Batman Fan Fiction ❯ Catwoman: The Tamer ❯ Prisoner ( Chapter 5 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Prisoner

We stared into each other's eyes a long time. His boredom was very evident in the dullness of his expression. It was almost worth cracking a smile seeing his lips lowered and eyes drooping in an uninterested frown. I didn't bother asking any more questions, because in a very out-of-character decision, the clown refused to speak.

So instead I focused my mind on something more productive, scratching a few itches in spots my costume made it a nuisance to reach. I spun away from those dead yellow eyes, reached between my zipper and gave the soft skin under my breasts a satisfying clawing. :meows: I couldn't help but purr out loud, and felt thankful that the old man was too immersed in his work to notice me.

"How much longer before you find something mentally involving in there, chief?" I asked him impatiently. Now I was the one getting bit all over by the boredom bug, but pestering the butler while he worked hardly seemed fair. I never received an answer, meaning he really didn't hear me, or chose to pretend. Either way, I was grateful for being spared the embarrassment.

I sought to remove myself from his hair, so I asked, "Do you think Batman, or the mannequin clown here, would mind terribly if I took a quick shower? I feel a bit unclean from all the running and jumping I've had to do tonight." That was an understatement. Sweat had my skin clinging uncomfortably to the leather, and the suit bunched and pinched in irritating places. My legs chafed with every step I took in it.

Alfred was kind enough to direct me to the master bath, but I failed to hear because something more interesting attracted my attention. Once I faced my captive, I found his eyes were no longer so unresponsive compared to before. In fact, they were glued very tightly to my figure, following every dip and curve my hips made. Even more alluring was the way his lids widened at the prospect of me showering, as if he were picturing it in his head.

"Wow, hun! I had no idea you held such a strong attraction to my physique. Would you like to watch me shower?" I asked the clown in my most seductive voice. He groaned, as if experiencing a pinch of pain, but his head eventually gave a steady, slow nod. I laughed mockingly, putting a heel up on the side of the chair so my thigh hovered over his groin. "Is that right? You want to watch as the water sprays mama clean?"

"Pardon me, but what did you say, Madam?" The proper British accent directly behind my ear startled me, and I faced him with a sheepish smile, withdrawing my leg.

"I actually think I've made a curiously fascinating discovery, Alfred." He was carrying the needle in his hand, and his demeanor read threatening, although not directed at me. Still, if he thought he could inject me with whatever toxin it contained, I'd have to break that rule about not breaking the man's face.

"I'm proud to report making a promising, if worrisome observation of my own, Madam." He held the concoction up for me to see. It just looked like toxic waste to me. "I've run batches similar to this one under the microscope in the past. It's a sturdy blend of the fiend's trademark Joker Venom, as well as home-brewed persuasion juice, or truth serum as the youth tend to call it these days." That bit of news was a relief to hear, as I was already formulating ideas of using the drug when Alfred once again interrupted me.

"There's something else as well I found mixed well within the other contents. It's the reason it took so long, trying to isolate and analyze the component. It's… well, according to the computer, it's a powerful aphrodisiac." I don't know where I pulled my smile out from, but even more, naughtier ideas crowded my head. Purrhaps it was all the :meows: dirty thinking clouding my judgment, but I snatched the unholy drug from the butler's hand and turned to my helpless victim.

"That sounds like a potent poison to me. Let's see how the clown likes a dose of his own medicine." The butler didn't stop me as I rolled up the purple sleeve. The needle went in with ease, but he didn't seem to respond to it. There was no reaction at all, even when the last drop was injected under his skin, directly into the vein; not that I expected him to. It took a moment after I administered the Joker juice for it to take any effect, but when it did, the result was horrifying.

"Ha…ahaha…HAHAHAHAHAHA!" The clown came to life, finally resembling something of his former self. With an animated grin, his head twitched to the side as he considered me and Alfred. "That felt good! I was beginning to feel like a stiff trapped in my own body. Do you have any more? I would appreciate seconds."

It took me remembering he was tied down to regain my composure, and I got back into the character I was expected to play. I gave him a simple shrug in response. "Sorry, that was the last drop of it."

"Ah well, I'm sure we can find something to do that'll keep the good times rolling. Purrhaps a quick game of cat and clown, for old times sake?" he said, mocking me with a hyena's cackle. "Hey, who's the old guy? Is he a part of the film crew? You're a kinky cat!"

Alfred jumped up at the accusation, puffing out his chest and shouting, "I'll have you know…"

"Hey! Easy grandpa. I don't mind an audience, but don't go have a seizure on my behalf." After the third time, his laughter was more irritating than intimidating; I was fed up with it.

"Enough!" He silenced himself instantly, his face frozen in a horrific grin. "We don't have any time for play." Red lips dropped into a sour pout. "I have a few questions for you, and I need to know the truth!"

"What if you can't handle the truth, sister?" He tilted his head to the side, stretching to pop his neck. "You gonna let me free? If not, I don't think talking to me will do you any good, unless you plan on going mad with me. I have a comfortable setup in the Asylum. I don't normally bring dates there, but…"

"Who is the masked man you're working for?" He didn't want to answer. His head bobbed back and forth, his teeth gritted against each other. Still, even his broken mind couldn't resist the agent coursing through his veins.

