Catwoman & Batman - The Wager

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Story © Steve Zink & Eric

The following story contains characters owned by DC Comics/Warner Bros. It is written as a fanfic parody story not intended to make any use of actual story lines in published books. The story is purely for fun, with no profit to be made by the authors.

Alfred was starting to wonder about these trips he'd been making for Master Bruce. Instead of the master of the Wayne household riding to or from some location, Alfred had been driving to an elegant condominium high-rise to pick up an unbelievably beautiful woman with a long mane of raven black hair. Master Bruce never went to see her, she was always brought out to Wayne Manor to see him. Could his Master Bruce have finally found a woman with whom he could settle down?

Alfred had no way of knowing just what these two did at Wayne Manor, for Master Bruce always met her at the limo on arrival, and escorted her inside to rooms in which they were not to be disturbed, while Alfred parked the limo. The discreet butler knew better than to ask his master for any details. All he knew for sure was that on every night, and the occasional next morning, that he took the female guest back to her condo, she always had a happy glow on her face.

As always, Alfred watched as the raven haired beauty reached for her large shoulder bag, and slung it over the same right shoulder on which she had her purse. Master Bruce came to her left side, and wrapped his right arm around her shoulders. She took her unoccupied left arm and reached up to put her hand over his left shoulder. The two walked arm in arm into the mansion, cooing softly to each other. Alfred smiled.

The games these two played with each other in the upper rooms of Wayne Manor were never simple. After all, they knew each other much better in their street guises, for that is how they more often met, usually in the dark of night. And so it was that the Dark Knight went down to the Batcave to change, while his paramour went into a room upstairs to put on her own second identity. She knew just how long to wait before going to meet him in yet another, much more intimate room.

Catwoman walked into the master bedroom for her meeting with Batman. It was hardly surprising that she moved with such a feline grace. Selina enjoyed Batman's admiration, and she smiled like a cat devouring the cream. She was in her normal costume, except for the fact that she was wearing boots with extremely high stiletto heels - not what she wore while committing crimes, but rather, ones to excite Batman. Having once been a high priced whore, Ms Kyle knew how to entice the male libido.

The Bat and the Cat were soon in each other's arms, with the scenario varying on alternate nights as to who would strip whom. On this evening, it was Catwoman who did the honors. She very craftily removed the Batsuit from her lover, and then did a bit of a strip show in taking off her own skin hugging costume. Soon, they were naked together on his bed, and making love with all the fervor of their passionate natures.

Without telling her, Batman was thinking, if there was ever a sexier woman than Catwoman, he would have to experience her to believe it. Similarly, Selina was keeping her own mouth shut, other than moaning and squealing, thinking that if there was ever a stronger, more virile man than Batman, he would be in the Guinness book of world records!

Afterwards, they lay warmly in each other's arms. They both enjoyed these brief meetings with each other, all the more so because they loved each other. They had to hide that love, unfortunately, because they were on opposite sides of the coin of life. Batman finally broke both the silence and serenity of the moment.

"Darling Selina, can't I persuade you to give up a life of crime, and marry me?"

As much as they'd grown close, this question stunned her, and a look of shock was briefly seen on her face. Selina was tempted, but wondered many things. How would she like being Mrs. 'anybody'? She spoke this fear only to herself.

"Darling, I love you!" she purred in her sexy, contralto. "I really do, but I like the excitement of crime. It gets my juices stirring. You really ought to try it some time."

Batman laughed. "Catching criminals is exciting, too! Any idiot can commit a crime, it takes more brains to catch a criminal than to be one." As soon as he'd said this, Bruce flinched, in realizing what he'd implied.

"Bruce, are you calling me an idiot?" Selina retorted. She felt her claws curl.

Taking her by the shoulders, Batman recovered quickly and said, "Sorry! I apologize. You're brilliant! But you really ought to try catching malefactors, I think you just might like it better."

"It's a pity we could not change places for a while, darling," Catwoman told him. "That would be the only way we could find out for sure." She grinned with her seductive smile.

