A/N: Lately I've been getting reviews asking for a sequel… And even though I haven't written for over a year I got hit with an idea, which has possessed me and caused me to write this story… Enjoy and review! ;)

We join Batman in Gotham, another night, another crime scene, another world. Thanks to amazing DC comics there are different earths... Earth-1, Earth-2, Earth-X… It is to be assumed that this story takes place in a different world than my last story.

Selina and Bruce are not almost engaged, they do not even know each other. Selina is not dying from a fatal disease, and never was. She is quite happy with her life of crime, and her cats. Mr Squeakers is glad she doesn't have a man in her life.

Do NOT ask me why.

Anyway Batman, like many other nights, is currently answering a distress call, and unlike "most" nights he flew into the scene of the crime, testing his new toy: Bat wings. Because he is cool.

Catwoman (responsible of the crime), is not impressed by his bat wings but is slightly amused nevertheless, "Boys never do grow up…Do they?"

Batman eyed her, "Maybe not. But girls never stop playing pretend."

Catwoman placed a hand on her hip, "I'm not pretending to be anything."

"Maybe not." Agreed Batman, "But it seems to me that you're pretending to be innocent."

Catwoman shrugged, "Enlighten me. The only thing I'm guilty of is standing in an alley at midnight talking with an oversized Bat."

"I got a distress call… What'd you do?" Batman asked.

Catwoman pretended to admire her nails, "Not telling." And she took off running.

Batman followed her, but not to far. Only around the corner, where Catwoman stood facing him. Batman nearly did a double take, "I thought we were playing a game of cat and mouse…"

Catwoman laughed, "Nope just pretending. I just don't much care for running."

Batman blinked, "Well that's new."

Catwoman shrugged, "Not really…. Do you ever feel like this is wrong?"

Batman didn't quite get it, "What's wrong?"

"Me being a villain; you being a hero…" Catwoman mused.

"What? You want a turn being the hero?" Batman asked, with a confused grin.

"No… That's not what I'm saying. I just have this feeling…" Catwoman trailed off., "It's just wrong."

"You know what's really wrong?" Batman asked. Catwoman shook her head. "Whatever you did to sound the emergency distress signal."

Catwoman sighed, "Oh that… I called in a bomb threat at this fancy restaurant and-"

"You did WHAT?"

"Relax… I don't really have a bomb… I just wanted your attention."

"So you were pretending to have a bomb?"

"Well…"

"See?"

"Look. Maybe I'm pretending that I don't have a bomb."

"Which would mean that you DO have a bomb."

"Yes…"

"So what was the point of pretending that you don't have a bomb."

"'It's fun to pretend'", Quoted Catwoman.

Batman sighed, "Women… What are your demands?"

"I want you to take me to dinner. At the restaurant… In costume."

"WHAT!?"

A/N: That's All for now… I have a sleepover to attend! Review please!