Chapter 6: It's not cheating... Right?

The Bat and the cat met again that night. This time it was over helping some poor woman.

She made a wrong turn down the wrong ally and ran into a nasty gang of lonely men. Before she had time to run or scream for help she was grabbed, gagged, and held down.

Thankfully before these men could perform their unspeakable acts, red headlights shined down on them from the end of the ally. From the other end they heard the cracking of a whip.

"What the hell is going on here?" One of them asked.

A hook attached to a line was shot around one of the men's ankle. He then shot upwards up into the air ankle first and hung above them.

"Help me!" He cried.

Just then the bat dropped down on another one of them.

"It's that fucking bat guy!"

A whip was lashed around another man's neck. He was then pulled into the claws of the Cat.

"He's not the one you should be scared of." She hissed.

The rest of these sick men were taken out within a matter of seconds by the masked man and woman.

"What are you doing here?" The Bat asked.

The Cat shrugged. "Same as you I suppose."

She helped herself to the contents of these men's pockets while the Bat went to check on the victim.

"You're safe now." He offered out his hand.

The woman crawled away from him in fear. "Please don't hurt me." She cried.

"I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm here to help."

She just held her hands up and looked away.

"I think it's the ears." The Cat said from the second floor of the nearby fire escape. She was tightening her whip around one of the attacker's neck. "They're kinda off putting. Maybe you should trim them down."

"What are you doing?" He asked as he approached the bottom of the fire escape.

"What does it look like? I'm hanging a rapist."

"Wait!"

"Wait?!" She scoffed. "Wait for what?! Him to attack and ruin another girls life? I don't think so."

"You think he's ever going to try this again? After what just happened to him and all his friends?"

"Yea actually, I do. These sick freaks will keep doing this again and again... until they die."

"Not if we call this in. We report this to the police. These men get tried and sentenced."

"And whose gonna put them away? Your star witness." She pointed at the victim who was running away.

He let out a sigh. He wasn't going to chase down a woman who had already been through enough. He turned his attention back to the Cat.

"Maybe they can be rehabilitated."

"Rehabilitated?" She laughed. "This is what I call rehabilitation."

She tossed the man off the fire escape. The Bat threw one of his bat shaped shuriken, he called batarangs, at the the whip. It cut through it easily sparing the man a broken neck. But the Bat didn't bother catching him either so he wasn't spared two broken legs as he landed on them.

As the attacker cried out in pain, the Cat climbed down the fire escape to confront the Bat.

"You owe me a new whip!"

"Send me the bill and mailing address." He turned and walked back to his car.

"Don't you turn your back on me!" She followed him. "So you think animals like them deserve mercy? How many chances do they get before you do what's right? Do you give murderers the same mercy?"

He turned to her. "If you kill a killer, the amount of killers in the world stays the same."

"Eh, not if you kill two or three- hell even a hundred more killers." She folded her arms and smirked.

"It's never that simple. You don't get to be judge, jury, and executioner."

She bared her claws. "Don't tell me what I can or can't do."

He shook his head. "You don't want to do this."

"Oh I think I do." She lashed at him. He dodged all her attacks with little effort.

"This is pointless. You're not going to land a strike on me."

"Oh yea? Let's agree to disagree."

Again and again she struck. Again and again he dodged and blocked. She almost got him with a kick but he caught it and threw her to the ground.

"Not bad." He said. "Adaptation and improvisation. But your weakness is not your technique."

She came in for another attack. Again he blocked all her strikes. It was making he mad. She hated that their was a man who could just toy with her.

"Why are you holding back? You're faster than this." He insisted. "You might be faster than even me. Use it."

"Shut up!"

Another flurry of strikes. Another flurry of blocks. Bruce liked this girls style. But he saw her anger clouded her judgement and it translated to her fighting. A weakness he shared on occasion.

"Come on, stop trying to just hit me and hit me."

She came in again. He backed up, and the made the mistake of backing up against the wall. Finally she was able to get his hands low, and come over the top with a punch straight for his face. But she stopped her fist just inches from his face.

"I didn't have to stop." She claimed.

"Then why did you?" He asked.

"Because I know what you're trying to do." She lowered her fist and took a step back.

"And what is that?" He asked again.

Selina shook her head. "The only thing you are doing," she grabbed him by his head, "is driving me crazy."

She wrapped her arms around him pressed her lips against his. Bruce was caught off guard at first but soon gave in. Their lips opened up and their tongues were soon involved. The kiss was passionate, hot and... familiar. Both of their eyes widened as they pulled away.

"I shouldn't have done that. I have a boyfriend."

"Yea... I'm with someone too."

They shared one last look before giving into their primal desire

"Oh fuck it." She sighed as she pressed her lips against his again. Bruce didn't even resist for a second. They both felt a small amount of guilt. But it was driven out easily by a primal instinct. An alpha male, and alpha female's desire to mate with each other.

This wasn't love between the Bat and Cat. Simple lust over taking the love they had for the other's secret identity. It did help that they felt such a familiar presence of their loved one as they did it.

She soon found herself sprawled out on the hood of the car. He took her from behind with an animal like aggression.

The mask and the costumes were still on. Some conveniently placed zippers originally designed for bathroom usage were now being used as access points for them to exercise their uncontrollable desire.

"You like that?" He groaned.

"Shut up!" She moaned. "Don't talk. Just fuck me." She liked it but she wanted more. She wanted it harder. "Is that the best you fucking got?" She taunted. "Come on! Make it worth my fucking while!"

He pulled out, turned her over, put his hand to her throat, and he pinned her down on her back as he entered her again.

"Oooh fuck!" She moaned.

It didn't last long. But it was intense and they both shared and intense orgasm.

They felt a wave of ecstasy. But it was soon washed away with another wave of guilt and betrayal.

"That was fun Bat's." Selina said playing it cool. She zipped herself up. "Hopefully your girl doesn't find out."

"Hopefully your guy doesn't either." He replied.

She paused for a second and nodded. "Touché" she looked at him one last time. "See ya around." With that she ran off.

He let out a sigh. "Yeah... see you." Once she was out of sight he buried his head in his hands. "Selina... I'm so sorry."

Once he was out of sight Selina fell to the ground as tears poured down her cheeks. "Oh Bruce... what have I done?"