Bat, Cat, Bewitched

I do not own Batman or DC Comics.

All characters are 18+.

- - -

Out at the docks, in the middle of this cold, cloudy night, there were men who were up to no good.

They moved like ants, worker drones moving back and forth, carrying crates from the moored boats to the innards of a shabby warehouse - if it could be called that. Years of disrepair had left it a rusted, grimy husk. Abandoned, forgotten... the perfect place for deals and transactions of the shady sort.

To man, the workers were tall, rough-faced, and thick with strength. Some were bald, some were bearded, some were tattooed, and some were all three. Each of them answered to Oswald Cobblepot.

They were the Penguin's boys. Hired thugs to replace his lost manpower. And the Bat had been watching them for over an hour.

The Batman stood high on a tower ledge, upon a concrete skyscraper that overlooked the riverside docks. His only companions were stone gargoyles - stalwart guardians. His brethren. Tonight, they would bear witness to yet another battle in the Bat's righteous crusade.

Bruce remained still - as still as the stone statues flanking him - peering through his binoculars. The evening breeze had caught his cape, making it flutter and flap. He didn't bother to hide. He didn't need to. The men down below continued their illicit work, not suspecting a thing.

They wouldn't see him until it was too late.

In that dockside warehouse, those crates began to stack and stack. Dozens of them by now, all carrying contraband - in this case, guns. Assault rifles, submachine guns, all military grade.

Cobblepot was looking to expand.

That ambitious dream would be halted tonight. The GCPD would arrive in force - though not for another twenty or so minutes, when the Bat's anonymous, automated tip would go out.

Before that, those men would receive a warning. One they wouldn't soon forget.

Gotham belonged to the Bat. And bringing unmarked weapons into his city was a very bad move.

Bruce clicked his binoculars shut and put them away. Then... he leaped.

His cape caught the wind again, snapping wide into dark, gliding wings. And the Batman swept down, down, down...

- - -

Cobblepot's hired muscle didn't last very long. Bruce almost felt disappointed.

In his years of donning the cape and cowl, the quality of henchmen had dropped considerably. On the other hand, it was the supervillains themselves that had grown more dangerous - and gaudier, to boot.

The Penguin would no doubt be furious. He would lash out in some way, equal parts petulant and vicious, just as he always did. But that would be a fight for another night. For now... the Batman was unleashing his aggression.

Two broken jaws. A dislocated shoulder. Some bruised ribs. Many black eyes and bloodied noses. One concussion. They would all live. But none would forget.

By now, he'd whittled the dozen or so meatheads down to but two. One wielded a crowbar. The other, a pistol - and he was out of ammo.

The first swung his metal rod at the Bat's head and missed. Bruce caught him by the flap of his leather jacket and drove his knee into the man's gut. The thug wheezed, gagged, and dropped into a heap on the ground.

The second man stared, clutching his empty pistol. He looked from the Bat to his buddy curled up on the floor then back to the Bat again. A second passed. Then he threw his gun at Bruce - missing by some five feet - and bolted.

Under his cowl, Bruce almost rolled his eyes. He advanced after the fleeing criminal, drawing a batarang from his belt. He cocked his arm back, ready to throw... but he needn't have bothered.

The henchman had barely made it to the warehouse's large open doors before the soles of two booted feet collided with his face. He reeled, barely clinging to consciousness, before he too fell to the ground.

Lights out.

Above him, Bruce observed a much more appealing sight. A familiar figure, dark and lithe and graceful, swung upwards into the air and flipped before landing before him with effortless style.

The figure stood, elegant, appealing, and lovely.

It was she who the Batman would never tire of chasing.

The Catwoman. Selina Kyle.

The woman garbed in sensual, skintight black stepped over the man she had felled, sparring him but a fleeting, half-hearted glance.

"You missed one." She said to Bruce, striding towards him.

Bruce gave a faint snort. He snapped his batarang shut and set it back onto his belt.

"I had him in my sights." He replied coolly, approaching the new arrival. Together they closed the distance. Soon she was right before him, her green eyes and her smile both shining with allure and familiar mischief.

"You should have been faster then." Selina shot back. She lifted one hand and began drawing a single metal claw across Bruce's broad, armored chest.

Bruce let her. He always let her.

For a moment, that was all she did, humming softly as she traced the black bat emblazoned upon his suit. She drew even closer as she did, just about pressing her slender form up against him. Even through the pads and plating, her curves teased at him, begging for attention, for touch. But Bruce didn't draw his hands up. Not yet.

"Quite a mess you've made here. And I'm sure the police are on their way." Selina continued. The dim light of the warehouse caught on the material of her suit, making it seem like her whole body was glistening.

"Your point?"

"My point is, your business is done here. Which leaves the rest of this evening enticingly free."

Bruce allowed the faintest of smiles. None of the thugs he'd dispatched were in any position to witness it, so he saw no harm.

"What did you have in mind?" He asked.

Selina pursed her lips, plump and painted a deep, inviting red. She began to circle him, moving slowly around his flank, like a panther. She continued to drag her claws over him, gently grazing over his chest, his shoulder, his back.

"You've done the city a great service, taking these meatheads off the streets. Gotham's big, brave hero deserves to celebrate, I think."

"Celebrate, huh?"

"Why not? I'm bored." Selina had circled back to his front, looking up into his eyes. Her emerald pools glittered with unmasked want. And Catwoman, Bruce had learned, always got what she wanted.

