"Like I took a bullet to the gut. What do you think?", Selina gave a catty remark with a little pained smirk on her face. "Selina...", Bruce sighed as he shook his head.
"I'm alright.", Selina then told him, "Am I?", looking at him gently. "Dad got the bullet out and stitched you up. Should be all good to heal, but it'll still be a bit of time before we know for sure.", Bruce said as she nodded.
Selina replied, "How long?", and Bruce replied, "Two weeks. Strong bed rest, and there's no argument against my father's orders...I may be in charge of Wayne Entreprises, but he's back as the man of the house.", with a chuckle.
"So, you really got kidnapped, along with your family, while your dad was in that coma...Was...", Selina asked, and Bruce scowled, "Yeah, it was all true of what I said that night...I believe it was to be a ransom or murder of sorts, but we escaped before we got any idea about their true plans...apart from Talia...".
Selina grimaced, "The woman who nearly manipulated you and used you to get to...", and Bruce nodded, "She and her organization didn't know about our family secrets...which was a miracle in itself...".
"Ah...I see...How come your mom didn't...umm, ", Selina started to ask, and Bruce replied, "Show herself when she was a teenager or whatever?", and Selina nodded.
Bruce replied, "Mom didn't...She was all normal, until Dad got shot and went into the coma...I think all the emotions, and everything triggered something inside her after she was cured of her illness when I was seven and eight years old. I can't tell you how or what the cure was, but Dad had to put everything into searching for the best chance to save Mom...".
"Wow...I guess love really transcends over pain and trauma, since I saw the picture of their renewing wedding ceremony in the newspaper...", Selina blinked.
"Yeah...", Bruce said as he gave a small smile before she sighed. "So... am I going to be like under house arrest from now on?", Selina asked as Bruce gave her a look. "I mean, you plan on keeping some of those secrets? Might be dangerous to just let me walk away.".
"Ar- are you actually planning on using that information to enrich yourself or something?", Bruce asked softly. "No.", Selina said. "I mean, I've just been with a few folks that have had similar sorts of secrets that they would very much silence folks for good to keep.", she explained as Bruce shook his head.
"Well, those folks you were with wouldn't normally have tried to save your life and get a bullet out of you if that was the case. And you chose this, remember? You could've easily just let me rush to my family's aid by myself and stayed behind so it seems to me that you'd probably wouldn't go and try to tell others; especially those who would use that information to harm us.", Bruce raised an eyebrow as she gave a small nod and leaned her head back.
"Well, forgive me for asking that but... well, I just wanted to be sure, you know? Like I said, I ran in some bad circles before.", Selina said with a soft huff.
Bruce exhaled deeply, "You...you actually felt something back there, didn't you? Our first kiss?", and Selina replied with a sigh, "Yeah...And then hearing you back there when I thought...thought that I was going to die, seeing you cry, an actual human instead of a gloomy costumed batman...I knew there is no returning back to the life I had before this...I didn't want to be that Talia bitch...I won't betray you, Bruce...in that...but can you live with the fact that I'm...well, a catburglar?...", remembering with a hint of pain to feel stereotyped like that, even if he never really meant it to hurt her, as she had been used to it.
Bruce glanced away as he had to think, which she understood, "I know it's asking a lot compared to how your moral compass probably is. And I can't make the promise that I'm going to stay squeaky clean which is why I know what this must be difficult...".
It was a minute before Bruce squeezed her hand, looking at her, "I can't stop you from being a catburglar, but perhaps, I can help you be a good catburglar...", and Selina looked at him in surprise, "H-How?".
Bruce smirked, "You forget that I am the greatest detective of Gotham as Batman, and I can investigate between crime families controlling jewelry stores, etc. and the innocent people who are in control of their businesses. And of course, with my family helping, the streets would be safer, not just for the innocent children and teens who doesn't need to be in bad circles, in gangs, and of course, your stray cat friends, hmm?", knowing that there are enforcers and such abusing animals, not just dogs, but also cats. After all, Chess and Bandit opened the family's eyes to it, and of course, Selina sponsoring the animal charities for the shelters.
"An ethical catburglar...", Selina gave a light chuckle. "Well, I suppose that would probably work for both of us.", with a smile.
"As for say, priceless cat artifacts...", Bruce said as she shook her head. "Relax, don't feel like you need to waste your entire family fortune on those things...", Selina smirked.
Bruce gave a warm laugh, "Fair enough...", before feeling her hand squeeze his hand back, as she raised an eyebrow, "Where's my kiss, mister? I might not be Sleeping Beauty right now, but you deserve a kiss for that brilliant idea...".
