A muscular Catwoman takes her former lover to the cleaners.
The tall brunette padded her way across the intersection at 13th, and then turned right down Hustler Avenue shortly after. She took her time, and almost seemed to be daydreaming, if it can be called that at 2am. Despite the fact that she made this trek through the toughest streets of Gotham nearly every night at the same time, she very rarely ran into any trouble. When she did, she was able to handle herself, certainly better than most. There was something about the way she walked ' rhythmically, yet with an element of unpredictability that was very sexy, and somehow- dangerous. Maybe that was why the street toughs, pimps and pushers usually left her alone. They saw her all the time, but had no idea who she was. She seemed to be very comfortable here, almost an integral part of the city, an element. At least, until the faint drizzle turned into warm summer raindrops. Then she visibly stiffened and hurried her pace. Her last 100 steps or so were a mad dash to the front door of the 24 Hour Fitness Club.
She burst through the swinging door in a very annoyed manner, and Shay, the red-headed assistant night manager, was so startled he dumped most of his Starbucks java on his gray sweats. His textbook was boring and he was almost asleep when she barged in. Frantically searching for paper towels, he cursed under his breath, both because of his now-ruined clothes and for missing his chance tonight for that occasional thrill ' catching her glance when she first entered. There was something about her eyes. He always tried to be alert enough so he could see her approach through the glass doors and try to catch her attention. Usually it didn't work, but sometimes he got lucky. He rarely even said a word to her, which was strange because he was quite good with women. She was different. Hot as hell, but intense and a little intimidating. She used the same perfume his ex-girlfriend used, Clive Christian X ' he knew its scent well. They broke up when he found out on the internet how expensive it was and later realized her boss was buying it for her in return for, um, "oral favors". He knew very little about Selina, other than the fact that she could do more pull-ups than maybe anyone he'd ever seen. He used to try and count, but by the time she had reached somewhere in the thirties, he forgot he was counting and realized he was staring at the movement of one body part or another in a hypnotic state. He was pretty impressed with her. If he only knew how she occupied her time in the evenings before her workouts, he would have been even more impressed-
Lately she was throwing herself into her late-night workouts with real abandon, as if she had something to prove. She started on the stair-stepper, her nice-sized boobs rhythmically bouncing in spite of the sports bra. Once she had warmed up sufficiently, she performed her amazing stretching routine that many of the male members, when there were any at that late hour, watched surreptitiously as they tried to appear absorbed in their own workouts. That ass was hard to ignore ' round but lean, with very long legs attached to it. Most of them wondered how that remarkable flexibility might translate into sexual performance; though they were pretty convinced she wasn't into guys at all. From there she usually moved to the climbing wall if it wasn't under repairs. She seemed to be the best rock-climber in the club, although very few members used it. If you watched long enough, you might see a move that looked impossible. She was very acrobatic on that wall, to the point that sometimes Shay's boss gave her warnings about safe usage guidelines for the equipment.
Part of the reason almost no one talked to her was that she talked to herself a lot. Seemed a bit unbalanced. Her hair was always very clean, but disheveled, as if she ran her hands through it constantly. Her fingernails were very well manicured, often painted black, or maybe a deep shade of red, but they were so long it looked like she would have trouble with doorknobs, handling car keys, signing her name. But she didn't.
After she'd been there for an hour and a half or so, she'd step outside for a cigarette. Sometimes new male members took that opportunity to take a smoke or water break at the same time, to try and get to know her. She wasn't there to socialize though, and usually turned away to be by herself.
When she came back in is when her workout got really intense. She used 5 -10 pound dumbbells in rapid, ballistic motions, similar to boxing movements. She had great control and precision. Within the last few months she added free weights to her routine, and started spending untold amounts of time on the hip adductor machine (watermelon crusher). She usually wore loose-fitting clothes to the gym, but when she got too hot later in the workout, the sweats would come off and you could see her impressive muscular development. Big muscles for a woman, and cut - every ripple and vein on display. This part of her workout lasted nearly 45 minutes without a break. She was pumped and dripping in sweat when done. She toweled off carefully and walked back home about the time the early riser crowd started drifting in with their gym bags and coffee cups.
