Lenorah sighed around the spoon in her mouth. What was supposed to have been a wonderful evening had been cut short. Though, she felt she couldn't be too disappointed because she had seen a certain amount of honest regret on Bruce's face when they were forced to leave before the dessert could be sampled.
Thankfully the restaurant had to go capabilities.
So instead of sharing her ice cream, she had held it in her lap while they enjoyed a rather exhilarating trip back to her building. From there she had been left to finish the evening on her own, without even a good night kiss. Not even a peck on the cheek. She was more put out about that than the fact the evening had ended too soon because of an over sea's business emergency. A story that she wasn't sure she bought fully, but there wasn't much she could do about it.
The bowl was licked clean and dumped into the sink. Now she just had to figure out what to do with herself for the rest of the night. She hadn't planned on being home alone so soon. Coiled on the counter sat the house she hooked to the sink to water the few scraggly plants attempting to cling to life on her balcony. As she was finishing getting it hooked up, a clattering crash of footsteps pounded across the roof above her.
She looked up, guessing she either had a slight bat problem, or there were some talented urban climbers that needed to find some other building to play on. Lenorah slapped the lights off and stood in the dark, waiting to see what would show up. Her phone went down the front of her dress to be nearby if needed. The sliding door was already open so she decided to wait with hose in hand. Whoever they were, they would be in for a cold shower.
Two bodies hit her balcony in a grunting tangle of limbs and whatever else she couldn't really see. When they separated, Lenorah could see she had Batman and that little bitch from the other day facing off against each other. It was a good thing she hadn't gone for new furniture out there yet. Though, it sounded as if one of her plants had bit the dust. And she had been trying so hard not to kill them all this time.
Lenorah expected the fight to continue. She certainly wasn't expecting the boiling pit of anger in her middle when the little spandex encased tart suddenly decided to turn on the charm. It wasn't as if she had a claim on the man ... because she didn't ... but she sure as hell didn't like the idea of this ...
"Oh hell no."
If he wasn't going to do his job because the little bitch unzipped her top slightly and attempted to sashay her dinky ass little hips in what someone might think was a seductive manner... Oh yes, not to mention her dropped husky voice. She could perhaps see why this chick got ousted from Club Zorellie. No doubt she had been good up to a certain point, but there was no finesse to her act.
Of course, if the man was set on being an idiot, little Miss Kitty didn't really need it.
The hose in her hand was a comforting weight, as was the pair of devils sitting on either shoulder. So she did the only thing a slightly angry woman could do in a situation like this. Her heels clicked on the balcony tiles, sounding loud enough to draw the attention of the other two occupants right then. The hose slithered silently behind her. Neither of them noticed it, or their gazes were drawn elsewhere. Her lips curled up in what she thought was a rather evil grin.
"Bad kitty. Look at this mess you've made."
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As irritating as it could be, she found she was starting to enjoy being chased across the city by Batman. It was more thrilling than the breaking and entering part of things. Being able to steal something right from under his nose and lead him on a merry chase along the rooftops was turning into the highlight of her days off. Well, since things with Gotham's most eligible bachelor hadn't ended up going anywhere. All she'd gotten out of that was one lousy date.
One stupid date and he'd never called her back. Men always called her back.
It was frustrating, making her doubt herself and her skills. Was she losing her touch? Most men couldn't get enough of her naughty girl routine. Perhaps that was where she'd gone wrong. Wayne was enough of a naughty boy himself - he didn't need that naughty of a woman hanging off his arm. Or perhaps he really was a one date wonder. Except she'd seen multiple shots of him and a tall woman with black hair that looked rather familiar. In fact, that woman was the only one he had been seen with recently.
She wasn't too put out over the whole thing, It wasn't like she had wanted a long term relationship. Not by any means. But it was still a blow to one's ego when a girl couldn't swing at least a call for a second date.
Batman had finally caught up with her in a nice diving tackle that had them rolling off the roof and onto a balcony below. They crashed into some tacky outdoor furniture and what she assumed was a mostly dead plant before coming to a stop. It took a moment to untangle from each other and she realized she might not have enough energy left for yet another crazy leap to a neighboring building. Her options were to allow capture or find some way she could distract him long enough to slip away.
Or perhaps distract him long enough that he'd stop caring about stopping her or bringing her in. He was a man after all.
Sliding her zipper down a little, she flashed him a coy smile. "I didn't think you'd manage to catch me."
It shouldn't have come as a surprise that he kept silent. So she would have to turn up the heat a little now. Her act was a little rusty perhaps but with an audience of one it really didn't matter.
The sounds behind her didn't quite register until the distinctive click of a pair of heels that weren't her own. She turned to see a woman standing there with something in her hands that looked oddly like a hose. Except they were standing on the roof of a building and there was no lawn in sight.
It was the woman who had been photographed lately with Bruce Wayne. The one that she had a vague memory of being in her way that one night in the club. That damn club that had nearly ruined her and set her back a few years on her plans.
"Bad kitty. Look at this mess you made."
She found herself with a face full of water. "Bitch. You think that will stop me?"
"Do try and show your claws again little pussy. I trained with the bouncers."
