Nightwing hunts down a surprisingly muscular Catwoman to avenge the Batman...
Dick Grayson was mad... actually FURIOUS. He had just returned from the hospital, where Bruce was being treated for a severe concussion; broken bones; a swollen, inflamed kidney; and general lacerations and contusions. Though his jaw was wired shut to set a fracture, most of his speech was understandable. It was clear to Dick that Catwoman was responsible for his injuries, though he could hardly believe it. He looked like he had been beaten with baseball bats and lead pipes. Maybe she had help or something, and Bruce was just too woozy to recall. He could not remember a time when his mentor had been that banged up. He paced back and forth across the Italian marble tile in his well-appointed entry hall. His Gotham penthouse had been provided by Bruce through a generous monthly stipend channeled through Wayne Enterprises, and he felt grateful to have it. Dick realized that over the years – no, decades – since he had met him, there was hardly a single thing he possessed or skill he had acquired that he didn't have Bruce Wayne to thank for. They have had their disagreements in the past, and Dick had even left the man to find his way as a solo crime-fighter... away from that long shadow cast by the Batman.
But to see him like this - beaten, bloody and humiliated – supposedly at the hands of a woman he had loved – made him want to lash out and avenge the man, whatever the cost. Hadn't Batman even personally intervened numerous times when Selina was sentenced by the Gotham courts, to recommend leniency? A personal plea from the Batman carries great weight with most judges in this city. Dick always had trouble understanding how a man as sharp as Bruce, with legendary street smarts could be fooled and misled repeatedly by this woman with her batting eyelashes, yet still come back for more.
He had enough forethought to realize that however he decided to respond to this, it was imperative that he be able to live with it, and it's impact on Bruce. No regrets. He considered his options. On one hand, he didn't want to further deepen Bruce's feelings of humiliation by rushing out and spanking this woman by virtue of his faster reflexes and youthful strength. After all, anyone facing the Batman of today surely faces a less formidable opponent than the Batman in his prime, say 20 years ago. Dick knew that Bruce had been struggling lately to keep himself in the kind of physical condition necessary to stay at the top of his game. If Dick went out and thrashed the foe that put him in the hospital, would that make him feel better or worse? Definitely worse, he knew. But on the other hand, doing nothing was not an option. As soon as it leaked out onto the street that the Batman was beaten up by a girl, everyone would start gunning for him, to be the new king of the hill. Whether it was true or not (Dick doubted very much that it was), it's the story that would spread on the streets.
Ultimately, Dick decided to avenge the man... after it was over he'd make up some story about how he got in over his head, but somehow got lucky... or that she had him on the ropes but made some foolish mistake that he could capitalize on only because he had superb training by the Batman. He felt sure he could sell that story to Bruce and avoid damaging his ego.
He donned his dark blue Nightwing costume and took to the streets for some reconnaissance. Batman had taught him to always stack the deck in his favor. He had to know who was with Catwoman that night, or what weaponry she used against Bruce to gain the upper hand. He easily found the spot where the paramedics said they found Batman, bloody and unconscious. He had clearly dragged himself quite some distance to a payphone to call 911. This told Dick that he no longer had his utility belt by the end of the fight, since he keeps several communications devices in it, including a cellphone. By following the trail of blood with an ultraviolet flashlight, he was able to find the site of the fight itself.
The ground was asphalt and concrete, so no way to tell how many assailants were involved from footprints. Strike one. He looked overhead to see if there were any CCTV cameras that could have recorded the fight. One camera in the alleyway behind a nearby convenience store that ordinarily would have picked it up, but closer inspection revealed that it was only a “dummy” camera. Placed there by cheap business owners that thought criminals would be deterred by the mere presence of a camera. Strike two. There was a high-quality infrared camera nearby as well – placed there by Gotham PD to aid in crime investigations, since it was a high crime area. He placed a call to a friend at the Technical Services desk to see about getting video surveillance footage from the last 24 hours. Within minutes, he was receiving video files he could view on his iPhone. He quickly scanned through the first three hours of files with nothing unusual in view of the camera. Halfway through the fourth hour though, the picture blanked. Nothing but blackness. Looking up at the camera some twenty feet off the ground, he used a small pair of binoculars to see more detail. Damn... someone had sprayed the lens glass with black spray paint... certainly it was Catwoman. Strike three.
So now there was nothing left to do but set up some sort of surveillance on Selina herself, to try and get some additional information and give him an edge. It helps to have mad googling skills. Less than an hour on the internet and Dick managed to ferret out Selina Kyle's address. Or “Cameron Syke's” address anyways, her current alias. Her real name was well known enough in certain circles that it made sense for her to use an alias and cover her tracks.
He personally staked out Selina's apartment for a good 72 hours or so, to make sure he could count on her being gone long enough so he could plant video and audio devices when he was ready. The weather was cold enough that she always wore a heavy jacket outside the apartment. Her comings and goings were very irregular, but it was easy enough to tell when she left for the gym in the evening, since she always carried her gym bag. Then he could count on the apartment being empty for over 90 minutes. More than enough time for him to do his work. On the fourth day, he waited on the roof instead of his “stake-out car” (a beat-up, faded Subaru) parked across the street. He flattened himself on the roof's edge so he could see when she left. It was cold and boring, but finally just after 9pm she walked out the building's front door with her bag. He waited until she was out of sight, then rock-climbed his way down the rear of the brick building to the window of her spare bedroom on the 6th floor.
It was easy to fool her apartment's alarm system by careful placement of a powerful magnet on the outside wall near the security contact. The window was locked of course, but he drilled a tiny hole at the bottom near the latch using a cordless drill and a glass bit, then pushed a steel rod through, forcing the latch open. He slid the window up, and eased his athletic body into the dark bedroom. The only light was the dim red display from the alarm clock on the dresser. He clicked on his small LED flashlight and made his way slowly through the rooms to verify that there were no motion sensors in the apartment. Once satisfied, he found two strategic locations to install his wireless spy cameras where they would not be noticed. He installed and tested them before leaving with a small wireless LCD monitor. He looked at his watch: 70 minutes had passed. Time to leave. He slid the bedroom window open and slid out into the cold night air, gripping the edges of the brick for support. He slid the window closed and, using a small rod-and-wire tool through the hole he had drilled in the window, closed the latch. After sealing the hole up expertly with clear epoxy and removing his alarm contact magnet, he scaled down the six stories to the alley behind the apartment building. Once he reached his Subaru, he re-confirmed that he had clear video and sound from the two wireless cameras. Just enough time to pick up some take-out Chinese from the place across the street, get back in the car and wait for her return.
