Author: Erk
Subject: Batman and... February Challenge

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A/N: This is not my finest piece of work, but the idea would not leave my head. My muse has not visited in a while, so I figured that I should take her up on anything she offered me--let me know if that was a mistake.

This is in response to the February Challenge, it takes place right after the episode Father's Day.

Disclaimer: I do not own JAG or Batman or Robin or Catwoman for that matter.


Batman and…

Mac’s Apartment

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breathe, inhaling the warm scent of the vanilla candles wafting through her apartment.

Opening her eyes, she watches the shadows from the candles as they dance across the walls. Gazing at the lights, she ponders over the events of the day.

‘I am relieved that Shawn was able to go with his grandma, she is going to be able to give that little boy a stable home. I still cannot believe that Wetzel hijacked a tank. Tanks in the streets… Has the whole world gone batty?’ she thinks.

‘Batty… We’re Batman and Robin. It is only fitting, he is my Batman--tall, dark and handsome, abs of steel, no wait, that is Superman. Fists of furry? No, that’s not right either. Oh well, we’re Batman and Robin, batman and robin,’ it is her last thought as she drifts off to sleep…

Standing out on the balcony, looking into the night sky, Robin hears a strange pawing in the distance.

‘Meow.’

“Catwoman! Come on, Robin,” Harm says to Mac, “to the Bat Cave! There’s not a moment to lose!”

Moments later, they are atop the tallest tower in Gotham City, staring into the sinister eyes of Catwoman.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Batman,” Catwoman calls from across the rooftop.

“May I ask what for?”

“I thought we could dance,” she seductively hums as she dives at him.

And their dance begins. She swings at his head, he ducks and bobs. He sweeps his leg under her feet, she does a back flip to avoid the move. Robin stands frozen, watching the scene play out.

In a cunning move, Catwoman gets him on his back. She straddles his torso, pins his arms down, and leans forward, licking his lips, “Mmmm, you are one fancy feast,” she purrs.

“Holy feline wiles, Batman,” Robin hollers, “get a hold of yourself.”

The sound of Robin’s voice startles him back to reality and he throws Catwoman flying.

She stands up and licks her wounds, “Aw, Robin, don’t tell me you are a dog person.” She spins around, whip in hand, and snaps it, mere inches from Robin’s face.

This action causes Batman to charge her, which is exactly what she wanted. Catwoman goes on the offense, ducking a weaving all of Harm’s blows, but never trying to swing back. She is back pedaling with every swing he makes and he finally corners her up against the wall.

She steps into him, running her hands over his chest, down his abs and even further as she asks, “May a toy with your balls?”

His eyes grow cloudy with desire and she leans in and kisses him. His hands glide down her sides, almost as if he is petting her. She steps back, out of his kiss, grins slyly, and shoves him ten feet backwards.

He sits, in shock, staring at her. “It’s been fun, Battyboy, but I really should scamper along. Besides, your partner is looking a little jealous.”

“But I’m not involved with Robin,” he spats.

She chuckles at his comment and then flips off the edge of the building. He hits the release button on his utility belt and follows after her.

Mac stands, in awe, gaping off the side of the building when she hears an intimate purr behind her.

She turns around and comes face to face with Catwoman. As Mac gazes into her eyes, she cannot help but notice how familiar she looks.

“If you want the attention of a man like that, Robin, you are going to have to stop letting him see you as one of the guys. The name is kinda masculine, the green drab uniform… Come on,” she says stepping towards Mac, “no more of this sidekick business.” Catwoman locks her gaze and then rips her mask off, and Mac realize that she is Catwoman, “If we’re gonna get him,” she says, while twirling her tail, “you’re gonna have to start pussyfooting around.”



JAG Headquarters
Next Day

Walking by Harm’s office, Mac decides to pop her head in real quick, “Hey Harm, I changed my mind.”

He looks up at her, quizzically.

“I don’t want to be Robin, I would rather be Catwoman.”

She leaves it at that and turns to walk out of his office, nearly colliding with Bud.

Bud walks into the office, with a look of bewilderment that matches Harms. “Does Dalton think he’s Batman, sir?” Bud asks questioningly.

At Harm’s even more confused expression, Bud says, “Sorry, sir, I did not mean to ask a personal question about-”

“No problem, Bud. But why would you assume that Dalton thinks he’s Batman?”

“Well, it’s just, ah, I mean,” Bud stammers as his cheeks grow red, “Batman was the only guy that could, ya know, make Catwoman, um, purr…”

“Really,” Harm grins, leaning back in his chair.

The End