Batman Fan Fiction ❯ Catwoman: The Tamer ❯ Sorry! ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Sorry!

I approached Wayne Manor after spending hours in front of both the mirror and my observant, always honest, meowing darlings to make sure I appeared drop-dead gorgeous, or "positively dapper" as Jeeves described me after allowing me inside. I looked around at the mansion's décor, admiring the elegant layout of expensive, shiny things it was filled with. A few months ago I might have lifted a couple things just to :meows: lighten his load.

"I'm afraid Master Bruce is busy being a diligent creature of the night and is currently disposed of. Of course, madam, you are always welcome inside. I am a bit curious, however, as to why you are visiting so late, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I had a few urgent matters I wanted to discuss with Dr. Broodenstein, and hoped he would have finished his research by now. Of course, that blockhead never retires early, does he?" The elderly man smiled and shook his head. "Alright, it would be doing me an amazing favor if you went and told him I was here anyway."

"Not a favor at all, Miss. That is my job." We shared a laugh at that. "I'll return in a moment, with Master Bruce in tow. Please, have a seat while you await his entrance." He kindly gestured to the huge living room and escorted me to the couch like the gentleman he was.

"Thanks a lot, Alfred." I offered a hug and he accepted it as he would from a dear friend. This man was great. Even if I was waging war against Bruce, I would never, ever, harm this man.

"No need for thanks, Miss Kyle, I shan't be a moment." He was gone moments later, walking down the hall at a brisk, professional pace. In his absence, I crossed my legs, lifted the end of the skirt up to my thigh and tugged my top open just a tad, in addition to modestly pushing my chest out so it would look flattering and provocative without obvious exaggeration.

Footsteps were rounding the corner, and I pivoted my body so my bust pointed directly at the hallway. My lips puckered in a cute little pout, my eyebrows arched, my cheeks flushed and black strands curled down to cover an emerald eye; I was seduction itself and it was all wasted preparation.

My impure efforts stopped the Boy Wonder dead in his tracks once he caught sight of me. I can only speculate the type of purrize I seemed to be to him by the way his eyes widened to the extreme. It didn't take a genius to notice he was coming from training, the way his muscles were bulging in the tank top, drenched in his sweat. He hardly qualified as a boy anymore.

"Surprised to see me, handsome?" I chose not to adjust my posture, wanting to see if I could cause him to sweat for a different reason. "I stopped by to have a little chat with the big man, but I wonder purrhaps you can satisfy me in his place." I raised a suggestive eyebrow, and the redness in his cheeks upped the level of his cuteness factor tenfold.

"Surprised as a Batman sucker-punch," he quipped. "What do you need?" It was Robin after all. The boy was ninja-trained to take down monsters since before he'd even cared about girls, so I don't know what I was expecting. Of course he wouldn't stutter over seeing little old me. Still, I felt a twinge of disappointment and decided to lay the seduction on heavier, just for the playful fun of it. I rose to my full height, stretching out my ankles and arms in a masterful relevé, arching my back to push my front parts out further, and mewled my satisfaction as cute as any real cat could.

"Well, I began to have some weird, burning sensations just below my belly anytime I have the eyes of the opposite sex on me. You're actually doing it to me now." I giggled at how long it took him to peel his eyes away, or purrhaps it was funny that he averted his stare at all. "Don't worry, I don't mind. It's a pleasant warmth; just strange. I was hoping the big guy would take a look at it for me, but since you're here"

I closed the short distance between us, although I took my tippy-toeing time, and made a grab for his arm. It jumped away, but he restrained himself and gave it to me anyway. With a cheerful smile, I moved it to my abdomen and placed his fingers underneath my top. "After all, one set of hands are as good as another. Do you feel how hot my skin is under your touch?" He nodded distractedly, never breaking eye contact with me. A natural blush crept onto my cheeks, sealing his fate

Or it would have had the butler's return not interrupted our fun.

"I apologize, Miss Kyle, but neither Master Bruce, nor his guest seem to be where I left them. I'll have to" He paused, looked over the two of us with a questioning eye and just as quickly dismissed it.

"I told you my abs were tighter than yours," I said to Robin with a wink. He caught on quickly, playing it off with a disagreeing shake of his head, which I took as purrmission to feel him up. My fingers gently probed the tight muscles under his shirt, granting me the gift of his gasping response. "It's alright; I can just come by another night if the brooding billionaire is busy."

"Oh, that is nonsense, Miss Kyle! You came all this way to see him; the least he can do is greet you. Besides, it's a dose of good health to have someone like you interested in him. He needs your good company to keep him right in the head." I fought the urge to chuckle at the irony. "Please, if you would just wait one moment more, I'm sure Master Dick can provide you with entertainment." We both turned to find the teen blushing with a cheesy grin.

"Um well" I released his hand but he never made a move to withdraw it from under my shirt, so I pulled away from him to let him think. He was clearly reluctant to lose physical contact, so I pinched his cheek.

