a/n: What's a BatCat reunion without a little dark smut? Enjoy your reward for being so patient with me while I got my footing in Gotham. I apologize if the earlier chapters have seemed..boring. I tried to do my best in making it exciting, but I really wanted to give each villain at least a bit of 'screen' time. Ha! Get it, screen time. Cuz you're reading this on your computer screen versus normal screen time on a tv or in a theater? Yeah, it was funny when I wrote it lol
He didn't follow her into the bedroom, just stood there with a stinging cheek and waited for her to return. When she did, she had an armful of money and a handful of jewelry. He watched her stuff it all into her suitcase and then kick open the front door the rest of the way, refusing to look down at Una's body as she stepped over it. "I don't know about you but I'm leaving."
"Come with me." He grabbed her arm and she shot him a dark look.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't want to be near you at all right now. Not the Batman, or Bruce Wayne."
"You have nowhere to go."
She glared at him, shaking him off. "I have a lot of places to go. Why did I even come back here? To get ambushed and almost killed? No thank you. You don't need me, and clearly I don't need you. I took care of myself just fine in there."
"I got here as fast as I could."
"Ha!" she shook her head and tried to leave again, but he moved faster and blocked the doorway. "Get out of my way."
"Not until you let me explain."
"I don't want to hear anymore lies. Get it? I'm done."
"Selina, please."
She couldn't see the majority of his face, but she could see his eyes and they were pleading with her. He'd been using the deep Batman voice until now, and she could hear the Bruce Wayne in him. Was there a middle ground between the two of them? And could she belong there with him? She could hear the sirens in the distance and assumed the nosy old lady down the hall had called the police at the sound of the gunshot. She certainly didn't want to be here when they started asking questions, and at least she knew he had a fast car. "Fine. One night."
The ride to Wayne Manor was long, and devastatingly quiet. There was no radio she saw that played music. Only police scanners, transmitters and a small screen that probably tapped into his many computers. She didn't ask questions and he didn't offer any answers. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then shrugged, muttering to himself as he pushed a button on the dashboard. She watched, feigning disinterest as the wall opened up and the entrance to the BatCave was revealed. She'd heard other villains talk about the Batman's lair with greed, envy, even fear. None of them knew where it was, and none of them had ever been in it. No one, but her. She figured he must trust her a great deal to bring her here, but she still refused to make a comment about it.
He drove into a section of the cave and parked the car, giving her time to take in her new surroundings. In the center of it all was a large deck with an impressive computer set up. She could see various other vehicles he'd used over time and a particularly interesting looking motorcycle with big fat wheels was directly across from her. She wondered how fast it could go and had to bite her lip to keep from asking. It was childish to give him the silent treatment, but she was still pissed, and even a little scared. They'd left Hush alive, and that terrified her. She may have seen the last of the Black Mask, but Thomas now really had it out for both of them. And since she was a target both as Catwoman and Selina Kyle, there was nowhere safer, or more dangerous to be then with him.
The various sections were built on different levels and she could see retractable stairs he used to get from one level to another. Above them on the right was a state of the art gymnasium and training center. To her left was a hanger for the BatWing, but what really caught her eye was the impressive library room just a few steps from the crime lab. A smaller subsection of the room held a separate set of computers, along with equipment that looked like he'd raided one of the CSI shows. It was all very impressive and her fingers itched to reach out and touch every single inch of it all but she held back and kept her chin taut. There was the sound of running water not too far away and she wondered if it was possible they were close to the waterfall created by the cliffs behind Wayne Manor.
Bruce watched her out of the corner of his eye; saw her taking every inch of the cave in, dissecting it with her eyes and storing all the information she could into her brain. She wasn't 'casing the joint' exactly but he'd watched her enough times that he knew she didn't go somewhere new without discovering at least two ways she could escape if she needed to. She seemed impressed, but was doing her best to remain nonchalant about it all. Part of him wanted to grab her and kiss her. The other part wanted to take her, strangle her and shake her. Instead he only sighed and threw open the door. He wanted to get out of this suit, hoping that when he did she would be a little more willing to talk.
When he stepped out of the Batmobile, he was no longer the Batman. He was Bruce Wayne, and a partially scared one at that. Selina had only gotten more and more quiet as he'd gotten her closer to the manor and he'd literally watched her jaw tighten. She said nothing when he helped her out, didn't even hiss in pain though he knew the cuts on her back must have been killing her. She released his hand the moment she stepped up to the platform, her eyes not downcast like she was shy but they weren't exactly searching now either. He walked over to the case where his suit lived and pulled off his gloves. He hit one of the many buttons on the console, and the main staircase lowered."Give me a minute and I'll get you cleaned up. You can look around."
