Robin vs Gotham City Sirens Pt. 01

This is my first submission to Literotica. As the title suggests, will be part of an ongoing series. Thinking of doing a few other things depending on story success or failure, would welcome feedback and comments.

As usual, these characters are owned by DC Comics and Warner Bros.

***

Ah, Gotham. What a place.

The clash of old gothic and neo-modern architecture. Police dirigibles gliding in the night, white spotlights dancing across streets and buildings. The incredibly wealthy shoved into the same thirty square miles as the incredibly poor, though it was the incredibly wealthy that Catwoman was concerned with.

She was on a job. It was the usual affair. The client spoke to her exclusively over the phone with something that disguised their voice. Break into Gotham First National and steal safety Deposit Box 52, and don't look inside. Classic snatch and grab.

Catwoman slid her goggles off and examined the target building from a nearby rooftop. Quintessential Gotham architecture. Blocky, chunky and too many damn gargoyles. She pulled her goggles back on again, her heads-up display activating and calculating distance and wind speed.

Batman wasn't the only one with toys.

Ugh, Catwoman thought. Last thing she needed was to be distracted. What was it with him? She knew she was a knockout. Long legs leading up to a firm round backside, slim waist and a fantastic chest that laughed at gravity. All of it was contained inside a tight black leather suit that hugged her figure like a second skin. Her suit ended in a high collar to protect her neck, while her black hair was tucked under a skullcap with goggles and trademark pointed ears. The zip of her suit was undone down to just above her breasts, exposing plenty of creamy skin and a tantalising hint of cleavage.

Catwoman was ten pounds of dynamite in a five pound bag, but the Bat seemed to have the sex drive of a rock. A celibate rock.

Pushing the thoughts away, she sprinted to the edge of the rooftop and leapt onto a cable leading to her target. She danced across it like a trapeze artist and found an unlocked window. She dropped inside like a shadow.

Piece of cake, she smiled.

A few minutes was all it took to find the bank manager's keys. She pulled out the copy of the owner's key that the client had given her and headed downstairs. Unlocking the heavy vault doors revealed rows of safety deposit boxes. As tempting as grabbing a few extras would be, this one job would take care of things for a while. She went straight for 52, sliding it out. It was heavier than she expected. She slid it into a bag and looped it over her shoulder.

"What are you doing, Selina?" a gravelly voice asked.

"Shit!" Catwoman whirled around in a fighting crouch to see a solidly-built caped figure slide out of the darkness. "You scared the hell out of me."

"I asked you what you were doing," Batman growled. "Why are you taking that?"

"The right guy paid me," Catwoman shrugged. "What do you care?"

"Don't think she knows, boss," another voice said.

Catwoman turned around to see another figure. He wasn't as bulky or as quietly menacing as Batman. He was thinner, leaner. While Batman's armour was black and grey, his was black and red. Instead of a cowl, he wore a domino mask, exposing short black hair.

"Hey, Boy Wonder," Catwoman winked at Robin. "You've gotten taller."

A muscle in Robin's jaw twitched.

"Selina, I need what's in that box," Batman stepped forward. "It's dangerous, and someone's playing you."

"Is that right?" Catwoman said sceptically. She held out the bag. "Well, come and take it."

Batman cautiously reached out. He was right to be cautious. As soon as he was close enough, Catwoman sprung forward and slammed the heavy bag into Batman's gut. He bounced back, the armour absorbing the force of the blow, but Catwoman was already making a bee line for the door. Robin stood in the way.

"ROBIN! MASKS!"

Robin fumbled with something on his utility belt and slapped on a small respirator that covered his mouth and nose. Catwoman looked behind her and saw Batman had done the same. What the...

Her legs suddenly stopped working mid-run. She fell forwards, but didn't hit the ground. A pair of arms caught her and her face landed in someone's neck. Whoever's neck it was, they smelt nice. Catwoman's brain stopped working. She felt a sharp jab in her neck.

"Ow!"

Then she slept.

***

Catwoman woke up in a cave. It smelt wet, musty. Like wet dog. No, not quite, more like wet --

Bats. Hundreds of them. They lined the walls of the cavern, chittering quietly to each other. Walkways were riveted onto the cave walls, leading to multiple open areas that were lined with work benches and equipment. At the centre of it all was a large computer terminal with a myriad of different-sized screens.

