CAT LOVER

CHAPTER 2 - "A KNIGHTS PASSION"

DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Batman" or "Catwoman" D.C does

AUTHORS NOTE: In this 2nd chapter we'll see things from Batman's perspective. It is somewhat longer, and deeper. My intention for this chapter is to portray the Batman & Catwoman relationship as one fueled passion, and to portray Batman's feelings toward the feline fatale as extremely complex, conflicted, tortured, obsessive and at times possibly even psychotic. ALSO, I've decided to run this fic beyond 2 chapters. So look for a 3rd chapter soon!.

I turned my head slightly to check the time, 5:30 am, the sun was slowly creeping up from the horizon. My master bedroom completely silent, completely still. Selina lay fast asleep, her soft body resting on top of mine, altogether wrapped in soft sheets. Her flowing, raven hair brushed against my skin, tickling it. Pulling her luscious form in closer I gently put my nostrils to her hair and breathed in deeply, her sweet lavender scent is completely overwhelming. She moaned softly in her sleep and snuggled closer to me.

I feel exhausted, utterly exhausted. Never before have I felt so physically and emotionally drained. I've spent virtually all of the last two days in bed with Selina. Imagine a melting pot, a giant melting pot, into which Selina, or should I say Catwoman, and I emptied all of our mutual passion, years of emotional conflict, tension, frustration, desire, denial, longing, lusting, loathing, so many repressed emotions, suddenly emptied together into the same pot, where they perculated, peeked and boiled over. Initially it was very primal, rough, angry, ferocious, animalistic, much like our namesakes'. It was all about venting frustration, I can still feel a faint stinging where her nails raked across my back, drawing blood, my neck similarly adorned with bitemarks. We were very much Batman and Catwoman locked in a primal mating dance wherein the struggle for control over the other was the ultimate turn on. Eventually though the mood cooled, the lovemaking became gentle, tender, affectionate, there were whispers of apology and many soft tears were shed between us.

Selina moaned in her sleep and shifted her body slightly, I took my left hand and gently drew it down her sinewy back, lightly carressing her soft flesh. Selina's body has always fascinated me, strong but feminine. Her strength is well hidden, in more than one playful scuffle she's suprised me, easily breaking out of a half-heartedly applied hold and sending me to the ground. Though her milky skin is soft, smooth and delightful to touch, to grip her tightly reveals sinewy power. She has the legs of a world class ballerina, sculpted, statuesque, all muscular thighs and strong calves. Curved, round hips, a wasp waist and plump breasts further eccentuate her femininity. Since my first encounter with her I have wanted her, wanted her more than anything in the world, it was a desire, a lust, a passion that grew stronger with each passing day, grew so strong the mere thought of her scarlet lips curved into a seductive smile made me ache with desire, but I couldn't have her, my life's mission did not agree with her. It was worse than any kind of tortue I had ever endured. The fact that she so obviously enjoyed tempting me didn't make matters any easier, of all my "adversaries" she was the most skilled at getting under my skin, others had to plan and plan for months if they wanted to mess around inside my head, but for Catwoman it was truly effortless, a sultry pose, a sensual whisper, a playful invitation, she knew the effect she had on me and she exploited it, flaunted it, used it like a weapon. It took all my concentration and self-discipline to make it look like her sultry antics had no affect on me, but even then I'm sure she wasn't fooled, I could see it in her eyes. One such occassion remains burnt into my memory, it wasn't all that long ago actually, I had persuaded Selina into assissting me on a case, the one thing I always held over her was my ability to exploit her moral code, the mission was a success thanks to her help and the perp was put away, we made a rendezvous at the signal. She was there waiting for me, atop the signal, sprawled across it in a leisurely seductive fashion, one hand supporting her head the other rested on the side of her peachy hip, that penetrating smile fresh across her face.

"You took your time".

She uttered with a sultry tone.

"Had to tie up a few loose ends".

I replied, evenly.

"Really?".

She spoke with one eyebrow raised, leaping gracefully from her perch to land only a metre from my feet. Rising slowly she rested her weight on one hip with effortlessly sensual composure.

"So...Have I been a good girl tonight?"

She purred.

"Yes".

I replied in a monotonous gravel tone. She smiled and took a few steps foward, her hands came together at the centre of her waist, her upper arms pressing her plump breasts together in the most erotic fashion, the sight of it made me squirm inside.

"Well then, can I get a thankyou, for being such a good girl?".

"I appreciate your help, thankyou".

I replied, once again with gravel.

