Ascension 2

Chapter Sixty-Four: The More Things Change Part Three.

A huge bolt of lightning whipped across the sky and a hell of a storm was brewing in Gotham City. That was nothing compared to the one storm that brewed in the mind of Dinah Lance, better known as the Black Canary. She quickened her footsteps, much too late to do anything.

Black Canary showed up just in time to see Bronze Tiger take down Wildcat. The blonde's hair flipped over the area of her face and she stared the situation down. Her mouth hung completely open and it took her a moment to reboot her brain. It was much too late for her to react to the situation.

She rushed forward, there was one thought in her mind. It was to get to Bed Turner and make him pay for what happened.

Bronze Tiger turned around and he was caught off guard, being smashed right into the wall, right next to where Grant hit just moments before.

Black Canary dropped down to her feet despite her knees feeling like they were made from cement. She could hear that Wildcat's breathing was still rather shallow. Her hands were shaking and she tried to pick him up, dragging him on the ground.

"Hang on, don't worry, you'll get medical attention, don't worry," Dinah whispered, trying to pull his dead weight across the ground, but he was rather solid. Even with the fact that she was in good shape, she still struggled.

Dinah only managed to drag Wildcat a short distance and slid him down onto the ground. She bent down once again.

"How is he?" Oracle asked nervously, she could feel the tension of the situation ramping up and things were getting serious.

"Not well," Black Canary confirmed, clutching her hands together, to the point where her knuckles grew white. "His ribs must have been broken, he's cut up, barely breathing…..are you passing this all on….."

"Yeah, I called the EMTs," Oracle confirmed, nervously, trying to keep her tone professional as possible. "They're on their way."

Before Dinah could respond, she looked down and heard Grant give a raspy cough once again, blood spilling from his mouth. She could feel that he was barely hanging in there once again.

"Looks so much like your mother….and she'd be proud of you kid," Ted managed, through a gasping breath. Blood dripped from his mouth when he spoke. His breathing was ragged even as he choked out more words of encouragement to her. "And I know that she knew that you'd be okay after she left…..just like you'd be okay…after she was gone….just like you'll be okay, after I'm gone."

"You can't go anywhere, not yet," Dinah said, leaning down towards him.

She tried not to break down; it was hard for her not to do so.

"I'll always be around, you don't understand that I will, but I will be, and no matter what, I'll be proud at you, you know that, kid, you really understand that," Grant said, and his breathing was more strained.

His eyes closed and Dinah looked at him, there was a smile on his face, when he drifted off into her arms. The inevitable hit, even though she refused to believe it.

"No," Dinah whispered, painfully welling up when he slumped in her arms.

She refused to believe it. The denial train hit her absolutely hard.

Ted Grant, better known as Wildcat, was dead. The blonde heroine bent down next to him, him cradled in her arms. Needless to say, Black Canary was knocked into numb shock.

She was snapped out of it, when she saw Bronze Tiger making his way to his feet, and she looked up. There was a smug look of satisfaction on his face. This look caused Dinah to see red and nothing else managed.

The look of murderous hatred caused him to back off take the slightest of steps back. The hatred radiating off of her was beyond intense. Narrowing her eyes, she set Grant gently down on the ground, before pulling herself to her full height.

"You think you're going to get away with this," Black Canary said and she aimed a kick at Bronze Tiger.

She came close to taking his head off with one brutal kick. Bronze Tiger crouched down and blocked it. She blocked his palm strike once again, and then she grabbed him by the arm. With a twist, Black Canary flipped him down onto the ground and caused him to crash down with an intense impact.

Bronze Tiger grimaced and pulled himself up to a standing position. Black Canary rushed in towards him and delivered a series of rapid fire punches. Each punch was harder than the last. She didn't want to beat him, she wanted to hurt him.

He fired back, but it wasn't in any kind of offensive flurry, rather a defensively furry.

He was kept on the defensive, and he tried to counter, slashing his claws at her stomach.

Black Canary backed off for half of a second, and thankfully she was armored underneath her suit. The blunt force of the attack allowed Bronze Tiger to pull himself up to his feet. He staggered around for a second and his breathing became heavy and ragged.

He could see her ready to attack him again and the warrior was not about to give her a chance.

He sliced towards her again, cutting the leather jacket that she was wearing. Black Canary blocked a second shot with a loud crack of thunder in the distance.

