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The Erotic Adventures of Batgirl, Pt. 3


The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes
of consenting adults engaged in sexual activities. It includes
characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This story is
intended for the non-commerical enjoyment of the author and
his friends. No copyright infringement is intended and no
profit will be made from the distribution of this story.


Part Three

Bruce Wayne


Bruce Wayne awoke with a start. He had another nightmare.
This was not uncommon. He often had nightmares. One dream
in particular tended to haunt him. The vision of his parent's
death at the hands of a gunman visited him on a regular basis.

But this dream was different than most. It had been hot, he had
slept with no covers. He threw his legs over the edge of the
bed and stood. His erection formed a tent in the front of his
pajama bottoms. Yet, he felt no urgent need to urinate. The
dream, this dream, had been a dirty dream.

He sat back down on the edge of the bed. He normally
preferred *not* to remember his dreams. But he wanted to
remember this one.

He calmed his mind and cleared it of all thoughts. The dream
began to come back to him as he closed his eyes.

He was naked in the dream. No, not totally naked. He was
wearing the cape and cowl, but naked underneath. And there
were women in the dream. He tried to remember their faces.
One by one, the faces came back to him.

Silver. Vicky. Talia. Barbara. Selina.

Silver St. Cloud; Vicky Vale; Talia, Ras Al Ghul's lovely
daughter; Barbara Gordon, Batgirl; and Selina Kyle, the
Catwoman.

He reopened his eyes. They had been naked in the dream too.
And offering themselves to him.

In reality, outside of the dream, he *had* slept with the first
three. He even thought at the time that he had loved all three.
He'd seen the other two naked. Just the night before. And they
had both kissed him the way only a lover should.

As he walked from his master bedroom, Bruce Wayne put on
a robe and headed down to breakfast.Try as he might, he
couldn't decipher the dream. Bruce finally decided it was
merely sexual wish fulfillment. He smiled briefly when he
thought about all those lovely ladies: platinum blonde, blonde,
brunette, redhead, and raven-haired. All the colors of a female
rainbow.

****

Batman sat at the desk in his cavern office. He had spent the
day here. Bruce Wayne was after all the CEO and Chairman
of the Board of Wayne Enterprises; he could take a day off if
he wanted. Batman had taken the night before off, sort of.
Now it was back to work.

He had spent the day net-surfing. Computers were becoming
an increasingly important part of everyday life. They were
also becoming an increasingly valuable tool in criminology.

He had, however, come up empty. Not that he hadn't tried.

WayneTech was considered a fine company and made excellent
computers. They were simply coming from behind. IBM, HP,
and DEC had made it there first. To make up the difference,
Wayne had borrowed an idea from Apple. He gave enormous
quantities of his computer equipment to schools and
universities. WayneTech did, of course, get a sizable tax
break. The goal, however, was not to save money. It was to
seed computers into the schools so that the next generation of
workers would be skilled in their use. The fact that they were
trained on WayneTech systems only went to help future sales.

One such university that relied heavily on the generosity of
WayneTech was Gotham State University. His alma mater.
And that of Barbara Gordon.

Although WayneTech computers were considered second tier,
WayneSoft had an excellent reputation. Microsoft was first
with microcomputer software, but WayneSoft had the market
lead on most other types of software, including the software
that ran on the WayneTech mainframes.

Long before anyone else heard of microkernel architecture for
an operating system, WayneSoft's Computer Monitor System
(CMS) was built around a small and very fast core module. It
was the only part of the computer that the user could not alter.
This was for security reasons. It was also the part of the
system that had hidden instructions which allowed Batman a
backdoor into any computer running it.

Batman had logged into the Gotham State University computer
system and spent a better part of the day looking for
information about Barbara Gordon. He looked through her
transcripts and read her thesis. It was on the applied
application of computer technology in libraries. The girl was
ahead of her time, he thought. If she ever gives up being
Batgirl, I might just have to hire her to run this system.

