Catwoman: Selina Kyle

A light tap was repeatedly hitting my shoulder. "Sel," he whispered. "I need to ask you something." I sighed and turned my body to him. His face was serious, and his eyes looked like they couldn't have looked anywhere better that would've made them as happy. He gulped. "Answer this truthfully, okay?"

"Okay," I replied.

He took my hand. "If you had the chance..." he started. He looked me in the eye with his deep blue eyes. "Would you marry me?"

"AAH!" I screamed, my eyes springing open as I sat up. I looked around. I was in my own bedroom. I was sitting up in my bed, and outside was dark. When I glanced at the clock, it was still 1:30 in the morning.

I sighed with relief. "It was a dream."

Ever since I had sex with B, I couldn't stop thinking about him. But...that question he asked me in that dream seemed so real. If he did ask me that, what would I say? I knew I wasn't ready for that kind of thing yet, but I love him a lot. And I wouldn't want to crush his heart by denying him his offer. But I know Bruce. He wouldn't make such a big jump in our relationship that soon. In fact, he's taking things slower than me.

But I couldn't hold myself back that night. It was the most amazing night in my life. His touch, his kiss...his attention all directed on me and only me. It was a drug, and I was addicted. Thinking about it made me feel like a whore, but I knew what I was feeling was true.

Without thought, I grabbed my Catwoman costume, zipped it on(halfway), and headed out the door. More like window, if you ask me.

"You headin' out?" Lola asked me, searching the fridge with a phone in her hand. Lately, her work wouldn't leave her alone, and she's been going out more often. I try to ask her sometimes what is it that's making her have no time for herself, but she always tells me the same thing.

"Don't worry about it, Sel," she would say. But of course, I would worry about it.

Sure enough, her work called her. I nodded to her, giving her a heads-up that I would be back later on in the morning. She simply nodded and turned around, talking to her boss. I sighed and jumped out, landing on my feet.

As I climbed from roof to roof, the thought of my father popped into my mind. I don't know why, seeing as I've always hated him. I made sure to forget him all these years, and then out of nowhere, he comes right back in.

Ten Years Ago...

"Daddy, please! No! Don't do this!" Selina screamed. She continued to back up into a wall and watched as her dad threw some pictures of the family on the floor. She cried as her father turned around, his eyes red from drunkenness and anger. He pointed to her.

"You," he said.

"No," Selina cried, shaking her head. She hit a corner with her back, and widened her eyes, realizing she had nowhere else to run to.

"You remind me just like your mother? You know, the selfish bitch who left us to wither and die here in this hell-hole. I've always hated her. You resemble her so much," he slurred. Selina gulped, shrinking in fear in her little corner.

"Why don't I just let my anger out on you! You can play the mother today, nasty bitch!" With that, the father struck his hand hard against her face, causing her to scream in agony. He dragged her up from the floor and threw her on the couch.

"Please! Stop!" Selina cried.

The father removed his pants and inserted his dick inside her mouth. He started to bang it hard, enjoying the sight of his ten year old daughter crying in pain. "Can't you feel it, now, honey? How much I loved you? I loved you so much...why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave us like that?"

Selina just cried and cried.

I closed my eyes and clenched my fists at the tragic and traumatic memory. Even though it was ten years ago, the pain still felt so real. Yes, he never took my virginity away, but he always made sure to do much worse. It's been seven years now since that time...that same night the neighbors heard my crying, and they had called the cops. Sent him to jail. I hope he never gets back out.

I continued to just sit there on the rooftop ledge, reminiscing on family memories. How my mother had always neglected me. Or how my father would physically abuse me everyday to let his drinking anger out. After my mom got fed up with both of us, she finally left.

