Old Batman Stories, Part 2
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apachefirecatBatman's Christmas Cheer, posted 12-17-09, rated PG-13/T
Characters: Bruce/Alfred
Batman's had a rough holiday. Is it too late for him to find his Christmas cheer?
Without a doubt, it was the roughest Christmas he'd ever spent as the Batman. Every prisoner in Arkham had managed to escape, thanks to the Joker's jovial planning and his head Elf Harley. Bruce smirked tiredly at the memory of the Joker in a Santa Claus suit and his girlfriend dressed up as what was supposed to be a sexy elf as he pulled the Batmobile into its parking place. He really should have told her that the clown makeup ruined any chance she may have had at being sexy, but then she'd never do it for him and the comment might make her think otherwise. A lustful clown was the last thing he needed.
Batman slowly extracted himself from the Batmobile. Every muscle in his body burned; every bone ached. He had been more exhausted than this in the past, but it had been a long time. They were times he didn't want to think about, he told himself. All he wanted now was to fall into bed, a bed he knew that Alfred had made and waiting for him.
He sighed as he wondered how long Alfred and young Tim had waited for him. Dick had had the same trouble with Christmas this year as he had, but at least he had sent him away a few hours earlier to spend what little remained of Christmas night with Barbara. Dick and Alfred understood, but would tiny Tim? Bruce smirked again. He really was too tired.
Tim's sad-eyed face haunted him as he logged away the quick notes he needed to in the Batcomputer. He had told Alfred to go ahead and let the boy open his presents, but Alfred had not liked the idea at all. He had finally relented when they'd had to accept that Bruce wouldn't be home in time for Christmas at all, but even then he'd made certain his disapproval was known and that he, just like Tim, wanted him home more than anything else.
Another sigh escaped Batman as he leaned over the computer. He had wanted nothing more than to be home for the holiday with his family, but as always, Gotham's denizenry had had other plans. One day, he vowed silently, there would be no more criminals for he would have stopped them all, and from that day forward, he would retire the Batman and live out the rest of his life happily with those he loved. Then there would be no stopping Bruce Wayne from being with his beloved and the boys who could no more be their children than if their own blood truly did course through their veins.
A soft clearing of a throat caused Batman to turn around, and a smile lit his face at the sight that he found. Waiting for him underneath the mistletoe that was a new addition to the entrance of the Batcave was his very own Christmas cheer. There stood Alfred with a welcome-home smile gracing his elegant mouth and a tray of milk and cookies held balanced perfectly upon one hand. "Welcome home, Master Bruce."
Their eyes met. Bruce ripped off his mask and let it drop, behind him, onto the console chair. He strode purposely forward, coming to a stop only when he stood directly in front of the butler who was so much, endlessly more than that to him. He had been a kinder and gentler father than even Bruce's own dad had been. His friendship and loyalty had stayed true to him always, and on more times than he could count, it was Alfred who had rescued Batman rather than the other way around. But what was so much more was that it was with this handsome, kind, gentle, compassionate, intelligent, and elegant man that Bruce had found love.
He stooped down just slightly enough that he could touch his lips to Alfred's. Alfred startled underneath the kiss, so used to having to hide their true feelings from young eyes was he, but then his cares and worries eased away under the heated, sensual massage of Bruce's mouth upon his. He opened his mouth with a sigh as he began to return the kiss, his passion quickly growing to meet his beloved's.
Bruce's tongue slipped easily into Alfred's mouth as he deepened the kiss. He wrapped a muscular arm around Alfred's tiny waist and pulled him gently closer. Alfred's moan of pleasure against his mouth brought Bruce's hand to begin wandering his body, caressing each spot it came across and hoping to be granted another moan.
Alfred's free hand ran over the leather that protected Bruce's chest, bringing shivers of delight from him and edging him closer still. They were as close as they could be with their clothes still on, Bruce even cradling Alfred's growing erection, when Bruce finally lifted his mouth from Alfred's. Gazing into his blue eyes, he spoke softly, "Get rid of the cookies."
"But, Master Bruce - "
"And don't call me Master," Bruce added with a grin that edged on a smirk. It was an old joke between them, and he knew Alfred would never stop calling him his master. They had to keep the old habit up for their appearances, after all. His blue eyes twinkled. "Leave them for Santa Claus."
"But that's next year!" Alfred exclaimed, clearly surprised.
Bruce grinned. "And that's only a small portion of the time I want to spend alone with you in my bed." He kissed him again, this time even more passionately than the first, but still Alfred held the cookies.
Forcing himself to part once more from his love's sweet mouth, Bruce took the tray, walked over, and sat it down on a clear part of the Batcomputer. Then returning to Alfred with a devil-may-care grin gracing his handsome face, Bruce wrapped him in a tight hug before sweeping him up into his arms. He continued to kiss him as he carried him up the stairs. It was a merry Christmas, after all!
The End
Better Than Christmas, posted 10-14-11, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina, Cats
What he brought her this night was far better than any Christmas or birthday gift ever.
Selina's emerald eyes glowed in the darkness with her pleasure as she watched her babies playing with the toy mice her hero had brought them. She purred as she approached him. "You didn't have to do this."
"I know." A soft smile curved his lips. "I wanted to."
A glow flashed. They turned to the Batsignal. Catwoman turned back; Batman was gone. Reminiscing, she knelt to join her babies playing with the first toys they'd had since the explosion. She would never surrender to him. Yet her heart would always be his, and her joyful purr echoed forever in their lives.
The End
Beyond The Masks, posted 11-13-11, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Bruce/Selina, Cats
There are more than their masks and the law threatening to keep Batman and Catwoman apart.
He gazed at his beloved from over the distance that separated them, feeling further forced away from her than he had in some time. They wore no masks now, and yet still they couldn't seem to stay together. Another force had shoved them apart, and he looked down at it with annoyance flickering in his baby blue eyes.
It wasn't enough that the whole of Gotham had to try to push them apart! It wasn't enough that he had to arrest her seemingly every time he turned around or go against everything he believed in and turn a blind eye to her law breaking! Now, even in the safety of her home, they were being forced apart!
