The hidden sub-basement of the Kane building had outfitted as a Bat-cave, complete with links to the mainframe under Wayne Manor. The Lamborghini pulled into the parking area and Kate looked over. Bruce got out looking like a celebrity pretending to be causal at a million-dollar event.
“Hello Bruce,” Kate said from the computer terminal.
“What had been going on?” Batman’s voice came out of Bruce’s mouth.
“Well,” Kate sighed and brought up the videos clips, “If I was into Maledom rubber fetish porn, my brains would be leaking out my crotch. Even that shit was staged.”
Bruce gave a sideways glance while Kate brought up the screen capture. It was a woman in a rubber body suit with an open crotch and a full face hood holding up a sign.
“E Nigma presents a Batboob picture: The riddle of the clit.”
Bruce preformed a face-palm.
“Let me guess, you never saw any clues about who the women are?” Bruce asked.
“Well nothing that would stand up in court,” Kate said as the brought up another screen grab, “But I think Canary is playing for team Riddler. That is Canary’s butt and thighs.”
“Who is the other woman?” Batman’s voice interrogated her.
“No idea,” Kate admitted, “But she is a natural redhead and something of a pornstar bisexual. All the vital stats are on the notes I posted.”
“Thanks,” Bruce’s voice spoke, “This was not something I would entrust to less mature people… Alfred demanded we invite you over for Easter dinner, I know that isn’t really your thing so I’m fine with you already having plans.”
“I will let you know,” Kate said, “If I bring others I will give you a heads up. Look Bruce there was something else, I think Nigma was trying to send you a message. Here.”
Bruce looked at the montage of screen grabs.
“Referencing a Karma Sutra, but not the standard Karma Sutra…” Batman’s voice returned, “Nigma really can’t help himself.”
Both took deep breathes.
“Ok I have a date,” Bruce smiled, “You have Cassie and Tim to count on for patrols, Barbara and Dick have been flaking out since Christmas.
“Who’s your date?” Kate asked.
“Selina Kyle,” Bruce said as he went back to the Lamborghini, “I am pretty sure she is up to something, I don’t know what exactly she is plotting.”
*
Circe was sandwiched between Steve and Hall pumping her in her snatch and butt. She gasped in pleasure as another orgasm overtook her.
*
Shulkie was bouncing up and down on Joker’s Magic Candy Stick, the fake rabbit ear was slapping her face as she was bouncing.
*
Selina was waiting for Bruce at the bar of the restaurant. Bruce caught himself gasping at the sight of her. She was in a slinky black cocktail dress with a tight black corset. She was waiting with a glass in her hand and smile on her face. Bruce stood still as Selina put her glass down and strutted over like she had won a fight already.
“Hello Handsome,” Selina purred in his ear as she kissed his cheek.
“Your table is ready,” The restaurant host said.
As the host lead them to a semi private table in the back, Selina hung on Bruce’s arm tightly.
“So why did you pick a Sushi restaurant?” She asked quietly.
“Well I know you were raised Catholic and it is Good Friday,” Bruce said tactfully, “So it seemed like a good idea.”
“Not because of my feline nature?” Selina purred as she rubbed her free hand on Bruce.
*
Elsewhere Diana had a nun tied up with her golden lasso. The nun was proving to be quite the dyke!
*
“So Selina,” Bruce said as he sipped his water, “What are you planning?”
“I want make you into my personal fuck gimp,” Selina smiled as she took another sip of her wine.
Bruce kept his face calm as he stared at Selina. She kept a playful smile on her face as she held her wine glass up.
“For some reason I get the feeling you are not joking,” Bruce said.
“Nope,” Selina said, “In fact I am imagining you in a rubber gimp suit right now, complete with cat ears in the hood.”
“Ok,” Bruce said.
Just then two waiters approached with their dinners. Both stopped talking and smiled at the waiters. Once the plates and bowls were laid out one of the waiters left instantly while the over smiled and asked if there was anything else they needed.
“Another soda,” Bruce held up his glass.
“Another Saki,” Selina smiled.
“Right away,” the waiter said before retreating.
“Selina,” Bruce started.
“I know, you have your mission,” Selina said, “But admit it, the thought of being tied to my bed excites you and you know it!”
*
It wasn’t hard for the Sucubunny to find Selina’s brownstone. She waited there by the no-parking spot. She cradled her rabbit in her arm, petting her with her free hand. If there was one mortal that could screw things up, it was the Bat. And tonight the bat would become the Catnip.
*
Bruce pulled into the no-parking spot and unlocked the doors.
“I’d ask you to come in for a drink,” Selina said, “But we both know you have to go patrol the city…”
Selina leaned in a gave Bruce a passionate kiss. Then opened her door and was about to step out. A weird feeling passed throw her and in front of her Bruce was struck with something. A massive about of brown goo foamed up and enveloped Bruce.
“Oh shit! Clayface!” Selina screamed as she looked around for the mutant menace, “What the fuck Clayface! I was trying to get laid tonight!”
She couldn’t see where that pile of goo was so she turned back to Bruce who was now almost entirely enveloped in the now hardening material. It occurred to Selina, it looked like Bruce was being enclosed in a giant chocolate egg! As soon as the egg finished taking shape, it started to shatter. The material turned to so much dust and most of it seemed to evaporate. What she saw almost made her pee her panties.
“How my you slave server you Mistress?” The rubber catman asked.
Gone was the expensive cloths and the smug attitude. In its place was a slave in a skin tight black latex catsuit, chest harness, a hood with cat ears, a slave collar and a pair of rubber kitten mittens.
“How about you park this in a proper parking spot and come inside!” Selina ordered, “Mistress need hot loving!”