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BatCat Comment-A-Thon! [Jul. 23rd, 2012|04:46 pm]
Batman/Catwoman Fanfic


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The Dark Knight Rises Edition!


The Rules:

• Anyone can leave a prompt. Or two. Or five. Have fun!
• Anyone can fill a prompt. Or two. Or twenty. Fic, art, graphics, everything goes!
• More than one person can fill the same prompt.
• Comments don't have to be porn, but we all like it when it is!
• Anonymous comments are welcome!

If you have any questions, ask here!

Warning: Spoilers expected in comments!

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[User Picture]From: kittybats
2012-07-23 11:46 pm (UTC)
Questions go here!
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 07:13 pm (UTC)
Are crossovers allowed and does it have to be Christian Bale's Batman and Anne Hathaway's Catwoman?
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 12:11 am (UTC)
unexpected pregnancy
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From: actressen
2012-07-25 06:28 am (UTC)
I second this. So hard.
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[User Picture]From: knight_ander
2012-07-24 12:28 am (UTC)
Their first meeting after saving Gotham.
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[User Picture]From: majestamoniet
2012-07-25 01:44 am (UTC)
The one-room cabin is a safe house she invested in years ago—the first thing she bought after jilting prison for the second time. Aside from the initial inspection, she never had a need to visit it. Until now. It’s dustier than she remembers. Smaller, too. An animal must have died behind the stove because there’s a smell she can’t shake no matter how long she props the window open and allows snow to collect inside the sill.

But there’s a hot fire. And running water. More importantly, there’s no television and no neighbors. Miles of snowy forest stand between her and civilization. Between her and Gotham. Which leaves Selina very much alone with her thoughts.

Even those have become predictable. They all circle back to the same place, winding like carts on a railed track spiraling nearer and nearer to what has become the common factor of every stray musing. A man she knows by name and character and nothing more. A man who had been fooled by his own mask and then lived to learn from the mistake—only to lose himself to a different battle. Somehow he found his way inside her, tight against her ribs where he pushes too firmly at her lungs. Maybe if she could just remember what it felt like to breathe before

The knock at the door brings Selina to her feet. The weight of a pistol held behind her back is a familiar reassurance that makes cracking the door open little less than a game of chance.

“I thought we agreed. No guns.”

She stares up at dark eyes set in a pale face. A memorable mouth. “The agreement is void because you died.”

“And is there a clause concerning what’s to be done in the case of a party’s unexpected resurrection?” He’s bruised but close to smiling.

“Yes.” She swallows. “The agreement clearly states that the aforementioned resurrection is extremely rude and that the party which didn’t die gets to use guns whenever she likes.”

Bruce steps forward, and Selina can make out the shapes of the snowflakes on his scarf. “I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you, but there wasn’t time.”

The pressure in her chest dissipates. She tastes the air for the first time in days. She feels like sitting and jumping and spinning all at once; it makes her body tremble. “And now?” she asks. “Do you have time now?”

“Time,” Bruce says, “is the only thing I have.”

“Well, I can do you one better. I have a coffee pot.”
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[User Picture]From: chipsnopotatoes
2012-07-24 12:30 am (UTC)
Old Habits Die Hard (Bruce restrains Selina from going wild at the Uffizi) :)
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[User Picture]From: chipsnopotatoes
2012-07-24 12:31 am (UTC)
Follow the pearls
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-12-10 09:07 pm (UTC)

After the bomb blast, there was silence.

The mushroom cloud spreading over the ocean disappeared as quickly as it had come, turning first to wisps of silver smoke, then to nothingness. Some bomb. The entire city turned its face up towards the sky, mourning the loss of the savior they hadn’t deserved. But they hadn’t known him. She had.

A single crystal tear, delicate as a spider’s web, trailed down her cheek. Selina Kyle couldn’t remember the last time she’d cried.

After the bomb blast, there was absolute silence but for the sounds of a complex, resilient people rising from the ashes, peering out from behind their locked doors like frightened birds just learning to fly.

Commissioner Gordon cleared his throat.

“Ms. Kyle?”

She tilted her head towards him a fraction of an inch in acknowledgement.

He opened his mouth, then closed it again. “We could use your help. It’s not over yet.”

When she responded, her voice was flat. “You’ll manage without.” He didn’t try to stop her as she kicked a leg over the Bat-Pod and started the engine with vicious efficiency. Icy wind brushed against her face as she sped through the streets, making the memory of his lips against hers all the clearer.


