By day, By night.
Pairing: Batman!Changbin x Catwoman!Reader
Genre: enemies to lovers, smut
Warnings: P in v, unprotected sex, groping, nipple play, swearing, oral(f. receiving), handjob, spitting
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“Aw, come on, Bats, don’t tell me you’re already tired,” you mocked, watching as Batman slowly pulled himself up, exhaling sharply through his nose.
The rain fell heavily on the rooftop, and you were so glad you were wearing the mask, because if you didn’t, your hair would have been soaked. And you didn’t like getting wet. Well, at least by the rain. You were catwoman, after all.
“Watch your tongue, Cat.” He fired back, already stepping forward. “Mockery will get you killed.”
You gasped dramatically, placing a hand on your chest. “Oh? You’d kill me then? I thought you liked me!”
“I don’t.”
“Mm, okay,”
You took a step back, claws coming out when you watched him step closer to you. “If I was you, Bats, I’d step back. Wouldn’t want to scratch that beautiful face of yours.” You said quietly. Even though you’d never seen his face. You could tell he was handsome. Like.. Really handsome.
“You couldn’t even if you tried.” He spat, furrowing his eyebrows as he looked at you up and down.
You smiled, resting a hand on your hip. “How’s that scratch on your chest? Fully healed?” You teased, winking at him.
“Fuck you.”
“Uh-huh, you wish you could.” You grinned when you saw his lips pressing into a line. Those lips you wanted to kiss so bad, to feel against your neck, your—
“Give me the necklace,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, gesturing to your hand.
“What, this thing?” You asked, raising the necklace up. “Mm, no. I don’t think I will. I like it.”
“I didn’t ask if you liked it.”
You pursed your lips, gripping the necklace tighter. “I’m not giving it to you, Bats.” You said, stepping back.
Before he could speak, you had already landed gracefully on the opposite rooftop, looked back over your shoulder, and flipped him off before disappearing into the night.
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You woke up, yawning loudly before stretching your limbs. You were a bit sore from jumping from rooftop to rooftop last night, all that chasing with Batman had completely worn you out.
You walked into the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee, before leaning against the counter, taking a sip.
“Y/N, tell your stupid cat to stop being so clingy.” Changbin said, annoyance clear in his voice. You glanced down at his foot, seeing the way your cat was rubbing her little head against his knee, her tail raised up.
“Aw, Bin, she likes you!” You said, smiling brightly, earning a glare from him. “Take her away before I kick her.”
Changbin didn’t like cats, hated them. Was it because he always had to chase Catwoman? Maybe. But he hated the way your cat seemed to love shedding on his clothes. Would he actually hurt the cat? Definitely not. Would he hurt Catwoman? Again, no. Fuck her senseless? A hundred percent.
“You’re so cruel.” You pouted, taking your cat and lifting her up in your lap. “There you are, sweetheart!” You said, scratching her neck as she purred. “See? She’s just one innocent soul.”
Changbin muttered something under his breath before disappearing out of the apartment, closing the door behind him. When he was gone, you gently lowered the cat on the floor before padding to your room.
You opened your wardrobe, staring at the beautiful golden necklace you had stolen. You smiled, taking it into your hand before pulling a jacket on, stepping out of the apartment.
You navigated through the busy streets of Gotham, your steps quick as you made your way to jewelry store. You stepped inside, closing the door behind you.
“Y/N!” Chan greeted you, smiling. You smiled back, hugging him. “Hey, Chan-ah.” You said softly, pulling back.
You pulled out the necklace, placing it in front of him. “How much for this?” You asked, shoving your hands in the pockets of your jacket.
Chan blinked, eyeing the necklace. “Where did you get this?” He asked, looking up at you. You sighed softly. “Can you help or not?”
He nodded, leaning down to take a better look at it. “It’s real gold,” he stated. “No damage at all..” he trailed off. He straightened up, clearing his throat. “I can give you three thousand.”
Your whole face lit up. Jackpot. “Sounds great.” You said, smiling.
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“Um, hi.” You greeted, looking at the old lady who was sitting behind the glass separating you. “I’d like to make a donation.” You said softly.
“How much?” She asked. Not for what reason. How much.
You blinked slowly. “Three thousand,” she opened her mouth, but you were faster. “I’d like the money to be used for the children. Not the building or whatever the fuck you were planning to do.” You continued. “I want every child in here to be happy. I don’t care how. Buy them toys, better beds and clothes, okay?”
She nodded, completely speechless.
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You sat at the edge of the rooftop, staring at the sign—his sign and the way it lit up the sky of Gotham City. You could hear the sirens of the police cars, all searching for you.
“Cat,” Batman said behind you, walking closer. When you didn’t turn around, he reached out to touch your shoulder, not gently.
