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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 Eight:

Parting Gifts
As the late afternoon sun travelled across the polished hallway floors of the luxurious Gotham Towers, it shone brightly upon the carnal handiwork of one Miss Selina Kyle, revealing an obscene parting gift, left quivering in an elevator car.
Mr. Bruce Wayne, Officer Richard Grayson and a sweaty Building Superintendent looked on in stunned disbelief at the discarded man… Silently witnessing the half-naked, semi-conscious figure of Officer Valdez; the very same Officer who had been tasked by Officer Grayson with arresting and then escorting the recently paroled Miss Selina Kyle to a squad car.
But Officer Valdez had never made it that far.
The sweat-stained Building Superintendent was the first to offer comment.
“Holy Mother of Christ! It smells like a goddamned Turkish orgy in there! Can you guys help me haul this sick freak outta this car?... I got a whole building full of pissed-off tenants who’re gonna need this elevator right away… Fuck, I’m gonna have to get a mop.”
A scowling Officer Richard Grayson turned and narrowed blue glowering eyes at the Building Superintendent in glare so unsettling that even Bruce was impressed. Grayson answered the foul, obese man with two staccato words, resisting the urge to simply toss his big, greasy ass back down all nine flights of stairs.
“Crime scene.”
“Crime scene?… Ya mean I gotta tell all those people downstairs they can’t use this freaking elevator?!”
“Precisely...” Dick waited a few seconds. “Was there anything else you needed?”
Bruce and Dick watched as the fat man huffed off, slowly making his way back down the grey flights of stairs, silently cursing beneath his breath. Richard scowled and then barked into his radio, calling in more paramedics and the crime scene detectives.
Bruce heard the ten double-zero code for ‘Officer Down’ that he always dreaded to hear.
One young cop would never be a match for Selina Kyle.
As Dick frantically worked his radio, Bruce leaned into the elevator, carefully checking the Hispanic man’s pulse. If the Paramedics sedated him soon, he knew that the convulsive Valdez would pull through with no permanent side effects - save for extreme embarrassment.
Bruce breathed a thankful sigh as he realized that if it hadn’t been for Dick’s timely intervention, it would have been him - and not this poor Officer - with Selina’s Need-coated dildo stuck deep into his ass. Even worse, Bruce had been mere seconds away from sharing the desperate fate of both Harvey Dent and Judson Caspian.
Satisfied with the young man’s prospects of survival, Bruce turned and began walking back to Selina’s still-open apartment while a worried Richard suddenly shot him a questioning glance while clutching his Police radio.
Bruce calmly replied.
“Forgot something in Selina’s apartment. Just a second.”
In the apartment, Bruce easily found what he was looking for… The discarded tube which Selina had used to apply the Need to her massive, black, sex toy. In the commotion that had shortly followed, Catwoman hadn’t had the opportunity to retrieve it.
And that little oversight gave Bruce exactly what he required for his investigation… A sample.
As Bruce returned, he knew that Dick would be blaming himself for what had just happened… that he should have handled the situation differently. Fuck, they both should have handled the situation differently. Unfortunately, even beyond his own severe conscience, Dick also had his Police superiors to answer to…
“Jesus Christ Bruce, Gordon’s going to have my ass for this! That poor kid… I should never have let Valdez escort that bitch alone, even for two minutes. This is all my fault…”
“No, it was mine. I was the one who physically carried you into that closet… But you were right, Dick... She is more dangerous than ever. She played me for a sucker and the clues were right under my nose the whole time… Harvey Dent, Judson Caspian, and then me… I should have realized what she was doing long before now.”
“Hold on… What does Harvey Dent have to do with all of this?! You’re saying Selina Kyle was behind the D.A.’s overdose on Need?!”
“I’m willing to bet that the sultry Selina is the only Need supplier in town right now... We just need to figure out who’s supplying her... But yes, I think she’s responsible for Harvey’s condition...
Weeks ago, Gilda Dent had discreetly asked me if I knew of any women which Harvey may have been seeing on the side… shortly before his unfortunate overdose. Poor Gilda told me she had reason to believe her husband was having an affair… And that she was growing increasingly worried about his uncharacteristic behaviour in the bedroom.”
“But Harvey didn’t prosecute her, Bruce… And she had no known prior history with Judson Caspian either. So why would Kyle bother targeting them?”
“You’re forgetting that she targeted me as well, Dick... Harvey Dent, Judson Caspian and Bruce Wayne are prominent men who have all been rumoured to be Batman at one time or another… I think she’s Bat Hunting, old chum.”
Bat Hunting...
