Hey guys, long time no see. I'm back.
Here's a new Catwoman story that I hope you'll love reading. I loved writing it.
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Selina Kyle entered her apartment through the window, crawling on the ceiling. Light as a feather, she landed on the ground.
She was still fuming with anger and bitterness. Batman's words still echoed through her mind, as she slowly got her cap and goggles off and passed her hands through her short, black hair.
"I'm sorry, Selina. Not tonight."
They were standing on a rooftop, as they were having this conversation. The moon stood behind them, bright yet ghostly.
Selina had expected his initial refusal, but she had many ways to persuade a man.
She had gently caressed his pectoral muscles with her leather clad fingers, as she looked him straight in the eyes.
"Aw, come on, Bats. You can't even spare an hour or two? I'll make it..."
Selina stood on her toes and breathed in his ear, as she finished her sentence.
"...worth your while."
Batman shivered ever slightly, but he looked away.
"No, Selina. I must go. Please, understand."
Selina still wasn't ready to give up. She lowered her hands and started caressing his thighs.
"Come on, big boy. Let me convince you..."
This was usually the part where the men she flirted with, if they hadn't already, gave in completely.
Her light touch, so close to their manhood, usually drove them insane.
Batman, however, was no common man. Firmly, though gently and respectfully, he moved away her arms and took his distance.
"No, Selina. Arkham City needs me."
Then, he had jumped off the side of the building and he had disappeared in the night, leaving Selina alone with her dull surprise and her disappointment.
Selina closed her window, with a sigh of frustration. She had taken off her boots and unzipped the top of her catsuit, which dangled from her hips. Her black lace bra glimmered in the light of the lamp.
She had worn her best underwear that night, hoping to get some action from Batman.
She honestly hadn't though he'd resist her. She knew he liked her, it was obvious. But she had underestimated his sense of duty.
Given the choice, he hadn't chosen her. And it pissed her off.
But it wasn't just a matter of disappointment or pride. The truth of the matter was that she was horny as hell, and she needed a good fuck.
But who was left now, in this stupid part of the city? How was she supposed to get off, now?
Selina now lay on her bed, wearing only her underpants and a white t-shirt. Her suit and bra were hanging from a nearby chair.
"Guess I'll just have to take care of myself." Selina thought, as her hand slowly reached for her thighs.
Batman was definitely the hottest man in Arkham City, at the moment. And probably the best endowed, if those tights weren't lying.
Who else was there to fuck? The only other men were psychos, villains and their thugs-
Selina's hand stopped moving towards her crotch. What if she...?
She stroked her chin, thinking carefully.
Could she possibly find some nameless thug who'd be a decent replacement for the Bat?
In the end, her horniness got the best of her. She stood up and started putting her bra and her suit back on.
This could be a very interesting night, indeed.
Ten minutes later, Selina sat, crouched, on the marble balcony of an abandoned building.
She was staring down at the streets, looking for a possible candidate.
It was a dangerous idea she had had, she knew that. But danger had always gotten her off, otherwise she wouldn't have been in that line of...business.
She looked at a large group of Joker thugs who were laughing and breaking windows, as they walked towards the old furnace.
No, Selina though to herself, better avoid the psychos.
She jumped from one building to the next and started running on the rooftops, keeping her eyes and her ears open.
About five minutes later, she suddenly stopped. She cold hear male voices. They sounded calmer and less psychotic than the Joker thugs.
Silent and light as a shadow, she looked down into a nearby alley.
A group of Two Face's thugs were chatting and smoking cigarettes. Then, they all chuckled at some crude joke one of them had told.
Selina slowly backed away, and headed in the opposite direction.
That would have been a really bad idea. Two Face had almost killed her. He hated her.
And his thugs had probably received the order to kill her on sight.
She went around for another ten minutes, but she couldn't see anyone worth a shot.
She was starting to regret her decision to go on the prowl, now. It started to look dumber the more she thought about it.
She was about to head back home, where she'd settle for one of her sex toys, when she came to a realisation.
Sure, the Joker thugs were psychos. And the Two Face thugs wanted her dead.
But what about Penguin's men? Penguin had no personal gripe with her, she had never stolen from him (so far, at least). And his men were just regular thugs, guys who stayed with him because they were paid to do so.
She probably could have easily convinced one of them to have sex with her.
Hell, she could hear the comments Gotham's thugs made about her. They'd probably be happy to oblige.
And if they tried to hurt her, she could defend herself. After all, who was it who messed up Harvey Dent's face for the second time?
Smirking to herself, she started jumping from roof to roof again, looking for a group of Penguin's thugs.
This could be really interesting.
Finally, at the stroke of midnight, she found them.
A group of Penguin's men were slowly walking into the abandoned museum.
Selina had always liked the museum, it was filled with nice things and it had a really bad alarm system.
She jumped on the roof of the museum, looking for a glass windows she could cut a hole into. As she proceeded to cut the glass, she started thinking about the best way to go about her plan.
Sneaking up on them wasn't a good idea, they could have shot her.
She decided that a direct approach was the best thing to do.
She sneaked in the building and landed on the stone floor, without making any noise.
The thugs were all sitting on a staircase that led to the floor beneath, a few meters from where she had landed. She was standing behind them, so they didn't see her.
A thought crossed her mind, as she got her hands up and prepared to speak.
What if they all wanted to have sex with her? She didn't really feel like a group thing, that night.
She just wanted one dick, a good one.
And she didn't want to fight people off, either.
Oh, well. She'd cross that bridge when she got there.
Maybe they could fight to see who would get to fuck her, that'd be fun...
She cleared her throat and spoke out.
"Gentlemen!"
The thugs got up abruptly, startled.
"It's Catwoman!"
"It's the Cat!
"What the-?"