Catwoman realised she was stretched out on what felt uncomfortably like a morgue slab. Someone sat on a chair nearby, just inside her peripheral vision, watching her intently. She felt cool air on her skin. She realised more of it was exposed. Someone had pulled her zipper down a few inches!

Selina slowly pushed herself up.

"Rise and shine."

Robin was sitting in a chair. His mask and armour were still on.

"What happened?" Catwoman rubbed her eyes.

"Whoever hired you to steal that box?" Robin began. "They're working for Scarecrow. There was a new strain of fear toxin in there. Odourless and colourless. You broke the seal when you hit Br - Batman."

"Is he the one that roofied me?" Catwoman asked grumpily.

"I did," Robin answered. "Tranqing you was the best way to avoid the fear toxin's effects. It's in a crude, unrefined state -- almost nerve gas. It's why you lost your coordination and balance. A few more seconds and you would've experienced nightmares so horrifying your heart would stop."

"Aww, kind of you," Catwoman muttered sarcastically. "Now, if you'd show me towards the exit, I'll be on my way."

"Can't," Robin shook his head. "Batman's taken some of your blood to another lab. We don't have the tech here. He suspects that toxin is still in your system and the effects might re-emerge, in which case I'm supposed too..."

Robin held up a syringe as an explanation. Catwoman raised an eyebrow in surprise.

"It's also if you don't cooperate," Robin explained.

Catwoman narrowed her eyes at him. Despite his irritating cavalier attitude, he still had a broad pair of shoulders and a handsome face. "Awful lotta sass for a sidekick. Cats eat birds, you know."

"Just following orders," Robin shrugged.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Old enough to vote," Robin replied evasively.

"And drink?"

Robin was silent.

"Jesus Christ," Catwoman groaned. "I'm being babysat by the baby!"

"I'll dose you again if you'd prefer," Robin squeezed the syringe for emphasis, a spurt of fluid shooting out of the top.

"I'd like to see you try," Catwoman sneered. Pushing herself off the table, she couldn't help but notice Robin's eyes dart down to her chest. She smirked and strutted confidently up to him.

"Look, kid, we got off on the wrong foot," she purred. "I'm Selina. What's your name?"

"No names," Robin said shortly. "It's dangerous."

"A gal like me likes danger," Catwoman said smoothly, placing a hand on his chest. "Gets the engine going. Whaddya say we find someway to pass the time before the boss gets back?"

Robin's mouth fell open. This couldn't be happening. Well, it could and that was fucking great. He was too busy focusing on Catwoman's heaving cleavage to notice her clenched fist slam into his chin.

Dazed, Robin fell backwards, but his training took over and his hands came up to protect his face as he crouched into a fighting stance. Catwoman sprang into the air and slammed two hard kicks against his guard. He grabbed her leg on the second kick and ran forward, catching her off balance.

With a yelp, she fell to the floor on her back, Robin landing on her and using his weight to pin her. Her beautiful face was inches away and her breasts squashed against his armour. Plump rips the colour of red apples, dark, mischevious eyes and high cheekbones.

Catwoman felt a bulge pressing against her inner thigh.

"Ooh, Robin," Catwoman cooed. "If this is what you wanted, you only had to say."

"Shut up," Robin muttered. "It's a groin guard."

Catwoman scowled. Clearly, she was losing her touch. "Fine! Can I at least get a damn shower?!"

Robin was nonplussed. He wasn't expecting that. He pulled himself off her and grabbed one of his Eskrima batons from a nearby table. He didn't like the idea of whaling on a woman with a stick, but it would help when blocking those powerful kicks. He was already feeling bruises developing on his forearms.

He gestured with the baton. "That way. You first."

Selina got up and marched in front of him. They went down a stone-walled corridor that left the mustiness of the cave. The rock and crude lamps gave way to solid metal flooring and fluorescent lighting. As she walked, Robin's eyes kept dropping down to the perfect swell of her ass and how it moved inside that tight leather.

"Left here," Robin said, his voice cracking.

Catwoman smiled to herself as she faced a closed door. Robin punched in a code and the door retracted. It was a generously-sized bathroom. A half-dozen lockers lined the walls along with a few benches. A large shower with glass walls took up most of the far wall.

"I'm locking the door behind you," Robin said. "Don't try anything smart. I'll be back in thirty minutes."

"You don't want to stay?" Selina put on her breathiest, sexiest voice. She leaned forward and stroked the inside of Robin's leg. "It's really hard to get out of this suit..."

She could feel Robin's whole body stiffen against her touch. She suppressed an evil giggle. Robin stepped back, very blustered.

