She was lured into a trap.

With a barely audible sound, Batgirl landed on the roof of the Gotham Museum of antiquities. She stayed in a low position for a while, to see if anyone reacted to her arrival. When she neither heard nor saw anything out of the ordinary, she straightened up and walked towards the large glass skylight. As she stepped out of the shadow she had landed in, the moonlight illuminated the young heroine. Her skintight grey suit did an acceptable job at hiding her identity while doing an excellent job at showing off her body's generous curves. Long, toned legs, which ends at a nice firm ass. A flat stomach topped by a pair of ample breasts. Two deep blue eyes scanned the skylight with practised expertise, her sharp mind already going over any possibilities. Occasionally, the wind would tug at her flaming locks as they hung loosely around her face.

The skylight was completely normal, save for one thing; It was open. And musea showcasing priceless artefacts did not leave their windows open in the middle of the night. Now she knew of only one person who would enter a building through the topmost option. Catwoman. Or Selina Kyle, as she was known in her normal life. But why now. Why did the notorious burglar suddenly strike again, after months of silence? Granted, she had recently started a new study at Gotham's premier university. So Barbara, as Batgirl was commonly known, has been out of touch with the city's criminal element for some time now.

So when one of her contacts told her that the feline-themed thief was about to steal a valuable piece of jewellery, she had to check it out. Besides, a girl can only study for so long, before the need for something more adventurous rears its head. So after making sure the room beneath the skylight was empty, she attached a simple grappling hook, and slid down into the museum.

Once inside, she took a quick survey of her surroundings, and after concluding that it was quiet, made her way towards the wing she knew the jewel in question was located. As she approached the doorway leading into the correct wing, she noticed a guard slumped against the wall. A quick check of his pulse told her that he was merely ****, so she paid him no more mind, and continued on. She was about to step under the archway, and into the wing when she noticed a sign standing nearby.

"Due to a fortunate donation from a benefactor, this wing will be closed for renovation. We appreciate your understanding and apologise for any inconvenience. Please enjoy the rest of our rare and impressive collections."

'Well, that certainly explains why Catwoman decided tonight was the right time to strike.' Batgirl thought. 'With the wing closed, security will be low, and it could be weeks, or even months before anyone would notice the ring is missing.'

So moved on, deeper into the wing, noticing another passed out guard along the way, until she reached her destination.

A fairly large square room, dressed up with ancient Egyptian themes to set the mood. Paying it no mind, she had been here before during opening hours, she looked towards the centre, where on a large pedestal, a glass case held what she was here to check on; The crazy cat's eye gem. The gem was rumoured to be the largest gem to have ever been found in the Egyptian deserts, and the kingdoms finest jewel crafters had fashioned it into a ring of near priceless beauty and value. But according to the stories, the sheer worth and prestige of the gem attracted all kinds of thieves, and whoever owned it would eventually go mad from paranoia as he or she tried everything they could think of to keep it safe. That supposed value alone was enough to attract Catwoman's attention, the fact that it was also feline named, was only icing on the cake.

Batgirl cautiously approached the glass case, being on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. When nothing had happened by the time she had reached the pedestal, she was certain she had beaten Catwoman this time. After a final check of her surroundings, she looked into the case and took a shocked gasp.

The ring was gone. And in its place, was a plain old Ring Pop. Watermelon if she remembered her candy correctly. And she had no reason to doubt her flawless memory. The candy ring was the correct size, but it was a pale and cheap mockery of the ancient and priceless artefact that was supposed to rest on the velvet pillow. A peal of soft laughter made her turn around with impressive speed, and she locked her eyes with the woman she was looking for;

Catwoman.

Catwoman was standing confidently a few meters away, one hand on her hip the other behind her back, head tilted slightly sideways with a superior smile on her lips. Her goggles were resting on top of her head, just in front of the cat ears from her half-face mask. Her black leather suit accentuated every curve of her body in a way that Batgirl was slightly jealous of, she knew her own body was smoking hot, and frequently used it to her advantage in fights, but Catwoman had refined it to perfection and raised it to a whole new level. The front zipper was lowered to about halfway down, showing just enough of her bountifully breasts to be distracting, but not so much that they would spill out of her suit. The hand resting on her hip was fingering her iconic whip, and she could see the sharp steel cat nails tap against the handle.