"A private party. One-on-one." She purred. Then she drew back a step, letting Bruce see her fully again. Like an offering. Her suit clung to her like a lover. Damn near every inch of her was clad in glossy black, every curve, every swell, poured out like dark honey. She smirked. "You've got anything better to do?"

It was a challenge as much as an offer. As he began to consider it, sirens grew louder in the distance. The GCPD were on their way.

Bruce grinned, undaunted. He hadn't broken a sweat with these sorry thugs. And now, he had no reason to stay.

Catwoman would learn soon enough - he had more than enough vigor left for her.

- - -

It was a quick drive back to the batcave - or as quick as it could be with Selina sitting in his lap. She wiggled the whole way, teasing him with her firm, supple rear. He'd endured it, knowing that very soon she'd be enduring him.

From the cave, it was up to Wayne Manor. More specifically, the showers.

"Pads." Selina muttered as she helped undress him. "Too many fucking pads."

Then it was her turn. She tugged the zipper down, all the way down to reveal her pale breasts, her tummy, her mons. She slipped the material off her shoulders and pushed it down her full thighs, down her long legs. She stepped out of her suit, bare and willing.

"See how easy that was?" She teased him. Bruce only grinned in turn.

The spray was steaming by then. She pushed him in first and followed after, kissing at his muscled back.

They'd tried sex right out of the suits before and Selina had never complained about the scent, but tonight she wanted them both fresh. Shower sex - they'd tried that, too - was similarly off the table. But that didn't stop Selina from copping a feel. Or ten.

As long as his guest was taking liberties with his body, Bruce only thought it was fair to take some of his own. He grabbed at her behind, taking handfuls of that splendid ass. It felt even more splendid filling his palms.

Warm water poured over them both, soothing and refreshing, washing those unwanted aches away. The only thing left was the two of them... and the burning need they both felt.

There was little space left between them, locked at the lips as they were. Bruce and Selina held each other close, feeling, tasting, devouring. Her arms coiled around his neck and his hands settled at the small of her back. Her breasts pressed up against his muscled chest. His cock, hard and swollen, prodded at her inner thighs.

It was sweetness amidst the steam. But it was only a taste of what was to come.

- - -

From the spray and the heavy mist, man and woman emerged replenished and randy. Selina wanted to waste no time, so Bruce let her dry them both. She groped at him as much as she toweled him, giggling nefariously as she guided him towards the master bedroom - she knew the way, after all.

Bruce had sent Alfred off the moment they returned. The others, Dick, Barbara, Tim, Damian, were also elsewhere, over in their own corner of Gotham.

The lovers had the manor all to themselves. And that meant they could be as loud as they pleased.

Selina took him in hand as she ushered him back towards the bed. Her touch was soft, warm, but also needy. Slender fingers pumped feverishly along the length of his manhood. Each stroke was more satisfying than the last, stoking that heat in his gut, in his balls. Bruce let out a grunt, his cock aching, twitching in Selina's hand.

"How the hell do you hide this thing?" Selina breathed between frantic kisses. She let out a huff, reaching down to take him in both hands. Bruce groaned, deep and rumbling, leaning against the wooden bedframe. He watched her pale hands work upon his shaft, up and down, up and down. Faster now, pumping him to an even fuller hardness.

"I use a cup." Bruce answered plainly - as plainly as he could, given the circumstances. His voice was strained with need and pleasure.

Selina smirked. Her eyes burned even brighter now. Green fire, a blaze of passion. She gave him a few more strokes before kneeling, putting her face level with that thick, swollen rod. She held it up gingerly with both hands, cooing softly.

"Poor baby, cooped up all night." She shucked back the foreskin, letting the fat cockhead sprout free. Already the tip was glistening with precum. She held it inches from her face, looking upon Bruce's manhood with shameless adoration. "A cock like this deserves so much better."

Selina's voice was smooth, sweet as music. But her lips were even sweeter.

She gave the cockhead a gentle kiss, right atop the crown. Then her tongue flicked out, licking the very tip. She let out a little moan as her tastebuds caught the precum. She drew her tongue back in, swallowing, and moaned.

In his youth, Bruce might have come undone right then. But he was much more since coming into his manhood.

Even so, he groaned again. This time it was deeper, more guttural. A beastly nature reared its head then, thrashing deep in his soul. It was a fascinating thing, Bruce believed, what a woman could do to a man. To drive him to such exquisite madness.

Selina kissed him again, pressing those lovely red lips to the swollen head of his cock. Then another kiss followed, right on the side of his shaft. Then another. Soft like flower petals, warm like embers.

Then she dragged her tongue down his length, moaning sweetly the whole way to his balls.

"Ah... Christ..." Bruce cursed, gripping the bed frame now. He minded his strength, however. The bed frame had belonged to the Wayne family since before even his father was born.

Selina never broke eye contact, not even as her pretty nose pressed into his groin. Even after a shower, there was no doubt she could catch his scent down there. Selina inhaled and sighed, very pleased. Bruce even caught a faint shiver about her shoulders. Then, she pressed her lips to his balls.

Her lips were soft pillows, caressing him. Then came her tongue, bathing him. His stones ached, clenching in the face of her affection. He could feel them both roiling, churning with seed.

Bruce imagined spilling right then and there, spraying Selina's lovely face, spraying over her waiting tongue. The sweetness of release was all too alluring. But the Batman had taken Catwoman's challenge, and he didn't take it on a whim.

He'd invited her back for a celebration, hadn't he? Bruce Wayne was nothing if not a generous host.

