Part IV

Diana hadn't made it far from her confrontation with Batman when she had to lower herself to a nearby buildings roof. Their emotions had finally been shared. Everything was out in the open, but now it seemed as if the realization of her desires was farther away than ever before. As she stood there standing with her back to the wind whipping around her, she felt the first of many tears slide down her face. He knew exactly how she felt now, yet she knew that she would most likely never know exactly how he felt. Maybe if he was hogtied with her lasso, but even then it was iffy.

"Stubborn man", she muttered as the tears now fell freely.

"I know what you mean, princess", a voice purred from behind her.

Diana wheeled around with a start as a lithe figure stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"He is a very stubborn man, our Bruce", the woman said as she made a lung for Diana's face.

Diana had barely enough time to react as the woman continued her onslaught of kicks and scratches. She deflected one swipe at her face, by leaning back away from her, only to allow the woman to go low and sweep her feet in one fluid motion. Diana stumbled slightly and lashed out against the smaller woman with her left arm. It barely grazed her, but the woman was thrown halfway across the large rooftop. She attributed the fact she stumbled at all was because her vision was still blurred from her fallen tears. Diana could sense that the woman was already back on her feet and advancing again towards her. She swiped in vain at the tears in her eyes.

"Stop, I don't want to hurt you", she cried out.

"I'm afraid it's a little late for that, princess."

Diana continued to dry her eyes and when her vision had cleared she looked up at her assailant. It was then that she noticed the cat ears attached to the woman's mask.

"Catwoman I presume?"

The woman was smaller than her, but no less beautiful from what she could see of her face. Her costume was dark and form fitting, not unlike a certain Dark Knight's attire. Add a cape and you've got yourself a Batwoman she mused to herself. She could feel Catwoman scrutinizing her from behind her goggles.

"Don't feel embarrassed for crying over him, he's left me crying many
times."

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"Don't you, princess?" Diana was angry that Catwoman could see right through her.

"First of all don't call me princess!"

"Sorry it's a habit I picked up from him." Diana wanted to wipe the smirk off her face for her.

"Second, why do you think it could possibly be because of him?"

"Because I was watching."

"Do you always sneak around like a thief in the night?" She was secretly hoping that Catwoman would attack her again. Especially when she heard her reply.

"Only when I'm working," She smiled before continuing," or if I want to see Bruce.

Diana, like everyone else, had heard the rumors and speculation concerning Batman and Catwoman. Those rumors that she had once considered light, now took as decidedly heavier note as the woman continued to use Batman's real name with such familiarity. Curiosity got the better of her.

"Do you do that often?"

"More than he knows."

They stood there for a few moments in an awkward silence, both waiting for the other. Catwoman broke the silence.

"So he finally made a move huh?"

"Yeah, but I think impending death had a little to do with it." Diana had intended for the tone to be light, but she could see it weighed heavy on the woman in front of her.

"Something usually does have to force his hand when it comes to matters
of the heart." A half smile played on the edges of Catwoman's mouth.

" You speak as if from experience, " Diana replied.

"It's just that sometimes, with him…you can't give him a choice."

Diana, having remembered something from earlier, posed the next question.

"You said he 'finally made a move.' Did he speak to you about his feelings for me." Diana knew she misspoke when she saw the pained expression on her face before she replied.

"No, he never actually said anything. I could just tell by the way his voice changed when he talked about you. Or the fact that you're a meta and he trusts you with his life. No he never said anything, I just could tell. Call it woman's intuition."

"Why aren't you with him now? From what I know you seem to be a much better match than I."

"Namely because he can give you something he could never give me…his trust."

Diana could see the tears welling up behind Catwoman's goggles. She stepped closer to her and the agony on her face became clearer with every step forward. She was speaking so low that Diana thought that even Superman might have had trouble hearing her. Only the movement of her lips allowed her to understand what she was saying.

"I love him so much Diana, and I want to hate you for taking him away from me. I can't though because I know that you could do something for him that I could never do."

Diana was perplexed as to what she was talking about. Her confused expression must have urged Catwoman to continue.

"You can bring him a little closer to the light. Him and me we're too alike, I'd only keep him in the darkness; Catwoman then chuckled through her tears. "Looking at you two proves it. Opposites do attract."

Diana looked toward the direction she had last seen Batman and mumbled softly to herself.

"I guess they do."