Elsewhere

Deadshot walked in, pissed off and ready to hit something, and took a seat, spitting at the floor in anger. "I found her. And I found him, too. Of all fucking people...why'd she have to go and go off with a bitch like that, eh? Pisses me off."

"Relax, relax, your helmet might explode," Poison Ivy scoffed.

"Don't be mad, just change the pad!" Harley Quinn retorted. Deadshot groaned.

"People, puh-lease! Why don't you all just SHUT UP!...and start making sense, will ya? Now, back to talking about getting rid of the Bat, and her trusted sidekick, hoo hoo!" the Joker laughed. He tapped his fingers against each other and paced the room, thinking of a plan.

"Why don't we just kill them both?" the guy asked, sighing.

"Quiet, Deadshot! No one asked you, did they?" Ivy shouted.

"It's okay, Ivy. He has a point. But he's also...WRONG!" the Joker shouted, and with that he slammed the head of an MK-14 rifle at the back of Deadshot's head. Luckily, Deadshot had his helmet on, so it didn't kill him. However, it did rattle his skull a little more than wanted.

"What the hell?" he yowled in pain, clutching the back of his head.

"No more stupid remarks," Harley informed.

"Don't you understand? It's the Cat we want! I've heard that she's now dating the Bat. If we can just get under her skin, get her pissed off to the point where she wants to reveal all of the Bat's secrets...then she might tell us just who Batman really is," Joker explained.

Ivy moaned. "But that's so boring! Can't we make it a bit more, I don't know...exciting?"

"That's the thing. I need all of your help to pull this plan off. You'll find it very exciting indeed!" Joker laughed.

Harley sighed in awe. "Don't you just love that man?"

Poison Ivy rolled her eyes. "I digress."

"And you better hope you do, because the plan starts ASAP!" Harley Quinn revealed.

"What do you mean, 'ASAP'?" Deadshot asked.

"I mean...now."

Batman: Bruce Wayne

"So this is my home," I said, opening the door for Selina. As most people do, she gasped in awe at the size and look of my house. "Yeah, I know, it's big. My parents were rich, and...before they died they left me some inheritance and a nice home planted everywhere around the U.S.," I explained.

"So much inheritance that it can allow Bruce for early retirement," Alfred said. Selina gasped again and turned towards the new sound. "My name is Alfred Pennyworth. I am Bruce Wayne's butler. I take it you are Mr. Wayne's guest?" he asked.

Selina blinked over and over, not knowing what to say. "Yeah, she is," I answered for her. "She's staying for the night."

"Lola went out somewhere. She usually doesn't come back until the afternoon the next day, so Bruce figured I should just stay...here..." Selina explained, feeling the need to. I took her hand and squeezed it lightly. We've been dating for about three months now(but it felt like three years), and she's never seen my house yet. Since I've seen hers countless times before, I thought tonight could be a chance to show her around. And I'll also be a gentleman and give her a seperate room to sleep in...if she wants to.

Alfred nodded.

"Um...do you happen to know where the bathroom is?" Selina asked, making a sheepish look with her face.

I laughed. "Upstairs, third door to the right."

"Thanks. I'll be back in a few minutes." And she ran upstairs, as if she was used to coming here. That was one good thing about her. She was adaptable. Problem arose? She's find her way through. Need a solution to an issue? She'll come up with one in about two minutes. And a good one too.

I sighed and took a seat on the couch, turning on the TV.

"Mr. Wayne," Alfred called. I turned my head to him and watched his dust off some lamps.

"Yeah?" I answered.

He simply closed his eyes and continued to dust the lamps. "Are you sure of what you're doing here?"

I sighed. "I'm positive."

"But the last incident-"

"The last incident was the past!" I replied quickly, not wanting to recall bad memories. "This...this is the present. I need to move on, Alfred. It's only healthy for me as a teenager to do so. Besides, this girl's different. She understands me. She knows who I truly am."

"Another one knows your true identity?"

"Alfred..."

"Never mind, Mr. Wayne. But I do ask you be cautious around people you associate with. You never know who they truly are under the mask."

"What are you talking about?"

Selina came downstairs, smiling. "Okay, I'm finished."

"Would you like a beverage, Ms..." Alfred started.

"Selina Kyle."

"Ms. Kyle?" he asked.

She shook her head. "I'm fine, thanks."

Alfred nodded, and left the room, as if the conversation we were having never happened. And he left my question unanswered.

Selina sat herself next to me, snuggling under my arm and watching TV. "So...you're rich, huh."

"Sel..."

"I'm just kidding," she laughed. Her laugh always made my heart leap.

"Right," I said. "I knew that."

~~~~BM~~~~

Elsewhere

"You'd think she'd show up by now," Ivy muttered, becoming annoyed.

"Ssh! She's coming!" Deadshot announced. Everyone hushed up and watched Angelica enter her room. She closed the door and started to remove her clothes, getting ready to take a shower. Deadshot raised his eyebrows. "Well what do you know...I get a show too."

"Nasty perv," Ivy groaned. She slapped Deadshot's arm.

Angelica hummed and took off her underwear and headed for the bathroom, her back facing the window.

"Now's our cue," Ivy mumbled.

Harley squealed. "Yes! I've been waiting for this!" And she ran up to the window and smashed her hammer against the glass. The window shattered into a million pieces as the three of them stepped inside. Angelica quickly spun around and gasped. She was about to scream, but Ivy had wrapped her body and mouth around with plant vines.

Harley laughed. "Hey, Ang!" she greeted, as if they were best friends.

"Sorry for the rude awakening, but we need to borrow your body for a while," Poison Ivy informed bluntly.

"If you stay still, this'll still hurt a lot," Deadshot stated, and he held his gun up to Angelica's face...and pulled the trigger.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

My eyes started to droop slowly as the room started to get darker while the TV's glow became more noticable. Soon, I felt myself being carried off the couch. I opened my eyes and saw myself in Bruce's arms, being carried upstairs. I blinked. "Wha...what are you doing?"

"Taking you to your room," Bruce answered lightly.

"To our room," I replied sternly. I felt myself waking up a little more.

Bruce stopped in front of a door and opened it. "No. Your room. If you're scared of the dark, I'll turn on the lamp for you."

I held Bruce's cheek in my hand. "That's not it at all, B."

He looked down at me, blinking slowly. "I don't...I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't be hurting me," I assured as he laid me down on a large, King-sized bed in a large, king-royal room. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer to me. My head laid on the soft pillows as I gazed at him on top of me. "Please...stay."

"But...don't you want to lose your virginity to someone else?" he mumbled, looking away at a distance, his eyes empty with emotion for the first time.

I turned his face toward me. "No one better."

And he kissed me. It started out slow, and unsure, but it soon heated up very quickly. We ended up touching and feeling in places we've never been touched before. Soon enough, Bruce found his hands lifting up my shirt slowly, and I found myself unzipping his pants. I pushed my body against him closer and we undressed ourselves, our endorphins happiyl flowing through our bodies. Bruce no longer held back. He started to run his hands down my waist and up through my cleavage crack.

I slipped my hands in his pants and felt around for what I was looking for while we kissed. I groped it lightly and played with the tip, teasing it. Bruce moaned and his face became contorted. I looked at him, confused. But soon enough, he pulled out his dick and started to stick it in.

The rest was foggy but pure...pleasure.