'You're too late little bat. The ring is already mine and hidden in a place you will never find. And now, I will get another toy to play with.'

The hand she had behind her back shot forward with a blur, and a spherical object flew from her hand and landed between the two women with a loud crack. A strange mist began to pour from the sphere, and as Batgirl looked up with some alarm, she noticed Catwoman had put on a small breathing device. Only a short time had passed, but the room was quickly filling up with the mist. That, and the fact that Catwoman was using a breather, did not fill Batgirl with confidence, she had to get out of here. Unfortunately, Catwoman was blocking the only exit, so she had to fight her way past the older woman if she wanted to escape.

Batgirl, took a deep breath while she could, but even the little bit of gas she breathed in caused her some effect. She dashed towards Catwoman, but what should have been a quick sprint, was a much slower run. Still far faster than most people, but to the equally agile thief, she might as well be a snail. She saw Catwoman's hand reach for her whip, and knowing she could not outmanoeuvre her, Batgirl decided to jump to the side instead. She almost made it too, but her reduced agility from the gas made her reaction just a tad too slow. There was a crack of air as the tip of the whip snapped against Batgirls shapely behind, and the rush of pain caused her to gasp in shock, taking in deep breaths of the gas. The effect was almost immediate. She felt herself get sluggish, her muscles refused to move as she wished, and it was becoming hard to just keep moving.

Batgirl fell to the ground with a loud thud, and save for some sporadic movements, she couldn't get up again. The whole *fight*, if you could call it such, lasted less than a minute, and she was thoroughly defeated. She felt her hands being moved behind her back, and something cold and hard encircled them. With the last of her strength, she managed to move her arms, and the telltale jingle of chains told her her wrists had been cuffed together. She was flipped over, so she was laying on her back, staring straight into Catwoman's victorious face.

'Told you I would get another toy. You and I are going to have so much fun together.'

Catwoman ran her hands across Batgirl's weakened body, savouring in the young woman's helplessness while enjoying the supple skin she felt under the thin fabric of her suit. She ran her hands across Batgirl's breasts, enjoying the soft yet firm feeling of them. Going down, she ended with a hand between the bound heroine's legs and gently pressed where she knew the woman's pussy was. She saw Batgirl's eyes grow wide with fear, and she couldn't stop a small chuckle.

'Oh, you're in trouble now little bat. And you know it. But don't worry, I will take good care of you. Like this.'

She removed from her belt a small massager wand, and after pressing a button, moved it towards Batgirls crotch. A neon blue light began to glow from the handle, and the rubber head began to vibrate and a soft hum began to come from the device. Catwoman gently pressed it against Batgirl's pussy, and she watched in delight as she began to squirm underneath her. Her attempts to escape were pathetic and useless, the weakening gas made sure of that. For several minutes, Catwoman moved the vibrating toy over Batgirl's sex, the thin fabric of her suit doing nothing to protect her from the surprisingly strong vibrations. She saw batgirl's breathing increase, heard the soft moans get louder and higher every second, until finally. Batgirl's entire body became rigid and with a final piercing wail, the orgasm ripped through her helpless body with a **** that left the young crime fighter panting heavily.

Patting her toy on the head in approval, Catwoman took two leather belts from her utility belt and began to wrap one just above Batgirl's knees. The other went around her ankles, tying her legs tightly together. After a moment to inspect her handiwork, Catwoman picked up the manager, and wedged it firmly between Batgirl's legs, making sure the head was pressed snugly against her pussy. She walked over to the display case holding the Ring Pop and retrieved it with an ease born of years of stealing. Upon returning to the squirming heroine, she kneeled down next to Batgirl's head, and in a surprise move, pushed the sizable candy gem into the teen's mouth. A short bit of string through the finger hole and around her head ensured the makeshift gag would not fall out. Well, at least not until she had worked her way through the candy, but if she managed to do that, then Catwoman would have another use for that mouth and tongue.

She picked up the lithe body of Batgirl with surprising strength and made her way back to the underground garage, where her getaway car was parked. She placed Batgirl on the passenger side, and after she got in herself, repositioned her so the young woman's head was resting in Catwoman's lap. She reached between Batgirl's legs, and with a press of the button, the wand sprang back to life. As she drove away from the museum, her mind was already going through the possibilities now that she had Batgirl in her clutches.