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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note:

Because of the extreme threat she posed to an all-female prison, Selina Kyle was sentenced to the infamous Blackgate Penitentiary in Gotham.

As one of the few female inmates, her life became a constant struggle for survival over the next seven years.

Chapter Nine:

Cat Fight
Bruce’s blood suddenly froze as he realized that the escaped Selina Kyle was now standing in his darkened bedroom. Even worse, she had just accused him of being Batman. Had she been guessing, or did she have evidence? Fuck, had she secretly listened to his phone conversation with Dick?!
Bruce had to play this cool. There was still the possibility that she was only guessing.
“Selina… How did you get in here?!”
“You forget who I am, Dearest... Your home security is painfully inadequate and outdated, Bruce... Although I suppose when your Batman, you don’t worry about things like home robberies, do you?”
“...What makes you think that I’m Batman?”
As he finished his question, Bruce was momentarily blinded when his overhead bedroom lights were suddenly snapped on, realizing too late that Selina’s other hand had been on the light switch the entire time. He was immediately thankful that he still had his white undershirt on over his boxers.
His scars will still hidden, but Selina was about to reveal her own…
“Seven years behind bars is an awfully long time to think about the one man who put you there, don’t you think Mr. Wayne? And I’ll admit, I did obsess a little over who the man beneath the mysterious Batman mask might be. Cats and curiosity may not mix, but I’m afraid I simply couldn’t help myself.”
Now that his eyes had adjusted, Bruce got a good look at the unexpected Selina Kyle. Her tight body was covered an incredibly short black dress while her long legs were draped in grey stockings that couldn’t even make it up the dress’s high hemline.
Bruce wondered how she had ever managed to climb up to his bedroom window in those stiletto high heels. They were at least four-inches high.
Her bright green eyes followed him carefully as she slowly pulled another drag from her custom cigarette, before she casually discarded it to the floor below, crushing it beneath those shiny black high heels.
“Come Darling, I don’t want any secrets between us... Not anymore.”
“There’s a warrant for your arrest, Selina. I only have to yell and Alfred will have the Police here in minutes.”
“So that was his name. Alfred… How quaint. But I’m afraid your sweet old butler is a little tied up at the moment.”
Bruce’s anger rose as he pictured Alfred bound and gagged.
“So help me, if you’ve hurt him…”
“Temper, temper Dearest… He’s fine… Actually, I think he may have even enjoyed it a little. True bondage is an art form, you know.”
“You’re a sick woman… I’m calling the Police myself.”
As an angry Bruce Wayne set out towards the bedroom doorway where Selina stood, he knew damned well that a one-hundred-and-thirty pound woman wouldn’t be able to stop him. She may have had waiting accomplices, but Bruce didn’t care.
They couldn’t stop him either.
He was surprised when Selina willingly side-stepped out of his way, seemingly offering no resistance. What game was she playing here? Had she cut the phone lines?
Regardless, he knew that Gordon had stationed a police cruiser just outside his front gate. It would be a simple matter for Bruce to get there, even if he had to fight.
As the Master of the Estate placed his hand on the doorknob, he was caught unaware when Selina slammed herself against his back, pinning the larger man against the door. Her hand immediately shot down between Bruce’s legs into his boxers and then tightly squeezed his dangling balls… hard.
With a yell, Bruce spun around with an elbow that just missed taking off her head… But at least it made Selina release his fragile nuts. Christ that hurt… He felt the familiar bile spiking into his stomach as the abdominal cramps almost doubled him over.
As he grimaced in pain, Selina struck a boxer’s stance.
“That’s it, Bruce… Try and show me that you’re not Batman. Get ready, because I’m going to kick your ass.”
Was she fucking serious?!
Selina had actually raised her fists and was waving him towards her. Bruce knew from their past encounters that she was a decent martial artist, but Catwoman had always relied on the element of surprise, a whip, and razor-sharp claws.
She didn’t have a single one of those things going for her right now.
“Selina, I won’t fight a woman. I’m leaving…”
Before he could finish, Selina popped him with a lightning-fast jab that actually caught him just below his right eye and then followed up with a right-cross to the jaw that got his attention. Not bad… for a girl.
Still she didn’t possess the power in her hands to knock him out… No matter how fast she was.
When she plucked off the high heels, Bruce knew the kicks would soon follow. He let her launch a few roundhouses that were easily blocked and then avoided a few more combinations. While she had good technique, Bruce Wayne had been rigorously trained by masters.
He also outweighed her by almost a hundred pounds.
Still, Selina seemed undaunted.
“Show me what a big man you are, Batman.”
“Selina, just stop this nonsense and turn yourself in. I don’t know what you’re talking about and I don’t want to fight you…”
A quick roundhouse impacted the side of his arm. That was going to leave a mark.
“It was after high school when you travelled abroad to Asia, wasn’t it Bruce? That’s where you laid the foundation for your fighting style as Batman.”
“Yes, I studied martial arts when I was younger Selina, but that doesn't make me Batman. I know how to fight and I’m also a lot bigger than you.”
“Oh don’t worry about me Dearest, I’ve been practising with much larger opponents than you. One of the advantages of being locked up in a all-male prison I’m afraid. In my first week, I made the mistake of going after the biggest, baddest piece of shit I could find and wound up getting raped for my troubles.”