He sliced her costume once again, ripping the bathing suit part of the costume apart rather swiftly.

'Okay, it's time to end this,' Dinah thought to herself and she was going to make the claws a non issue.

She drew out the escrima stick and swung them around, bashing them against his claws. Another clang against the claws and she backed him off.

Bronze Tiger grunted, not saying anything. He felt Black Canary push him back, and there was a clash of weapon upon weapon.

Black Canary could see him backing off. She prepped him for the moment where she would take him out and end this fight. Bronze Tiger still had plenty of snarl in him but she crouched down, to fake him out.

Then she slammed her leg into the back of his, and the bone cracking underneath her violent kick was like music to her ears. She slammed the sticks down into his midsection and doubled him over. This swift blow caused him to wheeze in agony and discomfort.

That being said, Bronze Tiger was not going to go down without a fight. His claws swiped against Dinah's cheek, slicing it. She grimaced but never the less, she stood, focused. It was obvious that Black Canary did not back down and she motioned for him. "Okay, first blood, round two, come on."

Bronze Tiger's weary look focused on her and he sneered.

"I took down Wildcat, what hope do you hope to have?" Bronze Tiger asked and Black Canary glared back at him.

"Just shut up and fight," Black Canary told him and she was not in the mood for any shit.

"Your funeral."

Catwoman launched herself skillfully from rooftop to rooftop. She amused herself with the predicament that she got herself into.

'You always end up in one of the rougher neighborhoods of Gotham, guess you can't stay out of trouble,' Catwoman thought and she continued her trek through Gotham. 'Got that really classy hooker look, but no matter how much you dress things up, it's still pretty rotten on the inside."

Then again, given that she was in one of the red light districts in Gotham City, it only made any sense. She was on the hunt for someone that she had a score to settle with. She intended to settle that score and take the payment with interest.

Gentleman Jim Jansen, that bastard couldn't hide forever.

'Oh, we just made things even more complicated tonight, didn't we, Selina?' she thought to herself, her arms crossed underneath her chest, it heaving up and down when she stood. She wanted to put her hands on her hips and adopt a strong stance but it seemed like she was losing that battle.

She did want this, all of this, but there were a lot of things that she needed to sort out.

'Damn it, you just had to go there, didn't you?' Selina thought to herself, she was teasing herself for months.

The woman never intended for it to go this far, even though she should have assumed that it did.

She wondered if she was mentally and emotionally mature for a relationship that serious. That being said, the woman ambled forward, and kept her eyes on the prize.

'Oh for the love, snap out of it,' she thought to herself, and she turned her focus on an apartment building. She was almost certain that Jansen was sleazing around this area; all she had to do was slip inside and take care of business.

It was quite the eyesore, and it had been built a long time ago, seventies, maybe some time in the eighties at the earliest. Regardless, it was an ill fit for the surrounding architecture.

She made her way onto the roof, with all of the nimble precision of a cat. The name that she had been given through the grapevine, she thought that it fit her well. She referred to herself as Catwoman and that was the name that the media took to calling her.

When the shoe fit, why not wear it?

With swift precision, she slinked her way through the fire escape, and made her way down towards the kitchen.

'Pretty sure that this is his apartment,' she thought to himself and she could hear a pounding bass rhythm.

She placed her hand on the glass and used one of her claws to cut a hole in the glass. Then she reached through the hole that she created to cut the door.

'A party of some sort is going on,' she thought with a frown. Whether or not it would be between Jansen and his latest lady of the night or other people, she would find out rather soon.

If there were more people present, well they were merely accessories to the crime, but she would find out when she found out. Slowly, Selina slinked down the hallway.

Things were kind of quiet, unless one counted the loud music that thumped from the bedroom. It was drowning everything else at any rate.

'Suspicious,' Selina thought and she kept moving.

The music blared extremely loudly. She was certain that it was done by design and that gave Selina an extremely bad feeling about all of this.

She slipped to the door and pressed herself against it, and she pushed it open carefully.

Then she was caught off with a sight that made her blood boil. A loud scream of a woman pierced Selina's ears when she entered and she saw Jansen over her. The pimp had a belt wrapped around his fist, and she was stripped naked, bruises and blood all over her body.

'That son of a bitch, I don't think so,' Selina thought, gritting her teeth in anger.

Jansen slumped down onto the ground, and he had seen better days. He was stripped naked of all of his clothes and valuables, along with hanging from the ceiling. His dignity was already stripped from him.

