CAT LOVER

CHAPTER 3 - "AFTERSHOCK"

DISCLAIMER: I don't own "Batman" or "Catwoman" D.C does

AUTHORS NOTE: This 3rd chapter will be split between Batman and Catwomans pov. As the Bat and Cat continue to come to terms with the new developments in their relationship.

Bruces POV:

I sat slouched, in an opera podium, my chin resting in one palm, supported by the elbow, my bowtie and top shirt button lay undone, some divinely haunting music echoed throughout the theatre, it sounded familiar, one of the tunes my mother loved listening to, the one she had me learn on the piano, the one I'd play on sunday afternoons. Below me on the theatre stage a beautiful, raven haired woman danced in time with the music, her dark, billowy locks swayed gracefully in time with her buxomly beautiful physique, each movement perfectly executed with an effortless finesse.

"Bruce...I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful young lady...what's her name?".

My mother spoke, watching the performance through her opera lenses.

"Selina, mother...Selina Kyle".

I responded monotonously.

"Selina Kyle?...well, she seems like a very nice girl, very elegant, very graceful, Bruce I'm glad to see you grew up to have such a fine taste in women...after your father and I left, I was worried you'd have no one to teach you about courting ladies, but you seem to have done extremely well".

Yes, well...if only she knew the real Selina, the one who got a kick out of scratching me across the cheek so she could lick the open wounds, or grinding her luscious form against me whilst tracing a claw over the insignia on my chest, if only she knew how naughty this nice girl actually was.

"Can I expect grandchildren anytime soon?"

"...I...I'm not really sure about that one mother...there are a number of...complications, we're still dealing with".

"Complications?...whatever do you mean, Bruce?".

Great, however would I explain to my conservative, old fashioned mother all the sordid little details of the playfully sadomasochistic tastes shared between Selina and myself, of how our encounters were like two caged animals in heat, I bet mother never tried to flay father with a bullwhip, while he tried to "Take her down" by shackling and bounding her wrists to her ankles.

"Well..., mother...for a long time Selina and I...we...wanted each other,very much...but...we couldn't have each other...this made both of us very angry and bitter...the angrier we got at each other, the more we seemed to want to hurt, control and humiliate each other, the more we seemed to be...attracted to each other".

"It sounds like passion, dear...it's good, healthy, means you care".

She replied with a chuckle.

"For years, Selina and I, we've so obssessively enjoyed giving and recieving pain, I mean it's usually what continues to attract us to each other, but...last night...at the end of it all...for the first time ever...I just got to...hold her, in my arms...while we slept...and it felt...good".

Mother slowly placed one hand over mine, gripping it lightly.

"Well dear, it sounds like the two of you are finally ready to understand the pain you so often share".

"Wh-What do you mean?".

"Your pain, her pain...it's of the same breed".

I awoke suddenly, I was back in my bed, Selina was still with me, snuggled safely in my arms. Looking down at her, asleep, tightly curled up, her beauty, her perfection, with every breath, as sound as a kitten. "Your pain, her pain...it's of the same breed", what did mother mean by that?.

I resolved to finally get out of bed, with Alfred not around, someone was going to have to fetch breakfast. Tying on a nightrobe, I left Selina a note and headed downstairs.

Selinas POV:

I awoke to the sound of Bruce's bedside alarm, must've fallen asleep in his arms again, shifting in bed slightly, the silk sheets glided across my skin without friction, the scent of lovemaking still hung thick in the air. Bruce was gone though, a note lay in his place:

"Dear Kitten"

"How dare he".

I giggled.

"Left to make you breakfast downstairs, 10 minutes ago, drew you a bubble bath across the hallway, take as long as you need, you'll find another surprise waiting for you in the bathroom closet, no peeking until after your bath, hope you like leopards, Kitten".

"Kitten eh, must be for all the times I've called him a mouse with wings".

I smiled to myself. A bubble bath, this definitely isn't the same Bat and Cat anymore, can't say I'm not pleased, rolling onto my back, I just lay there for a while. I never believed I would ever actually wake up in this place, the place where the Bat sleeps, I had dreamt about it all the time, at least every second night, but I was realistic enough to know it would probably never happen, at least not in this lifetime, but here I was, naked in the Bat's bed, wrapped in silk sheets that smelt like love, while the Dark Knight made me breakfast...how surreal.

