Catwoman

Selina was one thing but Catwoman? She was fine as fuck. Her leather costume wrapped around her figure in just the right places. Her flared hips, her cleavage, her slim waist. If there was a woman who exemplified an hourglass figure, it was Catwoman. She was so sexy that Aaron paused to take in her curves.

A duffel bag hung on her left shoulder. Whatever was inside the bag must have been stolen.

"Looks like the cat is out of the bag," Catwoman began. The lenses of her goggles changed in shape as it sought to see through the light disrupting her vision. "Is it security? ARGUS? Bats?"

"None of the above," Aaron replied, turning off his phone. He changed the timbre of his voice slightly so that she wouldn't recognize him.

"Hmm…I have no idea who you are, but you messed with the wrong thief." She smirked, red lips curling upwards, and then grabbed the zipper on her costume's collar.

Ziiiiip!

She pulled it down, nice and slow, until her breasts were exposed. She leaned forward, arching her spine, as her zipper went down, down, down, exposing her supple body. Aaron was taken aback.

'Why…is she stripping?'

Her hoop-shaped zipper slid down till just above her crotch, exposing her navel. She reached into the inside of her hip and pulled out a whip.

Her ass raised high, fingers touching the floor, she launched at him. Stunned by her little strip dance, he was unable to respond with all his might.

Against an ordinary person, the first strike would have ended it.

Aaron was no ordinary man.

Her whip came down on him and his synapses activated. He dodged by the skin of his teeth and adrenaline pumped him to do it again. Somehow, through sheer instincts, he was granted the ability to dodge each and every one of her lashings. He wasn't wearing protective armour nor was he experienced against a weapon of this flexibility. He relied solely on his five senses to guide him.

"Ooh~!" Slash! Her whip hit the floor, missing him by an inch. "You're good!"

Her encouragement was nothing more than taunting. She wasn't surprised or shocked. She went up against Batman on the regular. Aaron wasn't special for dodging her attacks.

While he largely couldn't see due to the darkness of the building, Catwoman had no such problems. With her night vision goggles, she could see and act in accordance to her whims. Her whip came down on him over and over again as she flicked her wrist to redirect its mark. It felt like three different whips were coming at him.

Aaron listened to the change in air. He used his feet. He moved.

Catwoman couldn't touch him.

"My, oh my! You're no feline. No, you're a stallion! Mm, I'll need to change things up," Catwoman said, voice low and sultry. This was a part of her strategy to throw him off, to catch him by surprise, because in spite of her words she continued attacking him with elaborate lashings. The writing was on the wall, however. There was no touching Aaron with her whip. His instincts were too sharp.

Once it struck her that long-distance attacks with her whip would not be enough, she switched to her true speciality: close-quarter combat. She dropped the duffel bag and exploded at him in a burst of speed, like a cheetah pouncing on its prey.

He avoided her fist and he could feel the tremor of surprise in her body movements. Then, she extended her claws out and slashed at him. He ducked and weaved her claws, finding her movements easy to see through. He grabbed her by the wrist and stopped her completely.

"We should talk," Aaron said. That was the only reason he was here, after all: to talk to her. He had no interest in Catwoman besides giving her his thoughts.

"No thanks!" Catwoman attempted to knee him in the crotch. Aaron blocked it with his own knee but that gave her the space to escape his grip.

Catwoman sent several lightning-fast jabs. She was good. Very, very good. Without the duffel bag hampering her left shoulder, Aaron could only dodge and weave, unable to push his arms for a counterattack.

He was **** to move as they engaged in hand to hand combat. Walking back slowly as she overwhelmed him with a mixture of punches, elbows, and claws. It was like watching two masters at work. A man and a woman acting in perfect harmony. It was graceful, not at all barbaric like most fights. Swift and soundless as the night.

'Left, right, step back–'

Her claw nicked his mask.

'Crap,' he thought. He wanted to strike back but she was too fast. He could see the smirk spread across her lips. On the outside, of course, he made no show of a disadvantage.

While she was clearly more skilled than him and perhaps a step faster, Aaron was stronger, focused, and twice as durable. Her momentum could be stopped as soon as he came close and feigned a counterattack. The darkness was also hindering his movements. If only he could see…

He stepped back thrice, gaining distance. Catwoman paused and glanced at the open window. It was her escape route and it was close. Too close. That was the moment it dawned on him. Her intention the whole time–it was to create space and run away. Her hands disappeared to touch her grappling hook. In an instant, she was on the ultra-thin edge of the window, her dump truck of an ass sticking out towards him. The shiny black leather backside did wonders for her figure.

Catwoman twisted back and blew him a kiss.

"Next time, kitty~"

With another swift use of her grappling hook, the duffel bag returned to her.