Batman's muscular body laid back in thought. "A wager, Selina my love."

Immediately, she was alerted, and Selina's body tensed. "A wager?" she replied inquisitively, her green eyes glowing as if she truly were a cat.

"Yes, we will trade places for a month. I will commit three crimes. They will be against properties that my companies or I own. That way, they wouldn't be true crimes. If I, as Catwoman, get away with them without you, as Batman, catching me, we will revert back to our own bodies. You will then marry me, and give up the life of a villainess."

Catwoman purred a throaty laugh, and sat her magnificent body up on the smooth black satin sheets. "And how are we to work such a trade, Bruce, darling?"

He smiled with a wide and rare grin. "I have a machine that will switch our minds between our bodies. I have avoided any thoughts of ever using this machine again, after the problems it caused earlier, but this is a special case, and I think the ends justify the means. For that month, I would be in your body; I would be Selina Kyle, the notorious Catwoman. You would take my place as the Batman, the feared avenger! Oh, and also as Bruce Wayne, the wealthy aristocrat."

Selina roared, "It's deliciously wicked! I love it. What a princely jest upon the world." The vast majority of people would have disbelieved Bruce's claim, but not Selina. Her lover never made claims he could not back up. She thought for a moment.

"But if I do catch you, what do I get out of it?"

"What do you want?"

She considered, then replied, "I would not ask you to take up petty crime; what would be the point? You are so rich now that any addition would hardly be worthwhile, or very exciting. I know the dark beginnings of your life, my dear. The dreadful murder of both your parents in front of your own eyes when you were a child."

Bruce's face darkened, remembering the tragedy that had driven him during his entire life.

"No, what I propose is this: that if I catch you, we will take up the task of punishing those the law cannot or will not touch, the real focus of evil -- crooked politicians, the polluters, CEO's that abuse everyone and everything and hide behind bought politicians and an army of lawyers, the dealers in death, certain arms dealers, totalitarian monsters like Sadam Hussein... There will be plenty to do to keep us from being bored."

Batman sat back in thought. The idea was dangerously seductive, like Catwoman herself. When he looked up to her face, he saw the apparition that had first drawn him to this awesome woman. She looked for all the world like a grinning Cheshire Cat.

"Oh, and I still will marry you," Selina added coyly, "no matter who wins or loses."

Batman flashed a charming smile that quite stirred her heart. "Well, in that case, I cannot lose!" he told her.

"You're so sweet!" she said with a purr, and rubbed her magnificent naked body against his.

They then set up the details of the wager. First of all, they would need to know a great deal more to impersonate each other. That took about a week, interrupted by meetings between the sheets. No one was to be told, not even Alfred, Bruce's butler and his dear departed father's mentor. Most especially not to be told would be Robin, whose youthful impetuosity would likely take the information and spread it far and wide. Even Catwoman's small gang of kittens was to be kept in the dark.

* * * * *

On the day they were to perform the switch, Selina spent the morning at the beauty parlor getting 'the works'. "I certainly am not going to turn my body over to you, unless everything is perfect," she explained later to a very puzzled male. Bruce would soon understand.

There was an odd sexual excitement within them both as they sat down in the chairs in front of the computer-like machine. They pulled the helmets connected to the machine over their heads. It would be the ultimate possession of a lover - of a lover's body. The machine started auttomatically, once it detected that they were both in place, and both bodies slumped forward.

Batman's body was the first one to stir. He stood up on unsteady legs, looked around, and gasped. He stared unbelievingly at the richly endowed, sexy body in the other chair, seeing it directly without mirrors for the first time. Excited, the strong, large male then touched the softness of the woman's huge breasts.

She murmured throatily. Then her green eyes opened and focused. For a moment, she shook her head, and her long midnight black hair was a floating cloud. "It worked!" she cried, excitement in her sexy voice.

He picked up the female body effortlessly in his powerful arms. "It sure did! My God, you are so strong!"

The woman grinned at him, and in a soft sexy voice replied, "You like that? And it's you that is so strong, not me!"

