This choice: Where has Catwoman taken Batman? • Go Back...Chapter #8The Cat's Meow by: Drez  
While Robin was off with Diana to parts unknown, Batman also had found himself in a cleavage. It seemed that superheroes and supervillians didn't think about putting in pockets in their costumes, save Batman (and that was a belt and not really a pocket). Batman was in between the breasts of Catwoman and he tried to think straight...a relatively hard thing to do in his situation. When Catwoman had picked up the Dark Knight, she had ran off with him in her hand....only to have Batman nearly escape. Batman had reached for his grappling hook on his belt and had been in the act of escaping via the grappling hook, when Catwoman noticed what he was doing. The grappling hook was snatched out of Batman's hands and thrown carelessly all the way to the floor.
"Nice try, bats" said Catwoman. "I better put you somewhere you can't escape from"
And so, Catwoman had tucked Batman in her cleavage and headed for her hideout. Batman tried not to get distracted by his hormones, and he was partially successful--he couldn't help but have a hard-on--but he was able not to act on it. He had several more grappling hooks in his belt and other stuff that would help him escape. Why didn't Catwoman take his belt away? Maybe she was too busy getting away from the bank. Whatever the reason, Batman had an ace up his sleeve.
Catwoman had sneaked away from the bank before the police could get within two blocks of it. She had Batman in her clutches! At first, Catwoman was going to eat him (like all cats do when they have a mouse in front of them), but she changed her mind...or rather, her hormones had changed her mind. When she had placed Batman in her cleavage, she had been turned on by his struggles in her breasts. As a villain, she wanted to do away with the "Goody Two-Shoes" Batman...but she was also a woman...and a woman has her needs. Catwoman shook her head to clear it. Now wasn't the time to think about all the fun she could have with a shrunken man. She increased her pace to her hideout.
Catwoman's hideout was an abandoned cat food factory. With a city the size of Gotham, there isn't any shortage of abandoned factories. In fact, the villains of Gotham City usually used abandoned factories as their hideouts...not just one, but they would pick another factory to hide in every single day to throw the cops off.
Catwoman had entered the factory, making sure she wasn't being followed. After a minute or two, she was convinced that nobody had followed her...she closed the door to the factory and went right in.
Every self-respecting villain needs to have a bunch of henchmen, and Catwoman was no different. Jobs were hard to find in the big city, and being a henchmen to a supervillain didn't sound too bad when you couldn't find any other work. Most henchmen were fat and short...and not very bright. Catwoman wished she had smarter hencemen, or henchmen that didn't gawk at her sexy body,
When she had entered the factory, she didn't find any of her henchmen. She vaguely remembered something about a sick kid, but the concerns of henchmen meant little or nothing to her...for the moment, at least. She was happy that nobody was around...that meant she could have some "fun" with her little mouse...err..bat.
She pulled off her mask, revealing long blond hair. It was time to relax and have a fun-filled evening with her little prize.
The first time that Tim had met Diana had been two years ago. Diana had come to Gotham in order to visit Bruce and take a break off crime fighting (even superheroes need a vacation). That was when Tim had developed a crush on the Amazonian that he tried desperately to hide it from Diana...or anybody, for that matter. After two weeks were over, Diana had left and Tim was free to relieve himself in private. Right now, Tim was praying to any God that was listening that Diana didn't feel his hard-on poke her in her sizable chest. He had tried taking his mind off the situation he was in. He had tried thinking about cars, about fishing, about anything that didn't involve jerking off....but that was proving to be an impossible task for the teenager hero. He was in heaven, and he wasn't sure that he ever wanted to leave the warmth of Diana's cleavage. Tim stayed as still as he could, and vowed not to caress the supple breasts that had entombed him.
Eventually, after about what felt like ages (it was really 20 or so minutes), Diana had opened her chest plate and removed Tim from his heaven. As Diana lifted him up, Tim looked around to discover that he was in a large apartment. On a nearby table, Tim gasped when he saw a cage filled with shrunken men in it. By the time Tim was face-to-face with Diana, she was talking to him. It seemed that Lena, the evil Amazonian, went around shrinking men to be her slaves. The cage in Diana's room held all the men that she had saved from Lena's clutches. Diana was looking for a cure for the shrunken men, but she didn't have any luck. There were at least a dozen men in the cage....each one of them young. The cage served as an apartment to the shrunken men, and was never locked. Diana had installed makeshift planks so that the men could wander around the room at their leisure. Most of the men were greeting Diana in various ways; one waved both of his arms at her, while another seemed to be prostrating before her.
"You could stay here with me until I find a cure" said Diana.
"What about Bruce?" asked Tim, still in the clutch of Diana.
"I'll find him sooner or later" said Diana. "we don't know where to start looking for him...do you?"
Tim had been staring at the breasts of Diana, almost in a trance. "Uhh....no" He instantly snapped his attention back to Diana's face, which was smiling. That smile made Tim's heart skip a beat. It was a smile that clearly said "The game's up, bucko"
"I see that saving Bruce isn't the only thing on your mind" said Diana.
"No! It is!" yelped Tim. "I...I..I...I'm sure that Catwoman took Boo---er, Bruce to one of her hideouts. It's one of the cat food factories downtown..."
"That tells me differently" said Diana, pointing at the tent in Tim's pants. Tim yelped.
"Its alright" laughed Diana. "every shrunken man has that reaction to me. They can't help but be turned on"
"Well, could you tell me more about this Lena?" asked Tim. "that would really help me focus..."
"I doubt that" said Diana. "anyway, Lena invented that gun that shrinks people....she seems to be working with a low-time villain called the Sizer. I was asked to come to Gotham to discover what they're up to"
"Why are they robbing banks?" asked Tim.
"That's just what I was thinking" said Diana, putting Tim down on the table that had the cage on it. When he was put down, Tim saw the men in the cage was giving him jealous looks. "they must need a large sum of cash for whatever they're planning to do...either that, or they're doing something else....now, if you excuse me...I need to visit the little Amazonian room" Diana walked off.
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