The following night she was out a bit earlier-
She stalked around the back alleys in the gem district until she was sure there were no late-night workaholics nearby. Her supple black leather zippered bodysuit glinted in the moonlight as she vaulted over the barbed-wire topped chain link fence. Her outfit included high-heeled stiletto boots, dark purple trim, and a leather cowl with pointed cat's ears. Her long brown hair cascaded down her back. A well-oiled bullwhip hung at her waist, and she had a couple black cloth bags over her shoulder. Her gloves had slits at the ends of the fingers to accommodate her long fingernails. The heels could be awkward at times, but adding to her natural 5'11" height, they made her 6'3". She enjoyed being taller than most men. The fingernails were less of a problem, but she still sometimes broke one on outings like this. They were unnaturally strong however, and she often used them as weapons.
She could hear guard dogs yapping from three buildings over. They always sensed when she was around. She hated them. That's why tonight this one was her favorite jewelry store ' no dogs, and human guards are always easier to deal with than those slobbery mutts. She scaled the fire escape on the dark side of the building in a few leaps and flips, landing on the roof of the four story wholesale store making hardly a sound.
The top floor was used for records storage: tax returns, sales receipts, bills of lading, etc. This meant no cameras and no motion sensors. She slipped neatly through the ventilation shaft after removing the poorly-secured aluminum turbine. Slashing the large insulated duct, she dropped to the wooden floor in a crouch, brushing dust off her shoulders. The stacks of cardboard boxes provided good cover if there happened to be any late workers she might accidentally stumble upon. Thankfully, it was deserted. Her eyes adjusted quickly to the near dark, and she made her way silently to the exit door, opening it cautiously.
She immediately noticed a security camera in the stairwell, but it was aimed to cover the middle landing and the large window adjacent to it: easy to avoid for someone who could flip herself underneath the top landing and travel down the steps hanging under them with strong hands. A similar camera was poised between floors three and two. She finally dropped in front of the door to floor number two: her goal. This floor was home to the big safe that contained the most valuable gems ' the ones they showed only to investors and collectors in elegant private offices, far from the riff raff retail and wholesale crowd. Taking care to be dead silent, she cracked the door open slightly and slid a long-handled mirror through it. It looked like a longer version of a dental inspection tool, and showed her exactly what she needed to see. She was looking down a long green marble hallway with rich wood paneling. At the end was a big, bored security guard watching a hockey game on a 13" color TV. He wore dark pinstriped slacks and a white dress shirt and was carrying a shiny Glock in his shoulder holster. He was alone and there were no cameras.
Reaching into her black bag, she traded her mirror for a ball of yellow yarn, which she rolled down the hall toward the rent-a-cop. When it bumped the toe of his wingtip, he looked down and immediately jumped up, drawing his pistol. His trained eyes threat-scanned the whole hallway, but he saw nothing. Clicking off the TV, he crouched low, holding the gun with both hands, arms straight out in front but lowered at a 45 degree angle. He side stepped down the hall toward the stairwell door. When he had covered half the distance he noticed the door was not completely closed. When he reached the door, he steeled himself for a moment, took a deep breath and stomped the door open with his left foot.
The steel door clanged open loudly, echoing through the stairwell. There didn't seem to be anybody there, though the light was dim. Carefully, standing directly beneath the door jamb, he transferred his gun to his left hand and reached in with his right to flip on the light switch. He never reached it. A dark leg swept down from above and kicked the gun from his hand, sending it clattering down the expanded steel steps. He lurched forward slightly, partially knocked off balance by the forceful kick and partially folding forward to protect his injured hand. As he did, two powerful black legs swept down on either side of his head and scooped him up, lifting him off the floor about 18 inches. His legs bicycled wildly and he grabbed at the muscular thighs squeezing his head and neck. Strong as he was, he had no chance to pry his head free from the vise, and his spirit quickly diminished as his air supply dwindled and his spinal cord started causing him to twitch from the tremendous strain of his body weight on it, tearing nerves. Her hips spun about a quarter turn to the left briefly, then back a half turn to the right violently, his neck and spine crunching like a stalk of celery.
She dropped him from her hold like a sack of flour, and then dropped on top of his body a beat later, breathing heavily. "Big fella ' you've got to cut back on the doughnuts!" she quipped raspily to the dead man as she worked to regain normal breathing. She stretched her arms and rotated her shoulders a bit to regain her flexibility ' hanging from your arms in a stairwell with a 200 pound man struggling between your thighs can take a lot out of a woman.