Selina let herself back into her apartment about 11pm, carrying a bag of groceries and her duffel bag. After disappearing from camera one's view for a few moments to deposit her bag and heavy coat in the hall closet, she came back into view, humming a popular tune as she headed toward the kitchen with her groceries. She was wearing a black leotard on top and tight jeans below. Her arms and torso were impressively developed. When she turned back toward the camera, Dick could see her powerful, rounded shoulders and thick pectorals. The neckline of her leotard was low enough to show some cleavage, and he could feel himself becoming aroused at the sight. He hadn't seen Selina for years, except recently through binoculars. He had forgotten how beautiful she was: large green eyes, full lips and waist-length auburn hair kind of disheveled, but in a very sexy way;. There was something compelling about her that couldn't be completely defined. She chopped some vegetables and chicken, constantly and compulsively running the back of her hand through her hair, trying to avoid using her fingers.
She ate dinner, cleaned up and went to bed. He found nothing out until late morning, when her cellphone rang, waking her up. Sunlight was streaming through her bedroom window, so camera two was super clear. Dick had no tap on her mobile phone, but it was clear from her side of the conversation that she had made a deal with the caller for “services rendered”. She had apparently already paid the caller, but “he” (could have been a she?) was now thinking that the work was harder than originally expected, and wanted more money. After some back and forth that didn't illuminate much to Dick, Selina said “uh-huh, fine” and hung up the phone. She pounded her mattress and cursed “fucking IDIOTS!”
She threw off the bed covers and strode across the room to boot up the laptop on her desk. Dick nearly sprayed coffee all over his windshield. She was wearing pajama bottoms and a tight white stretch tank top, looking fantastic. She had dressed for bed in relative darkness last night, and his cameras didn't pick up much detail in infrared mode. Now, with full sunlight the top seemed almost sheer and her large areolas were fully visible. Her body was astounding. Lean and vascular – he could see some small veins meandering across her striated deltoids and pectorals. Her arms were very powerfully muscled, and laced with a network of veins. As she sat waiting for her Mac Book to boot up, she bunched her shoulders and rubbed her hands for warmth. He got lost in the detail of her gorgeous back and neck muscles. His erection was back, this time so hard it was almost painful. He tried to focus on his job. She lit up a cigarette from the silver box near the edge of the desk. He couldn't see much detail on the laptop screen, but she appeared to be reading and responding to email.
After 10 minutes or so, she got up and walked toward the camera. She crossed her arms and pulled the tank top off over her head. Now completely unclothed, and lit well by sunlight her torso was so spectacular he nearly forgot to breathe. Large, firm, tanned boobs with no visible tan lines blended into slabs of pectoral muscle. Her nipples were erect and the room was cold enough that he could see goosebumps on her skin. Thick fingers of serratus and intercostal muscles framed her abs, criss-crossed with fine veins. There was a small gold belly ring at her navel. Her sharp eight-pack abs were covered by skin stretched so tight he wondered how there had been enough loose skin to pierce. Dick lost it. He noticed a dark stain of precum on his pants and looked for a napkin to clean it up when there was a tapping at his driver-side window. He shifted his body to hide the embarrassing stain, tapped the standby key on his laptop and rolled down the window. The proprietor of the doughnut shop he was parked near was asking him if he could move his car, as he was expecting a delivery. The truck was big and might have trouble squeezing into the alley with Dick's car there. The guy was nice and apologetic, but had a look on his face as if he were speaking to a drunk or something. Dick promised he would move right away. He rolled his window back up waited for the guy to walk away so he could clean his crotch with a paper towel. He brought his laptop back out of standby and placed it on the passenger seat where he could see the screen and started up the car.
It took him awhile to find another suitable parking spot where he was out of the way but could still see the entry to Selina's apartment building. As he drove he kept an eye on the screen. She crossed the room to her dressing room and was pulling a shirt on when her cellphone rang again. She smoked as she listened and nodded her head, frowning in distaste. She clearly didn't have a high opinion of the caller. Dick finally found a spot, parked and shut off his engine, and could focus fully on Selina's call. It sounded as if this might be the guy she was speaking to earlier. After a bit of back and forth where they discussed money “no, I can't give you more than twenty five each”, she fiddled with her iPhone and said “Okay, write this down. 26130 west albania avenue. It's near 26th, but enter from the west alley. I'll leave that door unlocked. Right, so I'll see you at 11:30. Just the two of you... right.”
So, she was meeting two men to pay them more money at 11:30... but am or pm? It was now about 7:30am. He had to be ready for either time. He closed his laptop and started up the car again. Just enough time to let himself into 21603 W. Albania and install some cameras, get back home and take a shower, dress and get back here to watch the front door to see when she leaves. Oh yeah, cameras! He opened his bag and counted... four wireless cams left. Hopefully that will be enough to cover the meeting place. No way to know until he sees it, but not enough time to get more right now. He put the Subaru into gear and headed off to the west side.
The address was in a run-down area, just a shade better than a ghetto. Heavy Puerto Rican population. He walked around the building to scope it out. It was an abandoned warehouse that looked like it was converted at one time to be an office building. Dick had to climb up onto a windowsill in the west alley to see through a transom, since the regular windows were blacked out from the inside. There was actually plenty of light from the transoms on three sides of the large warehouse space. He could see that office cubicle spaces had once been set up, but now about half of them had been taken down, their partitions stacked up on one side of the big room. He pushed on a couple of the hinged transoms and found one that wasn't latched. He could fit through the opening when it was fully opened.
He lowered his bag of security equipment in through the open transom, looking around to make sure no passersby were in view. Then he leapt up, grabbed hold of the transom frame above the window, and swung his body through the opening, landing quietly inside. He plugged his laptop and spare batteries into outlets along the wall to recharge. The power was still turned on in the building, fortunately. Walking through the whole space, he could see that there were quite a few office rooms at the back of the warehouse space. Also washrooms, a janitors closet and stairs leading up to the second level. He climbed them and found more offices above, as well as a balcony almost the width of the building that looked over the whole warehouse. At the end of one of the upper hallways was a steel ladder with a roof hatch above. He poked his head up just to see if the roof could be useful as a vantage point or entrance. There were some skylights looking over the warehouse. He broke out a glass pane in one that was big enough to lower his body through and climbed back down from the roof and on down to the entrance level.
