Knight of Darkness 2/? [MF no sex]
Gotham City

	It was day.  The sunlight coming in from the
skylights hundreds of feet above the cold floor of the
cave made everything grey.  The light reflected off of
the dust making strange patterns in the air.  
	The naked form in a fetal position stirred.  Before
him was a vast array of computer equipment and weapons. 
A tattered mattress lay bent over a desk, a chair lay
upside-down a few feet away.
	His body ached.  His muscles were sore and his
sinuses were clogged from a combination of dust and cold. 
He stood and stretched his tense muscles.
	The sunlight felt good on his skin, and for a while
the goings on of the night were forgotten.  Walking
across the cave he came to the stairs that led to his
other home.  After punching in the various codes the
hydraulic locking mechanisms hissed and the door slid
open.  
	A soothing waltz played gently as the nude Bruce
Wayne entered his mansion.  The ever present, never
shocked Alfred stood holding a large white robe.  Bruce
looked a mess, he was covered in dirt and grim from
sleeping on the floor, and he smelled as if he had not
bathed in a few days.  He had a short beard and his hair
was unkempt.
	"Mr. Wayne, I have run a bath for you and left a
fresh suit in your chambers."  Alfred said as he helped
his employer on with the robe.  Long ago Bruce had
learned that modestly was unnecessary with Alfred. 
"Thank you Alfred, I want..." he started to list orders,
but his butler simply raised is hand in protest and
finished his thought.
	"Yes, yes sir, coffee black with sugar, a half of a
melon, dry toast, and your cellular phone and computer. 
They are all waiting in you chambers sir."  Wayne nodded
and proceeded up the stairs to wash and dress.

	At noon a very different man stepped out of a
limousine in front of Wayne Industries.  Similar to the
straight jawed, broad shouldered gentleman who laid on
the floor of a cave, but this man was well groomed and
dress in an Armani suit.  
	He was clean shaven, his hair was finely trimmed,
even his nails were manicured.  He dropped the "Wall
Street Journal" into the back seat as he stepped out. 
His chauffeur, a large bald black man, closed the door
behind the millionaire and quickly drove the car away.
	In the office everything was buzzing.  Mr. Wayne
passed the sea of cubicles and headed directly for his
office.  His secretary, who sat patiently at her desk,
stood and nervously took Wayne's briefcase.
	"Um... hello Mr. Wayne, those foreign investors
have been calling all week, sir.  I..." He cut her off as
he opened the door to his office.  "I took care of all of
that this morning, I am going to be in my office for an
hour, if anyone calls take a message."
	The door was closed and he was once again alone, or
so he thought.  Bruce Wayne's office was huge.  Mahogany
bookshelves lined the walls, marble statues in all four
corners, and a picture window showing the entire Gotham
skyline.
	The enormous leather chair behind his desk was
turned to face the window, that was the first sign that
something was wrong.  The sixth sense that crime fighting
had developed was now sending an alarm through his body.
	A single leg slipped over the side of his chair,
the leg was clad in skin tight leather and wore a knee
high boot.  "Catwoman" he said silently.  He knew that
his persona of the wealth millionaire knew nothing of
Catwoman, so he played dumb.  
	"Who are you and why shouldn't I call security
right now?" he said in a firm but civilian tone.  A soft
purring laughter came as his only reply.  The chair
slowly turned, revealing the stunning Catwoman.  She was
practically laying in the chair, putting her feat up on
the desk as she turned.
	She was muscular, yet feminine, acutely living up
to her name and looking feline.  Clad in a leather cat
suit topped with little ears, her face was painted white
and her lips black.
	"No need to call your rent-a-cop Mr. Wayne" she
said putting a little contempt in his name.  "I will be a
good kitty."  She smiled with fake innocence.  "I have
come here to make you an offer"
	Bruce Wayne frowned as he walked over to the phone. 
"I don't make deals with dominatrixes who break and
enter."  He was about to pick up the phone but she
snapped her fingers and he felt a cold hard metal object
on the back of his neck.
	"I came to play nice, but my friends have short
tempers."  She stood up and pulled a long whip from her
belt.  Standing the true scale of her beauty was seen. 
Her hips were curved and her breast were large, yet her
waist was very thin, this gave her body a exquisite
shape.  Her lips were very large and full and her nose
was small almost upturned.
	Wayne stood still at the unseen man behind him
relaxed the gun.  Bruce looked her in the eye, then said
in a somewhat shaky voice.  "What is it you want Ms..."
he waited for her to fill in her name but she did not.
	"What I want is for all my little kitty friends to
have a good home.  So I am here for two things."  She
walked over to the wall were a large painting of a sunset
over Paris hung.  She whipped the painting and it fell
reveling a large safe.
	"First, for some kitty friends of mine, I would
like you to look into the horrible treatment of the lions
in your Gotham Zoo."  She smiled sweetly putting her
hands, and the whip, behind her back.  "Second, I want
the combination to this safe... so I can have a nicer
cage and some pretty toys."
	Bruce Wayne looked at the woman in front of him. 
Despite all of his self control, he was quite aware of
her body.  He tried to but his feeling aside, as he did
every moment of his life, and try to talk his way out of
this situation.
	"I will be happy to talk to the Zoo keeper, but I
am afraid I can't give you that combination.  I have some
important documents in there."  He remembered exactly how
important those papers were and shuttered.
	Catwoman walked over to Wayne and sized up this
man.  He was very fit, meaning he probably had a personal
trainer or something.  He was defiantly handsome, tall
and dashing.  He was full of himself and even though he
just had a gun to his back he wasn't even sweating.
	She noticed a slight bulge in is tailored pants. 
She smiled, he was turned on by her, excellent.  She
nodded twice at the hulking man behind the business man,
and he unceremoniously knocked Bruce Wayne out.