She stood up with one last stretch and said, to no one in particular "Alright- back to work!" She slunk sexily down the hallway past the wood paneled office doors, pausing at the end to reach below the "security kiosk" (really a card table and folding chair) to retrieve her ball of yarn.
She moved the TV, card table and folding chair out of the way to more effectively work on the large safe door behind them, at the very end of the hall. Then she removed her gloves and tucked them under her belt. The glowing red lenses on the jamb in front of the heavy steel door were dead giveaways. There were three on each side: high, middle and low. "Time for a cigarette, I think!" She told herself. Pulling a long white cigarette from behind her ear, she lit up and inhaled. She bent forward and blew the smoke out in a thin stream at the door. Three horizontal red beams of light were revealed between the sets of lenses. Studying the lights from several angles, she determined that the right-hand lenses were the emitters. She placed the cigarette between her full lips and rummaged in her bag, pulling out three identical battery-powered red LED flashlights with swivel brackets. Quickly screwing them into the wood next to each left-hand lens with a small cordless screwdriver, she switched them on and then carefully rotated each one inward, taking the place of the light sources on the right side. To satisfy herself that her ruse worked, she ran her hand through each of the red beams. No alarms sounded.
Stroking the cylindrical stainless steel latch handle, she pressed her body up to the door as if it was a lover and purred "Mmmmmm- do you have something for me tonight?" She licked her lips and pulled a small device from her bag that looked like a PDA. She attached it to the door close to the large combination dial with a stethoscope/suction cup attachment and turned it on. In short order she had a display that showed sound waves on a graph. She tuned the frequency by tapping the door with a fingernail and adjusting for the highest level readout. Now, she carefully watched the display while slowly turning the combination dial. Each time the readout spiked, she wrote down the number on a note tablet. After rotating the dial many times, adding and then crossing off numbers, she eventually had 3 numbers left. She removed her equipment, stuffed it into her bag and began trying the combination. After the third try, she was able to lift the latch handle. She pressed her shoulder to the door and carefully pushed in. Interior lights switched on and she saw a safe about six feet square with shelved lined with several flat black velvet boxes. She squealed with delight.
As she stepped inside, an alarm started clanging. "Blast!" she said to herself "Motion sensor!" She quickly dumped the contents of four of the boxes into a separate bag, pulled its drawstring closed and started sprinting down the hall at top speed. She was already hearing footsteps on the lower stairs. Fortunately, she had left the stairwell door open. Before hitting the doorway, she launched herself at the stairwell window, curling herself into a tight ball. As she spun through, shattering the glass, she heard 2-3 shots fired, but no stabbing pain in her back, or anywhere else. She came out of her ball after crashing through the glass, got her bearings, and managed to land on all fours in the parking lot a story below, crouching to absorb the impact of the fall. She sprang up and started running, using the steel waste bin to vault back over the barbed wire fence. A couple shots behind her sounded like they punched into the trash bin. She didn't turn to look ' just kept going.
Within a minute or two, she was rounding a corner near the fish market and the docks, running easily now. She crossed Hustler, near her gym and started slowing down to catch her breath. She looked behind her and saw red and blue police squad car lights flashing several blocks away, and knew she was in the clear. She slowed to a walk, and within a minute was back to normal breathing. She kept to the shadows, but at this time of night, the streets were virtually deserted. Or so she thought-
"Out for a late night walk, Selina?" She heard a familiar deep, raspy voice ask from above. She stopped and sighed, turning her head to search for him. She spied his ears and cape three stories up. He was crouching on a fire escape railing on the dark side of a large warehouse building.
"It's hardly unusual for either of us to be out on the streets this late. Is it Bruce?" She said- loudly.
Batman looked around to make sure nobody was around to hear her call him by that name. He should not have used her personal name. It was a habit left over from when they were more intimate. He dropped lightly to the asphalt below, thirty feet from where she stood. His cape fluttered behind him. He began walking towards her. "I thought I might find you here. I've ahhh- been listening to the police scanner. You might want to hand them over before I have to take them from you." He stopped about 10 feet from her, placing his hands on his hips.
She rolled her eyes and said "Whatever might you be babbling about, Batman?"
