DISCLAIMER: I DON'T own anything of (2004) movie Catwoman.
Author's Note: Yes, you guessed it lovelies. It's a damn rainy night at 1:10AM. Ask yourself why am I wake?! Simple, family desires me sleep deprived. Only why to relax my head pounding is to write.
Review Responses (THANK YOU for taking the time too):
Precious Rose, Dark Protector:
BearfootTruck: OH MY CHERRY BLOSSOMS love that enthusiasm. Indeed, love twists myself. Shadow needs more love, no doubt about that. Still cat curious huh? Sorry not sorry, BFT honey on that particular reveal I like to keep you guessing. It will be shown in time. Awww, thank you. I do try for greatness.
elijahhedgemond: Beautiful and dark, two of my personal favorite concepts in writing. Tho I'm sure you guessed that, awhile ago. *Wink Wink* Good, wrapped attention. I do love that.
The storm doesn't seem to let up, not even a inch. Still her light brown eyes watch from his slightly opened fire escape window. Of course she suspects, that he knows she watches him from time to time. How else would he have sweets and coffee already there in his small apartment before and sometimes after he returns from the police station.
Knowing whom and what she is, he still hasn't arrested her again. Not that it matter if he would actually try, he knows that she'd quite easily (mockingly) escape her cell or any other containment that place her in.
Cats come and go when they feel like it. Never as they're told. She is a slick kitty like that.
Besides, she helps when she can and when she wants too. He knows that even more. Her perfectly placed ruby red lips smirk, as her black armed length gloves with hard diamond covered claw tips gently tap his window. Her other furry friend, his Stormy blinks from atop her own bed (a pile of his clothes on the floor), bright amber yellow eyes smirk all the same at her. Light brown eyes behind her black mask soften as Stormy moves closer.
"Hey there, Stormy. Sorry your sleep was disturbed. Mine kinda was too. Think we should let him sleep?"
Catwoman's teasing question is quickly answered as Stormy leaps off the window panel atop Tom's unaware sleeping side.
He was never a heavy sleeper unlike herself. Still Stormy wanting to make sure, he is awake. Their brown eyes do lock once he calms from the scare. Immediately, he allows her inside.
"Anything I can do to calm that pounding heart of yours?"
He smirks, shaking his head. Trying (failing) to relax his nerves. Knowing with her feline enhanced senses she can physically hear it racing.
"Nothing you do with calm me down."
"Oooohhh, how about a rub down then?"
She asks already gently wrapping her arms around him. As Stormy meows from the couch away from them.
"Patience, you know that won't lead to sleep."
"Of course I do."
THE END!