In the Comfort of the Cat
Disclaimer all Characters belong to Christopher Nolan and DC Comics
{Chapter 1 : Glimmers }
The Gotham Arms Hotel, was the top list of the degeneracy of the elite the plunder their wealth into the entrails of international cuisine and aged fermented wine shipped from the vineyards of Italy.
A young, attractive e brunette, Selina Kyle walked elegantly towards the velvet station, her long auburn flecked hair cascaded down her backbone as a few young tenants roved their eyes over her dark silk clothes that hugged every curve of her shapley body.
She flashed them with a seductive smile and gave quick wiggle with her hips.
She was the center of attention, basking in the bright lights, and glancing over the rich twits and wives clad with fur coats. Selina was the paragon of the night, until a pair of LD headlights shifted all eyes away from her to an expensive Italian sports car.
Her brown eyes flamed at a sharp suited young man guiding the Lamborghini Murcielago into the semicircular driveway of Puccio's restaurant that occupied the top story of the hotel.
She saw the driver's turn become too broad and the car's right tires went onto the curb knocking over a potted plant. He jolted to a halt at the valet's station.
A uniformed tenant opened the drivers side door, which flipped upwards and the handsome driver emerged as the cluster of reporters flashed their cameras shouting his name. "Over here, Bruce Wayne!"
"They really ought to get to these drives wider," the young billionaire said
"Yes sir, Mr. Wayne," the attendant said, admiring the silver sports car. "Nice car."
Bruce's lips curved into a grin. " "You should see my other one." he said under his breath and shifted his deep set gaze on a the beautiful woman in a black dress standing near the revolving doors of the hotel. He shot her a real smile and she rolled her eyes in response and slipped her slipped her thin body through the doors, as an older couple walked away.
Another attendant opened the passenger door and two young European woman who called themselves Kiki and Sooze got out. They were petite, one short haired brunette and one long haired blonde, spiked heeled, and both were wearing very short floral -print cocktail dresses.
Shall we, ladies?" Bruce coaxed. Both women giggled, Kiki took Bruce's left arm and Sooze took his right and the trio entered the building through the revolving door dedicated to Puccio's clientele, Bruce averted his eyes from the ladies and quickly glanced around for the alluring brunette before they went to a modern glass elevator.
They ascened up to the fortieeth floor and paced into the glittering place of clean linen, crystal and silver tableware, and the smell of rich sauced dishes blanketed the air. Floor-to -ceiling windows gave the diners a breathtaking scene of downtown Gotham's City's millions of lights. A sculpted fountain with a pond at its center ran along one side of the formation.
A low mutter of conversation and playing of spoons and forks against china echoed in the air.
A tuxedo maitre d' led Bruce, Kiki and Sooze to William Earle's table, where dinner was already under way.
Bruce released a deep a breath and pulled on his snobby semblance of the pampered brat, as he strode with the his hands touching the bottoms of his lovely dates.
He tripped up a whiff an enchanting scent, he appeared over his shoulder and found Selina sitting at a table sipping a glass of red wine while in a pleasant conversation with her engagement, she was one of the most beautiful creatures he had ever set his eyes on, the jealous character of him waited to sweep her off her feet and carry her away from the lusty stare of silvery haired gentlemen. While the other part of him recognized it would be a selfish act to precede a complete stranger as beautiful as she may be away from her date.
Another time, Bruce thought looking directly at her dark eyes. Another time.
As he walked out from the table, the woman raked her eyes over his body, surveying over every detail as he turned to the table of Earl and his four other people. She bit her bottom lip, as she stared into his well cut stone features groomed wavy chocolate hair, and shadows that sculpted around his eyes.
"Bruce Wayne," She muttered, placing her glass down, seeing all eyes of other female diners look at the charismatic, magnetic and electric billionaire
He was a crossbreed of a human being who couldn't contain himself, she felt a purr of satisfaction vibrate against the ramparts of her throat.
Bruce smiled a hello as he and the two women sat down, taking heed to the life of the conversation already in progress between an expensively dressed, middle-aged man and the much young woman who was obviously his wife.