"The jewels. There was a gem district burglary not six blocks from here that matches your M.O. perfectly." Seeing her now from up close, he was surprised: she looked much heavier now, and it wasn't fat. The extra weight was all muscle. He worried that he might have some trouble with her. She had always been faster than him, but with extra strength and mass- "Have you been working out?" He asked.
"Just a little" She lied, flexing an impressive 16" bicep for him. "Thanks for noticing. Anyway, I was nowhere near the gem district tonight, so why don't you just flutter away and go try to teach a penguin to fly or something?"
"So you say, but what's in those bags?" He inquired.
She loosened the strap on her bullwhip and said "Y'know ' just typical girlie stuff- hairbrushes, handcuffs, that sort of thing."
Batman shrugged his cape behind his shoulders, revealing his powerful 6'2" body, still larger and more muscular than Catwoman's. "You know I can't let you leave without checking them, Sel."
"You always were arrogant and presumptuous. I don't think it's up to you, big boy." She shook her bullwhip out with her right hand so that it coiled on the ground between them. Batman assumed a fighting stance. Catwoman matched him and cracked her whip just a foot or so away from his left shoulder. He charged her, his arms up high to defend against the whip. She twirled away, snaking the whip around his waist. He tried to spin out of it, but she was just a bit quicker, bracing herself and yanking him into her as she launched a roundhouse kick at his face.
Her kick landed, but only as a glancing blow. It did force him to turn away from her slightly and lose his balance as he spun out of her whip's embrace. She quickly capitalized on this, by sweeping the leg he had most of his weight on. Batman went down heavily, but rolled away, barely missing her next whip attack. He flipped to his feet, facing her in a ready stance. Warily, they circled each other. He approached again the same way. Catwoman responded by entangling him with her whip again. This time he caught the whip as it encircled him, and bringing a quick-release blade up from his utility belt, he sliced through the leather cleanly, freeing himself and destroying her weapon. Simultaneously, Selina spun towards him, executing a perfect back fist to his jaw, sending him rolling backwards over the asphalt. He was stunned by the force of the blow and worked on quickly getting his cape out of the way and regaining his feet.
Angry that her whip had been severed, she lunged at Batman, jumping feet first. She sprang off his chest with both feet, extending her legs powerfully. He was thrown about twelve feet just as he was regaining his balance, landing on his back and scraping along the pavement. Selina did a reverse flip to redirect her backwards energy, landing on her feet with great agility. She threw what was left of the whip at Batman, which slapped against his chest harmlessly. His knife had been knocked from his hand, sliding under a parked car.
The Dark Knight got to his feet slowly, brushing off the dust and rubble. He realized he would have to change his tactics. He had disarmed her, but was worried because so far she had gotten the best of their exchanges. She nearly dislocated his jaw with that punch. He decided he didn't want to get hit that hard again. He now noticed how powerful her chest looked, with thick pectorals and much larger shoulders.
Batman whipped a couple collapsible batons out of his utility belt and extended them with a flick from each wrist. Quickly, he screwed them together at the ends to form a rigid staff. Spinning it expertly, he advanced on Catwoman.
"What's the matter, detective? Can't fight a girl without a weapon?" She teased. He ignored her. He threw a series of strikes at her, causing her to contort herself and resort to gymnastic flips to avoid getting clobbered. The last one hit its mark, though. A sharp thrust caught her in the left temple, forcing her to backpedal long enough to clear her head. Batman grinned his satisfaction. Selina realized she would have to be fast enough to take advantage of a missed swing to step in and deliver a blow. Batman threw the next salvo of blows rapidly, forcing her to give ground to defend herself. All of the hits were blocked, but Catwoman was getting tired of catching the bruising blows on her forearms and shoulders. His next swing was slightly over-extended, and she quickly stepped in after it. Since both his hands were occupied with the staff, he was unable to block. She drove a left hook into his midsection, and powered a right elbow strike into his chin from below. The hook landed partially on his utility belt and so probably hurt her more than him, but the rising elbow sent him sprawling back on his ass disoriented. She leapt on top of him in a schoolboy pin and drove a couple punches into his face. Selina could tell she was close to knocking him out. Batman rocked to the side, which distracted her long enough for him to discharge a can of mace from his belt into her eyes.
