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[ary11y]

(not so) Fun OC fact #1: Mel [he/him], Chris [he/him] [they/them], Aldwyn [he/him] and Sky [They/them]!

Bonus: Kate [she/her] (Chris' (dead) sister)

Mel used to date Kate before he got his redemption arc, so consequentially that relationship was Chernobyl with Mel applying a very unhealthy amount of manipulation techniques on Kate as to get whatever he wants out of her

...somewhere in the process however, Mel actually fell in love with Kate but didn't quite notice it until Kate finally broke up with him, which left him devastated and eventually caused him to get his redemption arc and try to become a better person

Chris has always been protective of his sisters (or anyone he cares about, really) and even more so after Kate's death so consequentially he absolutely detests Mel despite any convincing he tries to do that he's not the same as before and he constantly tries to put him down

Sky actually really likes Mel and Aldwyn /p but Chris tries his best to keep them away from them at all costs as he doesn't want them to get hurt by them, but in the process he's really becoming as trapping as he considered Mel to be with Kate

Chris also considers Aldwyn to be as bad as Mel despite not knowing much about him, in his brain anyone close to Mel = bad

So yeah Mel-Chris lore is very very chaotic and very very very unpleasant to anyone related to any of them

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"is this really necessary?" I asked Jensen, my eyes befalling the large man in a suit standing next to him.

"yes, until they catch Riley, I'm not risking your safety... besides Mark's a professional, he knows how to be discreet, you won't even know he's around." Jensen said kissing my cheek.

I highly doubt that.

A big burley security man following my every movement.... yeah they'll never see him coming.

I sighed deeply, knowing I'd never be able to talk Jensen out of it.

I stood on my tippy toes connecting his lips with mine. It was a short brief kiss, but it was all I needed to get my heart racing.

"I should go, don't want to be late for my first day as Chief Editor." I said leaning in to Jensen's warm embrace.

"I'll pick you up after work, we have some things to discuss."

"things to discuss, what sort of things?"

"you never answered my question." Jensen smirks knowingly before departing.

It's been a hectic few days, my mind has been on overload. I'm lucky I even remembered to put pants on today. Of course I haven't been able to think about Jensen's proposition of moving in with him yet. I definitely needed to talk to Stella first.

"Mark." I said nodding my head at the tall man.

Mark starts to follow me in to the building quietly.

"who's the big dude?" Stella says as soon as we get inside.

I let out a sigh, so much for being discreet.

I roll my eyes as my coworkers glance at Mark, who's right on my tail.

"Mark.." I answer shrugging my shoulders.

I walked past everyone, going to my new office. I was surprised to see it was completely different than the last time I had been in here.

"I uh redecorated, I thought it would help ya know, so you didn't think about it." Stella said from the doorway.

I looked around the spacious office, every trace of Gray had been erased.

"I love you Stell." I said, a tear in my eye.

I engulfed my best friend in a hug. We stood in each other’s embrace, smiling.

"Sooo do I have to call you Ms. (L/N) now?"

"Oh god please don’t!" I laughed.

I took a deep breath, a comfortable silence fell between us.

"this is crazy right, I mean your life has done a complete three sixty."

I let Stella's words sink in, she was completely right. A few months ago if you'd told me this would be my life, I would've laughed in your face.

"it totally has... sometimes I don't even know how to keep up." I admitted glancing at Mark who stood outside my office like a soldier.

"okay what's up with Mark?" Stella giggled looking at the large man.

"I'm afraid Jensen insists, just until they catch Riley."

"ah yes, the crazy."

"Stella, she's not crazy, she's mentally ill."

I could see Stella noticeably roll her eyes.

"why are you defending her, she literally wants to hurt you (y/n/n)!"

I chewed on my bottom lip nervously as her words sunk in.

I didn't know what Riley's intentions were, but from the damage done to my car, I gathered that we wouldn't be talking over a cup of coffee anytime soon.

"I’m sorry, I know things have been crazy for you, and I just want you to know that I'm here, to listen, to talk, to eat our feelings away with chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream... whatever you need." Stella said giving me a warm smile.

"Jensen asked me to move in with him." I blurted out, the thought weighing heavily on my mind.

"oh my gosh, that's great!" Stella squealed.

"it is?" I question, surprised by her reaction.

"it is if that's what you want?" Stella questions.

I look at the pretty brunette sitting in front of me. I didn't know what I did to deserve her friendship some days.

"I really love him Stella." I whispered.

"then you should do it."

"but I'll miss you.."

"please, you can't get rid of me that easily.."

I engulfed my friend in another hug, squeezing her tightly.

"am I interrupting something?"

I let go of Stella to see David, the owner of the magazine standing in the doorway.

"no, I’m sorry sir." I said smiling.

"just wanted to see how you were settling in, and ask if you made any progress on finding me some new voices?"

I smiled widely at Stella.

"yes sir, in fact this is one right here! Stella is the best journalist we have." I said pushing Stella forward.

Stella nervously smiled at him.

"Stella is it, well why don't we go have a talk then?" David said reaching out a hand for her to shake.

I beamed with pride as I watched them leave the office to settle in the conference room.

I could never repay Stella for how much she does for me, but this was a start.

I heard the office phone start to ring, snapping me out of my daze.

"Ms. (L/N)" I answered.

I heard Jensen chuckle on the other end.

"Ms. (L/N), sounds incredibly sexy when you say it." Jensen purred.

"oh please, I thought I was going to come undone, the first day you said my name." I shot back.

"I was just calling to see how your first day as chief editor is going?"

I felt the smile grace my face.

"good actually, it's kind of making me nervous.." I said picking my nails.

"why is it making you nervous?"

"have you ever heard the term regression to the mean?"

"no.." Jensen said sounding confused.

“It means that life can’t ever be all bad or all good. You know, eventually, things have to come back to the middle.”

"I'm not understanding baby."

"I mean that everything's been okay lately, you know, we're okay, the jobs okay, Stella and I are okay.. the middle."

"so you mean things are about to get really good.." Jensen started

"or really bad." I finished cutting him off.

"sweetheart I think this whole Riley thing has you worked up, everything will be fine, okay, nothing is going to happen." Jensen reassured.

He was probably right. I mean this whole Riley situation did have me pretty worked up.

I just felt it was something more though, like there was something looming over us and I just couldn't figure out what it was.

It could've been my conversation with Elle too. I couldn't get her words out of my head... I just want to know who my competition is.

What did that even mean?

Was she going to try to steal Jensen away from me?

I guess it would be steal Jensen back, considering she had him first.

I didn't realize how quiet I was until I heard Jensen's smooth voice through the speaker.

"baby talk to me, what's going through your mind?"

"I think you're right, I'm just a little overwhelmed, I guess Mark wasn't such a bad thing." I said staring at the man who hasn't moved from the entrance of my office.

"see I told you..." Jensen said in a teasing tone.

"I don't have to take him everywhere do I? He's not coming home with me!"

I heard Jensen's hearty laugh boom through the speaker.

"he's definitely NOT going home with you.. he's just for when I can't be with you to protect you."

"my hero.." I swooned.

Jensen laughed again.

"I miss you already." I whispered.

"oh god I sound so needy." I added quickly.

"I miss you too.."

"so I uh talked to Stella about your proposition." I said biting my thumb nail.

"oh yeah? and how did that go?"

"good.." I answered being vague in my answer purposely.

"and do you have an answer for me?"

"yeah..." I whispered not being able to fight the smile on my face.

"well get on with it then, c'mon woman you're killing me here." Jensen whined.

"I mean, I'll have to get some things from the apartment." I said.

"so that's a yes?"

"yes Jensen, I'll move in with you."

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"Are you going home? I'm going to grab some things and stay at Jensen's tonight." I told Stella as we gathered our things, the end of our day approaching.

"No, Matt's taking me out to dinner to celebrate my new promotion, thanks for that by the way! I can't believe I'm the new lead journalist!" Stella squealed making me smile.

"I didn't do anything, that was all you."

"Still, I couldn't have gotten it without you putting in a word to David for me."

"It's the least I could do, you do so much for me."

Stella wrapped her arms around me squeezing me tightly for the third time this day.

I've been so caught up in all things Jensen that I realized I really missed my friend, and I was so lucky to have her in my corner.

"woah, that's my woman."

Stella let go, throwing a look to Jensen who now stood in the doorway to my office. I didn’t see Mark anymore, Jensen must have dismissed him.

"nice office..." Jensen admired.

"I redecorated, thank you very much." Stella piped up.