Bruce smiled and leaned in to kiss her, and their hands let go, with Selina's hands trailing through his hair, and his hands caressing her cheek and brushing through Selina's short dark hair, and Selina felt the same feeling return, a shot of pleasure through their bodies, yet more stronger, and she purred as they kissed deeply, and then was surprised when Bruce teased her lips, and she let him in, moaning in surprise and pleasure, addicted to the pleasure as her arms tightened around him when she winced at the dull pain, but managed to ignore it when suddenly, a voice cleared his throat, "You can wait much longer, can't you, Master Bruce, when Miss Kyle needs to recover first, hmm?".
Bruce turned to see Alfred coming in with food; both for him as well as the sort that Selina could eat for the time being. "Apologies, Miss Kyle, I'm afraid it'll be some time before you can eat normal foods again.", Alfred said as he placed the trays down.
"I get it. Hey, no one here has told me but... well, first of all, how bad was my wound? Did it go through? Hit anything important? Like I'm not missing a kidney now, am I?", Selina asked.
Alfred chuckled, "Such a strong young lady you are, Miss Kyle. Your wound wasn't too bad, and it didn't go through. Just part of the stomach, and no, you are not missing a kidney, either of them. You need to rest and recover, and yes, that includes keeping away from moments of intimacy that might aggravate your injury, even if it's needing lots of patience, hmm?".
Selina and Bruce blushed, realizing that Alfred saw their moment, and Selina glanced at Bruce, "I suppose he's right...You can wait long enough until I get better, yes?", with a smile.
"Um...", Bruce glanced away again as she chuckled. "Wow... didn't know it was that easy to take down the Batman.", she teased.
"Sorry, sir, I apologize for giving her that window...", Alfred had a small smile on his face. Bruce replied with a blush, "No, you aren't...but thank you for the warning after we had our moment, Alfred...".
Alfred chuckled, "I couldn't deny you two of a brief moment as love is indeed a bright spot in life. Now, do I trust you two to behave yourselves while you eat your lunches? After all, I need to tell the others of the good news that Miss Kyle is awake and on the mend.".
Selina smiled, "We will behave, Alfred. And let me guess, were you the chef of those fabulous chicken nuggets?", and Alfred puffed up proudly, "Oh, ho, now I am convinced, Master Bruce. You got a keeper in her.", and Bruce groaned in embarrassment with a blush, "Alfred!".
Alfred chuckled and left the room, closing the door again to give them privacy to eat their lunches and talk, and Bruce glanced at Selina, "Sorry about that...And I don't know what's gotten into me to blush so much like this...", as he started to eat.
"I could think of a few reasons.", Selina chuckled as he blushed again. "Really? Handsome, rich young man like you and the only sort of spark with a woman before was one who tried to have you killed?".
"I... I haven't exactly had the time to be focused on any sort of personal life... I've mainly devoted the time either honing my body for being the Batman, or being with my family...", Bruce started to explain.
Selina hummed as Bruce continues, "And for the record, there was no spark with that bitch... manipulation to use me as a breeding bull put me off..".
"You're...", Selina widened her eyes as she realized, with Bruce huffing, "Yeah, I was not lying...You were my first kiss, literally...and yes, a virgin...".
Selina spoke softly, "Then those women at balls and parties...?", and Bruce nodded, "Acquaintances or friends from school...and besides, it wasn't exactly like I would have Mom as a second all the time, you know?".
"Right...", Selina gave a small nod. "Plus, there was the whole worry... similar to my father before he met my mother... certain types of women might be drawn to me...", Bruce said as Selina held her hand up, "Don't. I know where you're going with that... I... I get it. That's... that was me...".
Bruce nodded, "I gathered...You took precautions?", and Selina replied, "I may be Catwoman, but I'm still a woman, and took precautions, though they never lasted long, just a means to an end...", with a sigh.
"I see...No contacts since then?", Bruce replied, and Selina hummed, "Never saw the point in it, and besides, never wanted to risk a chance if some of their friends were the men who illegibly had my penthouse. Couldn't want them to hurt my dear cats and all...Oh! My cats!".
"Don't worry, I can handle that if you need me to.", Bruce assured her as she sighed. "Remind me to write a list... let's just say those felines are a bit spoiled.", Selina chuckled.
"So, no generic cat chow, got it.", Bruce cracked a little joke as she shook her head and smiled, "Who knew you could make a crack like that?... here I thought you were always tall, brooding, and handsome...".
Bruce chuckled, "Why, thank you, and to think, I thought you were always tall, swaggering, and beautiful...", and Selina blushed, making Bruce smile triumphantly, realizing that Selina looks rather cute when she blushes.
Selina, not having expected that, cleared her throat, and smiled, "So, I take it that black isn't your actual favorite color then?", and Bruce chuckled, going along with her change of subjects, and so, they learned about each other more and more, while learning a secret from Bruce at a compromise of per week or month to not be overwhelmed by the world of the Wayne and Pennyworth families.
