a/n: my regular readers will know me for TVD, but I've recently become obsessed with the love of Batman & Catwoman. There is just something about them that pulls me in, makes it impossible for me to resist. My fingers have been aching to write something for them for well over a month now and the other night driving home gave me an idea for a novel.

Well, I don't have much time for novel writing thanks to my devotion to fanfiction, but I hate forgetting ideas so I figured I would take these two characters and throw them into a slight AU world and see how it pans out. I plan on doing a slightly more canon fic for them as well, but for now I find this idea intriguing and I hope you do to.

Bruce could feel the rain seeping into his suit almost the moment he stepped out of the car. The engine breaking down this morning; fine he could deal with that. The radio that fizzled and couldn't find a station now thanks to the damaged antenna; he could learn to live with silence. But this! A flat tire at two in the morning, in the middle of nowhere! No, Bruce Wayne could not handle this. He shouldn't have to handle this. Grumbling to himself he cursed, kicked the offending tire and went around to the trunk. Realizing he'd forgotten to pop it to begin with, he now stomped over to the drivers side, pulled the lever and marched back. He took a deep, settling breath and threw open the trunk lid.

The small, orange lightbulb glowed but gave no redemption. In the place where a spare tire was supposed to sit was nothing. He was stranded.

Selena pushed harder on the gas pedal, her black heels balancing against the soft carpet of the Audi. It was probably not the best choice to steal this car. Especially since she was wanting to disappear, but it was nice to drive. And it was fast. And she needed fast right now. She needed to get away from that damned city and that damned man as fast as possible. She turned up the radio a little louder, the rock soothing her as the windshield wipers battled the violent rain. She noticed her hands were tight on the wheel and she took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. The glittering lights of Gotham were far, far away and yet she looked back in the rear view mirror again, afraid perhaps that they would follow her. Her paranoia, her fear and her exhaustion were all getting to her.

She would have to stop soon, she knew it. She just wasn't ready to give up running quite yet. Something so natural was hard to simply stop.

Bruce heard the engine off in the distance and looked back over his shoulder. The headlights were dim through the rain but he could definitely make out the shape of a car. An import by the sounds of it. He slammed the trunk with force, not really impressed with fancy import cars at the moment and stepped to the side of the car, hoping to flag the driver down. His hand was already in his back pocket, feeling for his wallet and making sure that it was there in case he needed to bribe the driver with a Benjamin Franklin or two. The car slowed as it approached and he wondered briefly why another driver of a car of this caliber would be on a road such as this. On a night such as this. He considered the idea of a villan behind the wheel but as it slowly stopped next to him and the automatic low whirring of the window lowering he pushed the thought aside.

"Are you alright?" the voice that called to him was female and he stepped closer to the car to inside. The lights from the dashboard illuminated her face and he nodded.

"I am. My car however has seen better days." He couldn't help noticing how beautiful she was, her long raven hair hung in loose curls down her back, her green eyes almost an emerald color. He noticed the way she bit her bottom lip as she thought, those eyes studying him.

"Know how to change a flat tire?" she almost sounded like she was teasing him, no doubt judging him thanks to the suit, the Rolex and his perfectly cut- albeit- wet hair.

"It seems the spare is already on the car. It's a rental."

"Ah." She nodded understandingly and glanced at the road ahead of her. That bottom lip had found its way back between her teeth. "I guess I could give you a lift. If you promise not to kill me."

He laughed at her joke, and nodded. "You got it. I'll just grab my bag."

Selena nodded and set the car in park. What was she doing? She had to get as far away as she could by sunrise! What part of that was so hard to understand? Now she was stopping on deserted back roads and helping a Suit that clearly didn't know a thing about cars. Probably didn't know a thing past that briefcase he'd just tossed into her back seat. When he was next to her and the door was shut she shifted back into drive and took off down the road. They sat in less than comfortable silence for a few minutes before he reached over and turned the music down. She threw him a glare, but he seemed unaffected by it.

"This is a nice car." He stated before she could say anything rude.

She felt like saying it was nicer than his, but held her tongue on the matter. "Thank you. It's not mine though."

"Fancy rental for you to?"

The question made her heart skip a beat. At least she knew he wasn't a cop. "You could say that."

"Did you steal it?" he asked a little more pointedly and she shifted in her seat.

"What makes you ask that?" she tried to giggle but it came out a twisted squeak.

"Because it's my car."

His answer was so matter a fact she almost didn't understand it. "I beg your pardon."

He turned in his seat to look at her more clearly. "I thought Catwoman only stole jewels."

a/n: this is sort of a teaser, just a taste to get you hooked. Anyone hooked? Anyone want more? Let me know :D