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Her wrists were bound behind her. It was the first thing Selina noticed before anything else. A tight pain tied her hands together behind the chair she was sitting in. She tried to snap them apart, but whatever was holding her must have been made of metal or iron because it refused to break.
Selina lifted her eyes. The light in the room was dim, but there was enough to make out her surrounding. It was her old apartment. The one she lived in for years, plotting her revenge against the city that took so much from her. The place she shared with her best friend before…
“Selina…”
There was a voice in the dark. A familiar, feminine one. Selina lifted her chin and tried to search the dark for the voice’s owner. Then, gradually, the darkness began to show a figure standing before her. Selina recognized her immediately and sent a cold strike through her as quickly as a bullet.
When Selina spoke, her voice was a watery shudder.
“Mom?” she said.
Her mother looked just as she did the last time she saw her. She was dressed in her uniform for the Iceberg Lounge, more specifically, the 44 Below. A black miniskirt and a sparkly silver top. But then Selina saw something that almost made her sick. A ring of bruises around her throat, tight as a choker.
Selina’s voice came out in a choke.
“Mom…” she whimpered. “What are you…”
Just then, another figure emerged from the dark and stood next to Selina’s mother. Selina recognized her almost just as quickly. A red dress, pale blonde curls, a sweet face like a baby deer.
“Annika?” Selina said.
Her best friend emerged from the darkness and in the dim light, Selina realized with horror that Annika had the same choker of bruises around her neck, almost identical to those on her mother’s. Both women stood before her, their images shimmery, like from the static screen of a dying television set, their necks rings with very familiar fingerprints.
“Selina,” Annika said.
Her voice was so achingly familiar that Selina felt her eyes well up with tears.
“Annika,” Selina choked back a sob. “Mom…what are you two doing here?”
“You need to leave, baby,” her mother said.
“Now,” Annika said. “Run now.”
“I…” Selina struggled against her restraints. “I can’t…I’m stuck…”
“Leave now,” Annika said.
“I can’t!” Selina cried.
She squirmed in her chair, bucking desperately against the cold metal chair she was stuck to. No matter what she did, nothing seemed to work.
“He’s coming,” her mother said. “He’s coming now.”
“Who the fuck is coming?”
At that moment, the apartment door started banging. It was on the far other end of the room, but Selina could see it shaking on its hinges. Whatever—whoever—was on the other side was trying to break in.
“Sweetheart…” a voice on the other side said.
The voice was like ice water pouring down Selina’s back. She recognized that voice faster than she recognized her mother or Annika. It was the icy, quietly cruel tone that had been buried into her head for years.
Her father, Carmine Falcone, was pounding against the door.
“No need to be scared, honey,” he said. “I’m not going to hurt you.”
Selina’s mother shook her head.
“Don’t let him in,” Annika said. “Get away.
“How?” Selina screamed. “I can’t get out!”
Falcone pounded the other side of the door. Selina couldn’t even see him, but she could feel every slam of his fist against the door. All the while, the restraints on her wrists only seemed to tighten, making it even more impossible for her to escape.
Selina’s face was dripping with tears, her throat shredded from screaming helplessly into the dark. All the while her mother and Annika stood before her watching.
“Help me,” Selina sobbed. “Mom…Annika…”
“We can’t help you, baby,” her mother said, her voice soft as air.
“Leave now,” Annika said. Her voice darkened into a distorted glitch. “Before he gets you toooo…”
The lock from the door bust off and clattered against the floor. The door slowly creaked open and standing there was the silhouette of a tall, lumbering man. Falcone’s voice breezed into the room like an icy wind.
“There you are…”
Selina screamed and bucked against her restraints. Falcone took slow, patient steps towards her, something red shiny on his hands. All the while, her mother and Annika kept repeating, “Get out,” their voice growing louder and more distorted. Selina’s heart knocked at her ribs and her eyes grew blurry with tears.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard a voice whispering her name.
Selina...Selina...Selina…
"Selina."
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Selina shot up straight in bed to feel a hand on her. She snatched it up, her body kicking into fight mode and ready to pounce on whoever was interrupting her sleep. She narrowed her eyes and bared her teeth until she saw the hand's owner. Her eyes adjusted to the dark and she saw her lover’s eyes looking back at her.
