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Dark Knight Brides： The Billionaire's Fake Wife
Scenario:Selina Wayne Kyle lay sprawled across the plush couch in the Batcave, her eyes glinting with mischief as she watched Bruce Wayne meticulously organize his gear. His dedication to his alter ego was admirable, she mused, but sometimes she just wanted to mess it all up. The dim lights cast dramatic shadows on Bruce's face, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the intensity in his gaze. She smirked, knowing how much he'd hate it if she interrupted his routine. But Selina was never one to shy away from a challenge.
With a playful leap, she landed on the table beside him, her legs swinging gently. "Bruce," she purred, her voice a siren's call in the cavernous space. "stop."
He paused, his hand hovering over the utility belt. "What is it, Selina?"
Her smile grew more devilish. "I've got a better idea for how we can spend our night."
Bruce glanced at her, his eyes lingering on her curved form before meeting her gaze. "What did you have in mind?"
Selina leaned closer, her breath warm against his cheek. "How about we ditch the bat and the bird for tonight?" she whispered, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "Just be Bruce and Selina."
The corners of Bruce's mouth twitched upward. He set down the belt and turned to face her, his hands finding her waist. "You're playing a dangerous game, Mrs. Wayne."
Selina's eyes danced with excitement. "Oh, I know," she murmured, her voice low and seductive. "But I'm willing to bet the stakes are worth it.We can just cuddle"
SUMMARY^1: Selina interrupts Bruce's gear organization in the Batcave with a mischievous proposal to spend the night together as Bruce and Selina instead of Batman and Catwoman, suggesting they leave their alter-egos behind for a night of intimacy. She leans in close and whispers her intentions, which briefly amuse him before he sets aside his utility belt and agrees, though warily. Selina's playfulness contrasts with the seriousness of their superhero roles.
Bruce chuckled, his grip on her waist tightening. "Cuddle, huh?"
"Mmhmm," Selina hummed, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Please?"
(Alfred walks in on them and finds Selina asleep in his lap, so he brings them a blanket)
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Selina Kyle
She is the wife of Bruce Wayne and a skilled fighter. She is playful, mischievous, and passionate. Selina often finds herself getting into playful banter with Bruce, challenging him to abandon his responsibilities for a night of intimacy. She enjoys the dynamic of their relationship, where they can be playful and serious at the same time. Her playful kiss initiates a change in Bruce's demeanor, and she appreciates his soft side.
Alfred Pennyworth
He is Bruce's loyal butler and confidant. He is attentive, discreet, and caring. Alfred provides support to Bruce and Selina, often handling situations quietly in the background. He enters the Batcave to offer blankets when he finds Selina asleep in his lap. His presence ensures continuity in their lives even as they navigate their personal balance with their superhero duties. His willingness to support both aspects of their lives highlights his dedication.
Bruce Wayne
He is the billionaire owner of Wayne Enterprises and a crimefighter known as Batman. He is dedicated, intense, and disciplined. Bruce balances his life between his business and his alter ego, often finding it hard to disconnect from work. Selina's proposal to abandon their roles for a night intrigues him, offering him a chance to be more than just a hero. He hesitates but ultimately relents, embracing the opportunity for a softer side.
Selina Wayne Kyle lay sprawled across the plush couch in the Batcave, her eyes glinting with mischief as she watched Bruce Wayne meticulously organize his gear.
He was so cute when he was all focused like that.
She just wanted to go over and mess it all up just to see him scowl.
But she knew better than that.
Bruce didn’t take kindly to his toys being tampered with.
Instead, she settled for teasing him another way.
"Hey Bruce," she called softly, watching as he glanced up at her.
"Yeah?"
He paused, his eyes lingering on her before he went back to his task.
She smiled, knowing how much he hated it when she did this.
But she loved it too much to stop.
So she got up from the couch and sauntered over to him slowly, her hips swaying.
"Stop," she said, her voice low and seductive.
Bruce paused, his hand hovering over the utility belt.
"What is it, Selina?"
She smiled and hopped up onto the table beside him.
She let her legs swing gently as she leaned toward him.
"I’ve got a better idea for how we can spend our night," she said softly, her breath whispering against his ear.
"Oh? And what might that be?"
His voice was cool and detached.
Selina smiled and kissed his cheek softly before pulling back to look at him.
"Let’s ditch the bat and the cat for tonight," she whispered.
"Let’s just be Bruce and Selina."
The corners of his mouth twitched upward slightly.
"Alright," he said softly, his arms sliding around her waist to pull her against his chest.
She leaned into his warmth, letting his scent wash over her.
His fingers traced idle patterns on her hip as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
She breathed in deeply, taking in the familiar scent of him.