"so when I need any redecorating done, I'll know who to call." Jensen smirked.

Stella glanced at her phone quickly before meeting my eyes again.

"I think Matt's here, I'll see you soon.." Stella said squeezing my hand before going over to Jensen.

"Jensen, take care of her... if you don't I'll chop your dick off." Stella threatened.

"Stella!" I exclaimed mortified.

Jensen just laughed in response.

"You have my word Stella, I mean I would kind of like to keep my dick." Jensen said making me roll my eyes at the pair.

"see you tomorrow." Stella said with a final wave.

Jensen smiled at her shaking his head. He came over to me wrapping me in a hug.

“she’s something..” Jensen laughed.

“you have no idea… are you ready to go home?” I asked cocking my eyebrow.

“as long as I’m with you I am home.” Jensen said.

I rolled my eyes at his line.

“that was incredibly cheesy.” I laughed.

“I thought it was romantic… even a little bit?” Jensen pouted.

“okay just a little bit.”

Jensen smiled, leaning down to pull me in for a kiss. I took a shaky breath as he connected our lips. I felt electricity pulsating through my skin as his lips moved on mine.

“I love you.” He said as he pulled away.

“I love you more.” I whispered.

Jensen gave me another quick peck.

“Impossible.”

Jensen grabbed my bag with one hand, grasping mine with other, as he led us out of the office. Cole stood by the car waiting with an open door.

“Ms. (L/N).” Cole nodded as I slid in.

“You really need to give him a break..” I said laughing at Jensen.

“Cole doesn’t need a break, do ya Cole?”

“no Mr. Ackles.”

“Cole you can be honest I know this one’s a lot to deal with.” I said smacking Jensen’s chest playfully.

“between you and me ma’am.” Cole started giving Jensen a smirk.

I laughed at Jensen’s flustered expression.

Cole pulled up to our apartment, quickly getting out so he could open my door. Jensen shuffled out after me. As soon as we stepped out of the car, his phone started ringing. He pulled it out checking the caller ID.

“It’s Jared.”

“you can take it.. I’m just going to grab some toiletries and a couple outfits, I’ll be right back.” I said kissing his cheek.

Jensen offered me a grateful smile as he answered his phone.

I unlocked the door, before grabbing our mail and going inside. I would have to remember to reroute my mail to the new address. I threw the mail on the counter, wanting to pack my things before I went through it.

I grabbed my overnight bag throwing articles of clothing in it before going to our bathroom. I made sure to grab my toothbrush, hairbrush and the other essentials. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror breathing a deep sigh.

I was really doing this.

I threw the rest of my stuff in my bag, zipping it up and walking back in to the kitchen. I set my bag down grabbing the mail to sift through it.

I turned around, feeling my blood run cold.

It was her.

Riley.

I gasped at the sight of her dropping the mail.

I didn’t know how she got in, the door was still locked.

I could see from the look on her face that she was distressed. I was afraid, but I wouldn’t let her see. I needed to remain calm.

“Riley… uh Jensen’s right outside, we could go see him.” I hesitantly said, holding my hands out so she could see I meant her no harm.

I shuddered as she pulled a gun from her pocket.

“I came to see you.”

I shivered, her voice was haunting, like she was in grave pain. I didn’t take my eyes off the gun she held to her side.

“okay..” I breathed.

“Jensen told me what happened Riley, I know you’re in a lot of pain, and I’m so sorry.. Jensen talks about you still, he cares about you.” I said trying to diffuse the situation.

I flinched as a warning shot rang out. I could feel the breath getting caught in my chest as I feared for my life.

“DON’T LIE!” Riley yelled, bringing the gun up so it was now pointed directly at me.

“just tell me what you have that I don’t.” she cried.

“nothing Riley, I’m nothing.” I pleaded.

“but he kisses you, and sleeps in your bed.” Riley said.

I felt the color drain from my face.

“how do you know that?”

“I saw you, I watched you… I know you love him but I do too.” Riley said eerily calm.

I thought back to the night when Jensen slept over. I thought I had seen someone but chalked it up to my imagination playing tricks on me… but now I know it was her watching us.

“Riley why don’t you put the gun down.” I begged trying to maintain my composure.

“you don’t even know him, what he likes, you don’t give him what he wants, he’s just pretending with you and he’ll get tired of pretending!” Riley growled.

Suddenly Jensen burst in the door followed by Cole.

Riley didn’t move the gun from me.

I could see the fear in Jensen’s eyes as he glanced at me.

“Riley..”

Jensen pointed at himself, asking Riley to turn the gun on him. Riley glanced between me and Jensen before turning the gun his way.

“Jensen don’t.” I cried, letting a few tears slip out.

Jensen held his hand out quieting me.

“I know you don’t want to hurt me Riley.” Jensen said, taking a step closer to her.

Riley breathed a heavy sigh as Jensen reached out wrapping his hand around the barrel of the gun. He yanked it out of her hands, switching the safety on, and putting it in his pocket.

“come here.” Jensen said reaching his arms out.

Riley collapsed in his arms crying. Jensen held her stroking her hair.

“Cole get (y/n) out of here, take her back home.” Jensen said.

Cole took a step towards me, but I took a step back.

“I’m not going anywhere.” I said not wanting to leave Jensen alone.

“(y/n) for once just do what I ask!” Jensen snapped.

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks as I grabbed Cole’s hand allowing him to lead me outside to the car. He opened the door gesturing for me to get in.

I dropped his hand stepping away from the car. I gave Cole a look, and started to walk down the street.

“Ms. (L/N) please.”

“stop it Cole.” I growled walking away.

I didn’t know where I was going, I just had to get away. I felt the tears staining my cheeks as I walked.

It was too much.

It was all too much.

for once just do what I ask..

he’s just pretending with you, and he’ll get tired of pretending..

I covered my ears trying to drown out the loud voices that were screaming at me.

I collapsed on the sidewalk, bringing my knees to my chest and sobbing.

this is what I meant.

regression to the mean..

Author Note:

I’m sorry for breaking your hearts again! Part fifteen will reveal a lot, so make sure you stick around to find out! If you liked this part please indicate so with a heart, comment, reblog, or a follow! It really is motivating! I appreciate you all!

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Liv

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The Bat & The Cat (Bruce Wayne/Selina Kyle)

A/N: Hello my loves ✨ Here we are with the much awaited Part 4! This is the final chapter for this little story. But there's more to come, I can assure you 😏 if it may interest you, then please stay tuned. If you'd like to be added to the tag-list for any future BrucexSelina content, please let me know. I do hope you'll enjoy and again I thank you all for your support through this journey. P.S.: find me on AO3

Summary: These events take place after The Batman 2022 movie ending. Two scenes packed full with fluff between Bruce and Selina.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7

Trigger Warnings: Fluff, Shameless Smut, Minor Spoilers, Bruce Is His Own Trigger but never as much as Selina, Minor Mention of Grief.

Words: 9500.

Tags: @haythemspsychopathicgirlfriend @sahsal

Gifs by: tagged. Divider by: @firefly-graphics .

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Part 4 - Dear Icarus.

The house was quiet.

Now they were left just with Alfred, who was taking care of serving them the food. And didn’t miss any opportunity to make him feel uncomfortable. For someone who didn’t trust Selina, he sure didn’t miss a chance to interact with her throwing banter – to use a term Alfred would – of course, Bruce imagined he was only trying to study Selina, and Bruce would have even appreciated the fact that, if anything, she was made to feel at home, if the jokes weren’t aimed to mock him.

Bruce cleaned his mouth with a cotton napkin swallowing his last bite of grilled chicken served with insipid boiled broccoli. Without realising, he eyed Selina’s plate; her chicken was way more appetizing, covered in some kind of sauce and mushrooms, her vegetables seemed to be cooked in oil or butter… At it smelled delicious. She was still going through her food, not because she ate much slower than him, but because the portions served to her were much bigger and saucier than his.

His stomach gurgled, unhappy.

“Are you ok?” Selina asked casually, not at all bothered filling her mouth with a big piece of chicken. She looked at his empty plate and for a second, he saw her hesitate.

He just nodded. No words needed.

Alfred didn’t miss the opportunity to make things clear himself. At the first course that was brought out to them, Selina noticed the differences their plates had and were ready to ask about it… Just to have Alfred proudly but politely pointing out “Master Bruce’s armour doesn’t get any wider, Miss.”

