Robin's Slumber Episode 13: Deceit of the Cat

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The thirteenth episode of a story I'm writing. Batman 66' fan fic, sleepy and adult themes. All Characters are over EIGHTEEN years of age. There will be extra original AI pics in the comments.

Episode 13: Deceit of the Cat

“Holy Innuendo Batman! Catwoman’s new address is 69 Pussywillow Way???”

“Her proper name is Selina Kyle,” Batman chided his young partner gently. “And while her address is colorful, we can’t hold it against her. But your suspicion is not completely unwarranted. We’re here to determine if that felonious feline has truly gone straight!”

“Gee Batman, her invitation was on her personal written stationary, I guess it must be legit.”

Robin quite clearly did not note that the stationary was pink. Or that it smelled of perfume. Or that it ended ‘Love Selina’. He knew that Batman’s relationship with Catwoman, er Selina, was… complicated.

“Correct Robin, and she also mentioned that she thinks she’s being watched. We’ll treat her with the respect due any citizen of Gotham. Let’s go see what the situation is.”

Batman and Robin got off the elevator on the penthouse floor of 69 Pussywillow Way and made their way to the large oak door at the end of the hall. The Dark Knight pressed the doorbell, and they heard an elegant chime emanating from inside the apartment. Several seconds later the door swept open and there stood their nemesis – the Catwoman!

Or rather, there stood the now law-abiding citizen Selina Kyle, formally their nemesis the Catwoman. She looked gorgeous, if quite unfamiliar, in a fetching gown of pink satin. The snug bodice was fitted to enhance her impressive cleavage, and the flowing skirt was slit nicely to advertise long lovely legs in pink silk stockings. Her long chestnut hair was swept back and tied with a pink ribbon, to highlight her face’s strikingly feline features.

“Hello Batman,” she purred. “I’m so happy you could make it on such short notice. And Robin, how purrfectly lovely to see you. Please come in,” she invited as she moved aside to let them through.

“Thank you, Selina.”

Batman followed the Boy Wonder into the palatial penthouse apartment and stood in awe. Everything from the plush carpets to the silk-papered walls to the velvet curtains to the elegant furniture was a bright, beautiful pink.

“So, boys how do you like my lair, er, I mean my place?”

“Holy Barbie’s Dream House,” muttered Robin.

“It’s very… colorful Selina,” offered Batman.

“Yes, well prison is so dreary that I was just dying for some color.”

“I understand,” smiled Batman gently. He had always been fond of Selina, even in her Catwoman days, and had not enjoyed seeing her go to jail for three years.

“You mentioned on the phone that you had been threatened. Can you tell me about that?”

“I know I’m probably just being silly, and I hate wasting your time.”

“Nonsense Selina, we have time for all citizens.”

“Well, this morning I received a bouquet of flowers, a beautiful array of lilacs. When I opened the card, it said that there was a ‘new Queen of Crime’ in Gotham City, and that I should stay retired if I didn’t want to get hurt. Now, as you know, I’m not going back to a life of crime, but I still thought you might want to be alerted. There may be a clue as to who this new ‘Crime Queen’ is.”

“That was smart thinking on your part Selina. But I also wonder who this so called ‘Queen of Crime’ is.”

“Holy Mystery Woman Batman! Those flowers must be from Lady Lilac!”

“Or mystery man, Robin. Best not to jump to conclusions. But whoever they are obviously doesn’t want any criminal competition from the Catwoman. Not that you’d do such a thing Selina.”

“Moi? I’d never even think of it.”

Robin reddened, remembering the stories of Dick Grayson’s private humiliations at the hands of Catwoman and her young lady friends. Selina, who had watched the film of the dozens of debaucheries, smiled softly to herself.

“There’s a new criminal mastermind in Gotham,” explained Batman, who had also been taken in by the cat-suited femme when he had been subjected to her Cataphrenic. “Have you heard of the Sandman?”

“Reow, hssst,” she hissed. “As cunning and capricious a criminal that you’ll ever find! Or so I’ve heard.”

 “Don’t worry, Selina, we won’t allow him to harm you in any way. Now where was that bouquet? Robin and I should check it for clues.”

