The Dark Knight's eyes narrowed as he saw a shadow slip into the alley below. His instincts screamed at him to move, to follow. It was her. He was sure of it. The Black Cat.
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She moved like a specter, a silent wraith that seemed to come and go in the blink of an eye. Batman watched her with the patience of a predator, his breath coming in slow, measured gasps. He knew she was aware of his presence, that she had deliberately led him to this place. His hands itched for the feel of her skin, for the taste of her lips on his.
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As he followed her into the depths of the alley, the darkness closed around them like a shroud, wrapping itself around their bodies. Batman knew he had to be careful. The Black Cat was a thief, a criminal. But his heart raced, his senses screaming at him to surrender.
Selina stopped suddenly, her fingers drumming a staccato beat on her hips. "Well, well, well," she said, her voice husky, the purr of a contented cat. "What do we have here?" She turned to face him, her eyes blazing like stars in the dark.
Batman's breath caught in his throat as he took in the sight of her. The Black Cat's catsuit seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, revealing every curve of her body. Her breasts heaved as she breathed, her nipples hard as diamonds. "You," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Selina laughed, the sound husky and sensual. "Me," she said. "I've been waiting for you, Bat." She purred, a sound that seemed to reverberate through his body.
Batman's eyes roved over her form, taking in every detail. Her whip hung at her hip, its length curled around her slender frame. He wanted to feel its sting on his skin, to taste the pain of her touch.
Selina's eyes narrowed, her gaze burning with a fierce intensity. "You want me," she said, the words husky. "Don't you?" She moved closer, her body inches from his. Batman could feel the heat emanating from her, the pulse of her heart beating like a drum in the darkness.
"Yes," he said, his voice barely a whisper. His hands reached out, his fingers grasping for her. Selina laughed again, her breath hot on his skin.
"Not so fast," she said, dancing just out of reach. "I have questions for you." Her eyes seemed to bore into his very soul. "Why are you doing this?" she asked. "What drives you?"
Batman's hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into the flesh of his palms. "They killed my parents," he said, the words barely above a whisper. "They left me alone in the world."
Selina moved closer again, her eyes searching his face
"And now you want revenge?" she whispered.
Bruce nodded. "Revenge, justice, whatever you want to call it," he said. "I want them to pay for what they've done."
Selina smiled, her lips curling up in a sensuous smile. "And what do you plan to do to punish them?" she asked.
Batman's eyes burned with an inner fire. "Anything it takes," he said, the words cold as steel. "Anything."
Selina nodded, her fingers moving towards the zipper of her catsuit. Batman's breath caught in his throat, his eyes following her every move. She slipped the zipper down slowly, the hiss of its movement seeming to echo through the dark. The suit fell away from her body, revealing her curves to his hungry gaze. Her breasts were full and round, her nipples pink as rosebuds. Batman felt his mouth dry as he took in her body, her skin smooth and flawless.
Selina reached out with one hand, her fingers brushing against his lips. "Come," she said softly. "Taste me."
Batman's mouth opened on a gasp, his tongue darting out to meet her fingers. Selina's hand moved lower, sliding over his chest as she reached down to cup his groin. "You want revenge, don't you?" she whispered. "Revenge on them, and on me. You want to punish me for everything I've done."
He nodded, his breath harsh as she stroked his cock. "Yes," he groaned. "Yes, I do."
Selina smiled again, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "Then let's play a little game," she purred. "A game of punishment." She moved her hand away, her fingers dancing up his chest. "If you can catch me, I'll let you do whatever you want."
Batman groaned, his cock aching with the promise of her words. "And if I don't?" he whispered.
Selina shrugged. "Then you get nothing."
Batman nodded, his eyes burning with determination. "Then let's get started," he growled.
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He moved through the city, his senses on high alert as he searched for her. She had disappeared like a ghost, her trail cold as the night air. Batman's jaw clenched, his fists tight with frustration. He knew he was missing something, a clue that was hidden in plain sight. He just had to find it.
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But the Penguin had other plans. The news of his escape from the Gotham PD had spread like wildfire, his cackling laughter echoing through the city's streets. The Dark Knight's focus was shattered as the Penguin's goons swarmed into the city, looting and destroying everything in their path. Batman moved swiftly, his batarangs flying in the chaos.
He couldn't let the Penguin win, not now. But he couldn't forget about Selina, about the promise of her body, about the game she had offered him. His cock ached with the need for her, his mouth dry with anticipation.
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Just when he thought he was gaining the upper hand, a glint of gold flashed in the light. The Black Cat's whip. Selina stood on the rooftop of the bank, her eyes laughing down at him. Batman groaned, his body pulsing with frustration. "You bitch," he hissed.
Selina smiled down at him. "Catch me, if you can," she purred.
And then she was gone, leaping off into the night like a bird in flight. Batman followed her, his heart pounding in his chest as he chased her through the city's maze. Her laughter echoed through the streets, taunting him like a demon. He was so close, and yet so far. The game was far from over.