So Bruce Wayne is the man behind the bat, understandable I guess, explains how he can afford the car, and the nifty gadgets, and the sexy costume, and so much spare time to dress up like a bat and chase a woman dressed as a cat. But...why, why had he become Batman, was the hunky playboy really that bored, or was it something else?. I'd dated Bruce before, he was a very deceptive creature, he had that cliche'd, superficial charm that easily attracts women, tall, dark, handsome, wealthy, catnip to a girl like me, but I often spotted cracks in him, the playboy thing was just an act, though a very convincing one. How much depth did he really have beneath the empty smiles and immaculate suits. I noticed a framed photo seated on Bruce's bedside table, "The Waynes, Thomas, Martha and their son Bruce".

"Bruce...oh, oh my...oh".

I giggled. Brucie was just a kid here, a cherubic little kid with a beaming smile, to think, Gotham's stoic faced Dark Knight was once just a chubby faced little boy, priceless. But the tribute to happy families made my heart sink, I never had a happy family, just a suicidally deppressed mommy, and an alcoholic daddy. All I ever had was Catwoman, I took up that life because I wanted things I never had, wealth, security, luxury, but Bruce had all those things, so why did he become Batman?.

Turning to look out the bedroom window I could see the entire grounds of Wayne Manor, of course I had been here a few times before as Selina Kyle, but it had been a long time since then, I'd forgotten just how amazing the place was. Green gardens and trimmed hedges as far as the eye could see, decorative birdbaths and finely chiseled limestone sculptures, the place was amazing, a labrynth of sumptous beauty. That was when I spotted the graveyard, off in the distance, a graveyard, I had never seen that before, of course my visits as Selina Kyle were always highly regulated by Bruce and Alfred, always highly controlled, it all made sense now, he couldn't have a pretty lady wandering all over his estate with so big a secret to protect. But the graveyard, what was that?. In that instant I had the urge to leap from the window, scamper down the gutter and vinework and go exploring, go for a prowl, after so much intense lovemaking with the DarkKnight, I felt the need, the hunger for a nice prowl, the estate was huge, I could spend hours exploring. Much as I wanted to, I resisted Catwoman's calling, afterall I'd much rather soak my numbed physique in a nice bath, and then there was also the special surprise waiting for me.

Bruce's POV:

The electric Kettle hissed as the water perculating inside neared boiling point, the low eruption of bubbles grew deeper and deeper within, the kettle vibrated on its support as the water inside grew hotter and hotter, the heat inside boiling more intensely with every passing second. Then, suddenly, the safety switch depressed itself, the Kettles amber light now blank, and the boiling, bubbling heat within quickly settled. To think, such intensely torrid heat could settle so suddenly, I emptied the kettles water into the coffee perculator. That was, for many years, exactly the dynamic of my relationship with Selina. Like two caged animals in heat, each time we worked together the heat between us would slowly perculate, gradually, gradually, hotter and hotter, till we could barely contain it, then at the peak of it all, a passionate embrace of lips, tongues and limbs, a short, mutual little ventillation of lust and desire. One short, beautiful moment, the one thing in the world that was "ours", before I would shun her away, only for her face to cringe into bitter hatred, as she would unload all her venom at me verbally, spouting lines that were dispicabley hurtful and cruel, I would just stand there, like a cement punching bag, absorbing all her abuse, the thing is I was always faking it, the things she said hurt me inside, badly. I hated that she was my enemy, I hated that we couldn't have each other, I hated how we could never do anything but manipulate and emotionally tortue each other, all I wanted deep down was to hold her, love her, but the mission always came first, above even my own happiness. Sometimes it hurt so bad I could cry, just break down completely and cry.

But where to now, marriage, children?...Damnit...I have'nt even thought this through...goddamnit. I shared my bed with her, told her I loved her, and I really meant it when I said it. Can't just hang up the cape and cowl, can't just stop being the Bat. Done it twice before and it just didn't feel right, once with Jean Paul the other time with Dick. As long as I'm still fit to run and jump and fight, I'm Batman, everything else will just have to wait...even the woman I love. And what of Selina, she's so damn independent, one of the things I like about her actually, she's not about to give up Catwoman for me, is she?...Where the hell do I go from here?...Where the hell do WE go from here?...oh goddamnit.

END OF CHAPTER 3.

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