“Everything, er, alright, Master Bruce?” Alfred asked from the doorway.

Bruce had started reapplying his eye makeup for the fourth time. He glanced at Alfred in the mirror’s reflection, and mumbled something about it looking stupid. Alfred didn’t probe further, instead remarking casually on the lateness of the hour.

“Shit. I’m late.” Sighing defeatedly, Bruce put his mask on and walked over to his motorbike.

“DON’T wait up,” he called out, pulling on a bulky raincoat over his costume. “Seriously.”

***

Selina was waiting impatiently by her own motorcycle, down a dark alley somewhere between crime Street and Murder Road. “Are you always late, or did my feminine wiles just disarm you so much you lost all sense of direction?”

“The latter. And I’m not that late.”

“I have had to send three men to the hospital since I parked.”

“You picked the location. Next time pick one that’s not so heavily frequented by dropheads.”

They paused in their conversation to absolutely obliterate a blitzed-out dealer who had stumbled up and asked if they were in the market for an eight ball.

Selina smiled. “What would be the fun in that?”

***

For the past few weeks, Batman and Catwoman had been meeting like this, teaming up to fight crime in every corner of the city. It was she who had approached him, coming back to Gotham as abruptly as she had left. A few days in, when he asked her why she’d returned, she shrugged. “I didn’t count on other places feeling so boring, I guess.”

She didn’t say: Or so lonely, but they both heard it anyway.

This night was no different than the rest. They kicked asses, took names, and did some detective work to find the big guns. But at 4AM, the time when they had generally parted ways and made plans for the next time, Batman instead grunted, “Are you Free?

“Free? Now?”

It was hard for her to tell, but he seemed vaguely embarrassed.

“I – do you have to go straight home?”

“I’d like to see my bed at some point, yeah. I’m tired.”

“Of course. Then I’ll see you – “

She loudly cut him off. “Unless you’ve got a bed I could see. C’mon, Bat. I even set that up for you!”

Now he definitely was embarrassed. “I was only thinking we might have a better conversation indoors. Get to know each other better.”

Selina rolled her eyes. “Sure thing. All very chaste, too, I bet.” She got on her bike.

“Lead the way. I’ll pretend like I don’t know where your lair is afterward. Promise.”

***

“Holy shit,” she said, when they had finally parked in the Batcave and she had started looking around at all of his equipment. “You’re rich rich.”

At that he actually laughed. “Also stupid stupid. For having you here.”

“Like you haven’t investigated every bit of my background beforehand.”

“I probably could have researched a little more. But I like your shrouded in mystery thing.”

“Thanks,” she smirked. He moved closer to her, let the moment hold, the tension between them building for a few tantalizing seconds, and then kissed her mouth, slowly.

“Mm… sure you don’t know my blood type?”

“A positive,” he answered, too quickly. Then added, “But that’s just a safety precaution type thing.”

Another pause, but with slightly less palpable sexual tension this time.

“So about my bed,” Batman went on. “It’s this way.”

***

Selina sat on that bed, testing it out by bouncing up and down a little. She looked at it appreciatively, then looked up at him. “This isn’t a trap, right?”

He was caught off guard by the remark. “A trap?”

“I caught a glimpse of the Wayne family portrait on my way upstairs. You’re not going to kill me for holding this clandestine knowledge?”

“I mean, I was going to take my mask off anyway…”

She widened her eyes. “I honestly thought you were going to fuck me with that on.”

“That’s ridiculous,” he replied, pulling off his cowl a little less smoothly than he would have liked. Selina tried valiantly to suppress her giddiness at seeing the actual fucking billionaire Bruce Wayne in front of her, and offered to help him take off the rest of his suit.

“I’ve got it. Thanks.” Bruce began taking off his armor piece by piece, some falling to the floor with an audible thunk.

“Well, then, the very least I can do is get naked with you,” she laughed, and started to unzip her outfit. “Only it’ll probably take less time for me to get out of this.”

She pulled off the rest of her costume as quickly as one can really “pull off” anything skin-tight, and stood before him in a black bra and thong. “Now what will I do with all this time?”

Bruce was still only down to the bottom few layers of clothing and gadgetry he wore. He swallowed hard as she gently lay back on his bed, pulling her panties to the side. She stuck a finger in her mouth, sucking it performatively to make it wet, and then ran it along her Pussy, lingering on her clit.

“The cat will play while the bat’s away. Isn’t that the saying?”

“I don’t remember,” Bruce managed to say. “Why don’t you show me?”

He had stripped down, finally, to underwear, his hard cock straining against it. With one hand he pulled it out, stroking it gently as he watched Selina rub her Pussy for him. After just a few seconds, he couldn’t take it any longer; he growled and kneeled closely in front of her, moving her hand out of the way. Hungrily, he tasted her, his tongue lapping up her sweetness, tracing letters on her Hot cunt.

“God, I need you,” she called out, throatily. “Fuck me, baby.”

He obeyed, getting on top of her on the bed, her panties still half-askew as he gently pushed his cock deep inside her.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and she knew it was his first time.

Bruce started to pump in and out, sometimes nice and slow, sometimes harder and faster until she felt nearly delirious from the thrill of his big dick filling her up. “Let me ride you,” she whispered in his ear, her breath Hot on his skin. He shivered, cock throbbing, and held her on top of him as they changed positions.

Selina was now mounting him, kissing his neck, his chest, as she moved her hips in a slow circle. She sat straight up and bounced up and down on his cock, slamming it deeper inside her with every down-motion. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. Eventually Bruce pulled her close, their chests touching. “Where do you want me to cum?”

Breathlessly, she answered, “Inside me. Don’t pull out.”

That was enough to send him over the edge. He groaned softly, and filled her with ropes of cum.

***

Bruce finally pulled out, still half-hard.

“Oh.” There was a small blood stain on the sheets, and his cock, slick with the mix of fluids, was now tinged red.

“Oh,” Selina echoed, looking down and biting her lip. “Sorry. First time.”

“Wait, you’re – “

Selina couldn’t help but laugh at the look on his face. “Come on, Bat. No. I think my period just started, is all. So, uh, I am sorry about that.”

He flushed but allowed the corners of his mouth to turn up, the closest to smiling he really got.

She cupped his chin with her palm and kissed him. “I Love that smile.”

She didn’t say: and you, but they both heard it.

She did say: Let’s go take a Shower.