Cartoon Battles: The Cat vs. the Bat by TF It was a sold out crowd at the Gotham Arena. Over 50,000 fans had filled it to capacity and were eagerly anticipating the upcoming match. Around the world there was a record crowd of over ten million watching on pay per view. Wrestling was big again and the Gotham Arena was used to drawing big crowds for it, but tonight was the biggest event that any promoter had ever dreamed of: a no time limit/no holds barred match between Catwoman and Batgirl. The media had gone wild in promoting it as "The Bat versus the Cat". No one would have believed such a match up possible, but events had played out to make a reality much stranger than even the usual fiction of professional wrestling. Everyone remembered how Catwoman had been captured after her last crime attempt by Batgirl. In the confrontation Batgirl had knocked Catwoman out cold. Catwoman would never forget the humiliation of every newspaper in Gotham City printing the photo of the police carrying her limp body away while Batgirl stood by smiling in victory. She hadn't thought that there would be much of a chance to get back at Batgirl soon, but fate proved to be fickle. A riot broke out in the Women's section of Gotham State prison and a dozen guards had been taken hostage. Things looked pretty black for both sides in the standoff until Catwoman had volunteered to act as a negotiator. She had managed to end the crisis peacefully at the price of her pardon from prison. Once freed, she had started to plot her revenge. There were many ways of privately getting at Batgirl. She considered capture, torture, imprisonment and the like but disregarded them all. She felt she had to submit Batgirl to the same kind of public humiliation that she had given her. As a public hero, it would be even more degrading for Batgirl. The only problem was how to force her into such a confrontation. Batgirl wasn't stupid. She would know that Catwoman was up to something. It had to be arranged in a way that she couldn't refuse. The recent resurgence in professional wrestling turned out to be the answer. After seeing the response to one of the *MegaPay*-per-view specials, Catwoman had announced a public challenge to Batgirl from a wrestling broadcast: Meet her as the main event of a pay-per-view special. No time limit, no holds barred. Two go into the ring and only one walks out, and the clincher: all proceeds of the fight to go to the Gotham's Children's Hospital for free care to poor families. It was an offer Batgirl couldn't refuse. Imagine, the evil Catwoman offering what was likely to be two to three million dollars to charity! How could Batgirl be the one to prevent that? With great reluctance, Batgirl took to the airwaves and announced that she would accept the challenge and the contract was signed. The Gotham City wrestling promoter were practically delirious at the opportunity to set up such an event and the arrangements had been made in a matter of weeks. Tonight was the night for the epic match up. The crowd started to cheer as a figure appeared in the entrance and began to walk down to the ring. Many of the cheers turned to boos and jeers as the spotlight hit the figure to reveal the tall, shapely figure of Catwoman in her well known catsuit. She reveled in the roar of the crowd. The boos didn't bother her a bit. She was the villain and she knew and loved it. She secretly thought that the jeers would be a lot worse once they saw what she planned to do to Batgirl. She climbed through the ropes along with her seconds, her long time accomplishes, Kit and Kat. They added to the spectacle by being dressed in leopard bikinis with little cat ears on their heads, sort of looking like the old Playboy Club bunnies. Catwoman leaned against the ropes in her corner as they massaged her arms and legs to loosen her up. Catwoman had trained hard for this match, and felt in terrific condition to take on Batgirl. "I'm worried boss", Kit said to her nervously, as they awaited Batgirl's entrance. "I know that you're in good shape, but that Batgirl is one tough bitch. You sure you want to go through with this?" "Yeah", Kat added. "Remember last time she cleaned your clock and laid you out cold." Catwoman looked at them disgustedly. "She was lucky then. I underestimated her when I saw that she was alone, without Batman or Robin. I let my guard down and she got that lucky kick to my head in before I knew what had happened. That left me groggy enough for a second for her to follow up and knock me out. Tonight, I'm ready for her." She smiled an evil smile. "In more ways than one" she added quietly. Kit and Kat picked up on the last statement fast enough. "You got something up your sleeve?", Kat asked. "Of course," Catwoman purred. "You don't actually think I planned on a fair fight, did you? I've put in a fix." "How?", Kit asked. "We both had to be checked by a doctor back in the dressing rooms to be medically cleared before the fight", Catwoman answered. "The promoters insisted on it. Insurance reasons, you know. I paid a little bribe to the doctor who checked out Batgirl. Her stethoscope was coated with a rare toxin from the amazon jungle. It's absorbed slowly through the skin. It probably only began to affect her about