She wasn’t really heading home. She was wandering, aimless, free and unfettered and yet weighed down by something too deep for words. Eventually, she ditched the Bat-Pod—too conspicuous—and just walked through the city, staying out of sight, blending into the shadows, watching families begin to repair their homes and clean their streets without ever considering offering them her help, and breaking the limbs of anyone who came too close. She felt no real need to eat or sleep; she stole what she wanted, whether it was a crust of bread or a bottle of wine or an hour of sleep in some deserted corner. Eventually, some unnamed instinct carried her back to her apartment.

Her place had been spared the destruction that had struck at the higher-quality homes around the city, because it didn’t look like there was anything there worth stealing. Appearances, of course, could be deceiving.

She threw the door open and ripped the mask from her face. I’m done with hiding, she thought as she met her own brown eyes in her mirror. It’s time for a new beginning. But first, a shower and a meal. Then, moving too slowly, she went through the all-too-familiar routine for what she hoped would be the last time: pulling out the plain black suitcase, folding in a few changes of clothes, hiding the cat suit under the false bottom, prying off the loose panel in the wall to reach the safe that contained her stash of money and jewels—


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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 12:32 am (UTC)
a kiss in the rain
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-26 01:02 am (UTC)
She'd been to Rome before. Twice as a matter of fact. But pulling a job wasn't the same thing as playing tourist. After what she endured the past months, she'd earned the right to play a little though and she splurged on the penthouse.

As she stepped out into the balcony of her hotel room and looked around, she took in the two empty balconies on either side of hers. There was a nice gap between them, so even if someone was out there, it wouldn't feel crowded. From where she stood she could see the Colosseum off in the distance, the dark clouds hanging over it, over her and it hit her like the sudden lightening above. She missed him.

It was so stupid. She hardly knew him. With or without the mask. They exchanged a few words. There was a kiss or two. Still, she *missed* him.

Right on cue the rain began. Cold. Hard. Falling fast. Thunder and lightning joined in the fun and in minutes she was soaking wet.

Someone walked out into the balcony on her right. What the hell did she care? Raising her head up, trying to keep it together, the rain washed away the tears she was unable to hold back.

"You weren't kidding when you said a storm was coming."

The icy rain against her skin didn't compare to how she felt when she heard those words. In that voice. From that man.

She moved so fast, jumping from her balcony to his that she nearly slipped when she landed only centimeters away from him. He didn't see the punch coming. Or maybe he did and that made them even. It was done in any case. And when it was over, she kissed him so long and hard he forget all about the pain in his jaw and kissed her back.
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 01:05 am (UTC)
The first snowfall in Gotham
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 01:09 am (UTC)
he gave her the pearls in Paris
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[User Picture]From: purple_cube
2012-07-25 08:48 pm (UTC)
She meets Blake on her way out of Gotham, a clear question in his eyes. “Will you stay? Will you help us?”

A near imperceptible shake of the head is the only reply he gets. She can’t stay. Not now, not ever. The city is his now, his and Gordon’s and Jen’s. It won’t last, of course. The opportunists, the manipulators, they’ll rise to the top once more, trampling on as many hands and heads as they can along the way. But she gives the city a few years at least, where her friends, her kind, can live in the absence of the shadow of the filthy rich.

But she can’t stay. Not after watching him die for the second time. She hadn’t been sure the first time, of course. She had told Blake as much. But this time, this time she knows.

The knowledge of his death doesn’t stop her from giving second – and sometimes third – glances to any man who matches his height and build. There had been one in London, unseeing eyes glued to the smartphone in his hand as he sat opposite her on the Tube. Another had crossed her path in Berlin, broad shoulders outlined by a black trench coat reminding her of a cape and costume that had been burned to her memory.

She moves to a new city every week, restless, searching for something that she can’t even describe. Her hotel room in Paris is a little too similar to the room she had had with Jen, and she spends as little time in it as possible. And yet, she can’t quite force herself to leave, the reminder of home dispensing a little comfort in amongst the pain.

But now, something feels different. Everything is exactly how she left it this morning, but she can sense that something has changed. Her gaze drifts from one side of the room to the other, taking in as much detail as she would on any job. The corner of the rug that has curled under itself is the same as it was this morning. So is the width of curtain that bunches up inside the short, brass holder next to the closed window where moonlight mingled with artificial street lighting is flooding in.

