Femslash Ficlet #7: DC Comics AU, PG-13
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browngirlAnd now, a *different* sort of AU. Ms. Alice Wayne is borrowed with all love from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
monkeycrackmary.
Alice stares at the fingerprint match results. It can't be.
It must be. She designed the program herself, wrote the code herself, built the equipment herself. The odds of a false match are vanishingly small.
She shuts her eyes. A stupid, childish gesture, but she still hopes that when she opens them she won't see, blinking at her in clear font:
"KYLE, Selina."
Selina Kyle is not -- Alice almost thinks, "the jewel thief type," before she catches herself with a harsh little laugh. Selina wears jewels, sparingly, elegantly, when Alfred forces Alice to give yet another party and Selina sails in like a sleek cutter through a school of dinghies, when she shows up for squash in perfect whites with a tennis bracelet sparkling rakishly around her ankle, when she grins at Alice across yet another charity gala with a dimple and a wink. Selina is cool and witty, never a hair out of place, and she'd make Alice feel rumpled and ungainly if she didn't always make her smile.
She's not Catwoman, who gasped in Batwoman's ear last night, "Just between us girls," as Alice struggled to restrain her against a chain-link fence, "wouldn't you rather be in out of the rain than chasing a bad girl like me?"
Alice stares up at the screen, console cool plastic beneath her hands, remembering the grimy Gotham darkness and Catwoman twisting against her. "Wouldn't you rather be somewhere warm?" Catwoman's words were low and sleek, unfurling in Alice's ear as she slowed her wriggle to a writhe, dragging her breasts across Alice's until heat swelled in her skin, until it was like Batwoman's armor didn't cover her.
When she'd gasped, just once, Catwoman pressed away into the fence and pulled free. But Alice grabbed hard, and Catwoman had to twist her hand bonelessly, her glove peeling off in Alice's grip; the pause gave Alice the chance to lunge and tackle Catwoman's legs. Batwoman should have ordered Catwoman to surrender then, but her heart was still beating harder than a one-assailant struggle warranted, her throat fluttering enough to make her voice shake, so she just silently dragged the woman back towards her, listening to her curse, watching her twist, trying not to remember how she'd felt.
Catwoman wiggled around, rain-damp and slick, and Batwoman caught her. She shrugged, smiled and raised her free hand, saying, "OK, I give up, I surrender." Batwoman leaned in to pull her to her feet, and Catwoman smiled a little wider and kissed her, fingers pressing hard on her cheek.
The sensation was entirely shock, like a harder slap, like a blow, soft hot mouth and the taste of sweeter lipstick than Alice's own.
Alice gasped again, and again Catwoman twisted away, and this time her tail flickered through Batwoman's fingers and she escaped. But despite the rain and Gotham's dirty air the film held two full prints and a partial, and Alice left them running overnight as she tried to forget her failure in dreamless sleep, leaving the question for the morning.
Now she has her answer.
monkeycrackmary.Alice stares at the fingerprint match results. It can't be.
It must be. She designed the program herself, wrote the code herself, built the equipment herself. The odds of a false match are vanishingly small.
She shuts her eyes. A stupid, childish gesture, but she still hopes that when she opens them she won't see, blinking at her in clear font:
"KYLE, Selina."
Selina Kyle is not -- Alice almost thinks, "the jewel thief type," before she catches herself with a harsh little laugh. Selina wears jewels, sparingly, elegantly, when Alfred forces Alice to give yet another party and Selina sails in like a sleek cutter through a school of dinghies, when she shows up for squash in perfect whites with a tennis bracelet sparkling rakishly around her ankle, when she grins at Alice across yet another charity gala with a dimple and a wink. Selina is cool and witty, never a hair out of place, and she'd make Alice feel rumpled and ungainly if she didn't always make her smile.
She's not Catwoman, who gasped in Batwoman's ear last night, "Just between us girls," as Alice struggled to restrain her against a chain-link fence, "wouldn't you rather be in out of the rain than chasing a bad girl like me?"
Alice stares up at the screen, console cool plastic beneath her hands, remembering the grimy Gotham darkness and Catwoman twisting against her. "Wouldn't you rather be somewhere warm?" Catwoman's words were low and sleek, unfurling in Alice's ear as she slowed her wriggle to a writhe, dragging her breasts across Alice's until heat swelled in her skin, until it was like Batwoman's armor didn't cover her.
When she'd gasped, just once, Catwoman pressed away into the fence and pulled free. But Alice grabbed hard, and Catwoman had to twist her hand bonelessly, her glove peeling off in Alice's grip; the pause gave Alice the chance to lunge and tackle Catwoman's legs. Batwoman should have ordered Catwoman to surrender then, but her heart was still beating harder than a one-assailant struggle warranted, her throat fluttering enough to make her voice shake, so she just silently dragged the woman back towards her, listening to her curse, watching her twist, trying not to remember how she'd felt.
Catwoman wiggled around, rain-damp and slick, and Batwoman caught her. She shrugged, smiled and raised her free hand, saying, "OK, I give up, I surrender." Batwoman leaned in to pull her to her feet, and Catwoman smiled a little wider and kissed her, fingers pressing hard on her cheek.
The sensation was entirely shock, like a harder slap, like a blow, soft hot mouth and the taste of sweeter lipstick than Alice's own.
Alice gasped again, and again Catwoman twisted away, and this time her tail flickered through Batwoman's fingers and she escaped. But despite the rain and Gotham's dirty air the film held two full prints and a partial, and Alice left them running overnight as she tried to forget her failure in dreamless sleep, leaving the question for the morning.
Now she has her answer.
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Date: 2007-02-07 01:26 pm (UTC)Selina is cool and witty, never a hair out of place, and she'd make Alice feel rumpled and ungainly if she didn't always make her smile.
Oh. OH.
Catwoman's words were low and sleek, unfurling in Alice's ear as she slowed her wriggle to a writhe, dragging her breasts across Alice's until heat swelled in her skin, until it was like Batwoman's armor didn't cover her.
Guh and GAH and YES. Sexy and slick and sleek and I am head over heels for these two.
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:28 pm (UTC)Selina rocks, she really does.
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Date: 2007-02-07 02:19 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-07 03:06 pm (UTC)This is... *different*. Sleek and cool and hot and sharp. The way you used imaginery (visual, tactile, all senses in fact) to match the feelings of the story is beautiful, and the uniqueness of the storytelling (this is Bat/Cat, but it's *their* Bat/Cat) is fantastic.
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:29 pm (UTC)Thank you for telling me I did what I was trying to do. :D
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Date: 2007-02-07 04:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-02-07 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-08 04:35 pm (UTC)Alice Wayne is
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Date: 2007-02-07 06:34 pm (UTC)mmmmmmm. Ruby. You do good femslash.
-milmil
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-07 10:35 pm (UTC)Whee.
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Date: 2007-02-08 04:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-10 10:37 pm (UTC)Selina is so professionally awesome. I'm glad I got a chance to write her.
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Date: 2007-02-11 11:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-11 04:29 pm (UTC)Thank you for Alice, and for your general intense awesomeness. :)
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Date: 2007-02-11 12:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-02-11 04:29 pm (UTC)Poor Alice, tho.