still thinking about this one painel in detective comics #526 with talia and selina driving away together after helping bruce with a case (mind u, at this time bruce wasn't going out with any of them, but with vicky vale)
I was reading this “all you need to know about DC” and I was skimming through, trying to find my favs. And. They were just. Not shown.
All the times Dick showed up, it was more like “Two-face/Penguin’s enemies include Batman, Robin, and Nightwing” or that Dick was a worse Batman than Jim Gordon and Jean-Paul (not that I have anything against either of them, it is just that I had never even heard that Jim had ever been Batman prior to then, and for several people, their memory of Jean-Paul’s time as Batman has been soiled by his crimes)
And Deathstroke literally only showed up in the dark magic section?!
Like… what? Since when has that been his main affiliation? Like yes, he may have had the magic golden weapons, but he isn’t known for it. He is known for being a skilled mercenary. Why not include a whole page on him, someone who has fought a majority of the Justice League and incredibly known for his time fighting the titans rather than an image which labeled him as Deathstroke. He literally has more TV/Movie appearances than Batgirl, who got more of a presence in the book
The book was also very pro BruSelina. Not that that is a bad thing, but I think the book was also a bit anti Talia. Which is not a good thing.
It also described Harley and Ivy as “best friends”.
Like, sure, they were shown to have canonically fucked and confess feelings, but yeah, just best friends.
But it did include honorable mention to Midnighter and Apollo as romantically together, so that’s a good bonus.
"It wasn’t always like that, when they were young, it was sweet. Some nights could be a little rougher, but never like this. Back then, when love was new and recognizable, before he broke her heart beyond repair, their kisses didn’t have an undertaste of metal."
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Another gala, another fight, they take the edge of their frustrations with each other on a bathroom sink.
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If the urge to insert his fingers in his ears and sing lalala loudly every time Alfred began to go on and on about him and Selina (and the most recent reason was an incident that may or not obligated Alfred to track a reporter that planned to publish compromising pictures of Catwoman and Batman getting busy on a rooftop. The reporter had suddenly found a position in Detroit that he didn't remember applying to. A fortunate surprise after his apartment had been destroyed in a fire, a pity, really, nothing could have been saved. Not even a somehow high resolution close of Catwoman's bliss transfixed face that Bruce wished to keep as... evidence), only heaven above knew how unbearable Alfred would be when he got home after that night.
It started with a job he had been busy with. So busy even Helena had noticed his preoccupation. A woman had confessed to a murder he knew she didn't do, and she wasn't the first one. The cases were identical, both featuring a crime scene that was too neatly set, with no other DNA found other than the victim’s, and in both cases, the fingerprints of the women accused were so perfectly stamped on the murder weapon, that there was no way it wasn’t a set up. There was no motivation convincing linking the women to their alleged victms. And the execution type of murder didn’t fit their profiles.
He had tried to talk with the accused women, but it didn’t go well. When he picked his motif for the Batman, after he realised that he would never conquer fear, and decided instead to become one with it, back then, it didn't occur to him, that scared and possibly being blackmailed women wouldn't want to confide in him.
And then, the weirdest thing happened, a third victim was found, but the murderess was no way near the crime scene. Unlike the two other ones that seemed to be waiting for the cops. Instead, CCTV recording of her was caught boarding to a plane to Italy under the alias Irena Dubrovna.
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"Why did you do it, Selina?" He used his ventriloquist skills to ask her as he pretended to greet her with a kiss on the cheek, as it was known now that they used to be friends, although he was still to public acknowledge Helena as his heiress. Selina’s now long curls were in a sexy half-updo and brushed softly against his face, his hand itched to pull the pins and let them fall over her naked shoulders, but how could he do that when they were in public and there was another man with his arm around her waist?
Selina just gave him an annoyed look that didn't match her fake smile at all.
The moment must have last a little too long, for Selina's date Spencer Hill – a man almost in 60's and obscenely rich – cleaned his throat and Bruce stepped back, returning to his own date. Her name was Lina, Lisa, something with a L. She was a nurse he met while taking Dick a doctor’s appointment. His original plan was to go to that gala alone, but Alfred insisted that he should take a date, especially after the incident with the reporter. She had been nice at the hospital, and was very pretty, and maybe, sometimes, Alfred’s insistence that he should move on and meet a nice girl almost sounded doable.
