Selina led the way back to the lair she was using at the
moment. She was still unsure how
Nightwing had turned into her pet kitten, but she was defiantly able to keep up
with her on her bike. Something really
weird about this. These had been bat
bikes, but now they were cat bikes. And
as she rode the bike Selina couldn’t ignore the fact that a vibrator seemed to
be built into the saddle of the motorcycle.
And it was causing her to get really naughty thoughts. The idea of a
sexcapade once they got back to the lair was buzzing in Selina’s head and her
crotch.
*
“Let’s go to the bell tower,” Batman said.
“Right-a-rooney!” Harley chirped.
She reached behind and pulled a grapple gun. She launched a line to pull her up into the
sky. Batman pinched the bridge of his
nose. Whatever was happening, he didn’t
want to deal with an angry Ivy looking for Harley right now.
“Batgirl, Red Robin, be ready to deal with Ivy looking
for Harley,” Batman said over a secure link, “I am removing her from the board
for the night.”
“Copy Boss, Right Batman” the pair chimed.
Batman launched a line and raced off after “White Knight”
or whatever Harley was calling herself now.
*
The Lair was a hell of a lot kinkier than Selina
remembered when she left it earlier. Sure
she had a daybed in there and wardrobe to change, and some other personal
stuff, but this was an open air apartment for two. This lair was decorated in leopard, cheetah,
tiger, and panther prints with a mix of black leather. She noted the bondage furniture in the
middle. Sex sling hanging from the
ceiling, four post bed, spanking bench modular wall with shelfs of sex toys.
“So Selina,” the former Nightwing strutted right to the
four post bed, “Need a relaxing tongue bath?
Or do you want to shower and rubber up first?”
“Shouldn’t you be wearing something now that we are home?”
Selina said as a strange urge prodded her to say that.
“Right Mistress, Nya,” the black haired made a cat wave.
She rushed over to a personal sleeping area with its own
set of wardrobes and Selina followed.
Selina noticed a line of purses hanging on pegs, each one had a name
over it. Alias, all of them, except…
Dixie Grayson… Dick Grayson was Bruce’s ward, the first Robin and until
tonight, Nightwing.
“Dixie,” Selina purred.
“Yes Mistress?” Dixie turned around.
She was wearing a neck corset with Night Paw written out
in gem stones.
*
The Bell Tower was the penthouse apartment of one of the
Wayne properties, a high rise apartment complex with a bell tower at the
top. Batman followed White Knight down a
secret passage next to non-working brass bell.
They went up the stairs to the small hidden attic above the bell. As soon as they were in, Harley reached up
with both hands and thumbed hidden latched on the cheeks of her helmeted cowl,
a slight whirl loosened the piece and she doffed it without concern. Bruce recognized the system from a prototype
suit he had been working on. It was
indeed Harley under the hood. Around
them the attic turned mini batcave was decorated in red and blacks with a
circus motif. In the middle was a four
post bed with red and black checkered blankets.
“Oh Bruce,” Harley cooed as she flopped down and gyrated
to show off her curves, “I’ve been a bad girl and need a spanking…”