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Robin and the Cat Woman 1/2
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Author's Note: Unlike the rest of the stories I've written
and posted on the Net, this one doesn't come from my own
imagination. Rather it comes from my husband's adolescent
fantasies. I wrote it as a Birthday Gift for him but He's
only too happy to share it with the rest if you.
-ROBIN AND THE CATWOMAN -
- Part One-
"Oh my head." Robin whispered as he
stirred awake.
It took a few moments for him to fully regain consciousness.
His last memory was of chasing someone across the Gotham
rooftops, now he was in someone's apartment.
"I've been captured!" He screamed in his mind as he suddenly
realized he was under restraints.
Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to think calmly, just
as Batman as taught him. Take stock of the situation, then
form a plan of action.
The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated only by the
moonlight filtering through the skylight. Bright blue eyes
surveyed the loft. Not much to see. A studio apartment, very
nondescriptive. Could be anywhere in Gotham City - or for
that matter any city. A small bed, three dressers, small
kitchenette. Then he noticed a two suitcases in the corner.
Someone was either just moving in or ready to move out.
Next he again tried his bonds. No good, they were strong
leather straps. He was strapped to some sort of homemade
wooden table, attached to some sort of wheel and pulley system
that allowed the bed to be raised and lowered. He could be
turned straight up to a standing position or laid flat.
Currently he was locked into an forty five degree angle. If
anything, it reminded him of something out of those old
Frankenstein movies.
"Ok, I'm not strong enough to break out of this." He said to
himself. "So lets consider rescue options."
Across the room he could see his bright yellow cape and green
gloves draped across a chair. He couldn't see his utility belt
anywhere.
"Figures, that'd be the first thing they took." Robin said to
himself. "The homing transmitter would make rescue all to
easy."
Then the sixteen year old adventurer made another futile
attempt to loosen his bonds. In his mind he reviewed the
events leading up to his predicament.
He'd been on the way back from making a personal appearance
at the new Gotham Boy's Club over in West Douglaston when he
spotted a dark figure exiting a tenth floor window of the
Diamond Exchange. He'd tried Batman on his cycle's radio but
got only static. It would be impossible to follow the figure
on the streets, so he bat-roped to the roof and took off after
the thief.
Despite his years of circus acrobatic training, continued and
improved on by the Batman, Robin was unable to do more than
keep the dark figure in sign. Whoever they were - they were
good. After about ten minutes he was about to give up, he'd
lost the burglar somewhere near the waterfront. Flipping on
his portable radio, he was about to check in when he caught a
sudden movement off to his right.
The green and red clad boy whirled around and quickly took
off across the roof. He was only a few seconds behind his
adversary when he suddenly felt himself falling. Robin had
only a split second to realize that the rotting roof of this
long abandoned building had given way beneath him. Then he
was engulfed in darkness.
"Well Dickie boy, you really did it this time." the Boy Wonder
said. "When Batman catches up to you he's really going to
read you the riot act about taking off on your own."
He really didn't want to consider the
possibility that Batman wouldn't catch up to him. Or that his
captor might have planned a fatal conclusion to the nights
adventure.
Who was his captor? That was a good
question. Was it the shadowy thief he'd chased across the
rooftops? Or was it someone who'd just stumbled upon his
unconscious body in that empty warehouse.
One good thing in his favor, aside from a low grade headache
and a few minor bruises, he didn't seem to be hurt. Another
thing in his favor was that he was still wearing his mask,
meaning that whoever had brought him here didn't know his Dick
Grayson identity. Not that he was famous or anything, but
he'd been photographed with Bruce enough times for someone to
have seen a picture. If Bruce Wayne's ward was moonlighting
as Robin, could there be any question about who was Batman.
Far off in the distance, Dick heard a clock chiming two.
He'd been unconscious for almost three hours. Batman had to
be out looking for him by now. But looking where?
For the next twenty minutes that thought dominated his
thinking. Without that utility belt, it was going to be pure
chance that he was found. Could his captor have already left,
abandoning him here. It that was the case, he might never be
found.
That morbid concept was suddenly
interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the roof.
Followed by the appearance of a dark form at the edge of the
skylight.
"Batman?" Robin whispered under his
breath.
Half of the old style skylight opened and the shadowy figure
dropped into the room. With a catlike grace the silhouette
landed on the hard wood floor. Still covered in shadows, it
moved across the room to a light switch next to the door.
"I can tell you're awake," Said a soft melodious voice as
she hit the light switch, flooding the room with light. "No
sense is trying to hide it."
Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting that covered
the opposite walls, She stood revealed. Clad in a skintight
dark purple jumpsuit, she wore a tight fitting cowl with small
cat ears. Although she had never been photographed, Robin had
no doubt as to her identity.
"You're the Catwoman!" He said in an
excited voice.
"Well that's pretty obvious..." She
responded as she walked across the room. "Any other
revelations?"
As she stood on front of him, Robin couldn't help but be
impressed by her purple clad body. He'd always thought
Batgirl had a hard body, but next to the Catwoman she might as
well been a boy.
"I must've been out of my mind bringing you up here." She
said as she tossed a small carry bag onto the bed. "If I was
the hardened criminal they keep writing about in the papers
I'd have left you back in that warehouse. The way some of
those rags write about me I should've slit your throat, just
to keep in practice."
A slight shiver ran through Robin at that suggestion. Then
he told himself that if she wanted him dead, she already had
ample opportunity.
"Why did you bring me up here?" Robin asked.
"I was impressed by the way you tried to keep up with me back
there at the Diamond Exchange." She began. "No ones ever
even spotted me on a job, and here you were on my heels for
over a mile. When I saw you fall through that roof, I
doubled back to see how badly you were hurt."