now. Nothing dramatic. Just a little drowsiness, some weakness to the limbs, some slight loss of coordination. As we fight, the increased heart rate and sweating will speed up the absorption and in a few minutes she'll be helpless. Then I'll tear her apart." She smiled evilly at her horrible plans for Batgirl. "I'll make catfood out of the goody two shoes bitch. When I'm done she'll have to do her crime fighting from a wheelchair! The best part is there's no test that can detect the toxin once it's absorbed into the body, so there will be no way for her to prove that anything unfair happened." "Got to hand it to you boss", Kit said with admiration. "There's no one with more angles than you." "Yeah", Kat agreed. "Bash that *Batcunt* into a pulp!" Just then they heard the crowd roar again as a second figure made their solitary way down the auditorium aisle. In the glare of the lights they couldn't see them until they climbed through the ropes on the opposite side of the ring. Catwoman, Kit, and Kat gasped with the rest of the audience as the spotlight struck and revealed the familiar figure of... Batman "What's going on here?", Catwoman demanded of Batman and the referee. "Where's Batgirl?" "There's been a little change of plans", Batman answered. He looked into Catwoman's eyes, and gave a small smile. "I'm a last minute substitution." He leaned over and whispered into Catwoman's ear. "Your plan was a good one, but it didn't quite work. The doctor did her checkup a little too early and the symptoms of the toxin showed up before Batgirl could come out. I've got a few tricks of my own for you now", he explained. "This is ridiculous!" yelled Catwoman. "Get some one in authority here! I signed to fight Batgirl, not Batman! The chief promoter climbed into the ring. The crowd was beginning to get worked up over the turn of events and started to look ugly at the signs that they might be cheated out of the expected match. He had to try and salvage something fast. "Look", he said to Batman, "the contract was for Batgirl. She signed it, not you." "The contract specifies that this is to be the Bat versus the Cat fight", Batman countered. "There's the Cat", he nodded at Catwoman, " and no one can deny that I'm a Bat. There's nothing in the contract that says Batgirl can't send a representative as long as the match still lives up to the billing. I'm the representative. So unless Catwoman wants to call the whole thing off, I'm her opponent for tonight." He smiled at Catwoman again. Catwoman was livid. Batman thought that he had her cornered. He knew that the promoters would have to agree to it or risk a riot if they tried to cancel the match. He was going to make her be the one to give in. She stared at him steadily and then returned his smile. She would show him. It wasn't going to be the way she planned it, but she still might pull this off after all. "All right," she answered. "I'll agree. Batman steps in for Batgirl" Batman gave a sudden look of surprise. Good, he hadn't expected this. Let's see how he handles the next part. "That's provided he lives up to the rest of the contract: no rules, no time limit, no holds barred..." and then for the kicker: "... and I think I'll add one more: no clothes!" Before Batman or the promoter could respond with more than a startled look, Catwoman suddenly began peeling off her suit to reveal her beautiful lean, tawny body in all its naked glory. She stood imperiously before Batman challenging him to do the same. Batman was flabbergasted. This obviously wasn't what he had expected. Now that he had gotten himself entangled in it, how was he going to get out? The crowd was going wild at the sight of Catwoman standing there in the nude, every bit as sensuous and gorgeous as they, including Batman, had ever dreamed. The promoter was completely befuddled. "It does say nothing barred in the contract. I guess she's within her rights to ask this. If you don't want to, I don't know if I can force you to..." Catwoman grabbed the microphone hanging down in the middle of the ring for the announcer. "Come on Batman!", she yelled, her voice blasting all over the arena. "Take off your costume! You afraid of me? You can leave your mask on, but I want to see skin. I want to see what my claws do to you!" She showed her long nails like a cat in battle. The crowd really was going berserk. This was shaping up to be an even wilder match than any had dreamed. The promoter looked out with fear. He honestly feared the fans would lynch him if he tried to cancel the match now. Batman saw the same thing. Things had backfired on him. The idea had been to make Catwoman backdown. Now, she was trying to make him do the same. How could he do that and maintain his status as the top hero of Gotham City? He sighed inwardly and realized he was going to have to go through with it. There was going to be no way to guess how this was going to end up except as one really strange night. "All right, Catwoman", he said. "We'll do it your way." Before an amazed crowd Batman stripped off he costume except his mask. Catwoman was amazed that he had done it. So they were really going to get it on. She looked admiringly at Batman's fantastic physique. He really was a great hunk of manhood. He wasn't