Batman thought that being free from the clutches of Pandora would be a good thing. He thought for one moment that Catwoman may have had a change of heart, yet here she was being sultry and sexy. As much as he secretly loved the dominance she expelled, never ever admitting it, he felt that this was hardly the right time for her to act like a cat in heat. The situation was not ideal, Batman's body ached, his wounds stung, and above all things he wanted to heal up from the assault. In the current time though he was at a loss for words as his body reacted to the smooth feeling of her skintight vinyl suit as she glided across his body with the grace and elegance of a figure skater. She spoke the truth, his body did want her, but why couldn't she see that it was bad timing?<br/><br/>He watched her movements as her face approached his, the lust clearly in her eyes dictated that there was presumably little the Dark Knight could do to stop her. He could feel her soft bosom press into his chest, her sharp metal talon met his lip. The last part caused Batman's body to stiffen up, her claws were a point of concern, sharp and deadly, especially with no protection left, Batman didn't want to make any sudden movements as her lips and tongue found his collarbone. The spot was sensitive, a habitual moan escaped his lips to let her know it was wonderful, why wouldn't it be though, she had known his body for some time now.<br/><br/>He knew where this was headed, a blind person could see it coming as her gentle yet fierce attack on what was let unscathed continued. It was as if she was determined to mess up anything Pandora had left in perfect condition. He watched her stand, perhaps a change of heart was in the air? If only he could be so lucky, unfortunately he was not so. The zipper revealed patches of flesh though her tight top hugged to her breasts very well. Once more she she came down, moved his hands over his hand roughly as the cuffs clanged together hurting his wrists a bit. The kiss was rough, her tongue protruded and forced into his mouth. His own responded automatically to the game of tonsil hockey she was clearly winning. Her hand reached for his hard cock, the smoothness of her gloves felt so amazing he almost wished it would never stop. Then she opened it up, she asked a question, and it was just the opening he had been looking for. "I think you should let me rest you horny minx. I need to heal up and you aren't helping, you are making it worse. There is a bad woman out there, and all you want is to cage the flying rodent. Help me please, turn over a new leaf and get rid of your competition." He hoped to appeal to many sides of her, humanity rivalry, etc. Inevitably Pandora was a rival for the dominance of Batman, that was undeniable.