You immediately turned around, pinning him against the wall, your hand raised to his throat, your claws out. “Easy, Bats,” you said, your eyes darting all over his face. “Don’t even try.”
He blinked, staring at you. “Give me the ring.” He said simply, you shook your head. “No.”
“Cat,”
“Bat.”
Silence followed. Rain started to fall once again, but you didn’t pay attention this time. You huffed quietly, pulling your hand away, your gloves sliding down slightly. “Is this why you come here every night?” You asked quietly. “For the jewelry? Or for me?”
He exhaled through his nose, but didn’t speak. Why? Because he knew you were right. Sure, he did his duty, always chased the bad guys, most of the time, he got the jewelry back from you, but tonight, he didn’t come for the jewelry.
“For you,” he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Always for you, Cat.” You swallowed, your eyes fluttering closed at the touch.
You didn’t understand who closed the distance between you first. All you knew was that he was a good kisser. Your hands were in his dark hair, his squeezing and kneading your ass cheeks through your leather suit.
When you both pulled back, you bit your lip, opening your eyes to look at him. He stared at your face for a moment, before reaching for your mask. You panicked, immediately pulling away. “Cat-”
“Don’t.” You said, looking anywhere but him. Before he could reply, you had disappeared, once again, leaving him standing there, hard and alone.
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You woke up, and you could feel the dry tears on your cheeks. You rolled over, staring up at the ceiling. What the fuck was wrong with you? You always wanted to kiss him, let him fuck you right there on the rooftop. So why did you ran?
You stood up, pulling on a hoodie and sweatpants before walking in the kitchen. Changbin was already there, leaning against the counter as he stared into nothing.
“Hey,” you said quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder. “You okay?” He nodded silently, taking a sip. “Yeah, yeah. Just.. Didn’t sleep well.” He brushed it off, but you could tell there was more to it.
“Do you wanna talk about it?” You pressed gently. He just shook his head, offering a small smile. “No. Thanks for asking though.” He said, before disappearing into the bathroom. You heard the water running, meaning that he was showering.
After twenty minutes, he stepped out with a towel around his hips, but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was the scratch he had on his chest. What the fuck?
“Changbin,” you called out. “The—How did you get that?” You nodded to his chest, he looked down, blinking. “Oh, I-” he paused, pursing his lips. What excuse could he possibly use? “I.. I was running late to college and my chest brushed against some sharp metal bars.” He said, scratching the back of his head.
You didn’t believe him. “Right.” You whispered, clicking your tongue. “Be careful. It looks painful.” You furrowed your eyebrows. “When did you say it happened?” He blinked, shrugging. “Like.. One week ago, maybe.”
One week ago. One week ago, you had scratched Batman’s chest while fighting. It couldn’t be. “Alright.”
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The same night, after stealing a fucking earring on purpose, you sat on the rooftop of your apartment. Your eyebrows were furrowed, claws digging into the concrete as you stared ahead.
“Kitty,” he said, softer than all the other times. You turned around slowly, standing up. You tossed the earring at him, sighing heavily. “Bat,” you whispered, stepping closer to him.
You looked at his face, and that’s when you started to notice, really started to notice just how obvious it was that Batman was Changbin. Plump lips, dark brown hair, his nose; straight bridge and a rounded compact tip.
“Take off your mask,”
“Cat—”
“Please.” It was the first time you had pleaded him. And that was all it took for him. He slowly raised his hands, hesitating for a moment before pulling his mask off, throwing on the ground.
Changbin stood in front of you, biting his bottom lip as he noticed the way you were looking at him. “Say something, Kitty.”
You couldn’t speak. How were you supposed to? You had hurt him, kissed him, hated him and liked him at the same time for so long. Always fighting with him.
You took your gloves off, your hands trembling as you threw them to the ground. He stared at you, eyes widening slightly as you took his hands, bringing them to your face. “What are you doing?” He asked quietly.
“Take it off,” you muttered, eyes locked on his. He nodded once, slowly pulling your mask up, and when it was over your head, he froze, actually froze.
“Y/N?”
“Yeah,” you nodded, looking down. “Hi, Bin.”
It took him only a few good seconds to realize what was happening. You thought he changed his mind. That he didn’t like what he saw.
“Did it disappoint you?” You asked quietly, fumbling with your fingers.
“What? No! God, no. Y/N, you’re—” he trailed off, eyes darting all over your face and body. “I.. I could never be disappointed, I’m just fucking surprised it’s you.” He shook his head, hand cupping your cheek to tilt your head up. “Why?” He asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Why do you steal?”
You bit your lip. “I do it for a good cause,” you admitted quietly. “I sell the jewelry I steal from the museum and give the money to Gotham’s orphanage.”
He blinked slowly. “Y/N..” he sighed. “You could’ve told me—I mean.. Batman.” He said. “I would’ve helped you.”
“Are you here to lecture me?” You asked, furrowing your eyebrows.
