Rock it down, Baby



       «GGN» Appeared on screen, white letters on grey squares over a black and blue background. The intense music announced the beginning of the show, GOTHAM TONIGHT, With Mike Engel. All while an energetic new-esque music plays in the background.
       Presented with platinum grey; bold and capitalised letters that one by one shined and left the screen, transitioning to Mike on the left side of the screen; prompting his speech as soon as he was visible to everyone.
       —Gotham wakes up to another day of violence as armed robbery goes wrong when The Batman intervenes. —Mike says in his iconic tone—. Police at the scene describe it as a “brutal beatdown” when every armed individual got knocked out by the vigilante.
       Pictures and live video footage of the Bank of Gotham appear on small rectangles to his right, showing what was left of the robbers and the rescue team getting all hostages and bank employees out of the area. Batman is seen shaking hands with commissioner Gordon as he flees the scene; leaving the GPD to do their job.
       —Bruce Wayne sets yet another rehabilitation centre up in central Gotham, he claims “If lack of space is a problem, we will make up the necessary space”.
       A shot of Bruce Wayne comes up in full screen with him talking to the cameraman.
       —Criminality is both a society issue as much as it is a government issue, Wayne enterprises will do as much as it takes to make sure their end is taken care of. All that is left is for the government to step up. —He claims as his demeanour changes to a more severe one—. I ask Harvey Dent to keep his word and make Gotham a better place for all.
       The scene goes back to Mike as he continues to deliver the news.
       —Harvey has yet to answer these claims, but who did answer was Mr. Bane.
       A recording of his response appears on Mike’s right.
       —He should leave that mansion of his, and see the conditions these so-called criminals live in. The prison system is mostly company owned; he should be buying those instead of building more of his warehouses.
       To which Mike continued:
       —Mr. Bruce Wayne did have something to say.
       —We understand Mr. Bane’s concerns, and we assure him that we are working as much as possible with these companies as well. Ever since we started; crime has dropped by 5% and we aim to double that by the end of the year.
       After a swift transition, Mike was alone in the shot once again and new small windows with more imagery came to be, showing Bane.
       —We remind everyone that Mr. Bane once was a dangerous criminal held in a prison back in Cuba, and has claimed ever since he escaped, that he will do his best to help others like him not go through the same. —He finally concluded the segment—. This after also being held prisoner here in Gotham.
       With another transition 4 live feeds appeared on screen, holding Dr. Quinzel, Dr. Isley and Professor Jonathan Crane, as well as Mike.
       —With me are four of the most prominent experts of Gotham, Dr. Quinzel, her fiancée; Dr. Pamela and Mr. Crane. —Mike continued—. What do you think Gotham should do first if we want to make this city liveable again?
       —Sorry Mike, —Interrupted Ivy—. But Gotham is liveable. If you want to start from somewhere we first need to get rid of the stigma around our city.
       —High crime rates on armed robbery and assault would suggest otherwise. —He countered—. I mean, we are taking suggestions from an ex-criminal.
       —I have worked with so many “ex-criminals” it is clear to me you don’t even know a bit about it. —Harley imposed herself—. These people just want to get back on their feet, but we won’t let them; then put them in holes expecting them to fix themselves.
       —Dr. Quinzel is right. —Scarecrow added—. The whole system sets them up for disaster and resentment.
       —Sorry to interrupt, professor but don’t you use gas to trick people into talking? Multiple police arrests put you as evidence when trials show how you basically drug them to comply. —Mike tried to demonise him—.
       —My gas is completely safe Mike, and although this specific use has been extremely rare, it does help when used correctly under my therapy program. And let me remind you; this helped save multiple lives too.
       Leaving the question unanswered, the speed in which the show runs had Mike turn to his next topic.
       —And while some focus on crime others focuses on their careers. Jack Napier: also known as The Joker when he was a comedian, now released his newest book: “The last laugh”, which according to critics; it’s a deep dive on his own life and how despite failing as a stand-up comedian, he still got and I quote, “The last laugh”.
