It was getting tiresome after awhile. Batman though had more pressing matters on his mind as he blocked another swing from a clown masked thug. He shoved his forearm low, striking him in the stomach before smashing his opposite elbow into his jaw. The last crook hit the ground and he surveyed the scene with his passive glare, his cape over his broad shoulders. He was glad despite the tight material that he could breathe in the suit, if he couldn't then he'd be a sweat soaked mess every time he stepped outside.

Eight men all dressed in Joker-esque regalia were scattered about the alleyway. It was an attempted robbery that he stopped with a pair of well placed smokebombs and a threesome of batarangs. He didn't bother collecting them as he used his grapple to send him flying onto an apartment building, letting the police clean up the crooks. It wouldn't be the first time evidence of his existence was locked away by the GCPD and truthfully since he had trackers embedded into most of his hardware he could, in theory, use it as a back up stash should the worse happen. His mind had been somewhere else lately, something that usually never ailed him even as he settled on the edge of a rooftop to look over Gotham, his city and his home.

He remembered the rumbling of her chest against him. He recalled her want, how she bit his lower lip. He reached a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose beneath his cowl. Why her? Why Cheetah? During his attempted, and failed, infiltration he recalled the Joker knocking him out and his foe's hand slapping him awake. He was left alone for awhile before Luthor brought down the first pair of bodyguards to watch over him. Manipulating Grundy and Humanite was child's play to him. Greed always played its part and he barely hid his grin as he watched the pair of them fight for awhile until Luthor interrupted them. That was when he sent Cheetah on watch and admittedly she wasn't quite what he expected. He heard reports certainly, but he knew such things could be brought out of proportion much like his description while in the cape and cowl. He found it all a pleasant surprise that some things were truer then others.

She was shorter then he expected and much like her feline counterpart she was clawed and walked with a predatory gait. He sensed that wild nature within her, and at the same time he saw a sense of dedication. Maybe that was why he probed her for her story? Might it have been because he was just bored and wanted to hear a voice? Hers was certainly hypnotizing, wanting, earning for something. Something, he feared after the League ousted the Injustice Gang, that he could not give to anyone. Batman worked best alone yet his mind was muddled when it came to Cheetah as a subject. His thoughts kept returning to her even as the wind whipped his cape around him.

She said that her accident was from a genetic splicing that she dedicated herself to. It even got to the point she voluntarily used herself as a research subject. She called herself a freak. Though a part of him, the more logical side, called her a prodigy for what she had accomplished in her own time. He could just imagine the results if she had a proper lab. He did his homework on the subject of human-animal serums and save for Langstrom with his hit and miss trials with the Man-Bat serum he could not recall anyone else. He was too confused perhaps at the time, simply listening to her, that he couldn't use his mind to its full effect. It was evident though that Catwoman spoiled him. He hadn't heard from Selina in some years it feels like but he knew her focus wasn't his alone. Despite that though he kept falling for felines in both name and look much to his partial dismay.

He then spotted a familiar lithe figure slinking along the rooftops. He brought out his binoculars, complete with multi purpose lenses, and he zoomed in. He watched for a moment and scowled, putting on the Batman persona again. If Cheetah was in Gotham prowling the rooftops that meant nothing good for anyone involved. It was likely catastrophic if Luthor had a hand in it somehow. He shot his grapple and swung down feeling the cool air slice along his jaw. He leapt into the air, spreading his cape and hovering for a moment. He angled himself and closed the cape around him. He tacked her hard to the ground, hearing a pained mewl from her. She squirmed about and it didn't take her long to wriggle about and stare up at him.

"What are you doing in Gotham?" he snarled to her, letting his body weight keep her pinned.

"What else?" she mused as a grin tugged her lip. "A woman needs to eat."

"His eyes narrowed on her. She looked away from the gaze, everyone did. "Try that again."

"…I came here to find you." came the shy response.

"He wasn't sure whether to laugh or knock some sense into her. "Why? Is Luthor rebuilding the Injustice Gang already? Or are you just here to bait me into a trap? Another stasis field for him to put me on display?"

"She smiled at him slightly. "We both know how well that went…" she noted with a purr.

"Her claw traced along his jaw and his hand shot to her wrist, but he didn't quite pull away from her touch. "Yes," he muttered, "and you had your fun."

"I didn't have my fun," she complained with her ears pinned to her head, "I found someone who actually listened to me. You even researched my accident that turned me into this freak. All for the sake of what? Being called a villain?"

