Catwoman: Selina Kyle

He didn't show up. He didn't show up for the rest of the week at school. I guess he thought he would be in danger if he showed his face in public. But I was patient, and I waited. Day and night. All I wanted to do was talk to him. To Bruce. And I would do nothing until I achieved it.

I was so determined about this that for that whole week I didn't see Bruce, I didn't become Catwoman at night. Batman never showed up either. Never before had I seen this timid, seemingly shy state of him. I never knew he would be the kind of guy to run away in fear after being found out. And so, on Monday, the next week, hoping Bruce would come, I did what I had to do.

I brought my Catwoman mask to school, along with Batman's that I still held. He never bothered to come get it back.

I didn't want to talk to anyone but Bruce. At that point, if I talked to anyone else, I would've gone crazy and just strangle the person while screaming. So I managed to dodge anybody that came my way. I avoided everybody. I didn't mind. I had my conscience to talk to, insane as that sounded.

For the whole morning, I thought about what I would say, and nothing came out. For the first time, I couldn't come up with a plan. This guy had me tongue-tied. And as much as I hate to admit it, I couldn't wait to see those big blue eyes again. The first thing I'd do is probably jump when I see him.

And fortunately, in the middle of 5th period, he came in.

He entered as if nothing happened that night a week ago. As if he hadn't been found out and the person who knew his life-threatening secret was actually in that very room.

All I could do was blush.

Due to the fact that I was trying to avoid people, I had an empty seat next to me. The teacher had told him to sit next to me for now until he found a good partner for him our projects. Without reaction, Bruce carried his backpack(and his poker face) along with him toward my table full of test tubes and such. He didn't give me any eye contact. In fact, he gave no one eye contact. Instead, he just stared at the table desk. And as much as his face disagreed, his eyes told everyone that he currently had a lot going on that he needed to think about.

Without thought, I took a piece of paper and scrawled in the worst handwriting I've done all year, hi.

I was so nervous, my pencil didn't want to stay still, so it came out all shaky. Hi almost looked like lni.

When I pushed it towards Bruce, he stared at it for a while, trying to decide if he should reply. I looked up at the teacher, half-expecting to not get a reply back, but in two minutes, he slid the paper back to me. In surprise, I looked back up at him, but he continued to stare at the desk, thinking. I looked back down at the paper.

Hey.

I smiled at his bluntness. I took my shaky hand, grabbed my pencil, and wrote back: Haven't seen you in a while. He replied back soon. Yeah. He didn't explain his yeah. It could've been, "yeah, I've been gone for a while," or, "yeah, what do you need." But I didn't bother asking him to explain it, because I knew I wouldn't get one.

You need to talk about anything? I wrote to him. He took a quick look at it, and slid it back, blank.

I bit my bottom lip. I had to come up with some way to make him open up a little around me. He always seem so self-aware of his actions and always carried himself with caution, especially around me. Why, I didn't know. But all I wanted was for him to feel comfortable around me.

Why don't we go ahead and share secrets with each other? Like mine. My father used to rape me when I was little. He's in jail now. Thank the gods.

Your mom? he replied.

Dead.

He stared at the paper for a while, and then out of nowhere, he started scribbling like crazy. It made me smile. He actually opened up a little. That little thought I mentioned to him triggered something inside him, which made him have the urge to tell me something personal to him. I made him reach out. Touch a sensitive side.

I had to witness both of my parents die when I was just eight years old. It was very difficult. Sometimes I would think about my parents, about how my life would've been so different if they were still around to take care me of me. But I know all of that are just unattainable dreams. Sometimes, I just wish there was someone out there other than the mirror who I can vamp my feelings to when I need it.

I chewed on my pencil, and then knew what to write.

And now you've found that someone. We need to talk. Think you can do it after school? In the courtyard?

He closed his eyes and took a second to think about what he was about to do. Then he wrote, no.

I pursed my lips. It's about something important. REAL important. And if you don't talk about it, it'll only get worse, and your fear your fearing right now will grow. I know what you're thinking, and I have the answer. But you'll only hear it if we talk.

He groaned. You can't possible know what I'm thinking. Whatever you think it is, it's WRONG.

I turned to him and leaned in real close, so that only he would hear me. "I know what your alter ego is." I leaned back away from him. He widened his eyes at the desk, and for the first time that day, he gave someone eye contact: me.

He had eyes filled with suspicion, curiosity, and fear, balled in into one. His eyebrows were knitted with anxiety and you could tell he wanted to say a lot of things but he knew he couldn't say it at the time. IU smirked and looked at the teacher, ignoring his stare. At that point, that's when I knew he wanted to talk. And the funny thing is, for the rest of that period, he continued to stare at me.

