Catwoman, Catman, and Batman make three

Batman stared at Catwoman as she pointed her crossbow, loaded with a love dart, directly at him. Seconds before, she had sprayed him with an antidote potion, freeing him from Marsha's control. Now, Catwoman was about to sink her own claws into Batman’s heart.

"No time to react, must try to resist!" Batman thought, as he mentally prepared himself for the **** induced euphoria he was about to endure. He had previously been able to fight off the effects of Marsha’s dart, that is, until she shot him with a few more. But with days of being under Marsha’s spell, would he have the resolve to fight off Catwoman? She was exceedingly attractive…

Catwoman noticed Batman’s internal anguish and smiled, and to Batman's surprise, she lowered the crossbow.

"Relax Batman," she purred, and instead of shooting a dart, she grabbed her antidote bottle and sprayed it into Robin's (or Catman's) face.

Batman's eyes went wide as he watched his ward sputter and cough. Robin fell to his knees, as Catwoman stood above the pair.

"Catwoman!" muttered Batman. "What's the meaning of this?"

"I'm simply keeping my word, Batman. I told Robin that I had no intention of making you my slaves. I just wanted to test the antidote. Can you blame me for wanting to have a little fun before we went after Marsha?" she stroked Robin’s cheek with her claw.

Robin grimaced. "Holy lack of consent, you used me like some kind of... sex toy!"

Catwoman shrugged. "I thought you needed the experience, you were so **** to please me. And everyone knows I can't resist a man in uniform."

"You're despicable, Catwoman," said Batman.

Catwoman pouted. "Oh Batman, words hurt, you know. You should be thankful I don't have you both licking the soles of my boots right now. But as I explained to Robin, crime is no fun if there's no Batman to get in my way. Plus, you and I both know I don't need a **** to get you to love me."

"Delusional as always, Catwoman," said Batman, though in his mind he knew he always had harbored a strong attraction to the villainess. "But it's true, I suppose I should thank you for being a more honorable criminal than Marsha." He turned to Robin. "Are you ok, old chum?"

Robin nodded. "I think so. Once I get out of this Catman costume, anyway."

“Why Robin, how ungrateful,” interjected Catwoman. “The costume was for your own protection, there’s a million-dollar bounty on your head, remember? Plus, you look so much more handsome now.” Robin’s face flushed a deep crimson.

"She has a point, Robin it may be safer for now if you keep the costume. Let's get going to Marsha's hideout to free the Commissioner and the Chief." He turned to Catwoman. “Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free, Catwoman. We’ll be back for you once we’ve restored a semblance of order to the city.”

“Hold it right there, Batman,” said Catwoman. “I’m coming with you. I want to be there when Marsha realizes she’s completely, utterly failed. The nerve of that woman, to think she could steal you away. It drives me up the wall!”

“Out of the question.” Batman replied, squinting his eyes.

Catwoman raised her eyebrows. “Oh well, I guess we’ll just get back to our fun then, Catman.” She raised the crossbow to Robin’s chest.

“Wait!” said Batman. Catwoman grinned. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to have you along. But no funny business!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Catwoman replied.

“Holy unlikely team up!” Robin sighed.

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Marsha lay relaxing on her divan, gazing at her reflection. It was only a matter of time now, soon she would have Robin and Catwoman in her clutches. She would rule the city, every citizen would worship her as the goddess of love!

Marsha heard a gong, announcing a guest. In walked a young woman, flanked by two of Marsha’s guards. She was quite pretty, with long, red hair and blue eyes. It was Officer O’Leary’s wife, Allison.

“Ah, you must be Allison, we’ve been expecting you.” Marsha drawled. “My name is Marsha. Come, sit next to me and relax.”

Allison gave an unsure smile. “Um, hello. I’m not sure what’s going on, my husband asked if I could meet him at this address. Is he here?”

“Yes darling, of course. O’Leary!” Marsha called, clapping her hands twice. O’Leary entered, now dressed in the Arabian Nights costume of Marsha’s guards.

He didn’t even look at Allison, instead, he kneeled before Marsha, taking her hand. “How may I serve you, my queen?”

“Darling, your wife is here. Don’t you want to say hello?” Marsha smirked.

“My wife?” O’Leary looked confused, then noticed Allison. “Oh, hello,” he said, before turning back to gaze at Marsha.

Allison frowned “John? What are you doing? Is this some kind of joke?”

Marsha patted O’Leary on the cheek. “She’s very attractive, your wife. You’re a lucky man, darling.”

“She’s nothing compared to you, you’re gorgeous, perfect, a goddess!” O’Leary sighed.

“Ok, this isn’t funny, what the hell is going on?” Allison was starting to get angry.

“There’s nothing funny about it, darling, your husband just loves me more than you! Don’t you?” Marsha grinned, and pulled him into a wild, passionate kiss.

“You bitch!” Allsion yelled, and started towards Marsha before being grabbed by the guards.

“Jealous? Don’t be, darling. You’re about to join us.” Marsha reached to her table and grabbed her makeup compact.

“What are you talking about?!” Allison asked, as she struggled against the guards.

“This. Breathe deeply, darling,” Marsha said, as she blew across her compact, sending pink dust blowing into Allison’s face. Allison coughed, but immediately felt the effects of the ****.

Marsha eyed her. Her previous potions hadn’t worked on women, but Hilda claimed this new one would do the trick. “How do you feel, darling?”

Allison closed her eyes. “I feel… good! So…. goooood.”

Marsha smiled. “And how do you feel about me?”

Allison looked at Marsha. She’d never really been attracted to women before, but something about Marsha was driving her wild. She was so beautiful, so perfect!

“Marsha… oh Marsha… I… need you! I… love you!” Allison sat next to Marsha on the divan, their faces only a few inches apart. Allison took her in, smelled her perfume. She needed this woman.

“And your husband?” Marsha asked.

“Who?” Allison replied, lost in Marsha’s eyes.

“That’s better, darling. Now, let’s have some fun.”

Marsha took Allison into her arms and gave her a deep, slow, kiss. Allison was in sensual overload, she’d never been so turned on in her life. John was rock hard, watching his mistress kiss his wife. He started kissing Marsha’s shoulders and neck, unable to contain himself.

Marsha turned to him and smiled. “Oh, a husband and wife set. Well, now I have something to pass the time while I wait for Batman. Take off your clothes, darlings.”