a/n: so we finally got some smut, but was it enough for you? It wasn't enough for me *wink* plus I think a little fluff won't kill them, or us. Keep in mind, I did say little.
I feel like I should reiterate something; this is AU. As in alternate universe. I have taken things from various aspects of Batman/Catwoman history (because there is more than one) and played around a bit. A reviewer recently called me out and said that Selina can't have a purple catsuit because it isn't current. Well, this story isn't current. And it isn't canon. Honestly, Nolan's movies aren't even canon…so if you can sit back a little and open your mind and enjoy this fic for what it is; fanfiction and not an autobiography of Batman and Gotham than I'm glad. If not, don't leave anonymous reviews I cannot reply to and defend myself. Enjoy all!

Selina rolled over in the big bed; stretching and yawning. She buried her face in his pillow and breathed in fresh linen and his scent. He was one of the few men she knew that matched his aftershave, cologne and shampoo together. It was all for the Bruce Wayne image, to appear perfectly put together and complete at all times. But she'd seen last night how incredible a messy, sweaty Bruce looked and she wondered if it was just a one night deal or if they were in fact a thing. She sure as hell didn't want to bring it up, didn't want to force anything but this mattress was softer than the one in Paris and the sheets felt incredible on her skin.

She blushed, realizing that all of her clothes were still in the BatCave considering all she'd worn into the house had been his cape. It was still in a black heap at the foot of the bed where she'd let it fall last night, but she didn't want to get up just yet. His side of the bed was still warm, so she knew he hadn't been gone long. Before her imagination started to get away from her she heard him flush the toilet and walk back into the bedroom. She tried to act as natural as she could, relaxing her face and pretending to still be asleep.

Whether he bought it or not, she wasn't sure but he climbed back into the bed beside her, stretching out full and rolled to face her. He brushed a few strands of hair back from her eyes and kissed her forehead. She scrunched up her face at the feeling, wondering where this gentleness came from all of a sudden. Last night, all three times he'd been rash and heavy with her- not that she'd been complaining but this was a different side to Bruce and she wasn't sure how to handle it.

So she did the best she could and peeked one eye open as a friendly warning and then she pounced on him. He laughed, his hands on her hips as she wiggled her way down his body, trying to find a comfortable position. When her hands were settled on his chest and her chin was resting on them she looked up and saw his smile. His usual perfect hair was a mess and she took great pleasure in knowing it was her fingers that has made such a mess.

"Good morning Catwoman." His tone was deep, like he hadn't used his voice yet this morning but she liked it. It reminded her of the Batman and the fact that she was currently weighing him down into a bed they'd shared. She'd captured the Bat for all intended purposes and she was probably the only villain in the Gotham underworld that didn't give a damn.

Still though, she loved the irony of it all. "And to think, all this time I spent seducing you finally paid off. You take me to your lair, show it off and then to your bed where you are completely without any weapons or protection."

Her hand slinked down between them and she watched his eyes close as she wrapped her fingers around him. "Am I supposed to be scared?"

She shook her head, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest as she stroked him beneath the sheets. "No Bruce, you're supposed to be terrified."

And he was a little, never knowing what to expect from her as she slipped under the sheet and disappeared. Then he felt her warm, wet mouth around him, sucking up and sliding down. Her tongue twirled and he felt her moan rather than heard it. Selina tightened her grip on him, smirking as her lips popped when she finally released him. He threw the sheet off, to look down at her and captured as many mental images of her in the moment as he could. She smiled up at him as he reached for her, dragging her up his body and sitting so she was in his lap.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked, shaking his head.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and tugged his hair back so she could attack his neck with her lips. The bruise she'd left last night was still there but it wasn't big enough to suit her tastes so she went to work, trying to do her worst. He held her close, his hands on her hips, fingers slowly running over the cuts on her back. He remembered last night, rolling over in bed and looking at her watch him sleep. She'd been laying on her stomach, her body propped up by her elbows. The sheet had fallen down around her hips, revealing her bare back and he'd run his hand over it lightly. She'd still hissed in pain however and he realized that he still hadn't looked at her wounds. Playing doctor had started round three and finally exhausted them into sleep.