She smiled and stepped foward even closer, right into my personal space, one long, lithe arm slung itself around my neck, the other softly stroked down my neck and over my collarbone, her soft bosom pressed against my chest, her pelvis and crotch grinding against my right thigh. I should have stopped her, but I couldn't, I was frozen, her beautiful face came right up to mine, parched breath escaped her scarlet lips as she panted softly like an animal in heat.

"Well then, since I've been such a sickeningly good little kitten for you, the way you so approve, but I so loathe, can I have a kiss for my suffering?".

I couldn't move, or think, at the bottom of my mind I was struggling desperately to resist the primal urges yearning to be set free. All that managed to escape my lips was a soft, animalistic grunt from the bottom of my throat, that seemed close enough to a "yes" for her. She set upon my mouth with hers, initiating a fiercely passionate clinch, her slenderly sinewed arms coiled tightly around my neck pulling me further into her as my palms softly rested on either side of her slim waist. The kiss was long, deep, heated, eventually I was able to break from it, wrenching my lips free from hers, though our bodies were still in close proximity, she cupped my jaw with her palms pulling my face back to hers.

"We can't stop here Batty, I don't just want a kiss, I want YOU...ALL of you!".

Her voice ached with need, need for a love we had repressed for so long.

"How much longer do we have to go on suffering like this, I won't let you put yourself through this, I won't let you put US through this, there was real passion in that kiss, I felt it, you can't deny there's something between us after that".

For a split second, I almost went with it, for just that split second, this remarkable woman had made me forget about my life's mission, the sacred vow of revenge I had sworn to honour all those years ago as an angry, bitter, traumatised young boy at my parent's funeral, the princess of plunder had come within only a split second of stealing the Dark Knight, it would have been her finest heist.

"Your'e right...there is something between us...the law!".

I growled.

Catwoman's expression cringed into bitter hatred, as her eyes welled with tears.

"BASTARD!".

She hissed with insatiable venom. A split second later her right palm drew sharply across my face with a stinging slap. I took the slap, my only response to it, a slight wince.

"I pour my heart out to you, and you still resort to something so petty as the everyman's law to deny what we could have, what we could be".

Her hand pointed to the streets below us.

"Look at those people down there, there nothing like us, they don't understand the first thing about our kind, and we're not like them, you see that world down there, for you and me that world's nothing more than a disguise, a fascade, a mask, to cover who we really are".

She reached her hand out suddenly, pressing her palm forcefully against the symbol on my chest.

"THIS is who WE really are, we're one and the same, creatures of the night, we don't belong in the everyman's world yet you STILL use their laws as an excuse to repress what could be the most fulfilling love you've ever known, don't you DARE try to tell me that you don't feel anything for me, I see the way you look at me when you THINK that I'm not watching, I sense it when you squirm underneath that rubber skin of your's whenever I touch or get close to you, and anyone could tell how much you love it when I run, because that means you get to chase me".

Not even I could deny the truth in her words. Bruce Wayne, whoever he was or may have been, had ceased to exist many years ago, at heart Batman is who I truly was, a "Creature of the night", Bruce was just a disguise. As much as I had tried to deny it over the years, Catwoman and I were truly of the same world. Every other woman I had kissed, danced with, slept with, tried to love, simply did not fit into my world, my "true" world, but Catwoman had lived within that same world for years on end, she was truly my counterpart, she was the only woman for which I had ever harboured a true passion for, a passion most would describe as love. For a second I felt ashamed of the way I had treated her, my eyes lowered to the ground. Then I remembered everything else in my life, everything that seperated us, she was a criminal, it was a criminal who had killed my parents, traumatised me, twisted my entire existence into a psychotic, goddamned madhouse, DESTROYED MY LIFE!. How would my parents feel if I invited a criminal into my bed?. The shame...the shame.

"There's a lot more to it than that...you don't understand".

I grunted softly. I didn't see the kick coming, her foot just shot out of nowhere, crashing into my face, I was sent straight to the floor. Shaking off the pain I rose slowly to a sitting position, her boot firmly pushed my upper body back to the floor, as she stood over me, her foot pressing firmly into my chest, she had me pinned, she loved that, disempowering me, controlling me.

"YOUR'E DAMN RIGHT I DON'T UNDERSTAND!"

She screamed down at me, her voice full of hurt and hatred.

