The thief and the vigilante

A/N: If you're a WonderBat shipper perhaps you shouldn't read though Wonder Woman is featured in this, this story is a batcat story. Enjoy!

She was about to get ready to go on patrol it was earlier than she usually went out but there wasn't much else to do. She opened the compartment that held her Catwoman suit, a knock on her door made her pause, she approached the door with caution as it was unusual for anyone to knock at her door. She peeked through the hole on her door and shock claimed her features when she saw it was Bruce Wayne; the same Bruce Wayne who she had left Gotham because of three years ago. He had broken her heart six months ago when he married Wonder Woman now she felt it shutter at the sight of him; since she came back to Gotham about a year ago she'd successfully avoided, knowing about his engagement to Diana and given their history she thought it for the best.

"What are you doing here Bruce?", he let himself in.

"It's nice to see you too Selina." A cheeky smile on his face, his voice slurred, liquor bottle in hand as he slumped down on her couch.

"What do you want? I'm busy."

"Are you angry with me still?" he asked hearing her tone.

"I don't think it's a good idea for you to be here." She close her door and sat down next to him.

"I take it you're not going on patrol tonight?" She asked noticing that he was drunk.

"Tim has got it covered tonight, Gotham has been … quiet"

"You sound disappointed isn't that why you do this?" He didn't answer instead he took a long sip from the bottle.

"Why are you drunk? … is everything alright?" She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I made a mistake."

"Wow! I should call Dick and Tim, they've love to hear you say that" She joked.

"I'm serious Selina!" He cleared his throat, "I married Diana but now I am uncertain that it was the correct decision." She turned away from him.

"This is you being you Bruce." She knew him all to well, "You can't stand to be happy ," she exhaled, "you push people away."

"You do that as well." He said thinking back to the day she left. She frowned.

"I want you to leave. Go home to your wife."

He stayed, silently sitting next to her trying to work up the nerve to tell her what he'd came here for.

"Do you ever think about us?" He turned towards her, his eyes studying hers.

"There is no 'us' anymore remember?" Despair claiming her features.

"I love you" he confessed quietly "… I convinced myself I didn't but it's affecting my marriage" She suddenly stood and back away from him like he carried a plague.

"Shut up! You can't just show up here, drunk, and say something like that," she began to angrily pace, "it has taken me a long time to get to a place where I can move on? You're not being fair"

"Have you moved on?"

"I'm trying to." she admitted "You being here isn't good for either of us, it's too late for us"

"You were the one who left." He accused walking to her.

"You pushed me away." Her fiery eyes burning into his; he lazily ran his fingers through his hair.

"I was trying to look out for you." His eyes searching hers.

"I never asked you to, I just wanted your support." Her features soften as she said this. He being there was making her heart ache; she regretted leaving Gotham, loosing him, she thought the distance would allow her to forget and move on but it didn't so she came back.

"I'm sorry Selina, you leaving wasn't something I wanted. I gave up." He step towards her placing his hands on her hips pulling her close. She thought to push him away but became drawn to his touch and the heat it generated through out her body; she missed this.

"You look so beautiful." He whispered as he moved his head to crook of her neck sending a chill down her spine. Her breath was shallow, she was used to making men hot and bother but he was the only man that could arise those sensations in her. He placed a butterfly kiss on her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her tight against him. She place her hands on his chest trying to will her self to push him away.

"Don't Bruce." She pleaded , a small moan escaping her lips as she did.

"I haven't forgotten how perfect this feels … to hold you." Their eyes lock as he search hers for reassurance that she wanted this, that she still wanted him.

"Bruce …" Her lips centimeters from his, her body burn with desire before she knew it she press her lips against his. He kissed her back passionately, a kiss that soon turned into desperation and want for both of them. Their tongues dance together as he hands gripped her ass pressing their groins. She arched her back trying to feel all of him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He anxiously picked her up by the back of her thighs allowing her to hug his waist without any hesitation carry her away to her bedroom where they explore each other's bodies until they were both satisfied.

He laid on her bed, staring at the ceiling being with her was like a dream but now he was awake, awoken to what he did. Diana. He sat up, Selina wasn't beside him; she left the room shortly clearly upset, reality had certainly hit her too. He searched for his scattered clothes and quickly dressed. He walked out her bedroom and immediately caught sight of her. She stood near her open window, a glass of wine in her hand, a regretful look on her face. He silently approached her.

"Selina I …"

"You are a married man Bruce." She interrupted looking up at him.

"I know." He thoughtfully felt for the wedding band on his finger.

"You know?!" Anger showing in her eyes. "You are okay with what we just did?!"

"I didn't mean …" She cut him off with a slap.

"Don't you dare do that, don't act like you came over with any other intention but to screw." She was angry with herself for loosing herself in him, she was angry at him for coming over and saying all the things he said. He reached out to her but she backed away.

"Please just leave." She sounded defeated a lump caught in her throat as she felt herself about to cry. The thought of him going home to his wife, kissing and touching her the way he had just done to her was swirling around in her mind. He complied seeing the pain and unsure how to comfort her.

"I'm sorry."