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The Cat and The Rat	By : TimedWatcher Category: +A through F > Batman: Arkham City Views: 2167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Poison Ivy
- 2-Catwoman
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He was set down again. The ride over from Ivy's less problematic for his stomach this time. He couldn't believe he felt safe so high up in the sky.
Then again, with Catwoman, it felt hard not to feel safe around her.
Of course, as soon as he thought that, she was nowhere to be found.
He quickly searched, before seeing a tiny glimpse of her as she disappeared into the window above.
The warm glow of the light shining through teased him, reminded again just how cold this part of Gotham was at night - a whistle of wind rattled and shifted the gated fences on both sides of himself, causing his fingers to meet in the middle to prevent his teeth from chattering, expecting to see her any minute now.
Nothing.
"Hey uh. Little help?" Rat outstretched his palms in a 'what the hell' kind of look while raising his voice.
"Kid, I won't always be around to take care of you. I'm sure you can manage." She rested her elbow beside her heavy cleavage, which was perched like a resting pie on the sill, too hot to eat.
How the-
How was he supposed to do this?
His fingers were too big to slip into the cracks.
"Hup!" His foot met the brickwork, kicking himself off, but doing little to get himself higher.
He was about to swear, but then she leaned over, a hand extended. He took it. Catwoman then cinched her grip on him, and he wasn't the least bit prepared as he was propelled upward with ease. Either he didn't weigh that much or she was hitting the venom pretty hard. The pinch in his armsocket was the least of his worries however, as his ribcage scraped against the lower part of the window, which made him suck in his gut with surprise but it was too late for it to have any effect, as it only heightened the feeling of the pain he experienced, expecting it to be bruised later.
Through the threshold, he turned, which was a mistake, because as soon as he was inside, she let go, causing him to slump over on his hipbone. "Eurgh..."
"Welcome to my home away from home -- but careful not to touch the shiny stuff." She was kinda right to give him that warning. While the studio apartment was humble and even rundown, everything in it was opulent.
Gems and jewels of all shapes and sizes sat underneath domes of glass like a museum, his visage made even uglier trapped in the fly's eye reflection of them.
Wads of cash and loose bills poured from a closet, unaccounted and uncared for -- a modern art exhibit of its own.
Speaking of art, just above the radiator was an oil painting: Men at sea on a ship being hit by heavy duty sprays, as they tried their best to recover and hold onto the sail.
Hey wait... that's been missing for years.
The centerpiece of the room and the only thing separating the kitchen from the bed was a coffee stained brown couch with several clouds of white stuffing exposed through claw marks, both big and small - the unofficial but official scratching post of all felines.
A black cat crossed his path, nuzzling his leg, then walked away. "Not even one of the cats?"
"Especially not any of my cats." She pushed out her luscious lips in a kissy fashion on a white furred and blue eyed cat. "Did you miss me?" She then hurled it gently before picking up another and committing a similar ritual. Catwoman, true to her name, seemed to worry more about her cats than her guest. Rough, but loving.
"You know it's fun to watch you play with your surrogate kids, but aren't I here for something?" He sat down at an old looking desk that was stacked with equipment and resources - he knew it was old because it didn't even have a sliding keyboard tray. She got the message, almost stomping over. He nearly took it as a threat, before she reached into her cleavage and pulled out a tiny square.
She dropped the piece of plastic with a W engraved on it. "I need something that'll decrypt Waynetech stuff." Catwoman folded her arms, making her chest seem bigger. "Can you do that?"
Picking it up in a delicate pinch, he marveled at the size of it. The keys to the kingdom were all right here. "Sure, but do you got-" She yanked a sheet off a security box that had been pried from a wall, wires and all.
She tapped his shoulder. "Now, do you have everything you need?"
The genuine helpfulness in her voice caught him off guard. "Oh uh..." He glanced casually. "Yeah."
"Good. I'll be where you need me if you have any questions, but I'm sure a-" She lowered down, her voice a little raspier now. "Smart and handsome boy like yourself doesn't need any help from lil ol' me."
