The Addled Bat
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katleeptTitle: The Addled Bat
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Batman/Catwoman
Rating: R/M
Challenge:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fan_flashworks: #116: Refusal
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1,281
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stands on the highest rooftop in Gotham, overlooking his city. The moon is full and high, and the night wind toys with the hem of his cape. The breezes running over him are akin to a lover's teasing fingertips, and he knows that this is the kind of night about which poets write and singers sing. He's watched many a couple walking by underneath him, many even sneaking kisses and more while they think no one's looking, but they are able to do so only because some one is looking.
He is watching, and he's keeping them all safe. He has no time for a lover, not tonight or any night. He has no time for distractions. His attention being diverted from his city for one second is all that it takes for some one to be killed. Batman knows all this, but still, Bruce wonders.
He wonders where she is tonight, but Batman argues the question isn't where she is but what she's stealing and from whom. He wonders who she's with, but Batman tells him that doesn't matter. Whoever it is is just another criminal he needs to bring to justice.
He thinks back to when he last saw her, and both personas sigh in agreement. It's been so long, too long, Bruce thinks, but Batman knows it is for the best. The woman needs to be behind bars, not in his bed or his arms. She needs to pay for her crimes, not get away with stealing something yet again because he fails to not think with his hormones.
He needs to find her. He needs to arrest her. He needs to make sure she pays for all her crimes. He wants to love her, but he knows he can not. He dares not for every time he takes Selina into his arms is a time he's not protecting the innocents. Every time he looks the other way is a time another person may be killed, another child may lose his parents.
His gauntleted fingers curl into fists. His teeth grit. He knows better than to think of that woman, or any woman, especially on a night like tonight. Any moment now, the sky is going to light up with his signal. Any moment now, some one is going to need help, and he'll be the only one standing between them and death. He is the only one who can save his city and the people within it. He's the only one on whom they can depend.
Catwoman told him once that they aren't that different. She's the only one her cats have, and he is the only one Gotham has. Catwoman's agendas aren't always entirely wrong, but her methods are. There are no gray areas in the law, despite what others may think. Stealing is wrong. Hurting others, no matter what they did to deserve it, instead of letting the authorities deal with them is wrong. What she does is wrong, even if her reasons may sometimes be right.
She was wrong that night: They are extremely different, and he doesn't need her to distract him from his cause. People rely on him while animals rely on her. Putting them above the people is no better, he thinks, than placing plants above humanity as Poison Ivy does. They're both wrong, but it's so easy to jail Ivy. It's never that easy with Catwoman.
There's a fire between them, he knows, a fire that makes every right decision he makes in her presence so difficult to follow. Her mere presence seems to addle his brain. Her touch makes his heart beat faster, makes him sweat, makes his body long for what he should not have and does not deserve. Until every innocent is Gotham is safe, sound, and sure to be kept alive, he doesn't deserve a woman's gentle touch, let alone her love, and even if he did, Catwoman should never be that woman.
He swallows hard, his body starting to sweat and grow taut just thinking of her. She's beautiful. She's sensual. She is the sexiest, most persuasive woman he's ever met, but then, she's also the most cunning. She manages to do things to him when they meet that he'd never allow any other woman to do, especially any other criminal, and that, when all is said and done, is exactly what Catwoman is. She is a criminal, and her place, he thinks firmly again, is behind bars, not in his arms or bed.
He's telling himself that fact for a third time when he hears some one drop down behind him. He doesn't need to turn to know who it is. He can see her already, her silent, confident smile curving her full and sensual lips, her hips making every sway a woman's should, her eyes locked on him. She's running her tongue over her lips when she purrs his name, "Batman."
He steadies himself and reminds himself yet again that she is a criminal. Her only purpose in coming onto this rooftop with him is to distract him from whatever her true agenda is. She doesn't want him, not really; she only wants what she can get out of him. She doesn't love him; a woman like her would never true love.
But still, she comes to him, one swaying hip at a time, and he stands taut and ready. He's ready to defend his city, he tells himself, ready to do what is right. He swallows hard as she closes the distance between them, his fingers curling and uncurling into and out of fists. She stops just behind him and runs a hand over his muscular shoulder. He twitches, although his muscle remains firm and taut, rigid with stress, underneath her fingers.
She smoothes her hand over his leather-clad skin. She steps closer and leans into him. He can feel every inch of her body through their costumes. Her nipples are already as hard as he is. She leans closer still as he prepares to do what is right, one hand slipping into his utility belt for his Batcuffs. He imagines the way her tongue looks as it curls out of her mouth by his ear as she whispers, "Brrruce."
Then she purrs, and all his refusal, all his denial, is for naught. That one sound whispered in his ear almost makes him come right then and there, and all thoughts of his city fade as she takes control of him again. He whips around, lifting her in his strong embrace and backing her into the wall. She smiles and licks his lips. "I knew you missed me, baby." She purrs again and wraps her long and lithe legs around his waist.
He doesn't speak. He can't. There are too many words, too many thoughts, clogging his throat and brain. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to demand, so many other things the Batman within him still knows he needs to be doing. He silences all his thoughts again as he covers her tempting tongue with his mouth and plunges his own tongue into her mouth.