It was the term they had used in the past when various people had attempted to discern the Batman’s true identity. Bruce had always been able to throw off the most persistent reporters (or criminals) with careful subterfuge and red herrings, but it seemed like Selina had developed a new method of enquiry…
Still, Officer Grayson was sceptical of its efficiency.
“But would Need even work for that, Bruce?... I mean… with enough drugs in your system, you’d probably tell Selina Kyle you were Santa Claus if that’s what she wanted to hear. I’ve seen junkies confess to murder in the interrogation room when they thought they could get a fix out of it… I don’t see why Need victims would be any different.”
“True… But it’s not a drugged confession she’s searching for, Richard… It’s physical evidence.”
“Physical evidence? Wait… You mean… Oh God… You’ve had sex with her before?!... Ewww!!!!”
Bruce couldn’t help but laugh at the obscene face that Richard made as he uttered the last sound of absolute disgust.
“I’m pretty sure I haven’t, Dick… By ‘physical evidence’ I simply meant my scars… Not my penis. Catwoman’s easily given me half-a-dozen scars during our past encounters. And Selina’s smart enough to remember exactly where she’s managed to dig her claws into Batman’s flesh during their previous altercations.”
Officer Grayson cupped his fist and slapped it into his palm, the exact same way he used to do when he’d been the Boy Wonder. Bruce really did miss those simpler days…
“Holy Tip-offs! So that means that she would only have to see you without your shirt to ascertain your secret identity. That’s been her game this whole time!”
“Maybe… Luckily, she only caught me with my pants down. The vast majority of my scars are waist up… You arrived just in the nick of time.”
“Your Secretary gave me the details when I called your office... We may have got lucky this time, but this means that you’re still in grave danger, Bruce... Even with a warrant out for her arrest, Catwoman will still stalk you like some cornered mouse.”
“Let her.”
“Goddamnit Bruce, you need Police protection…”
Richard stopped short when he heard the austere voice of Commissioner James Gordon urgently paging him on his radio. As Bruce eavesdropped on their short conversation, he gathered that the Commissioner had just heard about Judson Caspian, Selina Kyle and Officer Valdez.
Gordon had some very pressing questions for young Richard which needed to be answered at the Station… now.
“Bruce… Look… I have to go… Officer O’Neil is on her way up with the other investigators and she’ll drive you home… And no arguments this time. You’re going to stay locked away in that big, secure house of yours until you hear from me, got it?”
“Yes, Officer.”
“And you’re not to go after Catwoman on your own… Understand?”
“Safety in numbers, got it... I’ve still got your old red-and-green outfit though if you’d like to join me.”
“Bruce, I’m being serious.”
“I know, Dick... I’ll be good. I’ve been a bad boy and I’m being grounded.”
Dick winked at Bruce.
“Yes, you are. I’ll come by later on and spank you too... But for now, I’m afraid I’m the one who’s going to get his ass chewed out.”
“If there’s anything you need from me, Dick...”
“Thanks... Our cover story will be that you were trying to go back to work and I had to follow you and try to talk you out of it. I wanted you to go to the Hospital right away but you refused. We compromised with you being taken home and then placed under Alfred’s care.”
“Sounds plausible. I do hate Hospitals after all.”
“Be careful, Bruce… She’s still out there.”
“You too.”
Actually, going home suited Bruce Wayne just fine.
He had some pressing work of his own to do… in the Bat Cave. He wanted to know exactly what he was up against before tangling with the tricky Selina Kyle again. She had played him once already, and it wouldn’t happen again.
Bruce quietly patted the discarded tube he had secured in his pocket. If he could discover the secret to Selina’s new weapon of choice, he’d be able to piece together more of this mystery since her parole.
Her use of a drug bothered him. Selina had never been involved in the drug trade or a known user before… In her past life, Selina Kyle had actually been little more than a very good cat burglar and a decent martial artist, not a pusher.
As a thief, Selina simply performed ‘jobs’; in-and-out with no delays. But now, she’d changed… Bruce nervously contemplated on the new career path the dangerous woman had embarked upon. She’d never been willing to go to these extreme lengths before.
After seven long years in prison, the fires of revenge must have raged in Selina’s heart. She certainly wasn’t the softened woman she had been before her incarceration. From their little ‘play-date’ this afternoon, Bruce had instantly recognized that the former Catwoman was amazingly lean and hard…
Christ, he’d actually known female Olympic-level athletes half her age that would be green with envy of Selina’s current physical conditioning. Prison had obviously hardened her in more ways than one. He might have been impressed, but he certainly wasn’t worried…
Bruce was used to hardened criminals.
If Selina Kyle simply wanted revenge against Batman, then he also understood her motivations all too well. There were no fires which burned more passionately at the altar of Revenge than the ones which burned in his own heart.
