It was not often that Batman found himself in a position that his attacks were rendered ineffective and useless, but this was one of those moments. His endurance was being tested, and the force behind his blows was not up to par. Madam Payen had simply moved in, thrust his hands out of the way, and exerted her will against the Dark Knight of Gotham. It didn't help that he had to contend with Catwoman as well, he bite on his neck had provided an ample distraction as well. As soon as he had her out of the way though the true villainess of the evening had moved in, right past his flailing arms, and he felt her hands wrap around his neck.<br/><br/>The air was thrust from his lungs as his back hit the ground, he felt his feet move out from underneath him, but there was not preparation for what came next. He was a victim to her will, he felt her plop hard onto his chest making it hard to regain the oxygen he had recently lost. It also ensured that he would not be able to fight back as he would have to focus and concentrate just on breathing. He could do it of course, suck in just enough to fill his lungs as necessary, he just hated the idea of being in that position. This didn't do him many favors in a few other areas either, his body somehow found the whole situation and position to be erotic, his erection full against his suit, his member straining hard against the thinner rubber in that area.<br/><br/>Knowing that he was going to need to try to free himself Batman did make a small attempt to throw her off of his chest, but he quickly felt her push his arms away, his body pinned down. He watched as she held the long metal rod with a paddle, wondering just what she intended to do with it. Many things were possible so he didn't dare make any assumptions, and his mouth had gotten him in plenty of trouble already that he fell silent in that department. Currently he was at her mercy, his exposed torso felt her smooth powerful legs against him, the sensual feeling of the material of her bodysuit against his chest where it covered her crotch, it was all amazing and tantalizing. It did not help the eroticism of the moment by any stretch of the imagination.<br/><br/>Batman's mind wandered a bit, this was reminiscent of past experiences with Catwoman, maybe not to the same level of his suit being torn apart, but there were similarities in the sensuality of the moment and the sheer dominance that was established. He wondered how she felt about, seeing that Madam Payen had essentially taken a page out of her playbook and upped the ante by quite a bit. This was far more erotic, far more dominating, far more humiliating for the Dark Knight, and yet he got a sense that Madam Payen could do so much more. Batman knew that the next time they met, if there was a next time, he would have to come more prepared to handle the challenge of a dominant vixen who apparently was hell bent on his destruction.