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bantha_foddertitle: in the works (lift the lid and take the thing apart)
fandom: batman (can i really say that the fandom is 'batman'? surely i should say 'dc' or something)
disclaimer: not mine
Catwoman. FOR SLOANE.
**
He licks the skin that shows, the slither between vinyl and more vinyl.
She purrs.
*
Batman enters through the window, but his mother taught him well. He knocks first. Catches her half in, half out of the suit.
He smiles.
"Didn't your mother ever-" she starts, but his mother never taught him about letting a lady finish her sentences.
"I knocked," he interrupts. "They were busy singing," he says, and gestures to the cats.
"I'm feeling very invaded," she says, turns her back. "Make an appointment. I'm a very busy cat."
"It's important." He backs away, turns to face the window. "Joker's looking for you."
"How sweet of you to be concerned, Batman," she breathes. When he turns around, he faces Catwoman. "But I'm a girl who can look after herself. Now if you'll excuse me. I'm sure you can show yourself out."
She darts out the window, scales the side of the building. Her cats hiss.
He steps up to the window and jumps.
*
It's a profitable night. Diamond exhibit in the art gallery, an interesting statue in the museum. She spots Harley outside the Gotham Theatre, but Harley looks pretty pissed, so she doesn't stop to chat.
Not that she's heeding the Bat's warning or anything.
*
She steps carefully into her own apartment, checking to make sure the Bat has left no gifts inside. She leans over, checks under the table, and is unprepared when she is pushed onto her couch. It is silence and the sound of heavy breathing as she claws at his chest and he reaches for her mask. When she realises it is him, she stops scratching at his suit long enough to tug him out of it, and then scratches, long red welts down his back she hopes to lick later.
"You're stupid to be here," she whispers as he tugs the vinyl from her skin. The breeze hits the sweat hidden by her suit, and she sighs.
"I'll deal with it," he growls back, and sinks into her.
*
Later, in the moonlight, she watches him gather his suit. The back is in tatters; the front has some nice dents. She didn't cause them.
"Have Alfred pick you up," she says. "I'll lend you a bag to put it in. You went to a costume party. Or something." He gives her the look such a comment deserves. "I'll make it worth your while," she continues, and shows a bit of leg.
"Selina," the tone is pointed.
She flops back against the pillows. "Why don't you have some fun?" she asks. "Bruce Wayne is such a bore. I don't know how you put up with him."
"He put me where I am," he says.
She strides to the bathroom, turns on the shower. When she comes out, the apartment is empty.
*
She works through lunch. On the train in, she read the headline Bruce Wayne's Latest Conquest and saw the picture of the blonde draped over him, and lost her appetite.
*
"Harvey," she drawls into the phone, "I'm not convinced. There are holes in this plan you could drive the Batmobile through."
"I'd like to see you come up with something better," he yells.
"It won't be hard," she says. "Don't leave the brain work to birds, Harvey. Now, I have to go. Big party."
Harvey gasps into the phone. "Are you going to the Wayne Gala?" he says, and she can hear the grin in his voice.
"I wouldn't miss it for all of Gotham."
"What are you wearing?"
"Harvey," she says, disappointed. "It's a surprise."
She hangs up.
*
Bruce is visibly drunk by the time she arrives.
"Mr Wayne," she says, holds out a hand like they've never met before.
"I am," he says. "And you are...?"
"Selina Kyle." She gives him an insincere smile.
"Ms Kyle. Care to dance?"
They get half way around the dance floor before Two-Face crashes the party,
She flips him the finger and nips out the side exit.
She's not quite sure which of them she was flipping off, but both works.
*
Catwoman's sitting in Two-Face's car by the time he exits the Gala.
"There you are!" he exclaims. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."
"Have a little more faith," she says. "I have a new plan."
He offers her a glass of champagne as the car bumps into the heart of Gotham.
*
The plan works.
*
She sits on the roof of an apartment block, idly flipping her whip and watching the sunrise.
"There's fifty million missing from the Gotham Casino vaults," he says, and she knows he wasn't there a second ago.
"How delightful for them," she replies. Keeps watching the sunrise.
"Selina," he says, warning in his tone.
"Bruce," she hisses. "I can't be everything."
He stands behind her, watches the sunrise.
fandom: batman (can i really say that the fandom is 'batman'? surely i should say 'dc' or something)
disclaimer: not mine
Catwoman. FOR SLOANE.
**
He licks the skin that shows, the slither between vinyl and more vinyl.
She purrs.
*
Batman enters through the window, but his mother taught him well. He knocks first. Catches her half in, half out of the suit.
