Again with the extremely late posts for #BatCat Week! Day 4: Married Life / Wedding Bells roughly 2500 words - fluff, bit of lovers' quarrel, and then smut
Language: English
Fandom: DC Universe
Avertissement — Warning: FRAO (Fan Rated suitable for Adults Only)
Longueur — Length: 2502 words
Statut — Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own any of the characters from DC Comics.
Époque/Univers – Era / Universe: AU where they did get married.
Personnages importants – Main characters: Selina Kyle, Bruce Wayne
Pairing(s): Selina/Bruce
Note:This fic…
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Still with with my #BatCat Week very late posts. Day 3: Dancing. 434 words
Language: English
Fandom: DC Universe
Avertissement — Warning: FRC (Fan Rated suitable for Children)
Longueur — Length: 434 words
Statut — Status: Completed
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own any of the characters from DC Comics.
Époque/Univers – Era / Universe: This is mainly compatible with current canon (but in the past, I add bitterly).
Personnages importants – Main characters: Selina Kyle, Bruce…
finally, the last day of the batcat week! for the AU I decided to do a future fic, perhaps something that could even fit in season 4, I dare say? thanks to everyone who stayed and read, even though I’m hella late! you rock.
it also covers prompt #19 of my writing challenge. not proofread, so I’m sorry for any mistakes.
you can find it on ff.net and ao3 as well
Day #7 - AU of choice
Start small, Alfred had said, and that was the plan. A petty robbery should be no trouble for his first night back.
The chase, however, hadn't been expected. Over buildings and through the skylight he tried to catch the jewelry robber, out of breath and practice. He shouldn't have spent so much time drinking, he was out of shape.
The robber stopped on the edge of a building, one of Gotham's many Italian restaurants. It was a woman, he could tell by the curves evidenced by the leather clothes, and she had a whip that had been helping her go from building to building. She looked at him smirking, her painted lips the only part of her face visible through her mask.
"Do you always patrol on rooftops, Mr. Vigilante?" she asked. Her voice was slow and purring, like a cat's, and she had claws – he knew.
"Where are the jewels?" he asked keeping his voice low. She turned around to face him and opened her arms in a careless shrug, the whip lazily hanging from her right hand.
"What jewels?"
It was true, the bag she had been carrying after she left the charity event was nowhere to be seen now, and it made no sense. Bruce frowned confused, sure he'd followed the right person. She must've dumped it somewhere.
"Who are you?" he asked, and her smirk grew.
"Oh, so you stalk me and now you want to know me? Cute." She said smugly.
He stepped forward and she stepped back, falling from the building gracefully, and perhaps a minute too late he heard the whip cut the air. She'd be fine. And he'd get to know her soon, he was certain. That was not the last he'd seen of her.
one more for the belated batcat week! this is a continuation! you can find both chapters together HERE.
Day #6 - Favorite quote
Bruce had never been that hands-y, and Selina was torn between loving it and wanting to punch him in the face. She also wasn't supposed to get turned on by this new version of him, but bad kind of suited him. If only she hadn't known his real self, she could enjoy this better.
They had danced to a couple of songs, and then he took her to the bar, told her to order whatever she wanted to drink.
"On the house," he said over her shoulder standing awfully close, his chest to her back and Selina couldn't help but smirk. "I like that dress," he practically whispered, though he said it loud enough for more people to hear.
Selina turned her head just enough to look at him, caught his eyes with a mischievous glare.
"I bet you do," she said.
Bruce smiled. There was something almost predatory about his smile and his eyes and Selina was digging it. On the back of her mind, she tried to remember that she was there on a mission, but damn, she was digging it way too much.
The bartender put her drink on the counter, and she used the distraction to try and put her priorities in order. The drink was sweet and strong, and Selina sipped it carefully, hoping that she looked as sophisticated as Babs did when she had one of those colorful things in hand.
"Aren't you going to ask about my work?" she asked making sure to mark the last word with a raised eyebrow. Bruce shrugged and signaled to the bartender as he stood in front of her, and immediately got him a drink too.
"I don't care about your work, Selina," he said sipping his drink and looking badass doing it. Internally, she beat herself up for considering him badass for such a stupid thing, but on the outside, she just cocked her head.
"You don't?" Because honestly, that was some big news. He shook his head no.
"I mean, a girl's gotta shop, isn't that what you told me?"
Selina nodded slowly, amused.
"Never thought you were listening, though," she said, feeling his hand on her thigh again, sliding up under the fabric and inching for her switchblade.
Bruce chuckled, a low rumble on his chest. He was so close, it was intoxicating, and Selina had to settle her drink back on the counter next to his. She was almost done with it anyway.