Her attention falls on the small dressing table. To the maid, or any other untrained eye, the surface of the table is chaotic, a harmless disarray of toiletries and cosmetics that lay discarded until used once, maybe twice a day. They could have no idea that the last twenty minutes of her time in the room is spent positioning each item meticulously to match the picture in her head.

And right now, that picture does not match the reality.

On top of the unread copy of Time magazine lays an item that is both new and instantly recognizable to her. Pearls. His pearls.

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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 01:37 am (UTC)
Alfred watches Bruce and Selina get married
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 06:16 pm (UTC)
The tiny baroque church was one of the lesser known in Rome, but it was quite exquisite all the same. Multi-colored marbles, stucco, and detailed guilding exemplified its richness. And while it was raining outdoors, when Alfred stepped inside, the many candles lit throughout the small space gave it a warm glow.

The church was near empty, only a few scattered people could be seen. Two old women were sitting up front, a few others prayed here and there, and an older gentleman was sitting near the end of the second row with rosary beads in his hands. There was also a couple getting married at the alter.

The groom wore a perfectly tailored, black suit. The bride wore a white dress, made of silk and lace, that reached the floor. Her long brown hair was loose with a simple white pin holding a few strands back.

Alfred sat near the door, listening intently for the couples' vows. The way they looked into each other's eyes as they spoke the words that would bind them forever, Alfred could see that it would not have mattered if the church had been bursting with people, they wouldn't have noticed anyway.

Years of practice allowed Alfred to take a few pictures during the ceremony and one of the newly married couple's first kiss unnoticed. He then walked out the side exit quietly to return to his hotel room.

A part of him wished Bruce could have been married as his parents had. Back in Gotham in a big, lavish affair. It was how a Wayne was meant to do it. But another part, the one that watched the boy he helped raise give in to a near uncontrollable monster was simply happy that Bruce was willing to give life another chance.

When he reached his room, Alfred hung his coat. He was tired. After keeping track of them through half of Europe and following them to Rome, he was ready to go back home. When he was about to begin packing, he noticed two white envelopes on the small table near the balcony. The first letter read:

Selina and I would appreciate you joining us for dinner.
Via Maggio 16 at 7pm. -BW

The second:

Please bring a copy of the pictures!
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[User Picture]From: thatcraftykid
2012-07-24 01:37 am (UTC)
During TDKR Selina gives Bruce the same treatment and stalks him at home, where she sees Bruce and a certain stuck-up girlfriend getting to know each other...
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 01:41 am (UTC)
Everybody knew Bruce was going to be an overprotective father when Helena Wayne was born.
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-08-06 09:51 am (UTC)
He had learned the hard way that sometimes, you don't realize how much you care for someone until you lose them. He vowed to never make that mistake again. He realized later on that sometimes, you also don't realize how badly you wanted something until it's right before your eyes.

Like a wife.
The way she had unexpectedly crept her way into your life, slowly laying claim in the corners of your existence. She stole your heart just as stealthily as she stole any other glittering jewel. One minute, you were holding hands as you walked by the familiar coffee shops and the soft drizzle came to pour. You take off your jacket and put it above your heads, and as you stare into her eyes she swoops in for that kiss. Overly cliched, but unforgettable nonetheless. The next minute, she's in your bed and you come to the realization that you have never felt so strongly about anyone else before. Not even Rachel.

Like a daughter.
The way she had unexpectedly arrived in the world, red and screaming and just absolutely perfect. You could not fathom how it was possible for you to create something so beautiful, so untouched by the all the evils that you've seen and lived through. You are lost in the blue orbs, and suddenly you reconsider resurrecting Batman if only to protect her.

Like a family.
The years pass by in a blink when you're happy, they say. And you can only agree. Helena had grown up to be every bit as beguiling as her mother and your head aches at all the phone calls your house has been receiving---from boys who remind you so much of the billionaire playboy you used to know. Selina only laughs at you, tells you that there's so much more to your daughter---she knows what she's doing and she's not going to get hurt in the way your overprotective, paranoid mind conceives. You disagree. You spent the last sixteen years making sure Helena gets everything she needs---and though it had always occurred to you that she may one day need to fall in love, you tell your wife that you're simply never going to be prepared for it.

"Bruce," Selina tells you softly. "You know she's not a baby anymore."