"I'd hoped the idea was to ravage me." She teased, his earlobe between her teeth as she brought him back to the present.

He rolled then, pinning her between him and the mattress. Every touch reminded her of a moment from the night before, and she shuddered in anticipation; hoping it would feel as wonderful; afraid it wouldn't, that last night had really just been a moment thing. Her body ached desperately for every sensation he'd ripped through her last night, to the point that she didn't care if he was rough or gentle; just as long as he was inside her and his hands were all over her body. His actions answered her silent needs, his eyes flaming as he kissed between her breasts and all the way to her bellybutton. His cool, long fingers teased the inside of her thighs until she opened for him freely. He considered torturing her further, but he was just as desperate to be inside her as she was to have him.

He thrust into her quickly, smiling as she hissed and tightened around him. Her hands wrapped around his arms, holding tightly as they began to move. Slow love making was not on the menu for them, not this time but it didn't seem like she minded all that much. "I'm not against staying in this bed with you all day." He whispered in her ear, biting and sucking at her neck.

"Just don't stop." She ordered and he looked down at her, a smile on his lips.

The sensation of being inside her was similar to last night, but there was something different about seeing her in the morning light. Her hair and skin glowed, and she seemed just the tiniest bit more alive. They were creatures of the night, both of them but in the day they could be something else. They could thrive and enjoy instead of fight and defend. Selina's mind followed the same process until she felt the first ripples of pleasure hit her and the slow burning grew low in her stomach. It exploded into a roaring fire and he lost control with her. They collapsed on the bed together, and after a few minutes of peace she turned her head to smile at him. "Hi." He smirked, looking like the perfect image of the Bruce Wayne she'd heard all the gossip about. Sly lips and sparkling eyes with messy 'just had sex hair'. He was pleased; with her and with himself.

"Hi." She cursed herself, wishing she didn't sound so breathless, so sated.

"How would you feel about joining me for a shower? Then some breakfast?"

She stretched, moaning a little in appreciation and in pain. Between being crammed in that seat on the plane, dealing with bad guys at home and the four rounds with her Batman, certain areas of her body were praying for a break. "I suppose I could go for a bit of both. No nap first?"

"No, no nap. I haven't gotten a riddle yet, so as far as I know today and tonight are going to be bad guy free. Let's enjoy it while the underworld prepares our never ending doom."

"Our never ending doom huh?" she lifted and eyebrow, rolling toward him so their bare bodies were tight together. "Are you forgetting I'm one of those bad guys?" to prove her point she ran her nails down his chest and over his side taking advantage of the fact she'd learned last night during round three that he was ticklish.

He grabbed her wrist and pinned it against his chest. "Just using me for sex and a nice comfy bed then?"

"I haven't decided yet." She pushed up a little, kissing him hard but fast and tugged free from his grip. "So…about that shower?"


When Selina stepped out of the shower she swiped her hand over the big mirror, looking at herself in the cleared area. Bruce had gotten out ten minutes ago, but the jets were so nice and the water was still hot so she elected to stay while he went downstairs. Her reflection was smiling, and she found it hard to believe that after everything that happened yesterday she could still be smiling. She pushed the thought of Roman away, knowing the guilt and consequences would catch up with her eventually. But Bruce had been right; today was a good day to disappear. Between Black Mask's death and Hush's mouth, word would spread through Gotham and the underworld pretty fast that Catwoman had returned, which meant she was going to have some very angry ex friends coming for her now. But she was safe with Bruce, and if they did come she would be safe with Batman.

A blush stained her cheeks when she entered the bedroom, spotting a well dressed, older man setting her bags on the bed. "Good morning Miss Kyle. I'm Alfred."