But no where could he find any indication of aberrant
behavior. Not while she was in college, not in the work
records he'd gleaned from the Gotham City Public Library
(also a WayneTech CMS system).

He didn't let his conscience bother him. After last night, he
figured he'd already stepped over the line by invading her
privacy. Batman considered his actions normal in the course of
his investigation of any criminal. But Barbara Gordon was no
criminal. She was just having lesbian sex with one.

The intercom beeped. Batman looked at the time display on the
nearest computer screen. It was almost 10:30 pm. It was nice
and dark by now, time to begin patrol. Alfred was probably
just reminding him to eat something first. "Yes, Alfred," he
said.

"Master Bruce, you have a visitor."

"This late. Who is it?"

"I believe it's Batgirl."

"Batgirl?"

"Yes, she's here to speak with Mr. Wayne."

"I'll be right up. Give me time to change."

"I'll keep her entertained, Sir."

****

"Are you sure you wouldn't like a drink, Madam?" Alfred was
asking Batgirl as Bruce Wayne walked into the entryway of
the mansion.

"Maybe some mineral water," she replied.

At first glance, Bruce thought it was Catwoman. Batgirl had
changed her costume. Instead of the black bodysuit with big
gold bat across the chest and a black cape with purple lining,
she was wearing a simple black full-length bodysuit. A much
smaller gray bat-symbol was above her right breast. The cowl
seemed trimmer also, but that might just have been because
her shorter hair didn't come out the back like it used to. She
wore black gloves and long, lace-up black boots. Like
Catwoman's catsuit, the boots were soft soled to prevent noise.

Only the ears of the cowl were different than Catwoman's
costume, more pointed, like those on his own cowl.

"Batgirl?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Wayne. I'm sorry for dropping by so late."

"That's okay," he said. "I had a monster party last night and
was still recuperating. I didn't have any plans for tonight." He
tried to cover for looking at her so intently, "I thought you
wore a cape?"

"It's a new costume. The cape tended to get in the way," she
explained.

"Oh," he said. "Well, it certainly shows off your body." He
played the womanizing playboy to the hilt. Which wasn't
difficult considering that the bodysuit *did* hug her curves
and it reminded him that he'd seen her naked twice in the last
two nights.

He was somewhat concerned with the new costume. It *was*
more suited for night work than the original one. The purple
and yellow trim made Batgirl's original costume look like
something that a schoolgirl would design. But then, that was
exactly what it had been.

The new one was just too close to Catwoman's. More evidence
of Catwoman's influence on Batgirl? Oh, well, he thought, one
step forward, one step back.

Batgirl didn't answer Bruce's come on. He did notice a slight
blush coloring the parts of her checks that were visible from
under the cowl. Inwardly, he sighed. She's just got to be more
careful. That blush is the same one she had last night when I
caught her and Selina sneaking down the stairs after their little
session with Bob Jones.

"Won't you come into the parlor. It's far more comfortable.
And cooler. The mansion is old, you know. The air
conditioner just doesn't cool off this entryway the way it
should."

"Of course," she said.

Batgirl followed Wayne into the parlor adjoining the
entryway. Alfred followed a moment later with a tray and two
bottles of mineral water. He also had two glasses of ice on the
tray.

Batgirl took a seat on the couch and Bruce leaned on the back
of the easy chair. As Alfred served the water to their guest,
Bruce realized that this arrangement was far too close to their
positions in Barbara's apartment several nights before. He
strolled casually to the window.

The Batsignal was flashing in the sky. There was nothing he
could do until Batgirl left.

"So, what brings you here this evening. Surely you don't
suspect me of some heinous crime," he laughed.

"Of course not, Mr. Wayne."

"Please, call me Bruce," he turned on the charm.

"Yes, Mr. ... Bruce." She took a long drink from the water.
He imaged how good it tasted. With the hot and humid weather
that Gotham had been suffering, he knew exactly how hot it
was under a cowl like hers. "I wanted to discuss some business
with you."

"Business?"

"Yes. I have a friend who is looking to change careers. I
thought you might be in a position to hire her as a consultant."

