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brvceselinas · 1 day
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batman and catwoman with dylan dog in batman/dylan dog #1 (2024)
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ashleydrawscats · 5 months
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“It’s just, when I fall he catches me.”
BatCat wedding since I’m still in a wedding mood 🥰
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ladyantiheroine · 5 months
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lily-drake · 8 months
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Master List Part 1
I finally have my own laptop so now I can officially do this!
Master List Part 2
Timari
BioSibling!Timari:
Siblings Don't Shake Hands...: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4
Stay With Me Now
Romantic!Timari:
Happy Birthday Tim!
Hiding in the Blue
Let's Play a Game
Red is My Favorite Color
Escapé
Hide and Seek: Part 1 Part 2 Bargain: Part 1 Part 2
Ditched and Hitched: Part 1 Part 2
Platonic!Timari
The Bird's Baby Bug: Part 1 Part 2
Mistake?
Jasonette
Biosibling!Jasonette:
Happy Birthday Jason!
You Think We're WHAT?!
Peter and His Pixie: Part 1 Part 2
Platonic!Jasonette:
Unexpected Discoveries Lead to...: Part 1 Part 2
It's a Learned Trait
Romantic!Jasonette:
Stars
One of Us Has to Die
Daminette
Romantic!Daminette:
The Floor is Out to Get Me
Kiss the gir-NO!
The Blessed and Cursed
Who Do You Think You Are?!
Robin Hood and His Treasure
Found Family
Forced
Fear Me: Part 1 Part 2
Betrothed: Part 1 Part 2 (What-if ending [non-canon])
The Demon's Queen: Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25
BioDad!Daminette:
Mommy, Daddy Look! BioFamily!Daminette:
Cousin
Grumpy Cat/Fairytale
Stab or be Stabbed
Photograph
Why Can't Bats Rest in Peace? Part 1 Part 2 Surface Pressure: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Trust Must be Earned: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 LettersPart 8 Part 9
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fandom-friday · 2 months
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In another Life by DLaugh (https://archiveofourown.org/works/44006112/chapters/110646429) Batman. Selina Kyle wakes up in her nine year old body on the worst night of her life. This is the chance to changer her past – and if that means she ends up subtly manipulating Bruce Wayne into being a better father? Even better! Selina’s adventure of just making her family’s life better that eventually moves to mentoring Robin, and then co-parenting with Bruce is so endearing! I enjoyed every chapter of this fic and the fact that Talia and Selina aren’t at each other’s throats for Batman’s affection, but FRIENDS???? It made me SO happy! I enjoyed the journey all the way and the ending was satisfying!!!
OOOOH I love the thought of this AU! I've always loved Selina Kyle's character (even though I'm not as well-versed in the comics as many), and I think giving her a do-over where she uses her cunning in this way is such a neat idea! And I love the thought of her serving as a mentor rather than an antagonist (even though she makes a great one of those as well), and HECK YES FOR TALIA AND HER BEING FRIENDS!! This seems like @dlaugh has had a BLAST exploring this AU, and I am so stoked you sent this in! Thanks so much!
Participate in Fandom Friday to show your favorite creators from this week some love! :)
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celticcatgirl2 · 5 months
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Alright now…calm down there Gomez and Morticia…
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oceanview15 · 2 years
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Selina: Bruce I’m a little concerned
Bruce covered in bruises and knife wounds: Is it because I’ve been wearing these jeans for seven months straight? I’m gonna wash them this weekend
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cupidpsyches · 1 year
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batman #135 variant by artgerm
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eamo2004 · 1 year
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Batfam Moments #4
[Very early into Dick Grayson's tenure as Robin, Catwoman spots her dark and brooding Prince Charming standing on a rooftop. She can't help but go to him. She slowly creeps up on the Dark Knight]
Catwoman: Why hellloooo Batman~... What brings you h-
[Robin pops out from in front of Batman, as Batman turns to face Catwoman]
Batman: Hello Catwoman.
Robin: Hiya!
[Catwoman stares at the small child next to Batman]
Catwoman: ... Who is the child?
Batman: This is Robin. He is my protégé.
Robin: I'm Robin! :D
Batman: Yes Robin, we have established that.
Catwoman: ... That is a toddler.
Batman: He is not a toddler.
Catwoman: ... He is a baby.
Batman: He is nine.
Robin: I'm eight!
Batman: Eight and a half.
[Catwoman kneels down so she's at eye level with Robin]
Catwoman: ... Little boy, are you here against your will?