Portion control. He had to explain. Bruce had been on portion control and intense physical training for the past four years. Losing shape wasn’t allowed. Losing strength even less, since he fought in close range combat. Which included eating healthy and regularly – basically a full-time job on its own, for Alfred, to make sure Bruce actually did.

Bruce cleared his voice and pressed his back against the chair, a sigh left his chest. He wasn’t at all relaxed. His legs trembled restlessly under the table; his chest was clutched by anxiety. Why did he ever imagine that could be a good idea?

He was completely out of his comfort zone. Having dinner with Selina wasn’t in his plans and pushing himself to interact not to let the silence surround them just brought him to say stupid things, that he immediately regretted a second late.

They talked during their dinner. But barely. And every time the conversation became more personal, both were more inclined to change the subject or avoid questions.

Which was fair. He wanted to know more about Selina, as much as he imagined she desired to do with him. But both of them weren’t comfortable, that much was clear.

He checked his watch.

Almost half-past six. His gaze travelled to the high windows of the room and through the curtains, he could see that the night was upon them now. Even if it wasn’t that late.

Selina took a big gulp of milk out of her glass, sending him a curious look over the chalice.

He of course didn’t drink anything but water. It would have been pretty stupid to do anything differently since he was going to work right after.

Selina left the silver cutlery on the plate and cleared her voice, sending him another look, that Bruce willingly avoided, playing with his napkin instead.

“How long do you have left?”

He shrugged. “I don’t know. An hour? Maybe more. Maybe less.”

She nodded; a shot of resolution crossed her eyes. She pushed her plate away and turned towards him, leaning on the table and pushing her arms closer to him. If she was trying to reach for his hands, then Bruce did the very appropriate thing to hide them under the table, freezing in front of the possibility to be touched.

She didn’t let such a thing discourage her, but she frowned – not hurt, more intrigued by his reaction.

“Why are you so rigid, Bruce? What’s going on?”

“Nothing. I’m not –” He paused to inhale a big breath, just then, he timidly looked up at her. “I don’t know what to say. We are at the end of our dinner. I am afraid I don’t know what’s the custom.”

She chuckled. Her laughter vibrated through him shining some light and warmth into his tightened chest. “But surely, we are not done yet. Desert is what comes next, baby!”

She sent him a wicked look. Besides the soft tone of her words, the fact that she looked at him as if he was desert made him shiver.

Still, his face crumpled in an unhappy look. If he wasn’t allowed to eat some kind of tasty sauce like what flavoured her dish, then he surely wasn’t allowed dessert.

Selina pushed herself closer to him, her hands scooped his jaw, bringing his attention back on her. She caressed his skin, offering him the sweetest of looks to rest upon. “Why the grumpy face, Vengeance?”

“I don’t think I am allowed dessert. My suit doesn’t become any bigger, remember?”

“Not even ice cream?” She wondered dreamingly, fluttering her eyelashes in a way that sent all his thoughts in a confused, frenzy state.

Took him a second to find his focus and shake his head, pulling a very sad face.

He knew for a fact he wasn’t. Besides the fact that he wasn’t much of a sweet tooth anyway – which most of the time helped, Alfred allowed him to have some chocolate, ice cream or cake just during festivities or an important recurring.

But if something like that wouldn’t normally bother him, for some reason, that night did. Maybe it was because he just wanted to throw a tantrum about whatever passing reason he had available, just because overall he wasn’t happy with how the evening went. He felt like Selina wasn’t impressed – not by his lifestyle, that didn’t much matter, but by him.

He was sure she was being nice out of politeness but had the tremendous panic buzzing in the back of his ears, that she wouldn’t have gotten in touch with him, ever again. He wasn’t all that interesting after all, and most of the time struggled to look at her in the eye.

And what if everyone freaking out about having a guest at the Manor gave her the wrong impression that that was the normality around him?

What if she thought he could be just a spoiled rich kid who played dressing up for kicks?

He was spiralling so deep into another anxiety wave to be sure this time he could drown inside his own mind.

The real problem wasn’t even that she could not like him as Bruce Wayne. But the fact that she now knew. What if Alfred was right? What if he had been reckless and selfish?

He couldn’t breathe.

Selina distracted him. He didn’t even notice her moving until he felt her weight pressing on his legs, while she slid on his lap with absolute nonchalance, fluidly and lightly, as her rightful spot was to be as close to him as possible.

Bruce sucked the air into his lungs, automatically pulling his face away from her. Yet, he pushed the chair backwards, to let her have some space.

Selina purred, pushing herself against his chest and gently took his chin between her thumb and index, pulling his eyes in hers.

“Where did you go?” She asked after looking into his eyes for a long second. Keeping eye contact was almost unbearable.

“Nowhere, I am here.”

“No. You weren’t.”

Bruce just looked at her, diving into her black eyes. Her relaxed expression gave him a certain degree of solace. But he was still struggling to breathe.

Selina slid her hand around his neck, holding him softly, but leaving him space to think, in concept, that is, since practically she was sitting as close to him as it was physically possible.

His chest cramped, requiring him to release the breath he was holding in. With that, words flowed out without him even thinking about it.

“What are we doing, Selina?”

“We are having dinner together.”

The look he sent her was self-explanatory. It shot through her in a way that made her look away, even if Bruce didn’t miss the hurt gaze she was trying to hide.

He pushed himself to engage physical contact with her, raising a hand and just ever so lightly brushing his fingers on her cheek, just enough to bring her to look back at him. “Is this what you wanted? I am… Not much more than this, frankly.”

“You?” Selina dropped her head to the side. Her eyes caressed his features, her gaze was so intense he felt it brand his skin as fire would. He couldn’t look away, caged by her, his heart was as trapped as his eyes, there was not much else to say, if not that he was falling for her, violently, dangerously quickly.

He felt like Icarus, flying too close to the Sun he could feel his waxed wings melting.

“Oh, Bruce…” Selina finally exhaled in a sigh that carried her heart.

She quickly got rid of her shoes, letting them fall to the ground with absolutely no care in the world for them, she then folded her legs and made herself in a little ball of flesh and thoughts, nesting against his chest. She tucked her head on his shoulder and pressed her face against his neck. Her hands clutched around the material of his suit, keeping him close.

Bruce automatically surrounded her between his arms, holding her close.

Rocking her, even. He would have killed anyone who came too close to her – ever. She was too precious. No matter what she decided about him, or them, he would have been a shadow in her life, to protect her at all cost.

He pressed his chin on top of her head, his eyelids heavy on his eyes, while for probably the first time in the entire day, he finally relaxed entirely.

His mind was quiet.

“You do not know half of your worth, baby.”

“We come from different universes.”

“No. Our houses are different – that’s all. Underneath we are pretty much the same.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

“Then we are complementary. You fit into me. I fit into you.”

“That is a very bold assumption, Miss Selina.” The trace of a smile curled his lips.

“Isn’t it the truth?”

He didn’t answer. But in his silence, his thoughts were as clear as day. Of course, she was right. He wouldn’t have dared to let anyone else in as he did with her. To know the Batman and Bruce Wayne? Unthinkable. Before her.

“I cared to know the man who hid under the Bat. Because I respected you. I am even willing to tell you how extremely attached to you and your pointy mask.”

She looked up and as their eyes met, she slid a hand around his jaw. He welcomed her honest look with a relaxed smile. “I am fond of your mask too.” He admitted.

She didn’t allow him to let the tension dissipate through them. “All of this without knowing your name. But I knew your courage, honour, power and strength, intelligence even.”

His features froze back into a serious look. His lips stretched into a thin line. “And what do you think now?”

“That you have the sweetest, most melancholic eyes I ever looked into. Every time you look at me, I need to hug you, I need to be close to you. I’m on my toes waiting for you to say something just to hear your voice. You have the softest tone a girl could want to hear things whispered to her ear with. But your silence is even more devastating. I don’t care that you are Bruce Wayne. I care that you are tangible and real.”

“So, the luxury the Wayne name offers doesn’t interest you?”

“Oh, baby, that’s not what I said.” She slid a finger across his chest. “That is a plus in my already very long list of reasons to date a guy who wears a mask, at night, to fight crime.”

“Date?”

“Do you think you can fit me in your busy schedule, Mr Wayne?”

“It can be arranged.” He smiled at her in the softest way known to men. His features warmed up, but more importantly, his chest did. His heart was fluttering and flickering all over the place in an unusual but appreciated way.

Bruce caressed her jawline and then slowly scooped her cheek into his hand, watching closely how she would melt against his touch. He didn’t miss her eyes falling close for a good second, or the way she rubbed her cheek into his palm, her hand softly wrapped around his wrist. She released a sigh of relief.

