Batman: Bats/Cats 2/4
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katleeptTitle: "On the Prowl"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabblish
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 23 June, 2012
Challenge: For a FurryFicdom LJ comm's monthly challenge
Award: FurryFicdom's Drabble of the Month for June 2012
Disclaimer: Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Bruce "Batman" Wayne, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and Gotham City are © & TM DC comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He knew she was out and on the prowl two blocks before he actually reached her hiding spot. He could smell her scent. Unlike all the other women both Bruce Wayne and Batman knew, Selina Kyle didn't bother with perfumes when she let her Catwoman out to play. Her own, natural aroma was far more alluring than anything that could be bought on the market or off. It was also purrfectly feline, hinted of the jungle, and was completely right for the Catwoman.
In addition to all its other attributes, Catwoman's scent had the uncanny ability to drive Batman wild. He followed it through the blocks that separated them as she moved off in the opposite direction in, he hoped, search of him. He was glad it was a slow night and that, for a change, most of his worse enemies were already locked up in Arkham and had not yet managed to break free. Of course, that meant he only had another one or two nights before a major asylum break, but he would make those nights last and be the best he could.
He rounded the corner and let her take him by apparent surprise. Her whip snapped through the night air and snagged him around his neck. Acting the part she expected, he exclaimed, "Catwoman!"
Her deep, throaty purr immediately made him hard. "That's my name," she teased, slinking forth from the shadows that were as much a part of her as they were of him, "don't wear it out unless you want to scrrream it in pleasurrre."
A rare smile curved his lips. "Maybe I do."
"Good." Still purring, she swooped down onto him. Her legs wrapped around his strong body; her claws ran lightly down his uniformed chest. Her tail whipped about in the silver light of the full moon. "Because I want to play."
He leaned forward and caught her by true surprise as his lips touched upon hers. Her mouth opened with a purr underneath his, and their tongues slid together. She wasn't the only one who wanted to play. Tonight, Batman wanted to play, too, and play he would while he could, always hoping, but knowing, their time together would never last long enough to satisfy either of them. He could always catch her again, however, he thought, smiling coyly around her hot and ready mouth, or allow her to catch him.
The End
Title: "The Only Bat"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"What's that?" Batman demanded.
"What's it look like?" Catwoman returned, her tone and glowing, emerald eyes stating clearly that her tail was already swishing with agitation he caused.
"Mew."
"I'm used to you bringing them to work, Catwoman, but can't you admit that carrying one around with you, when you're jumping and climbing high buildings like this, is a bit much?"
"Don't tell me how to raise my kittens," she growled, unsheathing her claws as he stepped closer.
Batman spread his hands apart and open, gloved palms up, before him. "I don't want to fight you tonight, Catwoman." In truth, he never wanted to fight her. He wanted to make love with and to her. He wanted her to fight beside him. He wanted to save her from the darkness that he knew was within her, a darkness far too much like his own. But he never really wanted to fight her. He only fought her when there were innocents at stake, or she was breaking the law, which always put innocents in danger. And now, the aggravating woman was putting one of her own cherished lives in danger!
"Bruce," Selina sighed, dropping the act of being strictly professional and using their code names, "Binky had to come with me." Her perfectly shaped and voluptuous lips, the lips that haunted his dreams, pulled down into a pout that Bruce found both undeniably attractive and worrisome.
"You don't have to come out every night."
"I can't stay home every night, either, not if I want to save those who you don't fight for," she snarled, "and who really can't fight for themselves against the murderous humans you protect!"
He stifled the sigh rising in his throat. He had to tread carefully here. She was already ready to throw him off of the building! "Is he okay?" he asked, looking again to the little kitten hiding in the backpack on her back.
"As okay as can be expected on a cold night."
"Mew."
Bruce's stealthy eyes darted between woman and cat. Then, he moved with the uncanny speed which was only one of the many attributes the Batman was renowned for and wrapped both in his long, black cape. His body pressed closely against hers. He could feel the kitten shivering because of the way the backpack trembled slightly, but he knew his mistress trembled for an entirely different reason. "Selina," Bruce spoke again, his voice lower and softer. He reached out and touched her face.
She purred and leaned her beautiful face into his tentative touch. He drew his thumb softly across her mask and then traced her lips with his fingers. She turned her head instinctively up. He angled in for the kiss they both wanted, but then she pulled away.
"Argh!" He couldn't stop his frustration from exploding. He wanted the woman he loved so badly he burned! For a change, the law was not standing between them, but yet, something else still was. "What is it now?" he groaned.
"Not in front of Binky," she told him haughtily.
"Selina," Bruce tried desperately to keep his anger from seething through his teeth with every word he spoke, "I have never known a cat more clingy!" He ignored the kitten's disapproving mewls. "And, besides, we've made love before in front of your kids!" Would they ever be their kids?! he wondered desperately.
"This is different," she tried to explain. "Binky isn't ready. I haven't talked to him about . . . about you know . . . " She waved a hand. "He's just a baby, barely off of his bottle!"
He stopped and stared at her. "You bottlefed him?"
"When I saved him, his eyes were not even open yet." She watched her beloved's emotions flicker over his face as she gave him that information with some pride. He still had a long way to come, but at least, he did care for cats. She had taught him to love animals, even if he would never love them as much as he loved the bastard humans who seemed so intent to make every true innocent's life a living Hell. "Yes, I bottlefed him," she continued. "Where do you think I've been every night for the last three weeks?"
He hadn't known. All he had known, for sure, was that she had disappeared again and was far too achingly void from his life, and his arms and bed. "Selina." He reached for her again but stopped, his fury roaring silently within him, as the Batsignal lit the night sky.
Her pout was truly sad this time. "Go," she told him.
"You know I have to."
"I know you think you have to."
"Call me when he gets older?"
"You bet." She meowed, causing his hormones to race even harder within him and drowning out her own baby's mew. "You're the only man, or bat, I'll ever call."
He wanted to tell her that she was the only woman to whom he would ever turn, the only one he'd ever want to share his bed again or his life forever. He wanted to tell her he loved her and could wait until she was ready to give up her wicked ways and come to him in full, but he could hear rapid gunfire exploding a little more than a block away. Her kitten cried with fright, and Selina turned to comfort him. When she turned back, Batman was gone, but she smiled, though sadness still haunted her grin, for she knew he'd be back. They'd always come back to each other.
Catwoman shifted her backpack around to her arms, lifted her kitten, and cuddled him close. She looked up to the Batsignal glowing in the night, and his big eyes followed her gaze. "Mewl?" he asked, batting gently at his mother's cheek with a single, slender paw.
"That was your daddy, baby," Selina told him, hugging him as tightly as she dared do without hurting him. "He'll be back."
