Batman enters the studio.

Setting his jaw, Batman grabbed the handle of the door and pushed inward, strolling into the studio and letting the door hang open behind him. The ten people waiting for him watched him approach, nine of them passive, one of them eager.

“Glad you could join us,” White Rabbit greeted. “I was hoping that we could get you in for a private workout.” She placed a hand on her hip. “The sign out front says ‘by appointment only,’ but I think we can make an exception for you.”

He tilted his head to the side slightly, affixing her with an unamused glare. There did not appear to be anything special about the men in the room surrounding her. They appeared to be more physically fit than those in the main room- and he guessed that that was why they had been singled out to wait in this studio- but he saw no reason to expect anything different from them in combat.

“Don’t worry about the time, Batman,” she continued. “I don’t have any other appointments booked tonight. You can have me all to yourself.” She popped her opposite hip out, rubbing her lead thigh. “I charge a very reasonable rate.”

He pointedly pushed the door closed behind him. He didn’t slam it shut, but the click that the door made as it hit the frame was unmistakable; they were now trapped in the room with him. White Rabbit, for her part, seemed to care as little as the hypnotized people behind her. If anything, she seemed even more eager now.

Regarding her, Batman did his best to gauge her threat level. Her earlier leap over the railing of the balcony had been a display of practiced athleticism, and he gathered that she kept in shape with her exercises in and out of this studio.

“All right, fine,” White Rabbit said, running her hand up from her thigh to her chest. “First one’s free.”

Obviously, she was rather accustomed to getting her way through just her looks. It was hard not to notice her attire in how flagrantly she wanted people to stare at her. While he’d dealt with women dressed suggestively earlier in the night like Queenie and Poison Ivy, none of them had presented themselves so immodestly or as scantily as she did.

The entirety of her thighs were on display above knee-high silver boots, the unblemished skin boldly highlighting her slender figure. Her curves were tightly hugged by clothing that under any other circumstance would be considered underwear, as her hips and crotch were covered by a bright pink thong he knew to be carrying a pseudo rabbit tail at the back. An exposed midriff gave way to a soft, white and pink corset, fabric that both propped and highlighted her large round bust. Her cleavage was thinly veiled by the corset’s lone strap, connecting it with a snowflake-patterned choker of the same colors, though the strap was done loosely to allow it and her breasts to bounce around.

Pink lipstick framed her sultry smile, muted in spots after her earlier kiss to the glass window. Similarly, a white mop of hair and a magenta domino mask framed her lovely face. A pair of two-foot rabbit ears sprung from her scalp, which, when combined with all of the revealing wear below the neck, gave her the appearance of a pet bunny dressed up by its owner like a luchadora… albeit one with extremely gifted curves and an enchanting gaze.

His facial reply was a scowl, held in place as he marched over to the door cordoning off the studio. Pausing at the door, he activated his detective vision, trying to get an advance view of what was within.

“No?” White Rabbit asked, feigning disappointment. “I suppose we could start with just a “Not a chance,” Batman growled, clenching his other fist and bringing it up to his eye in preparation of blocking out his vision.

White Rabbit jolted, immediately wheeling around to face him. “Hey, pay attention!” she demanded. Batman was given free reign to look back at her startled expression as it melted into annoyance. “I’m not the one you ignore.”

He glowered, bringing up both fists as he prepared for battle. She seemed to understand, bringing some measure of haughtiness back to her face. “Fine. I hoped you would see reason. I even gave you a perfect excuse, but if you’re just going to waste my time, then I’ll just take what I want.”

“Go ahead and try,” Batman dared.

Showing her teeth, she grinned. “Bring me Batman,” she ordered her men. “Fight for me.”

“Fight for you,” the nine men behind her all repeated in a scattered, out of sync mantra.

Then they all charged, looping around White Rabbit where necessary to get at him. She slunk back behind those who got in front of her, not getting fully out of view but clearly content to wait for an opening to strike as she had earlier.

Batman took a step forward. Most of the floor was covered by a mat less resistant to pressure than the main floor, so he’d need to use more **** when driving their heads into the floor. He tested out the lowest acceptable minimum on the first man who got closest, sidestepping a clumsy overhand left, grabbing his chin with one hand, and smashing the back of his cranium into the floor.

He was keeping his focus on the other men approaching, but he was reasonably confident that this man was **** by the muted groan he’d made on contact. From his knees, Batman rolled forward into the fray, concluding his somersault with a double kick into the shin of his next closest attacker.

