DON'T LEAVE ME HERE ALONE
CHAPTER 1 - "World Weary"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Batman" or "Catwoman" D.C does
AUTHORS NOTE: This is a character oriented fic, centred around BRUCE WAYNE'S inner thoughts on his way to and at a Gotham society function where he bumps into a lustful SELINA KYLE. I got the idea for the title from a line in the U2 song "Sometimes you can't make it on your own". It's best approached as somewhere between a companion piece and a semi prequel to my other BATMAN fic "CAT LOVER".
You know it's incredible just how numb I feel whenever I get to just stop, and sit and think about anything but crime. I'm sitting in the back of a limo as Alfred drives me to some Gotham society function, held at a museum or plaza or mansion or something somewhere, thrown together by some mogel or socialite or someone with a lot of money or something like that, I don't really know, I don't really care, about tonight, about any of that stuff. I think I'm wearing some expensive, imported suit and tie or tuxedo or something from paris or madrid or somewhere chiche like that, who knows, I don't. It's cold and wet outside, all I can do is stare through the rain soaked window on my left side at any neon lights we pass by. It's been a terrible week, but then when is it ever not, having to chase psychotics, killers and other assorted pains in the arse. The penguin showed up again, planned to hijack a lexcorp shipment of experimental military grade weapons, managed to get the jump on him before the heist went down, he'd brought in some serious proffessionals, thought they were just punks to begin with, but I underestimated them, it doesn't pay to get sloppy, it really doesn't, haven't had to fight like that in a long time, muscle tissue is numbingly sore all over. Every week of every month of every year I protect this city, that couldn't protect me and my parents, slowly destroying myself, physically, mentally, emotionally, all for my parents, all to avenge the fatal wrong done to them. I wonder, is this what they would have wanted, it's dangerous for me to think about that, but nights like this it's hard not to. Would they have really wanted me to devote myself to such a taxing cause, with the payoff as no happy life of my own. By this time they would have wanted to see me with a woman, a lover, one that I could make my wife, who could bear me children, they would have wanted grandchildren, they would have wanted to see me do a lot of things, but they never will, they'll never know how much I suffer for them.
We've arrived at where ever it was we were going, the limo door opens and I step out as a mob of photographers and tabloid journalists advance on me. This is usually where Bruce Wayne, that is the fake, horny, playboy, comes alive for the camera, but tonight I just can't be bothered, I walk straight past the mob wearing a blank expression, not happy, not sad, just blank, that's how numb I feel. Inside is the same cliche a black tie ball, a dance floor full of tuxedos and gowns. All I can do is stand to the side and stare blankly into space, my hands stuck firmly in my pockets. A handful of eager socialites and hieresses stand only a metre or so away, eyeing me between sharing whispers and giggles with one another, yet they do not advance, only a matter of time I guess. I just realised, this is the vreeland mansion, figures I guess, haven't spotted veronica yet though. So many beautiful women in expensive gowns, I think I recognise a few of them, can't be entirely sure though, after all I've been with so many, shared so many meaningless moments, all to keep the fake Bruce alive in the minds of Gotham's citizens. Besides what woman could possibly fit into my life, every time one of them has gotten close to the real me, they've fled, out of fear, they caught a glimpse of the darkness within me and it petrified them. All but one that is, the catburglar, she fears nothing, she stares into that darkness whenever she can and all it does is excite her, for her it's erotic, sensual, she loves fear, danger, all of it, everything within my true self, she can't get enough of it, she wants it all. I wonder, could I have ever introduced such a woman to my mother. That's when I feel several lithe fingers run softly through my hair from behind.
"Bruce, I have'nt seen you in ages".
I turn quickly, and there she is, right before me, immediately moving in as close as she can get to me physically, affectionately rubbing herself against me, the way her other persona does so well.
"Selina".
I reply calmly. Yes, Selina Kyle is Catwoman, I'm certain of that, but I don't know if she knows I know. It took a while to deduce, but I figured it out in the end, it was the scent mainly, she has a distinctively sweet scent. Her hair, dark, billowy, raven curls, that usually flow down past her shoulders whenever she's Selina Kyle, is done up in some sort of french twist or something tonight, I quite like it. Her gown is as characteristic as ever, jet black, generous cleavage, and extremely high cut, on both sides, perfectly displaying her marvelously statuesque legs. She moves in closer, bringing her lips up to mine, she kisses me on the side of my lips, slowly, but not with full blown passion, rather in a teasing fashion.
"Dance with me".
She purrs, leading me onto the dance floor, what begins is a slow, close dance. You know how else I can tell she's Catwoman, the curve, yes the curve, her curve, the soft, smooth, lusciously ripe curve that flows from high on her slim waist all the ways down through her ripe buttocks and gracefully into her smoothly muscular thighs. I shift my palm to rest gently on the centre of the curve and Selina giggles. Lord do I ever love that curve, I've memerised it, every integral detail, whenever I'm in a jam, I just close my eyes and think of that curve, think of holding it, stroking it, kissing it, and I always pull through in the end. Generally Selina couldn't be at a place like this tonight for any other reason than to scope out a future scene of a crime, theres got to be plenty of pricy gear in this place worth stealing. Yet somehow I believe she has other reasons for being here tonight, it's probably the way she's looking at me, with pure lust in her eyes, the way she so wantonly moves in on me for teasing kisses every few minutes, she's not hunting for gear tonight, she's hunting for sex. I really don't know what to do with Selina, the complications between us don't help either, I know she's Catwoman, a thief, a criminal, technically an enemy, but she's not a killer, nor is she even especially violent or dangerous. Not only that but I like her, I really, REALLY like her, both of her, Selina and the cat, theoretically we're the perfect fit, but what would my parents think.
I wonder, the amount of time she spends around both of me, the way she so frequently shares close physical proximity with both of me, could she have sensed my secret by now, she's an intelligent woman, very perceptive, extremely cunning, I wouldn't put it past her. And if she does know my secret, I'm no less safer, she's not about to sell me out, she knows far more satisfying ways to make money, and why would she throw me to the dogs, she's saved my life before, helped me put away killers and maniacs, what reason would she have to betray me. What she wants from me is love, physical, emotional, love. I wonder, does this call for experimentation, I stare right into her eyes, that intense, menacing stare I use under the cowl, cold, unflinching, unrelenting. And Selina, all she does is giggle and grin, that naughty, minx grin. God, she does know, if she didn't I imagine she'd have been shocked, suprised by my sudden intensity, but she's far from shock, she's calm, content, with even a slight air of schoolgirl giddiness. She moves in closer to me, resting her head on my chest as we continue a slow dance.
"There you are".
She purrs lightly, purring, purring, purring.
END OF CHAPTER 1.
Well I hope you enjoyed that, I also hope I captured Bruce's world weariness, my prime intention for this chapter. NEXT CHAPTER things will be heating up a bit as Bruce and Selina leave the function...together!. DON'T FORGET TO SEND YOUR REVIEWS, I live for reviews, I especially love detailed, analytical reviews, be sure to tell me all about exactly what you did or didn't like about the fic. Seeya!
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