Robin: Uhhh... Nope! I like bein here! If I do a good job, I get ice cream afterwards!
[Catwoman looks up at Batman]
Catwoman: You're crazy.
Batman: Love you too.
Robin: ... Does this mean I get ice cream?
Batman: Indeed Robin
Catwoman: ... I like him!
[And then they all went for ice cream]
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agir1ukn0w · 2 years
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honestly there is so much raw potential for Bruce accidentally (or even intentionally) revealing to Selina that he’s the batman just by saying her name as she’s walking away from him
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nunubug99 · 1 year
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Surprise!!
I guess I’m :
✨💖 Back on my bullshit 💖✨
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Thinking about how Bruce and Clark land on the idea of swapping partners to spice things up. Although it was an of hand joke made under the influence, neither could let the idea go.
Clark bringing it up to you, another meta, and Bruce to Selina. Clark blushes and fumbles through the confession, but eventually he asks what you think. Shock hits you first, but then the more you think about it, the more appealing it becomes.
The 4 of you decide that this will be a way to explore yourself and your partner better. Almost like a couples retreat! Although you all are excited to learn new tips, tricks, and honest feedback that you wouldn’t otherwise get, you all agree it’s best to come up with rules and safe words ahead of time.
Let’s meet our cast shall we? :
Y/N :
The Jack of all trades. Making a name for herself along the eastern seaboard, Y/N is a black freelance artist who works as a museum curator. Her power allows her to have superhuman strength, speed and endurance, while her meta gene allows her to bend, absorb, and manipulate solar energy. Much like Clark, her power comes from the sun. Known as the Golden Gladiator, her heroics are only brought up in times of severe crisis. She often prefers her civilian life and the privileges it affords, as her secret identity has only been shared with those she can trust. Wild card : Likes when she and Clark can let go of being cautious and careful. Since they both have similar energy sources, their lovemaking can actually be a way to transfer solar radiation. Whether it’s in the middle of a battle or at home, this has proven to be extremely rewarding over the course of their relationship. Because the two of them are metas, they can focus on each other rather than their ✨destructive✨ actions. Extra Bonus : Y/N is curious to see how this experience will improve her skills and impact their relationship.
Note : Although this is not an OC, as I write Y/N I am imagining some of Teyonah Paris’s characteristics.
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Kal / Clark :
Strong and Sensitive. This big boy is the definition of the “Country boy I love youuu!” Vine. Between his responsibilities as a reporter and as earths biggest hero, he always makes sure he has time for you. His biggest asset is his attention to your senses. Over the last few years of marriage, you’ve found that he can always tell how you’re feeling before the words even leave your mouth. His size comes as an added bonus, but his wild card is using it in his knack for overstimulation. As an attentive partner, he’ll make sure that all your needs are taken care of and catered to at the utmost importance. All he asks in return is that you try to keep up with him. :) King of Aftercare. Will talk you through it while showering you with his praise. Both physical touch and words of affirmation are his ways of showing his devotion. Extra bonus : He becomes a slight tease when you’re loopy. He’ll ask you to tell him what you want or how you want it; and when you can’t deliver, he’ll keep going until you can.
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Bruce :
Calculating and Experienced. The opposite of the man from Smallville in almost every way. Where Clark likes to be soft as if he was working with clay, Bruce is more equipped to be as efficient and in control as possible like a botanist with a bonsai tree. King of edging. Won’t let you cum until he thinks you deserve it. Will make you beg in the best way. Has a knack for public play and shibari. All his travel and escapades has made him extremely aware of his likes and dislikes, so it’s very unlikely you’ll surprise him with any requests. He’s usually playing brat tamer so this will be a nice change of pace. Wild card : Is not afraid of his sexuality or pushing his limits. He shows his adoration in gifts rather than words. His past consistent lovers would usually be showered in parting gifts, for example Selina’s Tiara collection. You would be no exception to this rule and in his aftercare you will look up things you want. He will get annoyed if you speak up about prices; and as punishment he’ll make you add more to your cart. Extra bonus: Can and will make you cum without touching you. His biggest goal is to beat his personal record of withholding your release.
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Selina :
Sensual and Clever. Selina will play her partners like a symphony. The woman is the perfect match for the man who plans for everything. This cat found her way to Gotham City after trying to find a fresh start when her first life was taken from her. Her objective is to leave them wanting her more than they ever thought possible. Wild card : She revels in the idea of being both a brat and a dominatrix. So being able to play with both roles has her more excited than anyone. Before getting down to business, she usually likes to set the mood for the evening. Whether it’s roleplay or even a drink, she finds that the most alluring part to her is the foreplay before the fun begins. Bonus : Although her hands are usually tied up, she’s actually very intentional about her nails during play. Because of this, she dabbles in both S&M as well as sensory play whenever she can.
