He outmaneuvers her

She had loosened the tension of the lasso just enough for Batman to slip free, but he was faster, turning the tables with practiced precision. He didn't just escape; he used the momentum to coil the glowing rope around her, securing her hands behind her back. As she struggled, the rope shifted, tangling between her legs and cinching firmly across her chest. She gasped as the golden cord tightened against her most sensitive points—her ass, her core, and her hardening nipples. Her body betrayed her, flushing with a sudden, overwhelming heat.

She slumped against him, breathless and flushed. "It was fun teasing you, Bruce," she panted, her voice trembling with forced vulnerability. "But let me go, please."

He didn't move. Instead, he leaned in, his mask inches from her face. "It’s funny how things have reversed, isn't it? Tell me, Diana—why were you really so furious when we apprehended Selina?"

Diana stiffened. She was terrified that if she admitted the truth, he would turn his tactical mind toward dismantling her pride. To be the legendary Princess of the Amazons, only to be reduced to a woman obsessed with a man—and not just any man, but a broken, billionaire playboy—was humiliating. She had agreed to that ridiculous magazine photo shoot just for a chance to be near him, and now, he was forcing her to confront the very feelings she had been desperately hiding.

"You really are dense," she whispered, her eyes dark with a mix of frustration and raw desire. She arched her back, pressing her body against his to try and break his legendary concentration. "You play the part of the brooding billionaire so well that you’re blind to the truth. You’re just a rich boy with a lot of issues, and you have no idea how to handle a woman who is your equal in every way that matters."

"Nice try," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he held her gaze. "I'm still waiting for the answer."

With a ragged breath, she gave in to the pull of the lasso and the proximity of his body. "Fine. You want to know why I was mad? Because watching you look at her was beneath me. It was an insult to my station, and to yours." She leaned forward, her chest brushing his armor as she lowered her voice to a challenging purr. "I didn't come here to play superhero, Bruce. I came here because I wanted your attention—and I hate that you’re too stubborn to see that I’m the only one here who actually challenges you."

Batman stared at her, the silence stretching between them, thick with tension. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and flicked his wrist, releasing the magical knot. The lasso fell away, leaving her breathless and free, but trapped by the proximity she had just created.

"Is that so?" he asked, his hand moving to her waist.She had loosened the tension of the lasso just enough for Batman to slip free, but he was faster, turning the tables with practiced precision. He didn't just escape; he used the momentum to coil the glowing rope around her, securing her hands behind her back. As she struggled, the rope shifted, tangling between her legs and cinching firmly across her chest. She gasped as the golden cord tightened against her most sensitive points—her ass, her core, and her hardening nipples. Her body betrayed her, flushing with a sudden, overwhelming heat.

She slumped against him, breathless and flushed. "It was fun teasing you, Bruce," she panted, her voice trembling with forced vulnerability. "But let me go, please."

He didn't move. Instead, he leaned in, his mask inches from her face. "It’s funny how things have reversed, isn't it? Tell me, Diana—why were you really so furious when we apprehended Selina?"

Diana stiffened. She was terrified that if she admitted the truth, he would turn his tactical mind toward dismantling her pride. To be the legendary Princess of the Amazons, only to be reduced to a woman obsessed with a man—and not just any man, but a broken, billionaire playboy—was humiliating. She had agreed to that ridiculous magazine photo shoot just for a chance to be near him, and now, he was forcing her to confront the very feelings she had been desperately hiding.

"You really are dense," she whispered, her eyes dark with a mix of frustration and raw desire. She arched her back, pressing her body against his to try and break his legendary concentration. "You play the part of the brooding billionaire so well that you’re blind to the truth. You’re just a rich boy with a lot of issues, and you have no idea how to handle a woman who is your equal in every way that matters."

"Nice try," he said, his voice dropping an octave as he held her gaze. "I'm still waiting for the answer."

With a ragged breath, she gave in to the pull of the lasso and the proximity of his body. "Fine. You want to know why I was mad? Because watching you look at her was beneath me. It was an insult to my station, and to yours." She leaned forward, her chest brushing his armor as she lowered her voice to a challenging purr. "I didn't come here to play superhero, Bruce. I came here because I wanted your attention—and I hate that you’re too stubborn to see that I’m the only one here who actually challenges you."

Batman stared at her, the silence stretching between them, thick with tension. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he reached out and flicked his wrist, releasing the magical knot. The lasso fell away, leaving her breathless and free, but trapped by the proximity she had just created.

"Is that so?" he asked, his hand moving to her waist.