Batman: Bruce Wayne

As I approached the door, I silently but nervously tapped my hand over and over on my thigh. That way, all my nervousness was released onto my thigh and not show up on my face. My hand knocked on the large white doors. I waited patiently, putting on my poker face. Hopefully at this party I'll be able to prove to Angelica that I'm boring and she'll leave me alone. I already have too much to deal with.

Sure enough, she opened. She smiled. Greeted me with open arms.

"It's about time you came. I hope you know the party didn't wait for you...but it did just begin," she cooed, linking her arm with me and walking me inside. I didn't push her away, but I didn't show her any interest either. But my non-struggling attitude seemed to satisfy her anyway.

"Hey guys, Bruce came," she told some of her friends. She turned to me and smiled. "I'd like you to meet some of my friends," she introduced, and she rambled on about each of their names, none of which I took to mind to remember. My eyes slowly wander off toward a certain someone of interest.

She had a black leather jacket with a tight white tank under it, showing off her belly piercing, which...according to my observations, looked fake. Her jeans were black, tight, and skinny, a perfect combination on a body like hers. She had on black combat boots along with a black fingerless glove on her right hand, along with a bunch of bracelets on her left. She had long black hair that went to the small of her back, all smooth and jet black, swaying when she shook or nodded or even laughed, using her head. Her eyes were a gorgeous emerald color, shining like gems, even under the dark disco light. She seemed petite, but unbreakable. Glass-like, but plaxi version. Delicate in a way, like high heels, but able to do so much.

She turned, gave me eye contact quickly, smirked, and looked away back to the person she was talking with.

I blinked, letting the best of my feelings get to me. I knew she was different. She reminded me of someone.

The girl smiled to the person, whispered something in his ear, and walked away upstairs. I looked around to see if anybody was watching me. When I was sure no one was, I followed her up the stairs, not caring that this looked very much stalk-ish.

She knew I was following her, but didn't pay no mind. She just walked to the bathroom. I walked in with her and shut the door, locking it. She turned to me with a playful smile. I just blinked.

"I know it's you...Selena," I said.

"But you followed, didn't you?" she asked, blinking slowly.

"..."

She smirked and walked towards me. "Okay, I admit. I like you a little. But don't get such a big-head. Because I know you like me too."

And I didn't argue. Instead, she took me into her arms, wrapping them around my neck, and pushed herself closer towards me. "I'll let you do anything you want to do right now."

I hesitated, and then lightly pushed her away. "No," I mumbled.

She looked a little disappointed, but quickly hid it away with a slick smirk. "You're not like most guys. Most guys would use the chance I give them to do me when it's offered. But you? You keep your regular grounds, as always."

I looked to the side, not being able to give her eye contact. If I did, my eyes might have revealed what I didn't want.

She stopped smirking and genuinely smiled instead, looking all sweet and innocent. "So...let me do the honors."

I turn to her in confusion and was answered with a kiss, a passionate one. Eventually, I closed my eyes, not bothering to fight it. Her lips were in fact, as they looked like, smooth and soft. She would teasingly pull back away from me a little, but I would chase her back with my mouth, and continue. My mouth was the question. Her tongue answered. She was everything I thought she was, all revealed in that kiss.

That instant, I knew I was in love with her.

Not bothering to fight it, I let her caress my cheek, exchanging it with putting my hands on her waist, pulling her even closer to me. She parted away again, looking me in the eyes. "You...?" she asked, the corners of her lips showcasing a miniature smile of happiness, but the rest of her lips overlapped the expression, along with the rest of her face.

I looked down, backing away from her as much as possible until I hit the back of the bathroom door. "I...I'm sorry."

She gave me a confused look. "For what? We enjoyed it...the both of us-"

"But it'll never work out. Sorry for leading you on." I had showed too much. I had let myself go. I let my emotions get the best of me, and now it seems like I've just led her on for her body. Even though I knew it was giving the wrong impression, her safety was currently more important to me. And so, I put on my same poker face and opened the bathroom door, exiting the whole scene, and soon after...the party. No notice given.

The way it needed to be.

Catwoman: Selena Kyle

"I can't believe that son-of-a-mother-fucker! Who in the right mind would do that to you?" Gwen asked me at lunch.

I continued to stare at my food tray. "I know. I actually thought he was different, that this was it. And then...he leads me on. Just like always. He didn't even give me a look of an apologetic person. He just gave me a nonchalant look and left the whole damn thing. I didn't see him for the rest of the night."

"Well damn," Gwen stated bluntly.

"Well damn," I repeated, fully agreeing with her. I thought he was better than that. I thought...forget thoughts. Thoughts only fog up the mind with useless crap. You never think. Only do. And for thinking, the biggest mistake I've done lately, I get this in return for my punishment. Way to go, Queen Bitch in the Sky.

"If it makes you feel any better-"

As if on cue, Bruce strolls in the lunch room, taking a quick scope of the room, skipping over me as he walked forward, and cut across to a short cut to the library. I widened my eyes in disbelief. How could he even...he dares...after all that happened last night? In fact, now that I think of it...he never did reply back how he liked me back. He probably didn't.