He ulped.
The idea of impressing her seemed impossible, but it was something he strived for. He worked his fingers to the bone. He could solder and even work with circuitry, but it was more... recalling manuals than practiced skills. He just needed to produce some kind of remote that he also was sure wouldn't fry the chip. Thankfully, she was smart enough to provide him with a few dummies to work with.
Catwoman lounged about as her stooge was busy, making sure he was doing what she asked - but being a prison guard was no fun. Her eyes scanned the room, searching for that ball of yarn that could kill some time, and her eyes drifted to that iron latched fridge. With a cold buzz, she rummaged around for it. "Perfect - this is exactly what the doctor ordered." Something red and toasty for the throat. She was about to pop it open so she could start drinking it from the bottleneck when she remembered her guest, hunched over his workplace. She stared at the old vintage drink, thinking for a second.
She uncorked the top of it right beside his head, bringing the wafting smell eminating near his nose. "Hey. Don't." He meekly pushed her away, looking a bit revolted.
"I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to get your mind off the work I'm forcing you to do." Her tone playful, encouraging for him to slack off.
"I'm just... I just... it's not something I do, okay?" After he said it, he wanted to take it back. If she hadn't kept herself so proper, she probably would have guffawed to death right there. He could tell by the way she looked at him now, her lips tightly held together, her chin sucked into her face, silently judging him.
"Yeah, so?"
He wanted to stand firm on this, make it seem like no big deal, but he betrayed himself with his inflection. "Look. Just let me get back to work."
"It's either drink with me or go back out there in the cold." She swished the bottle around. "Your choice."
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"You're... a virgin?" She should have seen that one coming considering his aptitude with his hands. Catwoman had to hide her disgust as she realised that the closest he'd ever been to sex was servicing Ivy... poor bastard. Not even with anybody he knew or liked. Sure, she's had some regrets when it came to that department. Who hasn't? The difference is that her first time wasn't forced. It probably would have changed who she was and who she would have become...
Buuuuut... and it was a big one - he WAS under Ivy's spell... could he even remember the details?
Catwoman then thought...
No. She couldn't do that. It wasn't exactly a better alternative for him.
"Yeah!" He sniggered in bursts. His face squished into a grinning grimace, his cheeks puffy and rosey red. Then he turned serious. "Girls... they have no interessst in a guy like me..." He got up, seemingly normal at first. "LOooOok... let me ask you... because you're like the hottest girl that's ever let me touch her-" He paused. "Y'know-" He mimed the holding on for dear life thing as she swung about the city before he sniffed. "Let me ask you why I am-WHOA-" Then his drunk walk kicked in as he stumbled forward onto a lone chair.
Catwoman's head lowered out of frustration, thinking again about what that crazy witch had done to him. 'He's just a dumb kid -- and that was his first time!?'
Why was she such a broken record about this subject?
Yet... she knew of the injustice he endured...
God, she was starting to sound like HIM.
Selina couldn't believe she was considering it, but... it wasn't out of pity. He had his... features. Catwoman almost crushed her glass when he tripped over. Why did he have to have such a cute looking behind?
His head nearly snapped off as he flipped it up to see she had moved down, her heels dug into the shag carpet, seemingly intent to hear him. He actually wasn't expecting this, as he flustered a bit. Her eyes as always, seemed cutting. "Well... uh..." He tried to continue, as Catwoman stalked her way to his side. He shot up and over his seat, trying to use his hands as a barrier as she crawled towards him on now on all fours. "What uh... what are you doin'?" His voice giggly and unsure. It actually kind of scared him how she was acting right now, like realising the dynamic of the predator/prey relationship and you are on the bad end of it.
Catwoman may have been a bit tipsy, but she was as determined as seeing some ice behind high security glass. They continued this game of cat and mouse, as Catwoman was picking up her pace, moving with an agility akin to her namesake. Rat would turn to see she wasn't on the ground chasing him, but against the wall, flexing her claws. Or cross legged on the couch. Or sitting above the fireplace, her legs splayed, her hands on her knees.
