The Cat and... the Bat?

Greetings, readers! Welcome to my submission for the 2018 Literotica Halloween contest. This story is a bit of fan-fiction set in the Batman universe, though not focusing on the Dark Knight. This story did well last year in a contest on another website, so I hope y'all like it, too. As always, your feedback is appreciated, and I hope you'll think it worthy of a five-star rating. Thanks for reading!

The Cat and... The Bat?

"All right, we got what we need?"

"I think so. Mr. Cobblepot should be happy with this."

"Cool. C'mon, up to the roof."

The two thugs climbed up the fire escape, feeling the autumn chill on the backs of their necks. Of course, that wasn't the reason their hairs stood on end; the constant threat of the Batman was more than enough to do that. Still, they knew better than to chicken out of a job. Batman was tough, but he was nothing compared to what their boss would do if they failed.

"Ok, almost at the top."

"Are we clear?"

"I think so... shit! It's the fucking BAT!"

On the other side of the roof stood the unmistakable outline of the most feared vigilante in Gotham City. But just as the thugs expected him to leap over and pummel them, he instead turned and ran for the stairwell door. Even more confusing, he seemed to be struggling and cursing at finding the door locked.

"Hey, I don't think he's the Bat," one of the thugs whispered.

"You're insane!"

"No, think about it! He didn't attack us or try to use his fancy belt. Hell, he's strugglin' with a damn door!"

"Oh, this is gonna be fun," he grinned, drawing a switchblade.

The pair approached the costumed figure, who turned sharply to face them.

"So, you ain't the Bat after all?"

With his hands up, the figure spoke, clearly sounding like a scared young guy. "Listen, I was just up here getting some air. You don't know me, and I didn't see you. Let's just go our separate ways, yeah?"

"Oh, you're gonna go separate ways all right. I'm thinkin' your arms can go over there, and your legs over there... maybe even your head up there."

Seeing the thugs approach, "Batman" realized that fighting was now his only chance at survival. He was no expert, but he had been taking Krav Maga lessons since the spring, and his body was strong enough that a few well-timed strikes would likely take the thugs by surprise. When faced with two opponents, one armed with a knife and one not, most people would attack the knife-wielding enemy first, thinking them the greater threat, but "Batman" knew better. That was a surefire way to end up with a knife in the chest; the unarmed opponent would be able to hold the victim in place for an easy kill. Instead, a prudent fighter should first stun the armed opponent before focusing on the unarmed attacker and using this opponent as a buffer against the armed attacker.

Before the thugs knew what happened, he swung a right hook into the temple of the thug with the knife before turning to the stocky, unarmed thug. Stunned by his sudden aggression, Stocky had no idea what was happening until it was too late. He unleashed a flurry of jabs into the goon's abdomen, forcing him back. As he staggered, "Batman" grabbed Stocky's arm with his left hand and forced his right across the man's neck, gripping a pressure point near his shoulder. Applying some pressure with his forearm on the thug's neck, he turned the man just as Knifey was recovering. The thug thrust the knife forward, but "Batman" had already placed Stocky between them as a human shield.

"GAAAAAAH!"

Stocky cried out in pain as his partner's weapon penetrated his back. The first thug pulled the knife out in a hurry and moved to attack once more. Unable to hold the man and defend himself, "Batman" pushed Stocky to the side. Turning to face Knifey, he assumed a classic fighter's crouch, keeping his hands open in anticipation of an incoming attack. The thug lunged once again, but he lacked any sort of finesse, and his target sidestepped with relative ease. Sensing an opportunity, he reached out for the man's knife hand in an attempt to lock his elbow and relieve him of his blade. Just as he thought he had the upper hand, the thug pulled back, causing "Batman" to lose his balance as he grasped for the arm that was no longer there. Stumbling for a moment, he had no choice but to go to the ground on purpose and try to roll away from his assailant. To his dismay, Knifey kept up and pinned him under his boot before "Batman" could retaliate.

"Say goodnight, Bat-freak."

*****

Four hours earlier

Jake fidgeted with his Halloween costume as he entered the apartment building. He was in fairly good shape and stood about six-foot-three, allowing him to pull off the Batman look with relative ease. Once the cowl was on, he'd be even more convincing; his red hair didn't exactly scream, "I am the night." Though the costume itself was the standard party store variety, Jake had added his own version of the famed utility belt. In reality, it was just a black tool belt that he had filled with candy bars, but it went with the costume quite well. Arriving at his date's apartment, Jake took a deep breath and knocked at the door.

"Yeah, whaddaya want?!"