"Who wouldn't?" he grinned. Selina, in this new body, felt an overwhelming rush of desire for her former body. Every enchanting curve, the way she walked and talked was so erotic! He felt his newly acquired maleness come to attention, and his equipment ached with its hardness!

For Bruce's part, she now felt so attractive, so sexy, so feminine! Bruce looked at her former body, and felt herself getting wet. God, she felt so hot! She smiled seductively at Selina in the Bruce body, and suddenly felt herself caught up in strong arms that pressed the two of them together. Lips desperately sought her new soft ones. And Bruce purred with contentment.

It felt so naturally right, to make love this way, somehow. Sex was incredible. Selina felt so strong, so in control, so powerful, well, so fucking manly. The former Batman felt so incredibly sensuous and sexy, and so desirable. For both, the pleasure of sex seemed better than before, perhaps because it was fresh and new, perhaps because it was the ultimate in self gratification - to make love to oneself.

They stayed together in one great lovemaking bout after another until the dawn.

* * * * *

Bruce awoke first, stretched catlike, and smiled a smug smile. She sure had her man, with her claws deeply embedded. He would never get away! Selina's new eyes opened, and he smiled at his beautiful lover. Never had he seen such a sexy woman!

After showering, during which she discovered the delicious feelings her new body generated, when touched in just the right places, Batman started dressing Selina's body in her clothes. Before the switch, Selina had set them out for her to make it a bit easier for the first time.

Bruce figured out how to put on the bra soon enough, by just letting her body's memories work her hands without thinking about it. Then she put on some lacy pink panties, and some smoky grey pantyhose. The buttons on the light blue blouse seemed to be on the wrong side, but Bruce recalled that feminine shirts had the buttons reversed from male shirts. She once again allowed her fingers to just do what they naturally wanted to do. She pulled on the black leather miniskirt, and zipped it closed around her tiny waist.

Batman then sat down and picked up the shoes she found at the base of the bed. She slipped her feet into them, and then stood, wavering slightly. Bruce found she had trouble moving in the black five inch heels Selina had put out for her to wear. She had thought it would be funny, and so it was. Despite the inborn grace of this body, Bruce was using old male mental controls. She staggered and almost fell. She'd already forgotten the lessons learned in putting on her bra and blouse. But soon, natural muscle memory took over, and Bruce started walking gracefully.

"You picked those shoes deliberately, Selina!"

"MOI?" Selina laughed with Bruce's deep voice.

She then sat at the dressing table to put on her makeup, which with both her experience in disguise as Batman, and the innate skills of the body she now wore, was no problem. While doing so, she told her lover, "For the time being, we need to start thinking of ourselves as who we appear to be, not who we really are. I am now Selina Kyle, you are Bruce Wayne. The sooner we can get settled into our new identities, the sooner we will be able to blend in for the purposes of the wager."

The ex-Selina nodded, and said, "I was hoping you'd say that, SELINA. I felt kind odd and awkward thinking of myself as Selina in this body. I'm now Bruce, and will act accordingly."

* * * * *

Soon, the new Catwoman left to start her new life as a villainess, while the new Batman was preparing to track her down. If Selina, the ex-Bruce, could commit three crimes within a month, but be caught, then the ex-Bruce would win. If Catwoman could get away with her crimes for a month, then Bruce, the ex-Selina, would be the victor. Each was supremely confident of success, but either way, the old Selina figured he would win. He hadn't figured on the new Selina's conniving mind, however.

The new Catwoman arrived at her lair. She had twenty-four hours to change it, then the game would start in earnest. Her three kittens greeted her with affection, and were hardly surprised when she told them of her desire to move to a new place she had already picked out. Before they started the move though, the kittens persuaded her to join with them in a bit of kittenish sexual frolic. The new Selina was introduced to the thrills of lesbian sex, expanding her repertoire.

