0 comments/ 28469 views/ 2 favorites Let's Be Bad By: zhai "Thanks for coming to the movies with me, babe," you say, sliding into the seat beside me. We like this theater because it has the seats with the raising arms, that allow us to cuddle properly. You slip your arm around mine and sigh contentedly, reaching for the popcorn on my lap and tossing a piece in your mouth. "No problem, doll," I smile, "Anything for you." "Ooooh," your voice drops to a husky whisper. "I like that." You raise up a bit to nuzzle my ear. "Say that again." I can't resist that voice, and I turn to smile at you. "Anything, baby," I whisper, kissing you softly, "Anything I can do." Another brush of my lips against your own. "Anything for you. You want to sit towards the back, we sit towards the back. You want Raisinettes, you get them. What else can I do for you, hmmmm?" "Mmmmm," you grin, turning back to the screen. "Let me think about that." You hug my arm tighter, taking a bit more popcorn as the trailers come up. ("Green Lantern, FUCK YES," I cheer softly. You roll your eyes.) As the movie progresses, the charms of Orlando Bloom ("Legolas," you correct me) are, in my view, not enough to save the formulaic rom-com script, though being next to you is always nice. Your fingers are tracing up and down my arm, the light touches of your fingernails sending pleasant little jolts to the pleasure centers of my brain. My own fingers stroke your thigh left bare by the shorts you're wearing. Not long after Boy Loses Girl you excuse yourself, slipping away to the restroom, and I wonder if the fifteen or so other patrons are as disillusioned with the flick as I am, though I'll hold my tongue for your sake. Darlin' wants movie night, darlin' gets movie night. A few minutes later, as Boy Bitches To Best Friend About Losing Girl, you slither back into your seat and cozy back up to me. "Honey, would you put these in your pocket for me?" You take my hand and press a soft pile into it. Confused, I look down at the fabric in my hands when I realize: it's your panties and bra. I look over at you and there is a cat-ate-the-canary smile on your pretty face that makes me melt. I dutifully stuff the underwear in my pocket, eying your shirt which is partially unbuttoned, and the unrestrained titflesh underneath. I glance around us, but we have the row to ourselves, and are a few rows away from the nearest other couple. You're again holding my arm tightly, but it's between your legs, your body pressed against me, unmistakably horny. Your nails are scratching at me a little harder now and I can't take my eyes off your face as you stare me in the eye and whisper softly, "Let's be BAD." Confident of my response to this you unhurriedly unbutton my pants, nuzzling your face into my neck. I have to adjust my hips a bit to allow you access to my hardening cock, which you draw out into the open without care. Tapping gently along its length you finally wrap both hands around it, giving me little pulsing squeezes as you purr softly. I squirm in my seat at your touch. Pulling my arm free of the tight grip your legs had on it, my hand goes to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, feeling the weight of it and tracing over your nipple, which hardens further to this sweet stimulation. The squeezes you give my cock grow more erratic as I slip my hand through the top of your shirt to get at the treasure hidden there, and you press your face against my arm as I grasp your tit in my hand, shaking it slightly the same way you're doing to me. I'm tempted to strip you entirely, make you completely naked as the other moviegoers sit and watch the film unawares, but no. Your hands still holding my dick and relentlessly squeezing it, you bring your mouth to my ear. "You said ANYTHING, right? So... Please, baby... Can I suck your cock? Right now?" All I can do is whimper slightly. You lower your head and press your cheek against my dick; it's all I can do not to moan when you turn your head, and slowly run your tongue around my cockhead. I'm totally lost in the moment as you raise up a bit and put your knees on the seat next to me, allowing me to reach over and unbutton your shorts as you place little sucking kisses all over my hardness. Pulling down your zipper, I slide my hands down over your sex to find you quite soaked and hot, turning me on even more, and causing me to buck up at your mouth slightly. My fingers enter you easily as you accept my thrust into your loving mouth, but then you pull your head away, moving your body up a bit to rub your breasts on my cock, giving me further access to your dripping cunt. Slick with your secretions my fingers slide over your clit easily, and you squeeze your covered tits against my dick as your pussy bucks against my hand. Your moans are getting a little more daring now; I have the presence of mind to glance around at the others in the theater, but I can't see if they're looking at us. Reaching over to push the other armrests out of the way, I lift your writhing body off of my lap for just a moment, swinging my legs up onto the seat and laying across several of them. You crawl back on top of me and we are kissing, your tongue in my mouth as your hips twist. The shorts are halfway down your legs but I decide that I want you just like this with your legs together. Reaching down between us I push my cock into the proper angle and, quicker than either of us are really aware of it, I'm in you. Your breath catches in your throat as you push down onto me as best you can. Though I am not as deep as I would be if your legs were spread, the tight squeeze around me makes for a quite different pleasure that you rapidly come to appreciate. My arms are wrapped around you, pressing you against me as my cock stabs up into you. "Goddamn, you are fun to be naughty with," I whisper. "So incredibly sexy... Fucking you this way feels so different... We could get caught at any second, but I don't care, I just want to keep fucking you..." Your hands are in my hair and the strained gasps are hot in my ear. "Oh god... I want to come on you... On your hard cock... Right here in this theater... They have no idea you're fucking me... So good, oh, OH" and then your body is stiff and your pussy squeezes me. Once, twice, then again, and then you are jerking your hips, fucking yourself on me in that way I can't resist, and I am spurting my come into your sucking cunt as my own body thrusts and twitches of its own accord. We are drifting back to earth in pleasant afterglow, when I realize that your bare ass is still exposed in a populated movie theater. "You know," I say softly, "anyone who walks back here is gonna see your naked ass." "If they do," you murmur, "I'll have to shoot them." You kiss my cheek softly. "And you'll bust me out of jail and go on the lam with me, right? You said you'd do ANYTHING." Let's Be Batman Pt. 01 This is a parody based on characters owned by DC Comics. Special thanks to Mild Mannered Author, whose "Two or Three" story on this site inspired me to start writing. First time so please be gentle. ***** "Alfred, I need my suit." Bruce Wayne had been at fundraiser, listening to boring people talk about boring things, when he heard word of a break-out at Arkham. He quickly feigned drunkenness and not-so-subtly implied that he'd spent a night in a hot tub with the host's daughter. Once he picked himself up off the pavement, he had radioed Alfred. "Very well, sir. I will have it dispatched by the Batwing immediately. Honing in on your coordinates." 5 minutes passed, and yet there was nothing. "Alfred, remind me to check the Batwing when I get back to the cave," said Bruce. "It should have dropped off my suit 2 minutes ago from this distance." "But sir," replied Alfred, "It did drop off your suit 2 minutes ago." Bruce grimaced. "Well it didn't drop it off by me. Where did it drop it off then?" *** For 27 long years, Tommy Naylor had been the world's personal shitter. Once a high school football star with dreams of one day playing for the Arkham Rogues, that had been dashed when his knee was wrecked in a car accident. Ever since his life had been one disappointment after another, capped off by his recent laying off from Ace Chemical. 26 years old, no job, no future, no girlfriend, no hope. 'Who the fuck works in a chemical plant anymore, anyway,' thought Tommy as he walked home from another night at the bar. 'Shit was dangerous. All those open vats. Why if anyone fell in one of those they'd-' Tommy's thought was cut short by a loud bang right in front of him. He could barely make it out but his eye had caught something big and heavy landing from the sky above. "...Hello?" Tommy asked the darkness. "Is there someone there?" Tommy crept forward and inspected what had landed. He hoped to God it wasn't a body. "What the... hey, is that the Batman logo?" Tommy gradually realized that he was looking at a large, heavy package that had Batman's logo on it. Before he even realized what he was doing, Tommy quickly hoisted the package onto his back and hurried back to his apartment. 'Man, if this is any good maybe I can sell it for something.' *** Sitting on his couch, drinking a beer, Tommy stared at the package. Finally gathering up the courage, he walked over and... stared at it some more. 'How the fuck do I open this thing?' Tommy couldn't see any zippers. He ran his hands along the top and sides before finally finding a small button. Upon pressing it, the package burst to life. Tommy couldn't believe what he saw. Standing before him, in all its glory, was the Batsuit. "Hooooooly shit," said Tommy aloud. He didn't know what to do. He was hoping for a couple batarangs, maybe one of those grappling hooks Batman used, but the entire suit? He couldn't sell this, not without someone finding out. He didn't think he could keep it, either. What if a supervillain found out about this? He'd be killed. But at the same time, Tommy was incredibly excited. Batman had first appeared about 10 years before and ever since, Tommy had marveled at the stories that were told. Tommy was relatively in shape but Batman put him and everyone else to shame. Batman had even once saved Tommy's sister by foiling a robbery at her bank. Tommy had grilled his sister for every detail she could provide. Tommy dreamed of being Batman. And now, with this suit, he could be. After a long while, Tommy figured, "What the Hell," and decided that he was going to try the suit on. What could it hurt? Besides, the suit seemed like it would fit him. For about an hour, Tommy struggled with the heavy kevlar and thick leather that made up the suit. He had the most trouble putting the cowl on, finally just forcing it down on his head. He heard a sharp crack as he did so but thought nothing of it. Tommy looked in front of the mirror and couldn't help but smile. "I look awesome!" Tommy suddenly struck a martial arts pose and karate chopped the air. "Ow!" Tommy yelped, grabbing his shoulder. "Fuck, maybe I should have stretched." He fell onto his couch. *** "Bruce," said Alfred," I managed to get a faint location of your suit but it appears the tracking device has been broken. I was only able to trace it to a 1/2 mile area in The Narrows." Bruce grimaced even harder. "Dammit! Okay, we'll have to worry about that later. Killer Croc has gotten out and I can't let him get too far into the sewers. I'm coming back to the cave for my other suit. In the meantime, hopefully no one finds the missing one." *** "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu - ahahahahahaha!!" Tommy was flying through the air. He had gone from, "Let's just put on the suit," to, "Let's go up to the roof and throw some batarangs," to, "What does this thing do," to flying through from building to building with a grappling hook. It was pretty automatic; Tommy basically only had to push a button. The rush was unlike anything he had ever experienced. Before he knew it, he had gone roughly 3 miles and was in the heart of Gotham's financial district. He landed on the roof of Gotham First Bank and caught his breath. 'This is the best shit ever. This couldn't be any more fu- Suddenly, Tommy felt a sharp crack around his ankles and he was pulled from his feet. He landed with a hard thud. Looking down, he saw a whip around his feet. "Oops, sorry Bats," a voice purred. "Guess I have a tendency to knock men off their feet." Tommy gaped. Standing before him, in all her glory, was Catwoman. She was wearing a skintight suit that hugged in all the right places. The suit's zipper was pulled down to Catwoman's chest, giving Tommy just the barest of glimpses at her perfect breasts. Tommy was speechless; he had jacked it to Catwoman for years and now here she was, standing above him. Catwoman continued. "I have to say, I'm pretty impressed that you were able to find out where I was hitting like this. You startled me, big boy." Tommy was trying to figure out if he should run, if he should fight, if he should hide his erection, but he couldn't move. He lied there. Catwoman dropped down to her knees and crawled on top of Tommy. She stopped ever so slightly near his crotch and then continued until she was nose-to-nose with him. "So is this the part where I try to tempt you into letting me go and you refuse before sending me back to prison? Because I hate prison, Batman. It's so... unglamorous. I know I can't beat you in a fight so why fight? Why don't you just let me wrap my lips around that Batcock of yours and we forget we ever saw each other? I think you'll find tha- "O-okay." Catwoman paused. "What do you mean, 'Okay?'" Tommy found his voice a little bit. "I mean if you suck my cock I'll let you go." "Wha... Seriously? I didn't think you'd actually say yes. Are you sure?" "Y-yes?" Tommy was worried that he had gone too far, that Catwoman would know he was not the real Batman. They were 30 stories up and the fall would kill him... "Eh, what the Hell," Catwoman finally said. "But if you screw me... well if you betray me I'll cut your balls off." "Uh, sounds fair.." Tommy couldn't stop himself from smiling. Luckily, Catwoman didn't see him because she had already started working her way down to Tommy's groin. She slowly lapped at his armor with her tongue, looking for an opening She finally made his way down to the sweet spot where the body & leg part of the suit separated. Catwoman tucked her hand inside the suit and rooted around until she found what she was looking for. "Jesus Christ!" Catwoman jolted back and all of her sexy charm seemed to vanish for a moment. She pulled out Tommy's cock. "This is your dick? That's fucking huge!" Tommy had been cursed with a lot of things, but he was not cursed with a small cock. Catwoman's poise slowly came back to her and she started to smile. "Well, I guess I know why your balance is so good now." She reached her head down and gave the tip of Tommy's cock a small kiss. It was already slightly wet from precum. She kissed all the way up and down his cock and then sucked on each of his balls one at a time. Tommy thought it couldn't get any better. "Here comes the good part," Catwoman said, before attempting to deepthroat Tommy's entire cock in one movement. She couldn't quite get there, only getting 3/4ths of the way down, before she came up gasping for air. She coughed slightly. Tommy smiled even wider. Catwoman glared at him before throwing herself on his cock once again, this time getting all of his cock in her mouth. She came up smiling with just a little bit of mascara running down her face. "Guess I look like the cat who swallowed the canary," Catwoman said. "More like the cat who swallowed the cock," Tommy replied. Catwoman looked at him, frowning. "Sorry," Tommy sputtered. Catwoman went back to work on "Batman's cock." She was lying between Tommy's legs, holding herself up with her left arm while she used her right to jerk his cock. With a fluid motion, she was sucking and jerking at the same time. Her tongue was bouncing around the head of Tommy's shaft and she was gobbling about half of his cock with every bob of her head, before her hand would guide her lips back up. Tommy was seeing stars. He reached down and grabbed the ears of her mask and started pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. Catwoman purred in response. Tommy began bucking his hips harder until he was fucking Catwoman's face, sending his cock deep into her mouth with every thrust. Catowoman was breathing hard, a soft moan escaping her lips as she tried to keep up with Tommy's pace. He could feel his cock starting to get warm and didn't know how much longer he could last. Finally, right before he could feel the orgasm wash over him, Tommy pulled Catwoman's head off his dick. She came up with a thick string of saliva connected to his dick and a confused look on her face. The mascara was now running down her cheeks. Tufts of short black hair were coming out of the sides of her mask. Tommy had never seen anything hotter. "I thought you were going to cu... hey!" Catwoman yelped as Tommy rolled them both over so Tommy was on top of her. He reached down and felt for Catwoman's vagina. He could feel that she was wet. 'Sucking my cock got Catwoman wet,' Tommy couldn't help but think. He ripped at Catwoman's suit; the gloves on the suit made it easy to tear open. With a swift motion, he began to stick his cock inside her. "I guess you always loved pu- OH MY GOD!" Catwoman's words morphed into an exclamation as Tommy's huge cock pushed inside her. He thrusted a quarter of the way, half way, three fourths of the way, before finally thrusting all of his girth inside her. Catwoman's screamed and at first Tommy thought he had gone too far, but quickly the screams turned to moans. He found his rhythm and began fucking Catwoman hard, his balls slapping against her. She loved it. "oh God, Batman, fuck me harder, treat me like your little slut!" she yelled. Tommy slowly realized that this was a fantasy for Catwoman, too. Her eyes were closed and she had wrapped her legs around his waist, forcing him deeper and deeper inside her. Catwoman wanted to be fucked. Hard. Tommy was more than willing to oblige. He wrapped his arms around Catwoman and used her as leverage to fuck as fast as he could. He was pounding her now, driving her deeper and deeper into the roof floor. He had to put one arm around her head to keep it from bouncing off the cold concrete. Catwoman had undone her zipper even more and was using one hand to caress her breast. Tommy couldn't help but stare; her breasts were slightly smaller than he would have thought but then again, Catwoman had a gymnast's body. But her tits were perfect. Tommy took the breast not being used and stuck it in his mouth. "Unnnhhh," was all Catwoman could say in response. She was in her own world now, lost to the pleasure that was racking her body. Her free hand shot down between her legs and began furiously working her clit. "Oh god, Batman, oh god I'm going to... I'm going to..." Catwoman shot up and hugged Tommy tightly as an orgasm shot though her. She screamed, loudly, right in Tommy's ear, almost sending him over the edge as well. But he didn't cum just yet, although it took every ounce of his will power to stop himself from doing so; no, he wanted to make this one count. Catwoman slumped back to the floor and Tommy slowed his rhythm. Catwoman brought him close and rolled him over so that she was on top, without ever removing his cock form her pussy. "Let's slow this down a little bit, shall we? I want to mak-" Tommy quickly rolled them back over so he was on top once again. Catwoman barely had time to register what had happened before he started fucking her again, hard, and Catwoman started moaning. He had himself up on his hands now so that he could watch Catwoman's face as he fucked her, watched her breasts bounce with every thrust, feel the walls of her pussy envelop his cock... "Oh fuck," was all Tommy said as he felt himself ready to cum. He pulled his cock out of Catwoman's pussy and started to shoot his cum all over her. Tommy's once full balls were emptied as he shot load after load onto Catwoman. It covered her tits, her neck, and the final massive loads shot all the way from her chin to her hair. She had 3 ropes covering her face and she disgustedly tried to wipe them away. The cum mixed with her mascara. "Jesus, you could have warned me you were going to do that," Catwoman said. She couldn't put up too much of a fuss, though; her body was spent from the fucking Tommy had given her. Her suit was ripped and open, her mask and goggles had come off, 3 of her claws were embedded in the armor of the Batman suit. The always graceful and elegant Catwoman was out of sorts. "Sorry," Tommy said sheepishly. He had forgotten who he was for a moment and now suddenly realized that he was a regular guy dressed up like a bat with the world's most dangerous thief covered in his cum right next to him. He wasn't sure what to do next. Luckily, the police made his decision for him. 4 cops, apparently alerted by either the alarms or the noise, bursted onto the roof. Their guns were drawn. "Alright, nobody move... what the Hell?" The scene before them was baffling for even the most seasoned among them. Catwoman glared at Batman and hissed, "You bastard, you said you'd let me go!" Tommy shrugged and said, "Welp, gotta go!" before utilizing his grappling hook and jetting off into the night. *** "Sir, it appears that we have located your suit," Alfred broke in over the comm. "That's great," Bruce replied. He had managed to track down Killer Croc and, after a brutal fight in the sewers, had gotten him back to Arkham. He was exhausted. "Send me the coordinates and I'll go pick it up." There was an uncharacteristic silence before Alfred responded. "It's not quite that simple, Master Bruce. It appears that someone was wearing it. We just received word that "Batman" captured Catwoman 30 minutes ago atop the First Gotham Bank." Bruce was startled. For 10 long years, he had been the only person preventing this city from collapsing. He had been bruised and broken, with only Alfred as his ally. Suddenly, there seemed to be someone else in the city who could capture Catwoman, the most elusive criminal he had ever encountered. Someone who everyone would think was Batman. An idea slowly formed in Bruce's mind. Alfred chimed in again, "Master Bruce? Shall I begin tracking this imposter?" "Hold on that, Alfred. I have an idea. What would you think about going on a little vacation?" Let's Be Batman Pt. 02 Jim Gordon flipped the switch. The batsignal suddenly shone brightly in the sky. He waited. 'Where the Hell is he," Jim thought. 'He's usually here in 5 minutes, tops.' Jim continued to wait. Finally, he heard a familiar noise: the sound of a grappling hook whizzing through the air. Any minute now, Batman would appear seemingly out of nowhere and coolly and calmly take control of the situation at hand. "Ahhh fuck!" Jim suddenly heard. A large thing had just slammed into the wall in front of him. Jim ran over to it and discovered Batman slumped on the ground. "Batman...? Are you alright?" "Yeah yeah, I'm fine." Batman quickly straightened himself up. "So what's... what's up?" "Uh, we've had a situation. Poison Ivy has run amok and destroyed the arboretum. She said it was a prison. Now she's threatening to destroy one of our prisons if we don't "free" all the parks in Gotham. She's lost her mind." "Oh, okay. So... what do we do?" Jim stared at him. "We were hoping you could stop her." "Oh yeah, right." Batman cleared his throat. "And where-" he stopped as his voice had cracked "-where can I find her?" "I think you can find her somewhere on the outskirts of Gotham, most likely by the old amusement park. We've heard rumors of trees being planted in the area." "Okay. Don't worry, Commissioner... uh... Commissioner..." "Gordon." "Don't worry, Commissioner Gordon. I'll handle this." Gordon turned his back on Batman. "Let me know if you run into any trouble. Batman, I don't think I need to tell you that Ivy is a very dangerous person..." Gordon turned back around, expecting to find himself alone as he had so many times before. Instead, he saw Batman running away into the night. 'Must be having a rough day,' Commisioner Gordon thought. *** Tommy had 2 words running through his mind: 'Oh' and 'fuck.' A week ago, Tommy had discovered a Batsuit and had proceeded to have the best week of his life. He had fucked Catwoman and had since foiled a series of minor crimes (mostly just by showing up), gathering a few appreciative blowjobs from damsels in distress along the way. It was the perfect racket! But this? Stopping another supervillain, one that he had no idea how to fight? This was way above his paygrade. He wished he could contact Batman, the REAL Batman, but he had been a ghost ever since Tommy had put on the suit. "Just like me to be taken for a sap by fucking Batman himself,' thought Tommy. 'Fucker is probably banging 2 broads in Rio right now while I get ripped apart by a fucking plant.' Tommy was wrong; Bruce Wayne was currently fucking two broads in Lisbon. Still, though, in the deep recesses of Tommy's mind he was a little excited. Getting blowjobs as Batman was fun, but he also got a tiny twinge of self-worth from helping people. The look on victim's faces when he showed up to help him made him feel like a million bucks. It was like an orgasm for his soul. And then there was also the matter of a story a friend of Tommy's had told him once, a story of Poison Ivy's break-in at an animal testing lab. She had killed 4 people, injecting them with the very thing they were injecting into the animals. It was horrible. That's not the part of the story Tommy had always held onto, though; the part he remembered was only a single sentence: "Dude, my friend in the PD saw the security footage and that Poison Ivy chick had the biggest tits I've ever seen." *** Tommy worked his way over to where Commissioner Whats-His-Name had suggested. Tommy didn't know what he was looking for but he had a feeling he would know it when he found it. He was right. From the top of the old ferris wheel, Tommy could see a stretch of forest that had grown much larger than the other areas surrounding it. And, at the center, he could just barely make out the top of a building. Tommy took a deep breath. 'Well, here goes nothing. I'm sure she can't be that tough.' *** Tommy awoke without being quite sure where he was. Last he could remember, he was wandering through a... forest, he thought. Now, as he tried to clear his eyes and look around, he was most decidedly not in any forest he recognized. All around him was the most lush plantlife Tommy had ever seen. He couldn't recognize nearly all of them but his eyes were dazzled by a cornucopia of reds, greens, and blues. The colors made the pounding inside his head so much worse. Through the pounding, Tommy gradually became aware that he could not move his arms or legs. He could barely lift his head enough but he thought he saw... vines? Vines were lashed around his wrists and ankles to keep him in place. One was wrapped around his neck, another around his waist. He realized that he was completely immobile. Helpless. Completely at the mercy of... "I'm glad to see you're awake, Batman," a voice called out from the darkness.Tommy searched frantically for the origin but couldn't find anything. The vines gripped tighter. "Now now, Batman, I don't want you going anywhere. We are going to have so much fun together." Tommy was scared shitless. He was completely trapped, he was going to die, why did he ever... why did he... tits. Poison Ivy had come into view. Tommy was surprised to find that, contrary to the rumors, she was not bright green. Ivy's skin was olive, tinted with green in the places that didnt get as much Sun. (Tommy could see almost all of those places right now.) Most people probably confused her from green because she was covered in vines and leaves in only the bare minimum of places. The ivy wrapped up the villainess's leg split up her crotch, covering just enough to deprive Tommy of seeing her pussy. From there it worked her way up each side, rejoining to form a resting place for her rack. Tommy was even more surprised to find that, exactly like the rumors said, Poison Ivy had giant tits. They were barely covered by the ivy, almost the nipples only, and they bounced as Poison Ivy walked towards him. Tommy finally made his way up to Poison Ivy's face. She had haunting green eyes and dark red lips to match her dark red hair. She had a look of triumph on her face. Tommy knew he should be scared, knew he was about to die, but all he could think about was- "-wits about you, Batman. I don't think I've ever seen you captured so easily. You may want to re-train your sneaking skills, by the way; I could hear you coming for miles." Ivy was close now, within only a few feet. She was about 6 inches shorter than Tommy so he had to look down on her; he tried to concentrate on what she was saying but all he could do was stare at her breasts. They seemed to heave every time Ivy breathed. "I thought you were going to be so much harder to catch, Batman. I had planned a grand execution for you, my masterpiece to show the world that the plants were truly Goddess's chosen creatures." Ivy reached into a pile of powder on a nearby table and blew the contents into Tommy's face. Tommy paid careful attention to how Ivy's breasts jiggled when she did so. He was completely lost in those tits. He faintly heard a whirring sound and felt a small pinch in his back but Tommy was too far gone to register it. "I'm not sure if you deserve it, though. I thought you of all of them were special but it seems like you're just an impotent man, doomed to di- oh my God, do you have a boner?! What the hell? That was poison, not a love potion!" Batman's suit was a marvel of invention. It had a small fan that could suck deadly toxins out of the air before they reached the wearer's lips and, if that didn't work, it carried a supply of antidote to Poison Ivy's concoctions, along with the Scarecrow's, the Joker's, and the Mad Hatter's. What the suit could not do, however, was prevent blood from rushing to a certain area of the body. *** Poison Ivy stumbled back, her face frozen in confusion. This wasn't how it worked; she tried to kill Batman, he defeated her in combat, she swore revenge. He wasn't supposed to get caught easily and then get a hard-on at the sight of her. This went against everything she knew. At that moment, only one thing seemed sure. "...That is one big dick," she muttered aloud without knowing. She could faintly make out the outline of Batman's engorged cock. It seemed to run all the way to the outside of his thigh. She had never seen anything like it; sure, she had gotten many men riled up in her quest to rid the world of humanity but this was something else. Most of the men she encountered were small-dicked, or impotent, and took out their misfortune on Mother Earth. This was not a small dick. She stared at it for a long time before finally deciding that nope, this couldn't be real. It had to be a wire or a codpiece or... something... 'Well there's only one way to find out,' Ivy finally decided. She had her vines tighten on Batman's body before she made her way over to him, reached into his suit, and pulled out what lied beneath. Ivy fluttered when she saw it. In her hand was the biggest cock she had ever seen. She turned it over in her hands and marveled at its thick veins. Near the end, she noticed a small drop of precum on the tip. Ivy had not bee with a man in a long time. She wasn't a lesbian; the way she was feeling at the sight of that cock made it obvious. She had just spent so long fighting the patriarchy that she refused to give in to her base, human desires. Her plants and the occasional supervillainess had done just fine. Until now. Ivy thought that maybe she had been wrong about Batman. Maybe he was special. Clearly he wasn't like the other men she had defeated in at least one important way. Maybe she could take him out with a bang... Ivy absentmindedly jerked Batman's cock as she thought. *** Tommy ached. He wasn't sure what was happening; first this chick wanted to kill him and now she was lost in thought while she played with his dick. All he knew was that his balls were in desperate need of release. "So here's what's going to happen, Batman." Ivy had finally broken the silence. "You are going to die. Before you die, I am going to give you the opportunity to make up for generations of genocide by humankind by satisfying me in carnal ways." Tommy started to respond and then stopped, confused. Ivy tried again. "I mean that your sentence will be carried out after you have transferred your gametes into my ovules." Tommy still stared. Ivy rolled her eyes and said, "I am going to let you fuck me." "Oh, okay," Tommy said as he breathed a sigh of relief. "I can 100% do that." Ivy motioned for her vines to droop Tommy onto the floor so that he was sitting now. The vines tightened once again, rendering Tommy immobile. "You know, Batman, I don't think you're getting enough green in your diet," Ivy said. She stepped towards him and the vines covering her vagina parted. Her vagina was now inches from Tommy's face. Tommy stuck out his tongue and lightly made contact with Ivy's labia. Ivy responded by pushing closer to Tommy's face, burying him in her snatch. He was having trouble breathing in the mask and the vines hurt his wrists but he gradually found his rhythm and began massing Ivy's cunt with his tongue. "Oh, Goddess," Ivy moaned. She ran one hand through her dark red hair while the other pushed Tommy's face even further into her pussy. Tommy responded by picking up his pace, flicking his tongue furiously on Ivy's clit. *** Ivy shuddered. Batman's technique was poor; after all, how could a man know how to pleasure a woman more than a woman herself? But he was vigorous and she could feel an orgasm build up inside her. Her knees began to quake. Both hands were on Batman's head now to keep herself upright. She thought about all the times she had fought Batman before, desired to crush him under her boot, and now he was totally at her mercy. It was enough to make her- "Oh, oh, oh, mmmmmmmmm!!" Ivy convulsed through her whole body as an orgasm passed through her in waves. Ivy savored it, although it was hard to when she considered what she really wanted. "Okay, Batman, let's pollinate." *** Tommy was pulled further down until he was on his back. Ivy stood above him. She was beautiful and terrifying at the same time; her once green face had turned red from her orgasm and her pussy was flared and waiting. And of course, her heavy breathing made her big tits stand out even more. Tommy decided to take a shot. "Before we, uh, you know, do you think you can...?" Tommy bobbed his hand up and down. Ivy glared at him. "I don't eat meat." "I was just thinking," Tommy said hurriedly, "That it might hurt a little if we don't have a little lubricant." Ivy considered this for a second before stepping forcefully to a nearby plant. She held out her hand and the plant came alive to deposit some sort of liquid in her hand. "Here," Ivy said, as she quickly rubbed the liquid up and down Tommy's shaft. Tommy couldn't seem to catch his breath at the sensation. After 3 or 4 solid passes with her hand, Ivy straddled Tommy and positioned his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Ivy took a deep breath and lowered herself onto it. "Holy shit!" they both exclaimed together. Tommy didn't know if he had felt anything so tight. Ivy clearly hadn't had a cock in her for a while and her vagina squeezed tightly around Tommy's dick. Once the initial sensation passed he became aware that he was only halfway inside her. Ivy moaned on top of him as she tried to decipher pleasure from pain. She gingerly pushed herself deeper on Tommy's dick. In response, she bit her lip and clutched at Tommy's suit. Tommy became aware that at some point Ivy had lost control of the vines around his arms and legs. Quickly, he thrust his hands up and grabbed firmly onto Ivy's breasts. Ivy was momentarily surprised but she quickly let passion override logic and simply kept on bouncing on Tommy's dick. Tommy pulled himself up and took Ivy's nipple into his mouth. They were wrapped around each other now, the changed position allowing Ivy to take even more (but not all) of Tommy's cock. She quickened her bounces, feeling Tommy's huge dick deep inside her. She was turning redder. All Tommy could think about were the heavenly tits in front of him. He took them one at a time in his mouth before resting his head between them. They bounced up and down and he quickly felt like his entire world was between these two tits. He was starting to lose himself but, before he could, Ivy started to shake once again. *** Ivy felt another orgasm ruin her body. This one was much shorter but much more intense; she felt wave after wave emanate from her pussy and pass through every part of her. She lightly pulled herself off Batman's dick, grimacing as his head passed by her, and collapsed onto the ground. She felt spent. She didn't understand how Batman wasn't. He was like one of her plants: desperately needing her, desperately wanting her, and willing to satisfy her over and over again. She became vaguely aware of Batman moving; he rose and stood in front of her, his cock dripping wet from her juices. He grabbed her breasts and sandwiched his cock between them; quickly, he started pumping his cock. Ivy moaned. She wasn't sure why she was letting him cum... wasn't she supposed to kill him...? but at this point she didn't care. She only wanted to feel at one. She lied down onto her back and pulled Batman down so that he was on his knees, straddling her. "Give me your cum," Ivy stated authoritatively. Batman seemed happy to oblige. He started pumping fast between her tits, gritting his teeth, the head of his cock almost poking her neck with every thrust. Ivy thought about where she would let him cum. Her hydrangeas had seemed a little sad; maybe she would have him cum on them. The Weeping Willow would be ironic. Maybe she would keep him as a prisoner and milk him onto every plant in her garden. A vine worked its way towards Ivy's pussy as she thought. It began quickly flicking her clit. The idea of Batman's massive cock between her tits and the feeling between her legs quickly gave rise to another orgasm. She opened her mouth to moan. "Ooooooooh- mmmmphph!" Ivy had found her open mouth filled with Batman's cock. *** Tommy wasn't sure why he did it; like with Catwoman, he felt that this was a once-in-a-lifetime thing so might as well take a shot. As he felt his balls bubbling up with cum, he thought Ivy's mouth looked so inviting. Right as he came, he leaned forward and dropped his cock into her mouth. Tommy saw flashes of black as he shot wave after wave into Ivy's mouth. The first shot hit the back of her throat, causing her to instinctively swallow. Now there was no stopping it; she would have to swallow all of it or else gag on Tommy's cum. Finally coming back to Earth, Tommy looked down at Ivy's face. Her eyes were watering and a tiny river of cum was streaming out of the corner of her mouth. She was too disoriented from her own orgasm to truly comprehend what had happened. Finally, after one last burst of cum, Tommy pulled his cock from Ivy's mouth and dressed himself. Ivy quickly rolled onto her side and began coughing. Tommy wondered if the meat in his diet had made his cum taste weird to Ivy. That thought was quickly replaced by the realization that he had just pissed off a very dangerous supervillain and he needed to get out of there. Before Tommy could move, Ivy turned and lunged at him. "I'll kill you, parasite!" she yelled as she swiped at Tommy's cock. Tommy turned to the side and Ivy's hand found a recessed purple button on the suit's utility belt. Quickly, a puff of purple smoke filled Ivy's face. She coughed and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. She collapsed in a puddle of their juices. 'Huh,' Tommy thought, 'So that's what that button does.' Let's Be Batman Pt. 03 I based the look of the Royal Flush Gang on their look in Batman Beyond. It doesn't really fit but fuck it, who cares? ***** For the Royal Flush Gang, it had been almost too easy. The guards had no idea they were coming and they had been easily disarmed and rounded into a back room. Gotham National Bank now belonged entirely to the Gang. They quickly got to work. The King barked out orders. "Jack, grab the safe deposit boxes. Ace, you've got the registers. Ten & Queen, take the safes." He didn't need to say it but he still did. Everything had been calculated down to the second. He knew that his gang, his family, had to be kept safe. The Gang quickly went to work. Jack used his laser eye to quickly melt the locks to the safe deposit boxes. Ace, the silent brute of the group, ripped out the register's tills and tossed them into a bag. Queen supervised Ten, the youngest of the group, as she expertly cracked the safe. As soon as she did, King & Queen went to work filling as many sacks as they could carry with cash. They hugged each other when they saw their take. "Darling, we did it!" The Queen allowed herself a brief grin. They had cleaned the place out, with almost 30 seconds to spare. Now there was nothing that cou- "What was that?" Jack ejaculated. He quickly scanned the area. He had heard something, he knew it, but he couldn't locate it. Whatever it was, it seemed big hitting the ground. "Fan out! Standard formation!" The King had heard it too. He was on high alert. He had known that doing a job in Gotham City was dangerous but he had hoped if they were quick enough that... "Over there!" The Queen pointed to a corner. The Gang all faced it and prepared for battle. Ace took to the front and prepared to attack. "who's there?" King shouted. "Come forth, show yourself! Who are you?!" A voice came from behind them. "I'm Batman?" *** Tommy had stumbled upon them by accident. He had just come out for a night on the town when he had seen flashes of light coming from the bank. He was quickly becoming used to the advantages the suit offered him and was easily able to slip inside the bank. From a perch on the second floor he surveyed the situation. What he saw was 5 figures working in the moonlight. His attention was immediately brought to the big guy that was rushing through the registers. The man was easily 6'6" and about as wide as he was tall. He was wearing a white body suit and mask with some sort of markings on them. Tommy quickly decided that maybe he'd let this one go. There was no way he could defeat this man in a fight. In the middle stood a slightly smaller man, this one dressed as a king. He had some sort of stick in his around and appeared to be the one in charge. Another man with a red eye and a similar outfit soon appeared. Finally, 2 smaller figures showed up. It appeared they were ready to leave. Tommy was fine with that. He'd wait until they left and then make his escape. It's just money, right? Besides, the REAL Batman could capture them if they're so dangerous. Tommy stopped to take a closer look at the smaller people who had just come in. One was wearing a crown like the King, but Tommy could just faintly make out something white coming out underneath. Tommy noticed that she had a good body. The other figure passed through the moonlight and Tommy started. It was a woman in a full white bodysuit, like the big guy, but where he was all muscle she was all curves. Tommy leaned over, just to get a closer look... ...And slipped to the floor. He landed with a loud thud. He could hear the gang responding to the commotion and quickly scurried behind a counter. As the group found the source of the noise and faced it, Tommy made his way around the counter and behind the group. He swore as he realized they were between he and the door. He had no way out. When the leader asked who was there, all he could think was that maybe he could bluff his way out. "I'm Batman?" Tommy said unconvincingly. He knew as the words left his lips that he was fucked. Instead of sounding authoritative and in control, he sounded like he was asking them if he was Batman. As they turned around, he grabbed a few batarangs. He had never quite actually been able to hit anything with one of these but maybe he could startle them enough to get away. The big guy turned and faced Tommy. He suddenly felt so small. The man raced toward him, his arms ready to strike. Tommy threw 2 batarangs and then closed his eyes. Hopefully they didn't kill him. An explosion... *** The attack never came. Tommy peered out of one eye and was shocked to discover that all 3 men were now lying on the floor unconcsious. A batarang stuck out of the leader's scepter. Tommy guessed that the device had malfunctioned and the explosion had blown the men away. Only the 2 women now stood. Tommy got a better look at them and gulped. They were both seriously hot. The red he had seen earlier was the older woman's blonde hair that rested under her crown. Her face was painted white and on each cheek was a black diamond. She was wearing a vest that made her look like a deck of cards and a skin tight black bodysuit underneath. She was standing demurely with the barest hint of surprise on her face. The girl beside her was a different story all together. She looked furious and prepared to pounce. Tommy would have been more concerned except that he was too turned on. The girl, adorned with the number 10 on her chest, was wearing a similar skin tight body suit, although this one was white. In the moonlight Tommy could see that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She seemed to be wearing a mask, just like the big guy, so Tommy couldn't see her face. What he could see was enough to make him pop half a chub. The older woman began to say something when suddenly the younger one lunged. Tommy was taken by surprise at this; so was the older woman, who yelled out, "Ten, no!" It was too late; she had reached Batman and jumped on him. The two hit the ground and began grappling. Tommy was able to outmuscle the girl, although she writhed so fiercely he could barely get a grip on her. She tried to elbow him in the ribs but the suit was impenetrable at that point. Tommy reached for something to get a grip on and found himself with his hand on the girl's mask. She pulled away and he was left with her mask in his hand. He looked up and realized with a start that she couldn't be more than 19. Her soft face was unblemished and light blonde hair fell from her mask. Her lips were pouty and soft, and her eyes were hard and full of fire. She was beautiful. The girl was thrown off by the loss of her mask. Tommy took the window of opportunity to grab the girl by her waist and bring her towards him. He was holding her from behind and she couldn't escape, no matter how hard she struggled. Tommy wondered if she could feel his erection. "That's enough!" the older woman shouted. "Please, don't hurt my daughter." Tommy started upon the revelation. "Upon the ancient laws of our society, we surrender and accept all that comes with that." "Mom, no!" the younger girl shouted. She kicked Tommy hard in the shin and raced towards her mother. "We can't surrender, not to this... thing." "It is already done," the older woman responded. "Besides, it's about time you learn anyway." "Uh..." Tommy finaly interjected. "I accept your surrender. Are you just going to wait here until the police arrive or...?" The mother laughed. "No sir, I fear you misunderstand: I am a Queen and we are the Royal Flush Gang." Tommy failed to recognize the name. "You know," she continued," the Royal Flush Gang? The ancient international order of thieves." "Oh, THAT Royal Flush Gang," Tommy feigned recognition. Queen grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and brought her towards Tommy. "You see, good sir, we are not a rabble of undisciplined thieves. We have a strict hierarchy, from King & Queen (she bowed) to the number 10 in each cell. We do not kill, we do not cause undue damage, and we recognize when we have been bested. You have bested us. As such, you are due a reward." Tommy tried to follow along. "Okay, cool. Do I get some money or something?" Queen laughed again, softly. "No sir, you get something much more valuable: you get Ten." Tommy's jaw dropped. "You mean I get to fuck her?" "Well I wouldn't put it so crudely myself but yes, sir, you get to 'fuck' her. That's the rule." Tommy thought for a moment. "...Well alright then." Tommy reached into his suit and pulled out his cock. It was already mostly hard from his wrestling session with Ten's tight body. The older woman gaped at Tommy's cock. Quickly regaining her composure, she said, "Of course, since this is the first time Ten has been given as a reward, I will have to closely supervise and ensure that everything is done correctly. It's only right, you see." Ten finally piped up. She didn't seem happy. "Mom, how am I going to fit that inside me?" "We'll just have to do the best we can now, won't we?" the older woman replied while pinching her young daughter's cheek. "Well sir, what shall you have us do first?" Tommy had a thousand thoughts run through his mind at once. "Umm, get down on your knees for me." Both women obediently got on their knees, although Ten did so unhappily. They both looked at him expectantly. "Come over here and suck my cock," Tommy said, this time with more authority. He was gradually getting into this. He got more into it when both women crawled towards him slowly, their hips swaying back and forth. When they reached him the older woman reached out and grabbed Tommy's cock. She stroked it softly as she turned to Ten and spoke. "Okay darling, just like we talked about. Breathe through your nose, use your hand, and don't be afraid of a little spit." Ten nodded slowly and looked up at Tommy. Tommy smiled down at her. She made a face at him and then carefully put his cock in her mouth. Tommy was at first thrilled to have this teenager sucking cock, but the thrill quickly went away when he remembered what it was like to have a teenager suck his cock. Quite frankly, it wasn't very good. Ten was taking only about 2 inches in her mouth at a time and there was no rhythm between her hand and mouth. It didn't help that her hand was barely large enough to wrap around Tommy's tool. He started to think that maybe this wasn't the best idea. The mom seemed concerned as well. With her hand at her chin she said, "Okay, dear, make sure you're stroking it- no, stroking it, Dear! Don't just jerk it. Try to get a little more saliva on there. There, that's better." Queen looked up and mouthed the word, "Sorry," to Tommy. Tommy nodded appreciatively. "Okay, let's stop for a second." Queen took the cock from Ten's hand. "Maybe it'll help to see some practical knowledge. Now, watch what I'm going to do, okay?" As Queen said this, she took the crown from her head. A tuft of blonde hair fell from her head to around her face. Like her daughter, she had full, pouty lips and blonde hair. Queen smacked her ruby red lips together. She smiled at her daughter, then at Tommy, and took Tommy's entire length into her mouth. Tommy rolled his head back as Queen's nose touched the base of his groin. She left a nice trail of saliva on Tommy's dick and used that to help lubricate her hand. She quickly began rolling her tongue around the head of his cock as she bobbed up and down. With both her mouth and hand working, Tommy quickly felt like cumming. "Dmmm mmhmm hmms?" Queen said. "What?" Ten couldn't make it out. "Did you see what I did there?" Queen said after she pulled the cock out of her mouth. A single tear had run down her cheek, making a line in her makeup, but otherwise she looked perfect. Ten nodded her head. She looked at Tommy's dick with renewed vigor. She didn't seem scared this time. She jammed herself down on his cock, making it about 5 inches down. Tommy felt the back of her throat convulse against the tip of his cock. She came back up with a cough and began to bob. Tommy felt much better this time. Ten continued to bounce her head up and down. Queen clapped softly and then grabbed her daughter by both sides of the head to help her keep her pace up. Ten was stroking Tommy's cock while she went down on him, bringing her hand all the way up to the head of his cock and then sliding her hand down to the base of his shift as she took him in her mouth. Tommy gripped a handful of Ten's hair. His eyes were closed. Queen smiled. "Do you like that, Batman? Do you like the way my baby is sucking your cock? Tell me how it feels." "It feels..." Tommy closed his eyes even harder. "It feels... aaaahhhhhh!" Tommy began to cum in Ten's mouth. "Mmmmm!!" Ten exclaimed, her eyes wide as the first shot of cum splashed into her mouth. She jerked away from his cock and suddenly felt splashes of his warm cum hitting her face. Shot after shot poured onto her face and hair, completely covering her. She gasped in shock. Her mother, meanwhile, seemed upset. "Dammit, Batman, you're supposed to fuck her. The rule is that you have to fuck her, not cum from a blowjob." Tommy felt sheepish. He had tried not to cum but both mother and daughter swallowing his cock had been too much. As had the fact that this young girl was learning how to suck cock in real time with his dick. Now he was wondering what would happen next. Queen thought for a second, shrugged her shoulders, and said, "Well, I guess we're just going to have to get you hard again." With that she leaned over and licked a long line of cum off her daughter's face. Tommy gasped and Queen smiled in response as she swallowed. She ran a finger along another rope of cum and presented it to her daughter's mouth. Ten crinkled her nose. "Come along now, Darling, you might as well learn to enjoy it," Queen scolded her. Ten took her mother's finger in her mouth and slowly sucked on it. She swallowed hard and opened her mouth for her mother. "See? All gone." Queen looked up at Batman and said, "See what a good little girl she is? My baby is going to be a good fuck yet. Isn't that what you want, Batman? To fuck my little girl?" Tommy's cock hardened in response. "Show him what he gets, Darling," Queen said. Ten lied down on her back and ripped at her tights. She made a hole right by her pussy and showed it to Tommy. He could tell even without being inside her that she was going to be tight. Ten worked her way down with her finger and began slowly playing with herself. "We spend a lot of time practicing for our lifestyle and that doesn't leave a lot of time for boys," Ten said. "I hope you're gentle with me my first time." Tommy could feel his heart racing. He knew she'd be tight but he had never guessed that this tight little piece of ass was a virgin. His cock throbbed. He grabbed her and roughly flipped her over so that she was on her hands and knees. His cock touched the folds of her pussy. Queen came up next to Tommy and grabbed his dick. "Gentle," she breathed into his ear. "Please be gentle when you fuck my baby." With that, Queen slowly pushed him inside her. Ten let out a pitiable yelp as Tommy's cock filled her. Tommy could scarcely believe how tight she was. He could barely fit the head of his cock inside her. He pushed in a little harder, feeling a pop as the head finally went all the way in. Ten let out a loud moan. Tommy slowly began pumping his cock in and out of her. He grabbed Ten's firm ass for leverage. Queen was smiling as she stayed in Batman's ear. "I bet that feels so good. I bet you haven't had teen pussy in a long time." Tommy became aware that Queen was working her pussy with her hand as she talked. She was getting off on watching her daughter get fucked. Tommy began moving a little faster. Ten lowered her head to the floor to get a better angle and continued to moan. As Tommy quickened his pace, Ten's ass began to jiggle softly with every thrust. He ripped at her suit until he could see her tight little teenage ass. He couldn't help himself. He spanked it. Ten yelped even louder. Tommy did it again. She buried her head further into the ground. Tommy was now grinding against the wall of her pussy, putting an incredible amount of pressure on the top of his cock. He could feel his balls warming up again. Queen seemed to sense it as well and moved herself so that her head was right next to Ten's ass. She looked at Batman as she spoke. "I want you to cum in my mouth, Batman. I want you to take your cock from my daughter's pussy and stick it in my throat. I want to feel yo-" She wasn't able to finish that sentence. She had sent Tommy over the edge and he pulled his cock from Ten's pussy and stuck it Queen's mouth. He yelled as he came. Shot after shot streamed into her mouth. Her mouth was filled but she didn't swallow it just yet. Instead, she grabbed her daughter's hair to bring her near her. Then, she tilted her daughter's head back and let the load drop out of her mouth and into her daughter's. Ten struggled only slightly when swallowing the cum. 'Holy shit,' Tommy thought. From seemingly far away, Tommy heard polite applause. He looked over and saw that the 3 men in the gang had recovered and had watched the spectacle. "Bravo, darlings!" said the leader. "Well done indeed. Batman, we salute you! The fight was well met. By the rites of our order you have claimed your reward. And now..." Tommy gulped. "...We leave you. Ta-ta 'til next time!" Queen and Ten quickly gathered themselves together and moved to join the men. As she passed, Tommy could swear he saw Ten blush. And, like that, they were gone. 'What a weird fucking family,' Tommy thought. Let's Be Batman Pt. 04 Tommy was reeling. On his hands and knees, he was coughing up a fit. Nearby he could just make out the exit to the massive tent he was trapped in. If he could just make his way there... "Leaving so soon?" The woman above Tommy laughed. "I'm afraid that's not in the cards for you, Batman." Tommy glanced up at his attacker. She was tall and raven-haired with sharp features on her face. Her eyebrows were manicured into sharp points and her smile was wide with ill intent. Tommy guiltily snuck a peak at her body, which was toned and fit. She was wearing a crown with some sort of jewel in the middle and her body was covered only by a loose set of white fabric that was held together by the belt around her waist. The dress gave the woman a plunging neckline, exposing a fantastic set of breasts. Her legs were also exposed dangerously close to the woman's nether regions and her legs were long and firm. Tommy wished that just once the beautiful woman in front of him wasn't trying to kill him. "Feel no shame, Batman," The woman continued. "You are not the first to fall to Madame Zodiac." Tommy had no recognition of the name, although it explained why the woman was holding a deck of tarot cards in her hand. It also explained how Tommy had entered this old abandoned building due to a mysterious note and had suddenly been transported into a large circus tent. It didn't explain how this woman had been easily able to kick the shit out him, but Tommy wasn't surprised when that happened anymore. Madame Zodiac struck a pose that stuck one long leg out of her dress. Her hands laid triumphantly on her hips, the movement jingling the many bracelets on her wrists. "I am a mistress of the unexplained, a teller of the stars. I see all, I feel all, I am all!" Tommy was staring at her leg. It was so tan and long. He wondered if she worked out. He snapped to attention when he heard the word that had often been spoken to him in these situations. "...KIll you. But how? I do not presume to know the answers to these questions. The tarot will be my guide. Shall I crush you under The Chariot? Will you be The Hanged Man? The cards will know!" Madame Zodiac closed her eyes and whispered something under her breath. She placed her hands over the tarot cards; they seemed to glow in response. With a dramatic flourish, she pulled a card triumphantly from the deck." "Batman, your method of destruction will be..." Madame Zodiac looked at her card, blinked, and frowned. "Wait, this can't be right." "Wh-What's wrong?" Tommy said with hesitation. He hoped she hadn't pulled the "Dick ripped off by wolves" card. Madame Zodiac's frown deeped as she showed Tommy the card. It had a man and a woman on it, both naked, with what looked like an angel floating above them. There were some trees and a mountain and shit on there but Tommy couldn't quite make them out. He didn't know anything about this stuff. He hoped Madame Zodiac would tell him how he was going to die and get it over with. "According to this card, we're supposed to fuck." Tommy was taken aback. "Really? Are you sure?" "Yes I'm sure, I think I know how this stuff works," Madame Zodiac snapped back. She seemed lost in thought as she brought the card to her mouth and clicked it on her teeth. Suddenly, she seemed to have an idea. She snapped her fingers as she spoke. "I Know! Maybe the cosmic auras became misaligned momentarily. Come with me." Madame Zodiac turned and walked towards a table in the center of the tent. Tommy paused. He looked at the exit door. He didn't think Madame Zodiac could stop him from getting there at this distance. 'C'mon, Tommy, don't be an idiot,' His head was saying. Following most certainly meant death. On the other hand... Tommy watched Madame Zodiac's ass sway back and forth as she walked. She wasn't wearing any underwear... "Be right there!" Tommy yelled as he got up off the floor and jogged towards Madame Zodiac. She motioned for him to take a seat at the table. On the center of it was a small orb that seemed to glow purple. Madame Zodiac placed her hands on each side of the orb and began to chant in some language Tommy didn't know. He yawned. As Madame Zodiac continued to chant, the ball suddenly shot up into the air. Some kind of smoke began to pour out of it. The smoke took two shapes: one was a round circle, while the other was a thick line. The line began going in and out of the circle, first slowly, then quickly. Then the smoke dissipated and the ball returned to its resting place. Madame Zodiac opened her eyes. "Well, what did it show? Did it show you how I should kill you?" Tommy was confused on how to respond. "I'm... not sure. It seemed to show a stick going in and out of a hole over and over-" "Dammit," Madame Zodiac shouted as she slammed the table. "That means fucking." "Oh, does it?" Tommy asked, trying to hide his glee. "Because I thought it might mean you were going to shoot me with an arrow or someth-" "Nope, fucking," Madame Zodiac replied. She rapped her fingers on her desk as she thought. Finally, she spoke. "Maybe our astrological signs hold the key. You're not a-" "Taurus," Tommy replied. Madame Zodiac put her head in her hands. "Of course you are. Son of a bitch! Well, I guess we need to fuck then." Tommy couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her. "Hey, if you don't want to you don't have to. It's up to you." Zodiac stared at him with anger. "Of course I HAVE TO, you idiot! I'm Madame Zodiac! I live my life by this stuff! I can't just decide when to follow it!" She sighed. "Okay, go ahead and fuck me." Tommy shrugged and walked around the table. He pulled out his cock; it wasn't hard yet due to the whole "worrying about getting murdered" thing, but he was quickly getting there. He walked around the table and towards Madame Zodiac. She was resting her head on one hand, looking glum. She spit into her other hand and began jerking Tommy's cock. It wasn't the best handjob Tommy had ever gotten. It was the most unusual, though. Tommy thought about this high priestess of what-the-fuck and how sad she seemed. Tommy couldn't figure out if it was weird that this seemed to turn him on even more. Zodiac continued to jerk on Tommy's rod half-heartedly, occasionally stopping to spit in her hand to get more lubricant. Her breasts jiggled slightly with every jerk. This did not escape Tommy's attention. "Okay," Zodiac monotoned, "Now that you're hard let's go ahead and get this over with." "I'm not hard," Tommy said confusedly. "I'm halfway." Zodiac finally took a good look at Tommy's dick and her eyes widened. "THAT'S halfway???" she said. Tommy didn't respond; his eyes were closed as he felt Zodiac's hand move faster on his cock. He finally looked down again and saw that Madame Zodiac seemed much more involved now. She had turned her body towards Tommy's cock and was jerking it hard. Her body was facing him now and Tommy could see both of her long, tan legs sticking out from either side of her dress. She spit directly on his dick now without stopping her motion Zodiac didn't seem to notice that she had done any of this. Her eyes were too focused on Tommy's cock. She seemed to marvel at how big it had gotten. The cock was fully erect and was starting to glisten with her spit. "The world works in mysterious ways," Tommy thought he heard Zodiac saying under her breath. He desperately wanted to be inside this high priestess. Tommy reached past her outstretched hand, roughly grabbed her by the waist, and threw her on the table. The crystal ball fell to the floor but neither one of them seemed to care. Tommy threw the bare piece of cloth covering Zodiac's pussy to the side. A small tuft of black hair covered her vaginal lips. Tommy yanked Madame Zodiac so that she was at the edge of the table and began rubbing his cock against the outside of her lips. "Mmmm by the gods!" Madame Zodiac said breathlessly. She muttered something under her breath and instantly her pussy seemed to instantly moisten. Tommy didn't need any further invitation. "Oh-oh-oh-unnngggh!" Zodiac yelped as Tommy's big cock went inside her. She tapped the table with small flicks of her wrist before filling both hands with the table covering. Tommy began rocking himself in and out of her. The view was marvelous. Madame Zodiac's firm breasts were heaving both from the movement and from her deep breaths; there was nothing holding them in place so they bounced wonderfully. Sweat was starting to glisten on Zodiac's stomach and her face was clenched tightly. Tommy couldn't tell if it was pain or pleasure. He thrust harder inside her. Zodiac squealed. She brought on hand up to her lips and quickly stuck her index finger inside her mouth. She sucked on it softly. Tommy brought Zodiac's legs up so that they rested on his shoulders. From this angle, he was able to put his entire length inside her pussy. The feeling made Madame Zodiac moan harder and she clutched the table behind her head to brace herself. Tommy began pounding her, not hard, just enough so that she felt it run through her body. "Oh gods, I can feel that in my stomach," Zodiac said with wonder. Tommy reached one hand down and began flicking at Zodiac's clit; he wasn't sure if the glove would be too rough for her, but she quickly disproved that with her screams. "Batman, Batman, Ba-ba-ba-baaaaahhhh!" Zodiac yelled deafeningly as she suddenly orgasmed, flooding Tommy's cock with her juices. He kept his cock deep inside her the entire time she orgasmed, which seemed to last interminably. Finally the feeling subsided for Madame Zodiac and she sank into the table. She softly rubbed her clit as she tried to catch her breath. "Oh Batman, you are the- hey, what?" Zodiac was cut off by Tommy's sudden movement. He grabbed Zodiac off the table and completely into the air, turned her around, and put her down stomach-first on the table. Tommy threw the piece of cloth covering her ass onto her back and entered her from behind. Zodiac had barely recovered from her first orgasm but she seemed quickly headed for her second. The quick change of position had disoriented her and she seemed unable to comprehend what was happening to her. All Tommy knew was that she loved it. "God I love this!" Zodiac screamed. She was up on her elbows and had started bouncing back on Tommy's cock. Her long legs were straight to give Tommy a better angle into her cunt. A rhythm was quickly found and Tommy's balls were soon slapping against Zodiac's cunt. "Please Batman," Zodiac suddenly yelled, "Find thy Strength card and deliver justice with your wand!" Tommy grunted out a reply between thrusts. "Wha... what?" Zodiac turned her head and looked at him sharply. "Fuck me harder, you idiot!" Tommy responded by pulling completely out of Zodiac and thrusting his cock in to the hilt. Her knees buckled a little and Tommy grabbed her by the elbows to hold her up. Tommy pulled on her elbows, pulling her up off the table, and began fucking her mercilessly. Zodiac's body spasmed again. The second orgasm was shorter but no less intense than the first, leaving her gasping for breath. The crown she wore on her head began to slide, and, after a brief, "No!" Zodiac quickly pulled an arm away from Tommy to hold it up. Her body had a sheen of sweat on it now, and Tommy could see some pooling at the top of her ass. Tommy let go of her other hand and Zodiac kept propped herself up, rubbing the wall of her pussy against the underside of Tommy's dick. She held fast to the crown with her other hand. Tommy could feel he was going to cum soon. He was afraid to let this end, not knowing what Madame Zodiac would do to him after he had finished. He raced against time to come up with a plan before he came. With a mighty shout Tommy announced his orgasm's arrival. He quickly flipped Madame Zodiac onto her back and brought his cock up to her face. She closed her eyes tightly to prepare for a facial but it never came. Zodiac slowly realized what was happening as she heard the first drop of cum hit her crown. "Noooo!!" she yelled, but she couldn't move. Tommy had her head held tightly as he shot rope after rope onto Madame Zodiac's crown and the jewel that rest within it. Only some of it missed and got in her hair. Suddenly, Tommy became aware that they were not in a tent anymore; what was once a tent had now transformed back into an abandoned factory. "You idiot!" Zodiac screamed. "You've cut off my connection to the beyond!" Zodiac leapt off the table and swung at Tommy. He easily dodged and countered by pushing Zodiac into a chair. She slumped against it, breathing fire. A small dribble of Tommy's cum had fallen from Zodiac's hair and was dribbling down her cheek. "Sorry! Hope you find your spirits or whatever!" Tommy tucked his cock back into his suit and raced towards the door. *** Zodiac was furious. How could the gods do this to her? She had been their most loyal ally for years and they had betrayed her to get used & abused by some ruffian. Now she couldn't even reach them! Plus, she was incredibly sore. She took off her crown and rubbed the cum off with her dress. She could feel the spirits return to her. She felt the dribble on her cheek and wiped it off with her finger; she went to wipe it on her dress as well before she suddenly got an idea. Quickly placing the crown back on her head, she reached for her Tarot cards. With a flourish, she held the cum out with her finger as she muttered an incantation. She cut the deck of cards and pulled one from the top. She thought that maybe she could channel Batman's aura through his cum and find out where he was headed next. It was a long shot, but better than nothing... She looked at the card that she had pulled from the deck. She stared in shock and then she began to laugh. Any thought of following him dissipated. She wouldn't want to go where he was headed. She laughed and laughed as she dropped the card to the table. And why shouldn't she laugh? After all, the card had a Joker on it. Let's Be Batman Pt. 05 Tommy ran out the door of the abandoned building and quickly grappled from roof top to roof top until he was a good mile away from Madame Zodiac and her spells. He paused on the roof to catch his breath. 'Jesus Christ,' Tommy thought as he adjusted his dick underneath his suit. 'That was too close.' Tommy smiled a bit, despite himself. He couldn't help it. Madame Zodiac was the 5th smoking hot villain he had fucked in the 2 weeks since he had found this batsuit. He didn't know what it was: was it just the suit? Was he on an incredible run of luck? Whatever it was, he didn't want it to end. Tommy thought about his adventures as he looked out at the Gotham skyline. He thought about Catwoman writhing underneath him, his dick stuck between Poison Ivy's big tits, the mother & daughter of the Royal Flush Club tagteaming his cock, Madame Zodiac's look of surpise when he came on her... Tommy glanced around. He was on the roof of Wayne Enterprises, the tallest building in town. No one could see him up here. He continued to think about the past women he'd fucked and felt his cock stiffening. 'Just real quick,' Tommy thought. He pulled out his cock and began jerking on it. Soon he was in his own little world. 'I loved the way you manhandled me,' Catwoman purred into his ear. 'Don't worry, I liked swallowing your cum,' Poison Ivy whispered into his other ear. Madame Zodiac was going down on him ('Shit, I should have had her go down on me') while Queen & Ten were going down on each other. ('Kinda weird,' 'Dude, too late, just go with it,') He had one glove off and was tugging hard on his dick. The footsteps behind him were not heard as Tommy was just a bit preoccupied. If Tommy had been paying attention he would have heard 2 sets of footsteps, both of them lightly stepping towards what they thought was Batman. Giggling was being suppressed. As Tommy felt himself ready to cum he began jerking himself furiously. He was completely unaware of his surroundings. He didn't even hear the swing of the giant mallet until it had connected to his head. The vision of Catwoman et. al disappeared into a white flash of stars. Tommy grabbed the back of his head, flattened out on the ground, and swore. Everything was blurry. Behind him, he heard roaring laughter. "Look at this, Harley, a bat choking a chicken!" A voice yelled. It sounded deranged. A girlish laugh responded. "Nice one, Mr. J! ...Wow, that's a big chicken," the girl cooed. "Shut up, Harl! Finish him off! But don't kill him. I have plans for Guano-man here." Tommy rolled onto his side and glanced up to his attacker. His vision was still shaky but he could make out red, black, and white. Between the throbbing in his heads he could just determine that whoever it was had a great body. "Nighty night, B-Man!" She yelled! Glancing over at his other attacker, Tommy was just able to see a purple suit. He didn't need to see anymore to know who it was. "Oh fu-" Tommy started to mutter, and then the mallet hit and he saw black. *** Tommy awoke with a start. His head was pouding. He looked around frantically to gather where he was. It was some kind of small electrical room, it seemed, judging by all the equipment in the room. The floor was bare concrete and the lighting was functional. Nothing gave a clue as to which part of the city Tommy was in. Tommy tried to move his hand to grab his head but it wouldn't give. Looking up, Tommy saw that his arms had been fastened to the pipe above him. He yanked on it but it didn't give at all. Feeling a light breeze on his legs, Tommy glanced down. He was startled by what he saw. 'Where the fuck is my suit???' Tommy thought with alarm. He was completely naked with the exception of his cowl. Tommy struggled furiously to free himself but he was trapped. "Oh fu-" Tommy began to say aloud. A voice cut Tommy off. There was a man dressed like a bat Who dropped me into a chemical-filled vat One night will lurking I found him jerking Now I'm going to wear his dick as a hat! The voice broke down into laughter, a deep, guttural laughter. The man slowly came into view. Tommy nearly shit himself. 'It's the Goddamn Joker,' Tommy whispered. The Joker took a bow. His smile widened. "Hello, Bats! Good to see you! All of you, I should say!" The Joker laughed again. "Sorry to say that you're in a bit of a pickle thanks to your, uh, cock!" Tommy burned hot with embarrassment. Not only was he going to die at the hands of the world's most violent criminal, he was going to die naked because he had been caught jerking off. This was 14-year old him's worst nightmare. "Tra la la la la, lala la la!" a voice sang out from outside the room. Suddenly, a figure cartwheeled into view. Tommy finally got a look at his 2nd attacker. There had been rumors of a sidekick for The Joker, but no one had ever gotten a look at her; or rather, no one had gotten a good look at her and lived. Tommy took in the view. The woman the Joker called "Harl" stopped her cartwheels and ran up to the Joker. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, to which he didn't react. She was still in her skintight suit but with a clear head Tommy could appreciate it more. The suit was adorned with diamond patterns. The suit, half-black and half-red, switched colors about at the navel. She looked almost like a court jester. '...Oh I get it,' Tommy connected the reasoning in his head. Her face was painted white and around her eyes was a smear of black. Her head was covered by a skin tight cap that had two pointy extensions that went out to the side. Tommy couldn't help but stare. Harley was on the shorter side but it just made her that much more compact and tight. Her bubble butt jutted out invitingly in her costume and her breasts seemed firm and taut. Tommy imagined what it would be like to fuck her from behind. "Uh-oh, Mr. J, looks like Batbrain is getting excited again!" Harley suddenly yelled as she put her hands up to her face in mock horror. Tommy looked down and, to his shame, saw that his cock had gotten half-hard. He cursed to himself. The Joker walked towards Tommy and leaned against the wall next to him. "What's the matter, Bats? Not getting any at home? Has the Cat not come out to play in a while?" Both Joker and Harley laughed again. It grated against Tommy's ears. "I know!" The Joker yelled. "I think what ol' Batface here needs is a good shock to the system!" The Joker looked at Tommy with a maniacal grin. "That'll really get him off," He said with menace. He turned and ran out of the room. Harley watched the Joker leave. She leaned back to make sure he was out of view before turning and facing Tommy. "Who knew the Bat had such a big cock," She said quietly. She inched closer to Tommy. Peering at him with contempt, she finally let curiosity get the best of her and she took his cock in her hand. She marveled at it. "My hand barely fits around it!" Harley muttered. She looked up at Tommy now. "I'm going to play with this after I cut it off your dead body!" she said with glee. The Joker bounded back into the room and Harley quickly distanced herself from the captive.The Joker was carrying some sort of box in his hand and it took a second for Tommy to realize what it was. He panicked when he did. The Joker snickered. "It's amazing what you can just find lying around these days," he said. "Who knew that portable defibrillators were the It Thing now?" The Joker opened the box and began reading the instructions. Tommy couldn't help but notice that they were upside down. "Harley, attach these to our Caped Crusader's junk," The Joker instructed, handing her two small pads connected with chords to the box. Harley dutifully got onto her knees to place them. Suddenly, she paused. She peered over her shoulder and, realizing the Joker wasn't looking, quickly grabbed Tommy's cock and gave the underside of it a long lick from base to tip. She smiled widely at him. Then she attached the electrodes, one to the top of Tommy's dick and one to his balls. "All set, Puddin'!" Harley sang. The Joker & Harley came together in a hug. They watched Tommy struggle to get the electrodes on his dick to fall off, squirming every which way. "Here you go, Bats!" The Joker cackled. "Hope this gets your rocks off!" The Joker slammed his finger down on a button on the defibrillator. Tommy shut his eyes and prepared for the shock. He hoped it didn't fry his dick off. He felt nothing. He heard laughter. Tommy slowly opened his eyes and saw that the Joker and Harley had both fallen to the floor in a fit. "Did you see his face?!?!" The Joker managed to get out between guffaws. Harley couldn't respond; she was laughing too hard." "Hahahahaha... haha... woo," The Joker finally finished his laugh and wiped his eyes. "C'mon Bats, I'm not going to do that to ya! I couldn't do that, seeing as how we're best buds and all." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. 'Maybe I'm going to get out of this,' He started to think. The Joker's smile widened. "Harley, go get me a hacksaw. I don't want to fry Bat's dick off, I want to throw it into the river!" Tommy gulped. Harley didn't move with her usual obedience. She quickly looked back and forth between the Joker and Tommy's dick. Almost sadly, she left the room. Tommy was scared. More scared than he'd ever been in his life. He had seen on the news what The Joker had done to people. He didn't just kill them; he mutilated them. Sometimes before they finally died. He needed to think of something, anything, to get out of this. But how to convince someone like the Joker to let him go? Finally, Tommy decided on an idea. It was a long shot, but it was better than nothing... He started to chuckle. The Joker had his back to Tommy but quickly turned around and stared at him with a mixture of anger and curiosity. Tommy didn't say anything. He continued lightly chuckling. The Joker spat as he spoke. "So what's so funny?" Tommy had to be careful; The Joker could easily just decide to kill him right then. "Oh, nothing," Tommy said between chuckles. "Just thinking of this funny joke I thought of." The Joker couldn't help himself. "You... thought of a joke? You? Batman? What is it?!" Tommy could tell he had the Joker's interest. "Really, it's nothing, it's just this... haha... funny idea I thought of... hahahaha!" Tommy was doing his best to force out a laugh. The Joker was intensely curious now. "Tell me tell me tell me tell me!!!" He yelled as he stamped around the room. Tommy began, "Okay, okay, here it is: I was just thinking that your idea, cutting my dick off, is really only funny to 2 people: you and Harley. I was thinking of a joke where all 3 of us can laugh about it." The Joker was about to burst! "I have to know! TELL ME!" Tommy realized that the Joker was turning angry. Quickly, he laid out his plan. "What if, instead of cutting my dick off, you... haha this is so good... what if you let me go and I fuck Harley?" The Joker broke into a howl. Then suddenly, he stopped. "I don't get it." "We totally pull a prank on her!" Tommy said. "She comes back, thinking that she's going to see her lover's biggest foe killed and instead she gets fucked by him! It's gold!" "But how is that funny to her?" The Joker said skeptically. Tommy paused for a moment. "Uh... well you see... ah, it's because she's cuckolding YOU with your greatest enemy! And you both pull a prank on me because I let the most dangerous man in Gotham get away because I'm too busy fucking his girl! Man, it's funnier the more I think about it!" Tommy forced out a guffaw. The Joker was in deep thought for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, he looked at Tommy. And he started to laugh. The laugh started low, deep in the Joker's throat, and then worked its way out until it was a loud howl. Tommy began to laugh as well, loudly, until they were both in a fit. The Joker was holding his belly as tears formed on his face. Suddenly, he composed himself and asked Tommy a question. "But hey," The Joker said, "Wouldn't it be funnier if I fucked you?" "...No?" The Joker broke into laughter again. "I got you!" He hooted between gesticulations. Tommy tried to mask his relief through more laughter. The Joker pulled out a knife from his pants and began to cut Tommy down. "Hahaha, oh man... this is going to be great." The Joker was excited. "Oh Harl's never going to know what hit her! You have to really give it to her though, Bats! It's only funny if it's really rough." Tommy thought. "I can definitely do that, Joker." The Joker suddenly got an idea. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out an old camera. "I'm going to write a note for Harley and leave it right here." He pointed to the center of the room. "Right when she reads it, take a picture of her. I want to see the look on her face." "Sure thing!" Tommy would do anything to get out of this situation. "Woo hoo hoo!" The Joker rubbed his hands together after he wrote the note and placed it on the ground. "Put your hands back up like you're still tied up. She'll never suspect it!" He looked around the room with a sense of finality. "Well, I guess that's it. You know, Batman, this is kind of fun. I'm glad you finally got a sense of humor!" The Joker bounded for the other door that led out of the room. He paused at the exit. "'If I fucked you!' Hahahahahaha!" The Joker's laughter followed him down the hall and out a door in the distance. Tommy soon heard another voice coming in from the opposite direction. It was loudly singing the tune of "Flight of the Bumblebee." Harley quickly skipped into the room (she was using the hacksaw as a microphone) and paused. She looked around confusedly. She said, "Hey, what's the big idea? Where's Mr. J?" Tommy shrugged in response. Harley frowned. "Mr. J! Where are you? Is this hide 'n sneak?" Harley finally saw the note on the ground. She picked it up and began to read. As she did, Tommy dropped his hands down holding the camera Joker had given him. He held it longways and prepared to snap. Harley finished the note. She seemed sad. "...I don't get the joke," she finally whispered. "Smile," Tommy responded as the camera flashed. He put the camera down on the ground and walked towards Harley. She backed up uncertainly. "So whatcha gonna do now, B-Man? You wouldn't hit a lady would ya?" Harley turned to head out the door but Tommy grabbed her by the arms and pushed her up against the wall. His exposed cock rested on the top of her big ass. "Not with my fists, Harley," Tommy said. "Besides, you're no lady." He ground his cock deeper into her lower back. To his surprise, she began grinding back. Harley got her confidence back. "So you're gonna violate lil' ol' me? Fuck me with that batcock of yours? You're not half the man the Joker is!" Harley said the last part halfheartedly; in truth, Tommy was probably twice as long as the Joker. Harley stood on her tip toes so that Tommy's cock was pushing directly into her ass now. She rubbed it up and down. Tommy was rock hard. Tommy leaned close so he was in Harley's ear. "We'll see how much you talk when my dick is in your mouth," He whispered. Tommy grabbed Harley's mask, ripped it off her head, and then turned her around. He was surprised to find that without her mask Harley looked even younger; the mask had been hiding long blonde hair that was in two messy, unplaited pigtails. She was probably around Tommy's age but she looked younger. Harley instinctively reached down towards her stomach and grabbed Tommy's cock. She jerked it slowly, not quite able to touch her fingers together around his girth. "You're going to make me suck your cock, huh? You and what army?" Harley jutted out her jaw. Tommy reached out with his leg and kicked out the back of Harley's knees. She fell to the ground in a heap. As she tried to get herself back up, Tommy grabbed her head and positioned it so that her mouth was in line with his cock. Harley clasped her lips together tightly. Tommy responded by holding Harley's nose shut, leaving her with no airway. Harley struggled and was finally forced to open her mouth for a massive breath. When she did, she found Tommy's cock instead of air. "Mmmmmphph!" Harley struggled on Tommy's hard dick. He reflexively began fucking her mouth, pushing farther in with every thrust. Harley never caught her breath and her eyes began to swell. She tried to push away with her hands on Tommy's thighs. Tommy removed his cock from her mouth, grabbed her roughly by both pigtails and leaned down. "Don't use your hands. You only get to use that big mouth of yours. I know you've had enough practice with it," Tommy said with authority. He brought his cock back up to Harley's lips and this time she opened her mouth to welcome it. She had clasped her hands behind her back. Tommy forced himself into Harley's mouth once again and began fucked her face. He used her pigtails to move her head back and forth on his cock. Harley offered little resistance this time; she seemed content to let Tommy manhandle her in whatever way he saw fit. He decided to test her. "Fuck my cock with your mouth," Tommy ordered, letting go of Harley's pigtails. Harley didn't hesitate; she began bobbing her head obediently on Tommy's cock. Her eyes strained as she got closer and closer to bottoming out on Tommy's cock; the black makeup around her eyes soon began to smear down her face with her tears. Her hands were still behind her back as she threw herself on Tommy's cock again and again. Sensing that she wouldn't be able to get all the way down to the end of Tommy's dick on her own, Tommy decided to help. As he felt his cock hit the back of her throat, Tommy reached one hand down and pushed on the back of Harley's head. Her eyes clenched shut as she finally felt the top of Tommy's balls hit her bottom lip. She tried to move backwards but Tommy held her there, just for a second, just long enough for her to know that she didn't get to decide when to take his cock out of her mouth. Harley gave out a deep noise from her throat. Tommy brought his cock out of her mouth. A string of spit connected his cock to her lips. Harley breathed deeply. She finally caught her breath. "I could feel that in my chest," she said simply. Tommy didn't reply. He grabbed her by one ponytail and moved her mouth to his balls. She quickly began to rub her mouth on them, getting them wet with the spit that had spilled onto her chin. Finally, she took one of them into her mouth and began to suck. She moved her tongue around it inside her mouth before moving her head back with a satisfying pop. She began to work on the other one. Tommy enjoyed the sensation. However, he slowly felt something besides Harley's mouth working on his groin. One of her hands had come out from behind her back and was jerking his cock. Tommy frowned. "Harley," Tommy began, "Did I say you were allowed to use your hands?" Harley brought her head back and looked at her hand in shock. She hadn't noticed what she had been doing. "Oh, I'm sorry B-Man! I didn't mean to! It was an accident an-" Tommy cut her off and walked to the opposite side of the room. He came back with the rope that just minutes ago had tied him to the pipe above his head. He slapped it against his hand, menacingly. "Oh please, B-Man, don't punish me! I'll be a good girl from now on, I swear!" If Harley was faking her fear she was a good actress. "I'm sorry, Harley, but you know what happens if you break rules." Tommy got down onto one knee, grabbed Harley, and threw her over it. Her big, firm ass stuck out, tempting Tommy. With little wasted motion, he gave her a firm spank. "Oh!" Harley squealed with surprise. Tommy spanked her again, and again, alternating between each cheek. With every smack, the force seemed to carry through Harley's ass like a wave. He wanted to see it without this suit on. Tommy grabbed Harley's suit by the seam down the middle of her ass and ripped it open. Her ass seemed to explode out of her suit. Let's Be Batman Pt. 05 It was even bigger without the suit on. Tommy rubbed it, spanked it, rubbed it, spanked it, until Harley's cheeks were beet red. Then, Tommy took Harley off his knee and she collapsed to the ground on her stomach. He straddled her. "Now if you're not going to be a good girl and keep your hands to yourself, I'm just going to have to tie you up," Tommy said. He grabbed Harley by both arms and began to tie the rope around her wrists. Suddenly, Harley spoke softly. "No, go up-down-and-around." Tommy realized she was giving him advice on how to tie her up. He took it. "There you go," Harley again spoke softly. In a mouch louder voice, she said, "Oh God B-Man, please don't tie me up! I'll be helpless against your massive cock!" Tommy's cock was still dripping wet with Harley's spit. He grabbed her by the hips and forced her up so that her pussy lined up with his cock. He began rubbing his cock against the outside of her lips. "Is this what you want, Harley?" Tommy asked. He didn't really need to; her quickly moistening pussy gave him the answer he needed. "Y-yes, B-man," Harley said softly. She began to push on Tommy's cock, inviting it into her pussy. Tommy suddenly stopped. He leaned forward and whispered harshly into Harley's ear. "Well that's too bad, because dirty little whores don't get what they want." With that, Tommy moved his cock away from Harley's pussy and towards her asshole. He pushed his head in. "Wha- ooohhhhh my goooooooooood!" Harley screamed as Tommy's head past her tight asshole. Tommy's cock slid in because of the spit on it but it felt so tight. He could feel Harley's asshole reflexively convulse on his cock; he moaned. Harley continued to scream. It had morphed, though, from one of surprise to one of pain to one that Tommy couldn't decipher. It was a monotonous, heavy moan. Tommy wasn't sure if Harley was aware she was making it. He pushed further in and found no resistance. Harley had caught up and was now relaxing her asshole when Tommy pushed in and clenching it when he moved back out. It gave a pulling sensation on his cock that Tommy couldn't believe. He grabbed firmly onto Harley's ass as he fucked it, feeling it bounce with every thrust of his cock. Harley continued to moan. Tommy was lost in the sensation for a long time. He didn't even go as rough as he thought we would, because the sensation of her asshole pulling on his dick was too good. He was fucking this hot little bitch in the ass and he was loving it. Finally, he pushed forward and flattened Harley out onto her stomach without ever leaving her ass. He laid on top of her. He could feel her tied up hands resting against his stomach. With all his weight on top of her, he began thrusting again. Harley's moan increased. The change in position had made her asshole even tighter and Tommy could barely breathe. What ragged breaths escaped his lips went directly into Harley's ear. He spoke. "Does that feel good, Harley? Do you like being Batman's fucktoy?" Harley moaned loudly before she found the area of her brain that allowed her to speak. "Y-yes, Batman, fuck me like your little whore!" she finally said. As she spoke, a line of drool escaped her mouth and dropped down to the floor. Tommy began to fuck faster. He was unable to fit his entire cock into Harley (she was way too small) but the part that could enter her began to pump in and out faster and faster. He slid one hand under Harley and found her clit. He began mashing rubbing it furiously. Harley's indecipherable howls grew even louder. It seemed like she tried to speak but what came out weren't words. She was completely overwhelmed by the sensation. Tommy felt her begin to shake. "Mmmmmmmmm oh fuuuuuuuuuuuuu-" Harley screamed as she came. The orgasm thrust her body tightly to Tommy's body, forcing his cock as deep as it could go into her asshole. Tommy moved his hand from her clit and brought it up to her mouth. She sucked on his gloved fingers compliantly. Tommy began to felt his own cock begin to boil. His interrupted masturbation session had left an excess of cum inside his balls and fucking Harley's ass had only increased it. He knew he was going to cum buckets. As Tommy felt himself going over the edge, he jammed his cock deep into Harley's ass. He groaned as shot after shot went deep inside her asshole. Harley moved her ass up and down so that she kept fucking Tommy as he came. He shuddered violently. Finally, Tommy pulled his cock out of Harley's ass. Two final spurts of cum shot onto her ass, one on each cheek. He turned Harley over and moved his cock towards her face. She eagerly took his cock into her mouth, sucking on it softly to drain him of his last bit of cum. Tommy shuddered again. Tommy pulled himself up off Harley. Looking around, he saw his suit in the corner. Harley didn't move as he dressed. She lied on the ground with her eyes closed, attempting to process what had been done to her. Tommy fastened his utility belt and prepared to leave. Suddenly, Tommy heard a familiar sound. It was a laugh. Harley had begun to laugh, softly at first, then louder and louder until she was howling. "What's so funny?" Tommy asked. Harley looked at him with a smile. The black makeup, white makeup, her spit and a little of Tommy's cum was smeared all over her face. "I get it!" She said. "I get the joke!" Her laughter followed Tommy as he exited the room. Let's Be Batman Pt. 06 Gotham was not used to seeing figures flying through the sky so the fact that there were two, flying together, caused quite a murmur. Other heroes and most villains (the sane ones, anyway) stayed away because of logic and a little fear; they knew that Gotham was Batman's city. And yet, two women were here. They flew in a circular pattern over Gotham; they were looking for someone. Finally, they found him. As they descended, they were able to make out their target. The man they were after was on the roof of a small building, peering down into an alley. Below him, two vandals seemed to be accosting a young woman. The figure on the building stood up, spread his wings, and descended into the alley below. The women floated above the scene. They wanted to watch Batman at work. They could see Batman creeping towards the men as the men in turn were creeping towards the woman. Just as the men neared her, Batman struck... his head, against a hanging fire escape ladder. The two men turned around in surprise. Batman spoke. "Ow! Fuck! ...I mean, I'm Batman! Get the fuck out of here!" Batman waved towards the men like he was trying to scare away stray cats. One of the women hovering above leaned over to whisper to the other. "Did he mean to do that?" The other one responded. "He's Batman, he never does anything he doesn't mean." Down below, the two hoodlums seemed terrified. No matter how Batman had made his entrance, the two men were scared shitless by him. Batman raised his hands up into the air and yelled, "Boo!" The men jumped and ran off into the night. Satisfied that this was indeed who they were looking for, the two women descended from the sky and into the alley. They floated towards Batman, who seemed to be distracted trying to talk the girl in the alley into something. She responded by slapping him and walking away. Batman rubbed his cheek, turned, and suddenly came face-to-face with the women tracking him. He opened his mouth and screamed. *** Tommy tried not to gape at the two heroines standing before him. It was hard. One was tall, leggy, lithe, and black. She was wearing a skintight leotard with a zipper going down the front. It was undone down to her navel, showing off the sides of her perky breasts. Her hair was short, black, and windswept from flying. A necklace and belt adorned with teeth hung loosely around her neck and hips, respectively. She gave off an air that she could either fuck you or kill you and didn't particularly which. The other was even more exotic, somehow. It was probably the wings. Great feathered wings, hung on each side of her that made her seem much larger than she actually was. The top of her face was hid by a mask that swept out to the side, forming smaller wings around her ears. Her mouth was wide, big, and stuck in a small smirk. She was wearing a short top that clung to her ample tits and then stopping, exposing her well-toned stomach. Tight green pants, red knee-high boots and an impossibly large mace completed the ensemble. She was spectacular. Tommy tried to wrap himself up in his cape to hide his growing cock. It was hard. The black one spoke with urgency. "Batman, thank God we've found you!" she said. "We're here on an urgent Justice League mission. We've learned of the existence of 7 stones that could tip the balance of the universe!" Tommy nodded as he stared. She seemed to have the barest hint of camel toe... "One of them is hiding here in Gotham," said the winged one. "These stones are rumored to correspond to each of the 7 deadly sins. If someone collected them, they could control the world!" 'I wonder if these two have ever kissed each other,' Tommy thought. Then he thought of just that. His cock grew. The black one narrowed her eyes at Tommy. "Batman, are you listening to us? We need to find this stone!" Tommy snapped to attention. "Oh yeah sure, we can find that thing I definitely heard you say. Where is it?" The winged one replied, "My studies have concluded that it is in a cave, near a body of water, here in Gotham City. As you are an expert on caves in Gotham we should be able to find it easily. Zatanna gave us this device that will let us search your mind... hmph. It appears it doesn't work on you." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. No way these two wanted to know what was going through his mind right now. "That's not surprising, Hawkgirl," the black one said. "You know how Batman is." The one called Hawkgirl folded her arms. She seemed upset. "I guess you're going to just tell us, Batman. Are there any caves in the area that seem... unnatural? That could be housing something extraordinary?" Tommy thought for a moment. He reflected on his youth in Gotham and times spent at the beach during the summer. He couldn't remember any caves at all; however, quick to conceal his cover, he decided to bluff. "I think I know where to look?" he said uncertainly. "Tell us where," demanded Hawkgirl. Tommy glanced at both of their tight bodies. "You, uh, don't want me to go with you?" Tommy asked. He didn't want to let these two out of his sight just yet. The two of them looked at each other. "Vixen & I don't think that's a good idea," Hawkgirl said finally. "Our powers should render us invulnerable to the stone's effects. We have no idea what effect it will have on you." Tommy stood up straighter and tried to sound authoritative. "I am Batman," he said, "And as the senior hero here I think I should keep an eye on things. Just to make sure everything is done properly." He hoped he had sounded convincing. The two looked at each other and, without speaking, seemed to come to some kind of decision. They each grabbed Tommy by an arm and lifted him off into the night sky. He stifled another scream. As they traveled, he tried to remember the 7 deadly sins. There was sloth, envy, wrath, pride, greed, gluttony, and... and... There was one more Tommy couldn't quite remember. *** Hawkgirl & Vixen had to admit that they were a little disappointed. They had never met Batman before and were a little underwhelmed by the man they had heard Green Lantern describe. The Batman of John Stewart's tales was cool, calm, and dangerously bright; this Batman seemed like, well, kind of a dipshit. But John was the best friend either of them had ever had and they knew his word was solid. If he trusted Batman then so did they. At last they reached the cave Batman had directed them to. They dropped Batman to the cave floor and peered around. "Uh, a little light?" Batman said. Vixen seemed unconcerned. "Hawkgirl & I can see perfectly fine in the darkness. Use your sonar if you're having trouble." Batman didn't respond; Hawkgirl became aware that Batman was looking at her ass. She frowned. Together, the 3 of them worked their way inside the cave. At Batman's suggestion, they split up to cover more ground. After 15 minutes, they could hear Batman's voice in the darkness. "Hey I, uh, think I found it!" He shouted. Hawkgirl & Vixen quickly found him and peered at his discovery. They were both a little confused. In the center of the room was a pile of rocks. The rocks were loosely piled, almost as though they had been placed together in a hurry. It did not seem dignified enough for an item so powerful. On the top of this pile of rocks was a small, smooth stone, approximately 8 inches in diameter, that seemed to shine even in the darkness. "Huh. I was kind of expecting a throne or pedestal or something," Hawkgirl said. "Oh well," Vixen replied, "This must be it. Nothing else here." She moved towards the stone and picked it up gingerly in her hand. "What do you think, Hawkgirl? Does this match the stone Raven described?" Hawkgirl reached out to inspect the stone when both women became startled by a noise behind them. It was Batman. He was groaning. As the two women turned they saw him drop to his knees with his hands on his groin. "Batman, are you hurt?" Vixen said with alarm. She dropped the stone to the ground. "I don't know," Batman managed to reply after some effort. "Something... something's happening to me. I think it's the stone." Batman dropped to his knees, still holding his groin. Hawkgirl gave it some thought and then finally spoke. "That stone MUST be one of the seven deadly sins. But which one? Not pride, or wrath..." Her voice trailed off. As she spoke, Batman answered her question. He had whipped out his cock and was jerking it. "Batman, what are you DOING?!" Vixen shouted. Batman could barely reply between jerks. "I'm sorry... the stone... I'm so horny..." He managed to eke out. "Lust," Hawkgirl said to herself. "This stone must be Lust." Both women were shocked at what they were looking at. Half of it was that the most stoic, private superhero on Earth was on his knees tugging his cock, while the other half was that the cock he was tugging was bigger than any they'd ever seen. Vixen couldn't help but stare at it and she sucked air in between her teeth. Even Hawkgirl, normally so unflappable, seemed to be caught off guard. "Is there anything... what do we do?" Vixen asked Hawkgirl. Her eyes never left Batman's cock. "I'm... not sure..." Hawkgirl replied softly. "Can we take him away from here?" Vixen asked. "No," Hawkgirl replied, "My studies suggest that the taint has a hold on you until you're able to release it somehow." "Ahhh!" Batman interrupted. "It's not working! I can feel it... in my chest... I need release!" Hawkgirl & Vixen looked at each other. It was Hawkgirl who made the decision first. She had been conflicted; she was a hero, and a fine one at that, and she had foughty for more years than she could remember to help people. But this... this wasn't what she had in mind. Still, was it any different than stopping a foe? Making Batman cum could save his life. "Well, we can't just leave him like this," Hawkgirl said, removing her wings and helmet as she did so. "I mean, he might die if we don't help him," Vixen replied, removing her necklace. She removed it and tossed it to the ground. The two women walked towards Batman. He was unaware of anything besides his own cock. He was still tugging furiously. Hawkgirl & VIxen slowly grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back. He looked up with surprise, like he had forgotten they were there. "It's okay, Batman," Hawkgirl said sweetly, "We're going to help you." She and Vixen slowly eased Batman onto his back. Hawkgirl leaned over Batman's cock and let some spit leave her lips; it dropped onto the head of his dick. Then she started jerking him. Batman's head sank into the floor of the cave as Hawkgirl stroked his cock. She started off slowly, running her hand along the length of his shaft, gradually corkscrewing her hand as she did so. Batman barely seemed to react when Vixen dipped her hand behind Hawkgirl's and began massaging his balls. She rubbed her sharp nails lightly against them, tickling them. All he did was moan. Hawkgirl quickened her pace, hoping to make Batman cum quickly. She had two hands on him now, one on top of the other, and she was bouncing both rhythmically up and down his cock. Batman's grimace seemed to subside a little but he wasn't cumming. Finally, he spoke. "It's not working... oh god, the pain," He said weakly. Hawkgirl & Vixen looked at each other with concern. "What can we do?" Vixen asked. "Maybe... maybe you two could kiss," Batman replied. "...What?" Hawkgirl paused jerking Batman's cock. "Ahhhh-aaaahhhh!" Batman began to yell. The pain seemed excruciating. "Okay, okay!" Hawkgirl said quickly. She leaned over Batman's cock and towards her longtime friend's mouth. Hawkgirl brought Vixen closer and their lips touched. They kissed softly, uncertainly. Neither of these two heroines had been with a woman. Their lips brushed against each other's softly; their mouths opened just a bit and they began to flick their tongues against one another. Finally, Vixen grabbed Hawkgirl by the back of the head and kissed her deeply. They began to give in to lust themselves, but this lust was natural. They wanted each other. They both felt Batman's rough hands reach out and paw at their tits. His hand moved Vixen's thin suit to the side and began roughly groping her breast, while his other hand played with Hawkgirl's nipple through her spandex shirt. Neither Hawkgirl nor Vixen seemed to care; they were getting lost in one another, feeling their tongues intertwine. They were starting to get wet. Their hands were loosely stroking Batman's cock but they weren't focusing on that now; Batman brought his hand off Hawkgirl's breast and began jerking himself off. The two women in front of him were kissing roughly now, almost grappling with their tongues. Vixen had one hand entangled in Hawkgirl's long, red hair. Vixen pulled it with aggression while they kissed. Vixen & Hawkgirl were lost in each other's mouths. They heard Batman move but they didn't seem to care about his cock anymore. They didn't notice Batman standing up so he his cock was near their faces, they didn't notice his heavy breathing, and they didn't notice the contorted face he was making. They didn't notice him until he began to cum. Batman groaned loudly as his balls were emptied of their fluid, his cum hitting them on the sides of their faces. A stream of cum managed to hit the bull's eye and land directly on both of their tongues. Hawkgirl yelped and pulled her head back with surprise; Batman took the opportunity to place his cock in her mouth and finish pumping his cum down her throat. She instinctively swallowed. "Ugh," Hawkgirl said, betraying her disgust with her face. "You should really eat more vegetables." Vixen giggled. "C'mon, Vixen, it's not the first time you've swallowed the cum, is it?" "I guess I'm not as used to the taste as you," Hawkgirl shot back. "It's not so bad," Vixen said. "Here, let me show you." Vixen ran a finger along the side of her face to scoop up some of Batman's cum. She placed the finger in her mouth and sucked on it. With a satisfying smack, she swallowed. "See, not so bad," Vixen said with delight. Hawkgirl sighed. "Well, at least that's over with. Now we can get this stone back to... Batman? HOW ARE YOU STILL HARD?!" Batman was back on his knees, plaintively stroking his cock. "I'm sorry," he whispered, "I can't help it. I can still feel the stone inside me." Hawkgirl & Vixen were both flabbergasted as they sat on their knees in front of Batman. They had never seen a man cum and be ready to go again so soon. They weren't sure how to appease his lust again. Batman answered for them, however, by suddenly lunging himself onto Hawkgirl, throwing her onto her back. Batman roughly tore at her pants, found her pussy, and jammed himself inside. Hawkgirl moaned loudly as she felt Batman enter her. She hadn't been expecting him but she quickly loved the feeling his massive dick was giving her. Her normal cool personality dissolved away as she gave into the feeling. He pumped hard inside her quickly moistening pussy. "Oh... OH... fuck me harder with your cock!" Hawkgirl yelled out between groans. Batman grunted in reply and started fucking harder. Hawkgirl's tanned skin was soon glistening with sweat. Vixen was watching with a mixture of disbelief and jealousy. She didn't know if she could take a cock that big, but she DID know that she really wanted it if Hawkgirl's reaction was any indication of how good it felt. She reached into the her costume and began toying with her pussy. Batman noticed her doing so and seemed to thrust harder inside Hawkgirl, causing her to squeal. Batman motioned Vixen over to him. Vixen seductively crawled until she was next to the two lovers. "It's my turn now," She said as she neared Batman and Hawkgirl. Batman was eager to comply. Batman grabbed Vixen and threw her over Hawkgirl so that Vixen was straddling her. The two women's breasts were touching softly. Vixen's taut ass was sticking up invitingly towards Batman. He pulled his cock out of Hawkgirl, tore a hole in Vixen's costume, and entered her from behind. Vixen raised her head sharply as Batman's cock entered her. Her eyes closed tightly as her equally tight pussy attempted to admit Batman's thick cock. He pushed his head inside her and began pumping, gaining deeper every time. She finally opened her eyes and looked down to see Hawkgirl smiling at her. "It feels good, huh?" Hawkgirl asked softly. Vixen didn't reply; instead she dipped her head down and kissed Hawkgirl deeply on the lips. They began making out once again. Vixen lifted Hawkgirl's shirt, exposing her breasts, and being toying with one with her hand. Batman seemed to get even hornier watching these two heroines intertwine their tongues, grabbing Vixen by the hips and fucking her faster. Vixen was forced to remove her mouth from Hawkgirl as a gasp escaped her lips. The rhythmic slap of Batman's hips against Vixen's ass echoed in the cave. Batman pulled his cock out of Vixen and entered it back into Hawkgirl. She groaned into Vixen's mouth as Batman began fucking her once again, going balls deep with every thrust. The two seemed to enjoy watching each other's reactions as Batman took turns fucking each of their tight pussies. Both of them moaned and groaned into each other's faces as they felt Batman's big cock deep inside. Batman pulled his cock out and entered Vixen once again. He alternated between the two superheroines every few thrusts, making it hard for them to kiss as they gasped in pleasure. Batman, already weak from his previous orgasm, felt himself nearing another one soon. He entered Vixen roughly from behind, fucking her like a dog. He reached out and grabbed the back of her hair, pulling her away from Hawkgirl's mouth. Vixen moaned loudly as Batman pounded her pussy. She hadn't known that she could feel a man so deeply inside her. She felt every inch of him. Her eyes shone brightly in the darkness as she was fucked. Hawkgirl reached up and groped Vixen's tits as they bounced with every thrust. As Batman felt himself ready to cum, he pulled Vixen off his cock and pushed her to the side. Before him was Hawkgirl writhing on the ground, her suit in shambles. Her breasts were heaving and her body was glistening with sweat. She knew what Batman wanted to do and nodded her head at him. Batman's spurting cock erupted all over Hawkgirl's uncovered body as she pushed it in the air. Wave after wave hit Hawkgirl's navel, breasts and neck and she moaned with every spurt. Her skin was hot now, dangerously hot, and she struggled to catch her breath. Finally, Hawkgirl calmed and opened her eyes. Vixen was next to her. As the two looked at one another, their desires were communicated without speaking. Vixen leaned down and began to lick some of the cum off Hawkgirl's body. She licked slowly, softly, and traced up from Hawkgirl's navel to her breasts. Vixen gave special attention to Hawkgirl's nipples, running her tongue over them slowly in concentric circles. When she had a good load of cum in her mouth, Vixen moved up to Hawkgirl's mouth. "Like a baby bird," Hawkgirl sighed. Vixen slowly let the cum drip down and into Hawkgirl's mouth. The heroine accepted it willingly. Hawkgirl swallowed the last of Batman's cum and this time she savored it, letting just a small amount dribble past her lips and down the side of her face. She let her head drop to the left and glanced over. There she got her first good look at the stone. She sat up, sharply. Vixen was surprised. "What's wrong?" She looked longingly at the dribble of cum on Hawkgirl's face. Hawkgirl said nothing and contintued to stare. "Hey, wait a minute..." She got up, walked over and picked up the stone. "This isn't one of the seven stones." Vixen shot up and ran over to the stone. "What?!" Let's Be Batman Pt. 06 "I don't know what this is but this isn't one of the stones Raven showed us." Hawkgirl dropped the stone to the ground. Vixen furrowed her brow in confusion. "But Batman... the stone..." They both looked towards Batman. He was gone. Let's Be Batman Pt. 07 "What the fuck...?" Tommy murmured to himself. He had been Batman now for a little over a month. He had tangled with some of Batman's deadliest foes and some of his greatest allies (Tommy adjusted his cock as he thought of Starfire & Raven) and he had somehow come away relatively unscathed. After what he'd been through, he thought nothing could surprise him anymore. And yet, he was. He had no idea to react to what he was looking at. Before Tommy was what looked like... a rocket. He had seen something with a large engine land on top of Gotham City Merchant's Bank just minutes before and had quickly made his way over to get a closer look. 'Yep, a rocket,' Tommy confirmed to himself. It was long and silver, pointed at one end, with a large burner on the other. It had a grooved seat about halfway down the side and some sort of control mechanism in front. 'Is someone supposed to fly this thing?' Tommy asked himself, baffled. Who the fuck would be stupid enough to fly a rock- *BOOM!!!* Tommy was thrown from his feet by a loud explosion that blew off the door to the roof. Tommy coughed and shook his head to remove the ringing from his ears. His eyes teared slightly. As he regained his senses, Tommy peered towards the location of the blast. As the smoke cleared, a figure appeared out of the clouds. It was a woman. A tall, well-built woman. She smiled widely as she bounded out the door, holding two large sacks overflowing with precious valuables in them. She clearly was having the time of her life. Her face was partially covered by an old pilot's cap and goggles, leaving only the bottom half of her face visible; her red lips were parted wide, showing off gleaming white teeth. A bomber jacket covered her chest and arms while tight black pants covered her legs. Even through her clothes, Tommy could tell that this woman was fit. It said something about him that he could get almost killed in an explosion by a criminal and the only thought in his head was, 'I bet she works out.' The woman bounded towards the rocket but paused when she saw Batman on the ground. Her smile widened. "Batman," she said excitedly, "I didn't think you'd come so quickly!" She hurriedly stuffed her sacks in a compartment on the rocket. Then she turned and leaned against it, facing Tommy. "Aren't you going to chase me, Batman?" she asked him. "Roxy Rocket loves a good chase." Tommy scrambled to his feet and got into what he thought might look like a threatening stance. He had so far managed to avoid getting into a fight as Batman, which was good because Tommy was alright in a bar brawl but certainly not trained in combat. 'Still,' he thought, 'I'm pretty big. I can take her. After all, she's just a girl.' Tommy crept closer to Roxy. "I don't want to have to hurt you, lady, but I will if you don't, uh, come quietly." Roxy snickered. "Honey, the last thing I'm going to do is come quietly." Tommy lunged towards Roxy and came up with air; she had deftly stepped to the side. Tommy felt a kick to his back and he stumbled forward into the rocket. He turned and leaned against the piece of equipment. His kidney hurt. "What's the matter, am I too rough for ya?" Roxy said. She was clearly enjoying this. Tommy was angry. "Now look, Bitch, I'm-" two quick jabs cracked Tommy square in the jaw. He saw black for a moment. While Tommy was disoriented, Roxy reached down and grabbed him by the ankle. With surprising strength, she flipped him so that he was lying in the seat on the rocket, facing the burner. Roxy quickly tapped one of the buttons on the controls and a seatbelt automatically strapped Tommy in across his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. He was trapped on the rocket. "wha... where the fuck..." He said, trying to regain his bearings. "What do you think about going for a little joy ride, Batman?" Roxy said. She jumped onto the rocket and was straddling Tommy. "It's the 2nd best thrill you can have on this thing." Roxy leaned over Batman and started up the rocket. It began to shake as it started up before the engine turned over in a deafening roar. Tommy could feel fire emanating from the back of the rocket. He struggled mightily to break the belt trapping him. "Ooh," Roxy moaned as she felt Batman struggle underneath her. "Keep doing that," she said to Batman. She clicked something above Tommy's head and the rocket took off into the night. *** "AAAAAHHHHHH WHAT THE FUCK????" Tommy screamed over the whine of the engine. He was strapped into a rocket with a madwoman straddling him; he was not handling it well. Roxy Rocket, meanwhile, was having a wonderful time. She dipped between the buildings of Gotham City, laughing as she did so. Tommy was baffled. 'I think she's getting off on this,' He thought. Somehow that scared him more than being strapped to the rocket. "Look, just please let me go! I'm not the real-" Tommy started to shout. "Mmmm," Roxy moaned, not listening to what Tommy was saying. She sat up on top of him after appearing to find a smooth trajectory. She put her hands on the crest of the Batsuit. "Do you know what the ultimate thrill is, Batman?" She asked him. "What?" Tommy replied. "I-I don't know. Bowling or something. Let me the fuck go!" Roxy leaned down and whispered into his ear. "It's death." Tommy struggled when she said this, certain that he was going to die. She seemed to grind back into him. "Up ahead there's a cliff," she continued to whisper. Despite himself, Tommy became aware that Roxy's apparently ample breasts were pushing into him. "I saw we'll get there in about 10 minutes. Do you think you can thrill me before we crash into the wall?" Tommy stopped struggling. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He said, genuinely confused. "If you can give me a little death, I won't give you a big one," Roxy cooed into his ear. "...What? Just fucking say it!" Tommy didn't have time for this shit. Roxy sat up and slapped Tommy hard across the face. "Make me cum or I'm going to kill us both, you idiot," She stated matter-of-factly. Tommy looked at her in disbelief. "How the hell am I supposed to do that?!" Roxy smiled. "Well, you can start by getting hard." Tommy couldn't believe what he was hearing. How the fuck was he supposed to get hard? He's about to die. Maybe he could reason with this crazy lady, talk her into letting him go. The last thing he was going to do was get hard for this bi... While Tommy was figuring out what to do, Roxy had removed her flying cap and goggles. Her long, flowing red hair flapped in the breeze. She unzipped her bomber jacket and threw it with a flourish into the night. Underneath, Tommy noticed that she was wearing a tight black tank top. His suspicions about her breasts were confirmed; she had nice tits. Tommy couldn't tell she wasn't wearing a bra, and whether from the wind or from her excitement Tommy could see that her nipples were hard. Roxy suddenly looked at him with delight. "I felt a twitch!" She reached behind her and grabbed Tommy's cock through his suit. She gasped. "Ooh, this feels like a nice big rocket." With a deft movement, Roxy flipped herself around so that she was facing Tommy's cock. She sat on his stomach. Looking at her backside, Tommy could make out the outline of her thong underneath her black pants. Reaching into his suit, Roxy pulled Tommy's cock out and started stroking it. Tommy gritted his teeth. No matter how good it felt, he wasn't going to get hard for this lunatic. Looking up into the sky, he tried to find something to distract himself from the sensation he was feeling. 'Alright, the Moon. There's the Moon. I am looking at the Moon. Man went to the Moon in Nineteen Sixty... something. Guys in spaceships on the Moon. Those spaceships had rockets. I am on a rocket. Roxy Rocket is jerking my cock. Roxy Rocket's tits. Roxy Rocket's ass in my face. Roxy Rocket bouncing up and down on my-' "Mmmm, your cock looks so nice when it's hard," Roxy interrupted. Tommy became aware that he now had an erection. 'Goddammit,' He thought to himself. Roxy flipped herself around so that she was again facing Tommy. She pushed her body against him and began shimmying her pants off. She pulled them so that they were past her knees, sat back up and positioned herself so that Tommy's cock rested against the entrance of her cunt. 'This chick is sopping wet,' Tommy thought with disbelief. Roxy was looking up into the air, her eyes closed. She rubbed Tommy's cock against her clit. "I always loved a good ride," Tommy thought she said over the whine of the engine. Roxy finally pushed herself down onto Tommy's cock. She shuddered as Tommy entered her. Tommy could feel the walls of her pussy open up to greet his massive cock. Roxy ran her hands through her hair as she began to bounce on Tommy's dick, her breasts bouncing as she did so. Roxy was quickly moaning as she bounced up, down, up, down on Tommy's cock. If Tommy hadn't been worrying about dying, he probably would have enjoyed the view. Roxy looked like a pin-up; her hands in her hair, her excellent tits poking through her shirt... she was a vision. She brought on hand to her mouth and slowly sucked on one finger. She finally opened her eyes and looked down at Tommy. She smiled. Roxy brought her hands down onto Tommy's chest and leaned forward slightly. Tommy could feel his cock going deeper into Roxy's tight cunt and he could feel his cock quiver despite himself. Roxy pushed her weight onto Tommy's chest and began bouncing faster on Tommy's dick. She looked down at him and smiled. "I'd say you have about 3 minutes," She said. Tommy was alarmed. 'Had it really taken me so long to get hard?' He thought. To Tommy, it had felt instantaneous. He began moving his hips, forcing Roxy farther off his cock and deeper into her pussy with every thrust. She began to moan, loudly now, and Tommy could faintly hear her hips slapping against his over the roar of the engine. He struggled to move his hands but they were still strapped in. Tommy noticed Roxy staring straight ahead. He guessed that she could see the cliffs clearly now. He began bucking wildly, almost bouncing Roxy off of him as he sent his cock deep inside her. Her face began to contort, almost like she had to sneeze, and Tommy figured she might cum soon. "Oh fuck, Batman, you better hurry! We're going to explode soon!" Roxy yelled with delight. Tommy furiously thrust himself inside Roxy in response. She had one hand on his chest now and the other in the air, like she was riding a bull. She yelled, "Woohoo!" as she treated Tommy like a ride. Tommy focused only on her pussy, trying desperately to make her cum. Too late he noticed that all the thrusting had sent him over the edge as well. "Oh shit," was all he could muster as his cock began pumping cum into Roxy's pussy. The realization that Batman had cum sent Roxy into a frenzy, forcing her orgasm to jolt her body violently on top of his cock. Tommy stopped thrusting but Roxy kept it going, leaning forward towards Tommy so that she could bounce on top of his cock. She was in his ear now, groaning from the bottom of her throat. She eventually finished her orgasm and collapsed onto Tommy's chest. The feeling for both of them finally subsided and they were lost in the moment. Roxy sighed softly. "What a rush," she whispered. Tommy suddenly remembered his predicament and began to yell. "Hey, quick, turn the rocket! I made you cum, you promised!" His eyes were wide. Roxy lifted her head sleepily off his chest and looked up. "Oh, right. Looks like it's too late." She lowered her head back onto Tommy's chest. "What?! Oh fuck, no!" Tommy screamed in a little-too-high pitch. He closed his eyes and waited for the impact. After a long time, he slowly opened one eye. His view was full of Roxy's face. She was smiling mischievously. "What happened...? I'm not dead?" Tommy had no idea what was going on. Roxy lifted herself off Tommy's dick and laughed. "I was never going to kill you, Batman! Where's the thrill in that?" She shimmied her pants back on and zipped them up. "What... you tricked me... you crazy bitch!" Tommy yelled. Roxy laughed harder. "Haha! How else could you know what it was like to cum in the face of death?" Leaning over Tommy, Roxy pressed a button; Tommy's strap came undone and he was free. Before he could take advantage of his freedom, Roxy shoved him hard off the rocket. Tommy screamed as he fell to the ground, his cock flapping in the air. Suddenly he felt cold water rush around him; Roxy had thrown him into the bay. He swam towards the surface, no easy feat with the heavy suit weighing him down. Tommy came up coughing, barely able to see from the salt water in his eyes. As he waded in the water, he looked up into the sky. He could just make out the flare of Roxy's rocket as she jetted off into the night. Tommy turned and doggy paddled towards the shore. Let's Be Batman Pt. 08 *thwack thwack thwack Tommy's knuckles pounded against the heavy punching bag in front of him. He was practicing combos, jabs, hooks, uppercuts. He needed to get better. Stopping for a moment, he re-watched the instructional guide on Youtube. He incorporated a kick into his routine. *Boom! Boom! Boom! The bag swayed from the impacts of Tommy's shin. He was breathing heavily, sweating profusely, but he did not stop. He attacked the bag, striking it viciously, learning to fight. He wasn't going to be beaten up again like he had been by Roxy Rocket. *knock knock knock Someone was banging on the door. Tommy didn't pay attention to it. The knocks came again, louder, but Tommy kept plugging away at the punching bag. Finally, a voice called out through the door. "Dammit, Tommy, I know you're in there!" It was Tommy's super. "You're a month late on rent. If I don't get it by the end of the week, you're gone!" One final bang came as the super slammed the door with the flat of his palm. Tommy continued to ignore him. Why should Batman care about rent? Tommy had more important things to worry about. His job at ACME Chemical had long been a memory; Tommy was much too busy stalking the streets at night fighting crime to have gotten another job. Batman was his job. And so far he hadn't done a very good job, he admitted to himself. Sure, he had gotten lucky a couple times in every sense of the word, but he hadn't actually stopped very many criminals. Getting Catwoman arrested had been an accident and everyone else Tommy had interacted with had gotten away. Being humiliated by Roxy Rocket had been the final straw. From now on, Tommy was going to fight crime first, fuck second. *foom! A final kick sent the heavy bag flying almost up to Tommy's head. Tommy turned away and headed for a quick shower. He needed to get to work. *** Dressed in his now-familiar Batsuit, Tommy patrolled the streets of Gotham. He had already stopped two lowlifes from accosting some well-meaning citizens of Gotham. Tommy was pretty proud of himself. He had easily avoided the criminal's attacks, slammed them with some surprisingly powerful punches and left them tied up for the police. He had even gotten some intel; slamming the 2nd hoodlum against the wall, Tommy had gotten a name out of him: "Scarface." Tommy hadn't heard of this criminal before (he kept meaning to Wikipedia Batman's villains but kept forgetting) but he sounded dangerous. From the way the hood described him, Scarface controlled all the organized crime south of the docks. Tommy would have to be on his toes. Tommy headed for the night club the 2nd crook had stammered out: the Ventriloquist Club. Tommy landed atop the building across the Ventriloquist Club and looked down to get a sense of what he was up against. From what he could tell, there were 2 armed guards on the roof of the building, 1 more around back, 1 unarmed but giant guard watching the door, and who knows how many inside. Tommy prepared himself for battle. *** The last guard fell with a thud. Tommy looked around, checking to see if any more guards had arrived. There were none. Tommy thought that he had what turned out to be an exceptional strategy: he had first flown onto the roof of the Ventriloquist Club and knocked out the 2 guards one at a time with a chokehold he saw online; then he threw a batarang to distract the guard in the back before descending on him with a diving attack; finally, he incapacitated the front guard by dropping directly on his head. Tommy pulled all the guards into a secluded spot on the side of the building and tied them up. Tommy was thrilled, having taken out all the guards outside without being seen. He quickly did a small fist pump before heading inside the club. Tommy admired the foyer he found himself in. High-ceilinged and with ornate moulding, the club was clearly very old and distinguished. It had dark red walls and faded gold leaf decorations. Along the far wall was a tall painting of a ventriloquist and his dummy. Tommy crept deeper inside the club. Suddenly, Tommy heard a deep voice echoing farther inside. He pushed himself against the wall and listened. "-Have to tell you one more time, ya dumb broad, I'm gonna throw you in the river! I want 55th Street's payments by Noon tomorrow!" The voice was deep and full of anger. Tommy guessed that it was Scarface. He sounded big. "Yes sir, Mr. Scarface," a meek female voice responded. "You, Mugsy! Take these two idiots over to Penguin and secure that shipment of guns I wanted from him," The deep voice continued. A male voice said, "Yes, sir." Tommy heard footsteps; men were heading towards him to go out the door. He quickly opened the door to a side room and snuck inside. After the steps had gone out the door, he returned to the foyer. As near as he could tell, he now had Scarface and his assistant alone. 'Time to strike,' Tommy thought to himself. He crept deeper inside the club and peered around the corner. He was looking at a small theater, presumably for whatever acts Scarface wanted on that night. The seats were high-backed and lined with thick velvet. In the front, a small stage was visible, with the curtains currently drawn. Tommy looked for Scarface but couldn't find him; he could only see the back of Scarface's assistant as she sat in the front row. She was a blonde. Tommy snuck behind the last row of seats and waited for Scarface to show himself. As Tommy was doing this, the voices continued. "-know what I'm gonna do with you, Sugar. You screwed this one pretty bad," Scarface said, dressing down his assistant. The assistant seemed scared. "I'm sorry, Mr. Scarface, it won't happen agai-" "Yeah, it won't," Scarface cut her off. "Because if it does, so help me I'll... what was that?" Tommy swore. He had accidentally bumped against the back of a seat and it squeaked. He stayed perfectly still. He looked up slightly, to see if anyone had seen him... *RAT-A-TAT-TAT-TAT* Bullets flew above Tommy's head. A tommy gun was firing from the front of the theater, getting dangerously close to hitting its namesake. Tommy scrambled to the end of the row and behind a pillar. "Looks like we got ourselves a Bat problem!" Scarface yelled out as he reloaded. "Good thing this tommy gun specializes in pest control!" Scarface finished reloading and fired again, littering the pillar with holes. Tommy wasn't sure what to do; Scarface had him cornered. Tommy looked down toward the front of the theater and noticed there were pillars at every row; if he could time it just right he may be able to use them as shields to close the distance between himself and Scarface. Tommy waited, listened, and ran when the firing stopped. He made it to the frontmost pillar just before Scarface started firing again. Tommy held fast to the pilla. Scarface was firing, sending bits of plaster all around Tommy. The firing stopped. He heard Scarface yell out. "Gimme another clip, Sugar!" "We're out!" "What?! How'd we run out?! I gotta do everything myself around he-" Tommy chose this moment to attack. Running from behind the pillar, he quickly closed the distance between himself and the source of the gunshots. He didn't have time to plan an attack or even see his attacker. He ran, jumped, and executed a flying kick, hitting Scarface right in the... Dummy. Tommy landed and looked around, confused. He had just kicked a dummy square in the face. Behind him, the blonde assistant screamed. The dummy skidded across the ground and landed against the wall, propped up. The tommy gun flew underneath the seats and finally stopped about 3 rows away. "What the fuck...?" Tommy muttered to himself. He looked all around. Where was Scarface? Why had he just kicked a dummy? Who were these people? How did he get into this mess? What... what the fuck? "Please Batman, don't hurt Mr. Scarface!" The blonde cried out. Tommy turned and faced her. Her blonde hair fell over one side of her face, covering one eye, but Tommy could still make out that she was beautiful. Dark, smoky eyes. Red, pouty lips. Long, graceful neck. She was wearing a tight, long red-sequined dress, with a slit going up the side that exposed one leg. It seemed to be barely large enough to cover her buxom body. Her ample cleavage was on display.She was wearing high heels that accentuated her exposed leg. Tommy tried to focus on the matter at hand. "Where? Where is Scarface?" Tommy asked. "I'm here, mother fucker!" Tommy heard a voice behind him. He turned and saw... the dummy. The dummy had talked. Had it? Tommy was baffled. "Please, whatever you do, don't tie him up!" the blonde yelled out. 'Why would I tie up a dummy,' Tommy thought. "Shut up, Peyton!" The dummy seemed to say. Slowly, it dawned on Tommy what was going on. He looked at Peyton, then Scarface, then Peyton, then Scarface again. They were the same, two personalities, manifested in a bizarre way. Even with this revelation, Tommy was still unsure of what to do. He had spent the last few days taining for a fight, not for... whatever this was. He couldn't talk sense to this girl; she was obviously very deranged. Tommy decided that all he could do was play along. "That's it for you, Scarface!" Tommy yelled out. He figured that if he disabled the dummy the woman might break out of her delusion. He walked towards the dummy and began to tie him up, wrapping him in the string in his belt. 'This is so stupid,' Tommy thought. "Hey, not so tight!" the dummy yelled out. "Shut up," Tommy replied before he realized that he was actually responding to the dummy. He felt like an idiot. He finished tying up the dummy and turned to face the assistant. "What... what's going to happen to me?" She said with fear in her eye. Tommy tried to sound tough. "Well, Miss, now you're going to jai-" "You're going to get fucked, bitch!" Scarface yelled at her. "what...? No she's not," Tommy said. He turned and faced the dummy with confusion. Scarface appeared to speak again. "Go ahead, Batman, fuck the shit out of this little whore. Lord knows that's all she's good for. Treat her like your personal fuckdoll." "Mr. Scarface, no!" Peyton squeaked. Her face was frozen in fear. Tommy looked back and forth between the two. He whispered to Peyton. "So do you actually want me to fuck you or...?" She shook her head violently. Behind them, Scarface yelled out, "Of course she does! Suck his cock, you little slut!" Tommy paused and thought. Scarface WAS Peyton, right? So she was telling him to fuck her, in a way... he thought... not entirely sure. He had promised himself that he was going to focus on stopping crime first... but the "criminal" was currently tied up, so... "Fuck it," Tommy said finally. He walked over to Peyton and pushed her down into one of the front row seats. Pulling out his quickly expanding cock, he held it in front of her face. "Do like the dummy said," He told her as he pushed his dick into her lips. Slowly, without looking at him, Peyton's lips parted and she took him into his mouth. She sucked him softly, sliding her tongue all around the head of his cock. "Harder!" Scarface yelled out. 