He smiles.
"Didn't your mother ever-" she starts, but his mother never taught him about letting a lady finish her sentences.
"I knocked," he interrupts. "They were busy singing," he says, and gestures to the cats.
"I'm feeling very invaded," she says, turns her back. "Make an appointment. I'm a very busy cat."
"It's important." He backs away, turns to face the window. "Joker's looking for you."
"How sweet of you to be concerned, Batman," she breathes. When he turns around, he faces Catwoman. "But I'm a girl who can look after herself. Now if you'll excuse me. I'm sure you can show yourself out."
She darts out the window, scales the side of the building. Her cats hiss.
He steps up to the window and jumps.
*
It's a profitable night. Diamond exhibit in the art gallery, an interesting statue in the museum. She spots Harley outside the Gotham Theatre, but Harley looks pretty pissed, so she doesn't stop to chat.
Not that she's heeding the Bat's warning or anything.
*
She steps carefully into her own apartment, checking to make sure the Bat has left no gifts inside. She leans over, checks under the table, and is unprepared when she is pushed onto her couch. It is silence and the sound of heavy breathing as she claws at his chest and he reaches for her mask. When she realises it is him, she stops scratching at his suit long enough to tug him out of it, and then scratches, long red welts down his back she hopes to lick later.
"You're stupid to be here," she whispers as he tugs the vinyl from her skin. The breeze hits the sweat hidden by her suit, and she sighs.
"I'll deal with it," he growls back, and sinks into her.
*
Later, in the moonlight, she watches him gather his suit. The back is in tatters; the front has some nice dents. She didn't cause them.
"Have Alfred pick you up," she says. "I'll lend you a bag to put it in. You went to a costume party. Or something." He gives her the look such a comment deserves. "I'll make it worth your while," she continues, and shows a bit of leg.
"Selina," the tone is pointed.
She flops back against the pillows. "Why don't you have some fun?" she asks. "Bruce Wayne is such a bore. I don't know how you put up with him."
"He put me where I am," he says.
She strides to the bathroom, turns on the shower. When she comes out, the apartment is empty.
*
She works through lunch. On the train in, she read the headline Bruce Wayne's Latest Conquest and saw the picture of the blonde draped over him, and lost her appetite.
*
"Harvey," she drawls into the phone, "I'm not convinced. There are holes in this plan you could drive the Batmobile through."
"I'd like to see you come up with something better," he yells.
"It won't be hard," she says. "Don't leave the brain work to birds, Harvey. Now, I have to go. Big party."
Harvey gasps into the phone. "Are you going to the Wayne Gala?" he says, and she can hear the grin in his voice.
"I wouldn't miss it for all of Gotham."
"What are you wearing?"
"Harvey," she says, disappointed. "It's a surprise."
She hangs up.
*
Bruce is visibly drunk by the time she arrives.
"Mr Wayne," she says, holds out a hand like they've never met before.
"I am," he says. "And you are...?"
"Selina Kyle." She gives him an insincere smile.
"Ms Kyle. Care to dance?"
They get half way around the dance floor before Two-Face crashes the party,
She flips him the finger and nips out the side exit.
She's not quite sure which of them she was flipping off, but both works.
*
Catwoman's sitting in Two-Face's car by the time he exits the Gala.
"There you are!" he exclaims. "I was beginning to think you wouldn't show."
"Have a little more faith," she says. "I have a new plan."
He offers her a glass of champagne as the car bumps into the heart of Gotham.
*
The plan works.
*
She sits on the roof of an apartment block, idly flipping her whip and watching the sunrise.
"There's fifty million missing from the Gotham Casino vaults," he says, and she knows he wasn't there a second ago.
"How delightful for them," she replies. Keeps watching the sunrise.
"Selina," he says, warning in his tone.
"Bruce," she hisses. "I can't be everything."
He stands behind her, watches the sunrise.
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Date: 2005-06-27 07:52 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-27 10:35 am (UTC)xx
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Date: 2005-06-27 04:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-27 06:14 pm (UTC)ALSO, you are here for the Narnia, so why didn't you read the Susan piece I wrote three weeks ago? Not that I'm pimping myself or anything...
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Date: 2005-06-27 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-27 06:14 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-27 11:22 pm (UTC)My brother wants to go and see it so I'll see if i can tag along with him, methinks :)
xx
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Date: 2005-06-28 06:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-06-29 02:20 pm (UTC)Anyway, thanks. :)
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Date: 2005-07-01 02:18 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2005-11-08 07:16 pm (UTC)