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(Taking inspiration from both the Harley Quinn series and the Catwoman movie featuring Halle Berry)
Although I mainly thought of this because of the endless possibilities that a chaotic superhuman wifeswap would entail; I do credit some of the inspiration from the “Listening Party” Series by @canumoveurseatup-no Aka Bexie. Literally one of the greatest writers of our time! I can only hope that one day I’m able to express my thoughts and ideas like they can 💖
Due to my schedule, Idk when I’m gonna actually post 😬 However I will be working on the first installment this week so we’ll see what happens 🤷🏾‍♀️
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brvceselinas · 9 months
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batman/catwoman: the gotham war (red hood variant #1) by karl kerschl
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2gotham2high · 9 days
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2GOTHAM2HIGH - FAN CAST (MAIN CAST)
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Chris Mason as...
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BRUCE WAYNE A.K.A BATMAN
Bill Skarsgård as...
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JACK NAPIER A.K.A JOKER
Dove Cameron as...
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SELINA KYLE A.K.A CATWOMAN
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no-mercy-bby · 8 months
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Batcat 80s playlist🦇🖤🐈‍⬛️
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lily-drake · 2 years
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Could we get like a small kinda part 2 for 'You've Got To Be Kitten Me?' Like right after Bruce watches what had to be his and Selina's daughter disappear in a swirl of ladybugs/magic, Oracle is on the link coms and telling him she's looking into everything now, searching Paris for a Marinette around the age of 14/15, hospital records/tapes, etc etc. He takes Selina back to the cave to get more info and the batboys are there as well,and then they discover everything thats been happening in Paris
(this the 2nd part for the 'You've Got To Be Kitten Me' part 2 ask, sorry ran out of room) anyways no one is happy with whats been happening in Paris, madman butterfly guy taking control of people when they have negative emotions?! Yeah no. Their little BatCat being harassed by her so called partner for dates or sacrificing herself just to make him get his butt in gear, Bruce and the boys are gonna have a.. 'talk' with the spotted 'hero' no doubt. Basically Batfam making plans to help her.
I’m Getting Our Daughter Back!
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Selina had found her, or rather she had found them.  It didn’t matter, her kitten was finally back in her arms, she was home.  Or that was until a swarm of what appeared to be ladybugs began to swirl around her causing her to disappear.  Marinette seemed to know what was going on and quickly called out,
“I’m at Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie!”
Before she completely disappeared into the night.  Once she was gone Selina’s legs couldn’t stop shaking, and she would have fallen to her knees if Batman hadn’t caught her.  
“Oracle.”
Batman growled into the comm while the others emerged from the shadows, their bodies tense, obviously shocked and confused.
“Already on it.”
 Was her terse reply as her fingers soared across the keyboard in front of her.  Nightwing was the first to pull himself out of his shock and moved to kneel in front of Catwomen.
“Hey, are you okay?  Who was that?”
Selina looked up sharply and stared into the darkness as tears welled up into her eyes.  
“I just got her back.  I-I just…”
She stood up quickly and turned sharply.
“We’ll discuss this back at the cave, and I expect a plane ticket to Paris that leaves as quickly as possible.”
And with that she leapt off the roof back towards the cave with everyone following quickly behind her.  Bruce didn’t really know what to feel.  If this was Selina’s child, then there was a high chance that this was his daughter as well.  If this was the case, why hadn’t she told him before?  What if she didn’t like him?  What if she didn’t want to be part of his family?  He didn’t think he could live with himself if that were the case.
Once they were all situated in the cave, Babs facetime them from one of the monitors in the Batcave.
“Alright Selina, who was that, and what do you mean you had a child?!”
Jason started, blunt and straight to the point.  Selina glanced at Bruce guilty and bit her lip.  After a few minutes of silence she began,
“After an evening with Bruce, I found out I was pregnant.”
Bruce stiffened, straightening further in his seat even though he was already as straight as a board.