"A consultant. In what field?" Bruce asked.

"She is a bit of a security expert."

"I have several very good experts already," he explained.
"Why would I want to bring your friend on?"

"Mr. Wayne," she said, deciding to remain formal. Batgirl
found it easier to disguise her voice that way. "I understand
you're a philanthropist. You contribute vast sums of your
money to worthy causes. Consider this job a form of
rehabilitation."

"Rehabilitation? Who exactly are we talking about?"

"Her name is Selina Kyle. You might know her best from the
newspapers. The media nicknamed her 'Catwoman.'"

Alarms went off in Bruce's head. She's getting very sloppy, he
thought. It was enough to introduce Selina Kyle as Barbara
Gordon's friend. But to introduce Catwoman as Batgirl's
friend was cutting it way too close. It wouldn't take a genius to
put two and two together.

"Catwoman!" he exclaimed. "I wouldn't want to hire Gotham's
most famous catburgler as a security consultant. And you
consider her a friend?!?" He did his best to sound incredulous.

"Mr. Wayne, I have evidence that she's willing to go straight.
But to do so, she needs a decent job. Her skills with security
systems are legendary. It would be like when you gave the
young gentleman that broke into your computer system a job
as a programmer. It gave him a chance to put his talents to
good use, rather than bad."

Still sloppy, he thought. Now she's sounding more and more
like Barbara when she gives her idealist talks to her father.

"Well," he laughed, "You almost sound like a young friend of
mine. Always extolling me to do the right thing."

This time she hide the blush. Or didn't realize he was talking
about Barbara Gordon.

"But what about the gems she stole from the museum lately?"

Batgirl finished drinking the mineral water and stood up. She
walked to stand beside Bruce at the window. "The Batsignal,"
she pointed out. "That's probably Police Commissioner
Gordon summoning Batman right now to tell him that the
gems were returned to Police Headquarters this afternoon."

"Oh," he said.

"Yes. She wants to make a change in her life. You're the only
one in Gotham I could turn to. Batman and the police are too
skeptical to believe me. Offer her a job so she doesn't have to
steal for a living and she'll be a changed woman." With that,
Batgirl left. She was across the floor and out the entryway
before Bruce could reply. It was obviously a tactic meant to
give her the last word. He often used it himself.

****

"Are all the gems there?" Batman asked as he stepped through
the open window into Gordon's office.

Gordon jumped at the sound of the Dark Knight's voice. "How
did you know?"

Batman didn't answer him. The gems were laid out on a tray
on Gordon's desk. A police forensics expert was cataloging the
gems against the crime report from the museum. "It appears
so," Gordon admitted. "A package just turned up on my desk
this afternoon. I went out for lunch with my daughter Barbara
and when I came back, here they were."

Barbara slipped them there when he had his back turned,
Batman thought. She's certainly sticking her neck out of this
one.

Batman picked up one of the gems and held it up to look at it
in the ceiling light. "Not fakes," he said.

Gordon wasn't sure if it was a question or a statement. "We're
going to have a museum expert look at them tomorrow
morning. But I don't think so."

Chief Detective Bullock hurried into the office. "You were
right Commissioner. They were Selina Kyle's fingerprints on
them. Yo, Bats."

"Detective," Batman acknowledged Bullock. He turned back to
Gordon, "What sort of container were they in?"

"This bag," Gordon said. He handed Batman a canvas bank
bag. Batman gave the bag a cursory look and handed it back to
Gordon.

Small enough to conceal in a purse, Batman thought. And a
type of fabric that wouldn't leave fingerprints. Maybe you're
not as sloppy as I thought, Barbara.

"So, I guess Batgirl was right. Catwoman does want to go
straight," Gordon said. But once again, Batman was already
gone.

****

"Mr. Wayne, you have a visitor," his secretary announced on
the intercom. "She doesn't have an appointment."

"Who is it?" he asked.

"A Ms Kyle," the secretary said.

