"It's Your Night"

Sophie, dressed as Catwoman, gave out a little squeak as she hung from a second-storey balcony. Squeezing her eyes shut tight, she finally felt her hold on the balcony railing give out completely. For a brief moment, she could feel her stomach lurch as she felt like she'd left it behind while the rest of her plummeted towards the ground, but then...it stopped. Realizing the sensation of a pair of arms supporting her in a bridal-style hold, she cautiously opened one eye to peek out at her surroundings before opening the other one as well. The sight that met her when she turned her head made her tense a bit.

"Fancy meeting you here," Abed, dressed as Batman, said as he held her up.

Sophie feigned righteous indignation. "Take your hands off me, Bat!" she huffed. However, she ended up getting a little more than she'd bargained for... when Abed promptly dropped her on her ass.

"Ouch! Damn it! Do you treat all the ladies like that?" she asked as she stood up, rubbing her sore tailbone. "Geez, no wonder your other half isn't married..."

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" he asked in his gravely voice. "Your...other half...isn't exactly the most romantic person either."

"Hmph," she smirked. "You and I both know that we just don't like to be burdened with too many...attachments," she said, placing her hand on his chest and getting right up in his personal space in order to try and evoke some kind of reaction from him, "outside of our...line of work."

Abed's face remained stoic. "That's where you and I are different, actually. I form real attachments through my other half, as it were, in order to gain comrades with similar beliefs to mine, and rally them to the cause. Whereas you, you form false attachments through your other half, in order to gain financial and vital security against those who would use you...sometimes even through those who would use you themselves." He noticed Sophie's pout at the lack of physical reaction from him due to her closeness, and leaned in ever so slightly. "It's quite cunning."

Sophie leaned in to the point where her lips were almost brushing against his as she spoke.

"You think that's cunning?" She raised an eyebrow and smirked. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

Grabbing him by the belt he wore that held his batarangs, Sophie pulled him forward into a deep, heated kiss. Their tongues moved against one another's as Abed held the sides of Sophie's face to keep her close in an effort to deepen the kiss more yet, and Sophie's hands glided around to his sides and then his back. Just as she felt she needed to part for air or suffocate from the heat and the lack of oxygen, she smirked into the kiss as a naughty thought entered her mind, and she let her right hand wander down until—

Heh. I just goosed Batman. Well, this is certainly a story to tell the grandchildren... she thought, as Abed jumped a bit from the unexpected pinch, breaking the kiss.


"What have you done?" Abed growled, as he noted the pair of handcuffs that now chained his left wrist to the bike rack they'd been standing next to.

"Oh, nothing I'm certain you can't get out of, given you use that fabulous brain of yours," she said with an exaggerated wink. She grinned and purred, "Well, Bats... it's been a real pleasure. Catch you later!" And with that, she skipped off down the street and around the corner.

Abed watched as she went, a part of him hoping she got home safely, and another, larger part of him wondering where the hell she had been keeping those handcuffs that he hadn't even noticed them on her. Especially in that skin-tight cat suit... He shook his head to try and clear it and focus on the matter at hand, being that he was currently chained to a bike rack and didn't exactly fancy spending the night outside in the cool spring air with nothing on but his surprisingly not-very-warm Batsuit. Now, what was it she had said before she left? 'Nothing I'm certain you can't get out of, given you use that fabulous brain of yours'? Well, he started taking inventory of what all she had done while they had been kissing first, and...

"The belt!" he murmured in a 'eureka' sort of way. Checking the pouch she had grabbed him by when she pulled him into the kiss, he grinned as his fingers clenched around a key. "You sly cat, you." Quickly unlocking the cuffs, he stared at the cuffs and key for a moment before pulling out his phone from a different pouch on his belt and shooting off a text to Sophie.

You know I'm going to be keeping these for next time, right?

Her response was almost immediate:

I wouldn't have it any other way. ;)

A/N: Originally a couple of these one-shots were written as though they were role-playing outside of the dreamatorium rather than inside it. My apologies if parts of it don't quite seem to 'fit'. I hope you enjoy the one-shots despite that.