That gave her pause. If she was Zorellie trained she could be good for a put you in the ground beating. Zorellie Club bouncers were not known for showing mercy. That was how they made sure the point got across that you didn't mess with the girls working there. Except, the bouncers hardly ever let women train with them.
"Nice try. They don't let the dancers train with them."
She knew she was better at fighting, so as long as she made the first couple of hits count, she didn't have anything to worry about. Besides, the only weapon the other woman had was a hose. A few well placed swipes and she wouldn't be able to spray water anymore. No further thoughts for the man with pointy ears and a cape went through her head as she launched herself across the balcony.
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He had no idea what was going on. His attention had been so focused on the pursuit of Catwoman that he hadn't noticed where they had ended up. Seeing Lenorah there in the doorway had been a bit of a shock. As was the odd angry look she had given him before she turned her gaze to the woman between them.
A laugh had to be suppressed when she turned the hose on. Batman didn't laugh ... unless it was some dark chuckle meant to unsettle the people around him. Even that was a rare occurrence. His job wasn't one of amusement and there was very little to smile about. Though the current 'cat' fight could perhaps be counted as such.
Batman lurched forward when Catwoman sprung. Lenorah seemed to do fine blocking the first few strikes the other woman threw at her. The fight looked to have run in her favor until a flash of light indicated the cat had unsheathed her claws.
Lenorah danced away but not quite fast enough. A bitter curse followed the gashes that appeared down her left arm. The blood dripping down didn't seem to stop her though as she snarled and jammed her elbow in the other woman's face. Another curse followed a broken nose.
As entertaining as it was to watch these two possibly tear themselves apart, things were going downhill rather fast. If he didn't step in right now Lenorah's balcony would have a new paint job and not one that would look all that great when morning rolled around. A tugging match between the two ended up with the hose in Catwoman's hands just as he shoved them apart. It was more difficult holding Lenorah back than he had expected. Her eyes were wild and dark - not unlike a few looks he had seen from people he had fought in the past.
Before he could regain his grip on the third member of their odd little party, she had launched herself over the edge of the building. The hose ran out until it grew taught. Below them came the sound of shattering glass, though that was soon covered up by Lenorah's rather inventive insults and curses. If he was smart he would have left then. He probably should have. But there was no telling how bad her injuries were and he wasn't sure he should leave Lenorah alone right then.
"Why aren't you going after her?" Those angry green eyes blazed as she turned on him. "You're just going to let her get away?"
"You broke her nose. I'm sure it will be easy to find her again later."
Batman took her uninjured arm and dragged her back into her apartment. He slapped an angry hand at the nearest light switch and took her injured arm in his free hand. The cuts ran down the length of her arm. Though each one was thin, there were enough covering so much of her arm that he felt a little worried about it.
"I think I'm too angry for it to hurt much yet. Why is it every time you chase that little bitch into my general vicinity I end up like this?"
"Because you get in the way."
"Well maybe the idiot in body armor should have done more to stop her than stare at her less than impressive tits. Or does that kind excite you more than the last time you were on my balcony?"
She was glaring at him like she'd love nothing more than to beat some sense into him. Perhaps he really needed it right then. Hell, he knew he needed it. Catwoman had managed to slip through his fingers because he hesitated earlier. Granted Lenorah giving her an impromptu shower hadn't helped the situation much.
"Let's go."
"Go where cowboy?" She gave him a funny look as her other hand fished her phone out of a rather interesting location. "And what in the hell makes you think I want to go anywhere with you right now? I'm not liking your company much this evening."
"What?" He growled more than he usually did.
"You let her get away you idiot. You could have stopped her before I showed up with the hose, but no, you let your dick think for you right then."
"That's not what happened."
She snorted and rolled her eyes. "I may look like an idiot dripping blood all over my floor and ruining a dress - but I wasn't born yesterday. You're a man, no matter how you think you can hide it behind all this crap -"
Batman rested a gloved finger on her lips. "I wasn't tempted. I was hoping she would let a few things slip as she talked."
"You still let her get away."
"You were injured."
That seemed to be more effective in shutting her up than he expected. Though he couldn't say for certain what her look contained as she stared at him. As long as she kept quiet for the next bit he'd be happy. She could always get a cab back from the hospital after they had seen to her, but she needed to get there before too long.
"I was going to take you to the hospital."
"Oh..."
"Unless you'd rather stay and bleed all over your floor more?"
The glare returned, but this time there was some reluctant acceptance behind it. "Alright, but you'd better catch that bitch the next time."
"I plan to."
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AN:
I'm still not sure about this chapter...but I've sat on it long enough I might as well go ahead and post it.
I have not seen the latest film yet - so don't expect to see anything relating to it any time soon. I just spent the last month working two jobs and the past few days recovering from surgery. So that's what the delay has been ... aside from me finishing this and not liking it as much as I wanted to.
Well that and it wouldn't do much good to have my events after The Dark Knight mixing with the last installment much. So please keep that in mind if you're expecting something different from my piss poor Catwoman (I'm not caring about her as much since she's not the romantic interest in my corner of the Batman Universe...sorry).