Four cameras would cover the room nicely, apart from missing some of the still-standing office cubicle space. If they met in one of the back offices he would be out of luck, but they probably wouldn't. There was no furniture at all back there to sit on, just a few old file cabinets. He installed his cameras and tested them from his laptop. Sound and picture, all fine. He sped back across town to his penthouse for a quick shower and shave. This time he dressed with his Nightwing costume underneath his street clothes. He ate some oatmeal, then drove back uptown to Selina Kyle's apartment building. It was nearly 10:30am, and she was still home, but now fully dressed in a sweater, slacks and heels. He couldn't tell whether she was wearing her Catwoman costume beneath her clothes. A bag was packed and sitting near the front door.
At 11:00, she shut the lights off, grabbed her bag and headed out the door. A few minutes later, her silver Porsche Boxster turned left out of the building's underground parking garage and headed towards the west side. Dick followed in his Subaru at a cautious distance. About two miles from the warehouse she turned down an alleyway. Dick was prevented from following her because of a traffic snarl-up. He slapped his steering wheel and managed to pull himself out of the jam and finally get to the other side of the alley. Looking both ways down the long street it adjoined, he could see no silver Porsche. Nothing he could do now but head towards the warehouse on Albania and look for her car. He cursed himself for not installing a GPS tracker underneath her car.
He reached the address at 11:10 and drove around the area. No silver Porsche. He parked the car out of sight, loaded his laptop into a backpack and approached the bakery building just west of the warehouse. He scaled the three story building from the rear, and positioned himself so he was looking down into the alley, but relatively hidden from view. He also watched the streets nearby for a silver Boxster. The cameras were quiet, showing no activity in the warehouse. He waited, watched and listened. 11:30am came and went with no changes. By 11:45 he packed up his laptop again, climbed back down to street level and carefully approached the warehouse door in the alley between the two buildings. He slowly tried the door handle. It was still locked. Selina's meeting must be in the PM then. He drove back toward the east side, but stopped at a coffee shop and brought his laptop in with him. He drank his cappuccino and ordered lunch while he watched the cameras at Selina's apartment and the warehouse. Nothing happening at either location.
When lunch was finished, he continued to the east side of town and again parked himself near Selina's brownstone. He was really strung out at this point. Very little sleep for four days. Too much caffeine, and no exercise. He left the car for a few minutes to walk around and shake his legs out. With the costume AND street clothes on it got too hot in the car, and it was nice to feel the cold outside air. Back in the car for more mind-numbing watching. He had brought some books along, but he was too agitated on stake-outs to read usually.
After several hours of absolutely nothing happening, he went around the corner to get his take-out Chinese dinner. It really wasn't very good, but he could walk there without danger of being seen from the apartment building. After dinner, he got rid of all the trash that had accumulated in his car and popped some No-Doz tablets, trying to clear his head and sharpen himself up. After a quick jog up and down the block in his street clothes, he watched some more. Still nothing happening.
By 10pm he decided to head back to the warehouse and set up there. His plan was to wait on the roof with his laptop and watch the meeting. Hopefully the live audio and video would confirm what he suspected: Selina had hired some thugs to surprise the Batman during their fight and help her take him out. Then he would descend into the warehouse through the broken skylight and avenge the Batman, using the element of surprise. He relished the thought of putting Selina behind bars, by himself this time.
He climbed up the bakery building with his backpack, then leaped across to the warehouse roof, landing silently. He removed his street clothes, putting them neatly folded into the backpack and watched his laptop. Still nothing. No lights on in the warehouse or the apartment. Still, it wasn't yet even 10:30. He looked at the streets surrounding the warehouse. He did spot Selina's Boxster on a street about a half block away. Excellent. Shouldn't be long now.
As 11:30 approached, he was getting keyed up. He practiced footwork and stick work up on the roof, to get some blood moving. He was careful to be very quiet so he wasn't heard down below. Warehouse cameras were still blank though. At 11:30 he was like a hawk, alert to any motion or sound. Selina's car was still down there, but absolutely nothing happening here. Nor at the apartment. Dick felt like he was going to jump out of his skin. He couldn't come down right away to check things out. Not yet, anyways. He would wait until 11:45 or so, then descend into the dark warehouse to see what might be happening. He felt a bit of the old anxiety return from his days as Batman's sidekick. In the earlier days, he often felt nervous before confronting high profile villains like Catwoman. He looked up to Bruce as his protector, and knew he couldn't face them by himself if it came to that. He was an adult now, and fully capable of “flying solo”. And hell, wasn't Catwoman really past her prime too? Not as old as Bruce, but something like 10-15 years older than Dick, he guessed. He just couldn't shake that image of her powerful, muscular body from his mind. If she was as good as she used to be (better?) and had two or more thugs with her, it might be a... challenge. Regardless, this was about avenging Bruce. Dick had never known his biological family, but Bruce was more than family. He owed his very life to him. He was ashamed that he had indulged his childish fears, even for a moment.
At this point, however it was looking more and more like he'd been played. Almost 11:45 and zero activity. He thought about coming down to street level and checking to see if that west door was unlocked, but he may as well lower himself down into the empty warehouse instead. He slid his escrima sticks into their holsters and prepared to rappel through the opening in the skylight. The only light in the warehouse was provided by the moonlight and streetlights shining through the transoms. He slid down far enough so his whole body was hanging below the skylight and waited there to allow his eyes to adjust. Then slowly lowered himself as he scanned the interior for signs of movement or threats. The ceiling height was roughly 35 feet. He covered that in about 30 seconds, stepping onto the floor quietly and disengaging himself from the rappelling rope. He took three steps toward the west door when he heard the familiar rush of a bullwhip, then searing pain around his neck. He clawed at his neck to release the tight whip, but it wasn't budging. Within seconds he started blacking out from lack of oxygen. He slumped to the floor and dimly heard the click of high heels and a woman's arrogant laugh.
Blurry flashes of light... words don't understand..... perfume smellingggg. Dick slowly rolled his head up and felt stinging on his neck where it brushed against his collar. He squinted his eyes trying to adjust to the light. He heard Selina's voice say “Back to consciousness, eh? I was about to douse you with water, hehe.” His senses slowly started to come back online. He couldn't move his arms, and he felt pressure on his shoulders... he was tied and hanging from the WALL! He realized his legs were bound together too, but were swinging free. He could just tap the floor with the balls of his feet. His neck stung like hell... he realized the bullwhip wrapped around his neck, cut off air and he blacked out. But why couldn't he unwrap..... ?
“... whip was treated with special adhesive on the end, if you're wondering.” Selina said.