going to be any pushover, but she felt that she had a few more tricks left. The promoter left the ring and the announcer took the microphones. "Ladies and Gentlemen. Tonight, the greatest match ever between good and evil, the Bat vs. the Cat! In this corner at 6 feet tall, one hundred and fifty pounds: The Catwoman! And in this corner, at six feet three inches tall, one hundred and eighty pounds, Batman!" The crowd was going nuts and the two masked but otherwise naked warriors came to the center of the ring to get instructions. "There's no referee except to count out or take submissions", he explained. "No time limit, no holds barred." He looked at the two combatants. "I'd say let's have a good clean fight, but who are we kidding here? Go back to your corners and come out fighting at the bell." The both returned to their corners. "Are you nuts?", Kit asked Catwoman. "You honestly want to go one on one with Batman?" "Things haven't gone they way I planned, I admit", Catwoman answered, "but I'm not going to back down in front of all Gotham City and the rest of the world on live TV! It's not a fight that Batman was prepared for either, so that gives me a little edge. I just have to push it for whatever I can." The bell rang. Catwoman came flying out of her corner and rammed her shoulder into Batman's midsection before he could get out of his corner. She was a big woman and her sensuous body was well toned muscle. She drove the surprised Batman back into the corner. As he hit the ropes she backed off and borrowed a trick from her last fight with Batgirl and threw a terrific karate kick to his head. Batman managed to get his arm up a little to block it but still took most of the impact of a really powerful kick to his head. It knocked him over against the ropes leaving him momentarily stunned and his back exposed to Catwoman. Catwoman knew her only chance was to go for a lighting attack and quick knockout before Batman could pull himself together. She immediately threw a knee into his left kidney. She followed that with a kick to the back of his left knee. His left leg went out from under him with that and he spun backwards towards Catwoman as he began to fall. Catwoman then hit him with a beautiful karate chop to the throat the knocked him flat on his back! The crowed loved it! This was shaping up to be a real donnybrook after all. Kit and Kat were amazed. The knew that Catwoman was tough, but this was even more than they had felt possible. They watched with glee as Catwoman followed up immediately with an elbow drop to Batman's injured throat. Then she got up and began to rain kick after kick into his kidney and side as he tried to get up. Catwoman let him pull himself up to his knees then jumped on him from behind pushing him down and catching his throat in a clothesline against the middle rope. He bounced off onto the mat, laying on his back holding his injured throat. Catwoman kept up her attack. She proceeded to do a double knee drop onto his unprepared midsection that folded him like a jack knife. Then she delivered beautiful right cross to his exposed jaw to put him back onto the mat. Batman was hurt! Perched on his stomach Catwoman began to rain down punches on Batman's head. Lefts and rights knocked his head this way and that. She was using his head like a punching bag! Batman was taking a real beating. Catwoman's attack had caught him completely off guard as she had hoped. He had to do something to pull him self together or she'd humiliate him in front of a world wide audience. He still didn't have all his senses back together but he was a skilled fighter. Almost on instinct he suddenly bucked his abdomen with tremendous force. Catwoman was caught unprepared and was thrown off him and landed over his head. Batman tried to pull himself to his feet, but he was still groggy. His arms and legs were still slow to respond. Catwoman rolled over and jumped off the mat and flew back at him to keep up her attack. Batman got to his knees but Catwoman reached him and caught him on the jaw with a powerful kneelift that knocked him back onto the mat. Catwoman dropped to the mat and wrapped her long sexy legs around Batman's neck. Pushing herself up on her arms for leverage so began to choke him between her powerful thighs in a legs scissors hold. Normally the referee would have broken such an illegal choke hold, but this was a no holds barred match so it was allowed to continue. Batman grabbed at Catwoman's legs. He tensed his powerful neck muscles as much as he could to try to keep his airway open but Catwoman's thighs were immensely strong and her long legs gave her excellent leverage. Catwoman squeezed as hard as she could t keep on the pressure. This could be it, she thought. If she could keep up the pressure until Batman passed out from lack of oxygen, she could do what she wanted to him and pin him at her leisure. This was turning out better than she could have ever imagined! Batman was beginning to panic. He couldn't pry Catwoman's legs open. Most of the men in the audience were going crazy. They secretly wished they could be trapped between Catwoman's legs like that. Batman didn't find it the least bit sexy at the moment and knew he had to do something fast or he was