A/N:

This catches up with all the content on my archive of our own account, anything beyond Chapter 11 will be newly posted content. I would have posted these sooner, but the formatting (lumped together parts) for the longer chapters was being difficult.

Thank you for reading.

Summary:

Gisele's half-birthday.

Continuation of Chapter 10: The Wild One and The Wilder One

Chapter 11: A Game of Cat and Flying Mouse

"What are you doing?" she asks when she sees him getting dressed, but not in the Rio cop uniform they discussed.

"You said a full effort. I'm making you dinner." He says, buttoning up one of his older shirts he wore to fix cars, having forgotten to buy an apron.

"But I need you." She pleads.

"I know. Hence…" he nods to her cuffed hands behind her back.

"You wouldn't…" she cautions.

"I'm a bad cop, undercover as a good cop, undercover as a bad cop, undercover as a good boyfriend, undercover as a chef. Just for an hour, maybe two." He smirks.

"This is the kind of man you are? Pretty Wonder Boy and his petty games," she jeers, "And don't think about calling me Wonder Girl." She finishes when she sees the glint in his eyes.

"It's 'Robin, The Boy Wonder,' and they were only friends, partners in crime-fighting. Keep up, babe. You're Wonder Woman, obviously. That makes me Captain Wonder, the evil version of Wonder Woman's love." He explains as he completes rolling up his sleeves.

"I can be Batman, too. I just don't need to be all the time, but you know; you're the same. I'm smart enough not to call you Catwoman, with your dislike of cats and all." He goes on, while tying his shoes now.

She scans the room for the keys as he's speaking, and distracted by his clothing. With no luck and clad in nothing but her black high-heeled shoes, she attempts to stand up, but he stops her to gently maneuver her back on the bed.

"This is what happens when you throw yourself recklessly at things." He tells her in a lecturing tone.

"You know who you're messing with. I'll give you one more chance." She asks him nicely.

He uncuffs her then, whispering an apology, and then asks if it was okay to cuff her to the bedpost, better grip, he mumbles with a playful kiss. He kisses down her body, running his palms up and down her thighs as she opens herself for him. His tongue teases her clit, as her other hand clings to his hair. Soon he replaces his tongue with his finger in order to stifle her mouth with his lips when her moans get louder. Her moans of pleasure turn into whimpers when he pulls himself away from her abruptly.

"Keep your eyes closed." He instructs to her softly.

He sits her up, and stills her trembling legs, bending her knees so he can get closer to her face to give her a teasing kiss, sucking at her bottom lip.

"Sorry…" he starts, as he reaches for his tie and the other set of cuffs that were on the nightstand. He locks her other wrist to the opposite side of the bedpost, and then he proceeds to bind her ankles together as quickly as he can with the tie, and continues,

"Got to make dinner," he says casually.

"Han!" she shrieks, flailing her tied together legs in attempt to kick his retreating form.

"Wait 'til I get out. You're going to pay for this," she huffs, still a little winded from his earlier actions.

"I'm counting on it. It's only your half-birthday. Wouldn't dream of doing this on your actual birthday," he tells her smugly.

"I'll be embarrassed if it takes you more than thirty minutes." He tells her while opening her clenched palm and extracting the keys to the handcuffs that she took from his pocket moments ago.

"I'd like my tie back in one piece. You're welcome to wear whatever you want for dinner." He relays to her while eying her naked form.

She just continues to glare at him.

"If you want anything other than beer or champagne, just give a shout," he informs her before covering her with a blanket.

She starts to curse him out in the handful of languages she knows as he's exiting the bedroom when he stops short to add,

"You think I didn't consider taping your mouth shut? I just love the sound of your voice, especially when it's riled up. Get it all out of your system, you've got some escaping to do, twenty eight minutes." He says from the doorway before disappearing into the hallway.

A/N:

I don't think I've written Han having the upper hand, when Gisele's not jokey as well, so far, so here it is.

There's a misconception of bats being flying mice, hence the title, and Batman and Catwoman's tumultuous relationship.