Selina released a deep sigh.
“Kitten, you scared me,” she said.
Bruce looked at her for a long moment, his sleepy eyes examining her.
“I’m sorry,” he said.
“No, you’re fine.”
She looked at her hand around his wrist. She was gripping Bruce so hard that her sharp nails were digging into his flesh.
"Sorry," she said. She let him go. In the pale light, she could see the punctured marks in his pale flesh where she'd dug into him. Bruce rubbed his wrist.
"It's okay," he said.
He shifted closer to her on the bed. Selina took a moment to collect her racing thoughts and remind herself where she was. She was in the master bedroom in Wayne Manor, stripped down to her underwear and black oversized shirt she stole from the wardrobe. Right beside her was Bruce Wayne, Gotham’s dark knight.
His deep voice crawled to her from the dark.
“You were talking in your sleep,” he said.
He leaned forward and brushed his thumb against her cheek. It came back wet and shiny. Selina used the back of her hand to wipe the tears drying on her face.
“What were you dreaming about?” he asked. “What scared you so much?”
Selina’s chest tightened.
“No one likes hearing other people talking about their dreams,” she said. “I won’t keep you up.”
Bruce looked at her, then moved closer so his body was against hers. He hooked an arm around her waist and trailed his fingers down her back.
“I want to listen if it’s you,” he said. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Tell me.”
Selina looked at him for a moment.
“Bruce…”
“You’re there when I wake up in the middle of the night.” He nuzzled his forehead against hers, in a way that struck Selina as very kitten-like. “Let me return the favor.”
Selina released a long, sleepy breath. Her mind felt like a pool of dark sludge and she was squirmish to put her fingers back in.
“I was back in my old apartment,” she started. “I was stuck to a metal chair. Someone had…bound my hands behind me. I couldn’t get out.”
Selina gulped and Bruce stroked a gentle hand down her back. He kept his eyes on her with a patient gaze that said, keep going .
“Then all of a sudden,” she said. “I saw…two people in front of me. In the dark.” Selina felt something stuck in her throat like a cork. “My mother…and Annika.”
Something crossed Bruce’s eyes. Selina felt a new swell of tears threaten her eyes.
“They…they looked like ghosts. And there were these awful bruises on their throats…” She sniffled. “They were the most disgusting bruises I’d ever seen. And I could see the fingerprints and…”
Selina swallowed hard to fight back the sob crawling up her throat.
“They just kept telling me I needed to leave, but I couldn’t, and I tried to escape the chair but no matter how hard I couldn’t, and they just standing there telling me to get out now…”
At this point, Selina couldn’t stop herself. Her words were interrupted by a sob breaking her voice. Bruce pulled her against him and she buried her face in his chest. He gently stroked her hair while her tears wet his shirt.
“And then…” Selina said when her voice came back. “There was this pounding on the door. And…I heard his voice…”
She didn’t need to say who “he” was. Bruce nodded, the face of Gotham’s most infamous crime lord flickering across his eyes.
“Then…he kicked down the door…and he came right for me…” Selina was shivering and shaking. “And then I woke up.”
She sniffled and Bruce gave her a reassuring squeeze. He pressed a long kiss to the top of her head.
“That’s terrifying,” he said.
Selina nodded then wiped her face.
“Night terrors,” she said with a grin. “They’re a bitch, aren’t they?”
She said it as a joke, but Bruce’s face didn’t look amused. He placed a careful hand on her cheek.
“I know what you mean,” he said. “It hurts, doesn’t it?”
Selina nuzzled into his hand. Ever since she started living in Wayne Manor, since she returned from Bludhaven and took up permanent residence in Bruce Wayne’s bed, she’d been woken up many times in the night by his night terrors. Bruce told her about the visions that filled his head at night, visions of his parents or others he failed to save in his outings as the city’s vigilante.
“I know what it’s like to have a head full of ghosts,” he told her.
As for Selina, sleep had always been an elusive thing. She was a nocturnal creature, used to moving in the dark. It had been quite some time since she had any bad dreams since the Mitchell investigation. She’d started to believe that she was starting to shake it, that perhaps having Bruce on her side was having a positive effect on her.