Hard life causes for difficult judgement of right and wrong. I see where I get it from.

~~~~CW~~~~

Elsewhere

"There! Now's our chance!" Harley whispered to Deadshot. Deadshot groaned. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

"Please. Can you talk louder? I think Mars didn't quite hear you correctly," Ivy said sarcastically. Harley started to pout and shriveled up in her own little space of her own to show her mental pain. Ivy rolled her eyes. "You got her locked on, Dead?"

"Why wouldn't I? Just who exactly do you take me for, anyway?"

"A kid in a mask who can operate a gun a little better than I can," Ivy answered. Deadshot shot her a look.

"So uh...how are we gonna follow this Catwoman again?" Harley asked.

"Easy. We go to her high school, find out her daily life, identity, her boyfriend's identity, use it to our advantage, and then give it to the Joker so he can do whatever the hell he wants with it. I'm just doing this for the money," Deadshot answered.

"High school? But how are we suppose to know how teenagers act these days?" Ivy asked.

"We're 20 year olds. I'm pretty sure we can remember from a few years back how we acted."

"Hey. Some people didn't go to regular schools like most people did," Ivy spat back.

"That's because you're not normal."

"And just who do you take me for?" Ivy asked, raising an eyebrow.

"A girl wrapped around in plants as clothing who can talk to plants a little better than I can," Deadshot retorted. When he looked at Ivy's face, he became satisfied. "As you can see, my power is a lot better than yours."

"Hey, guys! She's leaving!" Harley mumbled nervously through her teeth. They all looked up and say Catwoman getting up. Without second thought, Deadshot aimed his gun at Catwoman, and shot it at her neck. Catwoman yelped at the pinching feeling, and touched her neck. There was a light nip on it, which caused it to slightly bleed a little. She shook her head, looked around, assumed it was a bug, and flipped up on to a roof to get home.

"Did you get it?" Ivy asked.

Deadshot checked his GPS map programmed to the tracking device planted on Catwoman, and saw the little red circle continuously moving. He grinned. "Locked and loaded. Success."

"Quick question, guys. Instead of doing all this work, couldn't we have just put it on B-Man and find out who he really is?" Harley asked, swaying in curiosity.

"Tell the Joker that. He wants to do it the hard way," Ivy replied in annoyance. "Besides, knowing, the B-Man, he probably would've figured out a tracking device hit him long before he would walk away, accepting that fact. Meaning, somebody would get chewed."

"Oh...right."

"Okay, c'mon. I'm hungry and I did what I had to do for today," Deadshot announced. "I'm heading to the warehouse. Anyone wanna follow me, be my guest." And sure enough, they all followed him in spite of the fact that they had nothing else to do except terrorize idiotic bystanders that actually dare to come outside in Gotham in the middle of the night.

Catwoman: Selina Kyle

"Your move," I told B as I moved my Knight ahead by three squares and right by one. B slowly nodded and started to think about his next move. Who would've known he would be so engrossed in a game of chess? I turned to the TV screen, which was playing local news.

"...and just today a little girl, just seven years old, was raped by her own father and beaten until she was killed. Her father is now in custody until his trial arrangements are made," the news reporter said. "And now, here's Kris with the weather information on the upcoming week."

I sighed. "Gotham is such an evil city sometimes...it gets personal at some moments."

"Describe: personal," B asked me as a statement.

I took a deep breath. "I trust you, so I feel I should tell you this. Remember that note we were passing in class? About my parents? Allow me to go further in detail. I was eight when my dad raped me." B looked at me, shocked. "Well, not real rape, but it was bad enough to be framed under the category. You see, I was never close to my parents in the first place. My mother would never acknowledge the fact that she had a family to take care of and my dad...? Well...my dad was dad. When he wasn't drunk he was beating me until his anger was out. One day he went crazy, after my mom left. I remember that night so clearly..."

B put his chess piece down and gave me a sad look full of empathy.

I shook my head and tried to smile. "But...he's in jail now. He's back where he belongs. Behind bars, where he can't hurt nobody." I rested my chin on the palm of my hand and gazed at B. "Then again, your childhood wasn't any better than mine."

B bit his bottom lip and looked down, seeming like he was trying to hold back something.

I sat up straight. "What?"

"Allow me to go in further detail too."

I widened my eyes.

"I watched them fall to their death as some serial killer killed them for their money. I was left as an orphan, and Alfred raised me. At least you had parents to beat you up or not acknowledge you. Mine were never even there to see my ninth birthday." B looked down at his hands and held them in front of him. "I always feel like I should've...I could've done something."

There was a silence between us, and all that could be heard was the TV telling some nonsensical story about a drug dealer and his prosecution. Quietly, I turned my phone on. Oh shit! I'm late!

"I have to go, B." I quickly got up and headed for the door.

B's head snapped upward. "Where you going?"

"I promised Lola I'd help her out today with cleaning the apartment before her boss gets back. I'm sorry about this..."

"So soon?"

"Yeah."

"Wait. Don't go just yet." He took my hand and turned me around, giving me eye contact.

"B... I'm gonna..."

"Then be late." And he pushed me against the wall and began to kiss me. Hard. Out of nowhere, it was like his hormones had kicked up and he just had to let them out. He pushed his body close to mine, so close a piece of paper could be held between us and it wouldn't fall. In fact, it would crumble.

"B," I gasped when he broke apart. He instantly grabbed me and put me down on the couch. He crawled over me, giving me a view of his hovering, smirking, face over mine. That boyish smirk of his just turned me on in the moment.

"I...I felt like you were distancing yourself from me," he explained his actions. He ran his hand down my side, making little circles as he went down. "And... I want you to know that we can do anything, anything...without holding back. Even love-making."

I grinned. "B...when did you get this...sexy?"

"Since I felt like I wasn't doing a good job."