He paused, his eyes falling to your lips as he shook his head. “No,” he said quietly, dragging your bottom lip down with his thumb.
Rain began to fall once more, this time soaking your hair and face, but you didn’t care. All you cared about was him. You gripped his jaw, pulling him closer to kiss him.
When your lips connected, you hummed, titling your head to the side to let his tongue slide inside your mouth, moaning as he did so. He gripped your ass, lifting you up and walking towards the wall until your back hit it. You tugged at his bottom lip, earning a grunt from him before sucking on it.
He gripped your hair with one hand, the other wrapped around your waist to keep you up. You reached for the zipper of his suit, impatiently pulling it down. He pulled back just enough to take off the sleeves, letting it pool at his waist. You looked at the scratch on his chest, tracing it with your fingers. “Sorry about this.”
He shook his head, kissing your knuckles. “It’s fine. Doesn’t hurt.” He reassured you. You nodded, biting your lip as you lowered yourself down, pulling back just enough to reach for your own suit’s zipper. You pulled it down slowly, and he audibly groaned when he saw your breasts bounce free. No bra.
“Jesus Christ, Y/N.” He breathed out, his palms immediately cupping them. “Fuck, look at these.” He murmured against your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses on your skin.
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You decided it was best if you went to your apartment. It was just a few steps down from the rooftop, anyways.
You pushed him down on the bed, both of your suits long gone. You rested your hands on his chest, biting your lip as you looked down at him. “I wanna ride you,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss him.
He hummed, his hands settling on your thighs as he squeezed your flesh. “Let me eat you out first.” He said, rolling you over. Before you could answer, he was already planting open mouthed kisses down your neck, stopping briefly at your breasts to suck on your nipples, your hands flying to his hair as you whimpered. “Changbin—”
“I got you,” he whispered, continuing his descent. He licked your navel slowly, his eyes locked on yours, before grabbing your thighs, hiking them up to his shoulders. You exhaled shakily, running your fingers through his hair as he finally lowered his head to your cunt.
He inhaled deeply, cursing under his breath before licking a stripe up from your hole to your clit, tongue flattening against your skin. You moaned loudly, back arching off the bed. “Oh my God,” you breathed out. “Changbin—Fuck.”
He hummed, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. “You taste so fucking good,” he murmured, nuzzling his nose against your clit. “So soaked, Y/N.” You were beyond words, the only sounds escaping from you were moans and whimpers. He took your clit in his mouth, sucking gently as he shoved two fingers inside you, scissoring them to stretch you.
You cried out, feeling your orgasm building up. “Fuck-Fuck, Changbin, ‘m close, don’t stop..” you stammered out, your hand squeezing your breast as the other tangled in his hair.
“Go on, drench my fingers, Kitty,” he whispered, glancing up at you. The familiar nickname and the way he looked at you was what sent you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks.
Once you had calmed down, you rolled him over again, kissing him deeply and moaning when you tasted yourself on his tongue. You reached down with one hand, taking his veiny cock in your palm, giving it a few strokes that had his hips twitching towards your hand. “Fuck, Y/N.” You smiled, pulling your hand away before leaning back up.
“You want me, Bats? Want me to ride you?” You asked, spiting on his tip. He nodded. “Fuck yeah,” he breathed out, watching the way your saliva trailed down from his tip to his base. “Put it in you, baby.”
You didn’t wait any longer, couldn’t. You sat up, guiding him to your entrance before lowering your body down, both of you moaning in unison, you at the stretch, Changbin at how tight you felt. “So fucking tight,” he hissed, placing his hands on your ass cheeks when you began to move.
You braced your hands on his chest again as you moved your hips back and forth, your head thrown back as you moaned. “Look at you—Fuck.” He said, slapping your ass. “Use me, baby, fuck yourself on this cock.”
You let out a high-pitched sound, something between a moan and a whimpered, your whole body tensing up as you felt your second orgasm building. “Fuck, fuck, Bin—You feel amazing..” you gasped, feeling his hands squeezing your breasts.
He rolled your nipples between his thumbs and index fingers, throwing his head back against the pillow as he felt his own peak coming. “F-Fuck, Y/N, don’t stop, yeah? ‘M right there with you..”
When he reached down and rubbed your clit, you screamed, hips stuttering as your nails scratched his chest, and he followed right after, spilling inside you as he groaned loudly.
You collapsed on him, both of you breathing heavily as he caressed your hair. “Question,”
“Mm,” you hummed, looking up at him. He smiled.
“Did you wanna fuck me even before you knew it was me?”
You snorted. “Obviously.” You blinked slowly. “What about you?” He just nodded, closing his eyes.
“Wanted it so bad,” he muttered.
“Do you think people will find it weird if Batman and Catwoman start working together?”
“Definitely.”
“Good.”