"Meow." She laughed as the little kitten again batted at her with a seemingly knowing grin curving his teeny, furry mouth and lighting his green eyes. He already knew truths it had taken them so long to figure out. They were destined for each other, and though their duties might delay their union, they'd always come together again. She just hoped that, one night, that union would be made permanent. She purred and headed home, her bags full of new diamonds and money to buy her babies more food and the cats of the world better and further protection.
The End
Title: "Playing with Fire"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het
Challenge: Peja's 24-hour challenge for "Playing with fire" on 21/11/08
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne and Selina "Catwoman" Kyle are © & TM DC comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She lay amongst them, stretching leisurely and enjoying the feel of so many against her lithe body. She watched from green eyes as her children enjoyed having so many at their deploy. Some rolled amongst them while others stretched. One was too busy cleaning herself to take much leisurely interest in anything at the moment, but most were repeatedly throwing the greenbacks up and catching them. Selina laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the vault.
She let them enjoy the free abandon to play in the abundance of money for just a few seconds, then started stuffing everything into bags. A sudden mew caused her to pause and look in the bag. She chuckled as she withdrew one of her younger furbabies and placed a gentle kiss on the little cat's tiny head before placing her back on the floor with the others.
Catwoman grew serious as she quickly finished filling the bags. She enjoyed playing with fire, but she knew the clock was ticking and she had to be fast. When she was she done, she surveyed the emptied vault with a purrfectly satisfied smile that lit the fire in her emerald orbs. Brucey never should have refused her request for a donation for her cause!
"Scat, cats!" she called out the command to leave, and they all ran together with her in their midst. She made certain every single feline made their escape together with herself and also that a solitary strand of fur remained in the vault to mark their presence clearly. "The Bat's gonna learn, darrrlings," she spoke to her children as they raced through the night to the freedom of their home, "when you play with fire and taunt the flames, you get burned." Her purring laughter echoed into the dark. She would love to see Bruce's face when he saw his bank vault!
The End
Title: "Playing with the Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne and Selina "Catwoman" Kyle are © & TM DC Comics and are used without permission. All other characters and everything else is © & TM Pirate Turner. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction.
Two piercing blue eyes flew open in the dark room only to come face to face with a pair of tiny green eyes. The man arched a single eyebrow at the kitten, and it quickly scampered off of his bare chest. His eyes started to close again but flew back open before they could even shut completely as he felt various parts of the bed bobbing up and down. His head raised from his pillow, and his expert scanning gaze did not have far to travel before it spotted the small, furry figures jumping up and down on the bed. His blazing glare made the cats calm again, and he shut his eyes once more.
He had no sooner began to fall back to sleep when he felt the bed moving again and then sensed eyes upon him. His blue eyes flew open once more. Looking upward, he saw two gleaming eyes staring down at him as the cat arched in the beginning stages of a pounce. Before the Bat could even move, the cat leapt, but a single, stern shake of his head and a menacing glare set the cat to changing position in mid-air. Batman's eyes widened in wonder as he watched the cat actually reverse in the very air above his head, sail back up, and return to the headboard. Stifling a sigh, Batman closed his eyes and again attempted to return to sleep.
When the shaking of the bed and the movements in the room caused Batman to open his eyes a third time, he again found himself staring up at yet another cat. He shot another glare at the mischievous feline, but this cat dared to leap nonetheless. He started to turn but stopped when he saw the cat change direction. Instead of reversing like the one before it had, the latest cat landed on top of Catwoman's naked chest. Batman watched as his lover scooped the cat into one arm and turned over, murmuring softly to it the entire while but never once waking. He shook his head in disbelief.
The steely gaze of the Batman watched the cats' antics for a few more minutes, but when he saw that they had no intention of calming down and that Catwoman was not going to awaken to handle her children, he finally sighed and turned over himself. He should have been used to all of her cats and their playful attempts and games while the humans slept, but he just could not seem to make himself used to handling them . . . and had yet to learn how to deal with them at night other than simply ignoring them. His strong arm wrapped gently around Catwoman's slender waist. He curled up against her back as he pulled her to him and snuggled her luscious form in close to his hard chest. His nose buried into her delicious, silky hair, and he closed his eyes for one final time that night. Even as the felines continued to play all around him, mercilessly bouncing the bed, Batman knew that all the cats in the world were a small price to pay for the woman he loved.
The End
Title: "Ringing in the New Year"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 31 December, 2011
Challenge: For the Gen-Drabble LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Gotham City, and any other characters mentioned within are © & TM DC comics, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
This was her favorite part of their yearly festivities, Selina reflected, her emerald eyes drifting shut beneath her mask in sweet anticipation. She loved letting her babies unwrap their presents, watching them play with their jewels and catnip mice, and wowing her man with a better present each year, but always most of all, she enjoyed catching her Bat underneath the mistletoe.
He didn't fight against her whip as the clcok chimed midnight. He simply took her in his arms and ravished her passionately and lovingly into the new year. Gotham rejoiced, but none more beautifully than their entwined hearts.
The End
Title: "Secret Grass"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"Who did WHAT?!" Everybody in the comm link was surprised that the Martian Manhunter was who bellowed the words circling through all their shocked minds.
"Batman's doing drugs," Flash repeated with uncharacteristic slowness.
"How can that be?" puzzled Superman aloud. The other interlinked members of the Justice League of America were quiet, but they all knew they were thinking the same thing. Batman was one of their most honorable members; he was more steadfastly loyal to doing right than Superman was to his blue tights and red cape. The mere notion that the great Batman would be the one amongst their remaining number to fall first was unthinkable, and yet, it had happened.
"Are you sure?" Wonder Woman questioned.
"His eyes were red. His speech was slurred."
"He could have been drunk," Hawkgirl offered.
"I saw him smoking."
"Marijuana?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Wonder Woman's right," Superman stated firmly. "What matters is that he's doing it, and it has to stop."
An hour later, the entire team converged on Wayne Manor. Alfred let them in, sniffing disdainfully; his disapproval of and disdain for his Master's recent activities were clear from the moment he opened the door. He showed them to Master Wayne's bedroom, then left them alone.
Bruce's eyes were still bloodshot when he opened the door. His black hair was disheveled, and his boxers barely hanging on his hips. Yet he still managed to look deadly furious at the interruption. "Wuzzit meanin' o' dis?"
"I believe you know why we're here," Wally started.
"What's wrong with you, Bruce?" Diana asked softly. She neither moved away from Kendra or looked at her as she touched her shoulder gently.
"What's wrong wid me," Bruce slurred, eyes flashing fiercely, "is I take one night off, and I wake up to all o' you at my bedroom door. ALFRED!"
"Leave the butler out of this."
"What are you going to do? Throw us out?"