Bruce had been waiting two days for this. He'd assumed that
Batgirl's visit was merely the opening move, intended to
introduce him to the idea. He was sure that Selina Kyle would
come see him herself.

"Send her in," he told the secretary.

"But, Mr. Wayne, you have an appointment with Mr. Fox in
twenty minutes."

"Delay it. Lucius will understand. Send Ms Kyle in please."

A moment later, the secretary lead Selina Kyle into Bruce's
office. Selina was wearing a simply outfit; black silk long-
sleeved blouse and medium length skirt. The same colors as
the night of the party, but an entirely different look.

"Ms Kyle, so good to see you again," Bruce said, rising from
his desk to greet her.

"Mr. Wayne," she said.

The secretary left, closing the door behind her. Selina looked
directly into Bruce's eyes. She slowly and deliberately wetted
her lips and said, "I had so much fun at your party."

"Well, thank you," he said. He motioned for her to take one of
the chairs in front of his desk. He waited for her to sit and
than sat down himself. He noticed her long smooth legs as she
crossed her legs and her skirt rode up slightly.

"Surely, you didn't come to my office just to thank me for
having fun at my party. I think that goodnight kiss was thanks
enough."

Selina smiled. "You're right, I come for another reason."

"And that is..."

"A friend of mine suggested that I speak to you. I'm looking to
start a security consulting firm. My friend said that you might
be willing to hire me."

"And what does a beautiful woman like you know about
security?" Bruce asked.

"Mr. Wayne, you don't have to play dumb with me. The fact
that I am Catwoman has been covered more than adequately in
the newspapers and on the local television. The publicity of my
last trial alone was more than enough to let every man,
woman, and child in Gotham know the name of the woman
beneath the mask."

"Okay," Bruce said, getting serious. "I won't play dumb. I
know who you are. I had a visitor several nights ago."

"A visitor?" Selina said. By the look on her face, it seemed
obvious to Bruce that she didn't know about Batgirl's visit to
Wayne Manor.

"Yes, Batgirl stopped by two nights ago. She indicated that
Catwoman was wanting to give up a life of crime and needed a
job to support her new lifestyle. Batgirl seemed to think you
were friends."

This disturbed Selina. She was worried that Barbara's
behavior was going to get Barbara into trouble. Anyone could
figure out that it would be just too much of a coincidence that
Barbara and Selina were friends *and* Batgirl was saying that
she was friends with Catwoman. Batman might already have
figured out who Batgirl was, but Selina didn't think Barbara
wanted the whole world to know.

"Well, Mr. Wayne, I've run into Batgirl a few times. And
Batman many times. Batgirl has always struck me as a nice
person, but friends...," Selina shrugged noncommittally.

"I assumed she was telling me the truth. She's always been an
advocate of criminal rehabilitation, you know."

"She probably thought she was doing me a favor," Selina said.

"In return for some fashion advice, no doubt," Bruce said.

"Fashion advice?" Once again it was apparent to Bruce that
Selina had no idea.

"Why, yes," Bruce said. "Batgirl's redesigned her costume. It
looks almost identical to your Catwoman costume."

"I wasn't aware of that," Selina said. "I suppose I should be
flattered."

"I have a meeting that I'm late for...," Bruce started to say.

"If you're not interested, Mr. Wayne, say so. Don't try to just
brush me off."

"...but I'd like to talk to you further about this."

"Oh."

"Would you be interesting in discussing this over dinner? My
place, about seven?"

"Mr. Wayne, I'd be delighted. You don't have an ulterior
motive, do you?"

"Why, no, Ms Kyle. Do you?"

*****

After dinner, Alfred dismissed the catering staff and
adjourned to his own quarters. Bruce led Selina into the parlor
and the two sat down to resume their conversation.

Bruce had discovered over dinner that Selina Kyle was a very
interesting woman. She could be witty and very charming. He
began to see why anyone, even another woman, would be
attracted to her.

The two chatted for a few moments and then Bruce asked, "I
can't just hire you as a consultant without understanding your
motivations. Why?"

