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There was the crack of a whip and Barbara felt a sting as leather coiled around her hips, pinning her arms tightly to her side. "Catwoman!" she thought, but before her mind could even process the word she was yanked back sharply against her assailant. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, and between that and the taut whip that she was now tethered with she could do little more than writhe.

"Selina! What are you....?" Batgirl began to ask, but her query was cut short as Catwoman pressed the thick, anasthetic-soaked wad of cotton gauze over her nose and mouth. "MMMMMMPH!" she screamed breathlessly in protest, instantly realizing her mistake as her nostrils filled with the sickly-sweet smell and she quickly began to feel disoriented and out of sorts.

"Puurrrrrfect," came the sultry, almost-whispered voice in her ear. "We've done this dance a hundred times, Barbara, darling, and it always ends the same way, so be a good little kitten for once and just breathe in the chloroform, would you? I'm on a schedule tonight."

The Dark Knight Damsel twisted furiously and tried to kick at Catwoman's instep, but to no avail. Her violent exertions only fueled her desperate need to breathe, and soon she was inhaling more of the cloying fumes. Her head began to swim and her ears started to buzz, and she could feel herself gradually losing control of her limbs. "Hmmmmmngh! Nnnnf!" she grunted and gasped, her arms pulling at the impossibly tight coils of the whip, each desperate protest softer and more muffled than the last.

"Oh, I know, darling, I would have enjoyed a good tussle with you first, too," Catwoman continued casually, as if she was having an actual discussion with her best frenemy over a glass of wine. "But I have a client who absolutely insists that he must own the Star of Savoy, and he's paid me a king's ransom to get it for him. He wanted you, too, but I demurred. Human trafficking is so tawdry, and besides, if anyone is ever going to keep you, it's going to be me," she purred.

The darkened skyline and the lights in the distance began to blur together into a swirl as Batgirl's body began to relent under the inexorable chemical assault, her soft little moans now barely audible as her legs became rubbery and more and more of her weight began to shift onto Catwoman. "Hmmmmph!" she cried as she heard the felonious feline's scheme and her heart sank even deeper, a sense of failure compounding the shame of yet another defeat at the hands of Catwoman.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I know Batwoman tasked you to guard that diamond tonight while they secretly shipped it out of the museum," Selina chuckled. Batgirl felt a pang of surprise as she heard Catwoman's voice not only whispered in her ear, but through the comm device in her cowl, as well. "I guess the secret's out."

The revelation that Catwoman was eavesdropping in on their secure Bat communications was the final shock in Barbara's last moments of lucidity as her knees finally gave out and her body went slack and supple in Catwoman's arms, her eyes rolling back into her head with a last flutter of her eyelids.

Catwoman held the pad in place for several more moments as she propped her victim up against her to make she was fully sedated, then leaned her head forward and gave Batgirl a little peck on the cheek. "Next time we'll have a regular play date, I promise," she said as she lowered the sedated siren to the ground.

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There was the crack of a whip and Barbara felt a sting as leather coiled around her hips, pinning her arms tightly to her side. "Catwoman!" she thought, but before her mind could even process the word she was yanked back sharply against her assailant. A strong arm wrapped around her shoulder, and between that and the taut whip that she was now tethered with she could do little more than writhe.

"Selina! What are you....?" Batgirl began to ask, but her query was cut short as Catwoman pressed the thick, anasthetic-soaked wad of cotton gauze over her nose and mouth. "MMMMMMPH!" she screamed breathlessly in protest, instantly realizing her mistake as her nostrils filled with the sickly-sweet smell and she quickly began to feel disoriented and out of sorts.

"Puurrrrrfect," came the sultry, almost-whispered voice in her ear. "We've done this dance a hundred times, Barbara, darling, and it always ends the same way, so be a good little kitten for once and just breathe in the chloroform, would you? I'm on a schedule tonight."

The Dark Knight Damsel twisted furiously and tried to kick at Catwoman's instep, but to no avail. Her violent exertions only fueled her desperate need to breathe, and soon she was inhaling more of the cloying fumes. Her head began to swim and her ears started to buzz, and she could feel herself gradually losing control of her limbs. "Hmmmmmngh! Nnnnf!" she grunted and gasped, her arms pulling at the impossibly tight coils of the whip, each desperate protest softer and more muffled than the last.

"Oh, I know, darling, I would have enjoyed a good tussle with you first, too," Catwoman continued casually, as if she was having an actual discussion with her best frenemy over a glass of wine. "But I have a client who absolutely insists that he must own the Star of Savoy, and he's paid me a king's ransom to get it for him. He wanted you, too, but I demurred. Human trafficking is so tawdry, and besides, if anyone is ever going to keep you, it's going to be me," she purred.

The darkened skyline and the lights in the distance began to blur together into a swirl as Batgirl's body began to relent under the inexorable chemical assault, her soft little moans now barely audible as her legs became rubbery and more and more of her weight began to shift onto Catwoman. "Hmmmmph!" she cried as she heard the felonious feline's scheme and her heart sank even deeper, a sense of failure compounding the shame of yet another defeat at the hands of Catwoman.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, I know Batwoman tasked you to guard that diamond tonight while they secretly shipped it out of the museum," Selina chuckled. Batgirl felt a pang of surprise as she heard Catwoman's voice not only whispered in her ear, but through the comm device in her cowl, as well. "I guess the secret's out."

The revelation that Catwoman was eavesdropping in on their secure Bat communications was the final shock in Barbara's last moments of lucidity as her knees finally gave out and her body went slack and supple in Catwoman's arms, her eyes rolling back into her head with a last flutter of her eyelids.

Catwoman held the pad in place for several more moments as she propped her victim up against her to make she was fully sedated, then leaned her head forward and gave Batgirl a little peck on the cheek. "Next time we'll have a regular play date, I promise," she said as she lowered the sedated siren to the ground.

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