"Bruce, I'm worried about you."
"Huh, guys," Clark, who had turned his X-ray vision onto their questionable team mate's bedroom, began to warn them of the truth but didn't manage to finish his statement before a beautiful brunette prowled forward and draped her barely clad body over Bruce's naked torso. "Brrruce," she purred, "I thought you said your team mates would leave us alone?"
"I thought they'd have the decency to do so, Selina. I'm sorry."
Only Diana's eyes zeroed in on the joint the woman held. She leaned forward and sniffed it.
"HEY!" Selina screeched, snatching away from her and yet keeping a possessive grip on her boyfriend. "GET YOUR OWN CATNIP!" She pulled Bruce back into his bedroom and slammed the door in all their faces.
"CATNIP?!" the team bellowed together.
Bruce sighed. He was never going to live this one down! But then he smiled and turned back to his love. It was worth it to be in her arms. Purring, Selina tossed the joint away and wrapped herself around Bruce. Her passionate kiss reminded him anything was worth paying to keep her.
The End
Title: "Silhouette"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Jack, whose shadow I watched and was thus inspired by
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Catwoman and Batman are © & TM DC comics, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She watched his silhouette as he passed beneath her, a purr rumbling deep within her throat. If she had had a tail, it would have swished in the cool night air to the rhythm of her heart that his mere presence set to beating harder and louder. She understood why he created such a devilishly wicked image for himself. It was one that inspired fear in the hearts of the bravest men, but to her, it would always be the image of the man she loved and the only one outside her cats who had ever loved her in return.
The End
Title: "Silly Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He had known that he would have a difficult time tonight, ignoring Gotham's cries and hoping all the while that the Batsignal would not flare as he focused on his lady love like he'd promised her he would. He'd known that it would be hard for him to shut out everything else, but he had not expected this. He had not anticipated being surrounded in her home, and especially not by such a multitude.
Okay, Bruce thought with a mental sigh, so he had expected to be surrounded by cats -- you couldn't date the self-proclaimed mother of all cats without having them crowd all over you --, but he still had not expected this! There were cats perched and laying on every available space, covering the entire apartment except the cushions where he and Selina sat. Not one of them was paying any attention to him.
Miguel and O'Hara were between his feet; he could feel them rubbing their little, furry heads over his designer, leather shoes when they weren't stroking one another. Roger and Steve were behind him on the back of the couch; from the way they licked each other, one would have almost thought they'd discovered a feast in each other's ears! Sam had the water bowl covered; no one approached it without first giving him a lick on the nose.
Stripes and Ruby were perched on top of the television that continued to play an action movie in which Bruce had long ago lost any interest. While Stripes nuzzled Ruby with his furry face, his striped tail did double time, swishing below the television and enticing Sapphire to play with it.
Onyx and Princess cuddled on Selina's other side. He had been amused by the way they'd been gently reaching out and touching each other's nose, whiskers, paws, and other body parts until the activity in the rest of the cathouse had broken through Bruce's concentration on Selina. Now, they continued to not only touch each other but to also do other things which he would much certainly prefer not to witness.
Sammy's purr ricocheted through the room as Midnight bathed her ear; her purr was amazingly loud, drowning out the racket of the TV. Hers was not the only purr in the room but merely the loudest. Nearly every cat in the room and, he suspected, the entire apartment was purring and doing other things about which he tried hard not to think as Selina's warm and willing body nestled into his side.
His arm was wrapped around her. His fingers ached to crawl up her length and find more seductive territory, but every time they started to move, as he watched the cats instead of the movie, Bruce stiffened them, stopping their movement and curtailing his baser instincts.
He was not a voyeur, and even if he had been interested in such, cats certainly did not turn him on! Only one cat, only one woman, still held that privilege, and he would give her the night for which she had asked.
"Brrruce, darrrling," Selina purred, suddenly shifting her body so that she now lay in his lap, straddling the bulge in his pants and arching her full breasts against his muscular chest, "stop fighting it. Do you really think I invited you over just to watch a movie? You silly, silly bat!" She meowed, licked her lips, and then pressed her mouth to his. It only took one single, passionate kiss to make him hers for the rest of the night.
Selina purred joyously; her rear end sashayed as though she had a swishing tail. She'd have to remember to throw out the catnip before he arrived every time he came from now on!
The End
Title: "To Tame A Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 11 October, 2011
Challenge: For the 100WordStories LJ comm's bi-weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Gotham City, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM DC comics, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Batman sweeps in over Catwoman's sprawled babies. As wild as she is, he is just as tamed. He'll always stay close to Gotham, doing all he can to protect her. He'll never leave her for long, and yet his beloved Catwoman, though she loves her babies every bit as much, has no such ties.
They go where she goes. She'll take them to the ends of the earth if she chooses. He smiles. He'd do all he could to follow if she did. It's not really Gotham that's tamed him. It's her, and he'll come back to her every time.
The End
Title: "Unmasked Lovers"
Author: Pirate Turner
For: My beloved Jack and our babies as a bit of a Halloween/Samhain/Anniversary present in this chaotic time of our lives
Rating: R
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Established Pairing
Word Count (excluding heading): 1,851
Date Written: 26 October, 2010
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, all Bat-items, Gotham City, and any other recognizable characters/items mentioned within are © & TM DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He knew before he even set foot upon the rooftop that the Commissioner was not there and had not been the one to call him this night. There was something different about tonight's calling, something not quite right and yet that sang of a hopeful encounter. Although the police were the only ones who were supposed to use his signal, he had also been called to this very rooftop through the same method many times before by ones who had never worn a badge. It had, on occasion, been a trick to lure him into a trap, but often, too, it had been a signal from the one woman who he would always love more than any one else but whom he also could never have as his own.
Sometimes Bruce thought about hanging up his Batman costume, and though the loss that made him think about retiring was sometimes completely unrelated to his love, most of the time it was because of this one wonderful woman who refused to walk the straight line. He had even gotten her to try to be on his side of the law a few times, but she always went back across the line and, he knew, she always would. She could never fight the good fight for long for she lived by a different set of morals, by her own laws. She would never understand that, in order to truly be a force of good, the hero, or heroine as the case may be, could never stoop to the same lows as the villain, and whereas he had tried to explain the matter to her many times, Bruce knew that she would never understand and could never live the way he did. It just wasn't in her furry nature.
A wry grin twisted the Batman's lips. Had he just cracked a joke? If only the children could have heard him! No matter his sidekick at the time, whether it be any of the Robins whom he had loved, Batgirl, or even some fill-in kid, they all always thought that he was without a single humor bone in his body, and indeed they were, for the most part, right. Only she could bring out the lighter side of the Bat. Only she could lift his dark thoughts and shine hope again into his world that was always growing darker without her presence shining like a beacon of hope inside of it.