	Bruce Wayne awoke sitting in his leather chair.  He
was acutely aware of the fact that he could not move his
arms or his legs.  As the room came back into focus he
saw that the Catwoman was sitting on his desk facing him,
smiling.  
	"Hey Bruce, hows your head?" she said in a soothing
tone.  He groaned, "It hurts."  She smiled again, "Well
tell me the combination and I will give you a Tylenol." 
He groaned again.
	She shook her head.  "I know about the government
papers. I know about the government project your company
was hired for.  Now tell me and I wont have to kill you
and blow up the wall."
	He let out a laugh, "If you know all that you know
that the safe is rigged to destroy the contents if it is
tampered with."  She nodded at this, knowing that fact
also.  She pouted her lips a bit and looked back at him
with a look of seduction.
	"Maybe we can work out a deal Mr. Wayne." she said
sliding off the desk and straddling his lap facing him. 
Her breasts were now pressed against his chest and her
warm thighs were pressed against his legs.
	He involuntarily let out a moan at the sensation of
her body against his.  She kissed him softly on the
cheek, then bit him gently.  She moved forward so her
mouth was near his ear.
	Her scent was overwhelming.  She wore some strange
perfume that seemed to blend her natural fragrance with
an exotic spice.  The smell made him even more aroused.  
	She whispered into his ear very softly, "Bruce, you
are a business man so I want to make a deal with you." 
She let out a 'purr' into his ear, her warm breath
sending powerful sensations down his neck.  "If you give
me the combination..." he felt her hand slip down is
chest, landing on his crotch.  "I will fuck you.", she
said squeezing his sex.
	Now as this was happening two things occurred. 
Bruce Wayne's mind raced with logical reasons that a
millionaire business man would risk his life by not
giving this leather clad psychopath the information she
wanted.  And Batman had managed to slip out of the
handcuffs that kept him tied to the chair.
	He knew that she would become very suspicious if he
suddenly became free of his bonds and threw her across
the room.  He realized that his best chance was to give
her the combination and then catch her as Batman.
	She watched him debating what to do and thought she
would make the decision a bit easier for him.  She moved
her hands up to her collar and unsnapped the small
buckle.  She then slowly unzipped the front of her suit
until it was open down to her waist.
	Before Bruce Wayne were the most perfect breasts he
had ever seen.  Her skin was a bit flushed from being
held tight in the suit.  She wore no bra, it seemed that
the top of this suit had some sort of built in support.
	They were not too large, he gauged them at a 38C. 
They were high on her chest and tipped with large full
pink nipples.  The nipples seemed to be very erect and a
bit reddened and raw from being kept hidden behind hot
leather.
	Catwoman moved forward so that one hard nipple
brushed across his lips.  He lurched forward as much as
he could, while still maintaining the appearance of being
bound.  The nipple slipped easily between his lips and
her greedily sucked on it.
	Her skin was almost feverishly hot in his mouth. 
She was shocked by the aptitude in which he sucked and
nibbled on her skin.  He almost lost control at that
point and wrapped his arms around her, but he maintained
control.
	She reluctantly pulled away from kiss kisses.  Her
face was now flushed and red.  "Tell me what I want to
know playboy and I will let you kiss other things."  They
were both panting a bit now.  
	"Twenty three, two, seventy six.  Then the digital
code is 7180306."  Catwoman looked at him questioningly. 
She was more then a bit disappointed, she was hopping she
would have to "persuade" him a bit more.
	She stood up abruptly, her breasts bouncing
slightly.  She looked particularly erotic wearing the
mask and the suit, but having her breasts exposed.  She
zipped the top up slowly looking deep into Bruce's eyes. 
"You are very stupid Mr. Wayne, you should have waited."
	As she closed her collar she turned and walked to
the safe and entered the combinations.  As she opened the
safe the lights went out and the curtains fell across the
window.  The room was enveloped by a thick darkness.