"Ah, Selina," he said. The way he rolled her name, though, made her a little weak (and she did not, for the love of God, like to feel weak). It made her senses go higher. "I'm always listening to you. That's why he put you up to this."
He got the switchblade from her hiding spot, but he wasn't quick enough, for she twisted his wrist with one hand and retrieved her knife with the other, pressing the blade to his neck. Nothing personal, just her natural response to being threatened, and in two seconds there were four guns pointed at her – three security guards and the bartender.
"Didn't your associates teach you not to bring a knife to a gun fight?" Bruce joked, not the last bit bothered by the blade on his neck. He even gestured for the guards to stand down. Around them, people pretended nothing was happening, the music still played.
"Fuck you," Selina shot back and he smirked.
"Hey, I'm just trying to be nice," he said.
"No offence, but you're not striking me as nice person right now," she replied, throwing his own words at him, knowing for a fact that he caught it. Selina retrieved the blade, but the guns were still pointing at her. "What's your M.O. here, Bruce?"
He looked right into her eyes and for a split second she caught a glimpse of the boy she once knew – he looked a lot like the lost, grieving kid in that alley what? Four years ago? And it broke her heart a bit – and she understood exactly what was going on behind that bravado, exactly what she should do, even though she knew it'd be super hard to crack him and get to that core.
Bruce blinked, and it was gone. Back with this new brat billionaire, front page of all the tabloids. He leaned closer at the same time as he waved the guards off, and for the first time ever in all the time they'd known each other, Bruce stole a kiss from her.
"Go home with me," he said looking into her eyes. "And maybe I'll tell you."
"Maybe?" she echoed skeptically. "No."
"No?"
"No," Selina said again. "Not your place. You're too comfortable there. I pick."
His hands went to her hips, one of his legs between hers as he kissed her again. She still held her weapon tightly, though the blade was safely retreated, as she grabbed his arms. He felt surprisingly muscular under her touch, his kiss rather demanding. He needed her more than she needed him, and they both knew that.
It was a cycle, they understood to some level, hard to break.
"Deal," Bruce said when they finally separated to catch their breaths.
Selina smiled and pushed him back just enough to be able to hop out of that stool, and then took his hand in hers and guided him out of the club. She knew exactly where to go.
because of reasons, I didn’t get to finish the batcat week, but now you can find the prompts for day #3 and #4 in my accounts.
I’ll publish the rest asap
#3 - Dancing
This "new Bruce", as Alfred was calling him, had all the tools to impress Selina. She walked to the door of the club that apparently was now his trying to look the part as she always did, working hard not to frown at all the rich people her age that were coming and going with dazed smiles.
Alfred had promised her name would be in the guests list, and she hoped to God he wasn't fooling her. If there was something Selina hated, it was to be fooled, and Bruce had been making a habit of getting on her nerves. His butler sure wouldn't trail behind.
As a matter of fact, Selina shouldn't even be there. She got a call from a distressed Alfred the previous night asking for her help, under the false hope that she could talk some sense into Bruce, but she didn't feel the last bit willing to help – or so she said. As usual, Babs and Tabby read right through her, and if she'd be bold enough to admit it, even Alfred did, for he told her he'd make it so her name would be in the list that night, and every night for as long as it took for her to show up.
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#4 - Wedding bells
She hardly ever felt that warm and cozy, even after they moved back with Babs to a brand new rich-y house near the Narrows (there wasn't nothing nice in the Narrows after all), and every time Selina Kyle woke up under the sunlight in Wayne Manor, she needed a few moments to realize where she was.
It was super early, though, and it was hard to know what exactly had taken her from her nice sleep, until she heard his voice whispering softly with a layer of frustration that was adorable.
"…for there is nothing grey in you, from the golden of your hair to the kaleidoscopic green of your eyes and the beautiful tan of your skin…"
"Is that a Halsey song?" Selina asked sleepily and Bruce blushed realizing that she was awake.
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They used to go ice skating as children, Bruce with his parents and Selina with the other children from the home, but now they are there, together, and it’s magical, simply because they are with each other. Set in the Golden Age, 1940s.
For BatCat week, prompt: dancing. Only a little bit late for the week!
"They were a little clumsy together, though, at first. Or maybe it was just a little nerve-wracking, though pleasant—very, very pleasant, to have her body pressed so neatly against his. He breathed deeply, however, and pulled her snug against him. “For better balance,” he said softly, but the smile she gave him made him know she knew the truth.”
Favorite AU: the Injustice comics where Selina is Bruce’s right hand and partner much like how Wonder Woman is to Superman’s and in this universe she constantly protects him and fights for his cause even when she doesn’t completely agreed with it or knows they’re on the loosing side. After fighting by his side for years, loosing friends, and being tortured she ends up joining Superman’s side in hopes of ending the war and sparing Bruce’s life.
