"Keep Your Enemies Closer"--Batgirl/Catwoman
Kink-Bingo fill for Confined/Caged. Babs and Selina get locked in a small box. It's kind of awkward, even if Selina would prefer a different Bat.
This was bad. Batgirl cursed herself for being so stupid and cursed her luck for who she'd gotten locked in a small metal box with.
She could feel Catwoman moving--or trying to move--and thought about making a crack about the older woman's size. No--immature and pointless. Catwoman was all lean muscles--except for amazing curves that should've been impossible for a female athlete.
Criminal, Barbara Batgirl reminded herself. Stealing's not exactly an Olympic sport.
She felt a hand on her side--"Hey!"--then on her belt.
"I want to get out here," said Catwoman. "And unless you can reach my boot, I need to see what Daddy sent you out with today."
"He's not my father," said Batgirl. Good. I mean, we didn't really need that opportunity to definitely build up the secret identity.
"Mmm. I was hoping you and Bird Boy weren't related."
Huh?
"I can tell," said Catwoman. She groped for the next canister on Batgirl's utility belt. "Even if you apparently can't."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Batgirl, grateful that it was too dark for Catwoman to see that she was blushing.
Catwoman laughed--low and throaty, the way she sometimes did when she had a clawed hand draped behind Batman's neck. "Whatever you say, Bats."
Which was--Batgirl really hoped Catwoman wasn't one of the people who called Batman that. This was...well, okay, it was already pretty awkward.
The cage--or cube since a cage would've let in some light and air--lurched. There was somehow enough room for Catwoman to fall on her, her claws digging into Batgirl's shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Sorry." Catwoman started to push herself up, slipping, moved her hand, and started again. "You didn't get this belt from him, did you?"
"It's mine," said Batgirl, trying not to think about how she'd just been (accidentally) felt up by Catwoman. "I put it together. Wait, how do you--"
"I've stolen four of them," said Catwoman. "Oh, what? It's just like 'forgetting' something in a man's apartment. Except a little bit more...proactive."
"Uh-huh," said Batgirl.
"And much more useful. Why don't you just tell me where you keep the acid and I'll--"
"Why would I--where do you even buy acid?" asked Batgirl. "I can't exactly shop at Supervillains R Us in this outfit!"
Before Catwoman could say anything, they were falling.
There wasn't much room, but they still managed to land in a tangle.
Those are her legs Batgirl thought. Oh god, I'm between Catwoman's legs, and I think my head is on her stomach. And there are at least several thousand people who'd love to be right here. Batgirl grimaced. Or at least see this right now. "Um." She could feel Catwoman's arm moving.
"Don't take this the wrong way," said Catwoman, and the purr was completely gone from her voice, "but you're not the Bat I would've chosen for this."
Batgirl had a moment to figure this out as she heard Catwoman's boot on the ceiling. "Ew."
"Like you've never thought about it?"
"No," said Batgirl. What would it be like to be trapped in here, like this, with Batman? Except, ugh, he was her dad's friend, and Robin's...well, basically Robin's dad even if she wasn't quite sure what she and Robin were right now. "You just thought he was--"
"I knew he wasn't," said Catwoman. She shifted and hissed--Batgirl thought she might've gotten jabbed with one of the ears on Batgirl's mask.
Batgirl defeats the notorious Catwoman with a bat-ear to the boob. "And there's no way he'd fit in here with you," said Batgirl.
"I'm very flexible."
"I noticed." Batgirl could not believe she'd just said that.
Catwoman's arm was moving and so was her leg, and then moving underneath Batgirl. As Catwoman arched her back, Batgirl felt herself start to slide a little bit lower. Which didn't really mean anything since they were just deadly adversaries--who didn't kill, but still, adversaries--and it was just part of the escape plan. Which Batgirl didn't actually know about, but something about acid and lying between Catwoman's legs.
There was a low hissing noise right above her--so probably not Catwoman--and she could feel and hear Catwoman kicking overhead. "Feel free to join in," said Catwoman.
"How am I--"
"Use your back," said Catwoman. "I'm not in the mood to cuddle."
Batgirl got up and pushed with her hands, then tried with her back. Her cape was making what sounded like a really bad noise, but she wanted to get out of there, and maybe she wouldn't still be blushing by the time they could see each other.
One vicious kick and another heave, and there was light and air, and Batgirl was standing up. Catwoman grabbed her by the wrist, used Batgirl to pull herself up, and kissed her.
"Thanks for your help," Catwoman said in a low, sexy voice. Batgirl didn't know if she wanted more or if she wanted lessons on how to talk like that. Catwoman lightly ran a claw over the bat on her chest. "But next time, send the big bad Bat."
"Yeah, well, next time...get a job," said Batgirl. Oh, yeah, that'll show her, Barbara.
Catwoman blew her a kiss and strolled away. Batgirl started to go after her--being stuck in a box did not make up for being a repeat offender--and realized Catwoman had handcuffed her to one of the handles on the box. With Batgirl's own bat-cuffs.
