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Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Disclaimer: I didn’t create any character in the following story nor do I own rights to them, I just wrote it.

Author’s notes: This is really for the movie Batman and Robin, but they didn’t have the movie listed so I had to put it under a Batman thing so here it is.

Caution: Not intended for audiences under 18

Feline Curiosity
Short Story by: Jack Nicholas

The full moon hid beneath the Batsignal in the vast night sky of Gotham city. Cars buzzed and horns buzzed in the busy urban streets as neon lights flickered from the various stores and windows decorating them, while in a small more secluded alleyway some citizens of the city gathered to see the madness that was about.
One man was being interviewed by the police as a witness saying, “I heard a scream just before it happened.”
As for the rest of the nosy citizens, they were contained by the police force with barricades and caution tape, while Batman stood over the dead body of Selina Kyle, fiancé to Gotham’s most famous billionaire industrialist and philanthropist, Bruce Wayne.
A news reporter was being shooed away by the police and was told to stop recording though she did anyway. “What do you have to say about this Batman. Who do you think it was,” she questioned holding the microphone out towards him.
Batman heard the reporter, but didn’t comment despite the fact that he was at least twelve feet away from her. Instead he remained consumed by the corpse. Blood seeped from the back of her head staining her shabby golden hair, and into the cracks of concrete, as a cat in a jingle collar purred atop a trashcan. When the paramedics had carried the body away on a stretcher, and wrapped her in a body bag, Batman was left standing there. And there he stood until the police force had left and the spectators had bombarded the barricades and swarmed towards him in inquiry. Reaching for his utility belt he fired his grappling gun onto a higher rooftop and flew away into the night.

Away in the Wayne Manor Dick Grayson sat in his room playing a game of cards when a knock at the door startled him.
“C- Come in,” he hesitated.
The door opened and in walked Bruce, with his head seemingly hanging low. Dick removed the cards to make room so Bruce could sit at the edge of the bed. As the door closed Bruce began to speak.
“Selina…has been murdered!” he cried.
“How?” he asked, trying to sound as sympathetic as possible. Dick could definitely sense a feeling of remorse and vulnerability to say the least.
“They say she was pushed from her fifteenth floor apartment, into the alley.”
“A homicide! They haven’t caught the criminal yet?”
“No, but when I found out who did this, I swear on my parents grave I will find and bring them to justice!”
Dick’s heart sank low as he seized Bruce’s massive balled up fist trying to wrap his fingers around it. “Calm down, I’m sure they’ll catch him, but don’t let it get you down.”
Bruce jumped up from the bed.
“Goodnight,” Dick said.
Bruce ignored him and continued walking out of the room.

Deep in the night Dick was awakened by a mellow weeping coming from beyond the stairs in the living room on the first floor. He crept out of bed and walked through the massive corridor that led to the Grand Indonesian Sapelli staircase, where he could see Bruce sitting in the sienna canapé in the living room. The room was vast only to be lit by the stone fire place that extended up to the ceiling. He figured the weeping had to be his. He slowly walked down the stairs to meet Bruce. Immediately detecting his presence Bruce shifted hiding something under the pillow and wiped away the redness that was about his face as if nothing was wrong.
“Whatcha up to Bruce,” Dick asked.
“Nothing,” he said, face half lit by the warm sunburst fire, as he stare at it.
“You still seem down,” Dick said resting his elbows on the back of the couch.
“I told you I’m fine,” Bruce shot back.
Dick then put his hands on either side of Bruce’s shoulders, stroking his broad chest until he got as low as his cast-iron abs. Bruce then grabbed Dick by each bicep, kicked the fossil stone coffee table out of the way, and pulled him across the canapé and onto the velvet plush carpet. Dick lay on his back while Bruce lay atop of him pinning his hands above his head as they stared eye to eye.
“What about Alfred,” Dick inquired.
“He’s on vacation in Japan,” Bruce assured him. Tell me is this still what you wanted?”
“I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t,” Dick said, as Bruce dove in for a kiss.
With one hand Bruce spread apart Dick’s legs and unzipped his pants pulling them down to his ankles. He also undid his own pants and pulled them down mid thigh. Dick began to lift Bruce’s gray sweater and ran his hands against his broad hairy chest, and he could feel Bruce’s massive bulge against his own as it madly throbbed for attention. Bruce then grabbed for it smacking it against Dick’s erection. He then arched his legs and pulled Dick close as he orally lubricated his fingers in anticipation for what was to come. He then inserted his two fingers into Dick’s rear fingering him until he was well relaxed and wet. Then spreading his buttocks apart he forced his massive erection into his tender pink hole . Dick cried out in pain as he could feel the vastness entering then leaving at a seemingly faster pace every time. He held his own self, with one hand, stroking in between every blow as he grabbed Bruce by his wide hips and forced Bruce to enter him more, with the other.
“Faster! Faster,” He cried. “Awww, fuck me! Harder Bruce!”
Then all that was heard was the sound of Bruce’s shaggy thighs rapidly smacking it against Dick’s buttocks. The fire flickered within the fireplace as they both reached a climax.
Bruce pulled out of the boy rapidly stroking himself. “Aaaaahhh,” he grunted as he ejaculated a thick creamy goop onto the boy’s stomach.
Dick began to breathe rapidly as he also came near his navel, yet in smaller spurts.
Bruce then stood towering over Dick, pulling up his pants and grabbing his sweater. “You should clean yourself up,” he said, balefully walking away, leaving Dick to lay there on the carpet.
No sooner than when Bruce had reached his room did he receive a phone call from the Gotham mortuary.
“Hello is Bruce Wayne there?” A voice at the other end of the phone asked.
“Speaking.”
“There was an incident with the body of Miss Kyle. There has apparently been a breaking and entering and some one has stolen the body.”
Bruce stood frozen in awe.

