Batman: Bruce Wayne
"Are you sure you don't need a ride to your high school, Mr. Wayne?" my butler asked once again.
"Once again I'm fine, Alfred. Limos will only bring attention and the last thing I need is people staring at me. But thanks though."
"Just making sure."
"I like walking, anyway," I told him. Which wasn't a lie. Walking helped me stay in shape. Helps me prepare for the real thing at night.
Last night I slept like a log. I was up at early hours and caught a thief dressed up in some cat gear and a bag full of thousands of dollars. The reaction the man got when I brought him back his cash...it's worth going to bed only at 3 AM in the morning on a school night.
School isn't even necessary for me, you could say. I'm already rich.
Walking to school was a breeze. Took about only 15 minutes.
"You...you DICK!"
That line has been stuck in my head all night, repeating over and over. Why I don't know. I've been called much MUCH worse by Bane and such, but or some reason those words from that girl clung to me. Though I just didn't. Know. Why.
Maybe dick is a touchy word for me?
When I arrived at school, immediately a girl with blonde hair approached me. She smiled slyly and handed me a piece of pink paper. "I'm having a party this weekend. Heard you're the new kid. Figured I could welcome you in to the community, you know? If you up for it, you can come. I think you should. It'll be a new...experience," she said.
The girl DEFINITELY wasn't ugly by the least, but...something seemed edgy.
But what the heck. Alphonse keeps reminding me to be a kid. I won't get to be one again when I grow older, so...might as well use my youth.
"Uh, sure. What time?" I asked.
She smiled. "This Friday at 9." She started to walk forward but stopped next to my ear. She pulled me down toward her and whispered, "Be warned. The drinks will be wide open. No supervision there. Wild and crazy it is." And she sashayed away.
I looked back at her and noticed the pattern her hips followed when she walked. One step, hip sways left, another step, hip sways right, and so forth...
But the girl catches my eye. The same girl that did yesterday.
She had black spiky hair and bright green eyes, inviting people, no, daring people to come inside and have a look for themselves. See the secrets she dares to keep. See if you have the willpower to reveal them to yourself.
Her high cheekbones accentuated her facial shape, which was oval-like and narrow, but sexy and smooth. Her thin, small hands seemed capable of so much as they opened her locker and reached for her books. When she finished and closed it, she started to walk away gracefully, as if almost like...a cat.
She stopped and looked back at me, smirked, and started to walk away again.
She was beautiful. Mysterious. Dangerous. All in one. I had to get to know her. I needed to.
But...I knew I couldn't. I remember the last time I got myself too attached to a girl before...
"And your little girl-ey Barbara, what is she again? Oh yeah, Batgirl! That's her name, right B-Man? Well have I got some news for you! Mr. J, my hubby-wubby, just shot her!"
"You're lying...he couldn't..." I started.
"Oh but I did!" the Joker exclaimed, holding Barbara in his arms. Bruce gasped and ran toward her. "Ah ah AH! This is your special prize! Here, you can have her. She's a bit on the heavy side if you ask me!" And with that, the Joker threw her toward Bruce.
Batman caught the limp body into his arms, trying hard not to burst into tears.
"Maybe next time, you'll learn not to get your little girlfriends to meddle in our affairs, Hot shot," the Joker retorted, and walked away, Harley Quinn quickly trying to catch up.
'See ya later, B-Man!" Harley exclaimed, doing a couple of backflips and cartwheels as her big exit.
They both left Bruce to weep in sorrow of the loss of his lover.
I winced at the harsh memory. That was the reason I left that area in the first place. To get over her. Start over. So then...why is it coming back again?
But anyway, point is...I can't get to close to anyone. Never. That will only set myself up to more heartache than I can take, and death for any person who dares to meddle with me.
That's the reason why I tend to push people out of my life. Someone tries to talk to me, become friend potential? Show that you're not interested and move on. I've mastered the move of keeping an unregistered, facial expression and a monotonous voice to keep people away from me. Give them the idea I'm "boring" or "loner-like".
I step into Mrs. Anderson's class and make my way all the way to the back, where no one pays attention to me, pull out my notebook, and make like I'm busy. People start to load in slowly, and sure enough, no one walks up to me and tries to make conversation. No one.
Except.
Her.
Black-spiky-haired-girl comes walking up to me, closes my notebook, and puts her hand on my desk. I slowly look up and blink. She stares down at me with a smirk that could make people break necks. But I contain my emotions, and just stare back.
"Yes?" I asked.
She cuts to the chase. "You seem interesting. There's no way someone can be that blank in their minds to have no feeling whatsoever. Is there even blood circulating under your skin?"
I sighed. "I'm not really ready for relationships."
She grinned. "You sure are full of yourself. I never said I was going to ask you out. I just said you seemed interesting."
For once, someone actually was able to crack a tiny blush out of my cheeks, but they quickly faded. But she saw it. And she was satisfied. So satisfied that she wrote her number down on the front of my notebook with a Sharpie, walked back to her desk, and didn't give me eye contact or anymore conversation again for the rest of that period.
Mysterious she was.
I could already tell she wasn't like other girls here. She didn't cram her face with eye liner or eye shadow looking like a raccoon. Her eyelashes were already so long and jet black. Or lip gloss trying to imitate the latest pop diva. Her lips were naturally shiny. And her scent? All I smelled was a tiny spritz of some sweet-smelling perfume. But I bet you her natural body scent was even better.
I stared down at the number. It's not like I was going to call it, no point in trying to make such an effort that whole period studying it and trying to memorize it.
But hey. I did it anyway.
...I knew I wasn't going to call it. I knew it.
And she probably did too.
Catwoman: Selina Kyle
Something about him makes him different from the rest. Hey, you find a bunch of cute guys here in high school. But none of them like that. I found it fun. It was like a little game. I had to try and crack into his head, brush through all the dust. And once I found the gold, it showed.