"Good job?"

"Yeah, like you've had better. Well, I'm gonna show you another personal side of myself, baby."

I gasped as Bruce slammed his lips down hard on mine, causing me to moan. He gently pulled my bottom lip outward, asking me to open up, and I happily did. Instantly, our tongues were tasting each other. Bruce, without hesitation, started to remove my shirt. His mouth hovered over my breasts, and he looked up at me with a light smirk, asking me for permission. I bit my bottom lip and smiled.

In seconds, the bra came off.

"You have GOT to be kidding me. Are we really gonna watch them have sex?" Deadshot asked.

"It might be the true identity of Batman she's doing it with."

"Who knows? What if she's cheating? The only way we'll know is if the guy wears a fucking, 'I'm Batman!' sign! No way in hell am I gonna watch real life porn."

"Isn't that what you've always wanted?" Ivy scoffed. Deadshot flipped her the finger. Ivy laughed. "Relax. We'll never know until we check. What if she calls out the name Batman while they're having it? Then that'll mean that its batman she's fucking."

Deadshot groaned.

"It's not a choice. Now come help me zoom in to the window."

My legs wrapped around Bruce as he inserted it inside me in and out. I gasped as my back arched in pleasure. "Bruce! Ah!" He started to kiss me again. When it was time, he ejected inside me. Our naked bodies instantly collapsed against each other.

Bruce rested his forehead against mine. "Selina," he whispered. "I love you so much."

"I love you too, B." I wrapped my arms around him.

He widened his eyes all of a sudden. "I think...I have the feeling we're being watched." His head looked around, his eyes changing from love to suspicion. I hated it. I rolled my eyes and turned his face towards me.

"Let's focus on us, for now."

"But..."

"If they wanna watch us have sex, then they can watch us have sex."

"Something's just not right."

I pulled him into another kiss, and he instantly fell back in the moment. His mouth trailed down from my mouth to my neck. I took in a deep breath as he pecked light kisses on the sensitive parts of my neck. He trailed back to my ear, and started to kiss it. It gave me shivers. I loved it.

He stopped again, his brows furrowing. "That feeling...I'm sorry, Sel. But I have to check somewhere. Maybe...maybe it's something going on in Gotham? I should probably go check it out..."

"No, B. Just this once, how about you be my Batman." I ran my hand down his lean chest. Bruce lightly laughed.

"And you?"

I looked to the side, guiltily. "Gotham doesn't need a Catwoman. All I do is add to the turmoil."

"Which is why you've stopped," Bruce soothed, taking my hand and linking it with mine. I giggled as his playful flirting. He was so amazing sometimes. I know he still had his duties at the city's superhero to attend to, but it would be nice if he could put me first sometimes. After all, these past couple of weeks, he's always out being Batman.

"Sorry, Sel. Some other time, okay?" he would tell me when I call him. Being with him right now was a step.

He sat up, slapping his head against his forehead. "I just realized, you still have to help Lola, don't you."

I sighed. "Oh right." I got up and reached for my clothes, starting to slip it on.

Bruce sighed along with me. "You're mad at me, aren't you."

"Not mad...just...annoyed. A little. You know, lately you've been drifting from me. I don't want to hog your man-time from you, but...it'd be nice if we could spend more time together, ya know?" I answered. He looked down.

"I'm sorry. There's just...stuff going on right now that I have to handle."

"It's...it's fine." I zipped up my jacket and grabbed my purse. "You do what you have to do." He gave me a look that gave off a "not believing it" kind of vibe. I laughed lightly and flashed him a convincing smile. "Really. I don't mind. I'm not mad at you."

Bruce slowly nodded, looking at the ground. "I'll try to make it up to you. I promise. I really do love you."

"I know." I kissed his cheek. "I love you to. Bye, Bruce."

"It's B," he said playfully.

I smiled. "Bye...B." And with that, I left his house, closing the front door. I sneaked a glance at his window while I was walking home. He rubbed his hand over his face and sat on his couch, looking pissed at something. I sighed and kept walking.

I quietly opened the door to our apartment and turned on the lights. the first thing I saw was Lola, passed out on the ground, with a bunch of empty bottles of beer next to her. "Lola...?" I called to her calmly.

She slowly sat up and opened her eyes, her eyes a deep pink, something that happened to her when she drank and cried at the same time. "So where the fuck were you, huh" she asked. "Leaving me out to fucking dry, do you know what just happened to me?"

I blinked, stepping back as she got up and started walking towards me.

"I just lost my fucking job. He came here to fire me, and the mess that hibernates in this apartment just justified his reasons! He was going to give me a second chance, he told me! But you know what? He said after the 'nastiness' of this place he saw, he realized how dirty and disorganized I was, and that I needed a long break from 'Wall Street'. Don't you get it, Selina? I'M JOBLESS! that means we're broke! And if I don't find a way to pay off this house's bills in the next six months, we're gonna be screwed. We'll have to live out on the streets..."

I let out a shaky breath. "Just relax, we can find a way to pay off the bills-"

"Relax? Just relax? Are you fucking kidding me? And just how are we gonna find $2,000 in just six months without a job, huh? What're we gonna do, sell our backside to nasty men?"

I looked down and started to cry. "I'm sorry. This was all my fault. I...I should've came home. But instead...instead I...I'm so sorry, Lola!" I buried my face in the palm of my hands. Lola shook her head and embraced me in a tight hug.

"That's not true, Sel," she said, her voice getting softer. "This is my fault. You were just going to help me, not do it for me. I was being a lazy ass and I got what I deserved. You just worry about yourself, and I'll find a way to get through this, okay?"

I sniffed. "But...Lola..."

"I got this, Sel. Okay? Promise me you won't stress yourself over this," she begged me, wiping my tears away with her thumb. I nodded and lightly smiled. She grinned. "This place was a hellhole anyway. I was meaning to move in the first place," she said playfully, trying to make light of the situation, but in truth, we both knew that we were scared of what was going to happen to us.

