Halloween fic!
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whipsyTitle: Halloween Night
Characters: Catwoman/Bruce Wayne
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1680
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For dcu_ffa's Autumn Challenge and Brady's 2011 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge! And for my table, prompt #48- writer's choice. Idea from this prompt at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
batcat_fic.
It was definitely a moment of weakness, curiosity, and all around poor judgment. Selina couldn't explain it away as anything else really. What other reason could she have for showing up at Gotham's premiere Halloween Party at Bruce Wayne's manor, to which she was invited, declined politely (for Alfred's sake), and then decided to show up as herself: purple suit, whip, the works.
Usually, Selina gave little importance to men. Sure, they were fun to be around from time to time, but she didn't latch on and thought herself better off without one. However, Bruce was something else. What was worse, she had been missing him lately, but she couldn't simply stop by. Not with the way things ended, the things said.... She was the worst offender, stating with as much authority as possible that she was sorry they ever met and never wanted to see him again. She wasn't usually so dramatic. It didn't matter though, he just stood there for a long moment, infuriatingly quiet, then left. Had he yelled back, the anger she felt would have carried her through the worst of it and made the following days easier to deal with. But he had been so resigned, as if he had expected it and had been waiting for it all along. That hurt more than anything he could have said. Still, Selina wasn't one to dwell. Besides, she rationalized, it was Halloween and with everyone dressed up, he'd never know she was there.
Catwoman climbed up the manor's front entrance. Party goers littered the entryway in extravagant and beautiful costumes. Yet, she felt strange to be in his home, dressed all in purple as she was. It was a risky move seeing as Bruce didn't know Selina and Catwoman were the same person and now that they were no longer together, he could never know. She had been tempted to share her secret with him once, not too long ago. But on the night she had decided to do so, she had waited and waited and he never showed, never even called. Too livid to stay indoors much longer, she changed, grabbed her whip, and went out where she had a run-in with Batman. He had been hurt pretty badly in the latest breakout from Arkham. She helped him by stopping some of the bleeding. He thanked her like he usually did, grunting something inaudible before disappearing. Bruce, she didn't hear from until three days later and by that time, she had reconsidered sharing anything more with him.
She crossed the foyer where one woman demanded to know her costume designer's name, then Catwoman ended up in the Grand Ballroom. Glancing around, she smiled appreciating all the hard work Alfred undoubtedly put into transforming the place into one with a deliciously spooky atmosphere. Jack-o-lanterns and cauldrons, candles and mummies, and a few bats were placed along the walls. A large, gnarled tree stood in the middle of the dance floor and there was an ever present fog inching forth from behind the band. The lights were dimmed and the music loud. It was perfect.
When a few more people commented on her suit, Catwoman laughed. If only they knew, she thought with a sly grin. And, against her better judgment, she lingered longer than she should have. Even drinking two glasses of wine and trying the food, which was exquisite, but she wouldn't expect anything less from Alfred. The wonderful man even remembered to make the candy apples she loved the year before which he promised to make again. The year before when Bruce had invited her personally and after dancing the hours away, they spent their first night together at her place. He had been so uncharacteristically open and held on to her as if enchanted and the wine was obviously making her sentimental, so she left her third glass behind on a table.
That's when a hand grabbed her suddenly.
She turned and there he was, standing next to her. Bruce. His costume was simple, but effective. The only reason she knew he was a Navy Admiral wasn't simply that he was in full dress whites, but rather because of the insignia that decorated his uniform. A few months back she had to learn the tiny differences for a heist involving a Navy Captain, his office, and a safe.
Catwoman smiled at him. He looked like he just stepped out of the 1940's. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his face clean shaven and unbearably handsome. Then, she remembered that Catwoman and Bruce Wayne did not know each other.
"Do I know you, Admiral?"
"Would you like to?" he winked, doing a poor job of admiring her discreetly.
He was back to being the Bruce the papers had a field day reporting on. She didn't like it. "Not tonight." Catwoman turned to go.
