((Alright, so this isn't the first fanfic I've ever written, but it is the first one I've ever posted. So please bear with me.))
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. As much as I wish I did ;)
The set up I pictured when I wrote this, is in some kind of cave in a panther exhibit. The lead up to this situation happening after the Croc and Batman have gotten into a fight at the Gotham zoo, as Batman has tried to stop Croc from following up with his idea of using the reptiles there for some sort of plan. Catwoman, who also happens to be at the zoo because she wants to release the poor repressed panthers, stumbles across the two fighting and manages to hide herself and Batman from the Croc after the Batman is injured…so here it is.
Up Close and PersonalChapter 1:
"It's alright, Honey. Shh." An unfamiliar voice whispers in my ear and instant panic washes over me. What's happening?
I try to move away from the voice and figure out my surroundings, but I'm quickly taken back by the pain the stabs throughout me with one little movement. The air is basically knocked out of my lungs and I'm left breathless.
"Aw, Batsy. Moving's only going to make it worse, please hold still and stay quiet, my sweet." The voice speaks again in a hashed whisper and places a gentle hand on my chest to prevent me from making another movement.
I open my eyes, not realizing that they were closed in the first place, and finally lay eyes upon the unknown speaker. I gasp and can feel my heart beat increase inside my chest as I lock eyes with the infamous burglar, Catwoman.
She smiles at me from behind her mask and places a finger to her ruby lips, indicating to me once again to remain quiet. But why?
I open my mouth to ask, but all that comes out is a weak groan that I am appalled to know came from myself. Damn it.
She frowns a little and moves closer to me and cups my exposed chin with her petite gloved hand. "Kitten, you're in no shape to be putting up such a fuss. And besides we've got to hide. We don't what the leatherback to find us, now would we?"
My eyebrows furrow beneath my mask. What is she talking about? I wonder and try to recall the last thing I remembered before winding up here (whereeverherewas) with her.
As if reading my mind, Catwoman leans in closer, her lips almost touching my ear. "We're held up in the panther exhibit at the Gotham city zoo. Croc is searching for us as I speak. That's why you gotta stay quiet…Otherwise he's going to rip some more holes into you."
As she says this she places her hand on my side and pushes down causing pressure. Pain explodes through me once again and I grit my teeth and hiss. I feel faint and weakly grab at her arm in vain, intending to stop her from what she is currently doing to me.
"Hun, you're bleeding out. I'm sorry, but this is the only way to prevent you from losing any more blood. I'm sorry, but it's going to sting quite a bit."
"Sting" isn't even half of what I am feeling at the moment. The spot she is pressing on burns like a red hot branding iron, not to mention the nausea rising up in my throat and the dizziness washing over me. I just want to scream, but refuse to both out of pride and at the newly learned information that the Croc is looking for us, and it is pretty obviously at the moment that I don't stand a chance against him, although there was no way on Earth that I would admit to this.
I raise my head far enough of the dirt floor to catch a quick glimpse of my wound before weakly plopping back into the dust. Man, I really am beat.
From what I could see past Selina's hands, I know the wounds bad. It's obviously deep, deducting from all the blood still flowing from it, despite the cat's best efforts, and the bloody pool I am currently laying in. It also looks dirty, which means it must have been inflicted by the Croc's claws, and if so that isn't good; infection will come soon, or it is probably here already judging by the slight chill coming over me. I've got to do something about it, or it's just going to get worse.
"h-Help…" I mutter, barely audible, but Catwoman is so close she thankfully hears me. "Help? Why did I help you? Aw, precious, you shouldn't be asking questions you already know that answer to –you've gotta save your strength. But you know I kind of fancy you, so why would I let my precious bat suffer when I could lend a helping hand?"
Wasn't exactly what I meant, but I find myself blushing a little, or becoming flushed from fever. Though, it didn't really matter. Either way I am thankful for the mask that hides this from her.
"No…r-r-Rob-bin…Help." I breathe out, frustrated with myself that I'm so weak as to not be even able to say one sentence without running out of breath and stumbling over my words. This is so embarrassing and of course she was the one that had to find me like this.
"Oh…yes, him. Yes, I guess it would be wise to contact the young robin. Was wondering how I was going to get us out of this pickle, and he may just be the answer… Do you have some kind of device you can use to contact him?" She asks and stares at me with those piercing green eyes that I so adore…though I'll never tell her so.
I nod weakly and reach for the device attached to my belt, but Selina beats me to it with her free hand and clicks the button to contact Dick and waits for his response.
I stare at her while she waits, like it's the first time I've ever truly seen her. She's beautiful, even if the suit does hide most of her features, but I know what she really looks like beneath the get-up. She's beautiful all around, from her blonde wavy hair to her perfectly shaped curves, but what really gets me is her personality; it is so different from any of the other women I've ever met, so elegant and a mysterious, and I think that's what truly keeps me interest in her.
