Red Hood.

Selina Kyle smiled to herself as she nimbly pounced down the fire escape, towards her getaway vehicle. The heist had gone flawlessly. Her bag was full of flawless pearls and exquisite diamonds, and best of all, the sky was one hundred percent free of anything that so much as resembled a bat. Selina loved the illicit, erotic dance of seduction she and the Dark Knight performed, but sometimes, a girl just wanted to get paid.

The world-class thief's good mood was deflated just a tad by a bullet whizzing past her head and embedding in the brick wall behind her. The round had been mere inches away from ending her burgling days.

"Ha! You missed!" Selina called out, her voice a little more strained than usual as she scrambled for cover.

"I don't miss," came a voice, male, confident and unfamiliar to Selina's ear. "That was a warning shot."

Looking up, Selina regarded the man who was holding her at gunpoint.

The painted red insignia on his body armour implied he was affiliated with the Bat somehow, despite the heat he held in his hands. Twin pistols, bulky, imposing, heavily customised and trained right at Catwoman's center of mass.

The man wore a leather jacket over his armour, and had all the fun accoutrements a vigilante might need strapped to his belt. Under the red hoody he wore, was a gleaming scarlet visor.

Selina had heard of this guy. The Red Hood was Gotham's newest vigilante, one that set himself apart by using firearms and lethal ****. He'd already taken out a few mid level players in the Gotham underworld. Word on the street was that the Hood was the one who'd thrown Black Mask out of his own office window last week.

Gulping, Catwoman prayed he wasn't hoping to add someone a bit more famous to his hitlist.

"Now that's no way to introduce yourself to a lady," Selina said. She had to resist the urge to go for the bullwhip on her thigh. She was confident she could pull one of Red Hood's hand cannons from his grasp before he had time to squeeze the trigger. Only problem was he was packing two. "Someone really ought to teach you some manners."

"If it's you, I'm down for it, Cat," he laughed, still keeping his weapons trained on her. He sounded young, Selina thought. Early twenties, as the most. From his accent, he sounded like he'd come up in the slums of Gotham, just like Selina had. A former Robin, maybe? Batsy sure knew how to pick 'em.

"So are you here for a reason, or do you just enjoy harrassing innocent women?" Selina asked, approaching the Hood, doing her level best to appear unphased by the gun he had pointed square at her.

"They change the definition of innocence again?" Red Hood chuckled. "The Guggenheim just got hit. When I look in your bag, I get the feeling I'm gonna find something interesting."

The young man's confident, almost arrogant tone sent a little thrill through Selina's submissive side. Red Hood might've been packing more firepower, and had hipper fashion sense, but it was unmistakable, there was something of the big bad bat in his demeanour. Selina was going to enjoy this.

"Okay, say you do, and say, hypothetically, of course, I somehow came into possession of some diamonds that, quite unbeknownst to me, had been boosted, what would you do?" Selina asked, drawing ever closer to the dangerous vigilante.

"I'm sure GCPD would like a word with you. I guess I'd bring you in. There's a first time for everything, I suppose," Red Hood said. "It'd be a crying shame to have to put a harmless cat to sleep."

"That sounds like a waste of everyone's time. Gordon's boys can take forever to question me sometimes," Selina pouted. "Maybe we could work something out?"

As she spoke, Ms. Kyle suggestively tugged her suit's zipper down, revealing her creamy skin to the young man, her ample cleavage, and even a red bra. She hadn't known how appropriate her choice in lingerie would be when she'd dressed for the heist that evening.

"What've you got in mind, Cat?" Red Hood asked. She could tell he was smiling under that visor of his. Not as much as he would be in a minute or two.

"What do you think?" She purred. "Batman gave you the talk, right?"

"I'm a whole different game from Batman, Catwoman," Red Hood said. Holstering one of his guns, he proved it by reaching out and grabbing the thief's tight ass. His grip was strong. Selina guessed it had to be if he wanted to break a mook's neck with his bare hands.

"Damn right," Selina said breathily. "You're no afraid to make a move, for one."

"Get on your knees, Cat," Red Hood continued. Obliging the heavily-armed fighter, Selina assumed a kneeling position, bringing her brilliant green eyes level with the sizeable bulge in Red Hood's fatigues.

Selina had lost count of the times she'd knelt like this in Gotham's back alleys or on her rooftops, whether it was in front of the Dark Knight, or much less reputable characters in her previous, less glamourous line of work.

"Take off your gloves," Red Hood commanded. Catwoman shook her head.

"Uh uh." She said firmly, as her hands went to Red Hood's crotch. "The more of the costumes we leave on, the more fun it is!"

"Ookay," Red Hood said, sounding a little bemused for once. Selina smirked. Of course the kid wasn't as used to fucking in his costume as she or Batman were. "Oh, and Cat? If I see your claws, or even think you're going to bite down, the museum'll have their jewels back on display."

Selina felt the barrel of Red Hood's gun against her temple.

"Y'know, after they clean your blood off 'em."

"Sure thing, Hoody," Selina beamed in a cheery tone. There was no denying it now, he was definitely one of Batman's. No one else had that particular charm.

