Batman listened to what Catwoman told him, as if there was much of a choice on his part. He also paid attention to the mocking tone that the woman used when saying things like Pandora. Her voice was sexy as it was, Pandora's though was admittedly sexier, in fact everything about Pandora was sexier then Catwoman. That was a hard thing to admit since Catwoman in her own right was incredibly sexy and sensual. Pandora however, exuded more power, more control, and as hard as it was to believe was more vicious then Catwoman was. She wore clothing like a dominatrix, and not to take away from the latex bodysuit that Catwoman wore, but the dominatrix style clothing won out in the end. Still Pandora seemed to want to destroy Batman while Catwoman herself just wanted to toy with him, that he could live with knowing that he would still live and be able to fight crime. Thus he tolerated Catwoman's actions. It seemed that she was not going to give Batman an option either, the kitty wanted her cream.<br/><br/>He wished she had left on her gloves, the smooth feeling from them felt better then the contact with her skin did, not to say it wasn't pleasurable, nor would he argue with her. That would prove to potentially cause problems that he didn't need. She was already willing to be on his side, he didn't need to drive her back to Pandora. "Fine, take my cream you crafty kitten, but then leave me be to heal while you formulate a plan in that sexy brain of yours." He said with little fight left in him. Her fingers on his chest felt so good, the circling around his belly button ensured that his arousal would stay high for her. Her hand went up and down his length, the strokes caused waves of pleasure through all of his nerves. His cock twitched in her grasp as his hips thrust hungrily for her to continue. He wanted to help take this evil dominatrix down, and if it meant giving into what Catwoman wanted then so be it.