This is my first submission to Literotica. As the title suggests, will be part of an ongoing series. Thinking of doing a few other things depending on story success or failure, would welcome feedback and comments.
As usual, these characters are owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros.
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Ah, Gotham. What a place.
The clash of old gothic and neo-modern architecture. Police dirigibles gliding in the night, white spotlights dancing across streets and buildings. The incredibly wealthy shoved into the same thirty square miles as the incredibly poor, though it was the incredibly wealthy that Catwoman was concerned with.
She was on a job. It was the usual affair. The client spoke to her exclusively over the phone with something that disguised their voice. Break into Gotham First National and steal safety Deposit Box 52, and don't look inside. Classic snatch and grab.
Catwoman slid her goggles off and examined the target building from a nearby rooftop. Quintessential Gotham architecture. Blocky, chunky and too many damn gargoyles. She pulled her goggles back on again, her heads-up display activating and calculating distance and wind speed.
Batman wasn't the only one with toys.
Ugh
, Catwoman thought. Last thing she needed was to be distracted. What was it with him? She knew she was a knockout. Long legs leading up to a firm round backside, slim waist and a fantastic chest that laughed at gravity. All of it was contained inside a tight black leather suit that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her suit ended in a high collar to protect her neck, while her black hair was tucked under a skullcap with goggles and trademark pointed ears. The zip of her suit was undone down to just above her breasts, exposing plenty of creamy skin and a tantalising hint of cleavage.
Catwoman was ten pounds of dynamite in a five pound bag, but the Bat seemed to have the sex drive of a rock. A celibate rock.
Pushing the thoughts away, she sprinted to the edge of the rooftop and leapt onto a cable leading to her target. She danced across it like a trapeze artist and found an unlocked window. She dropped inside like a shadow.
Piece of cake, she smiled.
A few minutes was all it took to find the bank manager's keys. She pulled out the copy of the owner's key that the client had given her and headed downstairs. Unlocking the heavy vault doors revealed rows of safety deposit boxes. As tempting as grabbing a few extras would be, this one job would take care of things for a while. She went straight for 52, sliding it out. It was heavier than she expected. She slid it into a bag and looped it over her shoulder.
"What are you doing, Selina?" a gravelly voice asked.
"Shit!" Catwoman whirled around in a fighting crouch to see a solidly-built caped figure slide out of the darkness. "You scared the hell out of me."
"I asked you what you were doing," Batman growled. "Why are you taking that?"
"The right guy paid me," Catwoman shrugged. "What do you care?"
"Don't think she knows, boss," another voice said.
Catwoman turned around to see another figure. He wasn't as bulky or as quietly menacing as Batman. He was thinner, leaner. While Batman's armour was black and grey, his was black and red. Instead of a cowl, he wore a domino mask, exposing short black hair.
"Hey, Boy Wonder," Catwoman winked at Robin. "You've gotten taller."
A muscle in Robin's jaw twitched.
"Selina, I need what's in that box," Batman stepped forward. "It's dangerous, and someone's playing you."
"Is that right?" Catwoman said sceptically. She held out the bag. "Well, come and take it."
Batman cautiously reached out. He was right to be cautious. As soon as he was close enough, Catwoman sprung forward and slammed the heavy bag into Batman's gut. He bounced back, the armour absorbing the force of the blow, but Catwoman was already making a bee line for the door. Robin stood in the way.
"ROBIN! MASKS!"
Robin fumbled with something on his utility belt and slapped on a small respirator that covered his mouth and nose. Catwoman looked behind her and saw Batman had done the same. What the...
Her legs suddenly stopped working mid-run. She fell forwards, but didn't hit the ground. A pair of arms caught her and her face landed in someone's neck. Whoever's neck it was, they smelt nice. Catwoman's brain stopped working. She felt a sharp jab in her neck.
"Ow!"
Then she slept.
***
Catwoman woke up in a cave. It smelt wet, musty. Like wet dog. No, not quite, more like wet --
Bats. Hundreds of them. They lined the walls of the cavern, chittering quietly to each other. Walkways were riveted onto the cave walls, leading to multiple open areas that were lined with work benches and equipment. At the centre of it all was a large computer terminal with a myriad of different-sized screens.
Catwoman realised she was stretched out on what felt uncomfortably like a morgue slab. Someone sat on a chair nearby, just inside her peripheral vision, watching her intently. She felt cool air on her skin. She realised more of it was exposed. Someone had pulled her zipper down a few inches!
Selina slowly pushed herself up.
"Rise and shine."
Robin was sitting in a chair. His mask and armour were still on.
"What happened?" Catwoman rubbed her eyes.
"Whoever hired you to steal that box?" Robin began. "They're working for Scarecrow. There was a new strain of fear toxin in there. Odourless and colourless. You broke the seal when you hit Br - Batman."
"Is he the one that roofied me?" Catwoman asked grumpily.
"I did," Robin answered. "Tranqing you was the best way to avoid the fear toxin's effects. It's in a crude, unrefined state -- almost nerve gas. It's why you lost your coordination and balance. A few more seconds and you would've experienced nightmares so horrifying your heart would stop."
"Aww, kind of you," Catwoman muttered sarcastically. "Now, if you'd show me towards the exit, I'll be on my way."
"Can't," Robin shook his head. "Batman's taken some of your blood to another lab. We don't have the tech here. He suspects that toxin is still in your system and the effects might re-emerge, in which case I'm supposed too..."
Robin held up a syringe as an explanation. Catwoman raised an eyebrow in surprise.