For several minutes, Bruce jointed the chit chat, which eventually turned to the crime situation in Gotham and the mysterious vigilante newly arrived in the metropolis.
Everyone except the young wife seemed to believe that this masked do-gooder was a nut can see that belonged into a cell at Arkham.
"Well, he may be...unorthodox," the young wife said. "But at least he's getting something done."
"Bruce, help me out here," her husband said.
"A guy who dresses up like a bat clearly has issues," Bruce tapped his temple with a weak chuckle.
'But he put Falcone behind bars," the young wife protested.
"And now the cops are trying to bring him in," the husband said. "What does that tell you?"
"They're jealous," she replied sweetly with a smile.
As Bruce and the other dinner guests conversed, Kiki and Sooze quietly left the table and headed to the fountain. The two woman slipped off their shoes and lowered themselves giggling, into the pool.
The horrified maitre d' hurried toward Bruce with irritation rattling in his brown eyes. "Sir the pool is for decoration only and...your friends do not have swimwear."
Bruce pursed his lips and gave a dumbfounded look, he turned and glanced at two women splashing in the water. "Well, they're European," he explained with a faint chuckle.
The maitre d' looked around, as though seeking help, and said. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave.:
Bruce nodded and took a checkbook from an inner pocket, uncapped a gold fountain pen and began writing his signature on a line.
"It's not a question of money," the maitre d' protested.
Bruce pulled a check from the book and stuff into the maitre d's shirt."You see I'm buying this hotel...and setting some new rules on the pool area." He showed off a smile and switched his eyes to focus Selina, who threw him a taunting smirk.
He expressed an irritating smirk, before he nonchalantly walked to the pond, as the waiter stared at the number zero on the tab. Kiki and Sooze grabbed his jacket and pulled him in beside them.
Selina shook her head with annoyance and fixed her eyes on her date's golden Rolex and smiled, "Sorry to mess up this fun date, but I'm needed elsewhere handsome."
Later, dressed in hotel robes they had gotten from on the hotel's shops, they're still drenched, Bruce, Kiki and Sooze presented themselves at the valet station.
"Bruce?" a familiar voice called.
Bruce turned around, revealing his boyish appeal and then saw Rachel by the taxi stand.
She was wearing a black cocktail dress, her shoulders bar, and looked stunning. She was getting into a dark cocktail attire, her shoulders bar, and looked stunning.
"Rachel," Bruce said with a surprised voice.
"I heard you were back." Rachel looked at Bruce's white robe. "What are you doing:
"Just...swimming. Wow. It's good to see you."
"You were gone a long time." she reminded him.
"I know. How are things?"
Rachel sighed. "The same. The job's getting worse."
He smiled. "You can't change the world on your own."
"No. I guess not. But what choice do I have? You're to busy swimming." She smiled light looking deeply into his hazel-green eyes.
Bruce turned down his head and spoke in a near whisper. "Rachel. all this...it's not me. Inside, I am more." His eyes softened and lips formed into a firm line.
An attendant parked the Lamborghini at the curb.
"Come on, Brucie," Kiki called out impatient, stamping her foot. "We have more hotels for you to buy."
Bruce's eye fell as he watched Rachel's face become colder. She started to walk away. She stopped, looked back at him, and said. "Deep, deep down, you may still be the great kid you used to be...but it's not who you are underneath-it's what you do that defines you." She gave him a gentle smile, and he mirrored the same with a his eyes crisp and tender. "Have a good evening, Bruce."
He looked out his childhood friend walk through the doors, as flashes of the limelight became captured over his drenched and even body and before he turned with Lamborghini, he saw Selina emerge elegantly out of the doors, his eyes locked with hers, and he felt himself experiencing an emotion that was strange to him and before he could decide what it signified, he tripped up her red lips curve into a grin.
He nearly returned her with a real smile, and she hesitated for a moment and read the details of his handsome face, bashed her lashes in a teasing manner and slipped off into a gang of elderly gentlemen and women before he could chase after her.
His lips played into a disappointed sulk and he put out a light rasp, "I'll find you, soon."