"Excuse me," he spoke in his deep, dark voice. The force parting them turned onto their furry backs, kicked their legs into the air, opened their mouths, and yawned. Heat flushed the great Batman's cheeks as the cats' little, pink tongues lolled out at him. His cape would have fluttered with his annoyance had he been wearing it. "They're laughing at me," he complained.
"Oh, harrrdly, darrrling," Selina purred. Her cats were everywhere, hanging, sleeping, playing, and climbing on practically every spot in her penthouse, and now they'd claimed the one spot where they hadn't been before, squeezing in between them on the couch. She moved, twisting her body in the blink of an eye in ways he'd never be able to position his muscles.
Before he knew it, Selina was stretched over her cats, her long legs propped up onto the back of the couch, and her head in his lap. Her long, raven hair pooled over his muscular calves, and her emerald eyes sparkled as they shone up into his baby blues. "There," Selina purred, reaching a hand up and softly stroking Bruce's stubbled cheek. "Is this betterrr?"
He smiled. "Much," he admitted and leaned down, covering her lips with his. She purred even more loudly and invitingly against his heated mouth and swung herself fully into the one place where her beloved cats still dared not go, into his lap. She pushed up against him, still purring, and wrapped her loving hands around his head. Her slender fingers buried into his jet black curls. Her breasts arched against his chest, and her body curled eagerly in his stroking hands.
Her purr engulfed him, and suddenly it no longer mattered to Bruce that they had at least a hundred eyes watching them. It wouldn't have mattered if the entire city had been glued to them. He had his beloved Selina, and nothing else mattered! Her tongue dove into his mouth, and he leaned up, matching her lick for lick and kiss for kiss and loving her passionately in a way he'd not been able to do in far too long.
There were no more masks between them. Her babies mewled, meowed, and purred as they wrapped around them, but Bruce no longer paid them any attention. They didn't matter. The world no longer mattered in this rare and private moment. All that mattered was that he once again had his beloved Selina in his arms, and he wasted not a moment more in showing her how terribly he'd missed her and how much he would always love her alone for all eternity and beyond! "I love you!" he breathed against her wild and passionate lips.
"I love you too!" she purred in return, and then she marked him with her claws, claiming him as hers once again and forever more, and rode him long into the night. They'd always love each other, and though the world didn't often give them a chance to show one another how they truly felt, they'd always have moments like this, and each of them would always do everything they could to make them last for as long as possible until one day when nothing else stood in their way, they would remain together, with no holds barred, masks, or other interference to ever part them again, forever more.
Even then, Catwoman still had her babies, but by that time, her beloved husband was so used to them so that Bruce didn't even blink when they circled around them, yowling for more, on their wedding night. They were a part of his beloved just as much as being the Batman was a part of him, and together they lived, from that day forward and with Alfred still tugging along as well, as one huge and happy family, he and Selina still loving each other completely, wildly, and passionately for all the rest of their lives and infinitely beyond!
The End
Catwoman, posted 10-20-08, rated K/G
Characters: Selina, Cats
A poem in dedication to Catwoman and her cats.
They circled all around her,
Prancing and dancing all about
Until, to the untrained eye,
They became but one
Beautiful blur of fur
Every color imaginable,
But to her, each cat remained
A distinct feline with their own
Story, likings, dislikings, and,
Most importantly of all, needs.
They twirled all about,
Mewing for attention,
Love, affection, and so much more that
Normal humans would never hear until
Their cries became her cry,
Their roars her roar,
Their fury her fury.
She prowls through the night,
Seeking to make right what is wrong
With them always at her side,
Spurring her on,
Giving her love, strength, and cause,
Giving her life,
And in return,
She gives them all
That she possesses
For she is their mother
And she loves them all.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are her children,
Her constant companions,
Her army, her cats, her babies.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are everything to her.
The End
Catwoman's Promise, posted 7-18-06, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Selina, Cats
Catwoman rescues an innocent.
She swiftly dropped behind them, landing on silent feet in a cattish crouch. She straightened, standing erect, and snuck out her whip before asking in an ice cold tone, "What have we here?"
The three male teens instantly turned to look at her, and their mouths fell open in shock. The guy who had been in the lead of chasing the poor kitten with the cans strung around its neck licked his lips. "Well, boys, looky what we have here."
"J-J-Jay..." the blonde one stammered out, his eyes as wide and round as saucers. "Th-Th-That's the Catwoman!"
"Shut up, idiot," the one called Jay snapped angrily. "I know who she is!"
"But do you know what you are?" Catwoman finally spoke up in a deadly tone. He looked at her, completely puzzled; she let him stare for one heartbeat of a second before her whip snaked out, wrapping around his throat. She yanked him to her even as his hands clawed at the whip in a desperate attempt to free himself. "You're a heartless, little bastard who takes pleasure out of torturing innocents who can do nothing to help themselves, but you're also an idiot for you failed to remember that all animals, especially cats, are under my protection," she hissed directly into his face, her emerald eyes glowing with her fury. She yanked her whip harder, tightening it even more around his throat until he could not breathe.
The sharp claws in her gloves and boots extended, and her left foot kicked out, raking claws across the leader's forehead and leaving bloody scratches in its wake. Her right foot pressed into his back, forcing him to the ground. She unwrapped her whip from around his neck, scratching his cheek as she did so. Her free hand took the place of her whip as she stepped off of him; she then raised his quivering body and threw him after the more muscular one of his two buddies, knocking both to the ground. On swift feet, she chased after the blonde but did not have far to go as her whip soon reached him, lashing his back three times before he made his escape. She turned just in time to see the other two running away but decided to let them go. "LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU, BRATS! HARM AN ANIMAL, IN ANY WAY, AND THE CATWOMAN WILL FIND YOU!"
Even as she returned her whip to its hiding place, Catwoman turned, her emerald green eyes searching for the poor kitten. She found it cowering inside a turned-over trashcan. She kneeled before the trashcan and reached into it with gentle hands and a reassuring smile on her face. "Here, little one. I'd never harm you," she spoke to it in a reassuring, calm voice. The kitten let her pick it up, and she brought it out. With the gentle hands of a mother, Catwoman took the string of cans off from around the poor kitten's neck, then ran her hands softly over its dirty fur. She closed her eyes against the sympathetic pain she felt for the poor baby as she found several broken ribs. She stood carefully up with it, nestling it against her bosom as she did so. "I'll get you the help you need, little one, and I'll never let anything else harm you. I promise," Catwoman whispered softly to the kitten, meaning every word she spoke, and she would keep her promise, regardless of what their future might hold.
