Based loosely on the Batman: Arkham City version of Catwoman
9:45 PM, The Rooftops, Downtown Arkham City
Catwoman, why me? Because dear Nightwing, I know you'll help me. I'm only stealing from the people who stole from me, so I'm not stealing. Where did you get the stuff in the first place? I stole it. You give her that look. What can I say. I'm a cat burglar. She smiles at you. Whatever. So who stole from you? Well I already kicked Two-Face's ass and took my stuff back. But with him being obsessed with the number two and all, he only had half. His goons have the rest. That's why I need your help. Why not just ask Batman? I thought you two had a thing? We do. But with his morals and all. I knew he wouldn't help me, so that's why I asked you. Works for me. So do I get some kind of reward for all my trouble? I'll think about it. She says as she runs her gloved hand down your chest and winks at you.
Two hours later... After Catwoman takes down the last goon, she picks up her duffel bag and starts walking back to her apartment. Um, Catwoman? Follow me and you'll get your reward. She again winks at you. 11:45 PM, Catwoman's Apartment, Arkham City Residential District
Catwoman throws her duffel bag in a closet and sits on her couch. So? Oh. Right. Your reward. As a reward for helping me, you get to rub my pretty little paws. Huh? My feet smart guy. How is that a reward? Oh please. You think I didn't see you stare at my feet every time I kicked a guy in the face or wrapped my legs around a guys neck? I uh... Admit it. You have a foot fetish dont you? What if I do? Then it's only that much more fun for you. Plus these boots kill my feet! Fine Catwoman, you win. Selina Kyle, you? Nightwing... Cmon, I'm not even wearing a mask. You can trust me with your secret identity. Batman trusts me with his... Fine... Dick Grayson. Weren't you in the circus when you were a kid? Yeah, my family was the famous Flying Graysons, of course that was until my parents were killed by a mob boss... I feel bad for you now, little Nightwing's parents were taken from him unfairly, just like Bruce... Catwoman takes off her boots and flexes her socked feet. The natural smell of a woman's sweaty feet is starting to get to you. Any minute now you'll be in a haze... You take off your gloves and grab one of Selina's feet. You slowly start rubbing her foot and she starts... Purring? She really takes the cat thing too far... Mmmm... That's nice. You know you're really good at this. I can never get Bruce to do this, not even when we're in our civilian clothes. Now that I think about it, you do look familiar. I remember you from when I was a little kid. Ding ding. Lightbulb moment. Why dont you take my socks off now? It'll be better for both of us that way. She says as she winks at you. She must get pretty lonely if she's really as sexual as she acts... You peel off both of her socks and admire her shiny black nail polish. She wiggles her toes to get your attention. Hi, Catwoman here. I did ask for a massage not a staredown. Sorry. You continue rubbing her feet, sneaking a whiff here and there. Until finally your hormones get to be too much and your start kissing her feet all over. Tee hee, you kind of remind me of Isis right now. She's always buzzing around my feet like that. You stop kissing for a second. I remind you of your cat? Mhmm. Wonderful. She suddenly shoves five of her toes into your mouth, which you have no objections to...
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