Just the way I liked it.

Batman: Bruce Wayne

As patient as I usually was, all my impatience was beginning to show. I tapped my foot anxiously while flaring my nose a little. It's been 15 minutes I've been waiting and she hasn't appeared since. I groaned, gnawing on my bottom lip.

I've never been so nervous ever since Barbara's death. I knew after this little "talk" I'd never be the same. And my assumption was quite right.

Selina sashays up to me with a genuine smile on her face, making her beauty light up. If I wasn't good at hiding my emotions, I would've jumped on her and touched her cheek, let her know how much I really did care for her. Make her feel special.

But instead, as much as I hated it, I stood there and attained instant monotone.

She looked around, and then looked at me. "You came."

"Why wouldn't I. You know something you shouldn't. Please spill," I answered, being sure to include no expression in my voice or face. Don't give her any ideas.

"And if I don't? You don't seem so anxious to know," she teased.

I groaned.

She laughed. "You left this. I think you might've dropped it?" She held out my mask for my Batman costume. Her face went serious. I widened my eyes and held out my hand, but then quickly put it down. She turned her back to me. "I thought you might want it back."

"How...how do you know? How did you even find this?" he asked very quietly and calmly. He raised an eyebrow in question.

I gulped. Here I go. "You should probably know something about me. Once you know this, you might not even talk to me anymore. You may hate me. You might even try to kill me. But I'm not going to stop you. I love you too much to stop you. And no matter who you truly are, I always will keep on loving you." She turned to me. "I'm not who you think I am. I'm actually..." She held out the same mask that Catwoman wore. "I'm...Catwoman."

Batman: Bruce Wayne

I widened my eyes and stared at her. Tears started to well up in her eyes. "That night we fought...you ran away to fast. I had no time to express myself, tell you who I was. I was in so much shock. But now you know. And now you want to beat me senseless, just like him. I was always the failure. Just when something right comes in my life, fate makes it seem like it'll never work out." Tears poured down her face as she ran toward me and buried her face in my chest. I stood there, trying to figure out what to do.

"I'm sorry. For everything. Now your hatred has grown. I knew this would happen, but I just thought you should know. You had the right to know."

I sighed, and wrapped my arms around her, running my hand up and down through her hair in comfort. She sniffed and looked up at me in confusion. I lightly smiled and looked down at her. She scrunched up her eyebrows. "What...why aren't you mad?"

"Why do I need to?"

She backed up and stared at me.

"You didn't tell anybody about it. You kept it to yourself and you waited for me to come so you could tell me. And you didn't hide the fact for selfish reasons or use it as a weapon against me later on. You simply just told me the truth. And I'm grateful for that. In a way, I'm actually happy that it was you who found out and not anyone else."

She shook her head. "But, I'm a villain. You're a hero. You're a bat and I'm a cat. We're destined to never get along. You said it yourself the other day. It'll never work out."

I walked toward her, smiling. "The truth is, I'm actually in love. In love with you. I've been in love with you since I first saw you. And...I hid my feelings from you because I didn't want you to get hurt. That's what happened in the past, and...I didn't want it to happen again."

"Past?"

"I use to be in love with a girl. Her name was Barbara. She was beautiful. I thought I would be with her forever. She completed me. Made me worth something. But soon she affiliated herself with my other self, Batman. It got us in some trouble with other people. And soon enough...she died. And it was all my fault. I let her get involved in my matters, and in turn it took off in the wrong direction. Everyday I have to get up knowing the fact that she's gone. I'll never see her again."

Selina looked down. "I'm...I'm so sorry."

I smiled. "But I learned. She's a part of me now and made me today. So I'll use those memories to make new ones. Like me and you." I took her hand. She smiled, and that direct smile lit up my face. I went ahead and showcased how my true smile looks like, the one with the teeth and the happiness in the eyes included.

She gleamed with joy.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

I arrived to school the next day with a huge love-struck, dumb smile on my face. I was so blindly happy that I got lost trying to find my locker twice. I felt high, almost. If this was how it felt, then hell, I might as well start taking pot for the rest of my life.

But I won't. I don't think Bruce would like that. I'm a new person now, just for him.

Except for the Catwoman part. I REFUSE to let that part of me go.

I started to open my locker, only to get acquainted by Gwen. "Somebody seems happy," Gwen observed. "What's up with you?" she said as she leaned on some other kid's locker. I just sighed and smiled, picking up my books for math class. I turned to Gwen. "Only the greatest thing has happened to me, Gwen! Just guess."

"You got an A on that science test."

"No. But I got a B, just so you know."

"No detention from your 4th period?"

