The Cat and The Bat
Perched precariously upon one Gotham Terrace,
The Dark Knight paused and pondered.
He thought of murder.
Of cruelty.
Of crime.
He thought of children.
Of laughter.
Of fun times.
Becoming befuddled,
He shook the spontaneous thought from his mind.
Distracted by the bat-signal,
He turned toward the sky.
He swung through the air,
Past buildings
Past lights
His cape flowed freely
Going left
Going right
Skidding to a halt once he saw who was there,
Who could it be but Selena Kyle, cat-burglar extrodinaré.
He glared, she smirked.
She purred,
She winked.
"What do you want, Catwoman?" He asked between his teeth.
"Nothing but the best," she taunted, pawing at the air.
He grunted in disbelief, and it was her turn to stare.
She looked at his mask,
At his belt,
At his boots.
He narrowed his eyes, and he turned to leave the roof.
She lifted an eyebrow and reached in response-
Grabbing his hand before the grappling hook could launch.
He turned back toward her, eyes widening in surprise,
He gasped, she blushed
He blinked,
She nearly died.
He looked pointedly at their hands,
And waited expectantly.
She cleared her throat and asked,
"So, ya wanna' have lunch with me?"
Half expecting a "no" she was filled with sorrow,
But surprising her he said,
"How about noon, tomorrow?"
She smiled, he nodded
She laughed,
He prayed
He sighed, "did I really just do that? I really made a date?"
She smiled again and said, "now don't you dare be late,"
"I can't believe I did this," he mumbled with an inward sigh.
She winked, blew him a kiss,
and left without a goodbye.