finished. His vision was beginning to go black from lack of oxygen to the brain. He didn't have much time left. He summoned all the strength that he could and threw a short but powerful punch right to the small of Catwoman's back. Catwoman hadn't expected that. It was a solid punch and hit her like a jolt of lighting. She involuntarily relaxed her legs at the impact and Batman used that chance to breakout from the neck scissors and roll onto the mat. Catwoman was hurt, but she was still in a lot better shape than Batman. She sprang to her feet and attacked again. Batman was up on one knee and one arm. Catwoman grabbed the arm he had up and threw him with all of her strength into the ropes. As he bounced off she caught him with another perfect clothesline to his already injured throat and put him on his back on the mat again. She quickly climbed to the top of the third rope on the turnbuckle and after raising her arms in victory to the cheering crowed leapt up and came down on Batman in a Giant Splash. Catwoman felt that she had him now and decided to soften him up for the finish. She grabbed Batman under the chin and lifted the groggy crimefighter to his feet and pushed him back into a corner. She hung his arms up over the top rope to keep him up. She measured him carefully and then unloaded a terrific right uppercut to his jaw that snapped his head all the way back. Then another, and another! She turned on the power and let him have it with everything she had. Right cross, left hooks, right and left haymakers to the head. Batman's head was bouncing back and forth like a yo"yo! Catwoman was brutal! Then she turned her attention downstairs and began to drive her knee deep into Batman's midsection over and over. He would fold with each blow, but she would push him back up and come back with another. After a dozen knees, she felt ready to finish him off. She stepped back and looked at him, a pathetic wreck. Head hung down, glassy eyed, breathing hard. If his arms weren't wrapped around the top rope, he wouldn't have been able to stand up. She walked right up to him and pressed her perfects breasts against his chest and straightened him out. She stood there for a second, challenging him to do something as he panted helplessly. Then she smiled and gave him the coup de grace: a terrific knee right into his testicles! She loved the feel as her knee crushed his manhood. Batman gave a strangled cry and collapsed to the mat clutching his crushed genitals! Catwoman felt that he was done. What a night this had turned into! Now was the time for a little showboating. She walked around the ring with her arms raised in victory to the crowd. The men in the audience had gone silent at her kneeing of Batman, but the women in the audience were going mad. Catwoman represented power for woman and their ability to dominant men. She looked like a goddess of war and sex. Her naked body shone with a glistening of sweat under the bright lights of the arena. The match had excited her in more ways then one as her pussy was dripping wet. She bathed in the cheers of the crowd in one victory lap after another until she saw that Batman was pulling himself back up off the mat. So the poor fool wanted some more? Well, she thought confidently, I'll be happy to give it to him. Batman had pulled himself onto his feet but still had to hold onto the top rope to keep himself up. Catwoman strode over to continue her beating. Catwoman had one flaw in her strategy. It was a great plan for a smaller fighter provided that the larger fighter was either out of shape or stupid. Batman was in top physical condition as a crime fighter. He was no punch drunk palooka either. This wasn't the first beating he had taken in his long career. Catwoman wasn't considering any of this as she walked up to him, only how to punish him more. She took hold of his shoulders and prepared for another knee to the testicles when it happened. She never saw it coming. It struck her like a hammer from the sky in the middle of her forehead. She was so rattled that it took her several seconds to realize that she wasn't standing anymore but flat on her shapely ass in front of Batman! Her thoughts were scrambled at first. She had felt like she had been hit by a baseball bat. It took her another few seconds to realize what hat happened. Batman had headbutted her! Catwoman shook her head to clear her thoughts. It looked like Batman was going to need more softening up that she had thought. She'd better get to it. That head butt had given him valuable time to recover. Catwoman got to her feet. Batman had managed to step away from the ropes though he still seemed to be breathing pretty hard. Then he made another move that caught Catwoman off guard. He began to mug to the audience! He stuck out his jaw and pointed to it, daring Catwoman to punch him. Well Batman, she thought, you asked for it, and threw another haymaker right to the point of his chin. Suddenly, though, the chin wasn't there as her fist arrived and she was punching empty air. Batman had snapped his head back at the last instance. As quickly as a snake, he grabbed the now off balanced Catwoman and threw her into the ropes. Catwoman was too surprised to stop and bounced of the ropes only to be