She flew off him shrieking. She could only see blurry shapes from the chemical burning and realized she was done for unless she could escape. She started running in a random direction, and as she blinked, her vision cleared enough to get some of her vision back. Behind her, it sounded like Batman was gaining fast. She plowed into some guy on the sidewalk and saw her opportunity. Grabbing him by the shirtfront, she rolled backwards toward the running Batman. Maximizing her leverage, she flung this poor sap into him with all her strength. The results were spectacular. She saw them both go down in a tangle of limbs, with Batman's cape compounding the problem by entangling them further. She glanced behind over her shoulder just before leaping over a six foot wooden fence and saw Bruce helping the guy up, ever the gentleman. The guy was wearing a gray sweatsuit with brown stains all over the front. She suddenly realized she knew him. She felt kind of bad using him as a weapon. Soon she was close to home, and could walk normally again. Once home, she took a quick shower to wash the teargas from her skin and hair, examined and hid the jewels away in her safe and then took a quick catnap before heading off to the gym.
After a little creative makeup artistry to hide the purple bruise on her temple, she changed into her workout clothes and left her apartment. She left a little early to take a quick detour to an all-night supermarket on her way to the gym. Fortunately, tonight there was no rain. She walked easily to the 24 Hour Fitness Club; although she was a bit sore from her earlier evening's activities. Opening the door, she saw Shay with an icepack pressed to his forehead. Uncharacteristically, she spoke to him: "Welll- what happened to you?" He brightened up immediately "Oh, hi Selina! I, uh, found myself between an irresistible force and an immovable object. I accidentally ran into the Batman on the way to work tonight. I fell and my head hit the sidewalk." He showed her the abrasion and bruise. She inspected it, showing apparent genuine concern, "Oh sweetie, that's terrible! Ice is certainly the right thing for that, but make sure you take some Tylenol too. And see a doctor to make sure you don't have a concussion."
"Thanks Selina, I will. Are you in for your regular workout?" She smiled at him, saying "Well, just a light workout tonight. I'm a little sore from some- err, yard work, so I'm going to take it easier than normal. But I felt really bad about making you spill your coffee and ruin your clothes last night, so I brought you these," she produced a small bouquet of yellow roses in a vase from behind her back "to try and make up for it." Shay was speechless ' this was the first time a woman had ever given him flowers. "Wow ' how nice, thank you so much! I'm sure the stains will wash out when I get around to it, but really that's sweet of you!" She smiled and moved off to get her aerobic workout on the stair-stepper. Shay was now completely smitten, and spent the rest of the evening with his textbook as usual, but most of that time was spent not studying, but thinking about how and when he would ask her out to dinner or breakfast.
Unfortunately for him, as she went through her workout, Selina was thinking about another man: the Batman, and how she could rid herself of his arrogant meddling. Somehow, he always seemed to be there when she didn't want him around. Always listening to those damn police scanners. Usually, she was stealthy enough to avoid detection until morning, or even much later. Total perfection was unreachable however, and mistakes happened often enough that Batman made the likelihood of her being caught much higher than she'd like.
Her aerobic warm up was over, and she moved on to her stretching routine on the mats in the corner. The annoying thing was: she felt like she could take him now, except for those damned gadgets he always carried around. Hell, she had him on his back almost defenseless tonight, when he maced her. She was much stronger now than ever before, and she had always been quicker than him. There was a time when she let him be the one on top. And she enjoyed it. But those days were over. He was so fucking arrogant. It would be so much fun to show him he wasn't the king of the hill anymore and make him eat crow. Even humiliate him, make him kiss her ass. She got turned on just thinking about it. She almost forgot where she was and started rubbing herself. She realized that the key was his utility belt. It seemed to give him the ability to instantly conjure up the perfect weapon for almost any situation. If she could only somehow get that belt away from him, their fight would be based on physical combat ability alone. She was pretty sure that she could beat him then-
She decided she was too sore to continue her workout past the stretching tonight, and walked out, smiling and waving goodnight to an oddly dreamy-looking Shay, sitting there with his yellow roses and open textbook. He called after her "Goodnight Selina! Thanks again for the roses!" She flipped her hair and waved again as she pushed the glass door open.
