Embarrassingly

"nnf!"

A clean left hook to the jaw to end her sudden rapid-fire blitzing combination landed flush, and knocked him flat on his ass. In only two minutes, she had already managed to drop him to the mat.

Despite what she'd said, Lara had started off a bit easy on him. The rich boys rarely knew what they were getting in for with her, and going all-out from the start isn't a good way to earn yourself a returning customer. Still, he'd shown himself to be capable enough with his defensive striking to begin with, even if he hadn't seemed too interested in throwing anything back at her. So, she decided it would be safe to take the training wheels off. Apparently he hadn't been expecting that.

The sudden increase in output and power took Bruce totally off guard. He had been oddly confident given the situation he'd agreed to be in, but that had just made it easier to slip a well-timed strike past his guard and right onto the button, dropping him to the ground like a sack of potatoes. They say it's the punch that you don't expect, and for some reason, Bruce Wayne really hadn't expected her to ramp it up like that. The cocky men were always the most fun to work with in these sessions, though, so she wasn't complaining.

She stood above him where she'd laid him out. He was lying on his back, arms out by his sides. "Come on, rich boy, get back up. I'm not finished with you." she taunted, trying to goad him back to his feet to continue the session. But he was already gone. She lowered her gloves and smirked, placing her hands on her hips and shaking her head disappointedly. Lifting a foot to rest on his slowly rising and falling chest, she raised her arms up to flex in a victory pose over the slumberland billionaire.

"Wake up." a faint voice slithered through Bruce's ear. "Hey, I said wake up."

Slowly, his eyes flittered open, and he found himself lying on the floor of an unfamiliar apartment.

"Wha- wh-What happened?" he asked drowsily.

"I got you. You went down." she said, uncapping a bottle of water and bringing it to her lips to drink. She had a white towel over her shoulders now. From his position lying on his back, still recovering and with his loopy head spinning, he had the perfect view to look up at her beautifully fit form and impressive tits. "Hey, don't feel too bad. You did way better than most of the others do."

The words did little to comfort him as his face burned with shame, and his confused mind retreated inside of itself.

If she knew the truth that only he knows, she'd probably have been jumping for joy and triumph, not acting so passive and business-like. This was not just another ordinary day for her. She might not have known it, but this civilian Gotham MILF had just knocked out the Batman, one-on-one, in an even fight. No tricks - she outfought him. Sure, he'd been cocky and not taken her seriously, he'd assumed her beginning skill level was her maximum skill level and had already let his eyes wander to search the room for anything that might point to criminal activity. But all the same, the two had engaged in an even-footing fight, and the Batman lost. The fight ended with him asleep on his back, and Lara standing over him. She turned his lights off and made it look easy. She put him down hard, without even breaking much of a sweat. He must have been out cold on the ground for minutes... the mythical Batman, out like a light. Strangely, Bruce felt a brief stirring in his loins at the thought, as if the concept was oddly exciting to him...

He quickly scrambled up to his feet, embarrassed. He was still quite woozy, so the sudden rise to his feet made him stumble slightly and nearly lose his footing.

"Hey, not so fast to your feet!" Lara chided. "What, was that your first time going out or something?"

His cheeks were burning crimson as she took another sip from her water bottle. He couldn't **** himself to make eye contact with her. He paid her for the session, went out into the apartment building hallway and ensured nothing had been stolen from him -- it hadn't. He hadn't had anything material taken from him, and there seemed to be nothing illegal in Lara's small operation. So the Batman had no purpose sticking around any longer, and he quickly fled back to Wayne manor, tail tucked between his legs.