And those fires of revenge had burned within him for far too long now…
But he had never had a reason to think of Selina as truly evil - until now. Fundamentally, something didn’t add up here. She wasn’t a cold-blooded killer… Whatever, he’d figure it out, he always did.
For now, what he had to determine was where Selina’s dangerous drug had come from... Kyle was no chemist, so she must have acquired it from somewhere... Did she have a new partner in crime?… Or had she simply pilfered it?
And if the drug was currently being prepared for mass distribution, Bruce knew that it would bring Gotham to its begging knees, making Selina’s crimes of passion nothing more than the tip of a raging iceberg.
This drug was much bigger than Selina Kyle. Too big. Which meant that the ex-con had probably stumbled across it and was now using it for her own pursuit of the Batman. But from where had she acquired such a perilous tool?
Too many questions. It was time to find some answers...

Bruce had lost track of how long he’d been working in the Bat Cave when a solitary Alfred brought him an entire pot of tea. Bruce hadn’t immersed himself in an investigation like this for quite some time now and he had to admit…
It felt good.
The persistent detective had made an exciting breakthrough in his forensic investigation of the Need sample he had procured from Selina’s apartment floor, and it was leading him along a very dangerous path. But it was a path with a very definite destination.
“Pardon the intrusion Master Bruce, but I thought I might bring you some hot tea. It’s always been so terribly cold and damp in the Cave at night.”
“Thank you, Alfred... What time is it?”
“Just after Eleven, Sir… I’m afraid this old man shall be retiring shortly. Was there anything else you required?”
“No Alfred, I’ll be fine… Actually, I’ve just got a few more things to check out before I call it a night.”
“Very good, Sir.”
The phone rang.
Besides the emergency ‘Hotline’, Bruce also had also installed the main line of the Estate’s phone in the Bat Cave and was surprised to hear that phone ringing now. Alfred stopped short and gave him a troubled look of ‘whoever could that be calling at this hour?’ while Bruce picked up and answered…
As Bruce assured the old servant that it was only Richard calling, Alfred breathed a sigh and then bid him a Good Night, retiring back to the Manor.
“What’s up, Dick?”
“Bruce, I’m sorry to call you so late. Gordon’s had me filling out paperwork for the past seven hours…”
“No worries. I was going to call you anyways... I’ve been doing a little work myself.”
“Bruce, I thought we talked about that…”
Bruce could hear the bitter disappointment in his ward’s weary voice.
“Not that kind of work, Dick. Just some research in the Cave… I’ve had a chance to analyze the chemical composition of a sample of Need from Selina’s apartment. Took awhile to figure it out...”
“Bruce, that’s a crime scene. Where the Hell did you get a sample from?!”
“Oh… From my pants.”
Technically, it wasn’t a lie.
“Alright, so what did you figure out?”
“The fact that it was laced with heroin took literally no time at all. To figure out that the rest of it was the extract of a genetically-engineered variety of Eurycoma longifolia capable of producing massive quantities of short-lived testosterone sterols… That one took some time.”
“A Yuri-Coma what?…Sorry Bruce, my botany is a little rusty.”
“Eurycoma longifolia, Dick. A flowering shrub native to Indonesia and Malaysia. A well-known natural aphrodisiac that the natives call ‘bitter charm’… And I can tell you from personal experience that it does indeed taste as bitter as Hell.”
“Bruce… Are you seriously telling me that a little heroin and some tree sap did that to you this afternoon?”
“It’s a shrub Dick, not a tree... And its primarily the roots that are used for the extract, not the sap… And yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you. Trust me old chum, this is no common garden-variety shrub we’re dealing with. This particular variety has been carefully engineered to produce the most powerful aphrodisiac known to man.”
“So Need is plant-based. Alright then, so how did Selina Kyle figure all this out?”
“She didn’t… Someone provided her with samples.”
“…Samples? As in plural?”
“It had to be samples, Dick. Once extracted, the steroid alcohols which are the key ingredient to Need have a remarkably short shelf life… maybe forty-eight hours if stored properly. No, someone’s definitely refining it and then supplying her with the drug. We just need to figure out who...”
“You said it grows in Indonesia and Malaysia, right?”
“While Gotham’s climate isn’t conducive to this tropical plant, that doesn’t mean Gotham Botanical Gardens or the University Greenhouses wouldn’t have live specimens in their climate-controlled labs. It must be coming from somewhere close…
And whoever is behind this must have a very green thumb and a brilliant mind. I would guess they possess at least one doctorate degree in organic chemistry. And while it’s incredibly potent, a short-lived plant extract like this doesn’t strike me as something a criminal drug lab would ever bother creating.”