"It's just some snot-nosed punk who wanted to play with the big boys. He's nothing significant, can't even build his own toys. I suppose that's why he offered me to work with him in the first place. Which reminds me, I should really keep away from the wine when doing business transactions. The stuff puts me in the wrong place, if you know what I mean."

"Why are you working for him? What's his name?" His reaction to my question was the same as before, only now his head jerked a bit more violently.

"What can I say? He managed to get into my head. Normally I would have sliced a pretty smile on his face for his efforts, but he found a way to tighten a few screws, straightened my crooked straight jacket, and afterwards, I didn't think he was such a bad guy. Ooh, tell me the Bat has him tied up in the other room! Those two in the same room would be a hoot."

"What's his name? What's his plan?" This he seemed eager to answer.

"To rule the world while it's in a state of massive anarchy full of gratuitous sex and spontaneous nudity. As for the name, it's shamefully and ironically lackluster. Still, these kids don't strive too high nowadays. "The Tamer" will never stand out as a classic. Doesn't even strike terror when you say it out loud."

"You're one to talk, Joker." He smiled at that, but subdued his laughter for once. "How does he plan on doing this?" This he answered by opening his legs, looking down at his lap, and showing me something that might haunt me in my nightmares more harshly than any of the psychotic man's murders.

"I'll give you three guesses." He laughed, a shrill cry that rose with his erection in volume. When he finally settled down, he eyed me like a spoiled child would a piece of candy. "The drug he possesses keeps the user suspended in constant, painful arousal. It also subdues the conscience, disables free will and makes them more open to suggestion. Very impressive creation."

"Is… is there an antidote?"

"Oh, that's the fun part. It only leaves the system through natural detoxification. In other words," he winked at me, "it's play time!"

He was up and rushing at me before I realized what was happening. With luck, I dodged the slash from the secret blade he kept hidden up his sleeve. Unfortunately, I was pushed off balance, and he succeeded in getting a good grip on my breast and slamming us both down to the floor. He wasted no time mounting me, making sure I was immobile before putting the blade to my throat, laughing the whole while.

"Ah, it's been a long time since we've been in this sort of position, right pussycat? Only this time I'm on top. Hey! You better stay where you are Lurch, or I'll show the cat the bloodier way to scratch an itch." His grip on my breast tightened, drawing an involuntary gasp from me and I arched my back, pushing my body into his. "Ooh, you sure know how to show a gal a good time, kitty." He gave an enthusiastic thrust of his pelvis into mine, laughing excitedly. With my head tilted back, I saw the sliced ropes on the floor, as well as something curiously concerning concealed in the shadows.

His fingers worked clumsily to peel away the leather, finding the zipper on the inside housed in my cleavage. His evil eyes opened nearly as wide as his demented smile as my top slowly came undone. The zipper marched south at the command of his fingers to the tune of his greedy snickering.

I was graciously spared being stripped bare by an unexpected kick to his ribs. He wheezed in pain and rolled over, off my pinned frame and onto the floor. A gloved hand reach out to assist me up, and for a moment I believed it was Batman to the rescue. But when I was right-side up, I noticed the female figure and the long, brick-red hair spilling down the sides of the mask. It was her.

"What are you doing here?" she asked me, sounding puzzled. I hadn't seen Batgirl in several years. Bruce told me she was having a vacation from the cowl, living it up on a college campus. For being away so long, she filled her costume nicely, and apparently kept her moves sharp. I answered with a meek shrug and we both turned our attention to the Clown Prince of Crime, who was clutching his gut and holding the green hair out his eyes with the blade resting on his own temple.

"Where in the world do you bat brats keep coming from? Someone should really hire an exterminator. I'll gladly take the job. Time to fumigate!" His fingers pinched down on the fake flower pinned to his lapel. Instantly, a cloud of green gas covered the area. The three of us backed away fast, Alfred taking up the rear, looking ready for a fight.

He rushed us with the same surprising agility he showed before, but this time I was fully prepared. I let my new partner catch the bladed hand, and took advantage of his defenseless stance by scraping at his face, painting my claws with his blood. Batgirl disarmed him with a slick turn of her fingers, popping the wrist, dislocating the joint.

I propelled a knee into his groin and she dragged his crumbling structure to the floor with him screaming, "Uncle! Uncle! Nieces! Nephews! I give up!" The redhead grew aggressive and sat on his back, keeping his limp arm elevated above his head. I used the break in action to zip up my suit, stuffing the kitties back in their place. "Alright, I'll be good. I promise! Now get off of me."

"Not a chance, psycho." I never saw the young girl so agitated before. It looked like she was willing to rip his arm off if he dared to move just the slightest bit.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll let me go soon. It's not like we have much time remaining." I couldn't help but snicker at the weightless threat.

"Why in the name of everything sane would we ever let a gruesome rat like you scurry free without a leash?"

"Because, I'm the only one who knows where Bird Boy and The Bat are." Batgirl looked up to me confused, and I can only assume Alfred's and my own expressions confirmed his words since her grip marginally slackened. "You're already going against the clock, and if you don't find them soon you'll be too late. Let's face it girls, you need your good pal Joker to get them back. So, what do you say, do we have a deal?"