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Finally, he cornered her in the alley. Selina spun to face him, her whip dancing in the dim light. Batman could see her nipples hard beneath the fabric of her suit, her cheeks flushed with the exertion. He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her close.
"You lost," he said, his breath hot in her ear. Selina whimpered, her body trembling with anticipation.
"You win," she breathed. "Whatever you want, it's yours."
Batman's hand moved to cup her ass, his fingers kneading the firm flesh. "Tell me," he groaned. "Tell me what you've done."
Selina giggled, her body pressing closer to his. "Everything," she whispered. "Every crime in Gotham, I've committed them all. I've stolen and murdered, I've ruined lives. I've made Gotham my playground."
His fingers tightened on her flesh, his cock throbbing with excitement. "Punish you," he groaned.
Selina whimpered again, her hands moving to cup his face. "Do it," she begged. "Punish me. Hurt me."
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He pushed her to her knees, his hands holding her head in place. Selina gasped, her eyes wide with excitement. Batman fumbled at his fly, his cock springing free. He pushed it between her lips, the wet heat of her mouth enveloping him. Her fingers moved to cup his balls, squeezing them as he began to move. The sensation was incredible, her tongue dancing along his length.
He fucked her mouth like a beast, his hips thrusting into the warm cavern. Selina moaned around him, her body rocking back and forth. Batman reached down to grope her breasts, his thumbs twisting her nipples.
"More," Selina whispered around him. "Harder."
Batman grunted, his cock pulsing in her mouth. He knew what she wanted, what she craved. He pulled free from her lips, his cock wet and gleaming in the light. Selina looked up at him, her eyes dark with lust.
He pushed her down to the wet ground, her suit clinging to her body. He shoved her legs apart, her pussy a dark and inviting slit. "Punishment," he growled. "You need to be punished."
Selina whimpered, but she didn't try to get up. Instead, she spread her legs wider, revealing herself to his hungry eyes. "Yes," she said. "Please." Batman pulled the whip from her belt, his hand bringing it down across her breasts with a sharp crack. Selina yelped, her body writhing on the ground.
"Again," she gasped. Batman obliged, the whip crackling through the air.
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The Penguin sneered at his captors, his eyes burning with a cold fury. He knew the game was far from over. The Dark Knight had played into his hands, had given him the perfect opportunity to escape. He was untouchable, and now he had the perfect plan in motion.
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Selina purred as the whip struck her ass, her flesh stinging with each blow. "Again," she begged.
Batman obliged, the leather cracking against her skin. She arched up towards him, her body trembling beneath his blows. He fucked her as she writhed, her moans filling the air. His cock was buried deep in her pussy, his balls slapping against her with each thrust.
Selina clutched at the ground, her nails digging into the dirt. "More," she screamed. "More, please."
Batman growled, his hips pumping faster as he fucked her. He could feel his orgasm building, his cock swelling inside of her. He knew he would soon reach his climax. He pulled her up to him, her face pressed against his chest.
"Take it," he snarled. "Take all of it." Selina nodded, her mouth open wide to take his cock as he came. He thrust inside of her one last time, his seed spurting deep into her throat. Selina swallowed, her tongue lapping at his length.
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Batman knew their game would go on, a cat and mouse chase through the city's shadows. He knew that their bodies were intertwined, their souls bound by the shared need for revenge. They would be at odds, yet drawn together in a dance of desire and destruction. The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: in Gotham City, justice was blind, and love was twisted.
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Alfred Pennyworth stood in the foyer, a look of concern on his face as he watched the news on the TV. The Penguin's escape was all over the stations, the police at a loss for how it had happened. He shook his head, his mind whirling with the implications. He knew this could only mean trouble for Bruce.
The sudden noise behind him made him jump, his heart pounding with fear. He turned around to see the Penguin standing behind him, his umbrella pointed at Alfred's back. "Good evening, Mr. Pennyworth," he sneered. "I'm afraid I have some unfinished business with your master."
Alfred knew he couldn't fight the Penguin off, not with his own strength. But he refused to let him get the better of him. "Go to hell, Cobblepot," he spat.
The Penguin just laughed, his eyes glinting with malevolence. "Oh, we're not going anywhere," he said. "At least, not just yet." He pressed the tip of his umbrella into Alfred's back, and the old man felt himself crumple to the floor. He had failed Bruce.
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The Penguin grinned as he looked at his prize. The old man was unconscious on the floor, and there was no sign of his master. He knew Batman would come after him, but he was ready for him. This was the perfect revenge.
He pulled out his phone, dialing a number that he knew would connect him with the Dark Knight. He didn't have long to wait before Batman answered.
"Let him go," the vigilante growled. The Penguin could hear the rage in his voice, could feel him seething over the line.
"Oh, no," he chuckled. "Not yet. He's too valuable to me now. If you want him back, you'll meet me at the old warehouse on 5th and Main." He hung up before Batman could respond.
The game was afoot.