In the middle of the recovering two weeks needed for Selina, finally, at last, the big day of the twins' hatching had arrived, much to Poppy and Waylon's joy. They were worried that the twins were stressed and scared by the whole fiasco and such, since the voices of the bad guys probably didn't help, but luckily, with their super hearing and checking every day, the twins' heartbeats are as normal as unborn babies are and there's no harm, but they were still concerned as it was really edging so close to the due date as June was ending, and overpassing it.
Waylon is napping, half an ear on the twins' muffled purrs in the hollow, cozy nest, while Poppy went to take a leak in a corner of the underground cavern, out of the camera's range. It was perhaps a couple of minutes before Waylon heard something shuffling and thumping, and opened his eyes to look at the nest, widening as the egg is appearing upwards through the hollow ceiling of the nest as it's bouncing and thumping, and then a distinctive sound of cracking is heard with purrs becoming louder next to a new sound of chirping growls, "Poppy, Poppy, it's happening! They're coming!".
"What?!", Poppy quickly shouted as she was trying to move as fast as she could to get back upon hearing that, not wanting to miss even a single second of her children.
Waylon replied, "We're here, kiddos! You can do it, come on!", practically holding into the nest edge, on his knees, and Poppy joined him, "Come on, sweetheart, darling! Daddy and Mommy is right here!".
The egg bounced and thumped as cracks distinctively appeared, chirping growls next to purrs getting louder, emerging out fully from the hollow part of the nest, and then a leg kicked out, appearing human with dark green scale freckles from the right side of the egg, covered with goo and the human part looks like dark tan.
"Oh, oh, Waylon, that's a leg! Come on, baby!", Poppy sobbed happily as the being of the leg chirped loudly, hard determined thumps as a tail appeared along its leg, cracks forming fast before another leg kicked out, and then the egg fell into the side, popping the right side free to reveal a sprawled out baby as it rolled over, blinking before it cried from surprise and the suddenly cool world as it was laying right before Poppy and Waylon's eyes.
Poppy instinctively picked the baby up, tears falling in joy, "Oh, it's our son, Waylon! Oh, look at you!", shushing and using the bed blanket nearby to dry and clean her son, her and Waylon's son.
Their boy is having Poppy's glowing green eyes, a fine tuft of Poppy's black hair with nubs down his spine to his tail that is very crocodile green, with his arms and legs having green scales here and there, not fully, like freckles, in dark tan skin mostly, with Waylon's snout-nose and dimples, and his toes and fingers has smoothed yet dull claws like they were for breaking the egg, and his private parts are human.
Waylon breathed softly, "Half Croc, half human...He's beautiful...Is Sean still perfect for him?", referring to their conversation of the future before Waylon went to be cured by the gamma rays.
Poppy smiled, "Yes, it's still perfect...Hello, Sean...Are you going to change the idea of Jones as his middle name in case if you marry me as a Wayne, or I choose to be a Jones?", and Waylon hummed, "I think I have a better idea for now...How about Sean Phineas Jones-Wayne? Since P is the 16th letter, and that Sean is the first born and technically the 16th of our children, it makes sense...that is, if you like it.".
Sean gave a chirping coo, and Poppy laughed, "Looks like two against me, then...Sean Phineas Jones-Wayne, my beautiful boy...", kissing his forehead as Sean chirped happily before they heard more cracking, and they looked over to see the egg rolling and shaking, showing a dark membrane in the inside of the egg, realizing that the cracks are forming on the left side, where the daughter lived.
Waylon gasped, "Oh, come on, sweet girl, you got this!", realizing after checking that they have a son, they have a daughter now in the egg, determined to hatch next.
"Don't rush her, Wally...", Poppy told him. "She needs to do it on her own terms.", she reminded. "You're just saying that because you don't have to push her out.", Waylon chuckled. "If you were giving birth like normal, you'd be begging her to quickly come out."
Poppy smirked, "Touche.", as the egg kept cracking before two green hands busted out, hearing a purring growl, hearing more thumps and more cracks, going into a spin before suddenly, the middle of the egg cracked open like halfway, with goo sliding the baby girl out, soon stopping after the goo ran out of sliding room on her and as she realized that she was out, she cried loudly.
Waylon instinctively picked her up, borrowing Poppy's blanket to clean and dry his daughter, his and Poppy's daughter as she whimpered in her cries, "Shh, shh, it's okay, Daddy's here...Oh, Poppy, she really takes after you...", and Poppy smiled, "And you too, Wally.".
Indeed, the baby girl is having the famous Hulk deep emerald skin, with Waylon's dark-ish brown hair in fine tufts, and dark green highlights at the ends, and golden reptilian eyes, Poppy's nose and smile, and a mottled body of crocodile scales and a vaginal cloaca, with all her hands and feet all hulk-like human, and no tail like her brother.
Poppy hummed, "Do you think the gamma genes advanced some parts like the tail? I mean, you don't have a tail yourself, and our daughter doesn't, but our son does...", and Waylon shrugged, "That's a viable theory...But either way, our daughter is simply wonderful...".