"Thi-thirty minutes," he stammered and the door shut between them.

"Your loss!" Catwoman called.

***

Robin stormed off, starting a timer on his watch. Why the hell did he have to be left behind with Catwoman? Bruce probably already had several theories on the fear toxin too complex to tell his sidekick about. Theories that would help whoever was going synthesise the antidote.

As frustrated as he was, there was another part of him that was excited to be alone with Catwoman. The sensuous burglar whose body was bursting out of that tight suit. Those nice, firm tits, that tight ass, plump red lips and that milky, pale skin. Robin wasn't kidding before about the groin guard, but there was something very active behind it when he fell on Catwoman. His raging erection was uncomfortably restricted in his armour.

He tried to ignore such thoughts and sat down in front of the cave's main terminal. He tapped his gloved fingers impatiently then looked at his watch.

Only a minute had passed.

Robin realised something. Bruce, cautious as he was, had rigged cameras in every part of the cave and all its chambers. Robin typed in his password to the terminal and loaded up the security feeds. It didn't take long to find her.

And holy shit, she was putting on a show.

***

Selina had stripped off her gloves and cap, running hands through her hair. That Boy Wonder had gotten her surprisingly hot under the collar. A heist always got her blood pumping, but a fight, a wrestle, the way his eyes were looking where they shouldn't...

And he wasn't a boy anymore. He was a young man. Well, almost. Selina could tell from the way his voice cracked that he wasn't used to dealing with someone like her.

A gleam caught her eye and she noticed a lens tucked between one of the lockers. A camera? Selina sat down on the bench and feigned tugging at her heeled boots while discreetly scanning the room. Sure enough, there were similar gleams in corners around the bathroom. Surveillance cameras! Batman really was paranoid, having cameras in his own bathrooms. Or a bit freakier than she expected.

Then a wicked idea formed in her head.

Selina turned around to face the camera between the lockers. It would've been at about the right height. Slowly, Selina unzipped her tall boots and emerged from her tight leather pants, exposing her long, smooth legs and flat stomach. Her top was next, sliding the zipper down again, and pushing it off her shoulders. She stood in her underwear, a purple push-up bra with matching panties, luxuriating in sensation of cool air against her bare skin. Her nipples were already hard from the anticipation of what she was going to do next.

She knew he was watching. He had to be.

Running her hands across her skin, she sighed contentedly to herself. One hand cupped a large breast, fondling it softly. The other hand dipped between her legs and rubbed across her panties. Selina was surprised when she realised she could feel the dampness of her arousal. She slid her hand underneath her panties and lightly flicked her clit. She gasped and lay back on the bench, legs apart, staring at the ceiling.

"Oh, Robin," Selina moaned to herself. "Touch me, baby..."

Her other hand came down and she slid a single finger into her pussy while she continued to rub her clit. Settling into a steady motion, she began to rub against her g-spot.

"Oh, fuck, that's it," she groaned. "God, that feels so fucking good!"

She picked up the pace, her breath growing increasingly ragged. She wished there was something that could be done about her tits. She loved having them squeezed and fondled, her nipples gently pinched and licked. She really needed it now. She gave up on the game and turned to stare straight into the lens of the camera.

"Robin, I need you," she said desperately. "I need you so bad, baby..."

Her hand became a blur on her clit. The insane thrill of it, fingering herself while anyone could be watching on the security feed, shot her ecstasy to new heights.

"Yes-yes-yes-yes! Ahhhh!" Selina squealed as she came convulsively, sweat glistening on her forehead and breasts heaving as she panted. She lay on the bench, enjoying her post-orgasm glow.

The heard footsteps and the door opened. Selina didn't open her eyes. "It hasn't been thirty minutes."

When there was no response, she turned around. Robin's cocky attitude was gone, replaced with equal parts excitement and nervousness. Catwoman beckoned him in. "Lock the door behind you, lover."

Robin followed like he was in a trance. He slammed his palm on a button by the door and it sealed behind him. Selina walked up to him, arms behind her, pushing her chest out for him to admire. "Are you a tit man, Boy Wonder?"

"Um..."

Selina turned around and pushed her panty-clad backside into his groin, leaning her head on his armoured shoulder and licking his earlobe. "Or an ass man?"

Robin's hands climbed up Selina's slim sides and grabbed her firm tits. She smelled of leather, perfume and lust.

"Mmmm," Selina moaned, arching her back and pushing her chest against his eager hands. "Guess that's that."