When Catwoman spread open her legs, even he couldn't look away from the image of the pure sex kitten she was -- and that's when he caught a glimpse of an imprint.
An outline of something... quite bulbous and thick looking between Catwoman's thighs that seemed incredibly uncomfortable being there, bulging the normally tight looking costume out of proportion around her crotch.
He was a bit slow on the uptake, a blur of alcohol making him ask the stupid question of: When did a jewel thief show any signs of interest in grocery store sausages?
She pounced at him.
He banked off a glass case that held a series of riches that rolled and jingled off their stands. Catwoman had him as he was rammed against her dresser, mainly her forcefulness was the culprit, mixed with his fumble footedness thanks to the drink. The landing sent specks of dust that flew up above the lamp light.
With the slither of a stripper, Catwoman danced back up to her feet. Her fingers travelled languidly, squeezing and groping parts of herself, crossing into the interior of her outfit. Starting from her already open and exposed cleavage, Catwoman teased the silver zipper with a flick, before tantalizingly taking it down inch by inch.
*CHK*
*CHK*
*CHK*
Her teardrop shaped tits swung out heavy with a bit of a sag. Her nips were quarter sized and light pink. They were sharp and pointed like many of the rocks she had on display. Yet despite their appealing size and shape, the worry about what she was packing between her legs was a clear and present danger, the black crease reminding him of the shape of a whale. A perfectly round lump of that textured material stood out from the normally smooth and form fitting vacuum packed tightness he imagined the suit to be like. Yet he still sat in denial -- she was stacked! How could someone with a pair like that have a...
She then ripped it down; the sound of her zipper like that of a bodybag being swiftly torn open, and just like if a dead body were inside, it jutted out. A look of relief hit her features, sucking in her lower lip for a moment even just getting it out, as she then smirked, her eyebrow raised knowingly seeing his initial fearful reaction to it for the first time. Spilling out, her stones drooped heavy, the right slightly lower than the left, but both were immense pool balls that made his own look like a pair of peas. Eight to nine inches - maybe it was even bigger than that - it hung in a downward curved droop, his chin raised as he craned his head to the side, an alert look in his eyes, as her thing dangled in front of him. He had to doublecheck his own forearm just to be sure it wasn't as long. His frightened nature gave way to indifference as it didn't lunge or attack him, and as the image of her top and bottom half coalesced into one, he found himself more interested in her than disgusted. "Is... is this why you're in a male prison?"
Her smile didn't disappear, but her face got a little sour.
She gave him a stiff smack that he barely felt due to the alcohol, but it still smartened him up not to say anything like that again.
Her banana shaped cock then vaulted at him, scaring the poor hacker, but any attempt to scramble away was knocked out of him with a firmly placed hand of hers placed on his shoulder, which then jostled him back into the dresser. How did she keep that thing hidden, especially in that skin tight suit? It was the only sex organ he had ever seen up close. Of course he had looked at porn -- but nothing compared to having it invade your whole vision. What hit him hardest though was her smell. It wasn't the funk he had like when he didn't shower after levelling for days in an MMO.
It was something else.
Something appealing.
His head shifted, and with more light pouring onto it, he could see the layer of moisture reflect, making it glisten. With tentative hands, he reached for it. As he measured her circumference with his hands, the heft of it was awe inspiring as he finally got up the nerve to lightly touch it underneath her shaft. "Jesus..." Her prick jumped a little in response to his touch, throbbing with blush reds and bright pinks. He mentally chided himself for wanting to have a taste. He gulped slowly, his dry and burning throat feeling too quaint for something so majestic. The musk of her cock was intense, feminine yet powerful, hitting him like a punch - clearly she hadn't washed in days - but the smell drove him to sniff her even more, imagining he was sniffing lines on it like she had white powder resting over her lightning bolt bolts of purple veins.
