CAT LOVER
CHAPTER 1 - "CAT HAVEN"
DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Batman" or "Catwoman" D.C does
AUTHORS NOTE: This is my first Batman fic and it's a Batman/Catwoman story. It will, for the time being, cover two chapters. The 1st chapter will be told from Catwoman/Selina's pov, the 2nd chapter will be told from Batman/Bruce's pov. It is set within the Catwoman volume 1 time period because that's when Selina was at her sexiest with a "painted on", non reflective cat-suit, long, flowing raven hair, thigh high boots and plenty of sassy grins.
I peeked at the bedside clock, 4:00 am. The sky outside was a faint grey, night had passed, the moon had set but the sun had not yet risen. This time of the morning fascinated me, "hauntingly beautiful" is how I often describe it, a space between the moon and the sun, neither night nor day, limbo, though it only lasted a few hours. Bruce stirred beneath me, let out a faint groan but did not wake, his thick, sinewed arms still wrapped securely around my soft form. Lifting my head from his chest, I raised my left hand to his jaw and let the finger tips tug lightly on his bottom lip, he groaned softly once more, I can't help but grin mischievously and giggle to myself. I snuggle into his sleeping form, my forearms folded tightly into my own chest. I love teasing him, Batman that is, teasing Bruce is something new entirely. It had been around a week since it happened, since Batman opened his heart and soul to me and invited me in, it turns out Batman is Bruce Wayne and vice versa. After years of repressed sexual desire we've got a lot of catching up to do, and it's been a lot fun getting to know literally every inch of each other, talk about grand passion, we've spent virtually an entire weekend in bed, I never imagined Batman to be such a gentle, tender lover. You know it just hit me, I feel completely safe and secure for the first time in my entire life, snuggled in Bruce's arms, in his bed, in his "castle", in his life, even more so with the knowledge that he's Batman. It's strange, probably hard for any normal person to understand but I've always felt safe around Batman. The first time we crossed paths my attraction to him developed spontaneously, his dark figure encompassed in that massively flowing cape was so seductive, his deep, rough voice so sensual. Most of the time he'd be chasing/fighting me across cold rooftops, though I was running and fighting I felt safe because I knew deep down Batman would never let me come to any serious harm, if I fell he would catch me, he hated the idea of hurting me, it was written all over his face. Our battles weren't underlied by the hatred and animosity that Batman carried into his battles with other rogues. Our battles were one of a kind, they had an air of playfulness about them, I would tease him with words and with my body, it masked years of sexual tension, repressed desire and lust, the heat of passion perculated beneath it all. The most enjoyable thing was always how Batty tried his darndest to remain stoic and square jawed no matter how flirtatious I became, he's so cute when he's serious. I remember one time he'd talked me into another mercy mission, he was always good at exploiting my morals, so anyway we were hidden in the shadows, surveying a suspect's haunt, I was close behind Batty when he asked me, with his trademark deep, gravelly voice:
"I've never seen you without one of your pets close by, where have they all gone tonight?".
I was suprised at first, Batman was never one to initiate that style of conversation, but I responded in force, moving in even closer to him, my breasts pressing against his back, my palms softly grasping his rock hard shoulders.
"I keep Isis and the rest of the girls locked up this time of year".
I whispered to him.
"Why is that?".
He queried.
While still behind him, I slowly wrapped my arms over and around his neck, brought my lips right to his ear and whispered:
"She's in heat".
I gave his cheekbone a gentle lick before he spoke again:
"That's enough".
With that stern tone that makes me giggle.
He hadn't moved, hadn't even flinched, but I could sense it, boiling, burning beneath that cape and cowl of his, the lust, the desire, desire to rip away the masks and fascades, surrender to the carnal temptations between us and take me in the most primal, passionate way imaginable. Have I mentioned how fun it is to tease and test him, see how far I can remove his focus from the straight and narrow before he puts his foot down. I could never distract him for long though, that's something I've always admired about him his relentless devotion, to his own personal mission. No, no matter how much I teased and tempted him, no matter how many times I dropped suggestive lines about animals in heat or pressed my soft figure against his rock hard build, I could never quite get him to step over the line. It was a primal mating dance that never ended, I would tease him, he would chase me, our bodies would end up pressed together, my arms slung around his bull neck, his strong palms holding my wasp waist, our lips mere centimetres apart, complete silence save for the faint whisper of parched breath, and then he'd disappear. As I said it was like some mating dance, only when it came to the final act, he would never follow through, sometimes I really hated him for that, it really frustrated me, sexually and emotionally. One such time I was certain I had him, we were locked in a passionate exchange of tongues, usually when I would kiss him I could feel him fighting against it, but this time he welcomed the kiss and he really meant it, I was certain he was ready to open up, as I softly held his head with my palms, both thumbs slipped in underneath the opening of his mask ready to pull it off, but then he snapped, pushing me to the ground with a stern:
"NO!...we've been here before, I can't get involved with you...not while your'e still on the wrong side of the law...not while your'e still Catwoman"
It infuriated me, blinded me with rage.