But then he saw Selina in that shoulderless green dress.
"Nice too meet you," his date said, shaking Spencer’s hand, and awkwardly introducing herself since Bruce had forgotten, too busy shooting arrows at Selina or imagining what she was wearing under her emerald green slip dress. One of those. "I'm Linda Paige."
Bruce tried to force his eyes away from Selina, but they kept returning to her even after he put his hand on the small of Linda's back and faked an overdramatic ashamed expression.
"Oh, soooorry,” he sing-songed in his high pitched Brucie voice, “I didn’t mean to be rude. It’s just I spent the last decade travelling all over Africa and South America, I’m a still getting used to western formalities."
The other man let out a loud obnoxious laugh, and Bruce bit a smirk when he noticed that Selina seemed to be trying urge her eyes to manifest laser rays powerful enough to separate his arm from Linda's body.
“So that’s what the lost prince of Gotham did all this time!”
“Among other things, my internal journey was the real trip. I’m so much more spiritually enlightened now, unlike people who stay always in the same place.”
"But Bruce, dear," Selina said spitting sweet poison. "Life will be quite different now you have someone relying on you. Can't hardly take off whenever you want. At least, you shouldn't."
His smile was a little sharper than it should after that, almost breaking his Brucie façade. As expected, Selina went straight to his throat. Bruce only wished she was doing it in a less figurative way.
"So is it true?” Spencer asked, genuine surprise mixed with barely hidden sneer. “You really took a strange orphan in? How courageous."
"I do what I can," Bruce said between his teeth, and then took a real sip from his champagne flute. How easy was for other to forget that he was also an orphan. Courageous, he called Bruce, as if Dick was something dangerous and unworthy.
"Spencer, dearest," Selina's voice despite calling another's name, felt like a balm, "isn't that Edward? You said you wanted to chat with him."
He watched her leave with the old man. What was the point of all that? Dating that man, old enough to be her father and a despicable human being (Bruce was building proof that his business with Lexcorp weren’t exactly clean); meddling with cases that had nothing to do her; aiding criminals to flee from justice. Why couldn’t she just stay out of trouble? It was bad enough that she insisted on keeping her criminal activities despite having no real need to do it.
“Mr Wayne, are you listening to me?”
He was, sort of, a little bit. It’s just Selina was walking away from Spencer Hill and his ancient friends, she even had the nerve of throwing him a superior look over her shoulder and the gleam of what he supposed to be a stolen Rolex sparkled swiftly against the curve of her exposed thigh, imperceptible to someone who didn’t know her like he did.
“I’m sorry, Miss Page, I need to…” the excuse died incomplete, as he was gone too fast.
Selina was applying lipstick when he entered the bathroom after her.
“It’s clearly occupied,” she said coolly, but didn’t seen surprised the least by his presence.
Bruce locked the door behind him.
“Why did you help Elisabeth Slaten to flee from justice?”
She rolled her eyes, but didn’t turn to look at him, her thumb sliding across the edge of her lower lip, fixing possible smudge of her deep red lipstick. The gesture was so simple, so ordinary, and still he couldn’t conjure anything more sensual. He wanted to make the same path of her thumb with the tip of his tongue.
“Please,” she said in a bored tone, closing the lipstick cap and placing it inside her little purse, “you know she didn’t do it.”
“That’s not for you to decide.”
That made her turn around, hands resting on the sink behind her, framing her thighs.
“Who’s it then? You?” She paused, but when he moved his mouth to speak, she continued, “you let those two other women to go to jail. And the killer is still out there. Great help you have been.”
He walked into her personal space, head lowered to keep their eyes locked in a fierce gaze.
“Why do you care? What happened to looking out for number one? You don’t even know this people.”
Her smile of disdain morphed into a bitter frown.
“You still have no idea of who I am, don’t you? What do I care? What do you? I know what is to be trapped in an impossible situation with no one to rely on.”
That hurt, and he didn’t have a good comeback, so he grabbed her by her hips, and then pushed her body against the sink. Bruce waited a few moments, waited for any sign of rejection, and when it didn’t, he crashed his mouth against hers, ruining all her careful work, the words “I’ll never leave again, please believe me, please,” mute against her lips.
Selina’s hand went to his hair, pulling him closer. It drove him crazy when she did that, the raw need of her actions, the way in one moment she wouldn’t dare to shake his hand and as soon as they were alone, it felt like she wanted to melt her body to his. Their passion so vicious, it felt consuming, as if both of them could disappear into oblivion.