“I believed that at the time it had occurred, that Bruce would have taken her from me because of my nightly conducts and how I used what I had gained.  So, I went to Paris, France to wait out the pregnancy until I had given birth and would be ready to return.  At the hospital after I had given birth to her, I had given her to the nurse that was there to have her placed in the nursery where all the other children were placed to rest, but upon my awakening they had told me that she-”
Selina sniffed, a tear falling down her cheeks at the memory of her loss.  Bruce quickly pulled her into his side, trying to give her comfort.  She gave him a small grateful smile and continued,
“They told me that she had s-stopped breathing for unkn-known reasons and that she had passed.  I never even saw her body, which should have clued me in on whatever had happened.  But I was so overwhelmed with the knowledge that I just believed them. That was fourteen-years-ago.”
It was completely silent in the cave, the only sound being the dripping of water from the roof of the cave, the bats screeching and filtering on their perches, and Barabara typing furiously at her computer.
Slowly Dick reached his hand out and lightly took Selina’s hand in his.
“I’m so sorry Selina.  We promise that we’ll do everything in our power to get her back.”
Selina nodded at that, but then shook her head.
“I don’t want to overwhelm her.  I think it would be best if only Bruce and I went to get her first.  I….I need to see her again myself.”
The boys were a bit upset at that, but agreed all the same.  They understood what Selina meant, besides, someone would need to help Alfred get everything prepped for their new baby sister both around the manor and around Gotham.
“Alright!”
Babs said through the screen catching everybody’s attention.  There was a dangerous smirk on her lips that showed she meant business and would not hold back, but a glare against her eyes that showed she wasn’t at all happy.
“Selina, I have looked into current Paris and with the location she had given, I can say that a girl with dark black hair and blue eyes lives in that location.  To be able to see if she ‘s the same girl as the one we are looking for, I’m going to need her birthday and if you can remember the hospital name.”
“July 9, ####.  She was born at ____________.”
“Thanks Sel, just give me a few moments.  While I’m looking into this, I sent Tim some important current events going on in Paris you all should check out pronto.  It will explain why she’s a mask now, or rather what she does because she is one.”
Tim quickly pulled out a laptop out of who knows where and opened up the message Oracle had sent him.  He quickly set it up to a different monitor and let the video play.  They watched in stunted shock and anger as they watched Marinette and some show-off with an obvious hero complex fight against sometimes massive, sometimes harmless, and sometimes deadly opponents.  They watched as the hero in red continuously tried to force himself and his affections onto the clearly uninterested Lady Noire and was always so distracted that she would often sacrifice herself to keep him safe since apparently if he were hit everyone would be doomed.  
Selina flexed the claws of her suit in and out plotting many ways to take care of this little rodent.  She could hear Bruce growl when the boy lectured his daughter about being careful after the battle, she could barely keep herself from hissing.  There was a dangerous aura on the cave, one that promised violence and (possible) deadly force.  
“Come on Selina, we have to go with you now, we need to teach this little pest a lesson on how to be a decent member of society.”
Selina was definitely tempted to take Jason up on that offer, she wouldn’t mind letting the boys show that boy the proper way to treat a lady, but that was for later.  First things first she needed to see if her daughter even wanted to be her daughter.
“As tempting as that offer is, I still don’t want you to come yet.  Maybe after everything is cleared up, but not until then.”
She glanced over and saw how angry Dick was, especially as he wasn’t wearing his mask.  SHe could see the righteous fury blazing in his deep blue eyes.  She could see that this was bringing up memories of a past experience and triggering the need to protect and defend.  But she could also see in the tautness of his muscles and the small miniscule shake of his hands, that he was scared, that the memories of that rainy night so many years ago still haunted him.  She could tell that he wanted to protect her from what he had gone through, to make sure that no one else in the family would ever go through what he had ever again.  Goodness she wanted to bring the boys, but…she wouldn't risk losing her forever because she was too pushy.  Who knew what her current standing with her current family was, there was a large possibility that she had known she was adopted.  That her parents had lied and said she hadn’t wanted her.  She had to know what the situation was before they attacked.  It was a recon mission of sorts, then once recon was done then everyone could advance.  Before she could say any of that though, Babs solemnly said,
“It appears that you were indeed lied to Selina.  A nurse took a bribe from Sabine Cheng and gave Marinette Kyle to her after changing her name to Marinette Dupain-Cheng at the woman’s request.  I found the transaction of nearly $85,000 deposited to Nurse Blancher from the Dupain-Cheng bank account in $6,500 deposits a month under the guise of paying back a loan for the bakery.”
And with that confirmation, Selina was up and moving towards Her’s and Bruce’s room to pack as she yelled,
“Bruce and I will call you for when you can zeta over once everything is cleared over.”