       Multiple pictures of Joker are shown, from him during his try-outs as comedian to the now renewed writer and almost philanthropist person he had become. Scans of his book continued as some other pictures of him with other popular names made an almost collage-looking gallery on screen.
       All throughout the show minor news ran below on a black belt. Things like an upcoming movie starring Baby Doll; Waylon “Killer Croc” Jones winning yet another belt on his already marvellous wrestling career; a small promotional of the newest escape room by The Riddler; Clayface’s newest box office debut from yet another Imperial Pictures film; claims that Man-bat once again was seen fighting side by side with Batman; as well as a reminder to all viewers to visit The Flying Graysons’ before they leave on yet another world tour.
       Finally, as the current segment finalised, the camera panned out to show the audience the full set as the camera swiped to the left.
       A cheerful crowd is heard as Mike does the final announcements.
       —And because we keep the best for last; with you, the award-winning, career-changing couple: Baby Doll! And Waylon “The Killer Croc” Jones! —Mike shouted as he applauded along—.
       Those who were watching live from the studio went nuts. The first one to enter was Baby Doll herself, waving at everyone with a wide smile as Croc walked behind her, focusing more on her than the crowd itself –but still waving to them as part of the presentation.
       Mike, who just let the scene unfold on its own, managed to not make any noticeable expressions towards the funny but also cute display of both character’s dynamics.
       —Baby Doll everyone! Welcome to the show Baby. —He continued—. Sorry, Can I call you Baby?
       —Thank you for having me here today, Mike. —She hands her raincoat to croc as she greets him—. Please call me Mary-Louise.
       She was wearing some rather provocative attire underneath that impressed more than one viewer. A black one-piece dress with detailed designs across it and a thin fabric that turned almost see-through the further away it was from the centre, and a seductive neckline. The view was something else; after all she was known as the adult that never aged. 
       —Of course, Mary-Louise. And with you is your long-time partner, Mr. Waylon, an applause too for: The Croc!
       The crowd applauded once again as he waved to the viewers with a smile, albeit it barely looked like one given his animal-esque appearance.
       —Since we are calling each other by our names, Jones. —Mike kept at it—. How long have you two been together now?
       —Soon it will be two years Mike, in a week to be exact. —Croc responded—.
       Both Baby and Croc looked at each other in that moment with large smiles as they held hands for everyone to see.
       —A man who remembers the anniversary is surely one to keep, isn’t it everyone?
       —I am sure Mrs. Engel agrees. —Croc made a cheeky comment—.
       Everyone laughed at that moment and Mike took the blow with a laugh as well.
       —If there was any Mrs. Engel out there, I am sure she would let me know. —He came back with his own cheeky response—. But let’s go straight to the point, Mary-Louise; “Rock it down, Baby” it’s the name of your most recent film. A direct sequel of sorts to your ongoing show “Doll”.
       The trailer for the movie played in a corner as other still frames from the show appeared as a slide show on the opposite side.
       —Everyone thought you moved from the term Baby after you turned 30; when you revamped your show Love that Baby.
       Following his words, a slideshow and “best moments” from the old sitcom replaced the trailer and stills from the current one, fully visualising the difference between the two shows and how she had found a way to keep what made her first show a hit, and still include new and crazy ideas.
       —And you, Jones; you’ve been in the show as well. In different roles but never as her partner.
       —She runs her show, I run my own. We respect each other’s careers. Just this last championship I was able to claim back my place as champion. Something I couldn’t have done if she had kept me on her show.
       —Sure you did! —Mike continued—.
       Pictures of both the last championship and the previous one appeared on screen showing both when he won, and when he lost against Bane.
       —Kind of a streak of bad luck when activist Bane made an appearance in the finals. —He changed the subject—. Apparently to raise awareness for his anti-prison agenda, some even claim you let him win the title as a PR move.
       —He’s a good fighter Mike and won fair and square. And just like Baby and I; he has been a victim of society at some point.
