Even though it was almost midnight, Batman had decided to drive around Gotham one more time. You could never be too careful in this criminal world.
Batman had gotten used to staying up late- up until midnight, three in the morning, or even two days. Being a crime fighter was no joke. Especially if you were known for being a "creature of the night".
"Alfred, wrapping things up. Looks like Gotham is quiet tonight. No silent or regular alarms were set off, and I don't see anything suspicious," Batman said to Alfred on the radio.
"Well, then, sir, I actually have the slightest idea that you will get at least five hours of sleep tonight," Alfred replied with his fancy accent. "Oh, and the Bat Computer senses no trouble tonight either, sir."
"Then it looks like I'll be coming home early tonight," Batman said with a small smile. "See you in a minute, Alfred."
"Same to you, sir," Alfred said and hung up. Just as Batman was about to turn back home, from the corner of his eye he noticed a whizz of black. Batman narrowed his eyes and parked the batmobile in an alley. He leaped out and launched the batgrapple to the top of the roof. He was pulled up and smoothly landed on his feet, looking around.
"Cats always land on their feet," a woman's voice said from behind a chimney. "Or I suppose this time, it's bats always land on their feet." The figure of a woman began to slowly walk out of the shadows of the chimney. She wore a shiny black suit with cat ears on top of her head. She put her weight on her right leg and placed a hand on her hip. "My, my," she said with a purr. "Don't you look handsome!"
"Who are you," Batman growled and narrowed his eyes, trying to ignore her beauty. "Nobody leaps around on the rooftops at midnight."
"Ugh," the woman spat and stood up straight. "You men. You can never just let a woman flirt with you!" Batman continued to stare at her, trying to get her to say her name. "Well, can you guess my name? Oh my, look at those cat ears! And I'm-"
"Catwoman," Batman interrupted. Catwoman settled down and smirked.
"So you are as clever as they say," she said.
"I'm sure anyone could have figured that out," Batman said, almost impatiently. "Now take that costume off and go back home." Catwoman narrowed her eyes at Batman. She walked up to him with a frown.
"Excuse me," she said. "But I'm not anyone you can just boss around. There's more to me than meets the eye, Batman." Then suddenly -in a swift movement- Catwoman kissed his lips and punched his stomach painfully. He fell to the ground in a groan, surprised at how she was able to get him to fall so easily. Catwoman stood next to him. She gently nudged his side and scoffed. "I was really quite fond of you, Batman," she said. "I just fell in love with your mysterious character. Perhaps another day." Catwoman smirked and jumped off the rooftop. Batman heard a whip crack and saw her swing to the next roof. He lifted his head up but dropped it back down with a sigh.
He had failed so easily.
Not failed; we'll meet again. And I'll be ready, Batman thought, trying to ignore how glamorous Catwoman was, and how wonderful that kiss had felt. Get it together, Bruce! He snapped at himself. Batman groaned and sat up, then got to his feet. He recovered in the next few moments and got back into the batmobile, then drove home.
Tonight wasn't a failure, Batman reminded himself while driving. I just need to learn.