The following night the batsignal was lit high in the midnight sky. When Batman arrived to the scene of the crime he was informed of the massacre at a male bar. He entered to find bodies everywhere, littering the floors and stage. Everyone seems to have bled to death from deep punctures across their throats. Flashes came from the various investigators around for evidence, while others placed the bodies in body bags. It was then Batman caught a glimpse of a thin black shadow that his eyes followed up to the broken glass ceiling. He raced outside shooting himself up on the roof, when two thin hands grabbed him by his broad neck and swung him over onto the opposite side of the roof. He barely landed, crouching on one knee and using his hand for support. Without hesitation he reached for his utility belt and launched his bladed batmarang at the figure, who with catlike reflexes dodged, back flipping into the air and landing perfectly erect, on thin black eight inch heals. The light from the batsignal shimmered across the stitchy skin-tight leather costume the villain wore with slanted diamond slits cut out for jade eyes and around the mouth area exposing luscious crimson lips. Without a doubt it was a woman as a large bust complimented her chest and at the top of her head were two pointed ears.
The figure peered at him pointing her gloved finger, with a razor sharp climbing piston nails emitting from them. “Hold it batman,” she said in a sultry tone.
“What are you some feline fanatic?”
“Mmmmm,” she moaned, striking a seductive pose and rubbing her claws across her breast and between her thighs. “I’m the Cat, but you can call me Catwoman.”
“You killed all those innocent people,” Batman said grinning.
“Unfortunately none of them was who I was looking for,” she said eyeing at her claws. “Speaking of such, where is your partner Robin?”
“What’s it to you?”
“My battle isn’t with you Batman,” she said enticingly.
“Nor was it with all those innocent people you murdered. Was it really worth it?”
“Oh batman batman batman. Revenge is a bitch and anyone who gets in the way suffers the consequences. It’s him I want. Send Robin my discretion, or else,” she threatened diving off of the rooftop.
Batman launched to its edge to find no trace of the mysterious villain, Catwoman. It was then he felt his cheek and noticed five razor perfect slits from which blood dripped falling to the concrete ground beneath him, as the word ‘revenge’ still rang in his ears.

In the underground chambers of the Wayne Manor, Bruce sat in his leather chair in front of a large computer screen that bore a frozen picture of the mysterious villain. Dick approached him with a tray of anti-bacterium and a bottle of liquid bandages for his cuts.
“Where were you?” Bruce asked.
“I was still throbbing in severe pain from the other night,” he joked.
Bruce then shot him an evil glare, which silenced his non-comical gesture.
“Who’s that,” Dick asked, trying to change the subject turning his attention to the screen.
“It’s the villain that attacked me.”
“And you have a picture of her why?”
Bruce paused for a minute, then turned around in his chair as Dick wiped his cuts, “I think you should lay low for a while.”
“Why? We’re practically always fighting crime together. Batman and Robin, not just Batman.”
“It seems she will stop at nothing to get you. She ruthlessly murdered over thirty people in a male bar looking for you. Do you know her? She means to serve revenge.”
“Not anymore than you do,” Dick said staring at the screen. He snared at the screen realizing a shocking resemblance.

