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Batchicken
Title: Batchicken
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Batman/Catwoman (Bruce/Selina), Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writers_choice: #605: Chicken
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,095
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"What is it?" Selina asks, eyeing the thing before her through wary emerald eyes.
Ivy smiled; the other woman really did look like a cat. She wouldn't be a bit surprised if Selina suddenly reached out and slapped the bird to see if it would move or fight back. "What does it look like?" she returns, answering Selina's question with another whose answer should be obvious. Her gaze flits to her companion who's joyously playing with Selina's cats, then back to the Catwoman.
Selina cocks her head to one side, her pupils narrowing in concentration and then slowly widening. "I -- I -- " She smirks, then actually smiles for the first time in weeks. A sudden laugh escaping her lips makes all her felines look up and meow. They pad closer to her, and Harley pouts as they leave her side.
A kitten bumps the blonde's hand, though, and Selina would smile even larger if she noticed the two of them together. Harley begins to stroke the kitten, and when the kitten pauses to take a bath, the former therapist actually swings her legs around and copies the kitten's position on the floor.
Selina and Ivy are far too busy with the creature laid between them, however, to notice the blonde's antics. "Go ahead," Ivy coaxes. "You know what it is." Her grins widens.
"It's a Batchicken!" Selina exclaims with laughter that makes her babies meow. They don't know why she's finally happy again, but they're happy both for her and because they can smell the chicken and hope to get at least a bite of it.
Ivy's smile turns smug. "Indeed it is. I couldn't believe it when he heard what he'd done to you this time. You really do deserve better, Cat."
Selina's still gazing, startled, at the roasted chicken wearing a tiny, black cape and cowl. She shakes her head in amazement and finally lifts her eyes to the other woman. "You really are a genius, Ivy."
Ivy tosses her red hair behind her bare shoulders. "You're just now figuring that out?"
Selina laughs again, and it's music to the other woman's ears. She hates it when a guy wrongs a woman almost as much as she despises those who hurt her babies. She and Selina go back a long way, and although they've had their spats over the Bat and especially over her babies eating some of Ivy's, she hates to see the other woman truly wronged. "I don't know what you see him in," she adds.
"Love is strange," Selina muses, fingering the chicken's cape and trying not to remember. She glances over at Harley instead. "What did she see in the Joker for so long?" she asks, and although it's a rhetorical question, Ivy doesn't waste time in answering.
"He was the first man who gave her any real attention. She had that whole first seat on the bus fixation -- "
"Until you broke her out of it."
"Yeah." Ivy smiles again.
"But there's no one to break me out of the Bat."
"Have you tried, girlfriend? Really tried? There's a heckuva lot more fish in the sea than one dumb."
"I know," Selina says, turning and stroking the head of one of her bolder babies. The Siamese cat looks almost cross-eyed at the strange creature at which his mistress has been staring. It smells like a normal, cooked chicken, but it certainly doesn't look like one. "And yes, I've tried," his mistress continues talking to her redheaded, plant loving friend. "Many, many times." She sighs. "I toy with them for a while, but he always ends up getting the better of me."
If she kneads his back a little too hard, the cat pretends not to notice as he sniffs the bird. He opens his mouth to take a bite, but his mistress suddenly lays a finger on his nose. "Oh, no, you don't, Juniper. That bird's for all of us." She grins again. "I'm going to enjoy shredding it."
"Maybe after, we can shred the Bat."
Selina looks up at Ivy, surprise on her face but turmoil in her green eyes. She almost asks her if she's certain but stops herself just in time. Ivy may be playing the role of a caring friend to purrfection, but she knows the other woman would stop at nothing to get a chance at the Bat. Selina's long, sharp fingernails slice into the chicken's tender meat. She'd like to slice and dice Bruce, but still, her heart pangs just at thought of seeing him again. "I -- " she starts to speak, but Ivy cuts her off with assurance.
"When you're ready," she says, knowing when to bide her time. "Hey, blondie, you ready?" she asks, calling to Harley, and then both women erupt into laughter when they see the petite blonde's contorted body. "The next thing you know," Ivy remarks, grinning, "she'll be licking herself there, too."
Selina's answering smile is big, true, and warm. "She does enjoy playing with my babies." She pauses for a long moment, watching Ivy watching Harley, and then, finally, she speaks again, her tone casual as though she doesn't care, "Hey, why don't you two stay a while? I've got a bottle of wine I can share in my cupboard. It'll go perfect with the Batchicken here." Her fingernails cut deeper into the chicken's flesh.
Ivy looks back to her, her smile warmer than any one who knows the women outside of the three of them would think possible for the villainess. "I'll get the glasses," she answers and moves to Selina's cupboard. She pauses to look back at the Catwoman over her shoulder. "And, Cat?"
"Yeah."
"I mean it. Whenever you're ready."
"We'll roast the chicken," Selina agrees, beginning to shred the Batchicken with her bare hands.
She hears the clink of glasses as Ivy retrieves them. "He's a real dumb ass, you know. Joker was always stupid, but if Harley had ever asked him to marry her, I'm sure he would've." The redhead's gaze returns to the blonde in question, and Selina pretends not to hear her whispered, "I'm glad she didn't," as Ivy pours the wine and she shreds the bird. "Men are such chickens," the redhead speaks more strongly.
"Yeah. Yeah, they are," Selina agrees, but both women hear the unspoken doubt in her voice. She doesn't know if she'll ever truly be ready to slay the Batchicken that haunts her, but it's good to know she's got friends ready to back her when and if the night ever comes. "Thanks, Red."
"Any time."