His hesitance however to do more annoyed her. She jabbed forward and he dropped her entirely out of surprise, which did little to dissuade her dick, a target in mind. It swam like a shark and before he knew it, he was engulfed. Nudging like a fist against his lips, her tip was like velvet, soft and juicy. His nose crinkled, his face now marked with her strangely ackrid and animal scent. Even as his face tried to swim against the current as it were, it did little to help stem the tide that was her overpowering cock trying to bypass his opening.
His resistance melted like ice cream on a hot day. The curiosity to have a taste of her bellend overwhelming his senses of what he deemed 'normal'. "Ahhh... OOLP-" Her drunken rush to have her red and radiating cock inside something warm had her humping on the inside of his mouth, bumping out his cheek almost comically with the sheer size of her head. "Uhl - uhl - uhl-" The pindrop quiet room filled with shlorping suckles as Catwoman forced her rod in and out of his mouth, a look of disbelief at her connecting meat bridge and it's sheer size. Catwoman had an intense eyed look, but it was like he wasn't even there, as she seemed more in love with the look of how her fat cock fit into his face than with the boy on the receiving end of it.
He couldn't believe he was getting hard, having to part his legs to make room for the tent. Although he was average, he felt absolutely shrimpy in comparison to her.
Staring down the rest of her coarse shaft as it now began to build up with sheens of his spit, face to face with her smooth and hairless groin, his focus turned up through the line of her cleavage. He stared up to her dark shaded and mascara outlined green eyes. That eye to eye meeting did something to her, as the image of this guy on his knees blowing her made her head spin. She spoke through gnashed teeth and her ruby red lips at a half smirk before she tossed her neck back. "Gahahawd... you don't know how long I've been waiting to do this." Extracting the red hot and pink member from his face, his drench mouth exhaled before the sound was broken up and wavered by several floppy yet stiff smacks against his lips, whapping her sloppy stick in an insulting manner.
Fwaps and flaps sent flecks of watery precum everywhere on his face. He sputtered like a newborn tasting something disgusting for the first time. His pantomiming was quickly extinguished, as she fed him her womanhood again. "URP! GRRRRG-" His vocal chords rasped together harshly as Catwoman was crossing new found territory. He gurgled, spurting spit up her shaft, making further gagging noises that only seemed to drive her to do it more.
He reached up behind her, attempting to readjust her or maybe get her to hold off for just a moment, but his hands got a big hand full of her large and clenching ass, it's athletic build making itself clear even through the tough and tactile surface of the skintight getup as she thrusted into his face, but there was more to it. She moved in a grinding motion, almost dancing with a sway as she fed him her sausage, trying to find the perfect place to rest it.
But there was no rest for her and her cock.
It started with her retractions from his mouth being slow and methodical, her sack peeling from his chin with a stickiness from her sweat. Then her nuts began swinging with full door knocking abandon, landing with quiet thumps against his jawline, her cock hitting his tonsils like it were a speedbag. There was a plinking as she bonked his head repeatedly, the sound of coins being disturbed into small shifting - but she built up too much momentum, as on a return thrust, she exploded out of his mouth - and her attempt to quickly insert it back into his mouth sent the slickly covered knob sliding up and by his nose, her sweaty balls draped across his throat. Resting arced from his forehead down, it looked like an alien appendage. It felt oddly porous in that moment as it leaked all over him, the knight's helmet she wielded having completely swallowed up his whole field of view, and all he could see was stretched flesh colour.
"SHLLORP" She was back in again, almost against his will. He attempted to swallow, but his esophagus constricted around the lengthy tube she had, almost causing him to retch. "HRRP - ULK - UUULGH" There were a few points it sounded like he actually wanted to vomit, but it was like music to her ears, and even if he did, he'd be the one cleaning it.
Air.
He needed air.
Why had it gotten so hard to breathe through his nose?
He helplessly slapped her knees. "Don't!" The back of his head banged uncomfortably, but lightly enough that he wasn't gonna cry about it, particularly because the cock ramming the back of his throat was worse. "Struggle..." A frustrated yet pleased huff of air left her, imprinting her abs visibly out for a moment before disappearing underneath her natural softness. He had considered fighting further, but it felt like one wrong move with her wad of flesh jammed down his face would tear a muscle in there.