"Hello, Robin." I hear her purr through the device (Although still very quietly, as to not to give away our location) and I quickly snap out of the daydream I was just in. "No, no my dear boy. It's not what you think. I'm calling because I need your help…well your friend more like it needs your help." She pauses for a moment I know listening to Robin, who is speaking from the other end. I wish I had enough strength to talk to him myself, I know what he must be thinking hearing Catwoman's voice over his transmitter instead of mine.
"He's not very well, I'm afraid. That's why you've got to get the batmobile to the Gotham city zoo quickly. We're hidden in the panther cage, the Croc is looking for your caped friend…but I'm not sure how much longer he can take being hidden here. He needs some real medical attention soon...Okay, hurry and I'll see you soon." She ends the call then meets my gaze again, her frown deepening and she set the device in the dirt to caress my face with the hand not keeping pressure on my wound.
"You're burning up." She says, and although she is trying to hide it, I can hear the worry in her voice.
I almost wish I could laugh, because in fact I no longer feel like I'm being burned alive, but rather I feel like I've been frozen in an ice cube by Mr. Freeze. "f-Freezin'…" I mumble and a shiver runs down my spine and causes me to tremble just to prove my point.
"I can see…" She says and looks around, obviously trying to come up with a solution. "Well I don't know, kitten. There's nothing here… But maybe I can come up with something."
She removed her hands briefly to quickly tear a piece of my cape off to press against my wound than takes me by my shoulders, as if she's going to move me. "Alright, dear, I'm just going to roll you on your side in a moment, please try not to make a sound."
I frown, but before she allows me to response she rolls me over onto my side. It kills and I feel dizzy and like I'm going to puke again, but I hold it down. I feel her place the cape to my side and along with some pressure again, but what I didn't expect came next.
A body pressed up to me from behind, their warmth quickly seeping through my costume and causing me to shake a little more, realizing just how cold I really feel. I panic and try to wiggle away, but once again it is proven that my body is not as strong as my mind at this point, as the slender Catwoman holds me in place against her.
"Shhh…I know, big ol' Bats doesn't want to show his tender side. But does that really matter when it's obvious you're in need of some body heat, even if you do feel like a furnace. C'mon, it's only for a little while, while we wait for your little birdy to come." She whispers in my ear, her arms wrapped around me, holding me close and keeping pressure to be wound.
I feel flushed again, not truly sure how to react to my current situation. It really wasn't like there was much I could do.
Selina, however, doesn't seem to mind the situation we are in (of course she wouldn't). She is curled up real close to me, head resting against my shoulder blades, probably trying to listen to my heart beat, and whispering encouragement to me at every tremble and hiss of pain I make.
"Not how I imagined our first date would have gone." She finally says in a quiet joking tone and squeezes me a little bit.
I shiver, but try my best to respond to her. "w-Well…if I had been g'ven notice…" I wheeze. Why's it got to be so god damn hard to speak? "I m-m-Might have been able to come up with some 'im better." I finally finish, beat at the effort of just making a witty remark.
Catwoman seems to purr at my remark and laughs a little. "Well I've gotta say, you do handle surprises well. This is one of the best dates I've been on." I can practically feel her cattish grin from behind me. "It's not every day a girl gets to be saving the hero of Gotham."
I sigh under my breath, instantly regretting it, due to how light headed it makes me feel.
"Although…not many girls get to be this up close and personal with him either. And I'm not gonna lie, I am rather enjoying it." She snuggles me, her cool breath on my neck.
"We should do this more often, Bats." She chuckles to herself a little.
My stomach does a little flip, which I try to convince myself is just due to my current physical state, but I know better. She makes me nervous –how did I ever fall in love with a cat burglar?
I know Robin is going to be here soon, which I guess is a good thing, seeing as I don't know how much longer my body can go with a wound like this and with the embarrassment I feel.
But I don't know…she's right…
It isn't every day the hero of Gotham gets saved by a pretty criminal, or gets to be the little spoon (which isn't that bad after all…Although I'll never admit to that, either).
The sound of heavy foot fall interrupts my thoughts and I stare out the small makeshift cave's entrance to see a disturbing pair of feet, that resemble that of a giant reptile's, standing near the entrance.
I feel Selina tense up behind me and my own heart beat weakly begin to pump faster.
The creature sniffs the air so loudly I swear it shakes the ground beneath us. Catwoman clings to me and we both jump at the loud drone of the Croc's voice as it fills the atmosphere:
"I smell blood."
Oh shit…this cannot be good.
~End of chapter 1~
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