met by a perfect flying dropkick to her chest! Batman's feet crushed her breasts flat as she was thrown back onto the mat. She landed with a thud on her back and rolled over hugging her damaged breasts. It felt like she had broken every rib in her chest. Batman got up and leaned back against the ropes looking at her. He was still clearing his head and regaining his strength. Catwoman knew that the tide of the fight was beginning to shift. She had to get back in control before it was too late. Despite the pain, she pulled herself up. Batman walked out to meet her. He stood in the center of the ring in a heroic stance: legs spread, fists on his hips, an overt threat to her to try something. She took the invitation and flew into him raining punches into his midsections: rights, lefts, hooks, crosses, with everything she had. It looked like she was using Batman's belly as a heavy bag. The only problem was it was like hitting a heavy bag filled with cement. Batman's abdomen was ribbed like a washboard. It absorbed Catwoman's punches like they were nothing and she felt like she was punching a brick wall. She kept it up for over two full minutes, her punches coming slower and with less force. Her knuckles were bruising and swelling in pain. Suddenly Batman lashed out and caught her with a powerful right cross flush on the jaw. It spun her halfway around. He followed it up it a beautiful series of lefts and rights backing up Catwoman across the ring. Too late she realized what had happened. It was the old Ali Rope"a"1/4Dope trick. He had let Catwoman punch herself out doing no harm to him and giving himself a chance to recover more. Now she was drained and he was coming at her full power. Batman's punches drove her back and back. There was no pulling of the punches, he was giving her everything he had. Whatever chivalry there might have been in him at the start of the match had been killed by the attack on his genitals. This was war and Catwoman knew that she was in trouble. He backed her into a corner and trapped her there and redoubled his attack, raining punches on her head and midsection. Catwoman tried to cover up the best she could but Batman's punches were coming too fast and furious. Her arms felt like they were made of lead after all the punches she had thrown to his belly. She willed them to move to intercept Batman's fists but they just were too slow to respond. His punches to her midsection felt like sledgehammer blows to the gut! Her legs were beginning to feel like rubber and fail her as she tried to get out of the corner, only to be pushed back again and again by Batman. The crowd was stunned by the sudden turnaround. Batman was in control now and really dishing it out to Catwoman. The men in the audience, who had gone silent before were now wildly cheering him on while the woman went quiet, hoping that Catwoman could somehow yet pull out a victory. Batman finally let up on his punching after a final series of uppercuts to Catwoman's jaw. It was a wonder that she was still standing, after that pounding. While standing, she was still in terrible shape. Batman had battered every part of her body and she was in pain as she had never been before. She was glassy eyed and wobbly on rubbery legs, not quite sure if she was walking or riding, as the old saying goes. Batman had no intention of letting her recover. He grabbed her by the back of the head and proceeded to turn her around and pound her head first into the turnbuckle! Now, any professional wrestler will tell you that the turnbuckle isn't as hard as it looks. It typically has four inches of padding around it. Regardless of that, even that padding wasn't enough when some one was slamming your head as hard as Batman was Catwoman's. Catwoman felt like her brain rattled every time that her head slammed into the turnbuckle. Batman kept it up as the crowd began to chant and count the number of head slams: "15....16....17....18....19...20!" After twenty merciless slams Batman took a barely conscious Catwoman by the back of her head again and threw her through the second and third ropes out of the ring and onto the hard arena floor. The floor at the Gotham Arena wasn't padded and Catwoman took a bad fall. She lay on her stomach, not moving. Kit and Kat ran to her aid. Kit threw some water on her face as Kat waved a small vial of smelling salts under her nose. Catwoman began to come around. Kit and Kat were frightened to see her bruised and swollen face as well as the bruises all up and down her body. She was really taking a terrific beating! Catwoman started to try to get to her feet. "Stay down boss!", Kat pleaded. "Let them count you out! Batman will kill you if you go back into the ring!" The referee had started the 20 count. He was up to 10 and climbing slowly, giving her a long count. He could see the crowd didn't want to see this stop just yet. "No", Catwoman said. "He's going to have to beat me senseless if he wants to say he won. Help me get back into the ring." Against their wishes Kit and Kat helped her up onto her rubbery legs and pushed her back through the ropes into the ring. Batman was waiting in a neutral corner. He came at her as she pulled herself up and tried to raise her guard. Her legs still wouldn't