Catwoman enters the hall. Everyone's head turns to her. She is a striking woman, her body clad in a tight fitting shiny, black bodysuit. The partygoers look into her face. They cannot see her face for her mask, but they focus on her piercing blue eyes. She slinks about the room, her eyes fixing on everyone's face in turn. She says nothing, all the while dragging her whip behind her.

She approaching the buffet table, where an ice sculpture sits as its center-piece. Without warning, she swings her whip over head and unleashes its power into the sculpture, cracking in two. The room is filled with gasps. Catwoman then turns to everyone.

"The life of the party is here... so let's party. Everyone! Party--now!!" she shouts.

Everyone goes back to their business, though in fear of what else might happen. Then, Batgirl enters the scene.

"Have you been spoiling everyone's fun again, Catwoman?" she shouts.

"Batgirl! I'm glad you were able to make it to our little soiree. Hmmm... I see you've dressed for the occasion, as always. My... who is your tailor? I love the way that suit hugs your body," Catwoman purrs.

"Always the fashion hound. Well, you'll like the fashion sense they have at the state pen -- all stripes."

"Batgirl... are you going to run me in? For shame. You don't have to hurt the one you love, you know."

"What are you talking about?"

"Catch me and find out."

With that, Catwoman swings her whip to the ceiling and catches it on a light fixture. She rises, as though she is flying, into the air and swings across the room to the stairs door. Batgirl is hot on her trail.

The stairs lead to the roof. Batgirl bursts through the door and searches her Catwoman.

"Batgirl," says a voice from above and all around her. "I have you where I want you."

Batgirl sees Catwoman walking along the ledge, in her usual feline-like way, singing.

"...on the catwalk -- on the catwalk; I do my turn on the catwalk; on the catwalk, I shake my little tush on the catwalk... Ah Batgirl! Glad you could make it."

"It's over, Catwoman. Come quietly."

"Oh, I'll "come" but I can't promise I'll be quiet about it."

Catwoman jumps down to confront Batgirl. They pause and look at each other. Suddenly, Catwoman lunges at Batgirl, but misses.

"I'm not that easy, Catwoman."

"I'd rather not have you be easy about this. All this effort will just make you sweat more... become wetter."

"That pretty dirty talk, even for a bitch."

"Well, the bitch has an itch. Care to scratch it?"

Catwoman cartwheels across the roof and disappears out of sight. Batgirl knows she's still around and never far away. She walks carefully across the roof, all the while quickly turning her head from one side to the other, scanning the entire rooftop.

"You can run, Catwoman, but you can't hide."

"My, what a huntress you are. Of course, you're so dedicated to your crime-fighting... and no time for a man. Poor thing."

"What I do with my life is my business."

"And a rebel, too. Come on Batgirl, you know we're alike: strong, independent, rebellious... made for each other."

"You can purr all you want--"

"Mmmm... I purr only for you. Flutter your wings on me -- show me how a bat can thrill."

Batgirl turns to the voice, but she's too late -- a weight slams her to the roof. Batgirl looks up and sees Catwoman standing over her.

"Hmmm... talk about a babe in the woods. You should watch yourself more carefully." Batgirl tries to get up but Catwoman falls upon her. They wrestle, turning over again over, one on top and then the other. Batgirl reaches out to grab Catwoman's throat, her fingers wrap around it, pressing into it. Catwoman forces her arms apart, loosening Batgirl's grip. Catwoman wraps her whip around Batgirl's throat and pins her down. Batgirl struggles, but Catwoman has her firmly pinned, all her weight upon her and her whip stretched tightly across her throat.

"The cat's caught a rodent," says Catwoman, triumphantly.

"Bats are NOT rodents," shouts Batgirl, fighting Catwoman's hold on her, but to no avail.

"Oh Batgirl, I love the way your body feels," Catwoman says as she slowly rubs herself against Batgirl, just as a cat would. "Mmmm... we should get together like this more often."

"Let me go!" Batgirl shouts as she struggles to break free. She could see Catwoman's face close to hers, her breath hot on her face.

"Poor thing. You just don't know what's good for you. Can't you see how much I care?"

"What do you mean?"

"Silly girl, you can't see the obvious. Just lay still and feel my body with yours. Feel how excited I am? Yes, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Feel the heat from my body; the heat from my sex. I can feel yours."

Just then, Catwoman pushes her leg between Batgirl's legs. Batgirl gasps.

"Mmmm... you are enjoying this. Good... you're hot -- as hot as I am. I can tell; I can feel your heat. You want something, and only I can give it to you."

Catwoman reaches down to touch Batgirl's inner thigh, lightly stroking her before pushing her hand against her crotch. Batgirl couldn't resist anymore; she didn't want to. Catwoman pulls Batgirl up onto her knees. Holding her high, Catwoman finds her way inside Batgirl's suit. She reaches deeper... deeper... into her. Batgirl cries out as she feels Catwoman's fingers enter her. Catwoman leans forward, bringing her lips to Batgirl's nipples. Feeling them mold into the fabric of her outfit, Catwoman's tongue flicks at Batgirl's nipples. They are incredibly hard. Catwoman closes her teeth around them, slightly pinching them and causing a flash of pain and pleasure to spark through Batgirl's body. Batgirl cries out again, her body shivers with each one of Catwoman's thrusts; she absorbs every bit of the pleasure that is given to her. Gripping onto Catwoman's head, Batgirl begins to buck her hips wildly, pounding herself into Catwoman's hand. Soon, Batgirl lets out a scream as her body releases the tension that was building within her. Exhausted, she falls into Catwoman's arms.