'How is she doing that with a dick in her mouth?' Tommy wondered. No matter. He didn't care where the voice was coming from as long as it kept giving him good ideas. He shoved his cock deep into Peyton's mouth, causing her to choke slightly. Tommy just kept thrusting his cock deep inside her mouth without regard for the woman's well-being. Peyton's hands were clutching the sides of her seat in an attempt to find some sort of leverage. It was no use. Her mouth was Batman's to use and abuse in whatever way he wanted. Tommy's wet cock slid in and out of Peyton's mouth. He was holding her long blonde hair, using it to hold her head in place while he fucked it. Finally, when it seemed like Peyton might pass out, he pulled his cock out of her mouth. She took a deep breath of air. Spit was running down her the side of her mouth. "Stick out your tongue," Tommy ordered. Peyton obediently stuck her long tongue out. Tommy slapped his cock against it. Then he pushed his balls in her mouth and began jacking himself off. Peyton began licking his balls, taking each one into her mouth and sucking on it softly. With a ball in her mouth, Scarface spoke. "Hey, Batman! That bitch loves sticking things up my keister," the dummy seemed to say, "Maybe you should return the favor!" "Please, don't!" Peyton begged. She looked at Tommy pleadingly, her face wet with her own spit. Tommy was unsympathetic. Grabbing Peyton by the arm, he flung her over to the stage. Tommy positioned Peyton and roughly bent her over. He long legs were straight, her heels barely giving her the height to bend over the tall stage. Tommy tore at her red sequined dress, ripping the slit higher up. It exposed her dripping wet pussy ('She was loving this,' Tommy thought) and her perky ass. Positioning his cock, Tommy slowly began to push open Peyton's asshole. She squealed and buried her head in the stage floor. She tried to spread her legs wider to open up her ass a little more but Tommy pushed them back closed and held them together tightly with his own legs. He wanted her to feel it. She stifled a scream as Tommy's big head popped into her ass. His cock was dripping with spit from Peyton's mouth but it was still incredibly tight. He pushed in, hard, sliding his shaft about halfway in. Peyton moaned harshly as Tommy began thrusting his cock into her asshole. "Look at this little slut, Batman," Scarface interjected. "She loves being your fucktoy. Don't you, Sugar?" "Y-yes, Mr. Scarface," Peyton said between thrusts of Tommy's cock. He was deep inside her ass now, kneading her ass with his hands while he fucked her. "Tell Batman that you're a little whore," Scarface demanded. "I'm a little whore, Batman," Peyton complied. Tommy fucked her harder in response, reaching forward and grabbing Peyton's shoulders. He pulled her body off the stage and used her shoulders to fuck her even deeper; with her legs clasped together, the tightness was immense. She squealed. "Tell me you're MY little whore," Tommy told her. "I'm your... I'm your little whore!" Peyton managed to eke out. Tommy pounded her ass hard, gritting his teeth as he did so. Her ass was turning red from getting slammed by Tommy's pelvis. Tommy reached one hand underneath Peyton and groped her breast. Her asshole was so tight. This chick was crazy but she was a great fuck. Tommy felt himself nearing his finish, a little sooner than he would have liked. Groaning, Tommy felt the cum rushing from his balls. He quickly turned Peyton around and shoved her to her knees. She opened her mouth compliantly and Tommy shoved his cock back in her mouth, filling it with wave after wave of cum. He looked to the heavens as he came, barely able to handle the sensation when Peyton began sucking his cock while he came. Peyton took all the cum in his mouth but didn't swallow it just yet; as Tommy removed his cock from her mouth, Peyton kept it open to reveal all of Tommy's cum on her tongue. "What a fucking dirty slut," Scarface said, even with Peyton's mouth full of cum. She said nothing in reply; she simply closed her mouth and swallowed Tommy's cum. "Yeah," was all Tommy could say. He reached for some rope from his belt and wrapped it around Peyton. Her left her and Scarface there for the police. Let's Be Batman Pt. 09 Inside the Justice League Watchtower, Hawkgirl & Vixen stood with bowed heads. They were nervous. The woman before them marched back and forth, seemingly peering into their very souls. Neither Hawkgirl nor Vixen could look her in the eye. "So you're telling me that one of the 7 stones was taken," the woman said slowly, her words dripping with disdain. "That of the 7 stones that we sent people out for, you 2 were the only ones who came up empty-handed." "Yes ma'am," they said in unison. "Tell me how this could happen," the woman demanded. Vixen began. "Well you see, we asked Batman for help an-" "He led us to the wrong place and then... and then..." Hawkgirl continued. "I asked for reasons, not excuses!" The woman suddenly yelled, startling the two heroines. "You really expect me to believe that BATMAN is to blame here? The greatest humanity has to offer? I expect more- LOOK AT ME- I expect more from you two." "Yes ma'am," they said in unison once again. Vixen seemd to be near tears. "You're dismissed," the woman said with a wave of her arm. "Find that missing stone! I don't care if you have to travel to Hell itself." The two quickly exited the room. The woman retreated into the next room and fell into a chair. She held her hands to her temples, seemingly deep in thought. It WAS strange that Batman hadn't debriefed her on their mission yet. The whole debriefing protocol had been his idea. And she kept hearing strange stories coming out of Gotham about his recent behavior... Finally, she made a decision about something. "Computer," she said, "Find me Batman's coordinates. I need to have a chat with him." "Calculating," the computer monotonously droned. After a time, the computer returned with an answer. "Batman is at the Gotham Nature Preserve." "The nature preserve? That must mean... thank you, computer." The woman went to her closet to change into her battle armor. She had a feeling she would need it. *** Tommy fought against the vines that were attacking him from the ground. With batarangs in each hand, he slashed at them, but it seemed that for every one he cut two more took its place. Poison Ivy watched with glee as the vines overwhelmed her opponent, knocking the batarangs out of his hand and finally holding his arms behind his back. The vines roped around Tommy's legs and lifted him up in the air. Ivy laughed at her quarry. "I have you now, Batman! And unlike last time you are not escaping and you are NOT getting near my garden!" Tommy pulled at the vines. "Look lady, I'm sorry I didn't call after I rocked your world but-" "I didn't want you to call me!" Ivy hissed. "You weren't even that good, anyway. And you came in my mouth!" Tommy smirked. "You want to know a secret?" He nodded for Ivy to come closer. "I had a steak for dinner that night," he whispered. Ivy's eyes went wide with rage. "You son of a bitch!" she screamed. The vines began to pull on Tommy's arms and legs, stretching him to the limit. He tried to pull back or he was risking losing his extremities. He could feel himself losing... There was suddenly a great whoosh and then a hard impact into the ground right next to Tommy and Ivy. Ivy was blown off her feet by the ripple in the ground. Dust filled the air. As it began to clear, Tommy could make out the source of the impact. He stared in disbelief. Wonder. Woman. "Wow..." Tommy whispered. Wonder Woman stood before him. Tall, strong, confident Wonder Woman. Her dark wavy hair blew in the breeze caused by her shock wave. It was held back by a diadem that glittered in the fading sunlight. Her ample breasts were held up by a bright red bustier; an eagle seemed to be holding her breasts in place with its wings. The famous star-spangled underwear was hidden by a battle skirt; clearly Wonder Woman had arrived expecting a fight. Red thigh-high boots completed her ensemble. She was beautiful and terrifying at the same time, a god amongst women. Even the well-stacked Poison Ivy looked small next to the Amazon. Wonder Woman quickly strode over to Ivy. She grabbed her by the neck and lifted her high in the air. Ivy's legs kicked futilely against Wonder Woman's toned legs. "I think that's enough out of you, Ivy," Wonder Woman said with decision. Ivy struggled to speak. "You need to... (cough) loosen up," Ivy finally managed to get out. She brought her hand up to Wonder Woman's face; she seemed to have something in her hand. "Wonder Woman, watch out!" The still-bound Tommy yelled out. It was too late; a pink powder was thrown into Wonder Woman's face. She coughed twice, hard, and absent-mindedly threw the villainess. Ivy flew 20 feet and landed hard against a tree. She was unconscious. The vines around Tommy's arms and legs instantly fell lifeless. "Are you okay? Did she poison you?" Tommy asked Wonder Woman uncertainly. She was shaking her head, as if she were trying to shake off cobwebs. Tommy took a few steps closer. "Stop!" Wonder Woman said suddenly. Tommy didn't dare move. Wonder Woman looked at him with water in her eyes. "I don't know who you are, but you are not Batman." "How did you...?" Tommy was dumbfounded. "I can see your face," Wonder Woman said. She stumbled slightly, just for a moment, but quickly caught herself. The coughing fit seemed to pass and Wonder Woman once again looked strong and bold. "Now," she said, regaining her confidence, "Just who exactly are you?" Tommy didn't dare lie to her. "My name is Tommy. I found the suit one night and... hey, are you okay?" Wonder Woman looked confused. "Of course I am, why?" Tommy seemed unsure of what to say. "Because you're, uh... you're..." He pointed down. Wonder Woman followed Tommy's finger down to her skirt. It was only then that she realized she had a hand inside her skirt, lightly stroking her pussy. "What am I doing???" Wonder Woman exclaimed. She looked at Tommy accusingly. "What did you do?!" "I didn't do anything!" Tommy answered back. He was as shocked as Wonder Woman. "Maybe it was that powder Ivy hit you with." Wonder Woman began to breathe heavily. "Dammit!" She yelled. "We need to figure out an antidote, quick!" Tommy hesitated and then replied. "Maybe you should stop, uh, doing that first." Wonder Woman looked down and, once again, seemed surprised to find that her hand was massaging her clit. She yanked her hand away and held it with her other hand like it was disembodied. Her face was flush. She flared her nostrils and yelled at Tommy. "YOU!" she hissed, grabbing him by the neck and shoving him against a tree. Tommy had to look up to her eyes. "YOU are going to fix this! I am Wonder Woman! You... You..." Suddenly, Wonder Woman brought Tommy close and roughly placed her lips against his. Her tongue forced his mouth open and she kissed him. Tommy, wide-eyed, could barely kiss back. Wonder Woman extracted her tongue from his mouth and spoke with decision. "You are going to make me cum," she demanded. This could not have been closer to the fantasy Tommy had dreamed of ever since Wonder Woman exploded on the scene more than a decade ago. As a horny teenager, Tommy had well-worn a picture of Wonder Woman he had found in Metropolis Weekly, splattering it with his cum. More than even Catwoman, this was Tommy's dream girl. And now, as Wonder Woman looked at him with lust-filled eyes and demanded he pleasure her, Tommy was terrified. In his fantasies he had never considered that Wonder Woman was an impossibly powerful being; with her heart so full of lust she could hurt him. Still, it's not like he could say no either. Tommy looked Wonder Woman in the eyes and squeaked out, "Okay." Wonder Woman kissed him again as she grabbed Tommy's hand and jammed it under her skirt. Wonder Woman gasped in Tommy's mouth as his hand found her clit. He quickly began rubbing her mound Wonder Woman thrust her pussy onto his hand, grinding against it. Both of their hands were in her panties, fighting for space as they rubbed her pussy. Her other hand reached down and yanked at her star-spangled panties, ripping them off her body with surprising ease. She threw them to the side. She kissed him deeper, driving her tongue deep inside his body. She was moaning now, yearning for an orgasm. "Stick your hand inside me," Wonder Woman gasped at Tommy, who quickly complied. He stuck 2 fingers inside her and slid them quickly in and out of her pussy. Wonder Woman's hand rubbed her clit quickly and with abandon, her hand moving in a circular motion around her mound. Tommy fucked her with his hand. "More," Wonder Woman said, her eyes closed tight. Tommy stuck a 3rd finger inside her, his fingers clutched tight inside her pussy. She was barely holding herself up now and Tommy was struggling with her surprising weight. He noticed that her tits were pushed up against his chin. "More," Wonder Woman said again. Tommy was uncertain. "I don't think it's going to fi- "MORE!" Wonder Woman said sharply, with both hate and lust in her eyes. Tommy didn't dare talk back again. With effort, he stuck his pinky inside Wonder Woman so that she had 4 of his fingers inside her. She was moaning like a wild animal now, rubbing her clit with abandon. An orgasm was building inside her and finally it came. "Nnnnnngggghhhh!!!" Wonder Woman groaned through gritted teeth as the orgasm rushed through her. She brought her body close to Tommy, smashing her tits into his neck. One hand was still touching herself while the other slammed against the tree above, leaving a handprint about 3 inches into the trunk of the tree. Suddenly, her knees buckled and all her weight fell onto Tommy. He was unable to hold her up and they tumbled, intertwined, onto the ground. Wonder Woman was on top; Tommy, gasping for breath, was underneath. After a short while, Wonder Woman brought herself onto an elbow; her other hand was still working underneath her skirt. She was still incredibly horny. Tommy's hand had come out of the Amazon's pussy and he was unsure if he should put it back in. Wonder Woman answered his question before he asked it. "Put your cock in me," She said. Tommy wasn't superhuman but he brought his cock out with superhuman speed, afraid Wonder Woman might change her mind. He quickly whipped his cock out of his pants and presented it to her pussy. Wonder Woman grabbed it and shoved it inside her, taking its girth with relative ease. Her hand STILL roughly toying with her clit, Wonder Woman began bouncing up and down on Tommy's cock. The feeling on Tommy's cock was incredible. Wonder Woman's muscles were reflexively grasping and releasing Tommy's cock; he felt like he was being milked. He focused on anything else, desperate not to become a two-pump chump in front of Wonder Woman of all people. Wonder Woman was laying over Tommy, her tits bouncing in his face. She was thrusting quickly on Tommy's dick, taking all of his length with every bounce. She sat up suddenly as she fucked him, giving Tommy a full view of Wonder Woman's body on his dick. She was incredible. Her long, black hair was getting damp with sweat and its once perfect waves were becoming messy and matted. It somehow made her look more beautiful, Tommy thought. Her tits were bouncing up and down with Wonder Woman's body. Tommy reached up and grabbed one; without looking, Wonder Woman slapped his hand away. Tommy moved his hands to her hips instead and began to help her bounce on his cock. Wonder Woman began to moan louder, seemingly building up to another orgasm. As she did so she began to bounce harder on his cock. Tommy began to fear that she was going to break his pelvis. He tried to ease her thrusting with his hands on her hips but it was no use; Wonder Woman was going to use him how see saw fit and he was just going to have to hope that he survived. With a fearsome scream, Wonder Woman came again. She sat leaned forward slightly and balanced herself with a hand on Tommy's chest as the orgasm flowed through her body. This orgasm was shorter than the first but more intense and she slapped Tommy's chest as she came; if not for the armor, Tommy probably might have been killed. As she orgasmed, Wonder Woman had sat on Tommy's dick so that he was completely inside her. Her muscles contracted and Tommy felt an unbelievable tightness around his cock. He was worried his cock might break in half inside her. He whimpered slightly until Wonder Woman finally released his dick. The 2nd orgasm had subsided. Still bouncing softly on his dick, Wonder Woman began to regain her composure. She licked her lips with her eyes closed. Tommy couldn't stop thinking about that and he began to feel his own orgasm bubbling inside him. He closed his eyes and thought about Wonder Woman's tits, like he had done as a horny teenager so many times before. He began to groan. Suddenly, Tommy felt a hard slap across his face. Wonder Woman was looking at him angrily. "You are not cumming yet," She told him sharply. Tommy, wide-eyed, could only nod weakly. He tried to think of anything but cumming; it was extremely hard with Wonder Woman's perfect body still bouncing on his dick. Wonder Woman leaned towards him again, placing her tits back next to his face. One had come out of her bustier slightly, exposing just the barest hint of nipple. With her hands on the ground beside Tommy's head, Wonder Woman began motioning her pussy up and down Tommy's cock. Tommy looked up and could barely see Wonder Woman's face; she still had lust in her eyes. The Amazing Amazon thrust Tommy's cock inside her again and again; she was soon putting her whole body into it, throwing herself on top of his cock in search of another orgasm. She was soon bouncing fast, faster than Tommy thought humanly possible, her body a blur. Tommy's cock was growing hot from the friction. It was first pleasurable but Tommy soon found the feeling kind of painful. He was too conscientious (or scared) to ask Wonder Woman to slow down, though. From somewhere above his head, Tommy could hear a heavy moaning. Wonder Woman's ever present hand on her clit had discovered a 3rd orgasm and Tommy felt Wonder Woman's entire body shaking. It produced what felt like a small earthquake. Wonder Woman was cumming again and Tommy felt that same tightness on his cock, the extremely pleasurable but somewhat painful tightness as Wonder Woman's cunt clasped onto his cock. Wonder Woman's moans suddenly cut short and she collapsed onto Tommy, his cock still inside her. Tommy thought she was simply exhausted from her last orgasm and gave her a second to compose herself. A second turned into 30, however, and Tommy became aware that Wonder Woman still hadn't moved. He was trapped underneath her and only with great effort could he push her off of him and onto her back. Tommy rolled over and checked on her. Wonder Woman had passed out from the orgasm. The mightiest woman in the world had become overwhelmed by the mightiest orgasms in the world. She was breathing, softly, and her breasts moved with every breath. Tommy wasn't sure what to do; he didn't know what to do about Wonder Woman, sure, but right now he wasn't sure what to do about his cock. He had been building up to an orgasm and now he was facing the deadliest set of blue balls in the entire world if he didn't release himself. The idea of fucking Wonder Woman while she was passed out quickly entered and left Tommy's mind. He respected her too much to do that and besides, if she found out she would absolutely murder him. Tommy glanced over and saw Poison Ivy, still unconscious from Wonder Woman's attack. Slowly stroking his cock, Tommy walked over to her. He dropped to his knees with each one in her armpit and began stroking himself off. Ivy's tits were brushing against his balls as he jerked himself, her face slightly tilted to the side. Tommy thought about fucking Wonder Woman and quickly began to cum. His cum shot in ropes all over Ivy's face. It got in her long, red hair and fell against her red lips. Ivy closed her eyes tighter for a moment and Tommy was worried she was going to wake up, but she didn't. In the back of Tommy's mind, Tommy became aware that now Poison Ivy was going to kill him when she woke up. 'But she was probably going to kill me anyway,' Tommy thought to himself. It's not like she could kill him more, right? Tommy glanced down at Ivy's hand and noticed that she was holding a small cloth bag. He took it and looked inside. It was holding the same powder Ivy had thrown into Wonder Woman's face. Tommy quickly tucked it into his utility belt. "Never know when I might need it," He muttered aloud. Walking back over to Wonder Woman, Tommy grabbed her lasso. He returned to Poison Ivy and began to tie her up with the rope. 'Now Wonder Woman can take Ivy to jail,' Tommy thought. He looked around: the hero, passed out from her many orgasms; the villain, passed out with his cum (once again) on her face. 'That ended up working out pretty well,' Tommy thought. Let's Be Batman Pt. 10 (This one might be more entertaining if you've played Batman: Arkham Origins. Hope you enjoy it!) Tommy was at a computer at one of Gotham City public libraries. 'Scarface had mentioned someone before I, uh...' Tommy tried not to think about Peyton Riley's ass. '...Before I captured them. Who the fuck is the Penguin?' "Library is closing, last call," The librarian yelled out. Tommy glanced up. She was cute, maybe a little mousy, but cute. Her messy red hair was pulled up in a bun, held together by a pen; she was wearing a light sweater and a pencil skirt. He ass jiggled slightly when she walked. Tommy returned to his research. Right now he needed to focus on finding the Penguin. He typed in a query in the Gotham Gazette's archives. Articles quickly popped up, detailing the meteoric rise of this relatively new villain. Born with a condition that was too long for Tommy to say, the Penguin hadn't let his physical handicap stop him from quickly taking over Gotham's docks. Nothing got through without giving a piece to him. Tommy knew he'd have to be careful. "LAST CALL!" The librarian said louder. Tommy became aware that she was talking to him directly. He pretended not to hear her. Still reading, Tommy learned that the Penguin from a club called the Iceberg Lounge. It had been raided for illegal gambling twice in the past year but so far, no one had been able to find anything on the Penguin. Tommy wrote down the address. Suddenly, a hand reached over and flicked off Tommy's monitor. "Last call, buddy," the librarian said. Tommy looked at the librarian and gave her his best smile. "Look," Tommy said, the cheese dripping from his voice. "I'm almost done with this important research I'm doing. Don't you think you could let me stay just a few more minutes? Please?" Tommy was using every ounce of his charm. The librarian seemed unfazed. "How about you leave instead and I don't call the cops?" "Alright, alright," Tommy said, the smile instantly dropping from his face, "I'm going." He collected his things and headed out the door. As Tommy exited, he glanced back and could have sworn he caught the librarian checking out his ass. *** In the alley, Tommy furtively looked around. When he was confident he was alone, he began to change into his suit. The Savior of Gotham was now officially homeless. Tommy's super had made good on his threat and had kicked Tommy out of his apartment 2 days before. Tommy had been living out of his car ever since. Luckily, being Batman had given Tommy extensive knowledge of abandoned buildings in town so he could always find a place to lay his head. Still, it was embarrassing. 'I need to figure out a new place to stay,' Tommy thought. First, though, Tommy wanted to find the Penguin. He made his way over to the Penguin's club and got a lay of the land. Remarkably, Tommy didn't notice too much security. The front door was wide open, with a tuxedoed gentleman ushering people inside. No armed guards, as far as he could see. Tommy's blood pressure rose. Peering higher, Tommy saw a large balcony with the shades drawn. 3 figures could be seen: two tall feminine shapes were on either side of a shorter, fatter male. 'Bingo,' Tommy thought. Tommy glided over and landed on the balcony. Sweeping open the drapes, Tommy prepared for the screams. But they never came. Looking bored, the short male said, "I was wondering when you'd show up." Tommy was confused. Normally people look scared when they see him. What was Penguin's angle? "Oy, a right poofta he is!" a cockney screeched. Tommy winced and looked at the woman on the right who had spoken. She was a leggy blonde. Her hair was cut short, teased and tossed to one side. She had a smile on her lips. Tommy glanced down, noticed her small but perky breasts, her tight hips, her just a little too short white business skirt and her long, fishnet stocking-clad legs. He could tell that despite Penguin's gifts (she was wearing expensive earrings and had an diamond-encrusted watch on) she was not born of money. The Penguin spoke again. "I figure you're 'ere to talk about that missing shipment of guns from last week, eh?" He asked in a thick British accent. "Every time there's a missing shipment, or missing person, or missing anything, you come round 'ere and interrupt my business to bother me about it. I figure I'd make it easy on you this time. Look, no guards or nothin'. I got nothin' to 'ide. Now leave me alone and let me be a legitimate businessman in peace." Tommy wasn't sure what to do. Normally these guys immediately did something bad guys do and he did what came naturally; what was he supposed to do now? Find evidence? He wasn't a detective, that shit was too hard. 'I can't just leave, though,' Tommy thought to himself. Penguin chuckled. "What's the matter, cat got your tongue? Or something besides your tongue, maybe," he said. Both women laughed. Turning to his other assistant, a caramel-skinned woman, Penguin gestured towards the balcony. "Candy, show Batman out." The woman, a beautiful, raven-haired assistant clad in a matching black business skirt, gracefully stepped towards Batman with an arm out. She was showing him back to the window. Tommy burned hot with humiliation. He had been stupid and was paying for it. Reaching for something, anything to do, Tommy called out, "Hey, Penguin!" The Penguin turned around and leered. "Yeah?" Tommy realized he had nothing to say. He opened and then closed him mouth. "Yeah, that's what I thou-" Tommy reached forward and punched Penguin square in the right eye. The villain tumbled to the floor, knocked cold. Candy screamed, while the blonde raced over and checked on her unconscious boss. Then she glared at Tommy, ready to spit fire. "You wanker!" She yelled in that irritating accent of hers. Her eyes were wide and she stepped towards Batman. Candy raced over and grabbed her to keep her from doing something stupid. "Tracey, let's just calm down a little bit. Batman's leaving, Boss'll be okay, everything's cool. Right, Batman?" Tommy stood there sheepishly. He felt kind of bad for hitting the Penguin. He was so small and feeble. "Yeah, uh, sure. You two just stay out of trouble." "Oh I'll stay outta trouble alright," Tracey continued, trying to get out of Candy's grasp. "I'll cut your cobblers off you Hampton!" "I... what?" Tommy couldn't make heads or tails of what she was saying. He looked at Candy, hoping for answers. "She said that she hopes you have a good night," Candy lied, desperate for the situation to be over. Tracey looked at Candy, betrayed. "Wha? No I di'nt! I said I'm going to make a stew with his Jacobs!" Tommy's previous embarrassment was dissolving and was being replaced by irritation. The woman's voice grated against his spine. He desperately wanted to stop her from talking. "Look," He said, "Sorry about your boss, but you really need to shut the fuck up or-" "-Or what," Trace interrupted, irritating Tommy further. She shook Candy off her and stepped closer to Tommy. "You think you're a real naughty geezer with that suit, doncha? You're a tosser, you is!" Tracey jutted out her jaw at Tommy. "...What? I didn't get one word of that." "Tracey..." Candy reached out and grabbed Tracey by the arm, softly pulling her back. Tracey pulled her arm away and continued. "What's the matter, Batman, your candle wick all burned down to the nub? I bet you're a fan of King Lear!" Tracey shouted triumphantly. Tommy looked at Candy for help. "She said..." Candy paused. "She said thinks you have a small dick." Tommy paused, and opened his mouth to respond. Once again, he couldn't think of anything to say; instead, he reached into his suit and brought out his cock. It wasn't hard yet but it was still impressive, judging by the reaction of the two women. Candy sucked air in sharply between her teeth and Tracey's eyes went wide. Tracey spoke first. "Now that's a propah lolly lick!" She exclaimed. "Stop talking," Tommy said, grabbing her by the back of the head and forcing her to her knees. He shoved his still soft dick in her mouth. He wasn't sure what was better, the feeling of her warm mouth on his cock or the fact that she couldn't talk anymore. Tommy could feel his cock growing inside Tracey's throat, and he could feel the muscles in the back of her mouth twitch as he began to fill her airway. He grabbed a thick crop of her short blonde hair and began to pump his dick in and out of her mouth. The only sound Tracey was making now was a small duck noise every time Tommy's cock touched her tonsils. Rock hard now, Tommy pumped faster inside Tracey's mouth. Her hands were on Tommy's thighs, trying to get some measure of control over the cock going into her mouth. Her eyes were watering and spit was beginning to slide down her mouth and onto her tits below. Glancing over, Tommy remembered Candy was there. She was leaning against the desk, her eyes wide. She was breathing just a little heavier than normal. Her left hand had drifted and was playing with the hem of her skirt. Tommy knew what she wanted. He motioned over to her and she obediently got on her knees next to Tracey. While he continued throating Tracey, Tommy stuck a finger in Candy's mouth. She sucked on it seductively. Finally, Tommy removed his cock from Tracey's mouth. She fell backwards onto her ass, breathing heavily. A long trail of spit flung off Tommy's cock and landed on her chin. It hung there. Tommy's wet cock soon found another mouth, as Candy leaped on it and began to suck him off aggressively. Her hand moved up and down with her mouth, twisting as she stroked. Tommy grunted. Candy sucked hard on Tommy's cock, expertly guiding his dick into her mouth. Her tongue was swirling around the head of his dick and then laying flat to accept his shaft with every pump. Tommy could guess that her skill with numbers wasn't the only reason The Penguin kept her around. Tommy glanced down and noticed that one hand had crept underneath Candy's skirt but was surprised to find that the hand was white. Tracey had recovered. "She loves a fondle on her struggle & grunt, she does," Tracey said, her mouth still wet with spit. "I like to give her a-" "I said stop talking," Tommy cut her off, grabbing her head and pushing her back onto his cock. He had both Tracey & Candy's faces on the sides of his cock now, their lips pressed together around his shaft. He began to pump his dick between their lips while they began to kiss. Their lips wrapped just barely around his cock and their tongues began to lick him. The feeling and visual were incredible. Tommy released their heads and they both went to work on his cock. Candy quickly swallowed his cock, her tonsils rubbing against the top of Tommy head, while Tracey's head was buried in Tommy's balls. Both of them were moaning hungrily as they feasted on his cock. Then Tracey grabbed Tommy's cock away from Candy, sucking hard on the head of his dick. Candy ran her tongue up and down Tommy's shaft. Both of them were worshiping his dick, desperate to pleasure him. Tommy was leaning up against Penguin's desk now, letting the two assistants slobber his knob. Glancing over, he could see that Penguin was still unconscious. Focusing back on the two busty henchwomen in front of him, Tommy got an idea. He reached down and grabbed Tracey by the hair, pulling up roughly from the ground. He bent her over Penguin's desk and lifted her skirt. He tore at her fishnet stockings, exposing her damp pussy underneath. Skillfully, he stuck his cock inside her. Tracey gave a soulful wail as Tommy's cock filled up her insides. She began speaking, saying things Tommy didn't understand, but still it irritated him. "Give this chick something to fill her mouth with," Tommy ordered Candy. Candy nodded and hopped up onto the desk, pulling up her skirt as she did so. She sat in front of Tracey with her pussy exposed next to Tracey's mouth. "That's a right Oxford, innit," Tracey said before burying her head in Candy's snatch. Candy reared her head back and moaned as she felt Tracey's tongue hit her clit. Tracey used the pumping of Tommy's cock to drive her head deeper into Candy's pussy, swirling her tongue as she moved up and down her slit. "Ooooh baby," Candy moaned. She reached a hand down and held Tracey's face closer to her pussy, savoring every flick of her tongue. Tommy grabbed Tracey's leg and propped it up on the desk, giving him a better angle to fuck her pussy. He grabbed her by the hips and started thrusting her hard onto his dick, causing her to moan inside Candy's pussy. The vibration drove Candy wild. She quickly began to shake. As Candy reached her orgasm, Tommy roughly threw Tracey off the desk. He grabbed Candy's ankles and brought them up to his shoulders. Then he jammed his engorged cock deep in her pussy. The sudden sensation caused Candy to cum instantly, sending her thrashing and knocking a lamp onto the floor. She breathed heavily and her brow was damp with sweat. Tracey recovered herself and glared jealously at Candy's orgasm. She quickly hopped onto the desk and sat on Candy's face, stifling her moans with her pussy. Then Tracey leaned forward to get a closer view at Tommy's cock as it entered Candy's tight pussy. For once, she was speechless. Tommy cock was wet with both women's spit and juices as he pounded Candy, causing her to return the earlier favor and moan into Tracey's pussy. Tracey's eyes seemed to bulge at this. Tommy could feel Tracey's breath on his cock as he pumped her friend's cunt. He pulled his cock out of Candy and stuck it back in Tracey's mouth. She attempted to take it all but couldn't quite get there, convulsing on his dick. He alternated, sticking it inside Candy's pussy and Tracey's mouth over and over. He could feel himself getting ready to cum. He couldn't decide, pussy or mouth, pussy or mouth. Tracey made his decision for him. "You're getting off some Po- mmmmmhmmmmmm" Tracey's words were cut off by the injection of Tommy's cock into her mouth and he began to cum load after load into her mouth. Her eyes went wide and she could scarcely breathe; all Tommy cared about was that she couldn't talk. He sighed as the last of his cum landed on Tracey's tongue. With his cock taking up all the room in her mouth, she was forced to swallow it. She choked slightly and threw herself back to get off Tommy's cock. Coughing, she got off the desk and used it to keep herself upright. Candy sat up, confused. "Hey, what's going on...?" She saw some cum dribbling down Tracey's cheek. "Aww, I wanted some," She said. Tracey opened her mouth to yell. She tried to speak but instead descended into a coughing fit, her tonsils and throat rubbed raw by Tommy's cock. She struggled to catch her breath. "There, that's better," Tommy said to no one in particular. He quickly dressed and vanished into the night. "Bye, Batman!" Candy yelled after him. She had stars in her eyes. *** The next night, Tommy was doing his usual rounds when he came upon a policeman lying in an alley. Tommy covered his face with his cape and descended cautiously to the cop. Checking on him, Tommy could see he was just barely breathing. Tommy wasn't sure what ailed the cop; the only mark on him was a single scratch on his cheek. "Jesus Christ," Tommy whispered. Tommy searched around for a weapon of some kind and noticed a small piece of paper in the officer's hand. Tommy gingerly opened the cop's hand and grabbed the paper. "3345 Canal St, Chinatown" was all the paper said. Tommy swore. This address could be nothing; it could be a clue leading to the man's killer; it could be a trap. Tommy thought for a moment. Finally, he made his decision. He quickly ran over to a pay phone and called an ambulance. Then, he used his grappling hook to reach a nearby roof and headed towards Chinatown. *** Tommy was in an office building, searching for who or what had disabled the cop. As Tommy crept around, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was watching him. Everywhere he looked, however, he could find nothing. Finally, Tommy admitted that there was nothing there. "I can't find shit," He said. Deep down, he wished he wasn't so dumb. He couldn't outsmart the Penguin and he couldn't find that cop's attacker. He felt defeated. Tommy suddenly felt another sensation; a small prick on his neck. He grabbed the area but could feel nothing. Turning around,Tommy tried to make out what had pricked him but everything was getting increasingly blurry. All he could see was... "Green," Tommy muttered as he collapsed to the floor. As he staggered to the floor, he thought he saw a wide, grinning face. It looks almost like a cat's. The green slowly faded to black. Let's Be Batman Pt. 11 Barbara quickly tidied up the library so she could get to work. As she hollered out, "Last call," she noticed one guy pretending not to pay attention to her. She walked over and turned off his monitor. He tried to charm her for extra time but she was having none of it. She told him to get out. As he walked out the door, Barbara couldn't help but notice that the guy seemed to have a nice ass. She sighed. "I need a boyfriend," Barbara said to herself. It was hard for her; Barbara was not only the head of her library and an important person in Gotham City, she was also Batgirl. For the past 4 years, she had been balancing her public identity with her secret identity, spending her days navigating the Dewey Decimal System and her nights battling Two-Face and The Riddler. Both were very rewarding jobs but it didn't leave too much time for men. Except for Batman. Barb always had time for Batman. The caped crusader first came into Barbara's life when she was 16 and had taken her under his wing when she came back from college. Everything she knew seemed to come from Batman's wise council. She leaned on him and needed him. 'But where has he been?' she wondered. It had been almost 8 weeks since she had last talked to Batman, 8 long weeks of Barbara parrying questions from other heroes and trying to keep Batman's infrastructure running. She heard stories of him around; Catwoman arrested, Ivy brought to justice by Batman & Wonder Woman, a rocket flying overhead with his cape flapping in the wind, etc. But he hadn't returned her phone calls or relays through their private network and Barbara was growing anxious. She was determined to track him down. Barbara closed up the library and waved goodbye to her co-workers, making an excuse about having to check one more thing before she could leave. After the last co-worker left Barbara slipped through a secret entrance in the library and found her Batsuit. She was going bat hunting. *** Barbara flew through the night, the rushing wind blowing her red hair back and tingling her underneath her suit. While Batman had long switched to a plated suit to prevent blunt force trauma, Barbara had always stuck with her leather* suit. It gave her more agility, it was easier to store in tight places, it breathed, and besides, it looked better on her. Landing in the Narrows, she began to look for her prey. *Well, really a leather/polyurethane/cotton hybrid that Lucius Fox had cooked up. Barbara just called it leather. Finally, she found him; it wasn't Batman, but instead one of Scarface's henchmen. According to her father, Batman was last seen capturing Scarface and his handler, Peyton Riley. Barbara knew their chief henchman was still at large and she tracked him down. She saw him, wild-eyed, trying to unlock his back door. As he dropped his keys and picked them up frantically, Barbara went in through the front window and waited. When he turned on the light to his home, he saw her standing there and screamed. Barbara rushed over and clasped a hand on his mouth, her other arm placing an elbow in Mugsy's throat. "That's enough, Mugsy," she said. "I need information." "W-w-what do you want?" Mugsy said through Barbara's hand. She removed it cautiously and when she realized he wasn't going to scream she brought her hand down to her side. Her other hand was still up around Mugsy's throat. "Batman took down Scarface a few nights ago," Barbara said, lowering her voice an octave. "I need to know where he went after that." "I don't know, honest," Mugsy said quickly. "I'm going to stay far away from that lunatic after what he did to the boss." Barbara's eyes narrowed. "Why, what did he do to your boss?" "He fucked her pretty hard. I'm not sure if she'll walk right again," Mugsy said. 'Fucked her UP,' Barbara corrected him in her head. She was surprised; Batman usually tried not to rough up women too much if he could avoid it. Peyton Riley must have provoked him somehow, Barbara decided. "And you? What did he do to you?" Mugsy blurted out without thinking. "Oh I wasn't there, I was..." He caught himself. "WHERE?" Batgirl shouted, startling him. "I was... I was delivering something for Scarface. To the Penguin," Mugsy revealed. Now it was Batgirl's turn to be startled. The Penguin was one of Gotham's most formidable bosses because he was smart, careful, and not completely insane. Batman hadn't yet been able to get anything to stick to him. Now that he had a lead, Barbara knew he would follow it. Barbara thought for a second. It was now almost 4AM, too late to go check on the Penguin. She'd have to get started tomorrow night. She just hoped the trail hadn't run cold by then. Batgirl eased up and let Mugsy go. "Stay out of trouble," She said, before she turned and ran out of the apartment. Mugsy stayed propped up against the wall for a long time. *** Barbara returned to her modest brownstone house and tried to unwind after a long day. "Thank God I take the night shift at the library," She thought as she took off her tight leather suit. She hung it up for the night and slipped into a nightie. She stretched her arms high in the air and yawned. As she crawled into bed, she thought about what Mugsy had said regarding Batman and Peyton Riley: "He fucked her pretty hard." For some reason that stuck in Barbara's head as she drifted off to sleep. *** The next night, Barbara was out as soon as the last light of the Sun flickered and died. She quickly made her way over to the Penguin's casino still dressed in her civilian clothes; Barbara had figured it'd be easier to infiltrate a casino dressed as an attractive young woman than as Batgirl. She had even dressed up a little; gone was her normal sweater and skirt and instead was a form-fitting green dress. She had gracefully parried leering looks and awkward pick-up lines all day at work. As Barbara entered the casino, she remembered the layout that she had memorized in her head. Following the plan she had come up with earlier in the day, Barbara took 34 steps inside and looked to her right. An unassuming door was there, surrounded by ferns. It looked like it was actively trying to not draw attention to itself, which was exactly why Barbara knew that was where she needed to go. She dropped a tube of lipstick under a roulette table and began counting. 20, 19, 18... Barbara nonchalantly made her way towards the door. 12, 11, 10... A drunk pretended to brush against Barbara's body. His hand reached for one of her breasts. She was pretty sure she didn't break his wrist. 8, 7, 6... Barbara was just feet from the door. 3, 2, 1... A small explosion tipped the roulette table over on its side. Chips fell to the floor and there was a dash among the patrons for them. All the security guards ran over to restore order. Without breaking stride, Barbara quickly opened the door and stepped inside. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out her suit.* She found a small utility closet and quickly changed. *See? Easier to store in small places. *** She had expected more trouble getting into the Penguin's office. He was clearly off his game. Sitting at his desk, Penguin seemed engrossed with a bottle. When he finally heard Batgirl's footsteps he turned around in fear; he almost seemed to relax when he realized it was just Batgirl. 'Batman has clearly been here,' Barbara thought. "Oy, what do you want? Batman didn't cause enough trouble last night?" The Penguin said with lament. Barbara noticed a welt under his right eye. "Where is Batman?" Batgirl said menacingly. "The fuck should I know?" The Penguin said, barely monitoring Batgirl's movements. He popped 2 of something and took a drink of scotch. "Bastard comes in 'ere last night, wrecking up the place, knocks me out for no reason, and then manhandles my 2 assistants! Poor Tracey ain't been able to talk since, 'er throat is so raw." 'Batman loves that throat chop,' Batgirl thought to herself. Aloud, she said, "I need to find him. Tell me where he went after he talked to you." The Penguin chuckled softly to himself. "No idea. Doesn't matter too much now, though." Barbara stepped closer to the Penguin. "What does that mean?" "Don't you mind your pretty lil' head about it, Deary, it'll be over soon enough," Penguin replied with a chortle. Batgirl raised her hand but was stopped by a voice to her left. "I heard Mr. Cobblepot talking earlier. He called someone and set up a hit," the voice said. Looking to her left, Batgirl saw an attractive black woman. The girl pushed her glasses up on her face. "Shut up, bitch!" Penguin yelled out. Barely looking at him, Barbara kicked him in the face, hard. The Penguin tumbled out of his chair, knocked out for the second night in a row. A welt immediately began to form under his left eye to match the one on his right. Batgirl turned to face the assistant once again. "Where was this going to take place?" She said with urgency. The assistant shuffled nervously. "They didn't say where exactly. I think somewhere in Chinatown. I know it's going to happen tonight." "Did they say who the assassin would be? This is important." "I don't think so. I thought I heard the Penguin mention someone from Alice in Wonderland, which is weird because I haven't heard him reference that before. Something about the Cheshire Cat." Batgirl thought for a moment and then her eyes went wide. "Dammit." she whispered as she hurried for a window. "You better be gone by the time he wakes up," She said over her shoulder to the assistant. Batgirl crouched at the window, ready to jump, when the assistant called out to her. "Batgirl! Listen, can you do me a favor? If you find Batman, tell him 'Candy says hi.'" Batgirl gave the assistant a queer look and then, without responding, leapt into the night. *** Batgirl's lungs burned as she raced over towards Chinatown. She was exhausted but one name kept running through her mind, spurring her on: Cheshire. Batgirl had never crossed paths with the assassin before but Black Canary had, calling her the "2nd deadliest assassin in the world." Only Lady Shiva was deadlier. Cheshire was believed to be about Batgirl's age, in her mid-to-late twenties, but no one could be sure because no one had gotten close to her and lived. Batman was obviously the greatest martial artist Batgirl had ever known, but this assassin, with the element of surprise... Batgirl skidded across a rooftop and stopped. She peered around the surrounding area and saw one single rooftop door ajar. She hurried over to the door and quickly stepped inside. 'Hopefully this is the place,' She thought. She was in some sort of office building, clearly closed for the night, and she could scarcely see. There was no light besides the red din of the emergency exit signs. Barbara tiptoed until she arrived at a metal door that appeared to lead to a warehouse of some kind. Barbara suspected that Batman would retreat to a more open area if he were attacked. Taking care not to make any noise, Barbara cracked open the door and slipped inside. Barbara's suspicions about this being the place were quickly confirmed. She heard a male voice. It was groaning. A chill ran down Barbara's spine. Barbara quickly raced behind some boxes and tried to decide on an action. 'I'm going to have to move fast,' She thought. If Batman was injured he wouldn't be of much help and Barbara didn't think she could take Cheshire in a long fight. She crept closer to the noise and found herself behind a work bench. Glancing up, she could just make out a black figure lying on the ground. "Batman," Barbara whispered with alarm. A green figure seemed to be perched over him. Whatever she was doing to him, it was causing Batman to groan in agony. Barbara steeled herself and prepared to attack. She quickly stood up, prepared to jump over the work bench, and then... 'What the...?' She stopped. Batman was lying on his back, groaning hard. Cheshire was perched on top of him. She was sucking his dick. The assassin sloppily bobbed up and down on Batman's cock, her spit already running down the sides of his shaft. One hand was on the ground to support herself while the other was working Batman's shaft, furiously stroking him in time with her mouth. Batman had one hand in her hair, guiding her onto his cock. Whatever was going on here, it seemed to be happening willingly. Both Batman & Cheshire were lost in what they were doing, completely unaware that Batgirl was standing exposed just 15 feet away. Batgirl herself suddenly realized that she was exposed and quickly ducked back behind the work bench. She sat there, her mouth open in shock, trying to figure out what to do. Should she help Batman against his... attacker didn't seem like the right word now. Should she leave? Batgirl debated in her head on what to do as she slowly raised her head back up over the bench to get another look. As she did so, Cheshire pulled Batman's cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously. It was only then that Batgirl got her first look at Batman's cock. She gasped. She had always suspected that Batman had a big cock (deep down that's what she had hoped, anyway) but she never imagined it was THIS big. It seemed massive, even from 15 feet away, and was thick and veiny. Despite herself, Barbara began to feel hot. She bit her lip as she stared at Batman's cock. Cheshire broke Batgirl's trance. Still stroking Batman, she had slid her green panties down her long, muscular legs and was now perched over his dick. Then she spoke. "Remember our deal, Batman," She said. "I gave you the antidote to my poison so now you owe me a child. With our genes combined, this child will be a greater assassin that even Deathstroke himself!" Barbara was stunned. Batman, agreeing to give a mad assassin a child? If he wouldn't succumb to Talia Al Ghul's charms there's no way he would ever- "Oh yeah, totally," Batman said. Cheshire smiled and dropped herself onto Batman's dick. Batgirl was startled to see Cheshire take such a massive cock. She worked it in slowly and not without a little pain, but eventually she was dropping onto Batman's thighs as his cock was completely enveloped by her pussy. She bounced on his dick, her bountiful breasts swaying with the motion. Batman reached up and undid the belt holding together Cheshire's form-fitting green robe, exposing her tits. Cheshire took the robe off and threw it to the side. With a tinge of jealousy, Batgirl noticed that Cheshire was stunningly beautiful. She seemed to be Vietnamese, Batgirl guessed, and she had an amazing body. It was toned and firm but still feminine; strong enough to beat you in a fight, soft enough to seduce a man to his doom. Batgirl looked down at her own modest body with regret. She didn't look like that. 'I'll never get to feel Batman's big cock inside me,' She thought, surprising herself. Batgirl's hand drifted down to her waist as she thought about being in Cheshire's position: bouncing atop Batman's cock, being felt up by him, worshiped by him. She could almost feel it... Barbara stopped herself as she realized she was dipping her hand inside the break of her suit.'What are you doing?! She thought, mad at herself. She couldn't risk being weak at a time when Batman might need her help at any moment. She could get caught, she could get Batman caught, it was so risky... But in the end, Barbara couldn't help herself. Years of repressed sexual desire were flooding forth and she couldn't stem the tide. She removed the glove on her right hand, quickly dipped 2 fingers into her mouth to get some saliva on them, and reached into her suit. She quickly found her moist pussy and began to massage her clit. The feeling was extraordinary; Barbara had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She quickly built up her tempo and was soon furiously rubbing her mound. She stopped occasionally to stick a finger inside her pussy, savoring how wet it was. Glancing up, Barbara noticed that Batman had rolled Cheshire over and was now on top of her, thrusting himself deep inside her. Cheshire had her legs wrapped around him, welcoming him into her pussy. Batgirl leaned back and was soon lying on her back on the floor as well. She could just see under the work bench to view Batman fucking Cheshire. Barbara imagined it was her getting fucked, Batman's big cock filling her up inside, his muscular frame taking up her view, his hot breath on her neck. "Mmm," Barbara let a moan escape. She quickly clasped her mouth shut with her hand and stopped masturbating for a moment, afraid that she had given herself away. She watched Cheshire sit up slightly and say, "Did you hear that?" "What? No, nothing," Batman replied, never breaking his rhythm. Barbara breathed a sigh of relief and began to massage her pussy once again. If anything, the danger had made her hornier. She was quickly lost in the fantasy she had made up for herself: a midnight rendezvous on a rooftop, Batman's confession of desire for her, their passionate embrace. She never once thought of Batman as Bruce in her fantasy; she only desired Batman. As Barbara masturbated, she watched Batman lean over and grab Cheshire; then, with a mighty heave, he picked her up and began to carry her without his cock ever leaving her pussy. Barbara could only see Batman's feet now. She noticed with alarm that he was walking towards her. Shimmying closer to the work bench, Barbara became mortified that she'd be discovered like this. Batman dropped Cheshire onto the work bench. Cheshire's hair fell over the side of the bench, dangling directly over top Barbara. The heroine stifled a gasp, waited for Batman to call out to her, and then slowly realized that he couldn't see her from this position. She did all this without ceasing her hand from massaging her clit. Batman began fucking Cheshire, her hair bouncing over Barbara's head with every thrust. Cheshire was moaning hard now, begging Batman to cum in her pussy. Batman only grunted in reply. Barbara was furiously rubbing her clit, her eyes closed fantasizing about Batman. She was turning red to match her hair, flush with ecstasy, her mouth clasped tight to prevent another moan from escaping her lips. Finally, it hit her and an orgasm sent her body shaking. Every muscle in her body seemed to contract at once, then finally release in a wave of euphoria that filled her entire body. It took every ounce of her discipline not to cry out, and keeping silent seemed to intensify her orgasm. Her body shook from head to toe. Barbara had cum for the first time in a long time. Removing her hand from her suit, Barbara wiped her juices on her cape. Then she lied there, listening only to the sounds of the two lovers right above her head. She closed her eyes and sighed. Then, without even realizing she was doing it, she spoke. "Oh, Batman," She moaned, before throwing her eyes wide and once again clasping her mouth shut with her hand. "What was that?!" Cheshire said, shooting up once again. Barbara could see her head now, and Cheshire began to look around for the source of the noise. She started to look in Barbara's direction. Any moment she'd- Suddenly, Cheshire's head disappeared from view. She heard a mighty groan from Batman and then heard Cheshire cry out. "Wha... no, you're supposed to cum in my... ah, my eyes!" Barbara couldn't see what was going on but she pieced it together: Batman had cum in Cheshire's face. 'That's an... unconventional fighting tactic,' She thought. She heard Batman say, "Hopefully pulling out works!" and then heard footsteps towards a far door. Barbara glanced up, risking exposure, and saw Batman running out the door. Cheshire was still collapsed on the ground, naked, her face covered with sticky cum. She was blinking hard, apparently unable to see. She reached out, seemingly grabbing for her robe so she could wipe her face. Let's Be Batman Pt. 11 Barbara finally removed herself from her hiding space and crept closer to Cheshire. She could see cum dripping from Cheshire's chin down onto her firm breasts. Barbara cracked Cheshire on the head, hard, knocking her out. "Lucky girl," Barbara muttered to the unconscious assassin. Let's Be Batman Pt. 12 This character is based on their appearance on Beware the Batman because she was hotter in that. Enjoy! ***** Tommy groaned as he felt his cock sliding deep within her mouth. Grabbing her head, he pushed deeper, fucking her face. The woman didn't seem to mind. Tommy looked down and watched this blonde woman blow him. She sucked him greedily, her lips turning red from rubbing against Tommy's dick. Some spittle was dripping down and landing on her quilted costume. As she sucked his cock she tried to speak. "You know I don't want you to... (slurp) think that just because I'm doing this that... (slurp slurp) I won't kill you the next time I see you." Tommy didn't reply; he simply stuck his cock deeper inside her mouth. He began to cum, his semen ejecting into her mouth. She swallowed it easily, careful to get every drop. Tommy's heartbeat began to fall, his dick falling out of her mouth. It was slick with her spit. "Thanks for that, uh... Quilt Woman?" Tommy couldn't remember her name. She looked offended. "It's Crazy Quilt! The second one, actually," She said, proudly. Tommy stifled a laugh. "You mean there are two people that thought that costume was a good..." She glared at him from her knees. "Sorry," He said quickly. Just as Tommy was adjusting his cock back inside his suit, he looked up and saw the Bat-Signal. He knew he'd have to hurry. "Alright," He told Crazy Quilt, "Let's get you off to jail." A superhero's work was never done. *** Tommy walked timidly down the hall, half-paying attention to the person next to him. When he was shrouded in shadow, Tommy felt dark, mysterious, and dangerous. When he was in bright fluorescent lights, however, he felt... well, kind of stupid. And Arkham Asylum had a lot of bright fluorescent lights. Batman had been sent here by Commissioner Gordon because one of the inmates had barricaded herself in a section of the psychiatric facility, refusing to come out until Batman had brought her something "shiny." Dr. Leland, the middle-aged woman that ran the facility, was filling Tommy in on the patient's long history of mental illness: Tommy caught phrases like "Dissociative identity" and "obsessive-compulsive" but he couldn't quite grasp what she meant. As they walked, Tommy glanced at the inmates staring daggers at him through from their cells. A man with a thousand tattoo marks on his body, a... crocodile(?), a woman with green skin- '-Oh shit,' Tommy thought, trying to walk faster. Poison Ivy gripped her cell bars tightly as he walked past. In the next cell, a young blonde girl smiled at Batman. She waved and then brought her hand up to her mouth; she pantomimed a blowjob, pushing the side of her mouth with her tongue. Tommy seemed perplexed. 'I didn't capture Harley Quinn. If I didn't catch her, then who did...?' Dr. Leland snapped Tommy back to attention. "The patient has paranoid delusions brought on by trauma," Dr. Leland said. "So she's nuts, is what you're saying," Tommy synopsized. "Well... no," Dr. Leland responded, giving Tommy an odd look. "She's a very sick woman and needs our help. She's had unethical experiments performed on her that gave her two distinct personalities. She's not a monster." Tommy let out a soft, "Oh." He decided that maybe he shouldn't talk so much while he was here. "We've been trying to get through to her," Dr. Lincoln continued, "To show her that she's not the villain she thinks she is. She won't respond, though; the name 'Margaret Sorrow' is meaningless to her. All she responds to is-" A heavyset black man wearing a guard's uniform came running up, interrupting them as they walked towards the inmate's hiding place. He breathed heavily as he tried to relay news. "She's lost it, Doc," the man wheezed out. "The room's she's in has all the stuff we've taken off patients when they get admitted. She found her old suit and put it on. Luckily the talons she used to wear were destroyed. You're going to have your hands full, Batman." "I, uh, think I'll be okay. I'm Batman, after all," Tommy said with false bravado. "Yeah you are, man!" The guard said, smiling as he finally caught his breath. He talked to Tommy like he was an old friend. Tommy assumed Batman had helped this man before. Not wanting him to think him unfriendly, Tommy did what he did to his friends; he held his hand up for a high-five. The man's smile fell from his face as he held up his hand. Well, what used to be his hand. Now there was only a hook. Tommy froze, mortified. Suddenly, the man laughed. He tapped his hook lightly against Tommy's hand and said, "Haha, that was a good one, Batman!" Tommy laughed uneasily, pretending he was in on the joke. "Mr. Cash, please direct Batman to Ms. Sorrow's location," Dr. Lincoln said stiffly, not finding the joke all that funny. "And Batman," the psychiatrist stared hard at him, "Don't hurt her." Tommy nodded. In the back of Tommy's mind, he wondered if this inmate was hot. "So Cash," Tommy probed uneasily, "What am I in for?" "Man, this lady is something else," Cash replied. "One minute she's meek and quiet as a mouse, the next she's wild and dangerous. Plus she steals anything not nailed down, if it's shiny enough. Spoons, mirrors, SOMEONE'S KEYS WHEN THEY'RE NOT PAYING ATTENTION," Cash yelled the last part at a guard who was sitting forlornly in a corner. The man looked like he was going to cry. Finally, they reached their destination. Tommy couldn't see any windows to the room; he would have no idea what he was in for. Cash gave him an encouraging pat on the back. "Good luck, Batman," he said. Tommy muttered thanks and reached for the door. It was locked. "Hello? This is Batman. You called for me?" Tommy sounded uneasy. There was silence. Then, a deep, throaty voice responded. "Did you bring me something?" Tommy cleared his throat. "Yeah, I did. It's real shiny." More silence. Then Tommy could hear the soft click of the lock being undone. Tommy peered over his shoulder at Cash, who gave him an encouraging nod. Tommy began to open the door, then turned around and quickly asked Cash one last question. "Hey... who is this chick again?" Cash looked at Batman confusedly. "...Magpie. You put her in here." "Oh right," Tommy responded. He opened the door and slipped inside. *** The room was dark. Tommy squinted and waited for his eyes to adjust. Tommy had been wrong; there was one tiny window, facing out towards the Moon. It gave just the barest hint of light. The room was medium-sized with nothing in the middle; on every wall were large chain link lockers, used for storing the inmate's personal effects. What Tommy couldn't see was Magpie. Cautiously, he stepped into the room. He felt a rush behind him and heard the distinct clicking noise of the lock. 'No backup,' he thought. He searched for movement. It came as a blur. From the corner of Tommy's eye came a pale figure, faster than Tommy could react. It kicked him and sent him flying into a set of chain link lockers. Tommy was on all fours, trying to find his attacker. She slowly stepped closer to him and Tommy got a good look at her. "Holy shit," He muttered under his breath. She did NOT look like a magpie. Sure, she had pale white skin and was in a black get-up, but that's where it ended. This magpie was stacked. She had an hourglass body: nice big tits, tiny waist, round hips. Her hair was shock white ('Is that a wig?' Tommy thought) and her bangs cast her eyes in shadow. A feathered boa seemed to be wrapped around her neck. Her breasts were barely being held in by a tight leather bustier; they were spilling out of the top. Tiny black panties were stretched over her. Tommy guessed that her ass was bursting out of them. Thigh-high black leather boots completed the ensemble. Her heels must have been 4 inches high. For the first time, Tommy felt sorry for this girl. 'It's really too bad this chick is crazy,' Tommy thought, 'She should be doing porn. I can just imagine her on all fours-' "What did you bring me," Magpie demanded to know. Her words snapped Tommy out of his dirty thoughts. Laying his trap, he responded. "Uh, come closer and I'll show you," he said, trying to draw her in. "Show me first," Magpie said, her voice going even lower. Her voice was deep, scratchy, like she had spent a lifetime screaming. Tommy tried to creep closer as he talked. "It's right here," he said, seemingly bringing something out from behind his back. Magpie, skeptical, cautiously kept her ground. When Tommy was within arm's reach he lunged, grabbing Magpie's wrist. His other arm came out from behind his wrist with a pair of cuffs as he tried to detain Magpie. Magpie shrieked and tried to yank her wrist away from Tommy's but he had a firm grasp; he reached with his other hand and tried to get the cuff on her. He was so close... Magpie ducked underneath Tommy's hand and used her momentum to flip him onto his back, stunning him. Tommy tried to jump to his feet quickly and was given a sharp kick to the stomach for his troubles. The kick knocked him into the rows of lockers on the far set of the room. Magpie quickly closed the distance and grabbed Tommy by the throat. "That wasn't very nice," She hissed at him. Casually, she started to choke him, her fingers digging into the mask cover around his neck. Magpie squeezed but, as she glanced down, she suddenly stopped. She was staring at Tommy's belt. "Sh-shiny?" She said softly. Tommy breathed sharply while he could. "Go ahead, take it, I don't give a shit," He said. He just wanted to get out of there. Magpie reached down and grabbed Tommy's utility belt, gracefully undoing it and taking it from him. She held it up in the moonlight. Then she tossed it to the side, seemingly disinterested it. She went back to Tommy's midsection. Dropping down in a crouch, she tugged at his suit pants until they were around his knees. His hard cock ('I need to stop getting boners when I fight crime') bounced as it was released from its prison. His cock was still slightly slick with someone else's spit. "Uh, I can explain that," Tommy said. The cuffs were close; he knew he could reach them and probably capture Magpie while she was distracted. And yet... "Shiny, shiny," Magpie said with wonder as she stared at Tommy's cock. She stood back up and came closer to Tommy, grinding his stiff cock against her. "Your cock is exquisite," Magpie told Tommy. "I want it!" Tommy was happy to give it to her but he looked at the nearby door. He was fine using his unique skills to capture supervillains out in the street, where no one would be the wiser, but there were a ton of people just outside the door, waiting for him. Plus, he noted with genuine concern, she seemed to have actual mental problems. "Uh, maybe that isn't such a good idea..." Tommy said. Magpie's face suddenly looked pained. "But I want it!" She shouted. "Give it to me! Give it to me now!! GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT GIVE IT!!" She was throwing a fit. Tommy tried to calm her down. She was making too much noise. "Okay, okay, fine, take it. Jesus..." Magpie clapped quickly in glee and then turned around, beginning to grind her ass against Tommy's cock. Her panties barely covered her round ass ('I knew it!') and Tommy's dick was soon aching. Magpie shimmied her panties off and tossed them to the side with her boot. Then she backed up, reaching between her legs for Tommy's cock. Grasping it, she slipped it inside her. Magpie cooed as Tommy's dick rubbed against the walls of her pussy. Tommy was still pushed up against the locker so he couldn't move. Magpie took the initiative and began moving herself back and forth. She had her hands on her thighs and was throwing herself back forcefully, her ass slamming against Tommy's hips. Tommy reached down and grabbed onto her ass, using his arms to help her keep pace. Magpie took Tommy's entire cock inside her and squeezed her hips tight; she made a little peep as she did so. Then she straightened up so that she was standing, the back of her head hitting Tommy's chin. She reached her hands back and clasped them behind Tommy's neck; then she began moving her hips in a swirling motion, letting Tommy's shaft rub against the walls of her pussy. Both of them moaned at the sensation. Grabbing Magpie's hips, Tommy began to fuck her as best he could. It was so tight, though, that he could barely move his dick. The little thrusts he could make sent waves of pleasure through his spine. Magpie's too, as she began to shake slightly. Tommy was surprised she was cumming so quickly but she was, her clasped hands pulling on Tommy's neck as her whole body shook violently now, her deep, throaty voice letting out a violent moan. Tommy moved his hands to Magpie's tits now, yanking down her bustier and freeing her breasts. He kneaded them as she came and her orgasm seemed to intensify, her hands coming undone from around Tommy's neck. She leaned all the way forward and grabbed her ankles, giving Tommy a great view of her perfect, bubbly ass. Since he could no longer reach Magpie's tits he went back to her ass, clutching at it as he began to fuck her. Magpie groaned, barely recovered from her orgasm. Tommy's cock was now rubbing against the opposite wall of her pussy, one that had been ignored earlier. She seemed to like it, moaning as she held her ankles. Tommy didn't understand how she was keeping her balance ('Seriously, she should do porn') but he didn't care, roughly grabbing her ass and pumping quickly now. He was already spent from his first orgasm courtesy of Crazy Quilt that night but the view of Magpie's amazing body on his cock was quickly winding him up. Gingerly, he pushed Magpie off his cock. She turned around, surprised; she had been enjoying the new position. Batman grabbed her by the shoulder, her feathers ruffling in his hands, and gently pushed down. She compliantly got to her knees. Batman positioned his cock between her tits and squeezed them tight. Then he began pumping. His dick, wet with the juices of two different women now, slipped easily between Magpie's majestic tits. She used her hands to push her tits tighter around his dick, one arm wrapped completely around. His cock would peek out when he thrusted fully, rubbing against the feathers around Magpie's neck. It tickled him. When he pulled his cock back, it disappeared completely inside her bosom. Tommy breathed hard. "Batman's cum is the rarest treasure of all," Magpie said, looking Tommy directly in the eye. "I want it. Give it to me. I need to have it. Give me your cum. Give it give it give it give i-" Tommy complied, releasing a spurt of cum that hit Magpie on the bottom of her chin. Feeling him burst, Magpie released her tits around his dick and began jerking him, aiming his cock so that he came all over her tits. Wave after wave of his cum splashed on her tits. His cum was watery, devoid of semen after having cum earlier that night. Tommy grunted and leaned against the lockers. He was spent. Magpie released his cock and tried to look down at her tits. She rubbed them, spreading Batman's juices around them. One finger wet with his cum quickly entered her mouth and she savored it. Tommy looked down. The moonlight caught Magpie's tits just right and his cum caused them to almost glow. "Shiny shiny," Tommy whispered to himself. Without looking, he reached down to grab Magpie's head and have her suck the last little bit of cum out of his dick. He grabbed her hair and motioned forward but he was startled to find that her hair came loose from her body; Tommy looked down and realized he was holding her wig in his hand. Magpie noticed too and looked at the wig, startled. Her hands shot up to her head, her fingers running through her newly-exposed short black hair. It looked like it had once been shaved in parts but those parts had since grown back. Getting increasingly distressed, Magpie began to breath heavily. Tommy reached down to calm her but she shot up and backed away from his grasp, looking at him with fear. "I'm not... I'm not... who am I?" She glanced to her side and saw a small unbreakable mirror over top a sink. She saw herself, who she really was, and screamed. The door banged hard 3 times and then burst open. Two Arkham guards dressed in riot gear ran into the room. Dr. Lincoln followed. "What happened, we heard screaming... Ms. Swallow, are you alright?!" Dr. Lincoln ran to the villainess. Cash had followed Dr. Lincoln and found the light switch, illuminating the room. Dr. Lincoln stepped back in shock when she realized Magpie's condition. She looked at Tommy in wild-eyed confusion. "What did you do?!" She yelled. Tommy replied sheepishly. "Uh... therapy?" Dr. Lincoln huffed and turned her focus back to her patient. Magpie was on the floor, crying, and yanking the feathers off from around her neck. "I'm not Magpie," was all she could say. "It appears... it appears she's had a breakthrough." Dr. Lincoln said, surprised. Tommy looked over at Cash, who seemed bewildered. Trying to smile, Tommy gave him a thumbs up. Let's Be Batman Pt. 13 It happened accidentally. Tommy was engaged with two hoods in an alley, deftly parrying their attacks, when one of them managed to get a shot in right on his lower back. The gangster held up his hand in agony; he had punched Tommy right in the utility belt. Tommy knocked him out with a right cross, ending the hood's howls. The other quickly gave up and Tommy tied them both up for the police. As he did so, Tommy became aware of a beeping noise. Tommy looked around before realizing that the beeping was coming from inside his cowl. And it was getting more frequent. 'Is it a bomb?' Tommy worried. He thought about removing the cowl, risking exposure, before suddenly he heard an engine over top of the beeps. The engine was getting closer. The beeps got more and more frequent until they were basically one continuous noise. When that happened, it came into view: The Batmobile. "Holy shit," The still conscious hood said. Tommy told him to shut up and then stared. The Batmobile was every male Gothamite's 2nd favorite dream ride (after Catwoman) and Tommy was blown away. The vehicle was massive, tank-sized, but it was also sleek and stylish like a sports car. It was long & black, shiny like new, and the engine rumbled menacingly. It was beautiful. Tommy walked slowly towards the vehicle. As he did so, his cowl beeped again and then a center compartment slid open. It seemed to beckon to Tommy. He didn't waste a second and hopped right in. As Tommy slid into the driver's seat, he became aware of one thing: he had no idea how to drive this thing. The panel in front of him was lit up with buttons, all of them denoted with different functions. None of them said "Drive." Tommy looked at them, afraid to touch. He thought. 'This thing drove here to find me, maybe it can take me to wherever it came from.' Tommy was slowly forming an idea in his mind. The suit Tommy was wearing was getting rather worn and cut up from his frequent fights. He was down to 3 batarangs. He was, in fact, currently homeless. Maybe finding Batman's lair could solve all of these problems for him. "Maybe it's voice-activated," Tommy said to himself. "Take me to the lair!" Nothing happened. "Return me to the Bat, uh, hiding spot!" He tried. Nothing. "Umm.... home?" The car roared off into the night, bracing Tommy fast against his seat. The Batmobile seemed to be able to change street lights, as it never once slowed down or stopped. It roared through the streets of Gotham, twisting and turning expertly through the streets. Tommy clutched the arm rests on his seat and yelled, "Woooooooo!!!!" It was the most exhilarating ride of his life... well, except for the time with Roxy Rocket. At least this time he wasn't afraid of dying at any moment. The car/tank/wrecking ball zoomed through Gotham, suddenly bursting out of the city and into the surrounding area. Tommy noticed that they were leaving Gotham Proper and were now surrounded by trees. He quickly lost his bearings, as he was strictly a city kid, and eventually sat back and enjoyed the ride. The car eventually hit a straight away and Tommy noticed that they were heading towards a dead end. 'Oh good, we must be here,' Tommy thought, but he slowly began to notice that there was no "here." There was nothing. Just a rock wall that the car was quickly speeding towards. "Uh... stop," Tommy said. "Slow down," He said worriedly. "OH FUCK!!!" He screamed, throwing his hands up to shield his face as the car reached the rock. Tommy was expecting a crash but it never came. He looked through his fingers and noticed that he was now inside a tunnel, and then that tunnel opened up into a large cave. The car slowed, cut its engine, and opened it's driving compartment. Tommy slowly got out. "Holy shit, it's like a... Batmancave," Tommy said with wonder. Deep drop-offs loomed on either side of him. A small walkway led from the car's resting place to a large platform. Tommy began to walk towards it, his cowl beeped again, and everything became illuminated. A large computer with many screens flicked on and started up. Rows of Batman costumes were visible. Overhead, a plan seemed to be hanging. Some sort of training ground was visible in the far corner. "Holy shit," Tommy said again. The computer seemed to finish starting up. Its many screens showed black and then suddenly cut to a prerecorded video. It was Batman. The real one. "Hey, asshole in my suit: welcome. If you're as good an impersonator as I think you are you probably found the call signal for the Batmobile after a week or two..." Tommy swore. It had been 9 weeks. "...And now you're here. Thanks for shouldering the load for a little bit while I took a vacation. Now I need your help again. Superman and I have discovered a dangerous time rip that could destroy this universe and others like it. I need to repair it. While I'm gone, you're in charge. This mission is top-secret and I've taken steps to ensure that the only people who know I'm on it are you and Superman. Take care of Gotham and good luck. And kid..." Batman's eyes narrowed. "Don't fuck up." The screen faded to black. Tommy gulped. He had wondered why Batman hadn't shown back up yet. Now he knew. "Fuck me," Tommy said. Tommy wandered over to the computer. 'Maybe this can help me track down some, uh, evildoers,' He thought to himself. He sat down at the computer and tried to get to work. *** Tommy stared hard at the computer. While he had originally been looking for criminals currently active, he had been quickly distracted by the Super Database on Batman's computer. Thousands of clicks later, Tommy had found a picture database of the Justice League's activities. One picture in particular caught his eye: it was Supergirl Power Girl.Tommy ogled Supergirl's toned stomach and Power Girl's massive tits. Tommy looked around and then chuckled to himself. 'Of course I'm alone,' He thought. His hand trailed down inside his pants and grabbed his hard dick. He wrapped his hand around it... "Alert! Alert! Alert!" The computer sounded suddenly. Tommy's hand shot out of his pants and he held them both up into the air. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He shouted to no one. Slowly, he realized that the computer didn't care about him jerking off. One screen brought up a dossier while another placed a dot on a Gotham City map. Then the computer spoke again. "Subject: Livewire. Can bend electricity to her will. Can travel through electrical current. Can reach state of pure energy when excited, which changes her appearance." Tommy felt hot under his collar. He had battled villains, sure, but this one seemed so completely over his head that he wasn't sure how to defeat her. He hadn't even been fighting Wonder Woman and she had almost killed him. ('That ruled,' Tommy thought.) Tommy thought that maybe he should give someone else a call. The computer could probably do that, right? "Computer, plea-" "Livewire weaknesses," The computer continued, interrupting Tommy. "Can be incapacitated by getting her wet." Tommy paused and leaned back in his chair. 'So all I have to do is get this chick wet and she won't be able to use her powers?' Tommy was grateful that he seemed to have an avenue towards victory but he still wasn't sure just how he was going to do it. Plus, there was one more thing he had to check... "Computer," He said, "Show me a picture of Livewire." The computer instantly brought up a picture of Tommy's foe. She was tall and thin like a model. Unlike a model, she had grey skin and a shock of punky blue hair. Her eyes were almost totally white and she was wearing dark blue lipstick. Her tongue was out in the picture, licking her lips, almost as if she were savoring something. She was wearing what looked like a blue one-piece bathing suit (specially designed to conduct electricity, Tommy was sure) with a lightning bolt cutout down the middle that just gave off the barest glimpse of her supple breasts and toned stomach. Thigh high boots completed the ensemble. "Computer, I'm going to find Livewire," Tommy said almost instantly after he saw the picture. The computer responded. "Coordinates sent to the Batmobile GPS. Happy hunting." *** The Batmobile pulled up to Gotham Water & Power and Tommy got out. He stared in wonder at the destruction that surrounded him. Electrical towers were toppled, buildings were black with burns, and fences were flattened all around. It looked like a war zone. Tommy girded himself and took a step away from the Batmobile. Suddenly, a bolt of electricity cracked the ground in front of him, sending him flying back. He quickly gathered himself and looked up at the source of the bolt. "Sorry, Batman, didn't mean to shock you!" A tall, grey woman said as she floated to the ground. Livewire. She landed softly and struck a pose, sticking one leg out to the side and both hands up in the air. "Welcome to the main event!" She said, before laughing wildly. Tommy got up off the ground and set his feet towards Livewire. "You need to stop what you're doing right now," He said. He had practiced that line in his rear view mirror but ti sounded less convincing now that he was saying it to Livewire. She laughed again in response. "But I'm just getting started! Unless you think you can take "charge" of the situation," Livewire said. She waited for a reaction from Batman, frowned, and then followed up, "Get it? Like an electrical charge?" "Oh, yeah I got it," Tommy lied. He was too busy coming up with a plan of attack to understand Livewire's puns. He had decided while the Batmobile was driving over here that the best way to get Livewire wet was the same way he had gotten so many other supervillains wet. Tommy reached into his suit and pulled out his cock. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Livewire said, shielding her eyes with her hand. She peeked through her fingers and watched Tommy begin to stroke his cock. "I'm going to get you wet," Tommy said, his cock growing in his hand as he looked at Livewire. "Are... are you going to piss on me?" Livewire asked. "What?! No!" Tommy said, offended. "I'm, uh, going to get you horny to short circuit your powers," He continued. Livewire looked baffled. "Huh? I don't think that's how it... wait, did you think you could get me wet just by pulling out your dick?" Now it was Livewire's turn to look offended. "I'm not sorority girl that's going to drop to her knees when... wow, that thing is still growing, huh?" Livewire's offense slowly turned to curiosity. She dropped her hand from her face and stared openly at Tommy's cock. He was still pumping it slowly with his hand. Livewire adjusting her feet uncomfortably. "Look, I don't care how... how big you dick is, that's going to work on me," Livewire said, almost as if she were telling herself. Livewire reached up with her hand and began to fan herself. "...That is one big dick. Well I mean, there's no one around. I could always kill you after..." "NO," Livewire suddenly said, shaking her head as if overcoming a spell. She seemed to return to normal, or at least what normal was for her. "Nice try, Batman. That dick of yours is pretty impressive but let's see how well it conducts electricity!" Livewire sent a bolt of electricity square at Tommy's dick. It hit and Tommy waited for the shock. But it never came. Tommy looked around him, thinking that maybe Livewire had missed, but there was nothing. He looked up at Livewire, who seemed just as confused. "Guess your suit is grounded, huh? I probably should have guessed that. Oh well, I'll just have to kill you some other wa- Jesus Christ," Livewire suddenly said while throwing her hands in the air. Tommy looked down and noticed that his dick was fully erect now; apparently the electricity hadn't killed him but it had caused the muscles in his cock to constrict. His dick was standing high at attention, almost like he was saluting. The feeling was almost unbearable to Tommy, as he had never been THIS hard before. Livewire stared wide-eyed at Tommy's dick. A hand drifted slowly down the opening of her suit, a finger trailing from her breasts down her to her belly button. It paused just above her pussy, almost like the finger was debating on where to head next. "Get over here," Tommy told her. He knew he had her. Livewire walked over as if in a trance, never taking her eyes off his engorged member. When she got close to him she reached out for his dick; when she was inches away a tiny bolt of static electricity traveled and hit Tommy right on the head. He flinched and cursed, causing Livewire to laugh. In retaliation, Tommy roughly picked Livewire and threw her onto the hood of the Batmobile. Quickly removing a glove, Tommy bunched Livewire's suit to the side of her pussy and stuck 2 fingers inside her. Livewire arced her back as Tommy started fingering her, going 2 knuckles deep inside. He made a come hither motion with his fingers, bringing his fingers up against her g-spot every time he pulled his fingers out of her. Livewire slapped the hood of the Batmobile and let a deep moan escape her lips. With one hand inside her, Tommy used his other to fondle Livewire's tits, massaging one nipple and then the other. She arced her back more sharply, almost lifting her entire body off the hood except for her feet and the back of her head. Tommy responded by fingering her faster, pumping his hand inside her. His bicep burned from pumping back and forth but he kept it up, knowing that getting Livewire wet was the only way he could stop her. The villainess suddenly dropped her ass down to the hood of the car. She struggled to lift herself up, bringing her head close to Tommy's. With one hand she propped herself up while the other shot between her legs. She began massaging her clit, trying to match time with the fingers that were shooting in and out of her pussy. "I can't believe your stupid fucking plan worked," She managed out between groans into Tommy's ear. Tommy stuck both fingers deep inside her in response, causing Livewire to tense up. She began to spark and her skin turned from grey to a dark blue. Tommy started to pull his fingers out of her but Livewire grabbed his hand and forced him back inside. She went back to her clit and rubbed it furiously. Finally, she came. Great bolts of energy flew from her, running through both Batman and the car. Luckily, both were safe from her electrical impulses. A tree nearby was not so lucky and got split in two by a bolt. Livewire screamed as she came, her body bouncing up and down on the hood of the Batmobile. Tommy's fingers became flooded with her juices. Finally, Livewire calmed down and collapsed, almost falling off the hood before Tommy caught her. Her body returned to its normal grey shade. Tommy was confused. Although she was now soaking wet, Livewire was still conscious and apparently still had possession of her powers. Little jolts of electricity shot from her as the last waves of pleasure flowed through her body. "Hey, shouldn't you be...?" Tommy asked confusedly. Livewire didn't even open her eyes when she responded. "Just shut up and fuck me, you idiot," She said. Tommy shrugged and went to work. He flipped Livewire over so that she was stomach-down on the hood. Her legs were locked, long and straight, and her tits were pushed against the smooth metal of the Batmobile. Tommy rubbed the head of his dick against Livewire's cunt to get it nice and wet and then slipped it inside her. She took it gracefully, not groaning but instead sucking in sharply through her teeth. Tommy could feel her walls enveloping his cock. Slowly, he began pumping. Livewire's tight ass bounced wonderfully with every pump. One ass cheek was exposed due to her suit being pushed to the side and it jiggled with every pump. Tommy smacked it, causing Livewire to giggle with pleasure. She began pushing back on Tommy's dick, taking it deeper, while he continued to thrust. Livewire propped herself on her elbows and pushed back harder, almost pulling Tommy's dick completely out of her before ramming it as deep as she could take it. She was moaning loudly now, getting more and more into it. Tommy stuck his dick deep inside her and held it there, causing her to squeal. Livewire responded by bouncing up and down on her heels, giving Tommy the sensation that he was being jerked off by her pussy. It was all he could do to keep from cumming. He reached forward and grabbed Livewire by the hair, desperate for some measure of control. She let him pull her backwards and contorted her body so that she was looking at him upside down, her back arched in a severe angle. She was laughing. He finally pulled out of her, unable to take anymore. Livewire turned around and pouted for a moment before smiling wickedly. She knew she almost had him. Tommy threw her onto her back on the car once again, her legs high in the air. He roughly jammed himself back inside her pussy. "Oh my God I love your cock," Livewire said to the sky as she was once again filled to the hilt with dick. She grabbed the back of her knees with her hands to hold her legs high in the air, giving Tommy a straight shot into her pussy. He thrust wildly, gritting his teeth. Livewire's tits had both bounced out of her suit and she was almost hooting in pleasure. Her eyes were full of lightning. Tommy's breath came out in ragged gasps, his balls were boiling. He was going to cum. He pulled out and unleashed a massive torrent of cum onto Livewire. She screamed something about how he couldn't cum on her but Tommy didn't pay any attention; string after string of his hot, sticky cum flew onto Livewire's pussy, abs and tits. The semen sizzled as it hit her. Livewire screamed and suddenly began to convulse, shaking uncontrollably on the hood of the car. Tommy tried to stop, afraid of what was happening, but it was no use; he was still cumming. Finally, the last drop fell onto Livewire, immediately boiling as it hit her body. "Hey, are you.... hello?" Tommy asked nervously. 'What the fuck?' He thought. Livewire was unconscious. Tommy looked down at his dick, looked at Livewire, back at his dick, and suddenly he realized what had happened. "Oh, I needed to get her WET, not get her wet... I'm an idiot," Tommy said to himself. Let's Be Batman Pt. 14 "Batman, Batman, are you there? (cough cough) We need your help!" Tommy's eyes shot open and he leaned onto his side. He groaned and looked at his clock: it was early for him, barely 4PM. From his cot in the Batcave, he could barely see the screen on the computer. One screen was on, apparently videoconferencing with someone. The man was dark and bleeding. "Batman, are you there?" The man said again. As Tommy walked towards the screen, he could see that they were someplace foreign. The sky looked dark and white sand seemed to stretch on behind him. In the background the Earth was visible and- 'Wait, the Earth is visible? Is this guy on the Moon?!' Tommy thought. He quickened his pace and got a good look at the man calling him. He was wearing a green eye covering and his black face was covered in soot. Quickly putting on his cowl, Tommy touched the "Receive" button on the screen and responded. "Uh, this is Batman. How are you?" Tommy asked before wincing. 'Probably not the time,' He thought. "Batman! Thank God you're there. I don't know if my screen is working but this is Jon Stewart. We have a problem." The man coughed again, wincing as he did so. "What do you need?" Tommy said. "Supergirl has been exposed to some sort of black Kryptonite by Luthor. It's split her in two: one her good half and one completely evil. The evil one tore the Watchtower up pretty good and put me, Hawkgirl & Martian Manhunter out of commission. If the good one hadn't shown up... anyway, both of them are headed your way right now," The man finished and then breathed deeply, as if talking that much took a lot out of him. "Oh shit," Tommy replied, "...I mean, I understand. What do I have to do?" The man responded with his eyes closed. "I'm not sure. We think that if you can get the two to come to an agreement on something they may merge once again but I'll be honest, it's a long shot." A small explosion was heard somewhere off screen. "Look, Batman, I gotta go. Good luck." The screen flickered and turned black. Tommy stared at the screen. 'Two Supergirls,' The rational part of his brain thought. Supergirl was one of the most powerful beings on the planet, maybe even the most powerful because she had trouble controlling her powers as well as Superman. Now Tommy was supposed to subdue two of them long enough to figure out a way to get them to merge? This was a long way off from beating up on hoods in an alley. Finally, Tommy got up and got dressed in his suit. As he put on his gloves, the computer spoke. "Two powerful beings have been spotted on the waterfront," It said. "Kryptonite is being brought up from storage." A hole in the floor opened up and a heavy metal briefcase rose on a pedestal to greet Tommy. He gingerly opened it and peeked inside. There were rows of small gems; most were green, but some were red, silver, and one in the back seemed to be... periwinkle? Tommy weighed his options for a while and finally closed the case. "Can't risk it," He said, before realizing he was talking to a computer. 'I'm supposed to merge them, not try to injure them.' Tommy knew all about kryptonite's deadly effects from the award-winning reports that had been published in The Daily Planet a few years back. He was going to have to do this on his own. Tommy hopped into the Batmobile and headed off for the waterfront. As he drove, he tried to think of a strategy, or a plan, or something, but he couldn't. In the small, lizard part of Tommy's brain, all he could think about was, "Two Supergirls..." *** The Batmobile skidded to a stop at the docks and Tommy got out. Looking up into the sky, he could see two figures duking it out. Their blows were heavy, each one sending a shockwave through the air. One figure was blow and the other was black. Tommy noticed that both seemed to show a lot of skin. The blue figure rained blow after blow onto the black figure, sending her flying backwards with each strike. As Blue charged forward to attack, Black suddenly dodged and grabbed Blue by her cape. Black spun Blue through the air and threw her towards the ground below. Blue landed in what looked like a boathouse about 100 feet to Tommy's right. He crouched down low and ran over to her location. Tommy ducked behind pile of crab traps just as the blue figure was stumbling out of the wreckage. The black figure floated down to the ground and landed on the dock in front of Tommy. Tommy looked back and forth between the two combatants. 'Yup, two Supergirls,' He thought. Both girls were identical and both were amazingly beautiful. Tall, blonde, lithe and perky... everything, they were both everything a man could dream of. Each had two piercing blue eyes, perky breasts, tight stomachs and long, long legs. They were wearing similar outfits: a cutoff top that just barely reached over the bottom of their breasts, a short cape and a small, frilly skirt that was just long enough to deny the goal of many a leering eye. One figure's was the traditional blue and red that Tommy recognized from his, uh, research in the Batcave, while the others' was black and silver. Tommy guessed that she was the evil one. The good Supergirl circled to her right as she stared down her evil counterpart. "We both know the two of us can't coexist," She said. "Dark and Light can not occupy the same space." Dark Supergirl laughed. "Well then I guess I'll just have to destroy you!" She shot red lasers from her eyes at Light Supergirl, who responded in kind. The lasers hit each other and dueled, each trying desperately to outmuscle the other. It was no use, though; they were both matches for one another. Finally, they stopped. "I guess we won't be able to settle this as a test of physical might," Light Supergirl said, a smile forming on her lips. Dark Supergirl scowled. Suddenly, she looked to her right. She was looking directly at the crab pots Tommy was hiding behind. "Well look who we have here," Dark Supergirl said. Tommy froze in place. Tommy remembered that Superman and his clan could see through things like crab traps. "Dammit," He muttered. Dark Supergirl moved faster than Tommy could see and threw the crab pots into the ocean. She reached out and grabbed him by the neck, pushing him up against the wall of the boathouse. He was barely able to keep his feet on the ground and it became hard for him to breathe. "You know, we share all the same memories," Dark Supergirl said, a smile forming on her lips. She seemed to have a plan. "And fantasies. We've always had a crush on you, Batman." Light Supergirl's face shot up in surprise and she tried to rush forward. Dark Supergirl looked at her and tightened her grip around Batman's neck. Light Supergirl stayed where she was. "We haven't been fucked since we came to Earth, did you know that?" Dark Supergirl continued, smiling wickedly. "We think everyone's afraid of what Superman would do if he heard our moaning through the air. But Superman's not around right now, is he?" "Urkh... what?" Tommy struggled out. It was hard to breathe with Dark Supergirl's hand around his neck. "Leave him alone! We don't need to be... just leave him alone!" Light Supergirl cried out. Dark Supergirl laughed. "You prude," She spat at Light Supergirl. Looking down, Dark Supergirl's turned a different shade of blue. She seemed to be examining something. She gasped and looked up at Tommy, smiling. "We didn't think you had any superpowers, Batman! I think this counts," She said, reaching out and grabbing his groin. She kneaded it in her hand before clenching her first tight around his cock. Tommy groaned. She reached down and pulled down the pants of Batman's suit, springing his cock forth from its resting place. It was semi-hard. "Fuck," Dark Supergirl said with delight. "Jeepers," Light Supergirl gasped, her hand shooting up to her mouth. "Maybe we can't settle our little squabble with through fighting," Dark Supergirl told her better half, "So maybe we can settle it a different way." Dark Supergirl slowly released her grip on Tommy's neck and dropped down to her knees. "Hey, what are you... don't do that, that's not nice!" Light Supergirl shrieked. Dark Supergirl looked at her light counterpart with wicked abandon and then took Batman's cock into her mouth. She took him slowly, teasingly, letting a small amount of spit drip down from her mouth and onto Tommy's shaft with his cock still in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head of his dick while she started stroking him. "God, you are such a slut," Light Supergirl said, standing ten feet away with her arms crossed. She looked at Tommy with reproach. "I can't believe you're letting her do this." Tommy shrugged. "I mean, what can I... ungh... do? It's the best way to prevent collateral damage," Tommy said. He tried not to smile, but it was hard. One Supergirl was down on her knees sucking his dick while another tried to shame him for it. 'Being Batman is the best shit ever,' He thought to himself. Dark Supergirl looked Tommy with his cock in her mouth. She smiled around it, tickling his perineum with her tongue. Still stroking him, she popped the head of his dick out of her mouth and spoke. "Don't mind her, she's just jealous that your cock isn't in her mouth right now. We love sucking dick," Dark Supergirl said, before lifting Tommy's cock up and giving him a long lick from shaft to tip. Tommy sighed. "What?!" Light Supergirl said, her eyes wide. "No I don't. ...Well okay maybe a little, but this is neither the time nor the place!" "Seems like a... fuck... good time to me," Tommy managed to get out. He reached with his hand and tapped Dark Supergirl on the back of the head. She compliantly took him deeper, his cock going deep inside her throat. Her hands at her sides, Dark Supergirl began to fuck his cock with her throat. Tommy groaned as he grabbed the sides of the evil manifestation of Supergirl (he thought, he still wasn't quite clear on that part) and began to fuck her throat roughly. Dark Supergirl bounced as she took in him in her mouth, hitting her heels with her ass every time she took him out of her mouth and sitting straight up when the cock was in her throat. Her eyes closed tightly as she felt Batman's dick in her esophagus. Spit was coming out of Dark Supergirl's mouth, dripping down her mouth and onto her black top. She reached up and rubbed her hand in it, getting it onto her fingers; then her hand disappeared under her skirt. A moan escaped her lips, reverberating around Tommy's cock. He groaned and pushed her deeper onto his dick. Dark Supergirl finally pushed herself off Tommy's cock. She looked mischievously at Light Supergirl and started to laugh. Tommy glanced over and noted with shock that Light Supergirl's had also trailed down underneath her short skirt and was slowly massaging herself. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip. She slowly opened her eyes and saw two watching her; her hand shot away from her pussy. "Haha, I guess I'm not the only half of us that's a slut," Dark Supergirl said, her tongue occasionally flicking out and just barely touching the tip of Tommy's dick. Light Supergirl looked horrified. "I am NOT a slut," She said defiantly. A small trail of her juices trailed down her leg. Tommy tried to think, which was difficult with one Supergirl's flicking tongue on his dick and the others' dripping juices. That one guy had mentioned that he might be able to merge these two if he could get them to agree on something. One thing they definitely seemed to agree on... "Get the fuck over here and suck my dick," Tommy ordered Light Supergirl. "BATMAN," She said, her eyes wide in shock. "I can't believe you'd say that, and with such language!" "Look: Good, Evil, both of you like to suck cock. It's the 21st century, good girls are allowed to give blowjobs. You obviously want to, so get the fuck over here and suck my dick," Tommy said. Both Supergirls looked at him, surprised. Then they looked at each other. Finally, they both shrugged and Light Supergirl walked over. She walked directly in front of Tommy and stared him straight in the eye. Then she slowly dropped to her knees. Without breaking eye contact, she took his cock into her mouth. She sucked him softly, sensually, much differently than her darker half. Each bob onto his dick was coupled with a stroke with both hands rotating around his cock in a corkscrew motion. She was still looking him in the eye while she did this. The feeling was extraordinary and it was all Tommy could do to keep from cumming right there. Right when he felt like he was going to burst, Light Supergirl took his cock out of her mouth. She smiled, her teeth gleaming white. "I guess that good girls can su-" "Okay, that's enough. Show him your super throat," Dark Supergirl said, her hand grabbing Light Supergirl's hair and forcing her deep onto Tommy's cock. Tommy felt Light Supergirl's tongue flick against his balls as her mouth enveloped his cock. While Dark Supergirl shut her eyes tight while she throated him, Light Supergirl kept her eyes wide open in surprise. Tommy couldn't decide what was hotter. Dark Supergirl moved herself so that she was behind her kinder counterpart. With one hand still forcing Light Supergirl on Tommy's dick, the other reached around and slipped between Light Supergirl's thighs. Tommy once again felt a moan reverberate around his cock. He gasped and struggled not to cum. Not yet, anyway. Finally, Dark Supergirl released her grasp from around Light Supergirl's head. Light Supergirl threw herself off Tommy's cock and fell backwads onto her ass. Spittle dribbled down her chin and onto her light blue top. She glared at her evil half. "You... you jerk!" Light Supergirl said, struggling with effort to come up with an insult. "Shut up, bitch" Dark Supergirl retorted. Both raised their fists to strike. "Girls, girls," Tommy said, his hands raising up to call for calm. "Don't fight. Why don't you just let me fuck you instead?" Both parts of Supergirl stared at each other. Light Supergirl said, "Well, that does sound kind of fun..." Dark Supergirl nodded. "I do like getting fucked..." Light Supergirl quickly floated into the air and flipped herself around, landing on her hands and knees in front of Tommy's cock. "Me first!" She yelled. Dark Supergirl scowled. "Why do you get to go first?" Light Supergirl's ass wriggled invitingly in front of Tommy. "Because Batman likes me more," She said haughtily "I like you both equally," Tommy said as he flipped Light Supergirl's flimsy skirt up onto her back. She was wearing cotton red panties that seemed soaked through. He roughly yanked them down, keeping her legs locked close together. He rubbed his cock against the outside of her pussy and then shoved himself inside. Light Supergirl squealed as Tommy's dick invaded her pussy. She seemed to tense up and Tommy worried that his dick might break in half; he had almost forgotten that these two were both immensely powerful beings. After a few agonizing seconds, Light Supergirl relaxed and Tommy was able to thrust himself deeper inside. Reaching forward, he grabbed Supergirl's cape and used that for leverage to fuck her deeply, his cock entering all the way to the hilt. Supergirl dipped her head low and welcomed Tommy inside. "Face down, ass up," Dark Supergirl said softly. She was still on her knees and had one hand underneath her skirt. It looked like she was finger fucking herself but Tommy couldn't be sure. She leaned over and with her free hand gave Light Supergirl a firm smack on the ass. Light Supergirl moaned hard and wiggled her ass. "See, Batman? Good, bad, we just like getting fucked. Don't we, you little slut," Dark Supergirl said. She directed the second part to Light Supergirl and gave her another spanking, this one so hard it seemed to cause a small shockwave. The vibration ran through Tommy's dick, almost sending him over the edge. Dark Supergirl now kneaded Light Supergirl's tight little ass, stopping occasionally to smack it. Slowly she worked her way towards the center of her ass and looked up at Tommy, smiling with relish. She stuck her finger in her mouth, getting it nice and wet, and then stuck in up Light Supergirl's asshole. "Whaaaaa-aaaahhh!!' Light Supergirl screamed, her head shooting up from the dock in surprise. "Stop... I'm not... oh my god," She dropped he head back down to the dock, moaning. "We love it in our ass, Batman," Dark Supergirl said mischievously. Light Supergirl didn't bother countering; she was too busy moaning. Dark Supergirl stuck her finger deeper inside Light Supergirl's asshole, down to the second knuckle, while Tommy matched her by sticking his cock in to the hilt. Light Supergirl moaned hard. Dark Supergirl removed her finger from Light Supergirl's ass; reaching down, she grabbed Tommy's cock and pulled it from Light Supergirl's pussy. Then she positioned his dick directly above and towards Light Supergirl's waiting asshole. Spittingt to provide lubricant, Dark Supergirl then pushed Tommy inside Light Supergirl's ass. Time seemed to stop right at the moment the head of Tommy's dick popped into her asshole. All three of them made noise: Tommy groaned gruffly and threw his head into the sky; Light Supergirl moaned from her chest and it quickly converted into a scream; and Dark Supergirl cackled before cooing as her still-present hand worked harder underneath her skirt. Tommy thrusted himself inside one Supergirl's ass while the other reached over and lifted the top of another, freeing her tits. He groped them roughly, which seemed to drive Dark Supergirl wild. His hand wrapped around Light Supergirl's cape, gripping it tightly so he could shove more of his cock inside her ass. She was moaning deeply and consistently, her pitch slowly getting higher and higher. Her body started to shake. Tommy noticed with just a little bit of terror that she was going to cum. Tommy remembered the sensation when Wonder Woman had cum with him inside of her. It had almost ripped his dick off, and she was an experienced superheroine. He worried what this younger, less-experienced heroine would do to him. Tommy also noticed with alarm that Dark Supergirl's moans were also becoming higher pitched. Both Supergirls were flush and their hair was damp with sweat. They were both about to cum. Right as Light Supergirl began to cum, Tommy tried to pull out. It was too late, though, and Light Supergirl's muscles tightened around his dick. Both women shook violently as they came; Dark Supergirl hunched over on her knees, putting a hole in the dock when she slapped it, while Light Supergirl balled her fists together and drove her face deeper into the hard wood below her. Tommy, meanwhile, was trying not to cry out. His dick was completely pinched off inside Light Supergirl's ass, all the blood in his cock unable to flow. He brought Light Supergirl's cape up to his mouth and bit it, trying to cope with the pain. Finally, after what seemed like an agonizingly long time, the muscles around his dick relaxed. Tommy pulled his dick out of Light Supergirl's asshole with a whimper. He closed his eyes and tried to breathe through the pain. "My turn now," He heard. His eyes opened slowly and saw Dark Supergirl's smiling face looking at him. "Okay," was all he could reply. He worried about his dick. Dark Supergirl shoved Light Supergirl over to the side and Dark Supergirl took her place, lying on her back. She lifted her legs into the air and shimmied her dark black panties up off her legs. Tommy sighed and stuck his cock at the entrance of her ass. He hesitantly pushed his way inside. Dark Supergirl moaned as Tommy pushed his way inside. His cock was enveloped with a familiar feeling and it instinctively twitched. He grabbed onto the sides of Dark Supergirl's skirt and began thrusting. Dark Supergirl moaned in response, her hands holding her tits as they bounced with every thrust. Let's Be Batman Pt. 14 Light Supergirl finally recovered from her earth-shaking orgasm and stared jealously at the scene before her. She crawled over and lifted her leg, placing herself over top her evil counterpart, facing Tommy. She sat down onto her double's face and quickly began to moan. Tommy struggled. He struggled to fuck this tight ass he was inside, he struggled to keep from cumming, he struggled to figure out if it was he was seeing made Supergirl bisexual or not.* He gritted his teeth and shoved himself until he was balls deep in Dark Supergirl's ass; the thrust caused both girls to moan. *I mean, she is eating out another girl... but that other girl is, well, herself... more research needs to be done. With alarm, Tommy could see them both begin to shake once again. He began to fuck faster, hopeful that he could make himself cum before they ruined his dick for life. The scene before him helped him out greatly. Dark Supergirl's bouncing tits, her mouth working Light Supergirl's pussy, all while Light Supergirl bit her lip and moaned helped get Tommy to the edge. But it was too late. Both Supergirls began to cum again, this time shorter but with no less impact. Light Supergirl came first, her pussy flowing onto Dark Supergirl's mouth. The evil one followed suit, her hips bucking up and down and taking Tommy with them. She didn't clench her asshole quite as tight but the sensation still left Tommy fighting a whimper. He pulled his cock out of Dark Supergirl's asshole, holding it like you'd hold a baby bird. Both women eventually calmed and the color ran from their cheeks. Light Supergirl lifted herself off Dark Supergirl and collapsed onto the ground. Dark Supergirl lazily propped herself up to her elbows and spoke to Batman. "We want you to cum," She told him. Light Supergirl nodded in agreement. "I, uh, I'm not sure that I..." Tommy trailed off. He was pretty sure he had a bruise. "Don't you want to cum on us, Batman?" Light Supergirl asked sweetly. "Do you want to cum on our face? You can cum on our face." Dark Supergirl licked her lips seductively at this. Tommy's cock ached from 2 separate sensations. "I just don't thi-" "DO IT," Both Supergirls said at once. Tommy picked himself up and got onto his feet. Then he began to stroke himself. The pain and pleasure mixed into something Tommy had not felt before. The two Supergirls collected themselves onto their knees and sat next to each other. Dark Supergirl reached over to her lighter half and freed her breasts from her top, lifting it up so that both breasts fell freely. Both of them took their breasts in their hands and began fondling them; Light Supergirl toyed with her nipples and traced her fingernails along the contours of her breasts, while Dark Supergirl groped herself roughly. They both spoke to Tommy. "Please, Batman, I've been such a good girl for you. Don't you think I deserve your-" "-Hot, sticky cum all over my little whore face. Degrade me, treat me like your-" "-Perfect angel." Tommy finally overcame the pain and began to cum. He groaned harshly as a torrent of cum erupted from his dick. Wave after wave splattered onto the Supergirls in front of him, hitting them in the face. A ropy string of cum landed from Light Supergirl's hair to her right cheek, covering her eye. She squeezed it tightly. Dark Supergirl laughed as she was showered in cum, her mouth open to collect as much as she could. When a dollop landed directly on her tongue, she closed her mouth and swallowed it greedily. Tommy felt weak at the knees as the final drop of cum fell from his dick and landed on Light Supergirl's right breast. Both girls giggled. "I love getting fucked," Dark Supergirl said. "Well, I guess we found one thing we can both agree on," Light Supergirl replied. Suddenly, a flash of light enveloped the two women. Tommy shielded his eyes and tried to see what was happening. He could barely make it out but he could see the two figures at the center of the flash being morphed into one. The light shone brighter, forcing Tommy to turn away. A shockwave staggered him and he could sense the light dying out. When he looked again, there was only one Supergirl on her knees before him. She was wearing a blue suit. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh good, it looks like you're back to normal," Tommy told Supergirl, holding his hand out to lift her up off her knees. "Wha... what happened?" Supergirl said, holding her head. Her hand drifted to her face and she touched the liquid that was covering her face. "What is this? Must be some sort of residue from whatever happened to me." She grabbed her cape and used it to wipe the sticky substance off. "Uh..." Tommy tried to think quickly. "Yeah, that's exactly it. Lex Luthor hit you with some sort of kryptonite that split you into two parts. I was able to combine them back together." "Oh..." Supergirl said, still shaking the cobwebs off. "Thank you, Batman. I knew I could count on you." "No problem. Are you going to be okay?" Tommy asked. "Yeah," Supergirl replied. "I'll be fine. I'll head to the Watchtower to get checked out. You should go, I'm sure your city needs you." Tommy nodded, trying not to notice that Supergirl's cape was now stuck together. "Okay, I'll see you later!" Tommy said too loudly before turning and heading back towards the Batmobile. He didn't turn around to look at Supergirl again. It's too bad that he didn't; if he had, he would have noticed the wicked smile on her face before she shot off into the sky. Let's Be Batman Pt. 15 Barbara shook violently as her 3rd orgasm overtook her, the sensation wrenching her body. She writhed on top of the shipping container, moaning loudly. She didn't think anyone was around besides the 3 figures 200 yards away (and they were a little preoccupied right now) but even if there were, she wouldn't care. She was lost in her own world, the one where Batman was fucking her. After the orgasm passed she could barely move. She couldn't even turn onto her side to watch Batman finish off the two Supergirls in front of him. She simply turned her head. She watched Batman shoot a giant load onto the face of the two superheroines, stream after stream of cum landing on their faces. Something happened and Barbara had to turn her head from a blinding light; when the light disappeared, there was only 1 Supergirl. "Huh," was all Barbara could say. She could barely register surprise. Batman and the 1 Supergirl talked and then Batman got into the Batmobile and left. As she watched Batman drive away, Batgirl became awash with shame. She felt dirty every time she did this. While she was in the throes of passion she was thinking about Batman; afterwards, all she could think about how disappointed Bruce Wayne would be in her. Batman was the object of her lust but Bruce... Bruce was like a second dad to her. She could never think about him that way. 'But what right would he have to talk?' She thought. Bruce had apparently abandoned the discipline he had instilled in her for years and was now gallivanting around town fucking anything that wore spandex. What was he doing? What was his plan? The most frustrating thing for Barbara was that she couldn't talk to him. Or, deep down, didn't want to. If she did then Bruce would know that she had been watching him and he'd give her the same disapproving look he gave her when she had accidentally allowed the Deadshot to slip past her perimeter. She'd die before she'd disappoint him like that again. Barbara adjusted her suit and picked herself off the shipping crate. As she headed back into the center of town, she wondered what else Bruce had been keeping from her. 'He definitely never told me about his massive cock,' She thought, smiling to herself. It was funny; one of her mom's girlfriends had a dalliance with Bruce long ago and Barbara remembered overhearing her tell her mother that Bruce only had an average size co- Barbara froze. Suddenly, everything began to come together. The change in behavior, the new hunting patterns, his 'unorthodox' fighting style, it all made sense. "Batman's not Bruce," Barbara whispered to herself. Barbara suddenly kicked into action, running across the roof she was on as she typed something into her wrist computer. Every member of Batman's crew had access to the Batmobile's GPS just in case they need a quick escape. For weeks the Batmobile had sat dormant but now it was jetting across Gotham. It was heading for the Batcave. *** Tommy couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced behind him, searching the Batcave for any sign of movement. As near as he could tell, there was nothing. The cave was covered in evidence of Tommy's habitation. Clothes hung here and there, draped over a workbench or a display case showing off a quarter. Tommy had brought his most expensive possession, a mini-fridge, and had kept it stocked with beer and instant meals. He had traded his 2nd most expensive possession, an old computer, for a microwave and some cash. Everything else was the stuff you usually see in a mid-20's bachelor apartment: stacks of DVDs, unwashed plates stacked in a corner, wadded up tissues piled up high in a waste basket. It was home for Tommy. The only problem was lack of a good sleeping area. The former Batman, wherever he was, didn't seem to place a high priority on sleep; all he had was a small cot tucked away under a rock overhang. There wasn't even a pillow. After coming home from his Supergirl adventure Tommy had an hour of fitful sleep before giving up and heading over to the computer. Tommy turned his attention back to the computer he was sitting in front of. The computer was a marvelous thing: it could run DNA samples, diagnose injuries, track a variety of villains and their hideouts, etc. The most amazing thing about it, in Tommy's opinion was its ability to instantly hack into any website in the world. Tommy could go anywhere but right now he was focused on one site in particular: gothamsluts.com. Tommy had never been able to afford the site before but now, with the computer, he could- "This place is filthy, you know," A voice sounded out from the darkness. Tommy stood up quickly, shielding the monitor. He reached behind him at slammed at the "Escape" key, which took the monitor back to its main screen. Tommy still couldn't see anyone. He looked over by the Batmobile, the library, the dark shape in the corner, the- "Who's there?" Tommy cried out to the shape. He balled up his fists and assumed a fighting stance. "I'm Batman, you know! I could easily destroy you with my, uh, my karate moves!" "You are not Batman," The voice said. Slowly the figure came into the light. Tommy stared and slowly dropped his fists to his sides. "Batgirl...?" Tommy said in amazement. Batgirl stepped fully into the dim light of the Batcave. The light reflected off her suit, making her almost glow. The suit hugged tightly to her curves, giving Tommy a full view of every contour of her body. She had dark red hair that hung past her shoulders. A cowl just like Tommy's covered her- 'MY COWL,' Tommy thought with alarm. His face was exposed. He ran over to his costume and reached for the cowl. He never grabbed it, though; Batgirl had followed him and wrenched his arm hard behind his back. She shoved him up against a rock wall, twisting his arm. "Where is Batman???" She yelled. Tommy felt like his arm was about to come out of his socket. "I don't know!" Tommy cried out. He lifted onto hip tiptoes to try and reduce the torque on his arm. "Don't lie to me!" Batgirl yelled even louder. Tommy was shocked that she could sound so fearsome. "What did you do with him???" "Ah, fuck! Look, I don't know where he is! I found this suit and I just started dressing up like him! I found this place like a week ago and Batman had a recording saying he had to go into another dimension or some shit! Now let go of my fucking arm!" Tommy felt like his arm would break at any moment. Suddenly, the pressure on his shoulder relaxed. Batgirl released Tommy's arm and Tommy turned around, rubbing his shoulder. "What the fuck, lady?" He asked. "Sorry," Batgirl said. She looked down awkwardly, all the terror in her voice gone. "I've just been looking for him for a while now and I don't know you and-" "Look, it's cool," Tommy said. "I wish I knew where he was, honest." Batgirl squinted at Tommy, eying him suspiciously. "So you're just a regular guy? You're not some elite special forces assassin or something? Why would Batman choose you to replace him?" Tommy shrugged. "I have no fucking clue. Like I said, I found a suit one night and put it on and then all of a sudden it's ___ months later and I'm fighting crime. I have no idea what I'm doing." "So you're just some random guy... who dresses up like Batman..." Batgirl looked down, seemingly lost in thought. When she looked back up at Tommy, her expression had changed. Her eyes seemed different. Her lips parted, slightly. Her cheeks seemed to get redder, highlighting the small freckles that dotted each cheek. She walked back to Tommy's cowl and grabbed it. She threw it at him. "Put that on," She commanded. "...Huh? Why do you want me to-" "Just put it on," She interrupted him. Tommy stared at the cowl, then at Batgirl, then finally started to put the cowl on. He pulled on tight over his face and looked at Batgirl. "There, I put it on, are you ha... hey, are you okay? Why are you looking at me like that?" Batgirl pounced, jumping into Tommy's arms. Tommy was barely able to stay standing, stumbling backwards into the rock wall behind him. He used the wall to balance himself, lifting Batgirl up higher so that he was holding her in his arms. Batgirl's legs wrapped around him and knotted themselves behind his back. "What the fu- hmmm!!" Tommy said, his sentence cut off by Batgirl's tongue invading his mouth. She kissed him passionately, moaning into his mouth, while her tongue flicked this way and that inside his mouth. Tommy's eyes were wide with surprise and he was barely able to kiss back. Finally he began to respond; he wasn't sure why Batgirl was attacking him like this but he wasn't going to turn down the opportunity to get down with someone like her. Tommy had Batgirl comfortably in his arms now and while the y kissed he searched for something to rest her on. He began to walk towards the computer desk, straining to see where he was going while still kissing Batgirl. When he reached it he threw the computer chair backwards and roughly deposited Batgirl onto the desk. Batgirl stared at Tommy hungrily. She tugged at her suit leggings, pulling them down with her panties past her knees. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her pussy was incredibly wet. Tommy yanked down the zippers on her boots and pulled them off before tugging off the leggings the rest of the way. He threw them behind him and got down to his knees. Carefully, almost gingerly, he kissed Batgirl on her slit. She moaned in response. Tommy kissed her again, harder this time, his lips pressed hard against hers. She moaned harder and placed her hand on the back of his head. He pushed his way inside the folds of her pussy with his tongue and slowly began lapping in long, slow strokes. "Jesus Christ," Batgirl breathed, grabbing Tommy by the ears of his cowl. She directed his mouth higher, placing his tongue directly on her clit. He pushed his tongue against it and then twirled it around, sending shivers down Batgirl's spine. She moaned and pushed his head harder into her pussy, his tongue grinding against her. Tommy was having trouble breathing with the cowl on but he guessed that Batgirl didn't care at this moment. "Batman is eating my pussy," She seemed to be telling herself, moaning it over and over again. Tommy continued to go to work, using his tongue to massage Batgirl's damp pussy. He quickened his pace, moving his tongue as quickly as he could. His jaw began to ache but he didn't stop. He couldn't stop, not with Batgirl's hands holding him down. He simply kept eating her pussy. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Batgirl moaned, her voice getting higher with each utterance. Her arm muscles contracted, holding Tommy fast to her. He could barely move his tongue, he was being held so tightly, and he couldn't breathe. He redoubled his efforts and hoped he could last longer than Batgirl could. Batgirl was almost squeaking now, screaming "Batman" over and over again. She lifted her ass off the desk, taking Tommy's head with her, and there was a moment where there was no sound, no movement. Finally, Batgirl crashed back to Earth with a triumphant moan as the orgasm pulsed through her. Tommy finally had some more movement and he sucked on Batgirl's clit, causing her to buck her hips and scream louder in response. Finally, her orgasm dissipated and Batgirl removed her hands from Tommy's head. He flicked his tongue inside her, causing her to twitch. She tried to roll away, almost as if the sensation was too much for her. She was breathing heavily. Finally, she spoke. "Fuck," was all she could say, her eyes closed and her lips formed in a contented smile. "I haven't cummed like that in a long time. I think we may need to do tha- ooooOOOOHHHH!!" Tommy didn't let her finish her sentence; he dove back down between her legs and ground his tongue hard inside her. She tried to move away, the sensation was overwhelming, but Tommy wrapped his arms around her legs to keep her in place. She leaned forward, grabbing the back of his head for support, and screamed. A second orgasm piggybacked off the first and coursed through Batgirl's body. Or maybe it was just a continuation of the first one. Whatever the case, Batgirl was cumming. Batman between her legs, running his tongue up and down her pussy, was too much for her. She spasmed uncontrollably as seemingly every muscle in her body contracted and relaxed at various intervals. Her throat was scratchy from screaming but she couldn't help herself. Finally, the orgasm passed and she slumped backwards onto the desk. Her legs occasionally twitched, her muscles dead from exercise. Tommy got up off his knees. He wiped his mouth with his hand, as it was wet with Batgirl's juices. He nonchalantly wiped it on his shorts. Looking it down, he realized how stupid he must look: he had changed out of Batman's suit and was wearing gym shorts and an undershirt. The cowl on his head probably made him look ridiculous. Quickly, he undressed himself while still leaving the cowl on. His dick was thick and rubbery, not quite fully erect. He stroked himself while he looked at Batgirl. He realized that at some point Batgirl had taken off her cowl. Unlike Batman's, hers was attached to her top so it was pulled back behind her. Her eyes were closed and her hair was unkempt and damp with sweat, but something about her seemed familiar. She cute, a little mousy, but cute. Tommy imagined her with her hair done up, maybe with a pen holding it together. Instead of a skintight costume he imagined her in a button-up top and a pencil skirt. Suddenly, he realized. "Hey, you're that librarian chick," He said, his eyes wide. He wondered if he should tell her that he had jacked off to her after he'd left. 'Probably not,' he decided. Batgirl made no indication that she had heard him. Her eyes were closed and her lids fluttered, almost as if she were dreaming. Lazily, she traced a finger down between her breasts. If Tommy had left her alone, she probably would have fallen asleep. But Tommy didn't leave her alone. He was fully hard now and he grabbed underneath her knees and pulled her towards the end of the desk, her legs resting on his shoulders. Batgirl's eyes shot open in surprise. She realized Tommy planned on entering her only as he was doing it. She gripped the front of the desk and groaned through gritted teeth as the head of his engorged cock entered her pussy. Tommy gritted his teeth in turn. Batgirl felt so tight around his dick, especially with her legs together. He groaned as he thrusted, the walls of her pussy hugging him as he entered and pulling on his cock as he exited. With her legs on his shoulders it was a straight shot into her pussy and Tommy was able to get fairly deep. He held her legs tight to his chest and began thrusting at regular intervals. Despite his best efforts, he wasn't able to get fully in, but what he was able to get in felt like it was on fire. 'She's so goddamn tight,' was all Tommy could think. Batgirl, for her part, seemed to be loving it. After she had gotten over the initial pain that Tommy's dick caused her the pleasure seemed to flow through her in waves. She pulled up her suit top so that her breasts were free and she was holding them in her hands, occasionally rubbing one or both nipples. They bounced as Tommy thrusted inside her. She kept moaning, "Fuck me harder, Batman," and Tommy complied as best he could. He tossed her legs to the side of him and she quickly wrapped them around his back; then she lifted herself up and threw her arms around his neck. Their foreheads were touching and they could feel each other's breaths. Their eyes were locked. They were one. "Tell me who you are," Batgirl demanded. She bit her lip. "I'm... I don't know..." Tommy trailed off. The bottom of his dick was rubbing hard against the wall of Batgirl's pussy and it made it exceedingly difficult to concentrate. He thrust harder. "Tell me who you are!" Batgirl demanded, her eyes closing as she felt Tommy's cock raging inside her. "I'm... I'm Batman," Tommy eked out. He could feel his cock getting warm, dangerously warm. "Louder!" Batgirl cried out. Her legs began to shake again. "I'M BATMAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!" Tommy yelled as he came, his cock spurting his semen inside Batgirl's pussy. Batgirl came at the same time and she struggled to take Tommy's thrusting cock; she hadn't orgasmed with a cock inside her in what felt like forever. Tommy's thrusts were ragged and infrequent now; each thrust sent a sharp sensation through his body. Tommy could feel the last spurts of his cum emptying inside Batgirl. He slowly pulled himself out of her and she grabbed his arms in pain. She sucked in through her teeth to handle the pain of his large cock exiting her sensitive pussy. As Tommy pulled out, a trail of his cum came with him. It began to trickle down Batgirl. "Jesus Christ," Batgirl said, throwing herself backwards on the table. She laid there for a long time, seemingly lost in a daze. Tommy finally removed his cowl and put his clothes back on. Batgirl halfheartedly asked if he could toss her the bottom of her suit. She put it on, lifting her ass up in the air to tug the skintight fabric onto her body. Tommy finally broke the silence. "So, uh... what's your name?" He asked. "Like, your real name." Batgirl stared at him for a few seconds, quietly judging him. "I guess I might as well tell you," She finally said. "Barbara." "Okay, cool," Tommy said. He tried to think of something else to say but came up emptyhanded. Barbara put her cowl back on and adjusted her hair so that it flowed the way she wanted it to. "Alright, I guess I'll see you later. Gotta go track down a lead on Firerfly," She said, heading past Tommy towards whatever entrance she had used to surprise him. "Don't you..." Tommy began. Barbara stopped and turned to face him. "Don't you wanna know who I am?" Barbara smiled sweetly at him. "Honestly, does it really matter? You're Batman to me." She turned and continued walking. "Oh," Tommy said quietly. He wasn't sure why but he felt kind of sad. "By the way," Barbara called over her shoulder. "I wasn't kidding about this place being filthy. Why don't you take this stuff upstairs into the house?" Tommy turned around and looked at the Batcave. When he looked back, Batgirl was gone. He was alone once again. He turned back around, examined the walls of the Batcave, and muttered: "There's an upstairs?" Let's Be Batman Pt. 16 Tommy awoke slowly, yawning and stretching his arms. He languished in bed for a while, treasuring the way the Egyptian cotton sheets seemed to caress his bruised body. Sleepily, he felt next to him but there was no one there; sitting up, he realized that Barbara must have taken off while he was asleep. He lied back down, threw a pillow over his head and tried to go back to sleep. "Master Thomas," a voice said, shaking him out of his renewed slumber. Tommy looked up annoyed at the aging tuxedoed man who had shaken him awake. Tommy didn't like Alfred very much. The old man seemed to always be judging, going on and on about responsibility and duty and stuff like that. He always frowned, too; Tommy didn't think he'd seen him smile in the week that he'd known him. And the complaining! Tommy hadn't heard such complaining. "Master Thomas, please pick up your belongings instead of strewing them about." "Master Thomas, please confine yourself to the guest areas of the house. Master Bruce requested that the West Wing stays off-limits." "Master Thomas, please don't use one of my robes as a cum rag." And on and on. It never ended with the guy. I mean, it's not like it was Tommy's fault that Alfred's robes felt amazing against his dick. Tommy scowled at Alfred and covered his head with a pillow. "What is it, Al," He asked grumpily. He had been up all night with the Cluemaster and up all morning with Barbara. He just wanted to sleep. "Sorry, sir," Alfred replied stiffly. "There seems to be a disturbance in Gotham. Two high-powered beings are wreaking havoc in a brawl. You must stop them." "Let them fight, they'll figure it out," Tommy said from underneath the pillow. "Sir," Alfred began, "As the current torch bearer for this great city of Gotham you have a duty to-" "Alright, alright, Jesus," Tommy said, throwing off the sheets and rising from bed. "Just no more talk about duty, for Christ's sake." Tommy began to exit the bedroom. As he left, he asked over his shoulder, "Any idea whose fighting?" "Not sure about one combatant, sir," Alfred replied, following Tommy. "But the other one appears to be Wonder Woman." Tommy stopped. He didn't turn around to face Alfred but the old man still heard him mutter, "Fuck." *** Wonder Woman struggled, fighting with all of her might to keep this mad woman's claws from tearing her apart. She was on her back with the woman on top of her, the woman trying to bring her claws down to Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman was holding the woman's wrists and their faces were close; Wonder Woman could see the blood thirst in the woman's eyes. "You're getting weak, Diana," The woman hissed, her claws getting closer to their target. Wonder Woman grunted in reply. She suddenly brought her knees to her chest and lifted, throwing the woman into the air. The woman flew 10 feet and twisted, landing in a crouch facing Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman quickly kipped up and turned towards her attacker. "I still have my tricks, Cheetah," She said, grabbing her lasso from her side. The Amazon had fought the Cheetah many times but she wasn't sure if she had seen her THIS full of bloodlust before. Wonder Woman knew that the more full of lust the Cheetah got she got stronger, quicker, but also less coherent; she was going to have to outsmart her opponent to get out of this unscathed. The Cheetah snarled and lunged towards Wonder Woman, her claws fully extended. Wonder Woman waited as long as she could and then dodged, deftly sending Cheetah passed her. As the Cheetah flew by, Wonder Woman hung her lasso out in the air; it caught the Cheetah around the neck and tightened, causing the Cheetah to snap back forcefully. The Cheetah howled in surprise. While the Cheetah tried to recover on the ground, Wonder Woman quickly grabbed her opponent and lifted her. With a push she flew from the ground, carrying the Cheetah high into the air. The Cheetah struggled mightily, clawing at Wonder Woman. Nails scratched Wonder Woman on the stomach, tearing lines through her suit and just missing her flesh underneath. Wonder Woman took The Cheetah high, almost half a mile up, and then let go. The Cheetah began to fall, thrashing her arms wildly. Wonder Woman waited until the Cheetah was halfway to the ground and then jetted off after her, her head facing towards the Earth. She extended a fist forward as she neared the Cheetah, striking the villainess square in the stomach. Wonder Woman and the Cheetah fell to the ground, the Amazon driving the African goddess hard into the Earth. *BOOM* The shockwave knocked those being held behind the security barrier 300 yards away off their feet. At the impact site a crater was formed, 20 feet wide and 5 feet deep. Thick dust filled the air. Wonder Woman coughed sharply. She crawled slowly to the top of the crater and rested, trying to catch her breath. She had knocked out the Cheetah but for who knew how long. The impact had taken a lot out of Wonder Woman. She needed back-up. As she finally began to breath normally, she saw a lone figure. It was a dark silhouette, with two pointy ears. As the figure got closer, Wonder Woman breathed a sigh of relief. Here was a superhero who could help stop the Cheetah once and for all, Earth's greatest hero and- 'Wait,' Wonder Woman thought, 'This isn't right. Is this the real Batman or is it-' Batman finally came into view. He smiled and waved. "Hi, Wonder Woman!" He said. "...Godsdammit," Wonder Woman muttered. *** Tommy felt an impact of what seemed like an explosion as the Batmobile pulled up to the war zone. He tucked his car into an alley and climbed to a nearby roof. Then he glided in over the police barricade and into Robinson Park. Tommy raced towards what seemed to be the source of the explosion. He made his way through thick trees until he made it to a clearing. When he saw the carnage, he stopped and stared. Trees were felled left and right. Some were cut in half, their jagged stumps still in the Earth. Others had been ripped completely out of the ground, roots still dangling from the ends. Two ultrapowerful beings had been here and they had left their mark. Tommy saw a crater at the center of the clearing and made his way towards it. As he got near, he could just make out a figure climbing out of the wreckage. He tensed up, then relaxed when he saw Wonder Woman crawling out of the rubble. Then he tensed up when he remembered what had happened the last time he ran into Wonder Woman. He wondered if she remembered, or if maybe the drug Poison Ivy had given her gave her had messed with her memory. Approaching cautiously, Tommy figured his best bet would be to act friendly, like nothing had happened. As he got near Wonder Woman, he waved in a friendly manner and tried to say hello. She cursed in response. 'I guess she remembers,' Tommy thought. Despite this setback, Tommy still wanted to help. Wonder Woman definitely looked like she needed it. She had scratches on her arms and a cut on her cheek. 3 ragged cuts tore her bustier; Tommy tried not to notice that he could see the bottom of her breasts through the cuts. Wonder Woman struggled to her feet and waved Tommy away. "Get out of here," She told him, "You're only going to get yourself killed." "I wanted to help," Tommy responded. He tried to reach out and balance her but Wonder Woman tapped him on the chest. He went flying, landing 10 feet away in a heap. "I think you've touched me quite enough," She said with malice. Tommy looked at her in confusion. "Hey, I didn't do anything. Poison Ivy was the one who dosed you. You attacked me. I was a victim!" Wonder Woman's eyes went wide. "Are you fucking kidding m-" Wonder Woman's sentence was cut off when a figure leaped out of the crater and grabbed Wonder Woman from behind. Tommy was startled by the woman: she was bright orange with black spots all over her, kind of like a... Tommy couldn't remember what animal she looked like. A tiger? Leopard? Her eyes were orange as well with vertical pupils; as present moment they were wide and wild, the woman's face stuck in a growl. Tommy could make out sharp canine teeth. A long tail seemed to trail behind her, which weirded Tommy out a little bit. He wondered how much control she had over that thing. She was wearing a purple vest and purple chaps. Both had been ruined in the fighting; cuts and scrapes abounded on them. They were barely holding together. The vest especially, as it was being strained by the woman's supple breasts. And when Tommy looked at her legs he thought he could just barely make out her va- "Get out of here, you idiot!" Wonder Woman yelled, snapping Tommy from his haze. The villainess used one arm to wrench the Amazon's arm behind her back while her other arm reached for Wonder Woman's throat. Tommy took 2 steps forward, closing the distance between himself and the combatants, before the orange woman began to speak. "Stay where you are, Batman!" She hissed. "Otherwise your friend's blood spills to the ground!" The woman's claws glinted in the fading light as she held them to Wonder Woman's neck. Wonder Woman responded. "Cheetah, this is between you and me, don't-" "Cheetah!" Tommy said, snapping his fingers. Both women stopped what they were doing and stared at him. "...I couldn't remember what animal you looked like," He said sheepishly. "Yes, Cheetah," the villainess responded," And just like the cheetah I have superspeed, enhanced reflexes and razor sharp nails. Let me demonstrate..." The Cheetah moved her claws closer to Wonder Woman's neck. At any second Wonder Woman might be killed. Tommy knew he needed to think quickly. How to disable this immensely powerful woman... Tommy realized he had only one thing in his utility belt that he knew could take down someone as powerful as the Cheetah. After all, he had already seen it take down Wonder Woman. Tommy reached behind him and pulled out a back pouch on his utility belt. Wonder Woman's eyes ere wide and she quickly shook her head; she seemed to recognize the pouch in Tommy's hand. She should have, as she had seen it before. Tommy mouthed, "Sorry," and then doused Wonder Woman and the Cheetah in a bright pink powder. Both women began to cough in fits. Wonder Woman's eyes were red and her cheeks flush, while the Cheetah's eyes turned almost brown and the orange on her skin looked burnt. The Cheetah's hand fell away from Wonder Woman's neck and towards her mouth, coughing into it severely. Wonder Woman collapsed to her hands and knees, still coughing. She tried to speak once, twice, each time being interrupted by coughs. Finally, on the 3rd try she was able to eke out a sentence: "Are you FUCKING kidding me???" She looked at Tommy with rage through strained red eyes. Tommy put his hands up as a sign of surrender. "What was I supposed to do?" He asked. "I couldn't let her kill you." "I am going to kill you if this makes me hor- (cough cough) makes me horn-" She broke up into another coughing fit. Gradually it passed and Wonder Woman stared at the ground, trying to regain herself. The Cheetah similarly slowly stopped coughing and collapsed onto her ass, her tail wrapping around herself protectively. Both of them seemed in a daze, their eyes glassy and their faces without color. They slowly looked at one another. Their eyes locked. At the same time, they both pounced. Tommy watched in amazement as these two goddesses tore into each other. It wasn't all that different from what their fight must have looked like, he thought; they dug their nails into each other and tore at each other's clothes. Wonder Woman's top and underwear was cast aside and what was left of the Cheetah's clothes fell off almost instantly. But the kissing... the kissing probably didn't happen. Wonder Woman and the Cheetah were intertwined on the ground, their lips roughly pushed against one another's. Both fought for control, rolling on the ground to assert dominance. The Cheetah came out on top, grabbing Wonder Woman by the wrists and pinning her arms to her side. She leaned down and kissed the Amazon roughly, driving her tongue deep down her throat. The African goddess flattened herself, grinding her naked body against Wonder Woman's. Both women made deep, animalistic groans. Wonder Woman suddenly flipped Cheetah over, rolling so that she was on top. With super speed she sat on Cheetah's shoulders, pinning her to the floor. Wonder Woman grabbed Cheetah by the hair forced the tigress's hair underneath her skirt. "Eat my pussy," Wonder Woman demanded. Cheetah seemed more than willing to comply. Tommy couldn't see what was going on underneath Wonder Woman's battle skirt but he could guess from the moans emanating from Wonder Woman's lips. Tommy couldn't believe what he was seeing: one of Earth's mightiest heroes sitting on the face of her archrival. Tommy absentmindedly groped his cock through his pants, noticing that he was rock hard. Wonder Woman continued to moan as she ground her pussy on the Cheetah's lips. Both hands were entwined in the Cheetah's hair and she directly the Cheetah roughly to her sweet spots. Wonder Woman's bare breasts were free and Tommy was shocked at how large they were; he had seen them before but they still took his breath away. The Cheetah, for her part, was participating willingly in Wonder Woman's climax. A free hand had dipped between her own legs and started rubbing furiously, while with her other hand she tore at Wonder Woman's skirt, ripping it off her body. Then she sank her claws into Wonder Woman's ass, causing Wonder Woman to moan even harder. Wonder Woman began bucking her hips faster, sending her bountiful tits bouncing. Tommy recognized what was happening, having seen it close-up 3 times about a month ago: she was going to cum. Her voice began to raise and she gritted her teeth. Moans emanated from her, getting higher and higher pitched until she finally erupted, screaming loudly as her whole body shook. She held the Cheetah's head tightly against her pussy with one hand and leaned forward onto her other elbow. Her body spasmed. TheCheetah seemed to be sent over the edge, as well, beginning to cum almost as soon as Wonder Woman had finished. She screamed into Wonder Woman's pussy, her shout wild like an animal. She bucked her hips into the air with her hand sunk inside her, thrashing wildly at her pussy. Lifting herself up so that only her toes and her head were touching the bare earth, she shook violently and screamed. Finally, the feeling subsided and she crashed back down to Earth. She seemed to haphazardly lick Wonder Woman, as the Amazon was shuddering occasionally. Without really knowing he was doing it, Tommy had taken his cock out and was stroking it as he watched the scene unfold before him. Wonder Woman glanced over and suddenly noticed him. Her eyes were drawn immediately to his cock. She stared at it hungrily. Tommy suddenly became fearful. He backed away but Wonder Woman was on him instantly, throwing him onto his back. She positioned his cock and slammed down on it, taking him to the hilt and enveloping his dick with her pussy. Tommy thought his pubic bone might break. Wonder Woman had her feet solidly on the ground and was crouching over Tommy's dick while she threw herself down on it over and over again. Tommy tried in vain to slow Wonder Woman's thrusts by grabbing Wonder Woman's ass but she kept bouncing hard on his cock just the same. Tommy had trouble deciphering the pleasure of having Wonder Woman's pussy hugging his cock and the pain of having her roughly slamming down on him repeatedly. Tommy saw another figure enter frame and realized that he had a new problem. Thr Cheetah had recovered from her orgasm and had made her way over to Tommy & Wonder Woman. Her hair was tussled from being grabbed roughly by Wonder Woman but she was still an exotic vision unlike anything Tommy had seen before. She was not quite as stacked as Wonder Woman but still stacked, her large breasts heaving. Her eyes were still full of lust and she had pussy juice smeared across her face. Without thought, she stuck her tongue out to lick some. The African goddess eyed Wonder Woman greedily before resigning herself to Tommy's mouth. Dropping to her knees, she swung her leg over so that she was facing Wonder Woman and ground her pussy against Tommy's lips. Tommy could scarcely breathe but he instinctively started massaging the Cheetah's pussy with his tongue, sliding it up and down her clit with determined flicks. She began to moan almost instantly. Tommy couldn't see (all he could see was orange) but he heard both women's moans stifled and he guessed that they were kissing again. The two superwomen were using him to satisfy their deepest carnal desires. Tommy's cock ached and he felt like he might cum at any moment. Wonder Woman's legs shook around his cock and he could feel her cumming again, her kegel muscles tightening around his dick. Unlike last time they didn't stay tight; this time they tightened and released in a consistent pattern, almost like they were forcing out the cum from Tommy's cock. He couldn't hold it any more and released, shooting a torrent of cum up inside Wonder Woman's pussy. She leaned backwards, pushing the top of his dick against her pussy wall and he came harder, shooting his load deep inside her. Listening to both of them cum must have triggered something in the Cheetah because suddenly she was cumming too, filling Tommy's mouth with her juices. She dug her claws into Tommy's sides, piercing a weak point in his armor. Tommy yelled in pain into the Cheetah's pussy, which ironically caused her to orgasm harder and dig her nails in deeper. Tommy felt Wonder Woman slide off his cock. He shimmied himself from out underneath the Cheetah just in time to watch Wonder Woman float up and place her pussy back on the Cheetah's face; Tommy saw his cum dribble down the Cheetah's face as she sucked it out of Wonder Woman's pussy. As Tommy tried to recover, Wonder Woman flipped herself upside down in the air, forming a 69 with the Cheetah. They wrapped their arms around each other, holding tight. Both of them lapped hungrily at each other. Wonder Woman used hard, fast licks with her tongue, while the Cheetah buried her face entirely inside Wonder Woman's pussy. The moaned into each other. Both women soon began to shake again as yet another orgasm (or maybe their earlier one had never truly subsided, Tommy wasn't sure) began to course through their bodies. Wild noises were heard and both women seemed to be at the end of their rope. The Cheetah's knees shook and then buckled, dropping down to the ground in a heap. She cried out in pleasure but then that cry was cut short. Her eyes rolled and she fell to the ground. She was knocked out, overwhelmed by the sensations that Poison Ivy's powder had provided her. Wonder Woman rolled out of the fall and fell onto her back, her hand instinctively shooting to her pussy. With a shout she finished off her 3rd orgasm and still kept rubbing her clit, somehow still desiring more. Tommy was rock hard once again. He walked towards the prone Wonder Woman, who was lying before him with her eyes closed, her hand working furiously on her mound. Gingerly holding his cock, Tommy straddled Wonder Woman and placed his dick between her tits. 'Worth a shot,' Tommy thought. Wonder Woman's eyes shot open and she looked at Tommy. He thought for just a moment that he had overplayed his hand as a flash of anger shot through Wonder Woman's eyes. It was only a moment, though, as Wonder Woman's eyes quickly became filled with lust once again. She closed her eyes once again and nodded, never ceasing her hand's movement. Tommy squeezed her tits together around his cock and started pumping. Let's Be Batman Pt. 16 Wonder Woman's tits felt heavenly. After last time they had interacted, Tommy had spent many a sleepless night thinking of those beautiful breasts bouncing over top of him. To feel them as he thrust his dick between them was almost more than he could bear. For her part, Wonder Woman seemed unconcerned with Tommy's dick; all she cared about was the finger furiously working her clit. She moaned and bit her lip, making Tommy fuck her tits even faster. Tommy's cock disappeared between Wonder Woman's breasts. The only time he could see his cock was when he thrusted fully; the head of his dick peaked out and tapped Wonder Woman on the bottom of the chin. Years of fantasy bubbled forth to the surface and Tommy began to groan. Wonder Woman matched and raised his groan, he mouth opening wide as a ragged gasp escaped her lips. "Oh fuck," Tommy muttered as he felt his 2nd cumshot ready to burst forth. He leaned forward, steadying himself with one hand while grabbing Wonder Woman by her tiara with the other. He pulled Wonder Woman's head up and placed his cock inside her open mouth. She took him willingly, sucking him with a force Tommy had never experienced before. He whimpered as he came, his cum shooting directly into the back of Wonder Woman's throat. She didn't gag, or choke, or act surprised; she expertly swallowed all of it, not losing a single drop. Tommy tried to pull his cock out of Wonder Woman's mouth but she kept sucking him, trapping his dick in her mouth. He winced, as his cock was incredibly sensitive after cumming. She moaned as she continued sucking his cock, her pitch becoming higher and higher. Finally, as yet another orgasm raged inside her, she released Tommy's cock and screamed. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Wonder Woman raged, her hips bucking as she came. She threw herself into the air and back down to the Earth, her screams echoing through the park. She screamed one final time and then cut short, the intensity of her orgasm rendering her unconscious. Tommy recovered himself. He felt close to becoming unconscious as well. Slowly, he got to his feet and surveyed the scene. Once again, Wonder Woman and her opponent were unconscious. Wonder Woman was lying on her back, completely naked except for her boots and tiara; the Cheetah was crumpled on her side, her tail tucked between her legs. Both women were cut and bruised. Their pussies were still flared, blazing red. Tommy grabbed Wonder Woman's clothes and placed them beside her. He began to walk away and then returned, covering her with her clothes. It didn't feel right to him to leave her lying there naked. The Cheetah he didn't give a shit about. He grabbed Wonder Woman's lasso and tied the Cheetah up with it. Tommy didn't leave quite yet. He reached into a side pocket on his utility belt and pulled out a small slip of paper and a pen. He wrote a quick note and left it at Wonder Woman's side. It read: "Dear Wonder Woman, Sorry. Your Pal, Batman" *** Tommy returned back to the Batcave. It was still early, only about 9 o'clock, but Tommy was done for the night. He was sore from being manhandled by the two superwomen and he was drained. Gotham would be on its own tonight, he decided. He removed the Batsuit slowly, painfully, and examined his injuries. He had 3 claw marks on either side of his stomach, scratches from Cheetah. From Wonder Woman he was blessed with red welts on his thighs, the result of her bouncing on his dick. He guessed that they'd eventually turn to bruises. Tommy slowly made his way up the stairs to Wayne Manor, pausing every now and again to catch his breath. As he finally got to the top steps, the door opened. It was Alfred, waiting for him with a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some bandages, and a cup of tea. "Rough night, Master Thomas?" The old man asked. "Yeah you could say that," Tommy replied. His face showed confusion. "How'd you know I'd be back?" Alfred responded immediately. "News reports, sir. From the sounds emanating from the park it sounded like you were in quite the battle." Tommy chuckled. "Yeah, you could say that." He grabbed the bandages and the alcohol, looked disdainfully at the tea, and walked towards his room. He got about 10 feet away until he was next to the coat room and then stopped. He turned around and spoke. "...Thanks for the bandages, Al." "My pleasure, Master Thomas," Alfred responded. "I am always proud to help those who do heroic deeds." For the first time, Tommy saw just the barest hint of a smile on Alfred's lips. Tommy smiled in return. He watched the old man wheel around and walk away. Tommy craned his neck to make sure he was gone, then as quickly as he could he dipped into the coat room and searched for something. "Jackpot," He muttered to himself as he found what he was looking for. He exited the coat room and headed to bed, Alfred's robe on his shoulder. Let's Be Batman Pt. 17 "Oof," Tommy grunted as he hit the wrestling mat butt first. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the lights of the Batcave. His tailbone was throbbing from getting tossed onto it over and over again. "You need to be mindful of your surroundings, Batman," Barbara admonished, standing over top of him. She held out a hand and Tommy took it, using it to lift himself up. She walked away to practice once more; Tommy stared at the way her ass swayed in her tight cotton gym shorts. The shorts combined with the tight Gotham U. top that she was wearing made it difficult to concentrate. Tommy absentmindedly tugged at his cock from over top his own gym shorts. "Alright, try it again," Tommy told her when she had gotten a fair distance away. Barbara ran towards him, leaping into the air; when she got close, Tommy swung his arms high, grabbing Barbara. He spun and slammed her on her back into the mat, taking her breath away. She coughed harshly. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Tommy asked worriedly. "No, that's (cough) that's good. That's what you need to do," Barbara responded, lying on the ground to catch her breath. With effort she managed to pick herself up off the floor of the Batcave. "You're not that horrible a student," She told Tommy. "You have a good base and good instincts. Remember to use your opponent's momentum against them. Come over here," She flicked a finger towards the Utility Desk, the area where Batman kept all his tools. "These? Bolas. Throw them around your opponent's feet to stop them in their tracks. Tracers. Use these to follow a villain to their hideout. Sonic devastator. High-frequency sonic waves that will cripple your opponent. Your cowl will block out the noise. Study this gear, it WILL save your life." Tommy stared at the complicated equipment. "Can't I just punch them in the face?" "You can try, but from what I've seen you've been hitting them in the face with something else," Barbara said wryly, poking Tommy's semi-erect penis. Tommy flinched. Barbara smiled and brought her hand over again, grabbing Tommy firmly by his dick. "I guess there's one area where you don't need any training," She said. Tommy leaned in to kiss her but she jerked her head back. She pointed over to the row of cowls that lined one section of the cave. "Put one on," She told Tommy. He sighed. "Do I have to? It's kind of hard to breathe in that thing, especially when my mouth is full of... you know..." Barbara didn't reply. She simply pointed. "Okay," Tommy said resignedly. "Do you think, um, I could at least finish this time? Because last time you hopped off me and just wandered away when you were done..." Still pointing. Tommy sighed, grabbed a cowl, and put it on. Barbara jumped him before he could turn around. *** "I don't give a shit about the cost, I just want Batman dead!" Penguin yelled into the phone. The voice on the other end seemed unsympathetic. "It's not a matter of cost, Mr. Cobblepot," the tinny voice said, "We are unwilling to risk another operative in order to take out Batman. We have refunded your previous payment, minus the cost of Cheshire's 'extraction' from jail. Thank you and please forget this number exists." With that, there was a click. "Bollocks!!" Penguin raged, tossing the phone across the room. He seethed. His new assistant opened the door and Penguin greeted her by yelling, "Get the fuck out!" She quickly closed the door. Penguin paced the room, trying to come up with a new plan. "Seems like you need help, cabron," a voice whispered. Penguin wheeled around, facing the source of the noise. For once, Penguin was speechless. A long feminine form slithered from his awning. She seemed to wrap around a column, spinning around it while she descended to the floor. Suddenly, she leaped to the floor, hitting the ground with her hands and feet on the ground. From there she jumped again, leaping almost 8 feet across the room and landing on Penguin's desk. "Who the 'ell are you, girl?" Penguin asked gruffly. The woman didn't respond quite yet. Casually, she ran a long fingernail across his chin. Penguin not-so-slyly ogled her tits while she did so. "I hear you have a bat problem," The woman said. She glanced at her long metal fingernails, admiring them. "I can kill him for you." Penguin eyed her skeptically. "Just 'ow do you think you're going to that, girlie? He easily defeated the last assassin I sent after him." The woman smiled. "Because all I have to do is get my hands on him once," She said, flicking her fingernails out like claws. She brought herself closer to Penguin, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "And I am very good at getting my hands on men." Penguin laughed. "I like you, girl. What name do you go by?" "Copperhead," The girl said proudly. "Alright then," Penguin said. The name registered in his mind but he was a tad confused; from he knew, Copperhead was a man. "I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll give you $50,000 now and another $950,000 when Batman's head is brought to me as a trophy." Copperhead smiled. "Sounds like a good deal to me, senor." Penguin opened up his safe and grabbed a stack of bills. He tossed them to Copperhead and she snagged them easily. She carefully placed them in a pouch on her side. "And what would the cost be for, say, a little bit of..." Penguin's voice trailed off as he stared down at his crotch and then back at Copperhead. Copperhead opened her mouth and stuck out her long tongue. It was forked, with both ends moving independently of one another. Penguin's eyes widened. Then Copperhead brought her tongue back into her mouth and said, "Not for anything, pendejo." Copperhead somersaulted backwards to the ledge and then leaped out of the room. Penguin stared at where she had been for a while and then hollered for his assistant. He was already undoing the buttons on his pants. *** "Run for it, it's the Bat!" one of the mobsters screamed, sending everyone in the warehouse scurrying for an exit. Tommy descended from his perch and collapsed on top of two perps, his cape covering them in darkness; when Tommy stood up, both men were tied up like a present for the police. 'I'm getting pretty good at this,' Tommy thought. Tommy had been directed towards a stolen goods drop site by Batgirl. He had hoped she would come along but she said she had a "important" excursion to make. It annoyed Tommy that she wouldn't even tell him where she was going. 'And also this," Tommy thought, adjusting his dick. He hoped the blue balls would go away soon. Batgirl had increasingly seen him as less of a person and more of a cock with an annoying appendage. It angered him. He impotently cursed her with every pang from his aching dick. Looking around, Tommy saw that the warehouse was now deserted except for boxes. A door to the far side of the area was swinging shut. Tommy quickly ran towards the door and kicked it open. He waited a beat and then ran inside. A gun shot rang out, close to Tommy's head, and Tommy instinctively ducked. He ran behind a pile of boxes and waited. He heard another gunshot and traced its trajectory back to its firer. Sneaking from box to box, Tommy caught a glimpse of a low-level hood firing wildly. He looked terrified. He moved positions until he was directly behind the mobster, who seemingly had no idea where Tommy was. Tommy snuck up and put the perp in a sleeper hold. The man struggled, dropping his gun while he thrashed for an exit strategy. Tommy kicked the gun away and dropped the man with an elbow to the side of the head. The man collapsed to the floor, barely conscious. Tommy flipped him over and yelled. "Who are you working for???" He shouted, grabbing the perp roughly by the collar. "I... I don't know," The mobster said, shaking his head of cobwebs. "TELL ME!!" Tommy shouted, shaking the perp violently. Tommy had been working on his Batman voice, trying it out at night. It was getting better, although he needed lemon tea the next morning to soothe his scratchy throat. It worked on this perp, at least. "I work... the Penguin, okay! He had us down here to collect this stuff. It's all stolen. Now please, I got a family," The perp finally said. Tommy loosened his grip on the hood's shirt and prepared to prepare him for the police when he noticed that the gangster was looking up past him now. "What the fuck...?" The mobster said questioningly. Tommy looked above and behind at the ceiling. "What the fuck...? Tommy said questioningly. He dropped the mobster, forgetting he was even there. He was too busy focusing on the woman crawling on the ceiling above. Well, not exactly ON the ceiling. She climbed through a hole in the roof and was balancing herself on some exposed pipes. Tommy could barely track her as she dipped and contorted herself from one pipe to the other, moving her body in ways Tommy hadn't seen before. She leaped from the pipe to a vertical pole that extended from the roof to the floor, landing on it upside down; slowly, she extended herself outwards using only her arms and twisted her body so that she was facing rightside up. Then she let herself go, falling into a crouch. Tommy could hear a door swing open and glanced behind him; the mobster was gone. Tommy forgot the mobster and stared at the new problem in front of him. She was tall and well-built, with a gymnast's body. A small brown vest covered her fairly sizable tits and she was wearing skintight brown leather pants. She looked Hispanic but her hair was short and bleached blonde. Greasepaint streaked across her eyes, covering them in shadow. She was a dirty kind of sexy. Just once Tommy wanted to fight someone who didn't give him a boner. His balls ached. "You've got a precio on your head, Batman, and I'm here to collect," the woman said, still in her menacing crouch. "...A 'precio' on my head?" Tommy asked confused. He felt above him but there was nothing there. The woman looked at him, confused. "Precio. Spanish for 'Price.' I'm here to kill you." "Oh, okay. ...Wait, shit," Tommy muttered. "I think I'll hit you with enough venom to keep you alive," The woman continued. "The Penguin will probably want to have some fun with you before he kills you." 'The Penguin? ...Yeah I guess he'd want to kill me,' Tommy thought. "Before you kill me, will you at least tell me who you are?" Tommy asked. This assassin wasn't in the Batcave's computer. "I'm Copperhead, cabron. That will be the last bit of information you learn in your short life," Copperhead responded. Tommy gulped tried to think of a plan. The last time he went up against an assassin he had to promise her a baby and then cum in her eyes to escape. Something told him that wouldn't work twice. Or maybe... 'NO,' He thought, 'It's not going to work again, don't try it.' The villain ahead of him snapped him back to reality. "I'm going to enjoy killing you, pendejo!" She said, throwing her hands out to either side. She had two sets sharp metal claws on either hand, all of them dripping with what Tommy guessed was green poison. She began to run, still crouched towards Tommy. He took a fighting stance, just like Batgirl had taught him, ready to defend himself. Tommy was thrown off guard when the woman leaped at him from a good 8 feet away. She flipped and wrapped her legs around his head before twisting her body like a lucha. The effect threw Tommy off his feet and onto the ground. Tommy tried to regain his bearings and scrambled to his feet; he saw her leap again and reached his hands high, ready to grab her like he was taught... His timing was off, though, and instead he elbowed his assailant directly in the mouth. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." Tommy said guiltily. The woman tumbled to the ground in a heap, her hand to her mouth. She turned to face Tommy and smiled through blood-stained teeth. A small drip of blood ran down the side of her mouth and she flicked her tongue out to lick it up. Tommy noted with surprise that her tongue was forked, with both ends waving independently. She got up and resumed her crouched posture, walking towards Tommy menacingly. "I think now I will just kill you,," She said, clinking her claws in each hand together rhythmically. Tommy began to walk backwards to keep distance between himself and Copperhead and suddenly felt his back hit the wall. 'Shit, I'm trapped,' He thought. He cursed, cognizant that he hadn't been aware of his surroundings. He thought of the weapons he had on him: she was too quick for batarangs, the stun pellets might not work with the lenses she had on, the batclaw was useless, the Sonic Devastator might... Copperhead leaped once again at Tommy. Right as she jumped, Tommy reached inside his glove and tapped the Sonic Devastator. A high-pitched squeal was barely noticeable to Tommy but Copperhead reacted instantly, grabbing her ears while in mid-jump. She landed on the floor in a heap, barely able to move. Tommy turned off the Sonic Devastator and quickly grabbed her hands, binding them behind her back with his handcuffs. He grabbed her hands and ripped the poison-dipped claws from her fingers, flinging them far into the warehouse. Copperhead didn't fight back; she just moaned and blinked hard, trying to regain her senses. Tommy stepped back and surveyed his capture. He threw his hands up into the air, celebrating. 'I did it!' Tommy thought. 'I actually captured a real live supervillain. Not even a dummy or anything.' Tommy was proud of himself. Tommy quickly snapped back to attention when Copperhead suddenly tried to get up off the floor. Tommy grabbed her handcuffed arms behind her back and pushed her up against the wall. Copperhead thrashed wildly, trying to scratch Tommy and then, when she realized her claws had been removed, kick him in the shins. The armor of the Batsuit held up, though, and Tommy was unharmed. He spread her legs and put a foot between them, bringing him closer to her to keep her pinned to the wall. Only her hips could move now and she bucked them, trying to push Tommy away from her. Tommy tried not to notice that her ass was grinding against his cock. Copperhead was yelling wildly in Spanish as she thrashed around. Tommy wasn't sure how he was going to be able to take her in. "Calm down," He told her, putting one forearm into her back. "Fuck you, pig," Copperhead replied. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" Tommy was frustrated, sexually and otherwise. He had been getting pushed around a lot lately, by Supergirl, by Wonder Woman, by Batgirl. He was tired of feeling punished. He wanted to do the punishing. "Keep squirming and you'll find out," He told Copperhead, poking his erect dick into her ass. She thrashed wildly and said something in Spanish. Tommy had had enough. He reared his hand back and spanked the assassin. He spanked her hard. *Whap* Tommy's hand smacked Copperhead's leather pants, making a sharp sound that reverberated through the air. His hand stung, even through the glove. Copperhead gave out a high-pitched yelp in alarm, then renewed her thrashing with increased vigor. Tommy pushed her up against the wall tight and spanked her again, and again, and again. Three crisp spanks that echoed in the warehouse. Copperhead gasped and swore. "Pinche maricon!" She hissed, bucking her hips harder into Tommy's cock. "I don't! Speak Spanish!" He retorted, spanking her 3 more times. He lingered his hand on her ass after the 3rd one, squeezing it softly. She instinctively pushed into it, her hot little ass just larger than Tommy's hand. He noticed that he was hard. He pushed his hips forward, grinding into Copperhead. "I think you need to be taught a lesson," He whispered into her ear. "Oh yeah, and who's going to do that?" Copperhead replied, laughing. "You and your pito chiquito? You couldn't handle me." Tommy thrust himself hard into Copperhead, flattening his big cock against her. For the first time she became aware of his length and she gasped. Reaching with one of her handcuffed hands, she felt Tommy's dick through his suit. "Merde," She said softly. Tommy spanked her once again, causing her to jump. He removed the glove on his other hand by pulling at it between his knees. Then he reached around Copperhead and shoved his hand down the front of her pants. Copperhead groaned and pushed back, almost knocking Tommy off balance. She bent over slightly, giving Tommy more room. Her pants were tight, achingly tight, but Tommy was just able to get his hand in and find her pussy. He began working it with his hand, moving his fingers in concentric circles. "You're awfully wet," Tommy whispered to her, "Should have guessed that you'd like being dominated." "Fuck you," Copperhead managed to get out. She tried to stifle a moan but it managed out anyway, escaping out of her mouth raggedly. Tommy redoubled his hand, making her moan openly this time. Her ass was pushed up against Tommy's dick, grinding against it as she tried to give his hand more room to work with. He quickly slipped a finger inside her, causing her to gasp. Tommy whispered, "Just imagine how it's going to feel when I stick my big cock inside you," causing Copperhead to moan harder. He continued to grind his hand against her mound. She reached back with her hand and grabbed Tommy's cock, squeezing him through his suit. Tommy worked his hand on Copperhead's pussy while the other reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair. He pulled back, arching Copperhead's back and neck. She gasped and cried, still trying to push away from the wall to give Tommy full access to her cunt. She was arced in a semi-circle; Tommy thought that it was a good thing she was so flexible. Copperhead started to shake slightly. Tommy let go of her hair and her head fell forward, pushing a cheek tight up against the wall. Tommy could see that she had her eyes closed tight and her mouth open wide. He moved his free hand down lower and ripped open her vest, sending buttons flying. He reached around and groped one of her breasts, squeezing it tight in his hand. Tommy knew Copperhead was close and he started moving his hand furiously. Her clit was between two of his fingers as he wildly moved his hand up and down. She moaned, low at first, then higher and higher. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut as she moaned and it almost looked like she was going to sneeze. Suddenly, her body shuddered and contorted, flinging Tommy back a step as her body tried to handle her orgasm. Her eyes shot open in disbelief that she could feel this way and her mouth contorted into almost a snarl. She moaned loudly again and again as the orgasm wracked her body. Tommy could feel his fingers become covered in her juices. Finally, Copperhead seemed to relax and she tried to regain her breath. Tommy slipped his hand out of her pants and let go of her breast. He pushed her back up against the wall and spoke. "Did you like that?" He asked her. Copperhead tried to sound tough. "This changes nothing," She said with closed eyes, "I'll still kill you when I have the cha-." Tommy reached up and shoved 3 fingers into Copperhead's mouth. Her eyes went wide when she realized that it was the 3 fingers that had just previously been rubbing her pussy. Tommy shoved them deep in her mouth, all the way to the back of Copperhead's throat. He pulled them back out before she could bite down on him, leaving a thick trail of spit connecting his fingers to her mouth. He rubbed it on her face, smearing the grease paint on her eyes. "Fuck you!" Copperhead said again, this time through coughs as she tried to soothe her violated throat. "I was thinking the same thing," Tommy replied, gruffly grabbing Copperhead's pants by the side. He tugged them down to her knees. He quickly whipped out his cock and forced himself inside Copperhead's wet pussy. Let's Be Batman Pt. 17 "Unnnnggggghhhh!!" Copperhead screamed as Tommy entered her. With her leather pants holding her legs she couldn't spread them and Tommy's dick felt unbelievably tight inside her. He shoved himself about 3 inches in and held it there, letting her get used to his length. Then he started thrusting. Copperhead groaned. Tommy flattened Copperhead against the wall so that she was standing straight up, the bottom of his cock grinding up against the wall of her pussy. Both of his hands were cupping her tits, kneading them with his hands. Copperhead tilted her head back so that it was resting on Tommy's shoulder. He shoved himself inside her deeper. "Take my cock, you little puta," Tommy said with gritted teeth into Copperhead's ear, recalling one of the few phrases he remembered from high school Spanish. For once, she didn't have a response; instead she just moaned loudly. Tommy was pushing deep into Copperhead's pussy now, his hips slapping against her taut ass as he fucked her. Tommy was another person right now. Gone was the normal, timid guy who was constantly getting in way over his head; all those emotions had been replaced by anger. He had been beaten up, used, abused, and had only gotten out by the skin of his dick. He was with a girl who only liked him because she imagined he was someone else and now this chick had tried to kill him, actually KILL HIM, for seemingly no reason at all. He was going to make her feel it. Tommy grunted as he bottomed out in Copperhead's pussy. He held himself there, causing Copperhead to seemingly climb the wall in an effort to relieve the sensation in her cunt. Tommy finally pulled himself all the way out, then shoved himself all the way in again. Copperhead screamed as every inch filled her. Tommy pulled himself all the way out again and grabbed Copperhead by the hair, pulling her off the wall and turning her around. He dropped her to her knees. She stared up at him angrily. Tommy remembered the only other phrase he still recalled from Spanish and spoke it to Copperhead. "Chupa mi verga," He demanded. Copperhead glared at him and then slowly opened her mouth. Her forked tongue slithered out and she flicked the tip of Tommy's dick. Her tongue worked its way down his shaft, causing Copperhead to taste her own pussy for the second time that night. She opened her mouth to accept the head of Tommy's dick but instead he shoved his whole cock in her mouth. Copperhead gasped around his dick. He grabbed her by the sides of the head and started roughly fucking her mouth. Copperhead's eyes shut tight and she fought to get off Tommy's cock but, with her hands still cuffed behind her back, she was stuck. She was Tommy's fuck toy. Tommy groaned every time his cock touched the back of Copperhead's throat. She made a small sound every time as well, a combination of moan, cry and groan. Tommy offered her no quarter, fucking her mouth roughly. Tommy looked down and could see tears coming out of Copperhead's eyes, smearing her make-up. "Look at me," He ordered. Copperhead struggled to open her eyes but they were still full of fire and hate. Tommy stared back as he stuck his cock deep inside her mouth. Copperhead's eyes swelled and strained as he tapped the back of her throat. Tommy held it there for a second longer than Copperhead was expecting, causing her to cough on his dick. Tommy pulled his dick out of Copperhead's mouth. As his cock exited, a long trail of spit came with it; it spilled out and landed on Copperhead's tits. She struggled to catch her breath and was unprepared when Tommy pushed her over onto her side. He flipped her onto her back and pulled at her pants, roughly yanking them off her. Copperhead quickly lifted her legs and brought her cuffed hands to the front. Her hands shot to her pussy and she began to fuck herself. Tommy watched in amazement, forgetting his anger for a moment. He hadn't really noticed that his previous taunt was actually true: the assassin loved being domainted. She was naked except for her vest (which was doing nothing at the moment), her hair was tousled, her eyes were dripping her grease paint on her face, but none of that mattered; all that mattered was the burning fire in her pussy. Tommy was snapped out of his daze by Copperhead, who was speaking. Barely looking at him, she said: "Metamelo en mi culo." Tommy peered at her in confusion. "I told you, I don't speak Spanish." Copperhead, still not looking at him, translated: "Fuck my ass." Tommy understood that. He leaned back on his knees and lifted Copperhead slightly, lining up her asshole with his cock. He eased himself in, feeling a satisfying pop as his cock entered her ass. She groaned and masturbated faster, trying desperately to distract herself from the pain of Tommy's massive dick. Tommy pushed himself, trying to bottom out in Copperhead's tight ass. She started groaning. Tommy wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or in pain but he didn't care. He just wanted to fuck her. All the irritation and suppressed feelings he had felt bubbled up as his cock filled Copperhead's ass. He groaned loudly, throwing his head back, and shoved deeply. He filled Copperhead completely, causing her to scream. Both of them let out animalistic groans as they dealt with the sensation. Tommy grabbed Copperhead by the hips and stated pumping hard, filling her with every thrust. Her hands thrashed at her pussy, one dipping in and out of her pussy while the other flicked her clit. Her tongue licked her lips tantalizingly. Tommy lifted her legs higher to adjust his angle into her ass. Copperhead reached up, grabbed her ankles, and brought her legs over her head. She wrapped them around each other, giving Tommy the ability to pump inside her far more easily. He grunted and filled her. "Fuck me, Papi," Copperhead moaned, her hands once again returned to her pussy. Tommy was pounding her, going balls deep over and over. He was in a trance, focusing only on the tight sensation around his dick. He drilled her again and again, not stopping or slowing his momentum at all. He was after only one thing. He came to it right when Copperhead was getting there. Both of their voices got more and more ragged. Tommy reached his destination first. He pulled out of Copperhead's ass and quickly moved up to her chest. From there, he groaned as he came. Not finishing with Batgirl had left him with a big load in his balls and he unleashed it over Copperhead, covering her face. It was milky, spreading across her face and covering it almost completely. She licked some that landed near her mouth and smiled. Copperhead soon followed suit, bouncing her hips as another orgasm emanated from her. Tommy stayed straddling her as she came, the cum on her face glinting in the flourescent light. Tommy deposited the last little bit of cum exiting his cock in between Copperhead's tits. She finished her orgasm and opened her eyes dreamily. Tommy quickly wheeled off of Copperhead; grabbing her by the cuffs on her hands, he lifted her up off the ground. He walked her over to a utility closet and opened the door. "What are you doing?" Copperhead asked with alarm. "Letting you live," Tommy replied. He shoved her inside, tossing her pants in after her. Copperhead stumbled forward and turned around, looking at Tommy questioningly. Tommy spoke. "If you come after me again I won't be nearly so nice," Tommy told her. He slammed the door shut. Tommy shoved a heavy piece of equipment in front of the door to prevent Copperhead from getting out; he figured those cuffs wouldn't last very long but that should hold her for a while. Not that it would have to last too long; Tommy could hear the approaching sounds of sirens getting closer. He grabbed his grappling hook and used it to get to the roof. Then he headed off into the night. *** Hopping out of the Batmobile, Tommy could see that Batgirl had beat him back to the cave. She was still in her costume, bent over the work bench. Her back was facing Tommy and he admired the way her suit hugged every line, every contour of her ass. Batgirl heard Tommy approach but didn't look at him. Calling over her shoulder, Batgirl asked him, "Have any trouble tonight?" "No, not really," Tommy replied. "Busted up that stolen merchandise shipment." "And captured Copperhead," Batgirl replied, finally looking at Tommy. "She's no joke, I don't know how you could have beaten her." Tommy smiled weakly. "Got lucky, I guess." "Well... good job," Batgirl finally said. She walked towards Tommy and put her hands around his neck. "I think you deserve a reward." "Really?" Tommy asked, surprised. "Like what?" Batgirl stood up on her tiptoes, reaching Tommy's ear. "How about I let you finish this time?" She whispered. Tommy tried to act excited. Let's Be Batman Pt. 18 For almost a week, Gotham City had been dealing with the weirdest weather anyone could imagine. Large swaths of Gotham City were covered in ice. No one could remember a bizarre weather pattern like this before. While the local news blamed the strange cold spots on natural variations in the weather, Tommy thought of a more sinister culprit: Victor Fries. 'It has to be him,' Tommy thought. He was sitting at the Batcave computer, deep in thought. If there were cold patterns, Mr. Freeze must be behind it. Everyone else had written him off because the previous Batman had seemingly killed him 3 years before. In the Bat computer, though, Batman had expressed doubt about Freeze being killed so easily. But, Tommy couldn't understand how he was generating so much ice. According to the Batcave's files, Freeze should only be able to generate the ice to freeze a block, not half the city. Tommy furrowed his brow. "Goddammit," He said finally, tossing a pen in frustration. No matter how hard he tried, he just wasn't smart enough. 'Maybe I should call Batgirl,' He thought, before dismissing the notion. She was in Bludhaven to help someone with something and couldn't be here. Not that Tommy necessarily wanted to talk to her, anyway. Things with Batgirl were... weird. Tommy thought. 'Maybe I'm focusing on the wrong question,' He finally realized. 'Maybe I need to find him first, then figure out how he's doing what he's doing.' But how to do that? Tommy was deep in thought. Eventually, far longer than you'd think, it clicked: it's cold in pockets, so which pocket is coldest? Tommy ran a temperature read of Gotham City. He found one area that was colder than the rest. It was a set of abandoned buildings along the river. He looked up who owned them and found Gothcorp Industries. The office park was scheduled to be demolished but not for 3 more months. The name "Gothcorp" resonated in Tommy's head and he brought up Freeze's file. "Gotcha!" He said to no one. Listed under Freeze's former place of employment, Tommy saw "Gothcorp Industries." Tommy hopped up and began putting on his suit. While he did so, one thought ran through his mind: 'I hope it's not too cold out there.' *** Tommy glided to the top of one of the many abandoned GothCorp buildings in this neighborhood and looked around. It was cold and many of the buildings had light frost on their windows. 'Must be the place,' He thought. Unconsciously he wrapped his cape around him to warm up. A small whir was heard and Tommy could feel his suit get warmer. There must be a heating system, he thought. Investigating the facility, Tommy found one building in the center of the complex seemed colder than the rest. 'Well, have to start somewhere,' Tommy thought to himself. He crept to the top of that building and entered through the roof. As he dropped down and headed deeper into the abandoned warehouse, he marveled at the condition the building was in. Pipes were frozen solid and the floor was slick with ice. Tommy had to walk carefully to avoid falling. Finally, Tommy came to a door that seemed to lead to the main room in the warehouse. He slowly opened the door and crept inside. Tommy found himself on a catwalk, overlooking a large facility with a variety of equipment. In the very center of the room he found the man he was after: Mr. Freeze. The Iceman was hunched over a console while wearing his ubiquitous suit. The suit made him look large and imposing and when he turned, Tommy could see his cold, dead eyes. He had a shark's eyes. Looking at him, Tommy couldn't help but feel intimidated. Tommy didn't know how he was supposed to take a beast like this down. He knew how Batman had taken Mr. Freeze down, but Mr. Freeze was smart and calculating; trying the same thing would only get him killed. Tommy glanced around, searching for a plan of attack. He surveyed the series of tubes, computers and chemicals that were littered around Mr. Freeze. A stack of heavy pipes hung in the air over the center of the room. A woman seemed to be floating inside a massive chamber. 'That must be Mrs. Fries,' Tommy thought. 'But if that's Mrs. Fries, then who is that...?' Tommy's focused shifted over to another seemingly blue woman who was strapped to a gurney in the left corner of the room. She had liquid flowing in and out of her. When it entered it looked like pure, ordinary water but when it left it seemed to be glowing blue. Whatever was happening to her looked like it wasn't pleasant; she appeared conscious but just barely. Tommy knew he needed to do something. Tommy took a deep breath and silently dropped to the floor of the warehouse. He was opposite of the trapped woman, with Mr. Freeze between them. Cautiously he tiptoed along the side of the room and attempted to make his way toward the woman. Maybe he could unplug her from Freeze's machine and get her to safety before- "Hello, Batman," Mr. Freeze monotoned. He slowly turned around, holding up his massive freeze gun. "I've been expecting you. I wonder why it took you so long to find me." "Oh, you know how traffic can be," Tommy quipped. If Mr. Freeze found Tommy's joke humorous he did not show it. Mr. Freeze walked towards the center of the room, getting closer to Tommy. As he neared, Tommy pulled out a batarang with his left hand. Freeze instantly activated his freeze gun, dousing Tommy's hand with a freezing liquid. It froze his hand solid, pinning it against the wall of the warehouse. Tommy struggled to free himself. "Why must you bother me with these petty squabbles, Batman?" Freeze asked. "I only want to save my dearly departed Nora. Is that a crime?" Freeze motioned towards his encased wife. "No," Tommy replied, "But freezing over Gotham seems like a crime. And doing whatever you're doing to that woman sure as shit is." "Oh, don't mind Killer Frost," Mr. Freeze said. "She is a necessary sacrifice. I would trade 100 Frosts to save Nora. She is needed to create the large quantities of cold I need to hopefully freeze Nora's condition in her blood. The runoff that is freezing Gotham is... unfortunate. But necessary." The name "Killer Frost" didn't ring a bell with Tommy. He continued to struggle to free his left hand. Freeze aimed his gun and supplied more ice to Tommy's left arm, burying it up to his elbow. "It's no use struggling, Batman," Freeze intoned. "Accept the cold embrace of your doom." "You're forgetting one thing, Freeze," Tommy said. "Oh? What's that?" Freeze asked, genuinely curious. "I'm right-handed," Tommy said. A batarang slipped into his right hand and he threw it. It flew far above Freeze's head. Freeze nevertheless ducked and, when he realized he hadn't been hit, gave a very, very slight smile. "You missed," Freeze said. He held up his gun and aimed. He became distracted, however, by a noise above him. Freeze looked up and saw that the metal wire suspending the pipes above his head had been cut. "No I didn't," Tommy replied. The pipes fell on Freeze with a heavy thud, burying him. Tommy pulled out a heat ray from his utility belt and used it on his ice-encased hand; slowly, he was able to pull it out of the ice. He held the heat ray close to his hand and felt sharp needles as he was able to restore feeling. He shook his hand and clenched a fist to get the blood pumping again. Quickly making his way over to Killer Frost, Tommy searched for a way to free her from her predicament. While he did so, he couldn't help but stare at her. Killer Frost had a killer body. She was short, maybe 5'3" or so, but that just enhanced her classic hourglass figure. She wore a dark blue one-piece suit that wrapped around her neck but left her milky white legs uncovered. Her suit was thin, almost sheer, and wrapped tightly around her massive breasts. When Tommy looked closely, he could just barely make out her nipples. The rest of her was bare. Frost's face gave evidence to her being in pain. Her eyes were shut tightly and her lids fluttered as if she were dreaming. Her lip was upturned just slightly. Her hair was moderately short and shockingly white; bits of ice hung on to the tips of it. Tommy removed a glove and touched her skin tentatively. She was ice cold. He quickly put his glove back on to protect himself from the freezing temperatures. Tommy reached to her arm and delicately pulled out the tubes that were pumping clear liquid into her. The liquid spilled and landed on the floor, crinkling Tommy's nose with a foul odor. Tommy traced the liquid to a tank and twisted the knob at the top, turning it off. As Tommy returned to Frost, he noticed that the blue liquid had stopped trailing out of her. He disconnected those tubes as well and undid the straps pinning her down. Gently, he shook her. "Hello? Ms. Frost? ...Killer?" Tommy asked, softly shaking her. She didn't move. Tommy poked her lightly in the ribs. Still nothing. Tommy reached a hand out for Killer Frost's neck, hoping to find a pulse. A hand shot out and grabbed Tommy by the wrist before he could get there. Tommy glanced up and into Killer Frost's wild eyes. She threw Tommy's arm to the side with surprising force and tried to get off the examination table. She stumbled as she took her first step and slumped to her knees. Tommy ran around the table and tried to attend to her. He got to his knees to help. "Are you okay?" He asked. Frost's eyes were closed tightly, as if she were concentrating. She put out a hand, as if asking for help getting up. Tommy grabbed her by the arm to help her up. Suddenly, Killer Frost's other hand clasped over his mouth. Her skin was ice against his bare skin. Tommy could feel his whole body getting colder, his warmth being pulled from his body and into Killer Frost's. He could feel icicles on his eyelids and everything was going black... Frost's hand fell from Tommy's mouth and to her own. She began coughing up a fit and slumped to the floor. Tommy took a deep breath as he felt his warm blood flood back into his face. He wiped his eyes to clear them of ice. He was vaguely aware that Frost was talking to herself. "Bastard," She mustered out between coughs. "I've lost too much." "What the hell did you do to me?" Tommy asked her. She measured her response before she said it. "I need heat to survive. Freeze used me to supercool something but it sapped me of all my heat. If I don't get some soon I'll die." "So you tried to take all mine???" Tommy asked, wild-eyed. "I was saving you!" Killer Frost looked at him, annoyed. "Oh calm down, you're fine. Besides, I'm too weak to pull it out of your body right now. I need it to feel it in the air or feel it inside me." She turned to Tommy and grabbed him by the leg. "You better figure out how to save me or I can still steal all your heat, even if it doesn't save me!" Tommy tried to think. 'C'mon, man, how can I create a bunch of heat quickly, both in the air and inside her...' Eventually, far longer than you'd think, it clicked. *** "Oh God, fuck me harder you son of a bitch!" Killer Frost screamed, pulling herself closer to Tommy. She was on top of him, leaning forward onto his chest, while he had her ass in his hands and was bucking his hips up, driving his cock inside her. Tommy tried to concentrate but it was extremely difficult. It wasn't the ice queen begging to get fucked above him, although the way her DD breasts jiggled over top of him every time he thrusted made his dick ache. What distracted him was how cold he was. His body was cool, thanks to the heat continuously being provided by the suit. But his cock was only warm when he was pounding her furiously; every time he slowed, even a little bit, he could feel a shudder through his entire body. It made for a simple solution: simply never stop not fucking her really hard. But Tommy was getting colder, his hips were getting tired, his breathing ragged. Plus he was worried he might cum too soon. Frost wasn't just apparently a sociopathic murderer; she was also an incredibly dirty talker. He had assumed that she would be rather... well, cold in bed, but she was anything but. Tommy couldn't believe some of the things that were coming out of her mouth. Tommy was lying underneath her and she was speaking into his ear. "Stick that big fucking baby maker in my tight hole!" "That's it, Batman, fuck the pretty out of me!" "You better give me something to fuck myself to tomorrow!" "Oh Gooooooood fuck me like a farm animal!" "Dear Lord," Tommy whispered, never stopping his rhythm lest his cock freeze. He gripped her ass tight and fucked her as hard as he could, his balls slapping against her as he bottomed out in her pussy. He was fighting a losing battle against cumming. Frost heard his groaning and guessed what was coming. "No no no," She told him, "You are NOT cumming yet. I need more heat." She pulled Tommy out of her and reached between her legs to grab Tommy's dick. Tommy tried to stifle a high-pitched squeal as his cock was engulfed in sub-zero temperatures. Any thought of cumming instantly vanished. His balls ascended rapidly into his abdomen. Glancing down, Tommy noticed that he could see heat rising off his dick. He shuddered violently. Killer Frost smiled. She rolled over onto her back and pointed towards her pussy with both hands. "Get back in there," She ordered. Tommy got up onto his knees and stared in horror at his poor, shivering dick. "I don't think I can," He muttered. Both of his hands covered his dick and balls, trying desperately to warm them back up. "Sure you can," Killer Frost replied, "You just need the proper motivation." She lied back and began massaging one of her big tits. With the other she formed an icicle from the water vapor in the air. She brought it near her mouth and licked it from tip to tip. Then she stuck it in her mouth, engulfing it entirely. She pulled it out and stared longingly at it. "I felt that in my throat," She told Tommy. His dick twitched slightly in response. Frost brought the icicle down to her pussy, sliding it up and down her slit. She moaned without opening her mouth. She looked at Tommy, smiled slyly, and stuck the icicle in her pussy. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned, this time her mouth open wide. She began fucking herself with the icicle, sliding it in and out. She pulled it all the way out of her and lifted it up, angling it so that it slid against her clit. She began working herself faster and faster, massaging one giant tit in her other hand. Tommy was stroking himself now, albeit gingerly. His cock was freezing, maybe frostbitten, but the sight of this supervillainess pleasuring herself in front of him was too much to bear. Frost had her eyes closed and was fucking herself quickly now. Her head bucked with the movement of her hand and she twisted her nipple roughly. Tommy got between her legs and lifted her hand containing the icicle, tossing it to the side. Frost opened her eyes and laughed with surprise just as Tommy slid his revived cock back inside her. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!" Frost screamed, her body shaking. Tommy realized that she had been close to cumming and the feeling of his relatively warm cock had sent her over the edge. He couldn't slow down his pace so Frost went wild on his dick, thrashing herself around and groaning from her throat. Putting his hands on her shoulders to hold her down, Tommy began fucking her as hard as he could. Frost was barely able to recover with Tommy pounding her pussy. She struggled to move but Tommy had her pinned down. She began to speak to him, egging him on. "Better make this worth it, Batman. Never get to... mmm... never get to fuck me again so you better make it worth it. Do you want to cum inside me, line my unnh line my walls with your cum? Maybe my mouth. Or my perfect tits. Fuck... yeah, that's it, my pussy. Cum in my perfect pussy, Batman, I'm so cold, I need your hot cum spurting inside m-" Tommy thrusted deeply and groaned, shooting his hot cum in Killer Frost's frigid pussy. The cum spread and Tommy ahh'd not just at the sweet release but also at the warm feeling of semen surrounding his dick. He finished cumming and quickly pulled out before his cum froze and stuck him in side. Tommy pulled out with a pop. A small dollop of cum flicked out of his cock and landed on Killer Frost's stomach, giving off steam before slowly freezing. Frost picked it off her body and popped it in her mouth. She rolled it around on her tongue before swallowing it. Satisfied, she smacked her lips at Tommy. "I feel MUCH better," Killer Frost said. "Glad I-I-I could s-save your life," Tommy replied, shuddering violently. He looked down in horror at his cock. It was blue and wet, increasingly getting colder as Frost's pussy juices froze around his dick. More terrifyingly, a black mark was forming on his dick. It took Tommy a moment to realize that it was a hand print where Frost had grabbed him. Tommy used his cape and furiously tried to dry off his dick. He removed his gloves and held it, trying to warm it back up. As he did so, he began to feel the familiar sensation of his warmth being taken from him. Opening his eyes, he could see Frost with her arm extended, draining him. She was smiling. Tommy coughed and his breath was filled with bits of ice. He fell onto his side. Suddenly, the feeling stopped. Tommy looked up at Frost. "I guess I probably shouldn't kill you," She told him. She smiled at him, still naked, her hands on her hips in victory. Her exquisite breasts jiggled when she talked. "You never know when I'm going to need an emergency heat transfer." Tommy tried to respond but all he could do was shiver. *** (Meanwhile, across town at Arkham Aylum...) Poison Ivy languished in her cell. She had already tended to the small succulents in her cell (they were the only plants she was allowed), she had done some light exercise until the guard's not-so-subtle leering made her stop, and now she was lying on her cot. "Lights out!" A guard called out. The lights went out, leaving only faint flourescent light in the walkway. Ivy waited. Like clockwork, she began to hear a familiar sound coming from the cell next to her. It was annoyingly loud. Even when Ivy rolled onto her side and placed a pillow over her head, she could still hear the voice. "Oh, Mr. J., give it to me just like he did... oh I've been a bad girl... mmmm..." Ivy knocked on the brick wall that separated the two cells. It was no use, though; the sound continued to rise. "Oh fuck, oh fuck Mr... Mr. B, fuck me harder, right in my ass, just like a little whore deserves, OHHHHH!!" The girl in the cell next to Ivy climaxed, slapping the wall. Ivy lied with her eyes closed, trying to ignore the sounds and the slight dampness in her pussy. Finally, the noise died down and Ivy welcomed the silence. Ivy didn't know what to think of her next-door neighbor. Harley Quinn, real name Harleen Quinzel, had arrived about 3 weeks earlier, voluntarily admitting herself to, in her words, "figure out some stuff." Despite her reputation, she had been a model patient. She had done so well that they had let her help distribute some of the milder sedatives that they gave patients. The only real vice Harley had were these nightly masturbation sessions. Ivy suspected the guards didn't say anything because they were too busy enjoying the show. Overall, everyone seemed to think Harley was making real progress. Ivy wasn't quite so sure. Overall, Ivy didn't mind Harley. She even liked her. But she didn't trust her. There was something in the way Harley acted when she thought no one was watching her that unsettled Ivy. When Harley had first arrived Ivy had tried to talk to her about maybe making a jailbreak; Harley had quickly whispered the she couldn't because they "needed one more." Ivy didn't know what that meant. Let's Be Batman Pt. 18 Lying back on her cot, Ivy slowly started to drift off to sleep. Her orange jumpsuit was uncomfortable and tight; they didn't make these things for Ivy's "unconventional" body type. (Plus, it clashed horribly with her green skin.) Ivy undid the top 3 buttons on her jumpsuit to give her girls some air. As she lied there, her mind drifted. She thought about Harley's late night rendezvous with herself. Ivy hadn't experienced any relief since she had entered Arkham Asylum over a month prior. She hated to give the guards any satisfaction but she was desperate. No matter how hard she tried to ignore it, Ivy wanted the feeling of a man inside her. Turning and pushing herself up against the wall of her cell, away from the ever-present eye of the camera, Ivy reached her hand inside her suit. The hand worked its way above her breasts, past her navel, tracing her green skin with her closely cut fingernails. She reached her clit and massaged it slowly. Ivy's eyes were closed and her breath was hot. Without realizing it, one name escaped her lips. "Batma-" "Lights on!" A voice suddenly rang out. Ivy's eyes shot open and she quickly buttoned up her jumpsuit. She had just finished when she heard the metal door in her wing of the asylum open up. Racing to the bars of her cell, Ivy could just see what looked like a guard, a nurse and a prisoner walking towards her. As they came closer, Ivy saw who it was. She smiled. "Ivy," the prisoner greeted her. "Selina," Ivy responded. Catwoman walked by in a familiar orange jumpsuit. Her hair had grown a little in prison but otherwise she looked the same. Ivy had met her only once or twice, usually at a crime scene, but she respected the crook. The two of them had similar interests and, more importantly, they both hated Batman. The guard opened the door of the cell next to Ivy and let Catwoman inside. The guard locked her up and he and the nurse walked back the way they came. Ivy pushed herself against the wall separating her and Catwoman. "Psst, Selina," She whispered. "Why are you in here? I didn't know liking expensive stuff was a mental condition now." Catwoman's leathery voice replied. "Not sure. I was in Blackgate and then all of a sudden they said they got an order to send me here. The only reason I didn't escape during the transfer was curiosity." Ivy thought. "Hmm... strange. Well, you know what they said about curiosity and the ca-" "Ivy, I liked you but I WILL kill you if you finish that sentence." Ivy laughed. "Sorry. I forgot that they had busted you too. Batman, right? Did he, uh, do anything to you...?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you," Catwoman replied. "Why... you too?" "Yep. Twice," Ivy whispered. Ivy thought about how Batman had cum on her. "Fuck that guy," Catwoman said. They each heard the other adjust themselves in their crinkly orange jumpsuits. As they talked, Ivy heard Harley calling to the guard and nurse from her cell. Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream came to their right. Ivy snapped her head over in the direction of Harley's cell. There was a commotion, the sounds of fighting, and then silence. For almost a minute, nothing. Ivy called out, "Hey, what's going on over there?" Harley Quinn exploded out of her cell, bounding towards Ivy's. Her hair was tied in pigtails, as per usual, but instead of her orange jumpsuit she was wearing a nurse's outfit. It was too small on her, barely going past her hips and her breasts just barely being contained. There were small splatters of blood near the neck of the outfit. "Hiya, Red!" Harley said enthusiastically. She fished for keys and found the appropriate one. She deftly opened Ivy's cell. "Ready to bounce this joint?" Ivy thought. "Why should I go with you?" Harley told her the plan. Ivy's demeanor changed instantly. "Let's go then," Ivy said, heading towards the door. "Not so fast, Red," Harley said, grabbing Ivy by the arm. "We need one more." Harley ran over to Catwoman's cell and opened the door. "Hey there, pussy cat! We need your help to-" "I heard," Catwoman cut her off. "I'm in." Catwoman walked towards the door of her cell, stretching her hands into the air. "So," she asked, "How do you want to kill the Bat?" Let's Be Batman Pt. 19 "Please, don't touch it," Tommy begged, shielding himself from Batgirl. "Jesus, that doesn't look good," Batgirl whispered. She stared at Tommy's dick and, for the first time, it wasn't with lust. Tommy's dick was frostbitten from his encounter with Killer Frost days before and had turned a deep purple. He was worried that it might peel or, worse, fall off. He had been privately freaking out before Batgirl had returned from her trip to Bludhaven. He knew there was no way to hide it so he had told her the truth about what happened. "So Mr. Freeze did this to you?" Batgirl asked, her brow furrowed. "Yeah, Mr. Freeze," Tommy nodded. Batgirl thought hard. "Because I've seen what Mr. Freeze does to people and it's bad but not quite THIS bad. And usually doesn't it require direct contact...?" "No, apparently not," Tommy said. "I was able to capture him but this lingered. Maybe it's special ice or something." "Special... ice...?" Batgirl asked. She was even more confused. Tommy quickly moved on. "So anyway, what do I do? Is there a special Bat-doctor I should see? Please don't say Alfred, I don't want to show him my dick." Batgirl shook her head. "No, don't see a doctor. I know someone better. Let me make a call." Picking up a phone that Tommy had always been afraid to touch, Batgirl made a call. Tommy could only hear one end of the call. "Hey, Zee... No, it's Barbara... Yeah, he's fine. He just has a little, well, not so little problem... No, not life-threatening... You are? That's great!... He hasn't really had time to check his messages recently... Yeah, I'll have him meet you after your show. Thanks!" Batgirl hung up the phone and started scribbling something down on a slip of paper. "You're in luck, she's actually headed to Gotham tonight for a gig. Meet her at the Old Royal Theatre at about 11:30 tonight, her show should be done by then. You'll have to sneak in and make your way to her dressing room." "Okay," Tommy replied. "...Wait, who am I meeting?" "Her name is Zatanna. She's a magician," Batgirl told him. Now it was Tommy's turn to look confused. "You mean she's like a sorcerer or a wizard or something?" "Well... kinda," Batgirl replied. She typed into the Batcave computer and brought up a webpage. Tommy gaped. "You'll Never Forget Your Night With The Mesmerizing Zatanna," the header boasted. Looking at the picture underneath, Tommy could see why. Zatanna was a gorgeous raven-haired woman, with beautiful blue eyes that seemed to stare directly into yours. She was smiling widely, her pearly white teeth exposed through bright red lips. Her smile was dazzling, seemingly beckoning you closer. She was wearing a tuxedo vest but nothing underneath; her ample breasts peeked tantalizingly from the top of the vest. A top hat, a tuxedo jacket and hot pants covered the rest of her. Fishnet stockings ran up her legs. She was leaning towards the camera with one finger beckoning. It was hypnotic. Tommy stared and then winced. He subtly adjusted himself, gingerly moving his injured but still operational dick. Batgirl noticed the way Tommy was staring at Zatanna and quickly shut the browser. "So listen," She began, "Zatanna is one of Bruce's oldest friends. She knows almost everything about him. You CAN NOT let her know that you aren't Bruce. He didn't tell anyone he was going on this secret mission for a reason and we can't risk letting his secret get out." Tommy nodded. "Got it." Batgirl's eyes narrowed. "And you can't do anything with her." Tommy looked at her innocently. "Whatever do you mean?" Batgirl stared at him. "Okay, okay," Tommy gave in, "I won't." Batgirl eyed him skeptically. "Alright, you better get going if you want to meet her." *** Tommy sat in Zatanna's dressing room, twiddling his thumbs. There wasn't anything quite so ridiculous as being dressed as Batman when you were just sitting around, he thought. He sat on a highchair, the type that a director would use, with one leg crossed over the other. He was trying as hard as he could to let nothing move his dick. He was sitting next to her make-up desk and the bright lights reflected his ludicrousness in the mirror. Through the door, he could hear raucous applause. Tommy continued to wait and thought it odd that one of the most powerful magic beings in the universe apparently liked to perform as a stage magician. The room had some of the accoutrements you would expect a stage magician to have: a bunny in the corner, some wands scattered here and there, assorted stacks of cards. You would never guess that a powerful being was at work here. Tommy continued to wait. The show was over but apparently Zatanna had been delayed. Tommy twiddled his thumbs, just to see if that was a thing people actually did. It wasn't very much fun. Finally, Tommy could hear a din of voices getting closer. Tommy raced over to a closet and stepped inside. Leaving it open just a hair, he could barely make out a tall figure entering the room. She was leaning over, talking to someone through the door. She kissed them on the cheek. As she did, Tommy checked out her ass. He grabbed his dick in pain. Zatanna closed the door and turned around. Depositing a large pile of roses on a nearby table, she called out, "Bruce?" Tommy stepped out of the closet. "Hello," he said neighborly. "Bruce!" Zatanna cried out. She bounded over to Tommy and gave him a big hug. Her breasts pushed up against him. "Ah!" He spontaneously cried out. Zatanna jumped back and looked at him with concern. "Are you hurt? Batgirl mentioned something was wrong and-" "No, I'm okay," Tommy said. "Just in a little bit of pain." "Bruce," Zatanna chastised, "What's wrong? And why's your voice sound funny? You can tell me anything, you know that." Tommy made his way over back to the make-up table and took a seat. He cleared his throat. "I have a small cold, I think. My problem is that I had a little run-in with Mr. Freeze and have a certain condition now that Bat... Barbara thought you could help me with. I didn't want to bother you but..." Zatanna laughed, throwing her head up into the air. "Oh Bruce," She said, "You know you're never a bother. Show me your injury and let me see what I can do." As she said that, Zatanna held her hands behind her an held her head high. She shouted, "Hatpot dna taoc yawa!" and both her jacket and hat flew off her head, landing on the coat rack near the door. Tommy noticed that her breasts weren't just bursting out of the top of her vest but also the sides. He cleared his throat again, covering up his groan. Tommy began to show Zatanna his injury but faltered. He remembered what Barbara had said. "Are you sure you need to see it? I mean, it's in kind of a sensitive area. I don't want to shock you." Zatanna thought for a moment and then her eyes went wide. "You mean... oh. Oh!" Then she laughed again. Somehow she was sexier when she laughed, Tommy thought. "Bruce, I don't think there's any part of you that I haven't seen before." Tommy was surprised at this; apparently the original Batman wasn't a monk like everyone thought. Tommy got off the chair, turned himself to the side, and shimmied off the bottoms of his suit down to his knees. Then he slowly turned and faced Zatanna. "Yikes," She said, her hand shooting up to her mouth. She stared at it. "It looks like it's... frostbitten? But it's also swollen, much larger than normal. Does that happen during frostbite?" Tommy tried not to smile. "Uh yeah, I think I heard that somewhere." Zatanna continued to stare. She seemed to be lost in thought. "Oh right, we need to fix it," She muttered to herself, suddenly snapping herself out of her daze. She opened up an old steamer trunk and pulled out of it a thick leather-bound book. It looked incredibly ancient. Opening it, Zatanna began to search for a spell. "So, let's see here... warming spell won't heal the injury... general healing spell? No, we need to be careful with that area..." She flipped pages, scanning quickly. Tommy stood uncomfortably. Apparently there WAS one more activity more ridiculous than sitting in a brightly-lit room while dressed as Batman and it was standing in a brightly-lit room while dressed as Batman with your dick out. "You know what," Zatanna said, looking up and then down at Tommy's dick. She spoke to it, not him. "Maybe we can look through my father's old spells. He might have some gender-specific spells for a... situation like this." Zatanna put her book away and grabbed an older, even thicker book. She flipped to the back. "A-ha!" She exclaimed. "Here we go: 'This spell will make your penis better than new and take a real load off your mind!' Sounds like just what we need." Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Zatanna continued. "It's funny... this spell isn't listed under healing spells. It's in some section that I haven't used before. Oh well, I'm sure it's fine." "Ok," Tommy replied, anxious to get on with it. "I'll just stand here and you do that thing I've seen you a bunch of times before." Zatanna stood up straight and faced Tommy. She arced her back and closed her eyes; her breasts were severely testing the top button of her vest. Tommy gritted his teeth. "Okay, here we go," Zatanna said. "Ekam siht ckoc retteb naht wen! Eraperp ti a evissam doal!" Tommy felt a stirring in his groin. He looked down and saw a pale blue light envelop his dick. Before his eyes, the frostbite slowly went away and his cock returned to normal. Better than normal; Tommy wasn't sure but it seemed to him that his cock was thicker than before. Zatanna eyed his dick. She licked her lips and then spoke. "Huh, it appears that the spell cured your frostbite but didn't fix the swelling. Let me look for a different spell." She returned to her father's book. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. It was nice not to have a horrible sensation on his dick every time he moved. In fact, his dick was feeling great. Tommy closed his eyes and admired the sensation. Gradually, Tommy noticed that his dick was feeling a little TOO good. He slowly opened his eyes and looked down. "Uh, Zee..." He said quietly. Zatanna starting speaking as she looked up. "Haven't seen anything about swelling ye..." Her voice trailed off as she saw what was happening to Tommy's dick. It was expanding, slowly being filled with blood, getting larger and larger. To Tommy it seemed larger than normal, filling so full of blood that it became stiff as a board. His balls filled too, becoming double their normal size. Tommy began to feel pain. "Oh shit," He groaned, doubling over and falling into the director's chair. His cock felt so warm and full that it felt like it would burst. His balls ached terribly; it was the worst case of blue balls Tommy had ever had. He groaned and collapsed into the chair. "Oh no," Zatanna whispered, quickly rifling through her book to find some sort of spell to reverse Tommy's condition. She tried several in rapid succession. "Tcerenu!" "Nenfos!" "Msagor!" None of the seemed to work. Whatever magic her father had written down was very powerful. She seemed at a loss for what to do. Tommy, meanwhile, was in agony. His cock quivered and his balls continued to fill. He thought he might cry. "I'm dying," He said softly, his arms clasped to the sides of Zatanna's director's chair. His eyes were closed tight, trying to cope with the pain. As he did, he heard Zatanna say, "Well, I guess there's one thing we can try," but he didn't pay any attention to it. All his focus was on the pain in his groin. Tommy suddenly felt hands on his shoulders, gently pushing him straight up. He strained to his open his eyes and saw Zatanna in front of him. She was trying to smile sweetly but Tommy could see the concern on her face. "Don't be alarmed, Bruce. This is the only thing that I think we'll work," Zatanna said, looking him in the eye. With that, she brought her hand down to his dick and started lightly stroking it. Tommy immediately groaned. "What... what are you doing?" "I think the spell will end as soon as you... you know..." Zatanna said. She was bent over, her long legs straight. Her face was close to Tommy's, one hand on the arm of the chair while the other dropped down and was jerking his cock. Tommy breathed heavily. "Does that feel better?" Zatanna asked. A strand of hair had fallen in her face. Tommy tried to comprehend the sensations in his dick. "Y-yeah, actually," He said, surprised. His dick did, in fact, feel better. "Good," Zatanna told him, picking up her pace. She looked down at Tommy's dick as she jerked it, her hand grasped tightly just below his head. She was pumping up and down quickly, turning the head of his dick even redder with blood. Tommy looked down Zatanna's vest and watched her breasts jiggle wonderfully with every pump of her hand. He groaned harder. Zatanna slowed her pace for a second, just long enough for her to lean down and spit onto Tommy's dick. She quickly moved her hand up to it, moistening his cock with her saliva. Then she began jerking him quickly once again. Tommy caught his breath before sighing heavily. He pushed himself deeper into the seat of the chair. His cock was so hard. "Just like old times, eh Bruce?" Zatanna said, smiling. Tommy's cock was slick with her spit and Zatanna was now moving her hand in long strokes, from the base of his shaft to the tip of his head. She was still holding him tight but would loosen her grip as she reached his head; her long black fingernails would graze Tommy's head, making him quiver. While Zatanna jerked him, she said, "Nottubnu!" Her vest popped open, freeing her enormous breasts from their prison. Tommy gaped at them; Zatanna noticed and smiled again. Tommy thought it funny that Zatanna could probably cast a thousand spells that defied imagination but the most amazing thing about her was her tits. Tommy's enjoyment was interrupted by a sharp pang in his balls that caused him to moan in pain. He glanced down and noted that his balls were still large and seemed to be getting larger. "This isn't going fast enough," Zatanna said worriedly. Tommy took it upon himself to rectify that. He stood up from the chair and bent Zatanna over it. Stepping behind her, he quickly yanked down her hot pants to her ankles. He ripped at her fishnets, easily tearing them to create a hole. He positioned himself. "Bruce, what are you... oh BRUCE!" Zatanna exclaimed, throwing herself into the seat of the chair as Tommy's cock pierced her pussy. If Tommy hadn't been holding her by the hips he thought she would have fallen to the ground. She began to regain her balance while Tommy started pushing his way deeper inside. Tommy had been so distracted by Zatanna's tits that he hadn't really been able to admire her ass. Now, as he admired the way the fishnets strained over her ass before descending down her long, straight legs, he thought he might lose it instantly. He moved his hands from her hips to her ass, gripping tightly to her. He thrusted hard and brought his cock out slowly. He worried if he thrust too fast too soon he might cum. Zatanna was moaning something that Tommy couldn't understand. He wasn't sure if it was another language or a spell or what. Not that he particularly cared; all that he cared about was the tight sensation around his cock. Tommy had worked himself in deeply and had adjusted to Zatanna's tight pussy. Now he began to thrust, sending her head back and her hands clasped to the backing of the chair. Tommy's balls swayed heavily as he fucked the magician. Tommy grabbed one of Zatanna's legs and moved it up to the chair, her long leg stretching out to the side. It gave Tommy a great view of her ass as it squeezed itself tight AND allowed him to fuck harder. He began to pound Zatanna's pussy, his hands reaching around and massaging her perfect tits. "Wow, Bruce, you've...uh... never lasted this long before," Zatanna asked Tommy without stopping her thrusting around his dick. Tommy was offended before he remembered that she wasn't speaking to him. Deep down, he was happy that he apparently had one thing on the real Batman. "Must be the spell," Tommy grunted, grabbing Zatanna by the shoulder with one arm while the other stayed fast to her breast. He was deep inside her now, his balls slapping against her clit while he drilled her. She seemed to like it. "Oooooohhhhhhh," Zatanna growled from her throat. Her long leg stuck out to the side started to shake, her ass jiggling from the motion. Tommy knew she might cum soon. He redoubled his movement, pounding her roughly. His hand shot from her breast to her pussy and he furiously rubbed her clit. Zatanna's pitch got higher and she buried her head into the seat of the chair. Tommy's cock was drilling her while she worked her pussy. Finally the shaking transferred from her leg to her whole body, the orgasm rippling through her. She began to shout. "Yfisnetfi! Yfisnetfi! Yfisnetfi!" Whatever she yelled caused her body to convulse violently, her hips thrusting back against Tommy's dick. One hand shot to her mouth and she bit it, trying to either stifle her noise or prevent herself from accidentally swallowing her tongue. Tommy helped matters by shoving his cock as deep as he could go inside Zatanna and then holding it there during the length of her orgasm. She screamed louder and her body convulsed. Finally, Tommy pulled out. He hadn't realized that he was the only thing holding Zatanna up was his dick and when he pulled out she tumbled forward, sending herself and the director's chair hurtling to the floor. She lied there for a moment, her body twitching involuntarily. "Are you... are you okay?" Tommy asked nervously. He hoped she wasn't hurt. Zatanna didn't respond; instead, she quickly scrambled herself back up to her knees, quickly took off her vest and threw herself at Tommy's cock. She moaned as she took him in her mouth, her bright red lips wrapping around the head of his dick. Her tongue thrashed wildly around his tip while her hand started stroking up and down furiously on his cock. Her pussy juices made him slick and wet and she was able to jerk him easily. Tommy looked down, wondering who this woman was. Before she had seemed so polished, so sure of herself, someone who had everything figured out. Now, her cheeks red and her eyes filled with lust, she seemed like someone else entirely. Tommy liked it. Zatanna whispered, "I love your new cock," to Tommy and looked up at him while she sucked his dick. Their eyes held, Zatanna never once breaking eye contact as she bobbed her head on his cock. She saw that he was barely holding on, popped his cock out of her mouth and smiled. It was that same mesmerizing, wonderful smile that Tommy had seen on her webpage, except this time her hair was wild and her mouth was covered in her own juices and spit. "I... I think I'm going to cum," Tommy whispered. The batter in his balls was rising up and Tommy could feel himself getting ready to explode. It wasn't until now that he wondered how big his load would be. Zatanna kept stroking Tommy's dick and began to look around. "Okay, we should probably find a trash can or a bucket or somethi- AHHHH!!" Tommy was cumming. A lot. His semen exploded out of him in streams. The first hit Zatanna right in the nape of the neck, sending cum dribbling down her tits. She screamed in surprise and put up her hands but it was no use against the volume Tommy was shooting of his cock. Tommy grabbed his cock and started jerking it, too wrapped in his own intense orgasm to show concern for anything else. He had never had an orgasm like it. It felt like he was flying, each eruption from his cock sending him higher and higher. Zatanna, meanwhile, was getting drenched. Tommy's cum was shooting higher now, the initial part shooting over her head and onto her makeup table. The rest of his rope hit her from head to navel. Some fell into her open mouth, stifling her shout. Her eyes shut tight as strings of cum laid over them. Zatanna stopped screaming and resigned herself to her fate. She waited for Tommy to stop. Let's Be Batman Pt. 19 But he didn't stop. Tommy was erupting, over and over again, for what seemed like an eternity to him. Every time he did a bolt of pleasure shot through his body. Finally, after what seemed like a gallon of cum had left his body, Tommy's cock stopped ejaculating. He looked down and saw that his cock was erect but fading and his balls looked normal once again. He sighed in relief. Tommy then looked at Zatanna and with a start realized that he had completely covered her, head to toe, in his cum. She wiped her eyes, looked at him, and spoke. "Well I thi-" Tommy's cock convulsed and threw out one last little bit of cum. It landed on Zatanna's nose. She crinkled it and the cum dribbled onto her lips. She licked them instinctively. "Well I think you're okay now," Zatanna finally managed to get out. Her once wavy hair was flattened by Tommy's cum. Her tits were splattered and the cum dripped off them onto the floor. Some cum pooled in her belly button. "...Sorry about that," Tommy finally muttered. He was embarrassed. What if she hated him now? What if she told the real Batman what had happened. 'I fucked up,' He thought. Zatanna surprised Tommy, though. She began to laugh. She smiled widely as she laughed, that same beautiful smile, the cum dripping down to her lips. "What are friends for?" She asked. She grabbed Tommy's cock and quickly sucked on it, draining the cum from around the head of his cock. Tommy twitched away, unable to handle the sensation. "And hey," Zatanna said, "I'm proud of you, Bruce. You didn't cry this time." *** Tommy left Zatanna's dressing room feeling like he was walking on air. The magician had cast a spell to clean herself up and had wished "Bruce" a goodbye with a peck on the cheek. Tommy had told her that this was a one-time thing and Zatanna agreed that they should forget it ever happened. Tommy hoped for his one sake that she would keep to her word. As Tommy glided along the rooftops of Gotham City he heard a crackling over his headpiece. "Batman, are you okay? Did she fix... everything?" It was Batgirl. "Yep," Tommy replied, "I'm good as new." 'Better than new,' Tommy thought, thinking of his enhanced girth. He wondered if that was permanent. "Good," Batgirl said. "I need you over at 5th and Funland Drive right away." The name resonated with Tommy. "Funland... isn't that the old amusement park?" Tommy had been there as a kid; the only happy day he could remember with his mom happened there. Batgirl crackled over the intercom. "Yes, it is. I've been tracking someone the last few hours and I think I've uncovered a plot by the-" The line went dead. Tommy tapped his ear a few times. "Batgirl? Are you there?" Tommy wondered if maybe she had gone out of range. Funland WAS on the edge of town and it's possible the intercoms didn't work that far. Still, he was worried. He was so worried that he didn't hear the light footsteps coming behind him. *Thwack! Tommy fell and hit the ground. He grabbed the back of his head. As he did so he tried to turn towards his attacker. From his vantage point he could only see 3 sets of feet: he saw black high heels, a pair of red & purple boots, and bare green feet. Someone brought something down on Tommy's head again. As he passed out, he became vaguely aware of the fact that he was going to die. (Will our hero meet his untimely end? Tune in to the next installment whenever it gets finished! Or just go masturbate to something else, whatever works.) Let's Be Batman Pt. 20 The worst part about waking up after having been knocked unconscious is the realization that you don't know where you are. Well... maybe the splitting headache. Or the harsh ringing in the ears. But the not knowing where you are is at least one of the three worst things about getting knocked unconscious. Tommy currently didn't know where he was. He knew he was on his back, lying on what felt like a mattress. He was blindfolded and his hands and legs were bound. He panicked for a second until he realized he was still safely in his Batsuit. He sighed in relief. Tommy tried to remember what had happened. He remembered that he had talked to Zatanna and then... Tommy smiled. Then he had been... talking to Batgirl, he thought? And after that... nothing. He couldn't remember. Tommy shook his hands, testing his constraints. They were tight. He couldn't hear anything over the ringing in his ears. He calmed himself, closing his eyes and thinking hard. What would Batgirl do to get out of a situation like this? He lifted his hips and bounced down. 'Still have my utility belt,' He thought. Whoever attacked him must have been afraid to take it off. Slowly, a plan formed in his mind. Over the ringing in his ears, Tommy became aware of a door opening. He tried to count the footsteps but it was too cluttered together for him to make sense of it. All he could tell was that it was getting closer. The bed squeaked once to his right. Then once to his left. Then everywhere numerous times. 'Someone's jumping on the bed,' Tommy thought. The person jumped once and was off the bed for longer than normal. They came crashing down and landed on Tommy's stomach, causing him to exhale hard. He could feel that they were straddling him. The blindfold came off Tommy's face and he blinked repeatedly. 'Also, sensitivity to light,' He thought, mentally adding to his checklist of the worst things about getting knocked out. The light was coming from above him and it made it hard to see the 3 figures on his bed. His eyes were so bleary he could barely hear them. The one on his left was wearing something tight and black. Her cleavage was supple. She was smiling. She had nice lips, Tommy thought. Green eyes shone at him. The on on his right was a little bigger. Bustier, at least. All Tommy could see was the hint of green. The one straddling him Tommy could see a little better. She was... a nurse? 'No, not a nurse,' Tommy corrected; a nurse's uniform but not a nurse. Something about it made it seem off or strained.Tommy tried to make out her face but it seemed to be whited out. As he strained, he could just see that it was makeup. Tommy fought through the haze. Gradually, it came together: black skintight costume, someone covered in green, a person who wore makeup and would jump on the bed... Tommy realized who had captured him. He had been "intimately" involved with all three. All three had reason to want him dead. "I'm screwed," Tommy muttered. *** (5 minutes earlier...) "Okay, how do you want to do this?" Catwoman asked impatiently. She was starting to think that maybe joining up with these two other supervillains wasn't the best idea. Her two compatriots, Poison Ivy & Harley Quinn, were... temperamental. Ever since they had left Arkham, Catwoman had dealt with petty squabbles and personality quirks. Ivy was consumed with desire to kill Batman and all men in general, while Harley... was Harley. There were times that she was lucid and somewhat genius; her plan to get them out of Arkham was perfect. Other times, though... Catwoman watched Harley pushing the two ends of her ponytail together, smiling with glee, and sighed. And Catwoman wasn't quite sure that she even wanted to kill Batman. Sure, he was the one who put her in prison but Catwoman couldn't shake the feeling that he hadn't meant to do so. The fact that their rooftop rendezvous had been so brief, followed by nothing, had left Catwoman feeling unfulfilled. 'Or unfilled,' Catwoman thought as she felt her pussy tingle. Catwoman came back to the conversation as Ivy was talking. "...Else is there to do? Batman must die. I can either poison him or rip him apart!" Ivy was getting flush just thinking about it. "...I don't know," Catwoman said. "We have Batman captured. Think of how many places we could rob without him there to ruin our plans? Gotham could be ours! I think we should hit up some banks." "I didn't get out of Arkham to rob some banks," Ivy said with contempt. "I'm here to kill the Bat. As the preeminent symbol of the male patriarchy, Batman is-" "Oh god, here we go," Catwoman said, throwing up her hands. Ivy looked at her with malice. "What's your problem?" "All the time with you and the patriarchy," Catwoman responded. "Can't we just steal shit without dressing it up in some noble cause? You really need to get laid more." Ivy's eyes went wide. Barely holding back her rage, she spat at Catwoman. "We are going to kill Batman, end of story!" "No we're not," Catwoman shot back. "We are going to use this opportunity to get rich!" "I say we suck his dick!" "Shut up, Har... wait, what?" Catwoman looked at Harley Quinn confusedly. Ivy had the same expression on her face. "You know..." Harley said. She brought her closed fist up to her mouth, bobbing her head up and down on it. Her other hand went to the back of her head and she shoved her head forward, bulging her eyes as she did so. Then she jerked her closed fist back and forth before exploding it into her face; she gave a small moan and stuck out her tongue. Catwoman watched with bafflement. "No, I know how to suck di... WHY would he suck his dick?" Harley shrugged. "I don't know. Why not?" Both Catwoman and Ivy struggled for a response. Harley looked at them expectantly. Ivy finally spoke. "Because... because we hate him, that's why! You hate him more than anyone, Harl!" "Doesn't mean I can't enjoy his dick," Harley said matter-of-factly. Catwoman & Ivy couldn't tell if she was being insane or not. "Didn't you two like getting fucked by him? I haven't felt the same since." Catwoman looked down at the ground sheepishly. "But Harley," Ivy said with exasperation, "We broke out of prison to kill Batman!" It was Harley's turn to look at someone with confusion. "Who decided that?" "You did! You told us when you broke us out!" Ivy's eyes were wide. "Oh," Harley replied. She thought for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds like something I'd say. Eh, I guess I changed my mind." "Besides, I don't even do that anyway," Ivy added haughtily. Now it was Ivy's turn to get looked at like a crazy person. "You don't do what? Suck dick?" Catwoman asked in confusion. "No, I don't," Ivy replied. "Men have been dominating women for years and one of the principal way they do that is sexual domina..." Ivy trailed off as she realized that her two compatriots weren't listening to her. They were too busy laughing. "What's so funny?" Ivy asked, annoyed. Catwoman & Harley laughed louder. Harley struggled to speak while laughing. "Hahaha... I'm Ivy and I don't suck cock because I'm a prude ahahahahahaha!!" She fell to the ground in laughter. Catwoman laughed harder, clearly enjoying Harley's joke. "Shut up, both of you!" Ivy yelled, stamping her feet. "Oh calm down," Catwoman told Ivy, trying to stifle her laugh. "I just can't believe that there's a woman in Gotham in this day and age that doesn't suck cock." "Well I don't," Ivy said. She was clearly upset. From the floor, Harley chimed in. "I mean what's next, are you going to say you don't do anal?" Ivy glared at her. Harley's laughter redoubled. Catwoman tried to change the subject before Poison Ivy killed both her and Harley. "Well we need to figure out what we're going to do, anyway. NOT fucking him, Harley," Catwoman said, cutting off Harley as she opened her mouth to speak. "Batgirl or one of his other friends may show up soon and-" "Oh, you don't have to worry about her," Harley said. Catwoman eyed her suspiciously. "Why not?" She asked. Harley looked sheepish. "Oh... uh... hey, remember when Ivy said she doesn't suck dick?" Catwoman & Ivy watched Harley as she once again collapsed to the ground in laughter. Over the sound of her laughing they heard another noise; it was a groan. "Someone's awake," Catwoman said. She could see Ivy gritting her teeth. "We're only going to check on him, Ivy. Just to make sure he hasn't gotten out of his ropes." "I'm going to kill him," Ivy said. "I'm going to screw 'im," Harley said from the floor. "Shut up, Harley," Ivy & Catwoman said together. They opened the door and entered the room holding their captor. Harley hopped up and skipped in after them. *** "Hiya, B-man!" Harley seemed to shout at Tommy, causing him to blink hard. Her voice rang in his head like a gong. Tommy looked up at the 3 supervillains sitting on his bed. Harley was on top of him. She was wearing her familiar makeup but her costume was gone, replaced now by a way-too-tight nurse's outfit. She was busting out of it in all the right places. As she sat on top of Tommy, he recognized that she wasn't wearing underwear. Poison Ivy was at Harley's right. She didn't look very happy. As Tommy remembered what he had done to her, he gulped. Her red hair was on fire and her green skin was a dark olive. Her large breasts were just barely covered by leaves. She was stacked. And then there was Catwoman, thin and lithe. If Tommy wasn't so scared he would have marveled at the lovely variation of the women before him: Harley blonde and full of fire, Ivy red and classic bombshell, Catwoman brunette and sleek. The catlike thief had her familiar jumpsuit on, the zipper on the front pulled down just enough to give him a glimpse at her cleavage. Her hood was on, covering her hair. Tommy breathed hard as he stared at the 3 women. He wasn't sure if it was because of fear or lust. "Do you like my new outfit?" Harley Quinn was asking him. "I had to get a new one after you ruined my old one." "Shut up, Harley," Ivy said icily. Ivy was staring daggers at Tommy. "Give us one good reason why we shouldn't kill you right now." Tommy struggled to think through his haze. He knew he had to choose his words carefully. "Because... because..." He began. He never got to finish his sentence. "Mr. B!" Harley exclaimed, squirming while she straddled Tommy's lap. She moved herself backwards, falling between Tommy's legs, and Tommy's erection popped up underneath his suit. 'God, I need to tape that shit down or something,' Tommy thought. "Jesus Christ..." Catwoman whispered. Even Ivy's icy exterior seemed to melt away as she stared at Tommy's cock. The 3 women were silent for a moment, all held speechless as they viewed the growing cock in Tommy's pants. It was Harley who acted first. "See? What did I tell you gals?" She said. She reached into the Batsuit and grabbed Tommy's cock. Pulling it out of his pants, she held it in her hand. Her eyes were wide with wonder as she gently stroked it. "It's as big as my forearm," She breathed, holding her other arm up to it for comparison. "No! Stop it, Harley!" Ivy yelled, snapping herself out of her daze. She slapped Tommy's dick out of Harley's hand, causing both Harley and Tommy to yelp. "Hey, what's the big idea?!" Harley shouted. She looked up at Ivy like a child who had just had her favorite toy taken away. "We're here to kill him, not..." Ivy trailed off. "But I don't want to kill him, I want to play with his cock!" Harley replied. She was beginning to throw a tantrum. "I have to say, I like her idea better," Tommy said, pointing at Harley. "YOU SHUT UP!" Ivy yelled at him. She turned to her Catwoman & Ivy. "I can't believe you two supposedly forward-thinking women turn to little sluts just at the site of, of this!" She said, grabbing Tommy's cock. "Just because it's huge and throbbing doesn't mean we need to let ourselves fall to the altar of this... thing!" Tommy wasn't sure what Poison Ivy was talking about but he liked the feeling of her hand on his dick. "Calm down, Ivy," Catwoman told her. "Jesus, you REALLY need to get laid." Ivy started to yell. "You bitch, you're just a tool of the patriarchy that has kept us do-" "Oh shut up," Catwoman said. She grabbed Ivy's head and pulled her forward, sending her mouth-first onto Tommy's cock. Her hand had been holding it straight up in the air and she fell onto it, taking half of it in her mouth. Her eyes bulged and she tried to speak with his dick in her mouth. He tongue thrashing made Tommy groan and he sank into the moldy bed that he had been tied to. Catwoman had 2 handfuls of Ivy's long red hair and was bouncing her up and down on Tommy's dick. Ivy's hands reached out for some sort of leverage to pull herself off Tommy's cock but Harley grabbed her hands and held them behind her back. Ivy was helpless as the cock violated her mouth. Tommy had a plan to escape. He was going to drop a smoke bomb as a distraction, then slip the small knife he kept in his left glove into his hand and cut his bindings. He had his bolas with him and was going to use those to take his attackers off his feet. He would have been out the window by the time they had recovered. But now, as he watched Catwoman & Harley Quinn force Poison Ivy to suck his dick, he thought maybe he should stick around for a while. He still slipped the knife into his hand, though; he thought he might need his hands eventually. Ivy was on her knees to Tommy's side, her body bunched up as she bobbed up and down on his cock. Catwoman was standing over her, pushing with her whole body on the back of Ivy's head. Harley was still sitting on her ass between Tommy's legs; it was hard for Tommy to see but he thought she was holding Ivy's hands with one hand while she was fingering herself with the other. Ivy had stopped struggling and seemed to be resigned to taking Batman's cock. Tommy watched as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, sending a stream of spit that fell down his shaft and onto his balls. He realized she was trying to breathe while still taking his dick; he began to buck his hips, forcing himself deeper inside Ivy's wet mouth. Catwoman finally let Ivy off Tommy's dick. Poison Ivy came up gasping for air, her hair matted and her eyes wide. She pushed herself backwards and tumbled off the bed, her legs going high in the air. Harley squealed with laughter, kicking her legs into the air. Ivy scrambled to her feet and came at her former partners, fuming. "I'm going to kill both of you!" She yelled. "What's a matter, Red, you didn't like that?" Harley asked, wiping away tears. "No, of course not!" Ivy shouted. Harley looked between Ivy's legs. "Coulda fooled me," She said, running her finger along Ivy's thigh. She ran her hand through the dribble of juice running down Ivy's leg. Harley brought it to her mouth and licked it with a satisfying smack. Ivy seemed surprised to find that she was wet. While Ivy tried to rationalize the feelings running through her Harley took the opportunity to throw herself on Tommy's dick. She sucked him greedily, using Ivy's saliva to lubricate him enough that she could stroke him while she bobbed on his dick. She was fingering herself viciously while she did so. Tommy moaned and sank his ass into the mattress before jerking his hips upward violently, sending his cock into Harley's throat. Harley moaned and began fingering herself faster. Tommy barely heard Catwoman mutter, "Ah, fuck it," and climb off the bed. She stood up and placed a leg on the mattress, bending over and pulling down the zipper on her boot. She did the same with the other and threw them both behind her. Finally, she pulled down the zipper on the front of her suit and peeled it off. Tommy hadn't actually seen her naked before and she managed to take his attention off the villainess sucking his dick with her beauty. "I don't want you ruining this suit too," Catwoman told him. Tommy unconsciously bucked his hips faster. "I don't know how you can want this," Ivy spat at Catwoman. She motioned at Harley, busily bobbing on Tommy's dick. "Her I can understand, she's crazy, but you? You're supposed to be smarter than this." Catwoman smiled and shrugged, sending her breasts jiggling. "I love being a strong, smart woman. I also love to fuck. Sue me." Catwoman got back onto the mattress and brought her mouth close to Tommy's cock. Harley noticed and brought her mouth off Tommy's dick. Both women stuck out their tongues and licked the tip of Tommy's dick, making him shiver. Catwoman brought her mouth closer and took him in her mouth. Tommy's head reared back. He loved fucking Ivy & Harley's mouths but there was something special about being in the mouth of a woman who knew how to give a proper blowjob. Catwoman's tongue danced around the head of his dick, seemingly hitting every spot that drove Tommy wild. She sucked her breath in around his dick, making him shiver, before slowly breathing hot breath around him. He could feel her saliva drip down his cock. It was all he could do not to cum. Suddenly, Tommy felt Catwoman's mouth shoved violently down his shaft. He was impressed that she was able to take his entire dick in her mouth on the first try this time. 'She must have been practicing,' Tommy thought. He glanced up and saw that Catwoman hadn't throated him willingly; Poison Ivy was returning the favor, throwing Batman's cock down Catwoman's throat. Catwoman was caught by surprise but quickly found her rhythm. Though her eyes strained and her breaths became ragged, she never stopped working her tongue on Tommy's dick. "C'mon, girls, let's not fight," Tommy said, drawing a severe look from Poison Ivy. The villainess slowly let go of Catwoman's head, letting the jewel thief come up for air. Harley grabbed Catwoman by the back of her cap and Ivy by the hair and brought each of them to a side of Tommy's cock. They wrapped around his dick, their lips pressed together. Catwoman kissed Ivy around Tommy's cock. Ivy returned the favor. With Harley keeping their lips tightly pressed together, Tommy began to pump his cock. If there was a feeling better than this, Tommy hadn't yet experienced it. Two of the most infamous supervillains in Gotham were kissing around his dick while he fucked them. He didn't know how it could get better. Right as that thought went through his mind, Tommy felt Harley's mouth wrap around the head of his dick. Now he had THREE of the most infamous supervillains wrapped around his dick. He fought the urge to cum. Harley's hands had fallen away from the heads of the other two villainesses. Tommy finally broke his bonds and used his hands to squeeze them tightly around his dick. None of the women noticed that he was no longer their prisoner. They were too focused on his cock. It was Catwoman who pulled away first. She brought her mouth away from Tommy's dick and wiped away Ivy's saliva from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. She brought her hand up to her mouth and licked it. Then she spoke. "I guess sucking dick isn't as bad as you thought, Ivy," She said, smiling. "Mmmmmhmmm," Ivy replied, her tongue still wrapped around Tommy's shaft. "Let's see what else you haven't tried," Catwoman said, grabbing Ivy by her hair. The botanist moaned in surprise as she was pulled up onto the bed. Catwoman positioned Ivy on top of Tommy, facing him. Grabbing Tommy's dick, Catwoman began to rub it against Ivy's snatch. "Ohhhhh," Ivy moaned, her eyes closed. She was sopping wet now. Tommy stared up at her beautiful breasts and he reached up and grabbed one. Ivy slapped his hand away. "I can't believe I'm letting you do this to me," She whispered to Tommy. "He isn't doing anything to you," Catwoman whispered into Ivy's ear. "This is what you want." With that, Catwoman deftly moved Tommy's dick to Poison Ivy's ass. Ivy's eyes shot open in surprise as Tommy lifted himself inside her. Let's Be Batman Pt. 20 "OOOOOHHHHHHHH!!" Ivy screamed as Tommy's cock popped into her ass. He was slick with spit so he worked himself in surprisingly easily. Ivy was sitting high, unwilling to sit on Tommy's dick. Catwoman helped her along by pushing down on Ivy's shoulders, sending the cock deeper into her asshole. Ivy screamed again. Tommy worked himself in slowly. He grabbed Ivy by the hips and held her in place while he shoved up inside her. Her hands gripped tightly to his chest plate and her eyes were closed tightly. She seemed to be biting her lips. Tommy gripped the sides of her hips and pushed himself in deeper. Ivy groaned hard. Catwoman reached her hand around and began to massage Ivy's pussy. Ivy immediately began to respond, moaning loudly. Tommy reached back up and grabbed one of her breasts; this time she didn't push him away. She sank onto Tommy's dick, taking him deeply, and screamed. Ivy seemed to have trouble processing what was happening to her. She had her most hated foe underneath her, his cock buried in her ass. Her biggest criminal rival was behind her, reaching around and stimulating her pussy. And the crazy woman who had put this whole plan into motion was somewhere Ivy couldn't see. Ivy could only comprehend the intense feeling in her pussy. Her skin turned a reddish tint and she groaned. She sat up straight on Tommy's dick; it was almost completely inside her. Shaking, she began to cum. Ivy's ass clamped tightly on Tommy's dick as she came. He gritted his teeth and began pumping as much as he could, causing Ivy to scream louder. Tommy wasn't sure where they were but he figured that anyone within a quarter mile could hear her. Catwoman's hand was working furiously, buried inside Poison Ivy's pussy. Ivy turned her head towards Catwoman's and they kissed, Ivy moaning into the feline villains' mouth. Ivy's orgasm finally subsided and she lifted herself gingerly off Tommy's dick. She breathed heavily and, for the first time, Tommy thought she smiled. Catwoman smiled with her. "See, men aren't so bad. At least one part of them isn't, anyway," Catwoman said. Ivy nodded in agreement. "Hey, don't stop now!" A voice called out. The three on the bed looked towards the door and saw Harley Quinn walking in. She was still in her nurse's outfit but had something sticking out of the bottom of it. As she got closer, Tommy could see what it was. "Harl, why do you have a strap-on?" Ivy asked while still trying to catch her breath. Harley got a confused look on her face. "Why wouldn't I have a strap-on?" She asked sincerely. Tommy looked at it with alarm before noting with relief that it wasn't as big as he was. Then he looked at it with alarm again before noting with relief that Harley was heading towards Catwoman with it, not him. Catwoman eagerly got on her knees on the side of the bed and laid herself over it, her ass sticking up invitingly into the air. "Huh, who woulda figured the cat would like doggy style?" Harley said, getting onto her knees behind Catwoman. She played with Catwoman's wet pussy for a bit before shoving herself inside. Catwoman moaned in pleasure. Harley smacked Catwoman's ass playfully. "Is this how I do it, Mr. B?" Harley asked Tommy, thrusting herself inside Catwoman roughly. She reached up and pulled the cap off Catwoman's head, sending her shaggy black hair flying. "Here, let me show you," Tommy replied, positioning himself behind Harley. He pushed her forward so that she was straddling Catwoman; then he grabbed his massive cock and pushed it into Harley's big ass. He shoved himself inside her hard, not giving her a chance to adjust. Harley squealed. Catwoman squealed too, Tommy's thrusting sending Harley's strap-on deep insider her. Tommy began thrusting hard, burying his dick in Harley's ass. Her ass took him much easier than Ivy's virgin hole but it still wrapped tightly around his shaft. He pulled at her nurse's outfit, using it as leverage to fuck her more deeply. Each thrust of his dick pounded Harley's ass and sent her flying forward, shoving her deep inside Catwoman in turn. Poison Ivy, for her part, had recovered and was now making her way over in front of Catwoman. She spread her legs in Catwoman's face; the feline quickly took the treat and began to lick Ivy's pussy hungrily. All four of them moaned at different times, creating a cacophony of fucking that echoed in the bare room. Tommy let go of Harley's nurse's outfit and grabbed her by the pigtails, jerking her head backwards as he shoved himself deep in her ass. She squealed when he did so. He pulled her back far and could see her tongue was sticking out, her eyes rolled into the back of her head. He wondered why he loved fucking her so roughly; probably because she loved it so much. Tommy had Harley almost straight up and down, her ass tight around his cock. As he shoved inside her she moaned from her throat, one hand groping a breast while the other gripped Catwoman's hip. Catwoman, meanwhile, was buried in Ivy's snatch. Ivy was toying with her healthy breasts and moaning loudly. Suddenly, as if on cue, it seemed as if all of them began to cum. It started with Harley, who yipped loudly and shuddered. Her shuddering flowed from her body into Catwoman's, who groaned deep from her throat into Ivy's pussy. Ivy began to scream again, pumping her pussy on Catwoman's face. All of them were turning red and shaking. It was too much for Tommy. He thought that he needed to hold on because he hadn't had a chance to fuck Catwoman in the ass (and he REALLY wanted to fuck Catwoman in the ass) but the thought of that is what sent him over the edge. He cursed silently and resigned himself to cumming. He fucked Harley harder, bucking his cock deep in her ass. As the 3 women slowly began to come down from their orgasm, Tommy began to wind up. When he thought he couldn't take it anymore he pulled out of Harley and stood up, his hand shooting to his cock. He stroked himself as he watched the scene before him. Harley quickly turned around and looked up at Tommy, waiting for him to cum. Catwoman slowly moved towards him as well, her body heavy and tired from her orgasm. Ivy finally got up lazily and crawled over the bed, getting off the side and onto her knees. The three women, Harley Quinn, Catwoman and Poison Ivy, looked up at Tommy's dick expectantly. "I thought you didn't like it when I came on you," Tommy asked Ivy while he jerked his dick. Ivy glared at him and opened her mouth, her tongue just slightly sticking out. Tommy began to cum, hitting Ivy first with a thick rope that landed from her cheek to her hair. He quickly moved his dick to Catwoman just in time to hit her with a stream directly in her mouth. She smiled and swallowed it readily. Tommy's next shot hit Harley on the forehead, the cum dribbling down her face and into her eyes. She wiped it away quickly, depositing it into her mouth. Tommy came again and again, moving himself around like a sprinkler to deposit his cum on the three villainesses. They took his cum readily, moving it around their faces, swallowing it, sticking some in each other's mouths. As Tommy's cum shot waned, he deposited his dick in each woman's mouth and pumped inside them quickly, letting them take the last little bit of cum in their mouths. His dick fell out of Ivy's mouth with a satisfying pop and he tried to catch his breath. "Mmm, that was fun," Catwoman said, sweeping some of Tommy's cum on her finger. She stuck it in Harley's mouth. "I think we're going to have to keep you here for a while, Batman." "Nmmmmm," Harley said, her mouth full of cum. "We can't for too much longer, he needs to go to Funland to-" She stopped suddenly, her hand clasping over her mouth. "Funland..." Tommy muttered. He had just heard that name before. It was after he had left Zatanna, when he was talking to... "Batgirl," He whispered. He looked down at Harley Quinn in horror. She smiled back at him. He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. "What did you do to Batgirl???" He shouted at her. She laughed. "I didn't do nothin' to her," She responded, smiling the whole time. "Mr. J, on the other hand..." Tommy released Harley, backing away slowly. He quickly put his cock back in his pants. Still on their knees, Ivy & Catwoman were confused. "Mr. J? The Joker?" Catwoman said. "You mean this was all a plot by the Joker?" Harley nodded. "Ta-da! Pretty good, don't you think?" "But why did... why did you break us out of prison? Just to fuck Batman? Couldn't you have knocked him out yourself?" Ivy asked. Ivy nodded again. "Sure I coulda. But this was more fun, doncha think?" "Wait wait wait," Catwoman said. "So you're telling me that you voluntarily committed yourself in an insane asylum for weeks, arranged to get me transferred there, broke the three of us out of prison, got the drop on fucking Batman of all people, brought him here, somehow assumed that we would fuck him instead of killing him... just so he couldn't bother the Joker while he did something to Batgirl?" "Yup!" Harley squealed with glee. "...You're fucking crazy," Catwoman said. "I know, right?" Harley replied. Tommy turned and headed for the door. Harley shouted after him, "Wait, I gotta keep you here for another half-hour!" but Tommy didn't pay her any attention. Nothing was going to keep him from getting to the door. Suddenly, vines shot in through the windows, keeping Tommy from getting to the door. Tommy struggled but his arms and legs were quickly bound. Behind him, he heard Ivy speak. "I don't know what's going on, but you're not going anywhere! Just because I fucked you doesn't mean I don't want to kill you. You're going to pa-" Tommy heard a thud, followed by a heavier thud soon after. The vines slackened on his wrists and Tommy was freed. He turned around and was surprised to see Poison Ivy knocked out on the floor. Above her stood Catwoman, still naked and covered with his cum. "Go," She said simply. Tommy tried to reply. "Thank y-" "GO!!" Catwoman shouted. She was positioning herself towards Harley in a threatening manner as Tommy turned and ran out the door. *** Tommy's throat burned as he raced across town to Funland. His muscles were sore, his head was still pounding, but he didn't slow down for a moment. He was a machine, scurrying over Gotham's rooftops quickly and silently. He didn't stop to catch his breath until he had reached Funland. Tommy used the line launcher, connecting it to the building he was on and the roof of a carousel. After Tommy had glided the distance, he unlatched himself and peered around. The old amusement park had been deserted for 5, maybe 7 years. The former source of so much joy was now dark and depressing. Switching on his night vision, Tommy searched for some source of movement or activity. He needed some sort of sign that Barbara was here. The only thing that gave him any hope was something that Harley had said: he had apparently escaped her "trap" a little earlier than she or the Joker had anticipated. Maybe, with the time advantage and the element of surprise, he could... Tommy suddenly saw movement coming from the center of the park, next to a funhouse. Zooming closer, he saw that it was a body. It was moving, but barely. Tommy used his cape to fly over to the body. As he got closer, Tommy realized that it was a man's body, not a woman's. The man was lying face down and seemed to be unconscious. Tommy approached slowly, aware that this could be a trap. He cautiously flipped the man over with his foot. As he did, he realized that he knew this man. "Commissioner Gordon...?" Tommy whispered. He dropped down to a knee and shook the police chief. The commissioner mumbled and furrowed his brow. "Barbara... Barbara..." He mumbled in his dream-like state. Tommy figured the Joker had dosed Gordon with something to keep him disoriented until he could finish his little game. He shook the commissioner, trying to get through to him. "Where can I find Barbara?" Batman said, shaking Gordon. "Fun... funhouse," Gordon weakly replied, his eyes never opening. "Don't let them... hurt my daughter..." Tommy was stunned. "Barbara is your daughter?!" He said too loudly. Quickly he ducked, as if his words had given him away. 'I've been boning the commisioner's daughter?' Tommy thought to himself. He wondered why Barbara had never bothered to tell him that little bit of information. Tommy picked up Gordon and moved him to a dark corner of the amusement park. Then he turned and headed inside the Funhouse. The abandoned Funhouse was dark and quiet. The only sound Tommy could hear was... chattering? It sounded like chattering teeth. The ride looked like it had been redesigned; on the floor were marks where the old walls had been. 'Looks like Joker did some redecorating,' Tommy thought. He frowned. Cautiously, he worked his way forward. He stepped slowly down a long hallway. About halfway down he stepped and heard a click. "Oh shi-" Tommy said aloud, quickly dropping himself facedown on the ground. A bullet whizzed over his head, coming from a gun that had popped out of the wall at the end of the hallway. In the distance, Tommy could hear raucous laughter. He crawled on his belly to the end of the hallway and entered the next room. It was a hall of mirrors. Tommy looked at it, trying to figure out a plan. Finally, he muttered, "Fuck this," and began throwing batarangs. The mirrors cracked and fell to the floor with a crash, leaving a clear line of sight to the exit for Tommy. "Oh, you're no fun," The Joker's voice cracked over a loudspeaker. "Where's Barbara?!" Tommy yelled into the air. The Joker laughed in response. "Oh let me check the time... I'd say she's in several places now," The Joker said before cracking up in response. Tommy's eyes flashed white. "You... you killed her?" He called out. The Joker's laughter burned at Tommy. Despair turned to rage and he stomped to the exit to the mirror room. A thug was waiting, holding a gun. "Joker wants you to wait here, pa-" The thug began. Tommy didn't let him finish before he buried his elbow into the thug's windpipe. The man collapsed to the ground. Tommy grabbed the gun and continued on through the Funhouse. The next area was a large room with a ball pit. Tommy didn't see an exit at first. He was too distracted by the man sitting at the center of the ball pit. "Oh no, Bats! You can't be here yet, you're too early!" The Joker shouted, his hands thrust up into the air. His face caked with makeup, his purple suit crinkled and unkempt, he was undoubtedly the man in charge here. Tommy hated him with a passion for what he had done to Barbara. "Aww, what's wrong?" Joker faked a pout when he saw Tommy's face. "Are you mad about your little Bat-bitch? I don't see why you're so upset; I let you play with my little sidekick so it's only fair that I get to play with yours. I guess I'm just a little rougher than you are." "SHUT. UP," Tommy said, barely containing his anger. The Joker smiled widely. "You seem a little upset, Bats. I don't know if I've ever seen you so mad! Here's what I'm going to do," The Joker said. He made his way out of the ball pit, pratfalling into them dramatically with every step. He finally worked his way to the edge and hopped up out of them. He was maybe 10 feet away from Tommy now. "I'm going to give you a free shot." Tommy paused, for the first time forgetting his anger. He wasn't sure what game Joker was playing. "Go on, hit me!" The Joker said, holding his arms out to the side. "Take me out once and for all and end my scourge upon Gotham!" The Joker closed his eyes, still smiling widely. His eyes shot open, though, when he heard the cocking of a gun. "Hey, what's that?" He said, his smug facade fading. "When did you start carrying a gun?" Tommy didn't reply. "Hahahahaha," The Joker laughed suddenly, finding this all very funny. "I get it, you're pretending that you're going to kill me. We all know Batman doesn't kill." The Joker's smiled filled Tommy's view. Tommy finally spoke. "I don't think you understand one thing," Tommy said. He brought the gun up to his shoulder. "I'm not Batman." The smile from Joker's face fell. "...What?" He said softly. Tommy shot the Joker in the face. The Joker flew backwards, landing in the ball pit. The hole in his head smoked. As he sunk backwards into the balls, Tommy noticed that, for once, the Joker wasn't smiling. Tommy let the gun drop to the floor. He tried to process what he had done. He had gotten Batgirl killed, he had broken Batman's most sacred rule, and he had just murdered someone. Tommy fell to his knees and began to cry. Tommy cried like a baby. If anyone had seen him, they would have been embarrassed for him. Even accounting for the situation, it was a little much. Snot, tears, the whole nine yards. Really it was kind of depressing. As Tommy wept pathetically, he suddenly thought he heard a sound from the next room. It sounded like muffled screaming. Tommy dried his little baby tears from his face and moved around the ball pit to the room beyond. As he entered, he stopped. "Barbara...?" He whispered. There, lying on her stomach with her arms and legs tied up, was Batgirl. Her arms were tied high around her and her suit had numerous rips and tears. Her mask was still on, though, and she seemed to be relatively unharmed. Batgirl's eyes were wide with surprise and she was laughed into her gag. "Barbara!" Tommy shouted, rushing over to her. He removed the gag from her mouth and tried to kiss her. She turned her mouth to the side. "Easy there, slugger," She told him. Tommy ignored that and began to untie her bonds. "Wait," Batgirl said, stopping Tommy from untying her. "...Can you come back in like 15 minutes?" "What?" Tommy said confusedly. "Why? We need to get the hell out of here." "Well... it's just that the Joker said he was going to come back soon and when he did he was going to do stuff to me." Barbara said sheepishly. Tommy stared at her. "Are you fucking insane???" He finally exploded. "Ooh, maybe you can wait in a corner and then stop him in the middle and then the two of you could both fu... no, that wouldn't work, he'd never go for that," Barbara said. She seemed to be running scenarios in her head. "Barbara," Tommy said, trying to get through to her as he cut the bonds on her hands and ankles, "We need to get out of here. I'm not going to let the Joker fuck you. He can't, anyway. He's... he's..." Tommy began to tear up again. "Okay okay, I got it. You came and saved me and I reward appropriately," Barbara said. She squirmed. "Oh yeah, I think I like that idea but what have to be quick. C'mon, take off your pants." Batgirl's newly freed hands shot to Tommy's belt. She thrust her hand inside his pants and started jerking his dick. "Barbara please, I'm not... I'm not in a good place right now," Tommy said, trying not to let any more tears fall from his eyes. "Oh quit being a pussy and fuck mine," Batgirl said, pulling Tommy's pants down to his knees. She stroked him hard and quick. Tommy looked down and realized his cursed cock was getting hard yet again. He hated himself. When Tommy was three-fourths hard, Batgirl quickly positioned herself sideways on the table with her legs in the air. Grabbing at her suit, she opened a hole in it at her pussy for Tommy. She forced his rubbery dick inside her and moaned. "Thank you for saving me, Batman, now take your reward," She groaned. Her head was off the table and she made no effort to hold it up. Reluctantly, Tommy began to fuck her. "Ooh fuck me, Batman," She groaned again, her hand shooting to her clit. Tommy couldn't see her face now since it was hanging off the table. He was glad; he didn't know if he could look her in the eye anyway. He began pumping a little harder. Let's Be Batman Pt. 20 "Oh Batman!" She shouted, furiously working her clit. "Please don't call me that," Tommy mumbled. "Oh Batman!!" Batgirl shouted louder, her back arched and her head completely out of Tommy's sight. His hands on her hips were the only thing holding her on the table. "I said don't," He said, a little louder. Batgirl probably didn't hear him over the sound of her own moans. "OH BATMAN!!" Batgirl screamed, bucking her hips on his cock. "I'M. NOT. BATMAN!!" Tommy shouted, thrusting hard to punctuate each word. His last thrust was hard and Tommy lost his grip on Barbara's slick suit. The force of Tommy's thrust sent her over the side of the table to the floor below. She landed and Tommy heard a crunch. "...Barbara?" Tommy asked cautiously. He tucked his dick back into his pants. Finally, Tommy heard some movement. "...Yeah, I'm okay," Barbara said. Tommy still couldn't see her. "I'm sorry," Tommy said quickly. "I don't know what came over me and-" "I can't," Barbara said, cutting Tommy off. Tommy thought she meant that she couldn't listen to him right now. She followed up on her sentence. "I can't... I can't feel my legs." Let's Be Batman Pt. 21 Alfred searched the Batcave, all the while picking up assorted TV dinner trays and other garbage. The Batmobile had its tarp on and the engine was cold. It hadn't been used in at least a week. The computer was turned off. All the assorted gadgets and suits Batman used were put away. Alfred checked in the guest room of Wayne Manor. The bed he had made 4 nights ago was just as he had left it. The gym bag full of clothes that his guest had brought with him a few months ago was sitting in the corner, untouched. No one had been there. Finally, Alfred called Gotham Central. Using the alias they had planned for Barbara in case of incidents like this, he checked on her condition. He was relieved to find that the doctors believed that, with rigorous physical therapy, she may one day walk again. The doctors thought she was in a car accident; Alfred knew better. He asked if anyone had visited her. The nurse on call said no. Tommy hadn't visited her. He hadn't visited anyone. As far as Alfred knew, no one had seen him in a week. He was gone. *** "So let's see here... Mr. Naylor," The HR rep at Starrware Industries began. "It says here that you have... 3 years at Ace Chemical, and before that 1 year for Gotham Public Transit and before THAT 2 years at Big Belly Burger. But you ended your job at Ace Chemical 5 months ago. What have you been doing in the meantime?" "Uh... well," Tommy began. He had been expecting this question but still seemed unsure how to answer it. "After I was laid off- not fired- from my last job, I took some time to reevaluate my career and where I wanted to head. I took a few classes, did some soul-searching, and I think I kind of found who I am and who I'm not a little bit." "Okay," The HR rep said. She seemed satisfied with Tommy's response. "And your classes were in...?" "What classes?" Tommy replied. The HR rep looked up. "The classes that you said you took, what were they in?" Tommy cursed himself. "Oh! Uh... I took... martial arts and, umm..." Tommy thought about his experiences as Batman. "A class on intergender relations. Real hands on course, I learned a lot." The HR rep looked at him skeptically. "I see. Mr. Naylor, what would you say makes you a valuable addition to the Starrware team?" Tommy wiped his palms against his pants. He had fought many dangerous supervillains over the past few months but this interview still made him sweat. "Well I think I'm a hard worker, a self-starter, I'm not afraid to take initiative, I have uh... I have... huge tits..." The HR rep jumped. "Excuse me???" Tommy wasn't paying attention. He had been distracted by the extremely well-endowed woman that was walking by outside the glass-encased office. She was tall with short, blonde hair, pulled tight with a headband on her head. She was wearing a form-fitting green turtleneck and khaki pants. For some reason, the woman looked vaguely familiar to him; he wondered where he had seen her before. She seemed to be trying not to call attention to them but even so, Tommy marveled at her magnificent tits. They seemed to sway heavily as she walked. Tommy adjusted himself in his seat. As the woman walked by, she casually glanced into the interview room Tommy was sitting in. She smiled at him slightly. Tommy could have sworn her eyes flashed red as she glanced down; she seemed to smile wider. "Mr. Naylor!" The HR rep shouted, startling Tommy and bringing him back to attention. "I'm sorry, I think I just got distra-" Tommy began. "I'm sorry, Mr. Naylor, but I don't believe we will be able to hire you at this time. We'll keep your resume on file," The HR rep said curtly. "Oh. ...Are you sure, because I-" "Have a good day, Mr. Naylor," The HR rep said, standing up to indicate that the interview was over. Tommy reluctantly shook her hand and left the room. "Goddammit," he muttered under his breath once he was outside. The third job interview Tommy had been on that week ended in a bust just like the others. He wasn't cut out to be Batman and apparently wasn't cut out to be a construction worker, electrician or a fucking security guard at this place. For the past week, Tommy had been looking for a real job and for the past week he had come up empty. He had left the Batcave the night Barbara was paralyzed and the night he killed the Joker. Quickly grabbing some supplies and a spare suit of Bruce's (not a Batsuit, a regular suit), he had taken off. He had gone back to breaking into abandoned warehouses to spend the night, carefully hanging his suit so as not to crease it. In Tommy's haste to leave the Batcave Tommy had forgotten his bag of clothes. All he had was 2 outfits. Tommy slowly walked towards the elevator. Hanging his head, he pressed the button and waited. 'I have the worst fucking luck,' He thought. At that moment, Tommy heard a noise. It was someone harshly saying, "Psst!" Tommy ignored it, figuring that it was for someone else. He doubted that anyone here really wanted anything to do with him. "Psst!" Tommy heard again. This time he turned his head, searching for the source of the noise. He looked to his left and saw nothing. Turning to his right, Tommy could see... 'Huge tits,' He thought instinctively. The blonde woman from earlier was standing at the end of the hall, motioning with her hand to come closer. Tommy looked behind him, thinking she was talking to someone else. He looked back and saw her wave her hand faster, beckoning to him. "Me?" Tommy mouthed to her. She smiled and nodded. Tommy heard the beep of the elevator behind him as he quickly made his way over to the woman. A girl like that told you to come to her and you didn't ask too many questions. As Tommy got closer, the woman quickly opened a door behind her and stepped inside. Tommy caught the door as it was closing; looking at it, he saw that it was the stairwell. 'Where is she going...?' Tommy wondered. He stepped into the stairwell and was surprised to find that the woman wasn't there. He looked up and down the staircase and saw nothing. "Where the fuck did she go...?" Tommy muttered. Tommy was literally seconds behind her, so how could she have disappeared? Tommy stood there, unsure of what to do. Above him, Tommy heard a door open. He quickly bounded up the steps, trying to find the open door. As Tommy made his way up the steps, he noticed that he never heard the door close. It must still be open, he guessed. He slowed his pace, trying to catch his breath, and searched for a door that was still open. Tommy wasn't sure how many flights he had gone up but it seemed like at least 30. He was starting to sweat. As he traveled, he began to think that maybe he had been tricked. No way could anyone go up all these stairs so quickly, at least not without making some noise that Tommy would have heard. As he traveled, he thought that this would be a lot easier if he had a grappling hook or a line launcher. He shook that thought out of his mind, trying to forget that period of his life. Finally, Tommy reached the very top of the stairwell, coming upon a door that read "Roof Access." He bent over and wheezed, struggling to catch his breath. He must have gone up 40 flights, he thought. As he was bent over, he noticed that the door to the roof had a piece of wood stuck between it, preventing it from closing. He figured that this was where his mystery woman had run off to. Tommy lifted himself up, tried to calm his breathing, and stepped onto the roof. "Hey!" Tommy heard a shout. As he stepped onto the roof, he was greeted to the sight of two massive tits. The woman had her shirt and pants off and was pulling on some sort of white skintight outfit. It was at her waist, giving Tommy a glimpse of her breasts. Tommy was stunned. "What are you DOING???" The blonde woman shouted. Tommy realized he had been staring at her while she was changing and quickly shielded his eyes. He muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," and turned around to find the door. He pulled it and realized it was locked, the piece of wood having fallen when Tommy opened the door. As he yanked at the door, Tommy suddenly realized that this was all wrong. Why had this woman called him over, taken him up to the roof, and then started changing. He was incredibly confused. Tommy slowly turned around and looked at the woman. While he was fumbling with the door, she had finished changing. Her turtleneck and pants were lying on the ground. In their place was what looked like a white one-piece bathing suit that extended down her arms inside blue gloves. A red belt hung around her waist and a red cape was attached to a cord that hung around her neck. The headband was gone and her hair fell in a bob haircut. Of course, that wasn't what got Tommy's attention. The woman's suit had a large square hole carefully placed to show off her magnificent cleavage. Her tits sagged more than they did under her turtleneck (Tommy didn't think she was wearing a bra) but that just made their size stand out even more. The thin material that made up her suit strained and barely held in her massive breasts. The material was held tight, lines forming in it between her tits. Tommy was blown away as he suddenly realized why the woman had looked so familiar to him: She was Power Girl. "Jesus Christ," Tommy whispered. His cock quickly formed a tent in his (well, not his) suit pants. "Oh no!" Power Girl said, the back of her hand flying dramatically to her forehead. "Oh no, my secret identity has been discovered! What will I do?!" Tommy tried to speak, to reassure her that he wasn't going to say anything. He wanted to ask why she had called him up here to get caught changing. He wanted to ask her what the fuck was going on. But right now, all he could do was stare. "Who hired you?" She asked Tommy. His mouth opened but he didn't speak. "Oh I know someone hired you to discover my identity. Who was it?! Was it Dr. Sivana? I bet it was Dr. Sivana. Or maybe some nefarious government agency. Or even..." Power Girl's eyes went wide with fear. "Was it Lord? Oh no, it was Maxwell Lord, wasn't it?" Tommy finally managed to speak. "I... huh?" "Oh god, not Maxwell Lord! You bastard!" Power Girl looked like she might cry. "I can't believe you'd work for that slime." "I don't-" Tommy began. "Oh, don't try to justify yourself," Power Girl snapped. "You're scum. But you've beaten me. Oh God, the humiliation! I can't let anyone know my secret. What do you want from me? I'll do anything for you to not reveal my secret. What do you want? Money? Power?" Tommy was hopelessly confused. He didn't even know where to begin. "I don't want any of that!" He said, flabbergasted. As he said it, he unconsciously adjusted himself in his suit pants. Power Girl's eyes opened wide with horror as she stared at his dick. "You.. you want me to pleasure you? You sick fuck! You discovered my secret just so you could force me to debase myself in some sort of sick, twisted fantasy of yours?" Tommy began to speak and then stopped. He had finally started to think. "I... yes?" Power Girl dropped to her knees, her head facing the ground in defeat. "You want to violate my mouth, use me in whatever way you see fit, no matter how badly I beg you to stop?" Tommy considered it. "Uh... sure." "You want to pull my hair, make me your whore, cover me with your cu-" "Yes yes, I want to do all of that," Tommy said, cutting her off. His dick was rock hard and he wanted to get on with it. Power Girl's lip quivered and she slowly removed her gloves. She tossed them onto her work attire. Tommy came closer, his dick pressed tight against his suit pants. Power Girl reached up and grabbed at his belt, quickly undoing it. She undid his trousers and slid them down to his knees, taking his underwear along with it. His dick stood at attention, quivering slightly in the breeze on top of the roof. Tommy glanced around; they were on the highest building in the area. He wondered if Power Girl had planned it that way. Power Girl was on her knees, just a foot away from Tommy's cock. She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue resting on the edge of her bottom lip. She looked up at Tommy with hate in her eyes. Her mouth moved closer to his dick, now just an inch from his cock. Tommy was desperate for her to start blowing him. Power Girl suddenly jerked her head away. "I can't do it!" She shouted. "I won't let you dominate me like this. You'd have to take me by force somehow to get me to suck your cock." Tommy looked down sadly. 'Wait, is she not going to suck my dick?' He thought. He thought it was impossible for him to be sadder than he already was but somehow... Power Girl looked at him impatiently. "I SAID you'd have to take me by force somehow." It clicked in Tommy's head. "Oh, shit, got it. Uh... I'm going to get what I want from you, Power Girl, one way or the other!" Tommy grabbed Power Girl by the head and moved her towards his dick. She yelped and opened her mouth wide. Tommy's dick slid easily inside. Tommy groaned. Power Girl took his entire dick in her mouth on the first push, lowering herself to the ground so that Tommy's dick could slide deep down her throat. Tommy held her head in place and began to pump his dick in her mouth. He did it slowly, pulling his dick out of her mouth so that the bottom of his head rested on her tongue. Then he slid it slowly all the way into her mouth, her nostrils getting a healthy dose of his pubic hair as his entire massive cock filled her mouth. Tommy pulled her closer to him so that she dropped to her hands and knees. He craned her neck high and pumped his cock down into it. He began pumping faster, fucking her throat. Power Girl sounded like she was gurgling as Tommy's dick violated her. His hands were full of her blonde hair and he gripped it tightly, pulling at it as he brought his dick out of her mouth. Tommy rammed his dick down Power Girl's throat and held it there, causing Power Girl's eyes to strain. She coughed slightly on his dick but otherwise her super throat took him without too much trouble. Tommy pulled his dick from her mouth. Power Girl tried to regain her breath and looked at Tommy from her knees, her eyes tearing up. "You bastard," She said breathlessly. "I can't believe you're violating me like this. Down on my knees, completely helpless, at the mercy of a villain like you..." Tommy noticed that Power Girl's nipples were hard. She was really into this. "Stick out your tongue," Tommy ordered. Power Girl did it immediately. Tommy slapped his cock against Power Girl's tongue multiple times. She affected a high yelp as his meaty cock slapped her. Then he grabbed his dick and started jerking it, bringing his dick above her and sticking his balls in her face. She sucked on them greedily, popping one ball and then the other in her mouth. She sucked Tommy with a ferocity that he had never experienced before; he thought he might burst. He could feel his balls become wet with her spit. Tommy stopped jerking his cock and let it go, his wet dick falling onto Power Girl's forehead. He dragged it down her face, her saliva creating a trail down her forehead and nose. Tommy stopped his dick and rubbed it against her lips, bits of precum sticking to them. She opened her mouth and Tommy put his dick back into her warm mouth. "That's it, you little whore, suck my evil cock," Tommy said, trying to get into the scenario. It wasn't very hard to do so. Power Girl moaned on his dick in response. Tommy saw a hand of hers fall between her legs. She started masturbating as she sucked Tommy's dick. "You like being my fuck toy? I think you do," Tommy told Power Girl. She shook her head no but began working her hand faster on her pussy. Tommy grabbed Power Girl's head and began fucking her mouth once again, faster than before. His cock pounded the back of her throat. "I'm in complete control of you, Power Girl. You're mine to do with however I want. I own you," Tommy said, roughly fucking Power Girl's face. She was moaning loudly now, her mouth open around Tommy's cock. Her tongue was out, licking Tommy's balls as his dick entered her. As Tommy looked down, he could see tears running down her face. "Cum while you suck my dick, whore. I know you want to. You're no longer Power Girl, now you're my Power Slut-" as Tommy said that Power Girl began to cum. She screamed on his dick, sending powerful vibrations up Tommy's spine. Power Girl rocked her body back and forth as she came, each time throwing herself onto Tommy's dick. Tommy tried to hold her head on his cock but she easily moved; Tommy had almost forgotten that Power Girl could easily outmuscle him with barely a thought. Power Girl calmed down, her hand coming out from between her legs. Tommy pulled his dick out of her mouth. "Suck on your fingers," He ordered. Power Girl looked at him, surprised. Tommy thought she'd break character for a moment but she compliantly stuck her fingers deep in her mouth, never breaking eye contact. She closed her mouth around her fingers, sucking them deeply. She slowly brought them out of her mouth. "What's your name?" Tommy asked her. "Power G... Power Slut," Power Girl said. She slumped, acting defeated. "Good," Tommy said. "Now bring out those tits for me." Power Girl looked up, alarmed. "Please, anything but my tits! They're so big and sensitive..." "Do it now!" Tommy demanded Power Girl looked at him sadly and reluctantly tore at the hole in her suit, her giant tits falling out heavily. Tommy sucked in between his teeth. Now that Tommy finally got a good look at Power Girl's breasts (not a quick glimpse as she tried to cover herself), Tommy was able to say for sure that they were, in fact, the best breasts in the entire world. They were giant, soft, and yet still firm enough to stay buoyant without a bra. 'Must be that Kryptonian DNA,' Tommy thought, thinking back to Super Girl's amazing breasts. Tommy reached down and grabbed both of Power Girl's breasts firmly in his hands. She spilled out of his grasp, her breasts far too large for one of his hands. He kneaded her breasts with his hands. Power Girl winced but thrust her chest forward, giving him a better grip. Tommy pulled roughly, causing Power Girl to yelp. "Oh God, I hope you don't fuck my big sensitive tits!" Power Girl yelled. Tommy took the hint and released her breasts, one hand shooting to his cock. He started stroking himself and laid his dick between her tits. "Spit," He ordered. Power Girl opened her mouth to protest but instead let her tongue fall out of her mouth, bringing with it a long trail of drool. It fell slowly, landing on the head of Tommy's dick. From there it fell down his shaft, moistening between her tits. Tommy mushed Power Girl's tits together and began to thrust his dick between them. They were so big that he had trouble getting a grip; he kept having to stop to grab a bigger handful of her tits before he could start titfucking her again. Power Girl saw that Tommy was struggling and helped by bringing her own hands up around her breasts. She clamped them around Tommy's dick and he instantly felt her pillowy tits surround his entire dick. He grabbed Power Girl's shoulders and began fucking her tits furiously. Tommy thrusted hard, the head of his dick emerging from between Power Girl's tits every time he pushed. Other than that it disappeared, lost inside her massive breasts. Power Girl supplied more spit to Tommy's dick and he found himself thrusting easily, his dick getting hot from friction and from being close to cumming. "Please, sir," Power Girl begged, "Don't cum on my tits. I couldn't take that humiliation. I'm begging you, leave me just that little dignity." Tommy thrusted himself harder, rolling onto the balls of his feet every time he thrusted. Power Girl spoke again. Let's Be Batman Pt. 21 "I just couldn't take your hot, sticky cum on my big tits. I'd be so disgraced." Tommy was thrusting as hard as he could. Power Girl began to move her upper body as well, lifting her tits up when Tommy pulled out and slamming her tits down on his cock when he thrusted. Tommy's dick felt so hot. Power Girl released Tommy's dick from between her tits. With one hand, she clasped onto his cock. She slapped her tits with his dick, first one and then the other. She jerked him with a speed Tommy hadn't felt before, Tommy's dick burning hot with pleasure. Power Girl supplied more spit and placed Tommy's dick back between her tits. She bounced on his cock with renewed vigor. "Don't treat me like your Power Slut," Power Girl continued. Tommy could barely concentrate. "Don't unleash your load on my helpless body. I'm not sure I could ta-" Tommy sighed heavily, interrupting Power Girl's dirty talk. He pulled his dick from between her tits and jerked it as he sprayed his cum on her breasts. Power Girl squealed and held her tits up with her hands, giving Tommy a large canvas on which to paint. He shot load after load, splattering Power Girl's tits with his sperm. A little bit flew up and landed on Power Girl's chin, hanging off it. As Tommy felt his cumshot subside, he surprised Power Girl by grabbing her head and roughly sticking his dick in her mouth. He pumped furiously inside her mouth, tapping the back of her throat. He felt his last load of cum leaving him and he stuck his dick all the way in her mouth, holding it there. His cum hit the back of Power Girl's throat and she struggled to swallow it. Tommy finally released her and she choked a little bit while she swallowed. Tommy closed his eyes and tried to catch is breath; for the second time in a short while, he found himself breathing heavily. Power Girl used one hand and rubbed Tommy's cum into her tits. She grabbed one breast and brought it up to her mouth, sucking a bit of cum that was on her nipple into her mouth. She swallowed it and moaned. "I guess I can your identity is safe, Power Girl," Tommy said, pulling his pants back up. "You better not go back on your word," Power Girl replied, "I don't think I could take being abused like that again." She grabbed her work clothes and began to spin. Tommy shielded his eyes as Power Girl became a blur, spinning as quickly as she could. When she finally slowed down she was back in her work clothes, her hair pulled back. You never would have guessed that she had been covered in cum just seconds before. Power Girl touched her headband, making sure it was back in place. She then turned her focus to Tommy. Her hand reached into her pocket and she pulled a small card out of it. As she did, she began to speak. "I never want to hear from you again, you understand?" Power Girl said. "I definitely don't want you calling this number to arrange to use me as your personal fuck toy." She handed Tommy the card. Tommy took the card and turned it over in his hand. He looked back and saw that Power Girl was now floating 10 feet above him. She looked down at him with contempt. "You're a real pervert," She said. With that, she flew to the side of the building and then down to the street below. Tommy ran over to the side to see where Power Girl had went but she was gone. 'What the fuck just happened?' Tommy thought. He adjusted himself, pulling his still hard dick to the side. He looked down and noted with alarm that he had gotten a bit of cum on Bruce's suit. Tommy stayed on the roof for a while, looking out at Gotham City. He had actually been up here before, he remembered; he had run across this roof on his first night as Batman. It seemed like so long ago to Tommy. He had been such a different person then. He never thought he still would have been Batman, all these months later. 'But I'm not Batman,' He thought to himself. 