The door swung open, revealing a large, surly man with greasy hair and a distinct scent of cigarettes and whiskey. Jake was tall, but this man had at least four inches and fifty pounds over him.

"Mr. Bullock?" Jake asked.

"Yeah... huh, thought the Commish woulda told me you were makin' a house call, Bats," he replied.

"Oh, no I'm-"

"Relax! I know who you are. You're that Thompkins kid takin' my girl to the Halloween party tonight, right?"

"Um, y-yes sir."

"Well, quit gawkin' and come on in!" Ushering Jake into the living room, Harvey Bullock continued, "Have a seat. Hailey'll be down in a few, so, ah... why don't we have a little chat while we wait? Man-to-man?"

"Of course, sir."

"That's Detective to you," Bullock chuckled.

"Yes, Detective."

"Thompkins, eh? You any relation to that doctor lady? Leslie, is it?"

"Yes, she's my Nana," Jake replied.

"Sweet broad, that one is," Bullock said with a grin.

"Yeah, she's kind of the best. But, um, don't tell her I said that."

"HAH! My lips are sealed, kid. So, you a student at Gotham U like Hailey?"

"I am."

"What's your major?"

"Um... undecided for the moment."

"Undecided? The hell's that supposed to mean?"

Jake explained, "I started with chemical engineering, same as my father, but... I think I want to go a different way, get out from under his shadow. Now, I just have to figure out what that means."

"Hmm... sounds like you need to get your head on straight, kid. Listen, you seem like a good guy, but just bein' a good guy ain't good enough for my little girl, understand? You wanna have a shot with her past tonight, then you gotta grow a pair and figure out what kind of man you wanna be, capisce?"

"Yes, Detective. I understand," Jake replied meekly.

"So, gonna take my Hailey to the party? Show her a good time?"

"That's the plan."

"Just not too good a time, eh?" Bullock chuckled, pointing his fingers like a gun at Jake.

"Of course," Jake replied, managing a laugh.

"Good. 'Cause make no mistake: you take any liberties with my little girl, and I'll personally cut your balls off and feed 'em to Killer Croc."

Jake gulped at this. "Understood."

"I'm readyyyyyyy!" came a sweet voice from the other room.

Jake and Bullock stood as Hailey entered the living room dressed in a toga. Her body was wrapped in a white bed sheet that was clipped at her shoulders, and her long black hair was pinned up in a playful ponytail. She then gave a little spin to show the ornate barrette in her hair. Jake was speechless, not to mention hard as a rock.

"Very nice, Baby Doll," Bullock said, saving Jake from his speechlessness.

"Thank you, Daddy," Hailey replied, kissing him on the cheek. "Hi, Jake."

"Hey, Hailey... wow. You, um... you look great."

"Thanks, I worked hard at my costume," she replied. "Ready to go?"

"Sure."

"No drinking, got it?!" Bullock said forcefully.

"Absolutely," Jake replied.

"All right, you kids get outta here. Go on, vamoose!"

As Jake turned to close the door behind them, Bullock caught his eye once more, snipping his fingers like a pair of scissors around his groin area. Jake gulped once more, nodding in confirmation. Once the door had closed, Hailey made for the wicker loveseat in the hallway next to her dad's apartment and flipped the seat cushion up.

"Finally!" she sighed.

"What's up?" Jake asked.

"You'll see," she said shortly.

Hailey swiftly undid the clips of her toga, letting the bed sheet fall to the floor and revealing her real costume underneath. She was now clad in an outfit that could only be described as "Slutty Wonder Woman." It was the right colors and bore Wonder Woman's emblem, sure, but its functionality was highly debatable. The entire outfit was little more than lingerie, being a tight red and gold corset with American flag panties. She wore a pair of red stiletto heels on her feet, and reached into her purse, trading her ponytail for Wonder Woman's trademark headband.

"Whatcha think?" Hailey asked.

"Um... holy shit," Jake stammered.

"I'll take that as a compliment," she replied, hiding the remnants of her toga underneath the loveseat's cushion. "Come on, these two superheroes need to get super wasted!"

Remembering her dad's warning, Jake was about to protest the part about alcohol, but the sensation of Hailey's lips pressing against his silenced him at once. It wasn't a kiss of passion or emotion, but he enjoyed it nonetheless.

"Ready?" she asked.

Still flushed, Jake could only sigh, "Yeah..."