He wondered where she'd been this time. He'd not seen her in months and knew that she'd undoubtedly been working on some case to help some poor animal souls somewhere. She was every bit as much devoted to her cause of protecting animals, and especially her beloved cats, as he was to saving mankind, and that was yet another thing that continued to drive them apart. Bruce loved animals -- she had taught him that love over the years --, but he could never stand to the side and let her do to the hunters of the world what she longed to do to them. It wasn't that they didn't deserve it, he reflected. It was simply that, as wrong as their doings were, they were still within the law, and besides, where his love wanted to kill them, he could never commit a crime or stand idly by and let one be committed.
He hung his head as he touched down upon the roof of the police headquarters. She was not the one who stood in their way. As much as he hated to admit it, even in silence to himself, he knew the truth. He was the one who continued to force their inevitable separations, but he could not change himself no more than she could change herself.
His keen eyes flitted around his surroundings as he landed, and a pout pulled at the straight line of his mouth. The place appeared deserted, completely empty save for the Batsignal and a few chairs pushed against one wall. Had he been wrong? He stepped forward, and a gentle wind rustled his cape.
A few more steps carried him pass the brightest edges of the light, and he was able to spy a few more things upon the roof. Looking closer, he realized that they were pumpkins. His blue eyes widened. Although they were carved, they were not ordinary jack-o-lanterns. Indeed they were not even grinning. He picked up the nearest one to make a closer inspection and smiled.
She had definitely been here for he would recognize the marks of her deadly (but wonderful on his back when they were not fighting) claws anywhere! "Selina . . . " he murmured, inspecting the carving of a bat with pride. He sat the first pumpkin down and picked up the second. His grin grew as he recognized the cat carved into its orange surface.
The next pumpkin almost caused his mask of the Batman to fall away as laughter nearly escaped him. The cat was now upon the bat's trail! She had truly outdone herself on these pumpkins, he thought, marveling at the artwork, as he picked up one after another. Each pumpkin wore a new scene depicting the cat's chasing and eventual catching of the bat until, upon the very last pumpkin, the one set directly before the signal itself, where the cat had caught the bat, she licked him!
He could stand it no longer. Thoroughly delighted in his lady love's artwork, Bruce threw his head back and laughed deeply until the sound of a rumbling purr came to his ears. He looked around but did not yet see her.
"I'm glad you like it," Catwoman purred as she stepped into the light.
"This is my treat," he announced, grinning and looking warily at her beauty. "Do I get a trick too?"
He stood his ground as she snapped her whip out and around his shoulders. It struck him with surprising gentility for the blow. The knowledge of what was to come deepened the curve of his soft and supple lips a split second before the whip tightened around him and she began to pull him to her. He grinned at her, feeling uncharacteristically impish, and his following wink was the only warning she received before he grasped the whip, snatched it away from her control, and yanked both whip and woman into his waiting arms.
Catwoman gasped in surprise, but her gasp transformed just as swiftly into a deep and husky purr as he had acted to bring her to the hold of his arms where she belonged. She pressed her body against his, and they felt every inch of each other's burning, muscular bodies through their tight, leather costumes. "Feeling batty tonight, lover?" Catwoman breathed as she leaned up and positioned her lips a mere breath from his. Her smile, in which both love and mischief mingled, grew as she admitted, "Me too." Without giving him a chance to respond, she closed the tiny distance remaining between them as she seductively dragged her tongue across his heated lips.
His reaction was immediate, and her purr deepened as she felt the rising, stiff alert of his most private Batarang against her own hot core. She rubbed herself against him as she offered, "You've always been the one to provide the trick, Batsy. It's up to you. This is a night full of magic and possibilities intended for the wearing of masks and costumes. Do you want all the treats I have to offer you, or must you purrsist in our love being a trick?"
Batman frowned. "I . . . wouldn't call it a trick . . . " he said, fumbling for the right words. He knew exactly what she was hinting at with her teasing words, and he felt a different kind of heat, an embarrassed heat that rarely touched him, fanning him inside of his Batsuit. It was true. He was the one who stood between their being together, but he had no choice. He could no more change who he was than she could be a good girl.
And did he really want her to be a good girl? a small voice in the back of his mind argued. He loved her for all that she was, and if she ever dulled herself or forced herself to change to meet the conformities of other's opinions, she would not be the same strong, brave, and wonderful woman whom he loved so much that at times it even hurt. Hurt because they could not be together, he knew, and he was indeed guilty of forcing their relationship to be the trick she called it.
He blew out a breath of frustration, and she cupped his handsome face in her loving hands. "It doesn't always have to be that way."
"Catwoman," he spoke, placing his hands over her gloved hands and rubbing her soft, satiny flesh gently through the leather, "you know I can't . . . "
"I know," she agreed in a soft, breathy purr and nodded, "and I'm not asking you to do anything you can't, Bruce. I'm asking for one night only, this night, this night made for magick and possibilities, for the wearing of costumes and having spooktacular fun. Let the rest of the world run around in masks tonight, but not us. We don't have to wear masks between each other. There doesn't have to be anything between us save what already is."
"I know you can't change, no more than I can, and I'm not asking you to do so. I'm just asking you to love me, to let the world go by this one night and love me like you mean it." Her emerald eyes glistened behind her mask. "Like there's no tomorrow. Like this one night will last us forever, because it is forever for us." She searched his shining, baby blue orbs. "Can you do that?"
He took her left hand down from his face and gently drew her long glove off. Then he repeated the same maneuver with her right hand and stripped his own gauntlets off. Gazing into her eyes, he held her hands, and their fingers entwined. Though his head was nowhere near her breast and he knew that it was physically impossible, he could hear her heart beating fast and strong but also scared. He could hear it beating for his beat the same rhythm and was one with hers.
Letting go of her hands, he boldly unmasked himself first and then delicately drew her own mask off. "I always do," he told her in his deep, emotionally-etched voice, "and I always will. I love you, Selina and Catwoman, and nothing's ever going to change the way I feel for you even if we can't change ourselves!" Then, taking her beautiful face into his hands and burying his aching, searching fingers into her silken, raven locks, he kissed her long and deep. She purred her eternal love for him alone as she melted into him, their bodies becoming one as they were always meant to be underneath the bright Halloween moonlight.
The End
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabblish
Word Count: 400
Date Written: 23 June, 2012
Challenge: For a FurryFicdom LJ comm's monthly challenge
Award: FurryFicdom's Drabble of the Month for June 2012
Disclaimer: Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Bruce "Batman" Wayne, all other recognizable characters mentioned within, and Gotham City are © & TM DC comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He knew she was out and on the prowl two blocks before he actually reached her hiding spot. He could smell her scent. Unlike all the other women both Bruce Wayne and Batman knew, Selina Kyle didn't bother with perfumes when she let her Catwoman out to play. Her own, natural aroma was far more alluring than anything that could be bought on the market or off. It was also purrfectly feline, hinted of the jungle, and was completely right for the Catwoman.
