Originally first published on my other Pitch Perfect series – Moments, Dark Knight will now be posted separately.
Synopsis: [Following the events of Dark Knight]
Beca Wayne is a multibillionaire who inherited her family's fortune following the death of her parents when she was 10 years old.
To the City of Barden she's an arrogant playboy notorious for bedding the finest women and an impulsive business woman responsible for multiple investment failures regarding the Wayne Enterprise
Secretly she is Batwoman, the city's dark hero but with the death of Harvey Dent, Beca gave up her role as the city's protector.
After an encounter with a mysterious redhead who gets a hold of her DNA and reveals she knows Beca's hidden identity, Beca struggles to return as Batwoman as an old enemy stirs up trouble in Barden.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pitch Perfect or The Dark Knight
Chapter rating: T
Characters derived from the Batman series:
Bat woman/Bruce Wayne – Beca Wayne
Alfred Pennyworth – Amy Pennyworth
Commissioner James Gordon – Jesse Swanson
Captain Maggie (Kyle) Sawyer – Aubrey Posen
Officer John Blake [Robin] – Emily Blake
Cat woman – Chloe Kyle Beale
Holly Robinson – Stacie Conrad
Lucius Fox – Lilly Onakuramara
Harper Row [Bluebird] – Cynthia Rose Adams
Dark Knight I
"Two o'clock. She's talking to those cops, Swanson and Posen." Stacie's voice said in her ear through the small ear piece hidden behind her side swept hair.
Finding her partner in crime on one of the balconies, Chloe nodded before advancing towards her target. "Give me ten minutes."
Stacie chuckled in her ear. "That's presumptuous, even for you. And counting down starting now."
The redhead rolled her eyes. "Please she'll lust over anything with breasts and a pulse."
She ignored the snicker as she neared the group of people. Putting on her silkiest tone, she greeted them. "Good evening."
Nodding at each one, she repeated their names. "Commissioner Swanson, Captain Posen. Ms. Wayne."
Lingering on the smaller brunette, the corner of her lips curled into a knowing smile.
The two officers looked knowingly between the two women before departing farewell.
Ears perked, Beca examined the mysterious woman before her. The glamorous yet simple black dress accentuated the wonderful body she knew was beneath that silk.
The dark mask placed on her face only made Beca want to know who was behind the mask. But she understood the air of mystery the redheaded beauty would like to possess.
"Have we met before? Ms - ?" Tilting her head, Beca grinned back.
Chloe had to supress the urge to laugh, she understood what all the woman who've had the pleasure of spending a night with the infamous Rebecca Wayne were losing their minds over.
The small brunette before her was easy on the eyes and quite charming despite her mixed reputation.
"Ms. Kyle." She stepped closer towards the multibillionaire. "But that can be easily fixed."
Her gloved hands trailed over the brunette's arms, feeling the strong muscle beneath the suit jacket.
Beca gulped at woman's forwardness. Tucking one of the gloved hands in the crook of her elbow, she led them through the crowd of guests to a room upstairs.
Chloe nodded at Stacie as they passed the tall brunette up the stairs.
"Seven minutes fifty seconds," Stacie whispered into her earpiece.
Beca stopped them in front of a door at the end of a long corridor, far from the other guests in the banquet hall. Allowing the redheaded woman into the room first, Chloe quickly surveyed the room.
Quickly locating an old window, Chloe sighed in relief for the easy escape route. She turned towards Beca who had removed her jacket and strutted towards her.
Grasping the bow tie, she smirked as she tugged it lose.
Feeling one upped by the other woman, Beca hoisted the redhead onto her hips and walked them over to the bed in the center of the room. Exhilarated by position of dominance she pinned the redhead's hands to the bed above her head.
Chloe smiled at the irony of the situation, knowing how easily their roles would soon be reversed.
Craning her neck to speak into Beca's ear she whispered into her ear, "I don't like my women this naïve."
With a swift knee to the crotch Beca slumped forward as Chloe's head was butting forward, creating a throbbing pain above her forehead.
Chloe pushed the groaning woman off of her and straddled her hips. Quickly taking Beca's hand, she scanned the woman's thumb and pricked it to collect a blood sample. "It's been a pleasure, Batwoman."
Before Beca could regain her senses, Chloe jumped to her feet to get to the window.
The brunette sat up on time to see the mystery woman drop from the window ledge in to the dark night.
"She knows who I am."
For the sake of the story I kept some of the Pitch Perfect character's last names.