"...it'll never work out. Sorry for leading you on."

I balled up my hands into fists. When you fuck up yor mom's favorite kitchen, does saying sorry clean up the mess?

"The nerve of some people," Gwen muttered, shaking her head. though I didn't tell her some parts, she knew enough to know that Bruce was wrong. And wrong he was.

I'm not just going to sit here and take this. So I got up, and started to walk away.

"Where you going?" Gwen asked me.

"To fix things," I replied, entering the library, leaving her an open answer to play with to her own needs.

The library wasn't a place you would usually find me, as I wasn't much of a reader. I'm the type of person to act on instinct, impulse, adrenaline. I don't usually plan things out. Only observe, and do what my mind tells me to. The same thing I'm going to do now. When I see him, I'll most likely come up with something. I almost always do. Almost, as in...97% of the time.

After all, cats always stay on their feet, don't they?

I slowly walked by each isle of books, trying to see if Bruce was in any of them. Accidentally, I pass by the one with him in it, seeing Bruce quickly turn his head toward me out of the corner of my eye. So I stop, and back up quickly, only to find no one there. What does he think this is? Some kind of game of Hide-and-Seek?

He's fast, though. I'll give him that leverage.

After passing by all the shelves and not seeing any Bruce again, I go ahead and head for the library door, only to see a computer screen, the only computer screen on since everyone is at lunch, on. I quietly back up and walk towards the front of the computer. From my position, the back of the computer was touching my stomach as I looked down at Bruce. He had his hands over his mouth, his thumb kind of sticking out towards his cheek, while his pinky and ring finger just hanged loose. Only his index and middle fingers held his upper lip. He had a thinking kind of look.

He looked up, trying to see who it was, raising his eyebrows as if asking if I needed something, and then froze when he saw my face looking down at him. After a minute or so he sighed, removing his hand from his face and folding his lips on top of each other, hiding in his face. He turned off the computer screen, purposely not giving me any eye contact, no conversation. As if he was looking through me, didn't see me standing there. As if I didn't exist.

I cleared my throat and pursed my lips.

He sighed and continued to watch the computer shut down, not giving me contact. "Yes?" he asked slowly.

My eyebrows furrowed in anger. "Are you kidding me?"

He ignored me.

"Hey, I'm talking to you!" I shouted, hitting him on the shoulder. Luckily, no library clerk was here to tell me to shut up. Bruce raised an eyebrow. "Is there something you wanna tell me? Because you've been acting like a bitch ever since last night! And frankly, I'm not liking the bitchiness!"

This time, he looked up at me, but his face didn't change.

I laughed dryly. "I like how you act like this doesn't touch you at all. My words are meaningless. If you think you can just toy with my emotions and then walk away, you're wrong! And I also hope you know that I REFUSE to take your ignorance any longer now that-"

"I like you."

"You've been- wait." I stopped. "What?"

He sighed and got up, towering over me by inches. "I like you. Hence, that's why I'm ignoring you. So you can hopefully get over me and move on. Because I like you. You gonna stop, now?"

I blinked. "You..."

"Yeah."

"Stop saying that just so I can shut up-"

"If I wanted you to shut up...I would've told you a lot sooner."

I stopped and gave him a slightly confused look, my face telling him to explain.

"Look, I know I've, well, seems like I've been bitchy and tried to lead you on, but it's not like that. Truly, I liked you and I let my emotions get the best of me and I ended up getting carried away, hence the kiss. But...now I remembered. Trust me, you'll never want a guy like me in your life. There's a lot more going on than you'll want to affiliate yourself with. And regardless, I'm not going to let you get involved with my life. So, I'm going to keep my distance now." He started to turn around.

I took his hand and stopped him. "W-wait," I stuttered, feeling slightly embarrassed and rude that I went off on him like that.

He didn't turn around, but he did stop and slightly turn his head to the side, showing the side of his face to me.

"I...I'm sorry. I didn't know."

He turned his head back around, but didn't move.

"But just because there's stuff going on in your life doesn't mean you have to rule me out of it! I'm capable of understanding-"

"No you can't," he said harshly.

I flinched. "You don't know half of the stuff that goes on in mine. So if you think you got it hard, then take a good look at my ass and maybe you'll get the picture."

I noticed his shoulders droop a little lower. "I'm sorry."

I stepped in front of him, noticing how his eyes showcased his sadness, and that even though he desperately tried to cover it...it didn't work. "Please...give me a chance. It can work. I know I sounds desperate, but...that's because I am. You make me feel different inside. Like...I'm worth something. Don't let that feeling go away."

In his eyes it showed want. Need. Like he wanted to hold me and never let me go. But his mouth said another.

"I'm sorry. But I can't." And he stepped to the side of me and left for his next class. I sighed and looked down, closing my eyes and letting the tear fall down my eye. I guess I wasn't as capable of understanding as I thought I was.

I guess...I wasn't ready.