She purrs into their kiss, and he can take no more. Right there on the rooftop, he takes her, sliding into her as smoothly, swiftly, and perfectly as he would later sweep his Batmobile into the Batcave. Only now there is no Bat. There is no hero or criminal standing on this rooftop. There is only a woman, an incredibly seductive, sensual, and beautiful woman, and the man who, though he has all the sense and reason not to, can't help loving her with all his heart and body, too.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman
Character/Pairing: Batman/Catwoman
Rating: R/M
Challenge:
fan_flashworks: #116: RefusalWarning(s): None
Word Count: 1,281
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
He stands on the highest rooftop in Gotham, overlooking his city. The moon is full and high, and the night wind toys with the hem of his cape. The breezes running over him are akin to a lover's teasing fingertips, and he knows that this is the kind of night about which poets write and singers sing. He's watched many a couple walking by underneath him, many even sneaking kisses and more while they think no one's looking, but they are able to do so only because some one is looking.
He is watching, and he's keeping them all safe. He has no time for a lover, not tonight or any night. He has no time for distractions. His attention being diverted from his city for one second is all that it takes for some one to be killed. Batman knows all this, but still, Bruce wonders.
He wonders where she is tonight, but Batman argues the question isn't where she is but what she's stealing and from whom. He wonders who she's with, but Batman tells him that doesn't matter. Whoever it is is just another criminal he needs to bring to justice.
He thinks back to when he last saw her, and both personas sigh in agreement. It's been so long, too long, Bruce thinks, but Batman knows it is for the best. The woman needs to be behind bars, not in his bed or his arms. She needs to pay for her crimes, not get away with stealing something yet again because he fails to not think with his hormones.
He needs to find her. He needs to arrest her. He needs to make sure she pays for all her crimes. He wants to love her, but he knows he can not. He dares not for every time he takes Selina into his arms is a time he's not protecting the innocents. Every time he looks the other way is a time another person may be killed, another child may lose his parents.
His gauntleted fingers curl into fists. His teeth grit. He knows better than to think of that woman, or any woman, especially on a night like tonight. Any moment now, the sky is going to light up with his signal. Any moment now, some one is going to need help, and he'll be the only one standing between them and death. He is the only one who can save his city and the people within it. He's the only one on whom they can depend.
Catwoman told him once that they aren't that different. She's the only one her cats have, and he is the only one Gotham has. Catwoman's agendas aren't always entirely wrong, but her methods are. There are no gray areas in the law, despite what others may think. Stealing is wrong. Hurting others, no matter what they did to deserve it, instead of letting the authorities deal with them is wrong. What she does is wrong, even if her reasons may sometimes be right.
She was wrong that night: They are extremely different, and he doesn't need her to distract him from his cause. People rely on him while animals rely on her. Putting them above the people is no better, he thinks, than placing plants above humanity as Poison Ivy does. They're both wrong, but it's so easy to jail Ivy. It's never that easy with Catwoman.
There's a fire between them, he knows, a fire that makes every right decision he makes in her presence so difficult to follow. Her mere presence seems to addle his brain. Her touch makes his heart beat faster, makes him sweat, makes his body long for what he should not have and does not deserve. Until every innocent is Gotham is safe, sound, and sure to be kept alive, he doesn't deserve a woman's gentle touch, let alone her love, and even if he did, Catwoman should never be that woman.
He swallows hard, his body starting to sweat and grow taut just thinking of her. She's beautiful. She's sensual. She is the sexiest, most persuasive woman he's ever met, but then, she's also the most cunning. She manages to do things to him when they meet that he'd never allow any other woman to do, especially any other criminal, and that, when all is said and done, is exactly what Catwoman is. She is a criminal, and her place, he thinks firmly again, is behind bars, not in his arms or bed.
He's telling himself that fact for a third time when he hears some one drop down behind him. He doesn't need to turn to know who it is. He can see her already, her silent, confident smile curving her full and sensual lips, her hips making every sway a woman's should, her eyes locked on him. She's running her tongue over her lips when she purrs his name, "Batman."
He steadies himself and reminds himself yet again that she is a criminal. Her only purpose in coming onto this rooftop with him is to distract him from whatever her true agenda is. She doesn't want him, not really; she only wants what she can get out of him. She doesn't love him; a woman like her would never true love.
But still, she comes to him, one swaying hip at a time, and he stands taut and ready. He's ready to defend his city, he tells himself, ready to do what is right. He swallows hard as she closes the distance between them, his fingers curling and uncurling into and out of fists. She stops just behind him and runs a hand over his muscular shoulder. He twitches, although his muscle remains firm and taut, rigid with stress, underneath her fingers.
She smoothes her hand over his leather-clad skin. She steps closer and leans into him. He can feel every inch of her body through their costumes. Her nipples are already as hard as he is. She leans closer still as he prepares to do what is right, one hand slipping into his utility belt for his Batcuffs. He imagines the way her tongue looks as it curls out of her mouth by his ear as she whispers, "Brrruce."
Then she purrs, and all his refusal, all his denial, is for naught. That one sound whispered in his ear almost makes him come right then and there, and all thoughts of his city fade as she takes control of him again. He whips around, lifting her in his strong embrace and backing her into the wall. She smiles and licks his lips. "I knew you missed me, baby." She purrs again and wraps her long and lithe legs around his waist.
He doesn't speak. He can't. There are too many words, too many thoughts, clogging his throat and brain. There's so much he wants to say, so much he wants to demand, so many other things the Batman within him still knows he needs to be doing. He silences all his thoughts again as he covers her tempting tongue with his mouth and plunges his own tongue into her mouth.
She purrs into their kiss, and he can take no more. Right there on the rooftop, he takes her, sliding into her as smoothly, swiftly, and perfectly as he would later sweep his Batmobile into the Batcave. Only now there is no Bat. There is no hero or criminal standing on this rooftop. There is only a woman, an incredibly seductive, sensual, and beautiful woman, and the man who, though he has all the sense and reason not to, can't help loving her with all his heart and body, too.
The End
