BTAS batcat!
Title: One Last Thing
Characters: Catwoman/Batman
Rating: PG
Word Count: 613
Warning: I might have gotten a wee bit sappy on this one...
Disclaimer: DC and KidsWB own.
AN: For kittybats’ birthday! Hope it’s a very Happy one! =) Takes place after Cult of the Cat. Also for 10_themesprompt joy.
Catwoman broke into and out of the museum with far too much ease. It appeared that in her absence, no improvements had been made to the security. Better for her.
She grabbed the Jade Cat and made her way up to the museum rooftop. When she got there, all she could do was smile. It seemed someone had been practicing while she was gone.
“Well, hello,” she smiled radiantly at him.
Batman didn’t reply, his expression as unreadable as ever. He had been dreading the day she returned for many reasons. Mainly because deep in the hidden recesses of his mind a form of elation tried to break past his defenses whenever a museum alarm went off. He couldn’t help hope that it was really her and not one of the various copycats she left after their ordeal with the Cult.
“Back to resume your life of crime.” It was a statement and question in one.
She laughed, that melodic, husky laugh he dreamt of from time to time. It filled his ears and he tried to memorize it, lock it away to keep it part of him.
“Not quite,” she informed him, “I did, however, come back to steal one last thing from Gotham.” Her fingers curling tightly around the inanimate cat in her hands.
Batman looked at the jade statue-the little hope he’d experienced, crushed-and blue eyes sought green ones trying to understand why. He was surprised when she placed the Jade Cat down on the roof between them, then stepped back.
“I didn’t come here to fight you, Batman,” she dropped her whip next to the statue, “I only needed that lovely cat to get your attention.”
Catwoman took another step back, her right foot reaching the edge of roof. She winked and jumped off.
“Selina!” He was surprised that Bruce’s voice yelled after her, but he ignored his slip and jumped behind her.
Batman caught her a quarter of the way down the building. They swooped away together, but she didn’t say anything. All she did was snake her arms around his neck and lean her head against his shoulder.
“Selina, what’s wrong?” he finally asked when he landed safely two rooftops away from the museum.
“Nothing,” she sighed, looking up at him, “I just missed... It got boring without you,” she admitted. It was only half the truth.
He was torn between keeping his arms securely around her and figuring out what else she planned to steal if not the Jade Cat. She made it easier for him when she pulled away.
“What are you planning, Selina?” he asked, needing to know, but fearing the answer.
Catwoman pulled off her mask, her short black hair slightly disheveled, “You really want to know?”
Batman nodded once.
She moved towards him, placed her hand over the bat insignia on his chest, feeling the steady beat underneath, and simply said “This. I want this.”
She didn’t need to explain or say any more, he understood. He only had to decide what, if anything, to do about it.
The night was quite. No signal lit up the sky. He looked down at her, her hand still over his heart, and he pulled her in for passionate kiss, deep and intense.
She broke away only to say, “My apartment isn’t too far.”
He picked her up and with the help of his grapple gun, got to her place as fast as he could.
…
Selina stretched in bed. She wasn’t surprised to see he’d left at some point while she slept. She was surprised to see he’d left a note for her. She picked it up and read:
You can’t steal what’s already yours
-B