He always smelled like leather and spices.
It was intoxicating.
She pressed a light kiss to the spot below his ear and he groaned softly against her.
But his grip tightened, holding her closer to him.
She smiled and shifted so that she was straddling his lap, her legs wrapped around his waist.
Her hands slid up his chest to rest on his shoulders.
The bat-gear lay forgotten on the table beside them.
Bruce’s eyes darkened as she leaned in, her lips hovering just inches from his.
Their world could wait until morning.
I nestle deeper into Bruce’s arms, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.
The dim cave lights cast a gentle glow over the room as we sink into comfortable silence.
My head rests against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
The utility belt lies forgotten on the table nearby, a reminder of our abandoned plans.
But I don’t care.
I’m too content in Bruce’s arms to worry about anything else.
As I drift into a peaceful doze, I hear the soft echo of footsteps approaching from the cave entrance.
I don’t stir, too comfortable to move.
Bruce’s arms tighten protectively around me as the footsteps draw closer.
It must be Alfred.
Only he would dare to interrupt us like this.
I peek through half-closed eyes to see his familiar silhouette approaching with something in his hands that catches the light.
"Master Wayne, Miss Kyle," Alfred's voice was calm but carried a hint of urgency.
Bruce shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he focused on the object in Alfred's hands.
"What is it, Alfred?" Bruce asked, his tone suddenly alert and serious.
Through half-closed eyes, I watch as Alfred approaches.
A thick wool blanket is draped over his arm, its edges folded neatly.
His footsteps slow as he takes in the scene before him.
I’m curled against Bruce’s chest, the bat-gear scattered haphazardly on the table beside us.
Bruce’s arms tighten protectively around me, but Alfred doesn’t miss a beat.
He unfolds the blanket with practiced efficiency and gently drapes it over us.
The soft fabric settles over our bodies, and Alfred tucks it in around my shoulders with a quiet grace.
"Perhaps Master Bruce could use a night off," Alfred whispers, his eyes twinkling with understanding.
He glances down at the abandoned utility belt on the table and picks it up, his movements fluid and silent.
With a quiet nod, he turns and retreats back into the shadows of the cave, leaving us alone once more.
"Bruce," I murmur, my voice barely above a whisper, "do you think we'll ever have a normal life?"
He hesitates, his fingers pausing their gentle tracing as he considers my question.
"Normal's overrated," he finally replies, a hint of a smile in his voice, "but with you, Selina, anything feels possible."
I feel his lips brush against my forehead in a tender kiss, his arms tightening around me as he pulls me closer.
The blanket cocoons us in warmth, and the ambient hum of the cave creates a soothing background melody.
My fingers continue to trace idle patterns on Bruce’s chest through the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.
My eyes drift to the utility belt that Alfred left on the table, but for once, I don’t feel the urge to snatch it up.
"Stay with me tonight," Bruce whispers, his voice a gentle caress against my ear.
I burrow deeper into his embrace, feeling the solid warmth of him against my body.
His hand gently strokes my hair, and I close my eyes, letting myself get lost in the rare stillness of the moment.
"Bruce," I murmur again, feeling the weight of my own question lingering in the air, "what if we could just leave it all behind?"
His hand pauses in my hair, and there's a moment of silence before he speaks, "I've thought about it, Selina, more times than I can count."
"But Gotham needs you," I say softly, knowing the truth even as I wish for something different.
He nods, his chin brushing against my head, "It does. And I can't turn my back on that."
I lift my head from Bruce's chest as Alfred's footsteps echo through the cave again.
This time, the scent of rich chocolate precedes him, and I catch sight of the two ceramic mugs in his hands, wisps of steam curling into the cool air.
Bruce shifts slightly beneath me, creating more space on the couch while keeping one arm firmly around my waist.
Alfred sets the mugs on the side table, his eyes twinkling with a knowing glint.
He adjusts the blanket that had slipped from my shoulders during our embrace.
The familiar scent of hot cocoa fills the air, transporting me back to winter nights at Wayne Manor when Bruce and I would sneak into the kitchen for a midnight treat.
I reach for one of the mugs, letting its warmth seep into my palms.
I cradle the mug between my hands, letting the rich chocolate aroma fill my senses.
Bruce’s deep voice rumbles through his chest as he recounts the events of the night to Alfred.
His fingers absently stroke my arm while he speaks, his other hand wrapped around his own mug of cocoa, untouched and steaming.
The dampness of the cave makes the hot drink even more comforting.
I take small sips, watching Bruce’s face come alive as he describes outsmarting Penguin’s security system at the docks last night.
His enthusiasm for the technical details is evident, even in relaxation mode.