The man fell flat onto his front, but Batman had no time to finish him off as he was quickly swarmed by the others. The vigilante quickly shot up to his feet, delivering an uppercut to a man coming in from the right. Not intended to actually cause damage, the blow was more of a push than a punch, simply used to give Batman a lane out of the middle, putting a body between him and the others.

He used this opening to get behind his stumbling victim and shove him back into the middle, creating a logjam and flooring several of them. Two men separately went around the pile bodies, allowing him to dive forward with hands extended to their scalps, pushing off them to gain additional height before he crashed back down on the pile himself.

Batman’s right boot came down to drive one man’s face into the floor, putting him down for the rest of the fight. His left foot was grabbed by someone else, but he easily extracted it from the man’s grip with a thrust of his knee, smacking him upside the head, though not precise or impactful enough to put him to sleep like the man he’d stomped. To remedy this, Batman leapt up and tilted his body around in the air to land behind the man with both hands upon his forehead, slamming the back of his head into the floor.

The remaining six men recovered from their respective falls, getting up to try to corner him. Batman instinctively went to reach for a batarang, but held up, reminding himself of his goal of leaving as little lasting damage as possible. He could handle these men like he had before; he just needed to-

A flash of silver entered his right peripheral vision, making him hastily throw his body into an emergency backward lean. He just barely managed to avoid a high roundhouse kick from White sample. I picked these men out because I thought they’d be the best candidates for a private workout. Maybe they still can be if you aren’t ready for a hard night’s work.”

She had quite literally confirmed his suspicions, reminding him of how little she cared for the well-being of the men she had taken. They were only playthings in her mind, to be collected, used and cast aside at her whims. He would not let her carry on with her wicked ways.

“So what do you say?” she posed, softly biting her lower lip.

“This is your last chance to surrender,” Batman warned, tightening his rear hand into a fist for effect.

White Rabbit seemed pleased by his refusal. To her, this was just another game, one where she had to make him catch her.

“Surrender?” she echoed, lifting the hand that had been floating around her chest up to her chin. She stroked her own jaw, pretending with minimal effort to be considering it. “Allow me to consult with my other clients.”

White Rabbit put her right foot over her left, beginning a slow turn to put her back to him. Batman quickly angled his head to the side, keeping his eyes from flicking back to look at her tail. He knew that he couldn’t afford to fully gaze at her rear, but he quietly verified that he could look at her out of the corner of his eye without trouble.

“I think I’ll pass,” she announced, wiggling her bottom at him. “But would you like to surrender to me?”

Rabbit’s right boot, inches away from his face as he quickly rebounded up to a full base. Off-balance, however, he couldn’t avoid her back leg sweep, swiping her left leg through his shin to make him fall forward.

Batman, fortunately, had enough control over his body to land in a handspring, tossing himself a few extra paces away from her but toward her hypnotized allies. That kick combination had clearly been practiced; the ability to quickly react to his dodge with a perfectly placed sweep to take him off his feet was not something one could do without split-second timing and lots of training. He reassessed her as he finally came to a rest several feet away, recognizing that she could present more of a combat threat than he had previously assumed.

“Hmm.” White Rabbit similarly seemed impressed by his ability to quickly react. That arrogant smirk still lined her lips as she nodded at him in respect. She allowed her nod to cascade down her body, swaying her hips in increasing waves. Widening her smirk, White Rabbit locked her fingers high above her head and slowly twirled, gracefully rocking her rear in a circle as perfectly round as her bottom. Her curves rippled lightly, like the surface of a lake when catching a falling leaf. Her spiraling tail actually seemed like a rougher complement, rippling faster in a more eye-popping manner. He couldn’t-

Breathe.

Batman grunted in an almost-pain, ripping his head back and to the side. His vision was caught in a spiral, a stinging punishment for his momentary distraction. He’d been caught staring.

Grunting again, he raised his right arm to deflect a swinging hook he knew to be coming from behind. He managed to block the strike, but he couldn’t effectively counter, missing his return hook from his opposite arm. Batman mentally cursed the Riddler for making such an effective device that could cause him such an affliction after even just a second’s worth of looking at it. If Nigma knew just how much it affected him, he was concerned the madman would recreate it many times over to use against him.