The following evening about 9pm, she set her plan into motion. Earlier in the evening she had procured the necessary disguise paraphernalia and stowed them in a convenient location. She made her way to the gem district and intentionally tripped off the security system in the same building she visited last night and returned to her cache of provisions, under a freeway overpass near the docks, within a couple blocks of her battle last night. Donning the frizzy gray haired wig and covering her shoulders with a large, tattered blanket, she transformed herself into a poor old woman. She hunched and feebly pushed her walker, with a wobbly wheel, along the dock to the pier. She was alert enough to be pretty sure Batman was not in the vicinity yet, but she fell to the ground near the water's edge, with her walker on its side and a few feet from her. She occasionally moaned as if she was injured, and hoped no good Samaritans found her before Batman did. The streets were slick and wet from rain during the day and earlier evening, but the night skies were relatively clear now.
After 15 minutes had passed (seemed like an hour), Selina was getting bored and starting to doubt the soundness of her plan. But less than ten minutes later, she spotted him on a nearby rooftop, his cape sweeping behind him in the gentle night wind. She hammed it up appropriately so that he could be sure this old woman was in trouble. He took the bait quickly and descended to the street, striding over to help her. He righted her walker, saying "Ma'am, looks like you could use some help. Are you injured?"
"Ohhhh, Bat-man- what a dear! I think I hurt my hip. Selina said in a shaky, tremulous elderly-sounding voice. He reached down with both hands to help her up. As she stood up, she quickly found the clasp of his utility belt (it helps to have seen him take it off a few dozen times), unsnapped it, and flung it behind her, over the pier and into the water. Batman felt the belt sliding off his waist and made a grab for it, but was too slow. He spun back as she pulled her wig off and shrugged off the torn shawl. "Catwoman!" He hissed.
"Now, you're forced to fight me on a level playing field, Bruce!' She stood up into her full height and squared herself up to Batman. In her heels, she was an inch taller. She was wearing a different costume than last night. It was dark purple leather, and exposed her six-pack abs and waist. It was also open-necked, showing off her thick pectorals and quite a bit of cleavage. The sleeves were zippered off, revealing her heavily muscled arms. She grabbed the stunned hero by the front of his costume with both hands and lifted slightly. His feet came off the ground, her shoulders and biceps rippling and bunching big and hard. He was close enough to see the striations in her big chest muscles and thick veins in her long muscular neck. She shoved him backwards. He landed on his ass, surprised. Selina assumed a fighting stance, smiled and beckoned with a finger, daring him to fight her. She had trimmed her fingernails to less than an inch long, so that they wouldn't hinder her at all.
Inwardly, Batman was worried. He knew that he was a little past his prime and that Selina was younger and faster than he was. Her technical fighting skills were every bit as good as his. But now he had to wonder if she wasn't now also as strong (stronger?). Exposed, her arms looked huge, and she had lifted him completely off the ground with no apparent effort. He weighed something like 240 lbs. he guessed she was now about 165. He noticed she hadn't replaced her bullwhip. To him that meant she had something to prove tonight. He swallowed hard and stood up to face his former lover in battle.
Selina was almost quivering, she was so excited. As far as she was concerned, all she needed for her plan to work was to get that belt away from him, and the rest would fall into place. True, Bruce was far from a pushover, and very resourceful ' but she knew him better than almost anyone. She felt she was prepared for anything he could dish out, and she relished the thought of kicking his ass. They circled each other, looking for an opening ' the perfect moment to attack. Suddenly, a tomcat yowled somewhere nearby, as if startled. Catwoman attacked, launching a blazing fast sidekick at Bruce's face. He dodged it, but that stiletto heel passed mere centimeters from his eye. She let her momentum carry her forward, and launched a right hook at his neck. He parried that, but was thrown a little off-balance by it. Never one to waste a movement, she then reversed direction and drove an elbow strike into his ribs with the same arm. She heard a little "whuff!" escape his lips as he moved slightly out of range, telling her the move wasn't wasted.