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Batman/Catwoman (Bruce/Selina), Ivy/Harley, past Joker/Harley
Rating: PG/K+
Challenge:
writers_choice: #605: ChickenWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,095
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"What is it?" Selina asks, eyeing the thing before her through wary emerald eyes.
Ivy smiled; the other woman really did look like a cat. She wouldn't be a bit surprised if Selina suddenly reached out and slapped the bird to see if it would move or fight back. "What does it look like?" she returns, answering Selina's question with another whose answer should be obvious. Her gaze flits to her companion who's joyously playing with Selina's cats, then back to the Catwoman.
Selina cocks her head to one side, her pupils narrowing in concentration and then slowly widening. "I -- I -- " She smirks, then actually smiles for the first time in weeks. A sudden laugh escaping her lips makes all her felines look up and meow. They pad closer to her, and Harley pouts as they leave her side.
A kitten bumps the blonde's hand, though, and Selina would smile even larger if she noticed the two of them together. Harley begins to stroke the kitten, and when the kitten pauses to take a bath, the former therapist actually swings her legs around and copies the kitten's position on the floor.
Selina and Ivy are far too busy with the creature laid between them, however, to notice the blonde's antics. "Go ahead," Ivy coaxes. "You know what it is." Her grins widens.
"It's a Batchicken!" Selina exclaims with laughter that makes her babies meow. They don't know why she's finally happy again, but they're happy both for her and because they can smell the chicken and hope to get at least a bite of it.
Ivy's smile turns smug. "Indeed it is. I couldn't believe it when he heard what he'd done to you this time. You really do deserve better, Cat."
Selina's still gazing, startled, at the roasted chicken wearing a tiny, black cape and cowl. She shakes her head in amazement and finally lifts her eyes to the other woman. "You really are a genius, Ivy."
Ivy tosses her red hair behind her bare shoulders. "You're just now figuring that out?"
Selina laughs again, and it's music to the other woman's ears. She hates it when a guy wrongs a woman almost as much as she despises those who hurt her babies. She and Selina go back a long way, and although they've had their spats over the Bat and especially over her babies eating some of Ivy's, she hates to see the other woman truly wronged. "I don't know what you see him in," she adds.
"Love is strange," Selina muses, fingering the chicken's cape and trying not to remember. She glances over at Harley instead. "What did she see in the Joker for so long?" she asks, and although it's a rhetorical question, Ivy doesn't waste time in answering.
"He was the first man who gave her any real attention. She had that whole first seat on the bus fixation -- "
"Until you broke her out of it."
"Yeah." Ivy smiles again.
"But there's no one to break me out of the Bat."
"Have you tried, girlfriend? Really tried? There's a heckuva lot more fish in the sea than one dumb."
"I know," Selina says, turning and stroking the head of one of her bolder babies. The Siamese cat looks almost cross-eyed at the strange creature at which his mistress has been staring. It smells like a normal, cooked chicken, but it certainly doesn't look like one. "And yes, I've tried," his mistress continues talking to her redheaded, plant loving friend. "Many, many times." She sighs. "I toy with them for a while, but he always ends up getting the better of me."
If she kneads his back a little too hard, the cat pretends not to notice as he sniffs the bird. He opens his mouth to take a bite, but his mistress suddenly lays a finger on his nose. "Oh, no, you don't, Juniper. That bird's for all of us." She grins again. "I'm going to enjoy shredding it."
"Maybe after, we can shred the Bat."
Selina looks up at Ivy, surprise on her face but turmoil in her green eyes. She almost asks her if she's certain but stops herself just in time. Ivy may be playing the role of a caring friend to purrfection, but she knows the other woman would stop at nothing to get a chance at the Bat. Selina's long, sharp fingernails slice into the chicken's tender meat. She'd like to slice and dice Bruce, but still, her heart pangs just at thought of seeing him again. "I -- " she starts to speak, but Ivy cuts her off with assurance.
"When you're ready," she says, knowing when to bide her time. "Hey, blondie, you ready?" she asks, calling to Harley, and then both women erupt into laughter when they see the petite blonde's contorted body. "The next thing you know," Ivy remarks, grinning, "she'll be licking herself there, too."
Selina's answering smile is big, true, and warm. "She does enjoy playing with my babies." She pauses for a long moment, watching Ivy watching Harley, and then, finally, she speaks again, her tone casual as though she doesn't care, "Hey, why don't you two stay a while? I've got a bottle of wine I can share in my cupboard. It'll go perfect with the Batchicken here." Her fingernails cut deeper into the chicken's flesh.
Ivy looks back to her, her smile warmer than any one who knows the women outside of the three of them would think possible for the villainess. "I'll get the glasses," she answers and moves to Selina's cupboard. She pauses to look back at the Catwoman over her shoulder. "And, Cat?"
"Yeah."
"I mean it. Whenever you're ready."
"We'll roast the chicken," Selina agrees, beginning to shred the Batchicken with her bare hands.
She hears the clink of glasses as Ivy retrieves them. "He's a real dumb ass, you know. Joker was always stupid, but if Harley had ever asked him to marry her, I'm sure he would've." The redhead's gaze returns to the blonde in question, and Selina pretends not to hear her whispered, "I'm glad she didn't," as Ivy pours the wine and she shreds the bird. "Men are such chickens," the redhead speaks more strongly.
"Yeah. Yeah, they are," Selina agrees, but both women hear the unspoken doubt in her voice. She doesn't know if she'll ever truly be ready to slay the Batchicken that haunts her, but it's good to know she's got friends ready to back her when and if the night ever comes. "Thanks, Red."
"Any time."
The End