respond. They would barely hold her up. She could barely hold her guard up above her waist but she was still determined to go out fighting. Batman was more than happy to oblige. Batman seemed to suddenly remember that this was a wrestling match and proceeded to give Catwoman a lesson in the sport. He wrapped his arm around Catwoman's head then spun and dropped to his knees, flipping her over in a beautiful flying mare. He pulled her up to her feet again, placed his left hand on her shoulder and right hand onto her dripping pussy and lifted her up and hurled her down in a terrific body slam. He dragged her up again by her hair, grabbed her in the same way, lifted her high into the air and then fell backwards slamming her back onto the mat in a deadly suplex. Catwoman felt that her back was being crushed! Batman dragged Catwoman up yet again, lifted her up, held her by the waist with her head down and then dropped butt first onto the matt. Catwoman's head crashed into the mat in the brutal piledriver move. She was lying helpless on the mat now. Her legs and arms were completely useless. Batman picked her up and in a show of strength lifted her up over her his head. She stared blindly into the overhead lights as he paraded around the ring displaying her destroyed body. Then her dropped onto one knee and brought her down brutally across the other in a merciless backbreaker. He brought both fists down into her midsection and folded her up, then slammed her jaw with a terrific right that flipped her over his knee and back onto the mat. Batman could see that she was finished. She was motionless except for the movement of her chest as she lay staring blindly up at the arena roof. There wasn't going to be any miracle to save her now. Batman was not going to just let her off here, though. While not a cruel person, the fight had stirred some true battle lust and anger. He was going to finish Catwoman, and finish her good! He lifted the limp body by the hair one more time. He pulled her to a full standing position and wrapped his arms around her back. He proceeded to give her a tremendous bear hug. His massive arms applied an incredible pressure to Catwoman's spine and chest. Her breasts were crushed flat against Batman's chest. Her spine felt as if it would snap. Her lungs were compressed and she couldn't inhale. She would have screamed in agony, but she didn't have the air to make a sound. She could feel herself blacking out as she struggled with what little strength she had left against those crushing arms. It was useless. Slowly her arms and legs went completely limp and her head fell back and rolled like a rag doll's. Still she refused to concede. Finally Batman released the hold. He carried Catwoman's limp body over to a corner. He sat her down on the middle turnbuckle and wrapped each leg over the middle rope. Then he wrapped her arms over the top ropes. Catwoman hung there helplessly. Despite the beating, she still held onto a thin reed of consciousness. Her body was unless and paralyzed, but she still had a vague sense of what was happening, only as if she was viewing it from a great distance. She realized that Batman had hung her up to continue to batter his helpless opponent. It was something that she would have gladly done in his place, but inwardly wished he had shown some mercy. Her head had fallen forward and was resting on her chest. She felt Batman lift it up by her hair. On no, she thought, he's going to start by beating my face to a pulp. Only the expected punch didn't arrive. Instead, she suddenly felt Batman's mouth against hers. He was kissing her! He kissed her hard, with passion. His salty tongue came into her mouth. Catwoman realized that she was kissing him back with what little energy she had. Then she felt his hands on her breasts. She was terrified he was going to crush her already bruised bosom was she realized that he was caressing them tenderly. Then he dropped down and began to kiss and suck her nipples as he massaged her breasts sensually. Catwoman was getting hot. She still couldn't move a finger but Batman's fondling was arousing her terrifically. She was creaming below and Batman soon realized this as he extended his foreplay down to her pussy. She shuddered in an orgasm as he touched her clit. This was definitely not was she had been expecting. The referee watched in awe too, unsure of what to do. He looked over at the promoter at ringside with a questioning look and the promoter shrugged back. The crowd seemed to be watching in an excited, almost hypnotic state. He signaled him to let it go on, thankful that this was cable and that no censors were watching. Catwoman felt Batman enter her. He thrust with incredible power. Over and over, harder and harder. She realized that he had put his feet onto the lower ropes and was using their bounce to increase his thrust even more. Batman showed that he had stamina, and a lot of it. The audience was spellbound as he kept going and going, really giving it to the Catwoman. Catwoman was beginning her third orgasm when she suddenly felt Batman tense and relax against her as he came to his climax. She hung motionless in the ropes, a strange combination of pain and pleasure as Batman withdrew from her. She was