As Selina sucked upon his balls, Bruce reached down and ran his fingers through her short, dark hair. Selina moaned at his touch, her eyes shining happily as he pet her. Thick fingers, calloused but warm, roaming through her locks, over her scalp. Strong, but gentle. But she didn't cease her sucking. Not until he gave her a soft push.

Selina slurped away from his full, hanging nuts, leaving them smeared and glistening with her saliva. Still, they ached deliciously. Bruce felt his body demand more, more of her lips, more of her tongue. Even Selina felt the same. She let out a whine, resting her cheek against one of Bruce's firm thighs. He kept stroking her hair and her eyes met his, eager and expectant.

His cock twitched, just about poking her upon the lips. Selina drew back, amused. When she went to take him in her mouth, he stopped her.

"Good Cat." Bruce praised. Then he commanded. "But it's my turn now. Get your pretty ass on the bed."

Selina knew his meaning. And those red, lovely lips spread into a brilliant, wicked smile.

The Cat obeyed. And the Bat followed close behind, intent on drawing out this celebration as long as he could.

- - -

Selina was driven by a need. A need for touch. A need to be fucked.

Carnal craving writhed deep in her belly, twisting and turning through that thick, gooey warmth. She was giggling as she crawled forth onto the bed. Every nerve was a livewire, every inch of bare skin buzzing with lurid want as she imagined hands that had yet to touch her.

She could hear Bruce approaching. Even without his boots, his footfalls were heavy thumps against the floor. A testament to his size.

Size. Weight. Heft. The words rang pleasantly through Selina's head. Her man, her lover, possessed all three.

Selina cast a look over her shoulder just in time to see Bruce climb onto the bed after her. It creaked under his presence - and God, did he have presence. Her eyes drifted down to his groin, seeing that thickened rod sway from even the slightest of movements. His length extended proudly outwards, hanging slightly under its own weight - same as his balls. Full, fuzzy things that she knew were boiling with a heavy helping of seed. She could still taste him on her tongue, his flavor lingering from the earlier worship given by her mouth.

The turning and twisting of Selina's insides had grown wild. Heat and need thrummed through her body, tingling just beneath the skin. Her belly was molten and blazing.

Breathing deeply, nearly shivering, Selina shook her behind. A little show of teasing, wiggling her perfect, tight ass in Bruce's face. He continued to close in, walking on his knees. The man made a sound, a low grunt of appreciation.

Selina felt two things next. First was the slap of Bruce's palm upon the swell of her buttocks. The sting pierced deep through the soft flesh and Selina hissed, her fingers curling tight through the sheets. Next was the feeling of something warm and hard brushing against the inner curves of her ass. She let out a tiny whimper - mostly for show, but partly from eager delight. Behind her, Bruce let out a groan as he slowly pushed his manhood against her pretty backside. Selina smiled, wiggling her aching rear against the man's rock-hard cock.

"Mmm... been too long..."

She heard Bruce give a short, dry chuckle. Another spank landed on her ass, only somewhat softer this time. Selina's breath caught in her throat. She cursed under her breath, but the heat in her belly only burned even more fiercely.

"We could do this more often if you went straight." That wonderful, deep voice rumbled - but there was the slightest hint of humor.

Selina hummed, pretending to consider Bruce's words. She pressed her ass back into his cock, grinding gently against him - goading him on, hoping to feel his palm slap against her poor buttocks again.

"But where's the fun in that?" Her words dripped with mock innocence.

Bruce didn't answer. But Selina knew he was smiling. Just as she craved, she felt the sting of his palm again. The cat thief shivered, sucking in a deep breath as her pussy clenched. His hand lingered this time, fingers pressing softly, possessively into the pliant flesh of her derriere. He swept his palm slowly over those lush swells, taking liberty with what he knew was his. Selina's belly was frothing hot, a boiling pot that threatened to spill over.

The Catwoman could never be tamed... except for those times when she wanted to be.

Both of his hands were upon her now. The one still groping her ass... and the other at the back of her neck, forcing her face down into the bed. Selina let out a little moan, squirming some against Bruce's firm hold.

"So rough... bet you'd love to teach me a lesson..." Selina spoke low and throaty.

"Not that it'd ever stick." Bruce was blunt as his cock slid against the crack of her buttocks - she could feel the heat coming off his shaft. She could feel the damn thing throbbing.

A soft whine came pouring from Selina's lips. She wiggled her bottom again, pressing back into her lover's groin, pushing his cock back up towards his waist. Bruce kept his hand on the back of her neck, his strength unwavering. It made her pussy ache.

"That's because I'm a very bad kitty." Selina said, feeling her slick folds grow ever more sodden. She turned her head so that her cheek pressed into the cushions, managing to throw a naughty smile back at Bruce. "But who knows? Maybe this time, if you teach me hard enough..."

Bruce's face was hard and set. The faint light of the master bedroom cast his stark features in shadow. He resembled a statue, towering and solid... save for the small grin that formed upon his lips. Stalwart guardian he may have been, but it was clear he liked what Catwoman was offering. He liked it very, very much.

His hand moved from her neck, joining the other in fondling her ass. His thick, rough fingers played upon the soft, yearning flesh. He groped her. Then he spread her. Selina whimpered as those thick fingers of his sought out her womanhood, exploring with intimate familiarity. Selina's breathing became heavy as little touches brought surging waves of delicious feeling.

"Soaking wet already." He noted, taunting.

