She jumped to the next building and when she landed, she looked worriedly over her shoulder. He was nowhere in sight. Good.
She stopped to catch her breath, unable to get enough air. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. She exhaled slowly and automatically felt better, until she opened her eyes.
There he stood before her, Batman, the Dark Knight, tall and proud, cloaked in darkness, hidden almost entirely from view. For the first time in her life, she felt fear at the sight of him. Not fear of him, but fear of them, of what they could become, of what they had already become.
Catwoman wanted to run again, but instead, something inside pushed her to take a step towards him and Batman pulled her in the rest of the way. Their lips met violently, furious that they had given in, even more furious that it had taken them so long to do so.
They tore at each other. Pieces of kevlar, nomex, and masks flew off, landing with small thuds on the roof.
It was angry and fast. Teeth marks and nail marks would become evident soon. He wanted it and she wanted it, but they both also wanted it to be over. They couldn't risk giving too much. They would be exposed and it would change who they were
It was over quickly. No gentle word passed between them, no sweet caress. They stood up and looked around, careful not to look at the other. She picked up what remained of her suit and without turning back, headed eastward. He did the same and swiftly disappeared westward.
Both walked away unsatisfied; disappointed that they held so much back, regretting that they had not taken the time to give more of themselves or enjoy the moment they both had so anxiously--so desperately--longed for.