“Selina Kyle, a romantic. Who would have thought?” His chest was shaken by a warm rumble of laughter that Selina purred, melting into a smile.

She pressed his hand against her face, turning towards it to kiss softly his palm. “I am a surprising – keep you on your toes, kind of gal.”

Bruce leaned ever so slightly towards her, softly brushing his lips against hers, and immediately she was clutching on his figure, pulling him closer to her, as if she could compress him into her chest, pulling him into a deeper, more passionate kiss.

When their tongues crossed, Bruce’s let out a pleasureful sigh.

That was the moment passion struck them both. Bruce was a step away from pushing all the useless stuff and clutter on the table to the ground, just to make space.

But then a thought struck him back to reality, settling his feet back on the ground. He broke their kiss as gently as he could but kept her close. Even if Selina didn’t appear to be too happy about his choice. And she made it clear.

She climbed on his figure and in a second, she sat straddling his hips, helped by the deep vent on her dress that let her leg roam free. Her uncovered skin was a torture Bruce barely managed to ignore. If the fact that his hand immediately went to hold her thigh could be considered ignoring. Or the fact that his palm immediately burned by their contact and he pushed his hand up, softly gabbing her by the sweet spot of conjunction between her hip and her leg.

A shiver crossed him.

She pushed herself up on his chest and tried to kiss him again. “C’mon baby, we don’t have much time…”

The desperation in her voice made him vibrate. Her desire was melting his every sane thought away. But how much he wanted to let go of everything else and to forget of duty, or his life, even if just for a few hours of bliss between that woman's arms. Especially after they had such a soft moment with cataclysmic proportion consequences on his existence, he knew.

“Wait… Selina, wait.”

She did. She stopped rubbing herself against him and just sent him an unimpressed look. Selina even pouted, while looking at him with her big eyes. Bruce forgot what he needed to say for a moment.

He cleared his voice. “I need to know that you understand the fact that if you are with me, or with Batman, consequences are involved. And trouble. You’ll be in danger.”

“A girl like me? In a city like this? Bound to find trouble. I like danger…” She purred.

But Bruce maintained his serious gaze, to which point she finally nodded. “I know, Bruce. I am not stupid. Nor I am afraid. We can use this.” She pointed between them two. “We can work together as Batman and Catwoman.”

“And date as Bruce and Selina? That is dangerous too.”

“Do you like going out?”

“Not particularly.”

“Are there events around Gotham you want to participate as Bruce?”

“Not unless it's very important. Most of the time I reject the invitations.”

“Are you incredibly sociable, needing to be always in touch with people?”

The more questions she made him, the easier it was for him to get her very ironic tone and especially what she was getting at. He just shook his head as a response, to which point she melted into a smile. “No one has to know, Vengeance.”

“And you are going to be fine with that?”

“I do not care. As soon as I get to be with you.”

She scooped his face between her palms, for once it was her the one that seemed to be lost into his eyes. “I won’t let you slip between my fingers, Bruce. You said you needed help out there, I am help.”

Then she gave him a strong shake, making sure he saw the decision crossing her gaze. “I won’t let you push me away now, because danger lurks in the shadows.”

“I know you won’t. I just know I won’t be able to forgive myself if something happens to you.”

“And what about if something happens to you, uh? We’ll watch each other backs, that’s how it works. Plus, I sort of have been working on a plan.”

“What plan?”

His curiosity was struck, and it was even worse when her lips curled in a grin. “The Penguin and the 44 Below are our key to get what we want.”

“The 44 Below is lost. It was flooded, never recovered.”

“It has been recovered. Recreated actually. It’s in another part of town, the Penguin runs all his business from there.”

He remained silent, just looking at her, clearly expecting some more information, that Selina gladly provided. “We can work with the Penguin, his club is a lair to most of the criminality scene in Gotham. He has the information we need.”

“I am not entirely sure he will want to collaborate with me.”

“Probably not. But if you offer the possibility to take down all his major competition, then he will find you useful.”

“And where do you fall in all of this?”

“Insurance. You bring the law, I steal the money. Win-win.”

“That is still illegal, Selina. I-”

She interrupted him with a hush, pushing her index against his lips. “Hear me out. If we take down the smaller groups in favour of a crime lord, keeping said person always under control and when we want him, it will be easy to take him down in the end. And we will always have a way to track the stolen money if they all end in the Penguin’s pockets.”

“What makes you think he will gladly collaborate with us?”

“Because he is easily distracted by power. And we just need to make him believe he has things under control.”

“That might be the most difficult part.”

“It’s a plan. Doesn’t hurt to try it out.”

“He will know he can use you against me and vice versa Selina. This… Plan, even if it works, even if it’s decent, it’s risky.”

“Let it be risky. You’ll need to trust me on this, I know how to navigate the crime scene and the Penguin already knows me. It’s a hunch to start from, it can give us possible leads. More than what the PD can do.”

Bruce let out a deep, heavy sigh.

She wasn’t wrong, he knew. Actually, it was probably their best shot to start bringing some change around. And he definitely would have never been able to blend and go undercover into Gotham crime scene, which is why Selina’s role could be vital.

Yet, he wasn’t at all convinced. At the same time, he knew her well enough by now to be sure of the fact that she would have probably proceeded with the plan with or without him. And that she wasn’t the kind of person who would stand in the background and watch, and wait.

He would have never asked her to. Even if he wanted. Even if it was a contradiction with all the reasons he sought her out in the beginning. He well knew she was one of the few people in that city he could truly trust – and probably the only one he could have by his side while sinking into the crime-grime rotting Gotham City.

“We can consider it.”

He finally mumbled, not looking at her. Not happy about it – but at the same time his back was pushed into a corner, he didn’t have any other choice.

His eyes shot into Selina’s with incredible determination. His gaze could move mountains and made her gasp in such a sweet way. “But there will be rules.”

“Of course, Vengeance. Whatever will make you rest easy.”

“You will always have to wear your eye-piece. I want to be able to follow you step by step. We’ll need to pick a safe space where to reconvene when things go south. We’ll train together. I need to know you’re strong enough.”

“Does that mean I’ll have to be subjected to portion control too?” She pouted, playing with his hair. Bruce struggled to keep his focus. He shrugged, unsure if she was joking or serious… But he would bet on the first option.

“And, most importantly, no secrets.” He finished.

Selina nodded looking straight into his eyes. The conviction in her eyes was so supreme that he felt like they were signing binding vows.

Her seriousness was wiped off by a wicked smirk. Selina ran a long nail along his square jaw, looking at his features. “As soon as you promise the same. No secrets, we are a team now. And you’ll have to let me take care of you.”

All the menace left him in a soft whimper, while with a nod he definitively let her slide into his life. Into his heart.

Selina kissed his chin, then the corner of his mouth. “Now. We’ve got more important matters at hand and not much time.”

“Such as?”

“That ice-cream problem… Do you think we can smuggle some out of your, I am sure, super restocked of any kind of supplies kitchen?”

A tiny smile curled his lips. “I’m pretty sure Alfred is guarding the door.”

“Can’t you send him away for a while?” She whispered. He felt her soft, warm breath caress his skin and knew there and then that she could have asked him anything and he would give in temptation, saying yes to whatever she desired.

“I can try.”

Selina and Bruce sat on the thick carpet in the middle of one of the lounges. Sofas pushed back; pillows spread everywhere around them.

The TV was on and they were watching some replicas of the older episodes of The Simpsons. And, to Selina’s greatest fulfilment and joy, they were eating ice cream.

And Bruce was laughing. Loudly, heartfeltly, warmingly laughing like he didn’t do for a long time. He kept Selina close, not that she needed much of an official invitation to accept to curl by his side and literally sit as close as possible to him. If on him wasn’t possible, of course.

Selina was a great thief, he already knew that, but after they managed to pull a hit under Alfred’s nose, he thought she must have been the best in the world.

Making Alfred leave the Manor was out of the question – of course. Bruce hoped for it but didn’t have a doubt. And Selina really wanted ice cream.

At that point, Bruce could only hope they had some, if not it would have been a tragedy.

So, while he distracted Alfred, Selina sneaked into the kitchen to steal what was required.

He felt like a teenager all over again. Just not rebellious or angsty, because his chest felt light enough to make him want to giggle like a kid – knowing he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to, right under Alfred’s nose, and it was fun. It was a different feeling that he wasn’t used to having – but he liked it. Not entirely sure if it was a good thing or not.