'I never was, really. I'm just a dickhead who dressed up like him.' Tommy sighed. He had one more interview tomorrow and he hoped he could land it. He hated sleeping in those abandoned warehouses; he felt like he ran into scummier people doing that than he did as Batman. Tommy turned and headed for the roof door. It was only then that Tommy remembered that the door to the roof had shut behind him. He ran over and banged on the door, calling for help. *** The signal tripped in the Batcave for the first time in a week, causing Alfred to jump with surprise. He had it installed so that he'd always know when Master Bruce arrived, just in case he needed something to eat or maybe some medical attention. Recently, Alfred had greeted the signal with a groan, knowing that it meant Master Thomas was home. Master Thomas was not like Bruce Wayne at all. In truth, Alfred didn't much like the boy. He couldn't understand why Master Bruce had chosen this boy to take his place while he went on such a dangerous mission, but Alfred had long ago stopped trying to figure out Bruce's plans. All Alfred knew was that Bruce's choices were usually the correct ones. As the signal tripped this time, though, Alfred did not sigh. He got up as quickly as his old bones allowed and hurried towards the entrance to the Batcave. Alfred arrived just as Tommy opened the secret entrance to the cave. He greeted Alfred with a sigh. Turning towards the guest room, Tommy spoke to Alfred over his shoulder. "Just stopping by to pick up the rest of my stuff," Tommy said, walking faster than Alfred could keep up. "Master Thomas," Alfred called out as he began to huff, "I need to talk to you. I think tha... why are you sunburnt?" Alfred asked inquisitively. Tommy's face was burned red and his hands looked blistered. "Don't worry about it," Tommy called over his shoulder. Alfred quickly moved back to the subject at hand. "But sir, you can't just leave. This city needs a hero. It needs Batman." "Well then tell the real guy to come back from wherever he is and do it. I can't," Tommy called out. He reached his room and ducked inside. As Alfred rounded the corner, Tommy was stuffing the last of his stuff into his gym bag. He slung it on his shoulder and headed towards the door. "Master Thomas," Alfred began, "As the wearer of the cowl you have a duty to-" "A duty to what???" Tommy yelled, startling the old man. "A duty to break Batgirl's fucking spine?! Look, I tried and I failed. I'm not Batman. I never will be." Tommy threw his gym bag and slunk to the floor, his back against the wall. Alfred was silent for a while. He looked down at Tommy. Finally, he struggled and slowly dropped down to a knee. "I know being Batman isn't easy. It's never been easy," Alfred said softly. "But you are him. Master Bruce is off somewhere we don't know, undoubtedly doing something important. While he's gone, he's given his cowl to you. There is no greater honor than that." Tommy laughed blackly and looked away from Alfred. The old man continued. "In a way, you're luckier than Bruce ever was." Tommy's head snapped back. He had a face full of disbelief. "Bruce never got to choose to be Batman. It's just who he is. He couldn't NOT be Batman. You have a choice. You have the ability to see the danger, the despair... the hope that Batman deals with every day, and you can choose to do it anyway. You are incredibly brave, Master Thomas." Tommy looked up at Alfred. "You really think so?" Alfred smiled at him. "Of course I do. And hey, why do we fall down?" Tommy shrugged. "I don't know, because we're stupid?" Alfred laughed. "No, Master Thomas. So we can learn to pick ourselves up." It was Tommy's turn to laugh. "That's the dumbest fucking thing I've ever heard." "I never really understood it either," Alfred admitted. As the two men shared in a laugh, the sky was suddenly illuminated. Both of them looked up through the guest bedroom window and saw a signal shining in the night sky. It was shaped like a bat. "It's been on every night this week," Alfred told Tommy. "They've been waiting for someone to answer it." Tommy looked at the ground. He seemed to come to a conclusion about something. "Guess I better go answer it, then," He said finally, hopping up off the floor. Alfred struggled to his feet and watched Tommy head towards the Batcave. As he did, Alfred finally realized something. "Hey, is that... is that Master Bruce's suit? Were you in his closet? You little shi-" The door to the Batcave closed. Let's Be Batman Pt. 22 Batman glided to the top of Gotham City's main police station. Jim Gordon was standing there, waiting for him. "'Bout time you showed up," Gordon said gruffly. He flicked off the switch to the Bat-Signal, shrouding both of them in shadow. "I... I needed to do some thinking. After Bat-" "Barbara," Gordon said. He looked away for a moment, trying to regain himself. "Believe me, I know. That bastard Joker. Barbara told me what happened to her. The truth." Tommy shifted his weight nervously. "She did?" "Yeah," Gordon replied. "She told me how Joker... how he crippled her. He wanted to show the both of us what it was like to lose someone. He wanted to break us." "He did," Tommy replied. He guessed that Barbara wasn't in a hurry to tell anyone the truth about her accident. "But we're not him," Gordon replied. "We're better than that, right?" "Sure," Tommy lied. He wanted to get off this subject. He was ready to be Batman again but he wasn't ready to relive that night. "Anyway, I didn't call you up here to cry about our problems," Gordon said. "Someone's been attacking our police officers. Cops. I've had 4 officers go down in the past week to some sort of fear paralysis. They're all in the hospital. One can't be left alone without crying and another can't get off the floor because they're afraid they'll fall. Someone's been dousing them with-" "Scarecrow," Tommy jumped ahead. He was confused; as far as he knew, Scarecrow had been put in Arkham Asylum 2 years ago by the other Batman. "That's what I thought," Gordon said. "But there's no toxin in the blood. Whoever is doing this is doing it to them without fear gas." "Any leads?" Tommy asked. He was eager to get off this roof and track down a criminal. He thought it would be nice to take his mind off his problems by beating the shit out of some hoods. "Just one," Gordon said, straining his eyes to read the papers in his hand. "All of the cops run the beat on Midtown, near the museum. I think that if you hang around there, before too long you'll-" Gordon looked up and saw that Batman was gone. He smiled. "Just like old times," He muttered to himself. *** Tommy crouched on a roof across the street from the Gotham Museum of Art. He had been tracking an officer as he walked his beat for almost an hour and so far Tommy hadn't seen anything suspicious. A couple drunks, sure, but that wasn't out of the ordinary this time of night. Tommy was thinking that maybe this wasn't such a good lead after all. The cop whistled as he walked, twirling his night stick absent-mindedly. He walked by a side street, paused, and then backtracked. The whistling stopped. Slowly, he walked down the side street. Tommy couldn't see the cop as he disappeared into the alley. Night Vision was being clicked on right as the shouting began. "Aaaaahhhh get 'em off me, get 'em off me!" He heard someone shouting. Tommy quickly grappled over to a building closer to the side street. As he did so, he faintly made out a tall, sweeping figure standing over the cop. The cop was cowering on the ground, his hands fervently trying to brush something off of himself. "Hey!" Tommy shouted, grabbing the evildoer's attention. The villain ran out of the side street, their long cape trailing behind them. They ran in the direction of the museum. Tommy didn't immediately follow. First he dropped down to the street and checked on the cop. The man was still rolling around on the ground, trying violently to remove whatever was on him. Tommy couldn't see anything. "What's wrong?" Tommy asked urgently, trying to mask his voice. "Spiders! They're everywhere!" The cop shouted. Tommy looked closer but there was nothing there. He wasn't sure what to do; he couldn't help this man but he couldn't exactly leave him like this. He did the first thing he could think of: he cracked the policeman upside the head, knocking him unconscious. Tommy used the officer's radio to call for an ambulance. Then he turned towards the museum and began to run after his suspect. *** Tommy entered the museum cautiously, dropping in from the roof. He had seen the tail of his suspect's cape flutter through the front door of the museum but he wasn't sure where the fiend was now. He was going to have to be cautious. Tommy crouched low and worked his way down the halls of the art museum. He was passing by works that numbered in the hundreds of thousands of dollars but he didn't know or particularly care about any of them; there was work to do. As he worked his way down the high halls of the art museum, Tommy was getting nervous. He was beginning to think that maybe his prey had tricked him somehow and wasn't actually in the museum. He began searching faster, getting more and more agitated, not checking before he turned a corner. He turned one corner without looking and almost literally ran into his suspect. They had been waiting for him. "Hello Batman," his suspect said with a British accent. Tommy slid to avoid running into the woman standing before him. She was wearing a form-fitting suit that was green with black highlights. It showed off her lithe body and round, firm breasts. Behind her was a cape that touched the floor and then arched high around her head to form a sort of shield around her head. It made her look intimidating. Her costume had a cap attached to it that wrapped around her head, covering her hair. She had dark black lips and high, arching eyebrows. "I figured that you'd show up eventually and try to spoil my plans," the villain said. She held out her hand and a pink light seemed to emanate from it. "Now let's see what you fear most..." Tommy's world fell away from him. The walls and floor beneath him seemed to retreat, leaving him in infinite blackness. He saw two figures approaching him; as they neared, he retreated in horror. "You did this to me!" One of the figures shouted at him. It was Barbara. She walked towards him, her torso twisted and deformed. She was tilted to the side at an impossible angle, her spine snapped in half. "No... it can't be... Barbara, I'm sorry," Tommy stuttered, cowering backwards. "Yes you did!" The other figure shouted. His face came into view and Tommy noted with horror it was Bruce Wayne, just as he appeared in the paintings hung high in Wayne Manor. "You are a failure as Batman! You don't deserve to wear that cowl." Tommy blubbered, choking back a sob. He knew deep down that both of them were right; he was responsible for Barbara's condition and he was a horrible excuse for a Batman. He dropped to his knees and covered his head. "Please... please... I'm so sorry," He called out weakly. He felt them kick him in the ribs, knocking him over to his side. They rained blows down upon him and Tommy covered up. He wished they'd just kill him. As Tommy was being attacked, he suddenly heard a different voice coming from inside him. It sounded like him but the voice was deeper, gruffer. Tommy was startled to realize that it WAS him; it was what he sounded like when he was Batman. "Get up," the voice said. "Get up and fight." "I can't," he replied, "This is all my fault." "Yes, it is," The voice said to Tommy, surprising him. "You caused Batgirl's accident and you are not a very good Batman. But you need to move on anyway. You need to fight." "What if I fail again?" Tommy asked. "Then you fail. But at least you tried," Batman told him. Tommy let the words sink in. He was still being attacked, kicked, clawed at. He looked up and saw Barbara raise an arm high in the air, ready to bring it down on his head. She swung and Tommy reached up, blocking the blow. "What?!" Barbara said in disbelief. But... it didn't quite sound like Barbara. Tommy grabbed her arm and brought himself slowly up to his feet. "I failed you, Barbara, and for that I'm sorry," Tommy told her. "And I'm sorry, Bruce, that I'm not who you believed me to be. I'm still going to try. But I'm still going to fight. Always." Bruce's face seemed to twist, swirling in on himself. His body fell into a black hole and disappeared. Barbara's face began to twist too, hers slowly morphing. The walls and floor rushed back to Tommy and he realized he was back at the art museum. He looked at Barbara and realized she wasn't Barbara anymore; she was the villain he had been chasing. "This is impossible!" The villain shouted. "No one can overcome my power!" "Apparently I can," Tommy told her. "All I had to do was face my fear." "Well, we'll see about that," the villain said, her hands slowly turning pink once again. "Maybe I'll give you a concentrated dose!" The villain tried to raise her hands at Tommy but he grabbed them and forced them towards her own face. She twisted her face into a scream as the pink light enveloped her. Her scream died out and she collapsed to the hard marble floor of the museum. "No..." She said slowly. "Oh God... no... they're everywhere..." "What is your name?" Tommy asked her. He wasn't sure if her powers would work on herself but he wanted to find out who she was just in case they did. "P-phobia," The woman said quietly. She looked around frantically in all directions. "Oh god, please, get these things away from me!" She looked to be in a panic. "What things?" Tommy asked. Like the policeman before, the woman was seeing things that were not there. "All of these... these... giant cocks!" The woman shouted. "They're surrounding me! They want to tear my pussy apart!" "...What," Tommy asked flatly. "Is that seriously your biggest fear? A big dick?" "Yes! They'll rip me apart!" Phobia screamed. She backed away from these imaginary dicks, her ass touching the ground as she scooted herself backwards. Her hand reached up and grabbed her cap, pulling it back behind her head. Dark black hair was revealed. "So right now, you see a bunch of..." Tommy was still incredulous. "Huge cocks! Oh God they're going to penetrate me!" Phobia's eyes were wild and her mouth was twisted into a horrified sneer. Tommy stifled a laugh. He wasn't quite sure what to do. He could just take this villain to Arkham and let their psychologists deal with her. At the same time, he had experienced his deepest, darkest fear and had conquered it by facing it head on. He could always return the favor... "Listen to me," Tommy told Phobia, his voice acting as a centering point. "Concentrate on me." Phobia blinked hard and seemed to recognize Tommy once again. "Please, help me," Phobia begged. Her black hair was fallen around her face. Her dark lips were trembling. She was breathing hard, each breath causing her breasts to heave. "I am," Tommy replied. He dipped his hand into his suit. "I'm going to help you face your fear." As Tommy said that, he pulled out his half-hard dick and started stroking it. "Aiiiyeeeeeee!!" Phobia screamed, her hands shooting to her mouth in terror. "It's so... so... BIG!" Tommy couldn't help but smile. He kept jerking his cock. Phobia's eyes were fixated on it and she gasped at how it seemed to get larger and larger. Tommy walked towards her, his dick getting larger as he did so. Phobia screamed again. Tommy walked over Phobia, her legs now between his. Her hands were on the ground, holding her upper body. His dick was hard now and was perilously close to her face. "Please... not a huge cock! I couldn't possibly take that thing!" Phobia cried out. "My cock isn't going to hurt you," Tommy told her. "Well, not after a little while." He was inches from her mouth now. Phobia's eyes crossed as she stared at it in horror. "No. No! Noooooooo-mmmmmph!!" Phobia's fear-induced screams were cut short as Tommy's cock entered her mouth. It was indeed a tight fit and Tommy's cock stretched Phobia's lips wide. She gasped around his cock, struggling for air. "Breathe," Tommy told her, "Breathe through your nose." He gently pushed his dick deeper into her mouth, about 3 inches. Phobia's hands were holding herself up so she couldn't use them to guide his dick. Tommy grabbed her raven-colored hair and began to thrust his dick in her mouth. Phobia's eyes were wide as Tommy's dick rammed penetrated her lips. Tommy tightened his grip around her hair, keeping her head stationary while his hips pumped his dick. Phobia's black lipstick was rubbing off on his cock, streaking black. Tommy pushed his dick as far as he could go, only about 4 inches of his length, and he could feel Phobia's tonsils touch the tip of his dick. He held it there for a moment, causing her throat to spasm and her eyes to tear up. He pulled his dick out of her mouth, bringing with it a thick rope of spit. "Even in my worst nightmares the cocks weren't this big," Phobia coughed, a faint tear of mascara running down her cheek. She rubbed the corners of her mouth to soothe them. Tommy lifted Phobia's cape over top her head, throwing it to the side. She was now only wearing her green spandex suit. Tommy pushed Phobia down to the ground, lying her on her back. He reached down and tore at her suit, leaving a hole by her pussy. "What are you doing?!" She cried out in alarm. "Please, my pussy can't take your giant cock! You'll split me in half!" "You'll be fine," Tommy said. He lied on top of her and positioned himself at her slit. His wet cock probed at the entrance to her vagina, massaging it with his head. Finally, Tommy grabbed his dick by the shaft and slowly pushed inside Phobia. Whoooooaaaaaahhhhh!!" Phobia screamed, her hands shooting up to her face. Her eyes shut tight as Tommy slowly entered her. Tommy noted that she was, in fact, incredibly tight; he wondered if he might actually split her in half. Only the head of his dick was inside her and Tommy slowly inserted himself, each thrust just barely moving him deeper inside the villainess. "Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god," Phobia was saying reflexively. Her eyes were closed still, seemingly to cope with the massive cock that was filling up her insides. Tommy began to pump himself faster, his dick sliding more easily now in and out of Phobia's tight pussy. Phobia's eyes slowly opened. Her mouth's sneer seemed to disappear. "Hey... this isn't so bad. This actually feels kinda... oh!" She cried out, her head snapping back. "I'm doing it! I'm taking this huge cock to the hilt!" "Umm..." Tommy replied. "What's wrong?" Phobia asked. "You mean... you're not all the way in?" "Maybe halfway?" Tommy replied, never stopping his rhythm. "...What?" Phobia asked softly, the fear returning to her voice. Tommy shoved his cock deep inside Phobia, burying himself three-quarters of the way inside her. She screamed loudly, throwing her head down to the floor. Tommy pumped quickly inside her, her tight pussy gripping hard to his cock. "Oh god... it's so big... I can feel it... all the way inside me..." Phobia was gone, lost inside her own mind. Tommy wondered if this "therapy" wasn going to work. In truth, he didn't particularly care. He leaned forward, lying on top of Phobia, and continued thrusting. "I can't... I can't take your dick... you're too big... I'm gonna... I'm gonna-" Phobia's words were cut short as she suddenly started thrashing, an orgasm wracking her body from seemingly out of nowhere. She lifted her hips up against Tommy's, sending him deeper inside her. She screamed, loudly, and Tommy fucked her faster. Both of their hips separated and then slammed together, fucking each other wildly. Tommy could feel his own orgasm building inside of him; fucking a pussy this tight felt unbelievable on his dick. He lifted himself back up, keeping Phobia down by putting his hands on her shoulders. He moved his hips like a piston, pulling almost out of her by lifting up and then slamming deep inside her with every thrust. Phobia squealed and moaned loudly. She struggled to speak. "I'm doing it... I'm taking a huge cock... I love your big fucking cock, Batman... thank you thank you thank you thank you!" Tommy smiled as Phobia seemed to be getting over her, uh, phobia. With a groan Tommy began to feel his cum rising out of his body. He pulled out of Phobia quickly and brought his dick up to her face. She looked up to see why he had pulled out of her right as he began to cum, his raging, purple cock surprising her. He shot his load. Phobia screamed in surprise as the first rope of Tommy's cum splashed against her forehead, dropping down over her left eye. It hung there on her eyelashes and she had to quickly close her eyes. Tommy's thick streams of cum covered Phobia's face, landing in her arched eyebrows, on her lipstick-smeared lips and in her dark black hair. "Haha yes, cover me with cum for your huge cock!" Phobia laughed. She had learned to love Batman's dick. Opening her mouth, she flicked out her tongue and brushed it against the tip of Tommy's dick. That was all the invitation he needed to stick his dick inside her mouth and finish cumming. Her lips once again strained around his massive girth. She took his final loads readily, greedily sucking the head of his enormous cock and swallowing his cum. Tommy pulled his dick out of her mouth and a small bit of cum was left on Phobia's lips. She stuck out her tongue and ran it along her lips, bringing the small remnant of cum in her mouth. She held it on her tongue, savoring it, before finally swallowing it. She opened her right eye (her left eye still covered in cum), looked at Tommy, and breathed a sigh of relief. "I did it!" She said. "I overcame my deepest fear!" "Congratulations!" Tommy said to her, straddling her with his slowly softening cock still inches from her mouth. He suddenly sprayed a purple mist from his belt directly into Phobia's cum-covered face, knocking her out. "Now let's see how afraid you are of jail," Tommy told her. Let's Be Batman Pt. 23 Tommy was on the Batcomputer, finally booting it back up after his week away. As he did so, a notification popped up: "Hey, Check your messages. -Barb" Tommy furrowed his brow. 'What messages?' He thought. As he wondered, he noticed that in the bottom right corner of the screen there was a small mailbox. 'Had that been there the entire tie?' Tommy wondered. He clicked it and it opened up. "YOU HAVE 547 MESSAGES" "...Fuck," Tommy muttered to himself. Apparently Batman got a lot of e-mails. Tommy started to go through them. "From: Wonder Woman Subj: I am going to kill you" Tommy ignored that one. "From: Commissioner Gordon Subj: Two-Face Believed To Be Targeting Gotham Central Bank Subj: Two-Face Robbing Gotham Central Bank Subj: Two-Face Has Robbed Gotham Central Bank" "Whoops," Tommy muttered. He scrolled to the top of his e-mails and looked at the most recent. "From: Aquaman Subj: URGENT! I NEED YOUR HELP POSTHASTE!" Tommy looked at the time stamp; the e-mail was sent just a few minutes before. Tommy clicked it and a recorded message began playing. A blonde man appeared on screen with a pompadour haircut and a thin goatee. Tommy recognized him instantly. "Ahoy, Batman! I, Aquaman, humbly request your help in my time of need. A rapscallion has absconded with my beloved Mera! Please, Batman, I beseech you: assist in me in saving her! I await you at the coordinates below. We will get back my bride and then return to Atlantis, where I will throw you a banquet that would make Poseiden himself blush! I will see you soon, my dearest friend!" The screen flickered black. Tommy was a little worried. Would Aquaman know that he wasn't actually Batman? Would he actually be able to help him? Tommy had no idea to fight underwater. The whole thing seemed odd. But, I mean, he couldn't exactly NOT help. Aquaman was a member of the Justice League and Batman didn't seem like the type not to help a friend of his. Plus... Tommy glanced at the Batboat that was hung high in the Batcave. Tommy had never taken it out for a spin... "Worth a shot," Tommy thought. *** Tommy was flying through the water, his boat roughly bouncing through the waves as he traveled at over 100 mph. Tommy's knuckles were white as he held tight to the sides of the boat. The thing was on autopilot and was probably fine but Tommy didn't have much experience on the water. And apparently he easily got seasick... The boat mercifully began to slow and Tommy tried to suppress his lunch from coming up. He glanced out the side of his cockpit and was startled to see a familiar face riding along side of him. Aquaman was smiling and waving as he plodded alongside Tommy in his familiar orange suit. It was scaly with green bottoms. Tommy wondered how he was keeping pace with his ship. The Batboat slowed and stopped in the water and Tommy opened up the cockpit. "Greetings, my friend!" Aquaman called out. Tommy stood up and realized that Aquaman was riding a small whale. 'The fuck,' He thought. "Hey, uh, man. ...What's up?" Tommy stuttered out. "Nothing much, Batman!" Aquaman responded. He had a hearty, deep voice. "Just anxious to win back my beautiful bride. Shall we get on with it?" "Uh, sure?" Tommy said. "Where are we headed?" Aquaman pointed ahead. "Up ahead there's an island. My hated foe Demon Gate is there. He has robbed me of my Queen Mera! We must get her back!" Tommy nodded and tossed Aquaman a transponder so they could communicate. "Sure thing, buddy. How do you want to do this?" Aquaman hopped onto the Batboat. He straddled the front of it as he spoke, making Tommy uncomfortable. "He's on land, where he knows I'm weaker. We shall each approach from a different side of the island and ensnare the fiend in our trap. With that we'll finally have revenge on the man who murdered my mother!" Tommy was genuinely saddened to hear about Aquaman's mother's passing. "The guy murdered your mom? That sucks, man." Aquaman nodded sadly. "I keep a picture of her near to my heart, to remember that she's always close by." Aquaman lifted a locket from around his neck and opened it, showing it to Tommy. Tommy looked at it, confused. "Umm, this seems to be a picture of a dolphin," Tommy told Aquaman. Aquaman's face suddenly turned hard. "That is my mother." "No, but see... this is a dolphin," Tommy tried to explain, holding out the locket for Aquaman to see. "My mother WAS a dolphin," Aquaman said through gritted teeth. Tommy looked at him, then at the picture, then at Aquaman again. "...She was lovely," He said finally. "Let's just get on with this," Aquaman said. He dove backwards off the bow of the Batboat towards the island. *** Tommy jumped off the Batboat, landing on the sandy island beach. It was a small island, maybe 100 feet in diameter, and Tommy suspected that Demon Gate and Aquaman's wife would be near the center. Making his way through the sand, Tommy cautiously entered thick foliage. Tommy tried to walk quietly but it was difficult. He struggled against the thick fronds and heavy underbrush. He slowly made his way towards light up ahead. As Tommy neared, the light became brighter and Tommy was able to view a clearing. The clearing was maybe 20 feet wide and was sandy, with palm fronds strewn here and there. In the center of the clearing, he could see a tall man covered in golden armor. He held a trident in his hand and had some sort of helmet that obscured half his face. He turned his back to Tommy towards a woman tied up against a palm tree to Tommy's left. Demon Gate leered over the woman, who paid him no attention in return. Tommy guessed the woman must be Aquaman's wife. And yet... 'That can't be Aquaman's wife,' Tommy thought. Aquaman was... kind of a doofus. This woman was smoking hot. She was tied to a palm tree, the ropes wrapping just underneath her wondrous bosom. She wore a tight green bodysuit that was cut low, exposing her extensive cleavage. Like Aquaman's, her suit had scales that made resembled a fish's. Her fiery red hair was held back by a golden three-pronged tiara. She held her head up high, like a queen, but her cleavage and red, full lips gave off a different impression all together. Tommy adjusted himself. As Tommy did some leering of his own, Aquaman's voice clicked in over the transponder. "Batman, I regret to inform you that I am undone!" Tommy whispered into his microphone. "What do you mean?" "The foul villain has laid a trap for me: this side of the island is surrounded by six pack rings!" "...Seriously? You can't get around them?" Tommy asked in disbelief. "Oh, damn me I can't. Please, my brother, forge along without me! I will be there as soon as I can." Aquaman's voice clicked off. In the clearing, Tommy heard the bad guy speaking lecherously to the Queen of Atlantis. "Where's your boy, Mera? I figured he loved you enough that he'd be here sooner than this." Mera replied in a bored voice. "I'm sure he's trying his best," She said. If she was worried about her predicament she hid it well. Tommy reached to his utility belt and grabbed something. He stepped out into the clearing. Demon Gate heard the rustling and began to turn. "Well it took you long enough to show... Batman?" Demon Gate asked, confused. "Batman!" Mera said at the same time. She straightened herself up against the tree. "Yep," Tommy said. "I thought Aquaman only control sea animals," Demon Gate said, trying unsuccessfully to hide his fear. Tommy tried to sound menacing. "You crossed a line when you killed Aquaman's mother and you crossed a line when you-" "You mean that dolphin?" Demon Gate interrupted. He seemed genuinely confused. Tommy faltered. "Uh, yeah. That was, like, his dolphin mother or something?" "I knew he cared about that dolphin, that's why I killed her, but... what the fuck is a dolphin mother?" Demon Gate asked. Mera chimed in. "It means that she... you know what, don't worry about it." Demon Gate suddenly seemed to remember that he was supposed to be fighting. "No matter. I'll kill you too!" Demon Gate grabbed his trident, leveling it menacingly towards Tommy. Tommy responded by lifting his hand that contained what he had pulled from his utility belt. "What is that?" Demon Gate asked. His trident tipped towards the ground as he stood up in confusion. "Tranquilizer gun," Tommy replied, pulling the trigger on the gadget. The dart hit Demon Gate in the neck. He grabbed it and pulled it out, already beginning to stumble. He took a series of steps to his left and collapsed on the edge of the clearing. "Huh," Tommy said to himself, "I thought this would be harder." "Nothing is difficult for a hero such as yourself. Thank you for saving me, Batman," Mera said, snapping Tommy back to attention. The queen was sitting straight up,, straining against the ropes as she pushed her chest out. Tommy tried not to notice. "Well I mean your husband is the one who called me here. He'd be here now but he got-" "Tied up in some six pack rings?" Mera finished. "Uh, yeah," Tommy said. Mera rolled her eyes. "Yeah, that'll happen. Don't worry, he'll be fine in maybe 45 minutes." Tommy walked over to Mera and untied her ropes. She stood up and stretched, showing off her body. She tousled her hair, letting it fall slightly over her face. Tommy looked uncomfortably to the ground. "Look at me, I must be a mess," Mera said. She looked to Batman for a response. "I, uh, think you look great," Tommy replied. "Haha, oh aren't you sweet," Mera laughed. Her hand brushed against Tommy's chest and lingered just a little too long. "Well you're safe now so I guess I can get going," Tommy said, his eyes still holding fast to the ground. He took a step towards his ship but a hand grabbed his arm. He looked behind him and Mera was staring at him with bedroom eyes. "You don't have to leave yet," She said, "At least not until you've claimed your reward." "Reward?" Tommy asked confusedly. Mera lifted her eyebrows and smiled. "Look, I'm flattered and all but Aquaman is your husband and-" "And he's not here right now. Don't worry, we have an arrangement," Mera told Tommy. He didn't seem to notice that she was softly directing him towards the tree she had been tied to. Tommy was fighting temptation now. "An arrangement?" "Arthur and I married to unite our two kingdoms. It has been a rewarding partnership but there are certain... marital needs that have gone lacking. We have an agreement to fulfill those needs." Mera reached behind herself and Tommy could hear a zipper being pulled. Tommy weighed ruining Batman's good standing in the Justice League with this beautiful redhead in front of him. "...No, I really can't," He finally said It would be weird and wrong for me to..." Tommy's words trailed off. While he was talking, Mera had reached up and pulled at her suit, bringing it off her body and forward. It rested at her navel, exposing her exquisite breasts. Tommy looked at her, then down at her breasts, then at her, then down at her breasts again. "Those are lovely," He said almost sadly. Mera led Tommy over to the edge of the clearing across from Demon Gate's unconscious body, near where Mera had been tied up earlier. She lowered him onto a pile of palm fronds. Mera smiled at him. "I'm sure all of Atlantis is grateful that you saved their queen," Mera said sexily. "Let me show you how grateful." The queen of Atlantis dropped to her knees between Tommy's legs, running her nails down his armor-plated chest. Mera's hands slowly made their way down to Tommy's crotch and she massaged his groin. Putting her hand firmly on his dick, Mera suddenly jerked her hand away like she had just touched something hot. She looked at Tommy with an open mouth and then felt his cock again. With great speed she jerked at the Batsuit pants until they were on his thighs; his cock sprung forth, standing at attention. "Wow," She said to Tommy, her hand instinctively shooting to his cock. "It's so... big! I guess not being in cold water all the time has its advantages." Tommy tried to respond but he was too distracted by Mera's hand caressing his dick. She held it loosely in her hand, her nails rubbing against the top of his shaft and head as she lazily stroked his cock. Each time her hand reached the tip of Tommy's dick the nail on her thumb would find the crease underneath his head, causing him to spasm reflexively. Mera smiled and jerked Tommy quickly twice, her sudden stroke causing Tommy to moan. As Mera jerked her savior, she lifted herself up from her knees and shimmied off her suit. She was completely naked save her tiara now and Tommy tried his best to take in the view. Mera's breasts were large but still perky; apparently not having gravity affect them much in the water had kept them quite buoyant. They jiggled as her arm moved around Tommy's cock. Her red hair was held back by her tiara and it hung loosely on her shoulders. She was staring intently at Tommy's dick, concentrating as she pleasured him with her hand. Tommy groaned and seemed to break Mera out of her trance. "I want to feel this big cock inside me," Mera said excitedly. She took her hand off Tommy's dick (he whimpered as she did so) and Mera positioned herself on top of Tommy. She reached underneath her and grabbed his dick, holding it so that it was pointing up into her pussy. The queen of Atlantis cooed and slowly lowered herself onto Tommy's dick. "Holy fuck," Tommy whispered. "Hooooooooly fuck!!" Mera screamed. Tommy's cock pierced Mera's tight pussy. She rested on top of it gingerly, like she was lying on a bed of nails. Slowly she lowered herself, bouncing Tommy's dick deeper and deeper inside herself. As she did she moaned heavily, her long neck arcing her head high in the air. Tommy already began to breathe harshly. He grabbed Mera's hips and began pumping his own hips to match hers, sending his dick shooting up into her pussy. Mera squealed and looked down at Tommy, her hair spilling over her tiara and falling in front of her face. Tommy could see her smiling widely through her flaming red hair. "GOD that feels good!" Mera said a little too loudly at Tommy. Tommy pumped harder as Mera bounced on his dick, her breasts bouncing wildly. She had deep groans coming from her throat, animalistic noises. She didn't seem all that regal at this moment, not that Tommy cared at all. Tommy gripped Mera's hips tightly and lifted himself up inside her. He prevented her from bouncing, forcing to feel the full length of his cock inside her. Her eyes closed tightly and she forced out a groan after a second, the sensation almost too much for her. Mera's eyes slowly opened; she looked down at Tommy and smiled. She began bouncing on his dick with renewed force, driving Tommy's hips into the ground. A hand shot to her pussy and she began to furiously rub her mound. Her other hand fell to Tommy's chest to steady herself as she pogo'd on his cock. She was doing all the work now, Tommy content to lie back and enjoy the view. As Mera bounced and rubbed, she began to turn the color of her hair. Her lips began to quiver and her groans became ragged. She sat deeply on Tommy's dick, fully taking him inside, and roughly pawed at her clit. "Chyeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Mera screamed, her orgasmic groan filling the air. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on Tommy's chest, as she could barely hold herself up from the orgasm wracking her body. Tommy grabbed her ass and began quickly pumping up, Mera screaming even louder as Tommy's dick fucked her overly sensitive pussy. Mera's orgasm subsided but she kept screaming, leaning forward as Tommy pounded his dick upwards inside her. Tommy gripped Mera's ass tightly and he smacked it with one hand. She groaned out, "Again," into his ear and he smacked it once more, this time harder. She laughed through her groans into his ear. "I'm going to cum," Tommy stuttered out, white flashing in front of his eyes. Mera hopped off him and quickly moved herself back to her knees between Tommy's legs, her mouth dipped low to his mouth with her ass up high in the air. Tommy locked eyes with her and she smiled with her mouth open, ready to accept his cum. She stroked his cock quickly in her hand. Tommy groaned and shot his load. Mera laughed again as Tommy's cum shot into her mouth. He instinctively lifted his hips as he came and a bit of cum flew up Mera's face, stretching from her lip to her cheek. Tommy came again and again, landing in Mera's mouth as she swiftly stroked his dick. Tommy groaned again, Mera continued to laugh, and suddenly a third voice filled the air. "Never fear, my sweet Mera, I have come to save you from... MERA???" Tommy and Mera's eyes both shot to the other side of the clearing, where Aquaman was standing with a horrified expression. Six-pack rings stuck to him and bits of seaweed were caught in his hair. "Oh, uh... shit," Tommy said. Mera gulped, swallowing Tommy's cum. Aquaman's eyes were filling with tears. "My wife and one of my most loyal friends! How could you two do this to me? Oh, damn my eyes!" "Hey man, it's cool," Tommy said, trying to defuse the situation. "It is most definitely not cool!" Aquaman said with anguish "Wait... I thought you guys had an arrangement...?" Tommy asked slowly. He suddenly became aware that Mera was still holding onto his dick. "What arrangement?!" Aquaman asked incredulously. Tommy's questioning expression turned to Mera. She shrugged. "Oh cruel cruel world," Aquaman continued, his hand covering his eyes dramatically. "My once virginal wife has now been spoiled by my greatest ally! What unhappy fate!" "...Virginal?" Tommy said. He again looked at Mera. She shook her head quickly. "Batman!" Aquaman said, his incredulity quickly turning to anger. His face was red and tear-stained and he prepared to attack. "Have at thee, villain!" Tommy began to scramble to his feet as Aquaman started to run at him. Aquaman was too blinded with rage to notice Demon Gate's trident lying in the sand. Aquaman's right foot caught between two of the prongs and he began to fall. He landed heavily, his head cracking into a rock. He was knocked out instantly. Tommy quickly pulled his dick into his pants and stood up. He checked Aquaman's pulse and then turned to Mera. "Do you need any help with him?" Tommy asked Mera, motioning towards Aquaman's unconscious body. "No," She sighed, "I'll take him home." Let's Be Batman Pt. 24 The Penguin was panicked. Hiding under his desk, he could hear the cries of his men all around him. He swore. Long story short, everything had gone to Hell. The Penguin had moved his lair, hired all new men, and refused to leave his compound for 3 days, and still his attacker had found him. Penguin took a deep swig of the scotch he was holding in one hand and cocked the pistol in his other. As Penguin cowered under his desk, he suddenly got the feeling that he wasn't alone. "Is that one of you, boys? Where the 'ell have you been?" He got no response. Penguin suddenly became very afraid. He lifted his hand above the desk and fired blindly. *BLAM BLAM BLAM* Penguin paused and let the sound of the gun reverberate through the air. The groans and cries of his men was all he could hear. He brought the bottle to his lips to take another swig. Suddenly, a hand reached and grabbed him by his wrist, twisting it. He could feel the bones in his wrist snap and he cried out in pain, dropping the bottle and the gun to the floor. The hand pulled Penguin up, lifting him onto his feet as he tried to avoid further snapping in his arm. He strained to look thought the blinding pain at his attacker. "Do you know who I am?" His attacker asked with remarkable calm. Penguin hurriedly nodded his head. "So you know who I work for?" The attacker asked. Penguin again nodded his head, breathing raggedly to cope with his pain. "Then listen very carefully," The attacker said icily. "Your will not send anyone else after Batman. He is under our protection and any attempt on his life will be reciprocated tenfold on you. Do you understand?" "Yes!" Penguin cried out. He felt like his hand was going to snap off at any moment. The attacker released Penguin's hand and he quickly brought it to his chest, holding it gingerly. He whimpered and closed his eyes; when he opened them, he suddenly realized his attacker was gone. "Fuck this town," Penguin muttered to himself. He wanted no part of the organization that had just broken into his hideout. As fast as he could without moving his wrist, he reached out and grabbed his phone. He yelled at his money man to flush everything and pack up his stuff. The Penguin was heading to the airport immediately. *** Tommy watched the entrance to Wonder Tower with suspicion. The old abandoned building that sat almost at the very heart of Gotham had been the source of strange occurrences the last few days: lightning storms had formed on otherwise clear nights and shadowy figures entering and exiting at odd times had peaked Batman's interest. What was most distressing was the amount of crime happening in the area; that is to say, there was none. That was the thing that concerned Tommy the most. As Tommy examined the area around the building with his night vision, he noticed a fence that had been left unlocked. He figured that he might as well start there to see if he could figure out what was going on. Tommy extended his cape and swiftly glided down to the fence. He quickly slipped inside and took a look around. He was in a recessed courtyard, with a broken fountain sitting in the middle. Tommy glanced around but he didn't see anything too suspicious. What he heard, though, was another matter. He heard a baby crying. Tommy was alarmed and quickly tried to find the source of the noise. It seemed to be coming through a broken window on the first floor of the building, off to Tommy's left. He quickly scampered over to the window and peered inside. There, in the middle of an elevator bank, was a bassinet. Tommy couldn't see anyone near it. He deftly hopped up and through the broken window, landing almost silently on the floor. Looking for any sign of an ambush, he cautiously approached the bassinett. When he was 5 feet away, he realized something was off. The sound of the baby sounded... odd. As he looked inside the bassinet, he saw a radio. He was just turning to run when the ambush hit. A hand reached up and pinched Tommy in the neck, right at the weak point between his cowl and shoulder armor. He instantly stiffened up, his body turning completely rigid. He fell backwards like a board and landed heavily onto the marble floor. His vision was working and he could breathe but otherwise Tommy couldn't move a muscle. He made a small moan of surprise through gritted teeth and looked for his attacker. She came into focus above him, smiling slightly. She was a Chinese woman, with black hair swept over to one side coming down to her shoulder. She wore a red mandarin jacket, overtop of which was a black leather duster. Tight black pants hugged at her body, slipping inside high-heeled boots. Tommy's whole body would have tensed when he saw her if he wasn't already completely rigid. Tommy knew this woman. She had been placed in a "High Priority" file on the Batcomputer, where the previous Batman had placed the deadliest rogues in his gallery. Lady Shiva was considered the deadliest assassin on the planet and had thus far left no target alive once she had been given an assignment. Tommy began to panic; maybe the Penguin was finally going to get his revenge after all. "Hello, Detective," Shiva said, standing over Tommy's helpless body. "Or..." She peered closely at him, "Whoever that is behind Batman's mask." Tommy swore in his head. Someone else now knew his secret. "Is Bruce using you as a decoy?" Shiva asked. "Did he not think that I wouldn't recognize that it was not him underneath? Or..." Shiva seemed to show genuine distress for just a split second. Her face quickly became a mask once more. "Or is Bruce off on some grand mission?" Tommy's eyes were wide and he made a small moan through his teeth. "Do not struggle, you will only cause yourself more pain," Shiva told him. "I have settled your matter with the Penguin at my mistress's request. He will no longer target you. My mistress wishes to see you. She needs your help with a ceremony. But first..." Shiva dropped to her knees, straddling Tommy's midsection. "I tracked down Cheshire after your... battle with her," Shiva told Tommy. "I wondered at your new unique fighting style. I should have guessed that you were not Bruce when she told me what you did to her. And when she told me about..." Shiva's eyes fell down to Tommy's crotch. She groped him, outlining his cock in his suit with her fingers. "I guess my attack made you rigid everywhere," Shiva said. She reached into the pants of his suit and pulled out his cock. If she was in awe of his dick she hid it well; she simply said, "Hmm..." and began jerked it softly with her hand. "I am widely considered the best hand-to-hand martial artist in the world," Shiva said, tugging at Tommy's dick. "Would you like to see how good with my hands I can be?" Tommy wasn't sure what was going on. He was completely at the mercy of this assassin and she was choosing to play with him instead of kill him. The painful feeling in his muscles was wrestling with the heavenly feeling in his dick. He managed to eke out a "Mmmhmm" with great effort. Shiva stopped jerking Tommy and reached behind her back underneath her jacket. She was wearing a loose sash around her waist and tied to them were various bottles; she grabbed one and presented it to Tommy. "I use this to slick the ground underneath my opponent," She told him as she poured some of the clear liquid into her hand. "But I think in this instance I can also use it for this." She rubbed her hands together, making them shine, and then brought them together around Tommy's dick. With both hands she began to slide along Tommy's dick, twisting her hands as she did so. Tommy moaned softly. He couldn't quite see what the assassin was doing to him but he could feel it and it felt wonderful. Shiva had her hands on top of one another, pumping his cock. The lubricant on his dick made a small squick every time she jerked him with long, hard strokes, her hand coming up and twisting around the head of his dick. (Jerk dialogue goes here) "Are you going to cum?" Shiva asked. She was pumping up and down quickly with both hands on Tommy's dick now. Tommy groaned what he hoped was a positive response. Shiva's hands suddenly stopped and moved away from Tommy's dick. He whimpered and tried to look at her with desperation. "I am sorry, but Talia Al Ghul needs you full for her ceremony," Shiva said. Tommy angrily groaned in response. Shiva cracked Tommy on the side of the neck and he immediately became unconscious. *** "Ugh... fuck," Tommy groaned as he lied on the ground, shaking his head of cobwebs. He was surprised to find that he once again had control of his body. It ached, though, as if he had worked out every muscle in his body for hours. Each movement of his revealed a new sore spot. As Tommy struggled to lift himself up onto his elbows, he tried to get a sense of his surroundings. He was in a large circular room with a high ceiling. On one side of the chamber was a green pool that filled the room with a foul odor. The rest of the room was empty and dark, lit only by candles. Tommy was just picking himself off the floor when the door opened and two women entered the room. One was Lady Shiva. Tommy instinctively braced himself when he saw her, lest she leave him with another raging set of blue balls. The other woman made Tommy pause. The only profile in the Batcomputer that was locked away from Tommy belonged to Talia Al Ghul. Given what Shiva had said earlier and the way the woman carried herself, Tommy guessed that he was looking at her. The Daughter of the Demon was shorter than Tommy would have guessed, with blonde highlights in her hair. She wore a leather jacket that stopped just at her navel, leaving a few inches of bronze skin showing before her tight, tight, tight leather pants clung to her every curve. She was exotic and very, very hot. Tommy felt a pang in his balls as they ached for release. "So here is our imposter," Talia said icily as she neared Tommy. She had a thick accent that Tommy couldn't quite place; it seemed to be an amalgam of different dialects all blended together. Talia stopped and looked at Tommy disparagingly with one hand on her bare hip. Shiva stood slightly behind Talia with that same placid look on her face. "Uh... hi," Tommy said. Talia turned and spoke to Shiva. "Why did you not just kill him? I need Batman, not... this," She said to Shiva with reproach. Shiva bowed her head respectfully and responded. "My apologies, mistress," She said. "I was only following your orders. Besides, I think this man, while not the paragon of humanity that Bruce is, might still be able to help us." Shiva looked at her top assassin with bewilderment. "We need fresh male cells and we need good ones to imbue my father with the proper traits. Batman, the REAL Batman, is the perfect human specimen! He is in peak physical condition, his reflexes are impeccable, he possesses a genius-level intellect... how could this thing possibly compare?" "Hey..." Tommy said softly. Both Talia and Shiva ignored him. "Mistress, we need to perform the ceremony tonight while the sky is like this," Shiva said. "Besides, this man may not be the specimen that Bruce Wayne is but he has certain traits that your father will appreciate." "Like what?" Talia asked, confused. Shiva opened her mouth to speak and then stopped. She leaned forward and whispered into Talia's ear. Talia's eyebrows arched as Shiva spoke. "I guess you are right," Talia said softly. Finally, Talia faced Tommy and her demeanor seemed to change. She actually smiled (albeit thinly) at Tommy as she spoke. "I apologize for my earlier manner," She said, trying her best to be gracious. "As you can imagine, I was surprised to find you here in Bruce's place. Allow me to introduce myself: I am Talia Al Ghul, Daughter of the Demon's Head Ra's Al Ghul, leader of the League of Assassins and heir to the Empire." She bowed, giving Tommy a momentary look at her cleavage. "I am, uh, Batman's replacement," Tommy said uncertainly. He bowed in return. Talia tried to remain pleasant. "I understand that you have been filling Batman's role for a matter of months now," Talia said. She began to walk in a circle around Tommy, Shiva trailing close behind. "And in those months you have proven your value in a rather unorthodox way." Talia glanced again at Tommy's groin. "It just so happens that I am in need of someone with your, shall we say, talents." Tommy was confused. "What do you mean?" Talia had circled Tommy so that she was standing between him and the green pool. "My father, the great Ra's Al Ghul, has for a number of years used this Lazarus Pit to restore his body to peak physical condition. But the Pit has lost its effectiveness and can no longer function as required. We need to give it an injection of fresh male cells that can rejuvenate his body and return him back to normal. We need you to provide us those cells." "I'm afraid I don't follow," Tommy admitted. Talia tried to hide her frustration. "You must inject our Lazarus Pit with fresh male fluid that only comes from a certain part of your body." "...Huh?" Shiva cut to the chase. "We need you to cum into the pool." Tommy understood that. "Oh. Oooohhhhh," He said. He frowned at the idea. "But... what would I get out of this?" Tommy asked. "I don't want Ra's Al Ghul at peak condition in Gotham City." Talia seemed to be trying very hard not to get upset. "I never said that you woul... please, allow me to finish. For one, aiding us in this manner ensures that we will keep your and Batman's secret." Her eyes narrowed and her voice took on an acidic quality now. "Most importantly, we will keep it from Ra's Al Ghul. If you do not help us and we revive my father, imagine how he will react when we tell him that Gotham City's only protector is you." Tommy gulped. "Second," Talia continued, turning and facing the Lazarus Pit, "In order to ensure that you create a proper load, I will give you access to any member of the League of Assassins to 'aid' you in your effort." Tommy only barely paid attention to this part, as his eyes were glued to Talia's ass. She had two small dimples on her lower back that served as a welcome mat for the fabulous ass right underneath. Her leather pants strained against her bubble butt. It was a remarkably round ass for a woman that was otherwise so slender. Tommy's cock continued to strain. "So," Talia said, turning and facing Tommy once again. "Do we have a deal?" "Um... one question," Tommy said slowly. "Do they have to do whatever I want?" Talia thought for a moment and then nodded. "Whatever can get you to fulfill the terms of our agreement," She said. "Then sure," Tommy said. It didn't seem like THAT bad an idea. Besides, he had a plan. Talia & Shiva both smiled at Tommy's decision. Talia raised her hands in the air and clapped twice. Two doors on opposite sides of the room opened and a line of ninjas streamed into the room. Tommy noticed that all of them were female. Their noses and mouths were covered and they all carried swords on their backs. The women all wore the same tight sheer black shirt and tight black pants. They lined the room in a large circle, all of them staring implacably towards Tommy. There must have been 40 of them. Talia talked louder, speaking to the entire room. "We are here today to help resurrect the Demon's Head Ra's Al Ghul!" The women surrounding the chamber yelled something in response. "To complete the ceremony, one of the members of the League of Assassins will be required to help our volunteer come to completion. Who volunteers for the task?" At once, all the members on the outer ring of the circle stepped forward. Tommy wondered if this was planned or not. Talia turned to Tommy. "Well, Batman, have your pick. Who would like to help you in your task?" Tommy thought for a moment. All of a sudden he seemed to have a momentous decision on his hands. He scanned the women who surrounded him. Each seemed more supple than the last. As Tommy turned in a circle he came to Lady Shiva. She smiled slyly at him. She was gorgeous and her aborted handjob had only made Tommy want her more. She was already removing her jacket when Tommy spoke. "I choose... you," He said. He pointed directly at his choice. "Wha... what?" Talia Al Ghul said, taken aback. Tommy's finger was pointed at her. "I am not eligible for this!" Tommy lowered his hand. "I thought you said that any member of the League of Assassins was eligible?" Talia paused and thought. "Well... yes... but I didn't mean..." It was Shiva who spoke up now. "Mistress, by the ancient rites of our order you are duty-bound to honor an agreement." "But... but... fine," Talia said with disdain. Tommy knew she didn't respect him but he honestly didn't really care. He just wanted to fuck her. "An agreement's an agreement, Talia," Tommy said, walking towards her. She backed up cautiously, looking backwards to make sure she didn't fall into the approaching Lazarus Pit. Tommy's back was to the center of the room as he closed the distance between the two of them. When he was close enough, he leaned forward and spoke into Talia's ear. "Guess I'm not quite as dumb as you thought," He whispered into her ear. Talia gritted her teeth. "Let's just get this over with." Tommy grabbed Talia's hand and pressed it against his groin. She made a small gesticulation as she felt the length of his hardening cock. "I think you mentioned something about a Demon's Head earlier," Tommy whispered. "I wouldn't mind getting a little Demon's Head right now." Talia looked at up at Tommy confusedly for a second before she suddenly caught his meaning; her eyes opened wide with shock. Slowly, she dropped down to one knee. She looked up Tommy, staring daggers. Tommy, unrepentant, reached into his suit and pulled out his cock. "Ooh," a low murmur broke out amongst some of the ninjas nearby. Talia shot them a look and they quieted instantly. A call came out from the far corner of the room. "Mistress," Shiva said, "May you please turn around. Some of the others can't get a good look." Talia sighed and turned Tommy around, showing his dick to the assembled mass. A larger murmur occurred as more of the assembled masses took a look at Tommy's cock. He tried and failed not to smile. Talia's returned to her knees and gripped Tommy's dick tightly with her hand. He suppressed a groan; she was not very gentle. She looked up at Tommy one last time in anger and then placed his dick in her mouth. Tommy was surprised to find that, despite Talia's coldness, she was unreservedly great at sucking cock. As she swirled her tongue around his head he wondered how many rich, powerful men had found themselves in this position; the idea that he was there now made him extremely horny. Shiva's earlier handjob had left him even hornier. Talia, meanwhile, was busy upholding her end of the deal. She bobbed quickly on his dick, her hand expertly stroking him as she did so. Occasionally she'd deepthroat Tommy's dick, holding it in her mouth for a second before slowly pulling his cock out. She'd wrap her lips tightly around his dick, almost dragging them on his shaft as she pulled her head back. The feeling was incredible and Tommy groaned loudly. In truth, Talia was a little TOO good at sucking Tommy's dick. She knew what feeling she was having on Tommy too, quickening her pace as he began to breathe raggedly. She looked up into Tommy's eyes and could see that he was struggling to keep his composure. She smiled as best she could with her lips wrapped around his dick. "...Fuck," Tommy muttered. Talia took his dick out of her mouth and jerked it quickly. As she did so, she turned and spoke to Lady Shiva. "Prepare the Lazarus Pit. I guess this won't take as long as I thou-" Let's Be Batman Pt. 24 Tommy's cock suddenly erupted, flinging cum onto the side of Talia Al Ghul's face. She closed her eyes tightly as a thick rope of Tommy's semen stuck to the side of her face. Tommy tried to pull his cock down and away as his knees almost buckled from the strength of his orgasm. As he pulled away, his cock spurted semen onto Talia's jacket. Tommy finally turned to the side, the last of his cum falling onto the cobblestones below. The room was deathly silent. Talia hadn't moved since Tommy had started cumming, her head still turned to the side and her eyes shut. Slowly she opened them, her left eye just barely because of the string of cum that was covering it. With remarkable calm, she called out. "Towel," She said with a measured voice. In a flash an assassin was by her side, softly wiping the cum off her face and jacket. The cum left a discoloration where it had landed. Tommy winced. The assassin quickly unzipped Talia's jacket and removed it, running to a side door. The assassins stationed there quickly moved to the side. Talia was still on the floor, now sitting on the ground with only a thin cammie shirt covering her breasts. Tommy noticed that her nipples were hard. But he had bigger concerns on his mind at that moment. Blustering, Tommy began to apologize. "I'm sorry, I guess I was a little too excited from Shi-" Talia cut him off by holding up her hand. She quickly turned her head and glared at Tommy. "You idiot," She said, her voice finally sounding angry, "How are we supposed to... now we can't... you idiot!" Tommy was getting concerned. The only thing that was keeping him alive was that cum. Now that he had ruined their little ceremony, there was no point in keeping him around. Talia quickly snapped her fingers and spoke. "Jar!" She yelled. Again, an assassin was by her side in moments, holding a medium-sized ceramic jug. Talia grabbed it and walked to the pit, dipping the container into the glowing green water. She stomped over to Tommy and presented it to his groin. "Dip yourself into this," She demanded. Tommy hesitated. "I thought this stuff didn't work...?" He asked tentatively. "It won't work on my father but it'll work on you. Parts of you," She corrected herself. "Now dip yourself into this. We need to finish the ceremony." Tommy took his softening cock in his hand and gingerly dropped it into the strange liquid. He made a high-pitched noise. The Lazarus Pit was surprisingly cold. Tommy's junk disappeared into the murky liquid and it began to steam. Talia reached in and felt at it; when she was satisfied, she pulled Tommy's dick out. Tommy was amazed. "It's hard again," He muttered in disbelief. "The pit brings things back from the dead," Talia told him. She handed the jug to an assassin and faced Tommy. "We are going to try this again. And if you cum on me I swear I will hang you from Gotham City Hall," She said menacingly. Then, she removed her top. Tommy stared at her breasts. They were modest but they had great shape and were very perky. Her nipples were large and indeed hard. Tommy's erection twitched. Talia dropped back down to her knees and reached towards Tommy's dick. He pulled away from her hand. "Actually," Tommy said, taking a risk, "I'd think I'd like to fuck you." Talia stared at Tommy. She clucked her tongue disapprovingly and whispered, "Fine." Talia called for a mattress. Instantly, two assassins came running in with a small twin mattress. 'Where the fuck are they keeping all this stuff?' Tommy wondered. After the assassins had laid the mattress on the ground, Talia laid on it. Her head was facing the center of the room, her feet just inches from the Lazarus Pit. She undid the buttons on her skintight leather pants and tried to tug them down. They didn't budge. She jerked hard on them, lifting her ass into the air to shimmy them off. They still didn't move. Tommy moved onto the mattress to help "Do you want help or-" "I can do it!" Talia snapped at him. She pushed and pushed but her pants were just too tight. Tommy had enough and grabbed Talia's pants by her hips; he roughly tugged at them, pulling them down to her the middle of her thighs. Talia yelped in surprise. Tommy kept her leather pants on, forcing her legs tightly together. He lifted her legs and rested them on her shoulder. "Just so you know," Talia whispered from her back so that no one else could hear, "You're not half the man Bruce is." Tommy positioned his cock at the entrance of Talia's pussy. "I know. But I'm twice the man he is where it counts." He roughly pushed his dick inside Talia. Talia screamed from her throat, pushing her head deep into the mattress. Tommy grabbed her legs tightly and lifted her butt in the air, giving a better angle inside her. He pushed as hard as he could with his hips and was surprised to find that he could enter Talia even with her legs pushed tightly together that he could enter her. There was a certain satisfaction in the fact that, through all of Talia's bluster, she was incredibly wet. Talia kept whispering "Oh my God," over and over, her hands clutching the side of the small mattress to keep her in place. Tommy had his knees spread wide so that he could get low enough to enter Talia and he was fucking her with abandon, his hips soon slapping against Talia's ass as he hollowed out her insides. As Tommy fucked the head of the league of Assassins, he glanced up and saw that her loyal followers were enjoying the show. Their once rigid posture had become more relaxed. Several of the ninjas had dipped their hands into their pants and were moaning softly. Tommy looked to Lady Shiva but she was standing with complete control over herself. She was, however, watching Tommy pound Talia with great interest. Tommy grabbed Talia's legs and pushed them to the side, dropping them to the mattress so that Talia's hips were sidewise to him now. Her upper body remained facing him, her perfectly-shaped tits bouncing as he shoved himself inside her. Tommy leaned forward, his hands in fists against the mattress, and he began to pumpt. "Ungh," Talia groaned in a low monotone. She groaned again and again in a rhythm with Tommy's thrusts, her bronze skin reflecting in the candlelight. Tommy gritted his teeth and started slamming himself inside Talia, his hips hitting heavily against her round ass cheek. He fucked her without regard for her pleasure; Talia only wanted Tommy's cum so that's all he was going to care about. Nevertheless, Talia seemed to be enjoying herself. Tommy pulled himself out of Talia, causing her to whimper softly. He grabbed her hips and flipped her over, her face pressed against the mattress and her wonderful ass lifted high in the air. Her legs still pressed together by her pants, Tommy marveled at how her ass looked. It sat up invitingly in front of him, her wet pussy beckoning to him just underneath. Tommy spanked her ass once, hard, causing Talia to yelp. He grabbed her ass and entered her from behind. Tommy fucked slowly at first, thrusting in long strokes. He admired the way her ass rippled as his hips bounced against it. Talia was still lowly groaning, her face buried into the mattress. Tommy spanked her again, and Talia groaned louder. "Cum on my cock," Tommy ordered. Talia's hand instantly flew underneath herself, working her pussy. Tommy grabbed Talia's ass firmly with both hands and started furiously pumping his cock inside her. A loud moan from the other side of the chamber got Tommy's attention; he noticed with wonder that any discipline had completely broken down in the chamber now. Ninjas were openly masturbating to Tommy & Talia: some were rubbing their mounds, others were using the hilts of their swords as dildos, and even more had paired off and were eating each other. Numerous 69's were forming around the chamber. The lone woman who had kept her composure was Lady Shiva. "Jesus Christ," Tommy muttered under his breath. Talia caught his attention once more by cumming. She lifted her hips high, Tommy having to lift his own hips to stay inside her, before collapsing to the ground as the orgasm flowed through her body. Talia shook and cried out, her voice blending into the other orgasms that were simultaneously occurring. Tommy's hands on her hips were the only thing holding her up and he made her scream by roughly fucking her tender pussy. Tommy could feel his own orgasm building and building. He was surprsied to find that it seemed just as intense as before; apparently that pit really did bring things back from the dead. He suddenly began to worry. He didn't want to stop fucking Talia but at the same time he knew he was going to somehow have to stand up, turn around, and ejaculate into the pit. He didn't know if he could make it. A hand suddenly touched Tommy's shoulder, easing his concerns. Lady Shiva looked down at him, a small smile on her lips. She reached down and pulled Tommy's hips back, pulling him out of Talia. His cock was red and raging. She guided him upwards and spun him around, directing him to the pit. She was standing behind him. "To the honor of Ra's Al Ghul," She said as she began to jerk Tommy's cock. He began to cum almost instantly, groaning deeply as he found his 2nd release in 15 minutes. Huge loads shot from his cock and landed into the green liquid. It landed with a "tsst" as it seemed to boil. Tommy sighed heavily and almost lost his balance as he took a step backwards, his dick drained once more. Lady Shiva shook Tommy's cock once, flicking out the last drop of semen from his dick. She carefully tucked it back into his suit and adjusted him, making him once again look just like the Caped Crusader. She patted his dick appreciatively, thanking it for doing its job. Tommy turned. Talia had collapsed to her side on the mattress, apparently asleep. Tommy smiled slightly at that. The rest of the League of Assassins was lying on the cold floor, their bodies intertwined with one another in passion. Tommy turned back towards Shiva. "So... am I good?" He asked tentatively. "Yes," Shiva replied. "You have upheld your end of the deal. The League of Assassins thanks you for your service." It was hard for Tommy to hear her over the sounds of the assassins around him. "So I can leave?" He asked. Shiva nodded. "Absolutely. We will honor our oath not to reveal your secret to anyone. Of course," Shiva took a step towards Tommy, "We can not allow you to reveal our secret lair to anyone. She pinched his neck again, causing him to instantly go unconscious. ...Well, not quite instantly. Tommy hit the ground and had a few seconds of consciousness, blinded as he was by the pain. In those few seconds, he was just barely able to register that the Lazarus Pit had started boiling. Let's Be Batman Pt. 25 If there was one thing Tommy had learned in the months he had been Batman, it was that gangsters were, in their hearts, cowards. The guy he was currently holding up against the wall, for example. Tommy had been tracking him for an hour and had attacked him when his guard was down. Tommy had hit them right as they were leaving a pool hall, ostensibly picking up collections for their boss. His two bodyguards were easily dispatched and the man had cowered against the wall of the pool hall, begging for mercy. He had dropped a dime on his boss before Tommy had even opened his mouth. "Please don't hurt me! I'll tell you where Great White Shark is if you just don't hurt me!" the mobster yelled, his hands covering his face. Tommy paused, loosening his grip on the man's coat. "Where?" Tommy asked harshly. Great White Shark had been competing for the turf left by the recently departed Penguin and Tommy was eager to take him down. He knew Great White Shark had been encroaching on his old neighborhood. "You gotta give me assurances," The mobster spoke. Tommy was amazed that the man was suddenly dictating terms to him. The guy was pretty slick. "I walk away from here and you take Shark down so he doesn't get to me." "Let me worry about him," Tommy replied, "You worry about walking at all." Tommy stamped on the man's foot with his boot, causing him to cry out in pain. "Ah, fuck! Okay, okay, I'll tell you. The Great White Shark is going to be at the-" The man's words were suddenly cut short. Tommy ducked as he heard the whiz of an arrow fly by him and strike the man in the throat. The man's last words were a gurgle. Tommy wheeled around and searched for the source of the arrow. On top of the roof across the street, he glimpsed a woman in purple. She was running across the roof with remarkable speed. Tommy took after her. Tommy ran parallel with the woman, her on the rooftops and him on the ground. She hit a taller building that required her to use the fire escape; Tommy got ahead by using his grappling hook to get to the top of the roof. He was waiting for her when she reached the top. "What the hell is wrong with you???" Tommy shouted. He knew who the woman was. Bruce had left a short dossier on her right before he left detailing the rise of this new vigilante. It read, in full: "Huntress. Mobster's daughter, avenging murder of family. Violent, unpredictable, dangerous. Not recruitable. Recommend capture and incarceration." If the woman was startled by Tommy's shout she did not show it. She stood confidently, almost relaxing against the top bars of the fire escape. Huntress was tall and beautiful, her olive skin reflecting in the moonlight. She had full lips and dark eyes, her domino mask covering most everything else. It went up in points, holding back her thick black hair. Her hair was long and disappeared behind the flowing black cape that adorned her back. Her costume was a one-piece that had a cut-out on her stomach, exposing her tight abs. Large breasts stretched the fabric covering them. Her legs were exposed from the bottom of her suit to the tops of her thighs, giving just a glimpse at how tanned and toned they were. Tommy was taken aback by how much skin Huntress was showing; he figured that it helped in throwing off her opponents, much like it was throwing him off now. He tried not to notice how hot she was and focus on his anger. "I was just saving you some time," She said to Batman, casually adjusting her gloves. "That guy was going to keep doing what he was doing, keep hurting people, and you were just going to let him go." "He was going to give me information on Great White Shark. I could have put him out of business," Tommy scolded her. He was surprised he was so angry; a few months ago he didn't think he would have cared. But he knew now how important his job was and he hated to see someone treat it so carelessly. "So what?" Huntress replied. She walked towards Tommy now, one leg in front of the other. She was very seductive. "His mob lawyers will have him out immediately. Even if you put him away long-term, he'll arrange to get sent to Arkham and either run things from inside or break out. There's only one way to treat these animals." Huntress held up her crossbow. "We don't kill in Gotham City," Tommy replied, standing tall. He was weighing his options. Clearly Huntress needed to be either put down or taught a lesson. Huntress laughed. "You of all people shouldn't be talking to me about the rights and wrongs of killing. Did you think no one would find out about the Joker?" The Huntress asked. Tommy's ears burned. "No one's seen him and everyone says you killed him." Tommy tried to talk but couldn't think of anything to say. He was angry. Huntress seemed to revel in it. She spoke again. "I guess only you're allowed to make the decision on when it's okay to kill," She said. She was close to Tommy now, lording over him. He wished very badly to shut her up. "Or maybe it's only okay when one of your little pets does something stupid and gets herself in trouble." Tommy blinked hard. How did she know about Barbara? "What did you say...?" Huntress smiled widely, knowing she had hit the mark. "What happened, Batman? Did Batgirl try to stop Joker by herself? Or maybe she was tired of rolling with a limpdick and wanted a piece of the Joker's gun?" "Shut up!" Tommy yelled, grabbing Huntress by the arms. She struggled to be let go, dropping her crossobw as she did so. Her words were acid. "What, are you going to kill me too? Anything to cover up for your precious Batgirl!" Huntress almost seemed to be enjoying this. She was right, Tommy wanted to kill her. As she pushed up against him, he realized that he wanted to do so many things to her. He did the first thing he could think of; he spun her around and spanked her through her cape, smacking her firm ass hard with his gloved hand. Huntress yelped in surprise and stopped struggling. She turned back around and spoke. "Did you just... spank me?" She asked in disbelief. Tommy suddenly felt shame, as it wasn't the most mature thing to do. He struggled for a response when Huntress suddenly reached around and spanked him in return. He barely felt it through his armor but was surprised nonetheless. "Hey, don't do that!" He yelled out. "You did it first!" Huntress retorted. Tommy noticed that her cheeks were red. (Her face cheeks. Her other cheeks were probably red too.) Tommy grabbed her again, this time lifting her cape with one arm as he brought his hand done with the other. Huntress yelped again as Tommy's hand hit her ass cheek only partially covered by her small costume. The echo of the spank reverberated in the night air. Huntress and Tommy began to wrestle, struggling to smack each other's asses. Tommy managed to grab both of Huntress's arms and pinned them to her side. She looked at him with anger in her eyes and then did something surprising; she kissed him. She kissed him roughly, her tongue forcing his mouth open and probing him. Tommy's eyes went wide and he pulled his head back. He looked at Huntress, who looked back at him with something different in her eyes. They looked at each other for a moment. Tommy threw his lips into hers. Huntress laughed into his mouth as Tommy kissed her savagely, their tongues intertwined. Both of their hands were groping each other's bodies. Tommy ripped Huntress's cape off, throwing it to the ground and his hands gripped her ass. Huntress quickly found Tommy's cock and started stroking it through the Batsuit. Neither of them spoke. They grunted and gasped, moaned and groaned, but they didn't speak. Tommy gripped Huntress by the back of her hair and kicked the back of her knees out from under her, dropping her to her knees. He reached into his Batsuit and pulled out his cock. Huntress smiled and licked her lips seductively. With force Tommy pushed his dick past Huntress's lips and began to fuck her face. Tommy wasn't gentle. He thrusted hard with his hips, forcing the head of his cock against the back of Huntress's throat. Her mouth filled with saliva as Tommy's cock pounded it, some of it dripping out of her mouth and down her chin. She breathed audibly through her nose and a "glug" came out of her mouth every time Tommy pushed his dick against her tonsils. Tommy noticed that she was furiously working her clit with one hand, her other hand pressed against his thigh. Tommy had two fistfuls of Huntress's jet black hair, holding her in place so he could fuck her mouth. He shoved his dick in and held it there, causing Huntress's eyes to well up with tears. He groaned loudly as he felt her throat muscles convulse on the head of his dick. Suddenly, Tommy was thrown from his feet. Huntress had cut his legs out from under him, sending his dick out of her mouth and his back to the rooftop. She lunged on top of him, her pussy next to his face. She pulled her suit to the side, exposing her flaring lips, and pressed down onto his mouth. Tommy found himself with a mouth full of pussy. Huntress grabbed the points of his cowl and lifted his head up and into her pussy, burying him in it. Tommy struggled to work his tongue inside Huntress's lips, managing to find himself with his tongue against her clit. He mashed his tongue flat against it, sliding it up and down. Huntress moaned harshly and pushed Tommy closer to her pussy. "Oh my fucking God," Huntress said with no regard if anyone could hear her. Tommy wondered where exactly they were; he had chased her without taking in his surroundings. As he wondered such matters he started stroking his dick with one hand. With his other he reached up and smacked Huntress's ass, causing her to jump. He took a deep breath of air. "You fucker," Huntress responded. She rolled, taking Tommy's head with her. She ended up on her back with Tommy's head on top of her, still buried in her snatch. Huntress wrapped her legs around his head in a triangle, forcing his head deep in her pussy. She screamed. Tommy had a little more freedom now and he used it to the best of his ability, moving his tongue in quick flicks over Huntress's clit. His hand reached up around her triangle hold and rested on Huntress's firm stomach; he could feel her abs tighten rhythmically as she strained from the sensation his mouth was giving her. "Eat my pussy, you cunt," Huntress groaned at Tommy. He didn't reply. He didn't think anything. He simply worked his tongue like a piston on her clit. Tommy could feel Huntress starting to tense up. Her legs relaxed their grip on his head and began to stretch out wide; Tommy could feel them shaking against his head. Her voice got higher and higher pitch until she suddenly growled lowly, almost forcing out an orgasm. Tommy's lips were flooded wither her juices as Huntress came. She thrashed on the ground, pumping her pussy into Tommy's face. Her legs were splayed out now, completely to the side. Tommy took the opening. "Wha...?" Huntress struggled to say through her orgasm as she felt Tommy's tongue come away from her pussy. She yelled louder when she felt the head of his dick replace it. Tommy had quickly moved himself up; he put both hands on Huntress's shoulders, pinning her down, and thrust himself inside her. "Take my cock, you fucking slut," Tommy grunted at her, burying himself in her pussy. He slid in easily thanks to her earlier orgasm and Tommy found himself to his hilt by his 2nd thrust. He was holding himself up with his hands, thrusting fully, his long cock almost completely exiting Huntress before he thrusted completely inside her. His hips hit hers and she groaned loudly. Huntress looked at Tommy, her spirit unbroken. "Isn't it good to be bad, Batman?" She asked him. Tommy responded by pushing himself completely inside her and holding himself there, causing her to shout and lift her hips. He gave her 3 quick thrusts, his hips slapping hers each time, before he went back to his long thrusts. "Shut up," Tommy told her for the second time in a night, his dick feeling very hot inside Huntress's wet pussy. He thrust himself hard, dropping himself down to his elbows so he had a better angle inside her. As he did he released Huntress's shoulders and she took the opportunity to roll herself, ending up on top of Tommy. She laughed in triumph and began working her hips on his cock, her body draped over Tommy's. He reached up and groped one of her large breasts through her suit, causing her to gasp. Tommy tried to roll her over but Huntress blocked him. He pushed again and she blocked but this time Tommy outmuscled her. They ended up on their sides, Tommy's legs inside of hers. He propped himself up on an elbow and began working his hips. Huntress pumped hers as best she could and they fucked each other, each trying to thrust harder than the other. Their faces were closed and they didn't break eye contact. "You asshole," Huntress spat at Batman through her teeth. "You whore," He replied, his hand shooting to her ass. He spanked her and felt her shudder in response. Huntress was going to cum again. Tommy suddenly realized that he was going to cum, too. They both struggled to keep in their orgasms, refusing to let their opponent win. They both grunted and groaned, throwing their hips together, when finally they began to cum at the same time. It was Huntress who balked first, pushing herself off Tommy's dick and rolling onto her back. Her hand found her clit and she roared her orgasm's arrival. Tommy scrambled to his knees and quickly straddled Huntress. The first wave of cum shot out of his dick right as he tilted it upwards, his cum flying in an arc and landing between Huntress's breasts. She smiled and moaned loudly as she felt his cum land on her suit. Tommy's cum landed in streams, covering Huntress's chest. He groaned with every spurt, his voice intertwining with Huntress's and floating through the night. The last spurts of Tommy's cum landed on Huntress's exposed stomach. It flowed into her ab lines as she breathed, a small amount pooling in her belly button. They both stayed there for a while, struggling to catch their breath. Tommy held his dick in his hand as it softened, tired from a long night's work. Huntress had her eyes closed, lazily running her finger through the cum on her stomach. She opened her eyes and spoke lethargically. "Looks like the Big Bad Bat isn't the paragon of virtue everyone thinks he is," She said, smiling slyly. Tommy suddenly felt disgusted. He thought he could teach Huntress a lesson but the truth was that she wanted this. He realized that killing and fucking were the same thing for her. "Get out of Gotham," He said finally. Huntress laughed in response. "I can't," She replied. "I just got some friends to come team up with me here. But I'll tell you what: you keep giving me that Batcock of yours and I won't kill so much as a fly." Tommy sighed. He looked at Huntress's cum-soaked body and knew what his answer was going to be. Let's Be Batman Pt. 26 Tommy had been asking himself two questions a lot the past few days: 1) "How is Black Mask gaining so much new territory?" 2) "What am I going to do when the real Batman comes back?" The first one was the more urgent query. Tommy had done well in his battle against the new mob bosses that were fighting to take The Penguin's place. He (well, Huntress) had cut off Great White Shark's money supply, Two-Face would most likely go into hiding after Tommy had disrupted his drug shipment at the port this very night, but Black Mask... well, Black Mask was actually expanding his territory. Tommy wasn't sure where the gangster was getting his resources; for every den Tommy busted, two more seemed to take its place. And the men Black Mask was using weren't common thugs, they seemed to work with almost military precision. Tommy was stumped. But the second question had been burning in the back of his mind for some time. He had abandoned the cowl after Batgirl's accident without realizing that he had little money, job prospects, or future. He knew that eventually, hopefully, the other Batman would return. There was little doubt in Tommy's mind that Batman wouldn't appreciate his rather unique method of fighting crime. Tommy needed to set up some sort of nest egg for himself. He wouldn't steal, of course; his experience as Batman had given him that much of a moral compass. But how could he raise himself some money, just in case? Tommy thought. 'I do know a lot about Batman,' Tommy thought. He knew the location of his hideout, who at least one of his partners was, the real Batman's identity... 'No,' Tommy shook his head. He couldn't do that to Batman. Tommy owed him everything. He couldn't betray that trust. Tommy continued to think. Finally it hit him: he couldn't divulge any secrets about Batman, but he did know quite a few secrets about some villains. He could potentially sell some secrets about their fighting styles, their lairs, and who they paid off. Tommy fired up the computer in the Batcave. He needed to find a reporter. And as he thought about his nights watching Channel 4 News, he knew just which one to e-mail... *** On the roof of the her station, Vicki Vale shivered. She was feeling kind of stupid. 8 hours ago, she had received a mysterious e-mail telling her to be on top of her building at Midnight if she wanted to hear about a scoop about this city's underbelly. Vicki got e-mails like this all the time; there were always crackpots trying to sell her a story or a batarang that they swear they didn't buy in a novelty store or something like that. This e-mail was different, though. For one, it didn't have a return address. Vicki had sweet talked the IT guy on her floor into trying to run a trace on the e-mail but he found nothing. For another, it had a very distinctive signature. It read: "Sincerely, Batman" Vicki knew it was probably a dumb joke by someone else in the office. She knew it couldn't be real. But if it was... she had to risk it. Vicki had recently made some allegations against Commissioner Gordon that had ended up not being exactly truthful. She had managed to hold onto her job but just barely; she knew she needed a big story soon if she wanted to get back into her boss's good graces. But now, as she shivered in the cold, she thought she had been hit with another setback. She felt stupid, especially standing there dressed as she was. She was supposed to have a date with a mid-level member of the mayor's cabinet that she was "pumping" for information that night but she had cancelled. She hadn't been able to make it home to change, though, and the slinky cocktail dress she had on didn't provide much warmth. Vicki luckily had a trench coat in her office but her legs were freezing. Brushing some of her bangs out of her face, Vicki swore. She looked at her watch and saw that it was 12:15. "Another Goddamned dead end," Vicki said to herself. She turned and headed towards the door to the roof. "Sorry I'm late," a voice called behind her. Vicki jumped and wheeled herself around. "Batman..." Vicki breathed. She couldn't believe it: Batman was standing in front of her. Vicki had been chasing this ghost for almost 8 years now, ever since she was a kid running the crime beat. Her gossip column wouldn't seem to be very much in line with Batman but, when you thought about it, wasn't knowing who Batman was the ultimate piece of gossip? Vicki had been researching for years but hadn't come up with anything. She had even dated Bruce Wayne for a while back when she suspected he was Batman but she dumped him when he turned out to be just as vain and oblivious as her stories made him to be. But now, here he was. She looked closely at him, trying to get some kind of sign to tip his identity. He was standing in the light but somehow his face was shrouded in shadow. 'Just my luck,' Vicki thought. "I got your e-mail," Vicki said aloud. She couldn't tell if she was shivering from the cold or the excitement running through her body. Everyone wanted to meet Batman. Vicki and her girlfriends had all shared a common dream that they had; one where Batman had come in through their windows to save them from an intruder, before taking them in his big arms and- "I need your help," Batman said, interrupting Vicki's train of thought. She felt a jolt as she processed his words. 'Batman needs my help...?' She thought. "I might be able to help you," She said, trying to sound confident," Depending on what you can do for me. What's the deal?" Batman stared at her silently for a moment. Then he spoke. "I'm running a little short on capital at the moment. I need money. You need a story. I thought we could help each other." Vicki forgot to breathe for a moment. 'An exclusive with BATMAN,' She thought. She was counting her regional Emmys in her head already. Fuck the Emmy's; she was looking at a Goddamn Pulitzer. Just like that bitch Loi- "Hold on a minute!" A voice called out behind Vicki. Turning, Vicki saw who it was and her heart sunk: It was that bitch Lois Lane. *** Lois strode confidently towards Batman and Vicki Vale. She counted her good fortune that they were still meeting. If there was an important story going on, Lois wanted to be in the middle of it. It had been a strange 24 hours for Lois Lane. She had started the morning the same way she started most of her mornings; she checked her e-mail and voice mail, hoping for some word from Clark. He had been gone for months now, and the only explanation Lois had gotten was some mumbled excuse about having to "run down a lead." She worried about him. She also worried about the absence of Superman. He had disappeared shortly after Clark did and the people of Metropolis were getting nervous. Crime was still down, at least; other superheroes like Superboy and Steel had taken a more prominent role in town. But it was still uncomfortable to look up into the sky and not see the red streak of Superman's cape. Lois wasn't sure who she missed more, Clark or Superman. In the meantime, Lois had kept herself busy tracking down leads on the most powerful man in Metropolis; there was something that bothered her about Lex Luthor. He was a famous philanthropist but Lois knew that his thin veneer of charm hid something far more sinister. She had been looking into his holdings, tracking down leads, and had run into a common problem for someone in her line of work: Someone had tried to kill her. It had happened while she was crossing the street. A car had suddenly burst through a red light and tried to take out Lois. She dove out of the way, just missing the car as it swerved to hit her. The car had swerved too much, though, losing control and slamming into ta light pole. Lois had quickly run to the unconscious driver and checked his pockets before the ambulance or police had arrived. In the man's pocket she had found a fake driver's license, a roll of quarters and a train ticket to Gotham City. On a hunch, Lois used a contact in the Metropolis Police Department to run the man's fingerprints through the system. The name had come up as a common henchman working under Black Mask. 'That's strange. Why would a Gotham mobster want to stop me from looking into Lex Luthor?' Lois thought. She decided she was going to find out. Where better to start than with Batman? Compared to trying to follow Superman, following Batman was relatively easy for the reporter. She simply followed the ambulance calls. At the 3rd one she had seen his cape disappearing over the side of the building; she followed him from the street until she saw him disappear on top of the Channel 4 News building. 'But why was Batman meeting with this...' Lois didn't want to call Vicki Vale a reporter. She had no respect for Vicki Vale's talent. Vicki was a social climber and a gossip; she didn't have Lois's nose for scoops and her drive for honest reporting. And everyone had heard the rumors about how Vicki had found her way on camera. Even now, while in the presence of the 2nd best superhero in the world (in Lois's opinion), Vicki was dressed like a slut. A thin white cocktail dress glimpsed out from underneath Vicki's thick coat, and she wore high heels. Her face was covered with far too much make-up; no doubt Vicki was heading to meet one of her "sources" after she met with Batman. Lois shook her head. Compared to Vicki Vale, Lois was positively underdressed. Her tan pantsuit was professional yet comfortable, her shoes economical. Lois's blouse was opened to the 3rd button, showing just the barest hint of cleavage. She had long ago given up trying to prevent men from staring at her chest and figured hey, at the very least it might distract them enough that they'd slip up and say something incriminating. "I'm Lois Lane, Batman," Lois said cursorily, eager to get the pleasantries out of the way. "I work for the Daily Planet. I have a few questions about Black Ma-" "Um, excuse me," Vicki cut in, clearly annoyed. "Batman and I were in the middle of something. He was about to give me a scoop on..." Vicki's voice trailed off. She had clearly said too much. "Scoop?" Lois said, her eyebrows raised. "What scoop? Batman, I promise you that there is nothing this woman can do for you that my paper couldn't do for you tenfold." Lois was surprised that Batman seemed kind of confused. She had expected him to be more confident. "Uh, well... I don't know, it depends on what you can offer." "Well I think that depends on what YOU'RE offering," Lois retorted. Batman shuffled his feet. "I have leads on several businessmen, judges and police that are being paid off by the mobs in town," He said quietly. Vicki blanched. "Is that it? I don't know if my viewers are going to care about any of that." She seemed deflated. Lois, on the other hand, was already jotting up the story in her head. It wasn't a big one, maybe a regional award or two, but it would be worth it to stick it to the Gotham papers and remind people that the Daily Planet was the best paper in America. "Do you having anything juicier?" Vicki was asking Batman. Lois rolled her eyes. "Maybe something a little more... titillating?" "Well..." Batman started to respond. Lois didn't know why he was bothering. "...What if I provided you with some information about certain supervillains and their... bedroom habits?" Vicki's eyes opened wide. "Do you have that information? But how could you...?" Suddenly Vicki got very excited. "'The Sex Lives of Supervillains!' What a story! I'd do anything for something like that." Lois was baffled. What the Hell was going on? Who could possibly care about a story like that? It was the kind of tawdry journalism Lois had been rising above her whole career. She hated Vicki Vale and everything she represented. "I'm interested in both stories," Lois suddenly said. Vicki looked at her with hate in her eyes. "You don't care about stuff like this," Vicki said cattily. "Shouldn't you be running down a lead in Corto Maltese or something?" "If there are superheroes, I'm interested," Lois responded icily. "And I can be in Corto Maltese in less than 10 hours." "One thing," Batman interjected," My name can't be involved. None of this can trace back to me." "Done," Vicki said. Lois had reservations but she figured she could wait until she had Batman's story first. Vicki continued. "My company can offer you-" "I'll have to talk to my boss but I think we can comfortably set aside $500,000 for you, Batman..." Vicki's eyes bulged. She was clearly outbid. "You can't offer tha-" "...Per story," Lois finished. She looked at Vicki and smiled. Lois knew she had won. She started thinking ahead: she'd better get on the phone with Perry, work out some details, maybe get him to wake up Jimmy and get him down here. She wished that Clark was here to help. Batman tried to suppress a smile. "I think I can live with that," He said. "Unless you can beat that, Ms. Vale." Vicki looked heartbroken. "Well... no," She said sadly. "But I... I..." "Well then it's settled," Lois said, eager to get to work. "I'd like to start with the mob payoffs story, Batman, and then we can work on the-" "I'll suck your dick!" Vicki suddenly yelled out. Both Batman and Lois turned to her, their mouths open. Lois was amazed; she knew what Vicki would do for a story, but to see it in action was something else. She couldn't believe that Vicki thought such a cheap ploy would work. It was sad, pathetic, despica- "...Really?" Batman said questioningly. Lois turned to him, her mouth still agape. Was he actually considering this? Vicki nodded softly. She seemed almost embarrassed. Embarrassed but willing. "How about you, Ms. Lane? Can you beat that offer?" Lois's eyes went wide with shock. "Are you serious?" Batman looked at her, his face giving no indication that he was kidding. Lois's mind reeled. She couldn't believe what was happening; she was being propositioned by Batman of all people in return for a story. She felt dirty just thinking about it. But at the same time, two things ran through her mind: one, she couldn't stand the thought of Vicki Vale winning a story out from under her; and two, Clark had been gone and Lois hadn't felt a cock inside her for months. In the end, the scales were tipped. "Sure," Lois said matter-of-factly. It was Vicki's turn to stare agape. "Well I think we can come to some sort of arrangement," Batman said, his hand adjusting himself in his Batsuit. "Maybe Lois can get the mob story while Vicki gets the sex story?" Both women stared at Batman, then at each other. "Okay," they said at the same time. Batman smiled widely and reached into his suit. *** Vicki wasn't sure how she had found herself in this position. She and Lois Lane were on their knees, their coats underneath them to protect their knees from scratching. Vicki looked over jealously at Lois's tan skin, her long black hair, and how her erect nipples poked through her thin white blouse. She hated how Lois seemed to be taking this in stride. Vicki looked down at her own chest and saw her own nipples poking through the sheer dress she was wearing. She noted with satisfaction that her breasts were larger than Lois's. Batman, meanwhile, was busy jerking himself in his suit. He wasn't like she had thought; she had assumed he'd be dark and brooding, not... a pervert. Batman smiled down at the two of them as he brought his cock out of his suit. "What the..." Vicki said aloud. Batman's cock was huge. Instinctively, Vicki grabbed it with one hand. Her middle finger and thumb wrapped around his dick and still had about half an inch of space; she didn't know how she was going to fit this thing in her mouth. She could feel her eyes cross as she stared at the head of his raging cock. "What's the matter, Vicki, I know you've sucked a dick before," Lois said. Vicki felt a hand on the back of her head; it was Lois's, pushing her towards Batman's dick. Vicki took a deep breath and opened her mouth wide. Batman's cock filled Vicki's mouth with no room for her to breathe. She exhaled harshly through her nose, a gurgle escaping her mouth as Batman's head touched her tongue and the top of her mouth simultaneously. Vicki took as much of him as she could, her throat gasping for air. She could feel Lois's hand forcing her deeper onto Batman's dick. The hand released and Vicki pushed her head back, gasping for air. "Jesus Christ," She whispered. A thick stream of cum fell out of her mouth, landing on her chin. She looked up and noted with alarm that her spit only covered a third of Batman's massive cock. 'That's all I took?' She wondered. Lois grabbed Batman's dick and directed it towards her mouth. Vicki took solace in the fact that if she couldn't take all of Batman's dick, there was no way Lois could... "Holy shit," Vicki exclaimed as Batman's cock filled Lois's mouth. She took him easily, confidently, his dick disappearing inside her mouth. Her nose touched his groin, his pubic hairs resting against her lips. She opened her mouth and let her tongue escape, licking the top of Batman's ballsac. Vicki's mouth dropped. Lois pulled his dick out and smiled at Vicki. "That's how it's done," Lois said non-chalantly. Vicki scowled and pulled at Batman's dick. She took a deep breath and threw herself on his cock, the sides of her mouth straining to take his girth. Vicki could feel the back of her throat get filled and she tried her best not to gag. She wasn't quite able to reach the bottom of Batman's shaft before she decided she could go no further. Batman's dick began to pump in and out of her mouth, Vicki unable to move her tongue since her mouth was so full. She focused on her breathing as Batman fucked her mouth. Vicki stayed like that for a while, her mouth being used as Batman's personal fuckhole. Saliva flowed freely out of her mouth, running down Batman's cock and occasionally dripping onto Vicki's exposed legs. She ran a hand through the spit and dipped it between her legs, finding her pussy. She rubbed it quickly as Batman fucked her throat. "I always knew you were a little whore," Lois whispered into Vicki's ear. Vicki didn't care; she was lost in the oppressive cock that was filling her throat and the warm sensation filling her pussy. She only moaned in response. Vicki suddenly felt herself pulled back, Batman's dick falling out of her mouth. She realized that Lois had pulled her back, quickly taking her place and throwing herself on Batman's cock. Lois quickly started bobbing on Batman's dick, one hand stroking the bottom of his shaft while the other played with his balls. Batman groaned and tilted his head back. Vicki was disoriented. Her hand still worked her pussy as she lifted herself off the roof floor. She pushed her dress straps to the side, letting it fall to the floor. Stepping out of it, she dropped back to her knees behind Lois. *** Lois was happy. She hadn't realized how much she missed cock until now. And what a cock; she hadn't known that there was another man with a cock as big as Clark's until now. Lois slurped loudly, swallowing some of her saliva mixed with a little bit of Batman's precum. Her hand jerked him furiously. Lois felt Batman's hands grab the side of her head and force her down on his cock. She moaned. Clark was always so gentle, so afraid of hurting her; it made Lois crave a man who would manhandle her, who would do what Batman was doing to her right now. She breathed harshly through her nose as she felt Batman's cock slide down her throat. Lois suddenly felt another hand on her stomach. The hand slipped down the waistband of her pants and pawed at Lois's clit. Lois's eyes went wide and she struggled to get off Batman's dick but his hands held her in place. "You're one to talk about being a whore," Vicki whispered into Lois's ear, "Look at how wet you are from sucking Batman's cock." Vicki's hand rubbed furiously on Lois's mound, causing Lois to moan on Batman's dick. This caused him to moan in turn. Let's Be Batman Pt. 26 Lois leaned forward, giving Vicki better access to her pussy. Batman arched Lois's neck, giving him a better angle to fuck her throat. He fucked it roughly, his hands full of Lois's hair to keep her head in place. Lois wasn't sure what was getting her off more, Vicki's hand or Batman's dick. Vicki tore at the buttons on Lois's blouse, ripping it open. Lois felt a hand clasp to her breast and start massaging it. She moaned louder. For the first time in months, Lois forgot about Clark AND Superman. All she could focus on was her impending orgasm. Lois cried out, her sounds muffled by the dick in her mouth. She pumped her pussy on Vicki's hand. Lois saw stars. Batman quickly pumped his dick in and out of her mouth, going less deep so as to give her room to breathe. Lois's orgasm washed over her, filling her body with blood. She felt hot, incredibly hot, despite the cool air. She felt the orgasm subside and fell to the ground, exhausted. As Lois lied on the ground, she saw Vicki quickly take her place. Vicki looked down at her and smiled as Batman's dick filled her mouth. Lois was jealous. Batman pumped his cock in Vicki's mouth, gagging her once again. Lois could see Vicki's thick mascara begin to run down her cheeks. Batman's fist was full of Vicki's hair and he roughly bobbed her head on his dick. Vicki's hands shot to Batman's thighs to slow his rhythm but it was no use. Batman finally released her and Vicki fell to the ground coughing. Roughly grabbing Vicki by the hips, Batman flipped her over to her hands and knees. He smacked her ass and positioned himself behind the reporter. Vicki only realized what was happening as Batman began to enter her. "Wait no, you're too biiiii-IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIGGGG!!" Vicki screamed as Batman's head popped inside her wet pussy. Lois marveled at how Batman didn't ease himself in; he pumped quickly inside Vicki's pussy from the first stroke. Lois's cunt ached. Vicki, meanwhile, was barely holding on. Her eyes were wide and she struggled to stay coherent, her elbows propping herself up. Her whole body moved when Batman thrusted, her eyes bulging in her head. She could barely handle his massive dick. Lois recovered from her orgasm and crawled over to Batman and Vicki. Eager for revenge, Lois slipped her hand under Vicki and massaged her clit. Vicki's screams turned very high-pitched. "This little slut can barely handle your dick," Lois told Batman. He grunted in reply. Lois worked Vicki's pussy as Batman fucked it. She knew that Vicki would cum soon and had an idea of just how to make her do it faster. Lois took the middle finger of her other hand and very gingerly wiped it along her slit. She shuddered as she did so. Then, she carefully positioned to the entrance of Vicki's asshole. When Batman realized what Lois was going to do his eyes went wide. Lois smiled and then stuck her finger into Vicki's ass up to the second knuckle. "Whaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh!!" Vicki screamed, her head shooting up from the ground. The massive cock in her pussy, the hand rubbing her clit, and the finger in her asshole were too much for her. With a squeal she orgasmed, her body convulsing in heavy pulses. She tried to scamper away from Batman's dick but he held her in place, pounding his hips against her ass. She whimpered and shuddered with every wave of her orgasm. When Lois was confident her rival was spent, she jumped to her feet and peeled off her tight tan pants. She tossed them to the side and stood in front of Batman, her hands on her hips confidently. "Got anything left in the tank for me?" She asked. Batman nodded hurriedly and grabbed Lois by the hips, dropping her to her hands and knees. Batman scrambled behind her and spanked her. Lois laughed in delight. She laughed louder when she felt Batman's dick enter her pussy. "Ooooohhhhh my gooooooooooodddd!!" Lois screamed as Batman filled her insides with his meaty cock. She dropped her head to the ground, her pert ass sticking high into the air as Batman pounded her. Lois could feel Batman's dick slip forward before sliding down her pussy, the shaft of his cock pressed heavily against her vaginal wall. She groaned deeply. She had missed the feel of a dick in her pussy, especially one that wasn't stopped every minute to ask if it was hurting her. 'Clark never understood that I wanted it to hurt,' Lois thought. She moaned heavily as Batman's hand came down on her ass, slapping it. Lois lifted herself back up to her hands and she took Batman's dick deep insider her. She knew it was going to hurt tomorrow but right now she didn't care. She wanted him to fill her up. "Harder," She moaned. Batman slapped her ass and buried his cock in response. It was all Lois could do not to collapse. She felt full for the first time in months. "Harder!" Lois screamed. Batman grabbed her hair and pulled it, bringing her head back. He used it to hold her in place while he slammed his dick inside her, his hips slapping against her ass. Lois cried out, barely able to control herself. "Oh god, I needed this!" She screamed, her eyes shut tight. She thought she heard Vicki Vale milling around in front of her but didn't open her eyes to see. She was cumming again. Lois's breaths came raggedly and the absence of groans gave evidence to her orgasm. Batman let her hair go and her head fell as the scream finally came, a deep scream from Lois's throat. Her whole body spasmed arrhythmically and her scream turned into a whimper. She slid herself off Batman's cock, the sensation of his dick too much for her, and fell to the ground. Lois was surprised that she found herself landing on flesh, not the rooftop. She opened her eyes and realized that she had landed on Vicki, who had been lying perpendicular to Lois. Lois had landed on Vicki's breasts. Lois tried to figure out what was happening through her orgasmic fog and, as she heard Batman grunting behind her, she realized what was going on. Lois flipped herself over, resting on Vicki's breast, right as Batman began to cum. His cock raged intimidatingly above the two reporters as waves of cum shot from his cock. The first shot to Lois's right and she heard Vicki squeal; Lois turned to see where it had landed and felt a splash of cum land directly on her cheek. She quickly closed her eyes and faced Batman's dick as hot cum landed on her face and hair. She felt a splash land across her lips and she quickly flicked her tongue out, savoring the taste of his cum. Lois finally opened her eyes when she thought the coast was clear. Batman's red head was just above her, sagging as it slowly softened. Lois lifted her head and took his dick in her mouth, making him twitch as she sucked the last little bit out of his dick. She turned and looked at Vicki, laughing when she saw the news reporter's sticky face. Vicki laughed in response and Lois guessed that her own face didn't look much better. Lois lied back down on Vicki's breast and the two women laughed together. "Here you go," Batman said, bringing both women back to reality. He had tidied himself up and gently dropped a disc on each woman's bare stomach. "That should give you all the information you need for your stories. Remember to keep me out of it." He turned to leave. "Batman, wait," Lois called out, raising her head just slightly. "What is it?" Batman responded. He was perched on the side of the building. Lois thought. There was some reason she was here, some lead she was tracking down. At this moment, though, she couldn't recall what it was. "...I forgot what I was going to say," She said finally. She lowered her head onto Vicki Vale's breast as Batman flew off into the night. Let's Be Batman Pt. 27 Before he saw her, he heard the cry. Tommy had been engaged with some of Two-Face's deadlier goons in yet another warehouse, the goons surprisingly matching up rather well with the Caped Crusader. Tommy had felled three of them but the fourth and fifth were tougher to take down than Tommy had anticipated. They synchronized their attacks, both of them attacking low and high simultaneously. It took all of Tommy's training to withstand their assault. As one of the goons swung at Tommy's head, the other swept low with a leg. Tommy dodged the high attack and blocked the low; unfortunately, he hadn't seen the goon's other leg and was swept off his feet. He landed with a thud on the ground, the breath from his lungs escaping him. As Tommy tried to recover, he saw a goon lifting a fire extinguisher high above his head, ready to throw it at Tommy. Tommy covered up just as the cry filled the air. It was a loud, piercing noise, and Tommy saw a window crack as it began. It was loud to him even with his sonic dampeners working overtime to prevent his ear drums from exploding. For the thugs it must have been excruciating. The goon holding the fire extinguisher above his head dropped it as his hands shot to his ears; the extinguisher cracked him on top of the head, knocking him out instantly. The other collapsed to the ground, holding his ears and screaming. The noise mercifully died out and Tommy clambered off the ground. From the far side of the warehouse a door opened and in walked a woman. And what a woman she was. "Hello, Batman," She said. Tommy was floored. Black Canary was jaw-droppingly, ball-achingly gorgeous. She had the ability to make men want to fuck her and write her sonnets simultaneously. She had a perfect face and an easy smile, the type of face that could make men melt with the raise of an eyebrow or the toss of her hair. Her shoulders were covered by a small leather jacket that cut off right at her perfect, perky breasts. Her cleavage spilled out of the top of a strapless leather bustier that cut off right at her thighs. Fishnet stockings covered her long legs. Her blonde hair had fallen in front of her face and she threw her head back gracefully. Tommy melted. Black Canary strode past Tommy's dumbfounded face, leaning over to knock out the thug that was still (barely) conscious. As she did so, Tommy's jaw hit the floor. Black Canary had the best ass he had ever seen. It was large and firm, the bottom of her cheeks poking out from underneath her outfit. As she straightened up it tightened into two perfect circles. Tommy desperately wanted to touch it. At that moment Canary turned around and smiled at Tommy. He gawkily smiled back. "I heard you might need a little help. I'm Black Canary." Canary stuck out her hand. Tommy shook her hand a little too eagerly. "I'm uh... I'm... I'm..." Tommy didn't quite know what to say. "You're Batman," Canary helped out, laughing softly. She had a great laugh. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Batman," Tommy said, thankful that she remembered. He tried not to stare at her tits. "I'm here to help you," Canary said. "We have a mutual friend: Batgirl. She sent me here to help you." "Batgirl?!" Tommy said, shocked. He had been trying to contact Batgirl for months but had heard nothing. He assumed she hated him after what had happened. Now she was helping him? "Yeah," Canary replied. Canary's voice then got quieter. "She told me everything about you. About your situation..." Tommy's stomach tensed up. He became aware that there were unconscious villains all around him. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little less crowded to talk." Canary nodded in agreement. Tommy began tying up Two-Face's thugs. He heard Canary slapping one in the face. "Hey, wake up," She said, hitting him harder and harder. The goon awoke with a start. He looked around in surprise and then quickly zeroed in on Black Canary's chest. "Up here," She said, lifting the thug's chin. "I need you to do a favor for me. You need to leave this town now and never come back. If you don't, you'll answer to Batman & me." The goon nodded his agreement to Canary's suggestion, only occasionally peering down at her tits. She sent him on his way. "Do you really think that's going to work?" Tommy asked. If he left town they wouldn't have a lead. "No," Canary replied, "He's going to run straight back to Two-Face. But the tracking device I put on him should lead us to Two-Face's hideout." "Ooooohhh," Tommy said. Apparently there were still a few superhero tricks he hadn't learned yet. He called in his location to the police, requesting a pick-up, and then followed Black Canary outside. "So how do you want to follow him?" He asked. He didn't see how she could hide a grappling hook with her costume. "I have my ride," Canary called over her shoulder. She disappeared around a corner and Tommy heard a motorcycle rev up. She cruised around and pulled up next to Batman. "Hop on," She said, directing him to the backseat. "Easier to track him with two sets of eyes." Tommy looked back at the seat. It was small, even smaller with Canary's ass spilling over into it. He'd be pressed against her and with all the bumps in the road... "I better follow along overhead. Get an eagle eye view," He said, hoping his half-erection wasn't obvious. Canary shrugged. "Suit yourself. Get on my frequency, we can talk on the way." She revved her engine and took off into the night. Tommy grappled up to the nearest tall building and followed. *** "So how'd you get roped into being Batman, anyway?" Canary asked as she trailed their prey. "I just found the suit and put it on," Tommy replied. He felt good talking about this. Batgirl hadn't particularly cared about who he was underneath the suit and Alfred just scowled at him. "Lucky you," Canary laughed over the intercom. "You never did tell me your name, by the way." "Does it matter?" Tommy asked. No one else had ever cared. "Sure it does," Canary said. "You're a person too. You need to remember that as a superhero." "Oh," Tommy said. His ears burned. "My name is Tommy." "Tommy," Canary repeated. "That's a nice name." Tommy's ears burned redder. "So," Tommy said, changing the subject, "Did you talk to Barbara? How is she? I haven't heard from her since-" "The accident. She's okay. She's still doing rehab, getting a little sensation back. She asked me to help start up a team here until she gets healthy again. I needed the break from Coast City so I took the offer." Tommy detected some sadness in her voice. "Why did you need a break?" There was silence on the other line. Finally, Canary responded. "Me and Oli... Green Arrow had a falling out. I'd rather not talk about it." Tommy tried to change the subject once again. "So what's this team you're star-" "We're here," Canary said over the com. Tommy peered down and could see Black Canary pulling up nearby a large warehouse with "Janus, Inc." written in large letters along the side. He glided down to Canary's position. Canary threw one long leg over the side of her motorcycle. She adjusted her breasts in her suit and Tommy looked away. Canary walked to the side of the building and Tommy followed. "Let's enter through the roof," Canary said. Tommy nodded. She looked at him. "Well..." She said expectantly. "Oh right," Tommy said, grabbing his grappling gun. It was hard to remember what he should be doing around this woman. Tommy aimed his gun up into the air, aiming for the side of the building. Canary stepped close to Tommy and wrapped her arms around him, her breasts pressed tightly to his sternum. He struggled to maintain his concentration. With effort he managed to shoot off his hook and caught the building. He prepared to climb. "Shouldn't you hold onto me?" Canary asked. Tommy licked his lips. "Uh, sure," He said. He wrapped his arm around Canary's back, pressing her even tighter against him. She reached behind her and moved his arm around her waist. Tommy soared up and into the air, Canary along with him. They reached the roof and Tommy tucked his grappling gun into his belt. He looked around the rooftop for an access point. "Uh, Tommy," Canary said gently, "You can let go of me now." "Oh, shit," Tommy stumbled over himself, loosening his grasp from Black Canary's waist. "I'm sorry." Canary laughed softly once again. She bounded across the roof to a nearby skylight. Tommy watched her ass move as she ran, tugged at his dick, and then followed her. The two heroes peered in from a skylight down at the gangsters below. In the center was Two-Face, one of Gotham's most famous criminals. He was surrounded by 8 or so thugs and was standing over the thug that Batman & Canary had followed there. They could just hear him speak through the glass. "They just let you go?" Two-Face was asking. It seemed that the good side of him was talking. "That's right, boss," The thug stammered. "They told me not to come back here but I didn't listen. I-" "You came right back here and let them know exactly where I am!!" Two-Face yelled, suddenly much angrier. "How fucking stupid can you be?" "I-I'm sorry, boss," The thug flinched. "I guess I wasn't-" "Shut up!" Two-Face raged, slapping the thug across the face. The thug cowered on the ground. "Please, boss, please don't kill me! It'll never happen again, I swear!" Suddenly, Two-Face seemed to relax. "Oh I'm not going to kill you," He said, pulling a small silver object from his pocket. "The coin might kill you. I'm just going to pull the trigger." "Time to go," Canary muttered. She screamed loudly, her voice shattering the glass of the skylight. Two-Face and his men dropped to their knees in agony as Batman & Black Canary dropped down to the floor. *** "Well that went pretty well," Tommy said. Canary smiled in agreement. And indeed, it had actually gone better than well; Batman & Black Canary had decimated Two-Face's operation and captured the man himself. After they had busted in through the ceiling, the fight had gone very fast. Tommy was unused to fighting so many men at the same time but he was able to hold his own while Canary more than did her share. Tommy had helped out in one important way: Two-Face had recovered and had a gun pointed at Black Canary's back until Tommy had stuck a well-placed batarang in his hand. The mob boss screamed and dropped his gun. Canary's kick knocked him unconscious. From there, they tied up the mobsters and tipped off the police. So yeah, overall it had gone very well. And things with Canary were going swimmingly, Tommy thought; she had invited him back to her lair, Gotham Clock Tower, to celebrate their victory. He sat uncomfortably on the edge of the bed Canary had set up here, trying not to stare at her. But it was hard not to stare at Black Canary. She was smart, she was funny, she was beyond beautiful. Tommy felt like he had learned as much just trailing her tonight than he had during numerous training sessions with Batgirl. Batgirl had treated Tommy like a burden, a tool that she needed to use until the REAL Batman came back; Black Canary treated Tommy like a person. He missed that. Tommy shifted uncomfortably on the bed, well aware that Batman didn't look cool in the light. Canary herself had surprised Tommy by taking off a wig. He didn't understand why she wore a wig; her real hair was slightly shorter but just as blonde. He figured that no one was going to look at her head when they could stare at her ass or tits, anyway. Canary stretched her arms up high and then leaned over a mini-fridge, giving Tommy a great look at her ass. He crossed his legs and held his breath without realizing it. She grabbed 2 beers out of the fridge and popped the tops off. Extending one to Tommy, she sat down on the bed next to him. "Here's to another bad guy off the streets," She said, holding her beer in the air. The two crimefighters clinked bottles and took a drink. Tommy sipped his while Canary craned her neck back, taking a long swig. "So, uh... tonight was fun," Tommy said. The only problem with being treated like Tommy instead of Batman was that Tommy was horrible at talking to women. "Yeah, it really was," Canary agreed, not really looking at Tommy. His eyes strained, trying not to take more than periodic glances at her cleavage. "After everything that happened with Ollie, it felt good to go out and focus just on crime. And you're a good partner. Very good." She casually placed her beer bottle on the ground. Tommy blushed and was about to ask who Ollie was when Canary suddenly turned and kissed him. Tommy gesticulated in surprise, his eyes wide as Canary's tongue found his mouth. He struggled to put his beer down while Black Canary stuck her tongue down his throat. Slowly realizing what was happening, Tommy began to kiss her back. Canary grabbed Tommy by the back of the neck, kissing him passionately. Her body was pressed tightly up against his, her breasts pressing against his suit armor. "Take off your mask," She breathed at him between kisses. Tommy quickly moved his hand to his belt and turned off the electric charge that prevented villains from removing his cowl. He took it off and threw it to the floor. Canary pulled back and looked at him, judging him. Tommy felt uncomfortable. Finally, Canary smiled. "Not bad," She said, throwing herself on top of Tommy. He sunk into the mattress, Canary straddling him. They kissed. Canary flattened herself on Tommy, grinding against him as they probed each other's mouths. His hands reached around and clasped onto Canary's wonderful ass, kneading each cheek in his hands. They kissed noisily, not focused on being quiet. Canary laughed into Tommy's mouth when he jiggled her ass in his hands; he wasn't trying to be funny but he went with it anyway. Canary's hand trailed down his suit in response, her hand finding his erect dick. "Guess Barbara wasn't lying," She whispered. Tommy pulled his head away. "She told you...?" He asked questioningly. "Like I said, she told me EVERYTHING about you," Canary purred. Tommy tried to catch his breath as Black Canary slowly jerked him through his suit. He reached up with one hand and tore at Canary's outfit, jerking it down and exposing her breasts. They hung wonderfully from her and a nipple quickly found itself in Tommy's mouth. Canary gasped and gripped Tommy's dick tightly. "I want you inside me," Canary said, reaching inside Tommy's suit and pulling out his cock. She moved her hand to herself and Tommy heard a rip. Then, he felt an incredible warmness around his dick. His mouth came off Canary's breast, his head sunk into the mattress, and he groaned. Canary had pushed her suit to the side, ripped at her fishnets, and slipped Tommy's dick inside her. They both moaned in disbelief at the sensations they were feeling. Canary sat up straight, her hands on Tommy's chest, and slowly lowered herself onto his dick. She bounced on him. One of Tommy's hand shot back to Canary's breast and he massaged it, toying with her nipple. She took his hand and stuck a finger in her mouth, moaning on it. It was all Tommy could do not to cum. "Jesus Christ," Tommy muttered as he stared up at Black Canary in all her glory. Her breasts bounced with every drop onto his dick and her lips glistened in the dim lighting of the clocktower. She leaned forward, bringing her face close to Tommy's, and began to pump her hips on his cock. Tommy could almost feel her amazing ass sway with every pump. He grabbed her ass, gripping it tightly, and began to thrust up into her pussy. "Jesus Christ," Canary muttered. The two of them thrust into each other, groans filling the room. Tommy began fucking faster, his hips slapping against Black Canary's as he drove himself up inside her. One hand grabbed Black Canary by the back of the neck and he held her close, fucking her hard. He wanted to throw her down to the floor and fuck her senseless, maybe get behind her and fuck her doggy style, maybe even stick his dick up that glorious a- "Hey," Canary whispered. Tommy blinked, almost snapped out of a trance. He looked into Black Canary's soft blue eyes. "Stay with me," She said softly. Tommy's pace slowed. Canary kept eye contact with him and worked her pussy slowly on his dick. Tommy moved his hands to her hips and helped her bounce on his cock. As she worked his dick she flexed the muscles in her pussy; Tommy could feel contracting on his cock. Each time it took his breath away. He lied back, enjoying the feeling. He had almost forgotten what it was like to take it easy, to fuck a person instead of a superhero/villain. Canary's eyes fluttered, her breath felt hot on his face, her moans filled his ear. Beads of sweat appeared on her brow. Still, she kept working his dick slowly, savoring him inside her. She leaned into his ear and whispered something that the man dressed as Batman hadn't heard in a very long time. "Oh, Tommy." Tommy didn't recognize the name at first; he couldn't remember the last time someone had whispered his name and not Batman's. It made him want to cum. He groaned deeply. "Oh, Tommy," Canary said again, louder this time. She began to rock a little faster on his dick, taking him all the way inside her. Tommy groaned again. "Oh, Tommy!" Canary yelled, her voice crying out now. She was turning red. She pumped quickly on Tommy's dick, his groans driving her faster. They looked each other in the eyes, not breaking contact. "OH, TOMMY!!" She screamed. Her eyes closed and she pushed herself straight up on Tommy's dick. He roared and began to cum, his load shooting up and into Canary's pussy. Her hands shot to her mouth and she covered it with both hands as she began her own orgasm. Her scream was incredibly loud even through her hands; Tommy winced and covered his ears. Canary's cry was kept just below ear-splitting by her hands as she came, her body quivering and her nipples erect; each time Tommy came inside her she spasmed and her voice squeaked. The two heroes were a symphony of groans, squeals and pants as they came together. Tommy saw flashes of white slowly dissipate in front of his eyes as his orgasm subsided. Canary's orgasm was longer, seemingly more intense, and she wriggled as she came. Finally her orgasm desisted and she fell off Tommy's dick. She landed to the side of him and they lied there together, struggling to catch their breath. "Well that went pretty well," Tommy said. Canary laughed next to him. Tommy looked at her; she was somehow sexier when she was covered in sweat, her hair disheveled, her lipstick rubbed off from kissing him. Tommy was surprised that he found Dinah more attractive than Black Canary. Dinah got off the bed and cleaned herself up; she tossed Tommy a towel so that he could wipe the cum off his dick. He quickly got himself dressed and was putting on his cowl when Dinah grabbed his hands. "Off so soon?" She asked. She seemed almost disappointed. "Oh, I just thought... do you want me to stay?" He asked. Batgirl, or anyone else for that matter, had never wanted anything to do with him after they had fucked. "Yeah," Dinah said. "I was hoping we could talk for a bit." "Cool," Tommy replied. She smiled. He smiled back. For the first time that night, Tommy was relaxed. They talked. They talked about where they grew up, their past experiences, the reasons they decided to take up a mask, their most exciting cases. Tommy mostly told the truth; Canary knew all about Barbara already so there was little reason to lie about that. He took a little creative licensing with some of his other adventures, however. Finally, as they talked, they realized the Sun was making its appearance. "Wow, I can't believe what time it is already," Dinah said, her eyes checking the backside of the giant clock that made up one side of her hiding place. Let's Be Batman Pt. 27 "Yeah, it's already..." Tommy tried to read the clock. "...Early," He finally said, giving up. "So listen," Dinah began, looking down at her hands, "I had a good time tonight. Do you... want to do this again?" Tommy peered at her. "Do you mean the crime fighting or the...?" Dinah laughed. "Well, I guess both." "Sure!" Tommy said. Again, he said it a little too quickly. He cursed himself. "Great!" Dinah said, her eyes lighting up. Then she got very serious. "But if this is going to work, we need to be completely honest with each other. If we're not honest with each other we can't trust each other, either in here or out in the field." "I completely agree," Tommy said. He almost believed himself. "Great!" Dinah said again. She wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck. "So, do you want to hang out tomorrow night?" Tommy asked. He knew that was too early but he didn't care, he wanted to see her again. Dinah grimaced. "Ooh, I can't tomorrow night, I have to meet my partner." "Partner...?" Tommy asked, confused. He thought back to earlier in the night, when she had mentioned a team... "Oh right, I never told you about my team!" Dinah said. "She's new in town, too. Have you run across her? Her name is Huntress." Tommy did not answer quickly this time. He weighed his options in his mind as he looked into Dinah's baby blue eyes. After a great while, he finally spoke. "...No." Let's Be Batman Pt. 28 Tommy and Dinah were lying in bed, tired after a long night of crime fighting. Black Canary had rooted out a gang of pickpockets, stopped a mugging, and gotten a lead on Black Mask's whereabouts; Tommy had tried to solve a puzzle left by the Riddler... and had failed miserably. Still, they were equally exhausted. "So I was talking to Huntress tonight..." Dinah began. Tommy's heart stopped. He liked hanging out with Dinah a lot and had promised never to lie to her. At the same time, he had agreed to fuck Huntress in order to keep her from killing anyone. His lies were compounding and Tommy knew he could be found out at any time. He worried that now was just such a time. "...She thinks that we could really hurt Black Mask's operation with the information we found out tonight," Dinah finished. Tommy's heart beat once again. "Yeah, I hope so," Tommy replied. He got off the bed and paced around the Clocktower. "I don't know why you hang out with her," He said, clearly agitated. "She seems unstable." Dinah laughed. "Believe me, she's not your biggest fan either. She told me last night that you were a huge dick." Tommy winced. "But I really think if the three of us just got together that you'd see-" "No!" Tommy said quickly. "I'm sorry, but I just don't trust her. I have to be careful with my identity as Batman." "Okay," Dinah sighed. "I know how you feel about protecting your identity. Or his, I guess," Dinah said, referring to Bruce Wayne. Tommy sat down on the bed by Dinah. She lifted herself up, the sheet barely clinging to her chest. "I just want to keep you to myself, is all," He said. He kissed her and she kissed him back. "I have to head back to Coast City for a few days to take care of a few things," Dinah said. "Are you alright checking out this Black Mask lead by yourself? I'd ask Huntress to help you but she said she's busy tonight." "Yeah, I'll be fine," Tommy replied. "Don't worry about me." Canary nodded. "Remember, we're not just trying to capture him. We need to find out who his benefactor is. Someone's giving him the money he needs to finance his operation." "Got it," Tommy replied. "Trust me, I'll get it done." "I know you will," Dinah replied, smiling. "I trust you." *** "God I love your slutty cock!" Huntress screamed, bucking up against Tommy as his dick stretched deep into her pussy. She had him pressed up against the side of a building in the industrial part of town and he hoped no one was around to here this superheroine screaming. "Shut up," Tommy hissed, his hand grabbing Huntress by the hair and yanking back on it. He buried his dick in her pussy to the hilt, his balls slapping against the bottom of her ass. His other hand was cupped underneath her shirt, yanking on her tit. "Fuck you," Huntress replied. She had one hand holding herself upright against the building while the other pawed at her clit. It had been like this ever since that night on the rooftop. Tommy couldn't stop, both because he wanted to make sure Huntress didn't kill anyone and because he couldn't pull himself away from their dirty, dirty fuck sessions. He hated lying to Dinah. He hated that he liked fucking this woman. Most of all, he hated himself. He hated himself so much. "Are you going to cum?" Huntress asked him with a smile. "Go ahead, I want you to cum. Show me what a weak little bitch you are." Tommy glared at her and suddenly his face contorted into what looked like a sneeze. "Fuck," Tommy groaned. He buried himself in Huntress's pussy and came, shooting his load inside her. He sunk against the wall, moaning loudly, and shuddered with every burst from his cock. Huntress laughed shrilly and then her laugh turned to a scream as she came. Tommy began to pull out of her but she shoved herself against the wall, keeping Tommy deep inside her. Her hips thrusted forwards against his softening dick and she cried out harshly. Finally, her orgasm subsided and she pushed herself back, Tommy's dick falling out of her. The two quickly began to dress. "You whore," Tommy muttered as he wiped his dick clean with Huntress's cape. Oh how he hated her. "Give me that!" She yelled out, grabbing her cape away. She quickly put it back on. "And I'm not the one cheating on my little girlfriend with her partner. Maybe we should ask Black Canary who the whore is here." Tommy looked at Huntress with anger in his eyes. "If you say a Goddamn word to her I'll... I'll..." Huntress laughed in his face. "You'll what?" Tommy bit the inside of his lip. Huntress laughed again. "See you next week," She yelled behind her as she took off into the night. *** Tommy stared at the address Black Canary had given him and then looked at the building in confusion. This was the place but... it couldn't be, could it? Across the street, Tommy was looking at a church. The First Lutheran Church of Gotham, to be exact. He stared again at the address, trying to figure out if maybe he had misplaced a number or something. 'Nope, this is the place,' He thought. The church looked old. It's roof arched high in the air and it had followed in the traditional crucifix layout that churches have. Tommy didn't see anything suspicious about it at all. He decided he needed to get a closer look. He waited until the street was empty and then carefully glided to the top of the church. 'Front door's no good,' He thought. 'Need to find a side entrance.' Tommy finally found one. Not much of an entrance; a window had been left open just a smidge. Tommy forced it open and squeezed his way through. He was sure he was alone. Tommy was in an office. It was most likely the pastor's office but there didn't seem to be any pastoral activities going on there now. Stacks of money lined the desk nearby and Tommy saw a pile of guns & ammo seemingly tossed in the corner. "This is definitely the place," He muttered to himself. Tommy quickly made his way over to the desk and began to look through the papers there. If he could just find out what Black Mask was up to, where he was getting his equipment & men... "Give me a sec, I'll be right back!" Tommy heard shouting coming from outside the door. He looked around panicked and saw a closet in the corner. Tommy was shutting the door to the closet right as a person entered the room. "Now where the fuck are those drug shipment manifests," He heard the man say. The closet door had shutters and Tommy could just barely see the man through them. He was tall and was wearing a white suit. He couldn't see the man's head, either because of shadows or- "Goddammit, I really need a secretary," The man muttered. Finally, he grabbed a piece of paper and held it up in triumph. He folded it and placed it inside his inside suit pocket. The man turned around and Tommy finally got a look at his face. More accurately, Tommy got a glimpse of his mask. It was black and shiny, the polish on it glinting in the light. Sinister eyes were the only part of the wearer that showed; otherwise, the mask perfectly covered his head. The mouth of the mask was stuck in a grimace, with the teeth bare to resemble a skeleton. Tommy noticed that the mouth seemed to be able to move as the man talked. Tommy recognized the man as Black Mask. A voice called out beyond the door. "Hey boss, we need those new locations for the drugs before one of the costumed freaks gets to them. Where do you want them to go?" "Just give me a fucking second, will you?" Black Mask replied. He turned back to his desk and picked up a phone. He began to dial. Tommy crept out of the closet noiselessly and snuck up behind Black Mask. As silently as he could, he pulled out his grapple gun. Hoping Black Mask wouldn't notice that it wasn't a real gun, he pressed it up against the back of the villain's head. "Make a sound and I'll kill you right here," Tommy whispered harshly. Black Mask chuckled with his back still facing Tommy. "Batman," He growled. "I was wondering when you'd show up. Put that thing away, we both know you're not going to kill me." Tommy swore in his head. "Maybe not kill you," He said aloud, "But I'll definitely hurt you if you don't tell me who you're working for." Black Mask chuckled again. "Look at me," He said. Slowly turning around, he pierced Tommy with his psychotic eyes. "Do I look like the kind of guy who gives in to torture?" Tommy thought. "That's... actually a good point." He lowered his grapple gun. After a moment's thought, he swung up with his other arm and jammed something into Black Mask's neck. The mob boss swore and then began to sway; he finally collapsed, tumbling onto the desk with a clatter. Tommy flinched and looked to the door. "Boss!" A shout came through the door. "You alright? I heard a bang." Tommy cleared his throat. "Uh... yeah, everything's fine. I... stubbed my toe! I'm alright, no need to come in." "...Okay," The goon replied. "Just let me know when you find those addresses." Tommy thought. He could leave with Black Mask now and it would short-circuit his crew's operations... but whoever was behind him would still be at large. Tommy needed to find out who he was but he had no way of getting that information. He could interrogate Black Mask but didn't think would get anywhere. Maybe one of his goons? Or maybe in the computer at the desk. There must be some way. As Tommy was thinking, his head casually glanced down at Black Mask's unconscious body. It appeared that the mask was removable. A plan slowly formed in Tommy's head. He couldn't find out the information as Batman, but maybe if he was someone else... *** "Boss, c'mon! Are you alright?" The goon shouted at the door, banging on it. He waited and heard nothing. Finally, after a careful evaluation of how bad a beating he'd get for infringing on his boss's privacy, the goon began to open the door. Right as his hand hit the knob, the door flew open. Black Mask glared at the goon. "Didn't I tell you to leave me alone?" He said gruffly to his henchman. Black Mask strode past his henchman to the altar and removed the slip of paper from his pocket. He held it up and read it aloud. "I want you to move the drugs to the following safehouses," He said, before rattling off a list of addresses. The men moved quickly, eager to complete their work. Black Mask watched them and then turned to his lead henchman. "Make sure that all... this gets done," He said, waving his hand towards the bustle of activity. "I need to take care of some business in my office." "But Boss," The henchman said confusedly, "We still need to take care of Vinny." "Vinny...?" Mask said slowly. "Oh, yeah, Vinny. Okay." From the back of the church, two goons appeared. They were dragging a man forward, his legs trailing limply behind him. The man looked like he had been beaten severely. As they passed the rows of pews and neared the altar he raised his head with great effort and looked at Black Mask with tears in his eyes. "So... remind me," Black Mask said, "What did Vinny do again?" "He stole from you, Boss," The lead henchman replied. "He thinks he doesn't need to pay for protection and decided not to pay this month. That's stealing in our book." "Please, Mr. Mask," The man cried out, "I just couldn't make my ends meet this month but I'll make it up to you, I swear! Please, I have 4 kids!" Mask stared at the man. It was hard to tell what he was thinking. "So, uh, what do you usually do in situations like this?" The lead henchman smiled. "We drop him into the sea." The lead henchman turned to two lesser goons. "You heard the boss, see what excuses this guy can come up with from the bottom of the fucking ocean!" The man being sentenced began to cry. "Hold on!" Black Mask suddenly shouted. Everyone stopped and looked at him. He looked at the man who was cowering on the floor. "What's your name again?" "V-Vinny," The man replied nervously. Black Mask repeated the name. "Vinny, you're not going to miss a payment again, are you?" "No sir, never again I swear!" Vinny replied hurriedly. "Okay, good," Black Mask said. "So, just... don't do that again." "Oh yes sir, yes sir!" Vinny said. He began to cry tears of happiness now. "Thank you so much!" The lead henchman looked at Black Mask, confused. "Wait, that's it?" "You got a problem with that?" Black Mask said with a tinge of menace. "Uh... no sir," The lead henchman said quietly. "Good," Black Mask said. "Now I need to take care of some shit in my office AND I DON'T WANT TO BE DISTURBED!" Black Mask turned and walked into his office. The goons all looked at each other, each one more confused than the next. *** Tommy closed the door to the office and leaned against it, breathing heavily. He was lucky that no one could see how profusely he was sweating due to the heavy wooden mask covering his head. The mask was ill-fitting on him. It was made of wood and it chafed against his skin. For Black Mask, it was probably a perfect fit but the nose was a little stubby on Tommy and there was space between his chin and the bottom of the mask. And then there was the effect the mask seemed to be having on Tommy. He couldn't explain it but the mask made him feel... different. Even as he put it on, he felt himself acting different. He thought that it might be him getting into character as Black Mask but now he was starting to doubt. He felt mean, like he wanted to do bad things. Tommy dismissed the notion and chalked it up to his nervousness. Luckily, at least, Black Mask's suit fit. It fit really well. Suspiciously well, actually. It fit as well as Batman's suit fit on him. Really, he was incredibly lucky that both Batman & Black Mask were his exact dimensions. Seriously, the odds of that happening seem suspicious, don't you think? I mean how are we supposed to believe that Tommy is the exact size of both men? It's just ludicr- Anyway, Tommy adjusted his well-fitted suit and quickly made his way to the closet he was recently hiding in and where Black Mask was "resting" now. Black Mask was still there and still unconscious. Tommy turned and headed behind the desk to take a look at Black Mask's computer. He jiggled the mouse to turn on the screen and tried to navigate through the maze of files on Black Mask's computer. "Jesus, this guy really needs a secretary," Tommy muttered. Nothing was organized and everything was named in incomprehensible jargon. Tommy quickly gave up trying to find a file. He decided e-mail might work better. "Let's see... gun shipments, cop payoffs, discussing the murder of an alderman... nothing good," Tommy muttered defeatedly. He was about to give up when he saw a reminder notice on Black Mask's computer. He clicked on it and a meeting popped up. "REMINDER: Meeting with Mystery Man and Calculator arranged 1 week from today at 5PM. Meeting to take place at TBD." Bingo! Tommy clapped his hands. He didn't know who Black Mask's benefactor was but he knew where he was going to be. Tommy closed the notification and turned off the computer monitor. He was just about to change back into his Batman suit when he heard a loud bang on the door. "Don't come in, I'm still busy!" He hurriedly called out. He listened but didn't hear a response. Instead, he heard what sounded like fighting. 'What the fuck is going on?' Tommy wondered. He crept over to the door to take a look. He pushed the door but it didn't budge. He put his shoulder into it and managed to push it open enough to squeeze his head out. He saw why he couldn't open the door: Black Mask's lead henchman was leaning unconscious against it. Tommy forced the rest of himself through the narrow opening and stepped into the church once again. As he glanced around, he saw none of the earlier hustle & bustle that was going on. He couldn't see anyone, really. Everything had suddenly gone deathly silent. He stepped farther into the church, trying to find any source of movement. He thought to himself that it was a lot more fun to do the stalking than it was to get stalked. "Hello?" He called out softly. Tommy was on the steps of the altar now, peering down the rows of pews for a sign of life. He saw nothing. He heard a noise behind him and quickly turned around, facing the front of the church. There was a thick marble table in the center, presumably used for communions. Above the table was a large statue of Jesus. Tommy noted with surprise that Jesus was wearing a black mask. As Tommy was distracted, he suddenly felt something tight against his throat. It felt like a metal bar was squeezing his wind pipe. Tommy coughed and struggled to breathe. "Sorry to spoil your party," A deep voice behind Tommy said. "But I guess that's why they call me The Spoiler." Tommy wheezed. The name didn't ring a bell. Must be new. "What the fuck...?" He muttered. "You've been running drugs through this neighborhood for weeks," The voice said quietly. "Tell me where you're keeping them." Tommy's eyes were getting blurry. He cursed his luck. He had always figured his run would end getting overpowered by some supervillain; he thought it ironic that he was going to end up getting arrested by another superhero. He tried to think of something to say. He couldn't exactly tell the truth; the story sounded crazy and he doubted the superhero would believe him anyway. He figured that his only hope would be to bluff. He tried to laugh but it was a struggle with the bar against his throat. "You think I'm afraid of you?" Tommy choked out. He was absolutely afraid. "Tell me where you keep your drugs!" The hero yelled louder. Tommy noticed that the voice got higher as it yelled. He began to wonder just who exactly The Spoiler was. "I'm not saying anything," Tommy managed to say. The bar went higher on his neck, causing him to choke more. "I can make you talk," The voice said. It seemed shakier than before. The hero was losing his nerve. Tommy knew exactly what that sounded like; he had heard himself with the same shaky voice hundreds of times. Tommy thought of a response. Finally, it hit him. "Look at me," He said, beginning to turn around. The hero struggled but failed to keep Tommy from doing so. "Do I look like the kind of guy who gives in to torture?" As he did spoke, Tommy finally got a look at this mysterious hero. They wore a dark purple cloak that covered their body and hooded over their head, leaving their face shrouded in shadow. All Tommy could see where the eyes, bright and shining. They looked up at him; Tommy was surprised to find that the hero was surprisingly short. They were holding some sort of staff that was broken into 3 parts and held together with chain links; the middle one had been wrapped around Tommy's neck just a second before. But what Tommy was focusing on was the small strand of something blonde that was sticking out from beneath the hero's hood. It was hair, Tommy realized. Slowly, it came together: the voice, the small stature, the hair... Before the hero could react, Tommy grabbed the cloak around their head. The hero lunged backwards, assuming a fighting stance. As they did so their cloak stayed, her collapsible staff went flying and Tommy got a glimpse at what was underneath. The Spoiler was a young woman. Underneath her cloak she wore a spandex purple suit that, unlike the cloak, did nothing to hide her curves. Her suit wasn't professionally designed like other heroes he had run into; hers looked storebought. It hugged in some places and hung loosely in others. She had good sized breasts that tugged at the spandex and her waist was small. She had sandy blonde hair that was currently messy from her disguise. Tommy was surprised at how young she was, considering she had just beaten up Black Mask's whole crew; she looked like she should be hanging out at a sorority function, not fighting crime. Her face was cute. She had thin blondish eyebrows, soft eyes and full lips that were currently pulled back in a snarl. Tommy momentarily forgot that this hero had just been threatening to hurt him. Let's Be Batman Pt. 28 "You bastard," Spoiler spat at who she thought was Black Mask. She walked forward and grabbed Tommy by the neck, pushing him backwards and up against the communion table. Tommy gurgled as Spoiler leaned against him to threaten him. "You're going to tell me where every one of those drug houses are," She said. Tommy looked down at her, though it was hard to do so through the mask. He could see that through her tough exterior that The Spoiler was unsure of herself. She was young and inexperienced and didn't quite understand what she had gotten herself into. She reminded Tommy of... himself. He hated himself. "Did you actually think you could bust in here and I'd tell you?" Tommy asked. Spoiler blinked quickly; Tommy thought that she honestly did. "I'll tell you where those safehouses are," Tommy said, his breath raspy and muffled through the mask. He didn't know why he was doing this but at this point he didn't particularly care. "But only if you do something for me." The grip on Tommy's throat loosened just slightly. "What... what do you mean?" Spoiler asked. She seemed less confident now, without her hood. Tommy pushed his hips into Spoiler's lower stomach and her eyes went wide as she felt the early rising of Tommy's erection. She let go of his throat and took a step back. "You want me to... no!" She said. Tommy thought that she didn't quite say that with finality. "Do you want to take a bunch of drugs off the street?" Tommy asked her. "How many lives can you save with just 15 minutes work?" Tommy looked her up and down. "Hell, maybe only 10." Spoiler bit her lip. She looked unsure. "You want me to...do that... and you'll tell me where all of your safehouses are?" Tommy help up 2 fingers into the air. "Scout's honor," He said. Spoiler couldn't see but Tommy was smiling. 'If I'm going to pretend to be a bad guy I might as well be a bad guy,' He thought. Spoiler looked down at the ground. Tommy noticed that she quickly glanced at his crotch, staring at the outline of his cock through the white dress pants he was wearing. He smiled wider. Finally, after a long while, Spoiler looked back up. "...What do I have to do?" She asked timidly. "Well, we are in a church," Tommy replied. "I think it's customary to kneel." Spoiler furrowed her brow for a moment before she understood his meaning. She slowly dropped down to her knees in front of Tommy. He reached pulled down the zipper of his white suit and pulled out his cock. Spoiler's eyes went wide and she instinctively flinched. "I can't believe you're making me do this," She said in disbelief. "I guess that's why I'm a villain," Tommy said, his hand moving to the back of her head. He guided her closer and jammed his thick cock past her puffy lips and into her mouth. Spoiler's eyes went wide and reflexively moaned on Tommy's dick. Tommy let her take the initiative; Spoiler slowly began to adjust to Tommy's girth and began bobbing up and down on his dick. Tommy groaned and looked out into the church. Rows upon rows of pews stood empty. He imagined what them full of people, all there for worship. Now he was standing on the altar, a young superheroine bobbing on his dick. 'Yeah I'm definitely a bad guy,' He thought. He grabbed Spoiler's head and started bobbing her on his dick faster. Spoiler was taking Tommy's dick deep, the sides of her mouth stretching around his girth. Tommy wondered if she tasted Huntress's pussy on his dick. The thought nearly made him cum. Also nearly making him cum: the speed in which Spoiler was sucking his cock. She had quickly settled into a high tempo and was noisily slurping while she threw herself on his dick. She was getting off on pleasuring a supervillain. She really was just like Tommy, he thought. "You like sucking this mobster dick?" Tommy asked her. She moaned a response, sending vibrations down Tommy's shaft and into his balls. He sighed. Tommy tightened his grip on Spoiler's hair and lifted her up off the ground. He directed her towards the communion table and she clambered onto it. Tommy directed her onto her back and positioned her so her head was hanging off the side of the table. He stepped closer to her and once again placed his dick in her mouth. Spoiler was hanging upside down, her tongue sliding against the top of Tommy's dick as he began to fuck her mouth. The angle of her head made it easy for him to enter Spoiler deeply, his dick disappearing inside her mouth. As Tommy throated her he fondled her breasts through her suit. Her nipples were already erect and Tommy played with them roughly. From Spoiler's mouth came a mix of gags, moans and gasps as she took Tommy's dick again and again. Tommy glanced down at Spoiler's groin. Her suit was a dark purple but it was not quite dark enough to disguise the fact that she was sopping wet. He strained to reach one hand down to her pussy, his dick sliding deeper into her mouth as a result, and began to rub her mound. Spoiler began moaning instantaneously. Tommy stayed like that, fucking Spoiler's throat while he massaged her pussy, for a while. He loved the sensation of her wet mouth but mostly he loved the feeling of control he had over this young superheroine. He wanted to see what else he could do to her. Tommy pulled his long shaft out of Spoiler's mouth. He looked down and saw that spit had dripped down her face, covering it. He grabbed her and flipped her around, her pert ass facing him. The Spoiler was breathing hard, her hands unconsciously kneading her breasts. The dampness on her suit seemed to have spread. Tommy started rubbing her pussy again, hsi thumb probing her through her spandex. Spoiler moaned and squirmed. "Is this what you want?" He asked as he poked her pussy with his dick through her tight spandex suit. "Mmmhmm," Spoiler said. Her pitch was high and her nipples were hard through her suit. Tommy reached down and tore at her suit, creating a nice hole through which he could enter the heroine. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide, The Spoiler doing the splits in mid-air. Tommy impaled her with his cock. "Oh my God!" Spoiler yelled out, her back arching as Tommy filled her. Tommy had both hands one each of Spoiler's thighs, holding her legs open as he pumped his hips. Even with her legs so far apart she was incredibly tight and Tommy's spit-soaked cock struggled to go much deeper than halfway in. He gritted his teeth. Spoiler's moans echoed through the church as Tommy fucked her. Tommy's dick probed inside Spoiler, each time causing her to reflexively tighten herself around his dick. Tommy moved a hand from her thigh and began massaging her pussy as he fucked it. His other hand moved to her hair and he grabbed her head roughly. He lifted her head up, causing her to yelp. He leaned forward, staring at her through his haunting mask. "Cum on my dick," Tommy demanded. Spoiler opened her eyes and looked at him. They stared hard at each other, their faces close while Tommy pounded her pussy. She was breathing heavily. "C'mon, you slut, I know you want to," Tommy told her. Spoiler's face turned hard but a moan still escaped her lips. "You can't help it. No matter how much good you do you'll always be a whore that can't stop wanting to fuck." In the back of Tommy's mind he wondered who exactly he was directing his words to. Spoiler started to speak but a groan came out instead. Her eyes shut tightly and she gritted her teeth. Tommy leaned closer, his dick straining to stay in Spoiler's pussy, and he whispered into her ear. "Show me what a weak little bitch you are," He said. Spoiler came at that exact moment, her pussy flooding with wetness as she screamed through her teeth. Tommy let go of her hair and Spoiler collapsed back onto the table, her body seemingly unable to communicate with her brain. It floundered and writhed on the table. Tommy's dick never ceasing its relentless pounding as she orgasmed. As Spoiler's orgasm finally abated, Tommy grabbed Spoiler and pulled her off the table. Her legs could barely hold herself up as Tommy flipped her around and pushed her forward. She bent over the communion table. She was on her tiptoes to present herself adequately, her ass perked up into the air. The suit was tight against her ass, straining the fabric. Tommy ripped at her suit again, expanding the hole he had earlier created. He didn't taunt her this time; he simply placed his dick at the entrance of her asshole and pushed himself in. Spoiler cried out in surprise, her arms shooting to the other end of the table to hold herself in place. Tommy pushed himself in slowly, her ass gradually getting used to its intruder. Tommy began to fuck Spoiler, his dick getting buried deeper and deeper in her ass. "Is this what you want?" Tommy asked her. He spanked her once, hard, her ass rippling from the impact. "Mmmhmm," She replied softly, pushing backwards onto Tommy's dick. He filled her deeply and she moaned, low and throaty. Each time Tommy shoved himsel inside her she moaned rhythmically. She didn't seem to care about anything else in the world except for the dick inside her. Tommy could quickly feel himself getting ready to cum. The feeling around his cock, the heroine's ass bouncing on his dick, the feeling of control he had, all of it combined to drive him over the edge. Spoiler seemed to sense it and began to bounce herself up and down, driving Tommy's dick along the walls of her ass. Tommy shoved in deeply once, almost hiding his dick inside The Spoiler, and then he pulled out and started jerking his dick right as the first waves of cum shot out. "Fuck," Tommy groaned. He came on The Spoiler's ass, his cum landing from the bottom of her back to the entrance of her pussy. Some of it landed on her bare ass; some of it landed on her suit. Spoiler kept her hands on the end of the table and moaned as she felt Tommy's cum splash on her ass. Tommy grunted and furiously jerked himself off, draining himself for the 2nd time that night. Finally, Tommy stopped cumming. He breathed hard and noticed that he was sweating buckets underneath this mask. he reached into the inside pocket of Black Mask's sport coat and brought out the list of addresses for the kingpin's drug operations. He slapped it on Spoiler's ass, his cum keeping it glued to her ass. "Here are those addresses," He said to her. She lied there, panting, and didn't say a word. Tommy then reached into the pants pocket of Black Mask's outfit and pulled out a wad of money. He dropped it onto the communion table next to Spoiler. "Take this," He said to her with disdain, "And get yourself a new suit." He turned and walked towards the office, anxious to remove his Black Mask and put on his black cowl once again. As he walked towards the office, one thought passed his mind: 'Yeah, I'm definitely a bad guy.' Let's Be Batman Pt. 29 The heroes surrounded the great table in the center of the Justice League Watchtower, all of them in a deep discussion. "I don't know, something definitely seems off with him," Hal Jordan was saying. Green Arrow was nodding in agreement. Opposite him was Wonder Woman, who was sitting stone-faced. "I'd say so!" Aquaman said unhappily. His arms were crossed. "The man cucked me!" "'Cucked?'" Cyborg asked from the far end of the table. Aquaman frowned deeply. "You know, philandered! Fraternized! Pu-" "Fucked," The Flash finished. "He's saying Batman fucked his wife." Aquaman nodded fiercely in agreement. "Can you imagine? One of the great heroes of our time, a supposed beacon of light for you humans, and he... he... violates my sweet, gentle Mera! Can you imagine Batman doing that?" To the side, both Hawkgirl and Vixen blushed violently. Wonder Woman blinked slightly faster than normal. "If what you say is true..." Cyborg began." "IT IS TRUE!" Aquaman yelled, slamming his fist on the table. He quickly checked his hair to make sure it hadn't gone askew. "Well, okay, but how are we to know that Mera didn't seduce him?" Aquaman stood up from his chair? "Excuse me???" He asked. Cyborg put up his hands nonthreateningly. "I'm just saying, maybe it wasn't Batman's fault. "How dare you, sir!" Aquaman responded. "My Mera would never betray me like that! Batman must have tricked her, or given her something. She is pure & innocent." Green Arrow & Cyborg blushed violently at this. Green Lantern blinked slightly faster than normal. "How is Mera, anyway?" Vixen asked. "Are you two okay?" Aquaman sat back in his chair. "We both decided that it would be good for our relationship if we took a little break. She's been training some of our more disobedient soldiers." Aquaman couldn't help but smile proudly. "They say she's doing a great job! From what I understand, those boys are getting worked by her day & night!" The table groaned. Under his breath, Cyborg muttered, "Jesus, dude..." Aquaman looked around confusedly. "Oh, my friend," Green Arrow said, patting Aquaman on the shoulder, "You really need to get that under control." He laughed heartily. "Oh, you're one to talk," The Flash said snidely. "Especially considering how Black Canary has been spending her nights." Green Arrow's laughter slowly died out. "...What?" Flash laughed. "Oh, I guess you were too busy with Arrowette to keep up on your ex. From what I hear, she's been keeping the Batcave warm lately." Green Arrow's eyes went wide and then narrowed. "Fuck you, Wally." He began to stand up. "That's enough," Wonder Woman said quietly. The room snapped to attention. They knew that Wonder Woman didn't speak unless she had come to a decision about something. "We all know that the world is at risk, especially with Superman investigating that rumor about his home planet." The room nodded; they were all tired. "That goes double for Batman," Wonder Woman continued. Aquaman opened his mouth to speak but Wonder Woman's glare quieted him. He crossed his arms unhappily. "We all know he has been working overtime to solve the mob problem in Gotham City. We just need to give him some space." The Flash piped up quickly. "Speaking of space, I guess Batman has been filling up a lot of space in Black Ca-" The Green Arrow leapt across the table, his hands searching for The Flash's neck. The Flash was a blur, running around the table and putting the Green Arrow in a chokehold. Everyone ran to them to break up the fight. "THAT'S ENOUGH," Wonder Woman yelled, bringing the room to a standstill. They all stood, still holding on to one another, as silence filled the room. After a few seconds, an alarm began to sound. Martian Manhunter came from the next room with a report. "Giganta is currently on a rampage," He monotoned. "She is currently making her way towards Gateway City." "I'll go," Hal Jordan said. "I can get there quickly." "No," Wonder Woman responded. "Giganta is my responsibility." The other members of the Justice League noticed a small smile form on Wonder Woman's mouth, one that would be imperceptible if one wasn't used to her grim demeanor. "I'll take Batman," She declared, "And check up on him. If he's the man we've all come to know, he'll have no problem taking down Giganta." The other members of the Justice League nodded. It seemed like a good idea for all of them. Only The Flash smiled. "Speaking of Giganta, I hear that's what Black Canary called Batman's di-" "I'll kill you!!" Green Arrow shouted. The room fell into a clamor once more. *** Tommy was currently running as fast as he could, bullets whizzing past him. He was being chased by a madman, one who was quickly gaining ground on his prey. Tommy ran through Gotham's waterfront, trying as best he could to put something between him and his assassin. Tommy couldn't believe that the villain was able to keep up with him. 'Man,' He thought, 'This guy runs really fast for a guy who wears a dress.' The Tally Man was Great White Shark's favorite assassin and one who was incredibly deadly. That he also wore a ridiculous costume was beside the point. The man wore a tall blue hat and a long blue... frock, or something. To Tommy it was a dress. He had a long pointy nose and wide, white teeth. He called after Tommy as he chased him. "I'll get you, Batman!" Tally Man shouted. "Your debt is long past due and I'm here to collect!" Another gunshot whizzed past, dangerously close to Tommy's head. Tommy rounded a shop corner and pushed himself fast against the wall. He crept to the corner and stuck out his foot as Tally Man passed, tripping him. Tally Man landed with a thud and his gun went skidding about 10 feet away. Tommy ran towards Tally Man and jumped on top of him. The villain was clever, though, and flipped Tommy over him. They both came up from the ground at the same time. Tally Man swore when he realized Tommy stood between him and his gun. "Let's see how tough you are without your gun," Tommy said with a sly smiled. "I am going to execute you like the dog you are!" Tally Man hissed in response. The two men prepared to battle, likely to the death, when they suddenly turned to the side and noticed that a woman was standing next to them. A Wonder Woman. "I need you to come with me, Batman," She said. Tally Man and Tommy looked at each other. "Um, can it wait?" Tommy asked. "I'm kind of in the middle of an epic battle with this guy." "Yeah, I was actually going to have to kill him," Tally Man added. Wonder Woman sighed. "How long is that going to take?" The two man seemed to be thinking. "About 10 minutes," Tommy said. "Yeah, that sounds about right," Tally Man said. Wonder Woman tapped her foot. "I can't wait that long. You need to come with me now." "Well I can't just leave this guy free to roam the streets of Gotham," Tommy said, referencing Tally Man. Wonder Woman sighed again. She walked up to Tally Man and grabbed him by the collar. With a casual movement she threw him, sending him screaming. He flew high in the air and out over the water. Tommy heard his scream venture off into the night air as he disappeared from view. Tommy couldn't even see the splash. "Can we go now?" Wonder Woman asked. Tommy, wild-eyed, nodded his head quickly. Wonder Woman grabbed Tommy and lifted him to the top of a nearby building. She dropped him with carelessly onto the ground and he fell in a heap. As he picked himself up, he scurried to catch up to Wonder Woman. She walked swiftly towards the center of the roof. "You're not doing a very good job of pretending to be Batman," Wonder Woman called over her shoulder. "The other members of the Justice League are getting suspicious." Tommy was annoyed. "How could they know? Crime is actually down since I took over," He said proudly. "Well, there's the whole fucking Aquaman's wife thing, for starters," Wonder Woman said, stopping and glaring at Tommy. He suddenly became sheepish. "Oh," He said quietly. "In my defense, she-" "I don't care," Wonder Woman said, cutting him off. "Superman went off on his mission and Batman decided to go with him, not even telling... anyone," Wonder Woman said after a pause. "Yeah, what the fuck?" Tommy asked. This had been bothering him for a while. "Why didn't he tell anyone? Why all the secrecy?" Wonder Woman stopped near the middle of the roof and began to move her hands in the air. "I don't know," She said, "But Batman had a good reason. He always does. If he didn't want the Justice League to know what was going on, it's because he didn't trust someone in the Justice League. Watch your head." "What?" Tommy said as he walked towards Wonder Woman. "Watch wha- AHH FUCK!!" Tommy yelled out as something bonked him on the head. He collapsed to the ground, holding just above his eye. He looked up, bewildered. "Invisible plane," Wonder Woman said. She was trying to suppress a smile. "Get in." Tommy got up off the ground and fumbled for some sort of opening. Wonder Woman finally came over to his side and hoisted him up into the plane. He looked around in amazement. Wonder Woman hopped into the pilot's seat and the plane took off into the sky. *** "So where exactly is Batman?" Tommy asked. Wonder Woman gave him a long look. "You wouldn't understand," She finally said. "Just tell me," Tommy said, annoyed. He didn't like being treated like a child. Wonder Woman glanced sideways at him as they jetted through the air. "Fine," She said. "Do you know what the multiverse is?" Tommy tried to think. "...No," He said. "Well, the multiverse is..." Wonder Woman explained the multiverse. It was long and complex and really weird. "Understand?" She asked when she was done. Tommy tried to think. "...No," He said. "Yeah, I didn't think so," Wonder Woman replied. "Basically, Superman & Batman became convinced that someone was trying to tear open our universe to establish themselves as the ruler of all the different universes in existence. Superman was going to go into the different universes to see if he could find out who was tearing our universe from the other side. Batman, apparently, went with him but didn't tell anyone in the Justice League. He must have suspected someone in the Justice League is involved but Batman didn't want to tip them off to what he knew." Tommy nodded. "Oh okay," Tommy said, feigning comprehension. He waited for Wonder Woman to follow up but she flew silently. He tried to think of conversation. "So, about the last time we ran into each other..." He began. Wonder Woman snapped her head at him. "We are not discussing that," She said. "Oh," Tommy said meekly. "I just wanted to apologize and-" "Apology not accepted," Wonder Woman said quickly. She refused to look at Tommy. "When we are done with our job today you are never to speak to me again. Don't even look at me. Ever." She glanced at Tommy to let him know she was serious; he quickly looked away from her breasts and nodded. "After our job today... hey, where ARE we going?" Tommy asked. "You never told me what's going on." "We're going there," Wonder Woman replied, directing down through the cockpit to the ground below. "What the fuck...?" Tommy muttered. There, rampaging through a neighborhood, was the largest woman Tommy had ever seen. The woman was at least 30 feet tall and seemed to be getting larger. She had fiery red hair and a thick build, her shoulder broad across her chest. She was well-built everywhere, actually; Tommy noted with childish amusement that these were definitely the largest breasts he had ever seen. She wore a leopard-print two-piece outfit. Her top stretched at her breasts, with one strap slung over her right shoulder. Her skirt was short, barely halfway down her thighs, and Tommy wondered what kind of view the people below were getting. After all, she was dressed like a jungle woman and Tommy didn't think jungle women wore underwear... Wonder Woman landed her invisible plane a safe distance away from the giantess. Tommy tried to exit the plane and bumped his head once again; he swore. Wonder Woman jumped effortlessly to the ground and waited for Tommy to make his way out of the plane. He missed a foothold somewhere and fell, landing with a thud on the ground below. As he picked himself up, Wonder Woman began directing him. "Stop Giganta," Wonder Woman told him, motioning towards the woman who was currently tearing a bus in half. "What? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?" Tommy asked. "Use your brain," Wonder Woman said. She was suppressing a smile again. Tommy looked at her like she was crazy. "Look, no offense but you're like the strongest person alive and I'm a dude dressed like a bat. Shouldn't you take care of this?" Wonder Woman resumed her usual seriousness. "The Justice League needs to believe that you are Batman," She said icily. "Batman could stop Giganta in his sleep." Tommy looked at Giganta. She seemed to have gotten taller, or at least looked taller from the ground. "Fuck me," He muttered to himself. He began to walk towards Giganta. "Hey, you!" He called out, waving his arms. He wasn't quite sure he knew what he was doing. "You should, uh, stop," Tommy said. He hadn't meant to have his voice sound quite so high. Giganta looked at him, casually dropping a palm tree from her hands. It fell onto a house. She leaned forward to peer at Tommy. "Why should I?" She said with a laugh. "Who's going to stop me? You?" She laughed again, this time heartily. Tommy could feel the ground shaking. "Um..." Tommy glanced up at Giganta. 'Definitely no underwear,' He thought. He looked behind him to get support from Wonder Woman. She was nowhere to be found. " Yeah, me. Stop now or I'll zap you with my... shrinking ray," Tommy shouted to her. Giganta laughed again and tried to stomp Tommy with her foot. He jumped to the side, just missing her attack. A giant footprint was left in the asphalt. Tommy scrambled up again and tried to think of a plan. As he thought, another voice sounded through the air. "Hey, Giganta!" The voice called out. It was Wonder Woman, hovering in the air behind Giganta. As Giganta turned to face her nemesis Wonder Woman produced a small pouch. She threw the contents of the pouch in Giganta's face. It appeared to be a purple powder. Slowly, it dawned on Tommy what it was and he felt the back of his utility belt to find Poison Ivy's love potion. It was gone. "Oh shit," He said quietly. Wonder Woman flew down to Tommy's position as Giganta began to cough violently. She also began to shrink, each cough bringing her smaller and smaller. She collapsed to her knees in a violent fit as she shrunk to what was apparently her normal size. She was still at least 7 feet tall and could still probably snap Tommy like a twig. As Tommy watched in horror, he felt Wonder Woman's lips close to his ear. Even as he knew what was happening, feeling her so close to him made his dick rise. "Now we're even," Wonder Woman whispered into his ear. She shoved him, sending him flying into Giganta. Tommy turned to her but she was gone once more, flying into the sky. Tommy turned back around as Giganta's coughing subsided and she began to speak. "What are you... what was..." She said, blinking hard. She got back to her feet and looked around, as if in a daze. Her eyes glanced at Tommy and then suddenly looked down. He looked down as well and saw that his erection was forming a tent in his suit. Both of their eyes went wide, Giganta's in lust and Tommy's in fear. "Oh shi-" Tommy began to say again when suddenly Giganta was on top of him, dropping him onto his back. She reached into his suit and pulled out his dick, tugging on it violently. Tommy groaned in pain and pleasure at once, hoping that this fierce woman didn't pull his dick clean off. She tugged it quickly, her breaths raspy and audible. When she seemed satisfied with the size of Tommy's dick, she straddled him and quickly stuck his dick inside herself. She dropped her full weight on Tommy, burying his dick inside her. Tommy thought he might cry. The giantess pogoed on Tommy's dick, each time taking his full dick inside her and smashing Tommy's pelvis. He squeaked each time she did so, barely able to handle her weight. Giganta groaned loudly as Tommy's dick filled her up as best it could. "God I needed this!" Giganta cried out, leaning backwards and pumping her hips on Tommy's dick. Tommy couldn't help but enjoy it, despite his terror; he placed his hands on Giganta's hips to steady her as she rubbed his dick against her G-Spot. As she fucked him, Giganta took one hand and began to massage her pussy. Her groans were loud in the air. Tommy was surprised to see that her nails were manicured and painted with bright red polish. Even giants need to take a spa day, he guessed. Tommy tried to fuck Giganta as best he could, hoping that making her cum might cause her to get off him and relieve the pain in his hips. It was no use, though; Giganta's weight was pinning him down to the ground. "Nnnngggghhh!" Giganta screamed, her hand still working herself as she pumped herself on Tommy's dick. She brought her other hand up and began to massage her tits, tearing off her top to do so. She had great breasts that were large even for her frame; they were large enough that Giganta could bring it up and lick them. Tommy shuddered when she did so and realized that he was actually enjoying this a little bit. "Make me cum!" Giganta yelled out. She looked at Tommy fiercely, expecting him to immediately meet her demands. "I'm trying," He replied back. There wasn't much he could do; she had him buried in the ground and he couldn't move. "MAKE ME CUM!" Giganta roared at him. She slapped him hard across the face. Her anger seemed to be making her even larger. "Okay, okay, Jesus!" Tommy yelled back. He inserted two fingers above his dick (there was space now), and he held his fingers inside to fill her up. Giganta groaned ferociously and began to once again hop on Tommy's dick, slowly crushing him under her growing frame. He gritted his teeth to keep from sobbing. "AAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Giganta screamed, the orgasm finally hitting her. Tommy was relieved as well; Giganta wasn't quite dropping onto his dick anymore as her orgasm hit and he found some much needed relief for his poor hips. Giganta, meanwhile, was still growing. As her orgasm raged, she grew taller and taller, straddling Tommy as she did so. She eventualy grew so tall that she outgrew the length of his dick, her pussy ascending high into the air. Tommy, for the first time, felt small. As Giganta grew her orgasm seemed to intensify, her voice booming as each wave hit her. Tommy wasn't sure how tall she was now; she looked enormous, whatever her exact height. He scrambled to his feet to avoid a drop of cum from Giganta's pussy that had dripped out, the splash almost hitting him. Tucking his dick back into his pants, Tommy started to retreat. He turned his back to Giganta and took a few steps before he heard a fateful bellow. "MORE!" Giganta yelled out. Tommy slowly turned around and looked up at Giganta, now towering high above him. "You're too big for me now, how the fuck am I supposed to get you off?" He asked. He genuinely wanted to know. "MORE!!" Giganta said. Her face was a mix of anger and lust, her hair wild and her outfit now completely useless. She reached down and grabbed Tommy, holding him by his feet. He thought she was going to kill him. Only gradually, as Giganta fell onto her back, did he realize she was planning something much, much worse. Giganta, lying on her back, started to bring Tommy towards her pussy. Tommy let out a high-pitched scream. Only as Giganta began to insert him into her pussy did Tommy manage to get a hand free to insert his rebreather that allowed him to breathe underwater. He hoped to God it would work. Let's Be Batman Pt. 29 Giganta inserted Tommy inside her, holding onto his feet. 'I'm a dildo,' was all Tommy could think. Tommy was surrounded by blackness. His night vision kicked in and Tommy was horrified by what he saw. He tried to turn off his night vision but couldn't his arms were pinned to his sides by the walls of Giganta's vagina. He felt himself being pushed and pulled as he was thrust in and out of Giganta's vagina. From beyond his comprehension he could hear a faint moan. Tommy wasn't sure how long he was in there; it could have been a few minutes, it could have been years. Tommy was helpless as Giganta used him to fuck herself. He wasn't sure but he thought he might be crying. Tommy could do nothing but hope Giganta would orgasm and pass out, like others had done when under the influence of Ivy's poison. Finally, after what seemed like eons, Tommy began to feel Giganta shudder. He was relieved at first until, suddenly, it hit him; what was going to happen to him when Giganta came? 'Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Tommy thought to himself over and over again. Tommy felt the orgasm cumming. Giganta's pussy contracted around him, completely enveloping his body. Tommy thought he might be crushed. Eventually it loosened its grip on him, flooding him with new juices that flushed by him. Then it contracted again. Tommy struggled to keep his rebreather in his mouth as Giganta cummed with him inside her. Mercifully, Giganta's orgasm ended. Tommy thought he heard a thud and felt the hand fall away from his legs. He breathed a sigh of relief into his rebreather and tried to figure out how to get out. 'Wait, how do I get out?' Tommy thought. If Giganta was truly passed out, she could remove him. His arms were pinned to his sides. He couldn't even wiggle. Tommy began to panic. As Tommy began to squirm, he felt a hand grab his legs once again. This hand was smaller, though; nevertheless, it was strong enough to pull him out of Giganta. He came out of her with a pop and fell onto the ground, covered in slime. He looked up at his rescuer. "Well, I guess we're even," Wonder Woman said. She shuffled her feet. "I truly am sorry. I never thought she would do... that. I hope you can for-" "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!" Tommy screamed. It was loud and hoarse and from his chest, with no regard to holding anything back. It was the scream of someone who had been forced to do something truly horrible. He screamed and screamed and then it cut off. Tommy had passed out. *** "Hey, are you okay? Wake up." Tommy heard a voice and gradually blinked his eyes open. His eyes were fuzzy but gradually came into view. He could make out a woman with red hair and- 'Oh god, Giganta!' Tommy thought. Out loud, he yelled, "No please, not again!" He scrambled in whatever he was lying in (a bed, he'd noticed later), trying to get away from the woman. "Tommy, snap out of it!" The woman said severely. "It's me! It's Barbara!" Tommy stopped scrambling and peered at the woman through his daze. "...Barbara?" It was, indeed, Barbara Gordon. Tommy was able to look at her now and saw that she was almost exactly as he remembered her; she was cute, with a little button nose and soft orange hair. The only thing different about her was the wheelchair. "What... where am I?" Tommy asked. "You're at my hideout," Barbara replied. "Wonder Woman brought me here after... what happened to you." Barbara was smiling despite herself. "I guess you had a rough ride?" Tommy slumped back in the bed. "I wish I had died," He said, covering his eyes with his hand. He quickly removed it, as being in the dark only reminded him of being in Giganta's- "I think I'm going to be sick," He said. Barbara laughed. "Calm down," She said. "You're fine. I cleaned you up and made some adjustments to your suit." Tommy looked at her, suddenly aware of all the history that had gone unmentioned between the two. "Thank you," He said softly. "Listen, Barbara, I-" "Don't," She said. She looked at him softly. "What happened between us was an accident. I shouldn't have put you in that position in the first place. Or let you put me in that position, I guess." She chuckled. "Yeah, but-" "Seriously, don't," She told him, more sternly this time. "I'm fine. I've been using my time getting Black Canary & Huntress up and running. As have you, from what I understand." "Fuck," Tommy said. He remembered his predicament between the two of them. "I'm so screwed." "Yeah, tell me about it," Barbara said. "You really are an idiot, you know that?" "Yeah I know," Tommy replied. "You're not going to tell Dinah, are you? Because I actually do like her." Barbara smiled. "No, I'm not," She said. "It's my fault for telling them about your..." She motioned to his dick. "...Anyway, your secret's safe with me. You shouldn't cheat on Dinah, though; she's a good person." Tommy looked around. His suit was lying at the foot of the bed. He got up and began to put it on. "Listen, thank you," Tommy told Barbara, "I really do appreciate it. I have one more favor to ask, if it's not too much trouble." "Depends," Barbara said, "On if it involves stairs." Tommy looked horrified. "No. God no. I was hoping if you could reach out to a superheroine, see if you could help her out a little bit. She's going by The Spoiler but I don't know if she's active. She had a rough run-in with Black Mask a few nights ago." Barbara nodded. "Can do. What does she need help with?" "Just some training, same thing you did with me," Tommy replied. He began to walk towards the door. He stopped and turned. "Oh, and she could probably use a new suit." Let's Be Batman Pt. 30 Tommy lied in a bed at Wayne Manor, watching Black Canary get dressed. He loved watching her get dressed. First she'd slide on her fishnet stockings, one long leg at a time, pulling them up to her waist. He loved the way they'd stretch over her ass, each nylon square turning into a circle as they stretched against her skin. Then her bustier would come next, the tight leather crackling as it hugged her luxurious frame. She'd usually turn around and ask Tommy to zip up her back, her dark eyes looking at him through her fallen hair. Canary's small leather jacket would come next. Tommy wasn't quite sure why she wore it, seeing as it barely covered anything, but he wasn't going to complain with the way it highlighted her ass. The gloves came on, Canary pushing down between her fingers one at a time. Finally, she affixed her blonde wig on to her head and tied it down. "How do I look?" She asked, turning and facing Tommy. "Beautiful," He replied. She smiled and came over to kiss him; he tried to pull her into bed. "C'mon, I need to go," She said, laughing. "I'm running down that lead on Hellhound, remember?" "Okay, okay," Tommy replied. He released her and she bounded towards the door. As she reached the door frame she turned and looked at him. "See you tomorrow morning at the Clocktower?" Canary asked seductively. "Yep," Tommy said. "Good," She replied. "Don't be late. I have a surprise for you." Tommy's eyebrows arched. "Oh yeah? What is it?" Canary smiled at him and exited through the door. *** 'I am not going to fuck anyone tonight.' Tommy repeated that through his head over and over again. He liked Black Canary, he liked her a lot, and he wanted to treat their relationship like a real one. No more fuck sessions, no more "punishing" evildoers, Tommy was going to walk the straight & narrow. He was doing that now, literally; Tommy was walking up the cable connecting two supports on a bridge. The spot was a known hangout for assassins in town on a job and Tommy was curious to see if there was anyone there right now. He walked cautiously, trying not to notice how high he was, before he finally reached the top of the long bridge support. He quickly fell onto solid ground and searched for the opening, normally there to provide a respite for workers. He discovered the nook and stepped inside. Tommy peered the area, searching for signs of habitation. He discovered a few; a warm bedroll, a upturned bottle of some liquid, a few scattered energy bar wrappers. Tommy examined the bottle, seeing what exactly it contained. He scanned the name on the bottle and sent it to the Batcomputer. It came back buzzing with the name of a poison, found naturally in frogs in South America. 'Hmm...' Tommy thought. 'Assassins, South America... oh shit...' "Ooh, Batman," Tommy heard a voice say behind him. He turned and there, in the doorway, was Copperhead. She looked much the same, her incarceration and subsequent breakout doing nothing to hurt her body. She was still long and stacked, still clad in a thin brown vest and tight leather pants. She smiled and leaned against the door frame. "I remember you saying something the last time we met," She continued. "Something about not being so nice to me the next time we met. I hope you meant that." Tommy gulped. "Look, normally I'd love to show you a thing or two but I can't right now." Copperhead mocked a pout. "Aww," She said mockingly, "Are you afraid of me, pendejo? Here, I'll even let you tie me up." She undid the buttons on her vest, freeing her taut breasts, and wrapped her arms behind her back around the vest. "See?" Tommy sighed. "I'm sorry," He said sincerely (he really was sorry), "But I really can't." Tommy forlornly pulled out an electric batarang. Copperhead's eyes went wide as Tommy flicked it at her; it hit her in the stomach and shocked her, sending her convulsing to the floor. Tommy walked over and put her vest back on her, touching her tits only once. He hogtied her and radioed in a call to the police. *** 'Good for me,' Tommy said as he flew from the top of the bridge back into Downtown Gotham. He was proud of himself; he had faced a villain that wanted to fuck him and had held chaste. No matter how dirty the sex between him and Copperhead, Tommy thought, it would not have been worth hurting Dinah. 'Even if Copperhead had wanted me to tie her up and facefuck her and fuck her in the ass again,' Tommy thought. 'Even if she probably would have let me use her body in whatever way I wanted... even if she was a gymnast and would have contorted her body in ways I never thought possible... even if-' Tommy's train of thought was cut short by the sudden realization that he was gliding too low. He wasn't going to quite make it back to Gotham; he was going directly into a sewer drain. Tommy dropped his cape in panic, sending him careening into the sewer. He landed with a splash in the sewer water. Scrambling to his feet, he swore and looked for a way out. He could see a dimmer of light up ahead and began to walk towards it. As Tommy reached an intersection in the pipes, he suddenly heard a faint noise off to his right. It sounded like... laughing, he thought. Tommy peered into the dark tunnel as his night vision clicked on. He suddenly became aware that there was someone standing maybe 15 feet away from him. It looked like... "The Joker?!" Tommy shouted in surprise, grabbing for a batarang. The laughter became louder and Tommy realized it was a woman's laugh. He tensed up again before recognizing that it wasn't Harley's; she didn't dress like the Joker, anyways. No, this was someone different. As the figure walked closer and into the light, Tommy was finally able to get a look at her. She was tall and thin, dangerously thin, and was wearing barely nothing to cover her pale white skin. She wore a flimsy skirt and a tiny top with little else. She had flame red hair that stuck up high into the air. Tommy crinkled his nose. "Why hello there, Batman!" The girl yelled out. She came closer to him. Tommy tried to make out what was on her face; it looked like some sort of mask. "Allow me to introduce myself," The girl continued, "I'm Duela Dent! But you can call me The Joker's Daughter!" The girl bowed. "Uh... hi?" Tommy replied uncertainly. He guessed that this transient had some sort of mental disorder or something like that. Whatever it was, he wanted no part of her. "Now let's commence with the pleasantries and fuck!" The Joker's Daughter said suddenly. "...Excuse me?" Tommy asked. "C'mon, don't you want to fuck me? I'm The Joker's Daughter!" She yelled again. She turned and bent over, showing Tommy that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He shielded his eyes. "We just met a few seconds ago, why would we suddenly start having sex?" Tommy asked. The Joker's Daughter turned and looked at him quizzically. "Why, have you never done that before?" Tommy thought; he had actually been doing that a lot lately. "...Still, I'm not even a little bit interested," Tommy said, repulsed. He looked to the exit to the sewer. "But I'm so wacky, don't you love it!" The Joker's Daughter continued. "And I'm wearing your favorite face!" "My favorite face...?" Tommy muttered. He looked closer at the girl and realized that what he thought was a mask was... "Oh my God, are you wearing someone else's face?!" Tommy cried out. The girl nodded. "Jesus fuck, get away from me!" Tommy yelled out as he ran towards the ladder that would get him out of the sewer. He heard the footsteps of The Joker's Daughter behind him and ran faster. He jumped and caught the ladder about halfway up, scrambling. He managed to uproot the sewer with his shoulder and was halfway out when he felt the girl tugging on his leg. "Let me go!" He shouted. "I'll let you cum on my face!" The girl shouted back. "Well, not my face but-" "Gah!" Tommy screamed in disgust. He kicked something that freed his other leg and hurriedly lifted it up and out of the sewer. He turned back around and moved the manhole back into place. Breathing heavily, he lied on the sidewalk to catch his breath. His eyes were closed, trying to process whatever the hell had just happened. Suddenly, Tommy heard a meek voice call to him. "Excuse me, Mr... Batman?" Tommy opened his eyes and looked for the source. He was surprised to see it came from a young woman who probably had no business being here in this part of town late at night. She wore her brown hair back in a ponytail and glasses perched on her nose. A frumpy "Fawcett City University" sweat shirt and baggy jeans covered her body. She was kind of cute, Tommy thought, in that sort of church-y type of way. Tommy lifted himself off the ground and looked the girl over. "What can I help you with, miss?" Tommy asked in his most serious voice. "Um..." The girl said nervously. "I kind of have a problem that I think only you can help me with." Tommy looked at her suspiciously. "What's that?" He asked. He prayed she didn't say "fucking." "Someone is following me," She said. "Or some... thing. I don't really know what it is." Tommy looked around. "Who? Is it some pervert? Has he threatened you?" The girl's cheeks reddened. "Oh dear, no! Nothing lewd. Just strange things keep happening to me. This morning in my Chem 101 class, something caused my teacher's pants to disappear in the middle of class! And later, the entire football team was transported into my dorm room! Finally, the thing transported me here in the blink of an eye! Oh Batman, I don't know what to do!" The girl bit her nails nervously. Tommy legitimately felt sorry for her. He didn't understand why some nefarious person would come after a random person like this. "How can I help?" Tommy asked. He was ready to do anything to help the poor girl. "I'm... I'm not sure," The girl said. "I came to you because my brother Billy told me that you were the smartest superhero in the world. If anyone can help me it has to be you!" Tommy tried to act modest. "Well I am pretty great, so... do you have any idea who this being is?" The girl shook her head. "No, he never told me his name. He did speak to me once, though. He told me he'd continue to pester me until my face turns white. Do you know what that means?" "Face turns white..." Tommy thought and thought. "Like until you get really scared?" The girl's eyes widened in delight. "Oh, maybe that's it! Maybe you just need to scare me! Oh Batman, you are the greatest!" The girl hopped up and down excitedly. Tommy just barely detected her breasts bouncing under her sweatshirt. He pushed the thought out of his mind. "Okay, let's try to go somewhere private and we'll try to fix this," Tommy said. "Whereto, whereto..." Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, Tommy realized that both he and the young woman had been transported to the Batcave. He looked around, baffled, trying to gain his bearings. "See, he did it again!" The girl cried out. "It's him!" "Who's there?" Tommy yelled out into the cave. "You better come forward. I'm Batman, I'll find you anyway!" "No you won't," an impish voice called out. "Mr. Mxyzptlk can't be found until his conditions have been met." Tommy turned to Mary. "I need to fight Mr. M..." He called out. "I'm sorry, what was your name again?" "Mr. Mxyzptlk!" The voice called out again. Tommy turned back to Mary. "I need to fight Mr. Mxyzp... this thing," He said. "You need to get to safety." The girl shook her head. "I can help!" Tommy looked at her cockeyed. "No offense, miss, but you better leave this to the superhero." "Oh, I forgot to tell you!" The girl said loudly. Tommy shushed her. "I'm Mary Marvel." Tommy was going to shush her again when the name Mary Marvel suddenly clicked in his head. He looked in astonishment at the girl. "You're Mary Marvel?" He asked in disbelief. He had seen Mary Marvel in Batman's files. "But Mary Marvel is... and you're..." The girl wasn't listening. "SHAZAM!" She yelled out. A great bolt of lightning hit her and Tommy was blinded. As his eyes gradually came back to him, he was able to see Mary Marvel through the smoke. "Oh no," He muttered to himself. His dick started to rise. The previously prim, demure young woman had transformed into a bombshell. Her brown hair was down around her shoulder in long curls and her glasses were removed. She had bright green eyes, and for the first time, Tommy noticed her full, pouty lips. Instead of her frumpy attire Mary wore a form-fitting red frock, held tight to her with a belt. The frock was incredibly short and it seemed to sway dangerously high as Mary moved. She had a golden lightning bolt between her ample breasts that was heavier than the rest of the material; it depressed the area, making her breasts stand out even more. A thin white cape hung from her back, it just as short as her frock. "We must fight this creature, Batman!" Mary called out. She looked over at Tommy. "...Batman?" Tommy blinked quickly and tried to regain his composure. "Uh, right. Should I, uh, try to scare you now?" The voice interrupted. "Why are you going to scare her? I said to turn her face white!" "Isn't that what you meant?" Mary responded. "Turning someone's face white means scaring them." "No no no!" The voice said angrily. "I didn't mean scare at all. This is what I meant!" There seemed to be a flash and Tommy's eyes were blinded for a moment. When the flash was gone he could see clearly but Mary Marvel was gone. He looked around but couldn't find her anywhere. Then, from below him, he heard her speak. "Oh, Batman!" Tommy glanced down and saw Mary Marvel on her knees in front of him. Also in front of him: his exposed cock, now fully erect and standing high at attention. Mary was staring at it with a mix of horror and fascination, her mouth dangerously close to it. Tommy's suit pants were down at his ankles. "Well, I guess we know how to turn your face white," Tommy said. Mary licked her lips and blushed severely. "But I can't... can I?" She asked softly. She looked up at Tommy with her bright green eyes, asking him for guidance. He looked down at her and sighed. 'Sorry, Dinah,' He thought to himself. He reached out with his hand and placed it on the back of Mary Marvel's head. She let him bring her head close to his dick and opened her mouth. The head of Tommy's dick touched her lips and Mary opened her eyes wide as she realized just how big it was. She stretched her mouth open, her tongue sticking out slightly, as Tommy's dick slowly disappeared inside her mouth. "Mmmmphhmmm!" Mary moaned onto Tommy's dick. It was large in the 18 year-old's mouth and she breathed harshly on it. She began to bob on it tentatively while she began to stroke it with a hand. Each thrust with her mouth was shallow, only barely going past the base of Tommy's head. Her eyes were wide and she looked up at Tommy as she sucked his dick. He found himself having to look away from her or else he might cum. "Is that good?" Mary asked him, pulling his dick out of her mouth while still tugging on it. She was asking him earnestly; she really wanted to make him happy. "Maybe put a little spit on my dick while you jerk it," Tommy told her. He could feel his cock chafing as she tugged it roughly. "Oh... um, okay," Mary said. She spat tepidly at Tommy's cock, dabbling it with spittle. "Like that?" "No, spit on it," Tommy told her. Mary looked unsure of herself. She cautiously leaned forward and spat a thick rope onto Tommy's dick. It quickly found her hand and she jerked over the rest of his cock. "There you go," Tommy said, stifling a groan as she started jerking him quickly. Mary smiled at him as her head started bobbing on his cock once again. Her eyes were still wide, still staring up as she sucked his cock. Tommy couldn't suppress this groan. Tommy's hand found the back of Mary Marvel's head and he began to push her down deeper onto his dick. She gagged slightly but was able to keep her composure and take Tommy deeper in her mouth. Her eyes somehow got even wider as she took half his cock in her mouth; Tommy moaned as he felt her reflexively spasm around the head of his dick. She pulled back and off his dick, breathing heavily. She stared in amazement at Tommy's dick. "It's so big..." She muttered. She threw herself back on his dick, trying to beat her previous best. She did, taking slightly more into her mouth this time. The teen superheroine pulled back once again, a trail of spit connecting her mouth to Tommy's dick. She jerked him with supernatural speed, causing Tommy to arch his hips and sigh. "My pussy is so wet," Mary whispered, seemingly to herself. She suddenly realized that she had spoken audibly and put her hands to her mouth, one of them shiny with her spit. "I'm sorry," She said, blushing. "I don't know what came over me an-" "It's okay," Tommy said. He was smiling. "Do you want me to fuck you?" Mary turned a darker shade of red. "Yes," She said meekly. "Yes what?" Tommy asked her. He was enjoying this far too much." "Yes, I want you to fuck me," She said. Her hands had dropped and they instinctively went to her thighs. Her short dress rode up invitingly. Tommy sighed. 'I'm really sorry, Dinah,' He thought. He gently moved Mary Marvel onto her back and climbed between her legs. Tommy ran his hand up her thigh, slowly lifting her dress up. He saw that she wasn't wearing underwear but wasn't sure if that was because of the thing that had been messing with her or Mary Marvel herself. Tommy noted a small tuft of hair around Mary's lips. She was incredibly wet and open, ready to receive him. Tommy leaned forward, his left elbow resting just underneath Mary Marvel's armpits. He reached back with his right hand and grabbed his engorged dick, directing it towards Mary's pussy. He pushed it gently with his dick, eliciting a soft moan from Mary. Tommy smiled and then pushed in, his dick popping inside Mary's tight pussy. She cried out softly and grabbed Tommy's arm, her eyes shut tight. Tommy waited a moment, allowing her to get used to his girth, and then began to slowly push in. "Great Solomon," Mary whispered, her whole body tense. Tommy put both arms underneath her shoulders, his arms wrapping around them, and began to rock himself in and out of her gently. She was incredibly tight. "Does that feel good?" He asked her. Mary's eyes never opened as she replied. Neither did her mouth. "Mmmhmm," was all she could get out. Tommy picked up his pace a little bit, pushing himself against Mary so he could feel her breasts against his chest. She moaned softly and lifted her legs into the air, giving Tommy better access inside her. Tommy responded by fucking her deeper, each time holding himself there for a second. Each time, Mary moaned. "Fuck me, Batman," Mary whispered into Tommy's ear. He picked his head up and looked at her; Mary's face had softened, though her eyes were still closed, and her mouth was hanging open slightly. Tommy began to thrust faster, driving himself into Mary. She moaned heavily. "God that feels soooo good," Mary groaned. She had wrapped her arms around Tommy, holding him close, and Tommy hugged her back in turn. He was fucking her deeply, his cock almost but not quite bottoming out inside the heroine. She was holding him tightly, almost too tightly with her superstrength, but Tommy was just able to stay breathing while he fucked her. "I want you to cum," Tommy told Mary. She looked at him with surprise. Tommy grabbed one of her hands and guided it underneath him, to her Mary's clit. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as she began to fondle herself. "I bet you've masturbated to this before," Tommy whispered to her. "Have you dreamed about my Batcock when you're all alone in your dorm?" Mary quickly nodded her head as she breathed more and more heavily. Let's Be Batman Pt. 30 "Cum on my Batcock," Tommy demanded. Mary crinkled her nose and moaned heavily, her whole body (and Tommy with it) rising into the air. She collapsed down into the ground as she came. Tommy, having learned his lesson many times before, quickly pulled out before the convulsions in Miss Marvel's pussy crushed his dick. He rubbed the head of his dick against the folds of her pussy as she went wild with pleasure, moaning rhythmically over and over. Her hand never left her pussy. "Oh... oh... oh my," Mary sighed as her orgasm washed over her. Her hand was still at her pussy but it worked lazily now, softly rubbing her flared clit. Tommy, meanwhile, was jerking himself. He felt incredibly close to cumming, especially during Mary Marvel's little display as she orgasmed, and he furiously worked his cock. As he felt himself nearing orgasm, he moved up Mary Marvel. He quickly pulled his pants up as best he could so that he could straddle her stomach, the head of his dick beet red and eager for release. Mary opened her eyes and saw Tommy's dick over her. "I've never had anyone cum on my face before," She said to Tommy. Her hands had moved from her clit to her breasts and she pushed them together, making the lightning bolt disappear. "Do you want my cum on your face?" Tommy asked her. He was so close. Mary nodded. "Please, Batman, cum on pretty little teen face. I'm only 18, did you know that? Shoot your cum on my 18 year-old fa-" That was enough for Tommy. He groaned and leaned forward, one hand on the ground while the other aimed his cock. His dick was close to Mary Marvel's face and his cum shot out, stinging her face at close range. She squealed and shut her eyes tight. Stream after stream shot from Tommy's cock and he shuddered with each one. He looked down beneath him and could see Mary's face was covered, his cum dripping down her forehead and into her hair. Tommy sighed and lifted himself straight back up. Finally looking at the aftermath of his orgasm, he could just make out Mary Marvel's face underneath his cum. She couldn't open her eyes and she had thick streams covering her mouth. Her face had been turned white. "Woohoohoo, that was great!" Tommy heard the voice cry out. As he looked to the right he was startled to see a tiny impish man sitting about 15 feet away. He was smiling mischeviously with a cigar resting between his teeth. "I knew if I waited long enough someone would ,ake her face white!" "What? Oh, right," Tommy said. He had forgotten why they were doing this in the first place. "Does this mean you're going to leave her alone now?" "Oh I don't think so," Mr. Mxyzptlk replied, "That was far too much fun. I wonder what else I can make her do..." Mary rested herself on her elbows and tried to speak. "That's not fair, you prom- kllltpbbt!" As she spoke the cum on her lips had fallen in her mouth, surprising her. She spat it out. "Wahahaha!" Mr. Mxyzptlk laughed uproariously. "She tried to speak and the cum- ahahahaha! Do it again, do it again!" "Do what again?" Mary asked. She was wiping her face with her cape. "Make that noise again," Mr. Mxyzptlk demanded. "You know, when you spat out that cum. It sounded kind of like this: Kltpzyxm!" Mr. Mxyzptlk said, imitating Mary. Suddenly, the smile erased from his face. He seemed to have realized something was wrong. "Ah, shi-" He said and then suddenly he disappeared. Tommy and Mary looked around but could see nothing. They looked at each other, both of them confused. *** Tommy raced up the steps of the Clocktower. "I'm sorry I'm late!" He yelled ahead of him as he bounded up the last steps into Black Canary's hideout. Breathing heavily and throwing off his cowl, he looked for Dinah. "You almost missed your surprise," He heard Dinah say softly. Tommy looked for her and saw her standing in shadow underneath in the corner, next to the giant clock. "...Dinah?" Tommy said questioningly. He could tell it was her but she seemed different, like she was affecting her voice in some way. "I don't know if you should get your surprise now," She told him, still shrouded in shadow. "Please?" Tommy begged. "Close your eyes," Dinah ordered. Tommy obeyed, closing them tightly. He wondered what exactly was going on. "Okay, you can open them," He heard her say. Tommy opened them and then stared, his jaw opening slightly. Before him stood Liberty Belle. Tommy had mentioned Liberty Belle to Black Canary on the first night they had met. She had asked him who the first hero he remembered was and he came up with Liberty Belle. It had been hung up in his dad's shop, before he had left, and Tommy had stared at it for hours while he waited for his dad to finish whatever he was doing. Tommy hadn't told anyone but Liberty Belle was the first heroine he had ever jerked it to. "Holy shit," Tommy muttered. Dinah smiled. "Do you like it?" She asked. She turned around, giving Tommy a glimpse of her perfect ass with gold spandex pants stretching tightly over it. He reached his hand out and grabbed it, causing Dinah to yelp. "I love it," Tommy said. He suddenly got very sad and Dinah looked concerned. "What's wrong?" She asked. "It's just..." Tommy replied. "I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you." "Aww, babe," Dinah said sweetly. She hugged him and then looked up at him. "Of course you do." 'No,' Tommy thought, 'I really don't.' *** Meanwhile, in the 5th dimension... "What's the big idea, Mxyzptlk?" Bat-Mite asked. He was annoyed. "What's the matter with you?" Mr. Mxyzptlk retorted, annoyed himself at being accosted so. "Why are you messing with Batman?" Bat-Mite asked gruffly. "Everyone knows he's my hero." Mr. Mxyzptlk balked. "I wasn't messing with Batman," He said stiffly. "I was messing with Mary Marvel. And man, did I pull a great prank! Did you see what happened?" Mr. Mxyzptlk rubbed his hands with glee. "Of course I saw," Bat-Mite answered. "I was messing with Batman! Oh man, you should see this new guy. He's amazing." Bat-Mite looked up, stars in his eyes. "He'll fuck anything that moves. All I have to do is give him a little push in the right direction." Mr. Mxyzptlk looked embarrassed. With Superman traversing dimensions, he was without a foil. It made him sad. "Okay, Bat-Mite, whaddaya say we team up? I wouldn't mind getting a piece of this action. Bat-Mite eyed Mr. Mxyzptlk suspiciously. "Maybe," He said finally. "But you have to let me take the lead. Batman's mine, after all." "Deal," Mr. Mxyzptlk said, extending his hand. The two imps shook hands, happy to be working together to make Batman's life just a little more interesting. Let's Be Batman Pt. 31 Tommy & Black Canary stood over The Calculator, menacing him. The effect would be terrifying on most others but The Calculator seemed unconcerned, even with the blood dripping from his eyebrow. "Tell us who you're meeting!" Tommy said in his scariest voice. They had discovered earlier that week that the person who had been supplying Black Mask with money & men would be meeting with The Calculator. Tommy & Black Canary wanted to be know who that someone was. But The Calculator was an enigma. He had been almost impossible to find. It was said that The Calculator found you rather than the other way around. But Barbara Gordon had found a small trail online and had followed it slowly but surely back to The Calculator. Tommy & Black Canary raced against the clock to find him and had succeeded; now they just needed to get him to talk. "I'm sure you'd be very interested to find out," He said with a grin. "Alas, my clients are confidential. It would be bad for business for me to spill my secrets." Tommy hit him again, perhaps a little too hard. He was annoyed; he hated smug fucks and this guy was the smuggiest fuck of them all. Calculator wiped his mouth of blood and smiled again. "Punch me all you'd like, Batman, see how far that gets you," The Calculator said. Tommy was considering taking him up on his suggestion. As Tommy interrogated their suspect, Black Canary moved to The Calculator's computer. It was large and cumbersome, with rows of screens and a man-sized CPU. It rivaled Batman's for sheer power and looked impenetrable. The Calculator saw Black Canary looking at his computer and laughed. "You think you can break into my computer? Go right ahead. I have lots of time." "No you don't," Black Canary said, "You have until tonight at 6PM. Then you have your meeting. Your meeting at... the corner of 112th & Belvedere." For the first time, The Calculator looked concerned. "How did you figure that out? My encryption can't be cracked!" Black Canary held up a yellow Post-it note. "You left this on your desk with 'Where my big meeting takes place' written above it." The Calculator stared. "Oh... shit," He said softly. Tommy ended his suffering with a sharp crack to the jaw, knocking him unconscious. "Well, we know when and where the meeting is but we still don't know with who," Canary said, stepping over The Calculator's unconscious body. She stood thinking, tapping her chin with her forefinger. Slowly, she seemed to form a plan. "You know," She began, "We don't know who he's meeting but it's likely that they don't know who they're meeting either." She looked Tommy up & down. "How'd you like to go to a meeting?" Tommy crinkled his brow. "Huh?" Canary sighed. "Let's go. We need to get you ready." *** Tommy stood uncomfortably on the corner of 112th & Belvedere, trying not to sweat. He held a briefcase in one hand and his other was dug into his pocket, fiddling with the small stung gun he was holding in case things went bad. From the top of the building next to him, Black Canary watched. Her voice rang in his ear. "Relax," She said. "Even from here I can see you're nervous." Tommy tried to breathe. "This was a bad idea," Tommy said. It had sounded good when Black Canary explained it to him, or at least the 3rd time she explained it to him when he actually understood it: no one knew who The Calculator was so it was simple for Tommy to take his place. They didn't know exactly what The Calculator was supposed to provide but his briefcase (tagged with a helpful Post-it note that read "Bring this to big meeting and also the code for the briefcase is 7-4-6") seemed to hold the key. All that was in there was a thumb drive that was encrypted that was, indeed, impenetrable. They kept it in the briefcase, just in case. Tommy waited at the corner and checked his watch. It was 5:59. Any second now, something should happen... At exactly 6:00PM on the dot, a limousine pulled up. The driver's door opened and a tall woman appeared. She walked around the front of the car and Tommy got a good look at her. 'Whoever this person is, they have an eye for talent,' He thought. The chauffeur was a severe looking woman who was nevertheless incredibly hot. She had tight, thin lips and arched eyebrows that perpetually looked bemused. Her auburn hair was hidden underneath a chaffeur's cap. Her outfit was tight and almost fascist, folded over her breasts and fastened with numerous buttons down one side. It fit fast against her, accentuating her breasts and hips. The suit cut off right past the woman's hips, just barely long enough to cover the treasures beneath. Nude nylons covered her legs. Tommy tried to adjust himself; a suit was a lot less capable of hiding his erections than the Batsuit. "Mr. Calculator," The woman said stiffly, opening the door to the limo. Tommy got in and sat down. The limo was long, with a back bench and two long benches running down the sides. At the end was a large television that took up the entire space. He looked around the limo and found... no one. There was nobody in the limo. The doors locked and the limo began to move. "I'm not sure what's going on," Tommy whispered into his mic. He got back nothing from static. 'Fuck,' He thought, 'Something must be interfering with the comms.' He was starting to panic. The limo drove for 10 minutes, turning here and there. Tommy couldn't see out the windows, they were tinted so dark, and he had no idea where he was. Finally the limo stopped. Tommy heard the engine cut. As he waited nervously, the door next to him suddenly opened. Instead of his mystery person, the chauffeur entered. She smiled thinly at him and scooted down a side bench, her skirt sliding up tantalizingly. She sat and crossed her long legs. And she waited. 'What the fuck...?' Tommy thought. On the outside he was trying to copy the cool attitude of The Calculator; on the inside, he was panicking. He wondered if maybe this was a set-up, if they knew who he was, if- "Mr. Calculator, thank you for coming," A voice suddenly said. It was coming from the television, which had flickered on. Before Tommy was a serious-looking bald man. He was a little older but obviously took care of himself. With only one sentence Tommy knew that this man meant business. "I'm sure you know who I am, if you didn't already know," The man said. "Yes, I know exactly who you are," Tommy replied. Tommy had no idea who he was. He looked familiar, like he had seen his face a thousand times before, but to be honest Tommy didn't really care what guys looked like. He usually got distracted by a pretty face standing behind them anyways. "I assume you have the information I asked for?" The man asked Tommy. He nodded and kicked his briefcase forward. The chauffeur grabbed it and clicked it open. She took the memory stick and moved forward in the limo; as she did so her skirt slid up and Tommy could black lace underwear. He crossed his legs. The chauffeur plugged the memory stick below the television. The man looked to his right, presumably at his computer, and waited. As the information was unscrambled and transmitted, the man's eyebrows raised. "This is.. very interesting," He said finally. He looked like he was trying very hard to hide his excitement. "Thank you, Calculator. Your money has been transferred to your account." "No need," Tommy said. He tried to think like The Calculator. "I'm sure you've weighed the options of double-crossing me and determined it's best to pay me what we agreed upon." The large face on the screen smiled. "Very good," He said. "Our business is complete. Thank you very much." Tommy breathed hard through his nose. He couldn't wait to get out of here. He was sure that if he described the man to Black Canary she could probably guess who he wa- "You know," The man said, "We could always use someone like you in my organization." Tommy tried to play it cool. "Thank you but I prefer to keep my distance. You understand, of course." The man tried to lay on the charm. "But you haven't heard my pitch yet. I can guarantee you more money than whatever you're making now. That's no object. Plus, there always the perks." "...Perks?" Tommy asked, a little too dumbly. He tried to remember who he was supposed to be. "Ms. Graves," The man said, "Please educate Mr. Calculator on the benefits of serving in my employ." Tommy peered questioningly at the chauffeur. The chauffeur, apparently named Ms. Graves, nodded firmly and said, "Yes, sir. How would you like me to educate him?" "The usual way. Thank you, Mercy," The figure replied. Mercy Graves turned her legs to face Tommy. She smiled thinly at him, the smile clearly a formality. Then she slid out of her seat and dropped to her knees. Tommy was about to ask her what she was doing when she shuffled over in front of him and put her hand on his dick. She massaged it roughly with her hand. As she did, she took off her cap with her other hand and placed it on the seat. Her brown hair was exposed; it was held to her head with clips. Tommy tried to think of something to say but all he could do was grunt. His cock quickly hardened under Mercy's touch and he struggled to breathe normally. She undid his belt and then the button on his pants. Her hand gently slid the zipper on his pants down and then tugged at his pants. They slid down and his cock sprung free, standing tall in front of Mercy's face. Mercy didn't express surprise like some other women Tommy had encountered; she didn't say, "Oh my God," or anything like that. Her eyes didn't even widen. Instead, her mouth dropped open just a half an inch. She quickly composed herself and wrapped her lips around Tommy's dick. "Fuck," Tommy couldn't help but mutter. Mercy's hand wrapped around Tommy's shaft, jerking him slowly. The head of Tommy's cock filled Mercy's mouth and she swirled her tongue around it. Mercy then threw herself back onto Tommy's dick, taking half of his cock in her mouth. Tommy groaned and put a hand on the back of her head, holding her there. He could feel spit sliding down his cock. He released her and she came back up, pulling him back out of her mouth. She teased the head of his dick with her tongue, flicking at it. Her hand quickly pumped his dick. Tommy was enjoying his blowjob. Mercy was talented and she seemed eager to impress her boss. He placed his hand on the back of Mercy's head and forced her back down on his cock, his dick shooting up and into her throat. She took it well, not gagging at all. Tommy sighed and pumped his dick upwards into Mercy's mouth. Mercy was no longer sucking his dick; her mouth was open wide, her tongue sticking out, willingly letting Tommy fuck her mouth. Her hands were on his thighs to balance herself as Tommy filled her wet mouth with his dick, a squicking sound emanating from her each time Tommy hit the back of her throat. As Tommy throated the chauffeur, he suddenly became aware that the man on the screen was still there. Tommy felt extremely uncomfortable; the man stared intently, watching as Tommy used his assistant. Suddenly, Tommy heard ragged breathing. He looked down and realized he had been holding Mercy down on his dick. She was breathing heavily out of her nose and her eyes were filling with water. He quickly let go of her head and she pulled back hard, his dick flying out of her mouth. She stared at him angrily and pumped his dick quickly, her spit lubricated her hand on his cock. Tommy closed his eyes and enjoyed his handjob. There was something about using this stuck-up woman that drove him crazy. He loved seeing her once perfect lipstick smeared on his cock and her mascara running lightly down her cheek. Her hair was wild, pulled out of their clips and thrown every which way. The fact that she was angry about the way he was treating her made him even crazier. "Let me see your tits," Tommy whispered to her. She continued jerking his cock furiously as she turned around and looked at her employed. He looked back at her without saying a word. She seemed to find the answer she was looking for, sighed, and undid the buttons on her suit. She undid them quickly, expertly, quickly unclasping all but the last button. Her shirt hung loosely and Tommy reached inside it, grabbing a breast roughly in one hand. He clasped onto it, kneading it in his hand. With his other hand he pressed onto the back of Mercy's head, guiding her back onto his dick. She looked at him one last time in anger before she closed her eyes and started sucking his cock once more. Tommy bucked his hips into Mercy's mouth as she bobbed up and down on him, her hand stroking him in time with their rhythm. The feeling on his dick, her tit in his hand, the entire absurdity of the situation, it was all too much for Tommy. He could feel himself getting ready to cum. He pumped his dick faster into Mercy's mouth and cried out as he came. His cum shot into Mercy's mouth and she moaned as she tried to swallow his load. She slurped noisily, catching the cum as it slid down Tommy's dick. She managed to get almost all of it, one drop of cum sliding out of her mouth and down the side of Tommy's large dick. Tommy released her head and Mercy pulled his dick out of her mouth, letting it slap against Tommy's stomach. "Missed a spot," Tommy said, pointing to the leftover cum. Mercy looked at him annoyed, then slid her long tongue along Tommy's shaft, lapping up the last little bit of cum. Tommy shuddered at the sensation. "Mr. Calculator," the man said, "I hope you understand now the pleasures that await you under my employ. I hope we can do business together in the future." "Yes, sir," Tommy replied enthusiastically. He was pulling his dick back into his pants as he spoke. "Let me calculate the pros and cons and I'll get back to you with an answer." The screen flickered and went black. Tommy buttoned up his pants and fastened his belt while Mercy tucked her now disheveled hair underneath her cap. She wiped her lips, taking off her smeared lipstick. Within seconds she looked completely composed. You never would have thought she had just been sucking cock. "Thanks for the blowjob," Tommy said lecherously. Mercy frowned at him and opened the door to the limo. Clearly it was time for him to get out. "I guess we'll be seeing each other in the future," Tommy said to her. He was enjoying himself too much. "And I calculate that we'll be doing this again." Mercy frowned once again before her demeanor suddenly seemed to change. She looked around and then whispered, "I'd actually like that. Do you want my number?" Tommy thought, shrugged, and nodded. He thought himself incredibly lucky. Mercy motioned for Tommy to lean forward. He did so eagerly. Mercy herself leaned forward, her mouth close to his ear. "My number is-" Mercy suddenly shoved Tommy, throwing him out of the limo. He landed with a thud on the pavement. Mercy smiled above him as she closed the door to the limousine. Tommy heard the door on the opposite side open and close. He watched Mercy's feet walk towards the front of the limo and get in the driver's seat. She pulled away quickly and left Tommy lying on the pavement. Tommy smiled as the limo pulled away. He had gotten what he needed, he thought. He didn't know the head man's name but- "Batman, are you there?" Black Canary's voice clicked over on the comm. "Where are you?" "Batman here," Tommy replied. "I'm... not sure where I am." He looked around for some sort of sign or marker. Canary's voice clicked back on. "Did you get a name?" "Not the head guy," Tommy said. "But I did get a name of a subordinate. Know someone by the name of 'Mercy Graves?'" There was silence on the other end. "Canary, you the-" Black Canary cut him off. "Oh shit," She said. From her tone Tommy could tell she was frightened. That frightened him in turn. "I know Mercy Graves," Canary said, her voice slightly shaking. "She works for Lex Luthor." Tommy definitely recognized THAT name. No wonder he recognized the face. Tommy thought to himself that he hadn't recognized the man earlier because if he had he probably would have shit himself. "Oh shit," Tommy said. *** The screen flickered black and Lex Luthor smiled slightly. He thought for a long moment, his hands forming an arch in front of him, before he finally typed something into his computer. The screen flickered back on and Luthor found himself staring at a woman. The woman's face was ghostly white but her eyes were a dark black. Around her mouth was a tattoo, or maybe it was a brand, that made her mouth look like it had been stitched up. Her white hair had two jet black strips running down them. She stared soullesly into the screen. "Aye," She said, "What do ya want, Luthor?" "I have a proposition for you," Luthor said. "I understand you are looking for a certain book. I can help you find it." The woman's face somehow became more fierce. "Give me that book, Luthor, or I'll-" Luthor motioned his hands for calm. "Relax, it's yours. But I need you to do something for me first. I need you to kill the Batman." "That's not possible," the woman replied. "I need to know someone's identity to kill them. No one knows Batman's." "Not an issue," Luthor said. He brought up the information The Calculator had given him. "I've taken care of that for you. His name... is Bruce Wayne. I trust you can handle the rest, Silver Banshee. Have a good time." Her eyes still looked forward blankly but the woman's mouth formed into a smile. "Aye, Lex," She said. "It'll be a scream." Let's Be Batman Pt. 32 Tommy arrived at Barbara Gordon's hideout by her request. He was surprised to find that their were others waiting for him. One was Black Canary. Tommy smiled at her. She said that she had just been called in by Barbara at the last second, just like him. Another was Huntress. Tommy glared at her. Tommy had been involved in one of their "therapy" sessions the night before and was still a little sore. Huntress was not gentle. She smiled and licked her lips when she knew Black Canary wasn't looking. Tommy swore to himself. The third person... Tommy didn't know. He was a tall, athletic man in a black costume very similar to Tommy's Batsuit. The young man wore no cape, though, and no cowl either. Instead, he had thin mask that cast his eyes in shadow. A blue splash of color covered his chest. The man cast a suspicious eye at Tommy. Tommy didn't appreciate it. "Good, you're all here," Barbara said, wheeling into the circle they had formed. "I asked you all to come because we need to be ready for whatever Lex Luthor has planned for Gotham. For now, while I try to figure out what's going on, I've asked Dick to come in and help out." The man nodded. 'Seems like a Dick,' Tommy thought. "I've set up some perimeters for you," Barbara continued, directing everyone to the large screen she had along one wall. "If we're running these routes, one of you will be able to react to any emergency in seconds, not minutes." Tommy looked at the territory he was expected to cover: it was the banking district, running a long swath along the riverfront. He smiled; prime territory for crime fighting. "Why are you giving him that area?" Dick asked, waving his hand dismissively at Tommy. "Shouldn't he be covering something a little less important?" "Uh, I'll be fine," Tommy replied. 'What the Hell,' He thought in his head. "No offense, but I think we should give our most critical areas to our best crime fighters," Dick said. Barbara came to Tommy's defense. "Dick, he'll be fine. You'd be surprised by how much Bruce has-" "Tommy," Black Canary interjected. "Huh?" Barbara said. "His name is Tommy. You called him Bruce," Canary told her. "Oh," Barbara said. She looked sheepishly at Tommy. "Sorry. Anyway, he'll be fine." "Fine," Dick said. Barbara continued her presentation, with Canary, Dick & Huntress all asking questions. Tommy tried not to look bored. Finally, the planning session broke up. Tommy & Black Canary left Barbara's hideout and prepared to head back into the city. "What's that guy's problem?" Tommy asked her. "That's Dick Grayson," Canary explained. "He was Bruce's protege for a while. I'm guessing he doesn't really appreciate Bruce leaving and putting some other guy in the Batsuit." "His name fits him," Tommy said. *** Sitting in the Batcave, alone, Tommy was silently fuming. He had been annoyed all day. He hated this Dick Grayson, this "Nightwing" or whatever he called himself. First, he had gotten a call from the police to foil a bank robbery. Dick was there when he arrived, just having finished up corralling the robbers. Then, Tommy had seen the Bat-Signal in the air and hurried towards the top of the Gotham City Police Department's building. Who was there when he arrived? Nightwing, having a laugh with Jim Gordon. The commissioner barely registered Tommy's presence, so intent was he on finding out how Dick was doing. Tommy had finally left after Nightwing told him "he would take care of" whatever the problem was. Finally, Tommy had returned home to Wayne Manor. As he ascended the steps to the mansion he heard uproarious laughter. Alfred and Dick were just finishing up a delicous breakfast, both of their plates scraped nearly clean. They glanced over and nodded at Tommy, ignoring the cuts & bruises he had accumulated over the night. Tommy followed Alfred into the kitchen as the old man cleared the table. "What the Hell?" He asked. "How come you've never made me breakfast?" Alfred looked at Tommy sideways. "Master Dick is an important part of this family," He said, "And I was simply welcoming him home." "Whatever," Tommy replied. "Why don't you just move all my shit out of the guest room and let him sleep in my bed, while you're at it." Alfred chuckled. "Oh no, Master Dick sleeps in the large master room upstai-" "Gah!" Tommy said, turning and walking towards the entry of the Batcave. He had been there ever since, silently stewing. "Hey," He heard a voice call from behind him. He rolled his eyes and looked at Dick Grayson, his newfound nemesis. "What do you want?" He asked sulkily. Dick approached Tommy conciliatory. "I kinda feel like we got off on the wrong foot," He said. "I just wanted to make sure you knew I didn't mean to come across as, well, an asshole earlier. Sometimes I forget that I'm in crime fighting mode." Tommy turned his back to Dick and towards the computer. "Don't worry about it," He said over his shoulder. "You want to hang out for a bit?" Dick said. "I could use some company. I forgot how fucking big this house can feel." Tommy sighed. "I don't know, man, I'm pretty busy and-" "I have beer," Dick said. Tommy turned and saw he was holding up a twelve pack. Tommy weighed his options. *** "So then she says, 'Well I guess they call you The Atom for a reason!'" Dick finished the punchline of his joke, making Tommy howl with laughter. Tommy had to admit, he had been wrong about Dick Grayson. He was a good guy, a surprisingly regular guy, and Tommy had enjoyed listening to his stories the last few hours. He realized he hadn't shot the shit with someone for a while. It was nice. "So let me ask you something," Dick said, polishing off his 5th beer. "...Why you? Bruce could have picked anyone in the world to take over for him while he was off God knows where. Why you?" Tommy tried to come up with a reason and finally shrugged his shoulders. "Dude, I have no fucking clue. I just found his suit. I never even met the guy." "You never even MET him?" Dick said, amazed. "Jesus. I'm sure Bruce has his reasons but... fuck." "Yeah, tell me about it," Tommy said. He tossed his beer beneath his feet and grabbed another. "What's he like, by the way?" Dick stared at his beer for a few moments. "Bruce is... well... he's an asshole," Dick said. Both of them laughed. "I don't know. I've known him since I was 13 and he's taught me everything I know, but... you'd have to meet him to understand. We honestly haven't talked in a while." "You've been doing this since you were 13?" Tommy asked. He didn't realize Dick had started as Robin so young. "That's crazy, Dick. ...Do you really go by Dick? Not Richard or-" "NOT Richard," Dick said. "Only my mom and one other person refer to me as Richard. And yeah, it feels like I've been doing it forever. It'll be 9 years... next week, I think." Tommy was surprised; Dick acted a lot older than 22. The years had not been easy for him. "It's not something I'd ever want to not do but it's been tough. There's not a whole lot of time for anything else when you're a crime fighter. Job, money... girls..." Tommy shifted his weight uncomfortably. "Yeah, tell me about it." "I've been trying to get with this one girl but stuff keeps popping up," Dick continued. He was slightly buzzed now. "Her name's Starfire, have you heard of her?" Tommy started. Starfire definitely rang a bell with him. She was a gorgeous alien babe that Tommy had "researched" numerous times through the Batcomputer. "Uh, yeah," He said aloud, "She used to work with you in the, uh..." "Teen Titans," Dick finished. "Yeah. We actually used to date when we were Titans, but after we lost a member and... I didn't take it very well. Then we stopped being teens and kind of drifted. I want to show her that I've changed, that I'm not going to let my duty stop me from being happy, but I can't find the time to see her." "Doesn't that mean that your duty is stopping you from being happy?" Tommy asked, confused. Dick laughed. "Yeah, I guess you're right," He said. "That's honestly one of the reasons I came back to Gotham, besides helping out. She's actually here right now." "Really?" Tommy said. "You should go talk to her." Dick's face reddened. "I'm afraid to," He said. Tommy laughed before apologizing. "I'm sorry, but you're afraid? The guy who was fighting homicidal maniacs before he was in high school is afraid to talk to a girl?" Dick's face turned a dark purple. "Like I said, I haven't had a lot of time for other things besides fighting crime." Dick sat sheepishly before his face suddenly changed. "I know!" He said excitedly. "Maybe you could talk to her!" Tommy eyed him skeptically. "Me? Why would she listen to me?" "Because, as far as she knows, you're Batman!" Dick got up from his chair and was pacing. "Besides, I've saw you with Black Canary. Nice, by the way. You're good with women so you can talk me up, let her know I'm in town, and then I can close. C'mon, dude, you have to do it!" Tommy weighed his options. It didn't seem like something he'd be interested (he was interested in getting himself laid, not someone else), but at the same time he thought Dick was a good kid. "Sure," He said finally. "I can go talk to her, I guess." "Aww man, thank you so much!" Dick said. He was very excited. "If you just talk to her I know I can get her back." He filled Tommy in on where he needed to go. Starfire and her friend Raven had apparently just finished up some sort of business in town and were now holed up in a mansion not too far away from Wayne Manor; it was owned by the father of Cyborg, another former member of the Teen Titans. There weren't too many places for an alien princess and a daughter of a demon to hide, apparently. "Just go there tomorrow night and talk to her," Dick said. "I'll follow up later that night. Thank you so much!" Tommy watched as the young man smiled and collapsed into his seat. Tommy felt good to be helping him. *** "Hello?" Tommy called out in the entryway of the great mansion. The door had been left ajar and he had cautiously let himself in. His heels clicked on the tile as he stepped inside. He was standing in the center of the large entryway, a long staircase leading to a second floor to his right. The house stretched in front of him and a long, dark hallway extended out to his left. There was seemingly no one there. "Hello?" Tommy called out again. "This is Batman. I am looking for Star-" "Batman!" An exceedingly cheery voice called up from the second floor. Tommy looked up and stared. He had seen pictures of Starfire before but in person she was unbelievable. She was tall, at least 6'3", and was ridiculously hot. Her orange skin glowed and her bright green eyes shown from the light. She had long, curly red hair that fell past her ass. Her incredible body was simultaneously stacked yet toned, seemingly because of her alien heritage. Tommy couldn't help but admire her body, what with her outfit doing little to hide it. Her nether regions were covered by tiny purple panties. Two small straps ascended up her body, stretching and just barely covering her nipples. The straps connected to a ring around her neck. It was by the grace of God that they didn't move and expose her body with every movement. She wore knee-high boots that Tommy found incredibly sexy. Starfire smiled excitedly at Tommy and glided down to the first floor. Tommy stared at her as she descended. He couldn't but gawk. "Hello, Batman!" Starfire said as she made it to the bottom floor. She gave him a big hug, her breasts pressed tightly against him. Tommy pushed his hips backwards to prevent her from feeling his growing erection. "It's nice to finally meet you," She said. "I've heard so much about you. Raven! Raven, come see who has joined us!" Tommy glanced back up and saw a very different but equally hot young woman floating down to the ground. She had pale, almost grey skin; it contrasted with her flowing purple robe. Her face was a little severe, with sharp cheekbones that looked like they could cut glass. Her mouth was thin, with thick black lipstick on each lip. She had a small stone in the middle of her forehead. The robe she was wearing was cut into sections just past her groin, giving Tommy just a glimpse at her thighs. Her cloak trailed behind her, her straight purple hair flowing in the wind. She had a thick gold belt that kept her robes tight to her sides, allowing Tommy to get a look at her curves. She wasn't as busty as Starfire (almost no one was) but she was still incredibly sexy. Raven wore a bored expression on her face to contrast her friend's bubbly demeanor. Both looked at Tommy expectantly. "Come in and tell us all about why you're here," Starfire said, grabbing Tommy by the hand. She led him into a large living room. She almost pushed him onto a thick sofa and jumped down next to him. She was sitting on her knees, leaning forward, her cleavage prominently displayed. Raven took a seat in the corner and grabbed a book. She half-listened to Tommy as he began to speak. "Well... I wanted to talk to you about-" "Oh, I didn't get you anything to drink!" Starfire interrupted. "Can I get you a drink? Are you hungry? What brings you here? How do you get around Gotham so quickly without flying? What's your secret identity?" Tommy couldn't keep up. Raven glanced up from her book and admonished her friend. "Starfire, let him talk," She said. She returned to her book. "Oh, I'm sorry," Starfire said, bringing her hands up to her mouth. "I'm just so excited to meet you! What do you need?" "Well," Tommy said again, "I wanted to talk to you... I wanted to talk to you about Dick." "Dick?" Starfire said confusedly. "Dick... dick... Oh! I know what you humans call dick is. Beast Boy explained it to me once. I love dick!" "You do?" Tommy asked in surprise. "I heard you two weren't getting along so well...?" "Oh no," Starfire said quickly. She licked her lips. "Dick is one of my favorite things in the world! I love everything about dick: the way it makes responds to me, how it stands up for me, the way it tastes..." Tommy looked away awkwardly. 'That's a little too much information,' He thought. He looked over at Raven in the corner and saw her giggling quietly. Tommy didn't understand what was so funny. "Well, Dick would really like to get back in touch," Tommy said. "I talked to Dick earlier and he wants nothing more than to see you tonight." Starfire looked at Tommy in surprise. "Are you talking about YOUR dick?" Tommy looked at her, in confusion. "Well yeah. What other Dick would I be talking about?" "Well, I'm a little surprised," Starfire said, mulling it over. "I've always wanted to meet your dick but I never thought it might happen. Is your dick big?" Tommy thought about Nightwing. He was pretty in shape; he was a former gymnast, after all. "Yeah, he's big," Tommy said. "He seems to have grown a lot the last few years. Probably quite a bit bigger than you've seen." Raven giggled, audibly this time. Both Batman and Starfire looked at her queerly. 'Must be a funny book,' Tommy thought. "Hmm..." Starfire said. She thought for a moment, her green eyes squinting in thought. Finally, she spoke. "Yes, Batman, I will meet your dick tonight." "Really?" Tommy said. "That's great! He's going to be so happy." "Well I hope so!" Starfire said. She laughed and Tommy did to, although he wasn't sure why they were doing so. Raven laughed louder than both of them and finally spoke up. "Starfire, he's not talking about his dick! He's talking about Di... ooh," Raven said softly. Her smile vanished and she shuddered a little bit. Her legs widened, the small strip of cloth covering her groin falling between her legs. She leaned back in her chair. "What's wrong with her?" Tommy asked with concern. "Oh, she's fine," Starfire said. "She's an empath so she feels other people's emotions, mine especially because we are so close. She's probably feeling how horny I am now that we're going to make with sex soon." "Oh oka- wait, WHAT?!" Tommy said with exapseration. Things had taken a very sudden turn. "Yes," Starfire said, herself a little confused. "I am going to meet your dick. Can Raven meet your dick too? We both love dick." Starfire smiled brightly at Tommy. Tommy looked at the bombshell with conflicted feelings. He had only known Dick a short while but he seemed like a good guy and Tommy didn't want to screw him; however, he had known his dick for a long while and Stafire looked like a good fuck and Tommy definitely wanted to screw her. He thought of Dick and dick and one inevitably won out over the other. "Okay," Tommy said softly. Starfire clapped her hands with delight and pushed the straps of her suit to the side, exposing her breasts. The straps pushed them together on either side, making her already large breasts look enormous. Tommy sighed and felt his cock aching. He reached into his Batsuit and pulled out his cock. Starfire smiled brightly. "Wow, I really like your dick!" Starfire said excitedly. Still sitting on the couch, she quickly leaned forward and placed Tommy's dick in her mouth. It felt incredibly warm and Tommy sighed heavily as Starfire began to suck his cock. "Mmmm, I love cock in my mouth," Raven said softly. Tommy glanced over and noticed that she was softly masturbating, one leg slung over the arm of her chair. As one hand rubbed her clit, another put two fingers in her mouth. She sucked on them in the same manner that Starfire was sucking Tommy's cock. Tommy put his head on the back of Starfire's head and helped her bob on him. She looked at him, smiling, while still bobbing. Her green eyes glittered in Tommy's eyes. "Jesus Christ," Tommy said. Starfire removed Tommy's cock from her mouth and stroked it quickly as she called over to her friend. "Raven, come move your mouth on Batman's dick!" She said excitedly. Raven's eyes had been closed and she opened them lazily. She slowly got up from her chair and walked towards Starfire & Tommy; when she reached them, she dropped down to her knees. Starfire directed Tommy's cock towards Raven and she took him in her mouth. Tommy groaned. Starfire's mouth was warm and she sucked him aggressively. Raven's mouth was cooler, almost cold, and she sucked him slowly and deliberately. She'd go down on him quickly but pull back slowly, her tongue pushed tightly against his dick. As she came up she swirled her tongue around his mouth, flicking it against the tip of his dick. Tommy groaned each time. Starfire reached underneath Raven's head and fondled Tommy's balls, her hands hot against his skin. The two heroines pleasured Tommy, savoring his dick. Raven popped Tommy's dick out of her mouth and it quickly found Starfire's mouth. She continued her aggressive, sloppy blowjob style, spit soon running down Tommy's dick. Raven's cool hands massaged Tommy's thighs. "He likes this," She said, "But I think he really wants to fuck us." "Fuck us..." Starfire said, her mouth coming off Tommy's dick. "Oh, make with the sex? Great!" Starfire held Tommy's dick straight up in the air as Raven stood up. With one quick motion she removed her cloak, revealing her toned body. Her perky nipples pointed straight out, revealing her lust. She straddled Tommy and put one hand on each side of his head, gripping the couch tightly. She lowered herself, Starfire guiding her, and Tommy soon felt the her pussy wrap around his dick. Raven moaned softly as she began to bounce softly on Tommy's dick. Tommy groaned loudly as he sat on the couch. Raven again moved deliberately, sliding down Tommy's dick quickly but pushing herself upwards slowly. She tightened around Tommy's dick as she did so, yanking on his cock. His opened wide and his mouth hung open. Starfire pushed Raven forward, a breast quickly finding Tommy's mouth. He sucked on it eagerly. Let's Be Batman Pt. 32 "You were right, Batman, your dick IS big," Starfire whispered into Tommy's ear. He groaned onto Raven's tit and grabbed her by the hips, making her bounce quicker on his cock. She moved back, bit her lip, and began to bounce hard on Tommy's dick. She took every inch of him, making a soft whimpering noise as she did so. Starfire, still kneeling next to Tommy, brought her face close to Raven's. "Does that feel good inside you?" She asked Raven. Raven nodded quickly as she bounced. Starfire turned her friend's head and kissed her, their tongues intertwining. 'Apparently they are really close,' Tommy thought. The sight of these two kissing was almost too much for him. He tightened his grip on Raven's hips, driving her faster on his cock. Raven groaned into Starfire's mouth and kissed her deeper. Starfire's hand danced down Raven's grey skin, drifting passed her belly button and to her clit. As Raven bounced on Tommy's dick, Starfire began to massage her clit. The effect was almost immediate; Raven to see Raven's demeanor change. She became much more aggressive, bouncing furiously on Tommy. Her hands tore at the couch by Tommy's head. Tommy looked at the heroine and noticed with alarm that she seemed to have 4 eyes now, all of them glowing red. Raven bounced one last time on Tommy's cock and then screamed as she orgasmed. Raven's body seemed to change color, going from a light grey to a pale purple. Her red eyes were fierce and wild, Raven thrashing wildly on Tommy's cock. He started to get worried before Starfire grabbed her friend and began to whisper softly in her ear. Raven's orgasm shuddered through her as Starfire talked her down. Finally, after what seemed like a great while, Raven seemed to return to normal, her skin returning to its normal color and her eyes becoming a milky white once more. "That good, huh?" Tommy asked her with a smile. Raven didn't, couldn't say anything. She fell sideways off Tommy's cock, dropping to her knees besides him. Her upper body rested on the couch and she breathed heavily. Tommy suddenly felt something very warm around his dick. He looked up and saw that it was Starfire; she had straddled him facing away, her round ass staring Tommy in the face. His hands were drawn to it, kneading it as she prepared to drop down onto his cock. She had one hand on his knee to hold herself up as she reached underneath her to grab his cock with the other. Tommy fought to keep his composure as he felt his dick pierce Starfire's incredibly warm pussy. Starfire groaned something in a language Tommy didn't understand as she began to hop on Tommy's dick. Her ass compressed each time she pushed Tommy inside her, before bounding up again when she lifted up off him. She fucked enthusiastically, putting her whole body into each bounce. Tommy reached up and pulled Starfire's long hair, pulling her head towards him. She laughed and arched her back, dragging Tommy's cock against her g-spot with every bounce. She laugh/screamed at the same time and wrapped her arms around Tommy's neck. Tommy groaned. Tommy suddenly felt something cool rubbing against his shaft. He looked down and could just see Raven, recovered, down on her knees beneath him. She was licking his shaft as it exited Starfire's pussy, her cool tongue stark against Starfire's hot cunt. He moaned heavily. Starfire began to moan heavily too as Raven moved her way up from Tommy's dick to her pussy. Starfire's moans were wild as her friend licked her while Tommy's dick fucked her. Raven, too, began to moan loudly in Starfire's mound. Tommy remembered Raven's power and realized that her connection to Starfire was causing her to feed off her own pleasure. Tommy's hand moved from Starfire's head to her breasts, the large tits spilling out of his hand. Starfire & Raven both moaned loudly. Remarkable heat emanated from Starfire's body and Tommy began to feel hot, so hot, with her splayed out on top of him. She screamed, causing Raven to scream, and both of them seemed to cum at once. As Starfire thrashed on Tommy, driving her hot pussy down on his dick, he suddenly realized that he was more than hot; he was on fire. He looked down and saw that Starfire's hair was aflame, the flames licking at his body armor. He pushed Starfire to the side in alarm, her body collapsing stomach-first on the couch. She screamed, her green eyes shining brightly, as the orgasm burned inside her. Raven, meanwhile, was on her knees, moaning harshly. This orgasm hadn't taken her to such a dangerous place this time but she was still cumming wildly, her moans sharp and from her throat. The two heroines came, running their hands through their hair. Starfire was laughing softly while Raven was biting her lip in desire. Tommy sat on the couch, patting his stomach to put out the embers on his stomach. Slowly, both heroines came back to their senses and crawled over to him. They both sat on their knees in front of him and each grabbed his dick. "Time for you to make cum," Starfire said, smiling brightly. Her hand was on top, by Tommy's head, and she began to jerk him. Her hand was lubricated with both women's juices and it slid easily on his dick. Raven's hand, by his shaft, moved slower and more deliberately. Her hand once again fondled his balls. Tommy groaned, knowing he wasn't going to last long. His hips lifted from the couch as they jerked him. With a final groan cum began to spurt from his dick. It shot high like a fountain and both women brought their faces close, hoping to catch some. They stuck out their tongues and lapped at the air. Both felt Tommy's cum land on their tongues and they eagerly swallowed it. "Oh fuck," Tommy groaned, his erupting dick still being jerked as it came. As his cum subsided Raven started stroking up his cock from the shaft to the tip, forcing the last little bit of cum to dribble out of his hole and down his cock. Raven let it fall on her hand and then presented it to Starfire. The bombshell licked Raven's hand of half the cum, leaving the other half for her friend. Raven licked the remainder slowly, looking Tommy in the eye the entire time. He whimpered. "Hello, Kory?" A voice suddenly yelled out from the entryway. All three looked at each other with surprise, as all three recognized the voice. They were frozen with surprise as Dick Grayson turned the corner and walked into the living room. "Hi Kory, I just wanted to see if you had heard from... Batman?" He said. The bouquet of roses in his hand drooped to the floor as Dick surveyed the scene. His ex-girlfriend & her best friend were kneeling before Tommy's softening cock, both of them with flecks of cum on their faces. "What are you... how could you... dude, WHAT THE FUCK???" Dick yelled at Tommy. The flowers fell to the floor. "Richards, what are you doing here?" Starfire said with surprise. Raven ignored the drama, deciding instead to lick off the cum on her face. "Oh hey... man," Tommy said, quickly pulling up his pants. He got up and walked towards Dick, his hands up in conciliation. "It's not what it looks like." "NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE???" Dick yelled. He turned and began to walk out the door. "You're even worse than Bruce!" He yelled over his shoulder. Tommy followed him out, trying to apologize. Starfire & Raven remained kneeling on the floor. Starfire bit her nails, upset at what had just occurred. Suddenly, a look of realization crossed her face. "Oh, when he said Dick he meant..." Starfire said. "Obviously," Raven replied. "Why didn't you say anything?" Starfire said, smacking her friend. For the first time that night, Raven smiled. Let's Be Batman Pt. 33 "Oh fuck," Tommy moaned, his hands tightening their grip on Black Canary's hair. She had deepthroated him, her tongue extending outwards and just touching the base of Tommy's balls. Canary pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth and stroked his shaft with her hand. She looked up at him and smiled. "It want you," Tommy told her. He badly wanted to be inside her. Canary nodded eagerly. She suddenly hopped up and ran across the Clocktower to a chest of drawers; reaching into it, she pulled out what looked like a choker. Tommy got a little excited, wondering what sort of thing Canary was planning. "I forgot I had this," She said, putting on the choker. It had a small disc that Canary placed on her neck and was bound with a leather strap. "The old Batman gave this to me. It nullifies my voice so I don't break anything. It was originally designed for use against a different villain but it does the job. Should make it easier for us, in case you make me... y'know..." Tommy smiled. He remembered the other night, when he had gone down on her and her orgasmic groan had put a crack in the face of the giant clock in her hideout. "Good thinking," Tommy said. Canary jumped on top of him and Tommy rolled her over. He entered her and they both groaned loudly. *** Tommy was out patrolling the territory Barbara had assigned him, running the long route along the water that was generally a hot spot of crime. The night had gone well: first, he had fucked Black Canary (which was generally the highlight of his nights); then, he had stopped a group of criminals from knocking over a jewelry store and had prevented a mugging. As Tommy traversed the roof tops of Gotham, he was feeling pretty good. Two things were preventing him from feeling great, though. He felt about Nightwing; he had screwed over the poor kid by screwing his ex-girlfriend and her best friend 3 nights before. He had tried to reach out to Dick but he had gotten nothing. He was no longer sleeping at Wayne Manor and Tommy couldn't find him. The other thing that was preventing him from feeling great was the inescapable feeling that he was being followed. Tommy searched behind him but could find nothing. Everything was dark, but even with his night vision there were no signs of anyone there. He shrugged and kept moving, looking for a crime to thwart. As he did so, he thumbed the voice nullifier Canary had slipped into his utility belt before he left her. "In case we run into each other tonight," She had whispered into his ear, her hand sliding over his dick. Just thinking about it made him uncomfortably hard. Tommy stopped on top of a building and surveyed. He checked behind him once again, seeing nothing, and waited. As he did, he suddenly heard a high-pitched wail. It sounded like a wind tunnel, or a jet engine, a high whine that seemed to pierce the sonic dampeners in his cowl. Tommy shook his head, wondering if maybe he had knocked something loose in his head. But no, the sound was still there. Somewhat more distressingly, it was getting closer. Tommy looked into the sky and could saw, to his amazement, that someone was flying through the air. The figure was dark black with only flicks of white, just barely perceptible against the night sky. Tommy was only able to notice the figure because there seemed to be waves emanating from her. Tommy blinked and realized that they were sound waves. With alarm, Tommy noticed that the figure was turning, falling in the air. Heading right towards him. Tommy scrambled, hoping to avoid them, but it was too late; the figure arced and screamed directly at Tommy, the shockwave sending him skidding across the roof top. He reached for something to hold onto and only just held onto the ladder that hung to the side of the building. Tommy pulled himself up back onto the roof and got a glimpse at his attacker. The woman (Spectre? Spirit? Tommy wasn't quite sure) was terrifying and haunting. Her skin was blackened, almost as if she had been dipped in ink, but her face and long, flowing hair were shock white. She had black rings around her eyes and shoots of black going in long lines down her hair. But, at the same time, the weird ghost thing was... kind of hot. Her body was covered in a white bikini bottom that then extended in two vertical stripes that covered her well-sized breasts. The outfit formed a V and seemed to direct the eye towards her pussy. It was a shockingly erotic costume for a ghost and Tommy was embarrassed to note that it gave him a chub. "Ye got a price on your head, Batman," The creature said to Batman in a thick Irish brogue. It was a comical accent and seemed forced, almost put-upon, and was hard to write. She raced over in a blur and picked Tommy up, holding him high in the air. He hung over the edge of the building, his legs dangling over the side. Their closeness revealed to Tommy that the woman's mouth had once been sewn shut. Her forearms and lower legs were covered in... not gloves, as they seemed to have flames flowing off of them. But the flames weren't hot. It was something mystical that Tommy couldn't possibly understand. He could understand what the skull earrings on each ear meant, though: it meant trouble. "Look into the eyes of the Silver Banshee and face your death, Batman," The woman said hauntingly. She brought Tommy's face closer to hers. "Or should I say Bruce Wayne?" Her eyes, normally a ghostly white, suddenly turned a deep black. She stared at Tommy and he could see himself reflected in hers. He waited for something bad to happen. But, instead, nothing happened. Finally, Tommy gurgled and spoke despite her hand clasped around his neck. "Uh, is something supposed to be happening?" He asked. He was genuinely curious. Silver Banshee furrowed her brow in confusion. "I don't understand, this is supposed to work. Dammit!" Tommy reached around her neck, struggling to get free, and Silver Banshee threw him back across the rooftop in retaliation. He rolled and landed roughly against a 3-foot embankment that cut the roof in two. He lied there, trying to recover, while Silver Banshee tried to figure out what was wrong. "You're not Bruce Wayne," She said, striding towards Tommy, "So I can't kill ye the traditional way. But I bet blowing you off this rooftop will work." The Silver Banshee opened her mouth to scream. Tommy winced. But again, what Silver Banshee wanted to happen didn't. Banshee screamed and then winced, her scream cut short. She felt her throat and noticed that there was a small round disc against her throat. It had a leather strap around it, holding it tight against her throat. "What sorcery is this?" She exclaimed. She tugged at the device. "I wouldn't do tha-" Tommy started to say. Banshee ignored him and suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through her, forcing her to to her knees. She coughed and looked at Tommy, wild-eyed. "What did ye do to me?" She asked him. "What I did to ye," He said, mocking her accent, "Was put a nullifier on your throat. It'll prevent you from using that scream of yours by sending it right back to you. And it has a shock on it if you try to remove it with the wrong DNA. I whipped it up." Tommy tried to sound arrogant; he figured the real Batman would be at this moment. "Curse y... you," Banshee said, twisting her mouth awkwardly to form the unfamiliar word. "I was only trying to get my book of the occult back." "I don't know what that is," Tommy replied, "And I don't care. You're killing days are done." Banshee was looking up at Tommy from her knees, almost pleading. "Look, I don't care about ye & Lex and whatever feud you have. I just want my book. Let me go and you'll never see me again." Tommy laughed. "Why would I let you go?" Banshee smiled. "Because I can tell you what Lex Luthor is planning." Tommy started. He knew this information was valuable IF she were telling the truth. But there was no way of him knowing for sure and, worse, there was no way of knowing that she wouldn't just kill him as soon as he let her go. "I'm interested," Tommy said finally, "But first you need to tell me what you know. Then we'll see if I let you go." Banshee eyed him, weighing her options. She eventually decided that Tommy would stay true to his word and told him. "All I know is that he's looking for a certain device," she told him. "It's somewhere here in Gotham. He had mobs searching businesses and tunnels looking for it but came up empty." Tommy listened, interested. "What is he looking for?" He asked. Banshee shrugged. "Not sure. Something that could allow him to travel between dimensions, I think. He'd be mighty powerful with that sort of device." Tommy quickly clicked on his comm and relayed the information he had heard to Barbara. "That's great!" Barbara told him. "That fits in with what I've learned. I'll start running down possible locations. And hey, where'd you get this info?" "I got it from Silver Banshee. Lex sent her to kill me," Tommy replied. "Okay. I'll run that information. And Batman, don't fuck Si-" Tommy clicked off the comm. Silver Banshee was still before him, still on her knees. She touched the nullifier on her throat gently, trying to find a weakness. Tommy thought, fighting with himself. 'She's a weird ghost thing, dude, c'mon.' 'No one will ever know and besides, the weird ghost thing has bomb ass titties.' 'She has a super-powerful throat that can kill you.' 'She has a super-powerful throat.' '...Damn, good point.' "Do we have a deal, Batman?" Silver Banshee asked. "I held up my end of the bargain." Tommy nodded and said, "I'll let you go. Of course, I'll have to disable your powers for a while to make sure you don't kill me as soon as I take off the nullifier." Silver Banshee laughed incredulously. "I've survived the depths of the netherworld! Even sewing my mouth shut hasn't stopped me! What do you think you can do?" Tommy smiled at her and pulled out his cock. "Oh," Silver Banshee said weakly, her eyes wide at the sight of Tommy's erection. Slowly, she realized what he had in mind. "Oh!" she exclaimed, her mouth open with surprise. "Let's put that throat to better use," Tommy told her, approaching her with his erect dick in his hand. Before Banshee could react, Tommy had placed his dick in her mouth. She made a noise of surprise around it but Tommy could feel her tongue already working his head and shaft, her lips wrapping around his cock. Tommy pumped his hips in the spectre's mouth as she took him deeper. Her mouth was cool and Tommy could feel his balls begin to shrink a little. His dick, on the other hand, continued to grow inside her mouth. He could feel her tongue and the top of her mouth at the same time, his dick filling up every inch of space. "Put your hands behind you," Tommy told Silver Banshee. She eagerly complied, holding them fast behind her back. Tommy took two fistfuls of her white hair and began to fuck her mouth. He found the back of her mouth almost instantly, the villainess's tonsils rubbing against his dick. He heard her breathing raggedly around his cock. Tommy was surprised to find that even weird ghost things had spit; he could feel Silver Banshee's spit running down his balls as he pushed into her mouth. He pulled most of his dick out of her mouth, leaving only the tip, and commanded her to look up at him. She did, staring at him with her haunting white eyes. Tommy looked back at her as he slowly pushed his dick inside her mouth. He saw her eyes well up and strain as Tommy passed her mouth and entered her throat. Tommy moaned heavily. The villainess had a powerful throat, one that fueled her immense power, and he could feel it tightening around his cock. The pressure was immense and Tommy could feel that he was almost being willed to cum. He slowly pulled himself out of her throat, the muscles there trying to prevent him from doing so. Tommy quickly shoved himself back deeper in her throat, her lips brushing against his hips, and he gave 3 quick thrusts inside. There was a squicking sound as Tommy seemingly brushed Silver Banshee's vocal chords. Tommy then pulled his dick out of her mouth. Silver Banshee breathed heavily as she found air once more. "Oh my God," Banshee muttered under her breath. Tommy smiled, happy in the knowledge that he could make even banshees express disbelief. He grabbed Banshee by the hair, pulling her over towards the embankment that he had earlier slammed into. She crawled the whole way, spit dripping out of her used mouth. "Bend over," He ordered. Banshee complied, her body lying flat against the upper part of the roof while her legs bent on the lower half. Her white suit had jammed into her ass while Tommy was facefucking her and Tommy admired it. He pulled the suit to the side and began to jerk his cock. "You don't want me to suck you anymore?" Silver Banshee asked in surprise. Tommy noted that she almost seemed disappointed. "No," Tommy replied, "I want you to scream." He put his cock at the entrance to her asshole and pushed. "AIIIIYEEE!!" Banshee screamed, her legs shooting straight. It wasn't her normal scream, it was a human scream, but it was still incredibly loud and primal. Tommy prevented her from moving too much as his cock pushed deeper inside her ass. Silver Banshee screamed loudly with each thrust, one hand shooting behind her to grab onto Tommy's arm. Her nails dug into his armor as he began to rock himself inside her. Tommy leaned forward, putting his weight on Silver Banshee. Gravity forced his cock deeper inside her, causing her to scream again. He began to buck his hips on top of her as she arched her back to give him better access. "I didn't know ghosts like cock in their ass so much," Tommy whispered into her ear. "I'm not... I'm not a... GHOOOOOOHHHHHH!!" Banshee screamed once more, her howls echoing into the air. Tommy thought to himself that she was definitely a screamer. Tommy laid on top of Silver Banshee, fucking her hard, his cock sliding almost entirely inside her ass. She laid flat on the concrete, one hand holding Tommy's arm, screaming loudly. Tommy could feel Silver Banshee bucking harder, her screams becoming more and more erratic. He knew she was going to cum. He could feel his own balls bubbling up as he realized that she was cumming purely from his cock in her ass. As Tommy felt Silver Banshee going over the edge, he placed his legs on the outside of hers and pushed them together. The tightness was unbelievable on his cock and he heard her scream supernaturally loud as she began to cum. Tommy could barely move his dick inside Silver Banshee as she came, her ass was so tight. Banshee was trying her best to move it as she pushed upwards on Tommy's dick. Tommy grunted, knowing that he couldn't last long. As Silver Banshee's orgasm died down, Tommy pulled his cock out of her ass (it took great effort) and roughly pushed Silver Banshee down on the ground of the lower part of the roof. He grabbed her legs and pulled them upwards so that she was lying almost upside-down. Banshee seemed almost sleepy now, overwhelmed by her orgasm, but she squealed in surprise as Tommy positioned her. Tommy stood on either side of her and directed dick downwards, his cock soon finding her asshole once again. Silver Banshee's screaming continued. Tommy was fucking Silver Banshee like a piledriver, squatting over her and pushing his dick down into her ass. Banshee was looking up at him, her eyes shining white, her mouth open widely as screams filled the air. Tommy had to hold his cape behind him to keep it out of the way so that he could watch her moan from his cock. "Take my cock, ghost slut," Tommy said down to Silver Banshee as his cock slid into her. He was fucking her freely now, her ass open to accept him. He squatted down and entered her entirely, groaning loudly. She, of course, screamed and held her breasts as they hung down into her face. Tommy watched her slip a nipple into her mouth, muffling her screams. That sent him over the edge and he felt himself ready to cum. Tommy pulled out of Silver Banshee's ass as he began to cum, a spurt of cum flinging out and covering her from her navel to her face. She hung upside down as Tommy's cum rained down upon her. She was being showered with cum and her mouth was open to accept it in her mouth. Tommy obliged, pointing his cock down and aiming. He shot a load in her mouth, the villainess eagerly swallowing it. Tommy's cum fell and fell upon her, it standing stark on her blackened skin. Tommy finally stopped cumming and fell backwards, sitting on the step. Silver Banshee kicked her legs backward and flipped so that she landed on her feet, crouching down. She examined her cum-splattered body and looked at Tommy. "Aye Batman, you're a proper fuck," She told him. Her voice was hoarse and scratchy from Tommy's throating and her screaming. She coughed, trying to clear her throat. "I don't know what that means," Tommy replied. He leaned forward and reached around Silver Banshee, removing the nullifier from her throat. As he leaned forward she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock, causing him to shudder. He held the nullifier in his hand and began to place his cock back in his suit. Suddenly, Banshee stood, opened her mouth and screamed... or tried to scream anyway. Tommy flinched, expecting to be sent across the roof, but Banshee's scream was hoarse and pitiable. She soon gave up and coughed, her throat too banged up to be useful. Tommy looked at her annoyed. "What the Hell, I held up my end," He told her. Banshee shrugged. "Had to see if it worked," She said with a scratchy voice. "Thanks for letting me go." She flew off into the air. As she disappeared into the night, Tommy could only make out her white face smiling. 'I probably shouldn't have actually let her go,' He thought. "Oops," He said aloud. *** Tommy gathered himself together and planned his next move. Right as he began to descend into Gotham, he remembered that he had turned off his comm. He flicked it back on and immediately flinched as screaming was heard in his ear. "-Atman! Batman, answer me!" It was Oracle. She sounded almost frantic. Tommy was immediately worried. "What's wrong?!" He answered back urgently. "Dammit, where have you been! There's an imminent threat on Gotham! You need to meet everyone at Wonder Tower immediately!" 'Wonder Tower?' Tommy thought. He remembered having been there before, although his memory was a little fuzzy as to why. "Why Wonder Tower? Did Lex find that device there or something?" "It's not Lex!" Oracle replied. "It's Ra's Al Ghul! I don't know how he's alive but he's planning a terrorist attack on Gotham! You have to stop him!" "Oh," Tommy said. Tommy remembered who exactly it was that brought Ra's Al Ghul back to life. "...Oops," He said aloud. Let's Be Batman Pt. 34 Detective Nick Markin awoke in a daze, his head swimming. He tried to re-trace his steps to how he had found himself in this predicament but everything blurred together, an amorphous blob of memories, sensations and ill-timed pounds to his head. He tried to move his hand to his head to rub it but found his hands tied behind his back. His legs were tied too, bound to the legs of the chair beneath him. He struggled with his bonds but found himself tied fast. Detective Markin shook his head and slowly pieced together a timeline of what had happened to him. 'First of all, you're not Nick Markin,' He told himself. He had been repeating that line, 'You're not Nick Markin,' to himself over and over again the last 2 months, ever since he had gone undercover to infiltrate the Dimitrov Crime Family. Gone was Nick Markin; now he was Alex Yemelin, numbers man for the mob. It was a top assignment, a dangerous assignment, and one that Commissioner Gordon had assigned to him personally due to his talent with numbers, his Russian ancenstry, and his steely demeanor. He was going to need that steely demeanor to get out of this situation, he thought. He was tied to a chair in a place he didn't recognize. He wasn't sure where he was, who had captured him, or what they were planning on doing to him. Detective Markin prepared himself for the possibility that he might be tortured. Why he might be tortured suddenly clicked into Detective Markin's, no, Alex's head. He had helped set up a deal to import a rare collection of stolen Russian artifacts for Yuri Dimitrov, the head of the Dimitrov Crime Family. The artifacts were rare and valuable and Yuri had planned on being there to inspect them personally when they arrived. If someone knew the location of where those artifacts were to arrive, they'd have a bead on where Yuri Dimitrov would be. An assassination attempt would be assured. Alex couldn't tell anyone that secret. The plan was for the police to be there when Dimitrov came to inspect the artifacts, ready to arrest him for illegal trafficking, racketeering and a thousand other charges. Then Alex would be free not to be Alex and could become Detective Markin once more. He could see his wife and his young son once more. Alex remembered sitting in the office of one of the Dimitrov's fronts, running over the final numbers of the deal he had arranged. The deal was going to be the next night... tonight?... and he had to ensure everything was ready. Everything was indeed ready and he had left the building in high spirits. As he rounded a corner he felt... a scratch on his neck, he thought? He remembered turning around and seeing nothing there before... that was it. He could remember nothing else until he woke up in this back room somewhere. As Alex sat in his chair, he heard a door open off in the distance. 'Here we go,' He thought, steeling himself for what was to come. He was surprisingly unworried; he had spent 2 months undercover with some of the most Dangerous men in Gotham without breaking. He was prepared for anything. The door opened. Alex was unprepared for what walked through. "Hello, darling," Catwoman said to him. She leaned against the door frame with one hand high against it. Alex couldn't help but stare at her. She wasn't tall but she was lean and sexy, her skintight black suit hugging her slender curves. She had her suit zipped down, giving Alex the barest hint at her cleavage. She looked at Alex with a small smile. Her cap covered the top of her head but Alex could still see her dark, heavily mascara'd eyes and her bright red lipstick. Alex recognized the face from the countless reward posters he had seen up at the station. Everyone in the Gotham City Police Department wanted to catch Catwoman. Not everyone necessarily wanted to catch her so they could arrest her, however. In his old life as Nick Markin, Alex had heard the jokes and stories; there was even a fabled reward for whatever cop "tamed" the cat. None of the boys joked about that with Detective Markin, however; he had been written off as one of the good ones and had languished in isolation until Commissioner Gordon had plucked him from obscurity. Even now, when confronted with her, Alex tried to maintain a stiff upper lip. He tried to deny a stiff something else. "I'm sorry I have to keep you tied up like this," Catwoman said as she strode towards Alex. One thin leg crossed in front of the other. Alex thought that she walked like she was on a runway. He wondered if she always committed her crimes in those high heels or if they were just for him. He shook the thought of his mind. "I can't have you getting out of hand," Catwoman continued. "Who knows what a big, strong man like you would do to such a delicate little thing like me if you were to get untied." Catwoman was acting dainty but Alex knew she was anything but. "I'm Catwoman, as you've probably guessed. And your name is...?" Catwoman was standing in front of Alex now, lording over him. His eyes were directly in line with her breasts and he tried not to give her the satisfaction of staring. "You know who I am," Alex told her, looking her in the eye. His voice came out even, cold; he was proud of himself. Catwoman laughed. "So I do," She said. "You're Alex Yemelin and you have information that I need. I need it badly, Alex." Catwoman leaned forward slightly and her lips pouted just a little bit as she said this. Alex squirmed in his seat unconsciously. "Will you tell me where those Russian artifacts are being brought in? I need to see them, to hold them in my hands." "I'm not telling you anything," Alex said stiffly. Catwoman smiled again. "Oh, I think you are," She said, striding away from Alex. "I think you're going to be dying to tell me very soon." Catwoman turned and unbuckled her whip from her side. She threw it out, unfolding it. Tommy hid his fear well. "You can torture me all you want but I'm not talking," Alex told her. Catwoman smiled once again, this time showing her teeth. "We'll see about that," She said. She held up her whip high and cracked it. Alex turned his head, waiting for a sharp crack on his body. But, instead of a sharp crack, he felt only a soft touch near his groin. Tommy looked down but could see no mark. "Looks like you missed," Alex said, taunting Catwoman. "Did I?" She replied. She walked towards Alex once again. She leaned towards him, her breasts hanging down tantalizingly in front of his face. Her hand slowly fell down to his groin, where her whip had missed its mark, and Alex realized that she had not missed her mark at all. Her whip had torn Alex's pants right at the seam and Catwoman's hand effortlessly ripped it open. Catwoman put her legs on either side of Alex and straddled him. She felt so warm against him, he thought. The skin of her breasts touched his chin and her breath grazed his ear. He tried to move, to get away from her, but he couldn't. He was helpless to her touch. "Using pain to get what you want is such a... man thing to do," Catwoman whispered into his ear. "That's something Batman would do. I prefer a more... feminine approach." Catwoman began to move her hips against Alex. He slowly realized that she was grinding against him. For the first time, he lost his composure. "What are you doing?" He asked incredulously. He was prepared to be tortured, not aroused. Everything was wrong. Catwoman pushed herself harder against him. "I just want some information, Alex. You tell me what I want and a mobster doesn't get a new plaything to stuff in a cabinet. I get rich and you... well..." Catwoman pushed herself down on Alex's groin. She felt so Goddamn warm. "I don't want anything from you," Alex lied. His voice was just a touch shaky. Catwoman ran one of the sharp claws on her fingers down his chest. "You can say that but your body is telling me something different." Her hand continued down. She lifted herself up and reached her hand between her thighs, lightly grasping Alex's erect dick. He swore to himself. "Ooh baby," Catwoman said breathlessly. She leaned back and looked Alex in the eye. "I had no idea you were so... endowed." She said the last word with a smile and Alex almost believed to be a bit of arousal. He had always figured himself for an average-sized dick but Catwoman's reaction belied that. He cursed his body for betraying him. Catwoman pushed herself off Alex. She squatted down on her haunches and smiled slyly up at him. She used her claws to tear at Alex's suit pants, further opening the hole at his groin. Catwoman reached her hand in and Alex could feel it clasp around his dick. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened in mock astonishment. "Oh my," She said, freeing his dick from its prison. Alex could see that he was rock hard, his cock stiff and pointing straight up. A small bit of precum was already dabbled on his tip. He hadn't realized until now how horny Catwoman had made him. "You must have trouble walking around with this thing," Catwoman told him as she held daintily held his cock in her hand. She squeezed it ever so slightly, causing more precum out of the top of his dick. She stared at his cock, moving her head around it to take it all in. "It's just so... big," She said. "I can barely wrap my hand around it. Even if I didn't want information from you I think I'd just have to play with this big cock." Catwoman let it go, watching it flap against Alex's stomach. She laughed. Catwoman grabbed it again by the base, holding it straight up in the air. She began to softly blow air on it, starting from his base and going up to the tip of his cock. Alex shuddered as he felt the sensation shoot through his body. His dick twitched in her hand, flicking towards him. Catwoman whispered, "It's alive," and blew air on his cock again. Alex felt the hairs on his ears stand up. "Such a big cock," Catwoman said. Still holding onto it, she ran a claw on her other hand up the underside of his dick. She slid it slowly, just barely applying pressure. As she reached the bottom of his head, she swirled her finger lightly underneath it. Then she lifted her hand up, hovering over his cock, and let her claws slide down his dick as she brought her hand down it. Alex could feel himself sweating. As Catwoman neared his base, she let one finger dig into his cock just a little bit. Alex jumped at the prick, causing Catwoman to jerk his cock a little bit. "I'm so sorry," Catwoman said, holding her hand up to her mouth for effect. "I guess I'm not used to handling such a big cock. Did that hurt? Here, I'll take these pesky gloves off." Catwoman slowly slid off her gloves, holding them up for Alex to see. She tossed them to the side and once again grabbed onto Alex's raging erection. She pulled it towards her to look at the top of his cock; there was a small red mark where her claw had scratched him. "Oh no!" She exclaimed, her mouth open wide. "I can't believe I injured such a perfect cock. Maybe I should kiss it to make it feel better." She looked up at Alex with doe eyes, looking for confirmation. He at least didn't say no. Catwoman leaned forward and kissed Alex's cock. As she did, he could feel the tip of his cock touch her warm chest and he involuntarily groaned. Catwoman's kiss was wet and she held it for a good 3 seconds. She mercifully stopped and pulled herself back. Alex looked down and saw the perfect outline of her lips reflected in lipstick on his dick. "Ugh," Catwoman muttered, drawing Alex's attention back to her. She was staring down at her chest, at the wetness that was smeared against it. It was precum from Alex's cock. She rubbed a finger against it and looked at him with annoyance. "Messy boy," She said, before she popped the finger into her mouth. She sucked it softly, savoring it. Catwoman then opened her mouth slightly so that Alex could see her finger in her mouth as she extended it deeper and deeper. Once her finger was completely in her mouth, she closed on it and slowly pulled it out. Her finger tugged at her bottom lip as it exited her mouth, snapping it back into place once the finger left entirely. Alex was reeling. His cock was red, angry, desperate for release. He wanted nothing more than to tell Catwoman what she wanted to know. He worried that he'd tell her everything: where the shipment is coming in, who he really was, what high school he gone to. He bit his cheek and tried to remember his duty. "So what do you say, Alex?" Catwoman asked. She leaned one arm against his leg, the other slowly circling a finger around his cock. "Won't you please tell me where those artifacts are coming in? It seems like a win/win: you tell me where those shipments are going to come, and I help you... escape." Catwoman smiled. "Just let me go," Alex said. "Please, I can't... I have a wife." Catwoman smiled. "I bet she wouldn't like it if she saw me doing this, then." Catwoman grabbed Alex's dick and squeezed it while she pulled up on it. More precum spilled out of his dick and rested on his tip. She leaned forward and touched his precum with her lips, letting a small amount of saliva escape. The saliva and the precum mixed together and Catwoman blew a bubble with it, blowing softly out of her mouth. The bubble grew about half an inch high before popping, making Catwoman squeal with delight. She took the top half of Tommy's head in her mouth and sucked everything, saliva and precum, up off his dick. She looked at him with his cock in her mouth and smiled. "Jesus Christ," Alex muttered. He closed his eyes and tried to look away but he couldn't; he inevitably opened them to see what this master criminal had in store for him next. Catwoman kept her mouth wrapped around the tip of his dick, swirling her tongue around it. She put both hands on Alex's hips and slowly pushed down, taking more of him in her mouth. She got about a quarter of the way down and held herself there. Her tongue stuck out and rested against the underside of his dick and Alex could feel saliva slowly dripping down to his balls. He groaned. Catwoman pushed herself deeper now, engulfing Alex's dick in her mouth. He groaned loudly now, unable to restrain himself at all. Catwoman again held herself, her tongue touching the top of his balls. She pulled herself off his cock, a trail of saliva following her up. She wiped at it with her hand and looked at it with disgust. "Look at what your big messy cock did to me," She said, holding her hand up. She was blinking hard, forcing a tear to run down her cheek. It smeared her mascara. Catwoman wiped the tear and held it up for him to see. "Do you know how long it takes me to do my make-up? And your big, throbbing cock messed it all up. I could barely fit it in my mouth! You beast." Catwoman playfully swatted at Alex's dick, sending it against his stomach. She grabbed it and began to stroke it softly. "You are a bad boy," Catwoman told Alex. He could barely concentrate; his own eyes were welling up with tears as Catwoman stroked him. He had never wanted to cum more in his life. Catwoman continued, looking him in the eye. "First you won't tell me where that shipment is, now you mess up all of my make-up with your huge cock," She began to stroke him slightly faster. "I bet if you weren't tied down right now you'd force yourself on me. You'd hold me down and fuck my tight little pussy with that big cock of yours. You'd shove yourself in and make me beg you to stop, wouldn't you?" Alex breathed harshly. Both of Catwoman's hands were on his dick now, jerking him in rhythm. His dick was wet with her spit. "I bet you'd want to flatten me out on my stomach and even try to... " Catwoman's eyes went wide with horror. "You'd want to stick it my perky little ass, wouldn't you? You'd fuck my little ass? Answer me!" Alex nodded. His face was bright red, matching the head of his cock. Catwoman leaned forward and whispered into his ear. "I'd like it, you know," She said softly. "I'd pretend I didn't but secretly I'd love this big cock in my ass. I love being manhandled by big cocks. Especially one like yours, Alex. I'll let you do it if you just tell me where those artifacts are." Alex strained against his ropes, pushing his hips forward and into Catwoman's hands. "Please, Alex," Catwoman said. She was pleading with him now, her lip quivering. "Please just tell me where they are and I'll be your little fuck toy. Please." "They're at..." Alex whimpered. He wanted to cum so badly. "Gotham City Port, Dock T. Container... oh fuck... Container #43865." Catwoman immediately lunged on Alex's dick with her mouth, taking him deeply. Alex groaned unreservedly now as Catwoman sucked his cock. He didn't care about anything else now; not his cover or his career or his family. All he wanted was to fuck this hot little piece of ass in front of him. He wanted to cum in her perfect mouth and then later throw her down and fuck her tight little pussy and ass. He wanted to ravage her, make her beg him to stop. He was going to make her his little fuck toy. "Aaaaah," Alex said, his voice high now. Catwoman sucked him quickly, her head furiously bobbing on his dick. Spit flowed freely down his dick, cooling his balls. Alex yanked at his ropes, eager to be free. He groaned throatily, his pitch getting higher and higher. As his hips lifted off the seat of the chair, he readied himself to cum. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." He groaned. "Okay, that's enough," Catwoman suddenly said, her mouth coming off of his cock. Alex's eyes opened wide with shock as he saw the villainess grab her gloves and begin putting them back on. "What... what are you doing?" Alex asked in disbelief. He could barely see as flashes of white appeared in front of him. His cock ached, involuntarily twitching. It was almost begging to cum. "Thanks for the info," Catwoman said. "But I can't exactly believe you until I've checked it out myself." She stood up from between Alex's legs and produced a tube of lipstick from her belt. She began to apply it slowly, rubbing it against her lips. They were already puffy and red from the friction of Alex's cock but she applied it anyway. She smacked her lips together when she was done and then bared her teeth at Alex. "Do I have any on my teeth?" She asked. Alex stared at her in disbelief. "You fucking bitch!" He yelled. "We had a deal!" Catwoman looked at him with derision. "Well that's rude," She said. "Don't worry, I'll go check out this lead and then, if it bears fruit, I'll come back and deal with you. Of course," She tapped her chin with one of her claws, "By the time I get back then he might already be here." Alex furrowed his brow. It glimmered with sweat. "Huh? Who?" Catwoman tried to suppress a smile. "Oh, I forgot to tell you! This is one of the hideouts for The Scarecrow. He's off scaring someone, I assume, but who knows when he'll be back. Don't worry, I'm sure he'll be kind to the man with a hard-on hiding out in his lair." Alex couldn't tell if she was kidding or not. He immediately began fighting his bonds, anyway. Catwoman began to walk towards the door of the rickety shack, one long leg stepping front of the other. Alex watched her ass sway with regret, wishing he could have fucked it. Catwoman stopped at the door and turned. "You know, you really do have a pretty nice cock," She said. She pretended to kiss her hand and then blew on it, sending Alex's cock one final kiss. Then, she was gone. Alex looked down at his poor cock. It was aching now, the vein that ran along underneath it stinging him with every pump of blood. It was covered with red lipstick marks, mementos left by Catwoman. Alex, Detective Markin, struggled to free himself. He yanked on the thick ropes that bound his arms and legs, struggling mightily. He yanked and yanked, desperately trying to free himself. It was unknown if he was trying to break out so that he could tell the police that Catwoman was coming, to free himself before The Scarecrow arrived, or to jerk himself off while he thought of Catwoman. Let's Be Batman Pt. 34 What was known, however, was that was for all the time he struggled, his dick never stopped throbbing. *** Selina Kyle stood on the subway car, smiling despite herself. She couldn't help it; she had just made off with over a million dollars in Russian antiquities that would probably set her for life. She had hidden them at one of her many safehouses around Gotham and then had switched out of her skintight catsuit to a not-quite-as-tight pantsuit. She left her blouse unbuttoned to the 4th button, tempting those around her to look. But, strangely, no one was taking the bait. A mark was standing next to her on the subway and Catwoman had tried to flash him a smile, distracting him so that she could steal his wallet. But the man had his eyes glued to his phone and he never looked up once. Selina stole his wallet anyway but there was something unsatisfying about doing it that way. She loved the feeling of making a man think he was going to get what he wanted and then snatching it away. She had done it earlier in the night to that poor Russian guy and wanted to chase that feeling. She had done it to almost every man she had met. The only man she hadn't teased was... Selina hopped off the subway and up to her street. As she strolled up, she could have sworn she saw a black and white speck flying through the sky. She blinked and it was gone. She dismissed it; nobody flew in Gotham City. Not while He was around. As Selina walked to her apartment, she noticed that everyone seemed glued to their phones. It was strange. Normally, she couldn't go 10 feet without feeling the eyes of a man on her; now, she might as well be invisible. She frowned and turned to her building. She stopped at the garbage disposal, removed the money from the wallet she had stolen, and dumped the rest down the chute. "Hey Holly, it's me!" She called out as she stepped into the apartment. As Selina slunk off her coat and hung it in the closet, she waited for a response. Not hearing anything, she called out again. "Holly, you here?" She said again. She flipped off her high heels and stepped into the living room. Her roommate, Holly, was sitting on the couch. She was staring intently at her phone, ignoring Selina. "Hey!" Selina shouted. Holly jumped and quickly put her phone underneath a pillow. "Oh hi," She said meekly, her eyes drifting to her phone. Selina frowned at her. "What's going on this morning?" She asked. "Everyone's staring at their phones." "Well..." Holly answered. "I'll tell you but please don't get upset." "...Why?" Selina asked. She wasn't used to her roommate being so nervous around her. "What's wrong?" Holly started to speak and then shut her mouth. She grabbed her phone from underneath the pillow and held it up to Selina. As Selina grabbed it, Holly hugged the pillow tightly. She winced as she saw Selina's eyes widen. "EXCLUSIVE!" The banner of the Gotham Gazette read. "The sex lives of your favorite supervillainesses are revealed in this report available only at the Gotham Gazette!" Selina looked up in bewilderment at her roommate. "Am I...?" She asked. Her roommate nodded quickly. Selina scanned down, looking for a certain name. Poison Ivy, Livewire, Killer Frost... "Catwoman's favorite position: whichever one lets her get fucked hard. She also loves to suck cock; maybe that's how she gets that sexy husk to her voice. She can't quite deepthroat but she'll give it her best." "I can deep... where did they get this???" Selina said incredulously. She continued reading. As she read, she slowly realized where they received the information. "'She has a small mole right above her pussy,' Our spy says. And don't worry, ladies; from what they say, this cat swings both ways." Selina's eyes went even wider and she bared her teeth. Not many people could know about that mole. "Despite her age, this-" "Despite her... despite her age???" Selina said incredulously. "I'm only 34!!!" "...this bombshell is an alright lay an-" "ALRIGHT???" Catwoman screeched. She threw the phone across the room, shattering it against the wall. "I swear, I didn't say anything!" Holly said, hiding behind the pillow. "I KNOW WHO SAID IT!!!" Selina yelled as she stomped to her room. Holly hid underneath her pillow as she heard the door slam, then a wild scream, then the sound of something being broken. Let's Be Batman Pt. 35 'Fuck,' Tommy thought as he glided onto the roof opposite Wonder Tower. He had been so preoccupied with first Silver Banshee and then racing to stop Ra's Al Ghul that he had forgotten who he was meeting up with. Black Canary, at least, was smiling at him. He smiled back at her. Huntress was sneering. Tommy cursed as he remembered that he was supposed to meet her tonight for one of their fuck sessions. The only way to keep her from killing anyone and to keep her mouth shut to Black Canary was by filling her mouth with his cock. He froze when he saw the look on her face, fearful of what she might say. The third person on the rooftop was fuming. Nightwing and Tommy had gotten off to a bad start, then had gotten along... then Tommy had fucked his ex-girlfriend and her best friend. Tommy sweat a little bit, hoping that Nightwing also kept his mouth shut to Black Canary. "So..." Tommy said nervously, "How's everyone doing tonight?" Nightwing opened his mouth to speak and then held his tongue. He crossed his arms contemptuously and turned away from Tommy. Huntress scowled. Canary smiled wider and said, "My night has been good!" Tommy nodded and smiled. "So here's the situation," Barbara said into their comms. "Ra's Al Ghul once again walks the Earth and he's got something nefarious planned. Nightwing was able to stop a shipment of the stuff being sent to Wonder Tower and I analyzed it. As near as I can tell, it's a variation of one of Poison Ivy's toxins. I think he's trying to poison Gotham City." All 4 of the heroes stiffened up. For now, at least, they were putting their squabbles aside. "How long do we have?" Nightwing asked. "Not sure," Barbara replied. "But we shouldn't wait too long to find out." "Alright," Canary said. "What's our plan?" There was hesitance in Barbara's voice. "...This is going to be tough. Not only is Ra's here, both his daughters are as well. And Lady Shiva, of course. Also..." There was a long pause. "I think Deathstroke is there as well." The other three heroes all looked scared. Tommy looked confused. "Who's Deathstroke?" He asked. The heroes turned to him, bewildered. "His name is Deathstroke the Terminator, do we really need to say anything else?" Huntress asked. Tommy figured she had a point. "Look," Barbara said, "This is a tough fight. You have to get through the League of Assassins and then, if you make it inside... I don't know how it's going to go. I hope you can-" "We got it, Barbara. We can't fail," Nightwing replied. He turned to his fellow heroes. "I'll take Deathstroke. I've seen him fight before and I know his moves. Canary, you should take Ra's-" "I'll take Ra's," Tommy said quietly. Nightwing laughed. "You couldn't possibly defeat Ra's Al Ghul," He said. "Even Bruce could barely handle him. You're just a-" Tommy cut him off. "Look, he's going to be gunning for Batman anyway. You take out your men and hopefully I can last long enough for you guys to help. Otherwise... good luck." Tommy looked at the ground. He thought he was being surprisingly brave. "So brave," Canary whispered, grabbing Tommy by the arm. Huntress rolled her eyes. "Whatever," She said. "Canary, you take Shiva. I'll handle the Ghul girls." "Sounds good," Canary nodded in agreement. "Alright, let's do this," Nightwing said. He prepared his equipment. Canary grabbed Tommy by the arm and took him aside. "Look, just in case we don't get through this," Canary began. She faltered for a moment, then kissed Tommy on the cheek. "I love you." Tommy smiled. "I love you, too." They kissed quickly and then Canary turned towards her own equipment. "I love you too," Huntress suddenly whispered into Tommy's ear, grabbing his junk. He jumped and looked at her with alarm. She smiled. Tommy strode over towards Nightwing. "Look, man, I just wanted to say that in case we don't make it through this tha-" "Dude, fuck you," Nightwing said. He walked away. Together, the 4 heroes prepared for the battle of Wonder Tower. *** "This will be the crowning achievement of my long life," Ra's Al Ghul was saying. Deep down, Talia Al Ghul didn't quite believe it. She was glad her father was back, to be sure. She had worked for years to revive him after Batman had left her father to die and the Lazarus Pit had stopped working on him. Talia had traversed the world, speaking to mystics, shamans, and other mystics to figure out a way to revive the Lazarus Pit and thus revive her father. The solution had been remarkably simple: the Lazarus Pit needed healthy cells to inject into her father's decayed . A healthy dose of semen would provide just such a boost to his system, reviving him and bringing him back to life. And it had worked. Ra's Al Ghul once again stalked the Earth. But he had come back... different. Talia worried that using the False Batman's cum had made him, well, strange. He looked like her father, and at times he acted like him. But other times, he said odd things. He no longer seemed as concerned with cleansing the world of its impurities. He spoke of a "grand plan" for Gotham but everything he did was secretive. He told Talia nothing. She knew there was something sinister behind the scenes but she couldn't decipher what. It was strange. And other things about him had changed. He occasionally said words like "cool" and tried to give high fives. This was very unlike her father. He constantly requested to see Talia's assassins, insisting that he needed to test their skills personally. It didn't remind her of her father. She wondered how much of her father was actually left. Maybe it wasn't him anymore, maybe it was- "I believe it will be, Father," Talia heard a voice next to her say. She turned and glared at the source and the source matched her gaze. Oh how Talia hated her sister Nyssa. She had arrived shortly after Talia had revived her father. It was like Nyssa to avoid the hard work and claim the rewards. Talia would have killed her right then but Ra's stopped her, saying that Nyssa was useful in the right circumstance. Talia had seethed ever since. Talia felt on her arm the reassuring hand of her loyal friend. Lady Shiva whispered into Talia's ear in a calming voice, reminding her of what was to come. Shiva had told Talia that patience was a virtue; let them leave Gotham in ruins and then bury Nyssa in the confusion. Talia nodded to Lady Shiva, assuring her that she was right. Lady Shiva was always right. Next to Lady Shiva, Talia saw Deathstroke yawning. He wasn't exactly a member of the League of Shadows. He was a freelancer, something the League normally never brought in. But he was too talented to leave out, especially with the spectre of Batman lurking in every corner. Deathstroke hadn't even wanted to get paid his usual sum; he was in it just for the opportunity to kill Batman and especially kill Robin. The mercenary yawned again and spun his helmet in his hand. Ra's continued, outlining his long struggle with Gotham City and his continual frustrations at being bested by Bruce Wayne. Talia averted her gaze during this. True to her word and League law, she had not told her father that Batman was no longer Bruce Wayne. The truth was to hard for her to bear, anyway, and she struggled with the fact that she missed Bruce. She also struggled with the fact that the new Batman had fucked her silly and that, deep down, she had liked it. "And now," Ra's was saying, "We stand on the edge of Gotham's destruction. Too long has this city been a den of decadence and decay. Tonight, we will bring it all down by giving it what it wants: lots and lots of sex." The 4 villains standing before Ra's Al Ghul nodded before suddenly registering what he said. They looked at each other in confusion. "Wait, what?" Talia asked. This was not the Grand Plan she had expected. Ra's looked at her from the stage. "What? We're going to watch this town tear itself apart with dirty, dirty sex. It's going to be really awesome." "That's... not really what the League does, Father," Talia replied. "I think it's a great idea, Father!" Nyssa said. Talia glared at her. "My kind of party," Deathstroke said, clearly amused. Lady Shiva stood stoically, as always. "These containers," Ra's continued, pointing to the large helium tanks behind him, "Contain a large amount of a formula I have decided to call Sex Stuff. We are going to spray this over Gotham and watch it tear itself apart. It'll be hilarious." "...Father," Talia began, "There is something that you need to know. You are not acting yourself. I need to tell you why you have been strange since you last awoke. The reason is-" Talia felt Lady Shiva's hand on her forearm, pulling her back. Talia shook the hand away. "The reason is tha-" Talia was suddenly interrupted by a commotion outside the chamber. The door suddenly burst open and a group suddenly broke in. And there, in the middle, was Batman. Talia glared at him for she knew it was not the one she loved. It was the Other One. *** Barbara Gordon worried in her base of operations, clicking her nails against the arm of her wheelchair. She felt helpless being stuck here while others were off risking their lives. She wished, more than anything, that she could be out there. She slammed her hand against the wheelchair. 