Dick focused on her, his eyes sharper now. He noticed that Selina had set up halogen lights all around the warehouse floor, so it was actually almost like daytime. He started to speak, but a dry throat made him start coughing instead. She was standing near, with her mask and gloves on, but in low-heeled slippers. Her costume was skintight dark purple leather, and exposed her chiseled midsection. The neckline was very low, showing an expanse of her sun-bronzed, muscular, busty chest. Her eyes were level with his, which surprised him. She was apparently taller. The last time he met her he was young, and still hadn't reached his full adult height. It never occurred to him that she might still be taller than him.
“You were so predictable, Boy Blunder! I mean, did you honestly not realize that my apartment is covered with CCTV cameras already? While you sneaked in and installed your little crap cams, you were being recorded in high-def... and viewed in real-time by me, I might add. By the way, if you ever make it back to your crappy yellow Subaru I suggest you pull the steering column apart. The camera you find will be my gift to you, you horny little bastard!” She chuckled.
He grimaced in embarrassment.
“Oh, and... surprised that my “friends” never showed up for our meeting, Dickie? Yes, I know why you're here. Well, that's because there was never going to be a meeting, because there never was anyone else.” She pulled a long, white cigarette from her cleavage, placed it between her full, dark red lips, and lit it.
Dick scowled at her angrily. “Liar! What are you saying?”
She smiled, blowing a cloud of smoke into his face. He coughed. “What I'm saying, dear boy, is that Brucie got his ass kicked all over Gotham by ME, and ONLY me. I suckered you in with those phony phone calls. You see, I'm more than a match for the Batman...” Placing the cigarette between her lips, she unzipped the sleeves from her costume, dropping them on the floor. She flexed her powerful arms big and hard, holding a bicep nearly under his nose, “and, by deductive reasoning, my junior detective, MUCH more than a match for you.”
Dick swallowed and stared in disbelief.. Her arms were huge, defined and vascular. Up close they looked positively intimidating. He had a hard time accepting it, but they were obviously larger and more muscular than his – at least 17”! With huge, thick, ropey veins and all the muscular detail etched in diamond-hard relief. His jaw trembled a bit. The need to avenge Bruce seemed unimportant, unattainable now. He was feeling like the small, under-confident sidekick again.
She smiled, reveling in his undeniable fear. “Yes, let it sink in, little boy. You are about to get your ass kicked by me. In fact... I think I need to make an example of you. A simple beatdown won't be adequate. I'll make sure all the “heroes” and do-gooders in Gotham get the message that I'm too big a risk to try and take down. They should be fucking terrified of me. I'm going to give you special attention.” She licked her lips seductively, and dragged the lit end of her cigarette sadistically along the contour of his cheek. It was hot, but did not burn.
He strained against the ropes and clenched his teeth. She flexed her thick pectorals for his benefit. The striations made her chest look like it was composed of thick bundles of piano wire coated with bronze lacquer. “You ever get decked by a woman who could bench three fifty... for reps?” She laughed as his mouth dropped open. “Hah! What do you bench pussy? Two hundred? Max?” She poked his smaller pectoral muscle and howled with laughter. He shifted uneasily in his ropes. His humiliation and massive erection were making him uncomfortable.
“Yes, THIS is going to be fun.” she purred. She sat down to pull her high-heeled boots on. “And don't worry – you'll have every opportunity to defend yourself... if you can, that is. Neither of us will have weapons. I have removed my bullwhips from this warehouse, and you'll find that your gloves and boots have been emptied of all their little gadgets. No sticks, no whips. Just a man... well, boy” She snickered. “against a woman.” She stood up, standing nearly 6'3” in her heels, and unzipped her top a few inches, revealing substantial cleavage. She crushed out her cigarette on the floor, her eyes locked on his. She walked up to him slowly, maintaining eye contact, intimidating him... daring him. Reaching around him, she bent down and untied some knots behind his back, her big boobs pressing against his crotch. She stood up, looking down into his eyes, grabbed his balls and squeezed them painfully. With her other hand, she grabbed his face and forced him to look at her.
“Look here, nancy-boy... I know you're scared shitless of me. You're close to peeing yourself right now, aren't you? AREN'T YOU??!?” She raised her voice. He tried to look away, ashamed... knowing she was right. She sneered. “Yeah. Thought so. Haha. But if you try to leave... if you try to run away with your little wiener dangling between your legs... I will fucking hunt you down... and when I catch you by your scrawny little neck, it will be TEN times worse for you! GOT me???!!” She leaned in and squeezed his balls harder for emphasis. Dick bit his lip and felt his eyes tear up slightly.
She looked down at his erect cock. “Bruce couldn't control himself either...” She sneered. “he had wood every time we fought. Even when I was slapping him around like a little bitch!” He winced at her venom. She winked. “Hmmm... I think you've got a bigger package..... Dick.”
She walked slowly away from him a few feet, then turned to face him. “Just raise your arms above your head, and the final knots will release.”
He did so, and dropped to the floor. He rubbed his arms and shoulders to get the blood circulating again.
She bent forward slightly and backed away, gesturing for him to come and get her. “Come on, little birdie... this kitty is hungry!” There was a gleam in her eye. She slapped her big bicep and growled “Come and get some, pussy!”
He gingerly felt his sore neck to see if he was bleeding. Now that he was on his feet and free of his bindings, he was starting to feel more confident again. Sure she was big... and strong. But could she match his speed? He was going to find out. He grinned as he began circling her, and tried to ignore his unwieldy boner. Damn she was hot! Two quick slide-lunges forward and he reached her, launching a lightning-fast right cross at her cheek. She managed to slip it, but just barely – his knuckles grazed her jaw. She danced a bit out of range and nodded that she was impressed.
He was starting to feel like Nightwing again, rather than Robin the sidekick. He rotated into a left lead stance, bent and launched a right roundhouse kick at her ribs. She backed out of range, but not quick enough. He knocked her defensive arm away with his kick. Her lips pursed. She showed a trace of concern on her face. She moved forward, but tentatively. She cleared her throat and launched a couple of very amateurish jabs at his head. He swatted them away and countered with a knee to the midsection which knocked her back a few steps. She stretched her torso to shake it off. She stepped in with a fast roundhouse, which he easily ducked. He spun away, slapping her on the ass to show he had more than enough speed to counter if he wanted.
She sneered at him. He said “Not so confident now, are you, bitch?”