“Well, um, it’s actually in my boudoir,” confided the feline femme, blushing herself and casting a meaningful glance in the Boy Wonder’s direction.

“Yes, well, perhaps Robin should stay with you,” decided Batman. “You could be in some danger. You don’t mind do you chum?”

“Gosh no Batman, I’ll protect her while you investigate.”

“Purrrfect,” agreed the former felon. “The bedroom is right down that hall,” she instructed, pointing a pink painted talon.

“Right, I’ll be back in a moment. Robin, use the bat-communicator if you need anything.”

“Shall we sit?” asked the pink-clad criminal offering her arm to Robin, after Batman had left the room.

“Um, sure,” agreed the Boy Wonder self-consciously.

The Pink Pussycat, her current alter-ego, as Robin was soon to find out, led the young man over to a pink-dyed leopard skin sofa. They sat and she crossed her long legs.

“Well then, isn’t this a pleasant opportunity to get to know the new Boy Wonder? I must admit, Batman’s former partner and I didn’t always get along, but don’t let my reputation bother you. I’m a new woman now. You’re not scared of me, are you Robin?” she cooed, moving a little closer on the couch.

“No,” he croaked.

“Good. Now, I was just going to have a nice saucer, I mean cup, of warm milk. Can I get you some?”

“Well, I don’t want you to go to any trouble.”

“No trouble at all Boy Wonder. You just get comfy and relax,” she purred as she rose. “I’ll be back in two shakes of a kitten’s tail.”

Batman, meanwhile, had made his way to that most private of havens – the woman’s bedroom. She had obviously not tired of pink before designing the room, as the color dominated as much here as in the rest of the apartment. The highlight was a huge round bed draped in pink satin sheets and covered with a plethora of pink pillows in a variety of shapes and fabrics. It was in the center of the bed that the Caped Crusader saw the bouquet of lilacs. Next to it was a small lavender colored sheet of paper.

Batman tried in vain for several minutes to retrieve the items without having to climb on the bed, but its sheer enormity made the task impossible. Gingerly, so as not to wrinkle the smooth sheets, he knelt down on the edge of the bed and crawled towards the middle. His job was made more difficult by the slipperiness of the silky sheets. At one point, much to his dismay, he sprawled flat on his stomach and slid for a few feet before he managed to halt his advance. The bed however was now quite a mess. The Caped Crime-fighter felt a stirring in his groin, no doubt caused by the erotic intimacy of his surroundings. Batman and Catwoman had always had a complicated relationship, and he had often imagined himself in her bed, although even his dreams weren’t as extravagant as reality was proving to be.

Once he had collected himself, Batman refocused on his task. The flowers were now in reach, and he picked them up warily before retrieving the note with equal caution. The bouquet seemed harmless enough and was quite impressive in the quality of the blossoms. The note seemed somehow more sinister, unseemly threats relayed in an elegant female hand on perfumed lavender notepaper. He handled the note carefully, keeping it away from his face. He knew full well the danger of a villainess' gasses. As he read, he held the flowers in his left hand and the note in his right. He perused the contents, carefully examining the grandiose boasts and grotesque threats for any hint that the violet-eyed villainess might give about her plans.

As he neared the end of the flowery-worded document he was surprised to see that there was a message for him as well. It was odd that Selina hadn’t mentioned it, although he thought perhaps, she had found the letter so upsetting that she hadn’t finished reading it. It never occurred to him that he had walked into a purrrfectly laid trap. A cat-trap! He began to read:

“Dearest Batman, it has been such fun leading you and your caped colleagues around by your nose and confused you at every turn with my clever and confounding crimes. I have especially enjoyed the company of your young friend Nightwing. But I’m sad to say that you may not recognize Mommy’s little Baby anymore. I have made my plans to begin my final conquest of Gotham City, and I feel that things will go more smoothly if you are not around. My new pet pussycat will have taken care of the Boy Wonder by now so that just leaves you. Sweet dreams, Batman darling. Love always, Sand Lady.”