"I wouldn't move if I were you," Selina said, and she almost hoped that he would try something that stupid because he would have broken more than a few bones if he would have tried.

He grumbled something, and she made sure he was secured to the ceiling fan, along with the piece of duct tape that was on his mouth.

"Now you just stay here, until the cops arrive, and they can pick up the trash," Selina said, her hand placed on her hip, and she held the phone back up to her ear. "Yes….that's right….yes that's the address, you'll be right over here…..well I wouldn't worry, I'm sure it's more than worth your while."

Selina smiled a wicked grin and she looked up to see Jansen who dangled like a puppet.

She found a few goodies, some money and jewels and she looked up at him.

"Oh, don't feel bad, you'll have less to keep track of, and I'm sure a big bad man like you, you'll find a way to recover quickly," Selina said, and she blew him a mocking kiss. "Until the police arrive, you should hang around and think about what you've done."

She smacked herself on the ass, placing the bag over her shoulder, and nimbly made her way onto the roof.

Selina felt she made some good time, making her way from rooftop to rooftop, with her haul. The sounds of sirens indicated that Jansen would be picked up, with the incriminating information helpfully laid out on his bed where the cops could find it.

Suddenly, Catwoman stopped and she nearly slid back and landed on her ass. She nimbly managed to keep from doing that and instead looked up where she came face to face with the god damn Batman.

'Well fuck,' Selina thought to herself. This wasn't part of her plans tonight.

"Going somewhere?" Batman asked in his usual manner and Catwoman looked at him.

He was really more of an annoyance than anything for her.

"Yes, away from you," Catwoman said, and he went to attack her but she dodged behind him.

Catwoman nailed Batman with a full force blunt attack, doubled over from the impact. Her hand lifted up and she clawed at him but he dodged out of the way.

'Okay, not bad,' Selina thought, and she could tell that Batman was going to take her down like she was every other criminal out there. 'But you're not the real deal.'

She managed to trick him into sending a Batarang at her. It flew over the top of her head, and hit a cable, slicing it.

The cable snapped backward, and knocked Batman off guard. It sent several loosened bricks flying at him, which Batman had to nimbly dodge.

She picked up her ill gotten loot, and made her way off before Batman could recover.

"I would say that's fun, but that would kind of being lying," Selina said and she launched herself nimble and quick across the next rooftop like a cat and she landed firmly.

She only made it halfway across the block when she ran pretty much head long into Nightwing.

'Well, things just got more interesting,' she thought, and he approached her, closing the distance a little bit more.

Black Canary tried to keep herself calm but she slowly was losing her cool.

Something that she could not afford to do, but Bronze Tiger was able to take full advantage of her agitation by smacking her around. Back and forth their battle went. Black Canary took more of a beating than she really should have.

It wasn't lack of skill on her part, or any kind of superior skill on his, but rather it was less focus.

'Okay, keep it together Dinah, keep it together,' she thought, closing her eyes and she could feel his palm thrust come close to connecting to her chest.

It was a deadly death strike and the same one that took Wildcat out. She blocked him and pivoted, and slammed her kick into the back of her head.

She thought that she named him hard. She realized that she couldn't be even further tight. It was obvious that Turner had some enhancements after last time. From what she heard, the man was good but not that this good.

Combined with the fact that her emotions got the better of her, Dinah found herself in a dire fight.

Turner backed her off, winning that exchange, but Dinah blocked many of the blows, sweat rolling down her face when she breathed heavily. He kept wearing her down like the raging river against the steady and prominent boulder.

'You know, you normally are a lot better than this,' Jaime thought, trying to snap Dinah's head back into the game.

Dinah shook her head, Jaime was correct, she was better than this. Something caused her to falter completely.

'I know that you're upset, but this guy…there's something off with him yes, but he seems that he's for real so you got to get back up, focus, and more importantly kick his ass, and not only do that, but kick his ass hard,' Faora thought, firmly. 'I say it again, kick his ass hard, like you would kick anyone else's and don't take it personal."

'Too late for that,' Dinah thought, but she took their words of encouragement to heart.

Summoning the proper amount of fighting spirit from within her, the Black Canary pushed back. Dinah managed to back him off for a little bit but that was just a momentary set back for him. Turner's next move was a vicious kick that sent her flying and crashing through a window.