"And who's fault is that, everytime I try to get close, everytime I try to prove myself worthy of you, you just grunt and growl and shun me away, like I'm as bad as all those other freaks you have to deal with, haven't I proven myself already, how many times have I helped you put away bad people, So I take what's not mine occassionally, SO WHAT, Do you really see me as being just as bad as all those other freaks, I DON'T EVEN KILL PEOPLE, I've even saved your life before, and you still treat me like scum, you refuse to trust me, to let me into your life, your life within that mask, someone remind me why I even bother".

With that she lifted her foot, and stormed off toward the edge of the rooftop. Like before, she made me feel ashamed, of how I so often disregarded the good she had done, all the times she had helped me out of the good of her own moral code, she was right, she wasn't like all the other freaks, but the fact that I didn't trust her just about placed her in the same category as all the scum. But just like before, I remembered everything else, and it infuriated me. Rising swiftly to my feet, I grasped her tail and with one strong pull, yanked her body back into my arms, securing her wrists behind her back with a tight hold. She hissed and struggled, being under somebody else's control REALLY upset her, even more so if I was controlling her, but I was no longer in the mood for her hissy fits.

"Don't...EVER ACCUSE ME OF TREATING YOU LIKE ALL THE OTHER CRIMINALS IN THIS CITY!".

I growled at her. Her struggling ceased immediately under my intense anger.

"How many nights have you spent in Arkham, hm, How many, NONE, and you have only me to thank for that, you know the affect you have over me and you use it, exploit it, flaunt it, to tease and wiggle your way out of every would be jail sentence."

I growled once more. Despite her lack of resistance, I still held onto her, gently.

"You admit you have feelings for me, but you still refuse to trust me?".

She muttered between sobs.

"Yes, because no matter what I feel for you, I can't trust you enough to let you into my life while your'e still a criminal".

I replied, with a softer tone than before.

"So, if I gave up the cat-burgling and promised to be your good little kitten on the right side of the law, you'd accept us as lovers?".

"Absolutely, I promise...I'll protect you...keep you safe...all I want is to wake up every morning and know that your'e safe".

I whispered, softly, tenderly, in her ear, my face close beside hers, our eyelids softly shut, my lips brushing lightly against her soft cheek, whilst gently stroking her upper arm, my solid, constrictive hold over her had become a soft, warm hug.

"The last time someone promised to protect me, I was bundled into a sack and thrown in a river".

She hissed, venomously. Her comment stunned me, she had just told me something personal, something VERY personal, something from her past, she barely ever did that, yet it had just slipped out, I was intrigued. With that she broke out of my hug.

"Just leave me alone".

She sobbed. And before I could stop her, she was gone. We had come so painfully close, but just like every other time, our hopes and desires of being together had collapsed, and we had parted, even greater a mystery to each other than before.

It wasn't always SO painful though. At times it was even playful, I loved it when she'd run, because then I'd get to chase her, I loved chasing her, it was fun, simple, playful. It was like some surreal vision of how things could have been, would have been, SHOULD have been between us. The chase would stir dreams at night, dreams of Bruce and Selina, as children, playing cat and mouse in the gardens of Wayne Manor, running, laughing, playing, it was so innocent, so untainted. In a strange, twisted way she was the only person in the world who could make me feel happy that I was Batman. I suppose in the end, we just needed each other too much, needed each other's love, we were both so sick of the fighting, the hurting, the denial, the bitterness, the pettiness, all of it. We've decided to work something out, work out a way we can be together but remain who we really are inside, it won't be easy, but it'll be worth it, that's what passion is all about.

I checked the time again, 6:30am, Alfred would usually be up by now, but I'd sent him on vacation, I needed for Selina and I to be alone, we still had a lot to discuss. I looked down upon her sleeping form, her body heaving gently with each breath. I took my right hand and gently drew it through her soft, raven hair. Smiling to herself, her eyelids fluttered awake.

"Morning".

She whispered, with a warm smile.

"Morning...do you feel like breakfast?".

I whispered back, with an even smile.

"mmmmm...not yet...right now I just want you to hold me".

She whispered, snuggling closer to me.

"Okay".

I replied, softly, taking a firm grasp of her, holding her head gently against my chest.

"Just as long as I know your'e safe".

END OF CHAPTER 2.

Well I hope you enjoyed that. My intention was to portray the Batman & Catwoman relationship as one fueled by epic passion, and to portray Batman's feelings toward the feline fatale as extremely complex, conflicted, tortured, obsessive and at times possibly even psychotic. Soon I'll be posting CHAPTER 3 be on the look out for it!. DON'T FORGET TO SEND YOUR REVIEWS, I live for reviews, I especially love detailed, analytical reviews, be sure to tell me all about exactly what you did or didn't like about the fic. Seeya!

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