Batman pulled in to the docks on one of his motorbikes that he had stored around the city, desperate to go to sleep. He knew that he had to hold up for just another hour or so before he could crash. Turns out even superheroes get tired once in a while. The gate opened automatically for him and he entered Dunthorne Enterprises. The guitar making company was just a dummy for Wayne Enterprises. Turns out that a warehouse is also the perfect place to have a superhero's hideout. He stopped the bike in front of a crate towards the back of the compound and muttered the password. A bright blue light pierced the night as the computer scanned him before the doors slid open. He edged the bike in before the doors shut and the floor descended down into the depths of the underground base of operations.

Not waiting until the lift had fully lowered into the open room, the Batman abandoned the vehicle and glided down to his main console. He tapped the keyboard and it showed the results of a scan that he had ordered on his way home.

"Nice of you to drop in, Catwoman," welcomed the Dark Knight, not feeling very hospitable.

"Some nice tech you have here Batboy, ever felt like giving it to the authorities? Or are you too fond of all your little toys?" Catwoman dropped down from the high ceiling where she had been hiding. "I'm guessing you want to tell me off for stealing your ride?" she teased, walking towards Batman, swinging her hips. She was dressed in a tight cat suit that left little to the imagination. Her goggles rested on her eyes and her whip was wrapped up in her right hand. Her heels clipped loudly on the floor and the harsh light reflected off her metal bolas that hung off her waist and they swung lightly with each step. Keep your eyes on her face You're not a playboy in this suit Bruce. "And maybe a little punishment," she continued, walking behind the rigid Caped Crusader. "Maybe a little spanking?" She whispered, breathing the words into his ear seductively.

Batman strode forward and snapped around to face her, his cape billowing out from behind him. "You could have waited for me. A gentleman always drives his date home."

"Don't make jokes, it doesn't suit you. Besides, I always preferred the type that are dark and brooding. You're the epitome of that, Batboy," said Catwoman, moving her goggles up her face to reveal her light blue eyes and letting her short black hair drop out onto her forehead.

Batman turned around and tapped on the keyboard, trying to distract himself from her. "Selina Kyle, wanted for several heists and burglaries. I should really hand you in."

"But you don't want to do you?" She sneaked up behind him once more, running one of her sharp, clawed fingers across his back slowly. She laughed again as his body seemed to stiffen under her touch.

"Why do you think that?" asked the Batman, determined not to turn his head.

"Because, Batboy, there has to be some perks of the job right?" she murmured against his cheek before kissing it lightly and lashing out with her whip toward the lift. As quick as her feline counterpart, she disappeared up the elevator that had brought the Dark Knight home. He turned around, placing his gloved hand on the skin that her lips had touched. Batman barely noticed when his weary butler, dressed in a dressing gown stepped out from a side room and walked over.

"Got yourself a girlfriend Master Wayne?" He asked coyly, pulling the masked man's leg.

"No, Alfred. She's a criminal and needs to be dealt with. She's dangerous," replied the billionaire, removing his cowl.

"I'm sure she is Master Wayne, I'm sure she is," quipped Alfred, walking back out the room, satisfied that his employer was lying.

I hate it how Alfred is always right…

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Monday

Sunlight poured through the gap in the curtains as the stereo resting on a bedside table came to life, playing Easy Living by Billie Holiday. Chloe shifted out of sleep and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was mussed and was wrapped up in her duvet. Urgh, sleepless nights… She groaned and slipped out of bed, removing her pajamas and putting on the clothes she had set out the night before. The blonde was always dead before her first caffeine shot of the day and she smiled as she smelt the coffee brewing in her preset machine. She walked sleepily out of her room and into the kitchen, yawning.

"Morning," came a distorted voice from behind the breakfast bar. Chloe yelped and jumped about three feet into the air, finally opening her eyes properly for the first time that morning.

"Jesus! I totally forgot you were here," she managed, recovering from the initial shock of having a leather clad vigilante standing at her stove. She reached forward for her coffee that had just finished brewing and took a long sip. "Ahh, that's the stuff. I thought you would have left by now, what with the whole secret identity thing going for you," she smiled at Green Arrow.

"You could say that," he joked, "but I wanted to thank you personally for patching me up last night. Not to mention, when a pretty woman like yourself invites you to stay over, you tend to stick around," grinned the man, head to toe in green. Chloe blushed and looked down at her feet. Oliver Queen, what have you got yourself into? She's ridiculously adorable, yet sexy at the same time. He turned back to the breakfast that he just had finished serving up and pivoted back, plates in either hand.