The next Morning Alfred had returned from his vacation and had cooked breakfast as Master Bruce and Mr. Grayson dinned sat eating at the large wenge table. Suddenly Bruce was summoned the batcave by an ever so familiar alarm. When Dick started to rise from the table Bruce put his hand across his chest pushing him down in his seat and advising he stay. Alfred hit a hidden switch behind a portrait and immediately Bruce’s seat shifted as he fell through a now open floor passage beneath his master chair and was transformed into his Batman costume within a matter of seconds and continued falling at great speeds, landing benevolently in the Batmobile.
He drove down the long tunnels which poured to the slum sewers of Gotham city and into the fog. Alfred digitally appeared on a small projection screen above the gear stick, stating the location of the disturbance. Batman hit on the nitrous boosts and flew out of the sewers and into the sky. He landed parking on 40th street at the central park where a trail of blood and bodies led to a Catwoman purring and laying on the side of the fountain in the center. There had to have been so much blood for the water to have it reddish tint.
“Catwoman, why am I not surprised to see you,” Batman said carefully stepping over the dead bodies, slowly approaching her and reaching for his utility belt.
“Where’s Robin,” she shot back.
“He’s not here, but I see you’re up to your usual bloody massacres which end today,” he said, launching his bladed Batmarang at the vicious villain.
Catwoman swiftly reached her hand into the bloody fountain water, pulling out a crying little girl who couldn’t have been any older than six. She countered the attack tossing the girl in the direct path of the Batmarang. It sliced right through her frail neck thus decapitating her as her head rolled off in to the fountain. Batman was shocked as he nearly missed catching the bloody weapon he’d just used the kill this innocent victim of Catwoman’s evil plot. In trying to escape hidden spectators, journalists, and photographers swarmed the scene from behind various bushes, statues, and gates around the park asking question upon question without end.
“MURDERER!” She yelled. “Come see what Batman had done, decapitating this poor unfortunate girl,” she said picking up the girls decapitated head by her ratty brown hair and throwing it in to the heard. “I told you I want Robin and until I have him I don’t care how many innocent people have to suffer at my claws. I will not play games with you any longer. I want Robin,” she yelled over the snapping photos. She then elegantly stepped down as the crowd backed away from her in fear.
“Why,” Batman yelled.
Catwoman then briefly turned around. “Why don’t you ask Robin yourself,” she said walking off.
With the constant hassling and nagging of the crowd Batman spread his batwing knocking over some of the anxious spectators and he flew to his car and drove off.

In the Wayne Manor Dick was reading a newspaper and couldn’t believe the article that read Batman cause of Central Park massacre. Another read Batman wanted for murder and collateral damage; a quarter million dollars for any information leading to his arrest and half for his capture alive. Dick walked to Bruce’s room in which the door was half cracked open to find him half naked in briefs laying bed holding a framed photograph that Dick recognized as a framed photograph of his parents.
“Are you-”
“Everything that I promised and fought for, for defending truth and justice is a lie. Me Bruce Wayne, Batman is the center of this madness. People now even think I killed my beloved Selina and those guys at the bar. Now I have a bounty over my head for killing an innocent little girl.
“But you didn’t it was that Catwoman, right?” Dick asked putting down the newspaper.
“I murdered a girl for Christ’s sake!”
“Yeah but she manipulated you into doing it. I mean she used the girl as a shield at the last moment.”
“How do you know that?” Bruce cried.
“Well I-”
“And what do you know of this catwoman?”
“I don’t know anything”
“Liar! She said she knew you!”
“I don’t I swear,” Dick said putting his hand on Bruce’s thigh.
“LIAR,” Bruce yelled, punching Dick who fell to the ground near the opposite corner of the room. Bruce then turned to lie on his stomach and buried his head in his pillow crying.
“I deserved that,” Dick stated, feeling the cool blood running from his nose and inspecting it with his finger.
“No you didn’t. I’m sorry.
“No, I am,” I shouldn’t have bothered you so early on,” he paused for a minute. “I love you Bruce, let me make it up to you,” Dick said crawling under the covers with Bruce and ducking beneath them.
“Not tonight- ohhh,” Bruce moaned, in oral passion, placing his hand on the back of Dicks head and pushing him down to better help his pleasure.
Dicks reached in his pants stroking himself as his head bobbed up and down underneath the covers. Bruce had then pulled them back fixated on seeing Dick handle his large extension. As he reached his climax a crashing sound was heard downstairs. Dick rose from his earlier position wiping his mouth on the blanket and letting go of himself. Bruce put on a pair of that were beside the bed as they both raced downstairs to find one of the main windows in the living room shattered. Bruce noticed a white paper tied to a brick among the shattered glass.
Dick stood by the window anticipating a storm and by a flash of lightning he saw a glimpse of the catwoman and immediately turned around and walked over to Bruce, while he squatted reading the letter. “What does it say?”
Bruce then read it aloud:

