"I'm just saying it would be pretty cool," Danny told her as he opened the door, stepping aside to let her in his apartment before following her.

"It would also get us very fired," she said, "I don't think Mac would accept us having sex on a piece of evidence because we told him you had a batman fetish."

"I don't have a Batman fetish," he said, "I have a Montana fetish," he grinned at her, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. His mouth found hers, sinking in, both of them stumbling back until they hit the edge of the couch. He carefully laid her back on it, following her, his hands sliding down her body, and then suddenly he stopped, "Maybe we could rent one."

"Rent what?" she asked, breathless, her eyes full of confusion, her hands curling around his shirt.

"The car, Flack said they have them for rent."

Lindsay shook her head, uncurling her hands and shoving him until she could get up, "That would probably cost our combined salary for the next five years."

"Oh come on, it would be worth it, it's the Bat mobile for Christ sakes."

Lindsay got up, moving to the kitchen and getting a beer out of the fridge. She passed him one, and then jumped up on the counter, "Its not going to happen Danny, besides sex in a car is so uncomfortable, there's never enough room."

"So you're telling me you've never had sex in a car," he said, wincing as soon as he said it, he hated any sort of reminder that he wasn't the first man in Lindsay's bed…or her heart.

"Of course I have," she replied, "but it was a pick up, nice flat bed in the back, very comfortable, especially with the Montana sky over head and…"

"Okay, okay okay," he said, "I get the picture," he sighed, "So….no sex in the Bat mobile."

She shook her head, "Afraid not, cowboy." She softened at his crestfallen expression and leaned forward, her hands grabbing his shoulders and forcing him to step forward between her thighs, "But you know there was this one Batman comic that was kind of…..sexy," she said the world low in her throat, "but it doesn't include the Bat mobile so you probably aren't interested."

"No, no, no" he said, his voice held barely restrained excitement, "I mean….I'm willing to consider it."

"Well," she said, leaning forward, her lips almost on his, her eyes locked with his, her hands sliding under his tight green shirt, "see it involved Cat woman, she wanted Batman to talk, but he wouldn't so she drugged him, and then she dragged him back to her cat lair and she," she lowered her voice to a whisper, "tied him up," her hands lifted, pulling the shirt off of him, "Then," her hands moved down his chest to his belt buckle, "she kept him there," the belt came off, she wrapped it around her hand, "and did all kinds of…naughty things to him until he told her what she wanted to know."

He shook his head, "'Batman would never give in."

She smiled, bringing her lips to his, watching his eyes darken, his hands came to her legs, pulling her off the counter and into his arms, "Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Well then," she wrapped the belt around his neck, reining him in, "I think you're going to have to prove it. Come on cowboy," she slid to her feet, pulling him along with the belt, "I've got some questions for you."

"Whatever you say….." he carried her towards the bedroom, putting on the act of being under her control, he set her down next to the bed, let her push him down, just smiling as she reached for her cuffs, then he had a thought, one he couldn't contain, "Does this mean I can buy you that leather corset?"

She shook her head, "Well talk about that later," she said as she cuffed both wrists to the bed, "Right now I'm in control, so you better start talking Batman, or I might have to get really, really mean."