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Scolding of the Bat	By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 21842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Three – Punishment
Bruce seemed to snicker hard in the Darkness. His rage building more as she kicked him. In truth he took that hit, wanting to drive more and more of his inhibitions forward to expunge that part of him. The way he moved, the way he felt all animal and feral creature, moving no longer like a man, yet a hunter personified. All he lived on now was instinct, need, desire, to attack and get his prey and to unleash his inner passions upon it.
Looking through a pain of night vision lenses, Batman saw her perfectly, the way she moved. The slight movement of her huge firm breasts. The shapely ass that tightened and her hips muscles flexed as she kicked him, making him glad to take the blow while her nipples turned with her hips into the kick. Almost like a growl, a wild moan, he let out as he took the kick and stepped back. This was not a hunt, he was indeed playing with her, letting her have her little victories while he took away even more of her physically and mentally.
Grabbing from behind some razor-sharp Batarangs, Bruce tossed two of them swiftly, while diving to the side, rolling against the floor to appear across the room and along the side of her. A perfect toss with them at her, each of them sliced across the front of her uniform, tearing it from the front of her body. The resounding effect was the open spilling of her breasts, as it sliced the supportive part of her uniform. Bruce himself was always amazed at the firm, roundness of her breasts, being perfectly natural. Now more than ever, their fullness was shown as the material could no longer support its weight.
No matter where Barbara went in the room, she felt it. The feeling of him watching her. Staring at her every move. Seeing her every quickened breath. It was a game. A sadistic game. One that he was a professional at. A hunt that pit her against him. His strength was no match for her. His gadgets his advantage. And all she could do was flip back and wait for the next move, hoping against all hope that she would get a chance to strike. Though her very being doubted the possibility.
“Ahhhh!!!” she screamed, feeling something sharp fly across her chest. The sting of the slice almost brought her to her knees. She knew instantly what they were. Batarangs. But not the same type that they used in every day crime fighting. These were razor sharp. Not meant to knock a weapon out of a villain’s grasp. There were to prove a point. That he was the one in charge.
The two slices tore into her skin, slicing through the nonex and Kevlar of her costume. Her hands flew to her chest, searching for blood, but realized that all they achieved was freeing her breasts of their support, allowing them to be exposed, a perverse pleasure for his viewing.
But there was no blood. Only the welts across her chest of where they sliced. At least she could take that as a small victory. He wasn’t trying to kill her. Or make her bleed to death. And at this point, she would take what she could get.
She tried to adjust her costume, finding some way to cover her breasts, but found the task mute. While a part of her wanted to scream out at the perversion, she found her body reacting to it. The chill of the room made her nipples pert to attention. The freedom of their release was indeed gratifying. And maybe…just maybe…they could serve as a distraction to Bruce.
“Nice shot,” she said to him, spinning around when she heard a faint heartbeat next to her. “Next time you should buy me dinner first,” she said, keeping her spirits, if not her hopes, as high as she could.
Kicking off the wall, Bruce did a flying jump kick off the back wall into the back of her legs, knocking her forward towards the wall in the corner. Having no intention of letting her fall into it, Bruce grabbed the back of her costume, yanking back hard with all of his force just as she continued forward.
Echoing throughout the room, the tearing of the costume off of her entire backside was like an echo warning that the Batman was truly out. Bruce Wayne and his humanitarian father always kept the hunter in place, always kept all those raging vengeful feelings back and checked into place. Now all it wanted, was fear. Terror, it want to hunt and to take down its prey.
"A piece at a time!" he stated, leaping from his position as to quietly land on the other side of the room. His stealth worked just as well as anything he did, perfectly. Controlling his breathing, this was not even a work out to the Bat. His tight, bulging body moved with a animalistic quality. Leaping like a tiger, attacking like a bear.
Bruce's feral mind surged at the sight of her, seeing her in the dark absolutely perfectly. With a wild leap from side to side, he landed smooth and then leapt to the other side. The pads on his footing meant nothing, as he would make a leap again to the other side. Bruce looked all around, noting the table across the room. Batman strode closer to her, and then leapt into the air, with a smooth motion he threw a bola across the room.
Spinning in an silent swirling motion, the ball and rope contraption spun in the air quickly and silently. Each ball charged with a slight charge of electricity to paralyze his prey, they spun around though the air toward Batgirl with a pinpointing accuracy to her center mass.
He wanted her paralyzed now, so he could play with her, make her regret ever crossing him. The passion he felt as he slowly approached he threatened to take him over in this primal state. The fullness of her massive breasts having with each breath she made. Batman would have her, Nightwing was not worthy, he knew that and each part of her body he would dominate and take like only her could. He would have her! He thought primally as his cock bulged hard against the material of his costume. Every inch of him blazed with desire, looking at her, needing to satisfy his primal undeniable lust for her.
The silence was deafening, as she felt and saw nothing. It was as if she was the prey, and he the sadistic hunter in a game of shoot to kill. But she knew Batman better than that. Killing was the only thing she didn’t fear. For he would never cross that line. Ever. But as she thought she heard a noise coming from the side, she turned, only to feel something hit her in he chest.
While the impact was enough to knock her back a step, what happened next was enough to make her mind border on the edge of insanity. Whatever it was that hit her, she could feel a soft pulse of electricity rip through her body, causing her muscles to cease to exist. No matter how she tried to fight, her brain wasn’t sending the correct messages to her body. From the waist up she was paralyzed, her muscles turned to jello in a swooping second after the impact.
And Babs had to admit. She had never felt so helpless in her whole life. Her very need to exist was coming to an end. She realized that this was no longer a game. That Batman meant business. And that her words had spurned a feral anger that he managed to keep buried within his very existence. But she knew, as did Nightwing, that one day that anger would surface. Though she had always thought it would be at the Joker’s expense.
She tried to speak, but found her mouth dry with fear. Choking back her emotions, she managed to whisper, though she doubted she would get an answer. “You aren’t playing fair Batman,” she managed to choke out. But even as she spoke the words, she regretted them instantly.
The paralysis was beginning to make her muscles almost ache in need. But she wasn’t going to give in. Not now. Not ever. It couldn’t last forever, she tried to rationalize with herself. And when it wore off, he would be sorry.
Batman already next to her as she spoke, in the dark with his gruff lips next to her sensitive ear. As he spoke, the loud rage of his voice, was not the aggressive Batman, nor the softness of Bruce Wayne. It was something darker and something more creaturious.
"IT NEVER IS!" he screamed, the lips barking against her ear as he yanked her body over his shoulder and threw her on top of the table. With a thump he slammed her body down, his palms pressing down into her stomach...like he was enjoying the pain he was giving her. Batman, the primal force that he was, reveled in this. The weakness of her, the softness of her body vulnerable before him, made him even more aggressive than ever. His bulging cock and his tightening legs moved quickly cutting her loose from the Bola.
The fullness of her chest bounced free on her back. The paralysis would last for hours, Batman cared not, all her needed was sometime to punish her properly. In this mind, she had been accepted into the pack, to be a part of the hunt. His allowance of this and her failure, demanded punishment. It demanded that she be punished and then exiled like a little bitch thrown away from the safety of her family.
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