The End
Catwoman's Purrs, posted 1-16-11, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina
Catwoman's purrs haunt Batman throughout every step of his life.
Her purrs haunted him. He heard them in his sleep and whenever he closed his eyes. He heard her in the dark of the night, though the only cat present was a scraggly stray whom he knew she would eventually find, take in, and love as he longed for her to love him. Her wonderfully lusty and deep purrs were deafening at the zoo, though the cat they were coming from never showed.
They surrounded him on his nightly missions and warned him more than once, by their abrupt pausing, that he was about to have a close call. They guided him through unfamiliar territory and delivered him home safe to his lonely Batcave the next morning. Although he did not understand how they did so, Batman had long come to believe Catwoman's purrs were more integral to his safety than any weapon he owned.
They went with him everywhere he traveled, from villains' hideouts to the other side of the world. Her purrs filled his dreams and his thoughts, and he longed, with a burning, aching, and endless desire, to make her purr once more. If ever he got that opportunity again, he swore, he'd never let her go.
The End
Catwoman Strikes Again, posted 1-21-13, rated K/G
Characters: Selina, Cats
Contrary to popular belief, diamonds aren't the top thing on Catwoman's list of things to steal.
They gasped as they rounded the corner. "But - But we just opened!"
"Actually, we're not even open yet. Terri's just went to unlock the doors."
"Poor Terri!"
"We'll never see her again!"
"But how did she do it so fast?"
"Why us?"
"We're not the only store she hits. I've heard she does it to PetSmart, Petco, Pic and Save, even Winn Dixie, anywhere that has what she wants."
"Man, she must have a lot of cats!"
"She is called the Catwoman!"
"Well, yeah, but still, to steal this much catfood every night?"
"We might as well just stop trying to sell it."
"And what? Just give it to her?"
"Well, no, but if we stop having it, she'll stop robbing us."
"No, then, she'll just take the diamonds and money."
"She's actually left them alone the last three nights."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope."
"So she's just after the catfood?"
"Meow." Turning tail, the workers ran for their very lives.
The End
Dancing Through Gunfire, posted 8-1-12, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina
They're dancing through gunfire.
They're dancing over rooftops, waltzing through explosions, spinning through gunfire. In this moment, as their hearts beat as one and bodies slide together, they've forgotten why they're here and why they're enemies. The whole world's melted away. They wish secretly that they could stay this way forever, and then, their minds're lost, as are their souls in each other's eyes, they wonder why it can not.
Yet, as screams and yowls split the air, she remembers her babies, and he recalls the people who need him. They split apart, as they must, only to come back together again and again.
The End
Dark Secrets of the Knight, posted 5-1-09, rated R/M
Characters: Bruce/Dick
Dick gets more than he bargained for when he asks Bruce for help.
"So," the younger man concluded his story of romantic woes, "what would you do?"
"What would I do?" the older one repeated in confusion. "Why would you even ask me?"
"Because you're the man with the answers."
"Who says?"
"Everybody. Ask anybody you know, and they all say that the Batman knows it all. Besides, you know the car gets the chicks, and you drive the car."
"That doesn't mean I have the answers. I have more than enough trouble with my own women!"
"Really?" When Bruce only glared in response, Dick persisted, "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know," Bruce replied slowly. "For starters, I have a habit of falling for the wrong ones, those who die, those who move, and, just like everybody says, those who are on the wrong side of the law."
"They're still hot, and you're happy - "
"Who says?"
"You always look happy when you come back from a date."
"Just because I get laid doesn't mean I'm happy."
It was Dick's turn to look at him in surprise. He'd never heard him talk so frankly! And what man wasn't happy when he got laid?
"For Gotham's sake, my top woman is a crazed sociopath who gives her kids drugs!"
Dick's mouth fell open. "What?!"
Bruce sighed, turned, and faced him fully. "Dick, I am far more than the person you see. I thought you would know that by now."
"I - I do, Bruce, but . . . but," he fumbled for words, " . . . I still thought you had all the ladies right where you want them."
"You thought wrong," Bruce replied coldly while slipping his cowl down over his face. With his mask in place, he felt protected, his secrets safe. He turned and walked away, leaving his best friend standing behind him, mouth still agape, eyes bulging with surprise.
"But . . . But who gives her kids drugs? Come on, Bruce, I have to know!"
He turned halfway back, just enough that he could look at his boy with his eyes still shielded. "Catwoman."
"Oh." Dick visibly relaxed, the tension going out of him as though he was a punching bag some one had just blown away. "Just catnip, right?" Batman nodded. "Cats like catnip; it doesn't harm them. No harm, no foul, right?" he suggested with a hopeful grin.
"Perhaps," he replied in his low voice, and then he was gone, his cape sweeping after him like gigantic wings. Robin was left behind him as Batman left to go on the prowl that night, his mind a jumble of thoughts and that hopeful grin of Dick's that appeared far more innocent than it should be filling his mental vision. Much later that night, watching the city from one of his favorite perches on top of a gargoyle, he finally let his sigh out.
Dick could never know the real him for he would run in the opposite direction if he did and call him more sick and twisted than the Joker, Two Face, or any of the villains they'd battled in the past. Only in his dreams could he face him and say the words he really wanted to say. {It seems I love you,} he admitted in the imagination so few knew he possessed. {Bizarre, don't you think?}
Never in his dreams did Robin turn from him, but he knew just one uttered admission in reality would send his best friend running away from him and he would lose him forever. He would not let that happen, he swore yet again, launching his grappling hook and swinging out into the night in search of some perp to take his frustrations out on.
The End
Diamonds, Cats, and Bats, posted 3-23-13, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Selina, Cats
Diamonds aren't really a girl's best friend, but Catwoman knows what/who is.