'And that's not helping, not helping at all,' Diana thought and she could see Dinah pull herself up, wincing from her back hitting hard.

'Okay, that's just a momentary set back,' Dinah thought, brushing her hair from her face once again and she took a step back.

She could see the Bronze Tiger in her crosshairs and like a tigress smelling blood, she pounced in an attempt to take him down.

Black Canary brutally kicked him as hard as she could. He landed down on the ground with a solid thud and then she returned with an even greater fire against him, brutally pounding away at him.

Her punches and kicks rocked him, and he was trying to fight back, but she wasn't about to give him the opportunity. She continued to hammer him, never backing off. He was just another opponent, someone that had his limits.

Once Dinah Lance hit her stride, it was something to behold. She annihilated her opponent and with the blonde martial artist locked into the zone, he faltered.

Bronze Tiger could feel the rush that he felt earlier wearing off which meant that he was not in a really good position to be in. He couldn't do any damage, he could only prevent himself from taking it.

She backed him up against the wall. Her strikes became even more violent and he winced when she had him backed up against the wall.

Once again, he tried to go for the same death blow that he wiped Wildcat out with, but Black Canary blocked the hand and forced him back.

"I don't think so," she said, her eyes flashing with determination and she slammed his elbow into the wall.

Bronze Tiger grimaced when the woman fired back on him, not letting up for an instant. She was a woman on a mission and not letting up. He really did appreciate the brutality of the fight because it gave him a bit of a challenge.

That being said, Black Canary was about ready to finish him off and she did, knocking him against the wall, and then she opened her mouth.

One Canary Cry sent him flying through one wall, and into the building below where he landed.

Black Canary scrambled to go after him, but suddenly, the one and only Lady Shiva dropped down next to her. The woman's arrival snapped Dinah's attention out of her tranquil fury and made her realize she was in a more dangerous situation nthan ever before.

There was no exchange of pleasantries, rather Shiva was inclined to go in straight for the kill and that was what she did. The deadly assassin fired a swift roundhouse kick to Dinah's head but the blonde dodged the attack, narrowly avoiding an attack where all of the wind might have gotten knocked out of her. She closed her eyes tight and another kick was avoided, followed by a third, and a fourth.

Lady Shiva smiled in spite of herself, she was not expecting Black Canary to give her this much of a fight. It did not annoy her. Rather it excited her and gave her self gratification. She relished a challenge.

That did not mean that she wouldn't go in for the kill when she could. The renewed fury that the Black Canary went after her with got Shiva's blood pumping.

'She isn't expecting you to attack her with such fury, that's good,' Faora thought, and Dinah's progress after she fought this particular woman after the last time was amazing. The dark haired Kryptonian beamed with pride abut knew the battle was not over.

Shiva thought that she had her and she went for a spinning punch. Dinah crouched down underneath it and took Shiva's feet out from underneath her. The woman did a flip and stuck the perfect landing on her feet.

Dinah blasted Shiva with a huge punch to the mouth, causing her lip to split open, and blood to drip from it.

Shiva stopped the fight, and smirked. Black Canary was caught off guard by Shiva trailing her tongue against the bloodied lip, slowly and sensually licking the blood from it.

Then in a flash, faster than even Dinah's mind could process, Shiva was behind her, gripping her in an armbar. It was twisted behind her head and then she was slammed down to the ground really hard, it folded across the back of her head. Shiva humiliated her by pinning her down, without one word.

Dinah was left with wounded pride and she got a parting knee to the back of the head.

She wasn't going to go down that easily, but once she got up, Shiva disappeared into the night. The thunder crack that went through the sky brought Dinah out of her stupor of surprise.

Black Canary walked forward, shaking her head, and she moved into the building to continue her fight with Ben Turner.

There was only one small problem with that one and that was that he disappeared into the night as well. That caused her fists to ball together and her to look to the heavens, letting out a long heaving sigh.

She managed to calm herself down and prevent herself from punching anything hard.

'Not my night,' Black Canary thought with a heaving sigh, but that being said, Shiva must have formulated whatever plan of escape she had.

Exactly what game she was playing, Dinah didn't know. She slipped off into the night and tried to find out if she would get any hint of what was happening.

The chase continued through Gotham City. The rain flashed on and off at all night. It seemed to match the thrill of the night. There were times where the rain came down extremely hard. Where it practically pissed down in Gotham City, to the point where it was extremely hard to navigate.