Bruce stopped her, grabbing her hand again and drawing her close, "Why else would you be here, Catwoman?"
For a moment, she dreaded his recognizing her, but it was clear he had not. She's not sure which bothered her more.
"What makes you think I'm here for you?" she asked.
"It's my party," he grinned. "And, perhaps...we can get better acquainted." Something she couldn't have possibly seen flashed across his face as he said the words. It was probably the wine. Definitely no more for her. He leaned forward until his lips nearly brushed her ear and she had to suppress a slight shudder. Had she missed him that much?
Apparently so.
Still, she really shouldn't be letting Bruce lead her anywhere. Especially not when he half-grinned in that way of his that let her know exactly what he was thinking. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was she was thinking the same thing.
They walked out of the ballroom, down a long hallway where a few candles lit their way. She couldn't help but appreciate the elegant beauty of his home, she hadn't seen too much of it while they dated. Usually she waited in the foyer for him when they didn't meet at her place. It was as though Bruce didn't want her to get too close. They had dinner at the manor only a handful of times and that had been at Alfred's insistence. However, that was the past and she was looking forward to the immediate future.
Bruce paused and held a door open for her. Catwoman walked in to a small library where a warm fire burned in the fireplace. Except for a pumpkin on the mantle, Halloween did not seem to exist in that room.
She walked further inside stopping near the loveseat. Bruce came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist. Catwoman had done some pretty reckless things in her life, but none more so than what she did next. She turned in his arms and kissed him. She didn't bother to wonder if he would realize she was Selina behind the mask. She didn't want to consider the problem of Catwoman kissing Bruce Wayne when Selina might or might not be in love with him. None of it mattered in that moment, it was simply Bruce and Catwoman.
She allowed his hands to roam, to slide up her sides at a teasingly slow pace. His fingertips brushed past the outside of her breasts and over her shoulders to cradle her face. He'd always been so good with his hands, stroking gently, touching just the right way, always leaving her breathless.
"Bruce."
The name escaped her lips. Up until then, he had gone slow, taking his time, holding back, but the sound of his name changed everything. He picked her up and carried her over to the couch. He wasn't gentle when they got there. She wasn't either.
Part of the purple suit was soon off. He kissed along the edge of her mask and down her throat where the need to possess her had him growling her name.
"Catwoman."
She smiled then, her green eyes saying what her lips would never reveal. One corner of Bruce's mouth turned up in that sexy half-smirk of his and Catwoman may have purred in delight. She rolled them over so he was now sitting on the couch and she straddled him, her knees falling to either side of his lean hips.
Bruce reached for her, his hand drifting to her hair, fingers lacing into the thick, dark strands. He pulled her in for a kiss, while she shifted to take him inside her again. They moved together, slowly at first. The urgency of before had left for the moment. While she rocked her hips, he watched her, mesmerized. The fire behind her cast long shadows on her making parts of her incredible body seem to glow. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he busied his mouth elsewhere, kissing her, tasting her.
Her nails scraped along his back, his fingers dug into her hips as the desperate need returned. They moved faster, getting closer, so close.... Bare skin pressed up against bare skin, glistened in the firelight, until pleasure washed over them, leaving them both gasping for breath.
When his breathing slowed, she pulled away. He wanted her back on him, but instead he said, "You should come to more of my parties."
Catwoman laughed as she dressed. "That wouldn't be a good idea."
He didn't say anything to that, knowing it was true. Catwoman's long, dark hair had him thinking of Selina and he felt guilty all of a sudden. "Ready to go back?" he asked, turning away to gather his costume. He did not watch as she finished dressing.
"Nope." She opened the window, letting a cold blast of air into the library. The flickering fire drew Bruce's gaze and when he looked to the window again, Catwoman was watching him.
"Thanks for the treat, sailor," she winked before jumping out the window to enjoy the rest of her Halloween.
