Bruce opened his eyes. His arm was numb.
He looked at the time on the digital clock next to him. It was five in the morning. He looked toward his sore shoulder.
Selina was still asleep, still making those sounds. The mascara she was wearing last night was smeared around her eyes. He thought she looked like a raccoon. Bruce made an amused grunt.
The gears in his head started to turn. He told her how he felt, they took off their masks, she invited him to her home, he showed her his scars, and they finally done it. In one night.
Were things going too fast? Should he have stopped her advances?
No. They'd known each other for... how long had it been? Ten... twelve years?
Oh shit. He forgot about the stock holder meeting at eight-thirty-four. He had to be there.
God damn it.
"Kitten?"
She didn't budge. He'd only slept about three hours, but he'd trained himself to sleep in short intervals.
He thought about what he should do. He didn't want to wake her when she kept making those cute sounds.
He pulled himself out from under her and laid her head on the pillow gently. He brushed a tuff of her hair out of her eyes.
He pulled off the used profilactic and dropped it into the garbage can next to the stand.
He got out of bed and fished around in the mess of clothes for his boxers. He grabbed it and slipped it on. He grabbed his armored leggings and slipped those on as well.
He opened the door only to be greeted by the same maine coon from last night along with an orange tabby. He closed the door behind him gently. He then studied the two creatures as they studied him. He noticed they both had name tags. He was suprised he didn't notice the one on Whiskers last night. Selina always did have that effect him. He squatted down and grabbed the orange cat's nametag in his fingers.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Kitty." he pet the cat on the head. She pulled away from him and sniffed his hand. Bruce held it in front of her steadily. She stopped sniffing and headbutted his hand.
Bruce stood up and addressed the cats as he would one of his sidekicks.
"Let her sleep, okay? I have some things I need to plan and I need her well rested."
The cats stared at him. They started to lick their lips.
"Hungry?"
The cats both cocked their heads, their pupils dilated.
"Okay, I'll feed you after I get dressed."
The cats pranced off down the hall.
Bruce walked over to the couch and found the rest of the batsuit. He put the plated shirt back on. He then slipped on the boots, fastening the shin guards. He grabbed the gauntlets and slipped them on. He tightened the straps, causing the defensive blades on the gauntlet to pop out. He then grabbed the cowl and put it over his head, pulling the cowl on. He pressed the hidden button in the collar. The cape tightened, the material of the mask around his neck and head shifted into shape, securing the cape for gliding and creating that monstrous mask that conformed to his face. The lenses shifted into place perfectly.
Batman grabbed his utility belt, wrapped it around his hips, and buckled it.
His lenses alerted him to an incoming call.
He pressed a gloved finger to the side of the mask.
"Good morning, Alfred."
"Master Bruce! You've been offline for hours. Is everything alright? Where are you?"
"I'm fine. I'm at Selina's."
"You mean Ms. Kyle, sir?"
"Mmm-hmm."
"So... she's-"
"She's Catwoman, yes."
"I see... and is Ms. Kyle aware of your true identity as well?"
"Yeah," Bruce couldn't help but smile as he said this, but the smile quickly faded as he'd realized how much of an ass he could be.
"I'm sorry, I should of told you about us... about how I was going to tell her."
"Sir... Bruce,"
Alfred rarely dropped his professional demeanor, but he felt that addressing the man he considered his son this way was appropriate.
"I'm glad you trust Ms. Kyle enough to tell her. Whenever you've returned home the past month, you looked, dare I say, happy. I didn't know what, or whom, illuminated you in such a way, but I am glad to see it."
Bruce wondered what that feeling he had the past month was. He'd felt less angry and lonely. less like the world only made sense if he forced it too.
"Maybe..." Bruce began, but trailed off into thought.
"Well perhaps we could continue this discussion after you've returned. You have a meeting in two hours."
"Can't wait." Bruce replied flatly.
"Was that... sarcasm, sir?"
"She's asleep right now," Batman asserted, dodging the question, "I'm going to make sure her cats are fed, then I'll be on my way."
"Very good, sir... wait. 'Feed the cats', sir?" Batman disconnected the call.
Batman brought the cape over his shoulders. He went around the couch and found the kitchen. He walked inside and spotted the cat food. He grabbed two cans that he thought the cats would like and a bowl from one of the cabinets. He peeled back the the lid, expecting the cats to come barreling in. They didn't, surprisingly. He dumped the food in the bowl. He picked it up and walked across the living room, down the hall, and stopped at a room with an open door.
"They have their own room. Interesting." Batman thought out loud.
The room was rather large, covered in houses, bridges, and scratching posts.
In the middle the cats sat patiently, flicking their tails.
Batman looked at a couple of bowls against the wall. He walked over to them and dumped some of the food into each. The cats ran to the bowls and dug in.
Batman took the bowl back to the kitchen and placed it in the sink.
He thought he should probably leave a note. Maybe just text her phone? No, she likes notes. It's how this whole thing started. He went back into Selina's room, thinking there might be a pen and paper in one of the stands. She's a gorgeous woman who socialized with Gotham's upper class, surely he's not the only guy she's had over for... activities.
Batman opened her door. She was still asleep, still making those purrs and snores he liked. He silently made his way to the stand. He pulled the drawer to find a few pens and small pieces of paper. He wrote out something he thought sounded sweet and placed the paper on the stand.
He walked to the door and stopped. He turned around and looked at Selina. He walked over to her bedside. He then kissed her temple and stroked her hair.
"Love you kitten." he whispered.
He walked out the door, closing it behind him. He made his way to the sliding door and opened it, stepping onto the balcony. He closed the door behind him.
Batman stepped onto the railing, pressed the Batmobile Retrieval button and looked at the street below, a targeting symbol appearing in the lense. He pressed the button on his gauntlet again, then dove off. He dove ninety degrees to the street below. He spotted the car moving toward him. It sped to an empty road under him and drifted into park, right where he designated.
Nearing the car, Batman opened the cape, slowing his descent. The top hatch on the driver side of the car slid open. Batman dropped inside and grabbed the wheel. He pushed the stick lever forward, igniting the engine.
He slammed the gas pedal and sped down the street.