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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Eleven:

Pillow Talk
Bruce stared up disbelievingly at a quietly grinning Selina Kyle only inches away as her warm, naked body still rested on top of his own - while the echoes of her unexpected request for matrimony still echoed across his still bedroom…
Marriage?!
Was she being serious? Or had that been her plan from the very beginning? To wrap him around her little finger and then blackmail him into marriage? He wouldn't put it past her...
“Selina... I… Mmmm.”
Bruce never finished his verbal accusation as Selina’s soft lips abruptly locked onto his own, her tongue wrapping around his as her strong and supple body melted into his own naked form, their shared heat becoming one.
Again, he wondered if she had drugged him, yet this seemed entirely natural. He was in control of all his faculties, as sharp as ever. In fact, he knew could stop this anytime he wanted to...
But that was the problem.
He didn’t want this to stop.
There was a part of him that had wanted to do this with her for a very long time now. He doubted if Selina had any idea of how incredibly close their former physical confrontations had come to driving him past the point of restraint… To the point of just madly ripping off her cat suit all those years ago and then fucking her senseless for hours on a dark rooftop.
In fact, if it hadn’t have been for Dick, he probably would have…
Christ… He had almost forgotten about Dick. He had confessed his love to Richard only hours ago and now here he was with Selina Kyle, behaving like a horny teenager. Sure, it would have been easy to call it sexual assault, but Bruce knew that he had wanted to fuck Selina from the moment she had started kicking his sorry ass.
Bruce chuckled inwardly at that realization. Any psychiatrist worth their degree would have easily diagnosed him as an out-of-control masochist within seconds. To be honest, he had always liked it rough. He had fought Catwoman with a hard-on each and every time they went at it.
Yes, he missed the good old days.
Selina broke the kiss and gazed deeply into his blue, smiling eyes while smiling back at him, as though reading his thoughts. Fuck, had she always been this sexy?
“I know what you’re going to say, lover. And don’t worry, I don’t expect you to propose… not yet anyways. But I know we could be good for one another, Bruce. Just bear that in mind while you listen to what I have to say next…
I’m dying.
I might have three days to live. I’ve got some kind of toxic mould growing in my lungs. I could take my chances with the hospitals, but I knew there was only one man who could save me for certain… and that’s you, Darling. I’m counting on you.”
Bruce sat bolt upright while Selina balanced on top of his pelvis, still comfortably straddling him.
“Selina… What do you mean you’re dying?”
“Just that… If I don’t keep getting an antidote from Judson Caspian, I have a black mould in my lungs that will kill me within days… And he’s obviously in no shape to make my next delivery, now is he? Quite honestly, I think they were just going to let me die in jail anyways...
So that’s why I had to find you, Dearest… To save me. Besides, I think it’s in your best interest to help me, Bruce… There’s a good chance that you may have it now as well after all that kissing.”
Bruce stared at Selina intently as Selina’s big green eyes flashed with a shimmer of fear. She held his gaze steadily as he watched a cold dread slowly begin to unnerve her until she looked away. She leaned herself against his broad chest to hold him.
“Bruce… I’m sorry. It was a shitty thing to do. I really hope you don’t have it, but I have no other options left… I don’t want to die.”
Bruce took her in his arms and held her.
“Alright, Selina… You’d better start from the beginning.”
“Prison was Hell. After prison, like most ex-cons, I was flat broke. So I started a nice little side-business for myself... just to get me back on my feet of course. I was pleasantly surprised at how many horny rich guys wanted to have sex with Catwoman… They’d take me out to dinner, parade me in front of their rich buddies and then we’d go back to an expensive hotel room and role-play a little. Then they’d go home to their wives and leave me a very generous tip.
Sure, it was easy money, but I didn’t work my ass off in prison just to become a prostitute. Once I was secure, I set about my real job… I wanted to settle my score with the man who had put me in prison... Batman. I had let seven years of Hell twist my guts into something I wasn’t... a killer.
So that’s why I was so intrigued when Judson Caspian actually looked me up. I mean, there was a lot of speculation that Caspian was Batman and now here he was, standing in my doorway, practically throwing himself at me. Why not, right?