It had stopped presently, and the chase between Catwoman and Nightwing continued. It was a high impact and extremely sensual game of tag with the highest stakes involved.

Catwoman looked over her shoulder with a smile, her blood was pumping, her adrenaline was flowing, there was really no two ways about this. The chase caused her blood to pump and excitement to bubble between her legs. She enjoyed this very much, the closer he got to her.

He was very close to her, and there were many possibilities in her mind about what would happen next. Along with a multitude of questions like what would he do if he caught her. What would she allow him to do?

Those were just a couple of questions that popped into her mind and the dark haired temptress rushed forward, her pulse racing. She was so very close to running head long into his arms. Catwoman continued to lead him about the city for the chase.

'He does love the chase, but then again, I do as well,' Catwoman thought, but this game of cat and mouse was turning into an extremely sensual game of tag.

She dodged out of the way when she saw him coming, and made her way down onto the rooftop. She wasn't going to get caught, at least not yet.

'In the end, there are really no losers, I think,' Catwoman thought and her heartbeat kicked up a little bit when her excitement reached a greater fever pitch.

No sooner did she say this, she ran face to face with Nightwing. She looked at him, biting down on her lip, and then her grin increased.

"So you want to play, let's play," Catwoman said and she rushed forward, attempting to fire a kick at him.

Nightwing crouched down to dodge the kick. The precision of how he dodged that kick got her all excited.

Both of them engaged in a bout of hand to hand, neither really giving up any ground to the other.

"So you've got some good moves," Nightwing said with a smile on his face and she caught the rather intentional bit of innuendo that was tagged onto the end of that.

"Well, you haven't really seen my best moves yet, now have you?" Catwoman asked, looking over her shoulder and she slowly trailed her tongue over her lips. She made sure her eyes locked onto him when she fired off a kick.

Despite being fairly untrained, she could handle herself in the fight.

"You better not be holding back anything," she chided him, mockingly wagging her finger at him.

"You will learn quickly that I don't hold anything back," he said, grabbing her by the arm and spinning her, before pinning her against the wall. He pressed himself up against her, and looked her into the eyes. "Never."

"Noted," she managed, biting down on her lip and she pushed away from him, and swiped her claws at him, but he blocked the attack, turned around to pivot. He stuck the move on his foot with one quick and fluid motion.

That being said, she broke off to continue the chase.

'Well she sure makes you work for it, doesn't she?' Kara asked.

'Well, just wait until Harry catches her,' Zatanna said and she leaned back to enjoy the show, with her husband giving the chase.

Catwoman led Nightwing on a spirited chase throughout Gotham City, with the rain spitting down on the city. There were a couple of near hits, some very close misses, and Catwoman lead the chase.

She grappled up the building and maintained her balance on the ledges the best that she could. The ledges were slick because of the rain that was pouring down so she needed to be careful. There was a lot of danger out there.

Then again, danger might as well have been her middle name. The dark haired temptress continued to lead him on the chase, leading him around the city.

She nearly slipped once again but maintained her footing. She held on, even if she wobbled a little bit. One would think that they would just give up this dare defying set of moves after a near miss. They didn't know Catwoman.

The second attempt was not so lucky and Catwoman lost her balance, her arms and legs frailing to grab on when she slid on the side.

She didn't want to test the theory of whether or not she would land on her feet.

Thankfully, she didn't need to wait to test that theory, with Nightwing grabbing her by the hand, and pulling her back up onto the building.

He slid a little bit, her weight and the moisture causing him to be unable to stand up straight. That combination caused him to fall back, and she landed on him. The woman straddled his hips when they settled on the rooftop.

'Nice landing,' Selina thought to herself and she draped herself over his body. Oddly enough she felt oddly content and comfortable where she landed.

They had a breath taking view of the city below, with the wind, the rain, and the thunder giving a rather primal beauty to it. As alluring as that was, Catwoman was focused on Nightwing who was pinned beneath her thighs.

Slowly, she moved her hand up her costume, running her hands down her curves. She was soaking wet, the water rolling down her skin tight suit, and another crack of thunder echoed in the distance.

Catwoman grabbed the zipper and slowly unzipped her costume, wiggling out of it. Slowly and sensually she exposed more of her alluring flesh.

"So, we always end up on this, but you don't seem to be the type of person that ends up underneath that often, you're always on top of things," she said to break the silence, the tab now was down to her belly button.

