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 Diana wasn’t having a good day. No, scratch, she wasn’t having a good week.

It has been almost a week since accepted Bruce’s invitation for a gala at Gotham City. A date, which was one experience she had yet to experience in the man’s world. However, she only realized that fact halfway through the gala, which was kind of sad.

Diana was too inexperienced when it came to relationships. For the first few years, she had stayed away from any improper behavior, but watching people around her so happy with their relationships, she was starting to have different thoughts.

A part of it was the habits she learned from growing up on an island filled with immortal Amazon warriors. For years, she had thought that her fellow sisters were pure, and utterly uninterested in the matters of flesh — until she started sneaking around. Then, she stumbled upon many scenes of carnal love.

Apparently, she didn’t know any of it, because she was the only daughter of their immortal Queen, making her effectively untouchable.

It persisted when she embraced her destiny and visited the world of man. She was Wonder Woman, no less untouchable than the only princess of the Themsciera. The fragility of ordinary humans just made it harder.

Watching Kal-El trying to maintain a relationship with Lois was proof of it.

It was why she was excited when she realized Bruce had invited her for a ‘date’. He was one of the few men she truly respected. Handsome, rich, and honorable… Diana certainly couldn’t do any better … well, not unless Kal-El decided to end his relationship, but she did her best to ignore that thought.

She was not an honorless harlot!

When Bruce asked her to be his girlfriend while they danced, she accepted happily, wondering if it was appropriate to kiss him immediately, or if it was more appropriate to wait until the end of the date.

But, her date had come to an early, unfortunate end, when they received a warning about a thievery in progress. Catwoman fighting against an unknown assailant during a museum heist.

For once, Diana had been ready to ignore the call. She didn’t want to interrupt her first real date, certainly not for Bruce’s ex — something that was nowhere as secret as Bruce would like to think. But, she kept her mouth shut about it, and decided to act like she wasn’t annoyed by the idea.

She wished that she didn’t. Diana felt herself to be clever as she decided to target Catwoman rather than the unknown male. A little revenge for ruining her date.

She didn’t expect to lose her precious lasso. All because Bruce couldn’t ignore his ex. An ex that had been more than happy to ally herself with the same mysterious assailant as they robbed more than twenty museums, art houses, and private collections, stealing hundreds of millions of dollars worth of precious artwork and other artifacts.

Helplessly, Diana stayed at Gotham, at first accepting his offer for a guest room as they tried to intercept the thieving couple, only to fail again and again. Sharing a house — well, a mansion that was big enough to hold a dozen parties at the same time, but the idea was the same — was supposed to be an intimate affair.

It was hard to feel cozy when they spent their week arguing about their strategy, filled with failures. With every loss, it got more frustrating. Especially since, Bruce was very determined not to ask for the assistance of the rest of the League.

Three days ago, she left his mansion and instead went to a small hotel.

Normally, she would respect Bruce’s determination to be independent, but the longer she was unable to recover her lasso, the more frustrated she was getting.

Not exactly an ideal start for a relationship.

Her phone rang, distracting her from her thoughts. “I finally cracked their pattern,” Bruce said. “They will either hit another museum, or a private art gala tonight.”

“So, we need to split up,” Diana said, about to argue against it, then after a moment, she decided against it. She was frustrated enough with him that staying away was tempting. “Good idea. I’ll patrol the museum,” Diana said. “Text me the address.”

She preferred to stay under a roof rather than suffer another party.

“Maybe—“ he tried to answer, but Diana ended the call. She wasn’t in the mood to listen to him. Maybe once she recovered her lasso.

It was getting frustrating. Worse, Diana wished that Bruce and her lost lasso were the only reason for her frustration.

It was not.

***

Three hours later, she had caught them slipping into the museum she was defending. She carefully followed them, knowing that, if she showed herself, they would simply escape. Catwoman was already evasive enough without having the assistance of a teleporter.

Luckily, after a week of failures, they had long identified his weakness. He needed to charge his power for almost ten seconds before he could teleport. Meaning, that as long as she ambushed them, she could catch them.