His fingers stroked slowly at first, then faster, rougher, then slowly again. Teasing her and tormenting her to the point of madness. Soon she was whining, bucking back into those thick fucking fingers. She wanted more. More touching. More than just his fingers.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" Selina demanded, sneering back over her shoulder.

"I don't reward very bad kitties." Bruce explained matter-of-factly - infuriatingly so. "Beg for it."

From any other man, Selina would have found this intolerable. But his hands, his touch, remained strong, unwavering. His twitching cock batted slightly against her bare buttocks - she could feel the warm shaft, feel his length and girth and even those fat, bulging veins. Bruce Wayne was a fortunate man to be so greatly blessed.

The things I do for cock...

This was her weakness. Not gold or jewels or cold, hard cash. Nor even the pleasure of robbing wealthy snobs blind. It was this. Stereotypes be damned. She craved it. The strong man with an unwavering conviction and a cock to match. The sort of man who could put her in her place and make her like it. The man who could hold her down, pin her to the bed, and make her scream.

"Fucker..." Selina cursed him under her breath. She sucked in a ragged breath as she felt his length slide against the mound of her pussy. Inches and inches of thick meat, teasing at her folds. "Please. Please teach me a lesson. Turn me into a good girl."

Bruce said nothing. Selina let out another whine as his hands felt up her ass again. He slid his cock against her weeping cunt a couple more times, drawing it out. Each agonizing stroke ripped trembling moans from her throat. Selina was damn near clawing at the sheets by then, exercising great restraint by not cursing out the son of a bitch. She was a good kitty. She had to be a good kitty. It was the only way she'd get fucked the way she wanted.

It came suddenly and without warning. That magnificent surge of sensation. Bruce took her by the hip and sank his cock into her sex. Skewered her in a single, solid thrust. By the time Selina even knew what had happened, he was many inches deep in her soaking cunt - and adding more by the second.

Selina suddenly felt a soreness in her throat. It wasn't until Bruce was balls-deep that the cat thief realized she'd been screaming.

- - -

At the same time, on the other side of Gotham, a show was winding down.

The Monarch Theater was packed full of smiling faces. Zatanna couldn't help but feel a bit proud. Not just by her talent at entertainment, but also because her show had drawn such a large crowd.

Who said magic shows were dead?

The raven-haired magician stood at the forefront of the stage, drinking in the applause. Rows and rows of thoroughly entertained Gothamites - the men especially, no doubt.

A cheering crowd, though... that always lifted her spirits.

"Thank you for coming out tonight, Gotham! There's no city that loves magic like you! And there's no city I love more than Gotham!"

That earned her another surge of cheers. Zatanna beamed with pride, giving a bow. There was a weightless feeling in her chest, a fluttering. It was the perfect time to close things out.

Time to end on a high note.

"Nruter ot gnisserd moor!" Zatanna spoke. And so it was.

In a flash of light and smoke, Zatanna was sitting back in her dressing room. Still she could hear the faint rumble of applause through the walls.

Another successful show. The fluttering feeling within her had only grown stronger. Her nerves were up with verve, with vitality. It was a high she couldn't let go to waste.

She began to pace through the dressing room, back and forth, weighing her options. On occasion, she'd glance towards the large vanity mirror. Even under the fluorescent lights, the soft waves of her raven hair shimmered brilliantly. Like magic, she noted with a smirk. Her lips were painted a deep, sensual red. Her eyeliner was black, the eye shadow dark purple, both bringing out the vibrant blue of her eyes. Below the neck, she was just as alluring.

She decided to go just a little daring with her outfit tonight, with a bottoms that cut just a little higher on her hips, leaving more of her thighs to be covered only by her fishnets. The blouse and showgirl bodice were a little more snug than normal as well, hugging her torso just a bit more tightly.

Zatanna knew she looked good. She liked looking good. If nothing else, it endeared audiences to her much quicker than if she decided to perform as Plain Jane. But at least part of the appeal for her was the attention. The magic was fun, certainly... but these people came to see her. They came for Zatanna.

It was nice to be wanted. To be desired.

Maybe that was why Zatanna had been feeling restless as of late. It'd been a year since her last relationship and some months since her last fling. A woman like herself, so spirited and charming, spending so long without intimate company? It just wasn't right.

"Could go to a club..." She said aloud, still pacing. "Might find a cute guy..."

It was an attractive prospect, ending the evening with a bang. But Zatanna shook her head. Clubs were fun... until they weren't. She'd have just as much chance at running into a sleaze as she did a stud.

But... on the topic of studs...

Zatanna tapped a finger to her lips, latching onto a very tantalizing idea.

An old friend of hers, one she hadn't seen in a while... Zatanna knew for a fact he almost never left town. The guy spent all of his time fighting for justice, cleaning up the streets. But there had been sparks - lots of sparks - the last time they'd met up. Maybe, just maybe, those sparks would fly again. Maybe she could help him relax - and they'd both get an evening of fun out of it.

Zatanna smirked at the thought. As rigid as he was, Bruce would never turn her away. Men like him needed a little magic in their lives anyway.

The young witch glanced at the vanity mirror again. Her showtime garb was a little sexy, sure. But a few alterations wouldn't hurt.

"A wen elyts!" She commanded. And thus it was so.

She looked her reflection over. The most obvious change was the hair. Her wavy locks had straightened out and she had some cute bangs to boot. Her top was quite different, her white blouse replaced with a strapless, lace-up corset that offered up much more cleavage. Her modest bosom was pushed up nice and snug and oh so eye-catching. No doubt the World's Greatest Detective would notice that first. Her bottoms were similarly changed - the black satin bottoms and fishnets that hugged her long, toned legs replaced with a pair of tight, black pants. And, of course, there were her heels - longer now, just to give a little something extra to her strut.

