Disclaimer: Batman and Catwoman belong to DC Comics and each other.
Notes: originally written for the 'Laughter' Challenge, but edited since then.
For regular people things rarely go as planned, but that's not the case for Batman. He is Batman after all and after meticulously planning and expert strategizing of every situation and every possible angle, things tend to go smoothly. Knowing this, he set out to the East End. He let himself in through the skylight and made his way to the bedroom. After retrieving the many instructions and notes from his utility belt, he changed into the civilian clothing he left on a previous occasion.
Bruce walked into the kitchen feeling confident and began to set things in motion. She would be arriving shortly and he wanted to have everything ready.
Catwoman opened the skylight and immediately smelled it. She put her goggles back on, got her whip ready, and jumped down into her home. She ran swiftly to the kitchen and froze at its entrance.
There, she burst into tears caused by the pain on the side of her stomach. Excessive laughter will do that.
Bruce Wayne, no that wasn't right; the scowl on his face and fighting stance said it was Batman without the cape and cowl. He stood in the middle of her kitchen covered in flour with one sleeve burned to the elbow. There was what appeared to be spaghetti sauce on his hair and pant leg.
Every time she began to calm down and get a hold of herself, she would open her eyes and see the messy display before her and the laughing would begin anew. She was tempted to run out and get a camera to have a permanent reminder of that night, but instead, she walked up to him, still smiling excessively and kissed him.
The scowl diminished a little and when she led him to the bathroom and removed his ruined clothing, it disappeared completely and was replaced by a small chuckle. Maybe he would try making her dinner more often.