Batman was focused completely on the Batcomputer search for possible hideouts for Harley or Poison Ivy, he never heard Catwoman until she was right beside him. He caught site of Catwoman eventually in the reflection of the computer screen. Slowly, Batman turned to see what she wanted and the moment he laid eyes on her, he straitened up. Catwoman’s demeanor was strange, her chest was heaving up and down, her eyes were unfocused and a little bit of drool was running down her chin. Fearing the same hunger that had taken over Harley and possible Batgirl was at work, Batman slowly reached for a baterang in his belt, but was too late. Catwoman was on top of him in a second, her hot breath blowing on his face and both arms pinned by her massive bulk. The caped crusader had been defeated easily, left to the mercy of an out of control Catwoman. He tried to get his hands up, but there was just too much weight on top of him.

“Don’t worry about lifting your hands, let me take care of all the work.” Catwoman lunged forward and Batman braced himself to be swallowed. What he going instead was Catwoman’s puckered lips pushing hard into his own mouth. She kissed him hard, her lips massing against his mouth in a wet, sloppy kiss. Batman’s white eyes widened as he felt a large slippery tongue filling his mouth and slapping against his back teeth. Catwoman refused to break the kiss, even as Batman struggled to escape. She rubbed her barely clothed body against the hard body of her captive, nearly burying the Bat under her many layers of fat. When Catwoman pulled away from the kiss, she got off Batman and smirked at him wickedly.

“Selena, what are you doing? This is no time to be…” Batman stopped talking as he tried to get up, but found that he couldn’t move. Craning his neck back, he saw his hands bond to his chair by a pair of Batcuffs. While Catwoman had been kissing him, she had slipped on the cuffs. Batman had been so focused on her wiggling tongue in her mouth he never noticed what she had done.

“Like I said, you won’t be needing your hands,” Catwoman purred deeply and advanced on her prey. The hunger in her belly was strong, but the hunger in her loins was stronger. Selena was Catwoman, a person that personified a feline, but even she could get sick of playing cat and mouse. She was going to gorge herself on mouse, until all her pent up sexual frustration was gone. Batman would be a tough nut to crack, but after she got done with him, he’d be her personal tomcat. Right now, he needed to be restrained, but soon, she would be the one in cuffs. Ridding herself of the tattered remains of her uniform, the naked cat burglar moved towards Batman with a manic gleam in her eyes. It only took Catwoman ten minutes to make one of the worlds most composed men start screaming.


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“What’s going on here?” Tim asked as he walked into the main room of Harley/Ivy’s hideout where the action from last night had taken place. After a very long shower, mostly because Tim and Poison Ivy kept getting dirty, the clean pair had left the bathroom to find Batgirl and Harley in bed wrestling together. It wasn’t that odd because they had been all over each other before Tim and Poison Ivy took their shower. What was odd that the moans of pleasure that were expected weren’t present.

“We’re fighting,” Harley explained as she mounted Batgirl’s back. She pushed her entire mass on top of the fat redhead, pushing her face into the mattress. Batgirl fought back by trying to grab Harley from behind, but all she got was rolls of fat. To make her settle down, Harley bounced several times on Batgirl, knocking the air out of her until she stopped trying to grab Harley

“Any chance that we can have a threeway fight?” Poison Ivy asked as she eyed over a thousand pounds rolling around on the broken bed. Tim nodded enthusiastically beside her, wanting to ‘fight’ too. Both of them were naked and ready to join in any fun the two huge girls were up to.

“Seriously, we’re trying to settle an argument, and it looks like I won.” Harley smiled as Batgirl tapped out underneath her and rolled off the defeated hero. Batgirl pulled her face from the mattress and took a deep breath. She glared at Harley, who smirked back at her timidly.

“No fair, you got me down by tickling me. That is such a cheat!”

“Alls fair in love, war and wrestlin,” Harley shot back smugly.

“Next time, I’m going to tickle you and see how fair you find it.”

“You can try, but I ain’t ticklish.”

“Fine, then maybe I’ll see how good you wrestle with a few fingers in your pussy.”

Harley gulped nervously, if Batgirl started using tricks like that, she’d never beat the other girl in naked wrestling. Of coarse, she could always counter by sucking on her tits to distract her, but then Batgirl could try to win by massaging her buttocks. Things would degrade from there and they wouldn’t be fighting anymore, they’d be screwing. On the other hand, maybe a make out contest to end fights wouldn’t be that much of a bad thing.

“What were you fighting over?”

Harley snapped out of her deep thoughts to turn to Poison Ivy, who was tapping her foot impatiently. Grinning at her partner in crime, Harley explained. “Me and Batbabe we’re fighting over what we were going to do today. She wants to find the closest mob hang out and pig out, but I got a better idea.”

“Better then eating big greasy Italian mobsters?” Poison Ivy asked dubiously. Harley nodded, she had bigger things planned then scarfing down some sleazy gangster. There were big things planned, things bigger then even Harley.