"You know, you can keep running, but I keep chasing you," Nightwing said and she only responded for a second by running her hand down his muscular chest.

"Oh, I'm aware," she purred, feeling the sensual heat rise over her body and she got excited, grinding herself down on him. "And it adds to the chase doesn't it? It adds to the thrill of the hunt."

"Yes, yes it does," Nightwing groaned and she grinded onto him just a little bit harder.

The reaction he gave her pleased her greatly. Her loins increased in heat when she ran them over his throbbing tool.

"Attracted to each other, two opposites at first at the very least, like the beauty, and the best," she said. She gave him a knowing and lustful grin. "But naturally that would make me the beast….given no one would dare discount your beauty, handsome."

She slowly ran her nail up and down the middle of her body, going all the way down her breasts and towards her belly button. It was here where the temptress found his hands were placed on her hips. That caused her to squirm and writhed over the top of him.

The dark haired temptress's hand continued to trail down, brushing it past her core, and then making it to his stomach, along it.

"You're the real deal, unlike the Bat," she purred, and she cupped his face in her hand and she leaned down, kissing him furiously.

The kiss was returned, and she ground down against him, but he sat up a little bit.

Suddenly, he managed to take advantage of her distraction and flip their positions so he was on top of her.

"You're right," Nightwing said and he kissed her even more, her hands greedily exploring his body. "And I ALWAYS end up on top."

It was obvious that they were going to head to the next level and take the next step in their relationship.

Catwoman found herself pinned underneath Nightwing and she grew more excited when he grinded his hardness on top of her core. She could feel him close to her once again and his hand brushed against her hair, running all the way down her body, down her cleavage once again. Her breasts spilled out of her costume, ready for him to take and make his.

His teasing hands worked her up something fierce and he pushed his tongue into her mouth, violating her tonsils and her hands roamed over his body, working up the tension. She could tell that the only barrier between them were their clothing, something that would be removed in due time.

"You're choking for it now," Nightwing whispered once again and she nodded, practically purring when his mouth worked down the side of her neck, kissing her over and over again and he caused her to close her eyes, the pleasure spiking all over her body. "I thought so."

"Please, please, I can't take it," she said and she managed to find the quick release on his pants and she could pull him out once again.

With a sensual manner, Catwoman looked at him with a burning gaze and slowly stroked him once again. His cock hardened once again and she rubbed his thick cock head against his stomach.

Nightwing pulled down her costume a little more, revealing her pink pussy. It dripped with arousal and beckoned for his manhood. Slowly, he worked his way over her body and he could feel her nipples poke up like precious points and he leaned down towards her, licking her nipples, causing her to mewl in pleasure once again.

"Please," she purred once again, her breathing increased and his manhood was getting closer to her and she whimpered in desire, her hips pushing up, trying to force him into her. "FUCK ME!"

Her face was framed with her wet dark hair. She inhaled with the tip inching across her hot slit. The dark haired woman was close to being penetrated by his huge cock and she closed her eyes, feeling the rush of the moment.

Just like that, Nightwing's hard prick slammed into her tight box and stretched her out. Selina closed her eyes, feeling the rush of their private parts slamming on each other. Her nerve endings exploded in an exhilarating rushed of pleasure.

She pushed her hips up, her tight walls working him over when the large intruder pounded into her body. She bit on her lip, biting off more than she could chew, in more than one way. That wasn't a criticism though, she embraced this into her.

It felt so good that she was about ready to die from the pleasure.

"Oh, oh, oh yes," Selina moaned once again, and she could feel Harry push himself into the depths of her. She thought that she was going to split in half on his large cock and the dark haired woman felt him buried into her yet again.

"That's great, you want this, you crave this cock, don't you," Nightwing asked and she nodded once again, looking up at him.

"Always….always honey," Catwoman said once again and she could feel his mouth all over her breasts. He tended to them, licking on them, biting on them, it drove her completely around the bend.

She was beginning to love the way that he worshipped her breasts and made them his. They were his, they belonged to him.

Slowly but surely, she regained some measure of control. Selina gripped his cock with her pussy, and managed to shift him over onto his back. Playfully but a bit forcefully, she pinned his hands behind his head, bent down, and gave him a smoldering kiss on the lips, biting down on his lip.