barely aware of anything as Batman lifted her gently off the ropes and lay her, almost tenderly, onto the mat. He then pinned her shoulders and hooked her leg. The referee came over a gave a slow and deliberate count: "One....two....three! You're out!" He stood and lifted Batman's arm in victory as he stood over the lifeless appearing body of Catwoman. "The winner by pin in 31 minutes, 43 seconds: BATMAN!!" The crowd went completely mad! What a match the promoter thought, as he watched the fans cheer. How was he ever going to top this? Batman seemed to suddenly realize that he was literally standing naked in front of the world after violating his opponent publically. He grabbed his costume and quickly wrapped his cape around his middle and jumped from the ring. He ran to the dressing room as fast as he could, ignoring the fans clamoring for him. Kit and Kat picked up the limp body of Catwoman and put her onto a stretcher that the arena had on hand. They carried her out of the ring like a fallen amazon on her shield. Batman returned to his dressing room and locked the door behind him. He sat down on a chair and tried to shut out the noise of the reporters shouting and pounding on the door. He couldn't believe what he had just done. How could he ever show himself in public again? "Batman?" a voice asked. He looked up to see Robin and Batgirl looking at him. "Go away", he answered. "I want to be alone." "Don't take it so hard", Robin said. "It wasn't what you had planned but it turned out to be a hell of a fight!" Batman looked at him incredulously. "You saw what happened out there. I fought naked in front of the world! I raped a woman on live TV!" "It wasn't that bad", Batgirl replied. The Bat Universal Antidote that she had taken had worked and slowly reversed the effects of Catwoman's toxin. She was back to normal. "Catwoman accepted the match. You didn't cheat. And as to the way you finished her off...", she gave Batman a little smile, "...I think that you gained a lot of respect out there tonight. Especially among the women." Batman couldn't believe what he was hearing. "I think she's right", Robin said. "Look, for all your exploits in crime fighting, I think that there's one thing that people doubted about you. Look, even I wondered if you would even know what to do with a woman." He smiled. "Now I know that you do!" This was unbelievable! The two of them seemed to obviously like what had happened tonight! He looked at them to see if somehow this was some type of sick joke. As he looked at them he noticed something. Their hair was a little messed up. Their costumes were somewhat rumpled, as if they had been put on in a hurry. Their lips swollen... "What were you two doing?", he demanded. "Well", Robin said, beginning to blush a bit, "we were watching you finish off Catwoman. The effects of the toxin had worn off and to be honest, well, watching you two made us, well, a little excited." "Face it Batman", Batgirl smiled, "an iceberg would have been melted by that scene. Robin's just a healthy normal man like you, so we sort of did what came naturally." She looked tenderly at Robin. "You've taught him well in that field too. He still hasn't quite got your stamina, but more than enough." Batman couldn't believe what he was hearing! This was just too much to handle in one night. asked them to leave as he pulled himself together. They left him alone in silence. He sat like that for a few moments until a voice broke the silence. "Don't take it so hard, Batman", a familiar voice said. His head snapped up and he saw Catwoman walk out of the shadows in the back of the dressing room. "How did you...", he stared. "Come on, Batman", she answered, "I'm a cat burglar, remember? Getting into locked places unnoticed is my business." She was dressed only in a robe draped over her shoulders. She moved slowly, her steps stiff, her face and body showing the marks of the fight. "How do you feel?", she asked. He looked at her in disbelief. This night was unbelievable. "Sore", he answered. He pointed to his bruised and swollen jaw. "You've got a great right cross." "Yours is pretty good too", she said, pointing to her left eye, blackened and completely swollen shut. "I wanted you to know that I don't have any hard feelings about the fight. I mean, I wish I had won and did this to you, but I asked for it. You know what they say, don't do the crime if you can't pay the time." She walked closer to Batman. "And about the way you finished me off, well, really no offense there", she said. "It was no holds barred, and to be perfectly honest,", she smiled, "you're a credit to your gender." She walked up to right in front of Batman. "I do have one question for you", she said. "What?", Batman asked. She dropped the robe from her shoulders. Even with her face battered and swollen, her body bruised and covered with dried sweat, Catwoman oozed sexuality. She pressed up against Batman. "You feeling up for a rematch?", she asked. Batman dropped his costume from around him and took her into his arms. They kissed passionately. Catwoman caressed Batman as he held her in her powerful arms. Well, she thought, overall this had really been a bad day for her but who knows, she might still end it up on top. The End.