nodding. "I know...but...god, I was so awful to you. To try and kill you so many times...but I could never do it. No matter how much I wanted to, I-I couldn't.." she said quietly, looking up at Selina with teary green eyes that made the thief's heart clench.

      She leaned down and pressed a soft and gentle kiss on her lips. "It doesn't matter anymore. We're together now...I love you, and only you." She said, one hand playing with a strand of Ivy's red curl.

      "Don't leave me alone please." She heard Ivy said, the taller girl wrapping her arms a little tighter around Selina. But the catlike teenager had no plans on leaving.

      "I'm not going anywhere, don't worry darling." Selina said with a light smile. "Close your eyes, we'll be alright, no one's gonna hurt us." She said softly, watching Ivy obey her by closing her eyes and nuzzling her head closer to her chest.

      Selina began to hum softly under her breath, a lullaby of sorts. She didn't fall asleep quickly, she waited until Ivy's breathing began to even out and she could hear her gentle snores. But even then, she continued stroking her hear and humming, wanting Ivy to hang onto that lullaby. Because they were together now, perfectly safe and sound.