Knight of Darkness 3/? [MF no sex]

Chapter 3 - Enemies

	Catwoman swallowed deeply as she turned to face the
darkness behind her.  She head some movement.  "Wayne,"
she said with a touch of annoyance in her voice, "what
are you up to?"
	She pulled the mini flashlight she kept in her belt
out as well as the small taser pistol.  She smiled a bit,
thinking of how fun it would be to beat the shit out of a
millionaire.
	She turned on the small flashlight and pointed it
at the chair; it was empty.  She moved the small circle
of light across the room.  She let it rest on a strange
black symbol.  A bat.
	She moved it up to see that the bat was on the
chest of a man.  The man was cloaked and wearing a mask. 
She raised an eyebrow at this.
	He stood motionless, his eyes starring cold and
unblinking.  "Let me guess... Batman?" she whispered.  He
nodded once.  She backed up against the wall.  He stood
over six feet and seemed to be part of the darkness of
the room.
	"I guess you want the papers, right?" she said
stalling, thinking of the quickest way out of the room. 
He said nothing and started to walk forward.  She shot
the taser gun and a dart connected to a thin wire shot
from the gun at him.  
	The dart hit him square in the chest, having no
effect.  He pulled the dart from his armor and pulled the
wire which was still connected to the gun.  The gun flew
from her hand and clattered on the floor.  She let out a
small cry as it was pulled from her grip.
	She moved the flashlight to the door for a moment
looking for a way out, when she moved it back to his
position he was gone.
	Then she felt a breath against her ear.  "Put the
papers in the safe, now."  The voice was very deep, and
totally absent of emotion.  She placed the papers in with
shaking hands.  "Close the safe."  The voice spoke
slowly.  She closed it and the lock reengage.
	She knew that her hired thugs were waiting on the
roof for her, and would come back down, via the rope
hanging outside the window, in a few minutes.  She
wondered how she could get away from him until then.
	She shivered as she felt the presence move away. 
For a few minutes she just stood there in the darkness
wondering what to do.  She looked around for her
flashlight, but she had dropped it during her brief
encounter.
	She followed the wall until she found various
switches.  She flipped all of them up, closing her eyes
as the light flared and the drapes were automatically
pulled back.
	She turned around and looked out the now open
window of the huge office.  What she saw made her knees
give suddenly.
	Kneeling on the floor she saw the huge office very
much as it once was.  Bruce Wayne was slumped in the
corner unconscious, some furniture were overturned.  The
crisp air of the autumn day blew in from the office
window.  Hanging, and gently swaying, outside the window
were the two men that were supposed to be on the roof. 
Her two accomplices were dangling by there neck on the
thick nylon rope they used to climb the building.
	She covered her mouth, her eyes wide.  Although she
was a criminal, although in her day she had killed, she
had never seen anything like this.  These bodies were not
killed just to stop crime, they were killed to show here
who she was dealing with.  This was a murder to show a
point.
	A small card laid on the floor in front of her, it
was a dark grey card with the simple bat shaped icon on
it.  She crawled to it and looked closer, almost afraid
to touch it.  She reached out and flipped over the card.
	"I am not finished."  She dropped it.  A single
tear slipped across her white skin.  Suddenly her heart
stopped for a moment when a loud crash filled the room. 
The door behind her flew open and behind it stood several
police officers.
	She glanced at the window, then back at the black
uniformed officers with there glittering little badges. 
She remained kneeling, reasoning that she would be safer
in a cell.