It wasn’t always like that, when they were young, it was sweet. Some nights could be a little rougher, but never like this. Back then, when love was new and recognizable, before he broke her heart beyond repair, their kisses didn’t have an undertaste of metal.
The leg exposed by her dress hooked around one of Bruce’s inviting his body to push harder against hers. She meweled softly inside the kiss when she felt how hard he already was against her.
Bruce's heart faltered and a tinge of fear froze the pit of Bruce stomach when instead of painfully pleasurable, her pulling of his hair became strong enough to break the kiss.
"Can't find... oh" she mumbled through laborous respiration, and Bruce almost laughed when he noticed what was happening. She had no trouble with the ins and outs of his crotch when both of them were in costume under the darkness of the Gotham streets, but in this well lit fancy bathroom, he had her so worked up, that she couldn't concentrate enough to solve the buckle of the belt he picked for tonight.
After a bit more of fumbling, Bruce took pity of her and helped.
"Never wear this frustrating thing ever again," she ordered pulling the strip of leather a little more firmer than the necessary, making the friction of his hard on against her pelvic bone all the more delicious.
He chuckled against her ear.
"Thought you were good opening things," Bruce sucked behind her ear and made a path of fire, licking and kissing down her neck, "is that the reason you're changing career paths?"
Selina slapped his face back to be facing her.
"Fuck you," she hissed, her right hand now successfully inside his trousers and around his cock.
Bruce let out a guttural moan, the sting on his face only adding to his building pleasure. The hands on her hips slid down her thighs, then grabbed them firmly, pulling Selina up and sitting her on the sink.
"In a moment," he promised against her lips before kissing her again, Selina's thumb sweetly caressing the reddening print her hand had just made on his skin. That was them now, an oxymoron, anger and tenderness. Neve one without the other. Nerve uncomplicated.
As pleasure rose, she broke the kiss again.
“What?” Bruce asked confused.
“Shhh,” she made, pushing his face back down, but instead of a kiss, she pressed her forehead against his, looking straight into his eyes while her hand worked on him rentlessly.
What wouldn’t he give to know what went behind that mind of hers. What wouldn’t he do to understand?
Nights like this were fantastic, but ended all too soon. And he was tired of going home alone, was tired of the vast desert of him bed. Tired of having her only in stolen moments that they pretended never happened after.
“Enough,” he said in a low voice, using all his self-control to step back from her.
Selina sighed and pulled the heam of her shimmering emerald dress up, opening her legs to him.
“No underwear?” He asked in a weak voice, his whole body so hot with desire, he felt a lite faint. He pulled her legs apart roughly, taking a good look.
“Couldn’t find one that didn’t show through the dress,” she explained, hands roaming up his chest and shoulders, massaging him absently as she waited.
Selina moaned out loud when he ran his hand through her inner thigh, pressing against her cunt.
“Love, you are so wet,” he marvelled.
She chuckled.
“Do something about it,” she dared, but threw daggers through her eyes when he pulled back his hand.
He hugged her, pressing his face against her sweet neck, hands felting the curves of her body until he found the zipper of her dress, pulling it down.
Her expression moved from an annoyed horny one to surprised and more horny when he put one of her now freed nipples inside his mouth, eyes intensily seeking hers as he sucked hard just like she liked it.
“Come on, baby, please, someone oh... Someone will come.”
“You will,” he said pulling back only to give her other breast the same treatment despite her sounds of impatience.
“Promisses, promisses,” she breathed.
When he was satisfied, Bruce kissed her up, through her sternum, suckling her throat, he got a glimpse of them through the mirror, although it was mostly blocked by her hair.
And then he was inside her.
Selina cried out and held fast to the fixtures of the twin vanity lights around the mirror.
There was no way he was going to last going that way against her, the whole countertop shook with every thrust. Bruce hoisted her legs up, taking great advantage of her short stature to drive them to a deeper angle.
Selina slid with the change, her sweaty palms skidding down the mirror making a high pitched noise, her face a mask of abandon which only motivated Bruce to go harder, he could feel she was close by the way she was felt around him.
He rested her legs on his shoulders and leaned closer to her, pulling her up by her waist into a more comfortable position. Selina’s body was hard with the foretelling promise of a powerful orgasm.