"To be honest, I only spotted you at the Exchange by
accident." Robin interrupted, figuring better to keep on her
good side. "And I was about to give up when you bolted out of
that last cubby- hole."
"Well that makes me feel a little better," She said as she
smiled. "I take great pride in my abilities."
She paused as she pulled off her cowl, revealing short black
hair. She looked to be about 27, with features more cute than
beautiful. Running her fingers across her head, she combed it
into an almost boyish style.
"Were was I? Oh yes, I doubled back to see how badly you
were hurt. At first glance, your injuries looked a lot worse
than they really were. You landed in a pile of garbage bags,
they broke your fall. Nothing was broken, I've had paramedic
training. At first I figured I'd just call an ambulance and
get out of there while the getting was good. Then I spotted a
group of waterfront dregs already watching from the broken
windows. If I left you there, you might not be alive when the
boys in white showed up."
"Thank you, I'm grateful." Robin said emotionally. "I really
mean that."
"I believe you do" Catwoman replied. "I've never killed
anyone, never wanted to be the cause of anyone else's death.
Unlike most of those costume clowns running around this city,
I'm only in this for the money. Let them play their power
trip games while they try and outfox the Police and Batman.
I'm content with having never been seen, only glimpsed."
"Until now...." Robin said, suddenly feeling a little
insecure.
"Until now....." Catwoman repeated.
A long silence hung in the air until the Catwoman finally
spoke again.
"I guess I have to make sure that you can't tell anyone about
the Catwoman." She said.
Robin's face went pale with her words and he felt his body
grow suddenly cold.
"Since I already passed on my chance to do away with
you....." Catwoman said. "I guess I'll have to kill the
Catwoman instead."
"What?" Robin asked, certain he had heard wrong.
"Kill the Catwoman." She repeated. "If she doesn't exist,
then your description doesn't matter does it?"
Robin let out a sigh of relief.
"I've been planning to retire the tights after a few more
jobs," Catwoman continued. "I guess I should take this as a
sign that its time. No sense tempting fate. After all, I
already have enough money. All safe and sound in the best
banks."
"Catwoman...I....." Robin began.
He was cut off as she placed am outstretched index finger
against his lips, signifying silence.
"I told you, from this moment on, there is no Catwoman." She
said softly. "My name is Selina."
"Selina......" He corrected himself. "I was wondering...."
"You're wondering what I'm planning to do with you?"
"Yes."
"Well, seeing as you don't need immediate medical attention."
Selina said. "I figure I'll just leave you where you are and
call the police with your location when I leave here in the
morning. Its not as if you're going anywhere before then."
She added as she ran her gloved hand against the edge of
Robin's table.
"I see your point." Robin replied.
"Interesting little toy, isn't it?" Selina noted as she
adjusted the strap across Robin's chest. "The woman I
subleased this loft from was heavily into Bondage and
Discipline. When she went to Europe for the summer, she put
most of her toys into storage, but she had to leave this one
behind. Haven't had any use for it until now."
"Lucky me." Robin answered.
With Selina only a foot away from him, Dick found himself
becoming increasingly aware of her as a woman. The soft
natural redness of her lips. The bright green of her eyes. The
enticing curve of her breasts. In his mind he was having
difficulty concentrating on being Robin. He felt himself
slipping back into Dick Grayson, with a 16 yr old's hormones.
He was relieved when Selina turned and started to walk away
from him. Watching her as she moved, the Boy Wonder couldn't
help but note - she had a beautiful ass.
"Oh by the way," The black haired woman said as she stopped
and turned. "If you've been looking for your utility belt,
its not here. I found the micro-transmitter and the homing
device in it when I carried you up here. I turned it on and
dumped it across town on the Oakridge section. Wouldn't want
Batman showing up unexpectedly would we?"
Selina spent the next hour packing her belongings in the two
suitcases Robin had spotted earlier. She had laid out a
change of clothes, but except for the gloves she had removed
earlier, she
still wore the purple jumpsuit of the now "deceased" Catwoman.
"There, ready to go." Selina announced. "It's still a few
hours till sunrise, No sense it drawing too much attention by
leaving while its still dark."
Robin was counting the minutes until he would be free. The
sooner she was gone, the sooner he would be out of here. So
intent was he on this idea, that he didn't even notice at
first that Selina was stripping out of the purple catsuit
right in front of him.
"I hope you don't embarrass easily," She said as she pulled
the form fitting outfit down her body. "But there's barely
room in that bathroom to shower, much less change clothes."
Embarrass wasn't the word for what Robin felt. The flush he
felt in his reddening face was nothing to the warmness
between his legs as he felt his dick growing hard. Stripped
of her tight purple jumpsuit, Selina exhibited a lean firm body
that any professional athlete would envy. Her breasts, while
not large were perfectly formed, held in place by a black
sports bra. Every muscle was toned to perfection, the result
of endless hours in a gym. By the time she was down to just
her bra and matching panties, Dick could feel his cock
straining against his dark green briefs.
It was at that moment that Selina pulled off her bra, letting
her small breasts pop free. The sign of those firm mounds and
the small pink nipples atop them was more than Dick could
stand.
"Wow!" He exclaimed softly.
He hoped that she hadn't heard, but she had. She smiled at his
comment and then walked over to him. Try as he could, it was
impossible for Robin to hide his hard on.
"I guess I'll take that as a compliment." She said as she
noted the large bulge in his shorts.
Giving in to temptation, Selina reached down with her fingers
and traced the outline of his cock through Robins briefs.
Surprised to find that erect it measured almost seven inches,
she laughed as it jumped at her touch.
"I guess that's another reason they call you the Boy Wonder."
She laughed.
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