"But she's my baby," you say indignantly, the softest smile from your wife, the most caring stare. She only smiles and kisses your forehead when you say, "She's always going to be my baby girl, even when she's forty."
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[User Picture]From: kittybats
2012-07-24 02:24 am (UTC)
New Names, New Lives
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[User Picture]From: kittybats
2012-07-24 02:25 am (UTC)
Bruce tells Selina about Rachel and Talia
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[User Picture]From: chipsnopotatoes
2012-07-24 02:35 am (UTC)
It's not a car! (Bruce showing off the Bat)
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 02:38 am (UTC)
handcuffed to the bed
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 09:19 pm (UTC)
Not only was he handcuffed to the bed but he was blindfolded as well. Why did he let himself get talked into it? He blames that wicked glint in her eyes and those red lips of hers. Lips he does not have to see to know are soft, full, sensual...

"You have to learn to relax," she whispers in his ear.

The handcuffs rattle when his hands reach for her.

As if to calm him, her lips are on his - making a strange, desperate sound erupt from deep within his throat - and then her lips gone.

His hands are fists now.


"Yes?" she whispers back and he can hear the teasing in her voice. Then those lips are on his chest, kissing along scars he doesn't have to make excuses for. Scars that define him and that he doesn't need to hide anymore.

Her hands are incredibly soft along his abdomen - the skilled hands of a thief, he thinks briefly - and he wonders if she's wearing gloves. Then, he feels her nails scratch down his hips, not enough to cause any pain, but more than enough to continue her slow torture. No, there are no gloves. No masks or alter egos. It's just Bruce and Selina. Plus, two pairs of handcuffs and a blindfold.

When she trails a finger up and then down, he barely contains the shudder she elicits.

"Don't hold back, Bruce. Enjoy it. Relax."

When the day comes that he manages to get her in his current position (because it will come), he is going to make her pay. Let's see if she is able to relax when...when... Suddenly, he can't think clearly. Not when she takes him in her mouth, those beautiful lips wrapped around him, coaxing him to give in to her.

He can't control his body's reaction either. Not the way he growls her name or bucks up into that pretty mouth of hers. And, the handcuffs rattle again.

"Selina, I can't... I have to..."

She doesn't answer, but she doesn't stop. The way she moves, up and down, the way her tongue swirls around him...he wants to rip the blindfold off to watch her. He can't, of course. In fact, though Selina removes the blindfold minutes after he's done, she keeps him handcuffed to the bed. When he asks why, she smirks at him and he knows he's going to be torn between excitement and dread.

"I'm not done with you yet," is all she says and it's alarming how much he's already looking forward to whatever else she has planned.
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 02:48 am (UTC)
Selina & Bruce attend a formal event in Europe
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 03:23 am (UTC)
Bruce and Selina have a makeout session in the "Bat"
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-30 09:55 pm (UTC)
The moment Bruce turns the power off, one lean, long leg appears over his shoulder. The rest of her follows quickly to settle on his lap.

"What are you doing?" Batman growls, as if he didn't know.

Straddling his lap, she attempts to get comfortable in the tight space. When they are eye to eye and chest to chest, the corners of her red lips turn up.

"Tell me you haven't thought about this?" she breathes against the side of his mouth.

Of course, he had. Who that has seen her could honestly say they hadn't? Still, he maintains is stoic demeanor, fighting back his desire even when her lips crash onto his.

Unfazed, she sits back, smirking.

"A challenge, is it?" She likes a good challenge. "Very well, Mr. Wayne."

Shifting her hips above him makes his next few breaths come out uneven. Her tongue darts out to trace the curve of his bottom lip, all the while nimble fingers find the lines along his torso that are usually the key to his undoing.

His eyes are glued to hers as she nips and tugs at his lips, using her teeth just enough to get the reaction she wants out of him. But he isn't giving in. Not a problem. She knows how to fight dirty.

The windows of the Bat are fogged over and Selina leans as far away from Bruce as possible. In the small confines of the pilot seat, it's not very far.

When she reaches for the zipper of her suit, his eyes narrow a fraction.

You wouldn't.

Watch me.

His pupils dilate as her hand slides lower, pulling the zipper down with it exposing more and more of her smooth, pale skin. She smiles without shame and the zipper continues past her sternum and the inside of her breasts (which makes the right corner of his mouth twitch slightly), until she stops over the flat planes of her stomach.

She leans into him, but she does not kiss him yet. She won't. Not until the black material comes off over one slim shoulder and then the other so that she's sitting on him with nothing on above her waist save her mask. Then, she leans into him again.

"It's cold in here. Think you can give a girl a hand with that?" she asks, teasing.