*****

Hours later, the party raged on at the Gotham University student union building. The third-floor common room was abuzz with college students in a variety of costumes, though superheroes were the most popular choice. Jake was pleased to see that, of the Batman costumes present, his was indisputably the best. Not that it was helping his popularity much. His "date" had hardly paid attention to him since arriving, floating around from guy to guy and never once turning down an opportunity to get ogled. Even though the party was university-sponsored, and thus free of alcohol, plenty of students had managed to sneak in their own party favors to liven things up. Jake was convinced Hailey had managed to consume more than half the alcohol present through flirting and teasing alone.

"Dude! Great costume!"

Jake turned to find his roommate walking up in a pirate outfit, complete with a stuffed parrot on his shoulder.

"What can I say? I am the night!" Jake replied, imitating Batman's gravelly voice.

"Nice! Doesn't hurt that you've got the hottest girl here."

"That's debatable," Jake snorted. "She hasn't even noticed me since we arrived."

"Well, look! She's alone on the dance floor right now. Make your move!"

"Huh... just like that?"

"Just like that!"

Figuring he had nothing to lose, Jake made his way through the mob of people towards Hailey. She was definitely one of his greatest fantasies, with her long black hair and nubile body. Her Wonder Woman outfit only served to tease him even further, hinting at the incredible treasures hidden within. She didn't seem to notice as he approached, but as he started dancing next to her, Hailey's face turned to an expression of annoyance.

"Oh god, it's Bat-breath..."

"What?" Jake asked, unsure if he had heard her right.

"Listen, I only went out with you to get my dad off my case," she continued, her words slurring. She was clearly beyond wasted. "He hates all the guys I wanna date, so I had to go with a 'nice guy' to make him happy. Sorry, but you're a Bat-loser. So just go Bat-scram and find someone your own Bat-speed to go and Bat-fuck. Peace out, Bat-dickhead!"

With that, Hailey grabbed a drink from a nearby table and tossed it in Jake's face, causing him to curse and recoil. As he looked up, Hailey had completely lost her balance and was now a drunken, giggling mess on the floor. By this time, Joseph Stromwell, the Dean of Student Affairs, had arrived, knowing alcohol had to be involved in the incident.

"Is this girl your date?" Stromwell asked Jake.

"Nope. Not any more," Jake spat.

"All right, on your feet, young lady," Stromwell continued, helping Hailey up.

"Lemmie go, you perv!" she tried to protest.

"Come on, you've had enough fun for tonight. Let's get you sobered up."

"Uh, Dean Stromwell. Just so you know, she's-"

"Yes, Mr. Thompkins, I'm aware that this young lady is Detective Bullock's daughter," Stromwell replied. "Rest assured, I'll make sure she gets home safe."

"Ok, thanks."

With that craziness done, Jake slipped off into a hallway with a few napkins, drying his costume as much as he could. Thankfully, the cup had been mostly empty, not that Hailey had been sober enough to know that. Sighing in frustration at thinking she had actually been into him, Jake strolled off towards a nearby stairway.

"I need some air," Jake muttered.

The unofficial rule around the university was that the roof of the student union building was available for students as a "cool off" area. Jake had come here himself a month ago after he thought he had failed an exam. He hadn't, but the solitude had helped calm him down until he eventually learnt that he had in fact passed. As he arrived at the door to the flat rooftop, Jake found a small rock and placed it in the doorframe to make sure he didn't accidentally lock himself out. Unknown to him, the door slipped closed almost as soon as he stepped away from it.

Looking out into the night, Jake felt his anger beginning to subside. The gorgeous skyline of Gotham was always a sight to see. Although the student union building was not particularly tall, being only four stories, it was situated at a perfect point in the city. From here, such sights as the Cyrus Pinkney Museum of Natural History and the iconic sign atop the Ace Chemical Plant could be seen with ease. He smiled as he looked up into the sky, noticing the full moon.

"Wonder if I can just blame tonight on you, my friend," Jake laughed at the moon. "Full moon on Halloween? That can't be good news, right? Guess it's a good thing I'm not superstitious."

Just then, Jake heard a disturbance of some sort from the other side of the rooftop. As he moved around the stairwell entrance, he saw a pair of men climbing onto the roof from what he assumed was the fire escape. Moving a bit closer to them, he could see they were dressed all in black with crowbars in hand; it was safe to assume they were up to no good. Jake's pulse raced, and he thought for a fleeting moment he could just quietly exit the roof before they noticed him.

"Huh? Oh, shit! It's the fuckin' BAT!" one of the thugs shouted.