"I would like my bags." Her tone was like ice, but he kept his back to her, taking the mask from his head and setting it back on display.
"I'm not holding them hostage Selina. They're in the car."
"Are you holding me hostage?" she asked as he took off his cape and laid it over the chair.
He stopped, setting his Kevlar chest plate on the rack and turned to look at her. "I brought you here to protect you. I can have Alfred take you anywhere you want if you really don't want to be here with me. Or you can take the Audi; we both know you can handle that."
Her eyes narrowed and she glared at him through the lowered slits. "Are you trying to charm me? Bond over our night together as if you haven't been lying to me for years! Batman is Bruce Wayne! How did I not see it before? Who else in Gotham could afford all this shit?" She pulled her bags out and then slammed the door of the car and marched forward, letting them drop behind her on the platform. "I know you don't exactly waste your money on just this but really?"
"It's effective. It helps me keep the underworld in control."
"Bullshit it does." She laughed, unable to stop now that she'd started talking once more. She brushed past him and stomped up the stairway, going straight to the library. "All your fancy vehicles and computers are worth nothing if you're dead. They've been ambushing you, using you. They nearly killed me tonight! You have zero under control. This city is the only thing controlling anything, and it's definitely controlling you!"
"I got away remember!" He followed her up; losing his cool. Grabbing her arm and pulling her close, he glared down at her. She wasn't the only one angry, and if she wanted to fight then they could fight.
"For one night. It wasn't even twenty four hours and they'd found you and dragged you back here."
"Only because they tracked my car, which you stole!"
"I didn't know it was your car! I took the keys from Harley and I just left. Are you seriously blaming me for this?"
"No! I'm blaming you for this!"
He grabbed her other arm then, backed her against the closest shelf and kissed her roughly. She could feel how hard he was through the underarmour lining he still wore and against her better judgment she let her body mold to his.
She wanted him, and for the first time she didn't have to feel guilty because he was the same person she'd been dreaming about. "Here? Are we going to do this here?" She asked, slightly breathless as his lips trailed down her neck.
"Have somewhere else close in mind?" He asked, his voice; that voice turned dark and hungry.
"How far away is your bed?" Her fingers were already in his hair, guiding his lips lower as he pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. It sat two inches below her bellybutton but he stopped and looked up at her.
"Seventeen stairs, an elevator ride and fifty steps to my room, ten more to my bed."
She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled him in, hissing when the roughness stung the cut on her lip. "Too damn far." The kiss was angry, determined, frustrated. She wanted more, needed more, wondered just how much more she could take before she lost control. "I can't believe I came back here, for you."
He smirked into her skin as he kissed his way down the opening of her suit. Then he stood, pushing it down from her shoulders and arms so it hung down low around her hips. "Is that why you came back? For me?"
His lips were on her neck, her teeth at her collarbone. He nipped at her one earlobe and then soothed it with his tongue. "It didn't seem like you were alright. The way they made it sound on the news was that the underworld was winning and Batman was nowhere to be found."
He could hear the heavy breathing in her tone, could smell the effect he was having on her. "So did you come for Bruce or for the Batman?"
She paused, meeting his eyes and shook her head. "We're talking too much."
"Agreed." He lifted her then, wrapping her leather clad legs around him and this time she cried out as the shelves dug into her back. They were hardly soothing to the cuts she had already, and she pushed against his chest, looking for relief.
In rebellion he wrapped his fingers around her wrists, holding her arms up against the shelves, his lips moving down her neck. There was something about this side of him that scared and excited her to within an inch of her sanity. Said sanity was screaming at her to run from the room and take the first available flight back to Paris. Something else altogether ordered her to stay just where she was, exactly how she was. Being at Bruce Wayne's mercy was not her particular idea of a good time, but at the moment she'd never felt more turned on. His scent was so much stronger now and she could feel the warmth from his body calling to her. She wanted to be scared at the look in his eyes; the look that made her feel more like a goddess than a piece of meat like she was used to. Instead she felt safe, and she trusted him with both her body and her life.
He held her arms up with one hand, her body up with the pressure of his hips rocking against hers as he quickly undid her boots, letting them fall to the floor. She kicked and wiggled one leg out of the suit as he worked the other free. She wrapped around him again, naked this time, her fingers clawing at his back until the skin tight black shirt was up and off. She secured her lips to the side of his throat, sucking and biting, hoping it would bruise him. She wanted to leave her mark, a real one that wouldn't heal by morning. Together they worked down the sleek black pants he wore beneath his suit to protect his skin from the Kevlar until it was on the floor. Until now he'd been the perfect definition of the Batman; soft and hard. Fair, firm justice; that was how she'd always thought about him. Now, he was just firm, just hard. Hard skin, hard muscles, hard eyes, hard hands.