She purrs as she twirls through her bedroom, opening her bags and letting their stolen contents spill across her territory. Cats of all colors twirl around her spinning, leather-clad legs, rubbing their furry tails and heads against the human woman who is mother to them all while meowing. They are happy, because she is happy. For now, in their world, that is all that matters.
The room is filled with glitter as Catwoman dances to her bed, her legs entwining perfectly with no less than forty other, and much smaller, legs. She continues to spin, letting the diamonds fall where they will. Her floor, her dresser, her chair, and her bed are all soon covered in the color she loves most: the glittering silver that means money, riches, and, thereby, freedom. A diamond even dangles over her furchildren's food bowl while another hangs over the top of their water bowl. The cats bat at them playfully, never knowing or caring how much they are worth.
Still purring, Selina falls with leisure across her bed. The ten cats closest to her immediately join her. Her lithe body curls around theirs, but she barely notices the tiny, pink tongues licking her bared toes. She's too happy with her other prizes tonight. She's made such a haul that she shouldn't have to worry about food for any of them for the rest of the year and can also drop another grand or two to her favorite feline charity.
Well, her second favorite, any way. Her first is always herself, and she, and any one else with half a brain, knows that she does more for the cats who are thrown away all throughout the world than any organization ever will. She does more, because she's not afraid of anything. She's not afraid to break the law or to bend nature to her will. She's not afraid to risk everything or go up against any odds when she knows that her means are the most righteous cause in all the world. Let the Batman protect the sniveling humans who could help themselves if they could only be bothered; she will always protect and save the true innocents, no matter the costs.
Diamonds surely do help with those costs, though. They help to take care of her babies and herself in the most splendid of conditions, to feed her furchildren and make sure they get all the medications and care they need. They help to keep them constantly buying new abodes so that they can stay on the move and never be found. They help to make her happy, she admits silently as she bats at a large diamond hanging down from the luxurious canopy she allowed herself on this bed - just for the sheer delight of shredding it on the rare occasion that Bruce does come over.
Then, as he always does, he enters her mind. She tells herself she glimpsed the Batsignal hovering in the sky from beyond her open curtains or that she heard a siren. It doesn't matter why she's thinking of him now. What matters is that she is, and she remembers.
She remembers having to fight him again. She remembers his determination to not understand her cause and always stop her, even when she's in the right. They have teamed together, but it's been a rare case, rarer even than the largest and purest of these diamonds she stole tonight. Too often, she's in the right, but he's too blinded by his own cause to see it.
One hand goes to her cheek while the other continues to toy absently with the diamond above her. He hit her tonight with more strength than usual, hit her so hard that his punch will surely have left its mark by morning's light. She mews softly, and every furry head immediately looks up in concern at the sad note in her voice. The cats surrounding her already press closer while the rest run immediately to join her and get as close to her as they can.
They're all purring, but she still feels the pain that he manages to invoke in her every time they're together. It isn't the hit, any of them or the kicks, or the way he flipped her over his head like she was a weak kitten. It isn't any physical pain, and it's a pain she's tired of feeling, has told herself time and again that she won't feel again, and yet keeps returning. It's a pain in a heart that she's told him she no longer has.
Why, she roars inwardly, why can he not see what she does is right?! Why does he continue to protect those who have riches who do not deserve them, those who kill, who torture, who maim babies?! A blind cat bumps her cheek, the same one Batman hit earlier, and Selina wants to growl, not at her babies, never at her babies, but at him for he stood between her and the revenge she should have been able to exact on the human monster who prodded out this baby's eyes with a fire iron. It's a wonder the little one's even alive, and she wouldn't be if not for Selina or, rather, for Catwoman, who had been in the right place at the right time and would have ripped that bastard apart if not for Batman stepping in to save his life.
Selina growls, her teary, emerald eyes flashing with otherwise silent fury. If she had had the tail she should have been born with, it would have now been flashing with fury, thumping all over the bed that's worn the marks already of their lovemaking. She can't shake the damn Bat, yet he continues to hang over her like a shadow, like the shadow that threatens all of Gotham City's true innocents.
Her fury builds swiftly until Catwoman leaps from her bed and, hissing, tears the canopy to shreds. She won't rebuild it this time, she swears, and she won't attempt to rebuild her relationship with the Bat, either. There can be no relationship with one who protects monsters and tries to stop a woman from saving and supporting her children. There can be nothing between them but wild sex and pain, and after a while, the pain is no longer worth the passion.
An unique diamond drops before Selina's narrowed, emerald eyes. She almost hadn't bothered with this jewel for it's not a true diamond. She had taken it only out of the knowledge that her babies would adore its tiny, ball-like shape. Now it spins and sparkles in front of her eyes, held down by the outstretched paw of the tabby perched on the highest point of her bed that still remains.
It spins and sparkles. Selina mews, cocks her head to one side, and finds the Bat, at last, finally slipping away again from her mind. Like her children, she, too, likes shiny objects, especially those which dangle so temptingly before her. She reaches out and slaps the diamond. Its spinning sparkles even more brightly as it twirls faster around and around, and she bats it again.
Slowly, she slinks back onto her bed, her anger seeping out and the diamond, and her feline friend, dropping ever closer. Her children again press into her sides, and Selina's sanity, what fragile sanity she has left after all she's suffered throughout her nine lives, slowly returns with their purring and calming presence. She smiles as she bats at the ball-diamond and swears again that the Bat will no longer have any power over her.
She thinks of the old cliche that diamonds are a girl's best friend. She thought of it earlier, too, but hadn't believed it any more than she does now, though for different reasons. Cats are a girl's best friend. They are the only beings who stand beside her through thick and thin, always returning to her side as soon as they can or she allows it. She can whisper all her secrets to them and never hear a single one repeated.
Diamonds do come close, however. Like cats, they can entertain and comfort, and unlike the dreaded Bat, whose alter ego she'd once wanted for her very special friend, they don't hurt. They don't cut unless used in the wrong hands or held too tightly, and even then, it's only the flesh they harm, never the heart or soul. She smiles, resumes her purring, and continues to play with her diamonds while relaxing in the comfort zone of her clowder. Cats are truly a girl's best friend, but diamonds do make for a good, steady, and trustworthy second, far better than any bat ever could or would.