Without my body placed so intimately to his and clouding his mind he was able to say, "I'm still in the middle of a training session, but I could definitely use a workout partner," with a smirk so flirtatiously coy I had to forbid my mind from falling into the gutter. Hardly just a kid at all. I grinned hungrily at the charming little hearthrob.

"That's okay sweetie. I can wait until your daddy can take care of me. I'll be on my way now. You boys play nice." And with a smile and a wink I made it out the mansion door, back to my trusty Cat-illac where my cozy costume awaited me. Once I was suited up and ready to purrowl, I gave my nine-tails a little twirl before wrapping it around its home; my supple waist.

"Alright Bat, time to pay for ignoring me!" Now was the time to show off how quiet and discreet a cat really operates when she wants to. I climbed up onto the balcony, using the curtain as cover. The window was conveniently, if peculiarly ajar. Just as well, the bedroom was empty.

I got down low, crawled deeper inside, keeping all my senses on highly sensitive alert. It was just as dark as it was silent, which did nothing to hinder my high purrforming eyes and ears. However, it was a smell of all things that snagged me. A familiar fragrance drew me in; her scent. And something else mixed with it; another potent musk. It smelled undeniably, unsettlingly recognizable and I mentally kicked myself for not catching it sooner.

Him

Or more precisely, the scent of his passion. It caught me off guard, freezing me in place as it sunk it. And then a breeze got hold of it, funneling it into my nose, dribbling down my throat like a rancid bag of maggots, and traveled as deep as it could into my core, stirring up a boiling pot of jealousy once I heard his moan over hers. I blanked out how I got there, but I was behind a closed-over door, peeking in on their lovemaking session in a spare bedroom.

It only started because I never gave myself time to think. Just the sight of them there was enough to summon such vengeful actions from me. I launched myself through the door, roaring with all the animalistic rage instilled in me. And lord bless, it only took him two seconds to adjust by letting her go and turning towards me, catching my arms mid-clawing before they could sink into the meat of his back. Still not thinking, and still in the air, I tried my best to chomp at his wrist, but he showed just how light a little thing like me is, and I was tossed away at a wall.

Of course, being my little agile self, my heels cancelled out my crashing, and I kicked off the solid wall, propelling myself back towards him. My hands hit the floor and he jumped away from my flying cartwheel kick. Smooth as a criminal, I slid between his legs, catching a meaty tendon with a quick swipe as I passed. The injured limb caused him to limp, but I wasn't surprised that he still managed to block my volley of sporadic attacks.

"How could you, Bruce?" I shouted through the tears and heartbreak. "Am I not special to you?" I kicked at his ribs, he chopped my leg away. "You were special to me! The only man I've ever met that I thought could handle me; accept me for who I really am. How dare you betray my trust, and end all of those tender emotions like this? You cheating bastard!" I hissed, and struck at his temple, but he ducked away. "And with someone you don't even know? What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Selina, calm down." It was more of a plea than an order. Normally, that would have sunken into my heart and made me heel immediately. But hell, with a broken heart, it did nothing more than agitate me. I refused to hear any bullshit excuses, because there were none I could accept. "You have to listen to me, you're making a mistake." He was still so level-headed about it; that fact set me off worse than the sex, and added to the feeling of betrayal.

"I'm making the mistake?" He received a hard punch to the gut, and I made certain he felt it too. "I gave up everything for you! The thieving, the scheming, everything I ever stole, just so we could have a shot together!" It should not have been so easy to gain the upper hand, but she ran towards me like a fool, screaming her head off. He called her back, tried to pull her away, and left his face vulnerable for a harsh kick. I watched his body spin in the air before spilling out on the floor.

He was down, but my rage level was not. I walked over to him, kicked him roughly in the ribs and snickered at the coughing sound he made, knowing full well I would hate myself for doing so afterwards. Still, I tangled my claws in his always neatly combed hair, pinched the skin of his scalp, and forced his glossy gaze up to meet mine.

"Maybe you're right. Trusting you was a mistake. You see, I'm not surprised. After all, this world has always been home to conniving cats and dirty dogs. I'll be waiting for you, sweetie, and I'm taking your plaything with me. Catch us if you can."

His head hit the floor. The sight of his eyes falling shut would probably haunt my nightmares when the adrenaline wore off. However, the cruelties of my actions had not yet reached my rationale, so adding more still seemed justifiable. Who gave a damn anyhow? This was surely my official resignation as a goody-goody anyway. The old cat was going back to her wicked ways.

Footsteps were racing up the stairs as I made off through the window with my first object of thievery since coming out of retirement. So what if it happened to be a person? By the time the Bat's reinforcement arrived on the scene, I had his concubine tied up in the trunk, peeling away from the mansion, on my way to the dusty old litter-box where I started this silly Catwoman gig.

I chose it to be the place of our confrontation for a few reasons. The most obvious being it was littered with traps I was familiar with, but the most personal being it was where he was sure to look for me first, and for once, I was not in the mood to play cat and mouse.