He was driving her wild. The wedge of meat keeping his jaw separated made him seem so helpless, just like when she first found him, which is the kinda man she liked. Her lips puckered into an O, her neck on a near constant swivel. She then began to toss and turn her lovely pair, letting them fall with skin stretching jiggles, inspiring envy in him that made him wish he was standing and playing with them rather than at her heel and nearly choking to death. Her mouth split open for her tongue as it hung outside, almost wagging. She tried to rest it along her cheek, but it kept falling out against her will. "Ahhh-haah-" Her teeth bit down. "You're gonna make me cuuuuum!" Her breathy voice announced.
A sudden stop, his nose colliding with her bare pubic area. He watched as her perspired and sporty navel tightened - and then it happened. It came out in dollops, splattering the back of his throat. He snorted and coughed, which only made things worse, as it came blasting from his nose like a shotgun.
She fucked his mouth a little more, leaving another deposit of her jizz, but it was then her mighty dong fled in retreat, her hips souring into herself, her bright red looking pecker flopping out of his mouth like a caught fish, strands of saliva and sperm that connected them both broke apart as it swung back, now hanging proudly with a wobble between her thighs.
His first meal in awhile, and he kinda savored it, as nasty as it was. The thick and viscous liquid was hot and salty, but it didn't burn like the alcohol - but it had a quality to it that disturbed him. Academically, he may have been smart, but right now? He was over thinking her sperm, as he imagined how all her little swimmers were thriving somewhere in the recesses of his nasal cavity or his gums - which made him either want to upchuck or get it over with by sending them to his stomach acid quicker.
Instead, her ejaculate hung around his mouth a lot longer than was necessary -- and he kinda was growing attached to the idea of having this for breakfast, lunch and dinner, living rent free as Catwoman's cum receptacle.
She met him face to face in an awkward looking crouch, her palm pressed down on the smooth patch of her crotch as if she were obscuring a pussy, her shlong still dripping spit and cum on the cat hair filled carpet, and he instantly got self-consciousness as she looked at him with a listless yet sexual sneer. "You stink. Like sex." Catwoman ran her tongue up and down his face, reminding him more of an actual cat than a seductress. "Ahllll... mmmmph..." Her slathering pink muscle even darted up into each nostril to help clean him up.
"There... all better now..." She then tilted her head curiously. Those large and plush lips - especially the bottom one which was noticably bigger than the other - then finished off by smacking the tip of his nose with a subtle wetness. "Mwah." He got stupidly bashful -- his first real kiss from a girl. "Hep-comeon-" She grunted while slinging him over her shoulder. A part of him couldn't believe she was capable of throwing him around like he was a sack of potatoes. He would have felt grave embarrassment if he wasn't as sloshed as he was.
"Ouhf!" The air left him as he landed. Face first, he propped himself up on his elbows with a stupefied look as if he wasn't expecting what was coming next.
His pants were swiped down with a swiftness like she had done this before. His whole body seized up and tried to make things unreachable to her. She laid her fat cock out onto his ass cheeks, liking the visual of how easily she covered his seam. Propping him up onto his knees, Catwoman shunted herself at him, the boys hole eluding her. A frustrated low growl left her while poking at his crease. "Wait, wait, stop!" He begged like a bitch at the feeling of that giant worm knocking around his backdoor, her unabating grip on him like steel.
"AAH!" A quick gasping yipe left him, the fear of the pain worse than the actual rending of his insides he was experiencing in that moment, he shifted uncomfortably, a far more subdued reaction following. "Ah-aaaah..." One eye blinked, followed by the other. Sure it sucked, but it didn't hurt anywhere as bad as he thought it would, but as she got further in, his wincing turned into wet eyed grimaces; his hands clawing into the sheets and tearing them from their tucked in corners as she traveled inch by inch into him. The first time she pulled back, his orifice dragged along her shaft, and it felt like the whole of his insides were gonna be ripped out. That was when he had this urge, this instinct, to try and get away - but he was nothing more than her trapped prey, his internals batted around by her dick like a ball of yarn.
