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A Batman/Catwoman fic.

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Disclaimer: Nope ... still don't own Batman.

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A/N: My second Batman fic ... written pretty much within ten minutes of each other. Both are short, I know ... but didn't wanna wreck what I already had.

So, here goes. Hope you like it, I know I had fun writing it.

As always, please read and review, I live for feedback!

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"Why are you doing this?" he asked her, wishing he could take off his mask. "Let's just take him to the police. Then we can go home ... together."

She kept her hand up, but he moved closer still.

"Selina, don't you see? We're the same. We're the same ... split, right down the center."

When he got within reaching distance, she lightly touched his armor-covered chest, and he paused, looking into her eyes.

"Take me home, Selina, so we can both take off our masks," he whispered, holding his hand out for her to take.

She looked at Bruce, then back at the man who killed her ... then back at Bruce, her night in black armor.

Before she could move, there came a strangled cy from behind her, and she and Bruce both turned their eyes to see the Penguin knock the gun out of Max's hand, and then kill him with alarming speed. The Penguin wiped the blood from his mouth while turning to face Batman and Catwoman.

They both took defensive stances, only to watch the deformed villian keel over with his last breath.

Several seconds passed before Selina turned back to face the man dressed like a bat.

"Well ... that was a little anti-climactic."

Bruce nodded, equally surprised.

Their eyes burned each other for what felt like an eternity, until he held out his hand to her once more. "So, what do you say?"

She looked down at his hand, then at the whip in hers.

"I'm never gonna be a normal girl," she warned him.

"Normal ... not really my thing," he replied.

"I have a cat, and your place is so ... scratch-free," she tried again.

He smiled, removing his mask. "It could use a feline touch."

"My mother calls me every day," came the next statement, though slightly quieter.

"Moms like me," he insisted, invading her personal space.

Her next sentence was cut off as he pressed his lips against hers, pulling her flush against his body, wrapping his arms around her petite form.

Some time later, he pulled back, out of breath and grinning from ear to ear.

Her eyes were slightly glazed, but she looked up at him with determination. "I ... could definitely get used to that."

His grin became a smirk. "Meow."

She cracked her whip as they made their way out of the Penguin's lair, and into their forever of bliss.

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The End.

So ... oui ou non? ... That doesn't look right, and I'm too lazy to look it up.

Anyways ... feel free to leave a reply. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but pointless bitching is not.

Until next time ...!