A/N: Well I have one reviewer. Not bad!

Now we shall introduce another character…

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Up, up and up. Scrabble. Cling to the wall and she will never fall.

The feline form moved her way up the brick. An old building in Gotham it was, with all the brick holds, pedestals and styled arches it needed to have a burglar climb up its sides in the night and steal away the goods inside.

However, she wasn't specifically looking for jewels as her main purpose. There were other things on her mind as she clambered on a stone shelf.

With her claws extended she began to cut through the old pane of the glass, gently tossing away the large-enough hole for her to the ground way below. Like a cat, she nimbly leaped through, silently rolling to her feet, crouched for the hunt. There, on the pedestal, was the prize necklace she sought.

Spraying a fine mist, she detected the laser alarms easily. There wasn't much, as this piece of expensive adornment wasn't as well known, or even thought of for stealing. It wasn't that expensive.

As she took the necklace into a pocket, crawling on all fours to the window of escape, one would wonder, why waste your effort on such a trifle thing when there could be bigger fish to catch?

Well, it wasn't just the jewelry for this feline.

"Ah, so he came." She purred to herself. "And that Batwoman isn't with him…"

Batman's familiar form stood at the pedestal of the next smaller building. The bat ears upon the cowl stood in the light of the moon, his cloaked form tall, dark, empowering. She sensed however something wrong with him.

The jewelry wasn't that important anyways and she had no immediate need to evade Batman for capture. Her main purpose was to confront that mysterious man in 'conversation'.

Deftly she pounced and latched to the edge of the building, her claws digging into the stone work. Swinging her counterweight lower body and the tail she swung over the edge and lifted herself up, landing on her feet with the agility and strength of someone almost inhuman. Like a cat, for instance.

She stood before him, her smile turning into a frown at the sight of Batman's face. His eyes were lost, simply staring at her with an expressionless mouth. He didn't look cold and tough as he usually was, nor the sign of lust in his eyes each time she met him. Usually she would try to seduce him, sometimes escaping out of the bat cuffs or going to jail willingly, only gaining a tasty kiss, a touch of his cool armor and the feel of his muscles through the body suit. However she felt spurned when he showed obvious affection for Batwoman.

But she wasn't here which was the odd part.

"Batman, you seem a bit distracted today." Catwoman purred, adding a smile to gauge his reaction. Instead of annoyance in his cold face, he had nothing. Nothing but sadness, the taste of tear-salt upon her tongue.

Had Batman cried not long ago?

"What happened dear?" she asked. "Where's Robin? Batwoman? Batgirl, Nightwing?" He answered not.

"I almost love you like a mother now Batman. I have always stayed true. You came here not to stop me, I know this. A weary bat wouldn't think of hunting his prey down on a night he weeps."

Batman looked at her, his jaw moving slightly.

The Catwoman knew then something was horribly wrong. This was no more time to play with him. He was depressed, misery, standing before her.

"Just let me stand for a moment before you. I want to remember her." He whispered. Her heart sank at the sound of his voice. It was truly the most human moment she had ever seen in him.

"She's dead, isn't she?"

Jealousy was gone. Nothing stood between her and him. But the playfulness of toying with him and trying seduce him, frolicking as the kitten she was in the early days…no more since a few years ago. No more sense he told her he married, happily, the beautiful and agile Batwoman. No more this moment on.

He loved her. Selina then knew, at last, he loved the Batwoman more than his work, his mission, his goal, his revenge. For now he stood lost in sadness and needing, remembering.

He looked like a lost kitten needing his mother warmth.

She moved closer, letting their bodies almost touch. Her eyes filled with nurturing love, she did nothing that would insinuate a threat. She never tried to really hurt him. But she was wary about him, for she did not know how he would react when he was in mourning. The Batman is unpredictable.

"What do you want now?" She whispered.

"I don't know anymore. The need to fight and do what is right is still there. But I know dark times are ahead. The Joker's crushing me down. He took away something from me that I had made apart of me. But she's gone now; I have to deal with him as I did before."

Batman never talked so much.

"I know what you want." Selina only guessed as much that The Joker was back. No one could have done something like that without the guts of an insane psychopath thought deceased. "You want a woman with you. You need that side filled."

Batman blinked. "Yes. I want you to help me fight him. I need someone again…"

Catwoman's hands reached to his shoulders, holding him close to her. The woman felt Batman lower his defenses, trusting her and holding her fine form. The large gloved hands gripped her in a tight embrace, and if the situation wasn't so sad Catwoman would have purred at feeling Batman touch her willingly, romantically, for the first time.

But Selina was an experienced woman. A vigilante, a character in Gotham city for more than a decade. A woman thirsting for the lust of her life the mysterious Batman, a black widower bat.

He was asking for help.

"I can't replace her. I am a wild, frisky, I steal to help and live…I can only do one-night stands my love. I can ease your pain but…it is up to you to decide how that hole should be filled." She purred at his cowl where she supposed his ear was. "Will you fill it up? Or will you seal it with the thread of time and forgo it to the abyss?"

He had no response to this, except to savor the scent of his forbidden fruit, the feel of her suit and the warmth of her lips, so like Vikki's, kissing him.

It might take a few more days for him to return to his intelligent, aware self. Right now he could only think of applying some sort of makeshift bandage to his soul.

He picked up the willing woman, kissing back as he carried her down the wall to his waiting Batmobile, driving themselves to a secluded spot out in the country, where he would try to fill in the spot, while she would gain what she had always wanted.

A/N: Well, Catwoman finally has Batman…probably for the first and last time. I'll keep them as forbidden fruit in a way. And don't worry, Batman WILL get better.

Shoys.