Not exactly an honorable strategy, but after a week of chasing them ineffectively, they deserved it. She moved to the top floor, ready to intervene once they took the artifact they were targeting.

Only for a moan to reach her ears. “Oh, yes. Fuck my throat hard, you bastard. You’re so much bigger than that annoying bat,” Catwoman cried, followed by a gurgle.

“Not again,” she whispered helplessly, a blush creeping on her face. They were having sex … again. Hence the other reason for her stress.

It wasn’t the first time she had caught them in such a compromising position. The first time, she had just retreated, not willing to suffer such an indignity. Unfortunately, with every day that passed without her lasso, her determination to respect their private life had lessened.

It wasn’t her fault that they were acting like true degenerates.

Unfortunately, her following attempts weren’t any more successful. Twice, she attacked them as soon as she caught them, hoping that their distraction would allow her to catch them. Unfortunately, she failed. The unnamed man had been alert enough to avoid the first attack, and after that, Catwoman had been able to defend him until he teleported them away.

Though, Diana had to admit, she wasn’t able to fight at her full power. Not just because of the absence of her lasso, but it was distracting to fight against two half-naked people … especially when one of them had a huge cock dangling with every move.

It was distracting. She couldn’t help it.

And, it wasn’t her fault she had to sneak closer to watch them, looking for an opportunity. Diana carefully approached the door of the storage room, which was luckily cracked enough for her to see what was inside.

The tactician in her immediately mapped their location. Right at the center of the room, with nothing to block their view, preventing Diana from sneaking for an ambush. It was the kind of detail that should make her frustrated.

She was not, for a simple reason. It meant, she was getting a full view of the show they were putting on. Catwoman once again had her suit around her waist, leaving her breasts bare, dancing with her every move.

Impressive, but not as impressive as the way his shaft was disappearing in her throat again and again. Diana could feel a blush creeping to her neck, and the guilt wasn’t too far behind. But also, there was pleasure.

She should be upset at being forced to watch, but she was just excited. It was wrong. But, its wrongness didn’t prevent her from watching the way her tits swayed with each move.

Then, he grabbed her hair, treating her like a toy. The first time she had seen that, she had been filled with indignity, and actually offered to protect her. Only for Catwoman to laugh to her face and call her an incompetent virgin.

Apparently, being treated roughly was a part of sex. A good part, if her moans were any indicator.

Diana bit her lips as she continued to watch, mesmerized as he invaded her throat mercilessly. She couldn’t help but wonder if she could actually do something that naughty with Bruce. A question she pondered as she listened to the soft squish of her mouth over his cock.

She watched as her naked torso bob up and down, her body tingling with desire. A muffled moan escaped her mouth, followed by a grunt. He pulled out as he closed his eyes, spraying her face with strings of white liquid.

Diana was captivated by what she saw. The view sent shivers through her body, and her desperate murmurs made it even more effective. She watched as Catwoman gently licked his cock … only for her to realize one important thing.

She had missed the best window to act. Earlier, his eyes were closed while he cummed. She could have attacked and taken him down. Without teleportation, she would have caught them easily.

Maybe she could wait until they used the door and —

She noticed his eyes starting to glow. A sign that he was about to teleport. They would escape again, and this time it was her fault. If she didn’t freeze watching them …

No, she was Wonder Woman. She didn’t quit just because of a mistake. The distance was not too much, and Catwoman was still distracted from cleaning herself. It was an opportunity. She pushed the door open, dashing forward —

Only for her push to trigger a booby trap. Nothing deadly. Just a simple rope trap wrapping around her. She fell on the floor, but she didn’t care. She flexed her super strength, ready to snap the rope, only for it to get tighter around her.

Then, she noticed the golden glow of her rope. It was her lasso!

Trouble, one that turned even worse when Catwoman dashed forward and removed her emergency beacon faster than she could press the button. That shocked Diana. Catwoman was supposed to be too distracted.

“Damn. You were right. She waited until you cummed. You win,” Catwoman said.

Diana gasped in shock. The realization that they knew she had been there all along was hard to process. Almost as hard as being captured by her own weapon.