In addition to all its other attributes, Catwoman's scent had the uncanny ability to drive Batman wild. He followed it through the blocks that separated them as she moved off in the opposite direction in, he hoped, search of him. He was glad it was a slow night and that, for a change, most of his worse enemies were already locked up in Arkham and had not yet managed to break free. Of course, that meant he only had another one or two nights before a major asylum break, but he would make those nights last and be the best he could.
He rounded the corner and let her take him by apparent surprise. Her whip snapped through the night air and snagged him around his neck. Acting the part she expected, he exclaimed, "Catwoman!"
Her deep, throaty purr immediately made him hard. "That's my name," she teased, slinking forth from the shadows that were as much a part of her as they were of him, "don't wear it out unless you want to scrrream it in pleasurrre."
A rare smile curved his lips. "Maybe I do."
"Good." Still purring, she swooped down onto him. Her legs wrapped around his strong body; her claws ran lightly down his uniformed chest. Her tail whipped about in the silver light of the full moon. "Because I want to play."
He leaned forward and caught her by true surprise as his lips touched upon hers. Her mouth opened with a purr underneath his, and their tongues slid together. She wasn't the only one who wanted to play. Tonight, Batman wanted to play, too, and play he would while he could, always hoping, but knowing, their time together would never last long enough to satisfy either of them. He could always catch her again, however, he thought, smiling coyly around her hot and ready mouth, or allow her to catch him.
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Title: "The Only Bat"
Author: Kat Lee
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"What's that?" Batman demanded.
"What's it look like?" Catwoman returned, her tone and glowing, emerald eyes stating clearly that her tail was already swishing with agitation he caused.
"Mew."
"I'm used to you bringing them to work, Catwoman, but can't you admit that carrying one around with you, when you're jumping and climbing high buildings like this, is a bit much?"
"Don't tell me how to raise my kittens," she growled, unsheathing her claws as he stepped closer.
Batman spread his hands apart and open, gloved palms up, before him. "I don't want to fight you tonight, Catwoman." In truth, he never wanted to fight her. He wanted to make love with and to her. He wanted her to fight beside him. He wanted to save her from the darkness that he knew was within her, a darkness far too much like his own. But he never really wanted to fight her. He only fought her when there were innocents at stake, or she was breaking the law, which always put innocents in danger. And now, the aggravating woman was putting one of her own cherished lives in danger!
"Bruce," Selina sighed, dropping the act of being strictly professional and using their code names, "Binky had to come with me." Her perfectly shaped and voluptuous lips, the lips that haunted his dreams, pulled down into a pout that Bruce found both undeniably attractive and worrisome.
"You don't have to come out every night."
"I can't stay home every night, either, not if I want to save those who you don't fight for," she snarled, "and who really can't fight for themselves against the murderous humans you protect!"
He stifled the sigh rising in his throat. He had to tread carefully here. She was already ready to throw him off of the building! "Is he okay?" he asked, looking again to the little kitten hiding in the backpack on her back.
"As okay as can be expected on a cold night."
"Mew."
Bruce's stealthy eyes darted between woman and cat. Then, he moved with the uncanny speed which was only one of the many attributes the Batman was renowned for and wrapped both in his long, black cape. His body pressed closely against hers. He could feel the kitten shivering because of the way the backpack trembled slightly, but he knew his mistress trembled for an entirely different reason. "Selina," Bruce spoke again, his voice lower and softer. He reached out and touched her face.
She purred and leaned her beautiful face into his tentative touch. He drew his thumb softly across her mask and then traced her lips with his fingers. She turned her head instinctively up. He angled in for the kiss they both wanted, but then she pulled away.
"Argh!" He couldn't stop his frustration from exploding. He wanted the woman he loved so badly he burned! For a change, the law was not standing between them, but yet, something else still was. "What is it now?" he groaned.
"Not in front of Binky," she told him haughtily.
"Selina," Bruce tried desperately to keep his anger from seething through his teeth with every word he spoke, "I have never known a cat more clingy!" He ignored the kitten's disapproving mewls. "And, besides, we've made love before in front of your kids!" Would they ever be their kids?! he wondered desperately.
"This is different," she tried to explain. "Binky isn't ready. I haven't talked to him about . . . about you know . . . " She waved a hand. "He's just a baby, barely off of his bottle!"
He stopped and stared at her. "You bottlefed him?"
"When I saved him, his eyes were not even open yet." She watched her beloved's emotions flicker over his face as she gave him that information with some pride. He still had a long way to come, but at least, he did care for cats. She had taught him to love animals, even if he would never love them as much as he loved the bastard humans who seemed so intent to make every true innocent's life a living Hell. "Yes, I bottlefed him," she continued. "Where do you think I've been every night for the last three weeks?"
He hadn't known. All he had known, for sure, was that she had disappeared again and was far too achingly void from his life, and his arms and bed. "Selina." He reached for her again but stopped, his fury roaring silently within him, as the Batsignal lit the night sky.
Her pout was truly sad this time. "Go," she told him.
"You know I have to."
"I know you think you have to."
"Call me when he gets older?"
"You bet." She meowed, causing his hormones to race even harder within him and drowning out her own baby's mew. "You're the only man, or bat, I'll ever call."
He wanted to tell her that she was the only woman to whom he would ever turn, the only one he'd ever want to share his bed again or his life forever. He wanted to tell her he loved her and could wait until she was ready to give up her wicked ways and come to him in full, but he could hear rapid gunfire exploding a little more than a block away. Her kitten cried with fright, and Selina turned to comfort him. When she turned back, Batman was gone, but she smiled, though sadness still haunted her grin, for she knew he'd be back. They'd always come back to each other.
Catwoman shifted her backpack around to her arms, lifted her kitten, and cuddled him close. She looked up to the Batsignal glowing in the night, and his big eyes followed her gaze. "Mewl?" he asked, batting gently at his mother's cheek with a single, slender paw.
"That was your daddy, baby," Selina told him, hugging him as tightly as she dared do without hurting him. "He'll be back."
"Meow." She laughed as the little kitten again batted at her with a seemingly knowing grin curving his teeny, furry mouth and lighting his green eyes. He already knew truths it had taken them so long to figure out. They were destined for each other, and though their duties might delay their union, they'd always come together again. She just hoped that, one night, that union would be made permanent. She purred and headed home, her bags full of new diamonds and money to buy her babies more food and the cats of the world better and further protection.