She wasn't a behemoth, but her gymnast built body was made clear as she flexed herself taut after every driving pump, her shoulderblades like lethal weapons in her powerful mounting stance. Her fingers pressed into his ribs as a grit faced Rat flew back and forth before his trembling knees sent him collapsing forward, now buried into the bed. He could feel the coil of a spring indent through the ratty and old feeling surface. He only adjusted slightly to the side to prevent his nose from breaking, the side of his face rubbing back and forth.
As Catwoman lifted herself off him for just a moment to drive down once again, if you were a third party standing at the side of their bed, you'd wonder just how inflated looking piece of meat could fit into such a narrow looking entrance, almost looking like a magic trick, the sleight of hand being her prick disappearing into a rigged holster inside the bed - but it was no trick -- he was experiencing all of it.
The loose fitted headboard rattled and as she picked up her pace, the squeaking went without interruption, bleeding over the cacophony of grunting from him, hot breaths from her and their shared skin to skin contact. Every inch she moved, the bed made an unbelievable racket. "AH! AH! AH!" She pounded his asshole into oblivion. It felt like a fist surging into his empty stomach, deforming it, then quickly sliding back. Catwoman's hips moved independently, trying to find the right place to stab into his guts while she bore her tits into his back, pinning him in place, the only solace he had in that moment - but as the pain and everything was beginning to be too much, and although he tried his best to hold it in, he pissed himself.
Wait.
That wasn't piss.
His erection had turned limp and gooey. "You came first!? Don't you know anything about women you little freaking virgin!?" She snarled into the side of his temple, her humps now a little beleaguered compared to her rapid fucking from just a moment ago.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry-" He whined, each of his apologies punctuated with a thrust from her cock, which only seemed to knock more cum out of his leaking penis.
Catwoman spoke to him through shut eyes, off in her own little world of dizzied pleasure. "Uuuuuunf... you should be sorry. I should lock it up and throw away the key -- but you'd love it if the only way you could cum was with my dick, wouldn't you?" There was no 'yes' on his part, he just shuddered in some sort of general agreement like a total wimp. She half snorted like a dragon. "Pathetic." Yet coming from her in that moment didn't even feel remotely like an insult.
From her shoulders, she ungirdled the rest of the restricting material like she were in a fight with it, tossing it and letting it sink then fall around her. Keeping him held down by his spine, the lower half of her catsuit was still clinging to her body, but was wound up tight between her clenching and releasing cheeks, the sweaty interior suctioning to her.
*PWUMP*
The sound of her landing more muffled as she bottomed out in him.
*FWUMPH*
He made small throaty noises. The booze was heightening his senses. He desperately grabbed for the back of her head, slipping off her goggles and then attaching to one of the rubber cat ears on her head, not to force her down, but just to have something to hold onto. "CaAaAaAaAaaAt!" His wavering voice cried out.
Her jiggly and heart shaped ass clenched tightly. "FuuUuuUUuuuuuCck..." Catwoman was never the type of gal to casually throw out four letter cuss words, but his ass was too good for her to ignore as she speared into him as deeply as she could.
Flooding.
Flooding hotness that made it feel like her cock had engorged two sizes inside him.
He wanted her out.
He would do anything to not feel that expanding discomfort, but then a sensation of soothing followed as he was filled up more and more by her seed, the irritated parts being drowned in spurt after spurt.
Her defeated body stirred him up as she rocked back and forth, her big ass contracting and then releasing, her heavy breasts squeezed into his back as his whimpers trailed off into deep inhales and exhales of enjoyment that were clouded in tears. Even with her still fully lodged within his cavity, a great sense of relief hit his feature, the corner of his lip raising, as he no longer felt the same pressure as before as she came to a full stop; though she stayed big, even just that slight bit of shrinkage helped remove that white spot in his brain. There was a slow and creeping flushing of her cum as she began to leak through her meat stopper whenever he gaped for freedom around her thickness.