Plus, seeing Selina quietly toddle in the background, carrying two bowls clearly filled to the edge with ice cream, was a vision that made him realise that that was what he wanted. Such a feeling running through his veins… Such lightness into his chest.

At least, Bruce managed to convince Alfred to kill the security systems in the lounge he and Selina would have then nested into.

Bruce didn’t care for the cartoons, not as much as he did for Selina eating her strawberry ice cream, and the soft, pleasureful sights she would release every now and then, between a spoonful and the other.

He didn’t finish his. He tasted it, had about three or four spoons of it and then he left it on the side. Not that he liked to waste food, but he also knew Alfred wasn’t wrong. He might feel like he was a back being a kid again, but he definitely remembered to be mature enough to know that it wasn’t worth eating a kilo of ice cream just as a rebellious act… When he would have been the one paying the price in sweat. A kilo of Italian stuffed olives. Now for that, he would have gladly sweated blood.

Selina cleaned her bowl and then she pushed it on the side table, before jumping right back into her nest curled under Bruce’s arm, against his side.

As soon as she looked back up at him, his gaze was on her. The dreamy eyes she gave him made his mouth wrinkle in a soft smile. “What?”

“I would have never imagined that a girl like me would have found something like this, spending time with a guy like you.” Her words sang to his heart.

“Something like what?” He wondered; his voice was as soft as his gaze.

“I don’t really know how to explain it.” She whispered – fear slowly seeping into her eyes.

“Try it.” Bruce moved just enough to look at her properly. He remained close, knowing by now that she liked it. He leaned his head, his curiosity hooked as the one of a kid. “I want to know… Please?”

She pushed out a sigh. For only a second Bruce wondered if he overstepped and was now asking her to do or say something that could make her feel uncomfortable. But then she moved. A smile crossed her face while she climbed on his figure.

Selina threw a leg over his, comfortably nesting on his hips, and dropped her arms around his shoulders. She pulled him close to her and pressed her forehead against his, rubbing her skin against his, very similar to what a cat would do to show intense affection.

“I’ve been hidden in the shadows too, Bruce. For a very long time. But now, you see me. Not just because I am pretty, like everyone else. You really see me. The only other person I let in this way was Annika.”

If possible, she pulled him in an even tighter hug. Bruce felt her nails puncture his skin through his shirt and didn’t care for it. He would have let her grab him by the bones if that was what she needed.

Selina rubbed her lips on his forehead, then his temple, until she moved enough to look back into his eyes. The pain of a loss burning through hers was still pressing. To the point, it made his own heartache for hers.

“You miss her.”

“All the time.”

He remembered the anger that burned through Selina when they met. Her desperate thirst for vengeance and justice for the woman that was killed and ripped off her life.

He knew that feeling, recognizing it as a reflection of his own, constant agony.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“No. It’s ok.” She shook off her pain with a quick shrug and a sad smile.

Bruce scooped her face between his palms, ever so gently. “You are not alone anymore.”

He whispered, ever so quietly and softly. Selina was not afraid to meet his eyes, while Bruce had to gather all his strength to look back at her and keep eye contact, but he knew it was important.

Selina nodded. “Most of all, you are making me feel like a normal person. Just now, this. I know we won’t have this for long… I know there’s not space for this in the nights we’ll spend fighting crime…”

Bruce shook his head, throwing an arm around her figure so to pull her closer to himself. “There’s always time at dawn.”

Selina smiled. Again, she pressed herself against him, dunking her face in the socket of his neck. Her embrace was tight and solemn. She buried a hand between his hair, on the back of his head and Bruce let her hold him, cradle him even, into believing he was allowed to find peace, and a place he belonged – besides the night.

She rubbed her nose on his skin and deeply inhaled his scent. He clearly felt the smile appearing on her lips. “You smell so good, baby.” She purred.

“What miracles a shower can do…”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong, I adore when you smell of sweat, dirt and leather. But this –” She kissed his neck. “This fills my brain up. Makes my head spin.”

Selina’s lips moved on the column of his neck in a path of kisses that left him gasping, sending shivers all across his back.

“Mine too.” He whispered without even realising, letting a soft moan vibrate through his chest and bending his head to the side, giving her more space.

Intention took over Selina. She seized the opportunity and he understood exactly the moment when affectionate cuddles became something else, when her hold on him became more dominant, she pulled his hair slightly and slowly rubbed her hips against his. More than anything, the deep, famished breath she inhaled, made him tremble.

He even had the impression of feeling her smile printing on his skin, while her kisses became more determined, tempting and hot. Bruce crumbled under her, bending to a point that he found himself forced to push an arm behind himself for support while she sucked and licked his skin.

His lips were slightly departed, his quiet pleasure marked his features, his eyelid extremely heavy on his eyes when he sent a look over one of the windows.

Through the white, thin, see-through curtains he hoped to see just the blackness of a night sky not slashed by the beam of the signal.

The clouds were thick and heavy with rain that night. The sky was black.

Bruce instinctively smiled. Even if he knew he didn't have time. He was supposed to get ready. He was supposed to be already out there. But the signal wasn't lit yet, there was no real emergency yet.

It wasn't like him, to postpone. But then again, he never ever postponed anything in three years. He was always out there, always thinking about duty first.

He gave Selina up once already. He wasn't inclined on doing it again.

In the back of his mind, he felt guilty and selfish, deciding to ignore Gotham to be between a woman's arms? It wasn't acceptable, not for Batman. But at the same time, he knew his only real appointment for the night was the usual meeting with Gordon at eleven. Until the signal was lit.

Though it was very, very easy for Selina to blow off all of his worries, destroying his ability to focus, her intent was clearly to seduce him. And she was succeeding.

To the point he willingly decided it was ok to let go, to forget… Fear of what lurked in the shadows could have acted in his place for a while.

His skin was already over-sensitive, his senses were focused on her while he only desired to receive more of her touches and kisses. And way more than that.

It had been already difficult enough to try and hide his desire the entire day. But it was literally impossible when she was on him, rubbing herself on his solid body in a sensual, fluid way that would make him think just to one thing. And that was the fact that her hips would have rolled in that exact way if he was inside of her and they were naked.

Bruce's body reacted to her following its own will. Already since she straddled him, he felt the familiar tingling of arousal build up in his lower abdomen. But now he was hard for her and there was no point in hiding it, since he was pretty sure she already knew, his suit trousers weren’t made of the best material to hide something like that.

"Selina..." He tried to get her attention. His call sounded more like a plea, that she didn’t seem intentioned in following. Selina snarled, pulling his hair even more. She made him move his head backwards, just to uncover more skin for her, so she could pass her tongue from his collarbone to his chin.

Bruce whimpered, tensing underneath her. His thoughts were scrambled, confused, the only thing he knew for certain was that he wanted her hands on his skin, he wanted to hear her moan in pleasure, he wanted to feel her body clutched around his. He wanted to taste her, smell her arousal…

She pushed herself up on him, now holding his head with both her hands, she pulled him in a kiss, suffocating whatever words he thought he wanted to say.

Selina gently caressed the edge of his lips with her tongue.

Bruce released another whimper. He was almost on the verge of forgetting everything else just to roll over, on top of her, and quickly descend upon her just to bury his face between her thighs. He knew, by now, she really liked it – therefore, he adored to taste her and give her as much pleasure as he could that way.

But before he could completely lose it, he still held a thin grip on himself. Bruce moved the arm he held her with just to slid his hand between them, pushing his palm against her chest.

Selina didn’t oppose to his move, if not with a displeased grunt. He ignored the pout she pulled as soon as their eyes crossed. As much as he brought himself to ignore her humid, swollen lips and the desire that burned through her eyes.

He shook his head. “We don’t have time. I –” He got distracted by the way Selina looked at his figure, from his eyes all the way down; accompanying her look with a sensual movement, she pressed her own hands on her body, releasing a pleasureful sigh. He thought he heard a “please” but he wasn’t sure if it came from her or himself.

“I can’t.” He was begging by then. But Selina had no mercy for him.

Her dark eyes shined of a wicked light. She pulled herself back a bit, just to have enough space to lift the skirt of her dress over her hips. She purred while doing it, moving her hips slowly.

Bruce really wanted to stand his ground, but his eyes fell on the lacey, black underwear she was wearing. He was done for.

“You made me wait enough today.” Her voice was deep, her desire was well exposed between her words.

It was true. And he cursed himself for it.

