When the 19th of October came, that's when I really started freaking out. Bruce hasn't come into the office for a week, and the last time I really got to talk to him was two weeks ago when he drug my drunk ass home once again. By now I had stopped feeling bad about that, and had moved onto my next problem. Harley's birthday party, and it was in 12 days.
Harley's birthday was on Halloween, so I wanted to throw her an amazing masquerade party... At Wayne manor. That poor girl has had a couple rough weeks. Ever since that night when she came to me all beaten up, she has been living with me. But that didn't keep Jack from calling the damned house at all hours and stalking Harley. God, was he a freak.
I told Harley to go to the police but according to her, "she can handle it". Whatever, Harley.
I clicked the keyboard impatiently. It was Friday, and I wanted to get out of this office. Since Bruce wasn't here, why should I have to be? I am his personal assistant after all. With no Bruce I have absolutely nothing to do.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and slowly turned my chair around. Probably was the lobby manager at Wayne Enterprises coming to whine at me again about my cat sitting in the employee lounge.
Leave me alooooone, I whine in my head, she's siiiiick!
But it isn't Honey, the burly German lobby manager, it was Bruce.
"Hello Selina." He smiles.
"Hey Bruce! Haven't seen you in a while." I'm sure I'm beaming like an idiot.
"I know. I was on... Business in Thailand." Bruce quirks an eyebrow at the word business. Well hell, looks like the Batman has his Gotham-based affluent claws stuck in another country!
"Business... Got'cha." I roll my eyes.
"It's good to see you, Selina. And I like your hair- you cut it." Bruce says.
"It's good to see you too, did you know I have absolutely nothing to do when you're not here? I have been bored all week. and yes, I did cut it." this was true, I chopped off all of my black hair, trying out the look of a pixie cut.
"Is that so? Well in that case, I have some paperwork I could use your help with." I look out the all-glass wall to my left, and the sun is just setting. I look at my watch and see that it is almost five. I shrug, as long as I am with my Bruce I think I will be just fine with working overtime.
"Sure, wha'cha got for me?"
After four hours of reading manuscripts, transcripts, and editorial pieces, all the while making fun of the horrible grammar and awkward wording, Bruce and I are just inches away from each other.
At first I had debated on wether I should drag my wheely chair into his... Well ginormous office, but then quickly decided against that idea, and instead sat on the edge of his equally massive desk.
The first two hours were spent talking about strictly business. I was so bored, up until the third hour when we began talking about the past week, but more of my week than his. When I asked him what his week was like, he simply said "demonic" and that he was "glad to be home".
I described my week as tiring, boring, and long, needless to say I was looking forward to the weekend.
In the last hour we totally abandoned the paperwork and pleasantries of hours one through three, and were browsing hilariously idiotic videos on YouTube.
"Wait, wait. I have a song I want to listen to!" I interject between my mad fits of giggles. At this point I was sitting on the arm of Bruce's big leather chair, I leaned down and tapped in the title of the song I wanted.
"The oldies?" Bruce chuckles at my selection, I ignore him and click the link.
The epic sounds of Queen's "Somebody to Love" fill the room.
I slide off of the arm of the chair and walk away towards the all glass wall across the room. Half of the way there I slip off my heels and kick them away, my feet sinking into the plush carpet.
I make it to the glass of the window and look out on Gotham, from the highest level of Wayne enterprises tower, the cars below looked like hot wheels brand toys with functional lighting systems. I gaze over the horison, and besides the midnight black sky, you wouldn't be able to tell it was almost nine at night. All the lights were on, business, apartment, and car lights illuminated the night, strobe searchlights in technicolor blinked in the sky over downtown Gotham's club and bar scene.
"Do you like the view?" Bruce asks.
"It's beautiful." I feel my stomach flutter. I both my hands through my hair, and turn around and see Bruce a mere two feet away from me. Our eyes meet for what seemed like a century. I wanted to kiss him, but I couldn't coax myself to move. I was paralyzed with fear- what if I was misenturpreting all of this?
Kiss me you damn fool!
"It's late." He says.
"Is that so? I think I recall encountering you at an hour much later than this one." I wag my eyebrows.
"Hmm... I think you're going to have to jog my memory, Selina. Say, over dinner?" Bruce smiles. I feel like my knees are going to buckle. I put on a good game face, but inside all I really want is someone to come home to. Though, it would really be a bonus if it was Bruce who I was coming home to. His full pouty lips... so kissable.
"This sounds like a date.. are you asking me out, Mister Wayne?" I half smile coyly, when on the inside I am doing cartwheels over the rooftops.
"I suppose I am. How about tonight? I could call Alfred and have him fix something." Bruce offers.
"Okay. I'll go get my things." My voice sounded peaky. I felt like a half spooked cat, twitchy with my hackles raised, as I waved to Bruce and exited his enormous office. Cool your jets, Selina. It isn't like this is your first date with the guy.
I was rummaging through my desk when it hit me.
This really was my first date with the guy. Sure Batman and I, as Catwoman, would fend off crime, more or less, together and we were close enough in the office... But never any dates. Then again there were the steamy makeout sessions on the rooftops of Gotham, I shiver involuntarily at the memories...
o o o o o o o o o o o
I unlocked my iPhone and dialed the line to Wayne manor, after two rings I hear the kindly voice of Alfred.
"Master Bruce, is everything alright?" His tone was an unsettling mixture of relief and anxiety.