'If you can't be out there,' She told herself. 'Send her.' Barbara shook the idea out of her head. 'She's not ready,' She responded. 'Who is for something like this? They'll need her help,' A part of her brain said. She wrestled with the idea, trying to come to a decision. Finally, she did. She activated her comm. "Stephanie," Barbara said, "Are you there?" "This is Stephanie," A voice chimed in. It seemed so young over the radio. "Batman needs your help," Barbara said. "I need you to suit up." "Really?!" The voice said excitedly. "Okay! ...But wait, which suit should I wear?" Barbara paused for a moment. "My suit," She said finally. *** It had not taken Tommy and his crew long to make their way to the large chamber below Wonder Tower. Working with 3 superheroes like this helped Tommy appreciate just how good they were. He had come a long way in his time as Batman but seasoned veterans like Nightwing, Black Canary & Huntress showed him that he still had a ways to go. They moved quickly, silently, every attack deliberate and thinking 3 moves ahead. Tommy felt lumbering by comparison. They worked their way down, deftly taking out Ra's Al Ghul's security. Two were no match for the heroes; they were too busy complaining how sore they were to hear Batman et al. coming. Tommy wished he had been awake last time he came here so he didn't feel so lost as they traversed the maze of tunnels and steps. Finally, they came to a large ornate door that Tommy vaguely recognized. He told the others that this must be Ra's Al Ghul's lair. "How do you know?" Nightwing asked him skeptically. "Uh... intuition?" Tommy replied. He kicked the door open and burst through. As they came into the familiar large chamber, Tommy could see the Lazarus Pit on his left. It bubbled and gave the room a greenish glow. To his right, a collection of canisters stood huddled together. In front of them stood 4 villains and, standing on a small stage, Ra's Al Ghul. Tommy and his gang of heroes prepared for battle. Tommy glanced at their foes, trying to size them up. He recognized Talia & Lady Shiva, both wearing their familiar garb. Talia's tight black pants and vest hugged her curves. Tommy remembered fucking her and suppressed a smile. Any urge to smile vanished when he saw the glare she was giving him. Shiva, on the other hand, was smiling slightly at him. Her black leather pants hugged her thinner frame and her trench coat hid her red Chinese shirt. She was either happy for a fight or to see Tommy again, he wasn't sure which. There was a 3rd woman that Tommy didn't recognize but he guessed that she was Nyssa Raatko, Ra's Al Ghul's other daughter. She and Talia had similar eyes but were otherwise different; Nyssa was taller, with wider shoulders and somewhat narrower hips. Her hair was long and black, in comparison to Talia's shorter, blonde-highlighted hair. Nyssa wore red pants and a black top that highlighted her breasts, with a cloak that hung down behind her to the floor. She was pretty hot, Tommy had to admit, and he momentarily forgot about fighting. He wanted to fuck. The lone man on the floor, Deathstroke, hadn't bothered turning around to face the heroes. He was fiddling with something in his hands, looking down at it. Tommy could glimpse white hair, with a black strap going along the back of his head. Swords crossed along his broad back. Deathstroke brought the thing in his hands up and around his head and placed it. Tommy realized he was putting on a helmet. As Deathstroke finally turned around, Tommy could see that the helmet was red & black, the colors divided down the middle. He unsheathed his swords and held them in each hand. He was pretty terrifying, Tommy had to admit, and he momentarily forgot about fighting. He wanted to run. Ra's Al Ghul stroked his beard and smiled in delight as he saw the heroes enter the room. He was wearing a long, flowing robe with elaborate patterns adorning it. He raised his hands and beckoned the heroes closer. Tommy tried to get his attention and sound Batman-y. "Stop what you're doing, Raze!" Tommy yelled. Beside him, Canary whispered. "It's pronounced 'Rahs.' Like 'vase.'" Tommy swore to himself and repeated his sentence. "Stop what you're doing... Ra's?" He looked back at Canary and she smiled appreciatively. "Detective," Ra's said in reply, a smile forming on his lips. "I see you have come to once again foil my plans. I welcome the challenge. Let us engage in combat once more! I think you will find that my latest sleep in the Pit of Lazarus has made me more powerful than you can imagine!" Ra's hopped down the front of the wooden stage and took a place in the center of his group of villains. His daughter Talia quickly handed him a sword. "A decisive battle between my League of Shadows and your band of misfits," Ra's stated. He smiled widely, showing his teeth. "This fucking rules." Tommy was surpised; he had been thinking the exact same thing. *** They ran at each other, all holding their weapon of choice. Huntress pulled out her crossbow and took aim at Talia & Nyssa. She fired but the two blocked her bolts with their swords. Huntress ran at them and engaged, her quickness her only defense against the blades of the 2 villains. Huntress managed to evade a thrust by Nyssa and direct the blade towards Talia, cutting her arm. Talia groaned and dropped her sword; Huntress kicked it away. Nightwing made a beeline towards Deathstroke, who was no doubt smiling underneath his mask at the challenge. "You've grown, boy," Deathstroke said. "Now you're old enough that I won't lose any sleep over killing you." Nightwing didn't respond; he simply pulled his escrima sticks from his belt and held them out. They were shorter than Deathstroke's swords, giving the villain more range, but the blue beams at the end of either stick revealed that they were shock sticks. Nightwing quickly twirled him in his hands before he attacked Deathstroke, the villain attacking at the same time. They came together in a fierce battle. Black Canary and Lady Shiva, meanwhile, circled each other slowly. Shiva gave a few soft kicks, testing Canary's defenses. She smiled. "You are good," She told the heroine. "Pity I have to kill you." "You can try," Canary responded. She attacked with a chop that Shiva effortlessly parried; Shiva was caught unaware, however, by Canary Cry that followed. It knocked her back and caused her to close her eyes for just a moment. It was moment enough for Canary's kick to find Shiva's face. Shiva collapsed to the floor and slowly recovered. She felt the blood on her lip and smiled. And in the center of all this, Ra's Al Ghul and Batman faced off. "I'm totally kill going to kill you," Ra's Al Ghul said. "No, I'm going to kill YOU," Tommy replied. "Nuh-uh," Ra's said angrily. "Uh-uh!" Tommy shouted back. Ra's held his sword high and swung down at Tommy. Tommy blocked the blow with his gauntlets and then cut the blade with the razors on his forearms. Ra's looked at his sword, nonplussed, as Tommy punched him in the face. The two began to swing at each other, at first with well-coordinated blows. Their attacks became more and more wild, though, and before too long they were waving their hands like windmills at each other. Tommy forgot all his training and regressed back to 8-year old fighting tactics. He thumbed Ra's in the eye, causing the evil mastermind to cry out. "What the fuck?!" Ra's said. "That's bullshit, dude." "Shut up!" Tommy said. He took a large roundhouse swing at Ra's but Ra's saw it with his one good eye and dodged. He got Tommy in a sleeper hold and squeezed tightly. "I've got you now," Ra's said. "You're never getting ou- hey, stop it!" Tommy reached his tongue out and licked the Head of the Demon's arm. Ra's, disgusted, let Tommy go. Tommy turned around and tackled Ra's, both of them tumbling to the floor. The other combatants slowly became distracted by the commotion in the center of the chamber. Batman & Ra's Al Ghul rolled into Nightwing & Deathstroke's fighting space; the two lowered their weapons and looked at each other, confused. The others stopped fighting all together as well and watched their fearless leaders roll around on the ground like children. "Uh, To... Batman?" Canary said softly. "Father?" Talia said at the same time. "What are you doing?" Ra's stared up at his daughter from the floor. "Can't you see I'm locked in mortal combat wi- ow! Hey, no hair pulling!" Ra's punched Tommy in the arm. "Uh, am I interrupting something?" A voice said from the door. They all turned and looked at the source. "Barb...?" Tommy asked. No, not Barbara Gordon. It was Batgirl but not Barbara Gordon. This Batgirl had blonde hair that came down roughly to her shoulders. She had a pretty face and a great body, filling out every inch of her Batsuit. This Batsuit was slightly different from Barbara's; it had a line of purple running down the side. The purple and the blonde hair kickstarted Tommy's memory and he realized who it was: it was The Spoiler. "Hey, she's pretty hot," Ra's muttered. Tommy elbowed him in the ribs. "Oracle thought you might need a little help," Batgirl said. She suddenly seemed very self-conscious at having such illustrious company all staring at her. 'Who the fuck is Oracle?' Tommy thought. "Anyway," Batgirl continued. "I'm here to help!" She held a device in her hand and lifted it in the air, as if to throw it. Everyone else yelled at her to stop when they realized what she was aiming at. She threw the device anyway and it landed right in the middle of the mass of canisters on the right side of the room. There was a beep and then an explosion as the canisters exploded. A plume of thick purple smoke filled the air. "You idiot!" Huntress yelled. "You can't blow something up if you don't know what's in it! What if it's poison?!" Batgirl's eyes widened. She was still new at this. "It's not poison," Talia said. Somehow it seemed like she would have been less scared if it was. "It's-" "My Sex Stuff!" Ra's cried out with alarm. The assembled crew all began to cough as the purple smoke filled the air. Even Tommy coughed. He was surprised; he thought his immunity to Poison Ivy's potion would keep himself from the toxin's effects but it had apparently been modified somehow. Something about this was different. He felt... different. He separated himself from Ra's Al Ghul and coughed harder. "Jesus Christ," Tommy muttered. He was laid out flat on the ground and found himself grinding against it. He turned over, looked down and saw that he was incredibly hard. Reaching into his suit, he pulled out his erection and started jerking it. Let's Be Batman Pt. 35 The reaction to this was like throwing blood into a shark-infested pool. Tommy soon found his cock being pulled away from him as Nyssa Raatko kneeled in front of him. "I need your cock," She whispered as she started jerking it furiously. Tommy groaned and lifted his hips, forcing her hand deeper down his dick. She grabbed her hair with one hand as she leaned down and forced herself down on Tommy's dick. She started sucking him quickly, wildly, her hand stroking him all the while. Tommy groaned and leaned back. Suddenly, Tommy felt Nyssa's hand and mouth gone from his dick. He looked up, agonizing over the lost sensation, and saw Nyssa sitting on her ass, scowling. She was scowling at Talia, who had thrown her backwards. Talia quickly replaced her sister, sucking Tommy's dick furiously. Nyssa recovered herself and retaliated by pushing down on the back of Talia's head, pushing her deep on Tommy's dick. Talia gagged, her eyes bulging as Tommy's dick violated her throat. Talia came off his dick angrily and was going to attack her sister but Tommy grabbed both of them by the hair. He was far too horny to put up with their nonsense. He forcefully directed Talia's mouth down to his balls while he plunged Nyssa's mouth on his dick. He bobbed Nyssa on his dick while Talia eagerly sucked on his balls. Both daughters of the Demon's Head moved a hand inside their leather pants and started fingering themselves. Elsewhere, Huntress was leaned over Ra's Al Ghul, himself still on his back, heartily sucking on the Demon's Head's head. If Huntress hadn't been so overcome with desire she would have noticed that Ra's Al Ghul's cock was remarkably familiar; she had been hoping to have a remarkably similar cock in her mouth earlier that night. She happily sucked it, her saliva running down it. Ra's sighed lifted his hips, his dick sliding further into her mouth. Huntress felt a hand on her head, pulling her upwards. She looked up and saw Deathstroke standing over her. He was no longer wearing his helmet and he looked down at the heroine with one good eye. His cock was at her eye level, looking at her square with ITS one eye. Huntress greedily started sucking it while she slid herself upwards. She pulled her panties to the side and took Ra's Al Ghul's massive cock in her pussy. She moaned as she bounced on one villain's cock and sucked on the other. To their right, Black Canary & Lady Shiva were locked in combat once more. Canary had Shiva on her stomach and was ripping at her red leather pants, pulling them down and over the assassin's heels. A finger of Canary's soon found Lady Shiva's pussy and started aggressively finger fucking her. Shiva stifled a moan as Black Canary violated her pussy. Canary reached inside her suit with her other hand and began to rub her mound. Both of the heroine's hands worked quickly on each pussy. She closed her eyes and moaned, giving Shiva the opening she needed to knock Canary onto her back. Her finger popped out of Shiva's pussy and Canary cried out in surprise. Shiva quickly climbed on top of Canary and placed her pussy in Canary's face. "Eat my pussy," Shiva demanded, lowering herself onto Black Canary's face. Canary's eyes went wide as she set to work on the unfamiliar task. She had never eaten a pussy before but she was apparently good at it, quickly causing Shiva to moan. The assassin began to undo the button on her shirt, undoing them all and tossing it to the side. She gripped Canary's hair with both hands and pulled her head up, burying it into her pussy. Canary breathed harshly through her nose as her tongue pressed hard against Shiva's clit. Shiva released Canary's hair and spun. She bent over, her pussy still present for Canary to lick, and pulled Black Canary's suit to the side. Shiva buried her head in Canary's snatch, causing Canary to scream with delight. Both women hungrily ate each other out as they formed a 69 with their bodies. If they hadn't been so wrapped up in each other's pussies, both Shiva and Canary would have noticed that right next to them Nightwing was busily pounding the new Batgirl's tight teen pussy right next to them. Nightwing had originally gone towards Batgirl to yell at her, admonish her for being so foolish, but as he neared her he began to cough and had suddenly began to look at her with different feelings. His erect dick pointed out towards her and Batgirl had jumped on him, knocking him down to the ground. Batgirl ground her lithe body against Nightwing's, moaning harshly. Nightwing grabbed her by the back of the neck and brought her close. They kissed passionately, their tongues whipping at each other in their mouths. Batgirl thrust a hand between the two of them and found the inside of Nightwing's suit. She began to jerk him in his pants as they kissed. Nightwing suddenly rolled Batgirl over, his body resting between her legs. She instinctively spread her legs for him, bringing his cock closer to her. Nightwing ripped at her suit with his gloves, creating a hole for him. His dick came roaring out of his pants and pierced Batgirl's already sopping wet pussy. Batgirl cried out in passion and wrapped her arms around Nightwing's neck. He put his weight on her and started thrusting. Both of them moaned, Nightwing deep and hoarse and Batgirl moaning, "Uh, uh, uh," with each thrust. "Put it in my ass!" The shout was directed towards Deathstroke from Huntress, his cock in her hand. She said it angrily, demandingly, and Deathstroke was in no mood to deny her. Huntress was still on top of Ra's and she leaned forward to give Deathstroke access to her asshole. As she leaned forward Ra's quickly lifted her top, exposing her breasts. A nipple quickly found his mouth and he began to suck on it. Deathstroke got on his knees behind Huntress and positioned his cock at her ass. He shoved himself in, causing the heroine to scream loudly. Ra's Al Ghul pumped his dick upwards into her pussy and Deathstroke pushed down into her ass. Huntress was sandwiched between the two of them, being driven wild by both cocks inside her. Deathstroke and Ra's gradually found a rhythm, both pumping inside Huntress at once. Huntress had both arms on either side of Ra's Al Ghul's head as she was fucked. The cock in her pussy, the cock in her ass, the mouth on her nipple... it was too much. Huntress screams grew louder and louder and she began to shake violently. "Oh fuuuuuuuck!!!!" Huntress screamed as she came, her pussy flooding Ra's Al Ghul's dick with juices. Ra's slowed himself but Deathstroke fucked her harder, his dick burying inside her ass again and again. Huntress's eyes went wide at her destruction by Deathstroke the Terminator. She screamed one final time and then went limp, falling onto Ra's Al Ghul's chest. The two men checked her and realized she had passed out. The tossed her to the side and went their separate ways, each looking for another hole to fuck. Ra's found one first. He surprised Nightwing & Batgirl by shoving Nightwing to the side while he was on top of Batgirl, pulling his dick out of her. Batgirl cried out in disappointment before she squealed in delight as Ra's Al Ghul's more substantial dick found its way inside her. Nightwing, angry at having his piece of ass taken from him, began to pick himself up off the floor. He was stopped, however by Shiva. The assassin had apparently pulled herself off of Canary's face and now straddled Nightwing. She pushed him flat on his back and slid on top of him, his dick popping inside her pussy. She put her hands on his chest and began to ride him. Her vagina hugged his dick, yanking on it inside her. Nightwing's eyes bulged and he knew he didn't have long until he came. Ra's was busy thrusting away at Batgirl's tight pussy. She was moaning loudly once more, her hand working her clit while Ra's fucked her. Batgirl felt a shadow come over her and looked up just long enough to see Black Canary swing herself over her. Canary's faced Ra's as she sat on Batgirl's face. The sight of one heroine sitting on the other caused Ra's to fuck even harder. Batgirl moaned into Canary's snatch. As this occurrred, two voices were fighting with each other for Tommy's attention. "Fuck me, Batman!" Talia begged. Once again, Tommy had the assassin princess on her hands and knees in front of him, her tight pants pulled down just far enough to give him access to her pussy. "No, me first!" Nyssa pleaded. She was on her back, her large tits pulled out of the top of her top, her pants completely off. Tommy's dick burned as he tried to decide which to take first. He had fucked Talia and loved it, but Nyssa was a new pussy. He debated, his cock twitching up with each new point in one of their favor. "My sister can't handle a big cock like I can!" Nyssa cried out. She was masturbating now, her fingers working herself furiously. "My sister only says that because she's a whore!" Talia retorted. The insult didn't have the desired effect, however; Tommy licked his lips and began to crawl towards Nyssa. Talia's eyes went wide with surprise. She struggled to change his mind. "I... I loved being fucked by you. I loved your brutish cock filling me up, turning me a little whore in front of the entire League!" Talia shouted. She wanted a cock inside her more than anything. "Treat me like your personal slut!" Tommy paused, thought, and then started crawling towards Talia. Nyssa cried out, "No!" but it was too late. Tommy positioned himself behind Talia, smacked her hard on the ass, and thrust himself roughly inside her. Talia was almost knocked over by the force of Tommy's thrust. She moaned deeply and lowered her head down to the ground. Tommy grunted and fucked her harder, his whole dick slamming inside her. He slapped her ass again, making her squeal, and fucked her deeply. If Nyssa was disappointed to lose out to her sister, she did not have long to sulk. Deathstroke had made his way over to her and, finding her pussy as of yet unfilled, quickly set about rectifying that. He slammed his dick inside her, holding her legs out wide to give him ample room. He was sitting up, fucking down into her. Nyssa threw her head back and moaned. Both Al Ghul daughters were getting fucked roughly and both seemed to be loving it. They had similar moans, long and low, and both were moaning as they were used. Tommy and Deathstroke barely acknowledged each other; both were far too busy punishing the pussies in front of them to notice anything else. Tommy grabbed Talia's by both arms and lifted her up. Her arms were held behind her and Tommy used them as leverage to fuck her pussy. His hips slammed against her ample ass, bottoming out inside Talia. She screamed and seemingly went limp, her head bouncing every time Tommy thrusted inside her. Nyssa tried to taunt her sister as she was fucked. "You... you never could handle a cock," She struggled to get out as Deathstroke slammed inside her. Tommy let go of Talia's arms and she collapsed downwards, holding herself up by her elbows. Talia tried to look at her sister with contempt (it was hard with both of their heads bouncing around). She didn't reply but instead reached around with one hand and grabbed Tommy's cock. She pulled it out of her pussy and directed it upwards. She directed it towards her asshole. As Tommy quickly and eagerly positioned his dick at Talia's ass. Nyssa's eyes went wide with surprise. She couldn't see it but she was able to tell when Tommy's cock slipped in by the wide eyes of her sister. Talia wore an expression of disbelief as she felt Tommy's dick fill up her ass. She held in a scream for a while and then it came tumbling out of her, its pitch getting higher the deeper Tommy's cock went. Tommy began to rock himself inside Talia, his hands holding her cheeks as far apart as he could make them. He watched his dick disappear and reappear inside her ass, each time going just a little bit deeper. Talia's eyes were still wide, like she had just realized she had locked her keys in her car. She gripped the cold cobblestoned ground as best she could to keep from sliding. In the commotion, Nyssa had only barely realized that Deathstroke had stopped fucking her pussy. She down in confusion now and saw Deathstroke still between her legs. He grabbed each leg roughly, lifting Nyssa up on to his thighs. She put a hand up in protest but it was too late: Deathstroke forced his engorged cock inside Nyssa's tight asshole. Nyssa's eyes almost immediately watered and she breathed heavily. Deathstroke did not rock himself in; he aggressively pushed himself inside, taking no heed to Nyssa's comfort. He was far too aroused for that. He began to forcefully fuck Nyssa's ass while Nyssa tried her best to accept him. She had a pained expression on her face and she looked into her sister's eyes. Talia looked back, both Al Ghul daughters staring at each other glassily as they were roughly fucked by Batman & Deathstroke in their great chamber. Back on the other side of the room, Nightwing was struggling. Shiva was methodically fucking his cock, gripping him tightly inside her. Nightwing sweated profusely, the muscles in his neck tight as he tried not to cum. Shiva smiled at him. "You are good," She said. "Pity I have to make you cum." She reached her hand underneath her and gripped the base of Nightwing's dick; she jerked him quickly as she tightened and loosened her muscles on the head of his dick. Nightwing through his head back and groaned, defeated. As he prepared to cum Shiva lifted herself off his dick and rotated so that she was kneeling by his side. She jerked his cock as he came, his semen shooting up into the air. It splashed on Shiva's hand as she stroked him. Nightwing's groans were loud and intense. His hips lifted up into the air and he tried to pull away from Shiva. Her grip was tight, however, and she mercilessly stroked him. Nightwing howled, his eyes wide, and as the last of his cum drizzled out of his cock and onto Shiva's hand he passed out from the sensation. Shiva wiped her hand on his black armored pants and went searching for another victim. Next to them, Ra's Al Ghul was still mercilessly pounding away at Batgirl's pussy while Canary ground herself on the young heroine's face. Canary and Ra's were facing each other, close together, and Ra's was watching Canary's face contort in passion, her eyelids fluttering with each lick of Batgirl's tongue. It was driving Ra's wild. "When I finish with the girl I am going to have you next," Ra's told Canary. She laughed. "You're going to cum pretty soon inside her, I'd say," She replied. It was Ra's Al Ghul's turn to laugh. "I've been perfecting the art of fucking for 600 years," He boasted. "Yeah, but she's only... you're what, Sweetie, 19?" Canary asked Batgirl. She made a stifled noise to the affirmative, her tongue never stopping on Canary's pussy. Ra's Al Ghul's eyes bulged and he began to subconsciously fuck faster into Batgirl. "When was the last time you had 19 year-old pussy, Ra's?" Canary asked him. "Doesn't it feel tight around your dick?" Ra's was pounding furiously now, his brow damp with sweat. Canary moaned and pulled down her outfit, her bountiful breasts spilling out of her top. She pushed them together, kneading them in her hands. Ra's couldn't take his eyes off them. "I... I..." Ra's stuttered before he suddenly groaned heavily. He pulled his cock out of Batgirl as it started to spurt, aiming his cum upwards and towards her mouth. It landed on her chin and lower lip, mixing in with Canary's juices. Batgirl flicked her tongue out and scooped Ra's Al Ghul's cum into her mouth, swallowing it as she continued to eat out Black Canary. Ra's Al Ghul's continued to ejaculate, his cum now landing on the slick fabric of Batgirl's costume between her tits. Canary reached down and swirled her hand in it, spreading it out along her suit. Ra's groaned, his eyes bulged, and he fell backwards. He tumbled to the ground, landing on his back. His cock still stood straight up as it slowly shrunk, passed out after its ejaculation. Canary leaned forward and formed another 69, this time with Batgirl. She lapped at Batgirl's stretched pussy, tasting the precum Ra's left inside. Both heroines moaned as they tasted each other. Meanwhile, the Al Ghul's could barely contain themselves as they continued to be ravaged by Batman & Deathstroke. The assassin's assholes had learned to accept their cocks and they were moaning loudly, still looking each other in the eyes as they were fucked. "It's so... it's so big," Talia stuttered out to her sister. Nyssa tried to smile but it was hard for her to do. "You never could... oh god... handle a big cock," She said. Deathstroke bottomed out in her asshole, causing Nyssa to cry out. Both girls fought their bodies, trying to hold on. Nyssa's body was lifted up, being roughly used by Deathstroke. her breasts had popped out of her top and were bouncing with every thrust. She felt something stirring inside her and couldn't comprehend what it was. Too late she realized that Deathstroke was going to make her cum. She looked frantically at her sister as the first wave of her orgasm jolted through her. "Whoooaaaaaa!!!" Nyssa screamed, her body lifting up. Deathstroke fucked her mercilessly as she came, her body contorting and flopping every which way. Nyssa reached a hand out for her sister but Talia knocked it away. Talia tried to smile as best she could. "You never could handle a big co-AAAAHHHHH!!!" Talia tried to taunt her sister but couldn't; she had begun to cum herself. She leaned herself forward, taking Tommy with her, as she drove herself into the ground. Tommy put a hand on either side of her head and pumped himself down into her. With her lying flat on the ground her ass was incredibly tight and Tommy grimaced. Talia's eyes rolled into the back of her head and she moaned low and rhythmically as she came again and again. The last thing she saw before her orgasm knocked her out was her sister lying unconscious on her back. Talia soon joined her in unconsciousness. Tommy pulled himself out of Talia Al Ghul and rolled onto his back. He was about to get up and see what Black Canary was doing (he missed her pussy) when suddenly Lady Shiva filled his vision. She quickly straddled Tommy and pushed him inside her, causing him to raise his head in a groan. "I've been waiting for this cock," Shiva said from above him as she bounced on him. Her pussy gripped his dick tightly, tugging on him, and Tommy groaned at the sensation. Shiva smiled and drove herself down on his dick, systematically riding his cock. The assassin seemed to be the only one still in control of herself. Tommy wondered if maybe this was her out of control. Shiva reached her hand under herself and grabbed Tommy's dick, jerking him. As she did, her pussy contracted and relaxed on the head of his cock. Tommy groaned, realizing that he might cum at any moment. He tried to stop her but she continued, smiling. "Maybe I'll let you cum inside me," She told him. "I have already raised the perfect child but a back-up plan is never a bad idea." Tommy didn't know what she was talking about. He couldn't comprehend anything right now. All he could do was moan. A little ways away, Canary & Batgirl continued their 69. They had rolled while they ate each other, Batgirl now on top. She feasted on the more experience heroine's pussy while Black Canary returned the favor. As Batgirl dined, she felt a hand on her ass. Then she heard a rip as the hole of her suit expanded. She lifted her head and looked behind her, glimpsing the determined face of Deathstroke the Terminator. Batgirl felt pressure against her asshole. She pushed her face down into Black Canary's snatch as Deathstroke pushed and entered her ass, the head of his dick popping inside her. Batgirl moaned into Black Canary's pussy. Let's Be Batman Pt. 35 "Jesus Christ," Deathstroke muttered as he felt the tightness of Batgirl's ass surround his dick. He fucked her hard, rough, just as he had done to Nyssa. Batgirl didn't tolerate it like Nyssa, had, though; she relished it, pushing back against Deathstroke's cock. He slipped inside her easily, his cock disappearing entirely inside her. His hips bounced against her ass as he fucked her roughly. Deathstroke reached forward and grabbed Batgirl by her long blonde hair, pulling her head back. Batgirl's mouth came off Black Canary's pussy and Batgirl's moans became more audible as she savored her rough fucking. Canary stopped eating Batgirl, disappointed that she was no longer getting any in return. She shimmied herself out from under Batgirl and left the two in their throes. Canary crawled towards Tommy. Tommy didn't notice; he was far too busy being jerked off and fucked at the same time by Lady Shiva. She was smiling widely now, clearly getting off on pleasuring Tommy. She leaned forward to look him in the eye. She spoke in a controlled whisper. "You are good," She said. "Pity I have to make you cu-Ahh!!!" Shiva's sentence was cut off and her eyes went wide. Tommy & Shiva both looked behind her to see Black Canary smiling. Her middle finger was slipped inside Shiva's ass and she was pumping it in and out. Shiva, for the first time, was flustered. Her hand fell away from Tommy's dick and she leaned forward more, leaving only the tip of Tommy's cock inside her. Tommy took the initiative and began to fuck upwards into Shiva. She moaned lowly as Tommy & Canary tag-teamed her. Her mouth was quickly filled with Black Canary's fingers from her other hand. She began to pump them inside Shiva's mouth, filling all of her holes. The assassin gasped for breath as she was used. Tommy redoubled his efforts, pounding his cock up into Shiva. She squealed, completely losing her composure now. The skin on the bottom of her thighs began to redden from the assaulting thrusts Tommy was giving her, and her asshole stretched to fit Canary's finger. Canary was pumping inside her to the 2nd knuckle, bending her finger as she pulled it out to stretch Shiva's asshole. Shiva prepared to cum. Canary could sense it and she straightened her ring finger against her middle. The 2nd finger popped inside Shiva's ass and she groaned harshly and began to shake. Tommy & Canary both jammed their appendages deep inside Shiva's holes as she came. Shiva shook uncontrollably and screamed, all her usual sereneness vanished. Tommy & Canary resumed violating her unrepentantly, Shiva's moans only intensifying. The assassin, the deadliest woman in the world, whimpered softly and fell to the side and off Tommy's dick. She was out before she hit the ground. "You like my cock, bitch?" Deathstroke said across the room, his cock roughly penetrating Batgirl. He had let go of her hair and she was on her hands and knees in front of him, taking him willingly. "I've had bigger," She said, and she began to push herself backwards against Deathstroke's dick. He was surprised by this and almost got knocked backwards. He recovered but was sitting on his haunches now, helpless to stop Batgirl's wild thrusting on his dick. Her head was down and she was moaning loud and high-pitched as she thrusted backwards onto Deathstroke. The mercenary groaned. Tommy & Canary had traveled back to Deathstroke & Batgirl now. Tommy eagerly positioned himself in front of Batgirl and she took him in her mouth, spit roasted on Deathstroke & Tommy's dicks. He let her do the work. She deepthroated him as she pulled herself of Deathstroke's dick and then reversed, impaling herself on Deathstroke as Tommy's dick came out of her mouth. Deathstroke watched this with surprise. "You're a dirty little slu-ahh!" He screamed and looked behind him. Canary was there, smiling, her finger slipping inside his asshole. Deathstroke tried to pull her off but he was trapped by Batgirl's thrusting. He was helpless. And, for reasons Deathstroke had never even come close to considering, he liked it. He soon breathed heavily and realized he was going to cum. Canary reached around him and pulled his dick out of Batgirl, stroking it softly. With a whine Deathstroke began to cum. He shot his load on Batgirl's ass; as she felt his wetness hit her Batgirl moaned on Tommy's dick and shook her ass. Deathstroke's streams left thick ropes on Batgirl's bare ass before falling onto her ripped costume. With a pitiable sigh Deathstroke fell to the side, Canary's finger falling out of his ass, and he fell into a deep sleep. There were three still standing: Batgirl, Canary & Tommy. Canary clambered over on her knees and pulled Batgirl up, Tommy's dick falling out of her mouth. Canary kissed the heroine passionately, tasting each other's juices as well as Tommy's. Canary then pulled Batgirl down with her, Canary falling on her back and Batgirl falling between the older heroine's legs. Batgirl once again sunk her face into Black Canary's wet pussy. Deep down, Tommy was a little nonplussed; he had hoped to fuck Black Canary now. But the Sex Stuff did its work and Tommy quickly positioned himself behind Batgirl. He ripped her small cape off her back and wiped up Deathstroke's cum. He then tossed it to the side, unknowingly throwing it onto Deathstroke himself. Tommy grabbed Batgirl by the hips and sank himself inside her pussy. He was fucking her as hard as he could within seconds. The three heroes all moaned seemingly in unison. They formed a centipede, with Batgirl eating Canary as Tommy fucked Batgirl. Tommy watched Batgirl eat his girlfriend's pussy with overwhelming desire. He loved the way Canary gripped a breast tightly as she directed Batgirl's head to the proper place. Her makeup was smeared and her face was pink with desire: she looked ravaged. It made Tommy incredibly horny. Batgirl, the middle of this hero sandwich, was being overcome by desire. Tommy's dick triggered a memory deep inside her, a memory of her getting used and fucked, and it made her incredibly wet. She moaned deeply into Canary's pussy. All three of their voices rose in unison. It was Canary who broke first, her Canary Cry filling the air as she began to cum. The sonic dampeners in Batman & Batgirl's suits kept them conscious but it was painful. Or would have been painful, if they weren't so close to cumming already. The sight of Canary cumming, her hips bucking wildly into Batgirl's face, sent Tommy over the edge. His cock filled Batgirl's pussy with cum, wave after wave shooting inside her. The feeling of both heroes cumming in her sent Batgirl finally over the edge. Her orgasm was violent and wild, spilling out of her. Tommy felt her juices mix with his own as he struggled to stay conscious. All three moaned heavily as they came, and all three felt themselves overwhelmed by their sensations. Tommy & Batgirl fell forward, his dick never leaving her, and they collapsed onto Black Canary. Batgirl's tongue was still hanging out of her mouth, touching a fold of Black Canary's pussy. Canary passed out as well, falling backwards and against the floor. Her hand was still on her breast and her hair hung over her face. For the first time in a long time inside the great chamber of Ra's Al Ghul, it was silent. *** All in all, the day was a great one for justice. To not only capture the Great Ra's Al Ghul but also his top lieutenants was an accomplishment that Bruce Wayne had never even considered accomplishing. To capture the most feared mercenary in all the world was a cherry on top. After their radios had gone silent, Barbara had gotten worried. Fearful of what a victory for Ra's Al Ghul might mean for Gotham, she had called ARGUS and given them the coordinates of the criminal mastermind's lair. They had sent a strike team immediately to storm the chamber. As the hardened military men burst through the door, gas masks on, only one thought crossed their minds. 'What the fuck...?' None of them knew how to explain what they were witnessing. Bodies were scattered everywhere, all in various states of undress, all of them unconscious. No one could explain why Batman had his cock inside Batgirl, or why the Al Ghul sisters were collapsed on top of each other. They were baffled as to why the greatest criminal of all time was lying flat on his back with his limp dick stuck to his stomach. They had no idea what the fuck. The soldiers did what most people would do: they tried to ignore it as best they could. They rounded up the criminals, laid the heroes out as best they could, and got the fuck out of there. As the heroes awoke from their slumber, they too were surprised by how they were dressed. Canary quickly covered herself, pulling her top up, and gave her jacket to Batgirl so that she could cover her exposed pussy & ass. Batman & Nightwing flecked at the drops of cum on their suits, trying to remove them. Huntress rubbed her ass, wondering why she was so sore. They knew why they were exposed, why they had all the signs of having fucked. None of them knew where the criminals were. They had no idea what the fuck. They did what most people would do: They tried to ignore it as best they could. They rounded up their clothes & gadgets, adjusted themselves as best they could, and got the fuck out of there. Let's Be Batman Pt. 36 Tommy & Black Canary were sitting in the Batcave, both trying to figure out one thing: "What the fuck happened last night?" Tommy asked. Neither could remember a thing besides an explosion and then suddenly waking up sticky and undressed. Canary shook her head. "I have no idea. Barbara said that the ARGUS guys broke in and we were all passed out. I asked her if she knew about anything... else, and she said nothing else was in their report." Canary blushed slightly. "Ok," Tommy said. "It's just... what the fuck? Weird." "I know," Canary said. "I vaguely remember..." Her mind seemed to wander. She bit her lip slightly. "I don't remember anything," Tommy said, oblivious. "All I know is that my piss shot in like 3 different directions this morning. Anyway, what should we do tonight?" There was no response. "...Dinah?" "Oh!' Dinah said, snapping back to reality. "Sorry. What was the question?" An indent had formed where she was biting her lip. "...What do you want to do tonight? Apparently Mad Hatter has popped up again, we could go after him." Canary smiled a suspiciously fake smile at Tommy. "I'm sorry, Babe, I can't go out with you tonight. I need to go... do something. I'll see you later, though?" She kissed him on the cheek and bounded over to her motorcycle. She waved half-heartedly as she jetted off out of the Batcave. '...Well that was weird,' Tommy thought. The whole day Canary had been acting strange, now that he thought about it. She had been distracted and distant, constantly looking off into space. Tommy wasn't sure what had happened to her in the chamber the night before but it worried him. As Tommy pondered his relationship, he began to put on his Batsuit. Putting on the cumbersome outfit was now second nature to him and he was ready in moments. He pulled his gauntlets tight on his hands and adjusted his cowl. He checked himself out in the mirror and nodded approvingly. "Maybe I can go see what Mad Hatter is up to on my own,' He thought. 'Or maybe I can read up on how Vicki Vale's story is hitting.' Vale's expose on the sex lives of supervillains had hit that morning and Tommy imagined that it was a big deal. He smiled as he thought about what someone like Poison Ivy would think when she saw herself on the front page of the Gotham Gazette. While Tommy admired himself in the mirror, he suddenly became aware of a blinking red light in the corner of the Batcave. As far as Tommy could remember, the light hadn't flashed before. He got up out of his chair and walked towards it. The light was coming from a cylindrical tube that looked just large enough to fit a man. It had a complicated computer interface that gave off a light blue glow. Tommy had never noticed it before; he guessed that it must have turned itself on. Tommy gently tapped the glass of the computer and a pleasant female voice suddenly sounded out. "Greetings, Batman. Please step inside and place your feet on the pads." Tommy glanced inside and saw that there were two footprints facing him. "Huh," Tommy muttered. It must be some kind of... dry cleaning device, maybe? Tommy looked at the sides of the cylinder: there were a countless number of small holes in the device. Tommy guessed that was where the cleaning stuff came out of. "Well, I guess I could use a spritz," Tommy murmured aloud. The front of his suit, especially, was covered in bits of cum. He looked like a pervert. Tommy stepped inside and placed his feet on the pads. The female voice sounded again. "Please prepare for the spray," She said. Tommy nodded sagely. 'Nailed it,' He thought. The device began to spray a sticky yellow substance on him. Tommy touched it gently with his hand, confused; this didn't feel like soap at all. The substance seemed to move when it touched him, quickly coating his entire body. Tommy's eyes went wide as the substance covered his eyes, nose and mouth. His mouth was open in a scream but no noise could come out. "Please enjoy your trip," The female voice said aloud. Tommy tried to figure out what trip she was referring to when suddenly everything flashed to black. *** Cyborg was busy at the controls in the Justice League Watchtower, observing his passenger as they shot through space-time. The teleporter began to activate, turning a soft yellow as it filled up with liquid. It was an extraordinary device, built by an extraordinary man. Cyborg felt honored to be given control over it. The passenger slowly re-formed in the teleporter, his cells quickly combining into a recognizable shape. The pointy ears and cape seemed to form first, as inanimate matter was easier to re-form than a person. Finally, the passenger finished his voyage and the yellow liquid drained out of the cylinder. As the cylinder opened, the passenger stumbled out and, finding Cyborg, asked him one question. "What the FUCK???" "Uh..." Cyborg was thrown off. Batman had a way of doing that to people. "Sorry, Batman, was their something wrong with your trip? All the calculations looked correct but-" "My TRIP?" Batman asked, wild-eyed. He shook himself, brushing off the imaginary liquid that he could still feel on him. "What the fuck is that thing?" Cyborg wasn't sure how to respond. "What do you mean? You don't know?" Batman's eyes were still wide. "How the fuck should I know?" "Uh..." Cyborg began uncomfortably, "Because you built it?" "Oh," Batman said softly. "Of course I did. I... was testing you. Now tell me, where am I?" Cyborg weighed his response carefully. He knew that Batman was probably testing him again. "You're at the Watchtower, sir," He said stiffly, trying not to stumble over his words. "We've had a Level 6 alert and you were contacted according to protocol. They're waiting for you in the conference room." "Level 6?" Batman asked. "What the Hell is that?" "Level 6," Cyborg recited from his memory, careful not to misplace a single word, "The abduction or capture of a member of the Justice League that requires a rescue; non-harm believed." Cyborg breathed a sigh of relief when he was done. "Uh, good. I'm glad you knew," Batman said. Cyborg's heart skipped a beat. "Who was abducted?" Batman asked. Cyborg paused for a moment, trying to mask his distress. "Wonder Woman, sir," He said with a small hint of nervousness in his voice. Wonder Woman was probably the strongest member of the Justice League; if she had been captured it was by someone immensely powerful. To Cyborg's surprise, Batman laughed. "Wonder Woman? Good. Let her stay captured," He said with a hint of malice. Cyborg was careful not to join in on Batman's glee; he figured Batman was probably trying to get him to open up, trying to get his feelings on Wonder Woman. "Let's get to the conference room," Was all Cyborg said. Cyborg walked out the far door and felt Batman walking behind him. It made him nervous. "You know," Cyborg began, "I never did get a chance to thank you for giving me this opportunity, sir. This is a real honor for me and I know I won't let you down." "Huh?" Batman said. "Letting me join the Justice League," Cyborg said. "I know you have final approval over all new recruits." Cyborg wasn't sure if he should have let that slip or not. "Oh, uh, sure thing, buddy. I'm sure you'll do great." Cyborg felt his neck get hot at Batman's words. He had never heard Batman give a hint of approval to anyone before. "Here we are," Cyborg said as they stepped out into a large room that was centered by a large rectangular table. A variety of superheroes had already arrived. Green Lantern sat near the head of the table, next to 3 empty chairs. Next to him, Aquaman sat. He looked angrily at Batman. Across from him, The Flash was barely holding in laughter. Vixen & Hawkgirl's faces seemed to redden and Cyborg wasn't sure why. Green Arrow fumed in Batman's direction. Batman seemed to trip over his own feet as they walked towards the table. "Thank God you're here, Batman," Green Lantern said with urgency. "We received an alarming distress call from Wonder Woman that requires your attention. Cyborg, bring it up." Cyborg made his way over to a control panel and quickly typed. At each seat, a holographic image of Wonder Woman appeared. She looked like she had been in battle, with a small cut below her cheek. She spoke quickly and softly. "Justice League," Her voice said softly, "I require your assistance. I'm on Aeaea and I fear I've been led into a trap. It's Circe." The room murmured at the mention of the great sorceress's name. Cyborg could have sworn he heard Batman mutter, "Who the fuck...?" Wonder Woman continued. "Send help as soon as possible. And for the love of God, whatever you do, do not send Batman. I repeat, do NOT send Batman. I don't want him anywhere near... wait, someone's coming... you! What are you doing here? AHHH!!!" The hologram suddenly cut out halfway through Wonder Woman's surprised yell. All the superheroes in the room digested what they had just seen. It was Martian Manhunter who spoke first. "There was no duplicity in Wonder Woman's voice," He said monotonously. "I have concluded that the person on the video was indeed Wonder Woman and she is actually in danger." "Thank you," Green Lantern said to the Martian. "The question is now: who do we send to help her?" "It should be a small group," Green Arrow said. "Circe could take us all if she knew we were coming. A small team that can infiltrate her lair and find Wonder Woman is necessary. Maybe even one person should go." "Agreed," Hawkgirl said. "One person might be best. Someone that can blend into the shadows, bypass Circe's guards, and rescue Wonder Woman." "But who could do such a thing? And who is brave enough to go alone?" Vixen asked. Slowly, every other superhero turned their heads and looked at Batman. He looked behind himself, hoping there was someone else there. "...Me?" Batman asked tentatively. "I, uh, don't think that's a good idea." "I agree," Aquaman said with rancor. "Someone with a certain higher moral fiber should go. I volunteer." "Higher moral fiber..." Batman muttered. "Hey, fuck you." "I thought you already did that," Flash chimed in. "Oh wait, that was Mera." Aquaman's eyes flashed red as he stared at The Flash as the superhero laughed uproariously. Cyborg stifled a laugh. "No, Aquaman," Green Lantern said, suppressing a smile of his own. "This mission requires someone who can actually do things on land. It needs to be Batman." Aquaman opened his mouth to protest and then closed it. He seemed to know that Green Lantern had a point. Batman seemed almost desperate. Cyborg was confused; normally, Batman would jump at the chance for a solo mission. He always worked best alone. "But... but what about what Wonder Woman said? She said not to send me. She's pretty smart, maybe we should listen to her." "I thought about that," Green Lantern said. "She's in Circe's lair. I'd guess that she knew Circe might be listening and decided to throw her off by saying you shouldn't come. Batman is the last person Circe will be expecting!" All the superheroes murmured approval at Green Lantern's theory. All except for Batman, that is. "But... I... Shit," Batman said, his shoulders slumping. "Fine." "Good luck, Batman," Green Lantern said. "May you find great victory," Martian Manhunter added. "Fucking prick," Green Arrow muttered under his breath. *** Tommy stumbled through the thick underbrush of the Greek isle of Aeaea, wiping his suit with his hands disgustedly. 'Fuck teleporting,' He thought to himself. He hadn't wanted to teleport here, instead making up an excuse about tactical maneuverability in the Batwing to transport that way. It wasn't until the young guy, Cyborg, had pointed out that time was of the essence that Tommy had finally acquiesced to getting teleported here. That yellow shit gave him the creeps, though. Tommy finally neared a clearing and saw a large marble temple standing high in the air. It was a typical Greek structure but it was not ancient like any other that Tommy had seen in a history book: this one looked like it had been built yesterday. It was shining white, each one of its many pillars gleaming in the light. Tommy looked in both directions and then scampered towards the temple. As Tommy neared the door to the temple, he tried to read the markings that were transcribed along the side of the fantastic structure. 'This shit's all Greek to me,' He thought to himself. He entered the dark temple. Tommy was alarmed that there seemed to be no one there. He had expected guards and sentries but there was seemingly not a soul about. All he had seen were animals. Goats, cows, and pigs, lots of pigs. He didn't pay them any attention. Tommy continued forward into the temple, trying his best to tiptoe. Large torches blazed in the first room Tommy entered, illuminating tapestries. The thick rugs showed horrific sights: ships being led to their doom, men twisted in horrific shapes, and at the center of each one was a woman with purple hair. Tommy pulled out two batarangs and held them in his hand as he passed through the room. There was a long dark corridor ahead of him, with a glowing light at the end. Tommy worked his way slowly forward, getting closer and closer to the light. As he neared it, he recognized that it was the light from a large fire set in the middle of the next room. The room appeared to be a chapel of some kind: something was burning in the fire, giving the room an intense aroma. There was a large curtain cordoning off a corner of the room, a statue of some Greek god in the corner, Wonder Woman, a- "Wonder Woman!" Tommy shouted in surprise. He wasn't just surprised to see her; he was surprised to see that she was completely unharmed. She smiled at him, almost completely unconcerned. "It's good to see you, Batman," She said with genuine happiness. "Turns out it was a false alarm. There's no one here." Tommy wanted to be angry at Wonder Woman, angry that she had tricked him into getting fucked by Giganta, but right now he was simply wary. Why was she being nice to him? Wonder Woman had never treated him with anything other than barely held contempt. There was something off about her. "Let's get out of here," Wonder Woman said, grabbing Tommy by the hand. He jerked it away and peered at her. 'The cut,' He suddenly realized, 'Where's the cut below her cheek?' "What's wrong, Batman?" Wonder Woman asked, her face innocent. "It's me, Wonder Woman. Don't you trust me?" Tommy glared at the person who appeared to be Wonder Woman. "No," He said, and he raised his batarangs. Suddenly, Tommy was blasted with a pink light. It through him against the marbled wall of the temple. He fell to the floor with a heavy thud, groaning. He looked up to see Wonder Woman smiling down at him. A woman stood next to her and she too was smiling too. Tommy vaguely noticed that the second woman had purple hair. "Aww, a pity," The woman, presumably Circe, said. "We were hoping to trick you into taking Wonder Woman back to the Justice League lair so we could dispose of all of you. Oh well, guess we'll have to settle for the two of you. Isn't that right, Duke?" "I guess so," Wonder Woman said. Then she laughed and, as she did, she slowly morphed from Wonder Woman to a tall man, clad in a hoplite armor and a battle skirt. Jet black hair appeared from underneath his helmet and he had a mischievous smile on his face. Circe laughed as well, throwing her head back. Tommy got a good look at her and was taken aback by how beautiful she was. She was supposedly 3,000 years old but she barely looked 35. She had long, flowing purple hair that hung on her shoulders and haunting baby blue eyes. She wore a thin green tunic that flowed down her, exposing the contours of her breasts and her milky white thighs. Gold adorned her waist, wrists and neck. She was tall, large-breasted, and yet Tommy instinctively hated her. There was something about the way she looked at him that indicated the she thought she was better than him. "I bet you never thought you'd see me here, did you Batman?" The man called The Duke said. "...I don't know who you are," Tommy admitted. The man looked taken aback. "You should do your research!" He said. "You should know Wonder Woman's foes. Circe, Cheetah, Dr. Psycho, and, of course, The Duke of Deception." He bowed. "Dude, I've literally never heard of you," Tommy told him. "I'm very popular!" The Duke said. He kicked Tommy in the stomach. "Settle down, Duke," Circe chided her compatriot. Tommy tried to get up off the floor of the temple and Circe hit him with another blast of pink energy, dropping him to his knees. She directed two pieces of iron from the fire towards Tommy and they wrapped his wrists behind his back, restraining him. He gritted his teeth as he felt the hot metal burning through his armor. "Don't go anywhere, Batman," Circe said, taunting him. "I haven't yet shown you my newest prize." Circe cast her arm towards the curtain covering up one corner of the room, dropping it to the floor. Tommy's eyes widened with shock at what was behind it. "Wonder Woman!" He shouted. It was, indeed, Wonder Woman, but not how Tommy had never seen her. Wonder Woman was tied to the ceiling with her hands in the air. A gag was in her mouth and her legs were tied to pieces of iron in the floor, forcing them apart. He suit had a series of cuts in them, made by some object Tommy didn't recognize. She looked at Tommy not with contempt, not with anger, but with something Tommy had never seen in her before: she was pleading with her eyes for help. "Behold, the might Wonder Woman!" Circe shouted before laughing uproariously. The Duke or whoever laughed as well, throwing his head back. Tommy struggled against his bonds but couldn't release himself. "Did you know Wonder Woman's weakness?" Circe asked Tommy, taunting him. She was enjoying having the two heroes at her mercy. "Wonder Woman, the mighty Wonder Woman, loses all her power if she is tied up by a man. Those thin pieces of rope binding her hands make her worthless. Can you believe it?" Circe laughed again. "How stupid is that? Our mighty heroine, rendered helpless by simple man." "Not that simple," The Duke added in. He walked towards Tommy and leaned down, looking him in the eye. "Tying her up, however, was remarkably simple. All I had to do was impersonate someone she trusted, someone that she'd let her guard down around. Do you know who that person was?" The Duke smiled widely, his teeth gleaming. "It was you, Batman. She trusted you and that is what let us catch her. How does that make you feel?" The Duke waited, expecting an answer. He did not expect Tommy's head to come smashing into his teeth, dislodging two of them. The Duke fell to the ground, cursing. Circe burst out laughing, her cackle filling the room. As The Duke scrambled to his feet, he raised his hand to strike Tommy. Circe arrested his hand, however, holding it with her pink magic. "Now now, Duke, we mustn't disturb our guests," She said with remarkable calm. "Besides, there's still the matter of your reward." The Duke's demeanor changed at the talk of his reward. He smiled through blood-stained teeth. "That's right," He said with eagerness, "My reward!" Circe smiled and sashayed towards him. "What was it you asked for?" She placed her arms around him, bringing him close. The Duke seemed almost nervous to be this close to Circe. "Y-you said that if I helped you catch Wonder Woman then I could do whatever I wanted to you." "That's right," Circe said smokily. She looked at The Duke seductively, a piece of purple bang hanging in her eyes. "And what exactly do you want to do to me?" Tommy and Wonder Woman looked across the room at each other in confusion. This wasn't going to happen right in front of them, was it? Let's Be Batman Pt. 36 "I... I..." The Duke stammered at his words. "Did you want to do this to me?" Circe asked as she took one of The Duke's hands in her own. She brought his pointer finger up to her mouth and sucked on it softly. The Duke held his breath. He nodded vigorously. "How about this?" Circe asked, bringing herself close to The Duke. She ground herself against him, moaning softly. The Duke whimpered. "And how about... oh my, Duke! Do you really want to..." She leaned forward and whispered something into The Duke's ear. His eyes bulged. He stammered out, "Oh god, yes." "Oh Duke," Circe whispered into his ear. "You would want to do that to me. Because you're a man. And all men are pigs." Circe pushed The Duke away from her and pointed a long finger at him. His eyes shot wide with surprise as he was blasted with pink. Tommy and Wonder Woman's eyes shot wide with horror as The Duke was transformed, but not into Batman or Wonder Woman. Circe transformed him into a pig. Circe howled with laughter as her former partner screamed. The Duke ran from the temple, his squeals echoing in the hallway. As Circe continued to laugh with devilish delight, she turned her attention towards Tommy. "You men are so predictable," Circe told him. "People say that I have a mystical power over you men but the truth is I don't need any special power to make you do what I want. My mystical power are these and this." As Circe spoke, she gestured to her tits and pussy. "You'd all betray your own mother for a piece of this. But none of you will ever have it because you are all unworthy of it." Circe laughed, that irritating laugh that made Tommy grit his teeth. She continued. "Even now, tied up, your little Wonder Woman at my mercy, you're probably still thinking about fucking me. Aren't you, Batman?" Circe stood over Tommy, her long white legs just inches away from him. She lifted a leg and dug her high heel into his groin. Tommy groaned as the heel dug into the base of his dick. Circe smiled. "I bet looking at Wonder Woman all tied up really makes you hard, doesn't it?" Circe got on her knees besides Tommy and whispered into his ear. "Don't you like seeing Wonder Woman so helpless? I bet you've dreamed about fucking her hard, her begging you to stop as you roughly had your way with her." Tommy wondered if Circe could read minds or if she was just a very good guesser. "I think I'd like to see that too," Circe said. She got up and walked towards Wonder Woman. "Wouldn't you like to cum all over these Wonder Tits?" Circe asked, tearing at Wonder Woman's chestplate. Her breasts spilled out of her top. Wonder Woman gasped through her gag. "How long have you wanted to spank this Wonder ass?" Circe asked, spanking Wonder Woman harshly with her hand. Wonder Woman's eyes seemed to tear up at the impact. "I bet you'd just love to treat Wonder Woman like the slut that she is, show her that she's nothing but a worthless little whore," Circe stated. She looked Wonder Woman in the eye, their faces close. Then, without warning, Circe spit in Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman turned her head and then quickly returned it, glaring angrily at Circe. Circe only smiled in response. "Get over here," Circe commanded Tommy. He stayed on the ground, his arms clasped behind him. Circe angrily shot a pink beam at him, forcing him up and towards her. Tommy struggled but it was no use; he walked towards Circe and the captive Wonder Woman. When Tommy was near, Circe roughly tugged at his pants. She dropped them down to his thighs and then laughed with surprise. "Now Batman, I don't remember turning any part of you into an elephant," She said, staring at his cock. "Did you know that he was so big?" She asked Wonder Woman. "I bet you did, you little slut." Circe began to jerk Tommy's cock, trying to get him hard. He tried to fight his body but it was no use; he quickly became erect. Circe smiled as she watched his cock grow. Tommy tried to take solace in the fact that it wasn't her hand that made him hard; it was the idea of fucking Wonder Woman. "Like I said, you men are so predictable," Circe taunted him. She pulled Tommy by the cock behind Wonder Woman. As she held him with one hand, she ripped Wonder Woman's star-speckled panties down with the other. "Fuck her," Circe commanded. "Fuck this little slut now. Show her how worthless she is without her powers." Tommy stared at Circe in disbelief. "This is weird as fuck," was all he could really say. She blasted his dick with a pink beam, causing him excruciating pain. "Fuck her!" Circe shouted. "I want to see Wonder Woman for the whore she really is." As she spoke, Tommy noticed that Circe's nipples were very erect. 'She's getting off on this,' He thought. "I can't fuck her with my hands behind my back," Tommy said. Circe weighed this in her mind and then Tommy felt the irons on his hands fall away. As Tommy gripped his wrists, rubbing the hurt away, he slipped a batarang into his hand. "Fuck her," Circe said. She leaned up against a wall of the temple and slipped a hand underneath her tunic. Tommy saw it move as Circe began to masturbate, never taking her eye off Tommy & Wonder Woman. Tommy wasn't quite sure what to do. He thought he could free Wonder Woman while Circe was distracted. But part of him wanted to fuck Wonder Woman so badly, especially while she was tied up. His two halves wrestled with one another as his cock yearned for release. Tommy approached behind Wonder Woman, positioning himself behind her. He grabbed the bindings holding her hands with one hand, using it to balance himself, and with the other he positioned his dick at her pussy. Circe worked her hand quicker on her pussy as she saw Tommy arc his hips, preparing to thrust himself inside her nemesis... Suddenly, Tommy used the bindings holding Wonder Woman's hands to lift himself up into the air. He lunged towards Circe, his leg extended in a kick. He got perilously close before Circe was able to remove her hand from between her thighs and send Tommy flying backwards. He slammed against the wall and then was held in the air, helpless before Circe's wrath. "You bastard!" She howled at him, tightening her fist. Tommy could feel his body being crushed by an invisible fist. "You dare try touch me! You do not have the right to touch me! No man does!" She squeezed tighter. The pain was horrible, although Tommy felt a certain amount of pleasure in his still-erect dick. "Did you really think you could defeat me?!" Circe asked, her eyes full of rage. "Answer me, worm!" "...No," Tommy managed to eke out. "But maybe she could." As Tommy spoke, Circe became aware of a golden rope being flung around her. It tightened as Circe turned to face the rope's owner. "No!" She screamed as she saw Wonder Woman standing before her, freed. Wonder Woman moved faster than the eye could see as she tied Circe's arms to her sides, the rope completely ensnaring her. The lasso ensared Circe's waist, pushing her breasts up and pinning her arms to her sides. The Amazon then moved her bustier back, covering her breasts. When she finished, she stared at Circe with hate before turning her attention towards Tommy. "Here's your batarang," She said, flipping it towards him. "Thanks," He said, putting it back in its holster. In the back of his mind, he was sad that he wasn't going to fuck today. "As for you," Wonder Woman said, turning her attention towards Circe. She looked at her for a long while. "I have defeated you many times, Circe, and each time I have tried to rehabilitate you in the Amazon tradition. I have banished you from this planet, I have sent you to the pits with Hades, I have even tried to make you an Amazon in the hope of finding your humanity." "I actually liked being an Amazon," Circe interrupted, speaking quickly. "But I was overcome with the feeling that I wasn't worthy of it." Tommy looked at Wonder Woman, confused. Why would the sorceress say this? "Lasso of Truth," Wonder Woman explained. Tommy nodded. 'Of course,' He thought. "I have tried all these different methods, Circe, and nothing has worked," Wonder Woman continued. "I think maybe you need a punishment that I can not give out." Wonder Woman motioned for Tommy towards her. He obediently walked over, standing next to the Amazon. With a quick kick, Wonder Woman dropped Circe to her knees. "You have 30 minutes," Wonder Woman told Tommy. "30 minutes to what?" Tommy asked. These Greeks were so confusing. "30 minutes to what?" Circe asked. She seemed just as confused. Wonder Woman gestured down with her eyes. Tommy glanced down and realized that his stick was still hanging out. It was still hard. "Oh," Circe said. Her eyes went wide. "Oh!" Tommy said. He weighed the implications of this and then his smile went wide. "Your mistake is that you think I am not strong without my power," Wonder Woman told Circe. "Even without it, I am stronger than you could ever be. Without your power, you are weak, scared, and I have no pity for you." Wonder Woman leaned forward and grabbed Circe's mouth, forcing it open. Wonder Woman spit inside it and then turned and walked out of the chamber. Tommy stroked his cock as he looked at the captive sorceress on her knees in front of him. She looked up at his dick fearfully, her eyes glued to the tip of his rod. "W-what are you going to do to me?" She asked tentatively. "We men are so predictable," Tommy replied, "So why don't you tell me what I'm going to do to you?" Circe was compelled to respond truthfully. "You're probably going to fuck my mouth," She said, "Then you'll most likely fuck my pussy. Probably put it in my ass, too, even if I beg you not to. And I imagine you won't be very nice about it." 'Damn,' Tommy thought, 'She really is a good guesser.' Circe kept speaking her mind. "I'm scared of what your big cock will do to me. I haven't been fucked in a very long time. I say it's because no one is worthy but the reality is that I'm scared of being dominated. On the other hand, it makes me so, so wet. I don't know what I-" "Okay, shut up," Tommy said as he stepped towards Circe and rammed his cock inside her open mouth. He didn't wait for her to adjust to his dick in her mouth; he immediately grabbed two fistfuls of her purple hair and began to aggressively fuck her mouth. "Mmmphhh!!!" Circe managed out as Tommy's dick worked in and out of her throat. With her hands bound to her sides, Circe was completely helpless before Tommy. He enjoyed it, too. He wanted to make her feel just as powerless as she had made others feel for centuries. Circe's eyes swelled as she struggled to take Tommy's massive cock. Tommy felt spit dripping down his balls almost instantly. Circe's mouth quickly lubricated Tommy's dick, her throat making halting swallowing sounds every time his cock hit the back of her throat. He thrust his dick deep in her mouth and held it, his hand moving to her nose and cutting off her airway. Circe's eyes strained as she struggled to hold her breath. Finally, Tommy mercifully removed his cock from Circe's mouth. A long line of spit followed before breaking and landing on Circe's tits. Tommy rubbed it in, slipping his hand inside her tunic and gruffly grabbing a tit. Circe groaned as Tommy manhandled her. "You deserve this, you know that, don't you?" He asked her. Circe gasped out a reply. "I really do." Tommy placed 4 fingers of his gloved hand inside Circe's mouth, quickly thrusting them in and out. When they were coated with her spit, he brought them out and smeared them across Circe's face. She closed her eyes and looked disgusted as her spit was rubbed across her eyes, nose and forehead. When Tommy was finished, Circe opened her eyes. "Is this how I really make people feel?" She asked. Tommy nodded. "Fuck, I'm really evil," She said. Tommy nodded again and then returned his cock to Circe's mouth. She accepted him more readily this time, and gave no resistance when Tommy began to bob her head on his dick. He grabbed two handfuls of purple hair and thrust Circe over and over again on his cock. Circe's spit flowed down her mouth, covering her chin and dropping down to her tits. Tommy shoved Circe hard onto his dick, pressing her nose into his pubic hair. He held her for a moment and then released her. She threw herself off his dick and almost fell backwards. Breathing heavily, she looked up at Tommy through wet eyes. "Who's the worthless little whore now?" Tommy asked Circe while stroking his cock. "It's me," Circe said. The fact that she couldn't lie made Tommy incredibly turned on. "Say it," He demanded. "I'm a worthless little whore," Circe said, almost matter-of-factly. "Say it again," Tommy commanded. "I'm a worthless little whore!" Circe shouted. Tommy pulled Circe forward by her hair, dropping into a fuckable position. Circe landed with a thud, her hands unable to break her fall. Her face was pressed against the cold marble floor while her ass stuck up into the air. Tommy flipped her tunic over, exposing her ass, and moved behind her. He spanked her hard, as hard as she had spanked Wonder Woman. Circe squealed and reflexively moved her ass away from Tommy. "You deserve to be punished, don't you?" Tommy asked Circe. "Uh-huh," She squeaked out softly. Tommy spanked her hard once again. The red mark of his hand lingered on Circe's ass. "Louder," He told her. "I deserve to be punished," Circe said softly. Tommy spanked her again, hard. Circe's ass was a soft pink now. "Louder!" He yelled at her. "I'm an evil bitch and I deserve to be punished by your big cock!" Circe shouted back. Tommy was taken aback; that Lasso of Truth was really something. He certainly wasn't going to argue. "You know, you were wrong about one thing," Tommy told her, as he rubbed the tip of his dick against Circe's clit. She was still wet from humiliating Wonder Woman earlier. "What's that?" Circe asked genuinely. "I was never going to fuck your pussy," Tommy told her. Tommy knew that Circe was almost 3,000 years old. She had seen civilizations rise and fall. She had entertained (and tortured) some of the most powerful people in human history. There was almost nothing the great sorceress hadn't experienced. But Tommy discovered that through Circe's long and interesting life, she had never taken a cock in her ass. It was evident by how tight she was. Circe didn't even have time to register a complaint before she felt the pressure of Tommy's head pressing against her asshole. She screamed as Tommy's dick popped inside her, stretching her insides. Tommy held his breath as he felt her ass adjust to his cock. He grabbed her roughly by both hips and began to push. Circe yelped with every push as Tommy's dick went deeper and deeper inside her, his dick soon halfway inside her. "Do you like my cock in your ass?" Tommy asked her, grabbing her by her hair and lifting her head up from the marble floor. "Y-yes, it feels... it feels good," She said, the lasso betraying her. Tommy smiled and thrusted deeper, his cock disappearing inside Circe's ass. He held onto her hair as his dick thrust all the way inside her, his hips slapping against her ass. Circe shuddered and she yelled something in a language Tommy didn't understand. He began to fuck her ass, pulling about halfway out before thrusting all the way back in. The collision of hips and ass echoed in the temple. "I love your cock in my ass!" Circe screamed. In response, Tommy slapped her ass hard, the force stinging his hand. Circe screamed again and Tommy began to fuck her harder. Circe's arms still pinned to her sides by Wonder Woman's lasso, she was completely at Tommy's mercy. He had none for her. Tommy's dick pounded inside Circe with a ferocity Tommy didn't know he had. The sorceress's screams had devolved into a low, monotonous moan that escaped her lips every time he shoved himself deep inside her. Tommy pushed her head back down to the floor, her ass still sticking up into the air. Tommy fucked her, his balls slapping against her pussy while his dick continued to assault Circe's ass. With her face down and ass up, the top of Tommy's dick was sliding along the side of her asshole as it entered her. He gritted his teeth at the sensation. "Unh, unh, unh," Circe continued to moan repeatedly as Tommy had his way with her. Tommy contorted himself and worked his leg around so that he could place one of his heavy armored boots on Circe's head. He held her in place with his foot and tried his best to fuck her. The position was honestly kind of awkward for Tommy but the idea of dominating this ancient sorceress was enough to make up for it. Circe seemed to get off on it, anyway; Tommy heard her voice shake. Below him, Tommy could see Circe straining her arms, trying desperately to get her hands on her pussy. Tommy buried himself deep inside Circe, causing her to almost sob in pleasure. "Do you want to cum?" Tommy asked, taunting her. Circe nodded, her eyes closed. "Do you want me to work your pussy with my hand?" Tommy asked. As he asked, he moved his hand down to her pussy. Circe's breathing became ragged. "You would want me to do that," Tommy said, "Because you're Circe. And deep down, underneath all your attitude, you're a little whore." Tommy removed his hand from Circe's pussy and fucked her as fast as he could, his hip aching at the awkward position he was in. As he fucked her, Tommy could see that a small pool of drool was forming on the tile next to Circe's face. Tommy didn't think she knew where she was right now. He eventually abandoned his position and removed his foot from Circe's head, returning to kneeling position behind her. "Fuck my cock," Tommy demanded. Circe complied as best she could, although it was difficult being tied down as she was. She worked her hips back on Tommy's cock, pulling him out so that Tommy could see the very tip of his dick before thrusting as far as she could back on it. Tommy spanked her occasionally as she pierced herself with his spear, turning her ass a bright pink. Circe's rhythmic moaning continued. Tommy began to fuck Circe back once more, his hips and her ass slamming together loudly in the chamber. The roaring fire in the center of the room and their moans filled the air but Tommy could have sworn he heard another person moan off in the distance. He was far too distracted to listen to that, though, and he kept fucking Circe roughly. As Tommy pounded Circe's ass, she slowly began to scoot forward on the slick tile. Tommy went with her, gradually lying on top of Circe. He put his weight on top of her and kicked her legs together, groaning at the unbelievable tightness that surrounded his dick. He struggled simply to move his prick in Circe's ass and she began to screech. Tommy could feel Circe shaking and realized that his cock in her ass was actually going to make her cum. He struggled to control his own orgasm at the realization. "You have to ask my permission to cum," Tommy told her, slowing his thrusting. Circe whimpered. "Please let me cum," She begged, trying in vain to thrust herself up onto Tommy's cock. "Are you going to be a good little slut from now on?" Tommy asked, beginning to fuck her a little faster. "I'll be such a good little slut for you, Batman!" Circe said breathlessly. "I'll change my ways and I'll fuck whoever wants me. Please, just let me cum!" "Cum," Tommy demanded. Almost as the words escaped his lips Circe began to orgasm, bucking her hips up against Tommy's dick. He fucked her back quickly, driving himself down inside her tight asshole. Circe screamed into the tile below her as her body pulsated pleasure. Tommy pulled her hair, sending her screams up into the air. Tommy could feel his cock twitching and he knew he was going to cum. He pulled himself out of Circe's ass and hopped up to his feet, a hand shooting to his cock and stroking it furiously. His other hand never left Circe's hair and she was dragged up to her knees. She squealed in surprise, her orgasm interrupted, and she looked up at Tommy in surprise. Her eyes met his right as he began to cum on her face. Let's Be Batman Pt. 36 The first spurt of cum actually flew over Circe, shooting almost 5 feet in the air and landing on the marble tile behind her. The rest splattered on Circe's face as Tommy never stopped jerking his dick. The cum was splattered on Circe's white face and purple hair, a small dollop landing in one of her baby blue eyes. She screamed in surprise and shut her eye tightly, her hand unable to wipe it out of her eye. Tommy shot wave after wave over her, burying her face with his cum. As the last bit began to spill out of Tommy's cock, he moved Circe's head close to his dick. She obediently opened her mouth and Tommy deposited the last little bit of his cum inside her mouth before he suddenly began to aggressively fuck her mouth one last time, Circe breathing harshly around his cock as he fucked her throat. Tommy moved his quickly softening cock out of her mouth and Circe gasped for breath, the cum that he deposited spilling out of her mouth. Still never letting go of her hair, Tommy walked past Circe, pulling her along with him. She struggled to turn around and shuffle on her knees with him, trying to keep up with him. He dragged her 5 feet away, where his cum had landed after flying over her head. "Lick it up," Tommy commanded. The sorceress looked at Tommy and for a moment he thought she would balk but then she obediently leaned down to the floor. Tommy finally let go of her hair and Circe dipped down and, never breaking eye contact, licked the long trail of Tommy's cum off the ground. "Gargle it," Tommy commanded. Circe tilted her head back dramatically. The gargling noise echoed in the chamber. "Now spit it out," Tommy told her. "You don't deserve to swallow my cum." Circe at once opened her mouth. Tommy's cum slowly fell out of her mouth, landing on one of the sorceress's perfect breasts. "Have you learned your lesson?" Tommy asked Circe, the great Circe, her face covered in her spit and his cum. "Yes, sir," She replied. *** Tommy left Circe in the central room of the temple and walked towards the exit. Wonder Woman was leaning against a pillar outside, waiting for him. "Everything's clear on this island," She told him. "You were out here the whole time?" Tommy asked. He was still thinking about the third voice he had heard before. "Of course," Wonder Woman said, straightening up stiffly. "How was Circe's... punishment?" Tommy didn't say anything; he simply smiled. Wonder Woman rolled her eyes. "I would never do something like this normally," She told him. "But Circe is a special case and her torture revealed to me how she really felt. It was only to help her, you understand." "Sure thing," Tommy said. "I don't think either one of us enjoyed putting her through that." Wonder Woman frowned at Tommy. Then her face softened and she began to speak. "I... I wanted to say that I appreciate the way you... that even after the run-ins we've had together that you didn't... what I mean to say is..." "You're welcome," Tommy said. Wonder Woman smiled at him. Tommy's heart couldn't help but skip a beat. "Thank you." Then her face got incredibly serious and Tommy's heart couldn't help but stop. "But if you ever tell anyone about this I'll-" "Not a soul," Tommy said. He crossed his heart with his hand. "Good," Wonder Woman replied. "I'll take care of Circe from here. Hopefully we can get these animals turned back into people. ...Except for The Duke, maybe." Wonder Woman walked through the entrance of the temple. As she did, Tommy called out to her. The Amazon turned and looked at him. "Are you sure there was no one else in the temple while I was in there with Circe?" He asked her. Wonder Woman shook her head. "Oh, okay," Tommy said, smiling slightly. "By the way, you missed a little bit down there." Tommy strode away, calling for Cyborg to teleport him back, as Wonder Woman hurriedly wiped away the drizzle of cum that was running down her leg. Let's Be Batman Pt. 37 Tommy was feeling stumped. He admittedly felt that way most of the time but tonight he was feeling particularly vexed. Four things were currently indecipherable in his brain: 1) Black Canary had been cold & distant ever since that night in Ra's Al Ghul's lair. Tommy had tried to engage her both verbally and physically and she had rejected him. Tommy didn't know why. 2) The Mad Hatter had seemingly vanished after running amok in Gotham the night before. Tommy didn't know where he was. 3) Lex Luthor was looking for something in Gotham and had tried to get "Batman" out of the way. Tommy & Barbara Gordon didn't know what he was after. And Tommy STILL wasn't sure which, if any, member of the Justice League might be working with him. The third mystery led into the fourth: Barbara had tasked Tommy with tracking down The Riddler and coercing him into helping them find out what Luthor was after. She insisted that Batman was the only person The Riddler would meet with, as Batman was the only person The Riddler respected. The two had matched wits many times before, Barbara said, and The Riddler believed Batman to be quite intelligent. "Hopefully he doesn't figure out the truth," Barbara had said earlier. "Hey..." Tommy was muttering as he traversed Gotham, hours later. The Riddler was both easily tracked down and impossible to find. He compulsively always left a clue at his previous lair that led to his next one. If Tommy could solve the riddle, he'd be golden. But, like always, Tommy was stumped. "What can travel around the world while staying in a corner?" Tommy stared at the riddle. He fucking hated riddles. They made him feel, like, dumb and stuff. He stared at the clue, embossed on a 8 1/2 x 11 card, and tried to decipher it. Actually, he mostly thought about tits, but occasionally he tried to decipher the puzzle. 'What stays in a corner?' He thought to himself. '...Baby? No, you're not supposed to put her in a corner. ...Tits? Goddammit, try to focus. Stays in a corner... go to a corner... go to your corner... GOT IT!!!' Tommy quickly got on the comm and contacted Barbara Gordon. "Barb! I went to The Riddler's last known location and found a clue that leads to his next hideout. Where's the nearest boxing ring?" "Boxing Ring?" Barbara responded after a brief moment. She sounded like she was having dinner. "That doesn't sound like somewhere The Riddler would be. Are you sure you got the riddle right?" "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," Tommy said, sounding offended. "Geez, give me a little credit." Barbara paused. "Go ahead and read the riddle back to me," She told him. Tommy sighed and began to read the card. "'What can travel around the world while staying in a cor-" "A stamp," Barbara said, cutting him off. Tommy stared at the card. 'Fuck, that makes a lot more sense,' Tommy thought. "Why did you think it was a boxing ring?" Barbara asked. She sounded like she was trying not to laugh. Tommy felt very sheepish. "You know, because boxers have to, like, go to a corner during a bout." "And boxers travel around the world?" Barbara said. She was laughing openly now. "Yeah," Tommy said, feeling defensive. "You know, to fight... shut up," He said quietly. "Okay, okay, so we got that riddle solved. You know where to head to next?" Barbara asked him, her laughter dying down. "Of course I do," Tommy replied. His pride was hurt. "The answer was 'stamp' so I need to head to... to..." "A post office," Barbara finished. There was clicking on her end of the line. "There's an abandoned post office not to far from you, at Cross & Wayne. And Batman," She said, her voice quivering, "Don't try to match wits with The Riddler. He's incredibly bright and you're... well..." "I'll be fine," Tommy said quickly. "He's a nerd, right? I know how to handle nerds. That was like the only thing I learned how to do in high school. Didn't you?" "I graduated high school when I was 15, so..." Barbara said nonchalantly. "Oh," Tommy said. He felt dumb once again. "Call me if you have any more riddles," Barbara said, her voice quivering as she signed off. Tommy hung up and headed for the post office. 'I fucking hate riddles,' He thought. *** Diedre Vance & Nina Damfino could not have predicted 6 months ago that they would be sitting in an abandoned post office, working for a man who dressed entirely in green and obsessed with puzzles, but life has a funny way of surprising you. The two henchwomen had met at, oddly enough, a dominatrix club. Diedre, blonde & fair, had worked the front desk while Nina, darker with short black hair, had been one of the club's most in-demand workers. The two had struck up a friendship and, when an aggressive customer refused to accept that Diedre wasn't available for work and had gotten violent, Nina had responded by sticking him in the dick with a knife. The two had been on the run ever since and had wound up impressing The Riddler when they tried to stick him up outside of a bank. The villain didn't give him the cash; instead, he offered them jobs. Overall, the gig wasn't bad for the two. The Riddler, while eccentric, was generally kind. He paid them on time, his jobs were always immaculately planned, and he never laid a finger on them. It could certainly be worse, as henchpeople for The Joker could certainly attest. The Penguin's probably made more money but they had to deal with The Penguin's grabby hands (plus they all ended up dead) and Two-Face's people never knew who they were going to deal with. No, dealing with The Riddler was as good as it was going to get for a Gotham City henchperson. Of course, the job had its downsides. The outfit, for one. Both women had to wear a skintight green bathing suit with large "?" emblazoned on the front, along with domino masks and fishnet stockings. They looked good but it was hard to fight in: Diedre managed alright with her tall, slender frame but Nina was constantly worried that her large breasts would spill out of her top and she was constantly picking a wedgie out of her voluptuous ass. The lone piece of flair they were allowed was the policeman's cap that Diedre had picked up on their first caper; she convinced The Riddler to let her keep it by telling him it could be a riddle as to why she was wearing it. He liked that. The nicknames were another annoyance. Diedre & Nina were not good enough for The Riddler, of course not. They simply HAD to go by Query & Echo. Diedre, now Query, made sense, but when Nina asked The Riddler why she was named Echo he simply smiled and told her to solve it. Diedre had barely held Nina back from punching their boss. And then there were the riddles. God, the riddles. People thought The Riddler left riddles at his crimes to taunt the police and the superheroes that patrolled Gotham, to prove some sort of point about how smart he was, but the truth was he couldn't help himself. The man was compulsive, constantly answering questions in the form of riddles. This wasn't so grating most of the time, but when you as your boss where to go to escape the police cars behind you and he answers by telling you about a man with 7 wives it could be a little irritating. Both Query & Echo liked their boss but they were never quite sure of what he was going to do. He could either do the smart thing or the compulsive thing. And now, as they watched Batman swinging upside down in one of The Riddler's immaculate traps, they hoped to God that he'd do the smart thing. "Riddle me this, Query," The Riddler was saying, a wide smile on his face. He spun his cane as he presented his riddle. "When I'm metal or wood, I help you get home. When I'm flesh and I'm blood, In the darkness I roam." "A bat," Query replied after a moment of thought. She couldn't help but feel a certain thrill when The Riddler nodded in approval. She couldn't help it; she loved riddles. "That's right, a bat," The Riddler said as he watched Batman try in vain to pull himself up and undo the rope that was holding him. Batman flailed and then gave up, hanging upside down by one foot. "I didn't come here to fight," Batman said. "I came here for help." "Help?" The Riddler said, pausing the twirling of his cane. "Oh Batman, I agree that you need a fair bit of help right now." The Riddler acted confident but Echo knew that her boss's interest was piqued. "What sort of help did you need?" The Riddler asked, trying not to sound interested. Batman began to speak. "Lex Luthor is trying to get his hands on something in Gotham and I need to find out what. I was hoping that you could help." Query & Echo eyed their boss carefully. The smart thing to do would be to say no. The compulsive thing... The Riddler began to speak. "When you have me you want to share me When you share me I no longer exist..." "Echo?" The Riddler asked his buxom assistant. She sighed angrily; she hated riddles. She was surprisingly good at them but still, answering them constantly was incredibly grating. But she knew that not answering would kill The Riddler so she tersely replied, "A secret." "Indeed," The Riddler said, stroking his chin. "Lex Luthor has a secret and, given that Batman has come to me for help, it must be a good one..." The Riddler trailed off, his mind already working. Query & Echo were worried; they knew that this was just the kind of thing someone like Batman would say to distract their boss, to throw him off. They tried urgently to get him back on track. "Boss," Echo said, "Remember that we have plans ahead." The three were due to knock over a train carrying an assortment of bonds the next night; their carefully-planned heist had to go on as scheduled. Echo's words seemed to have their effect on The Riddler. "I'm sorry, Batman, but I'm afraid my assistant is right. I'm a little too tied up to help you right now. Or to free you, as well. You're going to hang here for a very long time." Both Query & Echo breathed a sigh of relief. "...Unless you are able to answer the following riddle." Query grimaced. Echo muttered a profanity under her breath. "A riddle? Goddammit," Batman said as he swung lightly from side to side. "I fucking hate riddles." The Riddler began to recite a riddle. It was one of his favorites and one both Query & Echo had heard before. "What is the beginning of eternity, the end of time an-" "I figured you wouldn't be able to help me," Batman said, interrupting him. "It probably wouldn't matter, anyway. If The Cluemaster couldn't figure out what Luthor was up to then certainly you wouldn't have been able to." He let the words hang in the air. Echo winced when she heard the name. "The... The Cluemaster?" The Riddler said in disbelief. "You went to THE CLUEMASTER before you came to me?" His face turned red. Batman, still hanging upside down, nodded. "Well of course I went to The Cluemaster first. I needed the best." Query held her breath. "The be... I'M THE BEST!" The Riddler yelled. "I'VE BEFUDDLED AND VEXED THE GREATEST CRIMEFIGHTERS IN THE WORLD!!! I HAVE PLANNED THE GREATEST CAPERS THE WORLD HAS EVER SEEN!!! I'M THE RIDDLER, DANG IT!!! NO ONE IS BETTER THAN ME!!!" The Riddler was apoplectic now, and both henchwomen went to his side to calm him down. "I guess we'll never know, since you won't help," Batman said. There was a long silence and then Batman grabbed something from his utility belt and held it out. It looked like a memory stick. The Riddler stomped forward and snatched it from his hand. Query & Echo both sighed. Their boss had done the compulsive thing. "I'll show you who the best is," The Riddler said. He fiddled with the memory stick, turning it over in his hands. He put it in his suit pocket but kept his hand inside, fiddling with it. "And I'll leave you here hanging until I figure out what exactly is going on." The Riddler motioned to Query & Echo and they headed for the door. The two walked out, irritated that their upcoming heist was surely going to be foiled by The Riddler's obsession with his newest puzzle. They were even more irritated when they heard The Riddler speak from behind them: "...Unless you are able to solve the following riddle." Query threw up her hands. Echo yelled, "For fuck's sake," loudly into the air. The Riddler began to recite a riddle. It was another one of his riddles and one Query & Echo had heard before. "I have billions of eyes, Yet I live in darkness. I have millions of ears, Yet only four lobes. I have no muscle, Yet I rule two hemispheres. What am I?" Query & Echo stood impatiently by the door, waiting for a reply. There was silence. The Riddler leaned on his cane impatiently. The silence hung heavily in the air. The henchwomen slowly walked back towards Batman and their boss, trying to figure out why he wasn't responding. It was a relatively simple riddle and one the detective should be able to solve easily. "Well?" The Riddler asked impatiently. Batman finally spoke. "Fuck your riddles," He said. "I'm not answering." "...What?" The Riddler said. His face fell. "I told you, I hate riddles," Batman told him. "They're stupid and I'm not playing." Query & Echo made their way back to their boss's side and were looking at each other worriedly. No one had ever refused to answer a riddle. They weren't sure how their boss would react. "But..." The Riddler said softly, "You have to. I need you to." The Riddler was starting to sweat. "No," Batman said. The Riddler began to get worked up once again. "Answer the riddle!" He yelled. "Answer it! Answer it! Answer it!" His face was beet red now. "Nope," Batman said. "Here, I'll give you an easier one," The Riddler said. He recited another riddle: "What belongs to you, But is used by others?" "Don't care," Batman said. His own face was turning redder from being hung upside for so long. The Riddler dropped down to his knees, looking Batman in the eye. "Please, Batman," The Riddler began to plead, "Please answer the riddle. I can't leave until you answer a riddle. Please. Please, I beg you." "Nah," Batman said. The Riddler's voice cracked. He sounded like he was going to cry. "Please! I'll give you anything! I'll solve your puzzle! I'll turn myself into the police! You can take from me whatever you want! I just need you to guess!" "N- wait, really?" Batman asked. He seemed to be considering The Riddler's offer. "...Can I fuck them if I guess?" Batman gestured towards Query & Echo. Both of them stood up straighter and looked at each other, shocked. "Fuck them?" The Riddler said, looking back at his two henchwomen. "If it means you'll guess then yes, absolutely!" "Wait, what the fuck?" Echo said. Query covered her mouth with her hand as The Riddler recited another riddle. "What gets broken without being held?" "Wait, there's no way Query & I are-" Echo began to say. "An arrow?" Batman guessed. "Thank God!" The Riddler shouted. "You're wrong, of course, I mean completely off, but at least you guessed!" The Riddler stood up and wiped his brow. "Now I can get started on this little puzzle." The Riddler held up the memory stick and began to walk out of the back room. "Ahem," Batman said, still swinging from the ceiling. The Riddler turned and saw Batman, then looked at his assistants. "Echo, Query, go ahead and fuck Batman for me. A deal's a deal," He said. Then The Riddler turned and walked out of the room, still fiddling with the memory stick. Query & Echo, their jaws dropped, stared at one another. They slowly turned and looked at Batman. The superhero shrugged. "We have the worst boss ever," Echo grumbled. "Echo, we don't actually have to..." Query said, looking at her partner for reassurance. "Absolutely not," Echo said. She could find another supervillain to work for. Maybe someone who's not, you know, crazy. She was already wondering how exactly to write "henchwoman" on her resume when Batman spoke. "It's okay, you don't have to," He said. "Of course, then you'll never know the greatest riddle of all..." Query couldn't help herself. She loved riddles. "What riddle is that?" "How big is Batman's dick?" Batman said. "...That's not a riddle," Echo said. Still, both women could feel their curiosity aroused. Something else was aroused, too; neither had been laid in a while, finding The Riddler unappealing and having little time to go meet men. Plus, c'mon, it was Batman. Every woman in Gotham had probably thought about Batman's dick at least once in their lives. Query & Echo were no different. Query fiddled with her policeman's cap. Echo adjusted her gloves. "Well..." Query began. "I mean, he's all tied up..." Echo continued. The two looked at each other and began to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. They both knew the smart thing would be to walk out of there, to leave Batman and re-join their boss at their next hideout. They did the compulsive thing instead. "Don't you move," Echo threatened Batman. He looked at her with exasperation. "I'm hanging upside down, what the fuck am I going to do?" He asked. Query & Echo slowly made their way over to Batman. With him hanging upside down his groin was at their Echo's eye level. Query had to bend her knees slightly. The taller henchwoman tentatively put her gloved hand on Batman's groin and then pulled it away quickly. "What the..." Query muttered. She looked at Echo wide-eyed. Echo reached her hand up inside Batman's suit bottoms and her eyes soon shot wide as well. "We have the best boss ever," Echo told her companion. As she said this, she pulled out Batman's dick. Despite Batman's red face, not all of the blood in his body was pooled in his head. There was still at least a fairly large amount in his dick, engorging it and making it hard for Echo to wrap her hand around. His balls hung down on either side of his cock, almost like a set of ear muffs. Both Query & Echo were fascinated by it. "I was not expecting this," Query said softly. "Look at this vein!" Echo exclaimed, pointing at the long vertical vein that ran along the top of Batman's dick. Echo held Batman's cock higher so her partner could see it. Query put her hand to her chest. "Look at this!" Query said. She ducked lower and put her face up against Batman's dick. It ran from her chin to the top of her hair. The cock rested on her face, covering her left eye. Echo laughed. "I want to try!" She said. Query moved aside and let Echo take a turn. The henchwoman rested the cock on her face as well, feeling the tip pushing her black bangs out of the way. Echo laughed and, as she pulled her face away, she extended her tongue and licked Batman's dick from shaft to tip in one long stroke. Batman shuddered. As Echo's tongue left Batman's cock his dick fell, slapping against his stomach. "Ooh, I think he liked that," Echo said. Query followed suit, taking Batman's cock in her hand and giving it a long lick along the top side of his shaft. The thin blonde smiled at her companion. "I think you're right," She said. Query let go of Batman's dick, letting it fall back to his stomach. "Let's see if he likes this," Echo said while smiling. She took Batman's cock in her hand and rested the tip in her mouth. The tip of his dick rested against her tongue. She slowly pushed her head forward, taking more of him in her mouth. Below her, she heard Batman gasp. Echo had to stretch her mouth wide to take his dick, sticking her tongue out and craning her jaw to accept his girth. She pushed as hard as she could, grabbing Batman by the hips to prevent him from swinging away. She managed to fit three-quarters of him in her mouth until she felt him touching her throat. Echo pulled him out of her mouth, coughing slightly. She looked at Query and saw her compatriot staring at her, her eyes wide. Let's Be Batman Pt. 37 "I don't think I can do that," Query said, her voice full of disbelief. "Sure you can," Echo encouraged her. "Sure you can," Batman said at the same time. His face was somehow getting redder. Echo continued to hold Batman in place while Query took off her policeman's cap and tossed it on the floor. She grabbed Batman's dick with two fingers in one hand and gingerly placed it in her mouth. Her mouth had to strain to take just his head in her mouth. Her eyes widened through her domino mask and she attempted to push herself deeper on Batman's dick. "Mmmm mmmmph," Query said with the cock in her mouth. "I know, it's big," Echo responded. Query pushed her head forward, attempting to take more of Batman's dick in her mouth. She reached halfway and suddenly began to cough, pulling herself off the cock and coughing further. She spat on the floor of the post office and wiped her mouth. "I gagged," She said with embarrassment. Her cheeks reddened, either from the coughing or because she was ashamed. "Try it again," Echo encouraged her. Query took Batman's cock once again and held it, firmer this time. Her had wrapped around it, her thumb and middle finger not quite touching. The partners looked at each meaningfully before Query pushed herself on Batman's thick dick, jamming it halfway in her mouth almost instantly. Query stuck there for a moment before she exhaled deeply and then pushed deeper. Her eyes strained, quickly tearing up, but she managed to push deeper and deeper until she reached the wet mark that marked Echo's effort. "Good girl," Echo told her. Query looked at her, smiling on Batman's cock, and then suddenly Query's eyes went wide with surprise and she moaned on the dick. Echo looked down and saw that Batman had reached up and moved the bottom of Query's suit aside, slipping a gloved finger inside Query's pussy. "Mmmm," Query said, not trying to speak with a dick in her mouth but simply moaning as Batman began to finger her. She started to bob her head on his dick, jerking him in time with her head movements. Echo, somewhat jealous that Query was getting all the attention, yanked her own suit to the side. Her pussy lips exposed, she stepped towards Batman and hit his head with her thigh. "Me too," She said. Batman craned his neck forward and opened his mouth, his tongue quickly finding Echo's flared pussy. It took Batman a second to adjust to eating a pussy while hanging upside down but he quickly found a rhythm. Echo struggled to not collapse as she felt Batman's tongue caressing her clit. Query, still moaning, her mascara beginning to run down her face, had gotten somewhat used to sucking Batman's massive cock. Her tongue flicked against the top of his head as his dick exited her mouth before flattening in her mouth as she accepted his length. She eventually pulled his dick all the way out, jerking it quickly with her hand. She offered the cock to her friend, Echo eagerly accepting it into her mouth. Query placed a hand on her knee, trying to stay upright as Batman's finger assaulted her pussy. Echo deepthroated Batman, trying to take him as far as she could. The Caped Crusader moaned into her pussy, causing her to moan onto his cock. Echo managed to take Batman's entire cock into her throat, the skin of his balls resting against her upper lip. Echo began to thrust herself onto Batman's dick, throating herself again and again. Query watched, clearly impressed. "Jesus," She whispered, her knees beginning to shake. Batman & Echo continue to 69 each other. Query used a free hand and began to fondle her friend through her suit, Echo's erect nipples standing out through the thin fabric. Echo moaned harshly, her moan garbled due to the cock in her throat. It would have been quite the sight if anyone had happened to wander inside the abandoned post office at that moment: Batman, hanging upside down, eating out one of The Riddler's henchwomen while he fingered the other, his cock being sucked, bits of spit spilling down onto him. None of them seemed to appreciate the weirdness: they were all too busy groaning in pleasure to process it. Echo finally pulled Batman's dick out of her mouth, her legs spread wide to allow Batman access. Query had leaned over onto her, using her friend to hold herself up. "Think we should let him down?" Echo asked her partner. Query bit her lip and nodded. Echo reached up and began to untie the knot that had trapped Batman. The superhero removed his head from between Echo's thighs and placed his hands on the ground. As the knot loosened, Batman fell to the floor; his hands caught him and he rolled onto his back, lying flat on the ground. Echo & Query quickly got on their knees on either side of him. "Mind if I go first?" Echo asked her partner while she slowly jerked Batman's cock. "Okay," Query said, masking her disappointment. "Sure," Echo said. "Does that sound good, Batman? Do you want me to hop up and down on your... Batman?" The two villainesses looked at Batman curiously. He looked out of it. "Sorry..." He said. "Blood is... fuck, my legs are asleep." Both henchwomen laughed. Echo tore at the fishnets covering her pussy, creating a nice-sized hold, and then lifted her tanned leg. She swung it over Batman so that she was facing away from him. Echo positioned Batman's dick underneath herself and slowly dropped herself onto it. "Jesus..." Echo groaned. "Christ," Query said as she saw Batman's cock spread Echo wide. The curvy henchwoman gritted her teeth as she dropped herself down onto Batman's cock. Each time she dropped she held herself there, allowing her body to adjust to Batman's girth. "It's so big..." Echo groaned as she began to fuck Batman slightly faster. Her curvy ass faced Batman and he reached out and gripped it, his hands gruffly gripping her. Echo ripped the front of her suit, freeing her ample breasts from their prison. Query quickly popped a breast inside her mouth, sucking it softly. Echo held her other breast in her hand as she hopped. Echo gradually found herself bottoming out on Batman. One of Echo's hands dipped and began to rub Echo's clit, causing her to moan louder. Batman began to push up as Echo came down, causing their hips to slap together. "We have the best boss EVER!" Echo yelled in delight. Her mouth still on Echo's breast, Query moaned in agreement. Batman began to push up harder, causing ECho's head to bounce wildly. Her short black hair bounced into her face and Echo tried her best to blow it out of the way. She soon gave up, however, and simply began to enjoy the ride. Batman reached up and grabbed Echo's hands, pulling her backwards. She couldn't bounce any longer but it was no matter; Batman was fucking upwards furiously, sending Echo's large breasts bouncing wildly. Query removed her head off Echo's breast and dropped her head lower. She stuck out her tongue and began to lick Echo's clit as Batman fucked her. Occasionally, Query dipped lower and ran her tongue along Batman's shaft as it disappeared in and out of Echo. Echo's pussy juice ran down the cock and Query savored its sweetness. "I'm gonna... oh fuck..." Echo said softly. Query was surprised; she knew that Echo had always had to fake her orgasms when she worked as a dominatrix. Echo had no reason to fake it now, though; Batman's big dick was going to make her cum. Query couldn't wait for her turn. Echo tried to lift herself off Batman's dick as she began to cum, her nerves overstimulated and driving her wild. Batman followed her up, though, fucking her ferociously with his massive member. Query tasted her friend's cum on her tongue and tried to lick faster. Eventually, though, Echo's wild thrashings pushed Query away. Query landed on her ass, wiping her mouth of juices. "Fuuuuck!!!!" Echo screamed as Batman thrusted inside her, her orgasm surging through her. Echo's hair was damp with sweat and she convulsed, falling backwards on Batman's chest. Batman's dick fell out of her and Echo moaned wildly, writhing on top of Batman. She eventually fell to the side, landing on her side. She twitched periodically as the last sensations of her orgasm swept through her. Batman lifted himself up onto his elbows groggily and searched for the other member of The Riddler's gang. He found Query on her back, her suit completely removed. She only wore her fishnets and her domino mask and she beckoned Batman to come forward. "My turn!" She said enthusiastically. Batman stumbled to his knees, shaking his legs to get the blood flowing, and clambered on top of Query. He positioned himself between her legs and she grabbed his dick, directing him towards her wet pussy. Batman tossed his cape out of the way and braced his hips. "Oh my God!" Query squealed as Batman's dick popped inside her. Her arms gripped his tightly as he expanded her insides. He was holding himself up by his arms, giving himself plenty of room to take in Query's body as it quivered underneath him. He pushed himself in slowly, almost gently. Query thought that he seemed understanding of how big he was to a thin girl like her. "Does that feel good?" Batman asked. "Uh-huh," Query squeaked, her eyes shut tightly. She spread her legs out to the side, coming close to doing the splits, to try to allow Batman more room for his massive cock. He gritted his teeth and pushed in deeper. He was almost all the way in when Query felt him bottom out inside her and her back arced in pleasure. Batman began to thrust harder now, not quite bottoming out again. He thrusted inwards quickly and then slowly pulled out, his dick touching ever nerve in Query's pussy on the way. Query's high-pitched moans filled the air and her hands ran through her long blonde hair. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Echo asked, crawling on her hands and knees from the scene of her own orgasm. Query opened her eyes and looked at her partner; she could only moan, not speak, so she nodded her head quickly instead. Echo made her way to Query and kissed her, their tongues intertwining. Batman's pace picked up at the sight of this, causing Query to moan into Echo's mouth. Batman adjusted himself, sitting up and pulling Query toward him. He held onto her thighs as they stretched out to the side beyond him. He began to fuck the henchwoman faster, Query's screams intensifying as her pussy was stretched again and again. Query's jaw tightened, giving her screams a harsh intensity. Echo moved her head down closer to the action, resting her cheek on Query's pelvis. Batman quickly thrust deep inside Query and then pulled all the way, his cock shooting towards Echo's mouth. "Mmmm," Echo moaned as Batman's dick found her mouth once again. Batman pushed deep inside, Echo's tongue running along the side of his cock. Echo greedily sucked his dick. Query's juices tasted so sweet. Batman pulled out of Echo's mouth and thrusted himself back inside Query. Even in that brief amount of time Query's pussy walls had begun to contract. Batman's dick forced its way deep inside, making Query howl. Her legs shook uncontrollably. Batman alternated between Query's pussy and Echo's mouth, filling both of them as much as he could. As he pulled out of Echo's mouth he brought a small amount of saliva with it; it fell on the tattered remains of Query's green suit. Echo rubbed her fingers in it and then began to rub Query's mound. Batman eventually found Query's pussy and kept himself there, filling her up again and again. The two sensations working in concert was too much for Query and she screamed an orgasm out of her body, her back coming off the ground in an arch. Echo moved back up to Query's head, kissing her through her moans. The two henchwomen messily made out, their fluids freely moving between their mouths. Query tried to kiss as best she could but it was difficult with the orgasm turning her blood into lava. She finally settled down, vaguely feeling Batman pull out of her. The two kissed, softer now, Query trying in vain to catch her breath. Echo saw Query look past her but didn't pay any attention; all she cared about was the tingling sensation in her lips. "Hey Echo," Query said softly to her compatriot," What's sticky and white and rhymes with cum?" Echo looked annoyed. "You know I hate ridd- aaaahhh!!!" She suddenly shouted as the first splash of Batman's cum hit directly in the side of her cheek. The superhero had straddled Query's midsection and was furiously jerking his cock as he came, his semen shooting onto the two henchwomen. The second rope flew at Query, giving her a long line that ran from her hair to her chin. Query stuck her tongue out and licked up the small amount that had landed along the side of her mouth. She smiled as she savored the taste. Echo, meanwhile, had shut her eyes tightly and turned to face Batman's dick. She was met with a thick rope that landed square on the bridge of her upper lip, the impact causing it to splash every which way. She sputtered, flushing out the cum that had found its way up her nose. Batman moved like a sprinkler with his cum, ensuring that both women got an equal share. The two laughed as they were sprayed, both eagerly taking his cum. When the last drop dripped and landed on Query's stomach, the henchwomen kissed. Again they traded fluids, this time exchanging Batman's cum along with their spit. After a great while they pulled apart, Echo resting on her elbow and Query dreamily laying on the ground. "Well," Echo said lazily, "I guess not all riddles are bad." If either had bothered to look at Batman they would have seen him nodding in agreement. Let's Be Batman Pt. 38 Tommy had been tracking the two criminals since the Sun had gone down. It was probably the easiest thing Tommy had done since he had become Batman; after all, trailing two people who were dressed up like court jesters and making no effort to hide themselves was pretty simple, especially for someone who was equipped as Batman was. He had plenty of time to think. Tommy tried to focus on what was important: Lex Luthor's plan, The Riddler busily working on the scant clues they had gathered, the disappearance of the Mad Hatter... But all he could really focus on was the recent expose published by Vicki Vale about Gotham's female supervillains and their... nocturnal habits, seemed the best way to put it. The story had been huge,* garnering headlines all over the world. As Tommy passed over Gotham, it seemed he couldn't go a block without seeing someone glued to their phone. (*For those wondering, Lois Lane's multi-part rundown of corruption in Gotham was well-received by those who made it to the 27th page of the Daily Planet.) He felt a kind of perverse glee about it. He wondered how various villains reacted: Poison Ivy would have been outraged, of course, and he imagined Killer Frost was consumed by a cold rage. Copperhead probably enjoyed it and Harley Quinn... well, who knew how she'd react. And then there was Catwoman. Tommy felt guilty including her; she HAD saved him the night Batgirl broke her back, after all, and they seemed to have a certain kinship that he didn't have with any other villain he'd been with. He had even left her out originally, only supplying a dossier on her after much "convincing" by Vicki Vale. With a certain satisfaction, Tommy had actually given his opinion on VICKI VALE, not Catwoman. He wanted to keep that information to himself. Tommy shook his head and tried to pay attention to the two villains in front of him. He was vaguely aware of the villains. Well, he was vaguely aware of the woman. He was carefully making himself aware of her now, at any rate. He knew her name was Jewelee and that she had a tight little ass, currently being hugged by a tight white mini-skirt. Underneath was a pair of yellow spandex pants that seemed incredibly tight. She wore a red top and red gloves that went to her elbows. A red domino mask covered her eyes. Her wavy blonde hair ran down to her shoulders. She was pretty hot. The guy... Pinch? Something like that? He looked like a moron in a green & yellow jester's outfit, his green underwear on the outside of his pants. Tommy couldn't really give an opinion on his ass. Tommy had been following them for about an hour, after he had seen them coming out of an arcade holding hot dogs and a sack full of quarters. He figured that they had knocked the place over but decided to follow them, hoping for a bigger score. Batman didn't stop people for stealing quarters. ...Pennies, one time, but not quarters. Following them eventually seemed to bear fruit. The two were making their way towards the Natural History Museum of Gotham. Tommy knew from the myriad of banners hanging in Downtown Gotham that the Jewel of Santa Prisca was on display. Its estimated worth was in the millions of dollars. If they were going anywhere, Tommy bet, they were going there. The bet proved correct; the two wayward villains gradually made their way up the steps of the museum and met a guard outside. The guard put his hand up but, before Tommy could react, Paunch pulled out a gun. He zapped the guard with some sort of ray and the guard seemed to go limp. Pooch then began to move his hands and the guard moved as well, acting as some sort of puppet for the villain. With care the guard was moved to the front door and made to unlock it. When he was finished, Jewelee cracked him over the head and stepped over his body inside the museum. Tommy hurriedly ducked inside the museum a few seconds after the villains had made their way inside, keeping pace with them. They were chatting loudly, making it easy for Tommy to follow them. He crept around a mastodon that stood in the middle of the foyer, eying the two villains. "This is wonderful, darling!" Jewelee exclaimed, hugging her beau while they walked. She kissed him on the cheek and then rested her head on his shoulder. "Simply marvelous!" Peach replied. A guard came around the corner and Jewelee pulled a gem out of the satchel of her purse. The gem shot a purple beam straight for the guard's forehead; he froze in place, seemingly unable to move. The villains laughed and continued on into the museum. Tommy seemed to have a handle on their powers now. Pitch had the ability to control people and whatever was in Jewelee's purse allowed her to freeze people in place, it seemed. It was a simple matter of avoiding the beams. He readied some explosive charges to throw them off, then he'd jump in and disarm them. Simple enough. He set a timer on his belt for 30 minutes; he knew subduing the criminals would take maybe 2 minutes but hey, Jewelee was hot. You never knew what might happen... Tommy was fiddling with his belt when he suddenly heard Jewelee exclaim in surprise. "Hey!" She shouted. "That's ours! What're you doing here???" Tommy's eyes glanced up and then went wide with surprise. Standing in front of them, holding the Jewel of Santa Prisca, was Catwoman. "...You son of a bitch," She said slowly. "Me?" Pudge said with alarm. "What did I do?" "Not you," Catwoman responded with annoyance. She stared past the two criminals, directly at Batman. "Him." Jewelee turned and started. "Batman?!" She ejaculated. She turned and faced her partner. "Did you know he was there?" The jester shrugged. "Uh... hi, Catwoman," Tommy said awkwardly. He wasn't quite sure how to handle this situation. "...How are you?" "Don't give me that!" Catwoman said. Her icy demeanor was quickly melting away. "Don't say 'hi' to me like you didn't just tell the whole world about how I like to fuck!" "Ooooh," Peach and Jewelee intoned at the same time. They both looked at Tommy, Batman to them, and spoke at the same time. "That was you? You pig," Jewelee said. "That was you? You rule," Pirch said. Jewelee elbowed him in the ribs and gave him a withering look. "You don't understand, I-" Tommy began to say. "Don't give me any of your excuses," Catwoman said. "I saved your life and that's how you repay me? By throwing me in with a bunch of other girls from your little black book?" "You tell him, girl," Jewelee said. Tommy looked at her, annoyed. "Hey, do you mind?" Jewelee looked at him defiantly. Catwoman continued to speak. She wasn't waiting for Tommy to respond; she had a lot she wanted to get off her chest and it spilled out of her quickly, unceasingly. "And to say I'm an ALRIGHT fuck???" She yelled. Tommy winced; he hadn't thought about how that would make her feel. "I'm a great fuck. I'm the best you ever had." "That wasn't about you, that was abou-" Tommy began to say. "YOU'RE the average fuck," Catwoman said. "Selfish bastard. Tommy laughed. "Haha okay, I get that you're upset but you don't have to make stuff up." "It's true," Catwoman shot back. "I didn't even like fucking you. Had to fake it just to get you off of me." "Now hold the fuck on," Tommy said, "There's no way you faked that. I think I could tell." He looked at Catwoman and she smiled back. 'I could probably tell,' He thought to himself. "It's obvious you only care about one thing: your dick," Catwoman said. She felt more confident now, her anger more justified. "You were probably planning on fucking this little slut," She said, directing her eyes towards Jewelee. "...What?" Jewelee said softly. "How dare you," Tommy lied, "I would never-" "Oh sure," Catwoman once again cut Tommy off, "I'm sure you had a grand plan to throat her and then fuck her just like you fucked me." "Well at least she could probably throat me," Tommy said quickly, without thinking. He knew right as he said it that he shouldn't have. Catwoman's eyes went wide with anger. "You mother..." Catwoman said softly. "Fine. You want to fuck this blonde bimbo so badly then do it." "I'm sorry, I don't think I'm following" Jewelee said, showing concern. She looked at her partner but he was just as bewildered. "Go on, fuck her," Catwoman said. She began to walk towards Jewelee. Pooch lifted his gun but Catwoman effortlessly flicked her whip at it, breaking it in half. She yanked Jewelee's arm towards Batman and threw her to the ground in front of him. "Go on, fuck her!" Catwoman yelled at Tommy. "Maybe I will!" Tommy yelled back. He didn't appreciate being challenged like this and besides, he did kind of want to fuck her. "What the fuck is going on???" Jewelee shouted at both of them. Tommy and Catwoman stared at each other, ignoring the other two people in the museum. Tommy suddenly reached into his suit, pulling out his dick. He began jerking it quickly, staring Catwoman dead in the eye. Catwoman's eyes narrowed in return. In his peripheral vision, Tommy could see Jewelee's widen in surprise at his dick "Suck my dick," Tommy said, directing his eyes down towards Jewelee. She stared up at him, then Catwoman, then him, going back and forth between the two. "You two are fucking crazy!" She said in exasperation. "Oh shut up, you know you want to," Catwoman told the villainess. She grabbed Jewelee's head and thrust it forward onto Tommy's dick. Jewelee tried to yell but her yell was cut short by Tommy's massive cock filling her mouth. Catwoman began to aggressively shove Jewelee forward, Tommy's dick stretching her lips wide. Tommy pumped his hips in retaliation, forcing his dick deeper in Jewelee's mouth. Jewelee had her hands up in the air in protest, trying futilely to remove herself from this bizarre mating ritual. She was trapped between Catwoman and Tommy, though, and unable to free herself. She reached into her satchel but Tommy tore it out of her hands and through it across the room. Her gems spread out along the hard tiled floor. "You like that, slut?" Catwoman asked. Jewelee shook her head quickly, prompting Catwoman to clarify. "I was talking to Batman, not you," Catwoman told the jewel thief. "I do like it," Tommy said, beginning to breathe heavily. "She's way better than you." Catwoman scowled and thrust Jewelee harder on Tommy's dick. He felt his head hit something and Jewelee gagged on his dick. A large amount of spit fell out of her mouth, landing on her red shirt, and she coughed on his cock. Tommy and Catwoman continued to assault Jewelee's mouth, undeterred by her struggles. "At least I tried to go down on you!" Catwoman hissed at Tommy. "You wouldn't even do that. A real man would try to make his partner happy. Or even... hey, you!" Catwoman yelled over at the court jester standing awkwardly 10 feet away. "What's your name?" "It's Pudge," Tommy mumbled while he enjoyed his blowjob. "What? My name's P-Punch," The villain stumbled out. "Can... can you stop facefucking my wife, please?" "No," Catwoman said matter-of-factly, "Now get over here and eat my pussy." Punch took a step and then faltered. He caught himself and slowly made his way over to Catwoman, his head down. He seemed more scared than aroused. "Oh hurry up," Catwoman said, grabbing Punch when he got nearer and dragging him to the ground. She straddled his face and, while still forcing his wife up and down on Tommy's cock, tore at the part of her suit that covered her pussy. When she had made enough space, she sat down on Punch's face and began to writhe her body on it. "Ooooooh," Catwoman cooed dramatically, "So nice to have a man who knows what he's doing with my pussy." It was Tommy's turn to scowl and he began to fuck Jewelee's face even faster. Beneath Catwoman, Tommy could see that the court jester was having trouble breathing. His hands reached desperately for something to grab onto; one latched onto Catwoman's breast and she quickly swatted his hand away. Catwoman liked the idea, though, and unzipped her catsuit to her navel. She darted a hand inside and began to knead a breast with one hand while the other reached down to hold Punch's head in place. Tommy, for his part, had a tuft of Jewelee's hair in his hand and was using it to hold her head in place while he thrusted his hips forward. The erstwhile jewel thief had some measure of control over her breathing now and she was able to survive Tommy's rough fucking but it was a struggle. Her hands were on his thighs, trying in vain to slow his thrusts. Mercifully, Tommy released Jewelee's hair and let her push herself off his dick. She fell onto her back coughing, covering her mouth with her hand while she tried to overcome her fit. She turned herself over onto her hands and knees, coughing into the tile below. As she did so, she looked to the side and saw her husband's body kicking futilely while Catwoman grinded her pussy against his face. "Get off my husband, you bi... wait, what are you...?" Her train of thought had been derailed by the pawing she felt on her ass. Tommy had lifted her skirt up and was yanking at her yellow spandex pants. He pulled them down to the middle of her thighs and then brought himself behind her, his legs on the outside of hers. He placed his dick against the entrance of her pussy. "No!" Jewelee shouted with alarm. "You can't fuck me, you're too bi-IIIIIIIIIIIIGGGG!!" Jewelee's arms collapsed and sent her upper body crashing to the floor as Tommy pushed himself inside her. He grunted as his dick stretched her insides. Jewelee screamed into the tile as Tommy's dick filled her up. Catwoman was watching the scene angrily. Or jealously. Tommy wasn't quite sure what was going on anymore. He was thinking with the primordial part of his brain now, focusing only on the feeling of sex. He began to pump his hips inside Jewelee, causing her to squeal loudly each time. Catwoman gave one final grind on Punch's face and then lifted herself off him. He gasped for breath and wiped the lower half of face with his hand. Even after wiping, his mouth and chin were still slick with her juices. Catwoman reached back with her hands and effortlessly did a backflip, her back arching unnaturally as she flipped over Punch's body. She landed between his legs. Still staring angrily at Batman, she reached inside Punch's jeseter suit and pulled out his cock. Catwoman stared at it, nonplussed. "Goddammit," She finally said, jerking his average-sized dick with her hand. She pulled her hand away and spit on it before returning it to Punch's dick. She jerked him quickly and Punch quickly began to breathe heavily. "You better not- oh my fucking God- you better not get hard," Jewelee squeaked out at her husband as Batman punished her pussy. Punch looked at her and then closed his eyes and raised his hips. Despite himself, he was quickly erect. Catwoman quickly moved herself above Punch's cock and sat down on it, taking all of him in one go. She began to swirl her hips on his cock, using all of her tricks in an attempt to get Tommy jealous. Punch quickly began to make a high-pitched gasping noise, sounding like he had just jumped into a hot jacuzzi. Catwoman and Tommy angrily fucked their proxies, both of them causing Punch & Jewelee significant distress. Jewelee's squeals grew to a fever pitch and her body began to shake while Punch continued to writhe underneath Catwoman's assault. "You better not cum on that dick," Catwoman warned Jewelee. The villainess didn't respond, simply burying her face deeper into the tile. "She won't cum without her vibrator, it's imposs-" Punch began to say, his words cut off by the arrival of Jewelee's tremendous orgasm. She screamed loudly, her voice filling the museum hall, and her body flew wildly on Tommy's dick. He held her in place and fucked her faster, driving her wild. "Oh," Punch said softly. As Tommy pounded his bride, Punch groaned as Catwoman began to hop on his dick. She took all of him with each bounce, her pussy hugging his dick. The jester quickly began to sweat. "Ooh, do you like that?" Catwoman said to Punch. She turned to Tommy and said, "I'm glad there's one man here who can appreciate my pu..." She turned back to Punch, taking note of his heavy breathing. "You mother fucker, you better not cum!" Punch sighed heavily and said, "I'm sorry..." Catwoman hopped off Punch's dick right as he began to cum. His dick flopped onto his stomach as it came, his white seed landing pathetically on his jester's outfit. He bucked his hips and pushed all his cum out of his body. As this was happening, Jewelee finally pushed herself off Tommy's dick and collapsed to the ground, her legs twitching as the last of her own orgasm left her. She curled herself into a ball and began to plead. "Please, no more," She said. "Your cock is too big, I can't take any more." "Oh shut up," Catwoman hissed at her. She reached forward and clanked Punch & Jewelee's heads together, knocking them both of them out. As they laid there unconscious, bits of orgasmic juice dribbled out of them. "What is wrong with you?" Tommy asked Catwoman angrily. He was upset that he wasn't going to get to cum. "What is wrong with YOU???" Catwoman yelled back. The two stared at each other angrily, their members exposed and quivering in the dark light of the museum. Seconds felt like minutes. Then, at the same time, both of them lunged forward and began to kiss. They kissed angrily, passionately, their mouths smashed together. Tommy's hand shot to Catwoman's pussy and she gasped into his mouth as he began to paw at her. Her hand began to furiously stroke Tommy's cock in return, the cat & the bat both wildly pleasuring each other as they kissed. "I missed this pussy," Tommy whispered to Catwoman. He stuck two fingers deep inside her. "This is the only cock I ever wanted," Catwoman answered back. She ran her fingernails along Tommy's head, making him shiver. Catwoman's head dipped low and she eagerly threw herself onto Tommy's cock, taking him in her mouth. She pushed herself deeper and took all of him at once. Tommy felt her nose on his pubic bone and he groaned wildly. Catwoman found a regular rhythm and she sucked his cock, her hand jerking him as well. Tommy grabbed Catwoman waist and lifted her, causing her to yell in surprise. Tommy, on his knees, flipped Catwoman around and held her upside down in his arms. His mouth quickly found her pussy and he began to lick her. "Oh my God," Catwoman moaned while she hung upside down. After the initial surprise and subsequent wave of pleasure had swept through her, she continued to suck Tommy's cock. The two formed a 69, Tommy eating Catwoman out while she blew him at the same time. Both of them moaned into each other. "Oh fuck, keep doing that," Catwoman moaned out with Tommy's dick in her mouth. Tommy had been licking her clit, flicking it with his tongue, before he began to running his tongue along it with long, slow strokes. It drove Catwoman wild, each time forcing her deeper on his dick. Tommy eagerly complied with Catwoman's request. "Your mouth is so fucking warm," Tommy breathed into Catwoman's pussy. She responded by throating him, filling his body with a warm sensation. He groaned into her pussy in response. After they had enjoyed each other's bodies for a while, Catwoman shifted her weight to the side. Tommy let her fall and she gracefully did a somersault, landing on her knees. She quickly fell to the ground on her side and called to Tommy with one outstretched finger. "Fuck me," She asked him. Tommy stumbled he moved so quickly, hurriedly dropping himself to the ground behind Catwoman. She reached behind herself and tore more space for him, the hole now freeing her entire ass. It popped out of her skintight catsuit invitingly. Tommy's cock ached. Let's Be Batman Pt. 38 Catwoman kept her hand underneath herself and jerked Tommy slowly. She craned her neck backwards and kissed him. "Tell me I'm the best fuck you've ever had," Catwoman demanded as their lips separated. "You're the best fuck I've ever had," Tommy said eagerly. He desperately wanted to fuck her. "Tell me you love my big cock," Tommy demanded in return. "I love this big fucking cock," Catwoman said, sliding Tommy's dick against the entrance of her pussy as she did so. "Tell me I'm special." "You're so fucking special," Tommy said, his balls aching. "Tell me you want my cock in that tight little pussy." Catwoman didn't comply; instead, Catwoman pulled Tommy's dick upwards, away from her pussy. Tommy's eyes shot open in surprise as he felt Catwoman press his dick up against the entrance to her asshole. "Are you sure?" Tommy asked. Catwoman nodded her head quickly. Tommy took a deep breath and pushed, gradually forcing his way inside. "Holy fuck," Tommy said in disbelief. He was inside Catwoman's ass. Actually inside. He had dreamed intermittently of this moment for years and constantly ever since he had fucked Poison Ivy's and Harley Quinn's ass but not Cawtoman's. Now he was doing it, actually doing it, and he felt like he was flying. Catwoman, meanwhile, made a low moan that picked up momentum the further Tommy slid inside her ass. Her hand stayed behind her, gripping Tommy's hips tightly as he thrust them forward. Her eyes were closed and she bit her lip. Tommy was on his side behind Catwoman, pushing sideways inside her. His dick was coated with her spit and the pussy juices of Jewelee and it slid surprisingly easy inside the cat thief. The feeling was insane; he felt like a supernova, pure light bursting inside him, and it took all of his willpower not to cum. "Jesus fuck," Catwoman moaned out. She craned her neck once more and kissed Tommy passionately while he fucked her asshole. Her cap had fallen down behind her head and her messy black hair fell in her face as she kissed him. As she pulled away, Tommy could see into her deep blue eyes. They rolled into her head when he thrust himself deeply inside her, his entire cock filling her up. As Tommy fucked Catwoman, he slowly began to understand her better. She didn't hate him for saying she was an average fuck; she hated that she hadn't been the only one. She wanted Batman to herself and didn't want to share him with anyone. What she wanted was this, the two of them working in concert with each other as equals. She wasn't a woman; she was THE woman. And she was, even if not with the real Batman. There was no one, not even Black Canary, who made Tommy's cock ache as Catwoman did. He liked to think that the feeling was mutual; he doubted that Catwoman gave herself away to anyone like she did to him. That intimacy was something that you couldn't steal. Tommy didn't pound Catwoman like he had done before; he fucked her rhythmically, almost softly, enjoying every inch of her. His hand reached around her and cupped her breast, two fingers squeezing her nipple. She groaned and kissed him again, the two of them lost in each other. Catwoman moved her hand from Tommy's hip to her own, pulling her cheek up and giving Tommy a view of his cock. He watched it disappear inside her perfect ass again and again, the veins on his dick raging. He groaned and pushed his head against Catwoman. His face was full of her dark black hair and he breathed heavily against her neck. Tommy could feel Catwoman breathing in tun as it picked up its pace. Her moaning became louder and more intense and her leg lifted up into the air and began to shake. Tommy could feel his own orgasm bubbling inside him and he began to moan louder as well. The two of them were on the same wavelength now, both completely in time with each other, and they both sought to bring the other to orgasm. They ended up cumming at once, Tommy slightly ahead of Catwoman. Tommy yelled as he came, burying his dick inside Catwoman and pumping the cum out of his body. Catwoman felt Tommy's cum inside her and began to cum as well, working her hips on his cock as she orgasmed. The two felt their tensions melt away as they came, their moans creating a symphony in the empty museum. They looked each other in the eye as they came before kissing deeply, moaning into their mouths as they felt the world fall away from them. As Tommy's dick drained of its cum, he gently pulled himself out of Catwoman's ass. She winced as he pulled his long shaft out of her. The head of his dick popped out of her and twitched involuntarily, somehow still erect. Catwoman let herself drop to the floor and lied on her back, letting Tommy's cum slowly drain out of her and onto the floor. She closed her eyes and smiled just a little bit. She was content. Tommy had picked himself up off the ground and was trying to dress. He did it clumsily, groggily, his hands refusing to follow his commands. He was spent. He surveyed the scene: Punch & Jewelee lying next to one another, unconscious, and the most famous thief in the world lying at his feet with his cum in her ass. It was hard to process. Suddenly, Tommy heard a noise. 'Fuck!' He thought. He looked at Catwoman, panicked, and spoke to her quickly. "I'm sorry," He said, "If I had known you were going to be here I wouldn't have called them." Catwoman lifted her head softly, glimpsing the flashing red and blue lights that were filling the room. It was the police, here to collect Punch & Jewelee. She laid her head back down, seemingly unconcerned. "Don't worry about it," She said, "I got what I wanted." Tommy ran from the museum, exiting just as the police entered. He wondered what Catwoman meant, "Got what I wanted." It took him a long time to realize that she had something more valuable than any gem, any ruby. She had Batman. *** Catwoman felt the hood come off her and she blinked at the harsh light. She was confused; she had been arrested in the museum, cuffed, and then suddenly redirected from a paddy wagon. Someone had placed a hood over her head and then directed her in a squad car. Based on the sounds and vibrations she felt in the car she knew they had traveled to the industrial part of town, where there were no police stations. This wasn't standard operating procedure. She surveyed her surroundings. She was in a large abandoned building that hadn't seen use for years. Dust was everywhere and about half the windows were broken. She was tied to a chair in the middle of the room, the ropes tight just underneath her breasts. 