She looked killer. Bruce would be very, very happy to see her.

"I might even get him to smile this time... Ot Enyaw Ronam!"

Another flash of light and smoke. In an instant, Zatanna was on the other side of Gotham. She was outside now, the cool night air nipping at the bare skin offered up by her new outfit. The full moon shone in brilliant white, surrounded by glittering stars.

It was a good night to get laid.

Zatanna still felt that fluttering about her insides. It was giddiness and spirit and nerves. She could already imagine the look on Bruce's face when he answered the door.

If he's even home...

Before her was Wayne Manor. A behemoth of Gothic architecture rising from the musty earth. Three stories of brick, stone, and painted glass. For Zatanna, it had stopped being spooky years ago. The solemn air, however, never went away.

Zatanna aimed to make these grounds a bit more lively. At least for tonight.

Fallen leaves crunched under her heeled boots as she approached the massive, oaken front door. She took the heavy iron ring and knocked. She waited. And waited.

No answer came. No Alfred. No Bruce. Not even one of the Robins.

Zatanna pursed her lips.

Curious.

Just to be safe, she knocked again. She waited. And waited. And waited.

Still no answer.

The young witch frowned. She stepped back, cursing under her breath as she stared up at the big, silent mansion.

"Damn. Must be busy tonight."

Zatanna opened her mouth to utter another spell. But just as she began to speak the magic words...

A scream. A woman's scream. It was faint, but it cut clear through the crisp, evening air. It wasn't a scream of pain or panic or horror. This was born from something else entirely. It was a different sort of cry. And to Zatanna, quite familiar.

The disappointment she felt was gone - replaced instantly with keen interest.

She again looked at the windows high on the upper floors. One of them was open. How had she not noticed?

"Oh." Zatanna said aloud. Another cry came, longer this time. Then a shriek. That one almost made Zatanna jump, so stunning in its sheer passion. Zatanna continued to listen and her interest grew in turn. A smile spread across her face. "Guess I'm not the only visitor tonight. Naughty, naughty, Bruce."

She had a naughty idea herself, right then. Even naughtier than the prospect of making Bruce's night.

"Etativel!"

The witch floated up and up and up. Weightless, just like she felt on the inside. That wicked excitement continued to brew, the heat in her belly beginning to froth and bubble delightfully. She came to the open window... and peered inside.

Across the threshold was Wayne Manor's master bedroom. Zatanna saw Bruce. She saw all of Bruce. And all of his guest, as well.

A woman stripped naked, lithe and fit and alluring in the way women were. The sensual lines of her toned back were glistening with sweat. Her taut, pale ass was reddened but still succulent in the way its softness quaked and rippled under the savage thrusts of Bruce.

He was fucking her. Taking her from behind like a beast in rut. He held her down, pinning her by the back of her neck, his firm hips snapping forth. Driving that long, thick cock deep into her cunt. Again and again and again. The stamina, the endurance, the sound of her wailing...

The sight took Zatanna's breath away.

Then the woman turned her head. Zatanna recognized the face.

Selina Kyle. The Catwoman.

The witch swallowed, hovering still in the air. She didn't breathe. She didn't blink. She just watched.

Bruce swatted his palm over Selina's ass. The slap pierced even through the sound of her moaning. Even Zatanna felt a tremble - down her back and elsewhere.

Selina didn't squeal or scream that time, instead letting out a happy sigh. But then her eyes fluttered open... and her gaze locked with Zatanna's.

Oh.

Caught.

- - -

"First off, I'd like to say I'm really, really sorry. Really. I was just stopping by for a visit-"

"Do you make a habit of peeping through people's windows?" Bruce crossed his arms, staring down Zatanna as she sat guiltily upon one of the living room sofas. His face was hard, his eyes cold and scrutinizing - but it was exceedingly difficult to maintain his serious facade dressed only in sweatpants.

Selina was a little better, having thrown on a bathrobe of black silk - though it came down only to her mid-thigh, leaving most of her legs bare. He could hear his lover pacing behind him, bare feet padding against the polished wooden floor.

"Bruce, you're tense." Selina told him.

"I am?" Bruce's response was flat. He never took his eyes off of Zatanna. The raven-haired witch squirmed in her seat, occasionally meeting his gaze before flicking her eyes away.

"You are." Selina had drawn closer. Bruce could feel her hovering at his back. He felt her touch next, a small hand at his shoulder. Her voice became pointed. "Which defeats the purpose of what we were doing."

Zatanna winced.

"Are you mad?" She asked them in a quiet voice.

Selina moved around to Bruce's side, her warm hands sliding around his tense arms. He forced his eyes off of Zatanna, finding Selina wearing the faintest of smiles. Her look was teasing but in there Bruce also found silent admonishment. You're being too tough, she was telling him.

"No." Bruce finally answered. He let out a short sigh. "I'm... frustrated."

Selina snorted softly. Her fingers squeezed gently at his forearm.

"Relax. You're acting like we've never been caught in the act before." The Cat's words were colored with humor... and a playful wickedness. A normal man would have had his heart racing. Bruce felt a twitch at the corner of his mouth.

"Out in the city." He reminded the woman beside him. "Getting caught is always a risk out there. Not in the comfort of my own home."

"If it means anything..." Zatanna cut in, drawing Bruce's attention back to her. Her eyes were dancing between him and Selina, back and forth before she finally met his gaze again. She gave a shy smile. "You two put on one hell of a show."