       —Speaking of agendas. —Mike continued—. Critics have said your movie it’s one big agenda as well, Mary-Louise.
       —And it is Mike. —Baby doubled down—. Many would-be marginalised voices have come together in the past to speak for those below, and it is my time to do the same for both me and Jones. Gotham needs to remember to not judge a book by its cover.
       —And according to the synopsis, “A sweet looking lady looks into the eyes of a dangerous man, with whom she falls in love with. Now they both have to go through hell and back to prove that even the roughest skin hides a tender heart.” —Mike kept arguing—. And just to double down, the movie was filmed here in Gotham.
       —Well Mike, I always had a taste for rough, dangerous men, and they don’t get much rougher or more dangerous than my Wayland. For once I would’ve loved to have my babe Jones with me on it, but like he said, had a belt to reclaim.
       Baby Doll hugged Croc’s hand as she said this, prompting him to lean towards her for them to share a kiss on camera. Everyone cheered for them and agreed that; despite their looks, love was still a beautiful thing, and needed to be shown to all.
       It was truly a different time in Gotham City, surely one in the right direction when all those who were once looked down on; now held a place in society and a voice to be heard.
       —Well, you heard it here everyone. “Rock it down, Baby”, soon in every cinema of your choosing. We’ll come back after these commercials to continue with our most hot topics yet: The Lazarus project, “Where old magic and science meet again”, and “Deadshot vs Catwoman: Vigilante fights modern Robin Hood?” The Penguin might have something to say on this one. —Mike applauded Baby and Croc as they waved to the audience and the camera panned out again while fading back to black—. This is Gotham Tonight!
       As the show changes from one commercial to the next, Baby and Croc thank both Mike and the audience before leaving the stage. Ready to go back home for the night, Baby’s mind got somehow fixated on her last comment to the public, a rough and dangerous man of Gotham. All this time spent writing the script, filming, editing and approving and just now did the obvious coincidence hit her.
       The reason for this was rather simple, all that time spent on production, away from her loved one; it was just Baby longing for her man. And that man was now back, what better catharsis than this one for two lovebirds who had spent so long far apart?
       Without fully letting Croc know what she had an idea for; Baby just grabbed his hand and made clear she wanted to be followed, escorting him through the studio –passing by all types of rooms. Editors, camera rooms, storage; all too common and probably not private enough.
       He finally noticed when a door he had seen before was once again in front of him. The Green Room.
       The Green Room can be explained as the area where your speakers and talent wait until their time to be up on stage. Both had to wait there at the start of the show, but once the show is over, they can simply leave –which means it would remain empty until the next day.
       —You are not suggesting we-
       —Of course, it’s not a suggestion, sweetie. —Baby said with excitement—.
       Croc couldn’t help but to have a mischievous laughter like that of someone who knows they are ready to do evil. Even Croc himself was into the idea as soon as he got to know about it, all those fights; the stress, and work had him in the same situation as his beloved partner.
       Without hesitation, Baby tossed her raincoat to the nearest couch and got up (with a little help from croc) on one of the stools that stood in front of the mirrors. The lights that are supposed to let you see how well your makeup would look now made her body shine, the translucent parts of her dress letting through some of those god rays of lighting that made her look almost angelical.
       Croc wasted no time on taking a seat on that same stool she used as a step. Now both looking at each other as their reflections on the mirror did the same, like two universes working side to side on the same story.
       Seconds later she turned around and moved her hair to reveal the zipper that held the dress together.
       —You don’t mind helping a girl out, do you?
       Croc had nothing to say, simply grabbing Baby by her waist and slowly taking his hands up to her neck. Such powerful arms that worked mostly for violence; containing themselves to protect what they hold dear –Baby.
       Such force was intoxicating for her, so much so that she started to swing from left to right; like performing a sensual dance similar to those birds do when they look for the perfect mate. So focused on this feeling she could barely tell her zipper was already down; and the upper part was already starting to slip down from her shoulders to her arms.
