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#261. I am not allowed to wear a improper pyjama and have pillow fight with Bruce

"But, Alfreeeeeeeeeeed! I don't like this new pyjama you bought for me. It's... too loose-fitting!" Selina cries, pouty face and all.

"It's supposed to be like that, Miss Kyle!" Yes, Alfred had taken the liberty to buy a pyjama himself, otherwise she might have come back with a leathery pyjama. Alfred is really pleased with himself. "This one is a proper pyjama, and like you know by now, you are not allowed to wear anything, improper."Cue, wide smirk.

Major eye roll; "Yeah, I'll figure it out, old man!" Cue exit, starting up the stairs.

Night time...

Hysterically laughter and giggles coming from the young billionaires bedroom. Then, the sound of Bruce's bed, breaking. Alfred, knowing this can't be good, rushes up the stairs to see the damage.

Alfred grabs at his hair in despair, at the sight of the crazy cat-girl, having a pillow fight with Master Bruce, wearing her new pyjama, only it's wasn't exactly the one he bought this morning. She had cut off the sleeves and turned it into a one shoulder top and cut out some fabric, so both sides of her waist are open as well. Here and there, the fabric was missing too, replaced with leather. The shorts, was extremely short now.

*Volcano like roar* "Miss Kyle! What did I say about your pyjamas?"

"What, you said this one was proper. I only made a few adjustments." Cue, sweetly smile.


#262. I am not allowed to tease Jim for dating Barbara (Psychopath) and Lee (Sociopath's stepmom)

"Hiya detective!" Selina strolls into the room, grabbing a desk chair and sits down in front of Jim, wrapping one knee over the other while glaring at the cop. Suddenly, there's a notepad on her lap and pen in her hand. Jim looks quizzically. "So, why do you think you always seem to pick the wrong woman?"

"What?"

"Well, first you decide to marry a psychopath and now you're dating a sociopath's mom. Why are you doing that?"

Selina holds in a fit of laughter, nervously looking at the floor, which is probably for the best because John's bamboozled look, slowly turns murderous.

"You know, a psychiatrist would say, you're missing something in your life, and they fill that part up. After Barbara left you for that other cop, she left a deep, burning, aching hole in your heart, which needed to be filled quickly. And no one could be perfecter than the woman that just adopted a sociopath. But I think you'll only dating her to make Barbara jealous"

Jim half-groans again, trying to hold in the urge of doing something he'll might regret later.

"Come on, admit it! Barbara being part of the Maniax makes her only hotter, isn't it. The thrill of the chase, the blood pumping through your veins, just the two of you against the rest of the worl-

Jim hurls himself from the couch and onto the young cat-burglar, going for the kill. Luckily enough, Selina could escape, screaming something about, Barbara was right all along and she would pay the woman a visit to tell her the good news.


#263. I am not allowed to give Bruce a lap dance. The poor boy can't handle that

Bruce, sitting in the study, eating dinner when suddenly the stereo turns on, playing a song by Timberland with the lyrics that sounds like; "Baby if you strip you can get a tip."

Bruce frowns. He didn't remember hearing that song before.

Suddenly, all the lights go out, and some colorful disco balls on the ceiling turn on, illuminating a very strange vibe. Bruce swallows down a lump when the room fills with 'fog'. What's going on?

Then, to Bruce's shock, and as the song continues, Selina walks in, slowly lingering over to him while undoing her jacket, tossing it across the room. Bruce swallows, again and like a freight train, all his blood rushes to his face, making him blush. Standing, a few inches away from the young billionaire, the young cat burglar gives him 'the eye of the tiger', looking at him intensely, examining her 'victim' to ensure that when she's finally ready to spring, she'll spring.

Before Bruce can even blink, she has hurled herself onto Bruce's lap, grinding against him, making him blush even more until the point...

Selina growls, punching Bruce's limply arm as he slumps out onto the couch, fainted.

"Miss. Kyle! How many times did I told ya, get your ass off of Master Bruce!" Alfred growls, angrily staring from the disco balls to the young girl, who's nuzzling her face against Bruce's chest, hissing at Alfred, dominant.


#264. I am not allowed to reply everyone with: that's what YOU think. No matter how much I think the need to know they're wrong

Alfred invited the Galavan's over for the tea.

"Bruce and Silver get along so well," Tabitha says with a smile.

Suddenly Selina slides over the wooden floor, across the room: "That's what YOU think."

"You know, Cat-girl?" Ed says proudly. "My medicine are really working."

*disguised voice* "That's what YOU think."

"Did you say something?"

"No, why?" Cue exit.

"The ladies can't get enough of me!" Cue playboy-ish smile.

"Yeah, Bullock, that's what YOU think." Cue wide smirk.

"Didn't I tell you, you're not allowed to say: that's what YOU think?" Alfred growls angry.

"That's what YOU think."


#265. No matter how creepy I think Cobblepot is, I am not allowed to volunteer him for the sexual predator list

Selina sighs deeply as she brooded within Wayne Manor. Jim had to babysit her again because Alfred had taken Bruce to the Galavan's and (since Alfred was really pleased with Silver) Selina was scared he'd would leave the billionaire boy there to keep him away from her. She was bored and trapped in this prison, and worst of all, Cobblepot just arrived to stalk Jim, who saw him coming and quickly rushed up the stairs to hide in the attic.

"Hi, dear Selina," Cobblepot greets her, smiling slyly. Selina clenches her fists with disgust as she faces Cobblepot, one of the planet's most disgusted creeper. "Detective Bullock told me I could find Jim here." Selina smirks.

"You know, you should leave Jim alone, right now." Cobblepot frowns.

"And why is that?"

Selina places her hand on her well-hidden knife. "Didn't they told you? You're on Gotham's sexual predator list." Astounded Cobblepot leaps backwards. After about ten seconds, he regains his composure.

"Sexual predator list?" Cobblepot chuckles. "Silly girl, there's no such thing."

Selina tightens her fists, grins: "wanna bet?"

In all technicality, Selina has all rights to attack and maim Cobblepot. So she did. After all, it was all to protect dear detective Jim, right?


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