And with that, Bruce quickly called up one of his best lawyers while the boys began to plot amongst themselves what they were going to do to help their sister with her many problems.  
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sentinelpri · 2 years
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Ashes, Ashes, Dust To Dust
Selina Kyle hates Bruce Wayne, she says, and every time it comes up, Batman’s response is always the same; “So do I.”
Bruce Wayne sits in the batcave on a cool spring morning, drinking a cup of tea in a glass mug as he thinks about her and reviews footage from his most recent encounters on the streets of Gotham. He returned later than expected because of his nightly rendezvous with Selina, that of which Alfred doesn’t know about and hopefully never will. The tea has gone cold, though he doesn’t mind. At least it’s something.
Selina is probably- hopefully- asleep by now. 
He doesn’t know why she’s so attracted to him in the first place. He’s blunt, rude, awkward, and far from charming. Under the mask, he’s even worse, and she’s beautiful; stylish, clean, makeup always impeccably done, dark and silky locks, hazel eyes, freckles splattered across her cheek like stars, perfect figure, smooth and unscathed sunkissed skin. Meanwhile, he hasn’t showered in a week, is scarred all to hell, and looks worse than some of Gotham’s sewer rats- not that she knows that anyways, because while she’s always asking who he is and what’s under the mask, he refuses to show her that side of him. 
There’s a certain amount of guilt that comes with it, as he knows everything about her, every little secret and layer and facet of her and her life. She doesn’t even know his name, but Batman can play that off. Batman is confident. Batman can hide and disappear at any time. Bruce Wayne is the opposite, and so, he avoids the subject, little lies falling from his lips and into her unknowing ears whenever she brings it up. Every time he has to skirt around the subject of who he really is, he feels slimy; sick. He knows that, were she ever to find out his true identity, she would despise him, and he understands why. After all, he hates Bruce Wayne even more than she does.
He has to break it off, he decides as he grips the mug so tight in his clasped hands that he swears he hears the glass handle begin to fissure. He’s flown too close to the sun with Selina Kyle, and if she learns who he is deep down behind the persona he wears at night, she’ll never forgive him. He imagines how she would react; the look of shock shifting to one of disgust, the questions, the insults, the yelling, the hitting. She’d be distraught, angry, and betrayed all in one knowing that the man she’d been sleeping with on and off for a year since she’d left for Bludhaven was actually one of the many powerful men she so terribly loathed.
He laments what was once there- no, he laments what is still there; how she looks at him with a glimmer of hope for them in those sparkling hazel eyes, how she holds onto him just a little too tight when she knows he’s going to leave, how she smiles at him in a way as bittersweet as she is, and how the grease of her smeared lip gloss feels and sparkles against his neck and lips the next morning. It’s all still there, as is the smell of her perfume; something like strawberries and cream that clashes terribly with the scent of sweat and leather that lingers from running around in the batsuit all of last night. 
Shards of the broken Selina Kyle remain stuck in Bruce Wayne’s skin; the tough, thick skin that Selina somehow managed to get underneath with hardly any effort whatsoever. Bruce figures he’ll spend years picking these shards out and treating the wounds they’ll leave. Part of him resents that- the other part of him is grateful that there will be a piece of her left in him, but leaving the woman will be easier than letting her go and forgetting her, and he knows this. 
He wants to hurt her back; to leave her and tell her that it’s her fault, that she’s the one who caused this, that he wants nothing to do with her- because he knows if he tells her the truth, she’ll find a way to convince him that he’s wrong and make him stay, and in some weird way, he feels vengeful about the entire thing, feels like he deserves revenge for her making him fall so hard. He’d been perfectly fine by himself before her, and now he feels like he can’t breathe without her.
“Selina…”
Love is a terrible, cursed emotion. It makes Bruce feel things he doesn’t want to feel, think things he doesn’t want to think, do things he doesn’t want to do… In the midst of his thoughts, he doesn’t hear Alfred come in or even notice the man until he feels a strong, grounding hand gripping his clothed shoulder. It’s a comforting touch that he struggles not to lean into.
“Selina?”
“Alfred,” He jumps forward and snaps his head to the side to peer back at his butler so fast that his neck pops with the force of it. The crack resonates in the room loudly enough that Alfred gives him an all too familiar look of concern. “You startled me.”
“My apologies, Master Bruce,” Alfred bows just a bit before standing back up straight and giving him an inquisitive look. “Who’s this Selina you speak of?”
