A Robin and a Cat conspire against a Bat

Robin raced through the Gotham City streets, trying to process what just happened. It was a huge risk going into Marsha's lair, but Robin now felt confident it was worth it. He'd confirmed that Batman was completely under Marsha's control, but more importantly, Robin had been able to get one of Marsha's love darts.

"Once I get that dart to the Batcave, I can analyze it and start synthesizing an antidote to Marsha's ****," Robin thought to himself, before realizing something. "The Batcave won't be safe anymore, Batman would expect me to head back there."

Robin reached for the Batphone, and spoke into the received. "Alfred, it's Robin. You and Aunt Harriet aren't safe at the Manor anymore, take her and the Bat Diamond and get to someplace safe outside of the city. I managed to get one of Marsha's darts, I need to use it to somehow find a cure for her ****. Stay safe."

Robin hung up the phone and took a deep sigh. Alfred was leaving. The police were at Marsha's mercy. Batman was Marsha's loyal love ****.

He was all alone, in a city gripped by chaos.

Suddenly, as if on cue, Robin saw the Batsignal flash across the sky. "Commissioner Gordon and Chief O'Hara are still being held captive by Marsha, so who could've activated it? It could be a trap!" Robin thought.

But, trap or not, he could never turn down someone potentially asking for help. He drove off in the direction of police headquarters.

********

Meanwhile, back at Marsha's lair, the Queen of Diamonds was still fuming about Robin's escape.

"I can't believe Batman's bumbling!" she shouted while angrily pacing back and forth. Aunt Hilda was listening idly, while stirring a large cauldron. "Robin was the one person still standing in my way, and Batman just let him escape with one of my darts!"

Aunt Hilda frowned. "Really dearie, is Robin that big of a problem? He's so young, after all."

Marsha glared at her aunt. "Yes Hilda, Batman and Robin are quite troublesome when they have their backs to the wall, and Robin is certainly in a tight spot. I have Batman, I have the police, so he's ****! There's no telling what he could do, especially since he has one of my darts. He could be using it to find some kind of antidote as we speak!"

Hilda waved her hand. "Tut Tut dearie, I'll simply come up with a different kind of potion. You'll have the birdy eating out of your hand next time he pops out of his nest to pester you."

Marsha shook her head. "No, it's no good just waiting for Robin to make a move. We've got to find him." She pushed a button on her intercom. "Grand Mogul! Send Batman to my boudoir. He and I need to have a little chat."

When Marsha entered her boudoir a few minutes later, Batman was waiting for her, his hands gripping the bars of his cage.

“Marsha, my love! I’m so sorry, please, let me make it up to you!” said Batman, desperation in his voice.

Marsha scowled at him. “Silence, you Bat-buffoon! I am still furious with you, and trust me, you will be punished. But for now, I need information. Tell me, what do you think Robin’s next move will be?”

“Well… he’ll try to find some way to come up with a countermeasure to your love darts. But it won’t work, my love for you is too strong!”

Marsha rolled her eyes. “Yes, darling. But where would he go? The batcave?”

“No my love, he knows that’s the first place I’d look for him. He needs a chemistry lab, he’d probably go to Gotham University. Let me go, I’ll find him and dispose of him for you!”

Marsha smiled, and went and lay down on her divan. “Not yet, darling. You’ll remain in your cage until I’m through with your punishment. And I no longer want Robin dead. He just humiliated me. I want him dragged before me, I want to see the look on his face when he realizes he’s about to fall madly in love with me, and become my ****.”

She pushed a button on her intercom. “Grand Mogul. Get the word out - Robin is to be brought to me alive. Send some guardians to investigate Gotham University. And, send in a ****. How about… Mr. Davis.”

“Yes, your highness.”

A few moments later, Marsha was joined by a handsome young man.

“How may I serve you, my Queen?”

Marsha smiled. “Come here, darling.”

Davis joined her on the divan, as she took him into her arms and kissed him passionately. Marsha lowered his head to her breasts, he began to kiss and suck them as she stared at Batman, still in his cage.

“Your punishment, darling. This could have been you, if you hadn’t failed me so miserably. Now, watch me fuck this fine specimen, and think on your failure.”

Batman was in agony as he watched his Queen and her servant begin their love making.

“Robin will pay for this!” he thought, rage consuming him.

*******

Robin stepped carefully onto the roof of Police Headquarters, the Batsignal shining brightly in the sky. He scanned the area, it appeared that no one else was on the roof. "Definitely a trap," he thought.

The light suddenly went dark, leaving Robin's eyes momentarily blinded as they adjusted to the lack of light. He saw movement, a lone figure stepping out in front of the Batsignal.

"Who's there? Show yourself!" Robin called out.

"Robin, my little chickadee, how nice to see you again," said a sweet and smooth voice. Robin recognized it instantly As his eyes began to adapt to the dark, he could make out her unmistakable figure. Impossible curves, long shapely legs, covered up in a shiny black catsuit.

"Catwoman! I knew this was a trick!" Robin exclaimed.

"Is that anyway to greet an old friend Robin? No, 'hello, how are you?'" Catwoman purred.

Robin placed himself in a fighting stance.

"You're no friend of mine Catwoman. I trust you've been enjoying the state the city's in right now!"

Catwoman wagged her clawed finger at Robin.

"Tisk tisk and another tisk, Boy Wonder. You've judged me harshly. I can't stand what's become of Gotham, and particularly our caped crusader. Batman in the clutches of an other woman? It's an outrage! Everyone knows that it's me who should have her claws in the Bat. Marsha needs to be put in her place!"

Robin scoffed. "Well, at least we agree on one thing, Catwoman. And I WILL stop Marsha."

Catwoman smirked. "And how do you expect to do that, little Robin? Marsha has Batman, the police, and the criminal underworld at her command. Plus, who's to say she won't do to you what she did to Batman?"

"What she did was **** him, with this." Robin held up the dart. "She calls it a Love Dart." Robin knew Catwoman was right. The odds were definitely against him, and if he couldn't find an antitode, he was at risk of becoming one of Marsha's love slaves.

Catwoman raised her eyebrows. "Ahh, there it is. I assumed it was some sort of ****. I only wish I'd been able to come up with something like that. Give it here, bird boy!"

"You must be joking!" said Robin. "I've got to use this to find an antidote!"

Catwoman slinked toward him. "And tell me Robin, do you have much experience in chemical engineering?"

Robin felt nervous as she drew nearer. "Well... no."

Catwoman lightly traced a claw on his chest. She was so close that Robin could smell her sweet perfume. His heart was racing.

"And I suppose Batman's cut you off from your Batcave, so you don't even have the necessary resources to craft an antidote?"

Robin sighed. "Alright Catwoman, you've made your point."

Catwoman smiled. "My point, dear birdy, is that I have both the experience and resources to find an antidote for Batman's little infatuation with that diamond loving hussy. After all, I've ****, gassed, or poisoned you and Batman countless times."

Robin grimaced. "Holy knockout, don't remind me, Catwoman. But if you think I'm just going to hand over the dart, you've got another thing coming. I'll be coming with you and monitoring your progress every step of the way, to make sure you don't try any funny business."

Catwoman shrugged. "Very well Robin. I can always use another lab rat anyway. To the Batmobile!" She started making her way towards the building's fire escape, leaving a stunned Robin in her wake.

"She doesn't get to say that..." Robin muttered to himself, before jogging to catch up to his unlikely ally.