Selina looked right into his eyes, while she slid a hand between her legs, touching herself. Bruce followed her movement, mesmerized by her, but as soon as he realised what she was doing, he sucked the air into his lungs and immediately looked back up. His cheeks were on fire both because of embarrassment and arousal.

That woman would have been the ruin of him.

She released a soft moan that shot right through him in a shiver of pure, tremendous pleasure that crossed his erection in a painful way.

She gently but with extreme decision, took his hand. Their eyes were locked together, he never held eye contact with more intention before, while she guided his fingers to her core. As called by a chant he was unable to ignore, Bruce cupped his hand on her sex, probing her hot, soft flesh with his fingers. The thin, lacey material of her underwear stood between their skin… Bruce never imagined he could be destabilized by such a thought like trying to decide if he loved that piece of thin material, or despised it more.

She panted, gripping on his wrist, accompanying his curious movement. His touch was careful, but definitely not unsure. Now he wanted to give her pleasure. As much as he could before he would inevitably be torn off her arms.

“Feel how wet I am.” Selina’s exhaled those words between her teeth. Her tone could have been both a question and a statement. And to both, Bruce had nothing to say to contradict her.

She was wet. He could feel it dripping through the soaked material of the underwear, on his fingers… And God if it felt amazing.

A grunt left his chest. Selina wasn’t reserved on what she liked and what she wanted – that much was clear. She was sex essence, she had appeal and charm and she knew it. And she never held back from unleashing it on the Batman. It was one of the things he liked about her. She knew so much what she wanted, always, to destabilize him. And her attitude on grabbing control… He adored that too, it made him feel safe to let go of anything else when he was between her arms.

He knew he didn’t stand a chance. Every other time, during the rest of the day, he managed to maintain his focus and not get lost into blind desire just because she let him, giving him space.

But now she wasn’t. Now she wanted him.

Him. She was blinded by desire too, he had the proof her body was hot and ready, burning for him, chanting to his… And she wanted him. Bruce.

His erection trembled, painfully tensed… He was dying to feel her touch, her embrace. And he desperately wanted to find release and get lost between her arms…

His lips were departed, his eyes captured by her. He gasped, realising he was out of breath.

He knew he didn’t have any willpower; she was controlling him completely and he was done fighting.

“I need you, Bruce.” She pleaded, making it impossible for him to deny her whatever she desired.

He bit his lip, and even if with extreme uncertainty, knowing he was devoured by a selfish desire that muted his better self, he pushed himself closer to her, raising his chin.

“If the signal gets lit, I will need to go.”

“I know…” She purred. She was pinning herself up on her knees, keeping her body pressed against his but not giving up dominance, even in such a thing as her position. She rolled her hips, rubbing her wet core on his fingers.

“Even if I’ll be inside of you.”

“We better make it quick.” Her hunger dimmed through her eyes.

Bruce’s eyes shot at the window once more and when he saw the empty, dark sky his attention shot back to Selina.

His chest was slightly filled with anxiety. He knew the signal could be turned on every second as much as he knew he could have spent precious time worrying about it for no reason. Well, with reason… But to none of the people in that room interest.

Selina threw the skirt of her dress on the side and quickly her hands shot to his belt. Her fingers fiddled with the buckle, quickly freeing him from its constraint.

If a fraction of his being was suddenly cringing for such closeness… Prompted by his ever-lasting anxiety, which made sure to remind him Alfred was around the house, somewhere, Selina was quick to catch him and fish him out of his own thoughts. She dived on his lips in a kiss that tasted of heaven and strawberries.

She was impatient and famished. She released a small whimper in his mouth while she pushed her hips on his fingers again, not that he needed an incentive to deepen his caresses. Though, even if he was torturing her circling his fingers on her sensitive flesh, he still had to get rid of her underwear. On purpose.

He pushed his other hand around her thigh and up, sliding it under her dress, too lost in his desire to feel her hipbone in his palm to think straight about anything else.

Selina, on the other hand, clearly had no patience. She pushed her hand inside his trousers and over his boxers with no prelude, no space or time for any gentle preamble or teasing.

As soon as he felt her hot touch on his most sensitive skin, Bruce jerked, with a gasp, but almost immediately he melted under her hands, letting her do of him whatever she wanted.

She rolled her hands around his erection, and with a welcoming caress of her palm, she released a satisfied sigh.

His hold on her hip clutched around the thin band that assured her panties around her figure. Well knowing that move tightened the hold of her underwear around her core, probably in an uncomfortable way.

“Rip them off.” Selina ordered in a whisper against his lips. A command he was unable and unwilling to refuse.

He did as she asked. The thin material of her underwear tore like paper under his clutch and them both released a sigh of pure pleasure.

As soon as the lacey material came loose, Bruce slid a finger between her wet folds, enjoying the moan she gifted him to a primal level.

As soon as she was free, she pushed his hand off her with a grunt and positioned herself on him. There was no time for foreplay or preliminaries, and Selina clearly had no patience for it, nor him in all honesty.

She slid upon him, taking his entire length inside of her in one, raw move that left them both gasping for air.

“Vengeance…” She called for him, her pleasure danced between her words in a desperate call for more.

Bruce trembled, his body was shaking under her, blessed victim of her tight, wet, hot hold around him. There was no escape, no salvation now. She felt like heaven. He had no willpower, nor strength, his mind was foggy, every thought he had was lost to the sound of her heavy breaths and the warmth of her body and to the feeling of her muscles moving under his palms.

He sent another look to the window. Desperately praying for the sky to remain dark. And some kind of God accepted his prayers.

Bruce closed his eyes, his head fell backwards, right in Selina’s hand, who happily pushed her fingers between his hair and pulled them, making him arch under her. She wrapped solidly her other arm around his broad shoulders, slipping a hand under his shirt collar just to grip ad his bare skin.

The shot of pain of her nails digging through his flesh mixed to his pleasure, scrambling his thoughts and emotions even more wildly. Sending him feral.

She started riding him ferociously. The rhythm of her hips was unforgiving… And he was dying for it. For her. Famished, perched, desperate to have more.

The sound of her wet flesh against his, and of their breaths, filled his ears.

He wrapped an arm around her, holding her tightly against him, while with the other he looked for support, digging his hand in the carpet behind him.

Selina looked at him in the eye so intensely he thought she could dive into his soul and through his mind just with her gaze.

He released a soft moan and vibrated through her. A satisfied grin appeared on her face.

His clothes were bothering him, he wanted to be free from the grip of the material that enveloped him… But he was too lost and too impatient to bother about something like that.

As was Selina.

He wished he had the entire night to make love to her. He wanted to see her naked between his bedsheets, calling his name over and over again. And making him lose his mind.

Even now, he wished he could roll over and encage her underneath him. The sweet thought of bending her legs around his figure made him purr.

But he also was well aware she liked being on top. And he sure liked it too. He knew by now that she reached release way easier and quicker that way and that was enough for him to let her be where she was and take from him everything, she wanted to the rhythm she pleased.

He didn’t care for his own, quickly mounting pleasure. Or better, he did, but his main goal was her pleasure not his own.

Selina shifted. She wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed the air out of his lungs.

He let her keep power, looking into her eyes in absolute adoration.

His stuck breath into his chest made his pleasure rumble through him like thunder, to the point it became very difficult for him to hold back.

She dived on his lips in a famished, ravaging kiss, suffocating a moan against his mouth.

Bruce trembled. His hand was shaking clutching strongly on the nape of her neck.

And then it happened. Selina arched against him and threw her head backwards, looking for air but more than anything finding her release.

He knew her well enough to also predict the loud moan she was going to let out to the rhythm of the violent waves of pleasure shaking her. Which was why he quickly trapped her mouth in his palm, suffocating her voice.

She shot a look at him, at first her eyes were widened and surprised, but then her eyelids fell heavier on them, her suffocated cry vibrated through his palm in a way that sent him straight to another universe.

The orgasm exploding through her, made him whimper. Her muscles tightened around his erection made him weak. He had to gather all his strength and control not to snarl in pure ecstasy to her pleasure.

His gaze caressed her features with the desperate need to remember how bliss signed her.

He let go of her just when the waves trembling through her body started to quiet down. By then she slowed her hits until she stopped – but kept him deeply buried inside of her.

She sighed, catching her breath, a satisfied grin appeared on her lips while she rubbed them against his, and then along his jaw.

“Damn, Vengeance…” She whispered once she reached his ear. “You’re always such a good boy.”

He vibrated under her words. No one else would have had the right to speak to him that way. But when Selina did, he would beg for more.

