Batman visits Catwoman and Catgirl

With nowhere else to go, his partnership with Batgirl broken off, and having been turned into the world’s chinniest hero by the sadistic Harley Quinn, Batman tracked down Catwoman for help keeping Gotham safe. Of course, first he had to wake up from his little ass-smother-induced Batcave snooze, and clean out the Batsuit of yet another load of his semen, and attempt a meditation to gather himself only to end up succumbing to his intense new emotions and frantically jerking his hard dick to the thought of Batgirl’s all-conquering ass until he shot his load all over his freshly-cleaned batsuit, but… after all of that, he tracked down Catwoman to ask for help.

“Ah! Bru- Batman!” Catwoman jumped as she flicked on her apartment light and saw the Dark Knight standing ominously in the corner.

“Selina.” Batman greeted her in his deep voice, then turned his head towards the awestruck young girl dressed up in a tight pink-and-black mask and bodysuit, complete with pink gloves, standing behind the mature and curvaceous leather-clad body of Catwoman. “Who’s she?”

“Selina, is that BATMAN?” the girl asked in a whisper. Catwoman didn’t respond.

“Batman, this is Catgirl. I'm taking her under my wing and training her. Say hi, Catgirl."

Catgirl lifted her hand and gave a shy wave, stepping out from behind Selina to get a better look at the legendary man before her.

“Wow…”

“Alright, hold on. If you’re here, then it’s got to be something important. Give me two minutes to do something, and I’ll be right back.” Catwoman said. She lifted a finger and wagged it between the two. “You two get to know each other. I’ll be right back.”

Catwoman turned and left the room, leaving Batman and Catgirl in the room together. Catgirl turned to Batman, clearly starstruck, and began to slowly prowl towards him.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Batman..." she purred.

“How long will this take?” he asked stoically.

“Not long,” she replied. "How would you feel about a light spar, Batman? Catwoman's been training me up, but she won't let me go out and test myself yet. I’d like to see where I’m at…"

The young Catgirl smiled and began nuzzling the side of her face into Batman’s shoulder, purring. Batman hesitated and took a half-step back.

"Uhh, I don't know about that..."

"Mrow, don't worry about hurting me, you can be as rough as you like…" she assured him seductively, trying her luck with Gotham’s greatest defender.

“Alright, so what’s the- CATGIRL?!” Catwoman said, walking back into the room in shock.

"Selina!" Catgirl jumped to her feet from where she’d been kneeling. At the base of her long, shapely legs lay Batman, lips slightly parted and limbs outstretched like a starfish, chest slowly rising and falling with his breath.

“WHAT THE FUCK!” Catwoman yelled. "Did you- why is he...? Did you KNOCK Batman OUT?!?" she asked, rushing over to his side and kneeling beside him.

"I didn't mean to! Since when is he so delicate!" Catgirl defended herself.

“Jesus Christ girl, you can’t just…” Catwoman lifted one of his eyelids with a thumb, to get a look at the unresponsive rolled-up eye underneath. “Oh, nope, he’s gone. Damn, you really got him good, what the hell did you do?”

“I don’t know! I just… knocked him out, I guess!”

"Oh my god, you can't-" Catwoman brought a hand to her mouth, and stifled a laugh. “That’s… actually sort of funny. Did it take long? Did he give you a good fight?"

Catgirl’s mouth made a small smile, shifting from its previous look of panicked guilt. “It was only the second punch, actually..."

"Hahaha! Wow, just two?” Catwoman laughed, turning back and taking Batman’s face by the cheeks to roll it side-to-side. “But he's so totally out right now. Like, he's not just groggy on the floor recovering - he's taking a full-on catnap."

"Right?" Catgirl cocked a proud grin. "He's in DEEP, isn’t he? Like, unresponsive deep. Pfft, you should've seen his face right before, Selina - he was totally begging me not to fight him."

"Oh, god, that's...” Catwoman swallowed. “Wow, I wish I'd seen that. Well, uh… haha, nice work I guess. Here, help me sit him up, I'll see if I can slap him awake."

