I do not own Batman, or any DC Comics characters. This story is purely fan fiction.
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The World's Greatest Detective sat silently across from the Batcave's main computer, staring at the enormous monitor. The cave was devoid of light except for the glow coming from the huge, thirty foot wide screen. The air vibrated with the low hum of working machinery, and echoes of flapping bat wings came from a distance. The Batman grunted in frustration and closed his eyes.
The last week had seen a fifty percent increase in sexual assaults in Gotham. Most of those cases were women assaulting men. Those were the statistics of the cases reported; many more are likely to have occurred due to men welcoming a lot of the advances. The Dark Knight had been looking over data, including locations and time of day of the assaults without finding a helpful common denominator. Save one. The only clue was in each incident — a woman was assaulting a man.
The Batman repositioned himself in his seat to look over the data once more, when the power to the computer abruptly shut off.
Reacting immediately, Batman leapt from his chair and put his back to the screen, limiting avenues for the enemy to approach. He slowed his breathing and kept a batarang drawn. The darkness of the cave engulfed him, leaving no obvious trace of the culprit in view. Bruce knew the back-up generators would start soon, as long as the intruder hadn't disabled them. Sure enough, after a very long minute, the screen illuminated, and the safety lights in the cave turned on.
Batman noticed the black-clad figure in his peripheral vision to the left and swiftly threw his batarang.
The figure produced a whip from behind her back and expertly knocked the batarang from the air. The female lunged toward The Dark Knight, arms spread.
Batman quickly grasped her small wrists, but paid no attention to the legs that wrapped securely around his torso. The legs were warm and slender, but strong. Realizing the stalemate, Batman looked Catwoman in the eyes.
"What is the meaning of this Selina?" he snarled, not releasing her wrists.
"Oh, I do love it when you struggle," she purred, her voice flowing like honey.
Batman turned his body and slammed Catwoman into the computer screen, pushing her wrists to the wall. He tried to shake loose the whip she held, but with no success. Selina giggled like a small child.
"Are you trying to dance Bats? I know something so much more enticing," she lunged her face forward and her lips met his.
For a moment, time did not pass for Bruce Wayne. Catwoman's soft lips pressed against his, noticing she tasted sweet. He was suddenly very aware of her impressive chest pressing against him and her warm body writhing against his mid-section. It was a mere moment, and The Dark Knight regained his composure.
"Not you too, the women of the entire city are afflicted by what you have, Selina," he gasped, pulling away from her face.
"What do I have? The need to take you? To own your body? I don't want to be cured," she protested, trying to meet her lips to his again.
"Oh come on Selina," Batman scoffed. "Even if I were willing, you can't own me."
Catwoman's body shuddered erratically and a sound of glee escaped her throat.
"Oh please, keep fighting," she teased, her pretty green eyes staring at the Caped Crusader.
"If I let you go, can we be civil?" Bruce asked.
"That's not what I'd call it...but okay," she evilly smiled.
Catwoman released Batman from her leg prison and set her feet on the ground. Her body moved slowly and flowingly, her curves accentuated in every motion.
"Your turn stud," she whispered in his ear.
Batman slowly eased his grip on the leather-clad seductress and when she made no sudden movements, he stepped away.
Catwoman, pressed the sides of her costume, which looked quite pleasing to Batman, but he quickly pushed the thought away.
"Never let a woman holding a whip go, Bats," her voice suddenly dark.
Catwoman lashed her whip towards The Dark Knight and it wrapped around his left hand. Before he could reach for the knife in his belt, she ran to him, grasping his right hand. She twisted it so Batman had no choice but to turn his back. Catwoman tied him up securely, his hands now bound behind him.
Batman gritted his teeth, angry with himself. Selina turned him around to face her, quite happy with herself.
"Tsk. Tsk. You should have known better sweetie," she said.
The seductress pushed the Batman into the swivel chair by the computer, and ran her hands down his muscular chest. Bruce only stared daggers at her through his cowl.
"What do you want Selina?" Bruce said, his frustration boiling.
"Oh it is not about what I want," she began to straddle his lap. "It's about what I will take."
Catwoman groped at Batman's penis through his suit. He made no indication it fazed him at all. He continued to stare at her with malice.
"Oh my, I can't stir your interest? I promise you Batman, by night's end, I will make you come around. I will make you ache for my body. You won't be able to think of me without getting hard. That is my promise," the last word was a whisper in Bruce's ear.
"No. Whatever your plan is you will stop," Bruce demanded.
Selina's only response was a coy smile. Catwoman withdrew from his lap and stood two feet away from him.
"Here is my convincing argument," she began.
Selina slowly ran her hands up her body, tracing the curves from her thighs, all the way to her sizable bosom. She grabbed the zipper at her neck and slowly pulled it down, revealing more pale flesh as it descended. Her cleavage became visible, formed perfectly between her large breasts and they jiggled slightly as she pushed the zipper over them. She finally stopped when Batman could see her navel.
Batman wondered for a moment if her breasts would pop out from their ample size, but quickly dismissed the thought.
"Now tell me Batman," the sex kitten purred. "Do you want to see more?"
"No," he spat.
Selina simply smiled and sat on his lap again. Batman looked directly in her eyes, not breaking contact with them.
"Put your face in my chest," she demanded.
"No." he spat again.
Catwoman forced his face into her cleavage, laughing as she did. Batman felt her warm globes push against his face. They were soft and it felt wonderful against his skin. He tried his best to keep his emotions in check, but he felt himself warming. It would be hard for Selina not to notice. He had to get her off him. He did his best to pull away, and after a moment of struggling, he gasped.
"Okay!"
The chest desperately trying to cling to Bruce's face abruptly stopped, and Selina looked down at him with her beautiful eyes.
