Chloe moaned, "Oh Bruce that feels good!"

He smiled at her she was propped up on the bed. She had been complaining about her swollen feet. He rubbed her ankles and worked his way up her calves. She breathed out a sigh and shoved ice cream into her mouth. When he tickled the bottom of her foot she laughed and pulled her feet back. Her belly rippled as the baby kicked. Chloe winced, "Your daughter the athletic"

Bruce laughed and placed a kiss on her forehead. "When are you going to help me decorate the nursery?" she asked as he changed into pajamas.

"This weekend?"

She nodded and turned on the TV in their room. The news was on, the reporter was talking to Superman. Clark. It had been weeks since she had last seen him. Now watching him on the news a terrible homesickness hit her. The feeling swelled pushing out tears. She hiccupped. Lois. Bruce raced over to her side, and wrapped his arms around her. "Chloe what's wrong?" His eyes landed on the TV screen. Clark.

"You miss them don't you?" he asked her softly.

She nodded her face buried in his chest. "Why haven't you called them?"

"I've been so busy. So happy with you that I forgot." She admitted pulling away.

He kissed her softly. "Call her. Call Clark."

"Tomorrow, it's late." She laid back down on the bed, "Come to bed?"

He stood by the door, fingers wrapped around the doorknob. "I can't."

"Bruce?" she asked tentatively. "Something's wrong…why won't you tell me?"

He sighed, "Chloe go to sleep. I'll be back as soon as I can. There's thing's I need to check up on." She looked away from him, angry. "Then go," she said coldly. Bruce walked over to her. She tensed under his touch.

"Chloe please don't be like this" he paused "I just can't let anything happen to you. I lost you once. I can't…" he trailed off voice shaking with emotion.

She leaned into his embrace committing it to memory. "Go. Gotham's calling"

The night was cold. He wrapped his cape around him. He searched from the rooftops for a glimpse of green hair. So far Gotham had been unusually quiet. A sign that all hell would break loose…and soon. Not even petty thieves wandered the alleyways. A crunching of gravel behind him made him turn. A female figure stood before him, she was dressed in black leather from head to toe. Catwoman "Brucey Baby" she purred and slinked over to him.

His lips twitched into a frown "Selina"

His life long friend, sometimes enemy and always the biggest flirt leaned her head on his shoulder. He moved it from underneath, shaking her off. Her green eyes were wide, insulted. "My, my she is the one"

"Usually you'd melt at my touch," she laughed it rang in his ears.

"I don't have time for games tonight" he winced as the words slipped out of his mouth. His tone was sharp. Catwoman scowled. "You used to be so fun before you fell for little Miss Kansas."

"So what you knocked her up? Is it even your kid?" she asked lightly as if commenting on the weather. Focus Bruce, your not here to play games with Selina. It's the Joker you need. "Anyway how's the belly?"

He didn't answer. "I suppose you're out here looking for the Clown?" she asked taunting him with a knowing tone. Bruce grunted a reply that resembled yes. She smiled and advanced towards him again hips swaying.

"Now there's a real man. He knows how to cook up chaos. Although that little bitch of his… what's her name? Harem? Harry?" she paused tapping a nail against her lips "Ah yes. Harley"

Bruce turned violently and slammed her against the concrete wall, his fingers wrapped around her throat. She only smiled, "Glad I got your attention" He flexed his jaw. "Where is he?" Catwoman shrugged, "I don't know. The bump on the back of my head might have something to do with it" A wicked look crossed her features, "I might remember if you could jog my memory"

He tightened his hold on her windpipe. She didn't flinch. "You know I can't do that to her." He said sternly. "Can't or won't?" she challenged. He pulled her off her feet panic shimmered in her eyes. He took advantage of it and applied more pressure on her throat. She was struggling now kicking and trying to pry his hand away. "Bruce" she choked out. Her voice was raggedy. He slammed her against the wall again, this time pressing his body against hers. She could play games but he knew the rules far better. After a moment he relaxed his grip and let go. She sank to the ground until she stood kneeling in front of him. The view startled her, she wasn't used to looking up at men. Batman hauled her up by her elbows she let him.

"He's at the docks," she said meeting his eyes.

He almost smiled.

"How I'll miss our games." She murmured sadly. Before he could react she threw her arms around him and pressed her lips to his. What the hell? He pushed her off furious, "Go home Selina" It was an order not a suggestion. She hung her head down ashamed and hollow inside.

"Bruce?" she asked.

He stared at her disgusted, and with a flap of his cape he was gone and it was like the night swallowed him whole. She stood alone, her body shaking. Time to leave Gotham she thought. Now that Bruce was having a family and a wedding in the not to distant future there was nothing anchoring her to Gotham. Without his attention or nightly surprises she was free to roam the world.