Batman tries to grab her.

He couldn’t afford to waste this chance. Mirroring her stance, he was fully prepared to match her in grappling. He just needed to get his hands on her and-

Just as he was about to take her by the wrists, White Rabbit shot out her right leg faster than he could track, kicking him full **** in his calf. His muscle stung, pulsing down as he tripped over his own footing. Batman fell forward, unable to catch himself from falling fully onto his front.

Except his chin landed on White Rabbit’s side, something she seemed to fully welcome, as she had turned herself to the side in the same kicking motion. Her right hand snatched his right cowl ear as he struggled to reorient himself.

Information trickled slowly into his addled mind, like the fact that his chin had not in fact landed on her side. As his chin and slightly open mouth could attest, his face was currently pressed up against White Rabbit’s right buttock. The soft, plushy flesh around and inside his mouth caught him irrationally torn between nuzzling deeper or jerking away, having him hesitate for far longer than he should have.

She made the decision for him, using his cowl ear to tilt his chin up, deeper into her skin. By consequence, her damp flesh tickled his chin, providing a slight stick that he would have had trouble removing had his eyes not been **** to watch her tail.

Her tail. It captured all of his attention, all of his focus. It drained him, all of his energy being sucked into its swirling patterns. He lost his sense of place, his sense of… his senses.

He was… he wasn’t…