The two of them got either side of the sleeping usually-intimidating man, and hoisted him up to sit back against a nearby wall. Though neither woman said it, the experience was making them both feel a bit hot and steamy. And lifting a limp Batman to a sitting position was a rush of power like no other - no other except that of slapping him HARD across the face several times, and watching his head swing from it.

Catwoman stood back, hands on her hips, and bit her lip as she towered over The Batman. He was a real sight, head lolled down towards his chest, arms limp out by his sides, legs extended out at a forty five degree angle, and face slightly red from the sting of her hand. Her hand. Whatever the young girl she’d been training had done, she’d done it very well, because The Batman was not stirring.

"No good, huh?” she tsked, sounding disappointed, but loving every fucking second of how out he was. “Damn, girl, you did a real number on him. I mean, I've never- this is BATMAN. You knocked out /BATMAN/. Cold and stiff. Damn.” She bit her bottom lip some more, thinking as her kitty began to moisten. Her student. Her training. No chance a Robin would ever be able to put her out on the floor this hard. In a large way, this was her victory as well - she’d trained the girl who apparently had no trouble doing what none of his myriad villains could do for years. And she was SO going to rub it in his self-absorbed face later.

Catwoman bent over, accentuating her leather-clad round ass, and balled her fists up. “What did it look like? Like this?” she asked, moving her arms, slowly demonstrating a two-punch combo onto the Dark Knight’s jaw, pushing his head along with the slow motions and feeling her heart flutter.

“Aha, no, it was… it was a left straight and then a right hook.”

“Oho, so like /this/…” she mused, doing another demo. The movement of her arms and shoulders pushed and squeezed her large boobs together, and her dainty little fists were rocking Batman’s head around like a bobblehead. “Hah, yeah, that’d do it. Lights out Caped Crusader. Nice going.”

"Does this mean I can start going on patrol with you?" Catgirl finally asked the question she’d secretly been thinking since the moment he hit the floor, excited.

"I guess it does. No arguing you're ready after… this." Catwoman said. She kicked Batman's side lightly with her toes, just as a testing prod, and his body shifted then slumped over onto its side. She gasped involuntarily. “Holy fuck... he's really, REALLY just... geez..."

The two women stood in silence for a while, staring down at his body all tangled up in his cape, feeling feelings. Finally it was Catgirl who broke the silence.

"So, is this..." Catgirl hesitated. "There's not multiple Batmen, right? This is the same one who fights Bane, and Killer Croc, and all of those guys? The same guy who's protected Gotham for years?"

"Yep,” Catwoman replied. “And you knocked his lights /clean/ out."

As her eyes scanned his body, they stopped, and her eyes widened in amazement. "And apparently he liked it."

"What do you mean?"

Catwoman was covering her mouth with one hand to stifle a laugh, as her other hand gestured down at him.

"It looks like you stiffened him out in more ways than one."

Catgirl turned her head, and stared. Beneath the Batsuit a clear pole was tenting the material, twitching and throbbing and bobbing around. The young protege was awestruck. “W-Woah, did I really...?"

"You did. Damn. Not bad," Catwoman’s ruby lips curled into a smile as she strutted over, bent seductively at the hips, and placed a hand over it, feeling the pulse and throb. “And from the feel of things, you got him real close too."

She peered back over her shoulder. "Hey, I think this deserves a real celebration. Why don't the two of us pop this champagne cork and lap up whatever comes out?"

"Would that be okay?” Catgirl asked “This is Batman..."

Catwoman grinned and turned back, hand running down her tight catsuit and rubbing gently over her wet kitty through the tight leather.

"And what's /he/ going to do about it?"

Catgirl bit her bottom lip and squeezed her thighs together as her heart picked up. "Oh god, Selina, that's so hot, just... that's so bad..."

"Well, I'm feeling a bit bad tonight," she said, bending down and taking a better position to leer at his cock through the batsuit, hands moving to set it free. "And you should too - you just cold-cocked Gotham's hero and savior with a couple of clean hits. You're a /bad/ girl now. So, let's be bad together..."