The End
Title: "Playing with Fire"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het
Challenge: Peja's 24-hour challenge for "Playing with fire" on 21/11/08
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne and Selina "Catwoman" Kyle are © & TM DC comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She lay amongst them, stretching leisurely and enjoying the feel of so many against her lithe body. She watched from green eyes as her children enjoyed having so many at their deploy. Some rolled amongst them while others stretched. One was too busy cleaning herself to take much leisurely interest in anything at the moment, but most were repeatedly throwing the greenbacks up and catching them. Selina laughed, and the musical sound echoed in the vault.
She let them enjoy the free abandon to play in the abundance of money for just a few seconds, then started stuffing everything into bags. A sudden mew caused her to pause and look in the bag. She chuckled as she withdrew one of her younger furbabies and placed a gentle kiss on the little cat's tiny head before placing her back on the floor with the others.
Catwoman grew serious as she quickly finished filling the bags. She enjoyed playing with fire, but she knew the clock was ticking and she had to be fast. When she was she done, she surveyed the emptied vault with a purrfectly satisfied smile that lit the fire in her emerald orbs. Brucey never should have refused her request for a donation for her cause!
"Scat, cats!" she called out the command to leave, and they all ran together with her in their midst. She made certain every single feline made their escape together with herself and also that a solitary strand of fur remained in the vault to mark their presence clearly. "The Bat's gonna learn, darrrlings," she spoke to her children as they raced through the night to the freedom of their home, "when you play with fire and taunt the flames, you get burned." Her purring laughter echoed into the dark. She would love to see Bruce's face when he saw his bank vault!
The End
Title: "Playing with the Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne and Selina "Catwoman" Kyle are © & TM DC Comics and are used without permission. All other characters and everything else is © & TM Pirate Turner. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction.
Two piercing blue eyes flew open in the dark room only to come face to face with a pair of tiny green eyes. The man arched a single eyebrow at the kitten, and it quickly scampered off of his bare chest. His eyes started to close again but flew back open before they could even shut completely as he felt various parts of the bed bobbing up and down. His head raised from his pillow, and his expert scanning gaze did not have far to travel before it spotted the small, furry figures jumping up and down on the bed. His blazing glare made the cats calm again, and he shut his eyes once more.
He had no sooner began to fall back to sleep when he felt the bed moving again and then sensed eyes upon him. His blue eyes flew open once more. Looking upward, he saw two gleaming eyes staring down at him as the cat arched in the beginning stages of a pounce. Before the Bat could even move, the cat leapt, but a single, stern shake of his head and a menacing glare set the cat to changing position in mid-air. Batman's eyes widened in wonder as he watched the cat actually reverse in the very air above his head, sail back up, and return to the headboard. Stifling a sigh, Batman closed his eyes and again attempted to return to sleep.
When the shaking of the bed and the movements in the room caused Batman to open his eyes a third time, he again found himself staring up at yet another cat. He shot another glare at the mischievous feline, but this cat dared to leap nonetheless. He started to turn but stopped when he saw the cat change direction. Instead of reversing like the one before it had, the latest cat landed on top of Catwoman's naked chest. Batman watched as his lover scooped the cat into one arm and turned over, murmuring softly to it the entire while but never once waking. He shook his head in disbelief.
The steely gaze of the Batman watched the cats' antics for a few more minutes, but when he saw that they had no intention of calming down and that Catwoman was not going to awaken to handle her children, he finally sighed and turned over himself. He should have been used to all of her cats and their playful attempts and games while the humans slept, but he just could not seem to make himself used to handling them . . . and had yet to learn how to deal with them at night other than simply ignoring them. His strong arm wrapped gently around Catwoman's slender waist. He curled up against her back as he pulled her to him and snuggled her luscious form in close to his hard chest. His nose buried into her delicious, silky hair, and he closed his eyes for one final time that night. Even as the felines continued to play all around him, mercilessly bouncing the bed, Batman knew that all the cats in the world were a small price to pay for the woman he loved.
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Title: "Ringing in the New Year"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 31 December, 2011
Challenge: For the Gen-Drabble LJ comm's weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Gotham City, and any other characters mentioned within are © & TM DC comics, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
This was her favorite part of their yearly festivities, Selina reflected, her emerald eyes drifting shut beneath her mask in sweet anticipation. She loved letting her babies unwrap their presents, watching them play with their jewels and catnip mice, and wowing her man with a better present each year, but always most of all, she enjoyed catching her Bat underneath the mistletoe.
He didn't fight against her whip as the clcok chimed midnight. He simply took her in his arms and ravished her passionately and lovingly into the new year. Gotham rejoiced, but none more beautifully than their entwined hearts.
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Title: "Secret Grass"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
"Who did WHAT?!" Everybody in the comm link was surprised that the Martian Manhunter was who bellowed the words circling through all their shocked minds.
"Batman's doing drugs," Flash repeated with uncharacteristic slowness.
"How can that be?" puzzled Superman aloud. The other interlinked members of the Justice League of America were quiet, but they all knew they were thinking the same thing. Batman was one of their most honorable members; he was more steadfastly loyal to doing right than Superman was to his blue tights and red cape. The mere notion that the great Batman would be the one amongst their remaining number to fall first was unthinkable, and yet, it had happened.
"Are you sure?" Wonder Woman questioned.
"His eyes were red. His speech was slurred."
"He could have been drunk," Hawkgirl offered.
"I saw him smoking."
"Marijuana?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Wonder Woman's right," Superman stated firmly. "What matters is that he's doing it, and it has to stop."
An hour later, the entire team converged on Wayne Manor. Alfred let them in, sniffing disdainfully; his disapproval of and disdain for his Master's recent activities were clear from the moment he opened the door. He showed them to Master Wayne's bedroom, then left them alone.
Bruce's eyes were still bloodshot when he opened the door. His black hair was disheveled, and his boxers barely hanging on his hips. Yet he still managed to look deadly furious at the interruption. "Wuzzit meanin' o' dis?"
"I believe you know why we're here," Wally started.
"What's wrong with you, Bruce?" Diana asked softly. She neither moved away from Kendra or looked at her as she touched her shoulder gently.
"What's wrong wid me," Bruce slurred, eyes flashing fiercely, "is I take one night off, and I wake up to all o' you at my bedroom door. ALFRED!"
"Leave the butler out of this."
"What are you going to do? Throw us out?"
"Bruce, I'm worried about you."
"Huh, guys," Clark, who had turned his X-ray vision onto their questionable team mate's bedroom, began to warn them of the truth but didn't manage to finish his statement before a beautiful brunette prowled forward and draped her barely clad body over Bruce's naked torso. "Brrruce," she purred, "I thought you said your team mates would leave us alone?"
