The Purrrfect Purple Playmate

"I hate you."

"Hmmm, of course you do."

"No, I really do hate you.  I hate just about everyone.  Including myself."

"Please, my lovely Huntress, no more deep thoughts tonight!  I don't think 
that this pretty little kitty could take it!"

Catwoman, thief and temptress extroidinaire, stretched languorously.  The 
provocative movement caused the thin white sheet to shift to expose her 
breasts.  The Huntress, masked vigilante and borderline psychopath, leaned 
over to delicately trace the love bites that she had left on them earlier.  
Catwoman purred.

"I'm sooooo glad you caught me, you beautiful thing.  All that single-minded 
intensity and that darkly brooding quality just gets me every time.  And 
your hair is gorgeous."

"I was just about to say the same thing."

The Huntress reached over to smooth Catwoman's lovely black hair.  They both 
had black hair but Catwoman's was curly while the Huntress' was finer.  
Catwoman sighed and rubbed her head under her lover's hands in a sensuous 
movement that mimicked the grace of a feline.

"I must say that of all the Bat-crowd, you are the first to be 
so....persuasive in your capture of me."

Earlier that night, the Huntress had run Catwoman down with fierce force.  
Catwoman would carry the bruises for weeks.  But she would carry the memory 
of their night of passion together for the rest of her life.  In Selina 
Kyle's opinion, it was a fair price.

"The Bat....he doesn't really approve of me."

"Ahhh, that makes two of us.  I think the poor dear was hurt very badly by 
life."

"Aren't we all."

"Tisk-tisk.  None of that now.  I said no more deep thoughts for the 
duration of our....interlude."

Catwoman contemplated the woman in bed with her.  There were scars buried 
deep in those eyes.  Perhaps not the same type of scars that blemished HER 
soul, but deep ones none-the-less.  They were both women who had seen too 
much to believe in happy endings.

"Alright."

There was a pause while the Huntress studied her companion in turn.  
Catwoman had a marvelous body.  Well-toned, fit---rather like her own.

"From what I've heard, you've set your sights on the Batman."

Selina ran her hands over the scratches she had left in her passion on the 
other woman earlier.

"We have something of an on-going flirtation.  As I said, I like the dark 
and brooding type.  Plus, he's a challenge."

"He's made of ice and will never thaw."

"Yeeessss.  Just why I like him.  And you?"

Helena Bertinelli hesitated before answering.  There was still pain from his 
rejection but here was also still something there....

"Nightwing.  He and I had one night together."

"And then he didn't want anymore, right?"

The Huntress nodded and decided to change the subject.  It amazed her that 
she could talk this way with a criminal.  It amazed her even more that she 
had slept with said criminal!

"Purple suits you."

"Yes, it does, doesn't it?  It suits you as well.  Although, I do think you 
should leave off the cape."

"But a cape is traditional in hero-circles.  It adds a touch of the 
dramatic."

The Huntress reached over and pulled the woman beside her closer.  She ran 
her hands down Catwoman's smooth skin to her waist.  Catwoman nuzzled her 
neck and then licked under her chin like a cat searching for salt.

"You taste good."

The whispered exhalation caused the hairs on Helena's neck to stir and she 
shivered with pleasure.

"I have to take you in, you know."

"I know."

With a sudden jerk, Catwoman slammed the Huntress against the headboard, 
knocking the masked heroine out cold.  Helena awoke several hours later just 
as the sun was rising over Gotham City.  She licked her own blood off her 
lips and smiled.  Catwoman was gone but she wasn't called the Huntress for 
nothing.  She would hunt down the other woman again sometime.  Maybe they 
would play again, too.

The Huntress re-donned her purple costume and launched herself out the 
window of the hotel room they had borrowed.  She had to get to class and 
take a nap afterwards so she would be fresh and ready for the next night.  
She would be ready for the night---but would the night be ready for the 
Huntress!?