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tamingthemuseTitle: Play Time
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman/Catwoman
Character/Pairing: Bats/Cats, Onyx, her cats
Rating: Mild R/M for brief nudity and suggested sexual content
Challenge: #446: Rhetorical Question
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 656
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Do you think he'll like it?" she asks as she fastens her new diamond necklace around her neck. It's a rhetorical question to which she doesn't expect an answer, but her babies have their opinions. They always do. A tabby purrs while winding around her ankles, but her eldest, black cat looks at her pointedly and hisses loudly.
Selina laughs, and all her cats start paying attention. Some come to her while others continue to eat. A few head for the window through which they know they'll be leaving soon. "You're probably right, Onyx," Selina admits. "He does have a rather narrowed vision when it comes to beauties being spirited away from their persons who don't deserve them." She purrs, her breasts arching in the mirror. "Of course they never do." She scratches while furry head. "Not as much as we do, any way," she adds cockily, patting another.
She looks toward the open window where more and more cats are swiftly gathering. A breeze blows her curtains inside. It is a cool night, not too hot, not too cold. The temperature is purrfect. The mood is, as well, for a full moon hangs high over Gotham City tonight. She sighs, knowing he won't be in a purrfect mood no matter how great the weather or how beautiful she is.
She nestles the diamond right between her breasts, where he purrhaps he will find it later, then zips up her suit. Her mind flashes to times he has done this for her, and she sighs again. She wants so dearly to spend more time with him, to become one with him more often, but the law always stands in their way. He wants her to listen to reason, which is always his reason and not her own, and although she's accepted that he'll never see things her way, she does still wish that he could turn a blind eye every now and again, especially on her most important heists.
It isn't always about pretty jewels for herself and her babies to play with; often times, it's far more important that she make some one pay for the true innocents they've harmed, innocents to whom he never pays much attention while always being such a do-gooder when it comes to the human race, the worst race in her opinion if any one could be bothered to ask her, not that they will. Even he doesn't see things her way. It's why Ivy and she get along so well most of the time. Ivy defends the plants while she fights for the cats.
She wonders idly where Ivy is this night and what the plant lover's up to, but then her mind, and her heart, go back to the Batman, as they always do. She wonders what case he's working tonight, how long it will be before she spots him or he her, and how much grouchiness she'll have to toy out of him before she can have her Bat for the night. She pulls her black, leather gloves on, then turns to the window. Her lips arch into a smile. She doesn't know how long it will take, but she knows she'll get there eventually.
She silently crosses her apartment, stroking each furry, purring body as she goes. Not a single cat goes without a touch. She won't have any of them worry, but she also won't keep them caged. They file out of her window, leaping and pouncing. The full moon's affecting them all tonight, she thinks, watching them go as she climbs out of her window. She pauses for a moment in its silver light, and as she listens to her cats meowing, she raises her own voice with theirs. It is a beautiful night, after all, and a cat's got to play. She sweeps off into the evening, seeking her favorite toy, her Batman, and the night of fun she knows they all deserve.
The End
Author: Kat Lee
Fandom: Batman/Catwoman
Character/Pairing: Bats/Cats, Onyx, her cats
Rating: Mild R/M for brief nudity and suggested sexual content
Challenge: #446: Rhetorical Question
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 656
Summary:
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
"Do you think he'll like it?" she asks as she fastens her new diamond necklace around her neck. It's a rhetorical question to which she doesn't expect an answer, but her babies have their opinions. They always do. A tabby purrs while winding around her ankles, but her eldest, black cat looks at her pointedly and hisses loudly.
Selina laughs, and all her cats start paying attention. Some come to her while others continue to eat. A few head for the window through which they know they'll be leaving soon. "You're probably right, Onyx," Selina admits. "He does have a rather narrowed vision when it comes to beauties being spirited away from their persons who don't deserve them." She purrs, her breasts arching in the mirror. "Of course they never do." She scratches while furry head. "Not as much as we do, any way," she adds cockily, patting another.
She looks toward the open window where more and more cats are swiftly gathering. A breeze blows her curtains inside. It is a cool night, not too hot, not too cold. The temperature is purrfect. The mood is, as well, for a full moon hangs high over Gotham City tonight. She sighs, knowing he won't be in a purrfect mood no matter how great the weather or how beautiful she is.
She nestles the diamond right between her breasts, where he purrhaps he will find it later, then zips up her suit. Her mind flashes to times he has done this for her, and she sighs again. She wants so dearly to spend more time with him, to become one with him more often, but the law always stands in their way. He wants her to listen to reason, which is always his reason and not her own, and although she's accepted that he'll never see things her way, she does still wish that he could turn a blind eye every now and again, especially on her most important heists.
It isn't always about pretty jewels for herself and her babies to play with; often times, it's far more important that she make some one pay for the true innocents they've harmed, innocents to whom he never pays much attention while always being such a do-gooder when it comes to the human race, the worst race in her opinion if any one could be bothered to ask her, not that they will. Even he doesn't see things her way. It's why Ivy and she get along so well most of the time. Ivy defends the plants while she fights for the cats.
She wonders idly where Ivy is this night and what the plant lover's up to, but then her mind, and her heart, go back to the Batman, as they always do. She wonders what case he's working tonight, how long it will be before she spots him or he her, and how much grouchiness she'll have to toy out of him before she can have her Bat for the night. She pulls her black, leather gloves on, then turns to the window. Her lips arch into a smile. She doesn't know how long it will take, but she knows she'll get there eventually.
She silently crosses her apartment, stroking each furry, purring body as she goes. Not a single cat goes without a touch. She won't have any of them worry, but she also won't keep them caged. They file out of her window, leaping and pouncing. The full moon's affecting them all tonight, she thinks, watching them go as she climbs out of her window. She pauses for a moment in its silver light, and as she listens to her cats meowing, she raises her own voice with theirs. It is a beautiful night, after all, and a cat's got to play. She sweeps off into the evening, seeking her favorite toy, her Batman, and the night of fun she knows they all deserve.
The End