"I told you. I've decided to 'retire,' as it were. I need to find a
job to support myself."

"Selina, I can't condone what you've done, but why quit? For
that matter, why did you become the Catwoman in the first
place?"

Selina Kyle's face turned contemplative for a moment. "I
really don't know. You'd probably have better luck trying to
ask Batman why he does what he does."

A lot better luck than you'd imagine, Bruce thought. "Come
now, Selina. You must have some idea."

"I guess it was a sense of adventure. Thrillseeking." She
shrugged.

"So why quit? Won't you get bored with the thrills?"

"There *are* other ways of finding thrills," she said, a sly
smile on her face.

"And what sorts of ways would that be?"

Selina slid closer to Bruce. She reached up and held his face in
her hands. She kissed him gently and then more forcefully.
She reached around and grabbed him. He moved his hands
around her waist. She kissed him again, this time with an open
mouth.

Bruce returned the kiss. Whatever her faults, this woman
knew how to kiss. But, then, it had been so long since he'd felt
a woman's embrace.

They broke the kiss. "There are all sorts of thrills," Selina
said.

"Selina, are you trying to influnce my decision?"

"Of course," she said. She moved her hand down his back. She
was surprised at how solid his body felt. Selina had assumed
that a rich playboy like this would be soft and flabby. Well,
with his money, he can afford the best workout money can
buy, she told herself.

Bruce began to wonder exactly how far to let this go. He
*was* lonely and she was a beautiful and extremely sexy
woman. But, she *was* Catwoman. He couldn't just let himself
develop an emotional attachment to her. What if this whole
scenario was simply a ploy?

Before he could decide, Selina kissed him again. He returned
the kiss. She wiggled closer to him and still in mid-kiss,
straddled him. Her breasts pressed against his chest and she
rocked her hips over his. She was definitely hot and not just
from the weather, he thought.

It wasn't the first time he'd had an agressive woman throw
herself at him sexually. He was one of the richest, most
desirable bachelors in the country after all. "People" magazine
said so.

Most of the time, he found some way to discourage them. This
time was different. He discovered, quite to his amazement, he
was attracted to her. Part of it was the thrill of the chase; after
many times as Batman, he was finally going to 'bag' the
Catwoman. Part of it was the sense of danger. What if she
discovered that he was Batman?

Bruce ran his hand up and down her back slowly. He felt her
shoulder blades and realized that under her dress he couldn't
feel any bra straps. She had extremely firm breasts to be
walking around without a bra, he told himself. He felt a thrill
run up his spine when he realized that soon he'd feel those
same breasts. The same breasts that he'd seen through the peep
hole only nights before.

Bruce broke the kiss and held Selina tight. She put her head on
his shoulder and blew into his ear. He was intoxicated by the
smell of her hair. Selina had a natural scent that mixed with
the very small amount of perfume she was wearing. He'd
never noticed it before.

She sat back up, still on his lap. She caressed her own breasts,
cupping them in both hands. He smiled as she did this. She
knows the effect she has on men, he thought.

"Selina," he said.

"Yes,"

"You are a very attractive woman. You might just steal my
heart."

She smiled and made a grabbing motion at his chest with her
hand, symbolically stealing his heart. "You can't expect a
leopard to change her spots that easily, do you?" she said.

In return, he reached up and felt her breast. He first placed his
hand above it. Bruce could feel her heart beating under the
palm of his hand. He slowly slid his hand down and rubbed
against her breast. She was firm and her nipple grew erect at
his touch. Another shiver ran up his spine and through his
groin. He hadn't felt this way with a woman since Silver St.
Cloud.

He wasn't sure exactly when the decision was made, but it was.
He had to have her. He moved his hand down to her leg and
moved her leg off him. She stood. He also stood and then
swept her up into his arms. Bruce mounted the stairs and
carried Selina to his bedroom.