"I can see you needed that," Catwoman says. "Can you still resist me?"

"How can I resist a bad girl?" Batgirl says as she presses her lips against Catwoman's, her tongue snaking inside her mouth.

"Then, let's not stop now," Catwoman purrs.

They get up and walk over to the rooftop patio nearby. Standing next to a huge cushioned chair, Catwoman and Batgirl begin to undress each other, peeling her outfits from their bodies. They pause at their cowls, as if wondering if they should remove them. Embracing Catwoman, Batgirl places her finger tips underneath Catwoman's cowl. "I want to see you," she says as she slowly reveals her face. Catwoman then raises Batgirl's cowl. "We'll have no secrets," she says.

Batgirl lays Catwoman on the chair. She presses her hand against Catwoman's neck and runs it down her body, letting it travel over her breasts, stomach, and thighs. She lowers herself onto Catwoman. They kiss again: lips pulled, tongues tasted, teeth nibbled, hands explored. Batgirl lowers herself to Catwoman's heaving breasts, her lips and tongue dancing around her nipples. She seizes them with her lips and teeth and pulls on them. Catwoman squeals.

Batgirl lowers herself to Catwoman's stomach, her tongue painting a trail of saliva over it. Lower... lower she goes, until she comes to Catwoman's pussy. Its fragrance fills her senses; its aroma intoxicating her. Batgirl lightly brushed her lips over Catwoman's pussy. Catwoman moans as Batgirl does this, her body aching with lust. "I want to eat out of your dish," Batgirl says as she surrounds Catwoman's pussy with her lips. She pushes her tongue inside Catwoman, penetrating her. Catwoman moans continuously as Batgirl probes and tastes her. Batgirl runs her tongue through the pussy, down to the anus, pausing for a moment to circle it, and back to her waiting pussy. Catwoman raises her hips, pushing herself higher, and straining to catch Batgirl's tongue where she needs it. She begins to slowly gyrate her hips.

Batgirl raises herself back to Catwoman's lips and presses her body close to her lover's. Her hand replaces her tongue, massaging and relentlessly thrusting Catwoman's throbbing pussy. Batgirl pushes herself against Catwoman's leg, riding up and down its length and she fucked her quarry. Catwoman lets out loud, long groans as she begins to cum, her hips bucking furiously. At last, she lets out a single grunt, her body tensing, as she cums. Her body relaxes as Batgirl covers her with kisses.

Catwoman and Batgirl lie there for a few moments resting before Catwoman rises, lays Batgirl on the foot of the chair, and straddles herself over Batgirl's pelvis. She lifts Batgirl's left leg and places it over her right. She moves her pussy closer to Batgirl's. Seeing this, an excited Batgirl spreads her pussy with her fingers, bearing her erect clit. Catwoman does the same and presses her clit into Batgirl's.

"Hello... kitty," whispers Catwoman, as she leans against the chair's backrest and begins to grind herself into Batgirl's hot and soaking wet pussy. Batgirl pulled on Catwoman's legs, pushing her pussy harder against hers. They fuck relentlessly for several minutes before Catwoman takes the handle of her whip and thrusts it inside Batgirl. Batgirl gasps and quicks her breathing. Feeling the handle of the whip penetrate deeper and deeper, Batgirl's groans turn to screams. Catwoman presses the other end of the handle into her pussy, pushing it inside her. Catwoman thrusts her pelvis, pushing the handle with it, fucking Batgirl. Batgirl wrapps her legs around Catwoman, capturing her. Catwoman drives herself harder. Batgirl seizes Catwoman's hips, her fingernails scoring her skin, and pushes herself harder into Catwoman. Their backs arch from the tension building between them -- beads of sweat cover their skin, and the overpowering and pungent smell of their sexes fills the air. Catwoman and Batgirl scream as they continue. Finally, with one last scream, they cum.

Catwoman falls upon Batgirl, the night's breeze cooling their bodies. They hold each other, until Catwoman kisses Batgirl and then gets off the chair. She grabs her clothes and prepares to leave.

"Wait!" Batgirl calls out. "You're leaving -- just like that?"

"A busy girl's got to run -- got things to do: things to trash and lives to wreck. My work is never done," Catwoman says. "We will always have this night."

"But I want more."

"We'll have more, but we have to keep up appearances. What will people think?"

"I don't care."

"Neither do I. The Cat and the Bat: that will get them talking."

"Will we--"

"Yes, we will. Just keep hunting me, I'm always available. Save a place for me on your motorcycle saddle... and on your *other* saddle."

Looking at Catwoman's naked sillouette, Batgirl sees her turn and run into the night. She doesn't chase her. As she dresses, Batgirl knows Catwoman will be back... for more.