She was smiling now, feeling good about her chances. Batman ignored the pain, but she could tell his breathing was shallower. He moved in and fired off a succession of jabs and crosses at her head. She evaded most of them, but one jab scraped her cheek. She fired a front kick at his leading knee that he mostly slipped, avoiding serious injury or tendon damage. He threw a left jab that was somewhat overextended, and she caught his wrist, controlling him enough to slip behind him with a headlock. She squeezed as hard as she could and could tell he was having a hard time breathing. He tried to head-butt her, but she tucked her chin in close and to the side to nullify that. She still controlled his left arm and she levered it up behind his back severely, forcing a rasping gasp from his throat. She knew she couldn't break it in this position, but she was trying for rotator cuff damage. The pain and lack of air was making him desperate and he tried to spin out of her hold, but she stuck with him. Eventually, his knees buckled and he went down to one knee. In a final attempt, he reached behind her with his right to grab her, and used his downward momentum to throw her over his head. She landed hard on her tailbone and lost her grip. She whirled around to face him, trying to ignore the sharp pain in her backside. He was still on one knee reeling from the near-asphyxiation. She launched a front kick into his chest, sending him backwards with great force.
She was having great fun now. She could draw this out as she wished. The pain in her tailbone was transitory, but Bruce was still struggling to catch his breath and climb to his feet. That kick didn't do his burning lungs any favors. "Brucie, what's happened to you? This really isn't much harder than picking daisies in a field. Could it be that without your gadgets, you're just a man dressed up for Halloween?" She teased. "Y'know, I thought I completely disarmed you when I took your belt, but I can see you still have a pole weapon." She laughed. He looked down and saw that he was sporting an obvious erection. "Damn! Must have been her boobs pressing into my back." He thought. "No matter, I must ignore it and continue ' there's work to be done."
He jumped into action quickly, taking her by surprise. He caught her with a light jab and then partially with a follow-up left hook to the ribs. She shook it off and deflected his next jab by sidestepping and delivering a hard forearm smash to the outside of his elbow. He winced and drew back. Advancing on him to press her advantage, Selina caught him in the nuts with a powerful knee strike. He started to go down, but she held him up by gathering some of his cape at the back of his neck. She drove two powerful right hooks and an uppercut in to his guts. The uppercut lifted him off the ground a bit. She released his cape and let him drop at her feet. He was gasping for breath and there was a little blood at the corner of his mouth.
Not wishing to finish him so soon, Selina sat on the curb and lit up a cigarette. "I hate to say it, lover, but you're a real disappointment. Once a great hero, now a groveling weakling beaten up by a former girlfriend. You always told me that crime doesn't pay, but honestly: I feel pretty good right now. Can you say the same?" She teased. Batman was standing now, and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Selina blew a large cloud of white smoke out above her head and said "Oh, you're ready for more?" She stood and put the cigarette between her lips, walking slowly towards him. She flexed her pumped biceps for show. As she neared, she feinted left, then backhanded him hard across the mouth, then again even harder, smashing him to the ground. Batman was on his hands and knees, trying to bring his focus back. He noticed he had a couple of chipped teeth and blood was running from his mouth. She waited for him again, smoking and rubbing her pussy and boobs over her leather clothing. She breathed shallowly with sexual excitement. She put her hand under her top and could feel her thick nipples hard with arousal. Moaning, she slid her hand down her tight leather pants. Massaging her clit and nipples, she worked herself into a sexual frenzy, watching Batman struggle to pull himself together. She gave herself an orgasm stronger than anything Bruce had ever brought her to.
Eventually, Batman stood up with his fists clenched and blew out a tooth fragment. He seemed to be ready for his final stand. His teeth and fists were clenched, and his face contorted into an angry grimace. Catwoman put her cigarette out on the curb and stood up, with a slightly bored expression visible on her beautiful face beneath the mask. The front of her costume had been unzipped a few inches, exposing more cleavage and part of a nipple. Standing tall, she planted her feet in a broad stance and said, "Come and get it, pussy. I'm tired of playing with you. You're not in my league. You're a has-been, and maybe even a never-was. You couldn't handle me in the bedroom, and you can't on the street, either. So come and get it!"
