Batman Porno Story: Lynns Story Chapter Two
The Batman: Lynn’s Story
By: summersara88
Disclaimer: I don’t own Catwoman or Batman. I do own Lynn.
Chapter Two
“Who are you?” asked Lynn, raising her fists slightly.
“I’ve been watching you.” said the voice. Lynn realized it was feminine, but her hands stayed where they were.
“Why?” asked Lynn, her eyes searching the darkness.
“I could really use someone like you on my side, and you need to me to help me find your brother.” said Catwoman, stepping out of the darkness.
Lynn didn’t lose her calm. “I’m not a theif.”
“What’s worse? Losing your brother? Or taking a few diamonds out of the hands of the rich and famous?” asked Catwoman, twirling her tail.
“How do I know you’ll help me? How do I know you won’t stab me in the back?” Lynn asked. Catwoman was causually stepping closer, making Lynn uncomfortable.
“I’m not thatcold-hearted, I’m just a cat-burglar. So? Do you want to try it, or do nothing? It’s your choice.” she said nonchalantly.
“I thought you worked solo.” stated Lynn.
“Batman has been to much of a problem lately. I would like to beat him back a few times.” Catwoman replied.
The thought of seeing her brother again filled her mind, and she didn’t quite realize it when she said, “Ok. I’ll try it.”
“Great!” Catwoman grinned like a giddyteenager. “Meet me at this adress, and I will get you a costume.”
Catwoman took a running leap and disapeared off the side, into the dark alley below. Or did she jump onto the next rooftop? Lynn couldn’t see.
“My costume?” Lynn wondered aloud. She looked at the little slip of paper Catwoman had given her, wondering if she made the right choice.
The next day Lynn was standing in front of a fancy hotel, with the adress clutched in her fist. She took a deep breath and went inside.
“Hello, I’m looking for a Ms. Kyle. This is her room number.” I mumbled, shoving over the counter, hardly noticing when the prim looking man raised his eyebrows at her.
“Aren’t you Lynn Summers?” he asked as he typed into his computer. “Here you are, Lynn. She’s expecting you, go on up.”
Lynn thanked him and walked to the elegant glass elevator. She had her hands shoved in her pockets, and she didn’t look at anyone.
What am I doing here? she asked herself.
The elevator door dinged as she stepped into a dark plush hallway. She walked past the silent doors until she came to the right number, A27.
She reluctantly knocked.
“Come in.” Catwoman replied.
Lynn opened the door. The room was a smaller one, made for a quick visit.
“Ms. Kyle? Is that your real name?” Lynn asked, closing the door behind her.
“I know your name. It’s only fair you should know mine.” Catwoman responed from her position on the window seat.
“What did you mean, my costume?” asked Lynn, sitting on the couch. She knew she was letting her guard down, but she decided to have a little faith. Catwoman just seemed like a harmless harmless is the word.
“In this town, no one takes you seriously unless you have an identity, a symbol. Look at Batman, look at me. We’re famous for our masks. If you go in there with just a ski mask on, you won’t intimidate anyone.” Catwoman said as she opened the large wardrobe door, “I didn’t know what your style was, so I made several. Pick and choose.” she pulled out several black costumes and laid them on the coffee table.
One was black with blue fur lining the cuffs. It had small ears and small eye holes, unlike Catowomans bubble lenses. Another had purple leather straps wrapping around the forearms and calves. The last one was all black, with a red belt and small red eye-shaped lenses. The ears were big, but not as big as Catwomans.
“Well?” asked Catwoman, obviously proud of her handiwork.
“The red one, the belt looks useful.” said Lynn, picking it up. The fabric was very unique, stretchy and soft.
“I thought you would like that one. Although I do love these others.” Catwoman said. She put them away.
“The right hand has a grappling hook on it. The claws in the gloves are retactable, just flex your fingers hard twiceand they come out. There is a speaker and a microphone attachment to, so we can keep in touch.” Catwoman said, pointing to all of the gizmos.
“Try it on. Go into the bathroom over there.” Catwoman said, pointing in the direction.
Lynn walked into the over-powering pink bathroom. She dressed in the costume, and studied herself in the mirror.
The mask covered her mouth, so she was unrecognizable. She put the belt on, it was a chain of ovals and rings. The ovals opened up by pressing the top. The boots were knee length, and the soles were super quiet.
Lynn came out of the bathroom. “I like it.” she said, surprising herself. “It’s awesome.”
“Now that your ready, lets go try something small. Some jewelery stores have terrible security.” Catwoman said with glee, rubbing her palms together. She picked up her whip.
“Don’t I get one?” asked Lynn, pointing at the whip.
“Of course. But later, I haven’t gotten it yet.” Catwoman said. She opened the large window, and stepped out onto the generous balcony.
“I hope your not afraid of heights.” she said and grinned.
“Never.” answered Lynn. She took a deep breath, aimed her right hand, and pressed. A grappling hook shot out, grabbing onto the side of a building. She took a breath and swung down into the dark abyss below, Catwoman laughing behind her.