Chapter 16: This won't end well for You

The party came to an end. Everyone left, except Lois and Clark who were invited to stay for a mini after party. Which was just really the four of them sitting on the second floor patio and enjoying some drinking next to a fire.

"How far along did you get?" Lois asked.

"Not too far. I was spared any stretch marks. It's almost as if it didn't happen."

Selina and Lois bonded pretty quickly. But it was the large amount of alcohol that made Selina comfortable talking to her about her unfortunate miscarriage months back.

"But it did happen. It must have left such an emotional scar."

"Oh It did. But Bruce was there for me the whole way. He helped in every way possible."

"I'm sorry that happened to you. Even though I think you're way too young to get married and have kids."

"I am, aren't I? But he has soooo many abs."

Just then a minor chest pain hit Bruce. Enough to make him rub his chest again.

Selina noticed and sighed. "Bruce is really scaring me."

"What?" Lois asked concerned.

"His chest. It's been killing him for a little over a week now. He's keeps ignoring it."

"Boys." Lois shook her head. "They just think ignoring the problem is fixing the problem."

"Right?"

Meanwhile Clark and Bruce were talking football.

"I mean Kelce might be the best pass catching tight end." Clark said. "But Kittle can run routes and catch just as good and is a beast at blocking."

"But can he stay healthy is the question." Bruce replied. "Gronk was the same way. They're do it all players, but they're sitting on the sideline half the time with an injury."

"What about Joe? He was hurt half the time. Yet you think he's the GOAT." Clark countered.

"Joe earned all 4 of his rings. And it was his job at quarterback to lead all those come from behind wins. Kittle lost in his only bowl so far and Gronk only played in 2 of the superbowls his team won."

"And who was his quarterback? That's right, Tom Brady and he's got 3 more rings than Joe."

"And 3 more losses than Joe."

"Don't waste your time, Clark." Selina called out. "He refuses to give Tom his due."

"Just like Tom refuses to give the refs their due for carrying him." Bruce replied as he took a sip of his drink.

Drinks were had, laughs were had, good times were had, and a strong bond between the two couples was forged.

Eventually the night came to a complete end and Lois and Clark took an Uber home. Lois' home. Where her parents weren't for the weekend.

Bruce and Selina made their way to the bedroom. Undressed into more comfortable attire, and got in bed. Bruce's heart nearly skipped a beat when he looked over and Selina had that trouble making grin and look in her eyes.

"Lay down." She ordered.

"What?"

"Don't be coy. Lay down and take your pants off." She straddled his lap and pushed him down. "I'm gonna make you my bitch."

Bruce wasn't sure if he was aroused by this approach or not. "You're not gonna make time your bitch."

"Oh yes I am! I'm gonna make you my bitch!" Selina was very drunk and very horny.

The next morning Selina woke up with a huge headache. She let out a groan and looked over at Bruce who was reading a book.

"Sleep well?" He asked

"Uhg! My head doesn't feel like it. How about you?" She asked back.

"Well your loud snoring kept me up all night."

"I snore?"

"Only when you go to bed drunk. And last night you were extra drunk and your snoring was extra loud. I would have slept in the other room, but I was kinda worried you might end up swallowing your tongue in your sleep so I stayed up to keep watch."

"Awww." Selina cooed as she snuggled up against him. "You're such a sweetheart." She noticed she was completely naked under the covers. "Did I at least rock your world last night?"

"We didn't have sex."

"We didn't?" She sat up and looked at him.

"No. Of course not."

"Why not? What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong. It's simply because you were drunk. I didn't want to take advantage of you."

"Oh Bruce," she chuckled, "when there's this much trust and love in a relationship, you're allowed to plow me when I'm drunk."

He sighed, set his book down and looked at her. "You starfish when you're as drunk as you were."

"I what?"

"Starfish. You just lay down arms and legs spread and don't interact."

"I do not? I rock your world. Especially when I'm drunk."

"Yes sometimes you do some crazy things that I love. But not when you're that drunk. There's a certain line you get to when you stop being sexy drunk and are just drunk drunk."

"How bad was I?"

"You came onto me like some cracked out prom queen. It was actually unappealing."

"Oh... Well now that I'm sober,"

"Hungover."

"Whatever! You wanna rearrange my guts now or what? I promise not to starfish."

Bruce grinned. "Well if you promise."

Selina squealed excitedly.

The day went on as normal. Bruce helped Selina nurse her hangover. But before they knew it, the sun went away just as quickly as it came, and it was time to go out and protect the streets of Gotham.

Bruce and Selina headed down to the cave. Before they left Bruce had to do some work on his Bat-car.

"C'mon baby. Talk to me." He said to himself.

"Are you talking to me or the car?" Selina asked.

Just then he crisscrossed some wires. A few sparks shot out and he gave himself a good shock. "Awg dammit!" He cried out as he stepped away.