But after…that, she realized that she had merely buried those fears deep into the darkest parts of her brain. And now, they had been unleashed, leaving her shivering and shaking in the middle of the night.
Bruce hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her close to his chest. Selina listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath his t-shirt. It gave her something to concentrate on, something to pull her away from the dark thoughts still flushing her head. Bruce stroked a gentle hand along the back of her head, careful as if she were one of her cats.
He kissed the top of her head.
“Can I help?” he asked. “How can I…make you feel better?”
Selina buried her head in his chest. Tenderness was not always Bruce’s strongest suit. He was used to keeping it all buried under his armor. But he was trying for her, trying to crack open that softer part of himself for her, and that thought warmed her.
“I’m fine, kitten,” she said. “I just need to get back to sleep.”
If she could get back to sleep. She still felt so shaken by that nightmare. Her head felt like a cold and dark place right now, one she hesitated to slip back into. If there was one thing she and Bruce had in common, neither of them could come back down to sleep too easily after a night terror.
Bruce must have known and sensed this because he started shifting from the bed.
“Here,” he said.
He moved his hand to her lower stomach, his fingers fumbling for the seam of the oversized shirt. Selina gave him a playful grin.
“What’re doing, baby?” she asked.
Bruce shrugged and pinched the seam.
“I want to help you sleep,” he said. He rolled his eyes up to hers. “I want to make you feel better.”
Selina’s heart squelched. Just months ago, she would have never suspected that the Batman could be so tooth-rottenly sweet. Bruce gently lifted the shirt so Selina’s underwear was exposed. He touched his fingers to the elastic seam at her waist. He brought his eyes to hers again.
“Can I?” he asked.
Selina bit her lip and nodded.
“Yeah, go ahead,” she said.
Bruce slid his hand under the seam. Selina shivered at his cold hands on her warm lady parts, but then his fingers gently slid inside her and she released a sigh.
“Baby…” she mumbled.
Bruce gently massaged his fingers inside, curling right at her sweet spot and sending little waves of pleasure up her body. Selina clasped her hand over his and Bruce planted little kisses along her neck.
“I love you, Selina,” he mumbled into her skin. “I want to keep you safe…”
Selina sighed as she felt something swelling inside her. Her eyes fluttered open and looked at Bruce, his dark blue eyes that looked at her like she was something precious, something holy.
“Bruce,” she breathed.
He leaned closer to hear her whisper.
“It’s not enough, baby,” Selina whispered in his ear. “I need your mouth down there.”
Something glinted across Bruce’s face. He nodded.
“Okay,” he said. “I can do that.”
Bruce pulled his fingers out and Selina tried not to wince against the lack of pressure down there. Her pussy was still wet and throbbing for release. Bruce’s two fingers that were inside her were shiny and wet. He pushed them both into his mouth.
Selina scoffed.
“Quit teasing,” she said. “Eat me.”
A small hint of a smirk crossed Bruce’s face. He popped his fingers from his mouth then leaned down to press his lips to hers. He brushed his lips from her mouth to her neck, down between her heaving breasts. He moved down the bed until his knees hit the floor at the edge of the bed.
Bruce pressed both hands to Selina’s thoughts and slowly spread them open. Selina swore she could see a hint of drool on his lower lip just from the smell of her.
“God, I love you,” Bruce sighed.
Selina bit her lower lip.
“I love you too, kitten,” she said. “Thank you for…all this.”
Bruce shook his head. He was sweet as sugar, but Selina also knew that Bruce would’ve done this even after a night of perfect sleep. She’d woken up several times in the morning to the sensation of his tongue between her thighs.
Bruce took her hips in his hands and pulled her down the bed closer. Selina yelped as he pulled her legs over his shoulders. He turned his head to kiss right below her knee, cupping her thigh in one hand. He kissed and licked down her inner thigh, tasting her skin on his lips. Selina dropped her head back and breathed a long, luscious sigh.
“Kitten…” Selina breathed.