“No one important,” He lies and immediately realizes he shouldn’t have; Alfred’s expression is skeptical at best and all knowing at worst. “Just that woman who helped me with some spy work back when we were dealing with The Riddler.”
“The one who was yelling at you in the mirror while you were watching through the camera lenses?”
“Don’t remind me of that,” He groans and sets his mug of icy tea down, then reaches forward to turn his computer off. When the screen goes dark, he pinches the bridge of his nose between his thumb and index finger and allows his sea-foam eyes to fall shut. Purple, blue, and grey crescents are forming underneath them from his lack of sleep now, but they’re masterfully covered with black eyeliner. He hopes no one notices them. “Did you need something?”
“Not necessarily, but I am curious as to why you’ve been watching videos of this Selina on loop for hours on end. Every time I peek in here, it’s her on your computer screen. Are you seeing her… Privately?”
“I-” Bruce stops, starts, and then stops again. He doesn’t know what to say. He’s aware by now that lying to Alfred rarely goes well for him, let alone works, so he tries not to make a habit of it, but then he’s doing it once more. “Uh, no. I don’t have time for that.”
“Right, of course,” The white-haired man says, completely unamused and unbelieving. “With all due respect, Master Bruce, I think you should go take a shower.”
“Oh,” Bruce hums and takes a deep breath in through his nose. It’s true that he stinks- the batsuit doesn’t exactly smell like roses, he hasn’t showered in a week, and his nightly escapades- whether it be on the streets of Gotham or in Selina’s apartment- have him producing an ungodly amount of sweat. Again, he doesn’t know how or why she’s attracted to him. “I guess you’re right. Excuse me.”
Bruce stands up and leaves with a huff. The soreness in his back and shoulders makes them hunch forward. He feels shaky, like he could collapse at any second, but he doesn’t. He makes his way out of the batcave and up into his manor to go to the master bathroom. On his way there, he sees the sun starting to rise through one of the many windows, lines of orange and yellow starting to break the pitch black of the night sky. Honey-hued rays of sunlight reflect on the glass as he walks to the bathroom and turns the shower water on. It’s cold- always cold- so cold that it’s going to have him shivering and stinging under the pressurized bursts of water. The goosebumps that raise on his skin are just uncomfortable enough to make him grit his teeth and hurt. The pain is a comforting yet painful reminder; a reminder that he is not just the iron barrier that is Batman nor is he just the brick wall that is Bruce Wayne, but that he’s also a human being with blood coursing through his veins and a heart beating in his chest like everyone else; a human being who hurts and loves and cries and yearns like everyone else in Gotham. 
When he undresses, he stops to look in the mirror. It’s the only time he ever does. Stripped of the batsuit, he is nothing but Bruce Wayne, pale and sickly looking with a marred chest, barely showing ribs, jutting hip bones, chapped peach lips, and dead eyes surrounded by wine-hued bags and smeared black makeup. He briefly wonders if Selina would like the many inches of skin he usually hides from her, if she would kiss every single scar and tell him he’s lovely like he would for her. Then again, she’s never been that sweet, which is fine. Bruce doesn’t like sweet, which is why he likes Selina.
Finally, he tears his gaze away from his own reflection and steps into the shower, allowing his thoughts of Selina to be pushed to the back of his mind by the icy water hitting his chest. The water raises goosebumps on his skin before rolling down and into the drain. 
Bruce only leaves the manor again when the sun begins to set that night. He hides in the shadows and along the many alleyways and rooftops of Gotham’s city streets, sea-foam eyes switching between his general surroundings and the last drops of light blue, grey, and purple being stolen by the pitch black blanket of the dark night. It’s relatively calm minus a minor run-in or two. Things have died down since The Riddler, and though they aren’t perfect, the entirety of Gotham is aware that he’s hiding in the shadows- he is the shadows- and he won’t hesitate to put a stop to any crime he happens to come across on his nightly patrols. 
When he realizes the night is going to come to an end soon and that the familiar symbol in the sky isn’t present, he decides to go to Bludhaven via motorcycle and meet Selina at her apartment with a bag on his back. The roads are empty and dark, the wind blowing hard. His heart beats faster and faster with every mile he travels. Thoughts of Selina race through his mind. What is she doing right now? Will she want to see him? Will she be angry at him for what he’s about to do?
When he gets there, he parks his motorcycle in the lot of the complex and looks around to make sure no one is around before switching from his helmet to his cowl. Maybe Selina is looking out her window and waiting for him. Maybe she’s sleeping. Maybe she’s with one of her many cats. Bruce thinks about her and sighs. 
