White Rabbit takes Batman back to her apartment.

Despite his every intention of grabbing her and slamming her against the ground, he remembered only slowly following her as she led him out of the yoga studio back into the main gym. Though he had not been directly looking at them, he could see all of the **** bodies he had left behind in his pursuit of the woman who had captured him when they moved. He remembered feeling another wave of disgust, thinking of how casually she regarded the men who had only fought against him because she had **** them.

“I have a place just across the street,” White Rabbit announced blithely. “Though I guess you already knew that.”

Batman recalled trying to put together what he knew about Jaina with her motivations, as easy as they were to determine. It seemed impossible that she could carry on a double life so effectively that she could have gotten off a plane earlier and had two separate incidents involving the tail in the same night, including one happening while she had been on the plane serving as a pretty strong alibi. That being said, she hadn’t denied being Jaina when he’d accused her earlier. Given her identical voice and features, could it really be possible that this was a twin?

He remembered suspecting that he could find out soon enough as the two of them walked out of the gym into the cool night air. His thoughts at that point were about relying on the attention of pedestrians near the gym. Without the ability to turn his head, there was no way to signal any of them, but surely some of them must have seen him and known something was wrong, right? And hopefully they wouldn’t be looking at her sashaying before him just to get entranced by her tail like him, right?

That was what he remembered thinking as he and White Rabbit strode uncontested across the street. She hadn’t bothered to look either way before stepping into the street; he remembered half-hoping that a car would come by and strike her, but no such occurrence happened as the two of them reached the other side. He remembered wondering how long it would take for someone to discover the **** bodies in the gym. Would they have to have woken up on their own first for anyone to discover them? Would they even be alert enough to do anything on their own anyway?

Another memory hit him as he remembered… a memory within a memory? It had felt like trying to look through an entirely different set of eyes.

The memory in question was something he had heard the Riddler say. Back when he’d thought Batman was about to be exposed to the hypno-wheel, he’d accidentally revealed that the programming of it was supposed to compel him to obey the first voice he heard after exposure.

He remembered cursing himself for forgetting this information when it could have served him best. Alfred had very nearly been the first to speak to him after he’d been caught by the tail. If only he’d asked Alfred to keep him in check while he fought her. If only Alfred had spoken just a few seconds earlier…

White Rabbit led him over to the side entrance to the apartment building. He had guessed that the door to get in had to be locked from the outside, judging by the small black sensor just to the side of the doorframe. As Batman stood there **** to stare at her, White Rabbit made an exaggerated showing of feeling about herself for a key.

“Oh, darn,” she announced. She used both hands to pull out the bust of her corset, allowing her to peek beneath but not him. She still apparently could not find it, and with her limited amount of clothing, she was just about out of places to look. “I must have left it in my other pants.” She reached down to her waist, running her gloved fingers along her right thigh in a fake attempt to locate the key she needed.

Locked on her, it was not like his eyes were roving about her as she groped herself. Batman remembered not wanting to let her affect him, but he still suffered a brief moment of distraction from his current… or then predicament… as she trailed her fingers along the front of her underwear.

Not that it would have mattered.

“Let me try this way,” White Rabbit decided. She raised her frisking fingers up, fluttering her gloved hand several times in front of the sensor. Moving the hand closer and turning it over, the woman flicked her wrist. “Open sesame.”

The sensor beeped, emitting a small green light for an instant. Clearly, she had a key fob around her wrist below that glove. White Rabbit almost hesitated before reaching out to test the door, grabbing the handle and pulling on it at the speed of a snail.

It swung open behind her gentle prodding, leading her to nod in a melodramatic manner. “I’ve got the magic touch,” she declared, switching the handle to her other hand to fully open the door. She proffered the fingers of her right hand up between the two of them. “I bet you’re just dying to feel it.”

Batman remembered hating the admittedly-alluring, voracious nature of her voice. Rabbits were not supposed to be predators, but this woman who called herself one upended that trend, and she luxuriated in the control she held over him. He further remembered how much he hated himself for falling victim to her whims, wishing he could go back and change things to prevent this from ever happening.

“Come on,” she urged. “Come with me, Batman.”