“Fuck you!” Was her bitter reply. “You're still mine!” She said, unconvincingly. She had backed toward the office cubicles. Dick was starting to think she was planning an escape.
He leaped and launched himself at her. She quickly stepped in and reached up, grabbing him by the neck and testicles. Using his momentum against him, she hurled him into the cubicles headfirst. Dick had no way of stopping. He tried to ball up but hit the first partition before he knew what was happening. He crashed through three cubicles and landed in a heap, broken panels and bent chrome landing on top of him. He staggered to his feet, brushing wood chips out of his hair and kicking off debris. He was a little dazed. Selina looked smug. Okay, he'd give her that one. Lucky catch, but goddamn she was stronger than shit! Could she have been playing cat-and-mouse? He put it out of his mind and focused on kicking her ass.
She seemed a little more confident now, but still cautious. He kicked his way back to the clear floor and bared his teeth at her, striding forward to fire off a combination... show her who's boss. She caught his lead hand, stepped in and clotheslined him with her big arm across the throat. She hit him so hard and fast he almost flipped head-over-heels. He went down hard, the wind knocked out of him. She bent down, grabbing handfuls of his costume near the shoulder and jerked him off the floor. He was woozy and gasping to get a lungful of air, but he could tell she was holding him off the ground. Her massive biceps bulged. Grinning, she shook him like a rag doll. Dick's eyes betrayed panic. Sneering, she said. “Who's the bitch now? You're barely a warm-up weight for me, wimp!” He fought for air, and felt like he was about to cry. But men don't cry, do they? “That's right, CRY you fuckin' SISSY!” She spat. Yanking him back down, she brought her thigh up hard into his guts. He felt a stabbing pain as at least one rib cracked on his left side. She dumped him on his back in the pile of broken cubicle panels. He rolled to his right side, gasping and trying to get to his feet. He made loud rasping sounds as his lungs were still traumatized and couldn't get enough air.
Selina leaned on an old barstool and lit up a cigarette, smiling, perfectly relaxed. “The thing that gets me is... Dickie... not only are you a sissy and a weakling... but you are such a simpleton! I could play with you all night and you'd never catch on that you were being toyed with!”
She sauntered over to him, still lying nearly incapacitated in a heap. “And did I feel a rib pop when I nailed you with that knee strike? Was iiiit..... HERE?” She tapped him in the side with the toe of her boot. He rolled into a ball for protection, groaning. She snickered and took a big drag on her cigarette. “See... you'd be dead now if I weren't being so nice. Or am I being sadistic? Subtle difference... so hard for me to be sure.”
He managed to get to his hands and knees, still groggy and short of breath. Fucking clothesline felt like being hit with a telephone pole!
She cracked her knuckles “Well, come on, come on... we don't have all night!” She put her cigarette between her lips as Dick tried to straighten up. Shaking her big arms out, she stretched and said “Let's see how fast you are, junior. I'll give you three free shots at my face. If you can touch me even once, I'll let you walk out of here under your own power.”
After a couple minutes more, Dick's breathing was back to normal, and he was only dealing with the pain from his busted rib. It really only hurt when he pressed it or twisted his torso away from his left side. He approached Selina.
Cigarette bobbing between her lips, she said “Take your best shots, bitch.” She stuck her chin out, taunting him. Her muscular arms were pumped from exertion, and looked enormous to him. She towered over him, sneering. He fought back a wave of panic and steeled himself.
He snapped off a lightning fast left jab from the shoulder which she slipped easily. “One” She said. He started bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet, circling his shoulders to loosen up. He fired off a left hook aimed straight at her jaw, with his whole bodyweight behind it. She pulled her head back just slightly and he hit nothing but air, losing his balance due to over-commitment. She chuckled “Two” blowing smoke in his face with an evil smile.
“One left, sport. Then it's MY turn.”
He turned away slightly, then swung back with a blazing right backfist at her temple. She leaned way back, avoiding his punch for the third time. Again, he over-extended and lost his footing slightly. She stepped in quickly behind his shoulder, and wrapped her meaty arm around his neck. She caught the wrist of the right arm, forced it down, then levered it up painfully behind his back. She straightened up then, lifting him off the ground, his toes not even able to find the floor anymore. Dick grunted, then squealed a bit as he realized he was completely trapped and helpless. His feet kicked desperately, trying to get traction on the floor.
He tried to hit her face or pull her hair with his free hand but her shoulder and arm were thick enough that he couldn't reach. Her big firm tits flattened against his back. He tried to head-butt her, but his neck's range of motion was restricted by her heavily-muscled arm. She poured on the power and he nearly blacked out, but she kept him just barely conscious, Her cigarette was still between her lips, and the smoke wasn't helping his weak attempts to get oxygen.
“Once again, Boy Blunder, I could easily kill you right now. I could snap your arm, your neck, or just simply choke you out. But... I won't.” She dropped him to his knees at her feet, wheezing for breath. She crushed out her cigarette butt next to him with her boot. “I want to make this last a little longer, for my own... personal reasons.” She laughed.
Dick was terrified. He felt like the 98 pound weakling on the beach, and Selina was the muscular bodybuilder kicking sand in his face. She had not only proven to be far stronger than him, but she was clearly faster too. Always a step or two ahead of him. His heart was pounding in his chest and his hands were shaky. He had little strength left to defend himself against her, and knew that whatever she had planned for the climax was not something he wanted to stick around for. He HAD to get away..As he recovered, he surreptitiously looked around the room for an exit he could reach before she could catch him. She had cut off a length of his rappelling line to bind him when she first caught him with the whip, but he could see that it was still hanging from the skylight, albeit quite a bit shorter. He wouldn't be able to reach it from the warehouse floor even by jumping, but he could tic-tac up the wall to the balcony. He needed a corner to do that, and fortunately they were pretty close to the corner near the rope. Once he reached the corner he was probably safe. Even if Selina knew how to tic-tac, there's no way she could do it in high heels.
He looked over at Selina. She had unzipped her top and was pulling it off. He got instant wood seeing her topless like that, so close to him. Her muscular, powerful physique was revealed in all its sweaty, pumped-up glory now. Her shoulders were huge, with thick finger-like striations. Several tiny veins meandered across them. The deltoids blended perfectly into her rippling slabs of pectoral muscle. Even at rest, they looked powerful. Her enormous boobs, with the huge areolas and nipples weakened his resolve to escape. But he had to try. She was pulling on her gloves, flexing her fingers in them for a tight fit. She smacked a fist into her other hand, and headed towards him with a menacing look in her eye. Her big tits bounced rhythmically as she walked. It looked like she was coming to finish him off. He was mostly recovered, but stayed on all fours to appear less able to put up a fight... or flight. She reached down and lifted him by the hair with a gloved fist. He felt the searing pain of his roots tearing. Once he was on his feet, she grabbed him by the front of his costume with her left hand. She was sneering, pumped and vascular. Veins were like a roadmap covering her hyper-developed physique. His erection was obvious, enhanced by his tight costume.
