-1Title : Something New, Please

Author : Madd13

Rating : T

Disclaimer : All credit goes to DC Comics for creation and original development of all character involved.

Characters : Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, James Jesse, Hartley Rathaway, Leonard Snart, Carmen Leno

Summery : Selina Kyle is on her last nerve. This was his last chance and now she needs something new, something much different.

"For never was there a story of more woe, Than this of Juliet and her Romeo."

Selina let out a heavy sigh, closing the book she had wisely brought with her. She had started the book at home. She hadn't gotten terribly far into it when she received the call. "Meet me at our favorite spot." He said. "I'll be there at eight." He said. "Our" favorite spot meant one of the nicest Italian restaurants in Gotham. They had actually had their first real date here. In all honesty, it had been very enjoyable. From there it had all been down hill.

Now, here Miss Kyle sat, reading one of the saddest love stories ever penned, and mourning her own. If Bruce was her Romeo, then it had been written entirely wrong the first time. That, or they were playing this out miserably. It was so on again, off again that it wasn't even worth their time. Yet, here she always managed to be. She sat at a table for two, a bottle of wine later and none the happier for it.

This time she had her book and was nearly brought to tears. That's right, the hardened Selina Kyle had real feelings. May the world stand still and gaze in wonder. She took a deep breath, pulled out a credit card and gave it to the waiter. He was smart enough to say nothing, act as if nothing were wrong. Had she gotten pity from anyone, she might have screamed.

The boy received a tip just for being bright.

Standing, she made for the door, purse and book clutched tightly in her hand. Her black satin heels tapped importantly as she took her leave and promised never to return here with him again. He was a heartless beast and didn't deserve her company. She was much to valuable and too much fun to not want to be around. It was just that he was a cold blooded thing and couldn't tell a good thing when it bit him on the butt.

Yeah, that was it. He was just stupid.

It had nothing to do with the fact that he seemed to find her undesirable, that she was too much a criminal for him. She just wasn't what he wanted. She often wasn't and this was the last time she would be pushed to the side. This was the final straw and she wouldn't be dumped because of petty crime. Most of the Gotham psychos were locked up right now. Anyone that wasn't was quiet or of no importance.

But if they weren't important, why wasn't he here with her? Selina let out a heavy sigh and continued home. It was only a couple of blocks and she didn't fear anything that would come out late at night. She was bad enough that they wouldn't screw with her for no reason. That and she had kicked a good number of looney butts that they just didn't want another bruise or claw mark from her.

That was what she needed. The raven haired woman smiled at the thought of a late night prowl. That would clear her mind and make her feel better. Getting inside her door on a high numbered floor with floor to ceiling windows, Selina greeted the felines that came to her. She purred quietly, already feeling the comfort of cats. They just had to meow at her and they took some of the hurt away. It was a mutual thing, thankfully. As independent as cats were, she knew that they loved her as she loved them. Sometimes that was enough. Sometimes she needed a person to love. If only it were so easy to find one.

Pulling on the skin tight black leather, Catwoman pulled down her goggles, grabbed her whip and she was out into the dark night. The rush of wind was cleansing as she leapt from her balcony to a rooftop below. She ran, jumping from roof to roof. She pushed herself harder, faster, making it so the only noises were the wind and her heart. She wanted no thoughts in her mind. She just needed something to clear her mind for an hour. To forget.

It worked until she noticed large signs on the museum as she passed it. Slowly, the thief doubled back and read the large print. Now that would make her feel much better. With a sly smirk, she made her way to the museum roof, checking the windows before cutting into one. Some of the guards knew not to press the lock on the roof windows. They realized that, as much as it cost to have a precious artifact stolen, it was also very costly to keep replacing the windows she cut holes into.

Opening one of the panels, she slipped in. No alarms, of course. The cameras didn't even pivot to cover the ceiling. So far, nothing but cake. Gracefully walking along the rafter beams, she went to each camera, hanging down by her whip. A master of high tech heists, Catwoman looped the cameras. They wouldn't know something was missing until someone made their rounds, or until the morning.

It didn't take long for her to slip back out and head on her way with the cat statue tucked carefully in her ever present pack. One never knows when they would need something to put something in. It was a precaution when she first stepped out in her leather. Now it was just damn useful.

The crunch of boots behind her though, that was plain old annoying. It also made her anger spike. Balling her hands into fists, she shook her head. "Don't say it. I know what you want and you don't get to have it your way," She hissed. "Selina," Batman murmured quietly, taking a step forward. He had been going to tell her to put it back. He also wanted to say he was sorry. He heard the pain and frustration in her voice. It made a very small pang of guilt flitter in the deep, dark depths where his heart should be.

"No!" She growled, turning on her heel, lowering into a crouch, teeth bared in a snarl. "You don't get it. You can't apologize out of this this time. You don't get the statue. You don't get me." Taking a few steps back, Selina shook her head. "I'm done. Tonight was your last shot. You can't have me anymore Bruce. Not Selina, not Catwoman," She continued, putting her strength of will into the words.

She was a strong woman. She didn't need a man. She didn't need anyone. The only things of importance were her cats, her sister, and her little … problem. The only thing Bruce had a beef with out of the list was her kleptomania. That could not be helped. She could stop, sure, but she would get the itch eventually. She would just need to do it and wouldn't be able to stop herself. At least she wasn't stealing the food off of people's tables. She wasn't hurting anyone to the point that they would lose anything from what she took. And she refused to take a life. Selina Kyle, Catwoman, did not kill for fun.

Yet, he couldn't get passed a little theft. She helped, a lot. She did quite a bit of good considering. But she was just a criminal. Neither side of her was good enough for any side of him. So she would stop trying. She would just try to find someone that accepted and wanted her for her, no change required.

"Selina, please. You need to understa-" "No! No, I don't need to understand tonight. I've understood for years, Bruce," She hissed, interrupting him. She was tired of coming second to his obsession. Her problem was really, incurable. His was he was still partly that little kid wanting to save Mommy and Daddy. He couldn't save them. Not them, not now. He couldn't save everyone. He couldn't be Batman all the time and his own self-made psychological dysfunction made it so he could never not be Batman. He was the Bat pretending to be Bruce Wayne. He wasn't just a guy trying to do a little good. He was just a vigilante.

Selina couldn't do that anymore. She couldn't try to tend to his deep seeded wounds that he wouldn't let close and still function in this relationship. "I'm done, Brucey. No more dinners. No more late nights for the Cat and the Bat. Find a new heart to break." With that she turned on her hell. She started to walk away, counting silently to get her emotions under control.

"Selina, wait. Gordon needed me. I had to go." He continued to plead with her, trying to make her slow down, to listen. He just wanted another shot at shooting her down. He had stood her up tonight and that was enough. He would be the dumped now and she would go onto greener pastures. If only she could find them.

She went for her bike, promising her cats should would be home soon silently. They knew how to take care of themselves so she didn't worry about them. What she was worried about was her emotional damage and how to fix herself this time. All she knew was she needed out of this city.