Author's Note: Okay, so the title kind of gives it away…but I hope you'll read it anyway. My Bruce and Selina are back for a third installment! If you've clicked on this and haven't read the first two, you probably should. (BloodSweatTears and Happily Ever After).

I just couldn't give up not writing one of my favorite pairs! Okay, read on and let me know!

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The Bat and the Cat Come Back

Chapter One

She quietly crept through the house. Her footsteps didn't make a sound on the floor, thanks to the plush carpet the covered the main paths of the house.

Her target was in a back bedroom of the house. They weren't even going to know what hit them.

She continued her careful steps and pressed herself against the wall outside the door. She silently counted to herself.

One. Two. Three.

She launched herself into the room and her smug smile turned into a mixture of disappointed and confused.

The room was empty.

"What the hell?" she asked out loud.

"Looking for me?" a voice behind her asked.

She jumped and screamed, but only just a little.

"Your nerves are getting bad," he told her while he wore a delighted smirk on his face. "You should do something about that."

"If you weren't my husband, Bruce, I probably would have caused you and your body parts some irreparable damage," she said, attempting to save face. "But I need you and them; you're safe this one time."

Bruce Wayne pulled himself towards him. She struggled against him slightly before giving in and wrapping her arms around him.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"So, what are you up to down here?" Selina asked. "All the time."

Bruce shrugged. "Things," he replied.

"Well, thank you for being incredibly vague, Mr. Wayne," she purred. Selina let go of her husband and moved to the very large monitor that served as his computer screen. It took up most of the wall in the moderately-sized bedroom. She pressed a key on the keyboard and the screen lit up. A password entry page came up immediately.

"You should just tell me what you're doing. I can be into this system in seconds," Selina told him. "I'll find out either way."

"Seconds?" Bruce asked, his arms folded across his chest.

"Seconds."

It had been a mere six months since they'd dealt with the special form of crazy that was Sofia, Josef and Leo. Life had settled down now and Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle were finally experiencing normal life as a married couple. Well, as normal as the two of them could be.

Alfred was still living in Italy and he'd recently purchased a small cottage, just down the road from the Waynes. He was doing very well, despite the heartbreak he'd just dealt with. They hadn't wanted Alfred to move out, but he insisted that he had to. However, no matter what he told them, it was for his own sanity only. The Bat and the Cat were difficult enough to live with on their own; both together were a nightmare to anyone that wasn't them.

Life lately had been pretty good; except for the last three nights where Selina rarely saw her husband out of his office on the first floor of the house.

Bruce put on his best 'faking it' face and looked at Selina.

"You know you can't lie to me. I know you've been down here brooding over something," Selina said.

"I don't brood," he told her.

Selina laughed out loud. She could not control it. "Oh man. That was fantastic joke! You, Bruce Wayne, don't brood? Ha!" she continued to laugh.

"I don't even know what you're talking about," he said.

"What's wrong?" she asked seriously.

"Nothing," he lied.

He didn't want to lie to Selina, but he felt it wasn't the time to tell her yet. There was no need to worry her now. Besides, he didn't quite know what he was going to say anyway.

"Why don't we just go upstairs," he said as his hands slid around her stomach and hips from behind.

Selina was still standing at his computer set up, attempting different password combinations. His lips found the curve of her exposed neck and he pressed himself against her.

She let herself enjoy the moment for a second, then turned to face him.

"Nice try, Wayne, but you can't distract me with my own moves," she said.

Bruce actually smiled this time.

"Guess I will have to use my own moves."

"You don't have any moves," she challenged her husband.

Without another second she was up and over his shoulder, laughing and pretend fighting his grip. He'd successfully, if only temporarily, distracted her from the computer.

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Bruce was fast asleep when Selina crept out of their bed. In the faint moonlight that was coming in from the windows, Selina admired her husband's sleeping form. He was looking younger than he had in a long time. Life had been quiet for the two of them and they had really gotten to know one another. And they hadn't killed one another yet.

Selina grabbed a discarded tank top and pair of yoga pants from the floor and silently slipped them on. She smiled into the dark once more and continued out of the room.

Down in the new 'bat cave' as Selina called it, she sat down at the chair in front of the computer. She knew that eventually Bruce would tell her what he was doing, but Selina wasn't willing to wait.

It was clear that Bruce didn't really want to keep her out of the whole thing anyway. She tried a few different password combinations and five minutes later, she was into Bruce's computer. It was the easiest password combination she could have tried: the date of their anniversary. Either Bruce really didn't want to keep her out or he was getting slopping in their domesticity. But Selina really doubted that Bruce Wayne was going to get sloppy when it came to safe-guarding his secrets.

The background of the computer was an image of Bruce and Selina and for a single second, she considered logging back out and heading back upstairs. But instead she smiled and clicked on one of the file icons.

Instantly, Selina was bombarded with news articles about Gotham City. It included news about Wayne Enterprises, Nightwing, and a new crime wave that was sweeping through the city.

Selina read through a few of the articles. Bruce hadn't mentioned a single thing about Gotham in the past months and she thought that he felt the same way she did about their birthplace. Selina figured that he didn't give a shit about Gotham anymore.

Apparently she was wrong.

She closed that file and brought up the next one. It contained a series of email conversations between Bruce and Lucius Fox. They'd started right after the incident with Leo and Josef and continued right up until last night.

Selina sat there for what must have been hours, reading every line that the two men had written to one another. And she couldn't believe the final line that Bruce had sent the night before.

Furious, she closed everything and went stomping back upstairs. Selina made as much noise as she possibly could as she climbed the two flights of stairs up to the master suite.

Reaching their room, she kicked the door open unceremoniously and it banged into the wall behind it, very likely leaving a hole in the drywall where the doorknob connected with it.

Instantly, Bruce was awake and alert in bed.

When he realized that it was Selina causing the ruckus, he rubbed his eyes absentmindedly before he ran his hands through his hair in an attempt to tame it.

"Something bothering you, Selina?" he asked as he watched her move around the room.

She was pulling his clothing out of his dresser and throwing it in a heap on the floor. Once she'd effectively emptied a whole drawer, she moved into the bathroom and further into the walk in closet accessible only through that way. A moment later, she'd returned with her arms full of his suits and dress shirts.

Bruce was up and out of bed, pulling on a pair of athletic shorts as he followed her out into the sitting room. Selina had walked to the overlook on the third story of their house and dumped every article of clothing in her arms over the railing.

Selina turned around and stood with her hands on her hips and observed her husband.

"What did I do?" he asked sleepily.

While the two of them hadn't killed each other in the past six months of 'normal' married life, it didn't mean that they had gone without fighting. Routinely, Selina would get mad at him for something he'd done or not done and vice versa. They'd had plenty of screaming matches, but it had never gotten physical. In fact, this particular occasion was the first time that Bruce had ever seen his wife this angry.

Something had changed in her eyes. Her dark eyes were almost black and her face was hard and showed nothing but anger.

He moved towards her, he wanted to touch her, to calm her down. But she moved away from him and his outstretched arm.

"Why are you doing this? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm helping you pack for your trip," she said quietly. It didn't matter how quiet she was though, Bruce could still hear the anger in her voice.

"What trip?" Bruce asked her. It was still early and he wasn't catching on as quickly as he normally would.

"Your trip to Gotham," she hissed. "Have a nice flight," she said before stalking back into their bedroom and slamming the door.

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Author's note: okay, really what do you think? Would you really read another of my Bruce and Selina stories? I hope so because I really want to write it! Anyway, please do let me know what you think!