Selina whirled around and pushed Robin against the wall, mashing her lips against his. Her tongue made its way into his mouth. Robin kissed back with little technique but plenty of passion.

Passion was what Selina wanted. She broke the kiss and stroked her fingers through his hair. "Listen, kid. Ground rules for tonight. You follow my lead, keep this between us, and I'll make you see God. Deal?"

"Deal!" Robin said excitedly. He realised what he just said and he tried to regain some composure. "Uh, yeah, deal."

Selina laughed. "And drop the oh-so-serious attitude. Learn to relax."

She kissed him again, her hands probing his body, looking for buckles, straps and fastenings. With the deft movements of a pickpocket, she began removing parts of Robin's armour and they dropped off him, one by one. Vambraces, spaulders, breastplate, greaves, gauntlets. Within minutes, Robin was down to a pair of tight black briefs, his slender but muscly frame exposed to Selina's loving kisses and licks. She noticed his briefs were hiding a bulge.

"Very promising," Selina licked her lips and raked her fingers against the outline of his cock.

Robin gasped and his cock twitched in response. This was so weird. Catwoman and Batman had always had some weird thing going on, but Bruce had never talked about it so all Robin had were guesses. Was he taking her from him? The consequences of stealing Batman's girl would be terrifying. Or was she using him to get back at Bruce?

"You're far away, Robin," Selina murmured lustily in his ear, pressing her body against him. "I need you to focus."

Selina guided him over to the bench and sat him down. She began to kiss her way down his neck and shoulders. She moved down to his chest and flicked his nipples with her tongue. Robin's hands came up again to grope her heavy bra-clad tits. Selina cooed with appreciation. Good boy, he was starting to take a bit of the lead.

"Do you like my tits, baby?" Selina asked.

"They're amazing," Robin said.

"Would you like to see them?"

Robin nodded eagerly. Selina smiled and her hands went behind her back. With a quick pull she unclipped her bra and the cups fell away, exposing her tits in all their glory. Big, soft, pale globes without blemish faced Robin, with perfect little pink nipples. Robin just stared.

"You just gonna look?" Selina prompted, straddling the young man's lap. "Give them a kiss."

Robin hesitantly gave one of Selina's breasts a chaste peck. Selina rolled her eyes. She grabbed Robin's head and forcefully shoved it into her cleavage. Robin took the cue and began to kiss and lick more aggressively, lavishing her tits with his tongue. He copied her and flicked her nipples with his tongue, causing Selina to gasp with pleasure.

Selina ground down on his package, rubbing her panty-clad pussy against him. Robin's hands found her ass and began to assist her, sliding her now soaking pussy up and down his cock, which was now straining to be free of its cloth prison.

Fuck, she was horny. His youthful excitement was really getting to her. While she was tempted to whip out his cock and bounce on it until she came, Robin's nervousness made her think she might be dealing with someone not quite ready for that. She decided to give him another treat.

Reluctantly removing that pressure from her pussy, she slid her body down and came to a stop on her knees.

"Take them off," she ordered.

Robin stood and slid his boxers off awkwardly, bringing his cock into view. This was the moment. Robin didn't know if he was a good size or not, but such thoughts were forgotten when Catwoman smiled and wrapped a cool hand around his seven-inch shaft. She gave him a single pump.

Robin's hips bucked.

Selina smirked and began to pump his shaft slowly, luxuriously, taking as long as she wanted moment to enjoy her new toy.

"This will do nicely," she murmured, examining his cock. "Sit."

Robin obeyed. The gentle jerks of Catwoman's hand felt amazing. She leaned forward and gave him a single, long lick from base to head.

"Uggghhhh," Robin groaned.

"You ain't seen nothing yet, kid," Catwoman smirked.

Then she really got started. Her hot tongue slid up and down his rigid pole, teasing it with long, deliberate slowness. After what seemed like an eternity, his cock glistened with her saliva. Seemingly satisfied, she slid it into her warm, wet mouth, moaning as she did.

Robin almost came then and there. Catwoman was incredible. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, sucking at a steady tempo. She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and began to jerk him off again, the pumps timed perfectly with the movements of her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed in as she sucked him like a straw.

It wasn't just the sensations that Catwoman was giving him. It was the noises. She sucked, slurping noisily on his cock like it was a sweet treat. Every now and then she'd sigh with pleasure. Robin saw Catwoman had slid a hand down into her panties again.