Black Cats and Batmen

Felecia decided to take a look around the other nice estates in the area. She began looking around the room curious if there was anything worth stealing in the place.

Bruce walked out into the living room, tiredly. He hadn't been sleeping that well as of late, and it showed. He moved his eyes, seeing a woman sneaking around, "Who are you?" he barked out, feeling irritated from his week of no sleep.

Felecia turned at the abrupt question. The man was very handsome and very sneaky. He had surprised her and that was not easy. "Felecia Harding. And you are?" She gave him her most charming smile as she spoke.

Bruce had little to no tolerance for fake women, she probably being a tease, "Wayne. Bruce Wayne." He grunted out, feeling less then his best. She was going to feel the lash out from him.

Felecia cocked her head at the man curiously. "Are you ok Bruce? You seem a little run down." She stepped forward to get a closer look at him.

Bruce rolled his eyes, "Peachy." he just going to find someone, he didn't need this... feline-like woman sneaking around the house. His heart tightened, suddenly remembering Selina. It almost growled, he was done with these types of women, fuck 'em all. He was still tired, Clark would have had his head for it all.

"Maybe you should sit down." Felecia said gently setting her hand on his arm.

Bruce folded his arms, covering his anger with a sort of calm, collected face, "I'm fine." He shot a glare at her that would make most JLA members squirm.

Felecia raised an eyebrow. Glares hadn't bothered her since she was a kid. She placed her hands on her hips and stared at him for a moment. "Go sit down on the couch." She said glaring back at him. "You look like your about to keel over. Now go." She pointed to the couch.

Bruce had run on less sleep, he could function. He didn't move though, just glaring at her. More surprised that she didn't try to flee than anything else. His eyes drifted to the couch before moving back to Felicia, his body language said no.

"Oh for God sakes." Felecia rolled her eyes and quickly grabbed one of his elbows and forced him around and onto the couch. She then forced him to sit.

Bruce somewhat noticed how much he couldn't actually fight back when she moved him to the couch, he frowned the entire time. He was forced to sit, finding the couch incredibly comfortable. But he wouldn't let the woman win. He crossed his leg over his knee, sitting properly as Alfred had taught him. He stayed silent, glaring holes into Felicia's skulls.

Felecia rolled her eyes at his stiffness and how he kept glaring at her. She then smirked. She grabbed his feet and forced him to lay on the couch. "You should rest." She said glaring down at him.

Bruce didn't expect that, no one messed with him when he was in this mood. His back hit the couch and his head hit the arm rest. The world started to darken around the edge of his vision. He head throbbed for the moment before he was out cold. Silent as the dead.

Felecia's eyes widened as the guy seemed to loose contentiousness. She lifted the back of his head carefully to make sure he wasn't bleeding. He wasn't. She shrugged. At least the guy was resting.

Felecia then yawned. She decided to rest. She looked around. She glanced down. She shrugged again and laid herself on top of Bruce using him as a bed.