She kissed his neck, and then looked back into his eyes, rolling her arms around his shoulders. She dug her teeth into her lower lip, sending him a wicked look as if she wanted him to know exactly what she was going to do next.

Bruce was already on the edge of begging for mercy when she moved her hips on his erection in a painfully slow motion.

He hissed, drawing his teeth.

Selina leaned her head, looking at him in a devoted, charming way, but her eyes were glimmering mischievously. She moved her hips again, if possible, even slower this time. “I suppose you would like to come too, uhm?” She purred.

Bruce didn’t answer with words, but nodded, releasing a laboured breath.

Selina grinned. “Tell me, Bruce.”

“I-” His voice died in his throat, while embarrassment took over. He really wanted to look away, but there was something in her eyes that made it impossible for him to do so.

He saw her naked countless times by now. They had a lot of sex since she came back. Enough to know each other bodies and likings. But somehow it did feel different, now that he was only Bruce. And like Bruce, he was more prone to awkwardness.

He wasn’t naïve and he knew how much Selina loved to have control. Sometimes she liked to bind him, commanding him to give her pleasure, and he would never hold back… But most of the time her dominance was more subtle, like in that case. Her request was quite simple, it didn’t require more than a few words… Yet he was blushing, feeling as if he would have said what she wanted to hear would be humiliating. A shiver crossed him.

It didn’t matter how much he also knew that his fear was nonsensical.

Selina tried to encourage him to give her what she wanted with another painfully slow roll of her hips, that made her quiver.

She pushed her index under his chin. The famished, full of desire look that she sent him wiped off all his fears.

He knew he had to give her what she wanted in one way or the other, or he wouldn’t have been rewarded.

“I want to come.” He admitted, his voice was dry, slightly shaken.

And Selina seemed to feast upon his awkwardness. She purred moving her head from one side to the other.

“Oh, Bruce…” She sighed, shaking her head. “That is not acceptable.”

Selina pushed herself against him and slid her hands between his hair once again, pulling his head backwards. She brushed her lips against his without kissing him, just torturing him with her warm breath tingling his tongue.

Then, with no warning, she lifted her hips almost all the way, tremendously torturing him with a quick, extremely hot thrust he didn’t expect.

Bruce gasped, widening his eyes. And Selina offered him a soft, nurturing smile, while her hold on his hair became looser, softer.

“I want to hear you beg, Vengeance.”

He drew his teeth, in a quiet hiss of both deep pleasure and discomfort. He rolled his eyes, to that point, it was very difficult to think about anything straight.

“Please, Selina…” He began, more than willing to beg. Not ashamed. Quite the opposite, because the deep pride his words gave her filled his chest with an equal sentiment. It was the weight of the words she wanted to hear that embarrassed him.

But the idea of giving her what she wanted, wiped his discomfort away. “Make me come.”

He exhaled, receiving a satisfied smile from her. Selina purred, rolling her hips in a circle around him that made him quiver.

She sent a playful look over to the window. “You are lucky we have some extra time.”

Selina pulled away from him, sliding her hips up and freeing his erection from her body embrace. The sudden hit of cold air on his most sensitive skin lashed across him painfully.

Not that she let him feel such discomfort for long.

She moved backwards and slid down on his figure. Her eyes latched to his during the entirety of her descent.

She gave him a soft push, inviting him to lay more comfortably and he followed, laying back, pinning himself up only with his elbows.

She crouched on his lap, her eyes now focusing on his erection. A smile filled with pure satisfaction and a shade of hunger rose on her lips. He gasped when she carefully caressed him and was left breathless when Selina followed his entire length with her tongue, just to then take him into her mouth.

Bruce’s head fell backwards and hissed in pure pleasure, he felt his strength leave his body, entirely enslaved by her, body and soul.

Selina sucked on him, helping herself with her hands. He was lost into the incredible pleasure her tongue caressing his shaft gave him, and the deep, proud satisfaction to hear the sloppy noise of her mouth moving around him.

Moved by a primal need to see her doing it, he looked down just to cross her dark, hungered eyes. Her lips surrounding him, her opened mouth for him, was destabilizing. A powerful shiver crossed him.

Heaven.

Her slow approach didn’t last but a second, just enough to put him at ease. Then, she started to devour him relentlessly, giving him tremendous pleasure.

Bruce let a soft, low moan escape his lips.

He felt his orgasm violently mount inside of him. His body tensed, his muscles contracted, he was unable to get a grip on himself, even less he could assert any kind of control on his own emotions, he was yielding to her, succumbing to her will.

“S-Selina…” He gasped, with no breath left, trying to warn her, but was unable to speak any further once his orgasm hit him, violently waving through him.

His libs went stiff, as his abdomen while the pure bliss of release crossed him. Selina didn’t move, flinch or seemed to have any intention of stopping. She welcomed his pleasure with a moan, her eyes dimmed with determination, while she kept suckling on him.

By then, he was trembling under her. He tried to suggest her to move, but he was wiped off any ability to speak or move while he came into her mouth.

His mind fogged up. He didn’t even remember his name anymore. The only thing he could think of was how celestial it felt to be surrounded by such a warm embrace.

And he seemed to be more scared and shocked by it than Selina ever was. She welcomed him and everything he had to give with a satisfied purr and didn’t stop her motion until his trembling came, bringing him almost to the edge of over-stimulation.

Bruce collapsed on the carpet behind him, catching his breath, surely unable to move or think straight.

Selina was way more relaxed than him. She climbed on his figure and nested on his chest, looking at him with pure satisfaction dimming through her eyes and a grin curling her lips.

“You didn’t have to do that for me.” He whispered tapping his hand on her arm, sending her a devoted look. She didn’t, but he was still grateful.

Selina's smile grew. “Oh, but I did. You taste good, baby.”

A shiver crossed him, while in all response he sent her a shocked look, that soon softened into a mesmerised one.

He jumped at her, trapping her lips in a soft kiss, wrapping her figure tightly between his arms.

She released a soft chuckle against his lips but didn’t need an invitation to relax against him and return the same affection back.

Didn’t last long though. Not as much as he wanted. Selina placed her hands on his chest, pushing him back down on the floor and raising above him.

She sent him a wicked look, grinning. “Now I better stop distracting you, uh?”

He was too in ecstasy to know what she meant. In the back of his mind, he vaguely remembered about the Batman but chose to ignore it for another second.

Selina leaned on him softly pecking on his lips, and then chin, just a second before she jumped up. She gathered her ripped panties from the floor, giving it a dreamy gaze. She released a sigh and just after she turned towards him, who was still laying on the floor.

“Well? Weren’t you in a hurry?”

“I guess.” He grumbled, knowing she was right and also knowing the last thing he wanted to do now was going in the cold streets of Gotham to fight criminals.

But his sense of duty banged in his chest, pushing him to get up.

Bruce gathered himself, fixing his trousers. And while he did, Selina moved closer to him. She placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him in such a devoted way that made his knees weak.

“Can you take me home? I’ve got to feed the cats.”

A smile crossed his lips. “Should have time for that. But I’ll need five minutes to change. I’ll be quick.”

“Ok.” She pulled closer to his chest, smiling in such a charming way. “I am keeping the dress. And the shoes.”

“Yes.” Anything she wanted.

Bruce looked away and forced himself to take a step back. If he kept being so close and intoxicated by her… He would have never gathered enough control to get to his business.

“And then, if you are up for a real date…” She slid her hands on his shoulders but turned around him without going any closer, leaving him there, suspended, hoping for it. “I can bring you to where the 44 Below is now.”

Bruce just nodded. Silence now fell upon him. It was time for the Batman to come out, to detach himself from romance and think about duty.

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Alpha Reader Program - June 2021

Our pair for May have been working so hard this month and we can't wait to see what they've crafted! It's time to start thinking about next month, though, so let's get to it!

Our alpha reader for June is @emilyshurley!

If you are a Pond member and are interested in working with this month’s alpha reader, everything you need to know about signing up is below the cut!

Click here to find out exactly what an alpha reader is! Here’s how the program works.

(Everything is subject to change as we go if we find things that aren’t working out. If you have any suggestions, let us know!)

Below, you will find information from the alpha for this month. This information should help you determine if this month’s alpha is someone you could work with.

If you are interested in working with this alpha, you will fill out this application form. (Pond members only. Joining is easy! Check out the Start Here link!)

Only the Pond admins will be able to see your username. The alpha will not know who you are. We hope this brings together people who maybe wouldn’t otherwise find each other, so this application process will be blind.