He absorbed an unblocked fist to the collar, one he hadn’t sensed coming in his weakened state. Gritting his teeth, he **** himself to focus on the moment, shutting out his thoughts on the Riddler. He kept his eyes closed, trusting his instincts to help him until his vision was cleared.

Another punch came in from his right, but Batman shifted his upper body out of the way. The blow failed to land, though a breeze from the attempt flowed across his chin. Batman threw out another backfist, this time aiming for the gut of whoever was there. This time his strike landed, eliciting a slight male grunt. He wasn’t willing to put much **** into his attacks without knowing who his target was; had he heard White Rabbit grunt there, he would have followed up with a high knee strike.

Instead, he drifted back to his four o’clock, dodging a lunging attack from a different fighter. This new opponent didn’t fall on the missed attempt like those in the fitness room, keeping up his attack with several more punches. Batman expertly managed to dodge each one, but he felt the vibrations in the floor of another person closing in from behind as he stalled.

Making his decision, Batman snapped open his eyes. He was still experiencing some dizziness, but fortunately for him, White Rabbit’s tail wasn’t on display in front of him. He slipped just out of the way of his forefront attacker’s final punch, allowing it to brush by his inside shoulder.

Clutching the man’s forearm against his shoulder, Batman dragged him to the left, then flipped him over his hip. The crime fighter used the attacker’s arm as a partial visual obstruction, quickly looking about his immediate vicinity for where White Rabbit had gone as his man hit the floor.

He found her to be milling about on his left, partially hidden behind one other fighter who had been **** to retreat two steps to avoid his hip toss. She was facing him, not actively trying to entrap him with her tail at the moment.

No time, he realized, having to turn back to parry another incoming strike- this time a front kick- and step to his left. The man he had thrown into the ground a moment ago had recovered, coming back to aid his compatriots.

They were trying to corner him again, though with fewer men in the room, they needed to spread out more. White Rabbit was content to let her men take the lead, lining up behind the centermost fighter closing in on him. He wasn’t sure if she planned on engaging him immediately or not, but whatever the case, he couldn’t afford to let her make the next move.

Batman reached into his belt and took out his batclaw, using it to pull in the man at the far left edge. It just so happened to be the same man he had hip-tossed before, so Batman knew he could throw him again, this time sending him crashing on hands and knees directly in front of the wall. He managed to halt his momentum before his face could make contact with the smooth concrete, so Batman helped him along by shoving his left cheek into it.

The man fell limp, turning over onto his back to reveal his out-cold expression. A sliver of red opened up at the man’s temple as the vigilante returned the batclaw to its compartment. Batman hoped that the eye wouldn’t swell up, but there wouldn’t be much lasting damage even if it did.

He turned around too late to prevent a fresh fighter from wrapping him up from behind. Struggling against the unwelcome embrace, Batman found himself pressed up against the wall himself, hearing other men come in from behind to take advantage of his grappler’s hold.

Straining, Batman managed to sneak the top of his right foot onto the wall beneath, wedging a small gap between himself and the wall. Flexing all of his toes’ muscles, he engineered a full backflip over the shoulder of the man who had previously had him from behind. His feet split out to knock back two men who had dashed up to get at him, using the head of his former captor as a fulcrum to make both of them tumble into their other two fellows.

Now having his arms locked around said fulcrum, Batman hefted him up into the air before slamming him down onto the mat on his back. The man was still conscious after impact, unfortunately, forcing Batman to bring a hammer fist down directly onto his chin to rectify it.

He looked back up at the four remaining men, only to find White Rabbit squeeze between the lot of them. She came at him with another high roundhouse kick. With more advance warning, Batman was easily able to duck under this one, taking a step closer to her to avoid her backward leg sweep.

Except she didn’t follow up with a backward leg sweep this time. Rather than use her lead leg to plant for a follow-up kick, she instead planted both feet and stuck her butt out as far as she could, bumping him in the gut. He instinctively glanced down at the firm mass that had struck him, eyes looking directly at her tail for another fraction of a second. Doing his best to quickly stop himself, Batman let himself fall onto his back to avoid looking at it.

Grunting, Batman rolled through it to his feet, but kept a hunched posture on his way up. She was toying with him. She was toying with him and he hated it. She was purposefully holding back because it was all a part of her game. Biting down on a second groan, he opened his eyes while looking straight down at the floor, feeling the unpleasant swirling still hazing his vision and mind.

“You like that?” White Rabbit asked cheerily. “Lay back down and I’ll let you go down this rabbit hole.”