It made me feel accomplished.
Sure it pissed me off a little in lunch when I sat with Gwen and overheard the little bitches talking about how they were planning to get into Bruce's pants. "Give me a few weeks, and before you know it, I'll be in his arms, locking lips all night. Just you watch," they would say.
Oh please. Can't they see he's not interested in anyone?
Well...I did get him to blush for a few seconds.
"What's wrong with you, girl? All day you've been dazing off in some little world of yours. You okay? Have you been chasing the white dragon lately?"
I widen my eyes and groan. "I will NEVER waste my precious years of skill and class on some street drugs, thank you very much for the offer. I've just been thinking, that's all."
"About what? Boys? Don't tell me..."
"Gwen...chill." Though what she was guessing was absolutely correct. I couldn't get him off my mind. Those lips of his...they looked so soft. How do I know it's not an illusion? I needed to see for myself so desperately. Needed to feel them with my own...kiss them. Let my lips invite his in...
STOP.
He's just another boy of many.
I kept telling myself that.
He's just another boy of many.
He's just another boy of many.
He's just another boy of many.
He's just not another boy of many.
He's just another boy of few.
I needed to crack into that little protective shell of his that he held to the world. As if he was a piece of coal and he didn't want anyone touching his diamonds. But that was fine. I was the miner. I'm prepared for this kind of stuff. And pretty soon, like it or not, he's going to crack...
And I'm going to get in.
Batman: Bruce Wayne
Time to check the streets. Usually down here on this side of Gotham it wasn't so bad as the inner. The inner? Locking your doors at night wasn't a safe precaution anymore. It was just something used to slow the enemy down. I'll put it to you that way.
I stroll into a night club and ignore the countless girls giving countless men lap dances, the debasing, bouncing, and loud music bursting my eardrums, the dark lighting making it hard to see clearly just who was who, which I think, was intended.
I walked over to a certain man who had a cigarette in one hand and a drink in the other. He was patiently watching as he was getting his well-earned money on his lap. I stood in front of him. He jerked his chin toward me, acknowledging my presence, "Batman. Haven't seen you in awhile. You come down here?"
"Made some changes. But I see you haven't."
He simply laughed. And not in a comical way.
"Listen, I need you to tell me the buzz of what happens down here," I asked him. They called him Bone, and I've heard he was all talk, but no spine. Then again, he didn't need one. He had plenty of men with spines to do the dirty work for him. That's half the reason why he had such a cocky attitude.
"Heard Catwoman is gonna get her hands dirty at some-"
"Catwoman?" I asked, not familiar to the title.
"Yeah. The master thief? Sneaky? You rarely catch her in her doings do to her quickness and speed along with her quiet agility. Hence the name, 'Catwoman'."
"You know where I can find her?" I asked.
"Dunno. She's usually off cracking into people's homes. She never dared crack a bank yet. Guess she's not stupid like the others. Good luck, Bat."
"I'll let you finish your business," I told Bone as I walked away and left him to his $135 lap dancing girls.
Search the streets I did, and no Catwoman did I find. Just when it went to the point where I thought Bone had tricked me, I caught a glimpse of a moving finger hooking around a streetlamp. When I looked up, no one was there.
I stayed silent and eased up into the shadows, waiting for any movement. After about 10 minutes of waiting and no action, I slowly stepped back into the streets. That's when another glimpse of movement caught my eye. I gasped and looked behind me. No one.
A woman in black shiny and tight jumpsuit, a mask with built-in cat ears, and yellow see-through glasses eased up behind me. I reached for her arm, but she slid to the front. She smiled. "You're quick."
"I should say the same," I muttered.
She slowly walked around in circles around me, staring at me, burning inside my mask. "So...you're the Batman that stole my loot."
"Not yours."
"It was mine now that I got it. That's how it works around here, don't you know?"
"Well then I should give you a subscription to the Book of Morals, Volume 1," I retorted. My voice was a bit grunted so she wouldn't recognize my true voice just in case it was someone who knew me. The woman laughed at my dry humor, smiling and showing perfect white teeth.
She licked her lips. "Morals don't count in Gotham. Not at night, at least. If you're stupid enough to move here then why would you consider morals? If you're into that kind of bull, why don't you go somewhere else, like Metropolis?"
I snorted. Even I know I'm not good enough for a high-class business town like that. I belong in the dirty slums of hell. And here is the closest thing to it on Earth. At least I think.
She noticed my self-pity, and her expression seemed to ease up a little. But her comments didn't. "Please. Go easy on yourself. Your thoughts are even hurting me inside," she said sarcastically. I groaned a little and resisted my hand's urge to punch her lip and make it shut for good.
She slowly walked up toward me, her eyes gazing into mine, though they were covered with a mask. She stroked my cheek, but I quickly grabbed her wrist and pulled it away. She laughed. "You still are the dick I recognized you for. As much as you avoid it, I can see you're falling for me."
"Stop that nonsense-"
"As crazy as it sounds, you don't see it. But I do. Usually, you would have beaten me down by now, and leave me to cough up blood on the streets. But instead, you actually took the time out of your night to converse with me. I feel so special."
"Shut up," I mumbled, having an urge to change that outcome.
She smirked. Her smirk looked so familiar. "That's fine. I think I'm starting to fall for you too. You remind me a little of somebody I know." She stroked my cheek again, but I didn't stop her. She sighed. "Don't get yourself in too deep shit. Out here can be dangerous at night. Listen to me. Do you hear what I'm saying? I should be kicking your ass right now, but instead...huh." She laughed at her own dry humor this time.
She kissed my cheek. I widened my eyes and put my hand where her lips met. But when I looked back down to where she stood...
She was gone.