* * * * *

The new Bruce Wayne sat in the magnificent morning room of Wayne Manor, waited on by his faithful butler, Alfred. Bruce sat back. Hey, this was kind of nice, he felt so secure. That night, he had a fundraising affair to go to for the President of the United States. Before, the Secret Service would have shot Selina on sight; now they would kiss his ass. He was taking a friend, Barbara Gordon, the police commissioner's daughter.

He stared at his image in the mirror hanging down from the back of the seat in front of him in the limo a bit later. Glaring back was a man who defined tall, dark and handsome. His dinner clothes were the best in the city, perhaps in the world. He sat back in his chauffeur driven limo, and arrived at the banquet where everyone fawned over the billionaire. Even the president himself was acting awkward and ill at ease in front of him.

Barbara was an entertaining dinner companion, and seemed to know a lot about crime and crime fighting, but she was hardly as desirable as Catwoman! Still, Bruce could have sworn that he had been up close and personal in his past life with Ms. Gordon, but couldn't figure out how. The ex-Selina had no idea that she was being escorted by Batgirl herself, who had been attended to by her claws on a number of occasions.

A beautiful blonde woman of about thirty made a real play for him. There was something about her that made Bruce's instincts shout beware, and he secretly took a glass the woman was using to check her fingerprints. She supposedly was a wealthy widow named Grace Van Skyler.

* * * * *

Catwoman was trying on and admiring herself in different clothes and costumes in her new hideout. She had not seen her predecessor in some of these costumes in years, and was glad they had been saved. Black catsuits and dresses, grey catsuits, dark blue leotards, even a rarely worn bright green catsuit. Selina reveled in squeezing her body into each one, switching from one set of boots to another in a mix and match type of dressing game. She even tried on some of the 'civilian' clothes hidden there, soon realizing that they were obviously her old prostitute outfits. No wonder she felt like such a whore with her kittens!

For some reason, Selina felt even better in trying these on. 'I am really hot!' she thought happily. She couldn't wait until she was in bed with her lover again, and she could fuck his brains out. She sighed, but business called. The Wayne Jewelry story was to be her target, at high noon. She fell asleep, dreaming of sex and cats on rooftops.

* * * * *

Batman woke up screaming. Sweat was on his face. He had just seen his parents killed again before his eyes. 'Poor Selina, thought Bruce, as he grew calm. 'Did he have these dreams often?' The memory must be horrible to have remained in Bruce's brain. The new Bruce was able to handle them better than the old Bruce, as it hadn't really happened to him, no matter now real they seemed. He thought of Catwoman, and grew lustful. 'God, I want to fuck her so bad!' It was so strange to be so in love and lust with your own body! Bruce laughed, and sipped a 100-year-old vintage wine, then he drifted back to sleep.

* * * * *

A horde of squalling, fighting cats and dogs invaded the premises of Wayne Jewelry; dowagers screamed, saleswomen were terrified, and security people scurried about. In the midst of this chaos, Catwoman appeared, wearing a skin tight outfit of purple lycra and black leather. "I've come down like a cat on the fold!" she purred. The small amount of opposition she met was handled with a few well placed kicks from her patent leather thigh high boots. Catwoman made off with $1M in diamonds.

That night, from a pay phone, she called Batman to gloat.

"Nice robbery!" he said. "Very clever, but it's not over until the fat cat sings."

She purred. "Darling, I suggest a truce this evening. I miss you terribly!"

He got hard just thinking about it. "You're on!"

This time, Alfred was actually picking up his Master Bruce, but had no way of knowing this. The raven haired goddess who he took to Wayne Manor looked just like she always had, if not even more stunning.

They met at their usual spot, only now it was Bruce in Selina's body who came slinking in, wearing tight and revealing clothes she'd taken from the whore wardrobe, and Selina in Bruce's body that came in wearing a Cashmere sport coat. Lovemaking was great. Bruce could not believe the sexual energy that Selina was exuding, and wondered if possibly her old prostitute garb had brought on some changes in her already. Neither one could image a more perfect partner.