It’s pouring rain outside as he goes to Selina’s door, his waterproof batsuit dripping with droplets. He knocks on the door and is surprised to receive an immediate answer. Selina stands in front of him and leans on the door as two of her cats circle his rain-covered boots. The fat orange one is Peaches, and the smaller white one is Cream. He knows there’s at least three more in the apartment, but he doesn’t know all of their names, and they’re usually hiding from him anyways. 
“Gotham must be getting boring for you,” Selina purrs and lets him in, walking through the entryway without even looking back at him. Bruce ushers Peaches and Cream back in before shutting the door behind him and locking it. “Think you might reconsider my offer to come here with me? Travel a bit?”
“No,” He answers, short and curt, no explanation given. Even if he felt Gotham were stable enough to leave unprotected for a short period of time, him leaving to travel with Selina risks revealing his identity- surely, someone would make the connection between Bruce Wayne and Batman disappearing from Gotham at the exact same time. Out of some sort of awkward obligation, he adds a stiff; “Thanks, though.”
“So, what brings you here?” Selina asks and walks to the refrigerator as Bruce stands awkwardly in the middle of her studio apartment dripping rain water onto her tile floor, unsure of whether he’s cold or hot. The rain on his clothes and on the small amount of skin he has showing says he’s freezing, but the cherry blush taking over his cheeks and the too-high-heat in Selina’s apartment say he’s on fire. “Usually, this goes a little differently.”
Selina opens the fridge and looks into it rather absentmindedly. It’s clear that she just wants something to do instead of having to look at Bruce in the eye- after all, it’s rare that they talk at all, usually communicating without using too many words. He’s grown used to their uncomfortable routine; he meets up with her somewhere, they have sex, and he leaves before sunrise. Sometimes, they share food and smalltalk, but it’s nothing more than that. They don’t put a label on whatever it is, she still doesn’t know his identity, and it’s so non committal that he can break it off whenever he wants. It’s perfect- or, that’s what he’s been telling himself. Now that he’s actually in the position where he feels like he needs to end things with her, he’s struggling to do it. 
Bruce can tell that he’s been silent for too long when Selina shuts the fridge and grips the handles to lean against it. Her body looks uncharacteristically tense as she waits for him to respond to her earlier question, but the words feel heavy in his mouth and refuse to roll off of his tongue for a few more seconds. Finally, he manages to speak despite the tightness in his throat and the quickness of his heartbeat. 
“We need to stop this,” He murmurs it so quietly he isn’t sure Selina hears him at first, but when she turns around from the refrigerator to give him a pointed look, he knows she did and almost regrets saying anything about it in the first place. “Selina… Whatever we are isn’t going to work out and we both know it.”
Her face is a full catalogue of changing emotions that he can’t read- not that he wants to anyways, he thinks, terrified of the feelings of anger and rejection that he can feel rolling off of her in bitter, palpable waves that snatch the air out of his lungs. Slowly, Bruce walks towards her, reaches out for her, and puts his gloved hands on her bare shoulders. He takes her in while he can, sea-foam eyes burning into hazel. Her hair has grown out since leaving Gotham, short black waves framing her cheeks and her chin, and she looks more tired; older, bags under her eyes that match Bruce’s own. He wonders if his sleep schedule is rubbing off on her as she shifts her weight between her feet and looks around, debating on how to react and what to say in response to his statement. 
Bruce wants her to shut down. He wants her to shrug his hands off of her shoulders, roll her eyes at him, and tell him that he’s free to leave. It’ll make this a lot easier. But she doesn’t do what he wants, because nothing is ever easy when it comes to Selina Kyle. She raises her voice at him and furrows her arched eyebrows in justified anger, because while she’s capable of shutting down and pushing others away, being cool and calm and collected as she closes herself off to those she’s important to, she won’t do that to Bruce. With him, she’s passionate and hot and fiery, the one flame in his life that always flickers and sends sparks flying but never seems to fade or burn out. Her fire melts him down into nothing every time he gets too close, only for her gentle touch to then bring him back up and mold him into fragile glass. 
“Seriously? What the hell is wrong with you?” She snaps and rubs the bridge of her nose between her thumb and his finger as she gives him an agitated look. “I know this didn’t just come out of nowhere, so what happened?”
“Nothing happened,” He grumbles, the lie almost falling dead on his tongue. It hurts to lie to her, makes him feel like his throat and his chest are on fire in the worst way possible. “I just came to the realization that this… Isn’t working.”