She bitch-slapped him hard across the face “Listen up, faggot. Now I'm going to beat the crap out of you... but I'm going to draw it out, slowly. I get a lot of enjoyment out of beating men up. Crushing their pride and ego. Watching them scamper away from me like scared little bitches. But like you, most of them are wimps. I need my men to fight back, to struggle against me. It's no good for me otherwise. So I have to take my time, and give them little chances to regain strength.” He could tell she was getting aroused as she spoke. Her nipples got hard and stuck straight out. She smacked him again. “You fuckin' listening, pussy? So what I'm telling you is, you better start putting up a fucking fight, or I'm going to do permanent damage to you, hear me? If you don't man up, you're going to end up walking with a limp and drinking all your meals through a straw into old age, trying to convince your grandkids you used to be a superhero, GOT me?”
He nodded meekly. He had to find an opportunity to run soon, or he'd never get another chance. She lifted him up by the front of his costume with her left arm. Not completely off his feet, but enough that he was up on his toes. Her bicep bulged up hugely, and veins swelled to supply blood to the powerful arm. He felt overwhelmed by her strength. Taunting him, she said “Look at you... what a sad, pathetic fuckin' excuse for a MAN. You've obviously got a cock...” She grabbed his crotch roughly and lifted. The pain in his balls caused him to lurch. She laughed. “But you don't DESERVE it, do you?” She feinted a slap to the face. He flinched nervously and held his hands up, scared and nervous.”See?” She sneered. “Fuckin' scrawny little no-dick sissyboy! If both my hands were tied behind my back, I could probably beat you to death with my TITS!” She laughed loudly. “Man?... yeah, right!” His lip trembled.
She lifted higher, his feet completely leaving the floor. Her huge shoulder and arm swelled and rippled - she gritted her teeth with the effort. As he realized what was happening, his panic multiplied. His feet bicycled wildly, trying to find the ground. He clawed at her hand, desperately trying to free himself – but had no effect. He had once thought his abilities were on a par with hers. Now he realized he was hopelessly overpowered. How was it even possible for a woman to develop this much strength and muscle?? Laughing, she said “How screwed, are YOU, faggot? I mean, I'm LIFTING you off the ground with ONE hand! Your little feet are just dangling... you must be just pissing yourself with fear right now, am I right? You're a superhero??? What chance could you POSSIBLY have against a woman who can toss you around like a fuckin' duffel bag?” She smashed him full in the face with her free hand. He could feel blood starting to run in his nose, and saw stars. He was starting to have trouble focusing his eyes. She grinned, and backhanded him hard across the face, sending him spinning into the pile of debris. He got slowly to his feet, and waited until he was ready... he RAN as fast as he could towards the corner. He was weak, though. Felt awkward and disoriented. His arms were pumping frantically and he wasn't looking back... only thirty yards... keep going! He could feel blood running into his mouth... his legs were like lead. The fear of being caught by Selina was like a black cloak wrapped around him, dimming his awareness. His ears were buzzing. All of a sudden, the room tilted to one side and he crashed into the cubicles. Selina was on top of him, landing on him like a ton of bricks. His hip struck something hard as he fell, crushed to the floor by her weight.
“You little FUCK!” She flipped him over on his back, pinning him in a schoolboy on top of the broken partitions. “You are gonna fucking PAY for that little stunt! You think you're CLEVER...?” Smack! She backhanded him across the face. “...trying to TRICK me?” Whack! She punched him in the jaw. Dick was sniveling now, desperate to erase his transgression, to apologize and take it all back. He was sorry... so sorry. “P-p-please, N-NO, I didn't... unhh...” He tried to cover his face with his arms, but she grabbed them and pinned both his wrists with one hand, then slapped the shit out of him. “Yeah, struggle you little PUSSY! You're SORRY now? You are gonna find out just how fuckin' SADISTIC I can be... welcome to your WORST fucking nightmare, jackass!” She stood up, jerking him to his feet by the front of his costume. She THREW him back across the rubble, tearing the costume. Dick flew/slid almost thirty feet before coming to a stop, all cut up and scraped now. He just lay there bleeding, while she slowly crossed the room to continue breaking him. Not enough strength to even get to his feet. He dreaded what was surely coming, but felt fatalistic. What was the point... she was completely in control. He hurt almost everywhere on his body, and was soooo tired.
He was face down in the disarray of broken partitions. The new abrasions on his face and chest stung like hell. She grabbed him by the back of his costume with one hand, and dragged him over to the nearest wall, under the balcony. Selina was saying something about punishment, but the words really didn't register in Dick's brain. She hoisted him up and steadied him against the wall in a corner. Her huge shoulders loomed over him as she re-adjusted the fit of her gloves, grinning malevolently at him. He tried to swallow his dread of what might happen next. It didn't occur to him anymore to try and escape. She was too close, too vigilant now. All the light in the room was behind her, so she was mostly a silhouette to him. She shoved him against the wall roughly, leered at him and said “Ready to take your beating, Daisy Mae?” He flinched and cleared his throat nervously. “I want you to take a good long look at me before I beat the unholy crap out of you. I want an image fixed in your little mind of the superior woman who kicked your fucking ass, to make it that much harder for you to convince yourself that it was some kind of fluke, or that I wasn't really that big and strong.”
She drew herself up into a double biceps pose. Her arms flexed up big and hard, their silhouetted shapes so fantastic as to be impossible to describe. She stepped backward just a bit, enough to allow some light from above to spill over her shoulders, arms and across the front of her body. The roundness and firmness of her staggering boobs were highlighted especially well, and he found his cock throbbing and growing, almost reaching out to her. The size and hardness of her enormous shoulders brought him back down to earth, though. They were tremendous boulders of rock-hard sinew. He thought about those slabs of muscle powering punches into his quivering guts, and had to wipe away some sweat beading on his upper lip. She turned slightly so light spilled across her powerful pectorals and flexed hard. She watched him as she manipulated her rippling muscular chest, causing striations to dance across her thick bulging pecs. Dick focused on that musclebound chest and felt his fear start building inside him. He was becoming agitated, starting to think he might not survive this beating. Selina noticed this and crowded him into the corner, looking down on him, pinning his smaller shoulders to the wall with her hands. She stared into his eyes intently. He tried to look away, but she grabbed his chin roughly in her strong hand and forced his attention up at her. He squirmed and struggled, but it was no use.