Of course, Selina forgot about the gun, the heist and a lot of other things as she freed Red Hood's cock from the confines of his pants.

Damn, she thought, it's like a python! She only barely surpressed a surprised gasp, the son of a bitch didn't need to get any cockier.

One thing was certain, this former Boy Wonder had grown into one hell of a man.

"Is it always this freakishly big, or are you just happy to see me?" Selina asked, gingerly taking his prick in her hand and working it to it's full hardness.

"Little of both, Cat. Little of both," Red Hood said, his voice dripping with pride.

Selina couldn't help but compare it against the big man's. All things considered, the Bat and his protege were pretty evenly matched. According to her memory, at least. Bringing Batsy in, lining the two of them up and actually measuring, well, that could be enough fun to cause a girl, even a hardy Gotham girl, to swoon on the spot.

Selina decided to go slow. They had all the time in the world, after all. Her gloved hand slid down Red Hood's shaft, eventually, ponderously slowly, reaching his balls. Gradually closing her hand, Selina gave his sac a squeeze. Not hard enough to hurt, but firmly enough to bring pleasure. Since she couldn't see one inch of his face, Selina had to go off other cues to tell how she was doing. Judging by the Hood's breathing growing heavier, she'd say she was doing good.

"Like that?" Selina purred. The vigilante nodded. Selina was enjoying herself, too. Here was Gotham's newest, and some would say, most feared predator, and she literally had him in the palm of her hand. The tough guy act just didn't fly when Selina Kyle was working you over. She had seen Batman in situations so intimate, so compromising and needy, that if the criminals of Gotham were ever to see him in such a way, he may not be as feared as he was.

As Selina held his balls and stroked his shaft, she brought her lips to the younger man's cockhead, kissing away a beady droplet of his enjoyment. As her lips made contact with him, Selina heard the vigilante inhale sharply, and felt the gun push a little harder against her head. Catwoman was just glad his finger wasn't actually on the trigger.

Bringing her mouth down, engulfing his head in her wet warmth, Selina stared up at Red Hood, her emerald eyes blazing into his visor. She could see herself reflected in it's spotless red expanse, and damn, did she look good.

For all his bluster, Selina could tell Red Hood wouldn't last as long as other, more Batlike men, might. She didn't blame him. The Dark Knight was an old hand at getting sucked off by her by now. Hoody, well, this was his first time with her. She did have an effect on all but the most iron-willed of men, she couldn't help it.

As she brought her head down, taking most of his cock with well-practiced ease, Selina could feel him growing closer and closer. Soon, he would erupt inside her mouth, giving up his load for her, recieving one hell of an orgasm in exchange for turning a blind eye.

Well, that's what Selina thought would happen.

"Come on, come on," Selina said, after coming up for air. A long, thick rope of pre-cum and saliva dangled from her mouth to the big lug's cock as she spoke. "Cum to kitty!" She encouraged, as she worked his cock with her left hand, roughly pounding away.

"Shit..." Red Hood gasped, his breathing becoming ragged. "Not yet, not yet..."

Taking back control, the vigilante quickly holstered his remaining gun and grabbed Selina's head. Not bothering with asking permission, he thrust his cock deep down her throat, while tightly gripping the ears of Selina's cat mask as a handle to skullfuck her.

Hell of a second wind, Selina thought as her throat was brutally and repeatedly invaded. The Red Hood pounded into her mouth like it was a second cunt, attacking it as harshly and as unrelentingly as he would the base of any Gotham mob boss.

The Sirens were going to hear about this the next time they were all together. Selina thought Harley in particular, with her love of rough, abusive men, would be thrilled to hear Selina recount her ordeal.

Selina's make-up was a mess. Her lipstick, smeared all over her dalliance's cock, making it look as red as his namesake hood. Her mascara, runny from her facefuck, leaving two great trails of blackness, from her alluring green eyes to the bottom of her cheeks.

Catwoman's mouthrape continued for a few long minutes more. She gripped the vigilante's hips for support, her hands inches away from the holstered instruments of **** he seemed so proud of.

Catwoman's face was practically smashed against the Red Hood's cock as the extra time in her mouth afforded to him from his epic resurgence finally ran out. He let out a cry of sheer satisfaction as he unloaded in the thief's mouth, and what a load it was.

Once his cock stopped spurting, Red Hood released his grip on Selina's head. She appreciated being able to move at all again.

Since he'd made such an effort, Selina decided to give the Red Hood a little show as she swallowed his load, dribbling his cum between her lips for a few seconds before knocking her head back and gulping his voluminous cumshot down.

"Wow..." Selina spluttered. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time! Batman's never done anything like that..."

Truth be told, she sometimes found the Caped Crusader a little too passive for his own good. The thought of him taking her, like the Red Hood just had, was a hell of a fantasy.

"But if that's everything, maybe I'll be on my way," Selina said, taking to her feet. "It's a little past my bedtime."

The pocket change she got from these diamonds had better be worth it. It had been a long time since Selina had had to work so hard for a payday.