“Unless they haven’t perfected it yet. Selina could have gotten her hands on working prototypes still under development.”
“Fair enough… But the first course of action would be to search out anyone who may have access to Eurycoma longifolia herein Gotham. There can’t be more than a handful of people who would fit that profile.”
“Jesus, you really are the world’s greatest detective… But just let the Police handle it from here on in, alright?”
“Alright. I’ll leave it to you for now, Dick... Any word on Selina Kyle yet?”
Bruce heard the deep breath of exasperation on the other end of the line.
“She’s still at large. Which means that you’re still in danger. Which means that you stay home and lock your damned doors.”
“Yes, Daddy… I meant to ask, how is Officer Valdez doing?”
“Sleeping it off at the Hospital. He may even be released tomorrow.”
“That’s good news... And Judson Caspian?”
“He’s in rough shape with a concussion, broken ocular bone and fractured jaw… You really put a beating on that old guy.”
“I was poisoned by Need and out of my mind… And that old guy did have a loaded gun pointed at me.”
“I know, I made sure to include that in my report... By the way, is ‘Deep Throated’ two separate words or hyphenated? I wasn’t sure…”
“Two words… and don’t you dare write that! Seriously though, Caspian’s as tough as they come, Dick. He can take a beating... but I’m not sure his psyche will ever recover. For all his personal tragedy, Judson Caspian was always a proud man who lived to be a conservative role model for Gotham. Selina Kyle brought him to his knees and then humiliated him… I’m not sure he’ll ever be able to get past that.”
“Then maybe he should just make a costume and start smacking around criminals at night... I hear it’s excellent therapy.”
“Very funny... Any word on Harvey’s condition?”
“Stable… Look, I know you hate Hospitals and all, but maybe you should just swing by Gotham General yourself… once Selina has been apprehended that is.”
“I will… if nothing else just to give Harvey and Gilda some answers. I’m sure Gilda’s been going through her own personal Hell this whole time with Harvey’s infidelity and then his overdose.”
“I’m sure she would appreciate that, considering how Bruce Wayne knows first-hand just how powerful the effects of this drug can be in the hands of a manipulative Selina Kyle.”
Bruce repressed a cold shudder, recalling his ordeal from this afternoon.
“Unfortunately, I do… Call me in the morning, Dick… And you still owe me that spanking.”
“Heh... Trust me, you’ve had this one coming for a long time.”
“I’m looking forward to it… Good night, Dick. I love you.”
“Good night, Bruce... I love you too. Stay safe.”
Bruce wasn’t sure how he had managed to live without Richard in his life for these past three years. Dick had always been the pure light that had allowed him to walk in the darkness, preventing him from slipping into the Abyss below.
God knows, Fate hadn’t been merciful to a young Richard either. Dick had lost both of his parents to the murderous Tony Zucco, but the boy had overcome his own personal tragedy to build the man. He honoured his parents by living, not by swearing a vow of revenge and fighting an unending war.
And Thomas Wayne’s only son had fought that war for so very long now…

As he prepared for bed, Bruce stared at his reflection in his bathroom mirror, quietly gazing upon the ravages of war. Sure, he was still in great shape for a man his age, but those intense blue eyes told the story of a soldier who’d seen too many tours of duty and that body bore the scars that a businessman should never have.
And that was just his appearance.
Inside was worse. Christ, he’d already been to Europe twice now for back surgeries that he didn’t dare to confess to Richard about… Dick had already given him enough grief over the one knee surgery four years ago and the three concussions.
And then there was Bruce Wayne’s perilous mental state.
On top of the continual nightmares and hallucinations, he had actually repressed his memories of an intimate relationship with Dick for the past three years. He had been a middle-aged gay man living in denial. Jesus, what other skeletons were buried in the deep, dark closet of his troubled mind?
Maybe Dick was right…
Maybe it was time to hand up the cowl and cape. He was tired of being alone.
That’s strange…
Bruce always left the bedroom reading lamp on when he prepared for bed. But as he flicked off the bathroom’s light switch, Bruce was immediately plunged into darkness. Perhaps the bulb had simply burnt out.
And had Alfred left the window open? He smelled cigarette smoke… The sudden red glow of a cigarette’s embers by his bedroom doorway let Bruce know that there was now a stranger in his bedroom.
A female stranger.
“I told you I’d take care of you later, Bruce...”
As his eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness, Bruce recognized the strong features of Selina Kyle as her green eyes reflected the red light of the burning cigarette held between her full lips. As the sultry Miss Kyle slowly blew out its acrid smoke, she leaned against Bruce’s closed door in her black dress and grinned.
“Or would you prefer to be called… Batman?”
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