She didn’t move at first, so all he did was take another step closer to her, where his body automatically stopped. Taking the initiative, White Rabbit reached out with her “magic touch” right hand to grab his own right hand. Twirling around to once again put her back to him, White Rabbit pulled him in closer, beginning a slow walk through the open door, which appeared to be rigged to close at just the same snail’s pace at which it had been opened.

The two of them strode by an adjoining stairwell into the main hallway, moving at a speed of barely one step per second. Batman’s arm was draped over her right shoulder, giving him a completely unusable opportunity to strangle her from behind. He recalled wanting to revel in **** her out, but as with everything else he remembered, he was unable to act on anything he wanted in the moment.

And while he remembered being disgusted by it at the moment, he similarly could do nothing with their cuddle-walking to ignore the intimate contact between them. White Rabbit took great care to keep her butt attached to his front. Every step she took, she swiveled her soft, bulbous, practically-bare bottom against him. Even with the enormity of the globes dragging across his mesh carbon fiber outfit, he still somehow remembered feeling like she was expertly targeting the exact parts of his loins to titillate him the most.

“Hmm,” she teased, throwing in an extra-exaggerated swivel on her next step. Though her back had been turned to him and he’d had no way of turning his head to check, he had had no doubt that her smirk was stretching from ear to ear. “I think my tail is growing.”

If he could have, Batman remembered that he would have averted his eyes in shame. Like with everything else in that moment, he had absolutely no control over anything his body did. And though he would never have admitted it, he remembered feeling somewhat glad to have had the excuse-

He immediately- or, as close to immediately as could possibly be considered in his condition- cut off that line of thinking. That sort of thinking bordered on complacency. He remembered resolving to continue his efforts to escape, even if it all seemed hopeless.

And even if her “tail” was still growing.

“Ooh, Batman,” White Rabbit giggled. “Tell me you love me.”

He would have rather have told her to go to hell. “Love you.”

“I know,” she replied, giggling even louder. “I can feel it.”

How long had they been stalking down this hallway? He recalled passing by door after door on either side, mentally begging for someone to hear White Rabbit’s moaning or giggling and open their doors to see what was happening. She wasn’t being particularly loud, but someone had to have heard it, right?

Batman remembered loathing the thought that he needed to rely on a random person for help at this point. Even if someone opened their door to demand she keep her voice down, what would they do next? Call the police? In all likelihood, if White Rabbit didn’t immediately hypnotize them, they wouldn’t think that this obsequious, unresponsive man in a batsuit was the real Batman. And even if they did, they wouldn’t surmise that he needed any help given present company.

He had no help coming from anyone here, and with Alfred ensnared by the same trap that had felled him, that left Batgirl as his only hope. How long would it take her to notice Alfred sitting passively at the Batcomputer? He did not know how her repairs on the Batwing had progressed, but he had to assume that she was nearly done. As soon as she noticed Alfred, hopefully she’d know how to wake him up and come rescue him.

Finally, after what had to have been over three full minutes of cuddle-walking and butt-swiveling, the two of them stopped in the elevator lobby. Without the ability to turn his head or even his eyes, Batman could only remember guessing that the main entrance to the building was on their left. He had no idea if there was a receptionist or security staff on duty, but as with his suspicions about getting help from the tenants of the building, he had had no expectation of being saved by anyone over there.

She stalled with the two of them standing just beside the only elevator in the building. Rather than pressing the button to summon the lift, White Rabbit simply swayed in place, this time moving his upper body with her rather than simply slide her buttcheeks against him. She had positioned herself so that her rabbit-tail was tucked right above her Bat-tail. Even with the light armor between them, it felt as if they could not be more connected with how her swaying manipulated its curvature.

Batman remembered groaning, an indication that even though he had no direct control over anything in that moment, some of his natural reactions were still in place. He dimly remembered making that kind of connection with the people he had fought in her gym; they had lacked the ability to communicate, but their reactions had been mostly the same as those from people who fought him who hadn’t been affected by her tail. He then had recognized- a long time after he should have- that he had been able to blink ever since he’d been exposed to her tail as more evidence that his basic bodily functions were still in order. As was his involuntary arousal.

“Mmmmmm…” White Rabbit moaned, slowing their swaying. Absently, she reached out with one hand to probe the wall for the call button. “Tell me you love me.”