The End
Characters: Bruce/Alfred
Batman's had a rough holiday. Is it too late for him to find his Christmas cheer?
Without a doubt, it was the roughest Christmas he'd ever spent as the Batman. Every prisoner in Arkham had managed to escape, thanks to the Joker's jovial planning and his head Elf Harley. Bruce smirked tiredly at the memory of the Joker in a Santa Claus suit and his girlfriend dressed up as what was supposed to be a sexy elf as he pulled the Batmobile into its parking place. He really should have told her that the clown makeup ruined any chance she may have had at being sexy, but then she'd never do it for him and the comment might make her think otherwise. A lustful clown was the last thing he needed.
Batman slowly extracted himself from the Batmobile. Every muscle in his body burned; every bone ached. He had been more exhausted than this in the past, but it had been a long time. They were times he didn't want to think about, he told himself. All he wanted now was to fall into bed, a bed he knew that Alfred had made and waiting for him.
He sighed as he wondered how long Alfred and young Tim had waited for him. Dick had had the same trouble with Christmas this year as he had, but at least he had sent him away a few hours earlier to spend what little remained of Christmas night with Barbara. Dick and Alfred understood, but would tiny Tim? Bruce smirked again. He really was too tired.
Tim's sad-eyed face haunted him as he logged away the quick notes he needed to in the Batcomputer. He had told Alfred to go ahead and let the boy open his presents, but Alfred had not liked the idea at all. He had finally relented when they'd had to accept that Bruce wouldn't be home in time for Christmas at all, but even then he'd made certain his disapproval was known and that he, just like Tim, wanted him home more than anything else.
Another sigh escaped Batman as he leaned over the computer. He had wanted nothing more than to be home for the holiday with his family, but as always, Gotham's denizenry had had other plans. One day, he vowed silently, there would be no more criminals for he would have stopped them all, and from that day forward, he would retire the Batman and live out the rest of his life happily with those he loved. Then there would be no stopping Bruce Wayne from being with his beloved and the boys who could no more be their children than if their own blood truly did course through their veins.
A soft clearing of a throat caused Batman to turn around, and a smile lit his face at the sight that he found. Waiting for him underneath the mistletoe that was a new addition to the entrance of the Batcave was his very own Christmas cheer. There stood Alfred with a welcome-home smile gracing his elegant mouth and a tray of milk and cookies held balanced perfectly upon one hand. "Welcome home, Master Bruce."
Their eyes met. Bruce ripped off his mask and let it drop, behind him, onto the console chair. He strode purposely forward, coming to a stop only when he stood directly in front of the butler who was so much, endlessly more than that to him. He had been a kinder and gentler father than even Bruce's own dad had been. His friendship and loyalty had stayed true to him always, and on more times than he could count, it was Alfred who had rescued Batman rather than the other way around. But what was so much more was that it was with this handsome, kind, gentle, compassionate, intelligent, and elegant man that Bruce had found love.
He stooped down just slightly enough that he could touch his lips to Alfred's. Alfred startled underneath the kiss, so used to having to hide their true feelings from young eyes was he, but then his cares and worries eased away under the heated, sensual massage of Bruce's mouth upon his. He opened his mouth with a sigh as he began to return the kiss, his passion quickly growing to meet his beloved's.
Bruce's tongue slipped easily into Alfred's mouth as he deepened the kiss. He wrapped a muscular arm around Alfred's tiny waist and pulled him gently closer. Alfred's moan of pleasure against his mouth brought Bruce's hand to begin wandering his body, caressing each spot it came across and hoping to be granted another moan.
Alfred's free hand ran over the leather that protected Bruce's chest, bringing shivers of delight from him and edging him closer still. They were as close as they could be with their clothes still on, Bruce even cradling Alfred's growing erection, when Bruce finally lifted his mouth from Alfred's. Gazing into his blue eyes, he spoke softly, "Get rid of the cookies."
"But, Master Bruce - "
"And don't call me Master," Bruce added with a grin that edged on a smirk. It was an old joke between them, and he knew Alfred would never stop calling him his master. They had to keep the old habit up for their appearances, after all. His blue eyes twinkled. "Leave them for Santa Claus."
"But that's next year!" Alfred exclaimed, clearly surprised.
Bruce grinned. "And that's only a small portion of the time I want to spend alone with you in my bed." He kissed him again, this time even more passionately than the first, but still Alfred held the cookies.
Forcing himself to part once more from his love's sweet mouth, Bruce took the tray, walked over, and sat it down on a clear part of the Batcomputer. Then returning to Alfred with a devil-may-care grin gracing his handsome face, Bruce wrapped him in a tight hug before sweeping him up into his arms. He continued to kiss him as he carried him up the stairs. It was a merry Christmas, after all!
The End
Better Than Christmas, posted 10-14-11, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina, Cats
What he brought her this night was far better than any Christmas or birthday gift ever.
Selina's emerald eyes glowed in the darkness with her pleasure as she watched her babies playing with the toy mice her hero had brought them. She purred as she approached him. "You didn't have to do this."
"I know." A soft smile curved his lips. "I wanted to."
A glow flashed. They turned to the Batsignal. Catwoman turned back; Batman was gone. Reminiscing, she knelt to join her babies playing with the first toys they'd had since the explosion. She would never surrender to him. Yet her heart would always be his, and her joyful purr echoed forever in their lives.
The End
Beyond The Masks, posted 11-13-11, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Bruce/Selina, Cats
There are more than their masks and the law threatening to keep Batman and Catwoman apart.
He gazed at his beloved from over the distance that separated them, feeling further forced away from her than he had in some time. They wore no masks now, and yet still they couldn't seem to stay together. Another force had shoved them apart, and he looked down at it with annoyance flickering in his baby blue eyes.
It wasn't enough that the whole of Gotham had to try to push them apart! It wasn't enough that he had to arrest her seemingly every time he turned around or go against everything he believed in and turn a blind eye to her law breaking! Now, even in the safety of her home, they were being forced apart!
"Excuse me," he spoke in his deep, dark voice. The force parting them turned onto their furry backs, kicked their legs into the air, opened their mouths, and yawned. Heat flushed the great Batman's cheeks as the cats' little, pink tongues lolled out at him. His cape would have fluttered with his annoyance had he been wearing it. "They're laughing at me," he complained.