Sand Lady? But how could that be? It took a moment for the message to sink in and that was too long. Batman looked at the lilacs in his hand just as the bouquet exploded in a cloud of pink gas. The Caped Crusader sank to the bed just as the closet door opened to reveal a grinning Sand Lady.

His mind heavy and lethargic from the heavy dose of narcotic gas, he made a final feeble attempt to rise, but he simply collapsed again. He watched helplessly as the fur-draped femme approached the bed. Summoning the last of his strength, he pulled the bat-communicator from his bat-belt. He managed to croak a single word ‘help’, before a second blast of sleeping gas engulfed his head, delivered by a pretty parasol, one of Penguin’s tricks of the trade (seducing the old fool had proved worthwhile, he had such fun toys). Batman slipped into darkness under her watchful eye.

Meanwhile, Robin was being entertained by Selina Kyle, formerly the Catwoman and now Sand Lady’s newest partner of convenience, the Pink Pussycat. The auburn-haired beauty was true to her word and returned quickly bearing a silver tray. She was humming softly to herself but the Boy Wonder could just make out the tune – ‘I’m in the Mood for Love’. She set the tray, which held a porcelain teakettle and two delicate matching cups, on the table and poured for the both of them.

“I simply adore a nice cup of warm milk,” she cooed. “Let’s make a toast. To new friends.”

Robin murmured politely and drank some of the milk. It was quite good. He finished the cup. Catwoman ignored her own, simply sat watching the young crime-fighter with her feline eyes. He didn’t even notice her smug grin, he had already begun to feel very sleepy. He tried unsuccessfully to stifle a yawn and his eyelids felt like lead weights. He could barely keep them open.

“Do you know what I enjoy after some warm milk?” asked the feline femme in a teasing voice. “A nice long catnap.”

She took the empty cup from his hands and put it on the tray along with her own.

“Just relax and lie back,” she instructed. “You must be awfully sleepy.”

He was indeed exhausted, and he slumped over as sleep threatened to overcome him. Catwoman cradled his head in her lap and softly stroked his hair with her long pink nails, while she began to hum again, a lullaby now. The Boy Wonder was almost completely asleep when Batman’s troubled voice burst forth from the bat-communicator. The abbreviated plea for help cut through Robin’s lethargy and he pulled himself free of the Pink Pussycat and struggled to his feet.

“Hssss!” hissed the buxom bad girl as she rose as well. “You should be asleep!”

The teen titan was already halfway across the room and headed towards the bedroom.

“Batman needs my help,” he insisted, still trying to shake off the shroud of sleep from the drugged milk. He almost made it to the doorway before bumping into Sand Lady as she swept into the room.

“And where do you think you’re going young man?” she demanded imperiously.

Clad in satiny silver pajamas and sable fur, she carried a black lace umbrella in one hand and a cherished vintage ivory cigarette holder with a smoldering cigarette in the other.

“Doesn’t anyone want to sleep today?” she asked and pointed her pretty parasol at him.

 The athletic youngster managed to push it away just as a blast of purple gas exploded from the tip. However, the boy was still drowsy, and the sudden movement caused him to lurch unsteadily into the wall. The brunette goddess moved quickly in front of him.

“It’s well past your bedtime my dear,” she informed him pointing her cigarette holder into his face. The tip exploded, ejecting the cigarette and engulfing the boy in a cloud of red gas.

“Off to sleepy-bye,” she cooed as he slumped face first to the floor.

“I told you Batman wouldn’t be able to resist the call of a lady,” Catwoman purred smugly. “They fell right into my cat-trap.”

“And the coming out of the new Pink Pussycat perplexed them purrfectly as well,” Sand Lady added, stroking the Cat’s ego.

“Now what do we do with them?” Catwoman enquired.

“Batman has used up his nine lives and then some by now,” she mused thoughtfully. “Do with him as you wish. I have my own parental plans for Robin.”

“Does parental mean anything special Sand Lady?”

The Brit sighed.

“I thought you would enjoy a simple pun Catwoman. Suffice to say that the Boy Wonder needs a strong Mother figure in his life.”

Best to stick with her ruse for now; the Pink Pussycat was proving to be a fine addition to the squad and would make a perfect princess pet; her criminal corporation was shaping up nicely.