Rubbing her hot lips around the tip of his cock, the sexy woman spread her legs as far as they could go. The woman's next fluid motion brought his manhood deep into her. She pushed him hard against the building, with him grabbing the back of her costume, and squeezing her ample ass.

"Oh, you know how to show a woman a good time," Catwoman whispered once again and she bounced up and down on him, her breasts swaying. He reached up and groped them, handling them like they were his.

"Yes, oh you feel so good, so hot and tight," Nightwing grunted and the green eyed hero could feel him pressed between her thighs.

When her smoldering hot core rubbed his manhood up and down, he thought for a moment that he was going to lose it.

"Don't hold back, oh don't hold back," Catwoman begged him, not carrying if she fucked him through the rooftop.

That would be so hot it wouldn't even be funny.

His mouth attacked her breasts once again and he pushed hard into her body. The dark haired temptress could feel him inside her. She felt herself rocked to another orgasm. Her pussy clutched his pull when her orgasm was near.

Catwoman felt Nightwing get closer, she could tell it, she could sense him. He wasn't going to make her beg, was he?

He was going to make her beg, she knew it.

"Cum, please, cum," she whimpered, practically purring. Her breasts swayed in front of his face, bouncing in an extremely tantalizing way. He would have to reach out and touch them, play with them.

Eventually her thighs clenched together once again and he brought his cock into her. He spurted into her, sending his hot seed splashing into her body. She dug his nails into his chest, riding him all the way. Her warm and wet pussy milked each drop of cum out of him.

"Kitty needs more cream," Catwoman purred and she slid back.

The sexy woman crawled back and them crawled towards him on her hands and knees, her breasts hanging out and her hardened nipples brushed over the edge of Nightwing's cock, which oozed cum.

"Fuck," Nightwing groaned, when her hot lips wrapped around his cock and she licked off cum that coated his cock off of it, tasting her own juices as well.

The dark haired woman felt his hands on the back of her head, but she playfully pushed them away and continued to blow him, her lips smacking around him, until she brought him back up to an erect state.

Smiling, Selina pulled back once again and she was on her hands and knees, her pussy bared to him once again.

She licked her lips, looking over her shoulder and her body dripped with desire.

His cock slid into her from behind, stretching out her hot and tight walls. Closing her eyes, she could feel him go into her once more and that stretched out her body.

She gave a mewl of pleasure, when he worked himself into her, stretching out her womanhood. Holding onto her breasts, he got the proper amount of leverage.

Once again, with the rain kicking up, Nightwing hammered into her from behind. In response thi his frantic thrusts, her tight pussy rubbed him in the most pleasurable manner. It seemed like no matter how much he tried, she brought him deeper into her body.

"Yes, more, oh more, deeper, deeper, deeper," Catwoman chanted and she closed her eyes, with his fingers scraping down her body and her nice nipples poked out. He wrapped his fingers around them and pinched them, adding some excellent heat through her body.

He slammed into her even harder from behind and Selina could feel him settle once again. She pushed back into him, grinding against his crotch, encouraging him to ram into her.

'She wants it rough, I have no problem with that,' Harry thought, grabbing her around the waist and slamming her into the pavement.

"Fuck, I want you, so bad, I can feel you inside me," Catwoman said and his grip tightened around her breasts when he slammed her into the pavement from behind.

Her pleasure increased, when he fucked her nice and rough. That was how she liked it, he really really fucked her.

"DAMN!" Catwoman yelled at the top of her lungs.

"You're my slut, aren't you?" Nightwing whispered, biting on her ear and she nodded.

"Yes, I'm a dirty filthy whore, why don't you pound me through the roof?" Catwoman asked once again and Nightwing worked into her from behind in response.

Harry could feel himself building up for a climax but he couldn't back off now, not when he was just hitting his stride.

The dark haired female felt him all the way inside her and her hips closed around his penis tightly, hugging him like a vice.

"YES!" she screamed, whimpering with pleasure when he hammered into her from behind. There was so much…..this felt so good she couldn't stand it, she wanted it. She wanted all of it.

Nightwing plunged himself between her legs and he was getting closer to the edge that he wanted, his balls slapped against her thighs when he worked her over, and he was getting close, so close in fact.

"Cum for me, please, I need it," Catwoman whimpered, his mouth pressed against the back of her neck and his manhood rammed deep between her legs.

The heat rose from her thighs and he worked himself so far between her that she thought that she would explode.