"No, sadly."

"Then what?"

"Ooh, if it isn't Miss Attitude and Whore. Wow, you guys seem excited?"

"Who you calling attitude?" Gwen shouted, grimacing at the sight of Angelica.

I groaned. "What do you want?" I spat.

"Nothing, just overhearing. So, you still jealous about my party and Bruce Wayne being there?" she asked, smirking.

"Oh, excuse me, Angelica," Bruce said as she eased past her, and towards me. He stuck himself between us, his back towards Angelica, and smiled. "So, I was thinking we should go somewhere tonight, just the two of us, unless you have any plans. What do you say?" he asked, a cute boyish smirk appearing on his face.

I smiled. "I don't know. I'll have to check my schedule," I replied coyly.

"Great. Lemme knwo when you do." And with that he kissed my cheek, winked, and walked away. My cheeks tinted slightly pink as I bit my bottom lip, wondering how someone like me could possibly get someone like him. It was a miracle. A dream. God's act of mercy. An angel showing me the true way to life. I loved this feeling. And I especially loved the face that Angelica gave me as I walked away with Gwen, leaving her with her mouth hanging open and flies to catch inside it. Let her think about it.

When were a safe distance away from Angelica, Gwen immediately started questioning me about him, curious and happy.

"When did this little shinanigan start up between you two, huh?" she cooed. "I wanna know the details, and lots of them."

"Let's just say...I told him a secret of mine, he related to what I was going through, and then he asked me out."

"Simple as that? Oh, man would I love to be in your shoes! That hunk of loveliness, just waiting to be opened by your demise..."

"Yeah, I know..." I agreed.

"So you gonna take his offer? Date tonight?" Gwen asked, her eyes hopeful for a certain answer.

"...yes."

"WHOO!" she screamed in joy. "Tomorrow, you have to tell me everything. I mean, everything, that happens during that date, alright?" she asked. I nodded and smiled. "'Kay then. Gotta get to class. See ya, Sel." And she walked off, the smile never leaving her face.

I knew she cared for me, and I felt the same way for her. But I just felt like our friendship wasn't close enough for me to reveal what truly went down while Bruce asked me out. That would mean telling her I'm Catwoman. And that would pose a risk if she happened to slip that secret to the wrong person. And now that Bruce knwos too, it could pose a risk to him as well. So therefore, I'll refrain from telling Gwen the complete truth for now, and hopefully I'll muster up enough trust to tell her later.