"Good morning Alfred." She hugged the towel tighter to her body and did her best to keep her face straight. "Thank you for bringing those."

"Of course. Master Bruce said that you might want to get dressed."

Master Bruce eh? She thought with a smile and nodded. "Where is he?"

"Down in the kitchen waiting for you. I'll leave you to get ready then Miss Kyle."

She stepped forward, placing her hand on his arm as he moved toward the door. "Call me Selina please. I don't much care for the silly titles."

He smiled, placing his hand over hers. "I'm not sure quite why or how just yet, but I think I'm going to like you. He was whistling this morning."

And then, as if that explained everything, Alfred turned and left her alone in the large, bright expanse of the Wayne Manor master bedroom.


Bruce Wayne was sitting at the island when she entered the kitchen barefoot. It took a lot for Selina to be barefoot anywhere but her own home, as it meant a quick getaway would not be as quick. As if he'd timed it, Alfred had slipped from the room, ready to give them some privacy. "You look…refreshed." Bruce smiled, standing to pull out the stool for her as she took in the impressive kitchen.

She dissected every inch of the room with a sweep of her eyes, but she managed to catch the way his gaze stayed on her as she sat down. The burgundy slacks she'd bought in Paris and her favorite crème colored blouse had been right on top so she'd grabbed them first, but from the look on his face he approved. "Surprised I can clean up Mr. Wayne?" He started to shake his head, say something smart but she cut him off. "Or should I say Master Wayne?"

His eyes hardened slightly as he leant against the counter beside her. "I'm sorry?"

Selina had heard him at dinner parties and knew that was his polite way of saying 'ex-fucking-scuse me?', so she smiled, sliding a hand onto his arm so he would know that she was teasing. "I can't believe you make him call you that. The way I see it, he's your best friend."

"He's much more than that, besides it's more of a term of endearment now than a title. Believe me, when he gets mad there is very little ceremony between us and I feel almost like a little boy again when he gets that tone."

Selina smiled in the direction he'd disappeared to. "I couldn't imagine him with any other tone than sweet and charming."

"Just like you couldn't imagine stuffy, suited up Bruce Wayne as the Batman you made out with on dark roof tops." He quirked his eyebrows at her and pushed back from the counter.

She watched him walk to the fridge, once again taking in the sight of the fine, state of the art appliances and the practiced way he rolled up his sleeves. "What are you doing?"

"I'm making breakfast. Unless you wanted to do it."

She set her elbows firmly on the island and her chin in her hands. "Not at all, let's see what you got pretty boy."

Thirty minutes later, Selina wished she could have eaten her words, but she was too busy finishing off the breakfast Bruce Wayne had just made her. It rivaled the room service at her hotel, even his company was far better than the cute boy that had brought her omelet most mornings. "So why Paris?"

His question was fairly random but he'd been finished eating for a while now and grew bored watching her savor every bite slowly. "Um…" she swallowed and shrugged, distracted by the food, by him, by the fact she was sitting in the kitchen of Wayne Manor with the richest man in Gotham that also happened to be the masked vigilante she hadn't been able to keep out of her dreams for years. "No one main reason. Little things have always influenced me there."

"It's beautiful during Christmas." He said, finishing his glass of orange juice and taking her plate from her, even a she stabbed her fork into the last bite of egg.

"Is that a hint that I should have stayed for it?" she asked, watching him set the dishes in the sink and rinse them off. "Or are you suggesting we go back?"

He paused, looking back at her with his arms crossed over his chest. She wanted to focus on his face but the top three buttons of his shirt were undone and her eyes kept going back to the exposed skin. She could see the beginnings of a scratch she'd left on his chest and wondered how far down it went. "Haven't you learned by now that we can't leave Gotham? Something will always bring us back."

"It doesn't have to." She went to him, setting her hands on either side of his neck. "After all this is over, there will be no one left to fight."