He remembered feeling no differently this time than he had the first time she’d requested it. “Love you.” If anything, he only remembered feeling more hatred.

“Love you,” Alfred’s intoned through his ear. White Rabbit hadn’t specified that she had wanted Batman to answer that time, which must have prompted Alfred to answer as well. Once again, despite having Alfred’s voice physically closer to him than hers, he sounded less distinct than she did. Actually, he somewhat remembered a slighter echo behind Alfred’s voice that time, albeit one that sounded… less British?

The elevator pushbutton made an audible click as it was finally pressed. White Rabbit rotated their oscillating figures to the side to put both of their backs to the elevator doors. Batman recalled once again hoping that someone would coincidentally be in the elevator at this hour, someone who would be able to correctly recognize the situation he was in and be able to know what to do to help.

A few more sways later- ones that transitioned to her grinding against him up and down more than side-to-side as had been the standard the last few minutes- the elevator doors parted with a chime. No gasps emerged from behind him, no grumbles, no abbreviated steps, nothing.

Once again, he was reminded that he was alone.

White Rabbit suddenly ceased swaying, abruptly turning around. With a sly tilt of her head, she placed a not-so-gentle palm against his chest. She pushed him backwards, not enough to knock him off balance but forcing him to backstep into the elevator.

Batman’s back hit the far wall of the box, White Rabbit’s face filling his vision as the elevator doors sealed behind her. Her self-satisfied smirk deepening, White Rabbit got up even closer to him. The hand against his chest was replaced by her own chest, her thick, thinly-covered breasts condensing upon his firmer pectoral muscles. The woman balanced on the toes of her left foot, fully leaning against him with one hand on his shoulder and another against the wall behind him.

Her right leg, in the meantime, raised between his planted legs, knee sliding up to the bulge there. The slightest of hitches caught his breath as the knee made contact, which White Rabbit must have noticed given the way she cocked her head again. Nudging his bulge from left to right, she brought her face inches away from his, visibly savoring her complete dominance over him.

She hadn’t even bothered to press the button to take the elevator up to her floor. The statement she made was obvious; they were going to be alone in this metal box for as long as she liked.

“Tell me you love me,” White Rabbit ordered a third time.

“Love you,” Batman obeyed automatically. He remembered wanting to knock her over onto her back and slam the back of her head into the floor, but the monotone, scripted response was the only he was permitted to give.

“Love you,” Alfred repeated, accompanied by that same altered echo behind him. It sounded like it was an echo coming from his end of the line rather than the earpiece itself. What was causing it?

“Of course you do,” White Rabbit cooed. Then she leaned in and kissed him.

Her lips fully melded with his, giving him the memory of a sweet mint twisting into the creases of his mouth. As usual, he was incapable of moving without her command or input, allowing her to angle her kiss whichever way suited her. She slanted her head in slight motions, all the while putting more **** into her kissing, pinning his cowled head into the wall.

She paused after a few seconds to take a breath but gave him little opportunity to collect his, immediately resuming her oral advance on him. She moaned against his mouth, using her teeth to gently pry down his lower lip. White Rabbit thrust her tongue into his mouth, moaning into the awaiting cavity. The hand against his shoulder shifted up to capture his jaw, holding his mouth open and keeping his head in place for her own explorative benefit.

Batman was **** to remain against the wall, unable to do any of the things that would normally happen in a kiss like this (which he absolutely would not have done anyway), such as closing his eyes or pushing back with his head to get off the elevator wall. His eyes simply remained open as she made out with him, mostly staring into the white hair on her head that he knew to be a wig but still looked entirely too real.

White Rabbit compressed his bulge as she pulled back for air again, forcing a pained **** out from his lips. He was unable to draw breath before she returned to her one-sided kiss, the meager amounts of oxygen filtering through his nose being captured by her mouth before it could leave his. Her tongue swirled around his open mouth, as if trying to absorb the last traces of air in his body.

He remembered nearly blacking out when White Rabbit finally released him. Not to give him a reprieve, really; the hand buffering his jaw drifted around to the back of his head, pulling his face down to her neck. As Batman drew sharp inhales to try to recover his breath, he was **** to press his open lips against her snowflake choker and upper chest. He was still able to breathe in those panting heaves, but he was treated to the tastes of warm silk and even warmer, sweat-moistened flesh.