DEADLINE TO APPLY IS MIDNIGHT, PACIFIC TIME, ON THE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH JUNE 4TH!.

Based on the application information, the alpha will pick a mentee. Only after the mentee is chosen will the alpha know who they have chosen.

The pair will decide if they want a list of prompts to choose from, or if they want to work on a story idea the mentee has had on the back burner.

Together, they will create beautiful words.

The mentee will post their work on their own blog and submit it to the Pond for posting and to be added to the Program masterpost.

If there are any questions or concerns throughout, @mrswhozeewhatsis will be the point person/mediator!

Story requirements/parameters:

Must be SPN fan fiction.

All ships/pairings/kinks/genres allowed. The only restrictions are those set by the alpha and the mentee.

Use a Keep Reading cut if your story is more than 500 words.

Tag your story with the appropriate trigger warning tags and list them in the author’s note.

Our preferred header format is here.

There is no minimum or maximum word count for this. We don’t expect a novel, but hope for a one-shot.

The story idea MUST be something the mentee has not written or posted, yet. Ideally, to get the most out of this experience, the mentee will only have a couple of sentences about a vague idea, at most. We will provide a list of prompts if you like.

We would prefer that this not be Part 1 of a series. We don’t want to ask the alpha to commit to something larger than a one-shot. If the idea turns into more, and the mentee is willing to continue without the alpha, or the alpha is willing to continue working on the story after the month is done, then that is up to the alpha and the mentee.

​Use the hashtag #alpha reader program when you post your story and tag the @spnfanficpond, your alpha reader, and @mrswhozeewhatsis.

And now, a bit about our alpha for this month:

What is your username?

@emilyshurley

Are you a writer, yourself?

Yes

Are you an experienced beta? (Have you beta read for more than five people, reading more than one story for at least 1 of them?)

Yes

What is your turnaround time for a typical one-shot? (This will not be a typical situation, but this answer will give everyone an idea of how long to give you after they send you something.)

2-3 days

On a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being “English is my second language,” and 5 being, “I have a degree in English or professional editing experience,” how confident are you with your grammar skills?

2

What time zone are you in?

IST (GMT +5:30)

Is there anything you won't read? Ships/pairings, smut, non-con, dub-con, slash, AU, etc.

Destiel

On a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being “Please don’t make me drink the demon blood again,” and 5 being, “Easier than Dean’s pie,” how comfortable would you be checking for story elements such as continuity errors, characterization, and canon compliance?

4

Brainstorming ideas will require you both to be free at the same time. When is the best time for you?

Can be discussed (not a fixed schedule)

How long of a story are you willing to read for this project?

5000 - 9999 words

Do you use Google Docs?

Yes

Please write a couple of sentences to give writers a feel for your style and approach to alpha reading. For example, what is your main focus when it comes to storytelling (i.e. details, feelings, actions)? Are you willing to help with flow or pacing? If a writer is having trouble with a certain sentence, are you willing to offer rewording/restructuring suggestions? Do you feel comfortable offering notes on the story if you feel like something is missing or needs more work?

Though I'm comfortable helping with sentence structure and similar things but English is, in fact, my second language. So there might be times where my brain might not English. I can help with brainstorming stories, dialogues or just being a cheerleader for completing whatever someone is working on.

What do you feel your weaknesses are when writing or alpha reading? For example, do you have trouble with dialogue or action scenes? Is there a particular grammar aspect you have trouble with?

I sometimes struggle with descriptions for setting a scene but dialogues are my strength.

Is there anything else you'd like to add?

No.

There you go! If you are interesting in working with our alpha this month, go fill out this application here and we will let you know if you are chosen!

If you have any questions or suggestions about the program, please send an ASK to the inbox or a private message to @mrswhozeewhatsis!

[spnfanficpond]

Alpha Reader Program - May 2021

Our alpha and mentee for April are moving along like gangbusters with their story, and man, it's gonna be a DOOZY!! We can't wait to read it! In the meantime, we're gonna get a head start on setting up for May!

Our alpha reader for May is @girl-next-door-writes!!

If you are a Pond member and are interested in working with this month’s alpha reader, everything you need to know about signing up is below the cut!

Click here to find out exactly what an alpha reader is! Here’s how the program works.

(Everything is subject to change as we go if we find things that aren’t working out. If you have any suggestions, let us know!)

Below, you will find information from the alpha for this month. This information should help you determine if this month’s alpha is someone you could work with.

If you are interested in working with this alpha, you will fill out this application form. (Pond members only. Joining is easy! Check out the Start Here link!)

Only the Pond admins will be able to see your username. The alpha will not know who you are. We hope this brings together people who maybe wouldn’t otherwise find each other, so this application process will be blind.

DEADLINE TO APPLY IS MIDNIGHT, PACIFIC TIME, ON THE LAST DAY OF THE MONTH.

Based on the application information, the alpha will pick a mentee. Only after the mentee is chosen will the alpha know who they have chosen.

The pair will decide if they want a list of prompts to choose from, or if they want to work on a story idea the mentee has had on the back burner.

Together, they will create beautiful words.

The mentee will post their work on their own blog and submit it to the Pond for posting and to be added to the Program masterpost.

If there are any questions or concerns throughout, @mrswhozeewhatsis​ will be the point person/mediator!

Story requirements/parameters:

Must be SPN fan fiction.

All ships/pairings/kinks/genres allowed. The only restrictions are those set by the alpha and the mentee.

Use a Keep Reading cut if your story is more than 500 words.

Tag your story with the appropriate trigger warning tags and list them in the author’s note.

Our preferred header format is here.

There is no minimum or maximum word count for this. We don’t expect a novel, but hope for a one-shot.

The story idea MUST be something the mentee has not written or posted, yet. Ideally, to get the most out of this experience, the mentee will only have a couple of sentences about a vague idea, at most. We will provide a list of prompts if you like.

We would prefer that this not be Part 1 of a series. We don’t want to ask the alpha to commit to something larger than a one-shot. If the idea turns into more, and the mentee is willing to continue without the alpha, or the alpha is willing to continue working on the story after the month is done, then that is up to the alpha and the mentee.

​Use the hashtag #alpha reader program when you post your story and tag the @spnfanficpond, your alpha reader, and @mrswhozeewhatsis

And now, a bit about our alpha for this month:

What is your username?

@girl-next-door-writes

Are you a writer, yourself?

Yes

Are you an experienced beta? (Have you beta read for more than five people, reading more than one story for at least 1 of them?)

No

What is your turnaround time for a typical one-shot? (This will not be a typical situation, but this answer will give everyone an idea of how long to give you after they send you something.)

2-3 days

On a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being “English is my second language,” and 5 being, “I have a degree in English or professional editing experience,” how confident are you with your grammar skills?

4

What time zone are you in?

England

Is there anything you won't read? Ships/pairings, smut, non-con, dub-con, slash, AU, etc.

No Destiel, no Wincest

On a scale of 1 to 5, 1 being “Please don’t make me drink the demon blood again,” and 5 being, “Easier than Dean’s pie,” how comfortable would you be checking for story elements such as continuity errors, characterization, and canon compliance?

3

Brainstorming ideas will require you both to be free at the same time. When is the best time for you?

Evenings and weekends

How long of a story are you willing to read for this project?

<2000 words 2000 - 4999 words 5000 - 9999 words

Do you use Google Docs?

Yes

Please write a couple of sentences to give writers a feel for your style and approach to alpha reading. For example, what is your main focus when it comes to storytelling (i.e. details, feelings, actions)? Are you willing to help with flow or pacing? If a writer is having trouble with a certain sentence, are you willing to offer rewording/restructuring suggestions? Do you feel comfortable offering notes on the story if you feel like something is missing or needs more work?

Hello! Honestly, I am willing to be as hands on as you want. Need me to just check grammar? I can do that. Want me to cheerlead? I can do that. Want me to go through everything with a fine tooth comb? I can do that. I do leave notes, and some of them may be keyboard smashes, so feel free to comment back.

What do you feel your weaknesses are when writing or alpha reading? For example, do you have trouble with dialogue or action scenes? Is there a particular grammar aspect you have trouble with?

Fight scenes are my weakness. Lots of action with multiple characters just make me squint.

Is there anything else you'd like to add?

I am super excited and can’t wait to start. Let’s do this!

There you go! If you are interesting in working with our alpha this month, go fill out this application here and we will let you know if you are chosen!

If you have any questions or suggestions about the program, please send an ASK to the inbox or a private message to @mrswhozeewhatsis!