“You know what I think?”
He shouldn’t ask, shouldn’t entertain this, shouldn’t make it go on any longer or be any harder than it has to be, but he does because he’s an idiot and, even if they’re arguing, she still looks like an angel under the cheap artificial lighting of her tableside lamp.
“What do you think, Selina?” 
He forces a roll of his eyes and retracts his hands from her shoulders so he can cross his arms, which has her going on the offensive. She steps forward with a hand on one hip and uses her other hand to jab a single finger into his chest so hard that one of her overgrown acrylics snaps off of her real nail and flies across the room. She doesn’t even flinch.
“I think you’re just scared,” She accuses him in a matter of fact tone, and she’s right, so he doesn’t object. Instead, he crumbles under the pressure she exerts like he always does and allows his shoulders to slump with the weight of her words. “I’m right, aren’t I?”
And she cracks, cracks, cracks- cracks at the Batman’s rough exterior with just her hardened gaze, gets under his skin like she always does, picks away at the brittle parts of him, and tears him apart layer by layer until he’s nothing but Bruce Wayne; raw, vulnerable, and broken, shards of himself piercing Selina’s flesh just as her shards pierce his own. In this moment, though they are silent, each and every bottled up feeling seems to be spilling out through those punctures. Those feelings plague the air Bruce breathes, making it difficult for him to swallow the lump in his throat. He wants to take a step back, but she doesn’t let him- that gaze continues to keep him trapped there, frozen in place. 
As Selina Kyle cracks away at him, he cracks, breaks, and falls apart into tiny little pieces before her very eyes.
“...Yes,” He answers after what must’ve been at least an entire minute. Selina simply glares at him. “You’re right. You’re always right.”
“I thought you needed me,” She says after clicking her tongue, both of her hands now on his clothed chest. He realizes that she’s talking to Bruce Wayne rather than Batman without knowing that it’s him under the mask. “Maybe that was selfish of me; to think that we could fix each other. I mean, I don’t know what you’re like under that stupid get up, but you have to be fucked up on some level to run around Gotham beating the shit out of people in a batsuit, and I thought that maybe I could fix you like you’ve-”
“I do,” Bruce rushes to reply, to be the cure to the pain that was evident in her face. He can feel his resolve burning up into nothing with every second that passes, even more so when he grabs her hands and grips them tightly in his own. “I do need you, Selina. I don’t know what I’m even doing anymore… I can’t leave you,” As he pauses, Selina reaches up to rest her hand on the side of his face, and though she goes to mess with the seams of his cowl and take it off, he shakes his head and quickly grabs her by the wrist- albeit gently- to stop her. “Not yet.”
She doesn’t say anything, just allows her gaze to flicker off to the side and slips her wrist out of his grasp. Bruce looks around. Peaches and Cream are laying on Selina’s twin sized mattress with a scruffy looking black cat that he doesn’t know the name of. Meanwhile, a short, stubby calico scratches at one of the many cat towers. He thinks its name is Biscuit, but he isn’t sure. There are clothes strewn about all over the floor and the other furniture in her studio apartment, and the cheap lights are switching on and off. 
There’s tension in the air, but somehow, it’s reminiscent of relief. The two simply stare at each other for a few long minutes.
And then, her lips are on his. He isn’t sure who makes the first move forward, but the second he feels their lips together, he’s kissing her. It’s passionate and intense, messy and awkward, somewhat soiled by Bruce’s inexperience before Selina but quickly repaired by her taking his face in his hands and guiding him the right way. Even with them doing this for so long, he’s still uncomfortable with it and unsure of what he’s doing. A bit of his saliva drips from his mouth and down the small gap between where their lips connect, and he wants a hole to appear beneath them and swallow him up, but she doesn’t seem to mind, only breaking the kiss to wipe her chin with the back of her hand before taking him into her arms.
Bruce short circuits. 
“Stay the night,” It’s not a request- rather, it’s a demand, and Bruce acquiesces like he always does when Selina tells him to do something. 
Bruce allows her to lead him to her queen sized bed and lay him down so gently he thinks she’s scared of breaking him. Then, he takes Selina into his arms and allows her to fall asleep on top of him with her head on his chest and her body entangled in his. Knowing that he’ll have to slip away in just a few hours, he tries to memorize her sleeping face like it’s some sort of masterpiece, never getting a moment of rest as night fades into day. 
And, just like always, he leaves through the glass window right before she wakes.
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