'Definitely not standard operating procedure,' She thought. Catwoman looked up at her captor. He looked vaguely familiar, although she couldn't place exactly where. "It's been a while, Catwoman," The man, clad in a patrolman's uniform told her. "I'm sorry, I don't think I remember your name," She told him laconically. The man seemed taken aback by this. "Don't remember me?" He said, sounding almost offended. "Maybe you don't because I'm not tied to a chair while you tease my dick." Catwoman squinted at him. "Oh yeah," She said, chuckling, "You're that Russian guy. Guess Scarecrow didn't come back." Catwoman suddenly frowned, sensing something wasn't right. "...Why are you wearing a cop's uniform?" "Because I am a cop!" Nick Markin shouted at her. "Or was a cop, until you screwed me over. I was undercover, ready to break the biggest case of my career, and then you come along. Now look at me! I got busted down to patrol, my wife left me, my kid won't talk to me... you ruined my life!" "Oh," Catwoman said. She seemed remarkably unconcerned. "...Sorry?" "You bitch!" Nick said, and for a moment Catwoman thought he was going to try to hit her. Try. "I was a good cop! I did everything right! And you took it all away from me!" "Look, uh, whatever," Catwoman said, "Sorry about all that. But hey, at least you had a good time." "A good time???" Nick shouted. "A good time??? You left me with the worst set of blue balls I've ever had! I couldn't walk right for 2 days!" Catwoman tried not to smile. "Oh, right," She said coyly. "You ruined my life," Nick told her. "You're going to make it up to me and then some." He began to unbuckle his heavy policeman's belt. "You're going to start by doing everything you told me you were going to do before you left me high and dry." The once-good cop reached inside his pants and began to jerk his cock. "Yeah, no," Catwoman said, tugging at her bonds. "I'm kind of a one-man woman." She could feel the wooden seat through the hole in her catsuit. She sighed as she thought of Batman. "Not tonight, Bitch," the former Detective said. He pulled out his cock and jerked it openly. "Tonight you're going to... how did you put it... beg me to stop while secretly loving my dick in your asshole?" Nick's cock began to raise as he thought of it. Catwoman sighed. "Fine," She said with a sense of resignation. "I'll let you do whatever you want to me. It's only fair. But you're going to have to untie me first." *** A half hour later, Nick Markin was fervently yanking at the rope that had him tied to the chair in the abandoned warehouse. His radio was nearby and he could hear it squawking as the operator demanded to know why he wasn't at the robbery in progress going on in his beat. Nick strained as hard as he could to get free but the ropes held tight. He looked down at his dick as he struggled, noting that it was somehow raging even harder than before. On the top of his cock was a red lipstick mark in the shape of a kiss. As he looked at it, Nick began to tear up. "I am so fucking fired," He said softly. Let's Be Batman Pt. 39 "Babe?" Tommy asked as he hopped out of the Batmobile and bounded up the steps of the Batcave. Tommy searched, looking for Black Canary. He was beginning to get a little concerned. The relationship between Tommy and Black Canary had been strained, ever since that fateful night that ended with the capture of Ra's Al Ghul. Tommy had been confused but relatively normal; something had changed in Black Canary, though, and it had Tommy a little on edge. First she had been distant and then she wasn't there at all. And now she literally wasn't there at all, in that Tommy couldn't locate her. He searched everywhere: the clocktower, her usual rotation, and now the Batcave, but found nothing. It wasn't like her to disappear without telling anyone and neither Tommy nor Barbara Gordon had heard nothing. It was very, very strange. Tommy clicked on his comm and got a hold of Barbara. "Is she there?" Barbara asked with a tinge of concern. "No," Tommy replied. "I can't find her anywhere." "Something's wrong," Barbara stated. "Huntress hasn't heard from her either. Dinah wouldn't just take off. Someone might have... have..." Barbara let the implication hang in the air. "We need to find her," Tommy said quickly, "But I'm lost." "You need to find The Question," Barbara told him. "They're the only way we'll find her." "What Question?" Tommy asked, confused. "THE Question," Barbara told him. Tommy sighed. "Look, is this a riddle because I already told you I fucking ha-" "No, you idiot," Barbara cut him off. "The Question is a person. That's their superhero name." "Oh," Tommy said. "...Well that's kind of confusing." Barbara continued. "They're the best detective in Gotham this side of the Real Batman. If anyone can find Canary, it's them." "Okay, so where do I find them?" Tommy asked. "I'll send the address to your car," Barbara told him. "But you better hurry; this time of night, The Question might already be at work." *** The Question was not quite at work yet. In fact, she was currently debating whether or not she should play. Renee Montoya, now known as The Question, had her feet up on her desk and was trying to look nonchalant as she eyed the woman who had just entered the room. It was hard for Renee to be nonchalant around this woman, however. If Renee was The Question, this woman was The Answer. "I like your office," The red-haired beauty told Renee. "Feels quaint, but homey." The woman scanned the room, eying Renee's tattered bookcase, her small portable heater, the coat rack that was currently holding her trenchcoat, fedora, and trademarked mask that made her face imperceptible. "Thanks, Kate," Renee replied. "Or I guess you'd prefer Batwoman now." Batwoman smiled, her ruby red lips standing out sharply against her pale white skin. It was strange for Renee to see Kate Kane like this; they had known one another, been intimate with one another, at a time when both were very different. Renee had been a hard-working patrolwoman for the GCPD, while Kate had been a relatively hard-partying socialite. They had met when Renee had pulled Kate over for speeding and, despite Renee's moral qualms, had soon began a torrid affair. It had been the best months of Renee's life but it ended quickly when Renee wasn't willing to go public with their relationship. She thought she was protecting her career and, in the end, she had been right; once the GCPD had found out that she was a lesbian Renee had soon found herself isolated and marginalized at work by everyone except her partner, Harvey Bullock, and her mentor, Jim Gordon. Renee soon felt lost and it wasn't until the original Question had found her that she had felt a new purpose in her life. As The Question, Renee felt reborn. She felt new. And she had abandoned almost every part of her old life. All except her feelings for Kate. Renee knew that Kate Kane was Batwoman for a few years now; it wasn't hard to piece together when you knew that Batwoman was a beautiful, impulsive, yet incredibly strong redhead. Other people might not have been able to see past Kate's fluttery facade but Renee knew Kate, the real Kate, and she knew exactly what she was capable of. She was taken aback, however, when she got a look at her up close. The Kate Renee knew was a pretty orange-haired woman with a great set of curves. Batwoman had long red hair, white skin (most likely make-up) and rather severe features. Her skintight black suit, however, revealed that the curves were still there. It hugged her hips and strained at her ample breasts, highlighting her two best attributes. A cape was red on the inside and gave a great silhouette of Kate's body. Renee tried not to stare. "What do you need, Kate?" Renee asked. She felt underdressed. Batwoman felt larger than life in her suit while Renee, in her white dress shirt and dress pants, felt depressingly normal. Kate always made her feel underdressed, Renee remembered. "I was hoping you could help me," Batwoman said, leaning against the edge of Renee's desk. "I've been trying to find someone and I figured you'd be just the person to help me track him down." Renee couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. She had been secretly hoping that Batwoman had been there just for her. "Who are you after?" Batwoman faltered before speaking. "I'm going after Bruno Mannheim," Batwoman said finally. Renee dropped her feet off her desk and stared at her former girlfriend. "Bruno Mannheim?" She asked incredulously. "Kate, are you insane?" Brune Mannheim was the head of the Religion of Crime, a dark & mysterious syndicate that was rumored to be involved in some sick shit: cannibalism, human sacrifices, you name it. They were a dangerous organization because they weren't in it for money or power: they believed that what they did would make them gods. They were crazy. "I know you're Batwoman now but the Religion of Crime is way out of your league," Renee continued. "There's just no way I can help you wi-" "I think they have my sister, Renee," Batwoman said, interrupting her. "...Beth? But, Kate..." Renee knew that Kate's sister had died years ago. She was the reason Kate was fighting crime now. "I know, Renee, but I saw her," Batwoman said. She began to pace in Renee's small office. "She was dressed strangely, and she seemed different, but I know it's her. If there's any chance I can get her back..." Batwoman stared at Renee, her eyes wet. "Please, Renee. You're the only one I can trust." Renee looked hard at Kate. She knew deep down that there was no way she was going to say no. "Okay," Renee said softly. She got up from her chair and walked around the desk, nearing Batwoman. "I'll help you." "Thank you, Renee," Batwoman said, "That means so much to me. You... you mean so much to me." The two heroines hugged, Batwoman pressing her body tight against Renee's. Renee sucked in air through her teeth. Their heads came apart but stayed close together. They looked up at once and locked eyes. Renee knew they couldn't last, they couldn't work as a couple, but at that moment she didn't care. She wanted Kate, and Kate wanted her. Their lips came together, Kate's soft red lips and Renee's more brusque brown lips touching lightly. Renee wrapped her arm around Batwoman and hugged her tightly, bringing her body flush against hers. They felt each other's warmth, their bodies grinding against one another as they kissed in the small office. Batwoman moaned slightly as her mouth opened, accepting Renee's tongue inside. Renee probed it, remembering how Batwoman liked to be kissed, remembering how good it felt to kiss her. Her hand moved up, cupping behind Batwoman's head; she held her hand there as she kissed Batwoman passionately, the heroine melting in her hand. Renee pulled back, just for a moment, and looked in her former lover's eyes. "Just tonight?" She said. "Just tonight," Batwoman replied, quickly moving her head back towards Renee. Batwoman kissed her hard, too hard, the nose part of her mask jamming into Renee's cheek. Renee jerked her head away and then they both laughed, both of them aware of how ridiculous this all seemed. Batwoman reached up and removed her mask and hair with it, revealing her natural orange hair underneath. She tossed it carelessly to the side and began to kiss Renee once more. The two kissed passionately, quickly making up for lost time with one another. Batwoman pawed at the bottom of Renee's tucked-in dress shirt, yanking it out of her pants. She began to expertly undo the buttons on Renee's shirt, tearing it off her once they were undone. She reached around Renee and undid her utilitarian bra, letting it fall forward and off her. Batwoman looked down and admired Renee's body. "Glad you're keeping in shape," Batwoman told her playfully. Batwoman lowered herself and ran her tongue along Renee's left nipple, quickly making it erect in her mouth. Renee looked to the sky and leaned back against her desk as Batwoman cupped her breast while she sucked on it. She sucked in with her mouth, making Renee's nipple cold, before breathing hot air on it and making the hair on Renee's neck stand up. Goosebumps started to appear on Renee's light brown skin and Renee could see Batwoman smiling. "You always did like this," Batwoman said. "And you liked this," Renee retorted, sweeping Batwoman's legs from under her and quickly hopping on top of her. Renee knew that Batwoman liked it when Renee was the agressor and she quickly set about pleasing her. Renee's hands ran over the thin polyurethane suit of Batwoman as she began to suckle on her neck. She kissed it hard and then gave a long lick from her collarbone to ear. Batwoman sighed in response and it was Renee's turn to smile. "How does this thing come off?" Renee asked, referring to Batwoman's suit. Batwoman hurriedly undid her thick red belt and the zippers on her high-heeled boots and then began to shimmy off her bottoms, the suit sticking to her curves all the way down. She wasn't wearing any underwear, a fact that drove Renee wild. Renee, still on top of Batwoman, began to undo her own belt and quickly began to shimmy off her own pants, kicking off her shoes first. She hoped Batwoman wouldn't notice her thick cotton panties as she hurriedly pulled those off as well. The two were both bottomless now and Renee returned to Batwoman's neck, sucking lightly on it. Batwoman moaned in response, her moans unreserved now. Renee knew the rest of the floor was empty and knew they could both be as loud as they wanted. She felt Batwoman's hand underneath her, gliding up the side of her thigh, making a turn at her hip, heading right for her- "Did you hear that?" Batwoman said softly, her hand jerking away from Renee's hip. "We're alone, it's okay," Renee said into Batwoman's neck. She reached for Batwoman's hand to push it back. "No, I swear I heard a- Ahhhh!!' Batwoman screamed and jerked herself up. Renee looked up at what had startled her partner so. "Ahhh!!" Renee screamed as well. "BATMAN, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING???" Batwoman screamed. "Hey, don't let me interrupt," Batman said, smiling. He had entered the room and was walking towards them, his erect dick in his hand. "GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, PERVERT!!" Renee yelled at him. She grabbed her pants and held them over her bare breasts, tucking a pant leg between her legs. "I was just thinking maybe we could turn this into a little party," Batman said, still walking towards them. His big dick was at their eye level and it stared ferociously at them. "Oh my God, gross," Batwoman said, taking off her cape and putting it over her bare legs. "Seriously Batman, get out," Renee told him. Batman looked at them, his smile slowly fading. "You mean... you don't want a 3-way?" "No," Both Renee and Batwoman said at once. "Oh," Batman said softly. "Shit." "Did you honestly think you could walk in with your dick out and we'd fall over each other trying to fuck it?" Batwoman asked incredulously. "Well... yeah," Batman said after a pause. "Always worked before." "Jesus Christ," Renee said. "Well, we're lesbians. And Batman, seriously, you need to stop jerking yourself off and get out." Batman looked down and noticed that he was still stroking his cock. "Oh, shit," He said sheepishly. His hand shot away but his cock still stood tall. He looked around awkwardly. "Now, if you don't mind..." Batwoman said. "Oh!" Batman said. "I guess... I guess I should be leaving. Unless you changed your-" "No," Both Renee and Batwoman said at once. Batman slowly walked towards the door. He paused when he was at the door and looked back sadly. "Any chance I could watch? I'll be quiet, I swear!" He asked. Renee began to laugh and say no but Batwoman touched her arm. "He's seen our faces," She said quietly. Renee noted with alarm that she was right. "Will you promise never to tell anyone about this?" Batwoman asked Batman. He smiled and nodded eagerly. Batwoman looked at Renee, waiting for her okay. "Alright fine, but you have to sit in the corner," Renee finally told Batman. He agreed and ran to the corner. He dropped to his knees, his hand shooting to his cock. Renee turned back to Batwoman, the two women slowly dropping their clothes and revealing their nakedness once more. Renee was completely undressed while Batwoman kept her tight suit top on. Renee looked at Batwoman's legs, noting that her legs were not shock white like her face; they were her more natural cream color. Renee's eyes moved up and met Batwoman's and they smiled at each other. They tried to ignore Batman in the corner and went back to work. Renee reached out and ran her finger along Batwoman's thigh, running from her knee to the orange tuft of hair that covered her vagina. Renee leaned forward, slowly pushing Batwoman onto her back. She crawled on top of her and began to kiss her once more, her hand staying at Batwoman's puffy pussy. Her hand ran softly along it, toying with it, a finger occasionally slipping inside. Batwoman whimpered, desperate for Renee to pleasure her. Renee began to move herself down, her tongue running along Batwoman's suit. Renee's eyes never left Batwoman's as she worked herself down until she had reached her pelvic region. She kissed Batwoman just above her pubic hair, sliding her tongue around it. Batwoman whimpered openly now at Renee's teasing. Renee moved herself lower, kissing Batwoman on the sides of the legs. She kissed her knee, then her lower thigh, working her way up until she had reached her vagina. Then she moved to the other side, following the same pattern. Batwoman moaned heavily. Renee decided to end her suffering. Her mouth opened and her tongue fell out of it. She neared Batwoman's soaked pussy, ready to move her lips aside. She neared her and- "Can you move a little? I can't see," Renee heard Batman say from the corner. She turned and gave him a very annoyed look. "Sorry," The great crimefighter said softly. He resumed jerking off. Renee turned back around and looked at Batwoman. They gave each other the same, "What the Hell?" expression before Renee suddenly buried herself in Batwoman's pussy, her tongue lashing violently inside the superheroine. Batwoman began to moan instantly, her body shooting up in surprise and ecstacy. Renee knew she was a talented cunnilinguist and she enjoyed making Batwoman moan. Renee settled into a rhythm. Her tongue worked in concert with her head, both of them moving rhythmically to pleasure Batwoman. She licked from side to side while her head moved in a circular motion, her tongue touching every sensitive area in Batwoman's pussy. Batwoman's body writhed as Renee worked on her. Renee felt a hand on her head, clutching at her dark brown hair. "God, you were always so good at this," Batwoman breathed from above Renee, her hips bucking into Renee's face. Renee smiled as she ate out her former lover. She changed tacks, focusing exclusively on Batwoman's clit now. Her tongue worked quickly, Renee almost ululating her tongue on Batwoman's clit. Batwoman's grip on her hair tightened. Then she brought her whole mouth on Batwoman's pussy and sucked on it, causing Batwoman to lift her hips in the air. Renee followed her up, letting go when Batwoman's back was completely arched. Batwoman collapsed back down, her ass crashing into the cheap carpet of the office. Renee quickly resumed licking Batwoman's pussy, her chin becoming wet with Batwoman's pussy. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Batwoman moaned as Renee continued to work the heroine over with her tongue. Renee was moving at a feverish pace now, her mouth a machine of continuous movement over Batwoman's clit. Renee's jaw ached, her tongue felt sore, but she knew Batwoman was close. They had been together long enough that Renee had learned her tells: her yelling "Fuck!" over and over again, the tightening of her legs around Renee's ears, the pulling of Renee's hair. Renee wasn't sure how long she was done there; it always felt like hours but she knew it was only a matter of minutes. Despite Batman's presence, despite the years the two had gone without seeing each other, Renee's tongue was talented enough to give Batwoman what she wanted. It was enough to make her cum. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!!" Batwoman screamed as she came, her hips once again lifting up. Renee once again followed her, still licking her, making her cum even more. Renee could feel Batwoman's hips bucking, her legs holding Renee's head fast between them. Renee felt a burst of adrenaline in her jaw, giving her the capability to fuck Batwoman with her tongue even faster. Batwoman tried to push Renee away when the sensation got too much. She always had; Renee remembered how sensitive Batwoman always got when she orgasmed. Renee held herself between Batwoman's legs, though, and refused to remove her tongue from her pussy. Batwoman turned to her side and screamed, her orgasm somehow intensifying even after 20 seconds. Renee finally removed her head from between Batwoman's legs, sitting on her knees and wiping her mouth with her arm. Batwoman laid on her side, her whole body shaking as a shiver went up her body. She finally turned over onto her back once more, her orange hair sticking to the sweat on her face. She wiped it away, looked up at Renee, and smiled. "Fuck," She said yet again, this time softer and more controlled. Renee smiled down at her, still trying to catch her breath. Batwoman laboriously lifted herself up, placing her legs underneath her and sitting on her knees. She looked Renee in the eye and then kissed her, her tongue quickly probing the detective's mouth. Renee felt a hand on her breast, Batwoman knowing just how to make Renee horny. "It's too bad we don't have a... you know..." Batwoman said, pulling her mouth away from Renee's. Renee smiled at her once more. "Bottom drawer," She told her partner. Batwoman's eyes brightened and she quickly hopped up and grabbed her prize from Renee's drawer. "Jesus, Renee," Batwoman said, "This is a big fucker." Batwoman examined the large purple vibrator in her hand. The head of it was enormous, large enough to stimulate every area of Renee's pussy at once. Renee grinned sheepishly. "Oh, c'mon!" They heard Batman say from the corner. "If you want something big inside you I'm right here!" Renee frowned at Batman. "You don't really GET what a lesbian is, do you?" She scolded him. "Or vibrators, apparently," Batwoman added. "This doesn't go inside you," She said, pointing at the head. Batman sulkily jerked his dick in response. Batwoman returned to Renee's side, kissing her once more. Below them, Renee heard a whirring sound pick up as the vibrator was flicked on. Renee prepared herself for it to touch her but even then, as it hit it pushed her backwards. She fell against the side of her desk, leaning against it for support. Batwoman followed her, placing the vibrator softly against Renee's pussy. Renee's back immediately arched as she felt the head of the vibrator furiously stimulating her. Let's Be Batman Pt. 39 "Merde," Renee whispered in Spanish. She always talked in Spanish when she fucked. Her pussy ached, already inflamed from the pleasure she got from bringing Batwoman to orgasm, and the vibrator quickly set her pussy on fire. Batwoman leaned forward to kiss Renee and Renee tried to kiss back as best she could, but functionally all she could do was hang her mouth open and let Batwoman kiss her lips. Renee moaned into her mouth in sharp, halting breaths, the breaths coming each time the vibrator passed over her clit. The feeling was overwhelming and- "You should finger her while you use that thing," Batman suddenly interjected, pulling Renee back into reality. Batwoman turned her head to tell Batman to shut up and then stopped, pondering. She looked at Renee. "...I'd like that," Renee grunted out. Batwoman shifted the vibrator to her other hand and then dipped her hand low. A finger grazed against the entrance to Renee's pussy, causing her to sigh. Then the finger squeezed inside her and Renee moaned loudly. Both the vibrator and finger were working on her now, the vibrator tingling her body while the finger filled up her insides. "Cojeme," Renee moaned, her hips straining as they flexed heavily against her double assault. She felt the finger disappear and then suddenly two fingers entered, driving her wild. The fingers extended inside her and then curled up, sliding against the top of her vaginal wall as they slid out. Renee's breathing intensified. "I'm going to cum," She told Batwoman almost apologetically between heavy moans, her eyes almost pleading for release. Batwoman smiled down at her through her orange hair and her fingers moved faster, pumping inside Renee quickly. Renee screamed and began to cum almost immediately, her hips pushing backwards up against the desk to get away from the vibrator and fingers. This time it was Batwoman's turn to torture Renee, jamming the vibrator deep against her to give her no escape from her assault. Renee, swearing furiously in Spanish, threw her arms up and over the desk, her nails scratching into the cheap wood. As Renee's intense orgasm finally dissipated, she opened her eyes to see Batwoman staring wide-eyed at her. The vibrator was up at her eye level, dripping with juice. Renee suddenly felt foolish for screaming so much. "Oh my God," Renee said softly. "Oh my God," Batwoman said in return. "Oh my God!" Batman grunted in the corner. Renee & Batwoman turned just in time to see him cum, his semen shooting all over Renee's carpet. Renee, at least, didn't know cum could shoot that far. It landed at least 6 feet away, in long, thick streaks. It sank into the carpet but was still clearly visible. "Hey, that's my carpet!" Renee said when she realized that it might stain. Batman continued to jerk his cock while breathing heavily. He seemed unconcerned about anything at the moment. "Fucking men," Batwoman mumbled, still holding the vibrator up. She noticed it and gave it a quick lick, savoring the juices. Batman finally finished cumming and tried to catch his breath. He tucked his dick back into his suit and stood up, using the wall to steady himself. "Whew," He said finally. "That was awesome." "Now get out," Renee told him, pointing at the door. She saw him staring at her tits and covered them with her other hand. Batman turned to leave and then stopped. "Wait, I was supposed to ask you for help wi-" "Get out!" Batwoman shouted at him, throwing one of her boots across the room and striking him in the chest. Batman hurriedly exited the room, shutting the door behind him. "That guy was a way bigger creep than I thought he'd be," Renee said. "I can't believe Gordon is friends with him." "Forget about him," Batwoman said. "It's my turn." Renee turned to Batwoman and was about to ask her what she meant when she saw Batwoman holding up the vibrator. Renee smiled. *** 2 hours later, Batwoman left The Question's office with a wide smile on her face. Reconnecting with her old flame had been wonderful and Batwoman tried to enjoy the moment. But, deep down, Batwoman knew she had to forget that and get serious. Her sister was still out there, somewhere, and Batwoman knew she needed to find her. Batwoman crossed the rooftops, heading back to her fabulous hideout that had been supplied by her father. It was state-of-the-art, and Batwoman knew that any information The Question found could be easily processed and analyzed the- As Batwoman traversed the roof, she suddenly bounced directly into a force field that knocked her on her ass. She quickly got up and looked around her; she found herself surrounded by 4 men, all carrying strange metal orbs. The orbs connected with one another, forming an impenetrable barrier surrounding Batwoman. They closed around her, tightening the force field until Batwoman was completely immobile. Then they began to move her, carefully working in concert to take her to the center of the roof. A helicopter landed and the men packed her away. They entered the helicopter and buckled in as it took off. "What're we doing with this one?" One of the men asked the leader of their group. "We're putting her with the other one, the Canary," The leader asked her. "They're both pretty hot," A third man said. "Any chance we can...?" The leader shook his head. "Boss lady doesn't want them touched. Need them in fighting shape for The House." "Ah, she'll never-" The third man began to say. "Never bet against Roulette," The leader scolded his subordinate. "You'll always lose." The helicopter flew on through the night. Let's Be Batman Pt. 40 Tommy removed his cowl, flinging it across the Batcave in anger. "An entire night, fucking wasted," He muttered to himself. He walked to the equipment bench and leaned against it, both hands pressed into the reinforced plexiglass that covered the table. Tommy hung his head and then, suddenly, slammed his fist into the table. "Fuck!" He yelled, both in anger and because he had hurt his hand. He held his mitt in his other hand, rubbing it gingerly. Tommy had spent all that night trying to find Black Canary and he had gotten nowhere. He was scared and confused and more than a little worried about his... girlfriend, he guessed? It occurred to him that he and Black Canary had never really talked about that. They had talked about everything else, though. Tommy knew everything about her and she him. She had a way of getting through both his wannabe Batman AND his wannabe frat boy exterior, getting to know the real him in a way no one else did. And he liked to listen to her talk; she was nice and funny and he actually spent a good 75% of the time she talked not secretly staring at her tits. Still, Tommy thought, there was no reason for him to be THIS upset. 'Unless you really do love her,' A voice in his head said. Love? Tommy shook his head. Sure, he told Dinah that he loved her but that was just a thing you say. He didn't think he knew what "love" even meant. He loved, he guessed; he loved being Batman, he loved sex, he loved his mom a little. But he didn't think he had ever really loved someone, not like that. 'Until now,' A voice said. Maybe. Tommy tried to wrap his head around the concept. He thought about Black Canary: her easy smile, her carefree laugh, the way her suit hugged her body... if Tommy could love anyone it would be her. Then he got images in his mind: her hurt, her tied up, her being beaten, her dead. It made his heart seize. 'Marry her,' A voice told him. Hahahahahaha, no. Not happening. 'Fine, move in with her,' The voice said. It seemed exasperated. Move in? ...Maybe. The fact that Tommy was thinking about it meant something. "You need to find her," A voice said. Yeah, I d- wait... "What the fuck?" Tommy shouted in surprise, turning around. The last voice wasn't in his head; it was coming from behind him. There, standing before him, were 2 tiny impish men. One was dressed up like Batman, his round face peering out from the cowl that wrapped tightly around his face. The other was a small man in an orange suit. He had white hair that stood out straight to the side and a large stogie hung from his mouth. Tommy recognized him and began to get angry. "It's you! That fucking, uh... Mr. Mxzzz... whatever the fuck!" He said. He ran after the imp but both of them vanished as he got close. Tommy heard them laughing behind him. "Easy there, champ!" The one dressed as Batman said. "We're not here to fight. We're your biggest fans!" "Biggest fans?" Tommy said. "Your buddy caused nothing but mayhem a few weeks ago!" The man with the impossible name laughed. "Oh boohoo, I made you fuck Mary Marvel. I'm sure it was torture for you." Tommy paused. The imp had a point. "Relax," Tiny Batman said. "We're not here to cause you any trouble. In fact, we're here to help! My name is Bat-Mite and you know my friend here is Mr. Mxyzptlk." Bat-Mite took a small bow. "Help?" Tommy said suspiciously. "And how exactly are you going to 'help' me?" "Easy," Mr. Mxyzptlk said. "We're going to help you save Black Canary." Tommy eyed the two imps suspiciously. "What the fuck are you guys?" Bat-Mite responded. "We're just two average Joes from the 5th dimension here to watch you work. We're your biggest fans, Tommy!" Tommy started. How did these little twerps know his name? "So... you're from the 5th dimension..." Tommy said. "So that's why you can teleport and do all that shit?" "Oh, we can do a lot more than that," Mr. Mxyzptlk said. "We can pretty much do anything. We can change things, send people pretty much wherever... oh, and get you laid many times over." Tommy furrowed his brow. "Huh? What are you talking about?" He asked. Bat-Mite laughed, a high-pitched whine emanating from him. "How do you think you've been fucking all these hot superwomen? Your smarts?" "Well..." Tommy said. "Yeah?" Both Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite laughed uproariously, leaning against each other for support. Mr. Mxyzptlk slapped Bat-Mite on the back as he laughed from deep in his gut. "...Fuck you guys," Tommy said quietly. "Sorry, sorry," Bat-Mite said through guffaws. "The point is, we're big fans of you and want to help. Black Canary has been captured by the evil villain Roulette to fight in an underground superhero bloodsport ring." "...What," Tommy said. That couldn't be a real thing... could it? "Oh yeah, it's all very exciting," Mr. Mxyzptlk said. "Bat-Mite and I have been betting on it and it's a lot of-" Bat-Mite elbowed him in the ribs, telling him to be quiet. "We'll take you there and help you get to Roulette so you can free Black Canary," Bat-Mite said. "...If, you know, you do something for us." There it was, Tommy thought. He wasn't sure if he could trust these two; they seemed a little weird, even for magical imps from the 5th dimension. But, if they did know where Black Canary was, he couldn't exactly afford NOT to trust them. "What do I have to do?" Tommy asked. "Simple," Mr. Mxyzptlk said. "You just have to let us go with you. Oh, and you have to let us watch you fuck Roulette." "Yeah, and you have to fuck her REALLY hard," Bat-Mite added. Tommy sighed. "Look, guys, I really need to save Black Canary and I don't really have time to fuck around this ti-" "Fuck around!" Bat-Mite said, laughing once again. "Oh ho ho, that's great!" Tommy continued. "...Don't have time to mess around with anyone this time." Bat-Mite looked glum while Mr. Mxyzptlk angrily tossed his cigar to the ground. "C'mon, we're helping you!" Mr. Mxyzptlk said angrily. "You get your little girlie back, we get to watch another high & mighty super get fucked!" "Yeah," Bat-Mite added in, "You have to fuck her. Besides, she's hot! Look at her!" The monitor on the Batcomputer suddenly flicked on and Tommy glanced at the screen. A beautiful dark-haired woman looked back at him, her eyes obscured by a set of small sunglasses. Her hair was done up with pins in it, holding it tight against her head. Two small Japanese characters were tattooed on her left cheek. Roulette's tall, curvy body was bound in a showy red dress that hung tightly to her neck and clung to everywhere else. The dress had a hole at Roulette's navel, showing her toned stomach. It then cut short at her right leg, showing at least one of her long, slender legs. The woman was a monument, a shining example of beauty for the world to worship. And then there was the tattoo... "Does that..." Tommy struggled to say, "Does that tattoo go from her leg to her stomach to her...?" Both Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite nodded eagerly. Roulette had a dragon tattoo that started at her exposed leg before winding up her stomach (the tattoo visible through the hole in her dress) and ending at her exposed left shoulder. Tommy couldn't decide what was hotter: the tattoo itself or the fact that Roulette knew it was hot and picked a dress that exposed it. He badly wanted to fuck her. And yet... "No," Tommy said, snapping himself out of his day dream. "I'm sorry, guys, I can't. Even if Roulette is super... super hot... no, I can't. I need to focus on Black Canary." The two imps sagged at the shoulders, clearly disappointed. "Fine," Mr. Mxyzptlk said sadly. "I guess we understand." "Will you guys still help me anyway?" Tommy asked. "I promise that next time I'll fuck whoever you want." The two imps huddled together, whispering. Tommy tapped his foot impatiently. He heard Bat-Mite snicker in delight and then the two unhuddled, apparently having made their decision. "Sure, we'll help you," Bat-Mite said. "We figure we owe you one." "Awesome!" Tommy said, smiling widely. He was finally going to get Black Canary back! "Thanks, guys. So, what's the plan?" Mr. Mxyzptlk smiled back. "We got it all planned out. This Roulette likes to gamble, you see? So, all you have to do is bet her for Black Canary's freedom. One spin of a roulette wheel... get it, because her name's Roulette... and you'll have Black Canary back!" Tommy was skeptical. "I'm not sure leaving my girlfriend's freedom up to a roulette wheel is such a good idea..." "Don't worry!" Bat-Mite said. "We got it all set for you. We'll make sure you can't lose." Tommy was still a little skeptical but he figured that if these little guys could make things disappear then fixing a roulette wheel would be a piece of cake. "Alright," He said finally, "Let's get-" *** "Started... wait, where the fuck are we?" Tommy asked. They had gone from the Batcave to a hallway. The hallway was painted blood red and there were a series of pictures up along the walls. They were costumed heroes, long passed. A sign hung above one, stating, "In Memoriam." "We're at Roulette's lair," Bat-Mite informed Tommy. "She's right through that door at the end of the hall. Oh, and in 2 seconds a guy is going to come through that door to your right." The door opened and a man looked at Tommy in surprise. He tried to pull a gun but Tommy, ready for him, knocked the man out with a chop. "Thanks," Tommy told the imp. "So... just go through that door?" "Yep," Mr. Mxyzptlk said. "Don't worry, we're right behind you." Tommy walked down the hallway and, deciding a dramatic entrance was best, kicked in the door. He strode confidently into the circular room, heading straight for the large desk in the center. Sitting behind it was Roulette, looking up in surprise at the sudden interruption. She began to smile slightly when she saw who had entered. "Well, well, isn't this a surprise," She said calmly, waving away the two guards who had burst in the door behind her at the commotion. "Please, Batman, have a seat." "I'll stand," Tommy said gruffly, trying to sound intimidating. "We're here to free Black Canary." Roulette's smile faded and she looked at Tommy with genuine confusion. "'We?'" Tommy looked behind him, discovering that both imps had disappeared. He cursed silently to himself. "I'M here to free Black Canary," He corrected. Roulette laughed. "I'm sorry, Batman, but she's a little... indisposed at the moment. She and our newest recruit, Batwoman, are... getting acquainted." Tommy swore again. He knew Black Canary could take Batwoman in a fight but he also knew she wouldn't be willing to hurt the other superheroine. He hoped he could free her in time. "I have an offer for you," Tommy said, going forward with the imps' plan. "Or a bet, I guess." Roulette arched an eyebrow in surprise. "I do love a good bet," She said. "What did you have in mind?" Tommy panicked. He had forgotten to actually come up with a bet. "Uh... well... if I win I get Black Canary freed, and if you win you get... um..." He absentmindedly fiddled with his utility belt. "You get my utility belt," Tommy said, pointing at it with his hand. "Your... utility belt?" Roulette asked, leaning backwards and crossing her arms. She seemed nonplussed at the idea. "Um, it's really cool!" Tommy said, trying to sell her on the idea. "You have the grapple gun, some batarangs, the line launcher, tracers, the glue gun is fucking sweet.. a whole bunch of other stuff..." Tommy took it off and laid it on Roulette's heavy oak desk. "Hmm..." Roulette spoke to herself, running through all the angles. "The glue could be useful... tracers would make it easier to find combatants... and I'd love a trophy like that for my office..." She glanced to her left and Tommy saw that corner of the room was filled with gadgets, trinkets and costumes from superheroes past. He wondered what happened to them. As she was contemplating Tommy's offer, he looked off to the side and there, by another entrance, he saw Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite. The two imps looked at him encouragingly and gave him reassuring nods. "I accept your wager, Batman," Roulette suddenly said, jerking Tommy back to attention. "On what were you planning to bet?" "Hmm..." Tommy pretended to think, "How 'bout roulette?" Roulette smiled and said, "I like it." She pressed a button at her desk and a section of the desk slid open, revealing a rising roulette table. It settled next to Roulette and she stood, leaning over the roulette wheel. Tommy noticed how her breasts hung and guessed she wasn't wearing a bra. She picked up the small white ball, holding it gently in her hand. "Are you sure I can trust your table?" Tommy asked suspiciously. He figured he should play it straight, despite knowing he was guaranteed to win. Roulette was offended. "Batman, I am a strict adherent to the motto of my grandfather," She said, pointing behind her. Tommy looked up and saw a portrait of an old superhero. Emblazoned on his chest were the words, "Fair play." "So you're an honest fight pit owner," Tommy said. "Exactly," Roulette replied. "Now, Batman: red or black?" "Black," Tommy said. Roulette smiled. "I guessed," She said. Then she spun the wheel and dropped the ball. Tommy was only half-paying attention. He already was planning on what he was going to say to Black Canary when he saw her again. He'd want to get her to a hideout, either hers or his, and then help her soothe any wounds. Then, after she had rested and recovered, he'd sit with her and tell her how much she meant to him, that he was in lov- "Red," Roulette said triumphantly. She hopped from her seat and grabbed the utility belt, holding it as a prize won. Tommy did a double-take and stared at the table, shocked. "Wait, red?!" Tommy said. "That can't be right, I... we... huh?" He looked over at the imps, scowling when he saw them laughing uproariously, yet silently, to one another. Roulette saw his eyes and glanced over but by then they had vanished. "Tough luck, Batman," Roulette said. "Now, if there's nothing else...?" Roulette returned to her desk and began to look over some documents. Tommy didn't know what to do. He looked at the side of the room and saw Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite once again, the two still laughing. Mr. Mxyzptlk saw him staring and got behind Bat-Mite. He pointed at Tommy, then Roulette, and then began to hump Bat-Mite from behind. Bat-Mite was alarmed, shoving Mr. Mxyzptlk off him. Tommy got the idea. He sighed heavily. "...How 'bout double or nothing?" Tommy said. Roulette didn't even look up at him. "No thank you, all bets are off at this time." Tommy felt a bead of sweat running down his back. What could make Roulette be willing to bet again...? "I'll fight," He said softly. Roulette's eyes slowly glanced up from her papers. "Excuse me?" She asked. "I'll fight," Tommy said again. "In your little ring. I'll fight if I lose. If I win, you have to let Black Canary go. And Batwoman too, I guess." Tommy didn't think it was right to leave her there. "Hmm..." Roulette said, her fingers once again arching in front of her face. "That is a tempting offer." Tommy sighed again. He saw the two imps, egging him on out of the corner of his eye. "And you have to suck my dick." Roulette's eyes went wide enough that Tommy could see the tops of them behind her sunglasses. Then she began to laugh. "Hahaha, oh Batman, I always thought you were smart," Roulette said. "I am a businesswoman, not some whore. Go find Catwoman if you need a blowjob and get out of my office." She pressed another button under her desk and 10 large men entered through every door in the room, all of them holding a weapon of some kind. Tommy gulped. "I'll pick zero," Tommy said suddenly. Roulette held up her hand and her henchman stopped. She flicked it away from herself and they slowly exited the room, glaring at Tommy all the while. She laughed once again. "I'm not sure what I'm going to enjoy more," Roulette said acidly, "The amount of money I'm going to make on you or watching you get murdered in my pit." Roulette grabbed the ball, spun the wheel and flicked the white ball the opposite direction. Tommy watched intently this time, his back damp with sweat. The ball whizzed over the numbers, bouncing wildly. As the ball danced the wheel began to slow and Tommy's eyes went wider. He glanced over at the imps and they were watching as well, their mouths in wide smiles. Tommy returned to the wheel as it slowed even further. The ball's bouncing became less furious and it seemed to be settling. Tommy muttered, "C'mon, c'mon," as the ball made its way towards zero. It didn't seem to have enough juice, though, and Tommy was just about to curse loudly as the ball seemed to settle into the number eleven. "Sorry, Batma-" Roulette started to say when suddenly the ball made an impossible bounce from eleven to zero, finally settling into Tommy's winning number. Tommy pumped his fist while Roulette slammed hers against the table. "Fuck yeah!" Tommy yelled out. "You cheated!" Roulette shouted at the same time. "Fuck ye... cheated?" Tommy asked, trying to look offended now. "How could I cheat? It's your table!" Roulette searched for a reason. "You must have a magnet... or something... I know you cheated!" Tommy held his hand up to his heart. "I would NEVER cheat. Fair play is my motto, too." He looked at the imps and noticed that they too had their hands over their hearts. Roulette sputtered and then collapsed into her expensive leather desk chair. She knew Batman had won. "Fine," She said quietly. "Black Canary and Batwoman are free." Tommy began to smile. "And the other thing?" Roulette glared up at him, her eyes shooting daggers from over top her glasses. "I'll do it," She said softly. Tommy feigned ignorance. "Do what?" He asked. Roulette gritted her teeth. "I'll suck your dick," She said angrily. Tommy broke into an open smile now as he walked around the desk. He wedged himself between Roulette and her desk, leaning against the thick oak. His hips were pointed towards her and, with her sitting, his crotch was just below her eye level. He grabbed the arms of her chair and pulled her close to him, her legs going between his. "A bet's a bet," He said lecherously, his hand slowly reaching into the pants of the Batsuit. He pulled out his half-hard cock and let it hang, the tip almost touching Roulette's nose. Her eyes went from narrow & angry to wide & shocked as she glimpsed Tommy's girth & length. Roulette eventually recovered herself, remembering that she was supposed to be angry, and slowly dipped her head. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth and she tentatively touched it against the tip of Tommy's dick. His cock bounced in response, growing ever harder. Roulette licked more confidently now and then lifted Tommy's cock into her mouth with her tongue, placing the head of his dick in her mouth. She then began to slowly bob her head on his dick. Tommy groaned. His eyes were closed and his head was tilted back, savoring the feeling of Roulette's mouth on his dick. He decided to let Roulette blow him instead of throating her; he had been doing that a lot lately, he'd realized, and he missed the feeling of someone taking their time on his dick. Still, his hips couldn't help but pump while Roulette bobbed on his dick. Her warm mouth took more and more of him, going about halfway down his shaft. She had bright red lipstick on and it made marks on his cock, making it easy to gauge her progress. Tommy was fully erect now, his cock stiff on Roulette's tongue. Tommy slowly opened his eyes, lowering them so he could watch Roulette work. He was surprised to see Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite standing on either side, getting a good look at Roulette's blowjob. Tommy tried to shoo them away but his hands seemed to phase through them. The two giggled silently in response. Let's Be Batman Pt. 40 "Go away," Tommy hissed at them. "Wha?" Roulette asked, her mouth full of Tommy's dick. "Uh, nothing, sweetheart," Tommy said quickly. His hand moved to the back of her head and Roulette resumed her rhythmic bobbing on Tommy's dick. He sighed. The two imps were still there, distracting Tommy from his blowjob. Tommy wasn't sure how he was supposed to cum with them standing there. Tommy swung at Bat-Mite and, while he was distracted, Mr. Mxyzptlk appeared and shoved Roulette's head down on Tommy's dick. The gambler gurgled in surprise as her mouth was full of Tommy's cock. Tommy felt his dick hit the back of Roulette's throat and looked down in surprise. The two imps vanished just as Roulette pulled herself off Tommy's dick, her eyes staring up angrily at Tommy. She collected the excess of spit that had flooded into her mouth while getting throated and spit it, the saliva covering Tommy's dick. "You bastard," She spat at Tommy, more spittle flying from her lips. Tommy tried to be apologetic. "I'm sorry," He said, holding his hands up in self-defense. "Won't happen again." Roulette angrily stared up over her glasses at Tommy and then she resumed her work, quickly finding her rhythm on his dick once more. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief and began to enjoy his blowjob once more. Roulette's tongue was quite talented, Tommy thought. She moved it like a snake, slithering around his shaft, almost wrapping itself around his cock. When she was at his head she would pull him out of her mouth just slightly, her lips still wrapped around him, and flicker her tongue against the tip of his cock. The feeling was intense and it made Tommy's knees want to buckle. Roulette began to use her hand in concert with her mouth. Tommy's cock was lubricated by her spit and it slid easily over his cock, running from the base of his dick to halfway up his shaft. Her hand would meet her mouth and then they'd separate, running up and down Tommy's cock simultaneously. "Fuck," Tommy muttered, his hand tightening over the knot holding together Roulette's hair. Tommy was openly bucking his hips now, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into Roulette's waiting mouth. Moans escaped her mouth every time Tommy's cock pulled out, a desperate gasping for air that was now familiar to Tommy's ears. He could feel himself ready to cum. He hadn't cum from a blowjob in a while and he besides, he needed to end this quickly so he could free Black Canary. 'Fuck those little imps,' He thought. In his mind he could already visualize his cum spurting down Roulette's throat, some of it spilling out of her mouth and landing on her tits, or maybe falling into the hole in her dress and landing on her dragon tattoo... Tommy felt a tap on his shoulder, distracting him from cumming. He looked over frantically and saw Mr. Mxyzptlk standing on the desk next to him. Mr. Mxyzptlk mimed, forming a circle with one hand and quickly inserting a finger through the circle with his other hand. Tommy waved him away, trying to focus on cumming, but Bat-Mite tapped him on the other shoulder and mimed the same motion. Tommy slammed his hand on the table and pulled Roulette off his dick. "Fuck!" He shouted. "I'm sorry, I can't cum." Roulette smirked at him. "The mighty Batman can't finish? What a shame." Tommy stared down at the villainess. She looked up at him smirking, even as her spit dribbled down her chin. 'She thinks she's won,' Tommy thought. "I'm sorry," Tommy said. "But I had already made a deal with some other people and I can't break it." Roulette frowned. "What are you tal-" Roulette was cut off when Tommy grabbed her underneath her shoulder, lifting her up off the floor. He moved to the side and threw Roulette stomach-first over her desk. Tommy quickly got behind her and lifted her dress to the side. As Tommy suspected, she wasn't wearing any underwear. "What... what are you doing?" Roulette asked. She was in unfamiliar territory here. "Sorry, but it's only fair play," Tommy replied. He pushed Roulette's legs apart with his own, stepping between them. His cock found Roulette's slit and his hands rested on her shapely ass. "What?!" Roulette said with alarm. "You can't, I didn't agree to thi- OHMIGOD!!" She screamed as Tommy shoved himself inside her. He was angry that he hadn't been able to cum, angry that the two imps were pestering him, angry that he couldn't see Black Canary yet. Unconsciously, Tommy was taking all his frustration out on Roulette's pussy. Tommy fucked Roulette savagely, his cock thrusting deep inside her surprisingly wet snatch. Tommy wasn't sure if it was from sucking his dick or the thrill of betting that made Roulette wet, but he could guess. Tommy grabbed Roulette's hips and began to thrust hard inside her, each time forcing most of his cock inside the villainess. Roulette groaned lowly each time, her whole body reacting to Tommy's thrust. Each time Tommy shoved himself inside her, Roulette's head bounced backwards. Her sunglasses bounced off her head, falling to the floor in front of her. Roulette didn't seem to care. Tommy's cock was raging inside Roulette's pussy. It had seemingly missed its first chance at cumming and now it was hot and angry, desperate for a chance to redeem itself. Tommy leaned himself forward, a hand coming off Roulette's hip and reaching under her for her breast. Tommy found one and grabbed it roughly. Roulette's head arched back further and her throaty groaning raised its pitch. As Tommy leaned forward, he saw that Roulette's phone was close to her head. One hand on her breast, the other reached for it and grabbed the receiver. "Tell them to release Black Canary," He ordered Roulette. She said nothing immediately; instead, she reached for the phone to dial. The heavy thrusting caused her to miss her mark at first, forcing her to hang up and try again. Finally, she dialed whatever number she needed to. "R-release Black Canary and... and... oh fuck... Batwoman," She said into the phone. There was chatter on the other end. "I don't... fuck!... care, just do it." Roulette said. "Tell them you love my cock," Tommy hissed at her. "By the way, I love Batman's cock. Jesus Christ!" Roulette shouted, throwing the receiver over the other side of the desk. It took the phone with it, sending it crashing to the floor. As the phone flew from her hand, Tommy could just barely hear a tinny voice say, "...What?" through the phone. Tommy resumed pounding Roulette, lifting himself back up and grabbing both her hips once more. As his hand gripped her right hip Tommy glimpsed her tattoo, slithering along her body. Tommy decided he wanted to see it. Tommy pulled himself out of Roulette and he lifted her up off the desk. She came up lethargically, mostly dead weight, and Tommy had to use his strength to flip her around and throw her down with her back on the desk. He spread her legs and yanked her close to the edge of her desk, her ass just barely hanging over. Tommy entered Roulette once more, roughly shoving his cock inside her. Her back arched and she began to groan from her throat, louder now. Tommy's dick was rubbing against the top of her pussy and it made both of them shudder. "I bet you're going to cum on my cock," Tommy said to Roulette. She could only moan now, no longer capable of coherent speech. Tommy leaned forward and ripped at the hole in her dress, tearing it from her navel to her neck. He pulled sharply at the tear, making it larger and forcing Roulette's exquisite breasts to fall out and away from her body. They bounced heavily with Tommy's thrusts, her rather large nipples clearly erect. Tommy wasn't focusing on those quite yet, though. First he gazed at Roulette's dragon tattoo that slithered up from her thigh, across her tight stomach, and then disappeared around her back before reappearing on her left shoulder. Tommy could see most of it now and it incensed his cock, making him once again desperate to cum. First, though, Tommy wanted to make Roulette cum on his dick. He began to thumb at her clit while he fucked her. Roulette lifted herself onto her elbows and threw her head back before bringing it forward once again. She looked at Tommy desperately, almost pleading. No poker face now; Tommy knew exactly what she was thinking. Tommy glanced up, behind Roulette, and saw the two imps once again watching the proceedings. They looked incredibly happy. Mr. Mxyzptlk was busily lighting a cigar while Bat-Mite had somehow gotten popcorn and was busily munching on it while he watched Tommy fuck Roulette. "Is this what you wanted?" Tommy asked the two 5th dimensional beings. "Fuck yes!" Roulette cried out, thinking Tommy was talking to her. Tommy turned his attention back to her, his thumb digging into her clit while his cock thrusted quickly into her pussy. Roulette opened her mouth to speak and then suddenly began to cum. She lifted herself up and wrapped an arm around Tommy's neck, holding herself tight to him as she convulsed on his dick. Tommy could feel the wall of Roulette's pussy rub against the underside of his dick, her shaking serving as a vibrator for him. Tommy pushed himself in deep and then held himself there while Roulette came. His dick deep inside her seemed to make her cum more and Roulette's groans turned into screams as she came. Tommy pulled himself out of her as Roulette's orgasm began to subside. She collapsed backwards onto the desk, her split wide. Tommy ripped from the hole down, turning her dress to ribbons and showing Tommy her entire body. Tommy began to quickly jerk himself, his cock wet from Roulette's pussy. He began to cum almost immediately and as he came he raised his cock high, allowing his cum to arc over Roulette's body. His first spurt of cum flew up and hit Roulette at the base of her chin, splattering against her. She raised her head in surprise, unable to comprehend what was happening, and watched as Tommy's cum began to cover her from neck to pussy. Tommy aimed his cum, making sure a thick rope had landed on each one of Roulette's perfect breasts. He also made sure his cum landed on Roulette's dragon, the white cum standing out on her green tattoo. Roulette's eyes were wide as she eyed Tommy's massive orgasm. It finally began to subside, Tommy breathing heavily. He leaned forward against the desk and, as he did so, his cock brushed against Roulette's pussy lips. She jerked and elicited a sharp squeal, her pussy still incredibly tender. A henchman entered the room at that moment. He started when he saw Batman leaning over his boss, her covered with his cum. The henchman tried to stare at a corner of the room and, when he realized it was circular, he simply stared at the ground. "Uh... boss? Those superheroes are all set, like you requested," The henchman said as he stared anywhere but at his boss. Roulette seemed to pay him no mind; she collapsed heavily against the desk, her hand running lazily over her cum-covered body. Tommy quickly slipped his dick back into his pants and turned towards the henchman. "Take me to them," He told the henchman. As Tommy left the room, he looked back one last time. He saw Roulette, still lying on top of her desk. And a little beyond her he saw Mr. Mxyzptlk and Bat-Mite. The two gave Tommy enthusiastic thumbs up as he left the room. *** "Dinah!" Tommy yelled as he saw Black Canary. He ran towards her and scooped her up into a big hug. "Easy, easy," Canary said, gently shoving herself away from Tommy. She grabbed her arm and tried to rotate it, gritting her teeth as she did so. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?" Tommy asked, genuinely concerned. Canary brushed off the pain. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little sore from using my arm so much. Do you have your car anywhere nearby? I'd like to get home." Tommy remembered how he had gotten there. "Shit, no," He said. "I took a different way here." He pressed a button on his belt, calling for the Batmobile. "Just give it a few minutes, it'll be here soon." As they waited, Batwoman walked up to Tommy & Dinah. "Thanks for getting me out of there, Batman. You were a lot more helpful than last night," Batwoman said with a knowing smile. She turned to Tommy's partner. "And it was really nice meeting you, Canary." Batwoman used her grappling hook on a nearby building across the street and disappeared into the night. "What did she mean, 'more helpful than last night?'" Dinah asked Tommy. "Oh, nothing," Tommy tried to say nonchalantly. Tommy stared at the ground and tried to change the subject. "Look, Dinah," He began awkwardly, "Losing you the past few days has given me a lot of time to think. When I thought I'd lost you, I... I couldn't bear it. What I think I'm trying to say is... Dinah, will you move in with me? Well, I guess I'd move in with you since I don't officially live anywhere. ...Dinah?" Tommy looked at Dinah and saw that she was still up at the building across the street. She blinked hard and then returned to Tommy. Her million watt smile appeared on her face. "I'm sorry, Sweetie, what were you saying?" She asked. Tommy could see the Batmobile rounding the corner. "Nevermind," He said. "It's not important." Let's Be Batman Pt. 41 Stephanie Brown, in her new guise as Batgirl, sighed as she spied on the 3... not villains, that seemed to give them too much credit... scoundrels...? that were huddled around the pile of palettes that served as their meeting table. Through the skylight above, Stephanie had a great view of the action. Or would, if there was action. 'Being Batgirl isn't nearly as fun as I thought it would be,' Stephanie thought. She thought she'd be working side-by-side with Batman, fighting evildoers, stopping real crime. Instead, she was watching 3 idiots argue. "No way am I worse than you!" A man in a green spandex onesie was yelling. "I'm control the weather! That's awesome! You control food!" The villain held his weather-contolling wand in his hand and was waving it in the air as he spoke. Above them, a cloud formed. "Fuck you, Weather Wizard!" The man in the blue spandex onesie yelled back. On his back were two large containers connected to a gun and around his waist were a variety of... sauce containers? Stephanie couldn't be sure. "I'm the Condiment King! You can't cut the mustard compared to me!" "Look, let's face it," the third man cut in. This one was wearing a purple spandex top, green & red striped bottoms, and maroon outside underwear. On his back were 4 dainty wings. He at least had the good sense to cover his face with a green helmet. "We're all terrible. That's why we're here, because we suck. What do we do about it?" The three all hung their heads, confronting their own inherent lameness. "You're right, Killer Moth, though I don't relish admitting it," The Condiment King said sadly. "I'm just a simple man that has a love for chemistry and condiments. Is that so wrong? How am I supposed to compete with the other villains in this town?" "You know what I heard?" Weather Wizard chimed in. "There's a guy in Gotham who kills people and then carves a notch in his skin! He's covered in these things! I make it rain lightly on people I don't like! I can't compete with that!" "Tell me about it," Killer Moth said, his voice muffled by his mask. "Why, the other day I was zip lining around Gotham and above me I suddenly saw some sort of bat/man monstrosity actually flying above me! I almost cocooned myself I was so scared!" "...Do you mean Batman?" Weather Wizard asked. "Because we've all seen Batman." Killer Moth shook his head. "No, not Batman. This was like, a bat but also a man. Some sort of mannish bat... whatever it was, it was terrifying!" "This town has gone to Hell slathered in hot sauce," The Condiment King lamented. Stephanie clicked on her comm and contacted Barbara Gordon, the former Batgirl, and let her know the situation. "Hey," She whispered, "I've followed those three... bad guys... to their hideout. Should I go ahead and apprehend them?" "No," Barbara said quickly. "Stay put and don't make a move. I'll send someone to take them down." Stephanie cursed silently to herself. "Copy," She said quietly. Once again, Barbara had refused to let Stephanie fight crime on her own. Since becoming Batgirl a few weeks prior, Stephanie had been doing recon missions like this instead of, you know, actually fighting crime. It frustrated her. Stephanie had gotten the opportunity to fight crime exactly once, when Barbara had been desperate and sent her as Batgirl to help Batman fight the League of Shadows. No one knew what had happened but they had all ended up sticky and naked. Well... that's not quite true. Stephanie remembered a few things, vague flashes that appeared to her at random. She remembered throwing an incendiary device at some barrels and then... strange visions. A pussy shoved at her mouth. Getting fucked in the ass. A cock showering her with cum. These sights came to Stephanie every time she masturbated. Stephanie was desperate to fight crime, not just because it was the right thing to do but because, deep down, she got off on it. It was her secret shame, the thing she never told anyone, but she worried that Barbara knew it. Fighting crime made Stephanie incredibly horny and it was her weakness. It had made her easily seduced by Black Mask and, if not for Batman's timely interference, would have led to Black Mask getting away scot-free. It was almost a shame to Stephanie that she couldn't fight crime by fucking instead of fighting. She was a great fighter, sure, but she was an even better fuck. At the same time, though, these thoughts made her ashamed. Superheroines weren't supposed to think like that. She doubted that Wonder Woman would ever get off on fighting crime, for instance. Stephanie tried to push the impure thoughts to the back of her mind. But even now, as Stephanie thought about subduing these three criminals, she started to feel horny. She couldn't see them through the cloud that had formed inside the building but she knew the layout well enough to attack. She thought about bursting down through the skylight and knocking out Weather Wizard with a kick to the face before spinning around and giving Killer Moth a chop to the neck. Condiment King would probably run away and Stephanie would snare him with a bola. As she thought about it her hand slid up her thigh, inching between her legs... "Batgirl," The comm sounded into Stephanie's ear, making her jump. "Batman is on his way. Should be there before too long. Sit tight and don't do anything." The comm clicked off. 'Batman?!' Stephanie thought with a certain amount of glee. She hadn't actually gotten a chance to meet Batman, not really. The only time she had met him was when they all woke up in Ra's Al Ghul's lair and quickly dressed themselves before leaving. Barbara had basically forbid Stephanie from following Batman around, mumbling something about him being too "adult" for her. Stephanie didn't know what that meant. Stephanie looked back down at the three villains, all of them still lamenting their fate. It seemed so easy to take them down. She imagined that Batman would be thrilled if he showed up to find them already subdued instead of having to waste his time. He'd probably thank Stephanie. It was decided. Stephanie stood up, getting ready to attack. As she prepared herself, she thought in the back of her mind that she would really need to get laid after this was over. *** "So what do we do?" Killer Moth was asking. "How are three normal guys like us supposed to compete?" As Killer Moth asked the question, he reached behind him and adjusted his moth wings. "I don't know how we're supposed to ketchup to these other guys," Condiment King said glumly. Weather Wizard threw up his hands. "Look, guy, we get it. You like condiments. Now can we stop with the Goddamn puns?" The abandoned building formed a storm cloud inside it. Condiment King made an innocent face. "I'm sorry, friend, didn't mean to offend. No need to get so salty." "Thanks, I-" Weather Wizard eyed Condiment King suspiciously. "I think we just need to do something big. You know, let people know that we're scary so they don't think they can push us around." Killer Moth tapped his fingers on the palettes, thinking. "You know, that's not a bad idea," He said softly. "We just need to make ourselves look intimidating so people don't interfere with our business." Condiment King was skeptical. "But what do we do?" He asked. "There's the rub." The three were thinking hard when suddenly the skylight above them shattered, glass showering them as it fell through the cloud above. A figure dropped down with the glass, a black figure, and it immediately began to attack as soon as it landed on the pallets. "Holy guacamole, it's Batman!" Condiment King yelled in surprise as a foot struck Weather Wizard square in the jaw, sending him flying backwards. The figure spun and slammed Killer Moth in the neck, right below his mask, with a karate chop. Then the figure turned towards Condiment King as he began to run. The Condiment King was halfway to the door when he felt his legs bind together, sending him crashing to the floor. The heavy, condiment-filled pack on his back landed on top of him, knocking the air out of his lungs. As he hit the ground he felt his gun land on the ground as well and heard a squicking sound as the impact ejected a condiment. "Eww," He heard a feminine voice mutter in disgust. Condiment King rolled himself over and saw that the figure was Batgirl, not Batman, and that his gun had landed a million-to-one shot, covering her chest in a sticky brown substance. She hopped off the pallets and walked towards the villain. Batgirl touched the substance with her hand and touched it to her tongue. "What is that, vanilla?" She asked. Condiment King began to shrug when suddenly Batgirl became wrapped up in thin white silk. Killer Moth had not quite been knocked out and he spun his silk around Batgirl, trapping her arms to her sides. She struggled and fell to her knees, trapped. "Nice shot, Killer Moth!" Weather Wizard yelled before wincing and gingerly grabbing his jaw. He picked himself up off the ground and helped his compatriots off the ground. Killer Moth held his neck and Condiment King wheezed as the three stood in front of Batgirl. "I can't believe we captured Batgirl!" Condiment King yelled excitedly. "Miso proud of us!" "Shut up," Weather Wizard said absentmindedly. "But yeah, we did it! We did a villain thing!" Weather Wizard tried to give Killer Moth a high five but the insect missed, his vision obscured by his helmet. Batgirl continued to struggle. As the 3 villains watched her, their smiles slowly faded as they realized they had an important question to answer. "So, uh... what now?" Killer Moth said. The other two villains stared at each other. None of them knew what to do. "Well... what would other villains do in this situation?" Weather Wizard asked. Killer Moth continued to rub his neck. "I guess... I guess they'd try to kill her," He said softly. All three villains looked down. None of them had it in them to kill someone. They were miscreants at heart, not murderers. But none of them wanted to admit that to each other, either. "Well, I guess we need to look at this from olive the possible scenarios. Murder is one of them," Condiment King mumbled. "It's a stormy solution but if that's what we have to do..." Weather Wizard said. Condiment King shot him a dirty look and Weather Wizard shot one right back. "What, you're the only one allowed to make puns?" "Shut up," Killer Moth told the two of them. "I mean, what else is there? I think we need to kill her. That'll show the rest of the villains in town that we mean business." Batgirl watched all of this go down with growing consternation. Suddenly, a different emotion fell over her face." "Ooh," She cooed softly. The three villains stopped their discussion and turned to Batgirl. They watched as she began to rub her leg softly with a bound hand, stopping just short of her crotch. "What... what is she doing?" Weather Wizard asked softly. "I don't know," Killer Moth responded, not taking his eyes off Batgirl. In the back of his mind he knew that this Batgirl was different from the one who had first arrested him; this one had blonde hair and she was bustier, more youthful, with poutier lips and a slightly sexier voice. In the front of his mind he was mostly thinking about the blood rushing to his dick. "I don't know what's come over me but I... I can't stop," Batgirl said. Her hand slipped between her thighs, running softly up her groin. The eyes of the three villains all bulged. "Uh, Condiment King," Weather Wizard asked without ever moving his eyes, "What exactly did you spray her with?" Condiment King gulped. "Well, vanilla is known in some parts of the world as an aphrodisiac..." Weather Wizard gulped in turn. "Should it act this fast, though?" "I don't know," Weather Wizard said somewhat sheepishly, "I've never actually hit anyone with it before." Batgirl was moaning openly now, her hand slipping between her legs and rubbing her crotch. Batgirl closed her eyes and bit her lip. The three villains bit their lip in turn. They all moved their hips back awkwardly and nonchalantly pulled at their suits, trying to hide their boners. "God, I'm just so, so horny," Batgirl whispered, seemingly to herself. She opened her eyes and looked at the three crooks. "The only thing that could make me hornier is if I had a cock to suck on." Weather Wizard, Condiment King, and Killer Moth all looked at each other. Then, at the exact same moment, all three began to furiously wrestle with their suits to whip out their dicks. "Goddamn onesie!" Weather Wizard yelled out, ripping at his green spandex suit. Condiment King was likewise encumbered, trying desperately to drop his backpack and gun. His condiment belt was an impediment and he too began to tear at the part of his suit that covered his crotch. "A-ha!" Killer Moth yelled out once he had removed his moth wings and pulled out his dick from his suit bottoms. He thanked the Lord that he wore a two-piece. The other two villains watched with tremendous jealousy as Killer Moth walked towards Batgirl, his cock already completely erect. Batgirl opened her mouth and eagerly took Killer Moth in her mouth, his dick quickly getting engulfed. She began to moan on his cock while she sucked on it, sending Killer Moth into shuddering fits. He breathed harshly into his mask, craning his neck awkwardly so he could see Batgirl suck his dick. Weather Wizard and Condiment King watched glumly as their friend enjoyed his blowjob, their cocks newly freed from the holes in their suits. They glanced at each other, then quickly turned slightly away and began to jerk themselves off. "You know," Batgirl said as she popped Killer Moth's dick out of her mouth, "I could probably service all of you if you untied me." Smarter criminals would have seen this as suspicious but the two villains not currently being blown immediately ran over and began to tug at the silk binding Batgirl. "That's not going to work," Killer Moth struggled to say as Batgirl resumed blowing him. "Did you know that... oh shit... silk is one of the strongest natural fibers on Ea-" "Shut up and help us!" Weather Wizard shouted, tearing furiously at the fabric. He got an idea and pointed his wand (the wand he used to control the weather, not his... you know what I mean) at the silk. From the cloud above a small thunderbolt shot down, hitting the silk and splitting it in half. Weather Wizard yelled in triumph and ripped at the silk, tearing the rest of the fiber off Batgirl. Her hands newly freed, Batgirl ripped off her gloves and then shot her hands up towards the cocks on either side of her. She began to jerk them as she continued to suck off Killer Moth. The three men stood around Batgirl as she pleasured all of them, all of them taking care not to look at each other. Condiment King grabbed a bottle from his belt and deposited some of its contents on his cock. The light yellow liquid served as lubricant as Batgirl jerked him and Condiment King sighed heavily. Batgirl, taking notice of the liquid on her hand, pulled off Killer Moth's dick and directed it towards Condiment King's. Killer Moth whimpered until he felt one of Batgirl's hands as it began to jerk him off. Batgirl placed her mouth on Condiment King's dick and sucked him, moaning in delight. She stuck out her tongue as she blew him, licking up all the liquid as it began to spill off the sides of his cock. Weather Wizard looked at Condiment King questioningly. "Aioli," Condiment King explained. Weather Wizard, eager to get his turn with Batgirl's mouth, reached over and grabbed a bottle of Condiment King's belt. He lathered the top of his dick with a dark red liquid and tapped Batgirl on the head. The superheroine turned her head and, adjusted her hands to focus on the two other cocks, began to blow Weather Wizard. "Ugh," Batgirl said suddenly as she got a taste of Weather Wizard's dick. She quickly moved away from it, going back to blowing Condiment King. The food royal grabbed the bottle from Weather Wizard's hand and examined it. "This is... oh God, do that thing with your tongue again... this is mignonette sauce," Condiment King said before turning turning his attention back to Batgirl as she blew him. Weather Wizard tentatively touched the oyster sauce that covered his dick and placed a small dab on his tongue. He was disgusted and, once he realized that he had just tasted something from his own dick, he was disgusted again. He wiped off the sauce as best he could on his suit and Batgirl resumed stroking him. The three villains took turns, Batgirl blowing them one at a time while she jerked the others. The fact that she couldn't use her hands meant that her mouth had to do all the work and she messily engorged herself, spit quickly covering her chin. She moaned while she sucked their cocks, clearly getting off on it, and the fact that they were all getting sucked off by Batgirl of all people got the villains off right back. It was Weather Wizard's turn with Batgirl's mouth and he was eagerly gripping the long, blonde hair that came out from Batgirl's hood, using it as leverage to fuck her face. He pushed her all the way down on his dick, her nose embedded in his pubic hair, and held her there. He finally let go, afraid that she might be angry that he had taken liberties with her, but instead Batgirl looked up at him and winked with the head of his dick still in her mouth. Weather Wizard shuddered. The three villains were struggling not to cum when Batgirl suddenly stopped the blowbang and looked up at the three villains from her knees. "Who wants to fuck me?" She asked eagerly. "I need a cock in my tight pussy right now." It was Weather Wizard who won this battle as he ran to the pile of pallets nearby and lied down on it, his dick standing up rigidly straight into the air. Batgirl tore at her suit, opening a large hole over her pussy, and hopped up onto the pallets. She straddled the villain and lowered herself onto his dick, taking him to the hilt with the first drop, and began to bounce. Weather Wizard noted with glee how sopping wet Batgirl was. The two began to moan almost immediately as they began to fuck. The other two villains were unsure what to do. They waited patiently for their turn when Batgirl looked behind herself, smiled at the two villains, and said words that made them almost cum instantly: "I still have two free holes, boys." Condiment King and Killer Moth scrambled towards her as Batgirl leaned forward on Weather Wizard's dick. The climate master began to pump his hips up into Batgirl's wet pussy as the other two villains took their places. Killer Moth once again found his cock in Batgirl's mouth and began to fuck it. Weather Wizard had to crane his body to the side to avoid the saliva that began to fall on the pallet as Killer Moth's cock pounded Batgirl's mouth. Condiment King, meanwhile, quickly squirted some vegetable oil on his cock. As it was lubricated, he took his place behind Batgirl, straining on his tiptoes to reach her voluptuous ass. He tore at the hole in her suit, enlarging it, and then slowly pushed his dick up against the entrance to her ass. Batgirl raised her butt higher in response, moaning on Killer Moth's cock, and Condiment King quickly slipped his dick inside her ass. Batgirl was airtight now, servicing all three villains with all three of her holes. The sounds were varied and clashed against one another in the empty building: Killer Moth groaned through his helmet, Weather Wizard had a high-pitched wheezing sound emanating from him, Condiment King was muttering something about horseradish, Batgirl's muffled moans came out from around Killer Moth's cock, and the sound of flesh hitting Batgirl's mouth, pussy and ass reverberated above everything else. Let's Be Batman Pt. 41 From below her, Weather Wizard began to notice that he could feel Condiment King fucking Batgirl's ass through the wall of her pussy. Unnerved, Weather Wizard began to time his thrusts so Condiment King and he were fucking her at the same time, pulling out and shoving in together. The thrusting shoved Batgirl forward, forcing Killer Moth's hips against her nose. Batgirl began to moan loudly now, the sensation of three cocks filling her up at the same time driving her over the edge. She began to shake, all of her sensitive nerves shot, and the three villains noted in amazement that she was going to cum. And cum she did, shaking violently as she orgasmed on their three dicks. It had been a matter of minutes since they had starting gangbanging her but that was all it took. The idea that Batgirl could cum from betting gangbanged was enough for Killer Moth, the villain's dick quivering as he fucked Batgirl's mouth. "I'm going to cum," He said weakly to Batgirl. She, still in mid-orgasm, responded by screaming on his dick and shoving her head forward, throating him. Killer Moth groaned as he began to cum in her mouth, his semen shooting down her throat. Batgirl struggled to wrap her lips around his dick as she came herself but her throat muscles worked over time to swallow the villain's cum. Killer Moth grabbed onto the ears of Batgirl's cowl, desperate for support as he felt her throat tighten around his cock. Killer Moth groaned heavily and stepped backwards, his spent dick falling out of Batgirl's mouth. He backed up to the wall and leaned against it, letting it support him. He was spent. With her mouth no longer full, Weather Wizard & Condiment King could hear Batgirl's moans fully now as they simultaneously fucked her pussy and ass together. The superheroine looked down at Weather Wizard as he fucked up into her pussy, her eyes full of lust. "Cum in my tight little batpussy," She asked him. Weather Wizard's eyes watered as he quickly complied with her request. He pumped up thrice more and then began to cum, his semen shooting up into Batgirl's cavity. Condiment King felt Weather Wizard's cock twitching inside Batgirl and began to cum himself. He didn't have time to process if that was gay or not; he was too busy yelling, "Sweet baby syrup!" as he came inside Batgirl's ass, load after load falling inside her. He tugged at her small cape as he came, using it to hold himself inside her as his dick shot its seed. The two villains came together, filling Batgirl with cum. They came loudly and eagerly, never stopping fucking her as they orgasmed. Killer Moth watched with interest, jerking his cock. He hadn't gotten the opportunity to fuck Batgirl and he was eager to get hard again so he could try. As Weather Wizard stopped cumming, he sank his head onto the wooden pallet and looked up with tired eyes at Batgirl. She smiled down at him. "Good boy," She said. "Now get some sleep." Weather Wizard didn't have time to process her words before Batgirl suddenly lifted herself up and came down with a crushing forearm on Weather Wizard's face. His nose was broken and he was knocked unconscious almost instantly, his dick still inside the heroine. "What in the worchestershi-" Condiment King began to say, pulling himself out of Batgirl, before Batgirl reached behind her and grabbed him by his blue suit. She executed a picture-perfect judo throw. He went flying and landed against a surprised Killer Moth, still leaned up against the wall. The two collided and Condiment King landed upside down, his head smashing against the floor. He too was unconscious almost instantly. Killer Moth, the first man to cum and now the last man standing, was sitting on his butt against the floor. His helmet had been shattered by the impact of the Condiment King and half his face was visible, showing his bewildered expression. He groggily watched Batgirl flip herself off the pallets, landing on her feet. She quickly walked towards Killer Moth. "You know what the best part about this is?" Batgirl asked Killer Moth. The villain looked at her with his one exposed eye. "Wha...?" He asked weakly. Batgirl leaned forward, looking him in the eye. "No one will ever believe you," She whispered to him. Then she reared her fist back and punched him as hard as she could, right in the face. *** Stephanie had just finished tying the 3 villains together when she heard a soft thud behind her. She turned around, panicked, and saw that Batman had entered the room. 'Oh God,' Stephanie thought, 'I haven't had time to clean up.' She could feel the wet saliva cooling around her mouth, the cum running down her legs, the wildness of her hair from the three villains tugging on it while she sucked their cocks. Batman stared at her. Full of shame, Stephanie struggled not to cry. She knew Batman would be furious with her for fucking a criminal, let alone three at once. She felt like a slut, knowing that this wasn't how superheroines were supposed to behave. He was probably going to make her retire. "What... what happened here?" Batman asked, her eyes narrowing. Desperate to explain herself, Stephanie quickly began to explain herself. "I'm sorry Batman but they were talking about killing me and it was the only thing I could think of to stop them and sure I may have cummed once but it's not like I enjoyed it that much and besides I stopped them so please don't be mad at me-" Batman held up his hand and Stephanie instantly became quiet. She stared at the ground nervously, almost shaking with fear. "Look at me," Batman said quietly. Stephanie lifted her head and looked at Batman, her lip quivering. 'Here it comes,' She thought. "Did you really fuck these three all at the same time?" Batman asked. Stephanie nodded quickly, her eyes returning to the floor. "Well that's..." Batman began to say. Stephanie winced. "That's awesome," Batman said. Stephanie looked up quickly, her eyes full of confusion. "You're not... mad at me?" She asked softly. "Mad?!" Batman said, smiling gawkily. "Hell, I'm impressed. You should probably put some sort of compartment down... there, though, so you don't rip your suit every time. And don't let them cum on your face, because they might try to blind you with it." Stephanie nodded, still thoroughly confused. Batman began to move towards the three criminals to check their bonds. "Thank you, Batman, for being so understanding," Stephanie said. She felt like crying again but for different reasons. "Hey, sex is a weapon too," Batman told her. "And it's way more fun than fighting." Stephanie eagerly agreed. She began to collect the villain's weapons, placing them all in one big pile. As she did she saw Batman surveying the scene. He muttered to himself, "All at the same time..." and then, nonchalantly, moved his body awkwardly and pulled at the part of his suit that covered his crotch. Let's Be Batman Pt. 42 "Well I thought that went pretty well," Tommy said aloud. The other members of the Justice League shot dirty looks at him from around the table in the Watchtower's great hall. They obviously didn't agree. Deep down, Tommy knew that it had, in fact, not gone that well. The Justice League had been called together to battle a group of White Martians. Things had gotten off to a rough start when Tommy had asked, "Where are these guys from?" and hadn't gotten much better from there. The plan seemed fairly simple: the rest of the League was supposed to do battle with the Martians while Tommy, as the "brains" of the League, was supposed to light a large fire in the center of the battlefield (fire being a Martian's biggest weakness). The rest of the League had done their job extremely well, even without Superman as their big heavy: Wonder Woman had gotten the upper hand on the Martian's leader, Protex, while the rest of the league fought their foes to a draw. Tommy had set up the fire, as he was supposed to, and was all set to light it when he had run into a White Martian name Tronix. The tall, busty Martian had been terrified of the fire and had begged Tommy not to bring it closer, telling him that she'd do anything. One thing had led to another and, well... "Where the fuck were you, Batman?" Green Arrow asked,gingerly touching the bandage on top of his head. He had narrowly avoided having a building fall on him during the battle. "I was, uh..." Tommy began. He didn't think, "Balls deep in Martian pussy," would be an acceptable response. "He was attacked and defeated a Martian all on his own," Wonder Woman said quickly. She gave Tommy a quick look. He was impressed that she was keeping his cover. "I saw him do it. It was masterful." "Oh," Hawkgirl responded as she tightened the tourniquet on The Flash's leg. The speedster winced and tried to keep his leg elevated. "I guess that's okay then." Aquaman snorted haughtily. "Still, we were counting on you, Batman, and you didn't come through. If Fire hadn't shown up we would have been burnt!" Aquaman chuckled at his joke and looked to the rest of the League for affirmation; none of them paid him any attention. "It was no trouble," Fire, the heroine of the day, said with just a slight accent to her voice. "Ice & I were traveling and decided to stop when we heard you were in trouble. It was luck that you happened to be fighting someone who was vulnerable to fire." "Absolutely," Ice chipped in with a stiffer Scandinavian accent. "And luck that the wind hadn't blown the fire out of control before I was able to put it out." Tommy glanced sideways at the two new heroines, trying not to make it obvious that he was checking them out. The two were very different; if Tommy didn't know better, he would have assumed that they would be enemies, not friends. Fire was... well, fiery. The Brazilian bombshell had heavily-tanned skin and green everything else: bright green hair with a matching green bandana, a green bustier that left her cleavage and stomach exposed, low-cut green pants that barely covered what they need to cover, green gloves, green shoes, even green lipstick. Tommy had discovered earlier that even her fire was green. 'I wonder if all of her hair is Green...' Tommy thought. The other one, Ice, couldn't have been more different. She wore a cool blue jumpsuit with a white half-shirt that hung over her breasts. The Nordic beauty wore long white gloves and furry white boots to match her white hair and white lipstick. Her facial features were sharper, more defined, with a aquiline nose. Her eyes were softer than Fire's though, a serene blue in contrast to Fire's dazzling emerald eyes. Even though they were so different, Tommy noticed that they were both staggeringly beautiful. Fire was bustier, more curvy, with the stereotypical Brazilian ass. Ice was more slender but perkier, more subtle in her sexiness. He imagined being with the two of them: Fire would be wild and prefer to be on top, while Ice would be more submissive and delicate, letting Tommy have his way with her. Tommy crossed his legs at the table, shifting his growing dick to the side. Hal Jordan put an end to the proceedings. "Alright, everyone, the fact is that we stopped them and saved the day. We can debrief later. Those of you who need to get medical attention, go get it. Everyone else, rest up." The meeting broke up and everyone headed to different parts of the floating space station. Tommy made his way over to Wonder Woman as she headed off to her quarters. "Hey, I just wanted to thank you for covering for m-" Tommy began to say. Wonder Woman cut him off and shoved him into a side room, almost knocking him off his feet. "You idiot," She hissed at him, holding him against the wall with her index finger. "I didn't cover for you, I covered for Batman. Can't you keep your dick in your pants for 2 seconds?" Tommy thought genuinely about the question. He honestly wasn't sure. "I'm sorry," Tommy said. "I guess I got a little distracted." Wonder Woman's eyes widened. "YOU got distracted? How am I supposed to fight when I can hear some Martian girl screaming about your cock? You need to- I swear to God if you don't stop smiling I will kill you." Tommy quickly bit his tongue, trying not to laugh. "Just get your shit together and stop fucking everything that moves," Wonder Woman said, releasing Tommy from the wall. Wonder Woman walked out of the room, giving Tommy one last glare. When she noticed him checking out her ass, she huffed and stomped off. Tommy felt a small amount of guilt for what he had done. Or, at least, he felt guilt for upsetting Wonder Woman. He stood in the room, collecting himself, when he heard giggling. He looked up and saw Fire & Ice walking by, the two of them whispering to one another as they giggled. Tommy couldn't help but feel that they were talking about him. The two noticed him watching them and began to laugh harder. Tommy looked down to see if his erection, full now from being so close to Wonder Woman, was noticeable. It wasn't, so he wasn't sure what was so funny. As the two women walked down the hall, it was Cyborg's turn to walk by. He stopped when he saw Batman, clearly finding who he was looking for. "You're all set, Batman," Cyborg told him. "I have the data files from today's fight all set in your private quarters." "Oh, okay," Tommy replied, pretending that he knew what was going on. "And I'm going to do what I always do now, which is...?" Cyborg paused before realizing he was supposed to be talking. "Right, another test," Cyborg said quietly. "You're going to use those files to judge the Justice League's strategy and make any necessary changes that need to be made." "Exactly!" Tommy said. "Man, you're pretty good at this." The young black man blushed, or at least Tommy thought he did. Cyborg began to leave the room when Tommy called out to him. "One last test," Tommy said. "...Where exactly is my private terminal?" *** Tommy examined Batman's private quarters with satisfaction. "Not bad," He muttered. He was in a rounded room that came equipped with a nice, high bed, a computer station and even a bathroom. A large window gave Tommy a view of the Earth as the Watchtower floated around it. Tommy stared for a good minute, taking in the view. Australia was larger than he thought. "Okay, now the data files," Tommy said to himself. He was a little worried as to what exactly these files captured; he didn't exactly want the rest of the League to see his dick wedged between a Martian's huge tits. Tommy began to cycle through the video, trying to spot himself. "Let's see... Green Lantern crunching a dude with a train construct... oh shit, that building almost killed Green Arrow... is Aquaman crying?... here we go." The camera was focused on Wonder Woman but, behind her, Tommy could see himself thrusting in the background. The big-titted Martian was on her back, her large breasts heaving as Tommy fucked her. Tommy fast-forwarded just a little bit and then played, just catching himself pulling out and cumming on the Martian's tits and face. She began to blow him greedily, eagerly sucking his semen down. Tommy felt his cock ache as he watched his handiwork. Tommy erased the video, sad that he wouldn't be able to keep it for his, ahem, private use. He cycled through the rest of the video but couldn't find any more evidence of his wrongdoing. He exited out of the video and looked at his monitor. "Hmm... I wonder what else is on here..." Tommy began to look at the programs on the computer, wondering if any of them were interesting. He found one that might prove useful. "Security.exe" The file said. Tommy opened it up and the screen suddenly changed. Tommy realized that he now had access to every security camera in the Watchtower. On the left were a variety of descriptions: "TrainingCenter," "Infirmary," "MessHall," "PrivateQuarters..." 'Private Quarters sounds interesting,' Tommy thought. He clicked on it and a series of tiles opened up, showing the Justice League in their own private quarters. Tommy clicked on the one in the top left and saw Cyborg sleeping in his bunk. Tommy clicked over to the next one. Hal Jordan was at his desk, working on something. Tommy was about to change when he saw Green Lantern lift his head, like he had heard knocking on the door. The Lantern bounded up from his desk and opened the door. He let someone in... it was Vixen. The door had barely closed when the two began to paw at each other, kissing passionately. Hal picked up the African goddess and threw her on the bed. He climbed on top of her and they began to kiss once more. Tommy made a mental note to return to that screen in 5 minutes. He moved to the next screen and saw Aquaman at his desk. His back was to Tommy but Tommy could see that the Atlantean was working on something, as his hands were busily moving. 'Wait a minute...' Tommy thought to himself. He knew that hand movement. "Ugh," Tommy said aloud as he realized Aquaman was jerking off. Tommy moved to change the screen when something caught his eye; something on Aquaman's monitor seemed off. Tommy zoomed in to take a look at what Aquaman was jerking off to. "Are those... manatees?" Tommy muttered in disgust. Aquaman was jerking off to Manatees. "Goddammit, Aquaman," Tommy said to himself. Tommy clicked away, finding a room at random. He looked for movement but the room was empty. Checking the camera name, he realized that it was Fire & Ice's room. Tommy was especially disappointed now; he was kind of hoping to see a show, especially now that he knew they shared a room. He wondered how close they were... Suddenly, Tommy jumped as a knock was heard at his door. Tommy quickly shut the program and turned off his screen. He made sure his erection was still tucked to the side and then went to answer the door. Taking a deep breath, Tommy opened the door nonchalantly. "How can I help..." Tommy trailed off as he saw Fire & Ice standing at his door. Fire was leaning against the frame of the door, a small smile on her lips. Ice was standing sheepishly with her hands behind her back, unconsciously pushing her breasts forward towards Tommy. It was hard not to gawk. "We need to talk," Fire said confidently. Tommy nodded robotically, moving to the side. Fire strode in to his quarters and Ice shuffled in after, nervously tucking her white hair behind her ear. Tommy closed the door and turned to face the two heroines. They had sat on the bed, Fire leaning back lazily on it while Ice sat properly on the edge. "So, what can I do for you two?" Tommy asked nervously. He wasn't sure what was going on but their demeanor unnerved him. He wondered if this had anything to do with what they were giggling about earlier. "Well, Batman," Ice began to say nervously. "During the battle, when we first arrived, we... we happened to see..." "We saw you," Fire finished her friend's sentence for her. Tommy tried to play it innocently. "Saw me what?" He asked dumbly. "We saw you with you that Martian," Ice added in. Tommy kept up his demeanor for a moment, but looking at the two women he knew they had him. "Fuck," He said softly. Fire smiled that sly smile of hers. "It's okay," She said sexily. "We were very impressed." Tommy narrowed his eyes. "Impressed?" He said, confused. Fire continued. "VERY impressed. I've known you for a while, Batman, but I had no idea you had such a... a..." "Huge cock," Ice jumped in. Tommy looked at her, surprised by her language, and Ice's face reddened. She once again pushed her hair behind her ear. "Exactly," Fire said, thanking her friend. "We won't tell anyone about your little... what is the word in English... escapade, but you have to do something for us." Tommy was both scared and excited. "What do I have to do?" Ice leaned forward, a leg bouncing nervously up and down. "We want to see it." Tommy looked back and forth between the two women. Fire was smiling sexily, her tongue running over her teeth, while Ice was biting her lip in anticipation. Tommy was more than happy to oblige them but he thought about what Wonder Woman had said. He couldn't immediately go and fuck two other members of the Justice League now, could he? "I don't know..." Tommy said uncertainly. Fire leaned over and placed her hand underneath Ice's chin. The two heroines came together and kissed softly, their lips brushing against one another. "Okay," Tommy said certainly. He jammed his hand inside his Batsuit and pulled out his erect cock. "Nossa," Fire muttered in Portuguese. "Jøss!" Ice exclaimed in Norwegian. "Damn," Tommy said in surprise as he looked down at his dick. Apparently Martian pussy was a little tighter than he had thought; at some point he had gotten a bruise on the top of his dick. It had a nice dark blue look to it. He looked at it with concern and then looked at the two heroines sitting on the bed in front of him. "Ooh, poor baby," Fire said, smiling slightly. "Ice, it looks like he has a bruise." "That's not good," Ice replied, seeming genuinely concerned. Fire turned back to Tommy. "Don't worry, Batman, we know how to help bruises." Fire gently leaned forward and grabbed Tommy's dick, tugging him towards her. Tommy noticed how hot her hand was on his dick. "The key to getting rid of a bruise," Fire was saying, pulling Tommy close to the two of them, "Is to alternate heat..." Fire suddenly leaned forward and bobbed on Tommy's dick, taking most of him in her mouth. He gasped at how hot his dick felt in her mouth, her tongue rolling up over his dick and running along the top. Fire pulled her head back, letting Tommy's dick fall out of her mouth. "...And cold," She continued, pushing the back of Ice's head forward. The Nordic heroine followed Fire's example, taking Tommy's dick in her mouth. Tommy sucked in air between his teeth as he felt Ice's cold mouth engulf his dick. Even as his balls sucked up closer to his body, though, Tommy felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure flowing through his body. Ice pulled her head away and smiled sheepishly, wiping the sides of her mouth with one finger. "Does that feel better?" Ice asked Tommy. "Yeah," He replied, "But I think it might be better if we tried heat and cold at the same time." Fire & Ice smiled and then giggled together before turning to each other and kissing softly, their tongues lapping against one another. Then they brought their mouth closer as they continued to kiss and their tongues began to flicker on the tip of Tommy's dick, the heat and cold confusing his nerves. He shuddered, at any rate. The two continued down his shaft, their lips each pressed against one side. When they reached the base Fire moved down while Ice moved up. Fire began to suck on Tommy's balls while Ice ran her tongue along the top of his dick; she returned the head of his cock to her mouth and began to eagerly suck him off. Tommy sighed and watched as the two heroines went to work on his cock. His hands rested on the backs of both women's heads, their tongues eagerly running along every inch of Tommy's groin. Fire pulled Tommy's balls out of her mouth and grabbed the bottom of his shaft with one fiery hand, yanking him out of Ice's mouth. She began to deepthroat Tommy, his cock hitting her throat. Ice placed an icy hand at the base of Tommy's shaft and began to jerk him while Fire deepthroated him. Tommy groaned in response. The two alternated sucking Tommy's cock, their mouths deepthroating him one after another. Tommy was in Heaven as his cock darted between the mouths of the two heroines. They were leaning forward on the bed, their faces obscured, but Tommy could hear them sloppily sucking his dick. "Suck his fat cock," Tommy heard Ice tell her friend. Fire eagerly complied, downing Tommy's cock as far as she could go. Tommy could feel her breathing through her nostrils, her breath hot on the top of his shaft. As Fire throated him, Ice flipped off her white half-shirt. (Tommy noted with satisfaction that her nipples were, in fact, hard.) She then reached behind her and pulled down the zipper on her light blue bodysuit. Once it was down to her lower back, Ice stood up and shimmied off her suit, exposing her tight body. She grabbed Tommy by the chin and kissed him hard before pulling away and looking him dead in the eye. "Eat my pussy," She demanded of Tommy as she pushed herself up and laid flat on the bed. Tommy was surprised by how forward she was; she wasn't exactly the shrinking violet he assumed. Tommy leaned himself forward, Fire's mouth still firmly attached to his dick, and lowered his face towards Ice's pussy. She had a small tuft of fluffy white bush at the top, the hairs tickling Tommy's nose as his mouth got closer. Tommy began to lick Ice's pussy and was amazed at how delightful she tasted. She was cool, almost cold, and Tommy noted that it was like licking a pussy-flavored popsicle. He happily ran his tongue inside her, flicking her clit every so often. Fire was still below him, still sucking his dick. She had sat on her ass and was sucking slightly up, pulling Tommy's dick down and into her mouth. Tommy's mouth was getting cold and his dick was getting hot; he felt like the Earth that was peeking at him from the window across the room. "Yeah that's right, eat my fucking pussy," Ice was muttering in a higher voice, her hips lightly pushing her pussy into Tommy's face. He grabbed her by the hips to steady her as he ate her out. His tongue was cooling and Tommy noted that he couldn't quite feel the tip of it anymore; he took a quick break to put it back in his mouth, letting his saliva warm his tongue back up. Then he stuck it out and began to lick Ice once more. "Oh fuck, oh fuck..." Ice was saying, her hips bucking slightly now. Suddenly, she stopped moaning. "Hey, why'd you stop?" She asked, half in confusion and half in anger. "Unngh!" Tommy replied. He couldn't talk. He was stuck. Tommy felt Fire's mouth leave his dick and heard her shuffle out from underneath him. From beside him, she spoke. "I... I think he's stuck," She said in her soft Brazilian accent. Tommy tried to pull his tongue away and Ice's skin followed with him; she yelped and slapped him on the top of the head. "Unnnh mmmmm!!" Tommy said with alarm. "Here, let me help," Fire said, stifling a laugh. She brought her hand next to Tommy's mouth and he felt Ice's vagina warm slightly; after a time, his tongue came off her easily. Tommy smacked his mouth, trying to warm his tongue back up. "Don't worry, Batman, I can take over," Fire told Tommy. Ice moved backwards on the bed, allowing Fire to bend over it. As the Brazilian began to go down on the Norwegian, Tommy jerked his dick and stared at Fire's nice, big ass. Let's Be Batman Pt. 42 "You want to fuck her?" Ice asked, leaning up on her elbows and playing with her erect nipples as Fire ate her out. "Fuck her." That was all the encouragement Tommy needed. He reached underneath Fire, undoing her tight green pants. Then he pulled them down past her knees. Fire spread her legs in response and arched her back as Tommy stepped between her legs. Tommy sighed and pushed his hips forward, sliding inside Fire's hot pussy. He heard Fire moan into Ice's pussy as Tommy began to fuck her. "Choke on my cunt, cunt," Ice hissed at Fire, grinding her pussy into the heroine's face. FIre only moaned in response. Tommy wondered it was with people with ice-based powers and dirty mouths. He also wondered what that slight burning smell was, before looking down and noting with alarm that the pubic hair that brushed against Fire's skin as he shoved himself inside her was beginning to singe. Tommy couldn't stop, though, not with this hot ass staring him in the face. Tommy gripped Fire's ass hard with both hands and began to fuck her faster, his dick pounding inside her. "Smack her ass," Ice commanded Tommy. He complied, striking Fire's literal hot ass with his gloved hand. Even through the protective material, Tommy could feel how hot she was getting. Fire yelped into Ice's pussy and pushed herself backwards, driving Tommy deeper inside her with his next thrust. "Smack that bitch's ass harder! Fuck her like a pig!" Ice screamed, grabbing a handful of Fire's green hair in her hand and driving her pussy even harder up against the heroine's face. Tommy didn't know what she meant by "fuck her like a pig" but he certainly fucked her hard, stinging her ass with a hard slap across the cheek. Fire moaned openly now. Tommy felt something tickle the underside of his dick. Looking down as he pulled his dick almost all the way out, Tommy could see that Fire had slid a hand between her thighs and was masturbating herself. Fire was pleasuring three people at once now: eating Ice, fucking Tommy, rubbing herself. She was quickly driving all of them to orgasm. "OH FUUUUUUCCCCKKK!!" Ice began to loudly scream, her hips off the bed and completely latched onto Fire's face. Tommy could see steam rising as Ice's cold orgasmic juices met Fire's hot lips. Ice threw her head back onto the bed, her hands tightly gripping the bed covering as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Watching Ice cum made Tommy incredibly hot. Or, at least, he thought it was watching her until he realized that Fire's pussy was, well, on fire. Tommy's hairs were too, causing him to pull out of Fire and begin tapping his groin, trying gingerly to put out the small embers that surrounded his cock. Fire either didn't notice or didn't care; she was too far gone, her fingers doing the work to bring her to orgasm. She began to cum just as Ice stopped, her legs collapsing underneath her and sending her sliding off the bed. She fell to her knees and began to moan her orgasm, shuddering violently. Her hand never moved from her legs, it fervently moving on her clit to send her orgasm into overdrive. Tommy was glancing down at his dick, trying not to notice the peculiar smell now emanating from it, when he saw a creamy white hand reaching toward it. Ice grabbed him by the shaft, yanking him closer to her. Tommy yelped at the coldness of her hand as Ice pulled him close and tossed him on the bed with surprising strength. Tommy landed on his stomach but had flipped to his back just as Ice straddled him. "I'm going to make you cum so hard it hurts," Ice told him, and from the look on her face Tommy could tell she was serious. A little unnerved but also incredibly aroused, Tommy's dick shot straight up as Ice lowered herself onto it. Tommy's dick was immersed in a cool embrace as Ice's pussy wrapped around his cock. Ice hopped quickly on Tommy's cock, her perky breasts bouncing lovely as she bounced. Her hands dug in on the armor on Tommy's chest, her hand running along the bat crest. She looked down at Tommy intensely, her eyes glaring at him. "Tell me you're my bitch," She told Tommy as she changed tack and began to twirl her hips around Tommy's cock. "Wha-What?" Tommy asked, not quite hearing her. Ice moved a hand and slapped Tommy across the face, her cold hand stinging against his skin. "Tell me you're my bitch!" Ice yelled at him. "I-I'm your bitch!" Tommy said quickly, terrified of what would happen if he didn't. Ice seemed satisfied and now begin to throw herself heavily into every thrust, leaning forward slightly as she did so. Tommy's cock was feeling pleasure but was also feeling cold, completely engulfed in Ice's pussy as it was. His teeth began to chatter before he suddenly felt an intensely warm feeling on his shaft as it exited Ice. He looked underneath the woman on top of him and saw green hair; he realized Fire was licking his dick with her tongue as it exited her friend. "Oh fuck," Tommy muttered, the intense disparity in heat driving the sensitive nerves in his cock insane. Fire's hand wrapped around his balls, fondling them gently, and Tommy could feel the cum in his balls heating up and heading towards his cock. "Oh God, pound me with that fat dick you bitch!" Ice yelled out, leaning all the way forward. Tommy gripped her by the ass and fucked upwards, Fire's tongue running along his shaft all the while. Tommy fucked hard, his cock a blur inside the Nordic princess. Finally, Tommy could feel that he was going to cum and he began to sigh heavily. Ice pulled herself off his dick and it fell forward into Fire's waiting mouth. An intensely warm sensation surrounded Tommy's dick and he waited for the sweet release of his cum. "Make her choke on your cum," Ice said from over top of him. Tommy did his best to comply, sinking his head into the bed and lifting his hips towards Fire as he came. He came upwards into Fire's mouth as the heroine worked quickly to swallow as much of it as she could. She wasn't quite able to, though, and some of it spilled out of her mouth and down the sides of his cock. Ice flipped herself on Tommy, her mouth now facing his dick, and she ducked it low to lick up the cum Fire had missed. Fire helped her by allowing a little bit of cum fall out of her mouth, giving Ice more cum to swallow. The two heroines eagerly slobbered on Tommy's dick, making it messy with cum and their spit. Tommy just laid down on the bed, completely content. "Fuck," He muttered to himself. Fire & Ice helped themselves to Tommy's cum, occasionally sharing it back and forth around his cock. When they had their fill they hopped off the bed and began to quickly dress. Ice had to slide into her skintight suit while Fire quickly lifted her pants and buttoned them. They glanced at the large window, staring at their reflections to appear presentable. Ice tried in vain to organize her tousled hair while Fire wiped the sloppy green lipstick from the sides of her mouth. As Ice put on the tiny white shirt that covered her erect nipples, Fire turned and faced Tommy as he lied on the bed. "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone about that Martian," She said as she walked around the bed. She gripped his softening cock in his hand, causing him to jump. "We might have to tell people about this, however." Ice turned away from the window and once again seemed to be the good girl she normally was. She looked at Tommy and quietly said, "Sorry about slapping you." Fire laughed. Tommy laboriously lifted himself off the bed and pulled his suit pants up, covering his cock. He walked the two heroines to the door. He was looking at them as he opened it and saw their eyes open wide, seemingly with fear. Before Tommy even turned his head he knew was there. "Unbelievable," He heard Wonder Woman say. By the time Tommy turned his head, Wonder Woman was already halfway down the hallway. "Uff da," Ice said softly. Let's Be Batman Pt. 43 "Have you ever wanted to be in a threesome?" Black Canary asked Tommy. They were lying on the bed in the Clocktower, Tommy on his back and Canary up on her elbow next to him. They had just finished a rather lackluster sexual encounter; Canary had initiated, blowing Tommy to get him hard, but then she hadn't seemed all that thrilled when he had climbed on top of her and started fucking. She had finished him off with a hand job. Tommy had been pissed. Now, though, Tommy was intrigued. A different guy would probably be suspicious, wondering why his girlfriend was asking him this. Is she testing him? Does she want to know if he wants to fuck any of her friends? What's her angle here? Tommy, however, had a different thought. 'I hope she doesn't know I had a threesome last night,' He thought. He also hoped she hadn't noticed the bruise on his cock. Out loud, Tommy expressed an even dumber response. "You mean, like two dudes? Because I'm not really into tha-" "No," Canary said quickly. "I mean me and another woman." "Oh, fuck yeah!" Tommy said. He cleared his throat when he realized how excited he'd been. "...I mean, yeah, if that's what you wanted." "I... I think I do," Canary said, seemingly looking past Tommy and off into the distance. Tommy didn't notice; he was too busy trying not to pump his fist. "Okay," He said, restraining himself. "Is there someone in particular you had in mind? It's not Huntress, is it?" Tommy swore to himself after he said it, despairing that he had revealed too much. "Oh, no," Canary replied. "I'm not sure, actually. I guess I didn't really think about it." Canary thought, biting her lip softly. "I guess I'd like her to have red hair." Tommy smiled despite himself. "I think we can find someone like that," He said. He was already thinking about it, his dick beginning to stiff again once more. Canary checked the time and hopped out of bed, her ass bouncing wonderfully as she walked to her suit. "Shit, I need to get going," She said as she pulled on her fishnets. "I have to go check on something near Arkham Asylum. I'll see you later tonight?" She asked Tommy. Her bustier was being pulled up, just barely squeezing her large breasts inside. Tommy was distracted. Uh... oh, yeah," He said. "Sounds good. We'll talk more about your little idea." Canary smiled at him, zipping up her leather boots and tightening the straps on her leather gloves. "Great. See you later. Love you," She said as she bounded down the stairs of her lair. Tommy laid back, resting in bed. He knew he had to get going, too; he was actually heading near Arkham as well, checking out a lead on Lex Luthor's minions in the area. There had been reports of drilling, searching for... whatever it is Lex Luthor was looking for. Barbara wanted Tommy to check it out. But for now, Tommy was content to lie there. He thought about having a threesome with Black Canary, watching her and another woman make out while he fucked them. Only one thought ran through his mind: 'I have the best girlfriend ever.' *** Later that night, Tommy had finished dealing with Lex Luthor's goons. They had gone down fairly easily, offering little resistance to Tommy, and Tommy had gotten what little information he could out of them. The goon he questioned had been appropriately terrified and had willingly told Tommy everything he wanted to know; unfortunately, the goon knew almost nothing. The guy didn't even know who Lex Luthor was or what he was looking for. He only knew that he was supposed to dig until he found something and then call a number. Tommy gave it to Barbara, who called it and heard just a chattering noise. She called again and it had been disconnected. Tommy rounded up the thugs and gave Gotham's Finest a call. A few of them had warrants and the police said they'd come pick them up. Tommy was a little ways out of town now, maybe a 10 minute drive, and first he had to walk 5 minutes or so to get back to the Batmobile. He enjoyed the walk. After living in dirty back alleys and grimy sewers, Tommy appreciated being out in the woods. Large trees surrounded him and there was silence, actual silence, allowing him to finally hear himself think. Tommy closed his eyes as he walked, enjoying the serenity. That is, he was enjoying the serenity until he began to hear running. And yelling. Tommy opened his eyes just as he saw a blonde figure cloaked in black sprinting from right to left in front of him. She was a good distance away, maybe 100 feet, but Tommy was just able to make out who it was. "...Dinah?" He muttered to himself, just as the figure zigzagged around a tree. An arrow whizzed into the tree right after, a blood red arrow, and Tommy looked to his right and saw a red-haired figure cloaked in green chasing Black Canary. The figure had a bow in its hand and was firing arrows quickly at Canary, the heroine dodging left to right to avoid them. Tommy finally processed what he was seeing and began to run after the two. He was soon huffing; the Batsuit wasn't really made for running and the weight of the suit prevented him from sprinting fully. He was able to keep pace with Canary and her pursuer, however, due to the fact that Canary was running in zig zag patterns and the pursuer had to stop occasionally to aim. Tommy ran through the tall trees, trying desperately to catch up to his love, when he suddenly burst through a line of trees and found himself running through a clearing. In front of him he could see Canary and her pursuer and then, past them, he saw the ocean stretched out wide before them. They were at the cliffs, not far from where Tommy remembered leading Hawkgirl & Vixen. There would be nowhere for Canary to hide. No, not no place to hide, Tommy realized. As he got closer, Tommy saw that the beyond the bluff were a series of rock formations sticking out of the ocean. Canary could swing off the cliff with her swing line and make it to the rocks below. Maybe her pursuer couldn't follow... Right as Canary neared the cliff, an arrow clipped her along the leg. She yelled and fell to the ground, landing hard on the compact ground. The pursuer and Tommy both slowed; Tommy began to creep towards the two as they began to talk. Canary yelled, "Why are you even following me, you crazy bitch? Green Arrow and I broke up a while ago." Canary registered just a split-second's surprise when she saw Tommy behind her attacker. Her face quickly became a mask once more and focused entirely on the attacker, not giving away Tommy's position. Tommy crept and got a good look at the attacker; he was surprised to see that it was a woman. A pretty hot woman, if her tight ass was any indication. "It doesn't matter," The woman was replying. "As long as you're alive, the Arrow will never truly love me." "He'll never love you because you're a lunatic!" Canary shot back, grabbing her injured leg. The woman reached behind her and pulled out an arrow. She began to draw back her bow when Tommy heard a crack beneath his feet. Tommy swore and looked down to see a wayward branch underneath his feet. He looked back up to see the attacker turned and aiming her bow directly at him. "Oh look, it's Batman," The attacker said in a sing-song voice. She spoke behind herself, towards Canary. "Are you fucking him, too? You really get around." "Uh, let's all take a second and calm down," Tommy said, holding his hands up defensively. He began to slowly walk in a circle, trying to near Canary while still keeping his distance from the attacker. As he did, he couldn't help but check her out. The woman was wearing a green spandex sports bra that left plenty of skin visible for Tommy. As he checked out her cleavage, he noticed a scar in the shape of a heart above her left breast. There was an arrow running through it. The redhead's face was partially obscured by a sheer green veil that covered her eyes and nose, exposing only her blood red lips in the pale moonlight. Her tight stomach was exposed from her bra to the top of her low-rise green pants. Tommy thought he could make out the barest hint of camel toe. Her arms were covered in fishnets much like Black Canary's. Her gloves were exactly like Black Canary's, albeit green instead of black. Her muscles seemed taught and toned, although that might have been because she was currently flexing a bow at Tommy. "Maybe we can just put the bow down and talk?" Tommy asked. "This sounds like a big misunderstanding." "Don't bother, Batman, Cupid's insane," Canary told him. Cupid turned her bow back to Canary, her voice wavering as she spoke. "Is it so insane to love?" Cupid asked. Tommy continued to circle. "Is it so insane to love someone more than life itself only to have him spurn you again and again for some bottle-blonde whore?" "This is natural!" Canary yelled back. Tommy knew that this was a tense situation and that he & Canary were facing death; at the same time, this chick was pretty hot. And she was a redhead... "So, Cupid, is it?" Tommy asked as he circled. He was maybe 10 feet from Canary now. Cupid returned her bow once again to Tommy. "You kind of have a thing for Green Arrow?" "If by 'thing' you mean 'love him more than the moon loves the stars,' then yes," Cupid replied. Tommy nodded. "That's cool. You know, he and I are pretty good friends. Maybe I could put in a good word for you," He said. Cupid lowered her bow towards the ground, her eyes open in astonishment. "Really?" She asked in amazement. Tommy glanced at Black Canary. She seemed to know where he was going with this and quickly shook her head, mouthing, "No." Tommy smiled and continued. "Oh yeah, Arrow & I go way back. I've saved him so many times that he'd do anything for me. He's actually mentioned you, you know," Tommy said. He was relaxing now, letting his guard down a little bit. "Really?!" Cupid said excitedly. "What did he say?! Oh God, did he mention my hair cut? Did he see that I murdered Brick for him?! WHAT DID HE SAY???" Tommy took an uncertain step back. This chick was pretty, uh, excitable. "Oh, he said that you were a great girl and that you had a, uh, nice hair cut. He just wasn't sure if you were girlfriend material quite yet." "...What?" Cupid said quietly. Then she began to speak louder, her voice echoing out over the ocean. "Not girlfriend material? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?! Is it because I'm not Black Canary?!?! When I murder her he won't want her anymore!" Cupid raised her bow towards Canary once more. "No!" Tommy yelled quickly, raising his hand. He lowered his hand and Cupid lowered her bow in turn. "It's nothing to do with Black Canary. It's just that... well... Arrow isn't sure if you're up to snuff in the bedroom." Cupid's eyes opened wide. "In the bedroom... oh, you mean like fucking? But I'm really good, I swear! I can take a dick better than anyone!" Tommy adjusted himself awkwardly. "I'm sure you can, but I just don't know if I can tell him that. If I knew for sure..." "Do you want me to fuck you? I'll fuck the shit out of you," Cupid said. She dropped her bow to the ground and began unbuttoning her pants when Tommy stopped her. "Not just me," Tommy said. "The thing is, my good friend the Green Arrow loves to have threesomes. He's going to want to know that you can pleasure a woman, too." Cupid stared in confusion at Tommy, her hands still at her pants. "But what woman am I supposed to...?" Her voice trailed off as she turned and looked at Black Canary. Tommy turned and looked at her too. Canary looked at the two of them, back and forth, her face showing that she was both exasperated and annoyed. Finally, she threw up her hands. "Fine," She said. She looked at Tommy. "I'm never sharing my fantasies with you again," She told him. Cupid walked to Black Canary and dropped to her knees. "I'm not happy either but if it's what my Arrow wants..." She leaned forward and kissed a Black Canary hard on the lips, her tongue probing the heroine's mouth. Canary's eyes went wide with surprise and then slowly closed, her mouth opening wider to accept Cupid. Canary's hands fell to Cupid's hips and they began to make out. Tommy watched, clearly pleased. He was stroking his dick through his pants as his girlfriend made out with a crazy-hot (or maybe crazy/hot) woman in front of him. He could feel himself stiffening for the second time that night. He licked his fingers, pulled out his cock, and began to stroke it. Cupid cupped a hand behind Canary's head, bringing her body closer to her. Canary moved an arm up from Cupid's hips and slid up her back, lightly tickling it. Cupid's body arched forward in response. Canary's hand found moved around Cupid's body and found a breast; she kneaded it softly in her hand, causing Cupid to moan slightly. The two former enemies were quickly making up as they made out, kissing passionately now. Cupid grabbed Canary's long blonde hair and pulled it, sending Canary's head backwards and exposing her slender neck. Cupid began to nibble on the neck as Canary groaned openly. Tommy smiled, knowing that was a favorite spot of Canary's. Tommy stepped forward towards the two, his cock now fully engorged and ready for use. Cupid had returned her mouth to Canary's and they were aggressively making out now. Canary's hand was still firmly attached to Cupid's breast and she was squeezing it hard. Tommy placed his cock by their heads and leaned his own head back, waiting for the warm wetness of a mouth. But there was nothing. He looked down and saw that the two were still making out, paying him no heed. He furrowed his brow and stepped forward, placing his dick closer to them. Still, nothing. Finally, he grunted and stepped forward once again, his dick touching the sides of their mouths. Canary looked at it almost annoyed and moved her mouth down Cupid's neck. The villain, on the other hand, turned her head towards Tommy's dick and placed her mouth around his head. "You're going to tell my love how good a cock sucker I am, right?" She asked. Tommy nodded eagerly. Cupid was satisfied with this response and threw herself on Tommy's cock, quickly slamming his head against her throat. She began to suck him quickly, her mouth bobbing up and down his dick. Tommy leaned his head back once more and smiled, seemingly content. As Cupid was sucking Tommy's cock, Canary had moved her mouth down and, after pulling Cupid's sports bra down past her breasts, began to swirl her tongue around Cupid's nipple. She flicked her tongue on it, making it hard, and then took as much of Cupid's breast in her mouth as she could, sucking on it. Cupid moaned on Tommy's cock, clearly enjoying being used by the two heroes. Tommy placed his hand on the back of Cupid's head, shoving her forward onto his dick. Cupid was, in fact, a good cock sucker, and she put her all into it; she never once slowed her pace or stopped her moaning, even as Tommy throated her. Canary continued to trail down Cupid's body, working from her firm breasts down past her taut stomach and to the top of her skintight pants. Cupid leaned back on her hands, forcing Tommy to take a step or two to the side, and spread her legs for Canary. The heroine ripped at Cupid's pants, tearing a nice-sized hole in the crotch, and smiled. Tommy quickly felt Cupid moan wildly on his dick as Canary's mouth touched her pussy. 'This is awesome,' Tommy thought to himself. To have a girlfriend who so willingly ate another girl out was one of his wildest dreams. To have that girlfriend be as hot as Black Canary was a bonus. "Do you like Canary's tongue in your pussy?" Tommy asked Cupid. The villain nodded with Tommy's dick in her mouth, struggling to continue her pace while she was eaten out. Tommy took the initiative and grabbed Cupid's head more firmly with both hands, holding her steady while he began to fuck her mouth. Cupid had a superhero at both ends, Tommy fucking her face while Canary ate her pussy. She began to sputter on Tommy's dick, spit flowing out of her mouth onto the cold rock below. She shoved her crotch forward into Canary's face, her eyes wide behind her veil as she was used by both heroes. Tommy pulled his cock out of Cupid's mouth, admiring how wet it now was. Cupid fell to the ground, writhing as Canary ate her pussy. Canary was on her elbows and knees, her hands wrapped around Cupid's thighs as her tongue flicked at Cupid's pussy. Tommy moved himself behind Canary, his hand caressing her ample ass. She looked behind at him and shook her head, flipping herself around on top of Cupid so that her pussy Cupid's pussy was exposed. She nodded down at it, indicating to Tommy what she wanted him to do. 'Wow, my girlfriend wants to watch me fuck another girl,' Tommy thought. Cupid & Canary were now in a 69 position and Tommy stretched his legs out wide so he could fit in underneath them. His cock twitched when it touched Cupid's pussy, the villain shuddering in turn. Canary reached down, grabbed Tommy's shaft, and gently pushed him inside. Tommy groaned as his cock sank into Cupid's pussy. She was tight and warm, filling Tommy with a soothing feeling. Canary's mouth returned to Cupid's pussy, licking her clit while Tommy leaned back and began to fuck her. The fact that both heroes were working her pussy at the same time made Cupid moan uncontrollably. As Canary licked Cupid, she began to moan. Tommy could see that Cupid had started eating out Canary in turn, both of them pleasuring each other while Tommy watched. He was incredibly horny. "Do you like eating her out?" Tommy asked. The two woman moaned positive responses at once, their tongues never leaving each other. Tommy began to fuck faster, his dick straining to reach inside Cupid. He couldn't quite bury his cock inside her, what with the somewhat awkward position, but he could feel the top of his dick rubbing against the wall of her pussy. It felt amazing. The three were intertwined, all of them moaning and groaning as one. Cupid & Canary fervently ate each other out, almost as if they were still in competition, while Tommy began to pump his hips as fast as he could. At one point he pulled his dick out and slipped it into Canary's open mouth; she took one pump of his dick and then quickly placed him back inside Cupid. Tommy resumed fucking her as fast as he could. After a time, Canary lifted her head and looked up at Tommy. Her mouth was wet with Cupid's juices and she licked her lips, savoring it. "You know," Canary said, "Green Arrow will definitely want to make sure Cupid does anal." "Oh I do," they heard Cupid say with a mouth full of muff. Tommy smiled widely and pulled out of Cupid, redirecting his cock towards her ass. It was difficult, though, and eventually Tommy simply rotated the two women so that Cupid was lying on top and Canary was on the bottom. The two rolled on the hard ground easily, never once stopping their feasting. Tommy tore Cupid's suit larger, exposing her perky ass. "FUCK," Tommy said, almost in disbelief, as his cock sank into Canary's ass. She moaned wildly into Canary's pussy and raise her ass, giving Tommy easier access. He spread her ass cheeks apart with his hands and began to fuck, each drive pushing his cock deeper. Canary now had full access to Cupid's pussy and was taking advantage of it. Her mouth continued to work the clit while she squeezed in an arm and began to jackhammer her fingers into Cupid's pussy. Tommy could hear the squicking noise as Canary put one, two, three fingers into Cupid's cunt. The villain was overwhelmed by the pussy in her face, the fingers in her slit, and the cock in her ass. She began to scream, bucking her hips in the air. Tommy pushed down on her hips, holding her in place so that Canary could continue to work her pussy, and began to fuck her violently in the ass. He had full of range of motion now and he intended to use all of it. Let's Be Batman Pt. 43 Canary began to scream, too, overwhelmed by the sensation running through her. She muttered, "I'm going to cum," to Tommy. At first, he paid her no mind; he was far too wrapped up in Cupid's ass to focus on anything else. Canary began to scream, "I'm going to cum!!!" and Tommy realized why she was telling him. She hadn't cummed around Tommy in so long that he had almost forgotten about her Cry. "I'M GOING TO CU-" Canary screamed but her cry was cut short when Tommy stuck his dick in her mouth. The Canary Cry reverberated around Tommy's cock, sending him shuddering. Barely able to concentrate, Tommy struggled to hold on as Canary orgasmed. He could vaguely hear Cupid orgasming as well, her voice almost inaudible over Canary's screams. Finally, Canary's orgasm subsided and her sonic scream dissipated. Tommy gently pulled his dick out of her mouth and once again placed it in Cupid's ass. The villain had not stopped orgasming and the re-emergence of Tommy's dick had sent her on another spastic episode, Cupid groaning hotly on Canary's pussy. "Green Arrow loves making girls swallow his cum," Canary said breathlessly from underneath Cupid. Tommy, knowing he couldn't hold out much longer, quickly stood up and circled around until he was at Cupid's face. The villain's make-up was smeared, her veil lost somewhere on the cliff. Her red hair was sticky against her skin. Tommy grabbed the lovestruck woman by a tuft of hair and lifted her off Canary's pussy. Cupid, breathing heavily, only barely had time to catch a glimpse of Tommy's dick before it entered her mouth. Tommy began to fuck Cupid's mouth, his hips bucking fiercely. He once again found her throat and held his dick there, Cupid spasming slightly around his massive cock. Tommy groaned heavily and began to spurt his cum inside Cupid's mouth, filling it almost immediately. Tommy never stopped bucking his hips; he could feel his cum mixing with Cupid's spit as his cock erupted inside her. Cupid moaned and struggled to swallow it all, but a majority of it spilled out of the side and down, landing on Canary's inflamed pussy. As Tommy finished cumming, he pulled his dick from Cupid's mouth. A large amount of cum spilled out and Cupid's head immediately fell back onto Canary's pussy. Cupid began eating her once more, sucking up both Tommy's cum and Canary's juices at the same time. "Well, you're definitely a good fuck," Tommy said quietly as he fell backwards onto his ass. Cupid looked up at him for just a moment, smiling happily, before returning to Canary's pussy once more. The two women continued to eat each other, engorging themselves, while Tommy absentmindedly stroked his soft cock. Tommy stood up, his hand still on his dick, and walked towards the cliffs. He admired the view: the cliffs curved inwards, forming a reef, before jutting back out and around once more. Arkham Asylum stood at the other side of the reef, shimmering in the moonlight. Tommy was about to turn around when he saw a glinting light coming from the cliff face as it turned east. He squinted at it and noted that it appeared to be a cave, sitting right underneath Arkham Asylum. Tommy was intrigued, as he had never noticed it before. "Hey, babe, are you going to be okay...?" Tommy turned towards the 2 women and noticed that they had switched positions and were now scissoring with one another. Black Canary had pulled down her bustier and was busily fondling her breasts. 'Man, my girlfriend really likes fucking women,' Tommy thought. His dick perked up a little, reviving itself. Tommy stuffed his dick back into his pants, checked his cape to ensure it hadn't been torn, and glided over towards the cave. It wasn't exactly an easy journey. Tommy had been forced to fly from rock outcroppings that jutted out of the water in order to get to the cave. It was really annoying and he had almost flown off into the water a few times, forcing himself to use his grappling hook. Finally, though, he made it to the cave and stepped inside. Right away, Tommy knew the cave was unusual. The rock didn't seem to match the rest of the cliff. Oh, and there was electricity, which struck Tommy as a little odd. At the back of the cliff was a thick metal door. Tommy approached it and the door beeped to life, sending out a thin green beam. It ran across Tommy's suit and beeped positively. "Welcome back, Batman," The voice said softly. It matched the voice from the Batcave, Tommy noted. The door swung open and Tommy stepped inside. He left the door open, just in case. "Holy shit," Tommy muttered to himself. "It's another Batcave." It was much like the main Batcave, Tommy noted; there was a large computer, a Batmobile, a small cot for sleeping, a work bench. A Batcave under Arkham, on the opposite side of town. It made sense to Tommy, who noted that Batman might always need a place to regroup on this side of town. Tommy certainly could have used it these last few months. 'There really needs to be some kind of manual,' Tommy thought. Tommy looked around the new Batcave, noting that it was almost exactly the same as the other one. But, in the corner of the cave, Tommy noted something he had never seen before. A large purple door was stationed into the side of the wall. The purple mass, liquid, whatever it was, seemed to swirl serenely, calmly holding in place. It wasn't so much a door as it was a portal, Tommy thought. Tommy cautiously approached the portal. It didn't have a signifier of any kind, no way of telling how it could be opened. Tommy gently tapped the purple liquid and suddenly the entire world around him seemed to flex and shift as his finger tap rippled through the liquid. Tommy backed away quickly, afraid of what he had just done. After a time, the rippling stopped and the universe seemed to return to normal. Tommy warily approached the liquid again, examining it, when suddenly he heard a shrill scream coming through the open door of the cave. "Canary's cumming again," Tommy noted. He reached down and felt his dick. He was hard once more. Tommy left the cave, taking care that he shut the door behind him. He returned to the two women, finding them still in the throes of passion. The portal soon exited Tommy's mind as his cock entered Cupid yet again. Let's Be Batman Pt. 44 Tommy was tapping his foot impatiently, waiting for Commissioner Gordon to finally get to the point. 'Today's supposed to be my day off,' He was thinking. Tommy was bruised and tired, desperately in need of some time off. He hadn't figured out what Luthor was up to yet and he never did find out where Mad Hatter had run off to, but he didn't particularly care; he needed some rest. Besides, he wanted to do something special for Black Canary. She had given him the greatest gift a guy can get, a threesome, and he wanted to decorate her hideout to return the favor. Plus, he was going to go down on her. He had actually been trying to get to the flower shop right before it closed when he had seen the signal in the sky. But here he was instead, standing outside the Industrial District with Jim Gordon while he tried to explain the situation. Tommy stifled a yawn, desperate to get the evening over with. He was planning on surprising Black Canary and, finally, ask her if they could move in together. "It's a real mess in there," Gordon was saying. "They're holding 2 of my men hostage and have threatened to blow up the entire mill if they see any GCPD presence. She only wants you, Batman." "Who does?" Tommy asked. He hadn't been paying attention. "Harley Quinn," Gordon said. "She's gone nuts... well, more nuts... now that Joker isn't here to focus her psychosis. She grabbed a bunch of his old crew and staged this little stunt. I think she wants revenge for... you know..." Tommy nodded. Gordon was one of the few other people who knew that Tommy had killed the Joker and they had never really spoken about it. "I'll take care of it," Tommy said. With a little luck, he could wrap this up and be at Black Canary's in about an hour. Harley wasn't anything to worry about. "Batman," Gordon called after Tommy as he prepared to enter the steel mill. "Be careful. Who knows what she's got planned." Tommy gave Gordon a dismissive wave. Don't worry about it, Gordon," He told him. "I know how to handle Harley Quinn." Tommy adjusted his twitching cock and then glided into the 2nd floor of the mill. *** The last goon fell dramatically after Tommy kicked him in the jaw, his limpness making him looking like he was falling in slow motion. It struck Tommy as being very cool. Tommy quickly pulled Harley's henchmen in a pile and tied them all together. They were dressed just as the Joker's goons were and Tommy wondered if they were the same men; henchmen have to get work somewhere, he figured. He wasn't sure if working for Harley instead of the Joker was better or worse. The steel mill Tommy was in had been in operation before Harley & her crew had taken over the place and many of the machines were still turned on. The building was older so the heavy metal machines were blackened, and the melted steel they forged into building materials glowed a fiery orange. The building was incredibly hot and Tommy could feel himself sweating inside his thick suit. 'Better get this over with,' Tommy thought. Even beyond the police, Tommy had a score to settle with Harley Quinn. She had tricked him, after all, allowing Batgirl to get captured by The Joker and ultimately ending her career. The fact that Harley had let Tommy fuck her in the ass first didn't lessen Tommy's quest for vengeance. Harley had caused him the first real defeat of his relatively short superhero career and he wasn't going to let that slide. He was going to punish Harley, the only way he knew how. His dick continued to harden. Tommy exited the winding maze of machines and found himself in an open space, the scorching hot mills behind him. This part of the mill was newer, not quite completed, and Tommy guessed new machines would be placed here shortly. For now, though, it was empty... except for the 2 police officers tied back-to-back in the center. Tommy looked around but could see only the guards. He cautiously approached the guards, running the last 5 feet and quickly cutting the ropes that held the cops. "Thanks, Batman," One of them said. "Harley Quinn was just here; she has to be close." Tommy looked once more but couldn't see her. As he looked, he heard a creaking noise above him. The two cops and Tommy looked up at once. "Move move move!" Tommy yelled, yanking the cops off the ground. The three ran and jumped, narrowly getting out of the way of an oversized plastic ball as it crashed to the ground. The ball landed and cracked but otherwise held firm. It was intended to keep someone in, not kill them, Tommy realized. "Shoot!" A high-pitched feminine voice yelled as she exited a door to Tommy's left. "I knew I shoulda just shot you!" Tommy ordered the cops to run and they complied, hurrying away from Tommy & Harley and heading back into the steel mill. "Harley," Tommy said under his breath. It was indeed Harley Quinn, although not how Tommy had ever seen her. Gone was her form-fitting jumpsuit, and gone was her slutty nurse's outfit. Now she wore black leather pants and high-heeled red boots. A black corset wrapped around her waist, giving her an even more obvious hourglass frame, and her black & red bra was visible above it. Long black gloves traveled all the way up to biceps. Harley's face, normally painted white, was now shrouded in black by a mourning veil. Tommy could see that her make-up was smeared with her mascara, evidence that she had been crying. Her hair was now black, although still in her trademark pigtails. She looked... sad. "I've been waiting a long time for this, B-Man!" Harley yelled, raising a revolver towards Tommy. "You're gonna pay for what you did to Mistah J!" "Harley, calm down," Tommy said, holding up his hands. He took a step towards her. If he could just get close to her, act calm, lower her guard... A gunshot rang out, landing between Tommy's legs. Tommy jumped and looked at Harley with wild eyes. "Hey, what the fuck?!" He yelled, his composure vanished. "Don't move!" Harley yelled back. "You killed my beloved when all he wanted to do was make people laugh!" "Make people laugh?" Tommy said. "He killed people, Harley! Do you not see why that's not funny?" Harley looked down and furrowed her brow. "Maybe you had to be there," She said finally. Tommy shook his head. "He was a murderer and a liar," Tommy said. "He let me fuck you because he thought it would be funny. And he let you get imprisoned in Arkham just to get back at me." Harley shook her head quickly. She said, "You didn't know him like I did. He was different. Caring, kind... he had a lot of problems but I could have fixed him!" Now it was Tommy's turn to shake his head. "He was using you, Harley," Tommy told her. He took a step forward and this time Harley didn't stop him. "He didn't care about you. He just wanted something to fuck." "No," Harley said softly. "That's not true." Tommy took a few more cautious steps forward. He was about 10 minutes away from her now. "You need to forget about him," Tommy said. His dick was aching inside his suit now. "Forget about him and move on. Find something healthier to do, maybe." Harley's gun slowly dipped and she seemed to be thinking. "Move on...?" She asked the air. Tommy was close to Harley now, almost close enough to reach out and touch her gun. "I know what you need," Tommy told her. He reached into his suit and pulled out his dick. "You need a nice healthy fuck, Harley, and then you'll-" Tommy was cut off by Harley. She didn't shoot him, which at this range most likely would have killed him. She didn't even attack him. And she didn't touch his dick. Harley started to cry. The gun fell to the floor, lying between the two as Harley began to sob. Her hands covered her face as she cried and cried, heavy sobs escaping her lips. "I... uh..." Tommy said uncomfortably. He didn't know what to do. Normally, this was the part where his dick was getting sucked. He stood awkwardly, his erect dick poking directly towards Harley. She continued to cry, her whole body heaving with each sob. "It's okay," Tommy finally said, stepping forward and giving Harley a polite hug with one hand. She threw her arms around him and cried into the crest on his suit. "You're right!" She choked out between each sob. "I'm so stu-stu-stupid." She cried even heavier. "Oh, uh... no you're not," Tommy replied, his one hand patting her lightly on the shoulder. "You were just in love." "I just miss him so much!" Harley cried out before crying some more. Her arms tightened around Tommy's chest. "I know, I know," Tommy said. "Maybe you just need to get some help and then we'll get you back on your feet." "B-b-but I'll never find someone as good as... as..." Harley's cries renewed. Tommy heard her sniffling as snot fell from her nose. Tommy shushed her. "Of course you will," He said, "A smart, pretty girl like you. You'll find someone, I swear." Harley's crying slowly dissipated and she looked up at Tommy. "D-do you really think so?" She asked him. Tommy nodded and actually gave her a little smile. Harley wiped her eyes and nose, further smearing her make-up. Tommy looked down and could see a faint outline of white make-up on his suit where Harley had been crying. "Maybe I do need help," Harley said softly, trying to collect herself. "Do you think I can go to Arkham?" Tommy nodded again. Harley smiled slightly and then looked down. Tommy's eyes followed hers and he was distressed to discover that he was still hard. Harley wiped her eyes again and looked up at Tommy with red eyes, her nose still running slightly. "I'll still suck your dick if you want," She offered. "No, tha... well... no, you don't have to," Tommy said. "C'mon, let's get out of here." Tommy tucked his dick back in his pants and then he & Harley Quinn walked out of the steel mill, Tommy's arm wrapped around her. *** Tommy left Harley Quinn in the hands of Commissioner Gordon and began to head back towards the Batmobile. He had parked it about a mile away, relatively close when you have a grappling gun, and the journey was uneventful. Tommy spent it calculating how much time he had spent with Harley. 'Still have a few hours before Black Canary should be getting back,' Tommy thought. 'Plenty of time.' Tommy dropped into the alley he had used to hide the Batmobile and was about to hop inside when he heard a voice behind him. "You've been avoiding me," The sultry voice said. Tommy groaned. "Huntress," Tommy said under his breath. He had indeed been avoiding the vigilante, trying his best to keep from having to fuck her in exchange for her silence to Black Canary. Tommy hated her, not just because she was using him but also because he hated anyone having this kind of power over him. Tommy hadn't seen Huntress since that night at Ra's Al Ghul's, when they had all lost their memory of what had transpired. Ever since, Tommy had decided that he wasn't going to play Huntress's little game. ...Of course, he hadn't told her that. He knew what would happen if he actually ran into her. Even now, as he turned and caught a glimpse of her in her revealing costume, he felt his dick getting hard for the second time that night. "I'm not doing this anymore," Tommy said, his voice shaking just a little bit. Huntress laughed in response. "Yes you are," She told Tommy. "You're going to do it because you don't want me to tell Black Canary that I know how your cock tastes. You're going to do it because you are weak. And you're going to do it because, deep down, you love my tight pussy wrapped around your hard dick." Tommy's dick nodded in agreement as it hardened. Tommy stared at Huntress: her heaving breasts, her exposed stomach, the way her tight panties hugged her thighs. He sighed. Huntress smiled and walked towards Tommy when Tommy suddenly began to speak. He spoke not as Batman, not as a hero, but as a person who was tired of being taken advantage of. "You're a real dick, you know that?" Tommy told Huntress. She was taken aback, for once speechless. Tommy continued. "Black Canary is your best friend too, you know. Why do this and risk making her so unhappy? Why dick me around like this? What made you such a bitch?" Tommy breathed heavily when he was done, his adrenaline flooding out of him. He knew he had said too much, that Huntress would tell Black Canary everything, that Tommy would be single once more. But he had been pushed too far and he had had enough. He waited expectantly for Huntress's withering response. Huntress opened her mouth to speak. Tommy winced. "I... I don't know!" Huntress cried out, before burying her face in her hands. She began to sob heavily. "Wha... what are you doing?" Tommy said softly. He stood in disbelief as Huntress sobbed, her body shaking as she cried. For the second time that night, Tommy was standing with an uncomfortable erection while a woman sobbed in front of him. For the second time that night, Tommy found himself awkwardly going to the woman and consoling her. He put an arm around her and she almost collapsed into him, forcing him to put another arm around her to hold her up. "I think it's because... because... I don't know why!" Huntress sobbed out, her legs now hanging limply. Tommy grunted and shifted her up, bringing her into his chest. Huntress cried messily, the tears smearing her face with mascara. "It's, uh, it's okay," Tommy said uncertainly. He didn't have the same amount of remorse for Huntress that he did for Harley, mostly because he knew she wasn't crazy, but it still made him sad to see her like this. 