"You Bastard!".
I screamed at him, jumping to my feet and sending a stiff kick directly into his crotch, he didn't try to avoid the kick, he just took it, crumpling to the ground in obvious pain.
"Why can't you just accept me as I am, why do you insist on taming me, it's not because I break the law sometimes, it's because your'e a control freak, you won't follow through unless you know your the only one with the power, the control!".
I hissed, drawing my bullwip and flaying him as he lay crumpled on the ground.
"Catwoman gives ME power and control, you'll never tame her, she'll never be your little kitten who only purrs when you say so you bastard!".
I hissed once more as I relentlessly punished him with the whip, I continued to even after speaking my bit, I brutally flayed him over and over. The only thing I loved as much as teasing him was disempowering him, it excited me like nothing else. He didn't resist my punishment, he just huddled on his hands and knees and took the flaying, soon sharp, painful groans spilled from his lips with each lashing. I did stop, eventually, but not before my frustration had been completely vented, and that took a while. Batman still huddled on the ground, conscious but likely in considerable pain, his heavy, laboured breathing was all that could be heard on the rooftop.
"See what happens when you try to tame a cat!".
I hissed at him. To my suprise he replied.
"I just want to protect you...make certain your'e always safe...Catwoman puts you in danger".
With all the punishment and pain I had given him, he barely managed to get those words out, it wasn't just physical pain though, it was emotional, his voice carried a throaty stutter, as if he were about to cry. His words stabbed me right in the heart, he really did care about me, I almost cried.
As I've already mentioned, it was far more playful at times, like not too long ago when Batty had another run in with that clown the Joker, I was strung into it somewhere along the way. Like always, Batty managed to foil laughing boy, eventually, when the dust cleared both Batman and the Joker were unconscious but I was still standing, I knew it was my cue to high-tail it, but before leaving I did something wickedly delicious, I stole Batty's cape and utility belt. I wish I could have seen his face when he woke up to find them gone. I've still got that cape, I use it as a bed blanket, wrapping myself up in it at night gives me a warm, content feeling all through my body, I remember the first night I returned home with it, Batty's scent was still strongly embedded in it back then, but now it carries my lavender pheremone.
However it was not soley his fault that our relationship was so tortured, our mutual love so repressed, I am just as much to blame. I always rejected his attempts to reform me, I guess I had just lost faith in other people's promises, the system promised to protect me when my parents died, that is before they stuck me in that orphanage where that evil old bitch abused me. Catwoman gave me strength, power, control, independence she was the only person I could trust. I guess I just felt that surrendering to Batman's ideal of the world would be betraying Catwoman and everything she had done for me, all the power and independence she had given me, I wasn't about to change all that so that some "big, strong man" could protect me, I didn't need a man to look after me, I could take care of myself. I realise now it was all just petty bitterness that had kept us apart, why should something so trivial keep me from my lover. Just because I don't see the world exactly the way he does, it doesn't mean he can't trust me, I suppose he's finally realised that, afterall I have fought alongside him enough times to prove myself, even saved his life on one or two occassions.
I peeked at the bedside clock again, 5:00am, the first rays of sunlight radiate from the horizon. Bruce is still fast asleep, I shift my naked body slightly beneath soft bed sheets and snuggle in closer to my lover, resting my head on his broad chest. I'm truly safe here, I can sleep peacefully, Batman would never let his lover come to any harm.
END OF CHAPTER 1.
Well I hope you enjoyed that, soon I'll be posting CHAPTER 2 which will be written from Batman/Bruce's perspective, be on the look out for it!. 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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