Confessions

A series of Bat and Cat drabbles from The Dark Knight and AU tales.

A/N: I wanted to do something a little different and fun. I'm never done character POV's before or drabbles. I hope you like it.

(Bruce's POV)

The grand room is filled with society decadence and rich elegance, forge with tales of defeats and victories.

The background music starts to pick up and couples twirl on the sleek floor. I lean against the balcony. Knee is throbbing.

A sleek brunette covered black catches my watchful gaze and I know it's her. The beautiful jewel thief.

Selina Kyle.

Suddenly I'm interrupted by a lady in red scarlet and I am obligated to exchange a few words as a refine gentlemen.

The lady in black dark brown eye's collide with mine, for the first time, I feel my heart beat and hope rise.

She carries mystery and same fight infused in her coffee depths.

She and I both feel it, the moment of when both of our masks strip off just for those few seconds, we feel connected.

I need to get close to her.

Will she allow me?

(Selina's POV)

I can't believe the billionaire shut in found me.

When he looks at me, I see fire in those hazel eyes of his and it is impossible for me to roll my eyes away.

I feel condemn. I feel the tightness of the pearls around my neck. I want to get away from him. He's not my type.

My heels stay mounted, heart beats and we both look at each other. He's killing me. Those piercing eyes slay me.

I want to run. I know it's not going to work between us. We're too different. I'll break his heart.

Damn. I can smell his aftershave. He's close.

"Mind if I cut in?"

I hear his voice and shift my eyes, he's standing there with a bright carefree smile, like he has nothing to lose.

I cringe when he takes my hand and glides him atop the dance floor, I try to find a distraction but I'm trap in the moment with him. I can't pull myself out.

Everything is happening too fast, he's a smooth talker. A phony class act. I can see right through his mask. He's hiding something valuable.

In those moments, I feel my disobedient heart flutter, I shiver as he takes the pearls off.

I feel the fire burn. I have no choice. I want something of his.

I lunge forward and press my lips on his, he is delicious to taste, he responds with a gentle caress against my lips.

We both feel something.

It's foreign and dangerous.

I pull my lips free, I can feel his breath still on my mouth as he sweeps back and looks at me, and I smirk wickedly before slipping into the crowd.

No. He won't chase after me. Not tonight. I don't expect him to, because I know the truth...

He will always be the prince and I will always be the thief.