“Come home with me,” he begged against her ear, her curls gluing to the sweat of his brow.
She just cried, babbling nonsense as he fucked her through her tearing orgasm.
After her body relaxed from the spasms, becoming boneless and putty, he pulled her arms up, hooking them around his neck, and started kissing her cheek as his rhythm slowered, but did not falter.
“I meant it,” he pleaded against her ear.
Selina sighed, holding him closer, she smiled, a sad thing on her spent face, and then she kissed him.
That hurt more than a straight rejection, and when he came inside her, the pleasure was laced with pain.
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Been meaning to write this angsty middle-Four Names piece for a long while now. Decide to pick it up to warm up to the oncoming WW chapter. Since I moved to the countryside and have family, I haven’t used English as much and it’s terrible to keep a fluency when there’s a long gap since you communicated through a second language. ANYWAY, thank my cousin Jen for taking to watch the Batman and helping me to pick Spencer’s name hahaha
And thank *you* so much for reading, please let me know what you thought of this angry horny piece XDD
Is Bruce and Selina being but not fucking legally married canon or not canon? Like, do fans accept it or not?
I actually liked the idea of both of them coming to terms that Selina didn't feel heroic about leaving Bruce for Batman and Bruce learning that being Batman and being happy is not exclusive. Except, the fact that they both jumped into marriage immediately (when they should go to actually dating because they have issues that a day worth of talking isn't enough to get their shit together for a lasting relationship) and without legally getting papers to do so only reinforces my belief that BatCat is not my cup of tea or a solid relationship.
Bruce and Selina have never spent any time together for prolonged time as a normal couple. For people like them, they need to be able to grow familiar to each other's less than thrilling lifestyle (by which I mean, not as Cat or Bat, always needing the sense of chase between them but as Bruce who can't do house chores and neither can Selina despite popular belief), which they are clearly not as Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle. Selina needs to get familiarize with Bruce's children, Bruce fucking needs to understand that having a relationship means co-parenting (his youngest is Damian, who is a 13-year-old, and his children are always his children, no matter their age) and Selina needs to realize that too.
She's not marrying Bruce, she's marrying all the shit that Bruce is also going to put his hoard of children/family though.
Also, this is probably a personal thing but I strongly believed that by legally officiating their marriage, it would have done a SOLID on their relationship. Like, Bruce didn't turn on the opposite side of law because he thought he was above it or something. He thought it was corrupt and justice couldn't be carried out because of it.
Clearly they haven't talked much about this kind of topics, and that just emphasized that Selina is great at understanding Batman but not the inner stuffs that don't surfaces during their rooftop flirting dresses as furry animals, but legalizing his relationship actually means a lot to Bruce.
I mean, he adopted Jason, Dick, Cass, and Tim. He didn't need to adopt Dick, not when he was an adult, but he did. He didn't actually need to adopt Cass or Tim, but he did. The same with Jason too. He didn't need to, but he wanted to and it brought both Bruce and his children's happiness.
Like, Bruce not wanting to legalize his marriage is bullshit. He wanted to legalize his relationship to Dick and Tim as his adopted son, waited to do so and struggled to find the right moment to bring it up because he feared the rejection.
That is not the same guy who does not care to legalize his marriage to a lady he wants to be happy with. Bruce will totally want to have a legalized marriage.
who are your favorite canon love interests for all the batboys?
Canon, huh?
So for Dick, I prefer DickKori. I just love Kori. DickBabs is fine, nothing against it, I just prefer DickKori. I also like DickShawn but I don’t think they are endgame, they both have too much of a temper.
For Jason? JayArtemis. JayRose has potential but I would have to see it to have an opinion on it. JayKara is awesome to but I’m not sure if they count as canon, there’s canon interest but they haven’t gone out yet.
For Tim it’s TimSteph. Steph is awesome, I don’t think I need to explain myself, do I?
For Bruce BruTalia and BruSelina. It would have been really nice if Talia had left the League for Bruce, it’s not like she enjoys it there anyway from what I can tell. And BatCat is iconic. I have some interest in BruDiana too. It’s funny, the comics are all about ClarkDiana but the animated series were all BruDiana so maybe I am a minority there.
Damian hasn’t really had any big love interests since he’s so young, but DamiMar'i, DamiEmiko and DamiMaya maybe?
