Batman misses.

As he swung, however, White Rabbit abruptly turned her entire body around while kneeling. His attempted punch- intended for her face- ended up streaking below her left arm, which quickly clamped down to pin it against her side. Her right arm went backward behind herself to wrap under his chin, hand clasped against the back of his head.

White Rabbit pulled herself into the air, displaying great strength and body control to be able to use one arm to swing herself upwards. Batman couldn’t move his left arm with it trapped below her armpit, but he had enough leverage with his right to place it against the small of her back. He knew could counter this attempt with an impromptu throw, pushing her up into the air but cutting off her arc with a forward shove.

Except White Rabbit- once again displaying expert body control- maneuvered his **** into a tuck, making it roll her backward over his palm rather than forcing her away. He was dragged an uncontrolled step forward, putting himself right between her legs as she came out of her tuck.

Under most circumstances, he would have pushed her up and away again. One arm was still trapped, however, leaving his remaining arm alone in a failing effort to prevent her from yanking him in further with her legs. White Rabbit clenched around his head with her thighs, pulling on his straightened arm to give herself complete leverage. His attempts to resist and her active clamp on his arm led to the two of them spinning around counterclockwise, repeatedly going in circles with him involuntarily carrying all of her weight.

As he desperately tried to free his arm, Batman found his eyes magnetically drawn back to her tail. With the smooth feeling of her bare thighs on either side of his face, he had to fight against his instincts to burrow either cheek into the flesh. His instincts were too quick to be stopped when it came to looking ahead as he tried to free himself.

He was caught there, his conscious thoughts directed at maintaining his balance. He knew that if he toppled backwards and let her fall on top of him, it was over.

Then a half-formed thought fizzled in and out of his head that suggested it might already be over. The swirling patterns of her tail captured his entire attention, body just spinning by inertia but slowing down.

His lips parted an inch, his straining gaze faltering. He felt… he felt…

By the smallest of margins, his consciousness was saved by perhaps the only stroke of good luck he’d had. As his body had slackened in staring at her tail, his trapped arm had followed suit, dramatically reducing the steady **** White Rabbit used to keep her body parallel to the ground. She adjusted quickly, converting her spinning into a quick roll forward. Her legs ended up throwing him in a heap a few feet ahead, flipping forward onto his back as their bodies separated.

Dizzy and dim though he may have felt, Batman **** himself to turn over onto his front. He failed to stand up, but he used his failure to turn himself over to his right a few times, whichever way his right was. He might have just been going in circles again. He had no way of knowing.

“Almost caught me,” White Rabbit’s voice called out from… somewhere. “Care to try again?”

He stopped his slow rolls, trusting that he had put some distance between himself and his opponent. His vision was swirling to an even greater degree than it had at any previous time he’d been exposed to her tail. His consciousness was slow to recover, only coming back with that same half-finished thought that it was already over.

And perhaps it remained true. Batman knew what she had in mind for him; she’d made no secret as to what she planned to do with him, offering him carnal pleasure at practically every opportunity. If he let her have him, maybe he could keep his wits and avoid becoming another one of her puppets. Was that his best course of action?