It just wasn't Catwoman's night.
Selina Kyle opened the window entrance to her loft, and sauntered in. Another heist blown, another night wasted. She had set her eyes on a fine prize, a rare cat statue briefly on loan to the Gotham Museum. She had spent weeks canvasing the location and putting together a plan, only to have it ruined by that damn Batgirl. The original one, that was. Lately, it had seemed that there were a few more Batgirls running around Gotham these days, but it was redhead, the original, who had interrupted her nearly perfect score. It wasn't the first time Selina had been foiled by the young crimefighter, and every time they had crossed paths, Selina had gotten the impression that the uptight redhead was just really in need of a good lay.
(Perhaps that Nightwing isn't fucking her hard enough,) she thought. (Or maybe he's too busy fucking everyone else.) Selina smiled as her mind wandered back to that night on the rooftop, when she seduced the grown boy wonder. The young man had been blessed with a wonderful cock, and he knew how to use it. It was a shame that he wasn't around to catch her; it would have been a nice consolation prize to missing out on such a score. Perhaps she would just spend the rest of her night pleasuring herself, and reliving that wonderful rooftop memory.
She threw off her mask, and began unzipping out of her tight leather costume, leaving her her except for her lacey panties. She always wore her finest underwear, just in case she needed to seduce her way out of a pickle.
The movement of a shadow caught her attention. She gripped her whip tightly. It couldn't have been one of her many cats, as they were too small. No, this was a person, lying in wait.
The whip cracked through the air, and caught the unwanted guest by their legs. Selina pulled, tripping the intruder off their feet.
"Oof!" a familiar grunt cried out.
(Speak of the devil), Selina thought. It was him, in the flesh. His very desirable flesh.
"That's cute, Nightwing," Selina taunted the black and blue hero, "Did you and Batgirl plan to arrest me together?" She propped her firm buttocks on his chest, and leaned down.
"Or is the big boy wonder after something else?" she whispered sultrily. "That cute redhead of yours always seems... sexually frustrated. What's wrong, she doesn't give head? Not a good lay?"
"Don't you say that about her!" Nightwing snapped. "She....", he stammered. "Honestly, she just kind of lays there. Her friends are much better in bed."
Selina couldn't help but laugh. She swung one leg over the man's chest, straddling him. She grinded against his waist, just above his crotch.
"Did you really come here to arrest little old me, or did you want something else? A nice kitty treat?" She could feel him harden against her ass. (Puuuurr-fect). "I still think about that night on the roof. You, me, and no Bats in sight. I bet every time you plunge into that little redhaired Bat pussy, you wish it were me instead, a real woman, don't you?"
Nightwing didn't have much of a response, other than to moan.
"It's okay," she continued. "After that night, I have no use for Batman anymore. Why go for the old, when I can have something new and improved?" With one hand, she reached beneath his belt, finding the release clasp effortlessly. Underneath, her reward awaited, not quite fully erect yet. "She doesn't deserve a cock like this," Selina continued, wrapping her fingers around the thick prize.
Nightwing's hands gripped her shoulders, bringing her down to his level for a passionate kiss. Their tongues battled, and her hands made quick work of his costume, discarding his shirt and leggings, so she could feel his rockhard abs.
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Barbara Gordon entered the apartment where she followed Catwoman. Normally, this was a job for one of the new Batgirls, Stephanie or Cassandra, as she had semi-retired as Oracle. But the thought of chasing down Catwoman once more was tempting enough to get her back into her old Batgirl costume. Catwoman had eluded her several times before, and Barbara couldn't pass up a chance to put her away for good. She was a thief, and a criminal, as good as she looked in that tight outfit that accentuated her perfect ass and breasts...