He might have been drunk, but he still recognized this was something to discuss. He wanted to ask her something like 'You wanna talk about what we just did?' or 'What was that about?' He turned to her.
She was already asleep.
And then so was he.
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"It's done." He demonstrated with a simple click, the monitor of the Wayne security device gave glowing green access. Her eyes lit up in a way that made him feel proud of his handiwork, but that flame of appreciation was quickly extinguished as she snatched it without a thank you.
As she turned to leave, it was almost too late before he finally worked up the nerve to say something from his heart, as he yelled out with his hand raised. "Wait!" She did, to his surprise. "I've seen some of the diamonds you have in here. The art pieces. Let alone the stuff I haven't seen. The million dollar question is, with all this money you have... why keep doing it?" It was a genuine question, but still, underneath that, was the more selfish part of him that... just wanted her to stay, and never leave his side.
"Same reason you do." She snapped back.
"For the..." His lip curled before he continued. He knew exactly what she meant. His movements reflected that, as if carefully stepping through a field of glass. He felt so small, with her perched above in the window, before her eyes fell down towards him. He almost gulped, before his hands moved together towards her. She wasn't sure what he had planned. "Be careful... it's cold out, you know?" He had noticed the snow falling while working. A weak, desperate seeming smile came across his features.
"Just letting you know, I've counted everything. Twice. There better not be a single thing missing when I get back." She was usually so lighthearted. What changed? Did she really not trust him?
"You're an analog thief. I'm a digital one. I'd be more worried about you stealing from yourself." She didn't laugh or even acknowledge it with an eyeroll.
He raised his hand to wave, but to his disappointment, she didn't notice or care to. Maybe she just didn't see him and he should call out to her before she's really gone. He was stop and go with himself, as he wanted to say goodbye to her, but felt awkward about just yelling it out to her. Especially somewhere so dangerous. The chill of the outside world reflected in and he swore at himself and rushed to the window sill. His eyes searched and searched, but, she was gone.
He only begged for her return.
Shutting the open window, he crept back to the couch with a somberness he hadn't felt since... he didn't know. Maybe when he first arrived? No. That was different. That was fear. It was a feeling that stirred inside that he couldn't comprehend. Wrapping himself up in the knitted blanket, he was planning to stay up and wait for her.
That didn't last long.
His resting mind was pulled awake. He swore he had just closed his eyes just for a second to give them some rest, but he was feeling the effects of that grogginess. His mouth was dry, the world was a blur and he was trying to get up in a flash, and that damn blanket was entangling him like a vine. A vague memory of something similar came to him but he disregarded it.
What was he reacting to in the first place again?
The front door crumbled down, bits of metal scattering and two burly figures came in. They were the same size and shape, but they wore disagreeing outfits, one to his left underneath the light of the porch, was a man in a rubber mask, one side of it looked completely crisped, like he had survived a fire. Yet the split in the straight jacket suit was just coloured black. It was a manufactured burn. The one more familiar, to his right, with the teased out green hair and white face paint reminded him of his first encounter here.
Except this time he didn't have a very important ingredient to this mix.
Without a second thought, like so much the clown he was, he bopped Rat on the nose.
There was a loud pinging coming from his ears, raising his head up, his perspective was all wrong. Wasn't he just standing?
They had been speaking but it was all muffled. Eventually bits and pieces broke through.
"Normally workin' with yous is against the rules, but hey, no skin off me if the boss doesn't find out."
"Joker doesn't know a thing about this operation, but queen bitch isn't exactly better. She wants this kid bad for some reason."
There was a taste of rust on his lips that kept building. That apparently was his own blood. Others had stepped in, digging and raiding the place.
"We wouldn't have ever found this punk if not for you guys."
"And if not for your munitions, we wouldn't have ever gotten into this place. Nice doin' business witchya." As he said that, some of them had started planting what looked to be bits of beeping squares all over Catwoman's apartment. He had to stop this... he had to...
He needed to rest his eyelids again.
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