*****

As Jake struggled with the thug's wrist, the knife drew closer to his throat. Jake knew this was it; there was no way out. The best he could do was delay the inevitable. As he prepared to summon up the rest of his strength in a last-ditch effort to survive, the thug's head suddenly flew back at the sound of a whip crack.

"AH! What the fuck?!"

Blinking twice, Jake now saw the thug struggling with a mysterious figure in the shadows. A bullwhip had been latched around his neck, yanking him every which way but loose and forcing him to drop the switchblade. Soon, he was dragged into the shadows, whereupon the mysterious figure began to unleash a furious assault on him. Try as he might, the thug was completely outmatched in skill, and after several missed haymakers, he took a series of jabs to the stomach, followed by a devastating strike to the face. As he fell unconscious into the light, Jake saw what appeared to be scratch marks all over his face. A moment later, Jake's savior stepped forward.

"You're a decent brawler, kid, but you're no Dark Knight," came a sultry voice.

Jake's mouth dropped open at the sight before him. At first, he only saw a pair of black medium-heeled boots, connected to a long pair of legs covered by a skintight jumpsuit. His eyes traveled upwards, tracing the magnificent curves encased within the black jumpsuit until he had to pause at the pair of incredible breasts protruding from within. Above them, the jumpsuit ended in a turtleneck, and he at last saw the soft, feminine face of his savior. From within a helmet with cat-like ears on top, the wry smile and fierce look in her eyes indicated that this was not a woman to be trifled with. Jake's mouth went dry as he at last realized who he was staring at.

"No way... Selina Kyle? Catwoman?!"

"Impressive. You know my real name," she smirked.

"Yeah. I... followed every second of your trial a few years back."

"Of course, back in my ne'er-do-well days."

"So, uh... how long were you watching me?"

Selina giggled. "Long enough. You were doing well until you tripped."

"Yeah, I enjoy Krav Maga, but I don't pretend to be an expert," Jake admitted sheepishly.

"You probably wouldn't have had to use it if you hadn't been a royal dumbass, though," Selina teased him, helping Jake to his feet. "I mean really? Letting those two goons think you're not Batman? Lame."

"Guess that was pretty stupid..."

"OI! WHAT THE FUCK'S TAKIN' YOU MORONS SO LONG?!"

The pair turned at hearing the rough, Cockney voice. Jake's heart sunk as he saw none other than the Penguin climbing onto the rooftop by way of the fire escape. A group of five goons followed closely behind him, spreading out over the roof to cover the area. While Jake was sweating in his costume, Selina seemed as confident as ever.

"Well, look who it is. Oswald Cobblepot, how the hell are you?" Selina purred.

"Hah, check this out, boys. We got ourselves a little pest problem: The Bat and the Cat."

"I'm not-" Jake started before biting his tongue.

Selina grinned and nodded at his restraint. "So, what brings you to school, Ozzie?" she asked.

"Personal matter. Not your concern. Get the hell outta here, and I'll let ya live," Cobblepot spat.

"Tough talk for someone who didn't even bother to bring guns," Selina scoffed.

"Didn't think we'd need 'em," Cobblepot growled. "Heard the Bat was supposed to be out of town."

"The word on the street is becoming so unreliable nowadays," Selina replied.

"Get gone, ya fuckers! Last chance!"

As much as Jake wanted to cut and run, he knew Penguin couldn't be trusted to keep his word; he'd turn on them at the first opportunity. Collecting his courage, he answered before Selina even had a chance.

"Go to hell, Cobblepot," he snarled.

With a flirty laugh, Selina said, "You heard the man, Ozzie!"

Cobblepot snorted. "Fine. Trash 'em, boys! I'll get the goods."

As Selina drew her whip and assumed a fighting stance, she whispered, "Watch my back; I'll take care of the rest."

"Gotcha," Jake replied, placing her directly behind him.

In a flash, Selina lashed out with her whip, striking at the three closest goons and leaving red gashes on their faces and hands. Meanwhile, the last two thugs advanced on Jake, but he had already planned out his attack. Engaging the nearest one, he placed his hands on the man's shoulders and promptly kneed him in the groin. Grabbing the man's collar, Jake tossed him into the other thug, landing them both on the rooftop. Once they were down, Selina quickly turned and threw a handful of caltrops onto the surrounding rooftop to slow them down. Focusing once more on the three in front of her, she cartwheeled forward and began to attack two goons at once with a dizzying series of martial arts strikes. The third attempted to jump in and help, but Jake managed to grab him in a chokehold from behind. A moment later, Selina had knocked out one of her thugs and thrown the other across the roof, which freed her up to help Jake body slam his thug to the rooftop unconscious.