"Yes, Alfred. I'm sorry I didn't call earlier, I ran into Selina at the office and-"
"Say no more Master Bruce, what is it that you have called me for?" Alfred's voice quickly turned giddy. I roll my eyes.
"Well I was just wondering if you could put something together for Selina and I. She is coming back to the manor with me and-"
"Again, say no more, I will have something prepared by the time you two get here. Have I ever told you how fond I am of Miss Kyle?" Again, Alfred interrupted me. Of course I didn't mind, because it was simply hilarious how happy he sounded.
"I don't think you have, Alfred, but I am sure we can discuss that over dinner." I roll my eyes again and run my left hand through my hair.
"Alright Master Bruce, one last question. Will you be dining in the formal hall, in the kitchen or in your room, Sir?" My eyes popped wide open.
"Alfred!" I gasped in mock-horror
"Only a joke, Sir... only a joke. Goodbye, see you soooon." Alfred drew out the word "soon" in a sing-song manner. I couldn't help but laugh.
"Goodbye, Alfred, perverted old man..." I scoff and I hear him burst out laughing on the other line before he hangs up. I roll my eyes and chuckle at out conversation. How I loved my butler, my Alfred.
I was leaned up against the corner of my desk facing away from the door when Selina stepped in sprinting over to where her shoes were. Instead of slipping them on she shoved them into her bag and turned ans smiled at me. Selina was one beautiful woman. She had sparkling green eyes, raven colored hair and light caramel colored skin, she always dressed nice too... today she was wearing a black dress shirt with the sleeves folded up to her elbows. The shirt was tucked into her jeans, which were high wasted and had flare bottoms.
"You ready?" I ask.
"Yes... where is your car parked?" Selina walked over to me and leaned up against the desk beside me.
I blinked. Where was my car? Then it hit me.
"I didn't bring a car... per se." I pursed my lips.
"What did you bring, then? A motorcycle?" Selina turned to me and smiled with a twinkle in her eye.
"No... I brought a Batmobile." I shut my eyes. Smooth move Brucey.
"Oh my god. Seriously?" Selina stood up and grasped my hand. "Question one: where the hell is it parked, and Question two: how fast does it go?" I opened my eyes to look and see Selina beaming.
"Weeeell that's the tricky part getting to it... you see-- you have to get to it through a tunnel... in a pod... that fits one person, and I would say she can go about two hundred... maybe more with the booster."
"Show me." Selina purred, intertwining her fingers with mine.
o o o o o o o o o o o
I. Was. Going. To. Ride. In. The. Mother-Freakin'. Batmobile.
Hell yes! Though it wasn't really my first time in it, I would still jump at any chance to be inside it... with Bruce of course, without him, I'm sure that I would either: A, blow it up or B, not know how to drive it and end up crashing it. Neither of those did I want to happen.
Bruce drug me along, though I wouldn't really say it was dragging, as I was more than willing to follow him.
Bruce walked in long strides over to the wall opposite the all glass one, and stopped abruptly at a painting that was wall-length. It was pretty enough, but more more than a little too abstract for my taste. Bruce's fingers were still interlaced with mine and my heart did a little lurch right into my throat.
Bruce then started to press little points on the painting that were little yellow speckles. I cocked my head a little to the side, and then was leaning sharply to the left; relying on Bruce for support with my right hand. There it was, though subtle, if you tipped your head to the left and connected the little yellow dots, you got a very nice outline of a BatSymbol. Bruce had stopped tapping the points of the symbol and now was typing on a little pad that now was in the center of the abstract bat-symbol painting. There were thirty buttons, all blank, excluding the last four; which had an asterisk, forward slash, back slash, and a dash mark printed on them.
Bruce tapped the 11, 25, 12, and 5 buttons, then the 30th one that was the dash. He began tapping away again, starting with 20, 8, and the 5; he hit the dash button again, then began tapping another set of numbers; 20, 15, 13, 3, 1, and then 20.
I jumped back when the painting began to slide upwards, receding back into a gap in the ceiling that wasn't there before.
"Startled, Selina?" Bryce says with a hint of laughter.
"Psh, no." I scoff. The pod that was now sticking out of the wall where the painting once hung was nearly as tall as the ceiling. I was still holding Bruce's hand. It made my heart skip a beat.
"Shall we?" Bruce gestured to the pod and smiled a dazzling smile.
"We shall." I beamed right back at him.
Bruce releases my hand and I struggle to hush the whimper that wants to escape my throat.
Bruce places his right hand onto the glass of the pod, it reacts to the touch and etches a grid mark around his hand.
"Handprint and pin code authenticated. Identify yourself, please." A mechanical sounding female voice requests.
"Bruce Wayne and guest." He says clearly.
"Please state the identity of the guest. Guest, place your hand on the interface and state your name." The same mechanical voice addressed me this time. I took a few steps foreword and pressed my hand to the interface, the same grid mark forming around my hand.
"Selina Kyle." I state as clear as I can.
"Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle identified. Proceed. The glass called, the interface, slid aside to reveal the tiny space of the pod.
"Damn, it is pretty cozy in there." I eye the interior of the pod dubiously. It looked kinda plush inside, like a bed all over.
Or a coffin. The back of my brain nags.
"How I see it, we both could most likely fit if I held you." The devious side of me licked her lips.
"'Kay." I say simply, taking a single step back to steady myself, then launching myself into Bruce's arms.