Batman advanced aggressively and swung a looping right at her. Selina easily ducked under it, stepped just past him and smashed her right elbow into his kidney. He twisted in pain. She turned and grabbed handfuls of cloth at the front of his costume, pulling him into her. She head-butted him viciously, then shoved him backwards onto the ground, tearing his costume as he fell. He tried to sweep her leg as she approached, but she stomped down on his knee, causing him to yelp and withdraw his leg. She kicked him in the side, rolling him over. He reached for a broken broom handle lying near him in the gutter, but she stepped on his wrist and drove her fist into his temple. She kicked away the broom handle, then bent down and picked him up bodily by what was left of his costume. She slammed him into the side of a brick building, holding onto him tightly. Batman tried to punch her, but she swatted away his attacks and slammed him into the wall again and drove her knee into his unprotected stomach. She bitch-slapped him and threw him at a shopping cart left by some homeless person. He went over it, toppling the cart and landing in a mess of its unidentifiable contents. As he struggled to get his feet under him, he tried to scramble away. She caught him by the cape and picked him up again, slamming him into the wall, this time actually lifting him off his feet. She swung around, so her back was to the wall. He tried to punch her again, but she twisted and hunched her shoulder so his hand slammed into the wall instead. He screamed as two of his knuckles shattered against the brick. Selina strained and lifted him higher, almost at arms' length, then threw him back onto the street. He slid on the wet oil-slicked asphalt.
Inexorably, she advanced again. Batman was becoming panicked ' he could not stop her, and the fear and humiliation was building inside him. He tried to crab-walk backwards away from her, but his broken hand made this very difficult. She passed him and grabbed his cape from behind, dragging him over to a rusty steel trash bin. She grabbed him by the neck and armpit and hauled him to his feet again, her big biceps and shoulders flexing and rippling. He tried to grab her hair to pull her off of him, but she grabbed his head and banged it into the edge of the trash bin with a resounding low clang. He was feeling woozy now. Using her chest and shoulders to hold him up, she went to work on his stomach, just unloading hooks into his belly. She softened him up rather quickly and he would have fallen quickly if she weren't holding him up. He felt a couple sharp pains and knew that she had broken a couple of ribs. She finished with a big punch to the jaw, allowing him to slump to the ground. Batman felt his lip swelling and tasted salty blood. Then he threw up.
After he was finished, it turned out that Selina was not. She dragged him a few feet away from the vomit, flipped him onto his back and sat on him in a schoolboy pin. She looked down at the damaged hero, who was starting to lose consciousness, and slapped him awake. "Bruce? BRUCE! Wake the fuck up! I know you probably think I'm just being cruel, and it's probably true that I am. But there's a reason for this, besides wanting to stuff your arrogant macho attitude back down your throat. YOU are fucking with my livelihood, and I can't tolerate that. I want you to look at me, LOOK at me!" She flexed her huge arms in his face. He could see her tremendous defined arms, thick, striated shoulders and thickly muscled chest. All her muscles were pumped from her exertion tonight, and her veins were swelling with blood, just under the skin. She looked like a muscular goddess, and he started to become aroused again. She slapped him across the face, hard. "Brucie, I hope you know by now that you have no hope at all of defeating me. I could kill you right now with virtually NO effort! I am doing this to put FEAR into you so you know that if I ever have to fight you again, I will not pull any punches, and I will KILL you. If I see you in this costume, you better start running, because next time you fuck with my career, make no mistake, I will beat you to death." He was trembling and just this side of tears. "Now we're almost through, but not quite, because I need to bring you right to the edge so you'll believe me.
She grabbed his wrists and managed to get them pinned beneath her thighs, trapped at his sides. She pulled out some leather gloves from a small pouch at her waist and slipped them on, flexing her hands for a good fit. Bruce started struggling beneath her, but it was easy to control him with a little extra pressure from her powerful thighs. She started punching his face mercilessly, turning it into a hideous mess of cuts, swelling and bruises. He was almost unconscious now and probably swallowed a broken tooth or two. Blood was flowing freely inside his mouth, and his head was spinning. He coughed with a gurgling sound. Finally, satisfied at her handiwork, Selina slipped off the bloody gloves and tossed them aside. Pulling his ripped costume away at the chest, she rubbed his hairy muscular chest and whispered "Oh, Bruce- If only you had stayed out of my way, I wouldn't have had to humiliate you like this." He moaned incoherently, delirious. "So sad to see a man like you reduced to a whimpering mess like this. But now you know not to challenge me again." She gently kissed him on the forehead, and got up. Bending down, she grabbed him at the crotch and the clasp of his cape, and with a groan lifted him over her head. She walked over to the rusty trash bin, and tossed him in. Then lit a cigarette and headed home to her apartment along the shiny wet streets.
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.