       She looked at her reflection and the reflection looked back, like both were in on the same plan; one for each victim. They both turned around again; undressing as they continued their charismatic swing and dance.
       Croc even tried to look at himself in the mirror, or maybe he was trying to see both her front and her back as the dress went out –but Baby did everything she could so his eyes were always fixated on her.
       —She’s not the one you are with, now look at me.
       Fully in on the idea, Baby was referring to her reflection as another woman; so, when Croc tried to look, the other Croc did so too –and both women, like jealous of each other; moved to prevent even the slightest peek.
       Next, she took off her brassiere. Pretending like it was a lap dance one gets at a nightclub or brothel, Croc didn’t even think of touching at that stage –just savouring the sight of Baby’s naked chest and the cuteness of her nipples, the flatness of it, the petite appearance of her physique. His body wanted to be vicious, but his mind told him to simply possess it.
       Finally, after a last swing to the right and another to the left; she jumped to Croc’s lap. His strong shape and scaled body prevented him from feeling any weight over him, like she was made out of feathers –but still sensitive enough to feel her hands run through his chest and then down to his waist.
       —So rough and dangerous. —Baby complimented him—. Should I feel threatened by the beast?
       Croc was already teased from the start, but now his body was fighting to hold back wanting to show her how bad he could be.
       —Think you can handle it? —He replied in a teasing manner—. The beast?
       —With all that clothing, you can’t do anything to me.
       Croc tensed his muscles on command, making him slightly bigger for a couple of seconds while his clothing rips apart from the pressure.
       —This? —Croc concluded with his fancy suit now damaged—. Not in my way.
       Such a display of masculinity intoxicated her, after all she was always the type of woman who liked them running wild. A gentleman during the day and a beast at night. And right now; it was right in the middle of the night.
       Baby kissed him on that instant, and Croc kissed her back –and during that moment time was simply not there; it wasn’t even an idea, it was just two lovers communicating through their hearts everything words couldn’t cover or understand.
       But she wasn’t done yet, as her hands rose back up and caressed his neck delicately unable to get enough to satisfy her lustful desires. It was then when she couldn’t help herself and started to make another move, untying his necktie until the knot was gone; and one by one she unbuttoned his shirt.
       Just like that his chest was almost revealed, all that was left was to tuck his shirt and suit down from each shoulder and he would be exposed –but before you could notice, the deed was done, and her head already rested over his heart.
       She could both feel and hear his heartbeat under all those scales, fat and thick skin, like if it was calling for her and all she could do was to listen.
       And Croc, despite being cold blooded like any amphibian, could still feel her warmth reach the human inside of him.
       —You know we can just do this at home. —Croc broke the silence as he caressed her hair—.
       —We can do it here, and then we do it again at home. —She bargained—.
       —Hard to say no to that. —Croc concluded, kissing her again—.
       And as they kissed, he helped her out by removing her brassiere, followed by the rest of the dress. By the end of it, only her panties were still on.
       With her body exposed, the cold breeze of the air conditioner chilled her, but her lustful warmth worked as perfect isolator as she leaned back to the counter; pushing her chest forward, while croc’s hands on her waist held her in place.
       —If you want, I’ll let you play with your food. —Baby flirted—.
       Croc smiled as he gazed at her small body, so petite and fragile –he couldn’t help it, reaching down to her to lick her chest; his tongue so big it almost covered all of it as he tried to manoeuvre around it. Even as he tried to play solely with her nipples; his size was still too much, but still enough that he could do so anyways, and yet, as a working couple; they simply went with it and found pleasure in those traits.
       —Do I taste good, Crocky? —Baby teased—.
       —Like chicken.
       —And Crocky loves chicken.
       The games they played with one another, Baby and Croc were like kindred spirits meant to meet to be together.
       Eager to continue, Croc wasted no time and by sudden surprise Baby opened her eyes wide, the cascade of feelings making her heart skip a beat as her pupils dilated; forcing her to close her eyes again. In shock, her whole body stiffed for the first seconds to then completely go numb after the fact. Croc had used his hands to lift her up; sitting her on the counter –and employed his tongue and teeth to pull down her undergarments, just to proceed to lick her privates right away.