She flexed a huge bicep in his face and said slowly “Time... to kickkk... your ass. Lit-tle boy.” His eyes grew wide in fear and loathing. This was the look she was waiting for. Her thick nipples hardened visibly. She smiled broadly and cracked her knuckles, letting out her breath slowly.
She torqued her body violently and slammed a hard fist into his midsection. He started to double over, but she wouldn't allow it. She used a forearm under his chin to hold him up, pressing on his windpipe as she hammered that fist again and again into his softening stomach. On the fourth blow she brought her punch up almost from the ground in a brutal uppercut. The impact lifted him almost a foot off the floor... the punch felt like a baseball bat swung by a pro, and Dick felt tearing somewhere below his sternum. He tried to lurch out of the corner. He knew he couldn't survive much more of this. But Selina would NOT allow it. She slammed him right back into the corner using her shoulders and chest to control him.
She switched to a different target to avoid losing her play-toy too soon, delivering a side elbow strike to the jaw that rocked his senses. He felt a sharp pain in his mouth, then spat out a tooth fragment. She worked the face and chest now, powering bomb after bomb into him. His attempts to block and slip her went largely unnoticed, as he was almost completely ineffective. She was just too strong, too fast. Her blows powered right through his clumsy, awkward blocks. So much so that he often ended up hitting himself as her punches knocked his arms into his face and neck. The blood flowed freely from his mouth and nose, and his whole face soon felt like a painful wound. She reached a rhythm, smiling as she saw the effects of her handiwork. She started switching off between the body and the face, keeping him guessing as she feinted and expertly avoided his sloppy blocks.
Eventually she slowed up, as it looked like he couldn't take much more before losing consciousness. His face was swollen and red, the eyes starting to close with puffy tissue. She grabbed him by the collar with one hand and dragged him back out into the light, facing the open warehouse floor. He was wobbling on his feet, very unsteady. It looked like Dick no longer knew where he was. She steadied him carefully for the coup de grace and stepped back to prepare for her final blow. Dick saw her standing there and dimly realized what was happening. He started to whimper softly as he swayed. She wound up and powered a right cross into his chin that sent him flying backwards once more into the piles of broken partition panels. When he slid to a stop, he lay there, motionless except for the shallow rise and fall of his breathing. He blacked out.
When he came back into consciousness, it was hours later. He was disoriented and confused. His surroundings looked unfamiliar. He was laying face-up on something soft, but his face and body felt so cold. He probed around with his fingers and realized that he was on carpeting, and there were maybe a dozen ice-packs around him, on his face and abdomen mostly. He started pulling them away. His tongue found one missing incisor and two other teeth that were either cracked or broken. Trying to sit up was painful, but he worked his way onto his side and got himself to his hands and knees. His head pounded. He smelled cigarette smoke... and maybe perfume. This alarmed him, he felt a wave of fear wash over him, and his upper lip got sweaty. He looked to the right: Selina was sitting there on a barstool, smoking a cigarette and watching him trying to stand up. She had put her purple leather top back on, but her muscular arms were still exposed. He felt fear grip his heart, and his breathing quickened. His reaction to her was visceral, involuntary. Anxiety started taking over... why was she still here? What more could she possibly take from him? He realized that there were ropes tied to each wrist tightly, but the ends, maybe five feet, were hanging loose. What the...? He turned his head to the left. He could see now that they were upstairs, on the balcony. He looked over the edge and saw all the cubicles that had been knocked flat when she threw him around like a rag doll. He gripped the wood railing and pulled himself carefully to his feet, gritting his teeth from the pain in several places. His face was numb and almost frost-bitten from the ice packs. Maybe he should be grateful...without the cold, his face would probably be unbearably painful. He moved his lower jaw around a bit. It was very swollen and probably dislocated. A big flap of his Nightwing costume hung loosely from just above his belt. The costume was torn from the neck down in front. His abdomen was covered with darkening bruises and broad red scrapes. He heard her speak.
“I wouldn't have done the ice packs, but they were necessary. We're not done yet, you see...”
He swiveled his head toward her, steadying himself on the railing. She had drawn herself to full height. He noticed a black leather strap around her waist, and crossing under her crotch. Strange kind of harness. He'd never seen one like it before,
Dick gripped the balcony tightly to steel himself for whatever revelation she was about to make. She bent down. At her feet was her duffel bag. She unzipped it and pulled an object out. Black and shiny, it looked like... oh my god, it was a... a dildo! He moved to run away, along the balcony, but his knee collapsed under him after a couple steps. He felt her iron grip on his neck. Her other hand grabbed him by the hair. She held him against the railing and fumbled for one of the ropes he was trailing. He fought back, trying to free himself. She smashed his jaw with an elbow and he cried out in pain. His world started spinning, and he felt close to fainting. She had both ropes pulled through the railing and was looping it around. He looped a punch at her with his free hand, but it thudded ineffectually against her broad, thick back. His face was on fire! He pounded at her weakly with his free hand, feeling like he was about to pass out, but fighting like a wolverine. She got one wrist tied tightly to the railing, then grabbed him by the shoulders, yanked him down and brought her knee up into his chest. He sank to his knees out of breath, immobilized by the renewed pain from his broken rib. Dick was unable to prevent her from tying his other hand securely to the railing. He knelt there hyperventilating and tugging at his ropes as she prepared a few feet away.
Selina placed her cigarette between her lips and strapped the 10” black dildo to the leather harness at her crotch. She appraised Dick with a sly smile, running her gloved finger along the railing as she slowly approached. He was standing now, and gritted his teeth, glaring at her. He kicked at her and grunted in anger.
She twisted to avoid his kick and swiftly backhand-slapped him hard across the mouth. He roared in pain.
“Mmmmm...” She smiled “So easy to control you now that your entire body is like an exposed nerve. I rather like it. You should really see yourself in a mirror, Dickie-boy. You look like a raccoon with a case of the mumps. I know you won't thank me, but you should be quite grateful that I iced your face and stomach for you. Otherwise your head would look like an enlarged bowling ball by now, I think.” She blew out a cloud of smoke over her head.