Batman remembered trying not to let himself enjoy it, as difficult as it was. White Rabbit had had no such restrictions, openly moaning in carnal delight as she felt his lips on her collar. The elevator walls lightly bounced back the noises she made, making him recall how he’d felt like she had surrounded him.

After she either deemed Batman to have recovered enough breath or she had gotten all of her enjoyment from him inhaling her choker, she moved her hand back under his chin. Lifting it, she set his head back against the elevator wall to resume kissing him. His captor loosened some of the pressure between his legs, but her knee remained in place to serve as the ever-present threat to reapply it.

White Rabbit moaned into his mouth once again, playing with his tongue. This bout of kissing was slower, more deliberate than before, allowing each of them to regain more breath in between their one-sided rounds.

Whenever she pleased, she would raise and lower her knee into his balls, either to coax a reciprocal whine or gasp into her mouth or just because she enjoyed making him respond to her. Perhaps it was both. Regretfully, he recounted how her intercrural stimulation was building him up to what was going to be a very humiliating orgasm through two layers of clothing. Was her end goal just to inflict that kind of humiliation on him?

To whatever end, White Rabbit prolonged this makeout session for several minutes, varying the **** her knee used on him. The elevator simply remained in place, the only sounds being those from within reverberating around the walls. No one came to help, to watch… it was as if the two of them were the only people to ever exist within this box and it would always remain that way.

Finally, after what he could only recollect having assumed was a lack of interest in continuing to balance on one foot overtook her, White Rabbit ceased her **** on his mouth and slowly lowered her right foot back to the ground. She still remained standing on her toes so that she could look directly into his unfocused eyes, allowing him to see the self-satisfied smirk had survived their time in the elevator.

Considering, White Rabbit turned her head to her right, eyes flicking up toward the upper corner of the elevator. Though he had been unable to directly track her line of sight, Batman remembered thinking that she was likely looking up at the camera in the elevator. He could have imagined looking at the footage himself and finding the events of this evening mirroring those from the previous week when White Rabbit had been in it with Jacek. The only differences would have been that she had been dressed in formalwear rather than a playboy bunny’s attire, and Jacek had been replaced by a hypnotized man in a tight-crotched batsuit.

Never had Batman been more thankful to have worn black, as it had served as his only hope that no one could see the stains from the precum he had spilled. Forget using the shadows to his advantage; he just hoped the contrast in lighting above and below the bulge would help disguise its enlarged size.

The corner of her mouth had already been upturned into a smirk, but he remembered seeing it tighten at that moment, as if she were blowing a kiss at the camera. There wouldn’t have been anyone actively watching it, though that was a moot point. She had no reason to care about whoever might have been on the other end; it was only about amusing herself, as best as he could tell.

Finally- following a slight booty twirl for the camera’s benefit- White Rabbit took two steps back from him to go over to the elevator buttons. He remembered her pressing the button to take them to the eighth floor, which was where he remembered-remembered entering her apartment earlier. The elevator responded almost immediately, rising upwards at a brisk pace.

White Rabbit was back upon him about halfway to their destination, placing both hands upon his cheeks and sliding her right foot inside of his left ankle. “I bet we’re going to have a night neither of us ever forget,” she whispered, tickling his exposed skin. “By the time we’re finished, you won’t ever want it to stop.”

He remembered wanting to turn his head away from her touch, but as with everything else he’d wanted to do, it was something he never could have acted on no matter how hard he tried. It had occurred to him that there was every chance that the Riddler had specifically programmed his device to cause the kind of sensory lock that he experienced. Perhaps the criminal had intended to **** Batman to experience all of the frustration he himself had endured through his failed attempts to defeat him.

White Rabbit leaned in as if to kiss him again, but held back with her lips a fraction of an inch away from his. She exhaled softly on his lips, gracing them with the warm impressions of her satisfaction. Another tease, as she frequently enjoyed doing.

