Batman and Catwoman: Crime Comic? or Romance Novel?

Sleepless in Gotham

Her blood shot eyes flashed open and she exhaled long and loud as if she'd just woken up from death. Selina woke up on a stiff bed, a blanket draped over her legs. She made herself sit up and looked down her body and shot up a brow.

Who the hell put these clothes on her?!

But no more thought on that when she saw the container of water on the side table. Catwoman pounced on the jug and drank the cool liquid without the formality of the glass that was now shattered on the floor. She let out a moan as the water went down her dry as a desert throat.

Selina stood off the bed as she wiped her mouth on the silk sleeve of the pajamas that'd appeared on her overnight. The room was black, despite being well lit from hidden lights. The bed frame was black too, as well as the sheets on it. She heard water outside her enclosed space and went around, staring at the sight.

It was a cave, and very definitely a man cave. The water she heard was the waterfall at the from of the main area. Selina grabbed the rail and and stood on a smooth rock as water slowly waved over it. This was one cat who wasn't afraid of water.

She forced herself away and walked up to the well lit platform. Looking around the cave, she wondered where the lights were placed. At the platform end near her, there was a giant system of screens and computers that you'd see in an evil lair. But this wasn't an evil lair, was it? She tried to reframe her memory, but only got a headache.

Selina didn't dare touch a key on the very intimidating technology monster, and instead chose to walk the marble ramp to the other end, praying to find an exit.

Clearly God was hiding in a cave all along, cause she'd never had a prayer answered before. At the end of the platform, an elevator slid open sensing her presence and she quickly stepped in. There weren't any buttons to press, but it seemed the elevator was programmed for only one function.

She scratched the irritating itch on her thigh, and rolled up the leg of the pajamas to see the needle mark. A very big needle mark on her thigh, with a circle imprinted around it. This MF had injected her with something she recalled to be very painful, and had changed her clothes. But maybe he'd saved her life too?

She caught a mute design etched into the wall of the elevator where the control panel should have been. It was like those shiny, authenticating seals that you see on branded notebooks or lidded hats. Selina snaked her head around, trying to catch just the right light to see the picture, and then she saw it. The bat emblem. She stood in the middle of the elevator, dazed; so when the doors opened, she jumped.

Selina collected her breath and stepped out of the elevator, into a home office. The room didn't look very playful, but the furniture was beautiful. The majestic dark wood desk stood in front the wall across the open doored terrace, which was guarded by cream cushioned seats standing on either side of the door.

She walked out the room and into a grand, empty hallway. The floor length windows were covered with curtains of the finest cloth, with intricate designs embroidered in. Again the furniture was outstanding; the cushioned benches, the chairs, the carved wood tables decorated with pieces of delicate ceramic pieces that stood beneath top class paintings and portraits. She turned the corner, walking into a private living room; intricately carved double doors to her left, a galley leading to smaller rooms, and a fireplace at the end with a portrait hanging above it, but she didn't pay much attention to the person glaring back at her.

In the center of the room, four plump sofa seats made a circle around an ottoman, and beyond them were rooms. She stepped past the circle of sofas towards the rooms, and head towards the one from which she heard noises. It was a human voice, of struggling and exerting effort. And grunting, lots of grunting. She quickened her space, her mind somehow sensed distress and she burst into the room.

The glistening, shirtless man on the floor pulled up in his sit up exercise, looking at her dumbfounded.

"B-bruce?" she tilted her head quizzically.

Bruce Wayne jumped to his feet, dusting away the imaginary dust on his sweatpants.

"Selina, I-" he stuttered, unsure what to say.

"You don't know how bad I wanted him to be you!" Selina panted and ran to him, almost knocking him down with the power she'd lunged at him. And she kissed him, digging her nails into his scalp. He closed his eyes, and his nose scrunched up, surprised and questioning, but none the less he grabbed her waist and pulled her close. He clasped his hands at the small of her back and kissed her, returning her fervor. Bruce cupped her face and she pressed her hands in the center of his chest, pushing him to the wall.

Selina pinned him against the wall, running her hands down his thick neck, trailing kisses on his rough jaw. Bruce drew his hands under her silk shirt, scaling her sides, pulling her closer still. She kissed his protruded shoulder bone and he spun her around, pinning her to the wall, he pinned her hands next to her head. His tongue danced with hers, and she provided the music through her moans. He kissed her chin, the underside of her jaw, all the way down to her jugular notch.

Bruce leaned down, trying to sweep her up bridal style, but Selina quickly wrapped her long legs around his waist.

"Not a damsel in distress, baby" she breathed in his mouth, and he smiled.

Bruce pulled her up, locking her tighter around him, and walked over to his bed. He sat her down on the edge, hovering over her neck as she scooted back, strumming her fingers on the strings of his sweats. He slid a hand under her shirt and pressed her down on to the bed, hesitating with the hem of the silk.

Selina placed a hand on his chest and whispered behind his ear.

"You put them on, you can take them off," she teased and he bought it, needing no further telling as he undid the buttons on her shirt.

Taking them off would definitely be more fun than putting them on.