Mr. Bruce,
I have your butler Alfred, the same old fucker who took you in as an orphan. I know you know Batman and Robin’s where-abouts, but it’s Robin that I want. At 12:00am I want him to meet me at the tallest rooftop in Gotham, and tell Batman that if he gets in my way again, not only will I kill his butler but I’ll have to kill him as well. If Robin does come alone Alfred’s life will be saved.
xoxo,
The Cat

Bruce stood confused as to how Catwoman knew about Alfred and his childhood. “She wants you Dick,” he said sinisterly. “I’d better go too.”
“No, it’s me she wants and it’s me she’ll get. Beside you’re wanted for murder, and if she sees you she will kill you and Alfred.”
“I’ll call the cops!”
“No just let me go.”

Robin landed on the wet rooftop where Catwoman stood holding Alfred off the ground
“Robin, the boy wonder! You finally showed. I was wandering when your master Batman would let you out to play.”
“Shut up and let him go Catwoman.”
“As I promised,” Catwoman said releasing her grip from around the old man’s neck knocking him unconscious. “We wouldn’t want any unfair handicaps now would we?”
“What do you want from me so badly enough to kill innocent people?”
“Ha,” she laughed, “Don’t play the innocent with me. I was too once innocent. I want my revenge you little fuck!”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about!”
“You murdered me, remember, or at least you tried to!”
“Selina?” Robin questioned shocked.
“In the flesh,” she said, pulling back her mask as her radiant golden hair cascaded down to her shoulders and got soaked in the rain.
“ I figured as much, yet I would’ve killed you again!”
“Oh you may have killed me once but you’re forgetting one thing.”
“What’s that,” Robin snarled.
“Cat’s have nine lives!!!!” She yelled, flogging the black bullwhip above her head and noosing it about Robin’s neck as he grabbed it trying to relieve pressure. He’d been tossed over the side of the building gasping for air. Selina gracefully went to the edge to greet him walking on the rope as if she were a tightrope walker. “So why did you kill me?” She yelled.
“Go to hell bitch!” Robin said firing his gun at her as she simply moved to the side avoiding any damage.
“I don’t have all day, just until you die! Tell me,” she said, wrapping the whip around her wrist thus choking him more.
“You-” Robin barely said, gasping for air, face and eyes bloodshot red and veins bulging from the side of his head and neck, as he reached towards the sky.
“Cough it up you little fuck! You’ve played a big boy’s game and now it’s time to finish it.”
“Were getting to close to Bru…” he passed out.
Batman then flew in kicking catwoman off her balanced pose as she rolled onto another ledge of the building with her claws digging into the glass. At the same time he pulled robin up, he undid the whip until he regained consciousness. When he did Robin leaned up kissing Batman as he grabbed Robin, holding him close.
“Arghhh,” Catwoman screamed, holding onto the edge for dear life.
Batman walked over the edge where she held onto and he stared into the eyes of Selina.
“I want Robin she yelled,” frustrated by her predicament.
“It’s me, Bruce, Selina” he said peeling back his mask.
Being called by that name and not the vengeance seeking villain she had become rendered her helpless and she hung there for a while in a daze, recalling all that had come to pass before her rebirth.

Selina had just come home from a long day at work frustrated, but she had looked forward to talking to her fiancé Bruce. She opened her door and all that was lit was a small desk lamp. She turned on the lights hanging her purse on the coat rack. He first thought was to call Bruce, and as she walked to the phone at the opposite end of the room she noticed the white gossamer curtains that led to the balcony, blowing. She adjusted her large framed glasses and squinted noticing the silhouette of a cat. As she began to close them she did noticed a pepper cat with sulfur eyes meowing on the unstable metal railing beneath the full moon. She hadn’t been the biggest fan of cats or any animals for that matter, but she bravely went to inspect the collar that dangled from around it neck.
“Here kitty kitty,” she called, slowly walking towards it. She extended her hands in fear that it would jump, but surprisingly the cat practically crawled into her arms. She cradled it like a new born babe reading the nametag; Tiger Lilly it said
Just then a noise from behind startled her as the wind slammed shut the double balcony doors. For a brief moment she sighed petting the cat to calm its nerves. Suddenly out of no where a costumed man, she recognized as Batman’s sidekick Robin, appeared.
“Hi,” she said, nervously waving at him. “Is something wrong?”
“Yes,” he paused, “there is!”
He then slowly approached her as she worriedly took steps back. Soon her back hit the loose railing and she was hindered from moving back any further. Her lips quivered as she softly cried, standing completely still. Robin then stood but 3 inches from her but she dared not scream. With two fingers he tossed the golden hair from her shoulders away from her face and behind her.
Leaning forward he whispered in her ear, “Scream and I’ll kill you!”
The cat in her arms antsily hissed and clawed the predator.
“You bitch!” he yelled, pushing Selina with all his might.
The railing broke off as she fell with it.
“Aaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” She screamed in sheer horror racing towards the ground at 25 miles per hour, wing whipping through her hair.
Fifteen stories later she met what she though to be her end in the concrete alley. Both she and the cat, Tiger Lilly, lay there near dead…
The only other thing she remembered was waking up in an autopsy room and escaping with on one thing on mind. Revenge!