"Thank you." Selina slapped Bruce's arm as she pulled away. "Glad somebody noticed."

Bruce found his focus split between the two women. When he wasn't scrutinizing Zatanna's intentions he was giving Selina a hard look. Weren't they supposed to be on the same side here?

"I noticed." The man defended.

"Not enough to keep going."

"We were interrupted."

Selina stood across from him now, gliding over to Zatanna's side of the living room. The cat thief had her arms crossed, mirroring Bruce. She leveled at him her emerald eyes. They were cunning, conspiring. Her lips curled into a smirk.

"Then let her make it up to us."

Years of training his mind and body had left Bruce with an unshakable focus and solid steel nerves. But even he had to blink.

Zatanna was similarly stunned - once the meaning of Selina's words registered for her, at least. The witch whirled her head towards the cat thief, eyes wide and lips parted as if to speak. No words came at first. Nothing but sounds. The poor girl's mind was racing faster than her lips.

For Bruce, the shock wore off quickly - and he realized he shouldn't have felt it to begin with. Selina had always been wild at heart. Always the daring spirit, driven by the compulsion to push boundaries and break the rules. And he always loved her for that.

Zatanna cleared her throat, still stumbling over her words. She rose from the sofa, shifting on her feet, fidgeting with her hands. Her eyes were darting from Selina to Bruce, from Bruce to Selina, back and forth, back and forth. But... Bruce noted the emotions written on her stunning, pale face. She was stunned, certainly. But nowhere near averse.

"Oh." Zatanna swallowed. She let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, wow. You're serious."

"We are." The cat thief answered.

Selina moved slowly, inch by inch closing the distance between herself and the lovely stage magician. The skirt of her robe slid over full, pale thighs, black silk sliding over bare flesh. Bruce noticed. And so did Zatanna, from the way her focus flickered down every so often. Catwoman was allure, temptation. But Selina Kyle was sex in the flesh. Her body language was teasing and playful and ravenous and inviting.

The moment Selina reached out and began playing with the laces on Zatanna's corset, Bruce knew she had her.

Selina was close now. Very close to her prey. There were only inches between the two women - if there was anything between them at all. Zatanna was rooted to the spot, a deer in the headlights as Selina touched and teased wherever she pleased.

"We don't like being interrupted." Selina said to the young, pretty witch, humming low and sweet. "And we don't give free shows. I'm sure a fellow performer could understand."

Bruce felt his cock stir. There was a heat in his gut, brewing and spreading fast. Selina, his lover of the present, and Zatanna, his lover of the past. Both so utterly gorgeous in their own ways, their bodies pressed so close together, faces inches apart. His focus was on their lips. Full, soft lips painted sinful red. So close together. So close to touching.

Then they were both looking at him.

Bruce breathed, not bothering to hide the tent pitched in his sweats. One of the girls giggled. Selina. Her green eyes shined wickedly. As for Zatanna... her eyes were bright with interest.

"Alright then." The witch agreed. She bit her lip. "What's the price of admission?"

Bruce's legs carried him forward. He tucked his fingers under the waistline and slid the sweatpants down. Zatanna's eyes widened. Selina, though, looked positively delighted.

"Selina and I need a volunteer from the crowd." Bruce answered. He kicked the sweats away as he closed in on the two women. He could feel his tool swaying with each step, hard as a rock and aching.

"I know just the woman." Selina purred. She began to unlace Zatanna's corset. And Zatanna didn't stop her.

- - -

Her clothes were done away with so quickly she wondered why she even bothered to change. There was kissing - plenty of kissing. And plenty of her getting passed between them. Both of her hosts wanted a taste, wanted to cop a feel, and they took their liberties with fervor.

Strong hands, soft hands, all over her body. Lips grazing over bare skin, nipping, nibbling, teasing.

Now she was on her back. He was above her. Inside her. Fucking her hard and steady.

"Been a while, Bruce." Zatanna managed to utter between gasps.

"Too long." Said her old flame. "Glad you stopped by."

Bruce let out a quiet grunt, sinking his cock into her sex, all the way down to the root. He held there for a moment and Zatanna shivered. He was so thick and she was so wet - her body accepted him, welcomed him, but still she ached from his sheer presence. He was long and thick, his fattened shaft spreading her pussy apart. Every little movement of his body had him grazing her insides, stoking heat and pleasure through her nerves.

He shifted his weight, his hands falling to hold her by the hips, seeking new leverage. His eyes, steely blue, remained locked with hers as he resumed his thrusting. His pace quickened but stayed steady, his hips working like a machine - his cock pumped into her soaking cunt like a piston. Zatanna gasped sharply, writhing on her back. These new faster strokes were punching the air from her lungs.

It was hurt and bliss that swirled together, Bruce's cock making her ache and whine and moan. She couldn't escape the rush of sensation - not with Selina holding her down. The other woman, her second, gracious host, had her by the arms, keeping them both pinned over her head. Keeping Zatanna open and vulnerable to Bruce's rough treatment.

Zatanna spared the cat thief a glance, not knowing whether she felt betrayed... or grateful. Selina Kyle only offered a devious smile in turn, those emerald eyes of her brimming with wicked delight.

"Not the worst way... to make up... for lost time..." Zatanna groaned out between choked breaths.

Selina let out a sound of agreement.

"Big guy's not so good with words." She said to Zatanna, dropping down so they were face to face. "He's a man of action. Lets his cock do the talking."