“Jesus Christ Selina, I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. I was an idiot… It just gave me the mental focus I needed… Five hundred push-ups a day, five hundred squats, one hundred pull-ups and as many planks and crunches as I could bear… And then there was the weight training and martial arts, Bruce.
But my greatest revelation was in how I must wage a war. I realized I had to pick my fights carefully and learn my opponent’s strengths and weaknesses before engaging them... just like you do. You study your opponents until you know them even better than they know themselves.”
“Maybe you should have just avoided fighting altogether.”
“Impossible… Blackgate prison is a jungle, survival of the fittest I’m afraid… I had to fight or I had to die... And I owe it all to you, Batman.”
In response, Bruce tested Selina by launching a quick one-two of his own, which she deftly avoided with some beautiful head movement. Selina wasn’t boasting, she had gotten better.
The frequency of her kicks increased as they started landing with powerful thuds against his thighs and arms. If one of them ever caught him across his head, Bruce knew that he would be in definite trouble. That incredibly short black dress wasn’t just for looks, it also allowed her legs and her powerful kicks full mobility.
Unfortunately, Bruce was at the disadvantage of not knowing how much technique he should display. If he allowed himself to go all out, Selina may have recognized some of his techniques as Batman’s own signature moves. As Bruce Wayne, he was trying to sneak in a lucky punch, but with no success. Selina was too damned faster and agile and she was only growing more confident as their one-sided fight dragged on.
“No drugs, no claws, no utility belt… just you and me. One man versus one woman... But I’m afraid if you don’t step up your game Darling, our fun will end very soon.”
Despite her taunts, Bruce decided to hold off until there were no other options available. He was bruised, but far from beaten. The pair of combatants continued to circle with Selina avoiding his heavy hay-makers and then punishing him nasty kicks to his knees and thighs.
She was picking him apart.
When one of her thudding, downward roundhouse kicks actually buckled his bum knee, Bruce decided that Discretion may be the better part of valour tonight.
“We seem to be at a stalemate, Miss Kyle…”
Bruce suddenly turned and made a break for the door, sprinting on battered legs. As his hand grasped onto the handle to open the door, she pounced on his back like a wild Hellcat, wrapping those grey stocking-clad legs tightly around his waist in a body lock and then sinking her arms around his exposed neck, securing a powerful rear-naked choke.
Fuck, when had Selina Kyle learned jiu-jitsu?!
Bruce realized he only had seconds to escape from her tight choke before he blacked out. Angling his chin down into his chest, he spun violently and used the doorframe as a battering ram, producing a satisfactory ‘OOF!’ as the latched-on Selina struck it.
With her choke hold now broken, Bruce easily pried her clinging arms off his body while she was forced to drop the body lock and stand on her own feet again. She really had learned new skills in prison.
Selina fought and writhed like a she-devil to get in front of him, clasping both her hands around the back of his head. He recognized the Thai-boxing stance and had expected the resulting knee to be aimed at his gut or face, but instead it took him squarely in the nuts.
Fuck, he forgot that she fought dirty…
As Bruce groaned from the pain of near-rupture and then involuntarily doubled over, Selina’s second knee slammed directly into his face in a bone-crunching thud that deafened his ears while stars began to twinkle on the periphery of his vision.
He hadn’t been hit like that for a long time…
On wobbly legs, Bruce slowly backed away from her, attempting regain his senses. He attempted to reason with her.
“Selina… What is it… that you want?”
“I want Batman. You have to let him come out and play, Bruce…”
As Bruce felt the familiar rage rising within him, it was pointless to restrain himself any longer. He had vastly underestimated Selina and she had him on the ropes. He was still staggered from that last knee.
To continue fighting like Bruce Wayne would only result in him getting knocked out, and then it would be a simple matter for Selina to pull off his undershirt and prove beyond the shadow of a doubt that Bruce Wayne was indeed Batman.
She had taken away his choice.
He had to fight her as Batman.
With a roar, Bruce ignored the pain and shot across the floor like a linebacker, slamming hard into Selina’s tight midsection, taking her down to the bedroom’s hardwood floor. He had to use his size to his advantage and take away her goddamned mobility.
As they tangled like violent lovers, Selina managed to bring her long legs up from around Bruce’s waist and then to his shoulders. As he desperately launched a punch at her face with his right hand, she shrugged it off and then squeezed with those long legs, trapping the offending arm between them.
All too late, the punch-drunk Bruce had realized that he had fallen into her trap. Selina had secured a fatal triangular choke around his neck. As she squeezed tighter, she raised up her hips, further cutting the blood supply to his addled brain. Her triangular choke was perfect.
In a last chance gambit to break free, Bruce vainly struggled to raise Selina Kyle off the ground, as those strong legs coiled around him like an anaconda. As his mouth became crushed into her rock-hard abdominals, only mere inches away from the lacy black G-String he had caught a glimpse of, he muttered a curse.
“…You little fucking bitch.”
As the dark fog of unconsciousness now drifted along the borders of his mind and his neck was trapped between her grey silky stockings, Bruce heard Selina’s seductive response, as though from a far distance…
“I’m afraid that you’re the little bitch now, Darling.”
With those parting words, Bruce blacked out.
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