Once there, he threw her on the bed and leaned over her, his
mouth on hers. She unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed. Selina
ran her hands under his shirt and across his chest. "You
certainly aren't built like I'd have expected," she said. "I
would have thought that sitting behind a desk all day and
eating fancy lunches would have made you flabby."

He knew it would be hard to explain why Bruce Wayne had a
physique like a body builder. "I play a lot of racketball," he
told her. "It's good for burning off the fat."

"I think we'll burn off some tonight," she said, reaching for
his belt.

His belt loosened, he stood up and dropped his pants. As he did
so, Selina pulled down her dress and her breasts fell out. Her
nipples were hard and she was already breathing hard. She
lifted her butt off the bed and slid the dress further down, her
panties with it. A flip of her foot sent the dress and panties
across the room.

Bruce stepped out of his briefs as he looked down at her bare
body. Unlike most of the women he normally dated, Selina
Kyle was full-figured, with round hips and large breasts. Her
active nightlife kept her toned and firm. A full black bush
covered her pussy. Most of the supermodels and actresses he
dated trimmed their pubic hair. Bruce decided he liked a full
beaver instead. More of an adventure that way, he thought.

As he knelt down to kiss her nether lips, he remembered
Silver St. Cloud. Her hair, including her pubes, was so light it
almost seemed to glow. Selina was the exact opposite; her
raven hair was so dark it threatened to suck Bruce in when he
looked at it.

He parted her black pussy hair and found an erect clit. Her
pussy lips were large and already swollen from the excitement.
"My, but you're wet," he said, his finger sliding easily into
her.

"It's been a long time since I've been with a man," she said.
"Or at least one that I was really excited about. The heat makes
me horny."

"I excite you?"

"Yes."

"What else excites you?" Bruce asked. His finger curled inside
her and he pressed against the ridge at the front of her love
canal.

"OH!" she said. He knows female anatomy, she thought,
delighted. She moaned in pleasure. Selina reached down and
took Bruce's face in her hands. She pulled him forward, to
her. He stretched out on top of her and with unerring aim, slid
his erect dick into her wet pussy. "Oh, yes," she moaned as she
drew her legs up and around his waist.

"What else excites you?" he asked again, his mouth next to her
ear. He pushed into her.

"Lot's of things," she whispered in his ear.

"Tell me."

"A hard dick in my cunt," she said. He pumped her a little
harder. "And a soft pussy in my mouth," she admitted, her
voice a throaty whisper.

"Have you slept with your friend Barbara?" he wondered.

"Yes," she admitted.

The thought of the two woman sleeping naked, together in
each other's arms, pushed Bruce over the edge. He pushed his
dick hard into Selina's waiting pussy and came. He felt the
muscles in his neck and shoulders tighten with the orgasm.

****

There were a number of events in his life that Bruce Wayne
considered turning points. The biggest of course was the night
his parents were killed. Another was the first time he put on
the Batman costume.

Others included the time when he took Dick Grayson into his
home. A sad turning point was when Dick's eventual
replacement as Robin, Jason Todd, had been killed by the
Joker. This tragic turning point was countered when he took
yet another young man, Tim Drake, under his tutelage.
Bruce's most recent turning point was when he was defeated
by Bane and spent a year of his life healing and training to
resume his crusade.

He felt that tonight was likewise a turning point. He slept with
Selina Kyle, the Catwoman. A woman who up till now had
been an enemy. An enemy who was now a lover.

But would she also be a confidant?

****

Bruce laid back and Selina had fallen asleep, her head on his
chest. He was not used to sleeping this early, but the release of
so many pent up sexual tensions relaxed him and he dozed
lightly. It felt good to have a woman in bed beside him, he
thought.

****

Selina awoke sometime in the middle of the night. She quitely
arose from the bed and walked naked into the adjoining master
bath. After peeing, she returned quitely to Bruce's side. He
was awake.

"Did I wake you?" she asked.

"No. I don't sleep very well sometimes," he said.

"I'm sort of a night person myself," she admitted.

He put his arm around her and held her tight. Her skin was
warm and soft. Her hair smelled fresh and delightful, even
after their quick and sweaty fuck.