Bruce moaned into her skin as he kissed down her thigh towards her entrance. From this angle, all Selina could see was the top of his head. His bedridden mess of dark hark. He cupped his hands on his thighs as he pressed his tongue inside her.
Selina moaned as Bruce massaged his tongue inside her. She instinctively reached a hand down to grip his hair. Bruce moaned and lapped at her with the ferocity of a hungry cat.
“Baby,” Selina sighed, threading her fingers in his hair. “You’re an angel…”
Her voice was soft and light as air. She moaned as his long, velvety tongue caressed her insides. Bruce loved the sounds she made, those soft, feline sighs of pleasure. He could listen to her for hours.
He’d done this for her many times, but this felt different. This wasn’t just about pleasure. Bruce wanted to pull the nightmares from her head and clean away the darkness that had turned to gunk inside her. Vengeance was working overtime and Selina’s thoughts turned to soup as his tongue worked inside her.
Her fists tightened in his hair, her nails digging into his skull. But the pain only seemed to spur him on further, because he pushed his tongue deeper inside her. There was a deep, hungry growl in his throat and he gripped her thighs tighter.
“Baby…” Selina whimpered. “Honey, Bruce, fuck… ”
The pleasure was so intense it was almost sharp. Selina gripped Bruce’s skull and pushed it deeper between her legs. She fucked his face until she felt a hot swelling inside, overtaking her body until she was a mess of sweat. Bruce sensed she was barreling towards the edge, feeling her dripping hotly on his tongue, and he savored every drop he could lap up.
Then, his lips closed around her clit and sucked. Selina tossed her head back and arched her back.
“FUCK!” she cried.
It hit Selina with a force of a glass bottle thrown against a wall. She fucked her hips into Bruce's face, her chest heaving up and down with every ragged breath until the heat swelled then slowly drained out of her.
Once the heat settled, Selina was left warm and light as a feather on the bed. Bruce lifted his face from between her legs. The bottom half of his face was dripping wet, his immaculate jawline shiny with her pleasure.
Bruce wiped his fingers along his mouth and then licked them. He licked his tongue around his mouth trying to get all of it.
“You taste so good…” he mumbled.
He crawled back onto the bed and pulled Selina into his arms. Selina’s body was in a warm, dreamy haze. She couldn’t even remember why she woke up in the first place. All she could feel was Bruce’sracing heartbeat against her ear.
Bruce pressed a kiss to the top of her head and squeezed his arms around her.
“Does that feel better?” he asked.
Selina grinned and buried her face in his chest.
“Yeah,” she mumbled. “A lot better.”
At that moment, the bedroom door creaked open to a crack. Bruce and Selina prepared to pounce on whatever intruder had found their way into the private room, but then the creak was followed by a low meow.
One of the cats, a siamese called Sebastian, wandered inside followed by a flurry of his feline brothers and sisters. The whole clowder had moved into the manor with Selina and they frequently found ways to open doorknobs and sneak their way inside.
Selina giggled.
“Did mommy and daddy wake you up?” she cooed at them.
The cats all came crowding into the room, jumping up on the bed and sniffing around. Bruce reached for one of the cats, Clementine, and cradled her in his arms.
"Mommy's having a hard night," he whispered to her, then kissed the top of her nose.
In minutes, the whole feline family was crowding on top of the bed. Bruce and Selina could move an inch or risk pushing any of them off the bed. Selina grabbed a white Persian cat she called Salty and snuggled him in her arms.
“They must have known you were having a bad night,” Bruce said, a small grin on his face. “Wanted to see if their mommy was okay.”
Selina petted her fingertips atop Salty’s head.
“Mommy’s just fine,” she said. Her eyes flickered at Bruce. “Especially with daddy here.”
Salty untangled from Selina’s arms and Bruce pulled her close again.
“If you can’t sleep,” Bruce whispered to her, his voice already dipping back into slumber. “Just wake me up.”
Selina pursed her lips and nodded.
“In the mean,” Bruce said, then yawned. “Just try counting sheep.”
One of the cats crawled up to him and pressed a paw right on top of his cheek. Selina giggled.
“Or counting cats,” she said.
The cats all curled up along the mattress. They mewed and meowed throughout the night, the sound a lullaby for two sleeping vigilantes.