* * * * *

The next day was a charity golf outing, and Bruce was vastly amused to be so fawned over, and also to be able to hit a golf ball so far. Mrs. Van Skyler was making a pest out of herself, once again. She definitely deserved investigation. He sent his devoted butler home to speed up the process of checking her fingerprints. Bruce was more observant than Selina, even for the ex-Batman's vaunted detective skills. He noticed that Alfred was wearing down, and the ex-Bruce hadn't - or hadn't wanted to, notice it.

Bruce had a hunch where Selina might have hidden her new lair, and started doing a computer search. There were ten possible sites. That night, he donned the Batman costume and went searching through the night. His original body was no cream puff, but it was wonderful to be so strong and agile. The Dark Knight went from rooftop to rooftop, without even breathing hard. Batman came up empty at the first three stops he checked. Well, he had seven more to go.

He would also work from the other end. First Catwoman had hit Jewelry, would her next job be furriers? It might be a joke on Selina's part, now that he was a woman, to go after female luxuries, jewelry then fur. It was worth a look. Bruce found that Wayne Enterprises did indeed own a fabulous furrier. How amusing! There was more than one way to skin a cat. Using the sophisticated equipment in the Bat Cave, he set up an elaborate alarm system, and took other precautions.

The next day, he got the report on Grace Van Skyler. Hmmm! Very interesting. He called and invited her for dinner in three days, then he talked to Alfred to sound him out about a certain matter. Soon, another person would find out about the mind swap device.

* * * * *

Bruce thought, if he were Catwoman again, when would he hit the store? Of course - at rush hour! More customers, the most connfusion. So he called the manager, who of course fell all over him. The poor man was gibbering to be actually talking to Bruce Wayne himself! Boy, it was sure nice having your ass kissed everywhere you went, instead of having people reaching for the handcuffs!

At 5 PM, Catwoman and her gang hit the fur store. Fat ladies screamed, and Catwoman, again in her purple and black outfit, let loose lynxes and other wild cats. The customers started running for cover. It was weird for Bruce to hear his own triumphant, derisive laugh coming from the beautiful woman down there, the woman that used to be herself. Just as they were loading sables, he swung down and dropped pellets of Bat knock out gas. The last thing Catwoman saw was Batman's triumphant smile under the cowl!

When Selina woke up, she was in the Batmobile.

"Well, I guess you won! How did you figure out where I would hit?" she purred, not at all too disappointed. At least Selina would now marry him, after they became themselves again.

Batman explained his reasoning, and Catwoman nodded her lovely head. She looked around, and noticed scenery that did not look like that seen on the way to Wayne Manor and the Batcave. "Why aren't we headed for the Batcave?" she asked in a puzzled tone.

"Because we are headed for jail," Batman replied. "That is where criminal villainesses belong, isn't it, CATWOMAN?"

The ex-Bruce's heart grew cold in Selina's lovely bosom. "You wouldn't?! We had a wager!"

"Which I won. Now, I am Batman and Bruce Wayne, and you are Selina Kyle, the notorious Catwoman. I know you want to keep the technology of body switching secret, so I don't know if you will say anything, but even if you do, no one will believe you! Enjoy prison. I always thought it left a great deal to be desired, but you may like it - who knows!"

Selina was frightened. 'I'm stuck!' she thought, 'but wait, Alfred will believe me. I've got to get a hold of Alfred.'

"If you're thinking about calling Alfred, don't brother. I've changed the phones at my home, stately Wayne Manor, and will not accept any calls from any jails and only from certain numbers, period."

"I thought you loved me!" Selina found herself weeping, her generous breasts heaving.

He kissed her. "Oh, but I do, my treasure, I do. But you loved me, too, didn't you? And didn't you put ME in jail? Turnabout is, after all, fair play."

Before arriving at the police station, Bruce had Selina remove her purple and black costume while still in the Batmobile. She was given a plain blue smock to wear for her induction, and white sneakers. Even in such plain garb, Selina looked stunning. Bruce hid the costume in the Batmobile.