"Waffles! I love waffles. How did you know?" asked Chloe, sitting down. Green Arrow placed the pile between them and took his place opposite her.

"I just made what I know best," he said, reaching out to grab one. Chloe only just managed to stop herself from bursting out laughing at the thought of the modern day Robin Hood dressed in all his glory and tights, combined with an apron and oven mitts. Chloe joined him in taking a deliciously warm waffle and without looking went straight for the chocolate sauce. He petite fingers touched leather glove as they both clutched the bottle. Both heads snapped up and they held the gaze for a few moments, still holding the bottle.

The Emerald Archer coughed gently and took his hand back nervously. Chloe's cheeks flushed a little once again and nibbled at her lip absentmindedly. Does she even know how crazy she makes me when she does that?

"You weren't lying about the whole helping heroes out thing last night, were you?" he asked, trying to tone down the tension felt between them a bit.

"No, I wasn't," replied Chloe, focusing on squeezing sauce onto her waffle. "If you need any help at all, don't be afraid to call me."

Looking her straight in the eyes again, Green Arrow lent forward and spoke, "Aren't you afraid of getting hurt? Thugs will want blood for the things that we vigilantes do. They will go after anyone…"

"I have powerful friends in high places to protect me," Chloe smirked, relaxing in her seat. "Beside, I can handle myself."

"I don't doubt that. Talking of 'high places,' does that friend happen to be dressed in red and blue spandex and fly about a lot?"

"Personally, I always preferred the leather look." Once again, a moment of tenderness was shared between the couple.

Through the wall, Chloe could hear the sound of the lift arriving at her floor and a certain cousin singing Whitesnake loudly to herself step out of the doors into the hallway. The Modern Day Robin Hood was just about to take his first bite out of his waffle when Chloe reached over and beat it from his hands. Before he could protest, she hissed sharply at him, standing up: "You need to go now."

"Sorry, did I…"

"No, it's not you, something more dangerous. Get out of the window!" She urged her hero, pushing him from his chair and onto the frame before opening the latch. He barely had time to drop down before Lois walked through the door. Chloe spun around, trying to make herself look normal. Now is not the time to think of his tightly packaged behind squeezing through the window, Chloe. What do people do with their arms normally?

"I just secured the front page!" Lois beamed, dropping all of her bags and coat in one pile on the floor by the door. "Sweet, you made waffles. Still would have preferred pancakes."

"Yeah, err, those are for you. And we've had this discussion over a million times, waffles are better than pancakes."

"No they're not. Pancakes are light and fluffy and everybody loves them. Only Belgians love waffles," Lois ranted humorously. "Why have we got the windows open? The wind'll blow everything everywhere." Lois strode over to the window and pulled the pane shut. Chloe let out a weak protest as she saw gloved fingertips clasping onto the corner of the windowsill. "Anyway, cheers for the waffles. I'm gonna grab a couple hours sleep, been up writing an interview for Superman. Our date went brilliantly, thanks for asking. Chief gave me the morning off," Lois rambled, walking into her room, waffle in hand.

Chloe waited until she had heard her cousin fall onto the springs of her mattress before she rushed to the window. She let out a disappointed sigh as there weren't any gloved fingers holding on any longer.

Lois stormed back into the kitchen and tossed her waffle in the bin. "Sorry, that one had a hair in it. You know what I'm like with that kinda thing," she finished, before returning to her room.

Chloe dived for the trashcan as soon as the coast was clear and snatched it out of the rubbish. She held it up to the light before spotting her prize. She carefully plucked the hair and held it in front of her face. Time to find out who the new vigilante in town is…

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Author's Note: Thanks for reading and reviewing! I can't believe it took me around 16,000 words just to cover a weekend. How on Earth did that happen? Haha.

The scene with Green Arrow clinging onto the windowsill was inspired by a certain work of the graffiti artist Banksy. You should check him out if you haven't heard of him already. I feel as though Chloe should know who her hero is as soon as possible. She'll help Oliver develop into the superhero that is Green Arrow. Not to mention I can't wait to get their romance started.

Bruce and Selinas' relationship will be harder to write, considering Batman tends to shut himself away from the world. On the other hand, Catwoman is supposedly the world's greatest cat burglar so it couldn't be too hard for her to break through his walls!

Anyway, I love writing this and I'm struggling to get to sleep at night because I keep coming up with new ideas. Toss me a review because I enjoy reading what you guys think more than anything. Cheers!