"I thought they'd have the decency to do so, Selina. I'm sorry."
Only Diana's eyes zeroed in on the joint the woman held. She leaned forward and sniffed it.
"HEY!" Selina screeched, snatching away from her and yet keeping a possessive grip on her boyfriend. "GET YOUR OWN CATNIP!" She pulled Bruce back into his bedroom and slammed the door in all their faces.
"CATNIP?!" the team bellowed together.
Bruce sighed. He was never going to live this one down! But then he smiled and turned back to his love. It was worth it to be in her arms. Purring, Selina tossed the joint away and wrapped herself around Bruce. Her passionate kiss reminded him anything was worth paying to keep her.
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Title: "Silhouette"
Author: Pirate Turner
Dedicated To: My beloved Jack, whose shadow I watched and was thus inspired by
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Catwoman and Batman are © & TM DC comics, not the author. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
She watched his silhouette as he passed beneath her, a purr rumbling deep within her throat. If she had had a tail, it would have swished in the cool night air to the rhythm of her heart that his mere presence set to beating harder and louder. She understood why he created such a devilishly wicked image for himself. It was one that inspired fear in the hearts of the bravest men, but to her, it would always be the image of the man she loved and the only one outside her cats who had ever loved her in return.
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Title: "Silly Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: PG-13
Summary:
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, names, codenames, places, items, fandoms, titles, and etc. are always © & TM their respective owners, not the author, and are used without permission. Any and all original characters and everything else is © & TM the author and may not be reproduced in any way without the author's express, written permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He had known that he would have a difficult time tonight, ignoring Gotham's cries and hoping all the while that the Batsignal would not flare as he focused on his lady love like he'd promised her he would. He'd known that it would be hard for him to shut out everything else, but he had not expected this. He had not anticipated being surrounded in her home, and especially not by such a multitude.
Okay, Bruce thought with a mental sigh, so he had expected to be surrounded by cats -- you couldn't date the self-proclaimed mother of all cats without having them crowd all over you --, but he still had not expected this! There were cats perched and laying on every available space, covering the entire apartment except the cushions where he and Selina sat. Not one of them was paying any attention to him.
Miguel and O'Hara were between his feet; he could feel them rubbing their little, furry heads over his designer, leather shoes when they weren't stroking one another. Roger and Steve were behind him on the back of the couch; from the way they licked each other, one would have almost thought they'd discovered a feast in each other's ears! Sam had the water bowl covered; no one approached it without first giving him a lick on the nose.
Stripes and Ruby were perched on top of the television that continued to play an action movie in which Bruce had long ago lost any interest. While Stripes nuzzled Ruby with his furry face, his striped tail did double time, swishing below the television and enticing Sapphire to play with it.
Onyx and Princess cuddled on Selina's other side. He had been amused by the way they'd been gently reaching out and touching each other's nose, whiskers, paws, and other body parts until the activity in the rest of the cathouse had broken through Bruce's concentration on Selina. Now, they continued to not only touch each other but to also do other things which he would much certainly prefer not to witness.
Sammy's purr ricocheted through the room as Midnight bathed her ear; her purr was amazingly loud, drowning out the racket of the TV. Hers was not the only purr in the room but merely the loudest. Nearly every cat in the room and, he suspected, the entire apartment was purring and doing other things about which he tried hard not to think as Selina's warm and willing body nestled into his side.
His arm was wrapped around her. His fingers ached to crawl up her length and find more seductive territory, but every time they started to move, as he watched the cats instead of the movie, Bruce stiffened them, stopping their movement and curtailing his baser instincts.
He was not a voyeur, and even if he had been interested in such, cats certainly did not turn him on! Only one cat, only one woman, still held that privilege, and he would give her the night for which she had asked.
"Brrruce, darrrling," Selina purred, suddenly shifting her body so that she now lay in his lap, straddling the bulge in his pants and arching her full breasts against his muscular chest, "stop fighting it. Do you really think I invited you over just to watch a movie? You silly, silly bat!" She meowed, licked her lips, and then pressed her mouth to his. It only took one single, passionate kiss to make him hers for the rest of the night.
Selina purred joyously; her rear end sashayed as though she had a swishing tail. She'd have to remember to throw out the catnip before he arrived every time he came from now on!
The End
Title: "To Tame A Bat"
Author: Pirate Turner
Rating: G
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Drabble
Word Count: 100
Date Written: 11 October, 2011
Challenge: For the 100WordStories LJ comm's bi-weekly challenge
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, Gotham City, and all other characters mentioned within are © & TM DC comics, not the author; are used without permission; and may not be used without permission. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Batman sweeps in over Catwoman's sprawled babies. As wild as she is, he is just as tamed. He'll always stay close to Gotham, doing all he can to protect her. He'll never leave her for long, and yet his beloved Catwoman, though she loves her babies every bit as much, has no such ties.
They go where she goes. She'll take them to the ends of the earth if she chooses. He smiles. He'd do all he could to follow if she did. It's not really Gotham that's tamed him. It's her, and he'll come back to her every time.
The End
Title: "Unmasked Lovers"
Author: Pirate Turner
For: My beloved Jack and our babies as a bit of a Halloween/Samhain/Anniversary present in this chaotic time of our lives
Rating: R
Summary:
Warnings: Het, Established Pairing
Word Count (excluding heading): 1,851
Date Written: 26 October, 2010
Disclaimer: Bruce "Batman" Wayne, Selina "Catwoman" Kyle, all Bat-items, Gotham City, and any other recognizable characters/items mentioned within are © & TM DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission. Everything else is © & TM the author. The author makes absolutely no profit off of this work of fan fiction, and no copyright infringement is intended.
He knew before he even set foot upon the rooftop that the Commissioner was not there and had not been the one to call him this night. There was something different about tonight's calling, something not quite right and yet that sang of a hopeful encounter. Although the police were the only ones who were supposed to use his signal, he had also been called to this very rooftop through the same method many times before by ones who had never worn a badge. It had, on occasion, been a trick to lure him into a trap, but often, too, it had been a signal from the one woman who he would always love more than any one else but whom he also could never have as his own.
Sometimes Bruce thought about hanging up his Batman costume, and though the loss that made him think about retiring was sometimes completely unrelated to his love, most of the time it was because of this one wonderful woman who refused to walk the straight line. He had even gotten her to try to be on his side of the law a few times, but she always went back across the line and, he knew, she always would. She could never fight the good fight for long for she lived by a different set of morals, by her own laws. She would never understand that, in order to truly be a force of good, the hero, or heroine as the case may be, could never stoop to the same lows as the villain, and whereas he had tried to explain the matter to her many times, Bruce knew that she would never understand and could never live the way he did. It just wasn't in her furry nature.