Characters: Catwoman/Bruce Wayne
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1680
Disclaimer: DC owns.
AN: For dcu_ffa's Autumn Challenge and Brady's 2011 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge! And for my table, prompt #48- writer's choice. Idea from this prompt at
batcat_fic.It was definitely a moment of weakness, curiosity, and all around poor judgment. Selina couldn't explain it away as anything else really. What other reason could she have for showing up at Gotham's premiere Halloween Party at Bruce Wayne's manor, to which she was invited, declined politely (for Alfred's sake), and then decided to show up as herself: purple suit, whip, the works.
Usually, Selina gave little importance to men. Sure, they were fun to be around from time to time, but she didn't latch on and thought herself better off without one. However, Bruce was something else. What was worse, she had been missing him lately, but she couldn't simply stop by. Not with the way things ended, the things said.... She was the worst offender, stating with as much authority as possible that she was sorry they ever met and never wanted to see him again. She wasn't usually so dramatic. It didn't matter though, he just stood there for a long moment, infuriatingly quiet, then left. Had he yelled back, the anger she felt would have carried her through the worst of it and made the following days easier to deal with. But he had been so resigned, as if he had expected it and had been waiting for it all along. That hurt more than anything he could have said. Still, Selina wasn't one to dwell. Besides, she rationalized, it was Halloween and with everyone dressed up, he'd never know she was there.
Catwoman climbed up the manor's front entrance. Party goers littered the entryway in extravagant and beautiful costumes. Yet, she felt strange to be in his home, dressed all in purple as she was. It was a risky move seeing as Bruce didn't know Selina and Catwoman were the same person and now that they were no longer together, he could never know. She had been tempted to share her secret with him once, not too long ago. But on the night she had decided to do so, she had waited and waited and he never showed, never even called. Too livid to stay indoors much longer, she changed, grabbed her whip, and went out where she had a run-in with Batman. He had been hurt pretty badly in the latest breakout from Arkham. She helped him by stopping some of the bleeding. He thanked her like he usually did, grunting something inaudible before disappearing. Bruce, she didn't hear from until three days later and by that time, she had reconsidered sharing anything more with him.
She crossed the foyer where one woman demanded to know her costume designer's name, then Catwoman ended up in the Grand Ballroom. Glancing around, she smiled appreciating all the hard work Alfred undoubtedly put into transforming the place into one with a deliciously spooky atmosphere. Jack-o-lanterns and cauldrons, candles and mummies, and a few bats were placed along the walls. A large, gnarled tree stood in the middle of the dance floor and there was an ever present fog inching forth from behind the band. The lights were dimmed and the music loud. It was perfect.
When a few more people commented on her suit, Catwoman laughed. If only they knew, she thought with a sly grin. And, against her better judgment, she lingered longer than she should have. Even drinking two glasses of wine and trying the food, which was exquisite, but she wouldn't expect anything less from Alfred. The wonderful man even remembered to make the candy apples she loved the year before which he promised to make again. The year before when Bruce had invited her personally and after dancing the hours away, they spent their first night together at her place. He had been so uncharacteristically open and held on to her as if enchanted and the wine was obviously making her sentimental, so she left her third glass behind on a table.
That's when a hand grabbed her suddenly.
She turned and there he was, standing next to her. Bruce. His costume was simple, but effective. The only reason she knew he was a Navy Admiral wasn't simply that he was in full dress whites, but rather because of the insignia that decorated his uniform. A few months back she had to learn the tiny differences for a heist involving a Navy Captain, his office, and a safe.
Catwoman smiled at him. He looked like he just stepped out of the 1940's. His hair was perfectly coiffed, his face clean shaven and unbearably handsome. Then, she remembered that Catwoman and Bruce Wayne did not know each other.
"Do I know you, Admiral?"
"Would you like to?" he winked, doing a poor job of admiring her discreetly.
He was back to being the Bruce the papers had a field day reporting on. She didn't like it. "Not tonight." Catwoman turned to go.
