Catwoman: Selina Kyle

One word for the safe-house: fucking huge.

My sprained ankle was laid on a pillow on the table with a thick heat pad sitting on top of it. I took a sip of the tea as I watched Gwen cauterize Bruce's wound. The wound on her own head was cleaned, treated, and bandaged. I felt ten times better about Gwen's well-being after that.

Bruce turned to me. "I think it's time to transition, Selina."

I looked at my ankle. The heat pad definitely helped it become more limber. I transitioned anyway.

"There," Gwen said as she wrapped a gauge around Bruce's arm. "Careful with this arm, okay?" Bruce smiled and nodded.

With that, she stood up and yawned. "Today was a crazy day. I think I'm gonna go hit the bed for now. Anyone care to join me?" she asked. Both of us shook our head. She shrugged, waved goodnight, and walked over to a bed near the back of the safe house.

There was an awkward silence between Bruce and I. I didn't know where to start. How long were you cheating on me? Who's this Joker? Since when were you working with him? What do you have against Lola?!

I took a deep breath, took a sip of the warm tea, and closed my eyes. "Bruce."

He turned to me.

"Explain."

And explain he did. He started from the time I left his house that night Lola lost her job, all the way to when he found us at that bank we were trapped in. At some points he couldn't bear to look at me, and others he would stare me down to look for a reaction. He would pace the room, and do big gestures, widen his eyes, or pause for long periods of time. In a little under an hour, he managed to finish.

"Your face, Selina... it's unreadable. You gotta give me some sort of reaction to act on," he said, worry filling his voice.

"..."

"Selina?"

I sighed. "Bruce, I want you to know that I don't hate you. I can never hate you and I never will." His facial expression smoothed into ease. It wasn't happy yet, because my sentence had that empty feeling, as if was incomplete, as if some phrases were left out. But it definitely eased up, the tension in the room dimming down.

"But..."

He looked down at his hands.

"How long do you think this can go on?" I asked him softly.

He didn't look up at me. "Batman or this relationship?"

I stood up, now pacing the room myself. "Both. I mean, they both intertwine and create a problem."

"..."

"You're Batman. You have your responsibilities to keep up with! How are you going to make time for me? The Joker, no, almost every criminal here hates you. What makes you think you'll probably live past the age of 30? And now that I've realized that just associating with you can put not only me but Lola and Gwen as well in danger, it's making me second think continuing this relationship. I have to admit, Bruce... B... I love you. But... I don't want to put-"

"The people I care about in danger," Bruce finished.

"Huh?" I muttered.

"I know how you feel. I felt the same way."

Instantly I remembered Barbara. When I looked for her picture online, I realized why Bruce fell in love with her in the first place. She was beautiful and smart with an amazing body. It probably ripped his heart out when Barbara died on him, and here I am ripping his heart out again trying to leave him.

I sat next to him. He started to speak. "I'm such a selfish man. I don't even know how I can call myself Batman. I should've put your life first and just push you out of my life since the day you gave me the mask, but I couldn't. I loved you too much. I didn't want to let you go. It was as if... as if I would rather watch you die because of me instead of have you hate me for the rest of your life." He buried his face in his hands, too ashamed to give me anymore eye contact.

Without thinking. I leaned forward and gently planted a kiss on his cheek. In surprise, he looked up and turned to me, giving me a face of confusion. Hesitating at first, I lunged forward and kissed him as passionately as possible.

We both deeply fell into it instantly, since we haven't done this in so long. And it also instantly reminded me of how much I truly missed him.

Our tongues explored each other's mouth. His soon grazed over my upper lip. His mouth puckered as he planted light kisses on my mouth as he spoke. "Let. Me. Make. Love. To. You."

My heart skipped man beats on the thought of making love to him again, and I nodded frantically. He towered down on me, pressing his body tightly against mine. Clothes came off, hands explored sensitive places, moans escaped lips, and I enjoyed it all.

I needed him in my life. It was no choice.

I held him tightly against me. "I love you."

"I love you, too," he breathed heavily. With each word he said, his mouth grazed against mine. "Never leave me."

"I promise I won't. I can't."

He smiled and kissed me hard, his face contorting with passion as he entered inside me, his hands holding me close, as I would leave him if he didn't.