A stunned Selina Kyle was booked amid TV cameras and policemen, all congratulating Batman for his brilliant victory over a hardened criminal!

Two days later, in the holding cell, Selina had to kick the shit out of two guards who had tried to molest her. Because of this, she was put into solitary. Along with the gruel served for breakfast, Selina was given a copy of the newspaper. She pushed aside the inedible slop, and looked at the paper. Her heart grew cold. Her only friend, the man who had been like a father to her, was dead! An obituary of Alfred was in the newspaper. The story went on to say that Billionaire Bruce Wayne was heartbroken over the death of his long time servant! Had Bruce killed him, the only person who might believe she wasn't really Catwoman?

The barred door swung open, and a surprised Selina was taken out. Batman was there. Selina felt like scratching her two-timing lover's eyes out. Flash bulbs flashed. Batman presented the surprised Catwoman with a pardon sighed by the governor, and also a release sighed by Bruce Wayne himself, saying that it was all a scheme, first to test security, and more importantly, to reveal corrupt practices in Prison.

Batman said, "Ms. Kyle, will you please give us your report of what's been going on here?" He discretely slipped the scene.

Selina pulled herself together, and instinctively posed her magnificent figure. She smiled dazzlingly at the camera, and told about rapes, the selling and distribution of drugs, and the forced prostitution of the inmates. The Prison Warden and many others were arrested on the spot. The governor himself shook her hand, and made sure he sucked up to Bruce, who had promised him a sizeable campaign contribution! Very sizeable, indeed. Batman had shucked his Batsuit and made another appearance.

Bruce Wayne escorted Selina Kyle out of the building, via a nonpublic access near which was parked the Batmobile. As they made sure no one was watching, the two non-costumed people got in. The glass went opaque as Bruce flicked a switch. Moments later, Batman laughed as tears flowed down his face while he put his Batsuit back on. "What a joke! Got you pretty good! Did you really think I would leave you in there, my love?" Batman then surprised Selina by handing her the purple and black costume she'd removed a few days earlier.

Selina sighed with exasperated relief. Men were so silly. You never knew what stupid things they would think were funny! "I didn't know what to think! What happened to poor Alfred?" she said, while pulling off the blue smock.

"Didn't you know he had terminal cancer?"

"He never told me!" said a shocked Selina, as she slipped her legs into the tight fitting purple catsuit.

"I got it out of him. He didn't want to worry you."

"That is so like him!" Catwoman replied. She was crying for the loss of her best friend, another father lost, as she pulled the black thigh high boots on and zipped them tight.

"Well, only his body is dead."

"What!" she exclaimed, while pulling the shiny black shoulder length gloves onto her arms, flexing her claws when finished.

"Yes, I persuaded him, by saying how much I needed him, to switch bodies with Grace Van Skyler. Don't look so shocked, Selina. I had her checked out, and she was a merry widow murderess. She had already killed six husbands, and had planned on making Bruce Wayne the lucky number seven. So now, he is Ms. Van Skyler, working as Bruce Wayne's social secretary, and as a bonus, a dangerous criminal is permanently out of circulation!"

Selina knew she should feel outraged at Bruce's taking the law into his own hands. However, the relief she felt that Alfred, one of the most decent people in this world, was still alive, overrode any other feelings. She completed her costume by pulling the cowl down over her head, and tucking it into the neck of the catsuit. Selina was now Catwoman once again, and ready to change with Batman, but still hoping for her plans to work.

When they arrived in the Batcave, it was Batman and Catwoman who stepped out of the Batmobile, looking quite a bit different from the usual Batman and Robin. Bruce surprised Selina by not going directly to the mind swap. Had her plans actually worked? He gave her another outfit, and she changed clothes into a sexy casual outfit. She put on an alluring knit dress that showed off her magnificent figure, as well as the stiletto heeled black boots she had grown to love. Selina smirked at the mirror. 'I look great!'

They went upstairs, and Selina saw a stunningly beautiful, young blonde haired woman approaching them. She was smiling affectionately at Bruce. "Master Bruce," she said with an English accent fighting over a New York twang. "So this is your lovely intended. Miss Kyle, may I be the first to welcome you to the family!"

