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Catwoman & Batman - The Wager
by Eric & Steve Zink
Wayne Manor. A special secret door opened and a very sexy woman walked in like she owned the place. She wished she did. It must be nice to be like Bruce, rich and super respectable. Her life as a criminal had started to lose its pleasure. Perhaps she should give in to Bruce and become his wife. But as much as she loved Batman, being Mrs. Bruce Wayne would not be enough.
Catwoman walked into 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 forbidden cream. She was wearing shiny black knee-high boots with extremely high stiletto heels - not what she wore while committing crimes, but rather, ones to turn Batman on. Having once been a high priced whore, Ms. Kyle knew how to entice the male libido.
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 from others, 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 usual, 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," but as soon as he'd said it, he flinched in realizing what he'd implied.
"Bruce, are you calling me an idiot?" Selina retorted. She felt her claws curl. If there was ever a liberated woman it was her.
Taking her by the shoulders, Batman recovered quickly and said, "Sorry! I apologize! Unlike most common criminals who can barely make change, you're brilliant! But you ought really to try catching malefactors, I think you just might like it better. I think it's far more challenging."
"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 smiled her seductive smile. ‘Now that would be amusing,’ she thought.
Batman's muscular body laid back in thought. It wouldn't do to let Selina suspect that he had led her around to this point. "A wager, Selina my love."
Immediately she was alerted, and her 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. 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 criminal."
Catwoman purred a throaty laugh, and sat her magnificent body upon the smooth black satin sheets. "You certainly are jesting with me, lover. You know it's impossible to work such a trade, Bruce darling?"
He grinned a 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, naughty and sexy master criminal, and you would take my place as Batman, the feared avenger! Oh, and also 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? It seems only you can win our wager."
"What do you want?"
She considered, then replied, "I will 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 parent's in front of your eyes when you were a child (Bruce's face darkened, remembering the tragedy that had driven him his in 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. He had longed often to step outside the 'law' and punish those who were truly evil but the 'law' could not touch.
"Oh, and I still will marry you," Selina added coyly, "no matter who wins or loses." She kissed him deeply.
Batman flashed a charming smile that quite stirred her heart. "Well, in that case, I cannot lose! I'd risk anything to have you as my bride!" he told her.
"You're so sweet!" she said with a purr, and rubbed her magnificent, naked body against his. "How about a bonus? The winner gets to pick a forfeit."
"Okay, whatever you say, my bride to be. I just hope it isn't Joker as your bridesmaid!"
She giggled more like a woman in love than a dangerous criminal. Men were so silly!
They then set up the details of the wager. First, they would need to know a great deal more to impersonate each other. That took about a week, interrupted by exciting meetings between the sheets. No one was to be told, not even Alfred, Bruce's butler and his dear mentor. Even Catwoman's small group of kittens was to be kept in the dark.
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 to a 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 automatically, 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 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!" He whirled her around before setting her on her feet.
The woman grinned at him, and in a soft sexy voice replied, "You like that?" She twirled, giving him a good view of her sexy form.
"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 dick 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. And 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 even more, 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 getaway! 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, then 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 blouses had the buttons reversed from male shirts. 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 him 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. He staggered and almost fell. But soon, natural muscle memory took over, and Bruce started walking gracefully.
"You picked those shoes deliberately, Selina!" he laughed throatily.
"MOI?" Selina laughed with Bruce's deep voice.
Bruce 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’m 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 of 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 wicked and totally evil criminal, while the heroic new Batman was preparing to track her down. If Selina, the ex-Bruce, could commit three crimes and then be caught within a month, then the now Batman-Bruce would win. If Catwoman could get away with her crimes for a month, then Bruce, the now-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. They, of course, had no suspicion that they were entertaining a bat in a cat's fur. 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 him 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. Staring 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 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 clue that she was being escorted by Batgirl herself, who had been attended to by her claws on a number of occasions.
A beautiful blond 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.
The new Catwoman was trying on and admiring herself in different clothes and costumes in her new hideout. She had not seen Catwoman 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 prostitute outfits. The new woman had not realized the pleasure a female can get from clothes!
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.
The new Batman woke up screaming. Sweat was on his face. He had just seen his parents killed again before his eyes. 'Poor Bruce,’ thought the true Selina, 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 how 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! The new Bruce laughed and sipped a 100-year-old vintage wine, and 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 skintight outfit of purple and glistening black. "I've come down like a cat on the fold!" she purred, and with little opposition, with which she dealt with a few well-placed kicks from her patent leather thigh-high boots, made off with $1M in diamonds.
That night, from a payphone, 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!"
They met at Wayne Manor as usual, 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 who came in wearing a Cashmere sport coat. Lovemaking was great. Neither one could imagine 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 the 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. Perhaps he was too close to the problem and Alfred's change had been gradual.
Bruce had a hunch where Catwoman might have 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. He went from rooftop to rooftop without 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! 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.
Bruce thought, if he were Catwoman again, when would he hit the store. Of course - at rush hour! Most customers, most confusion. 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!
A week after her first job the furrier was hit.
At 5PM, Catwoman and her gang hit the fur store! Fat ladies screamed and the Feline Felon, still 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 what used to be his own triumphant, derisive laugh coming from the beautiful woman down there, the woman who used to be herself. Just as they were loading sables, he swung down and dropped 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 Bat Cave. "Why aren't we headed for the Bat Cave?" she asked in a puzzled tone.
"Because we’re headed for jail," Batman replied. "That’s where criminals 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 now in 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. Flashbulbs 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?"
Selina pulled herself together, and instinctively posed her magnificent figure. She smiled dazzlingly at the camera, and told about rapes, and the selling 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 sizable campaign contribution! Very sizable.
In the Batmobile, Batman laughed as tears flowed down his face. "What a joke! Got you pretty good! Did you really think I would leave you in there, my love?" As he pulled the Batmobile into a secluded spot, Batman parked it, and 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 skintight 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 on and zipped tight the black thigh-high boots.
"Well, only his body is dead."
"What!" she exclaimed, while pulling the 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, 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, but 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 Bat Cave, it was Batman and Catwoman who stepped out of the vehicle. 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 a sexy knit dress that showed off her magnificent figure, as well as the high heeled, knee-high 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 blond-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.
"Well, I will leave you two love birds alone! Master Bruce, I can't thank you enough, it is so wonderful to be free from the pain I carried with me for two 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’re 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’re 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 forevermore Selina cried a little but nodded. "I won't wear white at the wedding," she said mulishly!
The new and now forevermore 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, enjoying the joke.
"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 they made love from that point on 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. 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, working with Batman.
Epilogue
The new 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 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’s not really me. I have done it! I have escaped from myself. I now am the incredibly sexy and free-spirited Selina Kyle! I've never been so happy! I have someone I love to share my life with and I can in good conscience go after the real sources of evil in this world. My faithful Alfred is still alive and young again. So more of my plan succeeded than I dared hope.'
With a glance to each side to be sure she wasn't being observed, Selina then put her thoughts into words. "Unexpected bonuses are that I like sex 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 new life!
