I am…

Disclaimer: Batman belongs to DC, Warner Brothers, etc. But not me.

Warning: Drug reference, mentions of sex, prostitution, and violence. Dark. Can't take it? Turn back.


The lights are dim. I want them to leave, they always come out. I miss the dark, I belong there. The dark, the dark, that's where he is. The man that is a bat. The bat that is a man. He remembers me, I went out with a bang and fireworks. So handsome…

Not the man that's on top of me now. Rutting around like a pig. Disgusting. He'll give me the money for my catnip. The nip that I sip. Nip, nip, nip. That's what they said it was, I knew better but I needed to not feel the fried ends of my nervous system. Ugh, this feels repulsive and he doesn't look much better. At least meth makes them thin, they don't crush me when they collapse after they cum.

They call me Catwoman, but they're mocking me. I can tell by they way they smile at me. What I wouldn't give for my claws so I could rip their faces open. The leather is long gone. I think I sold it? No, they took it. One of those whores with their matted hair and no dignity. Still wearing black, although it's probably from filth and more brown than black. Some of it is blood, from the bastards that aren't meth addicts or half starved men that would rather spend it on me than their literally starving children. They go out and tell the other jug heads that they roughed me up, and they mean it when they call me Catwoman. It's all so fucking bitter.

He's making those choking sounds, he's either about to finish or OD. I really hope it's the latter. And not just because I would get a chance to take everything that he has. Nn, he's not that drugged out it seems. He finishes and tries to stiff me out of almost half. I'm not as far down the road to walking bones as he is so it's not too hard to rough him up.

It's dark now, the dark, the dark. I love the dark. I can't see the reflections in the dark. Oh, I want my catnip, but I'm so tired. So tired. I'll rest a little before I find the man with my nip. I'll just lay here. I can't stay like this. I know. Maybe he will find me. Maybe he'll save me from myself. Then we can live a rhyming life together as cat and bat.


A/N: I know this is ridiculously short but I couldn't get it out of my head. This is based on Micheal Phifer's Catwoman in Batman Returns directed by Tim Burton. I prefer Burton's version of Batman, everything is darker with sexual undertones that are hard to find in most others. Plus, Phifer kicks ass. I just couldn't see Catwoman having any kind of a happy ending. So, here's her ending. An addict prostituting herself for her drug and wishing that Batman would find her again.