Bruce stopped her, grabbing her hand again and drawing her close, "Why else would you be here, Catwoman?"
For a moment, she dreaded his recognizing her, but it was clear he had not. She's not sure which bothered her more.
"What makes you think I'm here for you?" she asked.
"It's my party," he grinned. "And, perhaps...we can get better acquainted." Something she couldn't have possibly seen flashed across his face as he said the words. It was probably the wine. Definitely no more for her. He leaned forward until his lips nearly brushed her ear and she had to suppress a slight shudder. Had she missed him that much?
Apparently so.
Still, she really shouldn't be letting Bruce lead her anywhere. Especially not when he half-grinned in that way of his that let her know exactly what he was thinking. But that wasn't the worst part. No, the worst part was she was thinking the same thing.
They walked out of the ballroom, down a long hallway where a few candles lit their way. She couldn't help but appreciate the elegant beauty of his home, she hadn't seen too much of it while they dated. Usually she waited in the foyer for him when they didn't meet at her place. It was as though Bruce didn't want her to get too close. They had dinner at the manor only a handful of times and that had been at Alfred's insistence. However, that was the past and she was looking forward to the immediate future.
Bruce paused and held a door open for her. Catwoman walked in to a small library where a warm fire burned in the fireplace. Except for a pumpkin on the mantle, Halloween did not seem to exist in that room.
She walked further inside stopping near the loveseat. Bruce came up behind her, placing his hands on her waist. Catwoman had done some pretty reckless things in her life, but none more so than what she did next. She turned in his arms and kissed him. She didn't bother to wonder if he would realize she was Selina behind the mask. She didn't want to consider the problem of Catwoman kissing Bruce Wayne when Selina might or might not be in love with him. None of it mattered in that moment, it was simply Bruce and Catwoman.
She allowed his hands to roam, to slide up her sides at a teasingly slow pace. His fingertips brushed past the outside of her breasts and over her shoulders to cradle her face. He'd always been so good with his hands, stroking gently, touching just the right way, always leaving her breathless.
"Bruce."
The name escaped her lips. Up until then, he had gone slow, taking his time, holding back, but the sound of his name changed everything. He picked her up and carried her over to the couch. He wasn't gentle when they got there. She wasn't either.
Part of the purple suit was soon off. He kissed along the edge of her mask and down her throat where the need to possess her had him growling her name.
"Catwoman."
She smiled then, her green eyes saying what her lips would never reveal. One corner of Bruce's mouth turned up in that sexy half-smirk of his and Catwoman may have purred in delight. She rolled them over so he was now sitting on the couch and she straddled him, her knees falling to either side of his lean hips.
Bruce reached for her, his hand drifting to her hair, fingers lacing into the thick, dark strands. He pulled her in for a kiss, while she shifted to take him inside her again. They moved together, slowly at first. The urgency of before had left for the moment. While she rocked her hips, he watched her, mesmerized. The fire behind her cast long shadows on her making parts of her incredible body seem to glow. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he busied his mouth elsewhere, kissing her, tasting her.
Her nails scraped along his back, his fingers dug into her hips as the desperate need returned. They moved faster, getting closer, so close.... Bare skin pressed up against bare skin, glistened in the firelight, until pleasure washed over them, leaving them both gasping for breath.
When his breathing slowed, she pulled away. He wanted her back on him, but instead he said, "You should come to more of my parties."
Catwoman laughed as she dressed. "That wouldn't be a good idea."
He didn't say anything to that, knowing it was true. Catwoman's long, dark hair had him thinking of Selina and he felt guilty all of a sudden. "Ready to go back?" he asked, turning away to gather his costume. He did not watch as she finished dressing.
"Nope." She opened the window, letting a cold blast of air into the library. The flickering fire drew Bruce's gaze and when he looked to the window again, Catwoman was watching him.
"Thanks for the treat, sailor," she winked before jumping out the window to enjoy the rest of her Halloween.