The Socks

Her Batman grabs her hand, and they sway in the smoke and loud music. His standard callous hands feel different soft and squishy. One holds the small of her back, and he even has his footing right. Her toes are damaged by the end of the night from his two left feet on a regular dancing occasion.

This Batman alter ego is so alert he has not missed a step once. He smells different than before too. She believes the liquor has gone to her brain and made things better for her. When the music stops, he is still holding her upright.

She grabs his squishy hand and leads him to a vacant room. She gently pushes him on the bed; her cat tail is wagging with every strut. She places her hand on his mask. ”Be spontaneous.”

His voice fresh in her head from earlier. She removes his pants instead. ”cool socks.” her voice filled with slur from the liquor. He wore joker socks, and he's dressed up as Batman.

After the game of touch, tease, and penetration. Batman and Catwoman sit on the bed, and she knows he is smiling under the mask. She can sense it, but he leaves it at that. ”Well played Batman, Well played.”

She leaves the room a little after he does.

”Cat baby there you are.” Batman greets her with a kiss on the lips.

”I had fun tonight.” smiling ear to ear; she can hardly contain herself.

They get into the car when she sees his socks. ”What happened to your cool socks?”