Selina rolled on top of him and pressed her pelvis down on
his. Bruce felt himself begin to harden again. She sat up,
straddling him. She reached down and positioned his dick at
the opening of her pussy. A tilt of her full hips drove it into
her. She then leaned forward and kissed him gently. "This will
put you to sleep," she said.

She rocked her hips slowly forward and backward. Selina
could feel his dick getting harder and swelling inside her. This
position allowed her control and she pressed her weight hard
on the top of his pelvis. This put the pressure of her
movements onto her clit. Selina moved slowly and drew the
experience out for as long as she could.

Bruce put his arms around her neck and pulled her down to
kiss. The two lovers opened their mouths and pressed their
tongues together in rhythm with Selina's hips. Under them, a
spring in the bed began to squeak softly, keeping time with
their movements.

For long minutes, Selina rocked her hips slowly up and down.
Bruce kissed her the whole time and held her tight. He felt as
though her hot breasts were burning a brand onto his chest.

Only after Selina brought herself to orgasm did Bruce begin
thrusting up into her. Up till then, he'd allowed her to do the
work. As she slumped against him, exhausted, he assumed the
same rocking motion with his hips, thrusting into her wet cunt.
Again, long minutes passed until he too reached a climax.

****

The next afternoon, Selina was sitting on the couch in her
apartment. The air conditioner droned in the window behind
her and her two favorite cats stretched out beside her. It was
still hot and humid in Gotham City; Selina was wearing a
halter top and shorts, nothing else.

The phone rang. She answered it. It was Bruce Wayne.

"Selina, I just wanted to call and tell you how much I enjoyed
dinner. And the rest of the evening as well."

"I enjoyed it also," she told him.

"Look, Selina," Bruce said.

Here it comes, she thought. Fuck her hard and then leave her
out to dry.

"I've been thinking about your...career change, as it were,"
Bruce continued.

"Oh," Selina said. She moved the phone to her other ear and
stroked the fur of the cat closest to her.

"I can't just go hire you just on a whim, you know. I think we
need something a little more solid to work from. I've got the
boys in Legal drawing up a contract."

"A contract. For what?"

"It's fairly standard practice for contractors. Especially those
in unique professions. Can you come by tomorrow afternoon
to review them?"

"Sure," Selina said.

"See you tomorrow then?" Bruce asked.

"Yes," she said.

"Very well, till tomorrow," he said, reluctant to hang up too
soon.

"Till tomorrow," she echoed.

After they hung up, Bruce sat back in his chair. He considered
the wisdom of hiring Catwoman. Well, he told himself, if
nothing else, I'll be able to keep a close watch on her.

****

Late that night, Selina was dressing for a workout. She waited
until it had cooled off. Even after midnight, and it was still
hot. Although she decided to give a try at Barbara's crazy
idea, it didn't mean that she had to hang up the catsuit so soon.
Maybe I'll try my hand at being a vigilante, she thought. Like
Barbara. Or Batman.

Just then, she heard a sound from the other room. She finished
zipping the front of the black leather catsuit up and slid her
gloves on. She flexed her fingers to settle them into the gloves;
the steel points at the tips of her fingers gleanting in the light
of her bedroom floor lamp as she did so.

She moved quietly to the doorway between her bedroom and
the other room. The apartment was on the top floor of an
abandoned building. The building had once been a textile
factory, but was left vacant for many years. About five years
ago, real estate developers tried to renovate the building and
convert it into luxury apartments. Their financing fell through
before they could complete the renovations.

Selina had put a down payment on one of the apartments. She
figured she might as well spend her money on a decent place
to live; it was a noticable change from the neighborhood
where she grew up. She ended up buying the building outright
when the real estate market bottomed out during the late
Eighties. She moved into the large apartment on the top floor
and left the rest vacant. She liked her privacy.

The large space next to her apartment was supposed to be
another apartment, even larger and better than hers, but it had
never been finished. Only the original beams had been
restored; the rest of the space was wide open. Selina used it for
a workout area. A large skylight provided an opening to the
roof.

