Oh my head.” Robin whispered as he
stirred awake.
It took a few moments for him to fully regain
consciousness. His last memory was of chasing
someone across the Gotham rooftops, now he was
in someone’s apartment.
“I’ve been captured!” He screamed in his
mind as he suddenly realized he was under restraints.
Taking a deep breath, he willed himself to
think calmly, just as Batman as taught him. Take
stock of the situation, then form a plan of action.
The room was in semi-darkness, illuminated
only by the moonlight filtering through the skylight.
Bright blue eyes surveyed the loft. Not much to see.
A studio apartment, very nondescriptive. Could be
anywhere in Gotham City – or for that matter any
city. A small bed, three dressers, small kitchenette.
Then he noticed a two suitcases in the corner.
Someone was either just moving in or ready to move
out.
Next he again tried his bonds. No good,
they were strong leather straps. He was strapped to
some sort of homemade wooden table, attached to
some sort of wheel and pulley system that allowed
the bed to be raised and lowered. He could be
turned straight up to a standing position or laid flat.
Currently he was locked into an forty five degree
angle. If anything, it reminded him of something out
of those old Frankenstein movies.
“Ok, I’m not strong enough to break out of
this.” He said to himself. “So lets consider rescue
options.”
Across the room he could see his bright
yellow cape and green gloves draped across a chair.
He couldn’t see his utility belt anywhere.
“Figures, that’d be the first thing they took.”
Robin said to himself. “The homing transmitter
would make rescue all to easy.”
Then the sixteen year old adventurer made
another futile attempt to loosen his bonds. In his
mind he reviewed the events leading up to his
predicament.
He’d been on the way back from making a
personal appearance at the new Gotham Boy’s Club
over in West Douglaston when he spotted a dark
figure exiting a tenth floor window of the Diamond
Exchange. He’d tried Batman on his cycle’s radio
but got only static. It would be impossible to follow
the figure on the streets, so he bat-roped to the roof
and took off after the thief.
Despite his years of circus acrobatic training,
continued and improved on by the Batman, Robin
was unable to do more than keep the dark figure in
sign. Whoever they were – they were good. After
about ten minutes he was about to give up, he’d lost
the burglar somewhere near the waterfront. Flipping
on his portable radio, he was about to check in when
he caught a sudden movement off to his right.
The green and red clad boy whirled around
and quickly took off across the roof. He was only a
few seconds behind his adversary when he suddenly
felt himself falling. Robin had only a split second to
realize that the rotting roof of this long abandoned
building had given way beneath him. Then he was
engulfed in darkness.
“Well Dickie boy, you really did it this time.”
the Boy Wonder said. “When Batman catches up to
you he’s really going to read you the riot act about
taking off on your own.”
He really didn’t want to consider the
possibility that Batman wouldn’t catch up to him.
Or that his captor might have planned a fatal
conclusion to the nights adventure.
Who was his captor? That was a good
question. Was it the shadowy thief he’d chased
across the rooftops? Or was it someone who’d just
stumbled upon his unconscious body in that empty
warehouse.
One good thing in his favor, aside from a low
grade headache and a few minor bruises, he didn’t
seem to be hurt. Another thing in his favor was that
he was still wearing his mask, meaning that whoever
had brought him here didn’t know his Dick Grayson
identity. Not that he was famous or anything, but
he’d been photographed with Bruce enough times
for someone to have seen a picture. If Bruce
Wayne’s ward was moonlighting as Robin, could
there be any question about who was Batman.
Far off in the distance, Dick heard a clock
chiming two. He’d been unconscious for almost
three hours. Batman had to be out looking for him
by now. But looking where?
For the next twenty minutes that thought
dominated his thinking. Without that utility belt, it
was going to be pure chance that he was found.
Could his captor have already left, abandoning him
here. It that was the case, he might never be found.
That morbid concept was suddenly
interrupted by the sound of padded footsteps on the
roof. Followed by the appearance of a dark form at
the edge of the skylight.
“Batman?” Robin whispered under his
breath.
Half of the old style skylight opened and the
shadowy figure dropped into the room. With a
catlike grace the silhouette landed on the hard wood
floor. Still covered in shadows, it moved across the
room to a light switch next to the door.
“I can tell you’re awake,” Said a soft
melodious voice as she hit the light switch, flooding
the room with light. “No sense is trying to hide it.”
Illuminated by the twin rows of track lighting
that covered the opposite walls, She stood revealed.
Clad in a skintight dark purple jumpsuit, she wore a
tight fitting cowl with small cat ears. Although she
had never been photographed, Robin had no doubt
as to her identity.
“You’re the Catwoman!” He said in an
excited voice.
“Well that’s pretty obvious…” She
responded as she walked across the room. “Any
other revelations?”