She nearly cried as her complete facial expression shifted from that of hatred to that of love. Her arms were fastened around his broad neck as they kissed.
“I thought you were dead and someone had mutilated your body,” he admitted.
“I was, it was…Arghhh,” she cried as she dug one set of nails into Bruce’s neck with the rain washing away the blood. The other she held up to realize it had been bloodily impaled by a boomerang with a robin icon in its center.
Batman turned around looking at Robin confused.
“Tell me you love me Bruce!”
There was silence.
“SAY IT!” Robin yelled.
“You’re the one who murdered Selina?” Bruce questioned.
“I did it only because I loved you. I did it for us.”
“She was my fiancée.”
“WAS!” Robin shot back, as he raced to pry Selina from his love. In doing so he tripped over Batman’s cape and fell down beyond disappearing into the white mist.
Bruce reached for Selina’s hand when out of no where a grapple gun wrapped itself around Selina’s ankle dragging her down as she screamed. He had ignored the fact that her nails had speared his neck and that blood now gushed from the open wound. He quickly reached for his utility belt when cold bony finger stopped him.
“It’s better off this way, Master Bruce.” Alfred said watching as the two fell.
Bruce brushed his hand away staring into the mist. “Of course you would say that!” He said, in revelation. “The only reason you even took me in and befriended me when my parents died was because you were a greedy old fool and you wanted me to pass off my money to you. Ever since Selina and Dick came into the picture you tried to make sure they wouldn’t get any. It was you who turned Dick against Selina. You filthy old bastard.”
“You turned Dick against Selina with your lusty ways, that wasn’t my doing,” Alfred stated.
Bruce’s massive thigh flew through the air as he attempted to fan kick Alfred, but he impeded the blow catching Bruce by his ankle.
“Who do you think taught you the things you know Bruce? I can easily change your will, and get your fortune, but it was worth waiting for all these years, slowly watching your empire grow. You’re the real fool, enslaving and working me all these years while you secretly boned that teenaged boy you adopted years ago; that Dick Grayson. Yes I know! Secrets always were a virtual prerequisite in that house, don't you think? Had the authorities known you would have been locked away.”
Alfred threw his leg down and as Bruce tried to elbow him Alfred blocked with his forearm and leaped in the air walking vertically up Bruce’s chest and in the last step kicked him back and flipped to the center off the rooftop landing on his knees and hands.
“I’ve got some new for you,” he said looking down at the gravel rooftop, eyeing Bruce who slowly began to reach for his utility belt. “I’m not as old as you think. I made Batman. I made the gadgets toys. I know how they work, and I can turn them off,” he laughed disarming Bruce of his costume as it fell to the ground, cape and all.
Bruce stood naked in sheer fright.
From the folds of his jacket he revealed long curved sword that seemed to grow from a brown holster lining the inside of his jacket. The guard was thin and Japanese inscription ran across its amethyst tinted blade. He stood in an Ochs position holding the sword above his head, aimed slightly diagonal towards Bruce’s throat. “I got it as a gift from an old friend in Japan,” he smirked.
Within the blink of an eye Alfred charged towards Bruce lodging the sword between his lateral neck muscles and ran 360° around him and withdrew his bloody sword. He then hastily wiped the end of the sword with a handkerchief. “Timing is essential as there is minimal blood. Vengeance, Mater Bruce blackens the soul. Sadly I’ve become what you’ve fought against.”
As Bruce took a half step forwards he gagged coughing up blood as his head slid back off the nub, that was his neck, and off the roof followed by his entire body which endlessly fell to the streets of Gotham City.

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