Adrenaline  (with props to Ann Douglas, whose writing inspired this piece)


"Intrusion alarm at Bludhaven National Bank." 
Nightwing retracted his jump line and scanned the surrounding streets.  He monitored the police frequency, trying to stay ahead of the already corrupt cops.

"10-4, 614 Henry from Park and Justin."

<Damn,> he thought, <The closest unit is 10 minutes out.>  He shot the line out and took a giant leap in he air.  <If they feel like getting there in time.>  He felt the adrenaline rush again, just as he always did, as the kevlar enhanced line pulled taut under his weight. Regular patrol never gave him the rush a real call did.  He flew silently through the air, feeling the wind in his face, through his hair. He was about a minute from the building, and mentally started to prep himself for the scene. 

The bank was a 3-story building, with the safe taking up a small corner, but rising through the first and second floors.  This meant the roof would be reinforced steel.  The building itself was one of the few in this area not tagged with graffiti.  Rumor had it that this branch laundered 80% of the money for the mob, hence no one wanted to mess with it.  Nightwing wondered who would be either daring enough or stupid enough to pull this stunt.

Landing quietly on the brick building, he immediately scoped out the scene.  <No sign of nay type of entry at all.>  He went to the building edge.  < Nothing in the alley, or anywhere close.>  Something didn't feel right.  < With the money these guys spend on security, this can't be a false alarm.>  He went back and rechecked the roof vents.  There were tracks in the dirt by one of the air conditioning grates, very faint, but fresh.  He flipped to the starlight lenses in his mask and cautiously entered the building. 

There were tracks in the dust of the vent shaft, which he followed through the building.  There were 5 primary ventilation shafts that ran through the building, and none of the shafts connected to each other.  He also remembered reading these shafts didn't follow a straight-line course, weaving through the building in curves, inclines, and even one loop. This was done to discourage would-be intruders from using the vents as an entrance.  <Smart architect.>  He slid down one incline when heard faint scratching in the vent ahead.  <Gotcha.>  He silently made his way up the vent ahead and peered over the edge.

Catwoman sat at the grate, silently working it open.  Dick spied her with mixed emotions. 

<"You know, I've stolen just about everything of great value you can think of ...  But I've never stolen anything as precious as a boy's cherry."**>

Her voice came back to him in a shock, and he felt a tightening in his groin.  He knew he should stop her now, get her out of here before the cops showed up.  She wasn't really a bad person, but Batman always cautioned him to be careful when dealing with her.  Her strength was in manipulating the situation to her own benefit.  It had been a long time since that night she initiated him into the more sensual arts.  <Times change.  People change.> He shook his head to clear his mind and climbed the rest of the way up into the shaft. 

Catwoman never heard him come up to her, working so diligently on the grate.  Over a half a billion in cash and jewels were in this bank in the safe deposit boxes alone.  Her mind whirled at the possibilities.  She could get the hell out of Bludhaven and set herself up in a nice penthouse somewhere far away.   This job could set her up for life. 

Nightwing took her wrists in a firm grip.  "Game over, Catwoman.  You lose."

She stared for a moment into his mask, his eyes shielded by the lenses.  Then she smiled.  "That's what you think Nightwing."  Quickly she shoved the small screwdriver she was using through the grate.  It fell to the floor of the room, setting off motion detectors, sonic alarms, and the pressure sensitive floor.  The sound from the alarms gave Nightwing a start, giving Catwoman the second she needed.  She quickly rolled in the vent and kicked him squarely in the chest with both of her legs.  Though the trauma plate in his uniform protected him from any serious injury, the blow threw him backward down the shaft.  She didn't count on him keeping his grip and was surprised when he dragged her with him down the vent. 

He caught his breath and pulled her on top of him in an unbreakable grip.  She fought him unsuccessfully, then quieted down realizing he snapped a pair of handcuffs around her slim wrists.  He held her wrists above her head and had her pinned to the side of the vent with his body.  Again he felt the adrenaline rush, giving him a heady thrill.  He looked at Selina, who eyed him, amused.

"I vaguely remember being in this position before, only our positions were reversed."  Her sly smile took him aback.  He felt his body respond to the unspoken innuendo in her voice.

He swallowed hard as his body betrayed him.  "I don't know what you're talking about Catwoman."  He hoped he sounded convincing. 

She leaned in and ran her tongue around the curve of his ear.  "I think you do," she purred.   "Don't you ... Richard?"

He pulled away from her soft mouth, his jaw open.   She gave a throaty laugh.  "A girl always remembers."  She leaned back, thrusting her breasts into his chest.  " So does a boy."  He stood motionless, looking into her emerald green eyes.  "Or should I say man?"

"Catwoman," he protested weakly, " you must have me confused with another one of your conquests."

She leaned in closer, and began placing soft wet kisses along his jaw.  "Well, I distinctly remember a certain Boy Wonder who I stole something very special from.  Though it may not be in that Bat Computer your friend has.  I consider it to be one of my most memorable jobs."  She leaned in and kissed deeply, her tongue slipping between his parted lips, lightly touching his own.  He moaned softly against her lips as she slid her leg between his, rubbing it between his legs. "Please Richard, I need this as much as you do." Surprisingly, she meant it.  She kissed him again, thrusting her hips forward against his, reveling in the power she had over him.  He moaned again.  She kissed him a third time, breaking the last bit of restraint he had.  He returned her kiss with a frustrated passion.  His one hand still held her cuffed hands above her head, while his other hand roamed the length of her body.  He ground his hips against hers as his mouth plundered hers.  He ran his tongue over her swollen lips, down her neck.  His hand groped at her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard nubs through the fabric of her catsuit.  He grabbed the firm curves of her ass, holding her as he dry-fucked her. 

