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Chapter 2: Deals are never fair

"Who are you?"

Although her heart was pounding wildly, she maintained passive.

"I'm sure you know who I am. It's written clearly all over your face," came the deep husky male reply.

For Selina Kyle, there were only three things to do if you got caught.

One, fight your way out.

That wouldn't work, considering the fact that he was twisting her into a pretzel.

Two, use pity.

That might work, she thought.

"Please… I'm just a homeless civilian… please don't hurt me… I have three children to feed…"

She gave him her best puppy dog eyes.

"Really? Too bad then. I guess you could explain that to the New York Police department," he stated coldly.

Her blood ran dry.

Police?

Last resort- seduction.

She had never tried this out.

But no harm trying.

"Tell you what… I'll give you my number and we can go on a date sometimes," she smiled seductively—or at least she hoped so.

He chuckled.

The sound sent shivers down her back.

"Are you trying to seduce me?"

She swore she saw his eyebrows twitched.

"Maybe," she purred.

"As much as I want to, I promised the police to have you turned in and so I will,"

It was only then when she realised her ankles and arms were being bound by something that felt suspiciously like metal.

"What did you tie me with?"

"Metal wire,"

"What?" Selina almost shouted in disbelief, "You bound me with a metal wire? Do you know how much that's going to hurt later?"

"Well, for one thing, 'later' is none of my business,"

"How dare you—" she was cut off by the foul smelling rag he had stuffed into her mouth.

"LEMMMTTT FIIIIII OUTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!" her voice sounded weird and muffed.

"Can't hear you,"

Ugggh! That infuriating idiot. He was so going to pay.

Smirking to himself, Batman hoisted her up his shoulder like a bag of flour and approached his ever trusty black automobile and dumped Selina into the front passenger seat.

She glared daggers at him, imagining him burning in hell and pierced by ten thousand knifes and more.

"Didn't your parents teach you that it was wrong to stare?"

He saw her stiffen.

He had struck a nerve.

Interesting.

So the Catwoman did have deep secret.

But what was that gnawing feeling in his guts?

As Selina lay motionlessly in the vehicle boot, she tried to make out what was the conversation going on.

"Is it done?"

"Yes,"

"Where's the prize?"

"Pass me the thing I want before I'll hand you the woman,"

That was Batman.

Then another rough voice interrupted, "It's here. Now hand over the god damn woman!"

All of a sudden, the boot door went flying open and Selina found herself staring into the familiar black mask.

Taking her by the shoulder, he pushed her forward, sending her tumbling.

"Ah… so you have honored your words, Batman," the rough voice commented.

She squinted at the balding, pudgy figure in front of her. A shiny badge pinned on his collar identified him as Fred.

"What your true name darling?" The so called Fred walked over and took out the gag.

Big mistake.

She spat right into his face.

Then, SMACK!

His fist came into contact with her delicate cheek, leaving a red stinging mark on the smooth, fair surface area.

"If you may, I'll take my leave first while you handle her,"

Fred spun around, facing the muscular figure in front.

Selina recognised the glint in his eyes. The glint of greed.

"You see, Batman. It seems that you are not as smart as you think. Do you really think that I, the commander of the New York Police Force, will allow the mysterious Batman to leave without revealing his mask?"

He clapped his hands.

Within seconds, a whole load of armed policemen surrounded Batman.

Selina counted at least twenty men.

It was a trap, she realised.

Although Batman deserved it, it was still wasn't fair of the police.

"You lying scumbag!" Batman's voice reverted through the eerie car park.

"I won't be using such a rude tone, young man. Remember who has over twenty five pairs of guns facing you, excluding the laser stuns. Instead, why don't you get down on your knees and start begging for my forgiveness?" Fred mocked, gesturing at the men beside him.

"GO TO HELL!" Batman roared.

He surveyed the men around him.

The guns were more or less useless.

Bullets wouldn't harm him.

The rifles might leave bruises.

Maximum.

But the lasers.

They were deadly.

And charged.

This meant that they would rather kill him then let him scot free.

Shit.

He was so dead.

Then he realised all was not lost.

Yet.

He still had one final card.

The briefcase.

"If I go down, I'll toss this down," Batman stated coldly, holding out the metallic case, dangling it over thirty stories.

"How dare you—"

"You have three seconds to ask your men to drop their weapons,"

"You—you-" Fred sputtered.

Batman smirked.

He was winning.

But then, all of a sudden, a sharp cry filled the air.

Batman narrowed his eyes.

Right in front of him was Fred.

In his hands held a black shining pistol.

The tip of the gun was directed at the tip of Selina's head.

"Pass over the briefcase or else she dies," Fred flashed him his yellowed stained teeth.

Batman scoffed, "and why would I do so? You were the one who wanted her. Now you want her dead. Suit yourself,"

"But she's still a civilian,"

That last comment froze him.

A civilian.

A civilian who would die because of him.

He glanced at Selina- she looked so calm and composed, despite the fact that a gun was pointed right at her head.

The briefcase or the woman?

He needed the case. Urgently.

Yet, he knew she would die if he chose the case.

But then, Selina made his choice for him.

Before he knew what was happening, she aimed a kick at Fred's crotch and the next second, he was on his knees, clutching his manly attributes, his face contorted with pain.

Selina allowed a small grin.

She knew there was a reason she kept those killer heels on even though they slowed her down during her escapes.

Right now was one of those moments where she was feeling like a proud mama.

Ha.

Take that, she aimed another kick right into his left eye.

It took Batman five whole seconds to acknowledge the fact that the woman who had been held hostage was now raining merciless kicks into her captor's face and body- some really painful parts too, he might add.

And it took his two more seconds to realise that if he didn't leave now, the other policemen would start firing soon.

So he did what he thought was right, turned and prepared to jump.

He knew his trusty bat mobile would be waiting for him right below.

But when the first shot rang out, he hesitated.

What about the woman?

God dammit!

He was Batman, not some wimp.

And yet he was hesitating just because of a woman.

The woman who he had captured.

The woman who saved his life.

In one way or another thanks to her good aiming skills.

He owed her.

And Batman never owed people.

Gritting his teeth, he slung the case onto his shoulders and turned back.

There she was, behind the car.

As more shots rang out, he saw the red puddle beneath her right foot.

Blood.

She was bleeding.

Yet she showed no sign of pain.

Her eyes- behind the black mask- were hooded.

But she was in pain.

He could tell from her slow limping.

From the way her ankle was tilted.

The tight line of her jaw.

The clutching of her fingers.

As these thoughts flew through his minds, he started running towards where she was, amidst the hail of bullets.

In less than a minute, he was by her side.

The expression on her face was mixed.

Disbelief.

Anger.

Pain.

Shock.

Relief.

Without further warning, he scooped her up into his arms, bridal style, and jumped.

Off thirty stories.

Into his waiting bat mobile.

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