       —F-Fuck! Croc! —Baby couldn’t help herself from moaning—.
       Croc simply giggled at Baby’s sequence of reactions as he licked her, just to go back into action right away. If lust had a flavour, she tasted like it; probably a mixture of eroticism and taboos. His dedication translated into a firm grasp on her waist –strong enough to forbid her from moving, but weak enough to not harm her.
       Baby, whose judgement got clouded by desire, wanted so much more from him, stretching her hands to try and grab his mouth and push it inside. But Croc ignoring these desires wasn’t restraint but finding enormous pleasure in doing so. He was going in, but he was going to do so whenever he wanted.
       And from time to time, he would look up to see her face, noticing her lost gaze and agitated breath –things that made it look like she was about to faint as she could barely continue to moan his name.
       Continuing with his act; Croc was growing excited as well, his cock getting harder and harder as time went by –making it so noticeable from the outside one couldn’t help to glance, and the pressure produced by its trap of cloth and fabric had him struggling to contain it.
       When Baby begged for a break to catch up some air, he helped himself by pulling his pants down, along with his underwear. With his penis finally exposed to the outside, its size could finally explode and reach new heights. By the time he went back to eat Baby up, Croc was too helping himself by masturbating with one hand –while still holding Baby down with the other. And just to please her a little, he let the tip of his tongue slip inside.
       —God! Yhea Crocky, eat me up. —Baby kept begging—. Eat me up like the beast you are.
       Little by little his tongue made it all the way, reaching as deep as her body could manage, Baby’s insides warm and humid mixing with his breath –which was just as warm and just as humid as her.
       Not done with her, he started to move his tongue inside and out, a little to one side and a little to the other one, stretching her as much as her small body allowed.
       —Don’t stop now, babe. —Baby implored—. Not now that I’m so close.
       And he didn’t stop, instead taking his busy hand from his cock and back to her; and moving both to her chest to have his claws play with her nipples. A sensation that was multiplied by a hundred each time a second passed.
       —I’m going to-!
       But before she could finish that sentence his fingers scratched harder, his tongue moved faster, and her mind went blank –finally releasing an orgasm that was one of a kind. Her moans enchanting the room and enticing his partner to crave for more –while the room’s isolation worked wonders to keep both under the radar and unable to be caught.
       Trinkets odds and ends falling to the floor as Baby tried to grasp onto anything while her body was overtaken by a waterfall of spasms.
       Truly nothing could even begin to compare to the pleasure she felt in that moment, and her body craved for more. But in a relationship, there are two; and just like one likes to have their fun it is just fair for the other to get some.
       Croc let go of Baby so she could regain her composure and catch her breath –you could see Baby even re-arranging her hair as she did. All while her partner simply cleaned his mouth with his hands; and used them to keep masturbating, as if it was some sort of lubricant for him.
       Aroused by this, she commanded:
       —Honey, why don’t you take a seat on the couch over there?
       She pointed at a red couch behind them, croc looked at it and didn’t think twice; taking her with him like one would carry a child. But this child looked at you lustfully at all times and with a grin that would worry the most adventurous of men.
       But Croc made the mistake of going too fast; thinking they would move directly to finally having sex. Baby had another idea.
       When he sat down, almost ready to manoeuvre her to his cock, she slither down to the floor from his legs instead, facing his dick with a mischievous look in her eyes. That’s when it kicked in for him –what she really intended to do was to return the favour first.
       —Naughty Croc, you are not getting that far yet. —She teased him—.
       —Now, babe. You know I would never-
       —Sh… —Baby interrupted him—.
       And instead of putting a finger on his or her mouth to symbolise silence, she put it on the tip of his penis, almost moving it with gentle circular movements of her finger –she clearly wanted to be in charge now.
