I want your Bat Romance

Tit for Tat T/M (reccomend 14+)

The alarm on his side table went off and he grumbled in his sleep, anger curling his face like a pug. He rolled over to shut it off but as soon as his arm stretched out, it was quickly pulled back and he jolted awake. His arm was tied to the bed post by his wrist, and as he reached for his tied hand, his other wrist was pulled back to the other corner, tied up to the bed post. He pulled at them, first each individually, then both at the same time, to no luck. In resignation, he yelled out for assistance.

"Alfred!"

Tsk tsk tsk! A voice replied, but it was definitely not from an old British man. Instead, it was light and feminine, coming from the shadows by his curtains.

"Mr. Wayne," said Selina Kyle as she stepped further into the light. "You wake up cuffed to the bed, and your first though is to call for your old butler?" Selina teased and stepped in front of his bed, a smirk on her lips.

Bruce chuckled and threw his head back into the pillow.
"When did you get here?"
"In Gotham, or in your room?"
He curved up an eyebrow.
"What? I haven't stolen anything. Well, except those ropes, from a facility in Europe. Government made."
"You're testing ropes on me?" He asked as he tugged on his restraints.
"These, are special. And modified. Takes quite the effort to break out of them. So, obviously, you came to mind."
"I appreciate the compliment, but I'm tired. And I have to go to a meeting in 2 hours."
Hmm...
"Sounds to me," she shrug off her mini jacket, "you're not properly motivated." She said coyly and lowered herself to the bed by his feet.
Bruce quickly looked down at her, his chin indenting on his chest.
"What are you doing?"
She didn't reply for a while, only scaled up his body, her arms sliding up his legs over the sheets.
"What does it look like I'm doing,"
She rested her chin on his naked abdomen just where the blanket stopped, and his head threw back.

Selina pressed her cold lips to his skin just past the wait of his pant, eliciting a deep groan from him. She could feel its vibrations all the way down his body, and she laughed slightly. Her nails skimmed over his ripped obliques, over the groves of his muscles and the ridges he had made by crude stitches. Clearly Batman never takes help from anyone. She continued teasing him, kissing his muscled and scarred body, drawing sensual responses from him. He moaned and groaned, and pleaded for her to stop. But his body language defied his own words, as it waved up towards her, desperately craving her sensual touch.

She kissed his Adam's apple, and kissed up his neck, just below his jaw. She pecked the protruded edge of his chin, then bit it, and like that, tilted his head down to make him face her.

"What? I thought Bruce Wayne was supposed to be 'Europe's most wanted bachelor'?" She teased as her body tauntingly snaked over his, and her leg fell between his.

"Aww, looks like the Batman has failed this mission," Selina taunted him as her one hand caressed his neck and pulled the hair at the lower end of his skull, her other hand pressed between them, traveling down to meet where her leg was aiming to creep up to.

Bruce scrunched his face in resistance, but it only took him a second more to break it, and the ropes tying him back. He quickly grabbed both her hands, and pulling them up past her head, spun them both around, pinning her below his body, a reaction pining its way out. He collected both her wrists in one hand and held them above her head as his other traced down to her face.

"That, is not a possibility." He smirked just a breath away from her lips. She smiled and pushed her mouth closer to his, but he pulled farther back. Selina dug her chin in her swept her face in, cocking an eye and pouting.

"Tit for tat," he whispered below and behind her ear, making her close her eyes and press her head back into the pillow.

Bruce traced a knuckle over the side of her face down to her throat, where he opened his hand and clasped it around and titled her head up. He kissed her temple and let go of her wrists, drawing his hand down caressing her face, and she voluntarily kept them up there. He kissed her eyes, the bridge, then the tip of her nose. He kissed her lips, her plump, bottom lip in between his. He bit her and she screamed in her throat and he smiled, her lip still in the grasp of his front teeth as he sensually pulled it out. He kissed just the underside of her jaw, down to the hollow of her long neck, where his thumb was pressed in.

His hands spread out over her shoulders as her mouth went farther below her body. His fingers dug under her bra as he kissed between her breasts. He moved his leg between hers and trailed his lips between her breasts down across her stomach, stopping at her belly button. He kissed the underside of her toned belly, teasing her with kisses just above the rim of her underwear.

And 'tit for tat' it was, indeed.