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anythingdrabbleTitle: The Bat Queen
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Catwoman
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Selina's had enough.
She was waiting for him when he came into the room. Bruce froze, then slowly quirked a single eyebrow at Selina who stood not in her costume or in sexy lingerie but rather in her wedding dress with a whip in her hand. "Did I do something wrong? Or are we just renewing our wedding vows already?"
"We haven't been very loyal to our wedding vows lately." He noted that she had been to get her fingernails done sometime that afternoon while he'd been bored to death in meetings at Wayne Enterprises. They gleamed, freshly sharpened and blood red in the flickering candlelight. "Between work and more work, you've left me a very dull girl. That's not what I signed up for." She mewed.
"Selina -- " Suddenly, he realized she had not even allowed her cats into their master chamber. For that matter, he had not seen Alfred. He was certain the old man was fine, but his wife clearly had her mind made up!
A smile flickered over his lips but wavered away. He supposed the kids could handle Gotham, for the night, but it seemed that every time they tried to take a few minutes --
Before his thought could complete, her whip snaked forward and wrapped around his neck. She didn't strike as hard as she could have, but her point was clear. She yanked him to her, forcing him onto his knees before her.
"That is not," she stated again, cupping his face in her hands and scratching his stubbled cheeks just hard enough to draw eight tiny trickles of blood, "what I signed up for."
"What did you sign up for?" he questioned, digging his nails into the leather of the whip as he tried to free himself.
She smirked. "I'm going to show you tonight, Brucey. I'm going to remind you I'm not a woman to be taken for granted." She yanked him further, making him bow before her. His face almost collided in her middle as she pulled him, but she stepped back just enough and just in time.
He looked at her, wide-eyed and thoroughly surprised. But then, slowly, he started to smile truthfully. "If we have time, I'd like to -- "
"Oh, we have time," she purred. "Everybody else is on alert tonight, including Alfred. He's taken Oracle's place for the evening while she commands in the field. I'm commanding in this field."
She tightened her whip, and he grunted out, "Yes, ma'am." But he was grinning, and so was she as she leaned forward and ran her tongue down the full length of his face. Then she bit his lips before kissing him and thrusting her tongue into him.
The moment he began to moan, however, she snatched away. "It's not going to be that easy." She kicked him onto his back and then straddled him. Bruce realized instantly that she was wearing nothing underneath the gown. "You're going to remember tonight. Gotham is now your mistress. I'm your Queen."
The End
Fandom: Batman
Characters/Pairings: Batman/Catwoman
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13/T
Summary: Selina's had enough.
She was waiting for him when he came into the room. Bruce froze, then slowly quirked a single eyebrow at Selina who stood not in her costume or in sexy lingerie but rather in her wedding dress with a whip in her hand. "Did I do something wrong? Or are we just renewing our wedding vows already?"
"We haven't been very loyal to our wedding vows lately." He noted that she had been to get her fingernails done sometime that afternoon while he'd been bored to death in meetings at Wayne Enterprises. They gleamed, freshly sharpened and blood red in the flickering candlelight. "Between work and more work, you've left me a very dull girl. That's not what I signed up for." She mewed.
"Selina -- " Suddenly, he realized she had not even allowed her cats into their master chamber. For that matter, he had not seen Alfred. He was certain the old man was fine, but his wife clearly had her mind made up!
A smile flickered over his lips but wavered away. He supposed the kids could handle Gotham, for the night, but it seemed that every time they tried to take a few minutes --
Before his thought could complete, her whip snaked forward and wrapped around his neck. She didn't strike as hard as she could have, but her point was clear. She yanked him to her, forcing him onto his knees before her.
"That is not," she stated again, cupping his face in her hands and scratching his stubbled cheeks just hard enough to draw eight tiny trickles of blood, "what I signed up for."
"What did you sign up for?" he questioned, digging his nails into the leather of the whip as he tried to free himself.
She smirked. "I'm going to show you tonight, Brucey. I'm going to remind you I'm not a woman to be taken for granted." She yanked him further, making him bow before her. His face almost collided in her middle as she pulled him, but she stepped back just enough and just in time.
He looked at her, wide-eyed and thoroughly surprised. But then, slowly, he started to smile truthfully. "If we have time, I'd like to -- "
"Oh, we have time," she purred. "Everybody else is on alert tonight, including Alfred. He's taken Oracle's place for the evening while she commands in the field. I'm commanding in this field."
She tightened her whip, and he grunted out, "Yes, ma'am." But he was grinning, and so was she as she leaned forward and ran her tongue down the full length of his face. Then she bit his lips before kissing him and thrusting her tongue into him.
The moment he began to moan, however, she snatched away. "It's not going to be that easy." She kicked him onto his back and then straddled him. Bruce realized instantly that she was wearing nothing underneath the gown. "You're going to remember tonight. Gotham is now your mistress. I'm your Queen."
The End