As she stood on front of him, Robin couldn’t
help but be impressed by her purple clad body. He’d
always thought Batgirl had a hard body, but next to
the Catwoman she might as well been a boy.
“I must’ve been out of my mind bringing you
up here.” She said as she tossed a small carry bag
onto the bed. “If I was the hardened criminal they
keep writing about in the papers I’d have left you
back in that warehouse. The way some of those rags
write about me I should’ve slit your throat, just to
keep in practice.”
A slight shiver ran through Robin at that
suggestion. Then he told himself that if she wanted
him dead, she already had ample opportunity.
“Why did you bring me up here?” Robin
asked.
“I was impressed by the way you tried to
keep up with me back there at the Diamond
Exchange.” She began. “No ones ever even spotted
me on a job, and here you were on my heels for over
a mile. When I saw you fall through that roof, I
doubled back to see how badly you were hurt.”
“To be honest, I only spotted you at the
Exchange by accident.” Robin interrupted, figuring
better to keep on her good side. “And I was about
to give up when you bolted out of that last
cubby-hole.”
“Well that makes me feel a little better,” She
said as she smiled. “I take great pride in my
abilities.”
She paused as she pulled off her cowl,
revealing short black hair. She looked to be about
27, with features more cute than beautiful. Running
her fingers across her head, she combed it into an
almost boyish style.
“Were was I? Oh yes, I doubled back to see
how badly you were hurt. At first glance, your
injuries looked a lot worse than they really were.
You landed in a pile of garbage bags, they broke
your fall. Nothing was broken, I’ve had paramedic
training. At first I figured I’d just call an ambulance
and get out of there while the getting was good.
Then I spotted a group of waterfront dregs already
watching from the broken windows. If I left you
there, you might not be alive when the boys in white
showed up.”
“Thank you, I’m grateful.” Robin said
emotionally. “I really mean that.”
“I believe you do” Catwoman replied. “I’ve
never killed anyone, never wanted to be the cause of
anyone else’s death. Unlike most of those costume
clowns running around this city, I’m only in this for
the money. Let them play their power trip games
while they try and outfox the Police and Batman.
I’m content with having never been seen, only
glimpsed.”
“Until now….” Robin said, suddenly feeling
a little insecure.
“Until now…..” Catwoman repeated.
A long silence hung in the air until the
Catwoman finally spoke again.
“I guess I have to make sure that you can’t
tell anyone about the Catwoman.” She said.
Robin’s face went pale with her words and he
felt his body grow suddenly cold.
“Since I already passed on my chance to do
away with you…..” Catwoman said. “I guess I’ll
have to kill the Catwoman instead.”
“What?” Robin asked, certain he had heard
wrong.
“Kill the Catwoman.” She repeated. “If she
doesn’t exist, then your description doesn’t matter
does it?”
Robin let out a sigh of relief.
“I’ve been planning to retire the tights after a
few more jobs,” Catwoman continued. “I guess I
should take this as a sign that its time. No sense
tempting fate. After all, I already have enough
money. All safe and sound in the best banks.”
“Catwoman…I…..” Robin began.
He was cut off as she placed am outstretched
index finger against his lips, signifying silence.
“I told you, from this moment on, there is no
Catwoman.” She said softly. “My name is Selina.”
“Selina……” He corrected himself. “I was
wondering….”
“You’re wondering what I’m planning to do
with you?”
“Yes.”
“Well, seeing as you don’t need immediate
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx attention.” Selina said. “I figure I’ll just leave
you where you are and call the police with your
location when I leave here in the morning. Its not as
if you’re going anywhere before then.” She added as
she ran her gloved hand against the edge of Robin’s
table.
“I see your point.” Robin replied.
“Interesting little toy, isn’t it?” Selina noted
as she adjusted the strap across Robin’s chest. “The
woman I subleased this loft from was heavily into
Bondage and Discipline. When she went to Europe
for the summer, she put most of her toys into
storage, but she had to leave this one behind.
Haven’t had any use for it until now.”
“Lucky me.” Robin answered.
With Selina only a foot away from him,
Dick found himself becoming increasingly aware of
her as a woman. The soft natural redness of her lips.
The bright green of her eyes. The enticing curve of
her breasts. In his mind he was having difficulty
concentrating on being Robin. He felt himself
slipping back into Dick Grayson, with a 16 yr old’s
hormones. He was relieved when Selina turned and
started to walk away from him. Watching her as she
moved, the Boy Wonder couldn’t help but note – she
had a beautiful ass.
“Oh by the way,” The black haired woman
said as she stopped and turned. “If you’ve been
looking for your utility belt, its not here. I found the
micro-transmitter and the homing device in it when I
carried you up here. I turned it on and dumped it
across town on the Oakridge section. Wouldn’t
want Batman showing up unexpectedly would we?”
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