Batgirl stop talking. All the guards left when Catwoman went to the bathroom, leaving Batgirl alone to take care of her. Batgirl had turned all the lights off for her stealth, making it semi-dark except with the moon light peering through the windows, non of the video cameras could see them since they don't have night vision.
Recently after Batman and Robin left her in charge of Gothom, Batgirl could feel her mind slipping away. Like what Catwoman was just suspecting, she too felt herself feeling a bit... strange. Whatever could it be? But Batgirl smiled when her attention once again focused on Catwoman. Her uncomfortableness made Batgirl feel... happy.
Catwoman found this ridiculous. Just a month ago, she was able to clip Batgirl's wings with ease. But now she finds it impossible to get her foot off of her. And the cold cement floor wasn't doing it for her either. Except it kept her penis from softening up but even harder. "Hey, can you please let go of me, miss hero? I was just looking at these catnips. Honest!" Catwoman said shamelessly.
Batgirl's smile grew wider. Catwoman couldn't see it with her face against the floor, but Batgirl was growing a psychotic look. "Uh, no. I don't think so, miss cool whip. I know you came here to steal the new artifacts from the museum and you know, that's a crime." Batgirl said, cooing soft in Catwoman's ear at the last part.
Catwoman got a little creep out by Batgirl new approach. But then again, she had already notice Batgirl was not acting in her usual 'fight for justice' self from the last chapter. "So, you're going to try sending me to jail all by yourself then? I like to see you try." Catwoman smugly said.
But Batgirl wasn't really in the conversation at this point. Her mind was somewhere else and (using night vision) her eyes scan Catwoman's highly mature body. "It's true that the minute I hand you over to the police, those worthless help will only lose you within an hour. But we still can't have you on the streets, stealing everything like you own the place." Batgirl noted like it was not common knowledge. Her voice lowered as if she was at a boy's house and she was up to something naughty.
Catwoman is surprise and a little frighten. Batgirl just practically referred to the cops as scum. Heroes don't do that and Batgirl always seem to have a very high opinion of the police. Catwoman tried struggling again in growing fear for her life. Still Batgirl's foot didn't budge but instead felt likes it was coming down harder on her neck. Soon, Catwoman felt herself choking. "S-stop! Y-your ki-lling m-e!" Catwoman yelled. Catwoman's head laid on its side as the foot came closer and closer to the floor.
Catwoman looked up at Batgirl with strong plea in her eyes and tried again to ask for her to stop but now nothing came out of her voice. All Batgirl did in response was just looking down at Catwoman and saying "No!", with a big smile on her face. That was the last thing Catwoman saw before everything went dark.
Hours later, alive, Catwoman open her eyes to find...
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