Through the doorway between the apartments, Selina could see
a shadow in the workout area. She wondered if it was Batman.
As far as she knew, he didn't know where she lived. But he
had his ways of finding things out. Barbara had said that he
wanted to talk to her. Even though she returned the gems from
her last heist and made an effort to find gainful employment,
she was sure the Dark Knight would want to keep a close eye
on her.

"Selina," Batgirl said.

"Barbara?"

Batgirl walked into the light. Selina could have swore that she
was looking in a mirror. "Bruce said you changed your outfit,
but I never expected this."

"I was getting tired of the old costume anyway," Batgirl
explained. "This leather should be much more durable."

The two women walked into bedroom. Selina turned to look at
her friend. Barbara's new costume *was* almost identical to
her own. The ears on the cowl were different and Batgirl
didn't have "claws" on her fingers, but aside from that, the
two outfits were almost identical. But Batgirl had a stylized bat
on the right side of her chest. This symbol was smaller and
grey in color, instead of the bright yellow bat her old costume
had.

"You spoke to Bruce Wayne?" Batgirl asked, pulling her cowl
off. Her hair was wet with perspiration. She ran her hand
through it in an effort to dry it.

"Yes," Selina said. She turned slightly so that Barbara couldn't
see the smile on her face.

Barbara moved to face Selina. "So what did he say? Is he
going to go along with the idea?"

"I was able to persade him," Selina said.

"'Persade him,'" Barbara said. "You slept with him, didn't
you?"

"Maybe," Selina said coyly.

"You did! You slut," Barbara yelled. "You knew that I had my
eyes on him."

"Calm down, Barbara. You can still fuck him if you want. I'm
secure enough in my sex life to be able to share. In fact, I'll
bet he'd like having both of us at once," Selina teased.

"Both of us?" Barbara was still somewhat naive about such
things. But she was learning quickly. "So he was good?"

"Very good," Selina said.

"Both of us." Barbara found that the idea was very arousing.
She and Selina had not been together since the night of
Wayne's party and hadn't finished what they'd started with
Bob Jones. Barbara had come tonight to see Selina partly to
see what the outcome of her idea was. And partly to see if
Selina wanted to have sex again.

"I was just getting ready to workout," Selina said. "Care to
join me?"

"Okay," Barbara said. She focused on the thought of finally
getting Bruce Wayne into bed. The thought was enough to put
other thoughts out of her head. She'd had a crush on Wayne
since the first time she met him. And now Selina was going to
make it all happen.

****

The next afternoon, Selina walked into the executive offices of
Wayne Enterprises. She was carrying a small pet carrier. The
secretary looked at her with a funny expression, but buzzed
Bruce to let him know that Selina was here.

"Send her in." She heard Bruce's voice on the intercom.

She walked into the office. Bruce was writing someone on a
piece of paper. As he finished, he looked up at her and smiled.
He rose to greet her. As the secretary closed the door, he
walked to her and kissed her. She returned the kiss.

"What's this?" he asked after the kiss.

"A present," Selina said. "A gesture of good will."

"It looks like a cat," he said, peering into the pet carrier.

"You're almost as observant as his namesake," Selina said. She
opened the carrier and pulled out a partially grown kitten.
Pure black. Almost as black as her own hair.

"Namesake?"

"Batman," she explained.

"Batman?" Bruce asked, a questioning look on his face.

"This little guy likes to sneak around and pounce on me
unannounced."

"Oh," Bruce said.

"I thought your mansion was just a little too big for just you
and your butler. I figured you needed some company. For
when I'm not there." She placed the kitten into Bruce's hands.

Bruce held up the kitten and looked at it's face. The kitten's
bright golden eyes stared back intently. "Well, we do have
some mice," he said, mostly to himself.

Selina moved to stand next to him. She nuzzled Bruce's
shoulder as they both looked at the kitten. "Thank you," Bruce
said, automatically.


End of part 3.