The rain in Gotham was unforgiving to the damned souls that became lost into the sharp drops piercing against their tight skin, clogging their pores and blurring vision. But for Selina, she didn't mind feeling the coolness of water soaking through her strands of dark auburn. She had become immune to feeling the high adrenaline rush in thfuriousry storms that she faced while taking the air in between thcreviceses of the East End.
A forsaken domain of criminality, murderers and ram shackled apartments belonging to drug dealers that ravaged the streets stealing off drugs that Carmine Falcone bought from the overseas Black Markets.
Her heels clacked along the glazed sidewalk, sharp dark coffee-colored eyes became alert to the drift in the shadows, her jaw was tense and mind anticipating for a midnight tango with a poor deranged to cross her way.
On the spur of the moment she eyed her prey, a grimy looked bearded pig that she knew from earlier observations of the apprehensions of her little friends from Old Town, Detective Arnold Flass at a food stand under a canopy, she looked on in disgust Flass rip out the Middle Eastern merchant, swiping a few peaks from a plastic container.
Shaking her head and scowling at the detective, Selina maneuvered to the entry of an alleyway. Her nose wrinkled at the rotten stench of litter and decay hit her senses hard
Detective Flass walked by her, choking up a falafel into his mouth, half chewed it and accepted as he bent his head against the pelting rain, she thrust away her leg just at the right moment was around to turn on him for payback of arresting a few young street girls who received mistreatment from assholes like him.
Suddenly something looped around him and was no longer on the pavement; she raised her chin with wondrous brown eyes as he was being hoisted by a thin wire. He ended when his face was inches away from a dark mask.
Selina blinked slightly, trying to adjust her focus on the crouched down figure holding the detective by the ankle, about forty feet above the concrete.
"This is going to be interesting," she stated with a sly smirk.
"Where were the other drugs going?" Batman growled with rage into his piercing hazel eyes as he glared furiously at Flass.
Selina listened to a deep growl that caused her eyes grow bigger and more morose, as she felt a tingling sensation in her skin and with a trace of a smirk she stepped closer, continuing to the umbra of the walls to fully take a thought of looming black caped vigilante.
"I don't know," Flass gasped.
Batman released Flass and the cop dropped twenty feet. His screamed was lost in a crackle of grapple wire that looped around he halted his fall. Batman him back up and grabbed the curly strands of his receding headline.
"I never knew," Flass whispered. "Shipments went to some guy for a couple of days before they went to the dealers..."
Selina flattened her back against the wall, enjoying every moment of the cops interrogation.
"Why?" Batman's beastly growl echoed through the alley way.
"There was something else int he drugs, something hidden."
Batman's entire body trembled with rage. "What?"
"I don't know...I never went to the drop -off point. It's in the Narrows...cops only go there when they're in force."
You're lying, she thought rolling her eyes. Her eyes were becoming in entranced by the shadowy semblance in a form or a man dressed like a giant black bat. Curiosity sparked through her veins as she listened to his fierce voice bellowed from a scowl.
"Do I look like cop?!"
"No!" Flass screamed.
Batman released his hold on Flass. Selina watched the porcine detective drop quickly and jerk to a sudden stop just inches from the ground. Then Batman gently lowered him to the ground, making Flass land on his evening snack and disappeared as a streak of lightening lit the whole area, leaving Flass speechless.
Selina strode to the bedazzled detective, crouched down with a prepared semblance of shame over her wan features.
"What the Hell do you want?" Flass grunted out, looking at the young brunette sliding her fingers down his pant leg. "Get off of me!"
"What wrong's detective, cat got your tongue?" she purred leaning her face nearer to his ear. "We both know that you've been makings deals with the devil...and something tells me that you'll be getting your big fat reward."
She reached into his pouch and drew out the cash that he stole from the merchant."I think this doesn't belong to you." She smirked stuffing a bill into his jacket's collar and patted his chest. "Better luck next time, big boy."
Selina pulled herself away from his heated gaze, and sauntered quickly into the shadows as the warning signal of a gold watch that she stole from the assistant manager at the Gotham Arms Hotel beeped.
12: 00 P.M.
"Midnight," she purred with a big red grin. "Perfect time to do little midnight madness."