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Flying over Gotham in the bat jet at night gave Batman more time to clearly think about what happened to Max. Since Batman had become more aggressive, most criminals had decided to slide back into their holes and hide rather than come out and be beaten half to death. But there were some, still desperate or stupid enough to sneak out and try to best the Batman. Among the desperate and stupid was the new Cat woman. Batman had run into her two months ago at the Gotham Museum of Contemporary Art. She had managed to slip into the museum and on her way to the "religious cults" section before the alarms went off. By the time Batman got there she was on the roof preparing to make a getaway.
Batman fired a batarang at her "goodie bag," but she quickly ducked and spun around to look at her assailant.
"So, you are the fabled Batman?" Cat woman, purred with her hands on her hips.
Batman gave no response; there was something familiar about her voice that made him freeze. He quickly glanced at the thief's suit. She wore a black mask that covered her hair and eyes, with large oval white lenses, and gently raced across her cocoa colored cheekbones. There were large cat like ears framing her face, the exterior was black, but the interior was a dark purple. She wore a black tank top that cut a little too low on her bust to be protective. She wore simple black, but tight pants with a pair of high heels. She also wore fingerless gloves on her hands – her clawed hands. Could this be Max? The voice seemed right. She was about the right height, if you ignored the heels, and the right complexion.
"Not much for talking? Well, I suppose you don't have to be," Cat woman moves closer to Batman. "Tall, dark, are you handsome too?" She drops her bag on the ground, and moves chest to chest with Batman. "If you show me yours, I'll show you mind."
"Max?" It just slipped out, more of a plea than a question.
Cat woman's smile fades and she steps back, "No fair, you know all about me and here I don't know a thing about you. Tell me, do you like cats?"
He moved towards her, trying to hug her, "Max, you disappear for a year and all you have to say to me is 'do you like cats' What happened to you? Where have you been?"
"I've been around the world, looking for you." Cat woman leaps up and wraps her arms around Batman's neck and her legs around his waist.
"Max, this is serious."
"So am I, sexy. I don't remember much about my past. Just traveling the world and having dreams about a man in a pointy mask. Do you want to hear what you do in my dream?"
He was more concerned about what happened, than any dream, "No, I want to find out what happened to you."
"purrrrrr," Cat woman rubs her head against Batman's shoulder. "If I tell you, what's in it for me?"
"Max, you have obviously gotten yourself in some sort of trouble, if you gave me more information than I could help you."
"I want more than just help." She licks across the outline of his lips on the mask, "I want to live out my dream."
The bat suit protected him from many things, and to be honest the sensation that her tongue caused as it slide along his lips was probably completely in his head – a result of year without any intimate touches, but slag it if it didn't feel good. He let out an involuntary groan, and then shook his head to contain his growing urges.
Police sirens blared at a distance.
"Well that's my queue," Cat woman released her grip and slide down Batman's body landing in low squat between his legs, her face looked up innocently just inches way from his most intimate of places. "Hope we can see much more of each other soon." With that she turned and grabbing her bag disappeared off the roof.
"I didn't make that suit so you go could pick up criminals."
Right Wayne, he was still listening. Terry tried to make an excuse, "Its Max, she's not a criminal."
Wayne replied, "You haven't seen Max in four years. You have no idea what she is."
Tonight Batman is looking for Cat woman – Max, again. She had been staging thefts around Gotham, but she never managed to steal anything. It wasn't that she was a bad thief, she simply preferred playing with Batman than stealing trinkets – expensive trinkets they may be. While part of Batman, the Terry part, was enjoying the added attention especially since he was single again, he knew he couldn't allow things to continue like this.
"There's a disturbance at an abandoned factory in Old Gotham, probably Cat woman. Try to catch her this time," Bruce told Terry with clear annoyance in his voice. To him, Max's Cat woman adventures were dangerous and took up too much of Batman's time from more pressing crimes – not that there were more pressing crimes at the moment, most criminals were still too afraid to come out.
As Batman approaches the factory, Bruce reveals, "McGinnis, there's an interference with the vid and audio links, you're flying solo. Don't fall for any traps."
"I'm better than that."
Wayne responds, "You better be." The link dies.
He enters from a hole in the ceiling. Why would an abandoned factory have an alarm?
"The only way to get your attention is to cause trouble," Cat woman steps from out of the shadows without her mask on and leaps upon Batman – arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist, "it's not any real trouble, though, Gotham PD will never respond to it."
Any doubt that Cat woman wasn't Max went out the window. Her hair is longer, about shoulder length and it black, not the rebellious pink. She hadn't gone too crazy with the splicing, and she still had those big brown eyes. "Max, I don't have time to play with you."
"Half of Gotham is scared of you, and the other half is fast asleep right now. I think you have nothing but time to play with me."
She made a good point, but it wouldn't help him figure out what happened to her, "Why did you splice yourself?"
"Spoilsport," Cat woman rolls her head and settles closer to Batman's body, "I didn't splice myself. Someone did it to me, when I was in Metropolis, maybe before. They trained me in all sorts of ways, gave me this suit, and sent me on my way. I don't remember too much before then…but I always had dreams about you, that's why I came to Gotham. Happy now?"
"Max, I need to get you home and out of this costume –"
"You don't have to take me home to get me out of the costume," Cat woman quickly shifted and licked across his lips.
He should have been used to her doing that by now, but every time she did the more his body ached. He let out a groan as she continued to lick across his lips. His head was spinning, and it felt as if the mask had disappeared. Logic flew from his head, as he wrapped his arms around her waist and tried to kiss her.
Cat woman leans back, "its going to be hard to kiss me through that mask."
He lifts the mask over his lips, but pauses at his nose – logic was creeping back into his head.
"Well that's a start," Cat woman rushes back in to capture a kiss.
He lays her on the ground and runs his hands down along her side to her firm butt and up to her supple breasts. Max moans and purrs with the movements of his hands. He had never heard Max makes sounds like this before, and he had never thought about it, but now that it was happening it was driving him crazy. He pulls the straps of her tank top off her shoulders and kisses his way to her breasts, down her toned stomach, stopping only to remove her pants. After undressing her, he stares down at her body. All the years he had known Max, he had no idea how beautiful she was. Max sits up and stars into his half masked face. "Is there anyway to get your suit off, without taking off the mask?"
"No," he answers.
"Well, you could blind fold me," she suggests as Batman forces her back down.
"Later," he says, as he begins to kiss her breasts again.
He works his way back down her stomach and to her clean shaven pussy. As his tongue explores her, she bucks and swarms on the floor. She had had sex before, but this was better than anything she had experienced. His tongue and fingers relentlessly pleased her to orgasm. He sits back on his knees, staring at Max and trying to resist the urge to rip the rest of his suit off. Max recovers from her orgasm and sitting up, licks her juices off of Batman's face. They began to kiss again. "Blindfold me," she whispered in his ear.