And he was attentive… at first. After so many ‘one-night engagements’, it was nice to finally have someone to actually converse with. I was able to figure out pretty early that he wasn't Batman, but I was getting used to having a rich boyfriend who wasn't a jerk. He was the perfect gentleman… for the first two weeks. Then we took it to the next step. Within a month, he started to get really freaky in the bedroom. I mean, I’m into a little violence, bondage, domination and role-play, but this was getting ridiculous.
Then I found out he was taking Need. I told him we were through, I don't date drug-users. By that point, there was no point in continuing our relationship when he was being such an asshole. When he persisted, we had a screaming match until I kneed him in the nuts and left. Then, the night after we ‘parted ways’, he came crawling back and introduced me to that red-headed bitch of his.”
“…Red-headed bitch?”
“Pamela… That’s what he called her anyways. She was half his age and way too hot for a bald freak like Caspian. Poor girl. When I first saw her, I figured that she was just some shallow gold-digger with Daddy issues that had sunk her greedy claws into Judson now that I had finally tossed his ass to the curb… But it soon became obvious that she was a lot more than that.”
“How so?”
“It was like… this will sound weird… but it was like she owned him. He was more like a well-trained dog than a man around her. When I confronted her about it, she just blew this black dust into my face and told me it was toxic mould spore… That I’d only have days to live unless I kept getting the antidote from Judson so that I had better do exactly what he said.”
“This Pamela… Any last name? Features?”
“No last name… Long red hair with smart green eyes. Maybe late-twenties, early-thirties. Around five-foot-eight… quite attractive for a psychopath.”
Bruce stroked her head.
“The same could be said about you, Miss Kyle.”
Selina nuzzled into him and then softly bit his shoulder as he yelped.
“Why thank you, Mr. Wayne. But I’ve never murdered anyone... Have you?”
“No... I haven’t. Came close a few times. You think this woman was serious about her threat?”
“I know she was serious. After that first night, I wrote her off as some nut job and beat it… I was fine until I started coughing up black ooze mixed with fresh blood three days later. And then Judson showed up with my first ‘treatment’. I knew right away that I was in deep, but I was in no state to argue. He had heard that I was going to Falcone’s party with you, and then Caspian told me that I would be given the full antidote if I performed a little job for him. I just needed to crack the safe upstairs and then seduce you. That was it. He promised that the nice red-headed lady would give me the cure for my little lung infection and that I’d be free to go if I gave them Bruce Wayne…
I had my doubts about that, but I figured what choice did I have? Maybe I could spill my guts to the Police as soon as I was cured and you'd be saved. Besides, you were on my suspect list as Batman so it would be like killing two birds with one stone. Maybe Caspian was after Batman too... However, when my feminine charms failed to win you over last Saturday night, I honestly thought I was a goner…
I started to cough late Sunday night, but then Caspian showed up at my apartment early Monday morning with my next treatment and a nasty little plan to get you back into the fold. He was too far gone to come up with something that clever on his own though. There’s no way he could have planned all that. It had to be Red.”
“Judson Caspian stole Falcone’s pearls?”
“I’m pretty sure he did. I just opened the safe and beat a hasty retreat back to you.”
“And you think this Pamela is the one who set off the car bomb?”
“Her… or one of her pets. I have no doubt that she’s the bitch who supplied Judson with the Need. She probably has more pussy-whipped pricks just like him who’ll do anything she wants.”
“Then what about Harvey Dent?”
“The District Attorney?... What about him?”
“Did you have anything to do with Dent as well?”
“Bruce, I’ve never even met Harvey Dent… Sure, he was on my list of possible Batman suspects, but further down... Why, did something happen to him?”
Bruce stared back at Selina intently, utilizing his years of training as an investigator, analyzing every body movement, every twitch, every facial expression to see if she were lying. If she was hiding something, she must have been one Hell of a liar…
“Selina… You’re telling me that you didn’t overdose Harvey Dent with Need? That you had nothing to do with that?”
“Christ no! I’ve never even met him… And I even tried to convince Caspian to go cold turkey on that shit before he turned on me… Do you honestly think that with a body like this that I would have to resort to drugs to seduce men?”
“You used it today on me.”