Bruce drove his hips down, hilting himself within Zatanna's cunt again as if to prove Selina's point. The feeling of it - inches and inches of hard cock sliding in, that swollen head hammering into her core - sent shockwaves through the witch's body. She sucked in a gasp and let it pour out as a trembling moan. Zatanna wanted to grab something, anything for support, but with her arms pinned all she could do was wrap her legs around Bruce's waist. She held tight as he started to move again, working his body against her and into her.

"I've never got any complaints." Bruce boasted, keeping an even, if strained tone.

Selina laughed.

"Of course not. With a cock like yours..."

Bruce's thrusts came quicker, harder. He clenched his jaw and Zatanna saw the muscles of his body tighten with effort. More moans came spilling from Zatanna's lips. But they were quickly silenced. Selina dipped down for a taste, capturing Zatanna's lips in a deep kiss. Next she felt the woman's tongue slither into her mouth, dancing, dueling, dominating. All Zatanna could do was accept it. She was trapped, nowhere to go. Nothing for her to do but endure.

Finally, the cat thief broke away, leaving Zatanna to suck in precious air. The woman stroked her face softly, affectionately, tucking strands of raven hair out of her eyes. She gave Zatanna a gentle kiss to the cheek, then another, moving along her jawline. She brought her lips to her ear and whispered.

"How does he feel, witch-girl?"

Bruce sank deep into her again, his balls settling against her ass. Zatanna wanted to scream. All that came from her lips was a pathetic whine. She writhed on the bed, arching her body up against him - desperate to get him deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut from the sheer sensory rush.

"Big." Zatanna confessed, her voice wavering. "Bigger... than I remember."

She opened her eyes, expecting to see Bruce wearing a prideful smirk. Instead, she locked eyes with the man she fell in love with all those years ago, back when they were stupid kids on the cusp of adulthood. And deeper, in the back of those steely blue eyes, she saw a flame reignited. If only for a single night.

Zatanna's heart raced faster. She spared another glance towards Selina, fearing that she'd see jealousy. Instead, to Zatanna's surprise, the sultry cat thief looked pleased.

Running her fingers through Zatanna's long, dark locks, Selina Kyle turned her bright, devious eyes towards the man she was willing to share.

"Well, Bruce?" She hummed, her voice full of challenge. "Show her what she's been missing these last few years."

Bruce grunted, giving a short nod. A thrill shot down Zatanna's back like lightning.

Then Bruce found his pace again. Fucking her. Hard.

And Zatanna started to scream.

- - -

"Look at me. Look at me, witch-girl. Let me see those pretty eyes."

"Fuck... Fuck... Oh... My... God!"

Zatanna sputtered out another string of broken words. Selina could only smile. Art was unfolding before her very eyes and she didn't want to miss a single moment.

Selina cradled Zatanna's face in her hands and committed the sight to memory. Every little detail, Selina drank it in - those blushing cheeks, those full, parted lips, and good lord those eyes. Zatanna's were clouded as if she was entranced, but behind the haze Selina saw a simmering fire. Every powerful thrust from the man looming just behind stoked that fire just a bit brighter. And he was stoking hard.

Selina looked over Zatanna's shoulder and saw an even more splendid sight - two perfect bodies joining together, colliding in a carnal battle. Hard, firm muscle clashing against soft, smooth curves. Selina watched as Zatanna's well-formed buttocks quaked so deliciously under Bruce's steady assault. Every stab of his long, fat cock sent his hips slamming down against the witch's full, pale ass, sending ripples through the supple flesh. Mesmerizing.

Excitement and delight coiled hot in Selina's belly. Zatanna and Bruce looked so beautiful together. But the sweetest reward was seeing their lovely guest inching closer and closer to the edge. A pretty young thing driven mad by the pleasures offered by a big, thick dick.

Selina loved it.

"You put on a damn good show, Zatanna." She praised the witch, still cradling the younger woman's face by the chin.

Their honored guest gave a weak nod, letting out a choked moan as Bruce sank his cock deep into her sex once more.

"I... try..."

Behind her, the man let out a deep, primal grunt. He reached out, his huge hand settling on Zatanna's shoulder for a firm grip. Then... he hammered into her cunt. Zatanna pitched forward from the force and vigor of the thrusting, almost falling flat on her face if not for Selina keeping her up. Zatanna was panting now, shaky moans spilling from her lips between breaths, her eyes lidded with feeling and need. Drunk from the sensation. And still Bruce fucked. And fucked. And fucked. His body moved like a machine.

Selina loved watching her man work. She loved watching every inch of that wonderful prick disappear between those plump cheeks, skewering Zatanna deep with every thrust. But what Selina loved most of all... was Bruce spilling over the edge.

His ending was subtle - more subtle than Zatanna's, who came shrieking. A faint redness came about his face and a dark look swirled in his eyes. He let out a beastly grunt, sheathing himself fully in the witch's tight little pussy.

Selina watched the tensing of his body, his muscles, admiring every detail that signaled his ending. She only wished she could see his cock twitching and his balls clenching as they pumped rope after rope of hot, sticky cum - painting Zatanna's walls milky white.

"F-fuck..." The witch whimpered. Selina peppered her blushing cheeks with kisses, holding the girl as she rode out her orgasm. "Oh... Oooh... so much... inside..."

Bruce gave one last thrust and fell over Zatanna's back. Selina couldn't hold all the extra weight so together the three collapsed onto the bed. A tangle of panting, naked bodies.

"God, that was good." Bruce huffed.