This was worse.
This was bad. Batgirl cursed herself for being so stupid and cursed her luck for who she'd gotten locked in a small metal box with.
She could feel Catwoman moving--or trying to move--and thought about making a crack about the older woman's size. No--immature and pointless. Catwoman was all lean muscles--except for amazing curves that should've been impossible for a female athlete.
Criminal, Barbara Batgirl reminded herself. Stealing's not exactly an Olympic sport.
She felt a hand on her side--"Hey!"--then on her belt.
"I want to get out here," said Catwoman. "And unless you can reach my boot, I need to see what Daddy sent you out with today."
"He's not my father," said Batgirl. Good. I mean, we didn't really need that opportunity to definitely build up the secret identity.
"Mmm. I was hoping you and Bird Boy weren't related."
Huh?
"I can tell," said Catwoman. She groped for the next canister on Batgirl's utility belt. "Even if you apparently can't."
"I don't know what you're talking about," said Batgirl, grateful that it was too dark for Catwoman to see that she was blushing.
Catwoman laughed--low and throaty, the way she sometimes did when she had a clawed hand draped behind Batman's neck. "Whatever you say, Bats."
Which was--Batgirl really hoped Catwoman wasn't one of the people who called Batman that. This was...well, okay, it was already pretty awkward.
The cage--or cube since a cage would've let in some light and air--lurched. There was somehow enough room for Catwoman to fall on her, her claws digging into Batgirl's shoulder.
"Ow!"
"Sorry." Catwoman started to push herself up, slipping, moved her hand, and started again. "You didn't get this belt from him, did you?"
"It's mine," said Batgirl, trying not to think about how she'd just been (accidentally) felt up by Catwoman. "I put it together. Wait, how do you--"
"I've stolen four of them," said Catwoman. "Oh, what? It's just like 'forgetting' something in a man's apartment. Except a little bit more...proactive."
"Uh-huh," said Batgirl.
"And much more useful. Why don't you just tell me where you keep the acid and I'll--"
"Why would I--where do you even buy acid?" asked Batgirl. "I can't exactly shop at Supervillains R Us in this outfit!"
Before Catwoman could say anything, they were falling.
There wasn't much room, but they still managed to land in a tangle.
Those are her legs Batgirl thought. Oh god, I'm between Catwoman's legs, and I think my head is on her stomach. And there are at least several thousand people who'd love to be right here. Batgirl grimaced. Or at least see this right now. "Um." She could feel Catwoman's arm moving.
"Don't take this the wrong way," said Catwoman, and the purr was completely gone from her voice, "but you're not the Bat I would've chosen for this."
Batgirl had a moment to figure this out as she heard Catwoman's boot on the ceiling. "Ew."
"Like you've never thought about it?"
"No," said Batgirl. What would it be like to be trapped in here, like this, with Batman? Except, ugh, he was her dad's friend, and Robin's...well, basically Robin's dad even if she wasn't quite sure what she and Robin were right now. "You just thought he was--"
"I knew he wasn't," said Catwoman. She shifted and hissed--Batgirl thought she might've gotten jabbed with one of the ears on Batgirl's mask.
Batgirl defeats the notorious Catwoman with a bat-ear to the boob. "And there's no way he'd fit in here with you," said Batgirl.
"I'm very flexible."
"I noticed." Batgirl could not believe she'd just said that.
Catwoman's arm was moving and so was her leg, and then moving underneath Batgirl. As Catwoman arched her back, Batgirl felt herself start to slide a little bit lower. Which didn't really mean anything since they were just deadly adversaries--who didn't kill, but still, adversaries--and it was just part of the escape plan. Which Batgirl didn't actually know about, but something about acid and lying between Catwoman's legs.
There was a low hissing noise right above her--so probably not Catwoman--and she could feel and hear Catwoman kicking overhead. "Feel free to join in," said Catwoman.
"How am I--"
"Use your back," said Catwoman. "I'm not in the mood to cuddle."
Batgirl got up and pushed with her hands, then tried with her back. Her cape was making what sounded like a really bad noise, but she wanted to get out of there, and maybe she wouldn't still be blushing by the time they could see each other.
One vicious kick and another heave, and there was light and air, and Batgirl was standing up. Catwoman grabbed her by the wrist, used Batgirl to pull herself up, and kissed her.
"Thanks for your help," Catwoman said in a low, sexy voice. Batgirl didn't know if she wanted more or if she wanted lessons on how to talk like that. Catwoman lightly ran a claw over the bat on her chest. "But next time, send the big bad Bat."
"Yeah, well, next time...get a job," said Batgirl. Oh, yeah, that'll show her, Barbara.
Catwoman blew her a kiss and strolled away. Batgirl started to go after her--being stuck in a box did not make up for being a repeat offender--and realized Catwoman had handcuffed her to one of the handles on the box. With Batgirl's own bat-cuffs.
This was worse.