"Do I wanna know?" (A Catwoman and Batman fanfiction inspired by the Arctic Monkeys song)

Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get fear that you can't shift the type that sticks around like summat in your teeth?....'

So sang Arctic Monkeys singer Alex Turner. Bruce Wayne had a busy life but that didn't stop him from enjoying great music. Especially while being driven to some boring gala hosted by Gotham old money. The only reason he had decided to attend this one was because he knew She had also been invited. Whether She would actually show up or snub the event was anyone's guess. He hoped She would be there.

Bruce had just been scrolling through his Spotify playlist when he noticed the song. It reminded him of Her. The opening guitar riff sounded the way her body looked. Flawless, enticing, addictive..... It invoked in him a lust, a desire he had never known before. No woman, no matter how gorgeous had made him burn the way She did.

'Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea you're in deep? I dreamt about you nearly every night this week. How many secrets can you keep?'

He had only caught Her a few times. And as much as it pained him to admit it, he only did get his hands on her because she wanted him to. And when she did allow his hands on Her, that's when the magic happened....

However, he would be wrong to think that Gotham's rooftops were the only place he had pursued Her. She had him chasing after her like a madman at a date auction several years ago. The one where she had won him and then started to walk away. As if it hadn't been about him at all. For her, it was about making a statement to the city's elite. And she made it spectacularly. Being used to women throwing themselves at him, soneone who didn't care was certainly a novelty. He soon discovered that the novelty was where the seduction began. It was the opening she had exploited to get her claws into his heart. A bitter smile played on his lips as he considered just how deep those claws went.

'Cause there's this tune I found that made me think if you somehow. And I play it on repeat until I fall asleep spilling drinks on my setee'

The first time he felt the sting of Her claws was when she stole the Pink Star, a priceless pink diamond that had arrived that very day from the British Museum. The Batman was on Catwoman's heels as she effortlessly dodged him and seemed to be treating the chase like a game. At long last, he did get to her and managed to get the Pink Star from her. That wasn't all he had recieved though. She allowed him to taste the nectar of her lips, as if to reward him for finally catching up to her. He couldn't bring her in, however, as her kick to his mid section sent him stumbling. Strange as it was, he even enjoyed being kicked by her.

He had to relieve his pent up tension in the Batmobile. Post nut clarity was supposed to be real, but nothing about the Cat was clear to him. Making her all the more irresistible. Since then he had compared every one of his adversaries to her. Some of them equalled her intelligence, some surpassed it. None came close to her panache. Or her particular skills. None could challenge him the way she could.

'Do I wanna know? If this feeling flows both ways. Sad to see you go. Sorta hopin' that you'd stay....'

It was highly unlikely that She wasn't allured by him as well. She was impressed with him. That much he KNEW. Her attempts at seducing him were much more that just part of her escape plans. The first time he allowed himself to savour what she offered, he had felt the desire that burned within her. He felt it in the look of hunger in her eyes, in the way her body yielded to him and egged him on to take more. And more.

And of course, there was the night their masks came off*. What followed was nothing short of feral.

He couldn't help but wonder. Was he just going to chase her? Would their involvement be limited to pursuit followed by rewards, followed by Her elusiveness? Or could it be something more?

'Baby we both know.....that the nights are mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day'

There was so much they never said, never knew how to say. Their dance definitely helped. Whether dancing side by side or opposite one another. Their bodies would do the talking. Conveying anger, lust, admiration. And more recently even concern and tenderness. So many times she had come to his aid, had helped him save innocents. So many times he had seen that look of sadness and compassion in her eyes. Especially when she attended to a traumatised child.

'Crawlin' back to you....Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do.....Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I've thought it through.....'

She lived rent free in his mind. That was obvious. He wondered if she had entered his heart as well. He both feared and hoped for it. He had tried distracting himself with other women. Beautiful, intelligent, utterly fascinating women. There was no dearth of them in his world. And yet, none of them could do for him what she could. He didn't blame them. He blamed Her. She set the bar far too high.

He had seen her with other men and women, and saw right through her impenetrable armour that they didn't do for her what he could.

'So have you got the guts? Been wonderin' if your heart's still open and if so I wanna know what time it shuts. Simmer down and pucker up. I'm sorry to interrupt. Its just I'm constantly on the cusp of tryin' to kiss you....But we would be together, if you wanted to'

He thought of all those times he had spent in Her arms. Her eyes revealed more than she intended to. Especially when she attended to his wounds. If he only saw that look once, he would have dismissed it as a misperception of his. But that tenderness presented itself far too often. Certainly more frequently than she would have liked. But she couldn't help herself. She couldn't forget her heart. A heart that he had recently come to know, held a universe of pain. Pain that she hid masterfully, just like he hid his.

Could their shared agony tear down the walls between them? He was still learning to admit that it was exactly what he wanted. He would let her claws go as deep as she liked if he could feel her affection envelope him. It would make the burn of her claws even more delectable. If her claws came with the warmth of her embrace, he wouldn't even think of escaping them.

'Do I wanna know? Too busy being yours to fall..... Sad to see you go. Ever thought of callin' darlin'? Do I wanna know....'

As the song reached it's end, the limousine stopped at the red carpet.

And there she was. Selina Kyle in all her beauty and majesty. The centre of attention, drawing cameras and the city's high rollers to her. Her eyes livened up a bit when she saw Bruce Wayne approach.

Any notion of escaping her claws went out the window, the moment his blue eyes looked into her living emeralds. This woman had him in a vice grip and he would be a fool to think he could ever escape.

Besides, why would he want to?

'Do you want me crawlin' back to you?'