~~~~CW~~~~

Elsewhere

"Mistah J! Guess what we found out?" Harley called out, excited to give the news to her boy.

"Ahem, more like, we found while you slept like the ass you are on the grass right in front of us," Deadshot grumbled, annoyed at Harley's hyper behavior. But Harley ignored his comment, and continued with what she was trying to say.

"Guess who the B-Man truly is?" Harley whispered, trying to build tension. "Just guess!"

"Ah, Harley! I don't have time for this!" the Joker shouted, pushing Harley away from him, making her fall on the ground on her bottom. She rubbed her head and started to pout, feeling sad that the Joker didn't have time for her.

"You'd think she'd get the idea he doesn't want her but nope. Psychos never get ideas," Ivy muttered.

"Not this one," Deadshot agreed.

The Joker rubbed his hands together, eager to hear the results they all brought back form their mission. "Well?" he asked. "What do ya got? And no stupid crap, or you'll get the boot from my buddy Bane over here." He pointed to the insane guy chained up in a corner, his eyes boiling red and his body swollen with muscles, seeming like he was ready to kill his own mother...if he didn't already.

"The Batman that everyone fears and loves is actually a mere 18 year old teenager who's having affairs with another chick. His name? None other than Bruce Wayne," Ivy informed. She rolled her eyes. "To think an 18 year old could cause so much drama. And it seems like he's having issues with his girlfriend Selina too."

"Selina?" Harley asked.

"Catwoman."

Joker laughed hysterically in happiness and jumped up from his chair. "Wonderful! This is fabulous! The Bat is actually a teenager named Bruce Wayne! This makes it so much easier to know what makes him tick."

"Wait. But I thought we were after Catwoman!" Harley asked in confusion.

"No no no! it's not Catwoman we're after! We're just using her to get to Batman!"

"Oh..."

"Yeah. Oh."

"Now that we know this, our true plan can kick in to action. Bring out the Angelica clone suit!" the Joker called out. A machine pulled out the fitted mechanical suit designed by none other than the actual Angelica body itself.

"Everybody?" Joker stated. "I believe Halloween is going to start a little... earlier this year than usual...ha ha ha ha...HA HA HA HAAAA!"