Somewhere else.

They had stopped, alright, but not at Wayne Manor.

Even through the heavy tint of the limousine windows, Bruce's encyclopedic knowledge of the city streets and skyline told him they were somewhere near the docks.

"What the-?" Tommy said, disentangling himself from Selina. "What's going on, Mac?" He rapped on the completely tinted driver's window.

Nothing.

"This is ridiculous. You can't even get a good driver in this fucking city anymore. Hold on, guys," he said, making himself decent before stepping out of the limo.

Moments passed with just Bruce, Selina, and Peyton in the back of the car, still panting from their frenetic fuck session.

"What's taking him so long?!" Peyton wondered, rolling her eyes. "Excuse me, you two." She made for the door.

"Ms. Riley, please, let me go," Bruce offered in a gentlemanly tone. At the very least, he stood less chance of getting pneumonia.

"It's alright, my man, my problem. Just... talk amongst yourselves," Peyton replied, with a sultry wink.

Wearing nothing but her panties and heels, Peyton stepped out of the limo. Bruce had to admit, the young woman had nothing to be ashamed of.

Alone, Selina caught his eye.

"Bruce, if I had known your friends were this much fun..." the naked thief exclaimed, stretching out.

"Tommy's an old friend. Ms. Riley, on the other hand..." Bruce exhaled.

"You could've fooled me, Bruce." Selina smiled impishly. "The things you were doing to her could make a girl feel second-rate... if she wasn't already burning with envy."

"You have a thing for blondes?" Bruce asked with a smile. Selina nodded slightly.

"I have this one girlfriend, you wouldn't believe her..."

Deciding not to waste any more time in their brief reprieve, Bruce leaned forwards, Selina's splayed thighs accepting him in short notice.

Selina seized his chin and kissed him strongly, her emerald eyes burning into his. Just as he was about to enter her, something else seized the cat burglar's attention.

"Can you hear... hissing?" Selina began. What followed next happened too quickly for either of them to react to.

From multiple points across the limo, thick clouds of sickly smelling green gas issued forwards. Every door and window clicked firmly shut as the cloud engulfed both Catwoman and Batman. Neither had a chance to suck in a lungful of clean air.

Bruce's vision swam as he breathed in the gas. Before he lost consciousness, the last thing he saw was his lover in a similar predicament.

-

Minutes later, the limousine's door opened. Peyton surveyed the **** couple. Kyle was on her back, Bruce slumped next to her. Like Tommy said, she was to gag and tie them both up, then bring them into their little base of operations. But first, she'd grab her gown. It was getting chilly, even with the workout she'd be getting.

"Leave the threads, toots." The puppet in her hand said, staring at her bare breasts. "Scarface likes the view!"