Selina’s well-endowed chest heaved as she drew a deep sigh, still straddling him. He hadn’t realized how wet and warm she still was... Concentrate Bruce, concentrate.
“Only because I was told to use it by Caspian. My job was to get you hooked, and then he’d give me the cure for my lung infection and leave. That was the deal. I was just playing a part, Bruce…”
“A part you seemed to enjoy.”
Selina looked deeply into his eyes again, baring her soul for him.
“Yes, a part of me did enjoy it… The part that wanted revenge… Judson told me who you were… He told me you were Batman before you arrived… So when I was humiliating you this afternoon, it was like I was getting Batman back for all those times I had been raped in Blackgate… But it wasn’t you that sentenced me to that place, I know that now…”
“…Caspian… told… you…”
Bruce felt the world around him collapsing.
How?...
How could Judson Caspian ever know that Bruce Wayne was actually Batman? Or had it just been a lucky guess to make Selina more willing to follow along with Caspian’s sadistic orders? Surely the crazy man had known that Selina wanted revenge on Batman. Why not use it to his advantage, even if he had to lie?
Or had he actually somehow known?
“Bruce… There’s a small scar on the back of your hip that I gave you after our first fight… barely noticeable. But it gave you away today. After I had your pants down, I knew I finally had my man.”
“So you came here tonight to settle the score?”
Selina laughed softly.
“No, I came here tonight to talk… but you were being unsociable. I figured I was good enough to beat you, but I had to know for sure. I wanted to fight you. But the more I kicked your ass, the hotter I got between my legs. Jesus, by the time I locked you in that triangle choke and had your pretty face jammed next my pussy, I actually exploded in a massive orgasm just after you passed out.
I’ll be honest, Bruce… I wanted to fuck your brains out as Batman for years now. Every time we tussled, I wanted you to claim me as your own and put that big, thick Bat-dick into me and call me a bad girl. And I think you wanted to do it too... But that nasty, little sidekick of yours always seemed to get in the way.”
Bruce chuckled.
“Guilty as charged. I probably would have fucked you senseless and then let you escape if Robin hadn’t been around.”
Selina smiled and whispered into his ear.
“I tell you what… You help me out of this jam and I’m all yours, Darling. Heart and soul. I’ll even dress up if you like, just like the old days. I was honest about us becoming best of friends, Bruce.”
Bruce eyed her carefiully.
“You don’t want revenge anymore?”
“No, I just want you... Once I realized why Bryce Wayne had become Batman… It’s going to sound sappy, but I just wanted to hug you and make it all better… It was because of your parents, wasn’t it?”
The old sense of loss gripped Bruce’s heart once again as the sadness descended from the night.
“… Yes.”
“Becoming Batman was your way of taking revenge against the man who killed your parents.”
“Yes.”
“Did you ever find him, Bruce? The guy that did it? Did it take away your pain?”
“No… I never found him… His name was Joe Chill. There’s rumours he was killed when a mob deal went south twenty years ago, but no one has ever found the body. Maybe some day I’ll find the truth... But as far as the pain in my heart, I’m afraid I can only help others, by sparing them from the gutwrenching suffering I had to endure all these years.”
Selina held him tighter.
“Then let me help you… If I had taken my revenge tonight, we both would have been dead. And it would have settled nothing… So I can live with the pain, Bruce… As long as I have someone to help me on those dark nights when it becomes too much for one person to bear... Can you be there for me? Could you love me?”
Could he spend his nights in bed with this amazing and broken woman? A man and a woman sharing their secrets and the pain they held in their hearts? Two former enemies who had become lovers?
“Selina… I could... But there’s a lot for us to do... We need to figure out what’s really going on here… And then we need to get you cured... But first, I really should go and untie my butler.”

As a bound Alfred Pennyworth struggled against the ropes which secured him in his darkened bedroom, he supposed it could have been worse. After all, he could have been dead. As he understood it, many criminals felt it was much easier to simply shoot the hired help rather than to take the time to tie them up these days.
He was alive. So far, so good.
He had been subdued and bound by a woman. A little embarassing, but he could always claim he'd been attacked while sleeping.