Besides, it's not like I lied to her. I simply told her the blunt truth of my perspective.

~~~~CW~~~~

In class, I simply could not focus. Instead, I kept drawing all the things that could happen tonight on my date with my new boyfriend. I glanced back at Bruce, who winked at me and lightly smiled. I quietly giggled, waved at him, and then turned back to my desk. Let's face it, I was lovestruck. I was probably the most girly girl in that classroom for that whole day. Somethign about Bruce made me feel special. Cliche, I know. But it was true. He made me feel like I was on Cloud 9, no...Cloud Heaven.

Hopefully, nothing will swoop that feeling away from me.

I decided to skip the bus and walk home today, since I was in such a good mood. I breezed through the front door and sighed happily. "Hello, all the inhabited! I have arrived at my destination!" Lola turned away from the TV screen and looked at me with a suspicious face.

"What's up with you? Someone stuck some crack up your ass?" Lola retorted playfully.

"Not quite, but almost the same feeling. I'm in love, L! I'm in love! And I have my first date with him tonight! We're supposed to meet up at Brinnway Park at 8. Aren't you happy for me?"

"Of course I'm happy! I was beginning to think you were a lesbian, considering the fact that you haven't dated anybody for a while," she replied bluntly, and took a swig of her beer. I shook my head in annoyance, but I took it lightly. I knew she was just playing, and inside she was truly happy for me. That's just how she was.

"Need help with your outfit?" she offered. I shook my head and ran upstairs, closing the door and started removing my clothes to get ready.

"Twinkle doo, Mr. Bat, Guess who's found your favorite cat..." a man whispered from outside. And the man walked away, laughing.

Batman: Bruce Wayne

She showed up three minutes early to our date. That was fine though. I showed up fifteen minutes early. Eagerness was not her problem. But really it wasn't because I was eager. I just wanted everything to go...right. And so, I sat on this bench and waited for fifteen minutes, well...twelve minutes. As the last three were accompanied by my date herself.

She plotted herself right next to me.

Immediately, she took the bold step and held my hand as a greeting. I turned to her and raised an eyebrow, smirking. "I see you arrived."

She snuggled against my arm. "You don't know how happy I am, B," she numbled, closing her eyes and smiling.

"B?"

"For Batman. And Bruce. It'll catch on."

I looked down and sighed. She gave me a questioning look. "Is there...a problem?"

"No, it's just...that's what Barbara used to call me," I answered quietly, still looking down.

She gasped and quickly removed her hand. "I'm so sorry! I didn't realize...I should've known...I mean, maybe I'm going too fast...oh! I'm sorry, Bruce," she replied, closing her eyes again and looking at her hands sadly. I shook my head and laughed, taking her hand again.

"It's fine. It just brings memories, that's all."

And truly it did. I never said remembering Barbara was a bad thing. She's a good memory. In fact, I think about her all the time. But I have to move on. I told myself I was ready for a new relationship to sprout. That means I've got to open up. Get rid of the old memories and replace with new, probably better ones. Selina makes me happy. She's amazing. She's different. And she can also become insecure when someone she likes tells her something personal. Which made me happy, in a way. That meant she liked me.

I took her chin and turned her face to me gently. Her breath stopped as she exhaled.

"Selina, I know this is might be too fast for you, but...I want you to know how I feel."

She continued to stare at me. I couldn't quite tell what she was thinking, but hopefully she could tell mine.

"I...I love you."

"I love you too, Bruce," she mumbled.

"Just call me B," I reassured her. Her cheeks started to blush as she quickly looked down and lightly pushed me away playfully.

"You don't have to...Bruce." She hesitated.

"I don't want you to feel insecure in our relationship. I want us to be open. Don't let that whole Barbara thing get you down. That...that's my problem. I can handle it. Really. Don't worry about. All I want you to do is to focus on how much I love you." I brushed my hand against her cheek lightly and held it there.

She gulped. "But that's the thing, though. If I'm going to date you, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable around me jsut so you can make me happy. I want to help you too. If calling you B brings up bad things, then so be it. I won't call you it, no biggy."

"If I can say Barbara's name with ease...then that means I got over it awhile ago. I never said the memories don't haunt me sometimes! But I'm just saying that I've learned how to move on with someone important to me. Someone amazing, who's right in front of me."

The sides of her full, pink lips started to curve upwards. "You're amazing."

And with that, we started to lean close to each other, and soon...we were kissing.

This kiss wasn't like the kiss at the party. It wach much, much better. It was more passionate. No one was around us. No bass blasting behind a bathroom door. It was just a beautiful girl who I loved a lot. And this time, I didn't have to hide how I felt. At the party I had to retain my emotions during the kiss. But this time, I can let it out.

I ran my hand through her soft, short, black hair and stopped at her cheek. Suddenly, she stuck her tongue inside my mouth, and I didn't stop her. It was warm and sweet. Her lips were soft and delicate, liek they could be broken. But her tongue was the complete opposite.

She suddenly broke it off and stood up. "I'm sorry. That was too quick and sudden. I'm probably moving too fast for you, aren't I."

"No, not at all."

She giggled, and it was the sweetest sound anyone could hear. It made me want to kiss her more. And so, I took her hand, pulled her closer, and started to kiss her again. She wrapped her hands around my neck. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her as close as possible to me. She moaned and caressed my cheek. Her tongue made its way inside again, and soon her hands were going down my chest. She smiled in her kiss and took my hand. She put it on her butt, and started feeling through my hair. I pulled on the bottom of her lip with my teeth lightly, teasing her to open wider. And she did. Our tongues entered inside each other's mouths again, over and over. I could never get tired of this feeling. I was itching to touch her body even more, get closer to her mentally and physically, but that would be too far for a first date. This is already too far.

And so I stopped.

She gazed in my eyes, both of us breathing hard. "That was..."

"Amazing. We should do that again sometime." She laughed, and continued to hold her close to me, my hands on her waist. She wrapped her hands around my neck and smiled playfully.

"Then why'd you stop?"

"Because I know I won't stop if I kept going. I have to hold myself down or I'll fidn myself going too far." I traced shapes around her lips. She looked down, blushing and smiling. "C'mon," I offered. "Lemme walk you home."

And so I did, and the whole we were just quiet, holding each other's hand and taking in the view. But that's all we needed to do. Because we knew just being with each other made us happy. Just holding hands makes me skip heartbeats inside. We arrived at her house too soon. It meant the date was over.

I guess my sadnes showed in my face, because she laughed and came to hug me. "I had fun. I can't wait for our next date." She gave my lips a quick peck and made her way to the front door, her hand slowly spreading farther and farther away from me. "See you tomorrow...B." I grinned and she smiled. Soon, she stepped inside, and closed the door.

I sighed, and started to make my way back to my house. My life couldn't have gotten any better.