Is Catwoman on the straight and narrow? Or will she be using Cupid's Arrow?

Robin felt conflicted. He felt extremely strange to be in Catwoman's lair, working together with one of his arch-enemies, yet at the same time, he was very grateful for her help. Her knowledge of chemical engineering was greatly superior to his own, and she was rapidly making progress.

"Look here, Robin," Catwoman said as she peered into a microscope. "These compounds suggest that Marsha's **** is concentrated with female pheromones."

"Oh, uh-huh." said Robin as he looked into the scope, pretending to have any idea what he was looking at.

"They have to be Marsha's own pheromones, which means that the **** would only work for her. So you can stop worrying about me sticking that dart in you, little birdy." Catwoman placed a hand on Robin's shoulder.

Robin blushed. "I wasn't worried about that," he lied. "I... Trust you Catwoman."

Catwoman smirked. "Relax. You're a bad actor."

Robin sighed. "Fine. But you can't fault me for being cautious!"

Catwoman stroked her black cat, Hecate. "Of course not, I wouldn't trust me either. But believe me, until Batman is freed, we have a truce. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"Catwoman, I'm honestly impressed," said Robin. "With your science skills, you could be making great contributions to the betterment of society. Why waste them on crime?"

Another smirk crossed Catwoman's lips. "It's simple, my little chickadee - crime is more fun!"

Just then Catwoman's phone rang. She answered, listened for a few moments, then hung up.

"Apparently there's something on the news we need to see. Switch on the television set."

Robin walked over and turned it on. Batman appeared on the screen, flanked by Gordon and O'Hara.

"People of Gotham, it is a dark day. Robin, my former partner, has turned to a life of crime. He needs to be brought to justice, which is why we're offering a one million dollar bounty to anyone who can bring him in alive. Robin, if you're watching this, just surrender. I promise it will make things easier. This is Batman, signing off."

Robin was stunned. Catwoman rested her arm on his shoulder.

"Gee, you really must have ticked Marsha off. She'll have the whole city looking for you now."

Robin took a step away from her. "Don't get any ideas, Catwoman!"

"Again, you've got to relax. If I was just in it for the money, I'd let Marsha keep control. No Batman and no police makes crime very profitable. But so, so dull."

Robin couldn't help but be tense. The fate of Gotham, and Batman, rested on his shoulders.

Catwoman stretched. "It's very late. The chemicals need a few hours to situate, we should get some rest."

Robin realized how tired he was. He was wary about sleeping around Catwoman, but he was no good to anyone if he was exhausted. "Alright. Good idea."

Catwoman headed toward her bedroom, then stopped and leaned seductively against the doorframe, one arm behind her head, her legs crossed, accentuating her curvy hips.

"Care to join me, Robin?" she said, in a sweet voice that was dripping with sensuality.

Robin's cheeks turned crimson. "Catwoman, I.... I..."

Catwoman rolled her eyes. "That was a joke, bird brain. You're sleeping on the couch." She turned and left the room.

"Oh. Right." said Robin, to no one.

****

Marsha was pleased.

"Well done, Batman darling! You're starting to redeem yourself, that was an excellent idea."

Batman had just finished making his televised announcement, placing a bounty on Robin. Marsha grabbed the back of Batman's head and pulled him in for a hard, sloppy kiss. Her left hand rubbed Batman's crotch. If there was a part of him that felt guilty over turning the entire city against his young ward, that part evaporated when he felt the pure pleasure of his mistress's hand caressing his manhood. He was completely hers.

Marsha grinned as she saw Batman's eyes roll back in his head. She continued rubbing his crotch as she spoke.

"Once we've captured Robin, we won't need the pretense of Batman any longer. You'll become my King of Diamonds, and will have the honor of pleasuring me every night and day. How does that sound, darling?"

Batman could hardly contain himself. "S...so... gooood,. M-maarshaa..."

Gordon and O'Hara had both become painfully hard watching Marsha's seductive display.

Marsha stopped, and abruptly stepped away from Batman. "Good, darling. Now let's get back to my flat, I need my beauty sleep. Your cages are waiting for you, darlings."

Marsha headed for the exit, followed by her mesmerized minions, when she suddenly heard, "Stop right there!"

In front of her was Sgt. O'Leary, one of the police officers that had been present when O'Hara had stolen the Pretzel Diamond for her. Marsha's eyes went wide.

"What's the meaning of this? You dare command the Queen of Diamonds?"

O'Leary looked nervous, but determined.

"I'm placing you under arrest, Marsha. I'm not sure what you did to these men, but I know they'd never act like this without ****, and I won't stand by and watch any longer!"

Marsha feigned surprise. "****? These allegations are unfounded, darling. Batman, the commissioner, and the chief obey my every command simply because they're madly in love with me. They want to please me. Isn't that right darlings?"

"Your merest wish is our ultimate command, Marsha!" said Commissioner Gordon, with Batman and O'Hara nodding in agreement.

"Whatever the reason, it's turned the city into chaos!" O'Leary drew his gun and pointed it at Marsha. "I'm placing all of you under arrest!"

Before O'Leary had even finished his sentence, Batman had darted forward, knocking the gun from the officer's hand, and landing a strong uppercut on O'Leary's jaw, knocking him to the floor, ****.

Marsha clapped her hands. "My hero, darling!" Again, she kissed Batman furiously, leaving pink lipstick marks all around his mouth. She whispered into his ear, "At this rate, you'll be earning a very lovely reward."

Marsha turned to O'Hara and Gordon. "You two, pick up the officer here. We need a few guinea pigs for Hilda's new potion."

"Yes, your highness!" they replied, and began dragging O'Leary to the exit, while Marsha walked arm in arm with Batman.

*****

"Rooobin. Little Rooobin, wake up!"

Robin's eyes snapped open. Catwoman was standing over him, her face only inches from his own. He jolted upright.

"You're cute when you're sleeping. I was so tempted to take a peek under your mask, but you have enough trust issues as it is." Catwoman said with a sly smile.

Robin stood up. "Um, thanks, I guess." He didn't really know what to do; Robin wasn't used to waking up in a villainess's lair.

"So, what's our next move?" he asked.

"First things first, boy blunder. Breakfast." She sat at a table where there was already fresh fruit, and appropriately for Catwoman, a saucer of milk. Robin half expected Catwoman to start lapping the milk up with her tongue, but Hecate jumped up on the table and started drinking it.

Robin sat down at the table, he was starving. He grabbed an apple and bit in. "So how much longer will it take to create an antidote?"

Catwoman waved her hand dismissively as she popped a few grapes into her mouth. "Oh, it's already done. I've already been up and working for a few hours."

Robin excitedly stood up. "If it's done, what are we waiting for? We have to find Batman and use it on him!"

"Relax, Robin. I assume it's done, I still need to test it."

"Test it?" Robin asked. "How?"

Catwoman pulled her hand from underneath the table. She was holding a small crossbow, loaded with a dart. She fired it into Robin's left arm.

"On you, of course," Catwoman said, sweetly. "Oh by the way, did I forget to mention that I also synthesized my own version of Marsha's love potion?"

Robin felt pure panic for a second or two, but that was quickly replaced with a feeling of euphoria. He felt good, better than he ever had! He looked at Catwoman. He had always known she was beautiful, but she now appeared radiant before him. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen!

He sank to his knees. "Catwoman... I... I love you! I need you! I'm yours to command!"

Catwoman smiled. "That's more like it, Robin. Tell me more!"