Vigilante fuckin'

Selina's back hit the chassis of the ruined tank. As Nightwing kissed her, she ground herself against him, bodysuit against bodysuit, letting him feel just how eager she was for his cock.

The sound of sirens intensified in the distance. They'd be on top of Black Mask's boys in a matter of minutes. Luckily, Selina and Nightwing had stolen away to a different bombed-out empty lot. There was nothing here but a few slowly rusting shells of the Arkham Militia's tanks. It was this that Nightwing currently had her up against.

"I'm ready." Selina told him, as she found her feet again. Towering over her, just like his mentor had, Nightwing slowly began to unzip her catsuit.

The thief proudly thrust her tits out for the vigilante. The December air was bracing, but that was just part of the fun.

"I'm so wet for you." Selina said breathily.

"Why don't I see for myself?" Nightwing offered, pulling her suit down around her ankles, before finding his knees in front of her.

Selina's panties went down next, sodden for him.

Bringing his lips to hers, Nightwing began worshipping her eagerly. Selina moaned. She could tell, just from his tongue, how skilled and sensitive he was, that this one bedded more women, more frequently, than the Bat did.

"Oh fuck!" Selina gasped, winding her fingers into the vigilante's glossy black hair. She stroked and carressed the back of his head, greedily urging him on.

Nightwing needed no such encouragement, continuing to pleasure her for practically obscene stretches, making her entire body pulse with delight.

The vigilante was as resourceful and fearless eating Selina's pussy as he was facing down an entire crew of bad guys. As such, Selina could only withstand a few minutes of such a loving treatment, before she found herself climaxing.

"Oh! Nightwing, you're amazing!!" Selina gasped, bucking her sex against his face, faster and faster as she came.

"So I've been told." The vigilante responded.

This wasn't enough for Selina. Pulling him up, she stepped out of her suit, kicked off her panties, and turned around.

"C'mon." Selina said hungrily, jumping up onto the roof of the armored vehicle. "I need your dick inside me!"

As Nightwing joined the thief on top of the destroyed vehicle, he watched her crawl over to the gun position, and bend over it. It was a damn tantalising sight, and the vigilante found himself up against her, cock exposed, faster than he thought he could move.

Nightwing eased himself into Selina's wet snatch, marvelling at the contriction of the thief's velvety pussy, before he began to fuck her in earnest.

Seizing Catwoman by the hips, he thundered in and out of her, drawing increasingly whorish moans for the slender criminal as he screwed her.

One hand undid the clasp on her bra. It fell away, leaving her fully nude before him. His hands drifted from her hips, exploring her tits, her cunt, her legs, her throat. Her entire body was naked and willing beneath him, pleasingly goose-fleshed from the cold.

After five minutes, Selina tossed her head back and mewled in pure contentment, climaxing for a second time. Only this time, Nightwing was buried inside her, felt every vibration of the thrum of pleasure tearing through the seductive thief.

Grabbing her perfect hips once again, Nightwing redoubled his efforts, until he felt his balls begin to tighten.

Pulling out of Selina, he brought himself to climax all over her ass, painting her in his seed.

"Not... bad." Selina gasped, brimming with the delight of a post-coital haze. Maybe Gotham had found it's replacement for the Bat, in one key area at least, Selina thought to herself ruefully.

-

A few minutes later, the two lay atop the tank, catching their breath and winding down.

"So... I saw you snag a little prize of your own back in that truck." Selina mentioned, the less cock-hungry side of her slowly regaining control. "Wanna share?"

To her surprise, the vigilante nodded. Bringing up the case, he revealed a small device, like a small rifle, or maybe more accurately, a cartoon ray gun. If Selina had any doubts on who the piece of tech had originally belonged to, the jet black paintjob assuaged them.

"Remote Electrical Charge." Nightwing explained. "Used to belong to Bruce. He carried this through the entire Arkham City Incident, and last Halloween..."

"How'd Black Mask end up with it?" Selina asked.

"God only knows." Nightwing responded. "But I know his old crew have been looking for every Waynetech gadget they can. The Mask's lieutenants think it can give them the edge they need to get back on top. And fact is, they're right."

"How so?" Selina asked.

"Take a look." Nightwing responded, sitting up and passing the REC to Selina. "Bruce used that nonlethally, but look at the settings on the side. In a less... humane person's hands, that thing could fry brains left and right. A crew reverse engineers that, they've got a completely unique, silenced killing machine."

Selina examined the device, noticing the voltage setting. A wicked thought ran through her mind. Sure, the kid was cute, but this... some of Bruce's own tech, in her greedy little hands.

All it would take was one pull of the trigger. She wouldn't kill Nightwing, that was off the table. But one strong blast, she could disable him just long enough for her to scoop up her outfit and make a break for it, gadget in hand.

No, no, what am I thinking, Selina asked herself. Her situation in Gotham was precarious enough without pissing off the former Boy Wonder.

Still...