"Oh, harrrdly, darrrling," Selina purred. Her cats were everywhere, hanging, sleeping, playing, and climbing on practically every spot in her penthouse, and now they'd claimed the one spot where they hadn't been before, squeezing in between them on the couch. She moved, twisting her body in the blink of an eye in ways he'd never be able to position his muscles.
Before he knew it, Selina was stretched over her cats, her long legs propped up onto the back of the couch, and her head in his lap. Her long, raven hair pooled over his muscular calves, and her emerald eyes sparkled as they shone up into his baby blues. "There," Selina purred, reaching a hand up and softly stroking Bruce's stubbled cheek. "Is this betterrr?"
He smiled. "Much," he admitted and leaned down, covering her lips with his. She purred even more loudly and invitingly against his heated mouth and swung herself fully into the one place where her beloved cats still dared not go, into his lap. She pushed up against him, still purring, and wrapped her loving hands around his head. Her slender fingers buried into his jet black curls. Her breasts arched against his chest, and her body curled eagerly in his stroking hands.
Her purr engulfed him, and suddenly it no longer mattered to Bruce that they had at least a hundred eyes watching them. It wouldn't have mattered if the entire city had been glued to them. He had his beloved Selina, and nothing else mattered! Her tongue dove into his mouth, and he leaned up, matching her lick for lick and kiss for kiss and loving her passionately in a way he'd not been able to do in far too long.
There were no more masks between them. Her babies mewled, meowed, and purred as they wrapped around them, but Bruce no longer paid them any attention. They didn't matter. The world no longer mattered in this rare and private moment. All that mattered was that he once again had his beloved Selina in his arms, and he wasted not a moment more in showing her how terribly he'd missed her and how much he would always love her alone for all eternity and beyond! "I love you!" he breathed against her wild and passionate lips.
"I love you too!" she purred in return, and then she marked him with her claws, claiming him as hers once again and forever more, and rode him long into the night. They'd always love each other, and though the world didn't often give them a chance to show one another how they truly felt, they'd always have moments like this, and each of them would always do everything they could to make them last for as long as possible until one day when nothing else stood in their way, they would remain together, with no holds barred, masks, or other interference to ever part them again, forever more.
Even then, Catwoman still had her babies, but by that time, her beloved husband was so used to them so that Bruce didn't even blink when they circled around them, yowling for more, on their wedding night. They were a part of his beloved just as much as being the Batman was a part of him, and together they lived, from that day forward and with Alfred still tugging along as well, as one huge and happy family, he and Selina still loving each other completely, wildly, and passionately for all the rest of their lives and infinitely beyond!
The End
Catwoman, posted 10-20-08, rated K/G
Characters: Selina, Cats
A poem in dedication to Catwoman and her cats.
They circled all around her,
Prancing and dancing all about
Until, to the untrained eye,
They became but one
Beautiful blur of fur
Every color imaginable,
But to her, each cat remained
A distinct feline with their own
Story, likings, dislikings, and,
Most importantly of all, needs.
They twirled all about,
Mewing for attention,
Love, affection, and so much more that
Normal humans would never hear until
Their cries became her cry,
Their roars her roar,
Their fury her fury.
She prowls through the night,
Seeking to make right what is wrong
With them always at her side,
Spurring her on,
Giving her love, strength, and cause,
Giving her life,
And in return,
She gives them all
That she possesses
For she is their mother
And she loves them all.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are her children,
Her constant companions,
Her army, her cats, her babies.
She is the Catwoman,
And they are everything to her.
The End
Catwoman's Promise, posted 7-18-06, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Selina, Cats
Catwoman rescues an innocent.
She swiftly dropped behind them, landing on silent feet in a cattish crouch. She straightened, standing erect, and snuck out her whip before asking in an ice cold tone, "What have we here?"
The three male teens instantly turned to look at her, and their mouths fell open in shock. The guy who had been in the lead of chasing the poor kitten with the cans strung around its neck licked his lips. "Well, boys, looky what we have here."
"J-J-Jay..." the blonde one stammered out, his eyes as wide and round as saucers. "Th-Th-That's the Catwoman!"
"Shut up, idiot," the one called Jay snapped angrily. "I know who she is!"
"But do you know what you are?" Catwoman finally spoke up in a deadly tone. He looked at her, completely puzzled; she let him stare for one heartbeat of a second before her whip snaked out, wrapping around his throat. She yanked him to her even as his hands clawed at the whip in a desperate attempt to free himself. "You're a heartless, little bastard who takes pleasure out of torturing innocents who can do nothing to help themselves, but you're also an idiot for you failed to remember that all animals, especially cats, are under my protection," she hissed directly into his face, her emerald eyes glowing with her fury. She yanked her whip harder, tightening it even more around his throat until he could not breathe.
The sharp claws in her gloves and boots extended, and her left foot kicked out, raking claws across the leader's forehead and leaving bloody scratches in its wake. Her right foot pressed into his back, forcing him to the ground. She unwrapped her whip from around his neck, scratching his cheek as she did so. Her free hand took the place of her whip as she stepped off of him; she then raised his quivering body and threw him after the more muscular one of his two buddies, knocking both to the ground. On swift feet, she chased after the blonde but did not have far to go as her whip soon reached him, lashing his back three times before he made his escape. She turned just in time to see the other two running away but decided to let them go. "LET THAT BE A LESSON TO YOU, BRATS! HARM AN ANIMAL, IN ANY WAY, AND THE CATWOMAN WILL FIND YOU!"
Even as she returned her whip to its hiding place, Catwoman turned, her emerald green eyes searching for the poor kitten. She found it cowering inside a turned-over trashcan. She kneeled before the trashcan and reached into it with gentle hands and a reassuring smile on her face. "Here, little one. I'd never harm you," she spoke to it in a reassuring, calm voice. The kitten let her pick it up, and she brought it out. With the gentle hands of a mother, Catwoman took the string of cans off from around the poor kitten's neck, then ran her hands softly over its dirty fur. She closed her eyes against the sympathetic pain she felt for the poor baby as she found several broken ribs. She stood carefully up with it, nestling it against her bosom as she did so. "I'll get you the help you need, little one, and I'll never let anything else harm you. I promise," Catwoman whispered softly to the kitten, meaning every word she spoke, and she would keep her promise, regardless of what their future might hold.