Each thrust brought her closer to the edge. Catwoman clutched him tight as she could when the muscles in his groin tensed up.

Selina closed her eyes, and hung on once again, his white hot seed shooting inside her. She squeezed him, milking each drop from his balls and rested with a shudder.

This round was down but she wasn't done.

Ted Grant, better known as Wildcat, laid motionless on the pavement, the lightning flashing on the sky.

"We might be able to save him, stand back…"

"We can't use the paddles in this weather," one of the EMTs said and they looked at him, he was clinging on Death's door.

They refused to allow him to slip away without a fight. Damn it they could save him.

They were not going to give up, but at the same time, the man's sufferings should not be minimalized where he was.

"We're losing this one, we're losing him!"

"One more time, keep it up, don't let him, don't let him," one of the EMTs said but he put his head towards his chest but there was nothing to be done. There was no pulse, not even a faint one. Any attempts to resituate him fell upon failure.

More lightning flashed through the sky from high above and they had to come to the conclusion.

"Dead upon arrival from a massive heart attack and severe head trauma," one of the EMTs said and they hung their heads down somberly, like they always did when they failed to save a person that was under their care.

This did not go their way at all and all they could do now was preparing to wrap things up and bring in the body.

Another lightning bolt whipped across the sky and a second more massive lightning bolt shot through the air.

Ted Grant's body went into convulsions and the EMT that was nearest to him nearly jumped halfway into the air when he gave a gasping breath, coming back to life. This shocked everyone, especially those who witnessed that he was in fact dead.

"How the…how did this happen?" the EMT asked, managing to find his voice to ask the question that had been plaguing all of them. He was honestly and completely dead, there was no two ways about it.

His condition had been amazingly upgraded to being alive and they all moved over towards him, wondering what the hell just happened.

"He's fine, I can't believe it, he's fine," one of the EMTs said, and he looked down at the man, who managed to speak in a weakened voice.

"Course I'm fine, going to take a lot more than that to keep me down," he said, coughing, and he was still a bit battered from the battle. "What the hell just happened?"

"Sir, you died," one of the EMTs said, a bit weirder out by the fact that he was talking to someone who was for all intents and purposes a corpse moments ago. To say that they were shocked, that would be putting things mildly.

They moved so far past shock that they were into completely mind fucked beyond all belief.

If they didn't believe in miracles, a few were starting to wonder about the possibility of them, especially since a man who was beyond dead returned back to life.

Black Canary watched from afar, her mouth fixed into an open manner. She was shocked beyond words, and she could hear people talking in her head, but she couldn't quite make out any of what was being said.

'So, I asked, what happened?' Faora thought, managing to break through the bond link and Dinah opened her mouth and closed it.

To say that she wasn't too sure, well that would be putting things rather nicely. The fact of the matter was that she was confused as confused could be.

The storm finally subsided and it was replaced by sunshine in Gotham City, which was an oddity. Selina stirred herself awake, managing to find herself awake, and in bed in her apartment.

The mystery of how she got there might prove to be one of the greater mysteries in all of Gotham City. That would raise some interesting questions. She was sore but in a good way.

The dark haired female pushed herself on her hands and knees, stretching herself in a catlike manner. She lowered herself nearly to the surface of the bed, and pushed forward.

When that was done, she stood up to her feet, and shook her hand to clear all of the thoughts from her mind. She closed her eyes, reared her head back and sighed.

'Oh what a night,' she thought, running her hand around the back of her head and she paused, rolling her shoulders back. 'What a night!'

She pulled on a white silk robe and slowly slunk her way to the kitchen. A cup of coffee might be order and with that, a nice long soak in the tub. Both things appealed to her greatly right now come to think of it.

That being said, she sat down at the table, perched with a smile on her face, and she peered downwards. She corked her eyebrow, kind of surprised to see a package sitting there for her on the table, waiting for her.

She reached towards it, opening it.

Figured that if you're going to run around in Gotham City in a costume, you might want to do something in a bit more stronger than pleather. 

N.

She pulled it out and there was a sleek black costume, made of some light material, and there were various pieces of equipment that could be fastened into the costume. She smiled, she would have to look it over later.

And there was a single rose lying in there.

"Perfect," Selina said, finding a place for the rose to be placed but in the meantime she had a costume that she would need to try on.

And maybe tonight, there would be a perfect opportunity for a test run as Catwoman rode again.