"Thank you!" replied the woman, wondering about already made wedding plans of which she was unaware.

"Well, I will leave you two lovebirds alone! Master Bruce, I can't thank you enough, it is so wonderful to be free from the pain I carried with me for six long years!"

After he left, Bruce turned to his former body. "You admit that I won."

Selina nodded her lovely head. "The forces of good, as usual, triumphed over the forces of evil."

He laughed. "Remember our wager. Now we go after the truly evil people in the world, whom the law can't, or won't, touch!"

Selina smiled. It was good to have an excuse to do so! She had always wanted to carry the crusade to the shadow figures that caused much of the world's human misery, but had been too constrained. Well, now that was out of her hands.

"Also, I do not want to go back! I like it here!"

"But, darling!" Selina said, feigning surprise.

"No buts, the machine has been dismantled and hid, you are stuck. I hope you won't be too unhappy, but you did lose the bet, and part of the bet was that the loser would have to do the winner's bidding. Well, I like being Bruce Wayne, the incredibly respectable Billionaire. I like sex better, I like being strong. I hope it won't be too hard on you, being the fallen woman, redeemed by the love of a good man, but you are going to have to put up with it. Sooner you, than me! I still expect you to marry me, keeping your promises."

The new, and now forever more Selina cried a few feigned tears, but nodded with glee inside. "I won't wear white at the wedding," she said mulishly!

The new and now forever more Bruce smiled with relief. "Wear whatever color you wish, Selina!"

"Also, jail was awful! You owe me big time for your trick. I want an unlimited charge account!"

"Is that all you women think about, is spending money?"

She grinned, and said, "Pretty much, that and sex!" She rubbed her body up against him.

"Now, that I have no objection to, either!" Bruce chortled. He was so relieved that his lover still loved him, and was taking it so well.

Each time in the ensuing days was better for them.

* * * * *

Selina's ensemble at the wedding was a pale lavender. She had developed a liking for the color purple. Her kittens were the bridesmaids, along with Barbara Gordon.

Barbara would soon find out a few things, and the kittens got a new member who turned out to be even more skilled at the pleasures of the female body. Besides showing them all many new tricks for pleasing and pleasuring each other, Barbara also learned much from her new Mistress. Selina eagerly took her under her wing as a whore that knew almost no limitations, and she even started to fill in for Selina when her duties as a wife precluded her from going out on the streets.

Yes, indeed. Selina had developed so strong a desire and need for sex that Bruce could not always satisfy her. The sensory overload that the new woman had experienced during her first few days as a female had radically changed her into the whore she now was. There were nights when Batman did not see Catwoman, nor was Selina in the Manor. Barbara slowly but surely started to fill in for Selina on the streets, and did her best to keep Selina's needs met.

Gotham City never saw Batgirl again, and everyone wondered what had happened to her. Meanwhile, the general populace became enthralled by the exploits of a new band of female crusaders righting the wrongs of the untouchable elite, led by Catwoman and working with Batman.


Epilogue

Selina was standing in front of the portrait of Bruce's parents, thinking of the recent past. 'It had worked! It had worked. The suggestions I had programmed into the machine had worked. Selina was happy to be Bruce Wayne and the Batman, and I can lay down the melancholy burden of my life, of being Batman, of being the haunted Bruce Wayne. I transferred the memory of their deaths to the new Bruce. He can handle it so much better, because he is not really me. I have done it! I have escaped from myself. I am now the incredibly sexy and free spirited Selina Kyle Wayne! I am Catwoman! I've never been so happy!'

With a glance to each side to be sure she wasn't being observed, Selina then put her thoughts into words. "Unexpected bonuses were that I like sex so much better, and are clothes ever fun, especially shoes and boots. I just can't buy enough! Fortunately, I have a rich husband!" she laughed, filled with joy. She had been reborn!

The end? No, no, no. The beginning of a number of new lives!

 

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