The End
Catwoman's Purrs, posted 1-16-11, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina
Catwoman's purrs haunt Batman throughout every step of his life.
Her purrs haunted him. He heard them in his sleep and whenever he closed his eyes. He heard her in the dark of the night, though the only cat present was a scraggly stray whom he knew she would eventually find, take in, and love as he longed for her to love him. Her wonderfully lusty and deep purrs were deafening at the zoo, though the cat they were coming from never showed.
They surrounded him on his nightly missions and warned him more than once, by their abrupt pausing, that he was about to have a close call. They guided him through unfamiliar territory and delivered him home safe to his lonely Batcave the next morning. Although he did not understand how they did so, Batman had long come to believe Catwoman's purrs were more integral to his safety than any weapon he owned.
They went with him everywhere he traveled, from villains' hideouts to the other side of the world. Her purrs filled his dreams and his thoughts, and he longed, with a burning, aching, and endless desire, to make her purr once more. If ever he got that opportunity again, he swore, he'd never let her go.
The End
Catwoman Strikes Again, posted 1-21-13, rated K/G
Characters: Selina, Cats
Contrary to popular belief, diamonds aren't the top thing on Catwoman's list of things to steal.
They gasped as they rounded the corner. "But - But we just opened!"
"Actually, we're not even open yet. Terri's just went to unlock the doors."
"Poor Terri!"
"We'll never see her again!"
"But how did she do it so fast?"
"Why us?"
"We're not the only store she hits. I've heard she does it to PetSmart, Petco, Pic and Save, even Winn Dixie, anywhere that has what she wants."
"Man, she must have a lot of cats!"
"She is called the Catwoman!"
"Well, yeah, but still, to steal this much catfood every night?"
"We might as well just stop trying to sell it."
"And what? Just give it to her?"
"Well, no, but if we stop having it, she'll stop robbing us."
"No, then, she'll just take the diamonds and money."
"She's actually left them alone the last three nights."
"You're kidding!"
"Nope."
"So she's just after the catfood?"
"Meow." Turning tail, the workers ran for their very lives.
The End
Dancing Through Gunfire, posted 8-1-12, rated K/G
Characters: Bruce/Selina
They're dancing through gunfire.
They're dancing over rooftops, waltzing through explosions, spinning through gunfire. In this moment, as their hearts beat as one and bodies slide together, they've forgotten why they're here and why they're enemies. The whole world's melted away. They wish secretly that they could stay this way forever, and then, their minds're lost, as are their souls in each other's eyes, they wonder why it can not.
Yet, as screams and yowls split the air, she remembers her babies, and he recalls the people who need him. They split apart, as they must, only to come back together again and again.
The End
Dark Secrets of the Knight, posted 5-1-09, rated R/M
Characters: Bruce/Dick
Dick gets more than he bargained for when he asks Bruce for help.
"So," the younger man concluded his story of romantic woes, "what would you do?"
"What would I do?" the older one repeated in confusion. "Why would you even ask me?"
"Because you're the man with the answers."
"Who says?"
"Everybody. Ask anybody you know, and they all say that the Batman knows it all. Besides, you know the car gets the chicks, and you drive the car."
"That doesn't mean I have the answers. I have more than enough trouble with my own women!"
"Really?" When Bruce only glared in response, Dick persisted, "Like what?"
"Oh, I don't know," Bruce replied slowly. "For starters, I have a habit of falling for the wrong ones, those who die, those who move, and, just like everybody says, those who are on the wrong side of the law."
"They're still hot, and you're happy - "
"Who says?"
"You always look happy when you come back from a date."
"Just because I get laid doesn't mean I'm happy."
It was Dick's turn to look at him in surprise. He'd never heard him talk so frankly! And what man wasn't happy when he got laid?
"For Gotham's sake, my top woman is a crazed sociopath who gives her kids drugs!"
Dick's mouth fell open. "What?!"
Bruce sighed, turned, and faced him fully. "Dick, I am far more than the person you see. I thought you would know that by now."
"I - I do, Bruce, but . . . but," he fumbled for words, " . . . I still thought you had all the ladies right where you want them."
"You thought wrong," Bruce replied coldly while slipping his cowl down over his face. With his mask in place, he felt protected, his secrets safe. He turned and walked away, leaving his best friend standing behind him, mouth still agape, eyes bulging with surprise.
"But . . . But who gives her kids drugs? Come on, Bruce, I have to know!"
He turned halfway back, just enough that he could look at his boy with his eyes still shielded. "Catwoman."
"Oh." Dick visibly relaxed, the tension going out of him as though he was a punching bag some one had just blown away. "Just catnip, right?" Batman nodded. "Cats like catnip; it doesn't harm them. No harm, no foul, right?" he suggested with a hopeful grin.
"Perhaps," he replied in his low voice, and then he was gone, his cape sweeping after him like gigantic wings. Robin was left behind him as Batman left to go on the prowl that night, his mind a jumble of thoughts and that hopeful grin of Dick's that appeared far more innocent than it should be filling his mental vision. Much later that night, watching the city from one of his favorite perches on top of a gargoyle, he finally let his sigh out.
Dick could never know the real him for he would run in the opposite direction if he did and call him more sick and twisted than the Joker, Two Face, or any of the villains they'd battled in the past. Only in his dreams could he face him and say the words he really wanted to say. {It seems I love you,} he admitted in the imagination so few knew he possessed. {Bizarre, don't you think?}
Never in his dreams did Robin turn from him, but he knew just one uttered admission in reality would send his best friend running away from him and he would lose him forever. He would not let that happen, he swore yet again, launching his grappling hook and swinging out into the night in search of some perp to take his frustrations out on.
The End
Diamonds, Cats, and Bats, posted 3-23-13, rated T/PG-13
Characters: Selina, Cats
Diamonds aren't really a girl's best friend, but Catwoman knows what/who is.
