Bruce was in trouble. Big trouble. He hadn't been in this much trouble since—well, since Dick. He wasn't supposed to have feelings. Not for anyone else, anyway. He wasn't supposed to fall in love. Especially not with a super-villain.

Selina was in trouble, yet again. She had always been in love with the Bat, but recently she had become obsessed. She didn't know if she could fight it much longer, or if she even wanted to. As she sat on the edge of her bed, head in her hands, she wondered if she should even go out tonight. He might catch her, and she didn't know what she would do then. Probably something stupid. Her last thought before she donned her mask was one she thought often. A cat has to make a living somehow…

Bruce perched on top of the cathedral, gargoyles his only company. As he observed his city, he brooded on his feelings. He had to ignore them. There was no doubt about that. The question was, could he? Bruce jumped as he heard that painfully wonderful silky voice behind him.

"A bit chilly tonight, don't you think?" Selina knew she shouldn't have come, but she couldn't seem to help herself. It was almost as if the Caped Crusader was some substance or other, and she was addicted. She surprised even herself as she said, "I can think of a few ways you can get warm."

Bruce stared at his enemy, drinking her in hungrily. Had she just suggested what he thought she had? This was going to be the worst, and best, night of his life. "Oh, really?" He replied, arching his eyebrow. What was he thinking? Surely he was under the influence of some sort of toxin. No, he was only doing this because he wanted to. That was even scarier.

Selina purred. "Oh, yes. Several, in fact." Stepping forward, she draped her arms around his neck. What was she doing? Stop! She screamed at herself. It was futile, though. She knew she wouldn't. She was actually starting to enjoy herself. "If you wanted to, you could take me home. On the other hand, maybe I could abduct you. Then again, we could always stay right here, just like this, for the rest of the night."

Putting his arms around her waist, Bruce mentally slapped himself. He shouldn't be doing this. He really, really shouldn't be doing this. Pulling her closer to him, he took one hand off her hip and fired his grappling hook.

This is almost as good as flying, Selina thought to herself as she soared through the air in her lover's arms. They touched down next to the Batmobile. Was he actually going to take her home with him? Was she going to find out exactly whom she had been obsessed with for all these years? Smiling as he opened the passenger door for her, she climbed into the car. Maybe she didn't have to be a villain. Maybe she could stop. She knew she could, if he were there to help her through it. Suddenly, she felt a cloth cover her mouth, and a few seconds later she was unconscious. Boy, Kyle. You really screwed this up, didn't you?

Bruce felt guilty about this. Not about bringing Catwoman to his home, no. About knocking her out, yes. He wanted to trust her, but so many years of paranoia had made this all but impossible. If she found out that Batman and Bruce Wayne were one and the same, she could do horrible things to him. He didn't want that. Driving home, Bruce realized that he would have to find some way to explain this to Alfred. Oh well. He would cross that bridge when he came to it. Pulling into the Batcave, Bruce picked Catwoman up, and started carrying her up the stairs to his room.

A few moments later, Selina awoke in the arms of her lover. Well, at least I'm not in jail, she thought dryly. Sitting up, she realized that Batman had also risen. Her jaw dropped as she watched him remove his costume, one element at a time. First came the cape, reminding her of a matador. Next came the utility belt. Then came the boots, shirt, and pants. She realized that he wasn't going to remove his mask, or his underwear. What a pity.

Bruce's eyes wandered over the body of the woman who had once been his enemy, and probably still was, as she removed her black jumpsuit. Like him, she kept her mask on, as well as her underthings. That was for the best. He watched her bring her knees to her chest, and remove the blanket from under her. He watched as she patted the bed next to her invitingly, and finally stopped trying to resist that seductive charm.

Selina covered them up with the blanket, and moved closer to her enemy. Looking into his eyes, she saw a desperate yearning to reveal the truth, accompanied with fear. Her heart melting, she slowly removed her own mask. Placing her hand on his questioningly, she waited for permission. There was no way she was going to mess this up. Not now, when she had come so far.

Bruce gulped audibly, thinking of everything that could go wrong, and everything that could go right, and then nodded. When his cowl was removed, he heard his lover gasp. She knew. There was no turning back now. No way at all. At least he finally knew who she was. Selina Kyle, the rich woman who seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Reaching forward, he held his loving enemy tightly all through the night, kissing her repeatedly.

The Next Morning

Alfred Pennyworth wheeled the breakfast tray to his master's room. He knew Bruce had had a long night, because he hadn't even hung up his cape and cowl before going to bed. Alfred would do that for him. Opening the door, Alfred spoke. "Master Bruce, I prepared your—Oh, my. Oh, dear. It appears that I need to make more breakfast. If you will excuse me?"