“Well, I suppose I should tell you about the final act. I warned you that if you tried to escape, it would end very BAD for you... didn't I? I also told you that I would have to make an example of you so that I could use it as leverage to prevent other costumed “heroes” from meddling in my business.” Dick looked at her... angry, but trying to suppress his rising fear and humiliation.
She continued. “I have to thank you because you helped me decide how this scene would play out. When I saw the wireless cameras you installed here, I instantly knew what I should do. You may have already guessed this by now, but from the moment you lowered yourself through the skylight, your cameras have been streaming their video into MY server. Here's how it's going to work. In a few moments, I am going to treat you to the pleasures of my strap-on. In this particular situation, you may not completely enjoy it, but many men do find it quite, umm... stimulating. I will leave you, and edit the fascinating footage from your little four-camera shoot here into a masterpiece of modern alternative film-making. I will send you a copy, so that you can see just how easily I destroyed you and re-live the terror and humiliation – maybe even from your hospital bed next to Brucie. Hopefully this will encourage you NEVER to try and confront me again, or all three Gotham news networks will receive their very own copies of Catwoman's deflowering of the big, tough Nightwing.” Dick's eyes widened, and he sucked breath in sharply, gritting his teeth. She smiled at his realization.”I see you realize how truly screwed you are. What an unprecedented story THAT would be, and HOW humiliating for you! I would never overlook the power of the internet either, if I were you. Just imagine this as a viral video on YouTube! Of course, I can make additional copies as necessary, to send out to any other costumed clowns who try to mess with my revenues, as a – umm, stiff warning.”
Dick winced, and shifted uncomfortably. Selina stood up, stretched her spectacular body, and stubbed her cigarette out on the railing. “But now it's PLAYTIME!” He looked at her panicky, pleading with his eyes. With a dry, hoarse throat, he begged “S-selina... you don't want to d-do this.”
“Awww, how sweeeet. No, really. I think this is best for everyone. It's like taking your medicine, Dick. You'll thank me for it, really.” She said sardonically. He followed her with his eyes. His guts and throat constricted as she walked behind him. She grabbed one of his legs to start pulling his boot off. He jerked his leg back, fighting her. She frowned in mock derision. “Tsk tsk tsk. Now Dick... you had better take your medicine like a MAN... or I'll be forced to beat your ass again... like a WOMAN.” He winced at the thought of another severe beating. She grinned malevolently. He sucked in his breath, holding it, gritting his teeth, Then let it out with a resigned sigh, his slumped body posture indicated he was giving in. “Muuuuuch better, pussy. Spoken like a real MAN among men.” She laughed, continuing to pull his boots off. She yanked his pants down, then worked them off altogether. His tighty-whitey briefs she left on, but tore a hole in the rear. He turned his head toward her in surprise. She grinned back “This will be your special pair of underwear... that you wear for ME.” He curled his lip in disgust. She laughed at him, pulling a big jar of vaseline from her bag. As she coated her big dildo, she “reassured” him, saying “It really won't be that bad, Dickie. You might really enjoy it. The tearing should be... minimal.”
Selina set the jar down, then positioned herself behind him. She reached around and grabbed his balls firmly, yanking his head back by the hair with her other hand, forcing him to look at her. “Just know, my little cupcake, that if you kick me or do ANYTHING to try and stop or slow me... I will mangle your nuts so badly they'll have to perform reconstructive surgery on you. Now nod your little head in compliance like a good little boy..... hmmmm?” He slowly nodded, feeling his humiliation continue to deepen. Dread hung over him like a sword. There was NO WAY out of this. He thought about hanging his head to hide his face from the cameras at least, but it was too late for that. His face had been on camera the whole time up to now. He trembled with fear and loathing, feeling his eyes start to tear up with no way to wipe them. He looked around and realized that she had moved several of the halogen lights up here for the best possible lighting. Catwoman flexed her big guns for the camera in triumph. She slapped his ass and shoved her hips forward. He felt her back there, and tried to tighten up so she couldn't enter. She thrust harder and forced her way in. He screamed in pain, tensing all his muscles involuntarily. It felt like a hot poker tearing him apart from the inside. “A-HAA-aaaaah!” She yelled. “THAT'S what it feels like to have your little cherry popped, sweetie. You're in the Catwoman Sissy club now!” She joked. “Hmmmm, maybe I really should start a club like that...!” She plunged in and out, skewering him with her shaft. His knees buckled as he felt his lower body go limp. He gritted his teeth against the pain, tightening his bound fists so hard he felt his fingernails cutting into flesh. Every muscle in his body resisted this, but he could do nothing other than TAKE it and hope it would end soon. She slapped his ass, riding him like a pornstar cowgirl for the cameras as he grunted and squealed. Tears streamed down his face as the pain lessened and the reality of this humiliation sank in. He was sure this was the end of his crimefighting career. His feeling of weakness and shame overwhelmed him. He couldn't imagine ever facing down a powerful villain again and having the confidence to prevail.
And then a strange thing happened. He started to have feelings toward Selina as a protector... and maybe more than that. She was so beautiful and smart... and SURE of herself. A powerful woman, more powerful than any he'd ever known. Maybe he'd be worthy of being a companion to her..... maybe he could be her... pet... or something. Something, some switch was thrown in his brain. Selina's strap-on started to feel pleasurable. He moaned and loosened up, his back arching in ecstasy. Behind him, Selina noticed this and moved both hands to his hips. Her thrusts lost some of their brutal violence. She removed a glove and reached around for his cock. It took barely five seconds of touching from her hand and Dick exploded all over himself and the railing, with a force and duration he had never experienced before. It was like he was being drained of all his pride and male ego... and he loved it. It felt right. Selina withdrew her shaft. He sank to his knees, sweaty and exhausted.
She untied his ropes and began removing her harness and strap-on. Not saying a word. He lay there, panting, rubbing his wrists and trying to sort things out in his mind. He was completely exhausted, but felt warm emotionally. The idea of avenging the Batman was a distant, forgotten memory. As Selina zipped up her bag and stood up, he propped himself up on an elbow, facing her. Before she turned toward the stairs, he said “Selina...?”
“Yes?”
“Umm, don't forget to send me that tape...”
“Of course.” She started to walk away.
He sat up quickly, calling after her “Selina...!”
She paused a few steps down. “Yes?”
“Can I..... s-see you again?”
Long pause. “We'll see..... you know where I live.”
She smiled in the shadows of the stairwell.
The End
If you have other story ideas involving Catwoman or similar subjects, let me know at PGLoverX@yahoo.com and if I like them and have time, I will give it a try.
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