Again with that line that implored him to ask her of her work. He shouldn't play into it. "You're not a freak or a villain," he found himself saying softly, "you dedicate yourself to your work, as I do to mine. That should be known by now and I don't repeat myself."

He saw the brief glimmer in her eye before her lips pushed to his and for the second time he found himself caught entirely off guard by her actions namely a kiss. He should have been more careful, more guarded and more distant. The hand that gripped hers then slid down along her arm then along her side, making her quiver and let out a soft moan into the embrace. He pulled away, eyes closed and a deep breath escaping him marking the air with a puff of frost.

"Cheetah," he muttered, "this is not… There is so much wrong with this…"

"Try me." She whispered, in mock to the very two words that he said to her.

"He stood up, letting her stretch her form out along a slightly raised ledge of the roof they were on. He admitted if it weren't for his cowl his eye would be trailing all along her, really what man wouldn't? He kept himself hidden beneath that dark fabric but he kept his gaze on her. "You've caught me off guard twice now. I do not admit to easily… Once when we first kissed, and just now."

"When I kissed you again?"

"He waited a moment before giving a slight nod.

"…The cat has caught the bat." She said with a soft laugh.

"I've been distracted." He retorted, perhaps a bit too bitterly and sharply as her ears briefly pinned to her head,

"And why is that?" She asked. Was she worried about him? He had that worry enough from Alfred.

"…Because I've been thinking more about you then I realized." he began, it was all pouring out now much to the scowl that was painted in his mind. "You have a genius intellect and use it for all the wrong reasons. You can help people, save lives. When I saw you in the Injustice Gang you had the least amount of criminal activity. You took what you needed."

"Is that what caused the pity party?" She hissed. "Why you listened to me? Played me for a fool and nearly get me killed?"

"I listened because I wanted to," he stated in a commanding tone, "and you said you wanted to find me, so here I am, tall, dark and brooding. Tell me Cheetah, what are you going to do now?"

"She stared at him with those quizzical green eyes and she stood up. She was silent when she walked over to him. He expected her to cut along his face but instead her claws traced his jaw and then slid under the cowl. His hand shot up again, gripping her wrist hard to the point where she winced. "Not yet," he said to her, "not here."

"She nodded, tail swaying behind her. He felt his heart start to hammer as he called the Batwing. This was a foolish idea, he felt all the alarms going off in his head, but he ignored them, shoved them down. His arm coiled around her waist and they shot up into the cockpit. She was settled in his lap with her back to his front. She curled her body slightly to stare at him.

"What made you start asking about my work?" she asked quietly, her hand cupping his cheek.

"Because I was curious." He whispered to her with a slight smile, one of the few he had ever shown.

She kissed him then and her arms coiled tightly around his neck. He returned the embrace, his arms free now unlike before. He removed his gloves letting them drop the ground. Leather was comfortable, but the feel of another warm body against his on a cold night was quite welcome. His hands slid along her sides and along her lower back, tracing just above her rump. She pulled away, panting softly, her eyes were dull and her lips were curled in a pleased smile.

"Does this have an autopilot?" she asked softly.

He grinned, pressing one of the buttons on his console for voice commands. "Autopilot; set course to home, stick to the clouds."

"She smiled as him claws glided down his chest, loosening his utility belt and putting it in the passenger seat. Her warm claw rubbed along his crotch and he involuntarily shuddered. She gave a small laugh and kissed at his cheek gently.

"Mm, too bad I'm not wearing any clothing…"

He smirked at her. "Too bad indeed."

His tongue dragged along a breast. It was certainly a different taste, but at the moment he didn't care all too much. She let out a soft moan and her claw rested on the back of his head as the other started to push down his tights quickly. Her breath came in short, heated pants. He was already hard and eager for her. She looked down at his length, grinning at him. "Seems you're ready…"

His bare hands spread her legs further and he curled his hips as she pulled his length free. It brushed along the core of her warmth and she growled low, gripping the chair as he bit down a moan that wanted to escape him.

"We shouldn't…" he murmured, feeling a pit of worry gnaw at his stomach. "if others found out—"

She kissed him to silence and rammed her hips down. A low feline growl escaped her. Her warmth he couldn't describe. Her claws slid along his neck and curled close. Their movements were slow and her furred forehead pushed to his cowled one. They were panting slowly and her powerful core and legs worked as her tail swished side to side behind her. His hands were on her hips, and then sliding back to grip her rear. They kissed again.

It would be a long flight home.