"See," she cooed, "You do remember."  She moved her hips in rhythm with his.  "What else have you learned.  I distinctly remember you being a quick study."  She felt his hand tug at the fabric of her uniform, searching for the seam.  She laughed softly.  "Don't tell me you're going to let a little fabric stop you."  She licked his ear again.  "Don't you want to show me how much you've learned?"

She heard the rending of her spandex uniform and felt the slick metal on her back.  She smiled.  "That's one way of doing it."  He looked into her eyes again, this time pleading.  She kissed him softly. She remembered the night she taught him about lovemaking with fondness.  She never had a virgin before that, and not since.  As he kissed her and touched her, she felt the same need she felt all those years ago.  She responded to his kisses with ardor, moving to help him strip her of the uniform. 

<She still has a great body> he thought, running his hand up and down the length of her.  His leg was wet where she rode him and her scent filled the air around them.  He bared her breasts first, looking in boyish wonder at her pink nipples hard from their foreplay.  He lowered his head, taking one in is mouth, touching it lightly with his tongue, then nibbling lightly with his teeth.  Her breath caught in an uncontrolled hiss, then escaped in a breathy moan as his mouth tease one nipple then the other.  He rubbed the hard nubs with his wet lips, sending shots of pleasure through her.  She arched up into his mouth, frustrated when he pulled away.  Their eyes met and she gave a water chuckle.  "You have expanded your education."  He gave her a wicked grin, then lowered his head again. 

She realized he was now caressing her body with both hands and attempted unsuccessfully to move her arms.  He felt her pull and looked up smiling.  "Magnetic Cuffs, gotta love 'em."  He then bared her flat belly and trailed kisses from one nipple to the other then down her body. 

She gave him another smile.  <Smart kid> she thought.  Her body was tingling from his mouth, and she let the sensations wash over her.  In essence he was giving her the same treatment he received during his initiation.  The difference was the lack of fear.  She glanced at his body, drinking in the feel of his hair teasing her skin as he peeled away the damp fabric from her mound.  His bare hands softly teased her lips apart, touching her lightly.  She started to moan again, wishing he would just taste her and put her out of her misery.  He sensed this and slowly slid two fingers into her wet twat as he lowered his head to her.  He found her love button with his tongue and flicked it lightly while moving his fingers in an out of her in a slow rhythm.  At the first touch of his tongue, she nearly screamed, clasping her legs around his body, arching up to meet his mouth.  He continued this slow torture, driving her into a lust-crazed frenzy.

"Dick, if you don't fuck me soon, I'll scream." 

He fumbled with the clasps of his costume and pulled out his swollen cock.  Moving slowly up her body, he traced designs with his tongue on her sweat-dampened skin.  He was now eye to eye with her, and she felt his cock at the entrance to her wet twat.  She arched up against him wanting him in her, but he smiled into those green eyes.

"Easy Selina, you wanted to know what I remembered and what I learned."  So saying, he lowered himself onto her gently, entering her with deliberate slowness.  She tried to move against him, but his hands rested firmly on her hips, holding her steady as he entered her.  Finally when he was completely in her wet sheath, he let her hips go and started to move again, drawing in and out of her slowly at first, then with building speed. He felt her body start to tense and ceased his movements, drawing her frustrated fury. 

"Dammit, let me come!" she hissed.

He covered her mouth with his, and started to move again, fast and hard, feeling the walls of her twat convulse around his shaft.  She screamed into his mouth with she rode the first waves of her orgasm.   As she came down from those heights she realized he was still hard as rock and in her quivering softness.  She looked into his blue eyes with amused wonder.  "I guess you have learned a little."

He smiled, then started to move again, only faster this time in little thrusts that brought her back to orgasm in moments.  He felt her come again and stopped.  Now she was drenched with sweat, and exhausted from their session.  He knew he couldn't hold himself back for much longer.  He looked into her green eyes.  "May I?" he asked quietly.

She smiled, closing her eyes.  He had learned well, this student of hers.  It was the first time in a while that her partner had cared about her pleasure before his/her own.  She sighed and rolled her shoulders, thrusting her breasts up to tease him.  "Please, when ever you're ready.

He kissed her gently then, and began to move slowly in her, drawing himself almost all the way out then guiding himself forward. He moaned softly in her ear, his breathing coming in short pants as he quickened his movements, feeling her body respond again.  He felt that adrenaline rush singing in his ears, over taking his body.

She felt herself being carried away again with the most intense orgasm.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and began to echo his moans.  The waves of pleasure began to build higher and she screamed her pleasure.

He held her at it's crest for a moment before flooding her with his white hot tribute.  Coming down, he lay on her for a few moments in silence.

"Well?" he teased?

"Well," she answered.

He reached up and undid the cuffs, rubbing her wrists to increase the circulation.  She fixed what was left of her costume and let him lead her out of the ventilation system.  From the roof, they spied the black and white rolling onto the scene, and quickly ducked out of sight.  She walked to the far edge of the building and swung her bullwhip out, catching a fixture of a nearby building.  She turned back to him and smiled.

"Guess I'm done with this one tonight," she said glibly.

"Guess you are,"  he answered.  "And Catwoman, stay out of trouble in my city.  Our next meeting may not be as fun."

She gave him a winning smile.  "Maybe not."  She started her leap, her voice carrying back to him. " Then again, it may be more."

He smiled, watching he disappear into the night.  Shooting his jumpline out, he let the wind rustle his hair as he headed home.

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