A wry grin twisted the Batman's lips. Had he just cracked a joke? If only the children could have heard him! No matter his sidekick at the time, whether it be any of the Robins whom he had loved, Batgirl, or even some fill-in kid, they all always thought that he was without a single humor bone in his body, and indeed they were, for the most part, right. Only she could bring out the lighter side of the Bat. Only she could lift his dark thoughts and shine hope again into his world that was always growing darker without her presence shining like a beacon of hope inside of it.
He wondered where she'd been this time. He'd not seen her in months and knew that she'd undoubtedly been working on some case to help some poor animal souls somewhere. She was every bit as much devoted to her cause of protecting animals, and especially her beloved cats, as he was to saving mankind, and that was yet another thing that continued to drive them apart. Bruce loved animals -- she had taught him that love over the years --, but he could never stand to the side and let her do to the hunters of the world what she longed to do to them. It wasn't that they didn't deserve it, he reflected. It was simply that, as wrong as their doings were, they were still within the law, and besides, where his love wanted to kill them, he could never commit a crime or stand idly by and let one be committed.
He hung his head as he touched down upon the roof of the police headquarters. She was not the one who stood in their way. As much as he hated to admit it, even in silence to himself, he knew the truth. He was the one who continued to force their inevitable separations, but he could not change himself no more than she could change herself.
His keen eyes flitted around his surroundings as he landed, and a pout pulled at the straight line of his mouth. The place appeared deserted, completely empty save for the Batsignal and a few chairs pushed against one wall. Had he been wrong? He stepped forward, and a gentle wind rustled his cape.
A few more steps carried him pass the brightest edges of the light, and he was able to spy a few more things upon the roof. Looking closer, he realized that they were pumpkins. His blue eyes widened. Although they were carved, they were not ordinary jack-o-lanterns. Indeed they were not even grinning. He picked up the nearest one to make a closer inspection and smiled.
She had definitely been here for he would recognize the marks of her deadly (but wonderful on his back when they were not fighting) claws anywhere! "Selina . . . " he murmured, inspecting the carving of a bat with pride. He sat the first pumpkin down and picked up the second. His grin grew as he recognized the cat carved into its orange surface.
The next pumpkin almost caused his mask of the Batman to fall away as laughter nearly escaped him. The cat was now upon the bat's trail! She had truly outdone herself on these pumpkins, he thought, marveling at the artwork, as he picked up one after another. Each pumpkin wore a new scene depicting the cat's chasing and eventual catching of the bat until, upon the very last pumpkin, the one set directly before the signal itself, where the cat had caught the bat, she licked him!
He could stand it no longer. Thoroughly delighted in his lady love's artwork, Bruce threw his head back and laughed deeply until the sound of a rumbling purr came to his ears. He looked around but did not yet see her.
"I'm glad you like it," Catwoman purred as she stepped into the light.
"This is my treat," he announced, grinning and looking warily at her beauty. "Do I get a trick too?"
He stood his ground as she snapped her whip out and around his shoulders. It struck him with surprising gentility for the blow. The knowledge of what was to come deepened the curve of his soft and supple lips a split second before the whip tightened around him and she began to pull him to her. He grinned at her, feeling uncharacteristically impish, and his following wink was the only warning she received before he grasped the whip, snatched it away from her control, and yanked both whip and woman into his waiting arms.
Catwoman gasped in surprise, but her gasp transformed just as swiftly into a deep and husky purr as he had acted to bring her to the hold of his arms where she belonged. She pressed her body against his, and they felt every inch of each other's burning, muscular bodies through their tight, leather costumes. "Feeling batty tonight, lover?" Catwoman breathed as she leaned up and positioned her lips a mere breath from his. Her smile, in which both love and mischief mingled, grew as she admitted, "Me too." Without giving him a chance to respond, she closed the tiny distance remaining between them as she seductively dragged her tongue across his heated lips.
His reaction was immediate, and her purr deepened as she felt the rising, stiff alert of his most private Batarang against her own hot core. She rubbed herself against him as she offered, "You've always been the one to provide the trick, Batsy. It's up to you. This is a night full of magic and possibilities intended for the wearing of masks and costumes. Do you want all the treats I have to offer you, or must you purrsist in our love being a trick?"
Batman frowned. "I . . . wouldn't call it a trick . . . " he said, fumbling for the right words. He knew exactly what she was hinting at with her teasing words, and he felt a different kind of heat, an embarrassed heat that rarely touched him, fanning him inside of his Batsuit. It was true. He was the one who stood between their being together, but he had no choice. He could no more change who he was than she could be a good girl.
And did he really want her to be a good girl? a small voice in the back of his mind argued. He loved her for all that she was, and if she ever dulled herself or forced herself to change to meet the conformities of other's opinions, she would not be the same strong, brave, and wonderful woman whom he loved so much that at times it even hurt. Hurt because they could not be together, he knew, and he was indeed guilty of forcing their relationship to be the trick she called it.
He blew out a breath of frustration, and she cupped his handsome face in her loving hands. "It doesn't always have to be that way."
"Catwoman," he spoke, placing his hands over her gloved hands and rubbing her soft, satiny flesh gently through the leather, "you know I can't . . . "
"I know," she agreed in a soft, breathy purr and nodded, "and I'm not asking you to do anything you can't, Bruce. I'm asking for one night only, this night, this night made for magick and possibilities, for the wearing of costumes and having spooktacular fun. Let the rest of the world run around in masks tonight, but not us. We don't have to wear masks between each other. There doesn't have to be anything between us save what already is."
"I know you can't change, no more than I can, and I'm not asking you to do so. I'm just asking you to love me, to let the world go by this one night and love me like you mean it." Her emerald eyes glistened behind her mask. "Like there's no tomorrow. Like this one night will last us forever, because it is forever for us." She searched his shining, baby blue orbs. "Can you do that?"
He took her left hand down from his face and gently drew her long glove off. Then he repeated the same maneuver with her right hand and stripped his own gauntlets off. Gazing into her eyes, he held her hands, and their fingers entwined. Though his head was nowhere near her breast and he knew that it was physically impossible, he could hear her heart beating fast and strong but also scared. He could hear it beating for his beat the same rhythm and was one with hers.
Letting go of her hands, he boldly unmasked himself first and then delicately drew her own mask off. "I always do," he told her in his deep, emotionally-etched voice, "and I always will. I love you, Selina and Catwoman, and nothing's ever going to change the way I feel for you even if we can't change ourselves!" Then, taking her beautiful face into his hands and burying his aching, searching fingers into her silken, raven locks, he kissed her long and deep. She purred her eternal love for him alone as she melted into him, their bodies becoming one as they were always meant to be underneath the bright Halloween moonlight.
The End