His mouth is much too dry to make any sort of reply, but his hands are already travelling from her thighs up the length of her body. She's not sure when he took off his gloves, but they're gone now and his hands slide up the curve of her spine. The feel of skin against skin warms her almost instantly.

She wraps her arms around his neck. The fact that he's still fully dressed only makes her want him more. When she kisses him again, slowly to draw him out, and he returns the kiss, she hums in satisfaction.

There is no restraint in his actions. There's nothing holding Bruce back as he enjoys every soft mewl and loud gasp of the woman he can't seem to get enough of. His only regret is that his suit isn't as easy to remove as hers is.
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2012-07-24 04:25 pm (UTC)
Bruce put the paper down on the table and looked at Selina in disbelief.

"Impractical?" he scoffed. "A fake, raspy, wannabe growl?"

She sipped her coffee and shrugged one shoulder.

"Like I'm gargling rocks?"

She didn't think it would be such a big deal.

"Yes," she smiled, amused that he would be so insulted. She, on the other hand, didn't care what others-

"At least I'm not running around in five inch stiletto boots. Talk about impractical," he murmured.

"Those serve a purpose!" she snapped. She wished she'd been wearing the boots so she could show him just how helpful they could be.

"Besides increasing the likelihood of injuring your ankle, you mean?" he grinned from behind the paper he took up again. "I can design you a better pair."

"You mean Mr. Fox can..." she teased.

Bruce didn't reply.

"Fine. It is a little intimidating," she amended.

He continued hiding his grin behind the paper. "So are those boots."
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[User Picture]From: skyfang
2012-07-24 04:47 pm (UTC)
In the long months in the Pit, Bruce dreams of her.
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[User Picture]From: budgrl8
2012-07-30 02:26 am (UTC)
His eyes were fixed on the night sky that he could see through the cylindrical opening at the center of the Pit. The same opening that he and others had made their attempt at escape only to fail miserably. The one path to freedom and to stopping Bane from destroying Gotham City, his city. As he continued to look at the twinkling stars, it was like they were taunting him, laughing at him. His failures. He fought to keep his eyes open, to stave off the sleep that he had come to dread.

He would have given anything for dreamless nights, but he was tortured night after night with dreams of things that he could never change. Trying to save those he had loved and lost. Fighting battles that he would never win. At least not in his dreams. His eyes grew heavy and slipped close. Gleaming, razor-sharp stiletto heels, thigh-high black boots, skin-tight body suit, full red lips slightly open in a quiet gasp, a black mask in stark contrast with the porcelain skin underneath it and chocolate orbs full of remorse as they looked at him through the iron cage in the sewers.

Bruce’s eyes shot open. Her name fell from his lips, “Selina.” She had often filled his thoughts in the long days in this prison. Many times she had managed to slip into his dreams as well.

He heard movement from the cell next to his and quickly turned his head to see the old doctor peering at him in the darkness, his one milky eye almost seeming to glow. He muttered something in Arabic that Bruce didn’t understand. Ignoring the old man, he returned his gaze to the night sky above. It wasn’t long before his eyes were drifting shut once more.

There she was again, only this time she was within the iron cage of his cell, but he knew she couldn’t actually be there because she didn’t know where Bane had taken him. No one did. For all she knew, Bane had killed him that day in the sewers.

She was staring at him, a sneer on her lips. He wanted to sit up and walk over to her but he couldn’t move. Slowly, she sauntered towards him, his eyes transfixed by the sway of her hips. As she crouched down she cocked her head to the side, like she was taking it all in. The state of him. The wretched hellhole that he was currently imprisoned in. His eyes were locked with hers as she brushed some stray strands of hair off of his forehead. Her breath on his cheek as she leaned towards him felt so real that he started to wonder if it was a dream after all.

His body seemed to come alive as her lips grazed the shell of his ear. “So this is how the story ends for the Batman?” she quietly taunted, a low rasp in her voice.
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 07:49 pm (UTC)
Selina & Bruce returns to Gotham
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-24 09:19 pm (UTC)
The Bat and the Cat return to Gotham and take back all that was his.
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-26 02:54 am (UTC)
he REALLY likes the boots
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From: (Anonymous)
2012-07-26 05:06 am (UTC)
rooftop sex
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[User Picture]From: dumblydore
2012-07-26 06:06 am (UTC)
Selina teaches Bruce Italian
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[User Picture]From: honorarymaraudr
2012-07-28 03:34 am (UTC)
Selina likes to play a game to keep Bruce on his toes-- who ever wins gets to be on top.
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