Hi everyone! Just as I had promised, I decided to update this story today. I got into a lot of mess during class today and that's why I did not get to write fanfic in the morning. Plus, the Chinese people have their mid-autumn festival today. So, for you guys who are American and probably don't know what that festival is, its basically a bunch of kids playing with plastic lanterns and have some kind of reunion dinner with the whole family (I'm a Hong Konger but I don't do the reunion dinner thingy with my WHOLE family cus I doesn't like the 'a whole group of people eating with the same pair of chopsticks' thing. I only eat with my father and mother. So now, I have to eat dinner...
Hi, just finished dinner. Without further ado, let's get started...
The man in Selina's dream was no ordinary man. He had a well-built body that every man on Earth would die for. With his Caucasian features and cyan eyes, he was undeniably irresistible. Going further into his personal life, he was nothing else but perfect. Being right in Selina's dream, he should really be a very special man. No one would EVER get into the Catwoman's beauty sleeping time.
Out of his hooded cloak, the Batman sat at the panel, resting his chin in his fingers and stared at the giant CCTV screen in front of him wearily, with thick layers of grey eyebags under his now dull blue eyes. Even as Gotham's only good-looking billionaire (If you don't believe me, think of the Penguin.), he always had to attend charity balls and events in the name of Wayne Enterprises. There, he only drowned himself in champagne while pretending to be interested to all the boring stuff that other rich people say. When young ladies came by, he 'politely' agreed to dance with them. Within 5 minutes, Bruce was already the star of the party. Usually, he would leave in the middle of the part, saying that he had important business to attend to and that was what he told Veronica Vreeland every time. Looking into Selina's eyes, he could see her passion and desire. Looking into Catwoman's eyes, he could see her seductive side and her rage. Those eyes... Finally snapping out of his trance, he jumped into the Batcave and drove out into the night, driving out of Selina's dream.
The next morning, Selina woke up groggily, tangling herself up in the silk blankets, rolling onto the ground. Rubbing the back of her head, she heard Barbara yelling "DIBS on the cookies!". Selina laughed and thought. Alfred Pennyworth was always full of surprises. Who knew he could bake heavenly cookies and do somersaults? Also, his accent was to prove that he was an English folk...
Sitting at the breakfast table, Selina watched as Barbara and Dick fighting over the last piece of cookie. "Hey, Boy Blunder, ever heard of letting ladies go first?" "Hey bookworm, at least I fought better than you last night!" Ignoring their arguments, Selina took the last piece of cookie and split it in half. "Here, to two perfectly naïve kids," Selina said as she flowed her words with pure sarcasm.
Sorry for not updating for so long! I HATE HOMEWORK! boo-hoo poor me