	After the evidence was gathered and the statements
were taken, Bruce Wayne sat alone at his desk.  He
slipped the mini flashlight and the taser gun he was able
to keep from the police into the chaos, into his desk.
	The intercom on his desk let out a short metallic
buzz.  He pressed the button and answered "Yes Ms.
Jones?"  The worried voice of his secretary spoke from
the small box.  "Mr. Wayne I had the kitchen make some
nice soup and tea for you, it might help you settle down
from that experience, sir."
	He thought for a moment, his stomach growled
slightly, then he answered, "Thank you Ms. Jones, bring
it in."
	The door opened and the mousey secretary walked in,
awkwardly carrying a large tray.  She walked to the table
and carefully put the tray down.  On the tray were
various dishes of food and bowls of soup.
	The secretary who looked no more then twenty look
nervously at the millionaire, never meeting his gaze. 
"I.. wasn't sure what you liked sir.. I told the kitchen
to put a little of everything.. I hope.. it's ok.. um..
sir."
	Bruce smiled at the secretary's nervousness.  His
hand touched hers and she froze.  "Ms. Jones relax,
you're doing a fine job.  Why don't you pull up a chair
and join me."
	With that she looked nervously around for a chair. 
The only one was a large leather armchair that sat on the
other side of the desk.  She walked over to the huge
chair and bending over she squinted her eyes and pulled
the chair over.  
	Bruce smiled even wider as her saw the small woman
straining to move this chair.  She must have been about 5
feet tall and weighed no mare then a hundred pounds.  
	She wore a loose silk blouse and a black skirt.  He
gazed at her fine bottom as he bent over pulling at the
big chair.  The way she was bent her skirt was pulled up
a bit and the smooth curves of her legs were evident.
	She concentrated on moving the chair and was
startled when Bruce Wayne appeared next to her sudden;y. 
She stood up startled.  He smiled and put his hands on
either side of the chair.
	"Let me help you." he said with a little laugh.  He
lifted the chair with ease and placed it next to his
chair.  He sat in his chair and rolled up his sleeves to
eat.
	"Th.. thank you Mr. Wayne.. um.. sir."  She folded
her skirt under her as she sat down in the big chair. 
Her hair was swept up in a tight bun on her said, and she
wore wire framed glasses. 
	Bruce dished out some soup for both of them and she
accepted it and proceeded to eat silently.  Bruce caught
her stealing glances at him through out the meal.
	"Ms. Jones," he asked as they ate, "how long have
you been working for Wayne Enterprises?"  She blushed
deeply, "Well Mr. Wayne actually only about three months,
I am not your normal secretary as you know, I am just a
temp."
	He nodded, watching her attempt to eat in the most
ladylike manor she could.  She saw him watching her and
she stopped suddenly and dropped her spoon.
	"Mr. Wayne sir," she said now in a more aggressive
tone.  "Umm.. Bruce, I mean.  There are these rumors down
in the secretarial pool about you sir, and I was just
wondering sir... umm.."
	As she talked Bruce noticed one of the buttons of
her silk blouse had come open when she was moving the
chair.  The creamy skin of stomach just under her breast
was visible.  He also noticed that her nipples were
acutely visible and hard.
	"...well Mr. Wayne?"  He looked up suddenly,
realizing he hadn't heard a word she said.  "Excuse me?" 
She swallowed, "is it true that you... um... that you...
with all of the um.. secretaries..."
	Bruce Wayne let out a dark little laugh.  "Is it
true that I what, Mr. Jones?"  She blushed a deeper shade
of red, "That you... um... initiate all of the new
secretaries."  Now she looked down, and let a nervous
giggle.
	Bruce put his hand to her chin and lifted her face
till her eyes met his.  She shuddered at how gentle his
touch was.  "What have you heard?" he asked in a whisper.  
	She was now almost hypnotized by his eyes.  "That..
you do things with them." she said starring directly into
his eyes still.  He looked back unblinking, "What kind of
things?"
	She took off her glasses and her eyes gave away the
lust that was building.  She looked deeper in his eyes
and said boldly, "That you fuck them."
	She was startled when he let out a deep laugh. 
"Yes... that's true."  She lifted her hand to her hair
and pulled the clasp holding it in a bun.	
	"They say other things sir."  She placed her hand
on his knee now.  He looked down at her hand and said
again, "You can call me Bruce."  She bit her lip and
looked down.  "I.. um... I prefer sir."