Your arm suddenly shot up before she could plunge her fangs into your flesh, grabbing her by the neck and refusing to let go.
Narrowing your eyes, you knew you had to time this maneuver just right, yet you didn’t actually expect to execute it. And judging by her surprised reaction, she wasn’t either.
Her victorious purr soon transformed into a surprised yelp as you seized her by the trachea, and squeezed as violently as you could.
“I’m not dead yet!” you snarled through gritted teeth and indomitable determination. Delivering those words with such a calm yet intense tone would’ve intimidated a lesser villain, but Cheetah merely took those words as another challenge on your behalf. One she gladly accepted.
“When I get finished with you, you’ll wish you were,” she gasped, her words barely audible thanks to your thumb pressing down on her windpipe.
Then, raising a clawed fist, she raked her razor sharp fingertips against your chin, slapping you with the subtlety of a tiger. Hoping that would loosen your grip, she was disappointed when you only tightened it, keeping her from gaining an advantage.
Now struggling and thrashing about, she was mere seconds from getting the foresight to simply claw your eyes out. Unfortunately for her, you didn’t allow her to reach that learning curve.
With equal malice, you responded by striking her savagely across the cheek, jolting her backwards. Before she could recover, you brought up your leg and thrusted your foot into her midriff, knocking her off of you.
Sailing through the air, the ever versatile feline fury collided against another a metallic generator, her left shoulder denting the rusted surface at least two or three inches in. Slumping over, she winced heavily as she grabbed at her shoulder.
Still fearing white hot pain exploding in your shoulder and scorching across your already scarred face, you had to crawl to your feet like a toddler learning how to walk for the first time. Running on sheer adrenaline, you had to will yourself to your feet, even when your body screamed for you to stay down.
Clambering to her feet, she wore a feral scowl across her bloodied face, her sheer resilience astonishing even you. She merely flashed you a hungry grin before pouncing on you again, quickly becoming a brownish blur in action.
The slits on your cowl narrowed as you made a sweeping motion with your forearm, releasing three Batarangs towards her. As the projectiles streaked towards her, she made no move to avert her trajectory.
Just as they reached her, she simply slapped one of them off course, causing it to deflect off a nearby pipe before moving her head ever so slightly to the right to dodge the next. The third did manage to clip her in the forearm, drawing a line of blood that she shrugged off.
With a cry, she once again resumed her furious barrage, attacking first with a downward slash that you telegraphed without even thinking. Sidestepping to the right, you responded by delivering a right cross to her cheek as her snarling blur passed you.
The punch, delivered with more brute force than tactical precision, staggered the Cheetah.
As soon as your punch hit one end of her mouth, blood and saliva seemed to exit out the other. Lurching forwards, you made the near fatal mistake of hesitating, once again underestimating your opponent.
Thinking you had exerted enough force to put her down, you relented, giving Cheetah just enough time to recover and suddenly pivot clockwise on her right ankle. Then, as her arms hung limply by her sides, she played possum to seemingly confirm your suspicions.
Then, she snapped out of her dazed trance and wheeled around towards you. Her back leg shot into the air as she delivered a back spinning kick to your lower jaw.
Her heel smashing into your teeth, you stumbled back blindly as she regained her composure.
In a move designed to evoke both fear and arousal from you, she sensually licked up the blood caked all over her lower lip, her tongue lapping the liquid up like a snake slithering through the grass.
Then, she lunged at you again, lashing at you with her patented razor sharp fingertips. Using your forearms to shield your face, even you were starting to regret underestimating the Cheetah.
Finally, you managed to catch one of her pointed palm strikes before it impaled your throat, and twisted her wrist palm up towards you. Shrieking in pain, she cried out even more as you leveled her with a straight left hook then brought your elbow down hard on her right shoulder. Feeling the bone splinter under your elbow, you finished it off by draping her now limp forearm over your shoulder and judo flipping her to the ground.
As soon as she landed the wind was seemingly knocked out of her. Panting heavily, she had to think quick to avoid being pummeled in her weakened state, and that she did.
Just as you were about to deliver the finishing blow, she lifted one foot up and smacked you right between the eyes, the top of her foot resounding quite loudly against your already broken nose.