She gasped as he slid into her without warning, her insides adjusting to him as quickly as they could before he pulled out, only to slam back into her. A few books fell from the top shelf as the bookcase rattled from the duress it was under. She could feel the wood ledges cutting into her back, but she couldn't think about that at the moment. Whatever the hell Bruce was doing with his fingers now felt too damn good for her to care about silly things like bruises and pain. Her nails dug into his shoulders, cutting new crescent marks into his skin. She hadn't even realized he'd released her hands until she heard his curse from the slight pleasured pain and noticed the faint trace of blood under her nails. He pulled her from the bookcase, allowing a few more books to hit the ground.
Selina was torn between wanting him to be gentle, needing him to stay rough. The muscles in her body clenched around him, holding him inside her, against her. The moved to the large, soft ornate carpet and she took great pleasure in the fact that she was on top. He liked being in charge, liked taking her and ordering her around, trying to make her good like he was. He'd always wanted her to conform, to be like him but now; in this moment he was letting her be what she was. She reveled in it, took the opportunity and glowed. She moved for him, with him, against him. Her hands were flat on his chest, holding herself up as she rocked against him. His fingers dug into her ass, into her hips as he helped her move. She could feel it, bit her tongue and gasped every time he hit that spot.
She cried out when the first wave of orgasm rocked her senses, and he let her scream. She didn't want to be quiet, she didn't want to be careful. It probably sounded like she was dying, God- it felt like she was dying. With each wave of pleasure she felt a little part of herself break, but it was quickly replaced with something new, something she didn't have the energy to understand at the moment. He didn't stop, felt like he might never stop thrusting into her. It could have been a matter of moments, minutes or hours that their bodies were connected and she knew in this instant that she would never be able to stop wanting more. The climax had taken most of her energy for the moment and she lost the strength in her arms, bending at the elbows so she hovered over him.
She moaned as his lips closed around her nipple, her hands fisting in his hair as he assaulted her with his mouth. The soft warmth of his tongue matched with the sharpness of his teeth thrilled her as he continued to thrust into her. She was still sensitive, shivering and shaking above him. "I'm sorry." She whispered, pulling back to look at him.
He looked confused, his hands tightening their grip on her waist incase she decided to run. "For what?"
"For not coming back sooner. For leaving at all." She bent to kiss him; her lips were against his and she rolled her hips down, reminding him to keep moving.
Their love making was the same as the way they lived. Soft and gentle, then terrifying and exhilarating. Over and over again till it left them breathless and desperate for each other. When she came the second time, she came with him, and it all hit them both at once. She stayed on his chest, listening to his heart beat as he slept and slowly she followed him. The nightmares she'd had in Paris didn't follow her home and for once Bruce stayed asleep for more than an hour at a time.
When Bruce did wake up, he did so alone again, and for a moment he panicked. Had she run? He took a quick survey of the cave, saw all the vehicles were still there and his heart settled a bit. Then he spotted her, down on the platform. She was still naked, wrapped up in his cape and when she turned to look at him there was a small smile on her face. He stood, quickly pulled his pants on and went down to her, coming up behind her to wrap his arms around her shoulders. She leaned back against his chest, looking out around the cave. "I'm sorry I slapped you."
He chuckled, pressing a kiss to her hair. "Are you really?"
She thought about it, and then shook her head. "No, not really."
Reaching around, he tilted her chin up so he could kiss her. She'd expected a quick peck, but his lips stayed on hers, his tongue forcing her mouth open and she felt herself melting into him. He pulled back suddenly, smirking down at her. "That's what I thought."
"I'm sorry that I'm not sorry." Selina turned in his arms, pressing her chest against his and wrapping both her arms and the cape around him.
"No, you're not." He shook his head, running his thumb over her pouting lower lip.
"Can't you just take accept a fake apology Wayne?" she glowered, a playful light coming over her eyes as she captured his thumb between her lips and taking it into his mouth. He felt her tongue tease the skin, her teeth grazing it and his free hand gripped her waist roughly through the fabric.
"Don't start something you can't finish, Selina."
"How far away did you say your bedroom was again?"
a/n: hope this smut was a little better for all of you then the first time around. I can promise there will be at least one more sexy scene coming before the end of this fic. But the war is not over yet, and both Selina and Bruce have some demons of their own to fight.