Title : 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

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

The Cat left the city limits of Gotham, her head in her hand as she drove one handed. She loved her bike, but it just wasn't practical for this trip. She did have her Cadillac though. That was more than enough room for her and couple bags of necessity. That included clothes, toiletries, her suit, gadgets, and a few sets of whips. Yep, all she needed. She took a deep breath and headed over the bridge into New York. Why New York? She didn't know.

Maybe it was just something familiar. The Bat wasn't here, but there was a taste of familiarity to it. It was a dark city, riddled with crime in certain areas. New York City didn't have the insane criminals running around that Gotham did, but it was still dark, dingy, and just her taste. She entered teh city proper and just started pulling through random streets.

This was not her city. She didn't know the roads here as she did there. Pulling down another one way street, she easied through. There were cars on either side of her, one taxi even trying to double park as it waited for its fare. Pest. It made it harder for her to squeeze by. Her car, sleek as it was, wasn't made for cramped road ways. She liked the room to roam and wasn't going to find it here. Scowling at the taxi, she hissed as she inched by, giving the driver a nasty glare. He didn't care. Why should he? He got cursed and honked at endlessly throughout his work day. This was just one more jerk irritated by his job. Rolling her green eyes, Selina continued forward.

THUMP!

The noise made her jump and glare at the roof of her car. She hadn't been expecting company. The only company she knew in this city that would land on her car roof was one man. That one man had close ties to her situation. With a sour look, she faced forward, awaiting her passanger to get into his seat.

"He called," Dick Grayson said with his charming smile in place. Like that would get him a bad mood pass. "I've been looking for this car for an hour. Do you know how hard it is to find one car in New York?" He asked with a laugh, settling into the seat and waiting for Selina to pull forward. That she did, still cranky that she had company. "I was hoping not to be found. He doesn't need to know anything about me anymore," She growled back. How extremely distasteful this truly was. She liked Dick, but not when he was on a holy mission from the jerk to tail her and report back. Bruce didn't deserve to know anything about her. He had lost the privelage of being in her life. He had forsaken her for the last time and lost his Cat companion.

The raven-haired vigilante shifted beside her, turning to look at her properly. "He didn't show up again, didn't he?" He said quietly, his smile fading into a knowing look. It was far from the same situation, but Nightwing knew that his mentor was awful at any brand of love. He did have the pang of guilt that Selina had been with him for so long, had been put through so much. He had known her since he was Robin. He had seen this beautiful woman almost his entire life. And for the most part, he didn't think that she was a bad person. The stealing needed a little work, but he knew that she wasn't pure bad.

"You're really leaving him this time, huh? Well, I might be able to swing some cover for you," He offered. That was just in his report back to Bruce though. That wasn't a whole lot to offer a woman he respected. "Why don't we head to Cloisters," He said, returning to a front facing position. "Cloisters? You're asking me to go home with you?" Selina asked, letting herself settle into a better mood. Dick wasn't the bad guy here. He understood and she could drop the attitude for a fellow flirt.

"Now, now, Mister Grayson. I didn't know you were into older women," She purred with a laugh to follow. He laughed with her, shaking his head. Yes, he thought she was insanely attractive and had the strong urge to fawn over her more than once. He had fought off most of those urges. And now, she just needed a friend. If she wanted more, he would oblige, of course. Who was he to turn down a pretty lady? But, he would be a good bird and do his best to just be a friend.

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Pulling up to Cloisters, the pair went around into the back and into the apartment area Dick had set up. It was nice. Surprisingly, it was clean for a young man. She would have expected the young hero to be a little messier than this. Apparently Alfred had rubbed off on him. It was certainly a good thing. Selina gave a small nod in approval and went to lounge on the couch.

Following after her, Dick locked the door and made a bee line for the kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink? I don't have wine, but ..." He trailed off there, hurrying to the fridge so he could give her options. Awful options. The vigilante frowned at the non-contents of his refridgorator. Some host he would be. He would end up going out in a little while just to get drinks and more snackish food. Wow, he took terrible care of himself. Well, that seemed to always be the case when he didn't have a steady girlfriend at the moment and never had people over.

Digressing! "I have water, soda, and ummm ... " He paused again, peeking over the open door to the large appliance. She wasn't looking, good. Ducking back down, he pulled the half empty carton and pulled off the top. He smelled it quickly. Damn, he couldn't tell. Another quick glance at the thief. He took a quick swig of the white liquid, swishing it in his mouth. Well, it didn't taste like it was about to curdle into something gross. Wow, he had fresh milk. Shocker. "And I have milk," He finally finished, looking back at her once again with a bright smile. Oh how easily he made himself proud with such a small detail.

Selina looked back over at the former Boy Wonder and grinned. "Milk, please," She responded, seeming to feel he wanted her to have that. Well, being that he didn't have wine, might as well go with the feline route. She let out a sigh and closed her eyes for a moment. She just listened to the quiet sounds the man in the other room made while getting drinks for them.

A few moments later, the glasses made a soft clink on the coffee table in front of the couch and weight was added to the cushion. It was exceedingly close to her. In fact, she could feel the heat coming from Dick's body he was so close. Raising a brow, the raven haired woman peeked at him with one eye. There was that charming smile again as he relaxed beside her, one arm going up and behind her on the couch back. So, he was trying to be smooth like that, huh?

She gave a playful smirk, twisting in the seat and leaning a bit too close to his face. "So, you really want to play this game?" She purred, her voice low and sultry. It seemed he really hadn't been expecting much from his guest as Dick went wide eyed, unsure what to do now. He was wonderful with the ladies, but this had caught him off guard for a moment. He blinked, stuttering and trying to say something that might actually form a sentense. Hey, even a word would be good.

"I .. um .. uhh .. Milk." There ... that was completely lame. He let out a self-depricating sigh and turned to hang his head in shame. That was just god awful. Really? Milk? That was the best he could come up with when Catwoman, female goddess of Gotham got that close and spoke to him like he was really a man to her, not just that boy with pixie boots. Shame on him. Selina on the other hand found it rather cute. She laughed, truly needing that. "Thank you, Dick. You always know just what a girl needs," She said, leaning forward to sip from one of the glasses. She could tell, this would be the kind of night she really needed. Plenty of laughs with an friend that knew her pain. He would know how to handle the situation just right. As he did most situations with women.

Ever the charming boy, Dick Grayson was.