She purrs as she twirls through her bedroom, opening her bags and letting their stolen contents spill across her territory. Cats of all colors twirl around her spinning, leather-clad legs, rubbing their furry tails and heads against the human woman who is mother to them all while meowing. They are happy, because she is happy. For now, in their world, that is all that matters.
The room is filled with glitter as Catwoman dances to her bed, her legs entwining perfectly with no less than forty other, and much smaller, legs. She continues to spin, letting the diamonds fall where they will. Her floor, her dresser, her chair, and her bed are all soon covered in the color she loves most: the glittering silver that means money, riches, and, thereby, freedom. A diamond even dangles over her furchildren's food bowl while another hangs over the top of their water bowl. The cats bat at them playfully, never knowing or caring how much they are worth.
Still purring, Selina falls with leisure across her bed. The ten cats closest to her immediately join her. Her lithe body curls around theirs, but she barely notices the tiny, pink tongues licking her bared toes. She's too happy with her other prizes tonight. She's made such a haul that she shouldn't have to worry about food for any of them for the rest of the year and can also drop another grand or two to her favorite feline charity.
Well, her second favorite, any way. Her first is always herself, and she, and any one else with half a brain, knows that she does more for the cats who are thrown away all throughout the world than any organization ever will. She does more, because she's not afraid of anything. She's not afraid to break the law or to bend nature to her will. She's not afraid to risk everything or go up against any odds when she knows that her means are the most righteous cause in all the world. Let the Batman protect the sniveling humans who could help themselves if they could only be bothered; she will always protect and save the true innocents, no matter the costs.
Diamonds surely do help with those costs, though. They help to take care of her babies and herself in the most splendid of conditions, to feed her furchildren and make sure they get all the medications and care they need. They help to keep them constantly buying new abodes so that they can stay on the move and never be found. They help to make her happy, she admits silently as she bats at a large diamond hanging down from the luxurious canopy she allowed herself on this bed - just for the sheer delight of shredding it on the rare occasion that Bruce does come over.
Then, as he always does, he enters her mind. She tells herself she glimpsed the Batsignal hovering in the sky from beyond her open curtains or that she heard a siren. It doesn't matter why she's thinking of him now. What matters is that she is, and she remembers.
She remembers having to fight him again. She remembers his determination to not understand her cause and always stop her, even when she's in the right. They have teamed together, but it's been a rare case, rarer even than the largest and purest of these diamonds she stole tonight. Too often, she's in the right, but he's too blinded by his own cause to see it.
One hand goes to her cheek while the other continues to toy absently with the diamond above her. He hit her tonight with more strength than usual, hit her so hard that his punch will surely have left its mark by morning's light. She mews softly, and every furry head immediately looks up in concern at the sad note in her voice. The cats surrounding her already press closer while the rest run immediately to join her and get as close to her as they can.
They're all purring, but she still feels the pain that he manages to invoke in her every time they're together. It isn't the hit, any of them or the kicks, or the way he flipped her over his head like she was a weak kitten. It isn't any physical pain, and it's a pain she's tired of feeling, has told herself time and again that she won't feel again, and yet keeps returning. It's a pain in a heart that she's told him she no longer has.
Why, she roars inwardly, why can he not see what she does is right?! Why does he continue to protect those who have riches who do not deserve them, those who kill, who torture, who maim babies?! A blind cat bumps her cheek, the same one Batman hit earlier, and Selina wants to growl, not at her babies, never at her babies, but at him for he stood between her and the revenge she should have been able to exact on the human monster who prodded out this baby's eyes with a fire iron. It's a wonder the little one's even alive, and she wouldn't be if not for Selina or, rather, for Catwoman, who had been in the right place at the right time and would have ripped that bastard apart if not for Batman stepping in to save his life.
Selina growls, her teary, emerald eyes flashing with otherwise silent fury. If she had had the tail she should have been born with, it would have now been flashing with fury, thumping all over the bed that's worn the marks already of their lovemaking. She can't shake the damn Bat, yet he continues to hang over her like a shadow, like the shadow that threatens all of Gotham City's true innocents.
Her fury builds swiftly until Catwoman leaps from her bed and, hissing, tears the canopy to shreds. She won't rebuild it this time, she swears, and she won't attempt to rebuild her relationship with the Bat, either. There can be no relationship with one who protects monsters and tries to stop a woman from saving and supporting her children. There can be nothing between them but wild sex and pain, and after a while, the pain is no longer worth the passion.
An unique diamond drops before Selina's narrowed, emerald eyes. She almost hadn't bothered with this jewel for it's not a true diamond. She had taken it only out of the knowledge that her babies would adore its tiny, ball-like shape. Now it spins and sparkles in front of her eyes, held down by the outstretched paw of the tabby perched on the highest point of her bed that still remains.
It spins and sparkles. Selina mews, cocks her head to one side, and finds the Bat, at last, finally slipping away again from her mind. Like her children, she, too, likes shiny objects, especially those which dangle so temptingly before her. She reaches out and slaps the diamond. Its spinning sparkles even more brightly as it twirls faster around and around, and she bats it again.
Slowly, she slinks back onto her bed, her anger seeping out and the diamond, and her feline friend, dropping ever closer. Her children again press into her sides, and Selina's sanity, what fragile sanity she has left after all she's suffered throughout her nine lives, slowly returns with their purring and calming presence. She smiles as she bats at the ball-diamond and swears again that the Bat will no longer have any power over her.
She thinks of the old cliche that diamonds are a girl's best friend. She thought of it earlier, too, but hadn't believed it any more than she does now, though for different reasons. Cats are a girl's best friend. They are the only beings who stand beside her through thick and thin, always returning to her side as soon as they can or she allows it. She can whisper all her secrets to them and never hear a single one repeated.
Diamonds do come close, however. Like cats, they can entertain and comfort, and unlike the dreaded Bat, whose alter ego she'd once wanted for her very special friend, they don't hurt. They don't cut unless used in the wrong hands or held too tightly, and even then, it's only the flesh they harm, never the heart or soul. She smiles, resumes her purring, and continues to play with her diamonds while relaxing in the comfort zone of her clowder. Cats are truly a girl's best friend, but diamonds do make for a good, steady, and trustworthy second, far better than any bat ever could or would.
The End
