White Rabbit starts to undress him.

He remembered walking into the apartment, finding it to be just as dark as it had been earlier. The mid-morning hour made for some long shadows, not that those were new for him. Batman’s years of creeping through darkness allowed him to stroll into Jaina’s apartment and notice how the pile of empty bags he had seen in her apartment earlier had all been moved out of the living room, or at the very least, had been moved out of the middle of it. He remembered thinking that a few of them had been moved into one of the far corners. Obviously, Jaina had had some thought to clean up the place after his visit.

“Hold it, honey,” White Rabbit murmured, her hand suddenly grabbing his shoulder from behind. He stopped in place, being guided to turn around back to face her. The door softly shut behind her, darkening the interior of the apartment even further. Even still, her face framed by the white wig- and the sultry smirk therein- were very conspicuous. “Aren’t you going to take off your coat?”

Batman would have huffed if he could even have managed that. He was **** to stand there as she took another step closer to him and combed around his upper body with her hands. Her touch felt far too soothing for what she had planned. She had no right to match such intentions with such delicate mannerisms.

When both of her hands mounted his shoulders, Batman remembered fearing that she would attempt to remove his cowl. While one of her hands trailed across his cheek again, she fortunately made no move to unmask him.

Instead, her hands moved back to his shoulders, trying to find a notch or clasp from which she could pull off his cape. His cape had no such release, at least not one that was accessible by hand. Of course, White Rabbit could not know that. Either way, whether she cared about finding one or just wanted the excuse, she spent a rather lengthy time investigating his upper body and fondling him.

He remembered his breath quickening as she worked. He remembered her noticing. Afterward, she added some squeezes to her hand inspection.

Following several laps around his upper body, White Rabbit’s left hand stopped tracing around its oft-repeated trail and slid downward. She took her time- naturally- in getting to his waist. Her gloved fingers rubbed against the inside of his pelvis, making him involuntarily groan. She smirked.

Her hand then moved lower, wrapping around the burdensome bulge that had been built from his pants several minutes ago. Batman’s breath got caught in his throat, then quickly came out in another, louder groan. He once again recalled cursing the Riddler in that moment, but in truth, the Riddler wasn’t the one to blame for how his body reacted to her.

“Mmmm…” she hummed, obviously very pleased by said reaction. “Can you get it? My hands are full.”

Batman remembered crossing his arms under hers, inadvertently embracing her as his right hand met his left gauntlet. White Rabbit let out an appreciative moan, scooting into his arms. He did not need to see what buttons he pressed, but he knew them to be the correct sequence when his cape detached from his suit, slinking into a small knap on the ground behind his ankles.

“There, isn’t that better?” she asked rhetorically. Her other hand moved down to his waist as well, trading off with her left hand to grip his bulge from the other side. “I’ll get this one. Come a little closer.”

White Rabbit then unclipped his belt, taking a hold of the heavier half and pulling it off to her left. Batman could not see her hand as she lifted it behind him, but he had seen a wall-mounted coat rack next to the door on his way in. Considering that he did not hear the belt hit the floor, he remembered assuming that his utility belt was hitched to one of the racks. He’d already had few options before being disarmed; if he didn’t find a way to get it back, he’d be left with even fewer.

His main hope still resided with Batgirl. Ideally, she would have already discovered Alfred and departed to come get him. Perhaps the silence over his communications was due to their attempts not to mess with his programming, or perhaps they were just being extra cautious to prepare her not to fall into the same trap.

“There we go,” White Rabbit encouraged. Her newly-free hand went back to his bulge, cupping underneath it as her other hand clasped directly over it. “Now, how about we-”

She cut off as a light abruptly activated beside them in the living room. Batman could not turn his head to look, but White Rabbit certainly could, turning toward the light with stark surprise on her face. He remembered his hope swelling. Had Batgirl arrived to help him?