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Selina couldn’t do anymore after that. In fact, she could barely walk. Bruce had to help her inside, show her a room, turn the shower on for her. The warm water revived her a little. And, as all cats hated to be dirty, she appreciated having the sweat and dirt of fucking on top of even the most well-manicured lawn taken off her body. Revitalized, but done with sex for a while, Selina put on the dressing gown Bruce provided.

The man himself had pulled a vanishing act. Selina guessed he’d done to the Batcave to check on something, make sure the Batsignal wasn’t on and the Justice League didn’t need him. She allowed him his space. Let him recuperate in his man-cave—she was sure she had taken as much out of him as he had out of her.

When she walked out into the guest room Bruce had given her—not that she planned on leaving—Selina found Talia al Ghul waiting for her.

She was sitting by the window, a package on her lap, wrapped in brown paper. Selina wondered if, from that vantage point, she had seen her and Bruce… “Hello, Selina. It’s been a long time.”

“Not long enough,” Selina retorted. “I suppose you have a claim on Bruce as well.”

“I would say he has a claim on me. But not that he has a claim on you. You always were the independent sort.”

“Maybe yes, maybe no,” Selina said. “Cats can be very affectionate, so long as they’re given their freedom.”

“What about when you put a leash on them?” Talia asked.

Selina's eyes were drawn to Talia's nervous fingers that kept toying with the package wrapped in brown paper. The Demon’s Daughter seemed obsessed with opening it.

"What's in the package?" Selina asked softly.

"A toy that will beat the hell out of whip of yours."

The sensual warmth that flooded through Selina' body made her even more keenly aware that she was absolutely naked under the dressing gown. Where there had been a faint dread and a wish that Talia would leave, there was now a hot, almost lewd anticipation taking its place. And Talia's eyes were fastened to the loosening vee of the gown that revealed the deep valley between her feverish, pointing titties.

“As I recall, you liked the whip,” Selina said.

“You certainly liked using it.”

“Just because I’m sharing Bruce doesn’t mean I’m sharing myself. I am infinitely more valuable.”

“In some ways,” Talia conceded. “I’ve thought a lot about that day. What we did. What happened.”

“I’m not surprised. You don’t seem like the type who gets out much.”

“And you seem like the type who gets out plenty—yet here you are.”

“Here I am.”