       Her first call of action was to kiss it, from top to bottom she went leaving gentle kisses that felt like licks as she pushed her tongue against it; all the way to his testicles –and then back up again, to his tip.
       Croc wanted to play on Baby’s dirty talk too, but for some reason he could barely form words, just growling and tensing up with each interaction –until…
       —Just do it already! —He grew impatient—.
       —Do what?
       She replied with a playful tone as she grabbed it with both of her hands and inserted the tip on her mouth, acting it as if it was a big kiss –while masturbating him in the process.
       His head fell backwards as his hands wanted to reach for her head to push her down onto him, but so aroused by her acting he simply couldn’t, fighting his urges instead of listening to them. Baby just kept going, entertained by his struggle.
       The fellatio continued as little by little she took more and more of it, stopping to take some air and going at it again; sucking from time to time like it was some sort of lollipop or straw.
       Croc edging by the minute, close to climax.
       Each time she noticed he was about to burst she would stop, and play with his sack, licking and sucking it instead –the feeling was heavenly even there, but just tame enough to let him cool down. It was like a pleasurable nightmare he didn’t want to wake up from.
       —Mercy, please, Baby. —He begged—.
       —You want to talk? Or want me to continue?
       Either she was too much into her character or she simply loved to play hard with him.
       —Fuck! —He stuttered with a small laugh as she continued sucking—.
       And as a merciful god would have it, Baby finally gave into his prayers. She took in as much as she could from his big length and started sucking and licking while her tongue played around its head.
       Croc was feeling heaven on earth as he finally could let it all out; and Baby took each drop of it to a point where she felt like she could choke at any moment, but still going regardless.
       When he finished, Croc felt like he was out for the count, unable to comprehend how his body was still asking for more when it also felt exhausted and defeated.
       Baby on the other hand, felt energetic and ready for more, even taking her time to clean him with her mouth, and then herself with a towel she found.
       —Remember we are doing this at home too, should we head there now? —She asked as she started to dress herself up—.
       Croc’s body came back to life, the side of him that wanted more heard those words of hope and overtook the tiredness of his alter-ego. He was going to get that second round no matter what.
       —Ladies first.
       Both couldn’t help but to chuckle again as they wondered what the staff’s reaction would be when they noticed they hadn’t left –eavesdropping on a conversation as they reached for the exit door.
       —Hey, look. —One man said—.
       —I know, like, what do you think they do on a date?
       Getting in the car, Baby couldn’t help herself and repeated the question.
       —What do we do on a date, Crocky?
       —Why don’t we hurry back and find out?
       Both laughed out loud as they drove to their destination, talking about the mess they left behind and what kind of gossip could emerge from it –if they even dared to talk about it. They truly felt like partners in crime.
       
       ***
       
       It took some time to reach the outskirts of Gotham City, home sweet home. A brand-new apartment complex –not too fancy, not too humble either, but it showed that even with all the money and success; they were both still humans, and like any other, they found pleasure in simply having enough. Outside of the spotlight, the cameras and the crowd; a simple and normal life.
       The inside, decorated with all sorts of memorabilia from their own careers, showed a backstory that narrated both the good, the bad and the ugly of their lives –and how after they met each other it was nothing but good times. And tonight was going to be yet another one.
       Croc carried Baby to their bedroom, laughing and kissing along the way; still making fun at their mischievous misconduct back at the studio, wondering what would’ve happened if they were found out.
       Even when they jumped into bed; getting naked in the process, both talked like two teenagers that had pulled out the sickest prank.
       —You weren’t exactly silent, dear. —Baby giggled—.
       —I wasn’t trying to.
       —Oh… So now it turns out it was all part of your wicked plan?
       —I thought it was YOUR wicked plan!
       —Well, just so happens I know how a studio works. —Baby teased—.
       —And now that we are not at the studio? —Croc asked—.
       Croc slowly got on top of her as she caressed his body with her palms, having them go through his muscles like a kid letting his hand follow the waves of the ocean.
       —That just means we can go all out. —Baby replied—.