And I let the sweet passion of it all sweep me away into the night, all the worries of Lola and Gwen and Bruce and the Joker just fading away into a distant chamber of forgotten dreams.

~~~~CW~~~~

"LOLA!" I screamed, suddenly sitting out of bed. I can't believe I forgot about her! How selfish can I get? I was too busy sucking dick to even focus on the real issues at hand. I groaned and held my forehead in my hand for a few seconds.

Bruce moaned in sleepiness and slowly sat up, wincing at me. "Why are you up? It's five in the morning," he grumbled.

I got up out of bed. "It could be the start of the apocalypse for all I care, I'm going to go save Lola right now, even if it means giving up my life." Which I probably will, but of course, I'm not gonna say that.

Bruce widened his eyes in remembrance. "You can't go there alone. It's too dangerous. Besides, last time we saw her she was being cut open by-"

"Don't!"

He stopped.

"Don't... remind me."

"..."

"Look, I already told you, saving her is not a choice. It's a requirement. She's all I have, B."

Bruce tried to hide his smile from the fact that I called him B again. I tried not to roll my eyes.

I zipped up my suit and looked around in the dark for my goggles.

Bruce sighed. "So this means my arm won't get time to heal?"

"No one said you had to come."

He suddenly stood up and held me close to him, holding my chin in his hand, our faces kissing distance. "I will never, leave you alone and let you voluntarily head into danger again. Ever. Not without me."

I merely blinked in slight surprise at his abruptness.

He gently pushed me away and turned around. "You can go ahead and head into the garage. Turn on the lights and look for the big tank-like car. I'll meet you there in five minutes."

"...this safe house has a garage?" I mumbled.

"Why wouldn't it?" he replied bluntly.

I clicked my tongue and raised my eyebrows. "Oh right. Forgot. Billionaires tend to have garages in safe houses, don't they." He rolled his eyes and smiled at my sarcasm, and then gave me directions to the garage. I followed them, eventually arriving to the big metal doors. I struggled to push them open, and turned on the light switch. Instantly, the ceiling started lighting up, one row by another, revealing a room much more advanced than a "garage."

"Is this like... his secret hide-out or something?" I mumbled. I slowly walked over to a huge platform of TV screens, each revealing a different type of information. I looked down at the keyboard, trying to look for a "garage" button, which I sadly didn't find.

However, I did find a utility switch, which I pulled and in effect, caused a whole different room to pull out, revealing many of Batman's vehicles. I stuck my tongue in my cheek and continued forward.

Slowly examining the room, I passed by many motorcycles and sports cars and even some boats.

"Looks like you didn't find it yet, huh," he stated, walking in, his Batman costume on and ready.

"Where's Gwen?" I questioned.

"Sleeping. I don't wanna put anymore people in danger, so... I locked every door in this house that allows escape. Including the garage door."

"Don't you think that's a little crazy?"

"Do you want Gwen to live?"

"...and this whole 'garage'? I think you should consider remaining it. Something like...penthouse or something," I lightly joked. He smiled, and we walked over to a special car, one that was covered in armor, heavily tinted windows, and lambo doors.

We both hopped in. Bruce took one good look at me. "You ready?" he asked me one last time.

"Let's go save Lola," I reassured him. He nodded, and with that, took off into the night.

Elsewhere

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT THEY GOT AWAY?!" the Joker screamed at the guards. They trembled in fear, slowly nodding in answer to his question. He groaned in annoyance and pushed past them. Ivy and Deadshot reluctantly followed. Harley continued to try to comfort Joker.

"I told you we should've let me handle this," Ivy muttered.

"Right, because surely your petty plants can take down the Batman," Deadshot retorted. Ivy flashed him a hard-on glare which he ignored.

"Whadaya doin', Mr. J? Why-a angry?" Harley asked, genuinely confused. The Joker simply ignored her questions and grinned, pressing a button and releasing a chamber full of green gas. Everyone except the Joker coughed from the sudden disruption of oxygen.

"They'll come back. I still have Lola, after all. And surely, the Bat will come and aid them on their little mission. But do know that when they do come..."

Bane suddenly jumped out, snarling and writhing in pain and anger at the same time while trying to get out of his chains, his eyes glowing green fro mall the toxins forced into his body.

"We're certainly prepared for their arrival...ha ha Ha HA HAHAHA!"

"..." Poison Ivy and Deadshot stared at the Joker's madness and waited for him to calm down.

Harley clapped her hands in happiness. "Yeah! We'll show 'em!"

Bane forcefully tugged at his right arm, failing to release it.

"Patience, my sweet little pet. Patience," Joker cooed.

"Don't you think this is a little...you know...too far for Catwoman? I mean, she's not the one you're trying to kill, remember?"

Ivy widened her eyes and grimaced at me, stepping in front of me, realization hitting her face. "I knew it! I've finally figured it out! All this time you've been quietly trying to avoid handling that wretched Cat because you've fallen in love with her, haven't you?"

"..." Deadshot said.

"HAVEN'T YOU?" Ivy shouted.

The Joker slowly turned to Dead, his face for once, not amused. "Is this true, Dead?" he asked quietly.

Deadshot closed his eyes. "She's not a bad person. She's done nothing wrong. why can't we just leave her alone and get Batman instead? He is the one we've been looking for the whole time. I wasn't paid to go after two people. I was paid for one."

Ivy, without hesitation, raised her hand and slapped in, the toxins on her nails scraping him, causing the blood dripping from his cheeks to turn green once the exited his body. The toxins weren't strong enough to harm him, but it certainly did hurt. Deadshot groaned in pain. This wasn't the first time she's slapped him.

"As of now, you're banned from dealing with my enemies. When you're needed, you will be told. For now, you're on camera duty," Joker ordered.

"Camera duty? What do I look like to you?" Deadshot spat.

"A traitor," Ivy spat back.

"Now go watch the cameras and see if anyone not allowed to come in is entering. GO!" the Joker replied.

Deadshot simply stood there, glaring at him.

"Do I have to do this the hard way?" Joker whispered into his face. "'Cause I'm sure Bane won't mind eating an early dinner." He grinned as Bane wrestled with his chains again, growling loudly.

Deadshot groaned and pushed past Ivy, trudging over to the front desk, where he was to do camera duty.

"Batman will pay for doing this to Catwoman. I promise," Deadshot muttered to himself.