Yes, kiss her.

Your heart skips at the feel of Kyle against you; Her intoxicating smell, the enchantment of her presence, the nearness of her body. She doesn't move or withdraw, but gently presses more in. Her breasts flatten against your chest and though you're in total darkness you feel her mouth near yours. Her faint breath against your lips, as she waits for you.

You freeze.

Its been so long since you kissed another woman, yet you have never felt such chemistry, such desire, to kiss, to touch, to know a woman as Selina Kyle, even more than your late wife Jane. With that thought a spike of remorse knots inside of you. As your grip on her waist weakens Kyle begins to move away.

“I . . .” You grasp for a response, an apologize, an explanation, something, but words fail you.

“I'm sorry.” Kyle's voice wavers. “I should have never . . .”

Pressing your hand against Kyle's waist you draw her back into you and kiss her.

You can feel the Gothamite's initial confusion, then brief resistance, ending in acquiescence as her lips melt into yours.

As you kiss her tenderly, passionately and long, you feel her heart racing as you press her in close.

“Since the beginning man has . . .” A booming recorded voice and bright lights flood the tunnel, breaking your lovers embrace as you blink to readjust your eyes to the light.

Kyle leans back to her side of the boat. She is breathing heavy with a confused perplexed look that runs across her face as if she is evaluating everything mixed in with concern and maybe a bit of fear.