The elevator arrived at its destination on the eighth level, racketing to a halt with some audible creaks above them. Batman remembered hoping to see someone waiting to help him as the elevator doors opened. White Rabbit’s face filled most of his vision anyway, but he heard nothing that would make him think someone had just arrived behind her. Yet another hope dashed.

“Come on,” she whispered over his lips, tickling his skin with her breath. She remained pressed up against him for several more moments despite her invitation to follow. When she finally began to pull back, her foot tugged down on the back of his ankle.

With expert precision, she used her foot to push against his calf in just the right way to make him fall to his knees. White Rabbit “caught” him in much the same way she had earlier when she’d tripped him and made him fall against her buttcheek. Only this time, she ensnared his chin using the slight gap between her corset and her cleavage.

Giggling, she squatted a few inches. There was only marginal skin contact between them with how she was pulling up on her bust. Even still, the bottom of his chin dug into the softness of her left breast. He remembered wanting to pull his head back quickly, even though the touch beckoned for further exploration, promising sweet satisfaction.

White Rabbit lifted her bust under his jaw a little further, making him angle his head up to look at her. She stared down at him through half-closed eyes, taking in shallow breaths amid her hunger. “Follow me, Batman.”

“Follow you,” he mumbled automatically.

She unceremoniously dropped her hold on him, making him fall fully onto his knees. White Rabbit swiveled her hips around to walk out of the elevator. She didn’t move at first; obviously, if there was one thing she loved as much as teasing him, it was taking her leisurely time.

In her wake, he got another look at her tail. The hypno-wheel still appeared frozen to his vision. His delayed thinking noted how- even after what had to have been close to ten minutes since his last exposure to the tail- he was likely just as affected as he’d been the last time he’d seen the tail. That did not bode well for his chances of waiting out the clock. He remembered wondering whether he would feel any symptoms if he were even close to outlasting her attention.

White Rabbit took a small step forward, but flinched when the elevator doors began to close. Grunting, she took a much larger step forward as the doors neared each other. She kicked her other foot out toward the bottom of the entryway.

Her boot just barely managed to slip in between the doors just before they sealed shut. Detecting the obstruction, the elevator beeped and the doors reopened back into their slots, freeing her foot.

Batman remembered wanting the elevator alarm to go off, before immediately realizing how useless that would be. Elevator usage alarms were never of any note and wouldn’t be heard by anyone not actively inside of it anyway. His hopes were staked on all the most random of chances, and unlike his captor, he had no lucky rabbit’s foot.

She scoffed, finally moving with some semblance of speed as she turned back to face him. “Hope no one’s waiting for the elevator,” she commented surly. “I don’t like to be rude.”

White Rabbit finally stepped out of the elevator, waiting for him to follow. The vigilante soon did, crawling two paces to put himself between the elevator door before robotically climbing to his feet. He stalked after her as she turned left down the hall, keeping his head neutral.

She purposely slowed down to allow him to catch up to her, though not resuming the cuddle-walk they had done on the ground floor. Batman remembered once again being disappointed to not find any potential witnesses in the hallway. His visit to her apartment earlier in the night fresh (or not) in his mind, he knew that there were very few opportunities left for someone else in the building to catch them. He recalled that if his memory served correctly, Jaina’s apartment was the second door on the right.

Upscale apartment complexes like these typically did not house people who wandered the halls, he figured. His impression of Jaina earlier in the night had been of a woman who had been under a lot of stress, but he hadn’t quite seen this side of her that he should have. If only he had more strongly investigated her from the start, maybe he wouldn’t be in this position.

A lot of his regrets bore deep on him in those moments.

White Rabbit hummed something to herself as she approached the door he’d expected to find. Like with the exterior door to the building, it appeared to require a key fob to unlock. The woman made no grand jokes about whether she needed to find a way in this time. She simply drifted her gloved hand up in front of the door’s sensor.

It clicked, flashing green momentarily on its upper lining. White Rabbit placed her hand down on the handle, twisting it down and placing her shoulder against the door. Here, as he remembered expecting her to do, she paused, turning her body back to face him. Her other hand drifted down her thigh, tugging downward gently on the thong strap there.

“Shall we?” she asked, leaning further against the door to open it. Gesturing inside, she pushed it fully open, holding it with her back to the door frame to allow him to pass her inside.