Due to requests Animal Attraction has been expanded to show more of Selina and Bruce's first meetings. As usual, I don't own anything.

Selina Kyle slid out of her car in front of Wayne Manor. Every light in the place was on and the doors were wide open. She regarded it with a critical eye. It hadn't looked at all like this when she'd dropped by a few nights before. It had been looked up tighter than a drum with only the light in the kitchen on. She couldn't get close; the Manor had more surveillance than Fort Knox on steroids. All very discretely hidden but she was excellent at her job so she hadn't been spotted. Either Bruce Wayne was extremely paranoid or the man had something to hide.

The valet collected her keys and drove off with her car. Selina walked up and into the house. It was breathtaking. The very few architectural magazines that had been allowed in the Manor in the last few years to do spreads had not done it justice. For the first time in her life she craved a place as fiercely as she had ever craved any piece of jewelry if not more.

"Miss Kyle." The cultured British tones came from her left and slightly behind her. Selina turned to the Wayne butler, Alfred Pennyworth. A distinguished gentleman with ties to MI-6 whose files were buried Selina had found when she dug.

"Mr. Pennyworth." Selina extended her hand. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Leslie speaks highly of you."

"Dr. Tompkins speaks highly of you as well, Miss Kyle." Alfred accepted her hand as he studied the young woman before him. "Please call me Alfred. She has many good things to say about your foundation as well."

"You must call me Selina then." Selina smiled at him. "We do as much as we can. We've been lucky to acquire a few patrons and anonymous donations to boost us up a few levels. We do appreciate an invitation to an event such as this one. For the head of the Kyle Foundation to just be seen a Wayne Enterprises event, especially one that takes place here at the Manor, will mean a great deal for us so thank you."

"Dr. Thompkins only had to threaten to withhold Master Bruce's lollipop on his next visit and that was sufficient enough to get you an invitation to this evening's soiree." Alfred informed her. Selina threw her head back and laughed. Unseen to them, a short distance away Bruce stood with a group of guests. He lifted his head toward the sound of laughter and saw Alfred speaking to a small woman with black hair and emerald eyes. She was stunning and he would have to work his way toward her. For the moment, he turned back to his group so as not to arouse suspicion.

"That definitely seems like something Leslie would do. Isn't Mr. Wayne a little old for lollipops though?" Selina was sure she'd felt someone's eyes on her but as she casually swept the room she couldn't see anyone.

"Some delights one never grows out of." Alfred watched as the woman scanned the room with all the professionalism and casualness that Master Bruce would use. If he hadn't known what to look for he never would have seen. Exactly who had Leslie sent them? "Now, you should be out there seeing and being seen instead of being with me. Is there anything I can get you before you go?"

"No thank you. I know how these things work. I'll just go grab a drink and mingle." She placed her hand on his arm, lowering her voice. "Wish me luck." She left before he could answer.

"I do wish you luck. I doubt sincerely you will need it." Alfred turned to continue with his duties for the night.

Selina's evening went well. She sipped carefully at the water with lemon made, many new contacts, and had promises of invitations to events and donations for the foundation. Several times she felt the eyes on her but couldn't pinpoint their origin. It made her skin crawl and she wanted very much to leave the Manor. She saw the host of the event all over the place with women hanging off him, enjoying himself greatly. She shook her head. It was beyond her how Leslie Thompkins could be so extraordinary fond of Bruce Wayne. Selina knew it wasn't just the cheques that kept the clinic open that were responsible for the feelings the woman had for him. There had to be something else there besides the playboy on display for everyone to see for Leslie to care so much.

"Miss Kyle." Selina turned and there he was, the man of the night, Gotham's most eligible.

"Mister Wayne."

"You make a stunning addition to the party Miss Kyle but you weren't on the guest list. What did you say to my butler to get him to let you stay? He's usually quite unshakeable." Bruce smiled at her crookedly.

Selina arched one eyebrow at him. "You seemed to be confused Mister Wayne. Perhaps you should reconsider how many drinks you've had. Alfred has nothing to do with my being here. You made a deal with Leslie Thompkins. Your continued access to lollipops at her clinic in exchange for my invitation."

"I get to have lollipops while in her clinic?" His tone sounded incredulous.

"As it was explained to me, yes." She cocked her head to one side as he roared with laughter. People around them stared.

"My apologies. I seem to have misunderstood the situation." He held out his hand to her. "Will you accept you apology and dance with me?"

Her lips twitched. "I'm starting to think we were played, Mister Wayne."

"Yes, yes, I think we were. By two people who think they're very smart." He smirked at her. "Now will you dance?"

"Yes, I will." They moved out to the dance floor.

As their bodies melded together, the breath stole away from her lungs. This couldn't be happening again. Every part of him that touched him felt like it was on fire. She wanted desperately to be closer, to rip open his shirt and feel her hands on his flesh. She did not want this playboy. Not anymore than she wanted Tiger. The moan as his hand slipped lower across her back almost slipped out of her mouth.

Bruce had no idea what was wrong with him. He liked sex as much as the next man, more if he was honest. He worked hard to control the drive. There was something about this woman in his arms. She fit tightly to him, molded there as if she had been built for him. He wanted to throw her on the floor and rip the clothes of her. Her fingers slid under his jacket caressing the edges of his shirt and playing with the buttons. This was worse than the encounter with Catwoman! His large hand slid down her small back coming dangerously close her firm buttocks. He felt the moan reverberate through her body but it the noise never made it out. At least she was suffering as much as he was.

Selina jerked away from Bruce suddenly. She didn't get far as arms that were bands of steel closed around her. She braced both hands on his chest and pushed. Nothing happened. The still rational corner of her brain took a moment to process the fact that his chest should not be that ridiculously hard and he should not be able to overpower her quite so easily.

"This, this is a mistake." He stared down into beautiful emerald eyes. "Neither of us wants this."

"I think right now we both want this and damn the consequences." She stared back into his blue eyes. "Why do I have to want to drown in those eyes? I don't have time to drown. You need to let me go Mister Wayne. I don't think you're everything you pretend to be. If you don't let me go, if I stay here, I'm going to find out what those things are, and never of us wants that."

They stood silently for a moment, staring at each other. Bruce dropped his arms. Selina took a step back, turned around, and headed for the door. She didn't start breathing normally until she drove her car off of the estate.