Maneuvering her body to now face you, she attacked the closest area of your body closest to you: your groin. With great relish, she thrusted her foot into your genitals, instantly causing your knees (and pride) to buckle.
Falling on your knees, Cheetah took advantage by wrapping her slender thighs around your neck, encircling around you. Forming a triangle configuration behind you, she only tightened her grip over you to complete the triangle choke hold.
Feeling the blood flow to your blow beginning to slow down, her thighs continued to bulge against your neck, restricting your blood supply. A confident aura now radiating off her bruised, bloodied body, she pleasantly cooed now that you were trapped in her vice grip.
Grabbing her by the throat, you reached deep down to pull out one last adrenaline surge as you began lifting her off the ground. Juggling her body weight like an exercise weight, you began hoisting yourself up with her legs still wrapped around your neck in the triangle configuration.
Her eyes began bulging in shock as you stood up, trying to pry her off your body. You could’ve simply slammed her back to the ground, but her vice grip had more of an effect that you let on.
Almost immediately, you began feeling lightheaded, the asphyxiation beginning to wear away at your energy. Blood began slowly pumping into your brain, but by then, it was too little, too late.
Sensing weakness, Cheetah immediately continued squeezing your neck with her legs, tightening the triangle choke hold by tenfold. Grabbing her foot and twisting it towards her only amplified the hold, and soon you were walking in circles, your world beginning to dim.
Just before you could collapse, Cheetah arched her back backwards, towards the grip. Too tired and too weak to fight back, you were brought down with her. Doing a backflip in the air, her powerful thighs actually flipped you over in a somersault.
Pulling out a wrestling hurricanrana from her arsenal, she flipped you over on your back, while she landed on both feet. Now in a complete reversal of roles, you felt the wind gush out of you like a balloon with a needle sticking through.
Lying flat on your back, you could feel your world darkening, yet refused to go down with it. You would rather die choking on your own blood then pass out in battle.
Feeling the color return to your face, you finally began breathing properly when you heard the taunting tsk-tsk sound of Cheetah’s lips clicking together.
You could hear her bare feet approach, smacking softly against the floor.
“Not even that insolent jarhead Diana associates with could hang this long with me, Batman. I’m impressed.” Her snide voice sounded throughout the factory.
Out of the corner of your left eye, you saw her pointed toes, mere centimeters from your cowl. Glaring up weakly, you could see her leering form.
“You’ve proven yourself to be a valiant warrior, Dark Knight. Far more than than any of the other riffraff from the Justice League. And for that, I think I want to reward you,” she smiled, her grin resembling more of a hyena.
Without warning, she suddenly drove her right foot into your chest plate, eliciting an immediately grunt from your bloodied lips. As her heel continued to drill into your sternum, you could feel old pains resurfacing.
Grabbing weakly at her ankle, your face distorted into a pained mask, before evolving into a defiant grimace. You refused to give her the satisfaction of you squealing, at least for now.
“I’m going to give you the greatest virtue of all: obedience. You may have earned a spot in the Justice League, but now you’ll earn a special seat at your superior’s feet!” she sneered, clearly drunk off her short-lived superiority.. Yet, how could you blame her?
She had gotten the better of you at every physical confrontation, even beaten you at your own game: psychological warfare. Much as you would hate to vocalize it, the Cheetah was quickly becoming your equal, if not superior in hand-to-hand combat.
“I want you to kiss my foot, Batman. Submit to me, and I’ll let you live. Deny me, and well, you won’t like the consequences. So, easy choice, right?” Her dangerous smile only hinted at the depravity she had planned should you take the obvious route and decline her offer.
If only to entice you, she hovered her foot above your chin, showcasing the naked beauty of the limb. Her unpainted toes flexed in front of you, her arch near impeccable. Despite her criminal activities, she’s surprisingly kept her feet well pampered and taken care of. Sweat was glistening off the sides of her feet.
Seeing her unblemished sole up so close, even you couldn’t deny the allure of her feet.
Noticing your slightly lustful glare at her bare foot, she merely smirked, “Go ahead, my Dark Knight. Kiss my foot. You know you want to.”
Her seductive drawl seemed to resonate within your brain, causing mental turmoil as you contemplated your final decision.
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