Selina couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

Bruce looked at her. "Oh you think that's funny?"

"Honestly," she shrugged, "a little bit."

He rolled his eyes and shook out his hand. "I'm just saying, what if it was you that got shocked?"

"I'm just saying... it wasn't." She walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. "You know I'm just teasing."

"You know, you're not very nice to me sometimes."

"Good. You don't deserve a nice girl. You don't even want a nice girl."

He tuned to her and grinned. "Is that right?"

"You want and deserve a bad girl. A bad... Kitty." She stood up on her top toes, planted a kiss on his lips and leaned over to his ear. "Meow." She purred lightly.

She drove him crazy in all the best ways.

"Hey before I forget I got you something." He said as he walked over to a nearby table, picked up a little box, and carried it over to her. "Open it up."

She opened it up to reveal, "A new cat suit?"

"Yeah." He answered. It's a lot like the other one. But more improved than the last. If you're going to go out there with me I need to make sure you're protected."

She smiled and caressed him. "So long as I got you watching my back that's all the protection I need." They shared a kiss.

"I thought I'd find you two here." Alfred said as he approached them.

"Hey Alfred." Selina greeted him.

Bruce didn't say anything. Things had still been tense since between them.

Alfred looked around. "So this is what you plan to do with your life, Master Bruce? Wear a mask at night? Beat criminals to a bloody pulp? And then go to school like a normal boy in the morning?"

"Making a difference is my plan, Alfred. Whatever it takes."

"Why?"

Bruce stared him down. "So that no other kid has to watch his parents gunned down in an ally ever again."

Selina took his hand and held it tightly.

Alfred held back tears. "I see. I know I can't stop you... But perhaps I can help."

Bruce looked up at him surprised. "Really?"

"I don't want you going out there alone."

"He won't be alone." Selina said with a smile to Bruce. "He's got me."

"Well, I can do some work here perhaps?Monitoring police scanners. Pulling any valuable intel on any cases you come across. I could be a valuable asset to this ongoing mission of yours."

Bruce nodded. "Thanks Alfred."

"Of course, sir,"

Once Bruce got done working on the car, they headed off into the night. As they drove down the dark streets of Gotham, they witnessed a mugging. They simply pulled up and rolled down the window. The mugger and the victim both looked over and saw them staring at them.

"You that bat-dude and cat-lady I saw in the news?" The mugger asked.

They answered with a silent nod. The mugger nodded back, helped the victim to his feet, and ran off.

The victim brushed himself off. "Wow thanks so m-."

They sped off before he could say anything. So much crime on a nightly basis in this city. So little time.

They had an eventful night. Stopped a bank robbery, busted a drug lab, and freed countless girls from a human trafficking ring.

Later they were beating up a few creeps in a alleyway. After they were done, Selina got a call on her phone.

"Hello?" She answered.

"Hey Selina, hows it going?"

The feminine voice sounded familiar but she didn't quite know who's it was.

"Fine I guess. Who is this?"

Bruce looked over at her as he tied up the unconscious criminals.

"What are you doing right now?" The caller asked. "Robbing a bank? A jewelry store? Or are you sleeping with the Batman? Was he the one you cheated on Bruce with? Does he know?"

Just then Selina knew who this was. "Vicki?"

"Does Bruce know his girlfriend is a criminal?"

"You don't know what you're talking about!"

"I found your little suit. The skin tight latex and the whip."

A chill crawled up Selina's spine. "Bruce and I get kinky sometimes."

"Here's what's gonna happen, Selina. I've written an article. It's set to be automatically sent to my editor tomorrow morning. I'm being nice and giving you a head start to leave town. Because come tomorrow morning everyone will know Selina Kyle, former girlfriend of Bruce Wayne, is the known criminal Catwoman."

"Vicki! I warn you, this won't end well for you."

"It'll end worse for you. You're gonna break Bruce's heart. And I'll be there to pick up the pieces. And when you eventually get caught and wind up in jail, I want you know I'm gonna have fun fucking your boyfriend. Im gonna fuck him so good he'll wanna be my boyfriend. I'll fuck him so good he'll replace you instantly with me. And I'll be the one he buys all that expensive shit for.

Selina scoffed and shook her head. "That reason right there. The money. That's why you'll never be with him."

Vicki rolled her eyes. "We'll see. When I stared this phone call you had 10 hours to skip town and get a head start. Now you have less. Times a-ticking Selina, better run."

Vicki hung up. Selina looked down at her phone. It was 8:34 P.M.

"What was that all about?" Bruce asked.

"It was Vicki. She knows I'm..."

Bruce sighed. "Goddammit. Does she know about me?"

She shook her head. "I don't think so. But tomorrow morning my face and my secret will be all over the front page... Again!" Selina let out a scream of anger. "That fucking bitch!" She saw a nearby pile of trash bags and began kicking at it. "She's making me! Beat! Up! Trash!"