       Reaching for the nightstand, Croc took out a bottle of lube; squeezing it as its contents slowly came out. Baby was excited as ever as Croc looked at her with a joyful smile, one could only wonder how it all could go down when one of them was almost three times the size of the other one.
       Spreading the lube around his penis, and then a little more over Baby’s pussy just to be sure, neither of them could wait anymore –Croc starting to frot his cock over Baby’s vaginal lips.
       —I thought I said, “all out”. —Baby moaned in pleasure—.
       —Should’ve thought about it before playing the brat. —Croc teased her—.
       Just as she had her fun; it was his turn to play around with her. First teasing on the outside as her legs spread outwards; inviting him inside. She even tried to grab it and help herself, but the lube made that impossible to happen as it glided away from her grasp each time. All she could do was beg for mercy.
       —Please, don’t be so cruel. —Baby moaned—. I didn’t mean to!
       —Bad? —Croc replied—. I thought I was being fair.
       —Come on babe…
       Then Croc moved into a brief penetration act, as he made the tip of his dick go inside and out over and over. Baby’s body overreacted with each thrust as it tried to take it but still couldn’t. But not once were these feelings similar to ones of pain or suffering; instead, each being of lustful desire and passion.
       —All right! All right! I’m sorry for teasing you babe… —Baby begged for mercy—. Just give it to me now…
       —I’ll give it to you sweetie. —He made a cruel pause—. Just not right now.
       —Y-You brute…
       This exchange of words kept going over and over.
       Finally, after enough teasing, not even Croc could help himself and finally began to fuck her –his cock going as deep as it could, moaning with Baby as both finally felt the release of their carnal needs run free, unbound, unchained.
       —Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! —Baby finally felt in heaven—. Don’t dare hold back!
       —And who said I was going to? —Croc moaned—.
       Baby’s insides felt warm, making the outside feel chill in comparison for both, Baby so tight and Croc so wide it was like neither body wanted to let the other go. This wasn’t the first time they did this; but their bodies behaved like so –having them run through the same emotions each time.
       —More… More… 
       And even in these conditions could they ever find closure in just one position and simply reach climax –instead, going around the bed like animals as now Baby was on top riding his cock, pushing herself as deep as she could survive.
       —I said more!
       Next, Croc would go back on top, but having Baby from behind as she moved her hips around in a sweet doggy style.
       —Show me what you got!
       They could probably go around like this for hours and I would have to tell each detail over and over again, but nothing lasts forever as both finally get close to their last climax.
       —Baby! I’m going to-
       —Then what are you waiting for?! —She shouted and moaned—. Give me your child! Breed me now!
       Both Croc and Baby expelled their loudest moan as he came inside, filling her with his seed, impregnating her with a child as she asked. And when he had finally ejaculated the last drop of cum, both, overtaken by exhaustion, fell asleep like angels in the clouds of heaven –and all the stress, the product of being apart for far too long, had finally subsided.
       
       ***
       
       Shortly after that, the movie was released, the interviews, the appearances on talk shows –everything halted as what had happened that night came back with the consequences of their actions. The sperm that had overwhelmed the egg, the inevitable fecundation of it, and its natural course of bonding with the uterine wall of Baby’s womb had culminated in what was to be expected; a pregnant mother –and the over excitement of the soon-to-be dad.
       Before they could notice they were back in the spotlight, as everyone wanted to talk about it. How the union of two opposites just happened to be so alike, and how these two were about to bring to this world new life.
       The two proud parents made it clear; it wasn’t about their looks; or what made them different from the other –but what made them equal, two people who overcame their challenges through love and perseverance.
       And so, every article, every newspaper, interview and talk show did what they do best –shower their consumers with words and pictures of both Gotham lovebirds. So did Croc and Baby.
       —Yes, it is true we might not be able to work for a while. But Waylon and I are pretty excited for this too; and we are thankful to everyone who has showered us with support. More than our fans; you are also our family.
       And so the TV screen faded to black, with Baby waving goodbye.
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