He sighed, shaking his head and wrapped his fingers around her wrists; holding her grip to him a moment later and then pulling her arms down and away from him. "It's not that easy. There will always be someone to fight, something to fight for."

"Then pass the mantle on." She stepped back, frustrated, angry, sad, hopeless. She'd finally discovered that the men she loved were the same man, and now she was beginning to realize that she couldn't have either of them. "Let someone else take your place. You can't keep doing this forever, and then what? Try and live your life when you're old and grey and can't walk because of all the abuse your body has taken?"

He could feel the anger radiating off her, and even with all his experience with women he didn't know how to handle her. "I know you're angry. I'm sorry, I just…I can't trust anyone else to do this. It's who I am, what I do. I wouldn't want anyone else to sacrifice themselves for my city when I could just as easily do it."

"You've already given them so much of yourself. When is it going to be enough Bruce? When do you get to enjoy life? You don't owe this city anymore."

"Life isn't about enjoyment Selina. It's about surviving, and giving back."

She shook her head, wondering if he was really this hopeless. "You sound like Ivy. Am I the only one that doesn't want to be here?"

He grabbed her hand before she could walk away, dragging her back to him. "Tell me why you came back."

"It doesn't matter now." She avoided his eyes, but he lifted her chin so she had to face him.

"Did you come back for the Batman, or for Bruce Wayne?"

"I don't know." She sighed, biting her lip. "You…he…the Batman. You're all the same, and at the same time you aren't. I remember the first time I saw you, all dark and dangerous. You didn't scare me, I was still new to it all and didn't realize understand what I was getting myself into. You didn't even know I existed yet, and here I was, and I thought you were incredible. I hid in the shadows and watched you practically fly over Gotham. Then I went to my first upscale party on the arm of some idiot I can't even remember the name of. And I saw you again, and you were in a tux with a glass of champagne in your hand, surrounded by beautiful people and working the room like you owned it. Which, I guess you did. Still, you didn't know I existed, and that was alright. I liked watching you."

He cleared his throat, keeping his eyes on her. "And you kept watching?"

She nodded. "I watched both of you, Batman a little more closely. Then, my crimes got a bit bigger and I got a bit braver and there you were standing in the shadows, watching me like I'd always done."

"I remember."

"How much do you remember? Every time we kissed on those rooftops? The cool night air and the sirens coming for me as we fought not to tear each others clothes off?"

Bruce ran his fingers through her hair, bringing her lips close to his. "I remember the smell of leather and how soft you felt in my arms. I remember letting you get away even though everything I fought for told me I was crazy for thinking I could reform you."

She let him kiss her a little longer than she'd intended, but eventually pushed him back. "And then you figured out who I was, and you still didn't call me out on it until that night when I saved you on the road. I played dumb, pretending I didn't know who you were, hoping you would think I wasn't from Gotham after all but it was too late. You knew, and I get it now. You knew because you were the Batman."

"Why were you running Selina? What were you running from? Was it me?"

"Maybe." She took a deep breath and flattened her hands against his chest. He was strong, he was safe. She didn't want to trust him, trust herself to anyone but he made it hard not to trust. "I wanted you, needed you but I couldn't have you and you knew that just as well as I did. The underworld was getting restless having you beat them over and over again and I could stand by and watch them rise up and kill you. I would never be able to help you fight them all."

"So you knew there was going to be this uprising?"

"No! I mean, I'd heard rumors but they were no different than the ones I'd heard a thousand times. Then I met you, the Bruce you and we had that one night and I left. I thought getting distance from both of you would make it better. That it would get easier, but every day just got harder. I couldn't stop dreaming about you, and the newspapers kept me plugged into what was going on. When I saw the explosion on the news I came back. To fight with you, or for you. Whichever it was going to be."

"So do it now. Fight with me, for our city. For us."

She knew he didn't mean 'us' romantically, but her heart still jumped and she found herself nodding. "Looks like you got a new partner Batman."