Zatanna gave a weak little moan in response. Her face was that of a woman halfway conscious, dazed and satisfied in equal measure. It drew a giggle out of Selina.

For a long moment, the three just lay there together, entangled - and in Bruce and Zatanna's case, still joined. Selina ran her hands through the witch's hair, those silky black strands so soft upon her fingers.

Eventually, Bruce flopped onto his back - withdrawing from Zatanna in the process. The scent of his offering carried into Selina's nostrils, thick and utterly divine. It made the thief shiver - she salivated as she tasted his phantom cum.

As for Zatanna - the sudden loss of Bruce's presence made the witch whine.

"So..." Their guest finally managed to speak, turning her attention towards Selina. A faint, cheeky grin tugged at her lips. "How'd you like the front row seat?

"Not bad." Selina answered truthfully. She pressed a tiny kiss to the witch's forehead. Then a thought entered her head, lurid in the best way. It was her turn to smile. "But I'd prefer a backstage pass."

Zatanna didn't appear to understand... until Selina reached out and slapped her palm down upon the other woman's ass. Her eyes went wide - Selina cherished that look of realization. Zatanna was too weak and too spent to stop the cat thief. Selina crawled around to Zatanna's beautiful, bare backside and set her eyes on that coveted prize.

A well-fucked pussy, pumped full of Bruce's tasty seed. Already it was dribbling from those pink lips. A lovely, cream-filled treat.

"W-wait..." Zatanna reached back, a vain attempt to buy herself some time. But Selina ignored her.

"Just want to get a little taste..." The Catwoman purred. She palmed both of those plump buttocks and spread them apart, her mouth watering at the sight of that glazed pink.

Then she dove in. And Zatanna let out a most beautiful sound.

- - -

The night drew on. The three lovers continued their fun. Kissing. Fondling. Spanking. Fucking.

A city kept safe. A hero rewarded.

The Dark Knight stood naked in his bedroom, thoroughly sated but still seeking yet another high of pleasure. Before him was a most lovely sight - two gorgeous creatures, naked just as he was, on their knees and ready to receive his blessing. An anointing of sorts.

If only this was the norm, Bruce mused.

As wild as their celebrations had been, Bruce knew the only way to end things was with a statement. And what better statement was there than a marking of what was his?

Selina and Zatanna stared up at him, all teasing lips and bright, eager eyes. Watching him, watching his hand pump over the length of his shaft. Watching him stroke faster, harder. All the while, their sweet voices graced his ears.

"So... bigger than you remember, you said?" Selina teased.

"Oh, yeah. Every part of him." Zatanna slid her hand up his bare thigh, fawning over the tight, solid muscle.

"Exercise and diet." Bruce explained, grunting as he continued to stroke.

"And damn good genes." Selina cackled.

"Must be why he tastes good." Zatanna's hand rose daringly close to his balls. Bruce didn't flinch, didn't falter, keeping his strokes going. He could feel the end coming, that familiar peak just over the horizon.

"Yeah, yeah." He gently moved Zatanna's hand aside.

The two women giggled - God, it was like he was a young man again, the way their voices stirred up his insides. They shared a conspiring look before turning their attention back to him. Bruce knew he was in trouble.

They reached out, forcing him to falter, brushing his hand away from his cock so they could take over.

Two pairs of lips, two talented, hungry mouths fell upon him. It was sublime. Better than heaven.

They ran their tongues over him, his shaft and his balls. Coating him in a sheen of warm spit. Then they took turns, both women sucking him, taking his cock into their mouths. It was divine, the feeling of those soft lips gliding over his shaft, taking inch after inch. They were different from each other in the way they pleasured him, the way they sucked and licked, the way they twisted their heads as they bobbed up and down his shaft. But both felt exquisite. And they moaned so sweetly, so filthily as they worked up and down his manhood.

It was the royal treatment for the Prince of Gotham. Bruce had always hated that nickname, but tonight, watching his cock plunge into Selina's mouth, then into Zatanna's, then back into Selina's again...

He felt like a king.

The girls had already coaxed several helpings of seed from him that night. It didn't take them long to bring him to the edge again. A man could only last so long against two sirens working in tandem.

Bruce felt it grip him, a tightness in his gut. He tilted his head back and groaned. The release was sublime - even better with their lips and tongues still bathing him in splendid, wet heat. His balls clenched, his cock twitched, and his seed flowed freely... right onto their faces and waiting tongues.

He heard them gasp, half in shock, half in delight. They were giggling, laughing as he coated them in spunk. Then he felt them again, nearly losing his balance as their lips slid over him again. One right after the other, the two women sucked him, drinking the last of his offering down straight from the source.

And finally... he was spent.

"Wow." He heard Zatanna sigh. "That was... a lot."

"I'll never get used to it." Selina hummed happily. Bruce looked down, seeing those two gorgeous faces splattered with white. From behind her new mask, the Cat gave him a devilish smile. "But the taste? I can never get enough."

Selina licked her lips, gathering up more of her salty treat. There was a glimmer in those emerald eyes then. One that was very familiar to Bruce.

Without warning, Selina took Zatanna by the chin and drew them together in a liplock. Zatanna let out a little squeak but didn't fight it. She gave in quickly, wrapping her arms around Selina's neck to pull her closer. Their kiss deepened and their tongues slid out to dance together... swapping his cum between them. The two sirens moaned together, so sweet to Bruce's ears.

Though spent, the Dark Knight looked on. Captivated. Entranced.

Bewitched.

END