The Princess of Plunder

Night. The perfect time to hunt. Her prey will never see her. They never do by day either. She would easily sneak her hand into a pocket and snatch a wallet without them knowing. She was a ghost. No one can catch her.

Yes, the twilight was her element. In the dark, she was a cat on the prowl. She was the Cat.

The waning crescent moon illuminated the city with its silvery beams. The windows and damp surfaces shined from the glossy light. The skylight shone those rays down on the museum's marble floor.

A shadow broke that perfect square of light. A shadow of a woman. She unlatched the outdated window. She had already disarmed the silent alarm for the windows and entrances. dropping a line, she belayed down soundlessly. It was so smooth and so quiet, it was almost supernatural.

On the floor, she unfastened herself from the rope. She trotted past a display of a tyrannosaurus rex and down a dark corridor. The security cameras would've been a serious problem if they weren't seeing an empty hallway on a loop. Past the Mesopotamian exhibit and down to the Chinese Ming Dynasty to an extravagant display.

Tossing a can of aerosol on the floor exposed the laser grid blocking the path. The gaps between the lasers were narrow. It was nearly impossible to navigate through it.

Nearly!

Bending, twisting, and flipping, she flowed passed those beams like air. After evading the last laser, a pair of green eyes reflected off of the Cat's Eye Emerald.


"Another day, another gazillion dollars," Selina said admiring the big jewel in the Sirens' lighting. The way the club's flashing lights reflected off its surface was hypnotic. She was considering keeping the cat-eye-shaped gem for herself if the fence won't pay a hefty price for it.

"Easy, Kitty cat. Don't go flaunting that around here. Someone else may get a bad idea," Barbara said from next to her at the bar.

"They could try," said Selina, putting her score away. They ordered a round of shots and downed them.

The partying went on. She and Barbara drank and chatted. The older woman was rambling on about how her young daughter did the cutest thing in front of a computer. And how it nearly hacked into City Hall's system. Selina loved little Barbara Lee to death—she would kill for that girl—but Barbara Senior was becoming the type of mom who was obsessed with her kid. Running a hand through her curls, she was thinking that she didn't like how Babs dyed her hair red.

"Hey there."

She turned around to meet a smug smile of a very hot guy. He was tall, black, and bald with a soul patch. Giving him a quick once over, she noted that he was muscular and everything a woman looks for in a man. Wonderful.

Selina leaned in slightly, pushing her chest out. She was glad she changed out of her skintight work suit. It could've worked in here but may raise the wrong eyebrows. Instead, she had changed into her usual black clothes. "Hi," she said in a heady voice. "I've never seen you around here before."

"My first time here. Thought I'd check it out. And so far, I'm liking what I'm seeing." His eyes roamed over her form.

"Glad to hear," she said with a smirk.

They talked for a little while. Teased, laughed until the guy suggested, "It's getting kinda loud in here. How 'bout we go somewhere else?"

She raised an eyebrow. It was not a question that he would suggest that. It was a question of when he was gonna make his move. "Sure." She did not wait much longer. Selina was in a good mood and had some tension to burn off.

Just as they got up from their stools, Barbara grabbed her wrist. "Wait, Selina. Excuse us for a sec, honey," she said to the guy. She pulled her aside. And as soon as they were far enough, Barbara said in a loud whisper, "Are you sure you want this? I know this ain't your first time but is a one-nighter all you want?"

Selina rolled her eyes.

Screw what Barbara says. True that she was still young and reckless, but Selina was an adult. She was twenty-three! Years ago that woman told her that she could use her beauty as a weapon. That she could get whatever she wanted. So yeah. She knows how to use it. And she likes the results. Plenty of horny bastards wanted to get into her pants. Most don't get to, though. Sometimes, for those with money, she could use her looks to get something else. And occasionally, even with no job, and for some good-looking ones, why not indulge herself? Have some fun?

She was no virgin. She hadn't since she was eighteen…. But she rather not think about that.


The sunlight pierced Selina's eyes. Slightly hungover, she tried to block it out to no avail. All she thought about was how sore her body felt until she realized that there was an arm wrapped around her. Then it all came back to her. After the job, she met, uh…. She couldn't remember his name. Just like the one before. Anyway, she met a strange guy who she thought was hot and agreed to leave with him.

Then it all fully came back to her.

The door was forced open and then locked shut as Selina led him into her apartment. He was all over her, kissing and groping her. She returned his ferocity. Ignoring her cats as she guided him to her bed. Clothes flew off in an aggressive frenzy. The edge of the bed tripped them and she pulled him naked under the covers.

He dove right in with very little foreplay. Foreplay could be romantic. She didn't invite him for romance. It was a struggle for dominance. Their hot, slippery bodies moved against each other scratching and thrusting. His mindless cursing was comical. When he managed to pin her on her back and focus on his selfish pleasure, she simply wrapped her arms and legs around his narrow waist and let him finish. When he was done, he rolled off her and they quickly fell to sleep.

Performance review: seven out of ten. Maybe six. No five. It didn't last very long anyway.

Her eyes wandered over her little apartment. The cats must've been wandering the neighborhood, as far as she could see. She looked at the wallpaper that was beginning to peel. The sound of the A/C was vibrating through the walls. Her home was modest to put it lightly. But it was better than some of the squats she had as a kid. And it was all she could afford at the moment. It was still the place she called home.

Selina couldn't wait until whatshisface left. Why did she decide to bring him here? If she went to his place, she could've easily snuck out to avoid the awkward morning after. But the same could be said about him in this instance. Yet, he was still there snoring up a storm.

Never had she ever had to deal with this five years ago. Back then it was only her and Bruce against the world. They've discovered sex with each other. They were young and a bit tipsy from Jim and Lee's wedding. They had ducked out during the reception to the apartment they were staying at, to the bed they had been sharing. Bruce was so gentle. Always treated her so preciously. All the sensitive spots he knew that made her melt in his hands. How he loved to kiss the freckles on her chest that makes her toes curl. He was so eager to get her off first before he could. And the way he muttered "I love you" when it was over.

It was one of her favorite memories. And normally you don't say this for your first time, but her best time.

Then His Highness, Bruce Wayne, decided to leave. Stupid bastard! After everything they've gone through. After all the times he pursue her and won her affection. The coward left. While leaving her with a stupid, worthless letter. How could he?! 'Cause he wanted to get better for her? For Gotham? After the future they were planning together?

Screw him! If he didn't want Selina Kyle in his life, she'll do her damnedest to get over him. Or at least she thought after weeks of lying in bed crying over him and then slipping back into her old thieving habits.

Peering over to her date. He was still handsome, however not as good as he looked in the club. Barbara once told her the best way to get over someone was to get under someone else. If Selina was being honest with herself, not even after six men work. She might as well charge all the men who'll bang her. Well, what's one more thing on her criminal record?

She then remembered the date today. And then yesterday's. Six years ago, Bruce was supposed to have a good day. It got ruined by a psychopath, but then she made it up to him later. It turned out to be a good night and the morning after. Now thinking about it only made her sad.

Happy birthday, B. Wherever you are.


A/N: Two posts within a week? I miss it when it was that often for me.

This one-shot was just an idea I had. I'm surprised no one ever wrote one like this. The closest thing was Street Cats and Dark Knights by 0MoonPrincess0. It's one of the best fanfiction stories but it skims over the ten-year jump.