He had comprehended at once that his mysterious assailant must have been the nefarious Miss Selina Kyle. He had attempted to yell for help, but she had moved with the speed and ferocity of a mountain lion. His old body had simply proved no match for her, and thus he had found himself in this rather embarrassing predicament. Alfred was confident that Master Bruce would be able to apprehend the notorious she-villain promptly however.
Still, why was it taking him so bloody long?
When Master Bruce finally strolled through his door, Alfred managed to breathe a sigh of relief through his tight gag. Poor Bruce looked as though he had been in a fearsome tussle which may have explained the delay. Perhaps he hadn’t realized that Alfred had been bound and gagged until he had interrogated the crafty villainess.
As Bruce pulled down his gag, Alfred took a deep breath and thanked his lucky stars.
“Are you alright, Alfred?”
“Yes, Sir… and incredibly grateful for the rescue... Have you contacted the Police as of yet, Master Bruce? I’ve not heard any sirens...”
As Bruce untied him, Alfred slowly looked up and across at the curvaceous figure who was now darkening his doorway. A cold shiver ran down his spine as a broad smile spread across her red lips. She was wearing one of Master Bruce’s house coats and appeared naked underneath.
What the bloody Hell was going on here?!
“No Police, Alfred. And we’re going to have a house guest for awhile. I suppose I should formally introduce you. Alfred, this is Miss Selina Kyle.”
Alfred shuddered as he stared at the former female nemesis of Batman.
“Oh Dear God, what has she done to you, man? Have you taken leave of your proper senses?”
Bruce laughed that familiar deep laugh of his.
“I’m fine, Alfred… Miss Kyle is our guest. And yes, I’m aware I’m aiding and abetting a fugitive. That’s why no one can know that she’s here Alfred, especially Dick… Do you understand?”
“Sir, let me assure you that Miss Kyle is a dangerous felon… Are you quite positive?”
“I’m sure… Selina may have been just as much a victim in all of this as you were, Alfred… There, how do you feel now?”
As Bruce finished untying him, Alfred slowly stood up and brushed himself off, carefully eyeing Bruce.
“As doubtful of your sanity as ever, Sir.”
Alfred was surprised to hear Selina Kyle laugh at his remark. He was even more surprised when she walked over and tightly embraced him. He was ashamed to admit that he had to suppress a nervous shudder… and not just because she was a young lady. Actually, he hadn’t been hugged by a woman in… well… since before Mrs. Wayne had passed away.
Selina attempted to make amends.
“I’m really sorry about earlier, Alfred. I never had any intention of harming you. I just needed to talk with Bruce about a matter of life and death... mine unfortunately.”
“I see... Then apology accepted, Miss Kyle. Please excuse me if I seemed a little… less than enthusiastic about the situation. The well-being of Master Bruce is, and always has been, my overriding priority. I hope you will understand that.”
Selina grinned as she released Alfred and then turned and draped her arms around an embarrassed Bruce.
“Completely. I’ve actually taken a shine to him as well…”
Bruce coughed and then flushed a little.
“Selina, I’m going to need to run some tests on you in the Cave... Alfred, can you put on a pot of coffee and then call my Insurance Broker in Metropolis? I need to know if my premiums will be lowered if I plan on retiring.”
“At this hour, Sir?... And I believe your Insurance Broker is stationed in the Gotham Professional Building, not Metropolis.”
Bruce winked at Alfred.
“Not that Insurance Agent, Alfred… The one in Metropolis who handles my life insurance. Leave him a message if you have to. But I’ll need that answer soon.”
Alfred paused until he finally realized that Master Bruce had been talking about that insurace agent.
“I see. Very well, Sir. I will ensure that he gets back to you at his earliest convenience. I shall go put on that pot of coffee now. Please excuse me.”
As Alfred departed for the kitchen, Selina stared up at Bruce and smiled curiously.
“Your insurance premiums must be very high if you’re worried about them now, Mr. Wayne. Thinking about increasing your life insurance now that you’ve taken me under your dark wing, perhaps?”
Bruce just smiled back at her and winked.
“Something like that, Miss Kyle… Now, how would you like to go and see Batman’s Headquarters?”
“Lead on, Mr. Wayne... My life is now in your capable hands, Darling.”
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