'And seriously, why doesn't a woman crying make me soft?' He thought as he felt his erection mashing into Huntress's hip. Huntress's crying gradually stopped and she found her footing once more. She hurriedly wiped her tears away, seemingly embarrassed. As her face came off Tommy's chest Tommy could see white make-up on her face, leftovers from Harley Quinn. "I'm sorry for everything," She said, sniffing as she did so. "Maybe I just don't want anyone to be happy because I'm not," Huntress said, her voice wavering. "Or maybe I just have issues with men because I was raped as a child, I don't know." "Well that cou- wait, WHAT?!" Tommy said, clearly not expecting that. "Jesus Christ, Huntress, I'm so sorry. Fuck, what the Hell." "I think... I think I'm going to leave Gotham for a little while," Huntress told Tommy. "I need to clear my head." "I think that's a good idea," Tommy said approvingly. And he meant it sincerely, too. "Where do you think you'll go?" Huntress thought for a moment. "I have family in Italy," She said finally, "Maybe I should go there." Huntress collected herself and wiped her eyes one final time. "Thank you, Batman," Huntress said. "You're... you're not a bad guy. Dinah is lucky to have you." Tommy smiled thinly. "Take care of yourself, Huntress," He said. Huntress turned and vanished into the night. *** "Fuck, I'm late," Tommy muttered to himself. Tommy was halfway across town from the Clocktower and he knew Black Canary would be done patrolling the city in about half an hour. he still had to get flowers and some decorations, too. Tommy drove quickly, using every part of the Batmobile's sophisticated technology to his advantage. He turned every light green as he approached them, causing more than one accident, but he didn't pay any attention to that. He was focused only on getting to Dinah. Tommy hit the flower shop right as it opened. The poor clerk had screamed when Tommy burst inside in his Batsuit, the Batmobile roaring outside. "Hi, I'm uh... I'm Batman," Tommy had said to the girl, who couldn't have been older than 16. "I need flowers." "O-okay," The clerk said while breathing heavily. "Take whatever you want." Tommy grabbed the dozen red roses next to him and held them up for the clerk. "I, uh, don't exactly have any money on me bu-" "It's okay," The clerk said, her breath returning to her. "You saved my dad from the mob a few years ago. It's on me." Tommy smiled at the clerk and then was out the door. He wondered what else he could get for free if he dressed up as Batman. He pushed the thought from his mind and ran over to the Batmobile, tossing the red roses inside. He didn't think he had time for any decorations, but the roses should be good enough. "I can still make it," Tommy said quietly. "As long as I don't run into any more delays, I can-" Tommy was about to hop into the Batmobile when, across the street, he saw a busty woman standing in front of an alley. She had white hair and what looked like bunny ears on her head, with a pink mask covering her eyes. A tight bustier clung to her midsection, pushing her large breasts up and together. She wore tiny pink panties and thigh-high white boots with 6-inch heels. "I'm the White Rabbit! Catch me if you can, Batman!" The woman yelled, before disappearing into the alley. Tommy looked at where the woman had been and then at the roses in his passenger seat. 'It's probably a trap,' He thought. 'There's no way a random woman dresses up like that.' But then Tommy thought that if she was the White Rabbit, maybe she was in league with the Mad Hatter. Plus, those tits. Tommy debated with himself for a long moment and then he sighed. "Goddammit," He muttered. He ran towards the alley. As Tommy turned the corner, he saw that the woman wasn't that far ahead of him. Because of her heels she had to move carefully, making her almost shuffle instead of run. Tommy slowed to a jog as he followed the White Rabbit. She paused at the end of the alley. "I hope Batman doesn't catch me and have his way with me!" The White Rabbit shouted. She turned and ran/shuffled across the next street, disappearing into a grove of trees that surrounded a local park. Tommy jogged after her, gaining on the White Rabbit with ease. Tommy entered the grove of trees and saw that the White Rabbit was only a few feet in front of him. She was still shuffling when Tommy reached out and tapped her on her bare shoulder. The White Rabbit fell dramatically to the ground, her hands up in the air. "Oh no, I've been caught!" She yelled, her hand flying to her forehead. "How could Batman have ever caught me! I guess I have to do whatever you want me to now, like, say, suck your cock..." The woman held her hand to her head, looking at Batman. Tommy didn't know what the fuck was going on. "Ahem," The woman said softly. "Oh," Tommy said. He admired the woman, staring down at her cleavage. "Why don't you suck my co-" Tommy didn't even finish the sentence before the woman had reached into his suit and pulled his dick, hard for the third time that night. Tommy's balls ached, a victim of blue balls, and he hadn't realized how painful they were until he felt White Rabbit's hands wrap around them. The bunny hungrily engulfed Tommy's cock with her mouth, her pink lips wrapped tightly around it. She began to moan almost instantly and Tommy saw one of her hands immediately shoot between her thighs. It slipped inside her panties and she began to quickly rub herself as she sucked Tommy's dick. White Rabbit quickly pumped up and down on Tommy's cock while she fondled his balls with one hand and fondled herself with the other. Tommy grabbed her bunny ears with each hand and began to pump his dick deeper into the woman's mouth. White Rabbit moaned harder on Tommy's dick and more of her hand disappeared inside her panties. Tommy looked around the small grove of trees, hoping no one was nearby. It was still dark, before the early morning runners would be taking their routes, and Tommy couldn't see a soul. He turned his focus back to the White Rabbit as she blew him. She was a sloppy fellatrix, her mouth allowing Tommy's dick to come out of her mouth before being shoved almost all the way back in. Spit fell from her chin and onto her large chest, disappearing down her bustier and between her massive tits. Tommy grunted and began shoving his dick deeper in her mouth. Let's Be Batman Pt. 44 "Mmm," The mysterious woman moaned while she sucked Tommy's dick. Her eyes were shut tightly, focusing on the dick in her mouth and the finger on her clit. She pulled her hand off Tommy's dick for a moment to yank down on her bustier. Her breasts, now freed, shined from the spit that had slid down them. Tommy tightened his grip on the White Rabbit's ears. He shoved his dick in her throat and held it there, feeling her muscles convulse around his cock. As he pulled it out, the woman smiled around his dick and furiously pumped her head, taking Tommy's dick in her mouth again and again. Tommy could hear the woman's moans getting higher and higher, although they were somewhat muffled by the cock in her mouth. Her eyes were open now and her lips were loosened around his dick now. Even with Tommy's cock distracting her, Tommy could tell that the woman was going to cum. White Rabbit began to hop on her knees, dropping down so her feet touched her ass and then bouncing up so her upper and lower legs were at 90 degrees. She worked her tongue on Tommy's shaft but her mouth was open, no part of her lips touching Tommy's dick. Tommy had to move with White Rabbit to keep his dick in her mouth. Her hand furiously rubbed her pussy. A great moan escaped White Rabbit's lips as she began to orgasm, her mouth now wide open as she cried out. She had stopped her bouncing and was now stuck, as if struck by rigor mortis. All of her muscles contracted at once, rendering her speechless for a moment, and then they all relaxed at the same time. White Rabbit screamed, muffled by Tommy's dick, and she squeezed one of her large breasts harshly with a hand. The fact that White Rabbit had orgasmed with his dick in her mouth made Tommy incredibly hot. He knew that he couldn't last long because he had been aching to orgasm all night, so he wanted to make this one count. He debated on where to put his dick next but when he saw White Rabbit's hand come out of her panties and to her other breast, his decision was made. Tommy pushed White Rabbit backwards lightly, sending her onto her back. His dick fell out of White Rabbit's mouth as she fell backwards. It dripped with spit, falling onto the woman's thigh. Straddling her stomach, Tommy stuck his wet cock between White Rabbit's heaving breasts. The bunny leaned her head forward and spit, lubricating her tits even more. Tommy squeezed White Rabbit's breasts together and began to thrust his hips. "Oh my GOD," White Rabbit moaned as Tommy fucked her tits. Her hand slithered between Tommy's leg and her stomach, once again returning to her pussy. She began to work herself as Tommy watched his dick with each thrust. White Rabbit's tits were pillowy and warm. The spit lubricated Tommy's dick enough that he slid between White Rabbit's breasts easily. Tommy squeezed them together as tightly as he could, her large nipples just visible between his fingers. "Fuck me Batman fuck me Batman fuck me Batman," White Rabbit was saying over and over again as Tommy furiously fucked her tits. The tip of his cock peeked from above her breasts with every push, his head red and engorged. Gritting his teeth, Tommy readjusted his hands and resumed his vigorous titty-fucking. White Rabbit went wild underneath him, moaning openly now that her mouth had nothing inside it. Tommy could feel her hips lifting underneath him as she pumped them against her hand. "Please cum on my face, Batman," White Rabbit pleaded between moans. "I deserve to have my pretty face covered in your cum." Tommy was trying his best to oblige, furiously fucking this strange woman's tits. His balls felt heavy underneath him, overly full from a night's worth of missed opportunities. White Rabbit's was moaning underneath him, seemingly heading towards another quick orgasm. Tommy focused on that, on the fact that this woman was cumming just from being with him, that she wanted his sticky cum on her. Tommy's breathing grew heavier and he once again re-gripped White Rabbit's bountiful breasts with his hands. White Rabbit had stopped bucking and was now lifting her hips up into the air as far as she could. Tommy had to lean back to keep from being tipped forward. His grip grew slippery and his dick began to come out from between White Rabbit's tits. He was reaching to re-adjust when he suddenly felt himself ready to cum. His dick popped out from between White Rabbit's tits just as he began to cum. Tommy felt White Rabbit's hips collapse to the ground as she began another orgasm as well. "OH OH OHHH-AHHH!!!" White Rabbit moans of pleasure turned to moans of surprise as Tommy's cock erupted over her. Tommy quickly grabbed his dick, stroking it furiously as he came again and again all over White Rabbit. Splatters landed in her hair, disappearing into the whiteness, while the rest began to almost completely obscure her face. Wave after wave of cum, held in for so long, were granted sweet release from Tommy's balls. It flew onto her pink mask, her pink cheeks, her white skin, everywhere. "Oh fuck!" White Rabbit moaned out. She couldn't close her mouth due to her own orgasm so cum fell freely inside. It settled in the back of her throat and she held it there before quickly swallowing. Her body was writhing underneath Tommy, shaking against him, and Tommy could barely hold her down while he came. And cum he did, still going strong when he normally would have stopped. White Rabbit began to laugh as her own orgasm deceased, unable to believe that Tommy could still be cumming. She lifted her head, causing the cum to drip down her face and on to her tits, and began to suck Tommy's cock. He groaned and spasmed as she felt her lips wrap around his head, willing the last few loads into her mouth. Tommy complied, expending the last of his cum and energy into her mouth. When he was done, White Rabbit fell back to the ground. She lazily began to push more cum into her mouth with her finger. She filled about half her mouth with cum and then showed it to Tommy. Then she swallowed, savoring the cum. She opened her mouth once more to show that she had, indeed, swallowed his cum. Tommy shuddered. "Thank you, Batman," White Rabbit said. "I've been dreaming of that for a long time." Tommy smiled, thinking that he had been too. "You're welcome," He told the woman. "But who are you? Are you in league with The Mad Hatter? I need to know where he is." The woman looked up past through Tommy's cum in confusion. "Who...? Why would I be involved with a 'Mad Hatter?'" Tommy looked confused in turn. "Because you're, you know, the White Rabbit and he's the Mad Hatter. Like from 'The Adventures of Alice in Wonderland.'" "Huh?" The woman said. "I just made this costume and name up for tonight." "Oh," Tommy said. He thought. "...You know, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could have just asked." White Rabbit smiled. "I know, but this was more fun." *** Tommy bounded up the steps of the Clocktower, trying as best he could to make it to Canary. He tried to steady the flowers as he took the steps two steps at a time but they bounced here and there, a few petals falling onto the floor. Still in his suit, and without any sort of decorations, Tommy knew his plan hadn't worked out like he had planned. But he still had the flowers, and he still had a special morning for Black Canary planned. As Tommy neared the door that led to Canary's lair, Tommy could see that a light was on. He swore to himself; Black Canary had beat him here. 'If only I hadn't titty-fucked that girl,' Tommy thought. Oh well; he could still surprise her with his presence and the flowers. Tommy was just about to open the door when Tommy heard grunting. He panicked, thinking that maybe Canary was being attacked. Violently attacked, from the sound of it. Tommy's hand slowly twisted the knob and then he threw the door open and stepped into the room. "Di-Canary, are you..." Tommy began to say, when he realized that Canary was not being attacked. The roses in Tommy's hand slowly dipped and then dropped to the floor. "To-Batman!" Canary said quickly, her head shooting up from the pillow on the bed. She was lying on her back, her legs spread. And there, nestled between them, was Batwoman. The two women hurriedly turned towards Tommy on the bed, trying their best to cover themselves. Canary's bustier was pulled down, exposing her breasts, while Batwoman's suit bottoms were lying on the floor. The two covered themselves with pillows while Black Canary tried to explain. "Baby, it's not what it looks like-" Canary said quickly. "What... why..." Tommy wasn't exactly sure what to say. "I'm sorry," Canary said. Her face was red, either from shame or from having her pussy licked. "I didn't mean for this to happen. It's just that, ever since that night with Ra's Al Ghul, I've been realizing that I'm... I'm a lesbian." Tommy put his hand to his head, slapping it across his forehead. He couldn't process anything right now. Finally, he was able to form one coherent thought. "You... you cheated on me?" Tommy said softly. Canary's shoulders slunk. "I can't believe you cheated on me!" Tommy yelled, not appreciating the irony. "I didn't want to cheat on you, but I met Batwoman when I was kidnapped and one thing led to another and..." Canary looked at Batwoman, who smiled at her. Tommy rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm sure you just fell into her pussy," Tommy said acidly. He was coming to his senses now and his senses were angry. "Calm down, Batman, it's not tha-" Batwoman began to say. "Oh shut up," Tommy cut her off. "I don't want to hear from you, you... hideoutwrecker!" "Baby, please," Canary said. "If we can just talk about thi-" "I thought you loved me," Tommy said. Now he was sad. "You told me you loved me." "I do... I think," Canary said. "I just don't love dick." Tommy hung his head sadly. Despite Canary's protests, he walked towards the door. His hand touched the knob and hung there. Tommy turned and asked Black Canary one last question. "...Can I watch?" He asked. Canary looked at him and then Batwoman, who shrugged her shoulders. Canary weighed her answer carefully. "Fine, but you have to stand in the corner," She said. Let's Be Batman Pt. 45 Lex Luthor stood at his window at the top of the tallest building in Metropolis, admiring the vast view. It was only right that the greatest man in the greatest city in the world had the greatest view, Luthor thought. The only building that had a view to match was the one next door. It was also owned by Lex Luthor. As Luthor admired his city, he saw a streak flying through the air. 'Finally,' He thought. A great rush was heard as the streak flew in from the roof. Luthor heard the being approach behind him. "Is it done?" Luthor asked, not bothering to turn around. "It's done," The being replied. "She's been released and she understand what she had to do." "What did you offer her?" Luthor asked. "Earth," The being replied. Luthor turned and smirked. "Nicely done," He said, "But I still am not sure if she'll be enough to take down Batman. He's probably the second greatest human being alive." Neither needed to point out who was first. "She'll be fine," The being replied. "Batman is still just a... he's only a man." Luthor frowned. "Don't underestimate him. Batman is devious and he has managed to thoroughly disrupt our plans so far. He is smart, he is calculating, and he is very, very dangerous." *** "Bleeehhhh!" Tommy ejected as he vomited off a cliff in the Batcave, chunks of what appeared to be corn passing through his esophagus and into the deep chasm. Tommy unleashed a torrent, his pasty white vomit arcing 5 feet away before descending into the darkness below. He finally finished and wiped his mouth disgustedly. He took two steps and then began to vomit once more. Tommy... had not taken his break-up with Black Canary very well. After his surprising discovery that his girlfriend liked girls, the poor sod had descended into a depressing habit of drink. For the past week, he had taken to going out after he had wrapped up a night as Batman, hitting up the bars just as they opened and drinking until he blacked out. He usually woke up in some strange place with a killer hangover and no idea where he was. No matter how much he drank, it never made him feel any better. The night (morning? Tommy wasn't sure) before, Tommy had faded out of his blackout to find himself on top of a redhead. The woman was moaning while Tommy drunkenly fucked her, his dick barely hard enough to thrust inside her. She didn't seem to mind, though, as she writhed underneath him. "Oh yes, oh yes!" The woman was moaning while Tommy plugged away. He could feel himself quickly becoming ready to cum. The woman was close, too, and if Tommy had only held himself they could have finished together. He was in no mood to be unselfish, though, and he began to moan heavily as he began to cum. "Oh yes, oh ye- no no no, I'm not on the pi-" The woman began to say before Tommy shoved himself deep inside her and began to cum, filling the redhead's womb with seed. She went back and forth between anger and desire, as the feeling of Tommy's cock filling her up wasn't all together unpleasant. Tommy finished cumming and rolled over, gasping for breath. The woman hopped up and ran to the bathroom, presumably to clean herself up. She was in there for a few minutes while Tommy tried to clear his vision enough to count the number of ceiling tiles in the woman's crummy apartment. He had made it to "4" when the woman came back. "Well thanks a lot," She said sarcastically. Tommy waved at her half-heartedly with his hand. "Now quick, you have to get out of here," The woman continued, picking up Tommy's clothes and throwing them at him. Tommy rolled over instead, trying to get some sleep. "Please, my husband's going to be home from work soon an-" The woman began. "Husband?!" Tommy said, quickly shooting up in the bed. He soon realize how poor an idea that was and he held his head in his hands. "You're fucking married???" He asked through the pain. The woman had her hand to her forehead, clearly distressed. "I can't believe I did this," She was muttering to herself. "I can't let Warren find out..." Tommy was hurriedly dressing, hopping as he tried to fit his foot through his pant leg. He finally got his clothes on and turned to the redhead. "Look, this was fun, uh..." Tommy struggled to think. "Mary," The woman, apparently named Mary, said angrily. "Look, this was fun, Mary, but I don't think we should do thi-" "Just get out," Mary told Tommy. He didn't need to be told twice. He exited her apartment, gathered his bearings, and hiked the 10 blocks to where he had hidden the Batmobile. He arrived to the huge car, unlocked it, and promptly threw up all over the hood. This was the second woman Tommy had found himself with in the past week. It never made him feel any better. Now, back at the Batcave, Tommy awoke from an uncomfortable nap and struggled to make his way to the Batcomputer. He had a pile of messages: requests from Justice League members for advice, e-mails from Black Canary about something (Tommy refused to open them), and urgent notices from Barbara to get in touch with her. Tommy ignored them all. He sat at the computer, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temples with his fingers. He breathed, letting the silence of the Batcave envelop him. It made his head hurt less. *HONK *HONK *HONK *HONK *HONK *HONK *HONK *HONK A large siren blared in the Batcave and a red light began to spin. Tommy felt bile come up to his throat and he groaned, covering his ears while grimacing. Tommy struggled to open his eyes to look at the computer screen. "Alert! Alert!" The annoying computerized voice said. "Ongoing threat at Gotham Central Station. Threat believed to be Kryptonian." "Shh," Tommy said. Did everything have to be so Goddamn loud? Tommy rubbed his temples and then lumbered over to his suit. As he began to put the Batsuit on, Tommy heard a familiar door slide open. Tommy turned to see the case of kryptonite ascend from the ground. Pulling on his cowl, Tommy walked over and opened the case. "Computer," He said, "What do these things do again?" "Green: weakens Kryptonians. "Black: splits Kryptonians into good and bad parts. "Silver: Causes Kryptonians to suffer from delusions. "Periwinkle: (a pause) Effect unknown" Tommy considered his options. Black was out after Tommy's experience with Supergirl, and silver seemed unwise; a delusional Kryptonian could kill him just as easily as a right-thinking one. Tommy grabbed the green one and then, after a moment's hesitation, picked up the periwinkle one as well. "What the Hell," He muttered to himself. Tommy placed both pieces of kryptonite in a lead-lined pouch in his utility belt. Tommy walked to the Batmobile and wearily clambered inside. "Happy hunting," The computer told Tommy as the hood closed around him. *** Tommy arrived at Gotham Central Station, shakily swinging in next to Commissioner Gordon. He squinted, his vision blurred by the fading sunlight. "It's bad in there, Batman," Gordon said as he sipped a cup of coffee. "This Kryptonian thing came in through the roof and immediately started devastating things, yelling that they wanted to see you. I don't know what you did but apparently you made them mad." "I have that effect on people," Tommy said. He suppressed a burp, breathing it out slowly. "Do you want to wait for reinforcements?" Gordon asked. "Maybe you could ask for the Justice League or... have you been drinking?" Gordon eyed Tommy suspiciously. "Uh, no," Tommy said softly. "It's alcohol spray. Kryptonians hate the smell." Tommy glanced sideways. "Huh," Gordon said, sipping his coffee slowly. "The more you know. Anyway, it's pretty bad in there. Are you going to be alright?" "Yeah, I'll handle it," Tommy said. "I know how to handle them." "Her," Gordon corrected. "It's a her. And from what my men said before we lost signal, she doesn't like men very much." 'That's been going around,' Tommy thought darkly as he headed towards the railway station. *** Tommy dropped into the railway station from the roof, descending into the high-ceiling entryway that marked the prestigious Gotham Railway Station. The room was normally ornate and grand, a landmark in the city of Gotham. Now, though, it was devastated, with overturned carts and broken pillars everywhere. Red burns ran across the walls, disfiguring once-impressive mosaics. As Tommy landed, he could hear people yelling from behind piles of rubble. Tommy guessed it was the GCPD, trapped in some side room. Deeper inside the railway station, Tommy heard crashing and banging. He cautiously walked down a flight of stairs, trying to make as little noise as possible. Crouching down as he descended the steps, Tommy saw the feet, then the torso, the the head of the person causing havoc. The woman was pulling on a pillar. With a mighty grunt she knocked the marble support pillar over, sending it crashing to the floor below. It landed heavily, destroying the tile below it. The pillar broke up into pieces as it crashed, shaking the Earth. She was tall and pale, white skin standing stark with her short black hair. She was wearing a form-fitting black jumpsuit. She had average-sized breasts but they were perky, apparently unbothered by Earth's gravity. Her well-sized ass stuck out from her body invitingly. She would have been beautiful if she wasn't a terrifying murderer, Tommy thought. As the woman admired the destruction she had caused, she suddenly cocked her head. Slowly, she turned and faced Tommy. "Batman," She said severly. "I have been waiting for you." "Looks like you've been keeping yourself busy in the meantime," Tommy said dryly. The woman did not laugh. "I am here to kill you, Batman. I hope you have your life well because it is about to end," The woman said. "Whoa, whoa," Tommy said. His hand went to his pouch and he prepared to pull out the Kryptonite. "What did I ever do to you? I don't even know you." The woman stiffened up. She looked Tommy up and down. Finally, she spoke. "Fair enough. I am Faora Hu-Ul, of the planet Krypton. I have been freed from the Phantom Zone with one purpose: to kill you. Once my task is complete, I will be able to free my friends from the Phantom Zone and this world will be ours." "Oh," Tommy said. "Shit. But who are you working for? Can't you at least tell me that?" Faora weighed the idea in her mind. "I don't see why not. You're not going to live with the knowledge for very long, anyway." "Really?" Tommy said. Faora frowned. "No," She said disdainfully. "I'm not going to tell you who freed me, fool. Even if we didn't have an arrangement, I'd still kill you simply because you are a man." "Oh," Tommy said. "Shit." Faora suddenly picked up a piece of the broken pillar and threw it across the room at Tommy. He dodged out of the way, just barely missing being obliterated by the heavy marble. Faora's glowed red and hot beams shot from her eyes at Tommy. He ran as fast as he could, the beams following close behind him, and slid behind a piece of the roof that had fallen to the floor. Tommy crouched behind it and fumbled for the piece of kryptonite in his belt. "Fuck fuck fuck," Tommy said. He was already sweating. He looked down at the green kryptonite in his hand and prayed it worked as well as people said it did. Faora seemingly flew over the piece of roof, landing in front of Tommy with a heavy crash that dented the tile on the ground. She turned and faced Tommy, staring at him with malicious intent. "You can't defeat me, Batman," She taunted him. "I am a higher lifeform. I've evolved beyond you, beyond men, and I will reign supreme." She neared Tommy and her eyes began to glow once more. Tommy hurriedly raised the kryptonite in the air. Faora stumbled back, as if struck, and she shielded her eyes from the green rock. "Ack, what are you doing to me?!" She yelled, trying to stumble towards Tommy in spite of the rock. Tommy held the kryptonite out triumphantly. "Ha!" He said with joy. "Now who has the upper hand? Now you're going to do whatever I want and-" Faora's hand suddenly lashed out, striking Tommy's. The piece of kryptonite flew from his hand, landing about 50 feet away. Faora stopped struggling and straightened her body. She looked at Tommy and smiled. "Oh shi-" Tommy began to say when Faora grabbed him by the neck and threw him over the piece of roof and across the room. He skidded along the slick floor and crashed into a piece of overturned pillar, his head smacking into it. It made Tommy's headache ache even more. Faora jumped over the roof and began to stalk Tommy once more. Each step pounded in Tommy's head. Faora continued to taunt Tommy. "That was an incredibly stupid thing for you to do. I was going to kill you quickly. Now? I think I'll kill you nice and slow. You'll die screaming and alone. Nothing less than you deserve." Tommy closed his eyes in despair. 'So this is how it's going to end,' He thought. 'Might as well go out getting killed by a lesbian. They've already killed every other part of me.' Tommy felt himself beginning to tear up. After a time, though, Tommy opened one eye and looked at Faora. He wondered why she hadn't killed him. She wasn't threatening any more; now she was looking at Tommy in fear. Or, more accurately, she was looking between his feet. "Where did you get that?" She said, her eyes wide. She pointed at the light blue rock that sat between Tommy's feet. Tommy figured it had been knocked out of his pouch when he was thrown. "I had it lying around," Tommy said. He wondered why it scared her so. What did it do? "Don't you know what that does?" Faora said. "It makes Kryptonians... it makes them... oh God..." Faora dropped to her knees, her face contorted in anguish. Then she reached behind her and unzipped her suit. With a mighty tear, she yanked it down to her stomach. Her perky breasts bounced freely as Faora reached into her suit and began to masturbate. "Uh..." Tommy said quietly. "Oh!" Faora replied, her hand working furiously inside her suit. Her eyes were closed now and she was biting her lip as she massaged her clit. Tommy stared in amazement. Green kryptonite weakened Kryptonians, black kryptonite split them in half, and periwinkle kryptonite made them incredibly horny. Tommy slowly stood up, gradually getting less afraid of the mass murderer in front of him. Without really realizing it, Tommy began to get hard inside of his suit. He kicked the piece of kryptonite towards Faora, just to see what would happen. She moaned harshly and jammed her other hand in her suit. Both hands were fighting for her pussy as she lost control of her body. "So this stuff makes you pretty horny, huh?" Tommy said, taking advantage of the opportunity to taunt Faora for a change. She opened her eyes up and stared at Tommy angrily, her hand never slowing at all. She tried to suppress a moan but couldn't help herself, the lust forcing itself out of her mouth. "It's too bad you're a lesbian," Tommy said, casually rubbing his cock from the outside of his suit. "I'm... I'm not a lesbian," Faora said as she fucked herself. "I hate men but I love co... cock..." Even saying the word "cock" seemed to give Faora pleasure, as she shoved her hand even further inside her suit. She seemed to be fingering herself now. "Oh, really?" Tommy said. "Like this?" He pulled out his dick that was about three-fourths of the way hard. Faora reacted immediately, moaning harshly as her eyes became glued to Tommy's dick. He bounced it with his hand and Faora's eyes bounced with it. She unconsciously licked her lips. Tommy was getting harder, slowly stroking his cock, and he neared Faora. She was salivating, her mouth wide open now, desperate for Tommy's cock. "Do you want my dick?" Tommy said. He was smiling openly now. His headache was slowly going away. "...Yes," Faora said softly. "What was that?" Tommy asked. He cupped his ear with his hand. "YES!" Faora yelled, startling Tommy a little bit. She paused as she growled in passion, her fingers still furiously working. "Give my your fucking cock!" "Say please," Tommy said. He was really enjoying himself now. "Please," Faora said, sounding desperate now. "Please, I need your cock. I need it so bad. Just give it to me." "Okay, okay," Tommy said. He brought the head of his dick close to Faora's face. He leaned forward and she leaned forward in turn, her wet mouth open wide. As she neared Tommy's head, Tommy suddenly jerked his cock back. Faora shrieked in anger and stared at Tommy with red eyes. "Who's my little slut?" Tommy asked. Faora glared at him, her hand stopping for a second, and for a moment Tommy thought she was going to vaporize him. "Go to Wegthor," Faora said. Her hand was moving on her clit, althought Tommy could tell that Faora was trying to stop herself. "Oh okay then" Tommy replied, stepping away and beginning to put his cock back in his pants. "I am, alright!" Faora suddenly yelled, her hand once again rubbing furiously. "I'm your little slut! Do whatever you want to me! Now please, GIVE ME YOUR CO-" Tommy took a step forward and jammed his dick in Faora's waiting mouth. The Kryptonian was surprised but quickly began to suck, moaning wildly on Tommy's dick. Tommy reached forward and grabbed Faora's head with both hands. He began to fuck her mouth with abandon. Faora tried her best to keep her spit in her mouth as Tommy fucked it but mostly failed, large lines of drool quickly falling down her chin. They fell to her breasts, making them slick and shiny. Her thick mascara quickly began to run as Tommy violated her mouth again and again. Through it all, Faora never once stopped rubbing her pussy. "You like being my little fuck toy?" Tommy asked. Faora nodded, looking up with angry eyes at Tommy. He responded by holding his dick deep in her throat. Faora's eyes went to anger, to pain, to shut tight as she struggled to handle Tommy's cock. He could feel her super-powerful muscles contracting on his cock. Tommy released Faora's head and she jerked it back, coughing violently. Thick streams of spit hung from her mouth, connecting it to Tommy's cock. She reached up with one hand (the other still working on her pussy) and grabbed it. Gripping it tightly, dangerously tightly, she stared at it with lust. Then she threw her mouth on it, messily sucking Tommy's cock. Tommy put his hands on his hips, content to let Faora do the work. Faora was wild, moaning with every breath as she took Tommy's dick in her mouth. Her hand worked in time, eagerly stroking Tommy. Her hand corkscrewed on Tommy's dick, driving him wild. 'For someone who hates men so much, she sure knows how to work a cock,' Tommy thought. Faora began to work her hands faster, jerking Tommy while she rubbed herself. Her mouth stayed on Tommy's cock but was content to take just his head in her mouth, her tongue slipping all over it. Faora's hands worked faster and faster and Tommy groaned at the sensation. Faora's hands continued to pick up their speed and she tightened her grip on Tommy's dick. He felt like he was going to fall over, the force of Faora's tugging was so great. Her hand became a blur, jerking Tommy furiously while she worked her pussy. Her screams became primal, fearsome, and Tommy gradually began to get concerned. Tommy began to pull backwards, trying to free himself from Faora's grasp. He didn't know if he was more concerned about cumming or losing his dick. Faora's hand held fast, though, and Tommy worried for his poor cock. Finally, right as Faora's screams reached their peak, her grip loosened enough that Tommy could pull away. He breathed a sigh of relief right as Faora yelled a scream of desire. She was cumming. The Kryptonian fell backwards, lying on her back as she came. She put two feet on the ground and arched her back, bucking her hips up into the air in orgasmic delight. She slapped the ground with her hand, causing a 6-inch divot in the ground. Her screams echoed in the hall of the railway station, filling the air. Let's Be Batman Pt. 45 Tommy watched Faora cum, gingerly holding his dick in his hand. He was a little concerned to fuck such a powerful being, especially one that wouldn't herself back like Wonder Woman or Supergirl did, but he couldn't help himself. How often did one get a chance to fuck a Kryptonian. Faora's bucking gradually stopped, replaced by sporadic spasms as the last of her orgasm flowed out of her. Tommy grabbed her suit by her hips and yanked at it, pulling it off her body. Faora was naked now, her body on display, and Tommy took a moment to admire it. In particular, he noticed how dripping wet her pussy was. Tommy grabbed Faora by the hair and pulled on it. She obediently got onto her hands and knees and began to crawl, Tommy leading her. He brought her over to a piece of the pillar that she had destroyed, the marble now basically cutting the room in half. "You want my cock in you?" Tommy asked Faora. She nodded, looking up at him with smeared mascara running down her face. His hand still clutching her hair, Tommy leaned over and smacked Faora hard on her ass. She moaned and stuck her ass higher in the air. Tommy, meanwhile, waved his hand and tried to suppress a yelp. Faora had an ass of steel. Tommy removed his hand from Faora's hair and sat down on the ground, leaning up against the overturned pillar. He grabbed the Kryptonian roughly and yanked her backwards. She fell into Tommy's lap, her legs wrapping around the outside of each one of Tommy's, and Tommy reached around her and placed his dick at the entrance of her pussy. Faora moaned. "Fuck my pussy, Batman," She begged. "I need your big manly cock in me so badly." Tommy was in no mood to deny her request. He slipped his dick in easily, Faora's sopping wet pussy easily taking him. Faora's feet weren't quite on the floor, making her helpless but to take Tommy's cock. He braced himself and began to fuck up inside Faora, her pussy taking a good amount of his from the first thrust. She craned her neck back, moaning to the heavens. Tommy found a rhythm and thrusted roughly into Faora's cunt. "I love your cock!" Faora screamed. She returned her hand to its familiar place by her clit, rubbing in circles astonishingly fast. Tommy tried to keep pace, fucking up vigorously, but he was no match for Faora's pace. Tommy had to keep one hand on the ground to keep himself steady, but his other hand was free and he reached around and gruffly grabbed one of Faora's breasts. She reacted immediately, squealing in delight as Tommy massaged it. One nice thing about fucking superpowerful women was that you didn't have to be gentle with them, Tommy thought, and he certainly was putting that theory to the test. Faora was sweating now, her body slippery as it rested on top of Tommy's. Tommy himself was getting sweaty and he could faintly smell the scent of whiskey. He had to turn his head to the side to keep from vomiting. Tommy's dick couldn't quite bottom out inside Faora, both due to the position they were in and because of Faora's rounded ass. Tommy could feel it bouncing against his groin every time he thrusted. It aroused him immensely. At one point, Tommy thrusted deeply inside Faora and she bounced on his dick, causing his dick to fall out of her. Faora hurriedly tried to put Tommy back inside her but he had other ideas. "Not there," Tommy said, shifting Faora lower on his body so that her asshole was reachable by his cock. Faora squealed in surprise when she felt Tommy's dick slip easily inside her large ass. Tommy felt like he was exploding almost immediately as his dick entered Faora's ass. The Kryptonian screamed shrilly, her hand still rubbing her clit. Tommy began to pound Faora's ass as she writhed on top of him. The supervillain's ass was incredibly tight, a consequence of her immense strength. As Tommy forced his way inside her Tommy could feel Faora's muscles tightening around his dick. It wrapped around him like a vise, pinning him inside. Tommy had to wait for Faora to gradually accept his size before he could begin fucking her normally. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" Faora squawked, sounding almost like a seagull as Tommy fucked her ass. Each time he thrusted she shouted. Tommy, for his part, was grunting with every shove inside Faora. He moved his hand from her breast and grabbed her by the hair. Yanking her head back close to his mouth, he talked to her. "Tell me you love my cock in your ass," Tommy demaned. Faora complied immediately, struggling to speak between groans. "Tell me this is all you want," Tommy demanded again, his dick buried in Faora's ass. She repeated what Tommy said, only half-listening. She'd say almost whatever he wanted. "Tell me... tell me you'd never leave me for a woman," Tommy demanded. "Wha... what?" Faora said. Her hand stopped working on her pussy momentarily. "Say it!" Tommy yelled at her, thrusting his dick entirely inside Faora. She arched her back, barely able to contain him. "I'd never leave you for another wo-woman!" Faora squealed. She resumed masturbating when she was through. Tommy let go of Faora's head and wrapped both of his hands around her legs. He clasped his hands behind her neck, putting her in a full nelson. Faora was completely helpless now and Tommy began to mercilessly fuck up and inside her. Faora screamed loudly, her shout interrupted each time Tommy bottomed out inside her. Faora sat precariously on top of Tommy, her legs above her arms as Tommy's dick jammed inside her ass. She was looking down, able to see Tommy's dick disappearing inside her ass. Tommy couldn't see anything; he was staring at the back of Faora's hair, not caring about anything in the world but the sensation surrounding his cock. "Cum with my cock in your ass," Tommy ordered Faora. She was well on her way already, her screams familiarly rising once more. Tommy could feel he was going to cum soon as well and redoubled his efforts, fixing his grip behind Faora's neck and pounding her intensely. As Faora was about to cum, she began to yell something that Tommy couldn't hear. He pulled her head to the side to listen when suddenly Faora came and Tommy saw liquid shoot out of her pussy, flying 4 feet across the floor. 'She's a squirter,' Tommy thought. Faora confirmed Tommy's suspicions by squirting again, even farther, as she writhed wildly on top of Tommy's dick. Faora, still immensely strong even when she was being submissive, arched her back and broke out of Tommy's hold. She straightened up on Tommy's dick and seemed to tense all her muscles at once. Tommy's dick was deep inside her when she did this and Tommy was trapped. The intense tightening sent Tommy over the edge and he immediately began to cum. Well, almost immediately; he couldn't exactly cum with Faora squeezing his dick so tightly. It wasn't until she loosened her hold on him that Tommy's dick began to spurt hot cum inside her ass, coating her insides. Faora felt it and moaned, her orgasm redoubling. Tommy gripped her hips, trying to hold her in place, as his cock erupted again and again. Faora's orgasm subsided and she fell onto her side, falling off of Tommy's dick and onto the tile. Tommy's dick fell with her and then straightened once it had left her pussy, flinging cum into the air. Tommy watched the last bits of his cum drain out of his dick, falling slowly around his cock. Faora was lying on her side, breathing heavily. Tommy could see his semen spilling out of her asshole. He pulled himself onto his knees and shuffled around Faora, nearing her head. He pointed his cock at her while she looked up at him sleepily. She drearily lifted herself up onto an elbow and began to suck off the cum on Tommy's cock. It didn't quite help him get over Black Canary but, as he watched the Kryptonian mass murderer suck the cum off a cock that had just been in her ass, Tommy realized that he did actually feel a little better. *** Tommy quickly collected the green kryptonite rock and placed it near Faora before collecting the periwinkle one and putting it in his pouch. He kept the green kryptonite about 10 feet away from Faora, close enough to weaken her but far enough to keep from hurting her. He probably didn't need to bother; after she had finished cleaning Tommy's dick she had promptly fell asleep. The Justice League arrived right as Tommy had finished dressing the Kryptonian, trying his best to make her look presentable before anyone came in. The team was all incredibly impressed that Tommy (well, Batman) had been able to defeat a Kryptonian single-handedly. Green Lantern took Faora, stating that he'd make sure she was imprisoned on Oa, while the other team members congratulated Tommy. Only Wonder Woman seemed concerned. "What's wrong?" Tommy finally asked the Amazonian. "Aren't you going to congratulate me?" "I'm thinking," Wonder Woman had replied testily. Tommy thought for a moment. "Look, I understand if you were upset that I hooked up with Fire & Ice instead of you bu-" Wonder Woman shot a look at Tommy. "I'm not mad about that, you idiot," She hissed. "I didn't even want to... I mean, that's not why I was going to your room... look, the point is that I'm concerned about how exactly Faora got here." "What do you mean?" Tommy asked. "She was in the Phantom Zone," Wonder Woman explained. "You can't exactly waltz out of there. Someone had to break her out of there. Someone Kryptonian." "Oh," Tommy said. He remembered what Faora said about someone letting her out in exchange for killing him. "So... what now?" "I'm not sure," Wonder Woman said. "But I wish to Hades I knew where Batman & Superman were." Let's Be Batman Pt. 46 Stephanie Brown nervously entered Babara Gordon's hideout, afraid of what Barbara might have found out. "Get over here," Barbara said without looking up from her row of computer monitors. Stephanie shuffled over to the wheelchair-bound woman, her head down. "So I hear you've been busy," Barbara said lowly. Stephanie's face reddened. "Sterling Silversmith, Polka-Dot Man, and last night Kite-Man. All found tied up and reported to have large smiles on their faces. Was that you?" Barbara asked, finally lifting her head to look at Stephanie. "Y-yes," She said softly. Ever since she had "captured" Weather Wizard, Killer Moth & Condiment King, the new Batgirl had used her rather unique skills on some of the other villains in town. It had proved effective; after cumming inside her tight teen pussy or ass, most of the villains would have gladly walked directly to the nearest police station and turned themselves in. "Well..." Barbara said. "Good work." "Huh? I-I mean, thank you," Stephanie said, recovering quickly. Her secret was still safe, at least for now. "I don't think I ever took out 3 villains in one week," Barbara continued. "Make sure you're not stretching yourself too thin." Stephanie suppressed a smile. "Okay, I won't," She said. "So here's the situation: I think I've finally found where the Mad Hatter is hiding out. It's an old strip club called The Looking Glass, appropriately enough, not too far from the docks. I want you to go take him down." "Really? Are you sure?" Stephanie asked. She wasn't afraid of the job, of course, but she was a little surprised Barbara was giving her this opportunity. Stephanie hadn't faced a major villain since her disastrous encounter with Black Mask. "There's no one else," Barbara said matter-of-factly. "I can't reach Batman right now, Black Canary's returned to Star City, Huntress went to Italy, Nightwing had something to deal with in Bludhaven... you're it, kid." Stephanie's face hardened. "I can do it," She told Barbara. The former Batgirl smiled. "I know you can," Barbara responded. "Just be careful: Mad Hatter is an expert on mind control technology and gases. He's also completely insane. I suspect that the recent kidnappings of young, blonde girls is his doing. Here, take this," Barbara reached over and handed Stephanie a small microchip. "Place it in your cowl. It should hopefully counteract Mad Hatter's mind control." "Got it," Stephanie said, placing the chip behind her left ear. "Anything else?" Barbara thought. "Oh yeah," She said, "You're going to have help." *** Batgirl crouched across from The Looking Glass, examining the dilapidated building closely. As she did so, she reflexively fiddled with her long blonde hair. There didn't appear to be anyone guarding the building, at least not that Batgirl could see. As she scoped the place out she heard someone landing lightly behind her. Batarang at the ready, Batgirl turned quickly. "Oh," Batgirl said when she saw who it was. "Hey." "Hey," Batwoman replied, her fiery red hair standing out even in almost total darkness. The older heroine crouched down next to Batwoman, her thick suit making small noises as it crunched together. "Any signs of life?" "Not so far," Batgirl replied. She turned back to the building. "At least not that I can see. You may be able to see something." Batwoman glanced sideways at Batgirl. "If you couldn't find anything I'm sure there's nothing there," She said. Batgirl paused. She wasn't sure if she should be taking the lead or not. Batwoman was relatively new on the scene as well but she was older. Batgirl naturally felt like she should defer to her. "What do you think we should do now?" Batwoman was asking. Batgirl thought for a moment. "We should take a closer look... don't you think?" Batgirl asked tentatively. Batwoman smiled at her. "Sounds like a plan to me," She said. Batgirl was proud of herself for choosing the apparently right answer; she also noticed that Batwoman's smile seemed a little... lascivious. She dismissed it. Batgirl handed Batwoman a couple of the chip Barbara had given her. Batwoman quickly placed it in her mask and the two prepared to attack the Mad Hatter's hideout. The two heroines grappled their way to the roof of The Looking Glass, Mad Hatter's supposed hangout, and slipped into the building from a entry point on the roof. They dropped to the ground lightly and looked around. "Eww," Batwoman said softly when she realized where they were. The two had landed in the main dancing area of the club. Low blue lights gave the room an odd look and the room had a slightly peculiar smell. Fake fur lined the walls of the main dancing stage and a picture of the White Rabbit hung prominently along the wall. "Still no sign of him," Batwoman muttered. She was trying her best not to touch anything. "Curiouser and curiouser," Batgirl replied. "What?" Batwoman asked. "...You know, like from 'Alice in Wonderland,'" Batgirl said meekly. "Oh. I've never read it," Batwoman said, turning from Batgirl and walking deeper into the room. The two were near the center now, getting closer to the small walkway that led out from the stage, allowing the dancer to sit among the audience. "Ugh," Batwoman said. "Can you imagine how much semen covers this place? Disgusting." Batgirl noticed the older heroine shivering as she said the word "semen." Batgirl considered the older heroine's point. She imagined the place covered in cum. She found herself on the stage, on her knees, men surrounding her, their cocks spurting load after load onto her fa- "I'm not sure Mad Hatter is here," Batgirl said, shaking off the mental image. "Maybe we should contact Bar-" Suddenly, the audio in the strip club seemed to turn on. Feedback was heard, causing both women to grimace. After a time, they heard a thin, reedy voice begin to speak. "If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" "...I guess he IS here," Batgirl said softly to Batwoman. Both heroines prepared for a fight. "Don't fret, ladies," The voice said, laughing softly, "The Mad Hatter would never think to harm the two of you. Just think: Alice and the Queen of Hearts, working together to find little ol' me!" The voice broke up into laughter, a high, irritating laugh. "What's he talking about?" Batwoman whispered to Batgirl. "I think he thinks we're characters," Batgirl whispered back. She was secretly glad that she was Alice and not the Queen of Hearts. The Queen of Hearts was a bitch. "We know you have women trapped in here, Jervis," Batwoman said, referencing the Mad Hatter's real name. "Just let them go and we won't hurt you." "Oh, I wish everyone would just mind their own business," Mad Hatter said back, his voice filling the room. "If everybody minded their own business, the world would go around a great deal faster than it does." "Jervis," Batwoman began, "Y-" "SHUT UP!" The Mad Hatter yelled, startling both women. "You're not the queen here! I'm in charge!" "Mr. Hatter, please," Batgirl said, trying to calm him, "We meant you no offense. We're simply trying to bring these girls home to their families." "Families?" The Mad Hatter scoffed. "I saved these girls, don't you understand? They were lost in a mad, mad world, and I helped them. Now they are safe. And soon, you will be too." Batgirl and Batwoman were startled when they heard a hissing noise. A blue gas began to fill the room. The two women ran for the rooftop access point but they quickly began to stumble as the gas affected them. It seemed to affect their nervous systems, as neither of them quite passed out; instead, they became paralyzed, unable to move. The two collapsed to the floor limply. As they lied on the floor, they found they could only move their eyelids to blink. A distant door opened and they heard the sounds of footsteps coming closer. A group surrounded them and began to lift them up. Right before a blindfold was placed over their eyes, both women could just barely see a face. Or, rather, a mask. 'A white rabbit,' was all Batgirl could think. Then, everything went black. *** Batwoman gradually gained control of her limbs as she sat in a chair. She couldn't quite lift her arms yet but she could feel that she wasn't tied down. Soon, she would have the strength to take off the blindfold and figure out what the Hell was going on. She wasn't scared. She knew that Jervis Tetch was a coward, a man who was obsessed with adolescent views on women. He wouldn't know what to do with a strong, confident female like Batwoman. She worried more about Batgirl: she seemed young & supple, somewhat innocent, easily swayed... Batwoman could feel her body getting warmer. She tried to shake the impure thoughts out of her head. Footsteps sounded on thick carpeting, giving Batwoman some clue as to where she was. She guessed she was still in the strip club. She crinkled her nose at the realization. Who knew how much cum had infested the seat she was in. It repulsed her. Batwoman felt the blindfold come off her face. She blinked the light into her eyes and tried to get her bearings. When she saw her surroundings, she started in surprise. She wasn't alone. Seated at the head of a long table, Batwoman found herself amongst about a dozen people, all of them wearing rabbit masks. At each seat was a tea set. The people turned and looked at Batwoman at once, the black eyes of the mask haunting Batwoman. She was feeling very unnerved. Batwoman looked around as best she could, the movement aching her sore muscles. She seemed to be in some kind of side room at the club, this one adorned with a painting of a wide grin and nothing else. The carpet was indeed thick shag carpeting and the walls were a grotesque purple color. It was incredibly tacky. "Oh joy, she's awake!" The Mad Hatter's voice rang out over the stereo system once more. "Now we can have our tea." "What... what tea?" Batwoman asked, still trying to make her muscles follow her command. The cups in front of them were empty. "Why, a special tea of course!" The Mad Hatter replied. "We've never had the Queen of Hearts make an appearance at our party before. The White Rabbit will be oh so excited once he arrives. He's running late once again, of course." "Queen of Hearts...?" Batwoman muttered. "Look, Jervis, just let me go an-" The Mad Hatter cut her off. "But we can't let you go, my dear. You're our special guest." "Huh?" Batwoman said. She was regaining the use of her body and was just about done putting up with Mad Hatter's shtick. "It's a tea party after all," Mad Hatter began. As he spoke, the dozen or so rabbits all stood up in unison. Batwoman noticed that they were all men. "And every tea party has a special guest. And my friends here are just dying to give you their tea." The rabbits all began to circle around Batwoman. She struggled to get up but felt someone tap her behind the knees. As she fell to the floor she saw one of the men take the chair and toss it behind them. "What the... oh God..." Batwoman said. She slowly began to realize what was happening. "Jervis, you fucker, I'll-" "Relax, my queen," Mad Hatter said. "We all know how much you enjoy getting heads off." The stereo system clicked off. Mad Hatter was gone. The rabbits all began to reach into their pants. At exactly the same moment, Batwoman watched them pull out their cocks. They were stroking them, quickly hardening. "Ugh," Batwoman said, repulsed. She couldn't believe this was happening. She tried to stand but someone behind her held her down on her knees. In front of her was a milky white cock, now pointing directly at her. Batwoman's eyes widened as the man took a step towards her. "You don't understand, I can't do this. I'm a les-" Batwoman's words were cut off as the man in front of her grabbed her by the mouth, forcing it open. His cock quickly worked its way inside the hole and he began to pump his dick in Batwoman's mouth. Batwoman had sucked a cock before, when she was younger and more confused about herself, and that experience quickly proved useful. Batwoman struggled to breathe as the cock rammed itself into her mouth again and again, her mouth quickly filling with spit. She was helpless due to Mad Hatter's nerve gas, unable to fight back, her mouth a helpless hole for these men to use however they wanted. After a time, Batwoman's head was yanked over to the side and a different cock filled her mouth. This one was a bigger cock, black in color, and Batwoman's jaw soon ached as it filled her throat. Her eyes began to water as her mouth was penetrated. Batwoman felt men grabbing her by the wrists, yanking off her gloves, forcing her hands on their cocks. She couldn't stroke them so the men contented themselves to jerk her hands themselves. She felt others yanking at her hair and even her cape, wrapping it around their dicks and jerking. Batwoman was jerked around, one man after another taking a turn with her mouth. Each dick was soon tattooed with her thick red lipstick, some of them powdered by her white make-up as they slapped their dicks on her face. She felt hands groping her tits, her ass, one man rubbing her slit. None of it appealed to Batwoman. Their hands were too rough, too coarse, and they were not gentle at all. She was being used and it sickened her. A cock worked inside Batwoman's mouth, same as all the others, when Batwoman felt the man grip the points of her mask tightly. She tried to pull her head back but was too weak; the cock was deep in her mouth when it suddenly began to cum. Batwoman was at first surprised that the man had cum so quickly (was she secretly a good cocksucker?) and then she was overwhelmed with nausea as she felt the man's semen on her tongue. She struggled to spit it out but the man's cock was in the way, still pumping even as he came. When his cock finally left Batwoman's mouth, she tried to spit out his cum. She was stopped, however, as a new cock quickly took his place. The man's cock mixed the cum and spit in Batwoman's mouth together. A squicking noise was heard each time the cock thrusted in Batwoman's mouth. Batwoman had regained a little strength at this point, but it arrived at the same time as her fight left her. She was able to move her arms now and she used this power to jerk the cocks around her. It was hard for Batwoman to think but she figured that the sooner they came, the sooner she'd be done with this. Her neck began to bob on each cock, her tongue began to swirl around the head, and her hands began to corkscrew around each cock. The dicks slid easily in her hand, all of them moist from her mouth. The heroine was dragged from one direction to the next, her mouth used again and again by the men. She had an average-sized dick in her mouth, sucking quickly, when suddenly she felt a splash of liquid against the side of her face. The cock in her right hand had started cumming. Batwoman felt it land on her right cheek, dripping messily down, and some of it landed in her hair. Batwoman, disgusted, dropped the cock; the man's response was to take his cock in his own hand and step closer, pasting Batwoman's face at close range with sticky cum. Her right eye snapped shut as it was covered. Batwoman barely had time to process this before she felt her right hand being wrapped around another cock. If Batwoman had wanted to, she probably could have escaped at this exact moment. Most of the men had stopped trying to hold her down and they stood in a loose circle around her now. None of them showed any hesitation in giving her their sensitive cocks to handle with her mouth and hands. She could have gotten out of the circle, broken through the door, and gone to find Batgirl without too much trouble. But she didn't. Instead, she was dragged from one cock to another, sucking on each and every one. She worked enthusiastically now, ignoring the burning in her muscles, realizing now how to take a cock deep in her mouth without gagging. The men began to groan, no longer forcing themselves in, allowing Batwoman to service them. With only her left eye open, Batwoman had trouble seeing cocks as they neared her mouth. She could only gasp in the time one left her mouth and another entered in order to breathe. She could feel spit on the front of her costume, slowly running down the thick plastic. Batwoman had the large black cock once again in her mouth, with her hands working on two cocks simultaneously. She felt the cocksuckee pushing her backwards, sending her from her knees to her butt; Batwoman had to hold tightly to the men in her hands to keep from losing them. She was pushed still, falling slowly onto her back. Her neck craned to suck cock while her hands still worked on the two men on each side of her. Finally, Batwoman felt all three men pull away from her at once. She looked up with one eye, confused, and then slowly realized why the men had pulled away. Batwoman just barely closed her good eye when all three men began to cum at the same time. Batwoman's face was drenched in the cum of the three men, the semen splattering her face. Batwoman had not been quick enough to close her mouth and some of it shot into her mouth and down to the back of her throat. This time she was not quite repulsed and even instinctively swallowed a little bit of it. Both of Batwoman's eyes were glue shut by cum now, rendering her unable to see. She could hear people moving away from her and then more people moving towards her. Slowly, she began to have a guess as to what was happening. That guess was confirmed when she felt another round of hot splashy cum hit her face. The men were all jerking off on her. Round after round of men came on Batwoman's face. She began to feel the weight of the cum as it buried her face. It pooled in her eyes, on her forehead, at the little crook between her lips and chin. Batwoman never fought against it. The woman who had previously been disgusted by sitting on a chair that might have had cum on it now lied indifferently as her face was drenched in the stuff. Her breasts were roughly grabbed, hands ran up her legs, guy after guy straddled her, and she seemed comfortable with it all. Finally, when it seemed as if every man had gotten their turn with the superheroine, Batwoman felt one last man straddle her. After a few seconds of furious jerking noises, Batwoman felt the man lean forward and something warm hit her lips. Batwoman obediently opened her mouth just as the man began to cum. He filled her mouth with wave after wave of his cum, filling her mouth with his white goo. Batwoman kept it in her mouth until the man pulled his dick away. Her mouth was lightly open, allowing anyone who wanted to see just how much cum was in her mouth. Then, slowly, she swallowed it. Batwoman heard shuffling. A door opened, and fading footsteps made their way. The door then shut and there was silence. Still, Batwoman laid on the ground. She seemed in no hurry to get up. Instead, she ran a finger along the side of her face, scooping up some cum. Then, she quickly slid the finger in her mouth. *** Batgirl felt the blindfold slowly being slid off her face. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light in the room, and her captor faded into focus. "Hello, Alice," The Mad Hatter said. He was a rather short man, not particularly attractive, with a pointy nose that stuck out sharply from his face. Batgirl guessed that he was a little over 30. He wore an oversized hat and an oversized suit, both of them a checkered-green pattern that hadn't been used in years. He looked, well, kind of pathetic. But Batgirl knew the hat wasn't only cosmetic; it was the source of the Mad Hatter's mind control technology and was how he controlled his rabbit henchmen. Let's Be Batman Pt. 46 "Who...?" Batgirl said. Her limbs were slowly coming back to her but she was having trouble forming words. "Alice," The Mad Hatter repeated, "My Alice. I'm so glad you've finally come back to Wonderland, my dear. We've all missed you terribly." Batgirl forced a yawn, stretching her mouth and working her muscles. She tried to form a plan. As she did, she took a look around the room. It was fairly small, with only one chair (the one she was currently sitting in) and... a pole? "Huh," Batgirl said to herself. She'd never been in a champagne room before. The Mad Hatter reached out and ran his hand along Batgirl's face. "You're so beautiful," He said to her. His hand lifted to the side, holding up Batgirl's blonde hair. "So beautiful," Mad Hatter said again. "Uh... thanks," Batgirl said uncertainly. She wasn't tied down but she didn't think she could take the Mad Hatter in her current condition. She needed to talk him down. "Mad Hatter," Batgirl said. "Thank you for bringing me back to Wonderland. I missed it so much." The Mad Hatter seemed taken aback by Batgirl's words. "You... you're not mad at me?" He asked suspiciously. "Of course not," Batgirl said. "I've always felt so... scared out there in Gotham. I needed someone to protect me." Mad Hatter's eyes brightened. "I knew it!" He said excitedly. "I knew that if I looked hard enough, I knew that one of you would understand!" Batgirl lifted her hands, placing them on the sides of the chair. She needed more time to regain her strength. "How many women did you... search for, Mad Hatter?" She asked. If she could find out where they were. "Oh, dozens & dozens!" Mad Hatter said, pacing the room. "I thought they were special but they all didn't understand what I was trying to do. Fucking cunts." Batgirl was surprised; a little bit of Jervis had slipped through the Mad Hatter's facade. "Did that upset you?" Batgirl asked. "Oh very much yes," Mad Hatter replied. "I couldn't even look at them. I had to send them away to the dark place." "The dark place?" Batgirl asked. "Where is that?" "Why?" Mad Hatter asked in return. "Why do you want to know?" Batgirl quickly changed the subject. "Let's not worry about that," She replied. She managed to lift herself out of the chair. She ran her hands down her suit, both to adjust herself and to force the Mad Hatter to look at her body. She needn't had bothered based on the way he gawked at her. "Why don't you tell me more about us?" Batgirl said. She took an uncertain step and faltered, but the Mad Hatter was right at her side to steady her. "Well," The Mad Hatter replied nervously, "We can do whatever we want. Once I implant you with my mind control chip we'll-" "Mind control chip?" Batgirl interrupted. "Well, of course," the Mad Hatter replied. "That way we'll always be thinking the same thing. Doesn't that sound marvelous?" Batgirl smiled sweetly. "Why yes, that does," She told the haberdasher. He smiled gawkily back at her. "Once you're implanted, we can do whatever we want!" the Mad Hatter continued. "The world will be ours! And no one ever be able to separate us." Batgirl gently pushed the Mad Hatter towards the chair she had previously been sitting in. "Oh, that does sound amazing," She told him. She gave him one final shove and he landed in the seat. "But before we do that, is there anything I can do to thank you for rescuing me?" The Mad Hatter's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?" He asked. "Well," Batgirl replied, slowly dropping to her knees, "Maybe I can give you an unbirthday present." "Oh? Oh!" The Mad Hatter said nervously. He began to get up from the chair. "Please," Batgirl said, lightly holding the Mad Hatter down with her hand. The Mad Hatter stopped struggling as Batgirl's hand slowly slid down the Mad Hatter's suit. Her hand stopped at his groin and she began to run her hand in circles around it. She found his dick and squeezed it slightly. The Mad Hatter groaned. Batgirl noted that his dick seemed rather like him: small and awkward. Still, she continued to run her hand along his cock. He had already been hard, his stub at full staff before Batgirl had ever touched him. She began to jerk him softly through his suit. The villain whimpered. Batgirl wondered if he had ever actually been with a woman before. '...Well, a non-mind controlled woman,' Batgirl thought. As the Mad Hatter began to sweat, Batgirl stood herself up. She brought her face close to the Mad Hatter's. He couldn't look her in the eye. He was completely at her mercy now, her sexuality proving a much greater mind controlling device than any of the Mad Hatter's gadgets. "Before we do this," Batgirl said softly, her mouth by the Mad Hatter's ear, "Won't you please tell me where those other women are? I want to tell them what they're missing." The Mad Hatter wheezed as his cock was stroked through his pants. "They're... they're downstairs. In the base..." He stopped speaking but he had said enough. Batgirl smiled and thanked the Mad Hatter. Her hand drifted up to the waistband of his suit pants. Her hand slipped inside and began to trail down towards his cock... "Ungh!!" The Mad Hatter suddenly gesticulated. Batgirl felt a hot, sticky substance spurt onto her hand. "...Did you just cum?" Batgirl asked the Mad Hatter. He nodded weakly and then apologized. "Gross," Batgirl said. She pulled her hand out of the Mad Hatter's pants and then wiped his cum on his suit jacket. With a fluid motion, her other hand quickly yanked the hat off the Mad Hatter's head. "Hey!" He yelled. He reached for his hat but Batgirl, now once again at full strength, easily kicked him over the back of the chair. She leaped and landed on top him, each of her long legs on either side of him. "But, but..." The Mad Hatter stammered, "I thought you liked me." "You must be mad," Batgirl replied, before knocking the Mad Hatter unconscious with a heavy stomp to the face. *** Batgirl exited the champagne room, looking around for the Mad Hatter's henchmen. She found them in the main room of the strip club, all of them holding their rabbit masks in confusion. "Where are we?" One of the men asked another. "I... I don't know," The second man replied. "I was at home and then... how much time has passed?" None of the men seemed to know. Batgirl passed the former mind-controlled henchmen for a moment, trying to find a path to the basement. As she did, she passed a a closed door. 'Maybe Batwoman's in here,' Batgirl thought to herself. She cautiously opened the door and peeked inside. "Batwoman...?" Batgirl asked in confusion. Batwoman raised her head when she heard Batgirl's voice. Batgirl could barely see Batwoman because on her face was a bucketful of cum. Her hair was wild and her make-up was completely gone. Batwoman wiped at her eyes, trying to see the fellow heroine. The two stared at each other in silence for a long time, Batgirl confused and Batwoman mortified. "...What a strange world we live in," Batgirl finally said to Batwoman. Let's Be Batman Pt. 47 "Wake up." Tommy groaned and rolled over in his cot. "Wake. Up." Groaning again, Tommy pulled his pillow over his head. "Wake up!" Tommy groaned once more, this time in pain as he felt a sharp poke in his side. Tommy grumpily picked his head out from under his pillow and looked up at his attacker. When he saw who it was, his eyes went wide with more than a little fear. "Wake up," Barbara Gordon repeated once more through gritted teeth. She was staring down at Tommy from her wheelchair. "Shit," Tommy muttered. He hadn't had communication with Barbara in a week or so at this point, preferring instead to fight crime and get drunk (not necessarily in that order). He had gotten an angry e-mail the night before with the headline: "MAD HATTER FOUND, ANSWER ME." Tommy didn't know what the body of the e-mail said; he hadn't read it. "I hope you can appreciate what me being here means," Barbara said lowly. "It's not like the Batcave is exactly handicap-accessible." Tommy glanced around. He had never really thought about it but she was right. 'Well, it's not like a safety inspector is going to come around here,' He thought. "Are you drunk, or still hung over?" Barbara asked disdainfully. Tommy looked up through bleary eyes. "Little bit of both," He said after giving the question careful thought. "Well, sober up," Barbara told him. "You've got work to do." "Leave me alone," Tommy said, placing his head back under the pillow. A sharp jab once again found his ribs. "Will you-" Tommy began. "Shut up," Barbara told him. "I get that Black Canary dumped you. I get that you're sad about it. I get tha-" "But you-" Tommy began. "LET ME FINISH," Barbara said. Her tone silenced Tommy instantly. "I get that your personal life is not what you want it to be. But you are supposed to be Batman, and being Batman means that you don't let that shit affect your work. You need to quit this maudlin little routine you have going and get back to your job." Tommy leaned up on his hand, reaching an even eye level with Barbara. "You wouldn't understand," He said. "You wouldn't know what it's like to lose..." Tommy trailed off when he realized what he was about to say. 'Maybe Barbara didn't catch that,' He thought. Barbara's eyes went wide. '...Shit.' "I WOULDN'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SOMETHING???" Barbara yelled. She struck out at the hand holding Tommy up, folding his elbow and sending his upper body hard into the cot below. As Tommy fell, Barbara twisted his right arm behind him. Tommy yelped as pain shot through his arm. "I lost my legs because of this, you little asshole! Don't tell me about losing something!" Tommy squirmed, trying to get himself free. Barbara increased the pressure on his arm, causing Tommy to stay still. The pain was excruciating. "Listen, you little prick," Barbara hissed from behind Tommy, "You're being a baby and Gotham is suffering because of it. Your work is sloppy, you're missing things, your updates have been terrible..." "My what?" Tommy eked out. "Your updates," Barbara said. "The after-action reports you're supposed to be writing. They're sloppy, riddled with errors and just sub-par. You should be embarrassed." "But I-" "I don't give a shit!" Barbara yelled. "So Dinah dumped you. I. Don't. Care. Lex Luthor is still out there, still planning something, and YOU need to stop him. Stop being a sadsack, stop with all your drinking, man up, and save Gotham." Barbara let go of Tommy's arm. Tommy rolled himself over and rubbed his shoulder. "You know, you're kind of mean," He said softly. Barbara wheeled away and headed towards the Batcomputer. "Oh, shut up," Barbara said as she typed quickly on the keyboard. She brought up a profile of a purple-haired woman whose eyes were completely white. "This is Tala," Barbara said. "Powerful sorceress and close associate of Lex Luthor. She's in Gotham for some unknown purpose. If anyone knows what Lex Luthor is going to be up to, it's going to be her." "What do you want me to do about it?" Tommy asked. His right arm hurt like hell. "Find her and interrogate her," Barbara said. "INTERROGATE her," She repeated. "Tala is one of the few people on Earth who knows Lex and also is powerful enough to potentially open up the Phantom Zone to free Faora. She must know what's going on. You need to get it out of her." Tommy hopped off his cot and walked to the edge of the Batcave, looking down into the abyss below. "Fine," Tommy said softly. "What do I need to do?" "Last we heard she was in a high-rise downtown. Has the whole floor to herself. Nice place." "I'll try to find out how much she's paying for it for you," Tommy said dryly. Barbara actually smiled. "I guess you're not so sad you can't be an asshole," She told Tommy. "My arm hurts," He replied. "Get suited up," Barbara said. "Fighting crime will make you feel better." Tommy grumbled and began putting on his suit. As he did so, he continued complaining. "How exactly am I supposed to stop this Tala lady, anyway? I don't know if batarangs work against magic." "You stopped Circe," Barbara reminded Tommy. "She's magic but she's not invincible." "I got... lucky against Circe," Tommy said. He thought of his battle with Circe and smiled. "Besides, I got you some help," Barbara continued. When Tommy heard this, he jumped. "Who is it? It's not... look, I don't think I can deal with other people right now. Maybe I should take this one on my-" "It's Zatanna," Barbara said. Tommy paused. "...Well I guess a little help never hurt anyone." Barbara turned and frowned at Tommy. As he buckled the utility belt around his waist, Tommy walked to the Batmobile. "You're all set," Barbara said. Tommy was at the car when Barbara called out to him. "Tommy, wait." Tommy paused. "You're not going to hurt me again, are you?" He asked. "No," Barbara replied. "I just wanted to know... when my accident happened, you gave up being Batman. When Black Canary ended things, you didn't. Why not?" Tommy stared at Barbara, dumbfounded. "I... I don't know," He said. "I guess it never really occurred to me." Barbara considered this as Tommy hopped into the Batmobile and blasted off towards Tala's hideout. *** Tommy arrived downtown and parked the Batmobile in an alley. As he stepped away from the Batmobile, the car recognized that Batman was no longer close by and automatically set itself to crowd control: armor quickly covered the windows and wheels, while the gun on top began to roam, looking for people who wished it harm. Tommy watched with delight. He couldn't help but be delighted; it was just so cool. "Bruce!" Came a voice from behind him. Tommy quickly turned and tried not to gawk when he saw Zatanna, the Mistress of Magic, bounding towards him. The buxom magician wrapped her arms around him, giving him a great big hug. "Uh, hi, Zee," Tommy said. In his hangover haze he had forgotten that Zatanna thought he was still Bruce Wayne, not some random schmo. He had remembered covering Zatanna with his cum, however. "It's so good to see you!" Zatanna said brightly. Tommy melted at her smile. It was almost as nice as... "Bruce, what's wrong?" Zatanna asked, somewhat concerned. Tommy realized he probably looked pretty glum right about now. "Nothing," He said quickly. "Just eager to get this villain off the streets." "Oh, of course," Zatanna said, once again smiling dazzlingly. She adjusted her white gloves. While she did so, Tommy admired her: the way her white vest just barely held in her breasts, how the hot pants rode up just enough on her thighs, the fishnets giving glimpse to her long legs, the top hat cocked on her head... she really was beautiful in every way Tommy could imagine. "So, what's our plan of action?" Tommy asked. He glanced across the street at the large high-rise. The lobby looked full of gruff men, men who were most likely there to prevent people like Batman from coming in. Tommy looked for an access point but could see nothing. Zatanna looked at him, somewhat puzzled. "You want to know what I think we should do? Usually the plans are your department." "Oh yeah," Tommy said. He struggled to formulate a plan. "Maybe we could... that vent might... what about the sewer?" "The sewer?" Zatanna asked, crinkling her nose. "Yeah, the sewer," Tommy said. "We could go down there and then, like, come up through a pipe and... we'll figure it out from there." Zatanna stared at Tommy oddly. "Why don't I just fly us up to the top?" "...That works too," Tommy said meekly. "Etativel!" Zatanna yelled as she reached out and grabbed Tommy's hands with her own. Both Tommy & Zatanna began to glow a soft blue and they lifted off the ground slowly, gradually rising out of the alley and up into the sky. "Tala is very dangerous, Bruce," Zatanna was saying while they floated up into the night. "She's not exactly human. If I had to guess, I'd say demonic. I've prepared some spells that should give me a good chance against her, but I'll need you to watch the door. And my back." Tommy barely listened. He was too busy thinking, 'Don't look down don't look down don't look down.' As they drifted up, Zatanna moved closer to the high-rise. They were about 50 stories up, halfway to the top, and Tommy could see rows and rows of darkened apartments. They suddenly floated by one that was faintly lit by the light of a television. Tommy barely made out a woman getting railed from behind in the dark. He dropped his head, trying to see more. "What is it? Do we need to investigate?" Zatanna said. "No, it's okay," Tommy told her. "I thought I saw something but it was just... a dog." Zatanna nodded and continued upwards. They gradually made their way to the top and landed softly on a balcony. Zatanna let go of Tommy's hands and the blue that surrounded both of them faded away. The two examined the high-rise apartment. It had a large picture window that gave a spectacular view of Gotham. There was no furniture in the apartment; instead there was only a workbench filled with bottles of various sizes. Some of them bubbled while others gave off fumes. Against the wall hung a large mirror that seemed to be tinted purple. Tommy checked a door to the inside and, finding it unlocked, stepped inside. There didn't appear to be anyone there. As Tommy crept in, he could feel Zatanna close behind him. He stopped short and felt her chest push against his back. "Did you hear something?" Zatanna asked softly. She sounded worried. "...Yes," Tommy said. Zatanna couldn't see but he was smiling. The two paused, Zatanna still pressed up close against Tommy, for a few seconds. Finally, Tommy stepped forward further into the apartment. They neared the workbench. "Any idea what this stuff is for?" Tommy asked. Zatanna quickly began to look over the vials, bottles and tubes that covered the bench. "Hmm... cat's eye... philosopher's stone... elixir of the..." Zatanna sniffed it. "Elixir of the ages... Bruce, she's trying to find something." "We know that," Tommy said, "We're trying to find what she knows." Zatanna thought. "Well, it would have to be something mystical. Something hidden. Something no one knows about. Bruce, have you run into anything mystical lately? Something that would be impossible to find if you didn't know exactly where it was? Bruce?" Tommy looked up quickly from Zatanna's cleavage. "No," He said quickly, although he hadn't heard the question. "Hmm..." Zatanna was thinking. "Well, whatever it is, it must be very powerful. And dangerous. We need to-" Tommy cocked his head. This time, he thought he had actually heard something. "Get down!" He yelled, grabbing Zatanna and pulling her to the ground. A purple burst of energy flew above them, just barely missing Zatanna. Her top hat tumbled off her head and to the floor. The two scrambled behind the workbench. Above them, they could hear cackling. "It's good for you to come, Batman, and with a friend no less," a thickly accented voice said. She sounded cartoonishly Russian. "I've been expecting you." Tommy sighed. 'These fucks are always expecting me,' He thought. 'Why didn't they just go do the evil thing they're trying to do instead of sitting around waiting for me to stop them?' "We're here to find out what you're doing here, witch," Zatanna said aloud. "Just tell us and we won't have to get nasty." Tommy took the opportunity to peek around the side of the workbench and catch a glimpse at their attacker.As Tala the sorceress glided down from the 2nd floor of the condo, Tommy caught a glimpse. He was surprised; the picture Barbara had shown him was of Tala's face and her purple hair and ghostly white eyes had given her a ghoulish appearance. Seeing all of her, though... she was pretty hot. She wore a long black robe, cut deep down to her navel and with slits on both sides of her legs. Skin was showing almost everywhere, shining white. She was tall and thin, but with nice breasts that were just barely covered by the thin material of her robe. Apparently demonic things could be hot, Tommy noted to himself. "You, getting nasty?" Tala replied to Zatanna with disdain. "You know nothing of nasty, daughter of Zatara. I have descended to the depths of Hell itself. I will show you nasty!" Tala muttered something low and the workbench began to glow purple and rise into the air. It was thrown to the side, somehow landing with not a drop of potion spilled. Tommy rolled to the side, expecting an attack. Tala ignored him, though, preferring to shoot a beam of purple energy at Zatanna. "Dleihs!" Zatanna yelled, forming a blue energy in a semi-circle around her. The purple energy collided heavily with the blue, and both women seemed to be struggling to keep their spells active against the power of the other. Tommy wasn't quite sure what to do, as this fight seemed a little out of his league. He did what Zatanna told him to do: he guarded the door. Tommy glanced back as he began to barricade the door, trying to get a sense of Zatanna's progress. He deflated a little when he saw that it wasn't going well. Tala was smiling, both hands held in the air and shooting purple energy. Zatanna's teeth were gritted and she seemed to be faltering just a little, her blue shield shimmering in the light. Tommy looked back and forth between the fight and the door, debating whether he should watch or help, when finally he decided. "Fuck it," He said. He grabbed a batarang and threw it at Tala. To his shock, she suddenly turned and ensnared it in purple magic with one hand while the other continued to blast at Zatanna. Tala re-directed the batarang and sent it spinning towards the heroine. The batarang pierced Zatanna's energy shield and clipped her along the shoulder. Zatanna yelled and grabbed the wound. Her concentration broken, the shield broke. "Thanks, Batman," Tala said towards Tommy, "Just what I needed to defeat our little magician." Zatanna, still grabbing her shoulder, began to back up as Tala approached her. The sorceress lifted her hands and once again blasted purple energy at Zatanna. There was no shield this time, though, and Zatanna was consumed with purple light. Zatanna screamed and collapsed to the ground. "You bitch, what did you do???" Tommy yelled out. Tala turned to Tommy and smiled. "This magician, while pathetically weak, can still prove useful to me," Tala said. "In particular, her essence can help me find what I'm looking for. I need her to be amenable to this process, however." "So you're torturing her?" Tommy asked. He slipped his hand to his side and grabbed his glue globules. Maybe if he bound Tala's hands together he'd prevent her from using her magic... Zatanna was lying on the ground, groaning softly. She began to squirm while she groaned. She clearly seemed in distress. "In a sense," Tala said. "Do you know what the greatest torture is, Batman? It's not pain, though most think it is. No, it's bringing someone to the brink of pleasure and then denying them. The greatest people to ever walk the Earth would break in minutes at such agony." Zatanna's groaning began to grow louder and she writhed more openly. Tommy gradually became aware that Zatanna's groans weren't groans of pain, they were... "You're... making her cum?" Tommy asked, baffled. "I am bringing her to the brink of an orgasm and then denying it," Tala said. She laughed. "She'll soon do whatever I ask in order to cum. And she better act soon; kept in this state for too long will overload her body and put her in a coma." Zatanna looked up at Tommy with pleading eyes. She tried to speak but instead she moaned harshly, her eyes seeming to water from the intense feeling in her loins. "You... bitch?" Tommy said. He was far too confused to put any force behind his words. Tala laughed again, a hint of menace on her tongue. She raised her hands as they took on a faint purple hue. "You think me evil now? I need Zatanna. I have no use for y-" Zatanna suddenly broke through her groans. With the last of the coherence in her mind, she managed to force out one final spell. "M'i rebbur. Er'uoy eulg!" Zatanna cried out. A purple burst of energy erupted from her and struck Tala in the back. The great sorceress dropped to her knees, groaning almost before she hit the floor. Zatanna collapsed onto her back and writhed passionately. "What... what the fuck is going on?!" Tommy shouted. He didn't understand any of this shit. "She's... she's reversed my spell!" Tala said. She was on her knees, her hands clasped between her thighs. "Impossible... oh my..." Tommy looked at the two powerful magic users, both of them now groaning while they laid on the floor. Zatanna was on her back, slapping the ground as she bucked her hips into the air. "What do I do?" Tommy asked. Maybe he could cast a spell or something...? "You must cancel out the spell," Tala said. She grimaced as a wave of pleasure passed through her. "The only way to do this is to... is to..." "What???" Tommy asked, eager to find out. "Make me cum!" Tala finished. She collapsed onto her side in the fetal position. Her leg spasmed periodically, twitching from pleasure. "...What?" Tommy asked. "Make me whooaaa-AAHHHH!!" Tala responded. She couldn't form words now; she could only moan wildly as wave after wave of pleasure passed through her. "What in the fuck...?" Tommy muttered. Tommy looked at the two mighty magicians as they pulsed with orgasmic delight. Their bodies would build, rising into the air as an orgasm built inside them. Then, right as Tommy expected them to cum, they would suddenly collapse and whimper as the sensation vanished at the last possible moment. Zatanna reacted with sorrow while Tala acted with anger at the lost orgasm before they would inevitably begin to moan once more. Tala fell onto her back, her legs spread wide. Only a small piece of dark blue cloth covered her slit and her body arched severely as she moaned. The sorceress's hands gripped the carpet tightly, bits of the fine material coming loose from the carpet as she tore at it. Zatanna had managed to roll over to her hands and knees and was crawling towards Tommy, her eyes still pleading. Occasionally she had to stop as the pleasure running through her became overwhelming; she would collapse her arms, her head buried in the carpet while her ass hung high in the air. As the sensation suddenly disappeared, Zatanna would wearily pick her head up and crawl forward a few feet until collapsing once more. Tommy was at first struck dumb by the bizarre scene in front of him. All his mind could think was, 'What the fuck,' in a variety of different ways. He grappled with the idea that he needed to make them cum to save them from their torment. But who should he save first? Zatanna was a friend and a superheroine, someone who had done and would do much good for the world. But Tala might be the only person who could help them stop Lex Luthor. There might not be time to save one and then the other before their brains turned to mush. Tommy looked at the two women, going back and forth, frozen by indecision. Let's Be Batman Pt. 47 Then, in an instant, everything became clear. Tommy suddenly became very calm, very sure, and he knew exactly what he needed to do. He moved quickly and decisively, with a sure hand and an odd sereneness. His head was clear, except for one thought: 'I can save them both. I can make them both cum at the same time. I'm Batman, Goddammit.' Tommy quickly dropped to his knees next to Tala. He ripped off his gloves, exposing bare fingers and forearms. If Tala noticed him lying next to her, she didn't register it; the dark sorceress was mid-build up to an orgasm, her hips flexed and pushing her ass up off the ground. She only noticed Tommy when he flung his hand underneath her robe and jammed two fingers of his left hand deep into her shockingly wet pussy. Tala's eyes had been closed but they flew open when she felt Tommy's fingers enter her. Hips fully flexed, Tala screamed loudly as Tommy pushed his fingers in past the second knuckle. Zatanna had finally made her way over to Tommy, expending the last of her effort. With his left hand occupied, Tommy firmly grabbed Tala by her waist and flung her over Tala, the two forming a cross as Zatanna laid across Tala's belly. Tommy yanked at the short black hot pants that hugged Zatanna's shapely body, pulling them down her legs and off her body. The magician was wearing her fishnet stockings but no underwear. Immediately, Tommy shoved two fingers inside Zatanna as well, stretching one of the holes in her fishnets to their breaking point to accommodate him. She reacted immediately, her head shooting up into the air as she cried out sharply. Tommy busily pumped his fingers in and out of Zatanna while he held his fingers inside Tala and used his thumb to actively work her clitoris. Both women moaned wildly, the combined force of the spell and the actual stimulation they were feeling driving them wild. Tommy began to feel encouraged, reasoning that it wouldn't take the women long to cum because they were already so close. He redoubled his efforts, his palm slapping against Zatanna's ass as his fingers dove deep inside her. Tala seemed to be closer than Zatanna, the dark sorceress trying to pump her hips in pleasure. She couldn't quite do it, though, with Zatanna lying heavily on top of her. Tala tried in vain, their stomachs pushing against each other, but Zatanna was too overwhelmed to hold herself up. Tommy jammed his fingers deeper inside Tala, causing her white eyes to pop in response. Things were going well. Tommy thought he could sense that the two women were close to cumming. But then, Tommy began to get a funny feeling that things weren't alright. The funny feeling was in his arm. His right arm, earlier wrenched behind him by Barbara Gordon, was starting to go numb. Tommy guessed that he had pinched a nerve or something. He cursed as the rhythm of his fingers inside Zatanna slowed and his arm began to hurt like Hell. Zatanna whimpered as she felt Tommy's pace gradually weaken inside her. Tommy cursed again and tried to figure out what to do now. And then, like before, it suddenly clicked. Tommy's hand left Tala and Zatanna at the same time, causing both women to whimper in surprise. Tala quickly stopped whimpering, however, because Tommy pulled out his achingly hard cock, threw off the thin flap that covered her pussy, hopped between her legs, and thrusted himself inside her. He didn't ease himself in, as time was of the essence; instead, he jammed his big dick as far as he could go, which in her euphoric state was pretty far. Tommy was on his knees, his cock fucking down inside Tala while she lied on her back. Zatanna was still lying across Tala, her body shaking slightly from Tommy's previous fingering. Tommy grabbed the heroine by the hips and turned her so that she was lying on top of Tala; then, favoring his right arm, he grabbed her hips and lifted her upside down. She wasn't completely upside down (her head rested between Tala's tits), instead forming the hypotenuse of a threesome triangle. Zatanna's legs hung on either side of Tommy's head, resting on his shoulders, and he jammed his mouth against Zatanna's pussy. "UUUUNNNNNNNGGHHHH!!" Zatanna screamed into Tala's tits as Tommy began to eat her pussy. Her legs seemed to stiffen around Tommy's head, clasping tight to his ears. Tommy's tongue worked from bottom to top which, since Zatanna was upside down, meant that he was going top to bottom. Her muscles contracted, causing her ass to tighten; Tommy could feel it on his nose. Walking and chewing gum at the same time currently had nothing on Tommy. He had to pump his hips inside Tala while holding up Zatanna and eating her out. Zatanna's fishnets ground into Tommy's face as his mouth ground into Zatanna. He ate her swiftly, eagerly, his tongue pointed and firm as it flicked every which way in Zatanna's slit. Zatanna's moans were frequent but muffled, what with her face buried in Tala's breasts. Tommy briefly wondered if Tala enjoyed it before banishing the thought from his mind; he needed to be careful that he didn't cum before the two women, after all. Tommy began to get comfortable... well, as comfortable as he could get. With Zatanna occupying his top half, Tommy's bottom half was busily pleasuring Tala. His dick was pointing down slightly as it fucked her, sliding along the bottom of her pussy. Each time Tommy pulled himself out, he could feel his dick straining to stay inside. While he couldn't see Tala to gauge her pleasure, he could certainly hear her. Tommy figured most of Gotham could probably hear her. Zatanna placed her hands on either side of Tala, holding herself up somewhat. Zatanna's moans had gradually softened, although Tommy didn't quite notice since he was somewhat occupied at the moment. Her moans had dropped to a low, rhymthic, "Unh," that sounded almost like a hum. It was vastly bested by Tala's wild screams that filled the high-rise condo. With Zatanna propping herself up, Tommy had more freedom. He continued to hold Zatanna with his good left arm while his right arm dropped below Zatanna towards Tala's pussy. He couldn't pump his right arm in its current state but he could certainly use his thumb. Tommy began to thumb Tala's clit as he fucked her. The result was almost immediate: Tala began to cum. "Skreeeeeeeeee!!" Tala screamed as an orgasm finally reached her. She bucked her hips up so sharply that she finally managed to knock Zatanna off her; the magician fell to the left in a heap. Tommy followed up to keep his dick inside Tala, prolonging her orgasm, as she screamed in sweet release. She dropped her hips and brought her head up towards Tommy, her hands beneath her to prop her up. She screamed again, high and sharp. Tala looked at Tommy and suddenly her scream caught in her throat, almost as if she was choking on it. Her white eyes rolled (or, at least, Tommy thought they did; it's hard to tell when someone doesn't have irises) and Tala suddenly fell backwards in a heap. She was breathing and Tommy didn't think she had gone comatose; the power of her orgasm had simply rendered her unconscious. Tommy pulled his dick out of Tala, satisfied with his work. That sense of satisfaction soon disappeared, however, as Tommy realized that Zatanna had stopped moaning. She laid on the ground, seemingly unconscious as well. "Zatanna!" Tommy yelled. Zatanna moaned weakly and shuddered; the pleasure still flowed through her. She was conscious, but just barely. Tommy knew he didn't have much time. He quickly grabbed her hips and propped her ass up, Zatanna's head still on the ground. With Tala lying on next to them, Tommy ripped Zatanna's fishnet stockings and stuck his dick inside her. Zatanna responded slightly, moaning a little and reaching one hand backwards towards Tommy. He grabbed it and lifted her up, bringing her head off the ground. Still busily thrusting inside her sopping wet pussy, Tommy yanked at the magician's suit coat. It came off easily, revealing Zatanna's tight white vest. Tommy reached around and yanked at it, popping Zatanna's buttons and freeing her ample breasts. Tommy grabbed one in each hand firmly, using them to prop Zatanna up as his dick filled her insides. "Stay with me, Zatanna," Tommy whispered urgently into her ear. Zatanna moaned out a response, a soft murmur. Tommy noted with alarm that she seemed to be getting weaker. He began to fuck her faster, his big dick jamming all the way inside her to the hilt. A hand slipped from her breasts to her clit, rubbing it furiously. Zatanna, her body full of fire but unable to quench it, seemed to slip further. "Goddammit," Tommy muttered. He squeezed one of Zatanna's nipples, pinched her clit, trying anything to get a rise out of her. Nothing seemed to be working now. Tommy worried that maybe she was too far gone. He couldn't lose Zatanna, not now when he was so close. Gritting his teeth, Tommy railed Zatanna, his hips slapping furiously against her ass. "Mmmm," Zatanna mumbled. She slumped forward, Tommy's single hand unable to keep her up. He barely prevented her from faceplanting against the ground as she seemingly lost consciousness. Tommy's dick was still inside her but just barely; he switched positions and continued to fuck her as he tried to revive her. "Zatanna!" Tommy yelled. There was no response now. Tommy was frantic, unsure of what to do. This final time, he didn't think. Nothing became clear. His act was not the act of a rational man, calmly assessing a situation, but was instead the act of a desperate man who didn't know what to do. Tommy, unthinking, acted on instinct and instinct alone. He stuck a finger in Zatanna's ass. Zatanna popped to life as Tommy's thumb popped into her ass. She screamed loudly, bucking her hips back against Tommy's cock. Her face buried into the carpet, she screamed. Her leg twitched and shook. Tommy fucked her furiously, excited that his desperate act had seemingly worked. His thought was confirmed by Zatanna herself. "I'M CUUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIIIII-!!" She screamed, her words cut off by her triumphant orgasm. Tommy held himself still and allowed Zatanna to back herself up onto his dick again and again. She flung herself backwards with fury, seemingly relishing the feeling of Tommy's dick sliding along her vaginal wall. Tommy enjoyed it, too. He enjoyed it a lot, actually, more than either he or Zatanna had realized it. He was just so relieved that she was okay. Tommy lazily smacked Zatanna's ass with his hand, driving her fishnets deeper into her ass. Zatanna laughed in response and pushed herself deeper on Tommy's cock. Zatanna's orgasm eventually passed through her and she slowly pushed herself off Tommy's big cock, wincing slightly. She managed to stay conscious unlike Tala, though Zatanna was most definitely wiped out by her ordeal. She flipped herself around and rested with her back on the carpet. She looked up at Tommy and smiled. "Thanks for saving my li- ahhhh!!" "Oh shit!" Tommy yelled out as he suddenly began to cum. He had barely registered that he was jerking himself off until he began to cum. The juices of two different women lubricated his cock as he began to spurt wave after wave of cum on the helpless Zatanna. For the second time, Tommy surprised Zatanna by cumming all over her. Lying on her back, Zatanna presented an inviting canvas for him to paint with his cum. His semen shot all over the mistress of magic: her lips, her neck (including her little white bow tie), her large breasts, her thin stomach. Tommy came and came, apologizing but never actually angling his dick away from Zatanna. For her part, Zatanna yelled in surprise when Tommy first started cumming but after that she lied back and accepted her lot. She was either too tired, or too overwhelmed, or too content to fight. She simply lied there, her eyes closed to avoid getting cum in them, as Tommy's cum washed over her. Tommy finally stopped cumming, the last little bit of cum drizzling out of his cock and onto the carpet between Zatanna's legs. Both of them breathed heavily, trying heavily to regain their strength. Tommy rotated his right arm, trying to get some feeling back into it. He winced. Finally, he looked down at Zatanna, who was looking up at him somewhat annoyed. "That's twice," She told him. Then she smiled slightly. "But thank you for saving me." Tommy shrugged. "It's what I do." *** Across town, The Riddler sat back in his chair in triumph. He spun his cane in his hand quickly, a large smile on his face. He hadn't committed a crime in weeks, Echo & Query had both bolted for higher paying jobs, but none of that mattered. The Riddler had figured it out. It hadn't been easy. He had figuratively and literally pounded his head against the wall, trying solution after solution before discarding them in frustration. He had almost given up, depressingly figuring that this was the one riddle that he could not solve. The question of what Lex Luthor was looking for would remain unsolved. And then, like a bolt of lightning, The Riddler had figured it out. He had already deduced that Batman was Bruce Wayne any longer; the fact that the greatest foe he had ever faced couldn't solve a simple riddle was clue enough. The Riddler considered Bruce Wayne the 2nd smartest man in the world after himself, of course, and deduced that if Lex Luthor (the 3rd smartest man in the world) couldn't find something, it was because the 2nd smartest man in the world had hidden it. But what was it? The Riddler thought and thought, his brow furrowed and his hands folded. Lex Luthor was a man of material means, a man who would look for something that increased his wealth beyond measure. But he had people digging in the ground, he was using a sorceress to guide his workers... none of this made sense for a man like Luthor. 'But,' The lightning came, 'What if it is not Luthor who is looking?' The Riddler leaned forward, the inkling sticking in his head. He hurriedly began researching. He knew Batman was in possession of whatever it was Luthor's companion wanted and he knew it was something arcane. The search was difficult, and arduous, but The Riddler was determined. And, finally, he had found it. "My God..." He muttered to himself, a smile of satisfaction on his face even as he was horrified at the power of the object. It didn't give the holder unimaginable power or great wealth; it wasn't something Luthor would be interested in. He had most assuredly been lied to. No, the object couldn't give power; destroying it, however, would cause unimaginable chaos. THAT is what Luthor's companion wanted. "So it's a portal. A portal to-" The Riddler suddenly stopped, his head cocked as he heard a noise. His eyes closed and his lips tightened. He had anticipated this, that Luthor might have found him, might have figured out that Batman would go to him for help. At least, he hoped it was Luthor. "Hello, Riddler," A voice called out behind the villain. The Riddler grimaced. It was not Luthor. He slowly spun in his chair, his eyebrows lifting as he saw the being in front of him. Not even The Riddler could have guessed who it would be. "I have to admit, I was unable to unwrap the mystery of who you were," The Riddler said. "Even now, I'm surprised it's you." "I had an unfair advantage," The being replied. "I'm not the me of this universe." The Riddler smiled thinly. "Of course," He said. "And which universe might you be from?" "2, 3, 5, 7," The being replied. The Riddler thought for half a moment and then nodded. "I see," He said. The Riddler stood and, smoothing out the riddles in his bright green suit, stood tall and proud. He looked at the cane in his hand and then tossed it to the ground. "Guess I won't be needing this anymore." "No, I imagine you won't," The being said. "At least look on the bright side, Riddler: death is the greatest riddle of all. Now you'll know the answer." The Riddler couldn't voice his agreement. All he could do was scream. Let's Be Batman Pt. 48 Tommy, Barbara Gordon, and Zatanna all looked at each other as they let Tommy's sentence hang in the air of the Batcave. Barbara wore a skeptical expression. Tommy looked confused. And Zatanna looked... well, Zatanna looked as beautiful as she always did. "So a portal that connects our reality to other universes," Barbara said slowly, repeating what Tommy and Zatanna had just told her. "That's... huh," She said. She absent-mindedly chewed on her pen. "That's what she said," Tommy said, shrugging. He had no idea what was going on. "Are you sure that's what she meant?" Barbara asked. "Maybe she made it up to throw you off the scent." Zatanna shook her head. "I don't think so. Bruce and I were pretty... persuasive." Tommy and Zatanna both smirked. Tala had been right; bringing someone to the brink of pleasure and then denying them was a pretty good way to get them to give information. "Okay," Barbara said slowly, still trying to comprehend what they were looking for. "I'll start looking for a portal, I guess." She turned towards Tommy. "Have you seen anything like this anywhere? I guess it would look like... a portal." Tommy thought. 'I wonder if Barbara have ever kissed. That would rule.' Out loud, he said, "...Nope." Zatanna shook her head again. "I haven't either. This type of thing shouldn't be in Gotham. It must have been moved here." Barbara sighed. "If only Bruce were here, he'd..." She trailed off and her eyes went wide when she realized what she'd said. Zatanna looked confused. "What do you mean, Bruce is right here." Tommy and Barbara looked at each other, both afraid to speak. Tommy finally broke the silence. "Funny story about that actually, Zatanna. You see, Bruce needed to go do some secret mission and-" "You're... you're not Bruce?" Zatanna asked softly. She seemed struck dumb. "That means..." "Zatanna, I can expl-" Barbara started to say. "You son of a BITCH!" Zatanna suddenly yelled. She took off her top hat and began to beat Tommy over the head with it, striking him again and again. "Hey!" Tommy said with surprise, shielding himself from Zatanna's assault. He stepped backwards but Zatanna followed him, slapping with both hands on Tommy's head and shoulders. "Zatanna, please!" Barbara said. "Bruce didn't tell any of us!" "Did he tell whoever this is to screw me while pretending to be Bruce?" Zatanna retorted. "Twice?!" This time it was Barbara's turn to look surprised. "He did that?" She asked Zatanna. The magician nodded. "Oh, well then go ahead," Barbara said. Zatanna eagerly complied, striking Tommy again and again. "Bastard!" and "Fucker" were heard over and over again as Zatanna beat Tommy. He was helpless to respond to her violence; he didn't want to hurt her and, more importantly, he didn't want her to hurt him worse than she was already doing. "Please, I can explain!" Tommy finally said as he fell to the floor of the Batcave, one hand held up defensively. "How can you possibly explain your actions?" Zatanna asked him in anger. Looking beyond her, Tommy could see Barbara looking at him skeptically. "Well, it's just that..." Tommy said, "It's just that you're, like, super hot and-" Zatanna began to beat upon Tommy once more, striking him again and again. She reached for her wand and held it out at him menacingly, presumably to turn him into a newt or something worse. "Zatanna, wait," Barbara said, saving Tommy. "He's a horrible person but Bruce is gone. We need someone to be Batman." Zatanna's eyes flashed anger towards Tommy and then looked back with resentment towards Barbara. Slowly, she lowered her wand and put it away. "Fine," She said softly, turning towards Barbara. "But don't let... what is his name?" Barbara thought for a moment, opened her mouth to speak, and then closed it again. Her brow furrowed. "Tommy," Tommy finally said, somewhat annoyed. He'd known Barbara for months and she still didn't know his name. "Oh, right," Barbara said, snapping her fingers. "Whatever your name is," Zatanna said, facing Tommy know, "Stay away from me or I will have a rabbit bite off your dick." Zatanna breathed heavily, her anger slowly subsiding. After a moment, she turned to Barbara. "So... where is Bruce, then? He wouldn't just disappear," Zatanna said. She was starting to get concerned. "I... I don't know," Barbara said. "He and Superman stepped into some sort of portal and... wait!" Barbara turned to Tommy hurriedly. "Didn't you say that Batman and Superman stepped into some kind of portal?" Tommy thought. "Hey... yeah, they did!" He said. Finally, they were getting somewhere. "And where were they?" Barbara asked. "They were in the Batcave," Tommy replied. All three of them began to look around. But there was nothing there. "But... the portal can't be here," Barbara said. "If it was, I'd know about it. I'll bring up the video, maybe it will provide a clue." Barbara typed into the computer. She frowned. "There's no video!" She said with agitation. "It looks like it was deleted." Barbara and Zatanna both frowned at Tommy. "But there is a video that was downloaded at that date, let's see what that... oh that's disgusting." "Oops," Tommy said. They had found his porn. "What is wrong with you?" Barbara and Zatanna both said at once. Tommy shrugged. "So Batman and Superman went through this portal that connects our universe to something else," Zatanna said. "And they didn't want anyone to know about it. That means that-" "-Bruce suspected that someone we trust might be involved," Barbara finished. "We know someone is working with Lex but we don't know who. We asked The Riddler for help, to see if he could solve this little puzzle." "Has he gotten anywhere?" Zatanna asked. "We're not..." Tommy began, before Zatanna's angry eyes stopped his speech. "We're not sure," Barbara continued. "We haven't heard from him in a few days. Batman, go-" "Tommy," Zatanna corrected. "He's no Batman." She glared at Tommy. "Go to The Riddler's hideout and see what he's found," Barbara told Tommy. Tommy nodded and picked himself up off the ground. "I'm going to check a few things, see if I can't find out about this portal," Zatanna said. She picked her hat off the ground and dusted it off. She put it on her head and headed towards the exit. "Zatanna," Barbara called after her. "Bruce didn't tell anyone where he was going and made this idiot his replacement for a reason. I hope you'll keep this between us." Zatanna thought for a moment and then softened. "I'll do it for Bruce," She said. Then she hardened again and gave Tommy one last glare. "And I hope he comes back soon." She turned and left. After she had gone, Barbara shook her head at Tommy. "You really are a horrible person," She told him. "Yeah," Tommy agreed. *** The next night, Tommy was on his way to see The Riddler. Barbara hoped he might have an insight into where they could find this portal, or possibly why exactly Lex Luthor wanted it, or who was working with Luthor, or... anything really. 'Fuck, this shit is so confusing,' Tommy thought. While Tommy made his way across Gotham, he thought about the previous night's events. For once, he wasn't thinking about the sex part. No, Tommy did feel a little guilty about what had happened with Zatanna. He had slept with a lot of women under false pretenses (a LOT of women), but Zatanna was likely the only one that thought he was Bruce Wayne. It made the betrayal more severe, more personal, and he was genuinely sorry once he saw how upset the truth had made her. He absolutely would do it again, obviously, but he still felt bad about it. In truth, the thing Tommy missed most about Black Canary was... well, it was her ass, but the thing he missed second most was the fact that when he was with her he was Tommy, not Batman. The other people in his life couldn't even remember his actual name (thanks, Barbara) and, more importantly, didn't care to. Nobody liked him for him. The only person they cared about was- "Batman!" A booming voice filled the air and a bright light filled Tommy's vision. He had been passing by the outskirts of Archie Goodwin International Airport so at first Tommy thought it was an airplane, but as his eyes adjusted to the light he realized that the shape was all wrong. It wasn't an airplane, it was... a portal. 'Another Goddamn portal,' Tommy thought. Tommy thought for a moment that this might be THE portal, suddenly and fortuitously opening up directly in front of him, but he soon realized that this portal was too small to be the one Tala had described. This portal was human-sized, glowing blue, and some sort of creature was emerging from it. Though the light of the portal was blurring Tommy's vision, he was able to tell that the creature was wearing a long, flowing robe. It looked like the alien had a boxy head but Tommy realized it was wearing a hat. It looked human, although Tommy doubted that it was. "Batman! Come forth!" The alien yelled. Its arms extended out, as if it was greeting a crowd of thousands. Tommy cautiously stepped forward, unsure of what exactly was going on. Tommy neared the ship, slowly making out the figure standing before him. It was a woman, middle-aged, with black lips and high, arching eyebrows. She looked like the pope, or at least a cardinal. The alien woman held her arms high, speaking in a grand voice. Tommy looked behind him, expecting to see an audience. 'Nope, just me,' Tommy thought. Aloud, he said, "...Yeah? What can I do for you?" "Batman, it my great pleasure to introduce to you the Mighty Warrior, the Pride of The Pisces Constellation, the Savior of the Seventh Realm, The-" "Tell him something about how beautiful I am," Came a whisper from beyond the portal. Sazu looked behind her and nodded. "The... the Beauty of... The Unsurpassed Beauty, the Bright Star of this or any universe, The Queen of Almerac, I-" "More about my beauty, Sazu!" The whisper came again. "He needs to be impressed." Sazu, the herald, sighed. She looked up, probing her imagination. "The... Glori... The Bodacious... (sigh)... The Great Maxima!" Sazu, the herald, turned towards the portal and began clapping fervently. Through the portal stepped the glorious, bodacious, awe-inspiring Maxima. "A pleasure, Batman," Maxima said, her hands on her hips and striking a regal pose. Her chin was high and her chest was puffed out. The queen of Almerac was indeed beautiful, a fact that Tommy picked up on immediately. Maxima was tall and grand, her thick red hair flowing softly in the breeze. She wore a green cape that went to her knees and not much else: a green breastplate covered her ample chest and green panties covered her sensitive areas, along with a few accessories. She wore bright gold earrings that matched her bright gold boots. Green gloves covered her hands. Her lack of clothes contrasted with her assistant's head-to-toe garb. "Jesus Fuck," Tommy muttered to himself. He had totally forgotten about The Riddler, the portal or his name; now all he could think about was Maxima's huge tits and tight body. He absent-mindedly adjusted his dick beneath his suit. "Batman," Sazu began, "The Great Maxima has seen fit to grant you a rare opportunity! As you may be aware, the mighty planet Almerac has for generations provided the universe the finest crop of warriors anyone has ever seen, culminating in our queen." Maxima raised her head higher at these words. Tommy wondered if these two had rehearsed this little spiel. "Hoping to bring Almeracian bloodlines to even greater heights, our ingenious Queen Maxima tested every Almeracian man in hopes of finding a mate. Alas, none of them matched up to the impossibly high standards of our mighty, spectacular, wondrous, no-" "Ahem," Maxima said. She glared at Sazu, who flinched slightly in response. The herald continued. "Our queen then turned her eyes to the stars, in her infinite wisdom hoping that we might find someone that is worthy of her awesome love. And, turning to Earth, our magnificent, sensational queen found a man worthy of her..." Tommy's ears perked up. "Superman," Sazu finished. "But, alas, he is nowhere to be found. So, Maxima turned to Earth's second mightiest hero..." Tommy smiled slightly. "Captain Marvel," Sazu finished. Tommy slumped. "But his background makes him...ill-suited for this sort of thing. And on and on Maxima continued, beseeching hero after hero in her search for a mate. And, once all the worthwhile ones had been vetted, Maxima thought of giving up. But, finally, she decided to make one last venture towards a final Earth hero: you." "...Huh?" Tommy asked. This story was getting a little long and to be honest he had stopped paying attention. Sazu tried to clarify. "What I am trying to say is that the astonishing, fascinating... astounding... did I say awe-inspiring already...?" Maxima groaned and pushed her subordinate to the side. "I want your seed," Maxima told Tommy. "You want my... you want my cum?" Tommy asked. Maxima had indeed astonished him. "Yes," Maxima said. "You are not worthy of becoming my husband, quite obviously. You don't even have any powers! Gods forbid I took you back to Almerac, they'd revolt on the spot. But you do have a certain cleverness about you and I think I can combine that with my everything else to create a formidable heir that will rule Almerac for a thousand centuries!" Maxima raised her fist triumphantly at her final words. Tommy took in Maxima's words. He was half-offended, half-excited. The idea that he wasn't worthy of being her husband took him aback (even without powers he was better than some chucklefuck like Aquaman) but, on the other hand, fucking Maxima without any strings attached was just what he was looking for. "But if I'm not worthy of being your husband, why do you want my cum?" Tommy couldn't help but ask. Sazu took a deep breath and began to orate once more. "Our might queen Maxima, in her boundless and awesome foresight, can see tha-" "Look, I just need someone's seed, alright?" Maxima said with exasperation. "My people are expecting me to come back to Almerac with a husband or at least an heir. Everyone else on this worthless planet has turned me down. You're going to give me your seed and you're going to like it, okay?" Maxima seemed to grow taller as she got angrier and angrier. Clearly this trip hadn't gone as she hoped. Tommy thought for a moment. 'Eh, what the Hell...' "I'll do it," He said. Maxima and Sazu both smiled widely. "Huzzah!" Sazu yelled triumphantly. "About time," Maxima said, relieved. "So," Tommy said, somewhat eager to get started, "Do we need to find a more private place to do this or...?" The two women didn't respond. Instead, the herald Sazu held out a small cup. Tommy's face fell and he looked at it with confusion. "What's this?" He asked, holding the cup up to his face. "It's a receptacle for your seed," Sazu explained. "...What?" Tommy asked. "Cum in that," Maxima ordered. "My scientists will configure your seed and my egg in a proper distribution of genes to ensure the best possible heir for my people." "Oh," Tommy said softly. He was profoundly disappointed. "I guess I'll fill this up then." "Yes, do what you have to do," Maxima said, waving her hand dismissively. She was barely paying attention. Tommy turned slightly and dropped to his knees. He pulled out his (once firmly erect, now softening) cock and began to tug on it. He tried to clear his mind of everything except Maxima's tits. It was hard, though, with Sazu and Maxima talking nearby. "Your majesty," Sazu said to her queen, "The Earthling appears to have some sort of abnormality on his... oh my..." Tommy looked and could see Sazu's face reddening. He noticed that she was looking directly at his cock. "What?" Maxima said, disinterested. She did a small double-take when she saw Tommy's cock but otherwise continued to tap her foot impatiently, waiting for Tommy to cum. Even his cock wasn't enough to make her think him an equal. Tommy jerked his dick quickly, trying to imagine himself with Maxima. She was on her knees in front of him, greedily sucking his dick. "You are the greatest hero I've ever seen!" Maxima moaned between swallows of Tommy's dick. Tommy would pull his dick out and sandwich it between her amazing tits. Maxima would moan, almost cumming just from the power of Tommy's cock. Tommy could feel himself getting ready to cum and he imagined pulling his dick from between Maxima's tits and shooting his load all over her fa- "Are you done?" Maxima asked impatiently. Tommy's illusion was shattered and he could feel his orgasm slipping away. He groaned. "Do you mind?" Tommy said, somewhat annoyed. He was doing her a favor, after all. Maxima huffed and began to tap her foot louder. Tommy closed his eyes again and tried to use his imagination once more. He imagined himself fucking Maxima. He'd have her on her back, fucking deep inside her. She'd moan and play with her tits while he pumped inside her again and again. Finally he'd cum, moving himself so that his seed shot all over her face. She'd beg for more, greedily swallowing what little she could get in her mou- "God, this is taking forever," Maxima pouted. "I bet Superman wouldn't have taken this long." Tommy furiously jerked his dick and then stopped in frustration. This wasn't going to work. "Why are you stopping?" Maxima asked contemptuously. "You need to cum now!" "Look, I'm trying but it's not working," Tommy growled back. "It'd be a lot easier if you two weren't yapping so much." Sazu recoiled in fear; Tommy didn't think anyone talked to Maxima like had just done. Maxima looked at him angrily and then, suddenly, surprised Tommy. She dropped to her knees beside him and began jerking his dick. "Your majesty!" Sazu yelled in horror. "You can't touch this commoner's cock!" "Shut up, Sazu," Maxima said annoyedly. "We need some seed, don't we? Unless you can think of a better way..." "No, no, this might work," Tommy said. He fell back onto his ass, both hands resting behind him on the tarmac. He placed the cup beside himself and relaxed. Maxima quickly jerked Tommy's dick, pausing only to deposit a small amount of spit on his head. She rolled her hand along the top, getting it slick with spit, and then firmly grasped Tommy's dick and began jerking it once more. "Fuck that feels good," Tommy moaned. He half-opened his eyes and watched Maxima jerk his cock, her tits bouncing with every motion of her hand. She was looking down, seemingly concentrating. Her mouth was open slightly and Tommy could see her tongue just barely sticking out. Beyond her, Sazu was standing somewhat disturbed. The priestess (or whatever she was) had her arms crossed and she turned to the side, seemingly so that she couldn't see how her queen was debasing herself. Tommy noticed that she hadn't turned away completely, though, and Sazu's eyes were glued to Tommy's dick. She glanced up and saw Tommy looking at her, scowled, and turned completely away. Tommy smiled and raised his hips off the ground, trying to will himself to cum. "Are you going to cum yet?" Maxima asked. She switched hands, giving her left hand a long lick before she began stroking Tommy's cock. "Just keep jerking," Tommy said. He was legitimately trying to cum but it was difficult; he had already come close but was interrupted twice and his body had seemingly resigned itself to the fact that it wasn't going to cum. Tommy could feel his balls aching and his cock quivering but, try as he might, he couldn't feel himself ready to cum. He relaxed his hips and sunk into the tarmac a little bit as he felt Maxima jerking ineffectually on his rod. Let's Be Batman Pt. 48 "Still nothing?" Maxima asked. Her face was full of irritation. "Maybe if you take off your top," Tommy said helpfully. Maxima glared at him and then reached behind herself and undid a clip. The green armor and cape came forward and off Maxima, revealing her large breasts. Tommy stared in wonder at them, noticing that Maxima's nipples were hard. 'I guess she's enjoying this,' Tommy thought. He felt his dick come slightly alive at the thought. Maxima returned her hand to Tommy's cock, spitting directly onto it before stroking his cock fervently with her hand. Tommy watched her lively breasts bounce as her hand moved quickly on his cock, her hand gripping it loosely as she descended along his shaft before gripping it tightly on her way back up. It felt like she was trying to squeeze Tommy's cum out of his dick. And it seemed to be working. Tommy was fixated on Maxima's tits as she looked down at his cock, occasionally depositing a small dollop of spit on the tip of his cock with her mouth. Tommy's hips ached once more as he strained to cum. He wasn't thinking about anything now, just Maxima's tits, bouncing gloriously just a foot or so from his face. He focused on them, watching them heave like a wave. He could imagine his cum splattering all over them, white splatters painting her body. He was so clo- "Don't forget, you need to cum in the cup," Maxima said. Tommy felt his orgasm fall away and reality come crashing around him. "The what?" He said with a pained voice. "The cup!" She said aggressively to him. "I'm not doing this for fun." "Okay," Tommy said. He fell back to the tarmac defeatedly. "Oh come on!" Maxima said. "Are you still not going to cum?" "Maybe..." Tommy began. "Maybe if you use your mouth." Sazu's eyes raised in horror. "Absolutely not, the queen of Almerac will not su-" "Ugh, fine," Maxima said, cutting off her advisor and dropping her head down to Tommy's groin. She surprised Tommy by taking him all in her mouth in one fell swoop, not wasting any time before she began bobbing aggressively on his cock. Tommy groaned and sank into the tarmac, a hand instinctively going to the top of Maxima's head. "My Lady!" Sazu yelled out. "This simply will not sta-" "Shut UP, Sazu!" Tommy lashed out, silencing the herald. He wasn't about to let her get in the way of a royal blowjob like this. Maxima was surprisingly good at giving head; Tommy figured a preening queen like her would be unaccustomed to giving a blowjob. 'Unless she does it because she enjoys it,' Tommy thought. His dick twitched in Maxima's mouth as it touched the back of her throat. Maxima moaned unconsciously on Tommy's dick as she blew him, her lips clasped tight around his engorged member. Tommy watched her go down on him, his dick disappearing repeatedly inside her mouth. She was sloppy and unrefined, not at all like how you'd expect a queen to suck cock. Tommy sighed and leaned backwards, staring up at the Heavens as Maxima blew him. He faintly wondered if one of the stars in the sky was Maxima's planet. Mostly, though, he just savored the feeling of Maxima's mouth around his dick and her breasts against his thighs. As Tommy lied back with his eyes closed, he heard Maxima murmur around his cock. He picked his head up and looked down at her. She was looking back at him, her lips still wrapped around his cock. "Arrrrr yooosh gummmm mmpmph?" Maxima said to Tommy, her mouth still full of his cock. "What?" Tommy asked. He didn't understand a word of that. Maxima rolled her eyes and pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth. "Are you going to cum?" She asked. Tommy shrugged. "I mean, maybe," He said. He honestly wasn't sure if he ever would cum again. He had come so close so many times, only to have his hopes dashed, that his dick felt rubbery and defiant. Maxima sat up, her hands on her knees. She pouted slightly. Tommy didn't think she expected this to take so long; in the back of his mind he thought that Maxima had either underestimated him or overestimated her abilities. Maxima sat there, clearly perturbed, before finally throwing up her hands and seemingly admitting defeat. "Well," She said, "You're just going to have to fuck me." "What?!" Sazu yelled. "Okay," Tommy said eagerly. Maxima was surprised as Tommy lifted himself up and pushed her backwards so that she was lying on her back. Eagerly, Tommy slid himself between Maxima's powerful legs and spread them apart. He slipped her panties to the side and thrust himself inside her. "Oh my," Sazu cried out, her hand to her cheek. Neither Tommy nor Maxima paid her any mind now; they were both a little preoccupied. "You're really wet," Tommy muttered to Maxima as he began to thrust. "Just shut up and... fuck," Maxima sneered before throwing her head back as Tommy began to drill her. Her hands instinctively shot to her breasts, holding them in place. Tommy rocked himself inside Maxima, his thick dick easily sliding inside her pussy. He shoved himself deep, causing Maxima to cry out. It was almost a whimper and, for the first time, Tommy saw Maxima show a small amount of weakness. It quickly disappeared, though, and Maxima's impetuousness reared its head once more. "You should... unh... count yourself lucky," Maxima told Tommy while he pumped inside her. "Hardly anyone has been granted this gift..." 'Doesn't feel like it,' Tommy thought. He began to plunge himself inside Maxima quickly now, holding himself up with his hands while he pistoned inside her. Maxima, lying on her back, had her legs spread to her sides. It allowed Tommy full access to her pussy and he took advantage of every inch. The sounds of Tommy thumping inside Maxima resonated in the air, as did her low moans. Tommy glanced to the side and saw Sazu standing there, still horrified by the proceedings. Her cheeks were flushed, though, and Tommy couldn't help but notice that Sazu's right hand had disappeared underneath her billowing robe. Tommy smiled and turned his attention back to Maxima. "Guess I'm not quite as weak as you thought," Tommy told Maxima, his dick entering deep inside her. "Mmmhmm," Maxima moaned back. "I'm going to... oh!... I'm going to have to have to... oh fuck!" Maxima's words were lost to almost a pitiable moan, her face clenching tight as she took in Tommy's big cock. Tommy was sweating, holding himself up while he pounded Maxima's pussy. The great queen underneath him was moaning harshly with every thrust, seemingly barely able to handle what she was feeling inside. Tommy could barely handle the feeling inside him, as well; he was too distracted by Maxima's long red nails sliding over her erect nipples to realize it, but he was about to cum. Maxima seemed to notice, though, as difficult as it was through the fog of her own sensations. She called out to Sazu, ordering her to get the cup. "Sazu, grab the cup!" Maxima cried out. "We need his cum!" The cup was still lying on the tarmac, sitting out of their reach. Both of them had forgotten about it until now. Sazu didn't respond. Maxima craned her head to find her associate and was shocked at what she saw. "Sazu!" Maxima shouted. Sazu had her eyes closed and was biting her lip, her hand moving swiftly underneath her robe. "Sazu, stop masturbating and get-" But it was too late. Tommy had come close to cumming 3 times in quick succession and each time his balls had created more semen in the expectation that he would cum. His oversized load was impossible to contain and, despite his best efforts, Tommy began to shoot his seed deep inside Maxima's pussy. "NO!!!" Maxima yelled, trying to push Tommy away from her. "You can't cum inside me, you idiot!" But cum inside her Tommy did, stream after stream of cum lining Maxima's walls. Tommy groaned and tilted his head back, his groan mixing with Sazu's moan (her hand was still furious under her robe) and Maxima's shouts. Tommy shoved himself inside Maxima one last time, causing her to jump, and felt the last spill of his seed shoot forth from his cock. Tommy gingerly pulled his dick out of Maxima, bringing with it a healthy amount of his cum. It spilled out of Maxima's pussy and fell down her ass to the tarmac below. Maxima shoved Tommy away from her angrily. "You MORON," She shouted with special emphasis on the last word. "We needed to carefully combine our genes to create the best possible heir! If I get pregnant like this, Almerac is doomed!" "Oops," Tommy replied. He leaned back lazily on the tarmac of the airport. He didn't particularly worry about Maxima's threat, knowing by now that her bark was worse than her bite. He didn't particularly worry about anything right now, really; he had just shot a huge load in an alien queen. As far as he was concerned, everything was fine. Maxima got up from the ground and hurriedly placed her armor back on. A line of Tommy's cum was running down her leg and she wiped at it in frustration before turning to her herald in anger. "And where were you?" She asked Sazu angrily. "THE ONE TIME I need you and you've got your finger in your pussy." "My sincere apologies, your majesty," Sazu said quickly, her face still fully flushed. "I don't know what came over me bu-" "Oh save it," Maxima said, walking past Sazu dismissively. She opened up a portal and, before stepping through it, looked back at Tommy one final time. "I hate this planet," She said before stepping through the portal. Sazu followed, her head bowed low. And then they were gone. Tommy watched them go and then laid his head back on the tarmac. "Yep, everything's just fine," He muttered to himself. *** "Everything's fucked," Tommy said to Barbara through his comm. "The Riddler's hideout is completely destroyed and he's... he's..." "Is he dead?" Barbara asked. "I think so," Tommy replied. "What do you mean, you think so?" Barbara said. "He's either dead or he's not." "Well..." Tommy began. "I mean, I'm not exactly sure it's him. There's a body but the head's kind of a..." "A what?" Barbara asked irritably. "A paste," Tommy said finally." "A... paste?" Barbara's voice turned from anger to confusion. "Yeah, a paste," Tommy said. "Like someone punched his head into paste." "Well... Jesus," Barbara said. Tommy hadn't heard her so thrown off before. "Lex Luthor couldn't do that. Someone else must have. But who?" Through the comm, Tommy replied. "Bluuuuugghhhh!!!" Tommy sounded as he vomited. He barely missed The Riddler's body, his sticky brown vomit landing next to the gooey pink remnants of The Riddler's head. "Ugh, that's disgusting," Tommy moaned, wiping his mouth. "Look, you need to look for evidence," Barbara tried to get through to Tommy. "The Riddler must have found something. He was smart, and careful. He would have left something in the event he was..." "Pasted," Tommy finished. He wiped his mouth and began to search the room, being careful not to look at the Riddler's remains. "Let's see, let's see," Tommy muttered. The room was small, desolate, and immaculate. The Riddler, even when holed up for weeks at a time, still kept his room spotless. Tommy looked high and low but he couldn't see anything. The Riddler's computer was gone, the cords still plugged into the wall. Some were frayed, as if they had been ripped out. Batman was the World's Greatest Detective. Given a crime scene like this, he would have logically and carefully combed through the small room until he had found the evidence he had needed. He would have noticed that the Riddler had actually left a great clue. It wasn't even a clue, really; for one time in his life, The Riddler had directly stated something instead of making it a riddle. On the floor, with his own fingernails, The Riddler had managed to scratch out the name of his attacker with his fingernail right before he had died. But Batman wasn't Batman. Batman was Tommy. And the final clue over who was working with Lex Luthor, and who had killed The Riddler, was obscured by Tommy's own vomit. Tommy sighed, gave up, and left. Let's Be Batman Pt. 49 Lex Luthor's brow was furrowed in concentration, bent over his desk while he pored over the information taken from The Riddler. The being that killed The Riddler, meanwhile, waited impatiently for Luthor to finish. They tapped their foot, unknowingly putting a dent in Lex Luthor's floor. "So The Calculator was right, after all," Luthor said finally, stretching his neck and rubbing the back of it with his hand. He leaned back in his chair. "Batman WAS Bruce Wayne." "But not anymore," The being pointed out. "Right," Luthor said. "Now it's this other guy, who isn't a genius and martial arts experts but is mostly just..." "An idiot," The being finished. "A very horny idiot, apparently. Did he come across that way to you when you met him?" Luthor asked. "I'm trying to figure out how long ago Batman was replaced." The being thought for a moment. "Definitely, but I was... a little out of sorts when we met," The being said finally. "Hmm..." Luthor thought some more. He began to chuckle softly and smacked himself upside the head. "I've spent months playing 8th dimensional chess with a man who probably doesn't know the names of the pieces," Luthor said, laughing openly now. "Well, that simplifies things." "How?" The being said. "We still don't know where the portal is and can assume that this moron doesn't know either. The only man who might know is the real Batman and no one knows where he is." The being walked closer to Luthor, leaning over his desk. "You're running out of time, Luthor. The real Batman might come back at any moment, and there's always the chance Superman breaks out of the universe I left him in..." Luthor flinched at the mention of his archrival's name. He tried to play it off. "We're fine," He told his companion. "Now that we know our foe, we know just how to beat him. He's not a hero, he's just some nobody. Everything's becoming clear." "So what do we do first?" The being asked. Luthor was already picking up the phone. "First, we understand his weakness. In this Batman's case, it's apparently that he likes to, to put it delicately, 'fuck' metahumans. We can use that information to isolate him. He's only surviving because of his contacts and infrastructure. Take that away and he'll become scared and alone." "And then?" The being looked skeptical. "Then, we give him a friend," Luthor said with a smile. "We give him you." "I thought I was supposed to stay away from him so I don't blow my true identity," The being pointed out. "That was when we thought Batman was someone we had to worry about," Luthor replied. The Being stood up. "I guess I'll go introduce myself then," She said. Luthor wasn't listening. Someone had answered the other end of Luthor's phone. "Yes, this is Lex Luthor," The criminal mastermind began. "I have some information that I think you and your Injustice Society would be very interested in." *** In the Justice League Watchtower, an alarm began to sound. Only one person was there to answer it. Cyborg, the newest member of the Justice League, was quickly and efficiently handling the situation. Two metahumans had been flagged in Gotham City. One was The Fiddler, a relatively low-level member of the Injustice Society. The other was unknown. Cyborg frowned. The Justice League had left just minutes because the Injustice Society was causing havoc in Starling City; why were (presumably) two of their members in Gotham City? Something seemed off. But Cyborg knew his protocol backwards and forwards and he followed it to the letter. Fortuitously, Batman had been left out of the Justice League's call (the League rotated response duties to prevent their home cities from being neglected) and Cyborg sent an alert to Batman about the situation. Then, Cyborg alerted the back-up team to assist Batman with The Fiddler and the other villain. Batman didn't really need it; he could undoubtedly defeat The Fiddler on his own. Cyborg, though, knew that Batman would want protocol followed since he was the one who wrote them. The back-up team arrived and Cyborg quickly informed them of the situation. The heroes eagerly listened, obviously excited to be going on a real mission with Batman of all people. Cyborg gave them Batman's coordinates and sent them on their way. An hour later, the Justice League returned. Cyborg was prepared for them, having readied the medical room and debriefing center. Wonder Woman stopped by Cyborg's station to fill him in on the situation. "It was relatively easy," Wonder Woman said simply. She didn't seem all that thrilled by it. "They tried to steal the Freedom Train but we were able to apprehend them without too much trouble." "Who was there?" Cyborg asked. Wonder Woman thought for a moment. "Wizard, obviously, and then Gambler, Per Degaton, and Vandal Savage." Cyborg nodded. "Huh," He said softly. "It's funny, The Fiddler and an unknown member of the Injustice Society are currently in Gotham." "It's probably Brainwave," Wonder Woman informed Cyborg. "He was the only other member not in Starling City." "Okay," Cyborg said. He turned back to his computer. "Anyway, I sent out the back-up team to handle it." "Alright," Wonder Woman said as she turned towards the door. As she was leaving she asked, "Who's leading the back-up team?" "Batman was on call," Cyborg responded. Wonder Woman stopped dead in her tracks, one foot raised off the ground. She walked backwards back to Cyborg's desk. "Cyborg," She asked softly, "Who is Batman leading?" Cyborg looked up and saw the sternness of Wonder Woman's face. He stiffened up and began to cite protocol. "Well, Wonder Woman, as per guidelines 432.6-" Wonder Woman interrupted him. "I'm not testing you, Cyborg. Who is Batman leading?" Cyborg suddenly felt very uncertain. "Well, given the situation, the protocol called for-" "WHO. IS. BATMAN. LEADING?" Wonder Woman asked, her tone making Cyborg jump. "Umm... Rocket, Bumblebee, Artemis, and Wonder Gi-" Wonder Woman was already headed towards the exit. The rest of the Justice League was just entering, some of them favoring limbs while others applied bandages. Aquaman, Green Arrow, Hawkgirl, Icon, and the Atom all looked wearily at their mission leader. "Let's go," Wonder Woman said, walking through them. "Where are we going?" Icon asked irritably. He had taken a nasty bump. "There's more Injustice Society members in Gotham," Wonder Woman replied without missing a step. "Can't Batman take care of all of them?" Green Arrow wondered as he favored his knee. "That's what I'm worried about," Wonder Woman said under her breath. The rest of the Justice League watched Wonder Woman walk past. They looked at each other, shrugged, and then followed their leader towards the teleportation pods. Cyborg turned back to his computer, somewhat shaken and a little bewildered by Wonder Woman's behavior. He was so shaken that he forgot to relay that Brainwave was likely The Fiddler's companion to Batman and his team. *** An hour earlier... Tommy waited across from Finger Concert Hall for his back-up to arrive. He wondered who would come; in the back of his mind he hoped it was Wonder Woman, although in the front of his mind he remembered that she was as likely to kill him as fuck him at this point. Maybe Vixen, or Hawkgirl, or someone new that Tommy hadn't even met yet... 'Just not Aquaman,' Tommy thought. Tommy tapped his foot impatiently. Finally, he clicked on his comm and tried to raise Barbara Gordon. "Hey, Barbara," Tommy said. There was a pause and then she clicked on. "You know, at some point we're going to have to come up with a code name for me," Barbara said. "I don't know if I want my name being broadcast over Gotham." "I think you're fine, Barb,. Not like anyone can break into your comm system anyway," Tommy said, smiling to himself. There was silence on the other end to indicate that Barbara wasn't laughing. "So what do you know about The Fiddler?" Tommy asked, changing the subject. Tommy bet with himself that a villain named "The Fiddler" was going to be incredibly lame. "He plays a high-tech fiddle," Barbara began. 'Yep, incredibly lame,' Tommy thought. "Be careful," Barbara said quickly, knowing Tommy would be skeptical. "He can control minds with that thing. He can also shoot sonic blasts. He's a formidable opponent." "Oh okay," Tommy said sarcastically. "I'll be sure to watch out for the fiddle guy. Hey, by the way: are you at the Batcave? If you are, can you do me a solid and clean up a little? I think Alfred is going to kill me if he has to pick up my shit one more time." "Sorry, Batman," Barbara said, "I'm at my new headquarters." "Oh yeah? Where's that?" Tommy asked. There was a pause in Barbara's voice. "The clocktower," She said slowly. "I mean, Canary's not using it and it's a good spot so-" "It's fine," Tommy said. Then he thought for a moment. "Wait, how do you get up there? I didn't think there was an elevator..." "There is," Barbara said, sounding annoyed, "And you're an asshole." She clicked off. "Whoops," Tommy said to himself. He peered back towards the concert hall when he heard the familiar sound of someone flying through the air. It was unmistakable and Tommy knew who it was instantly. He smiled and spoke as he turned around. "Well hey there Wonder Wo... oh," He said softly. It was not Wonder Woman. It wasn't any of the Justice League. No, Tommy was surprised to find that his back-up was 4 young women from the Young Justice team. Tommy had read about them in Batman's files, of course, as each file was replete with favored tactics, personality profiles, training schedules, and weaknesses. What they didn't tell Tommy, however, was how hot they were. The one closest to Tommy was a lissome archer dressed in all green. She had blonde hair but a darker complexion, most likely the result of a delightful mixing of disparate races. The heroine had a small smile on her lips and a bow in her hand. She wore a tighter-than-skintight two-piece green costume that seemed almost graphic to Tommy. The top was a midriff tank top that exposed her impressive abs and toned arms. An arrow pointing down was emblazoned on the front. A strap ran between her breasts as it held her quiver on; it accentuated her perky breasts. A mask that covered her face was connected to her top and a puffy blonde ponytail flowed behind her. Tommy knew her as Artemis. She had impressed many by infiltrating a supervillain cell the year prior. Next to the archer was a taller, broad-shouldered woman referred to as Rocket. She had short black hair that was partially covered by a mask that covered only the sides of her head and left her face exposed. The heroine wore a brown jumpsuit that was baggy on the top but hugged tightly to her legs. A large belt wrapped around her with two straps wrapping around her legs. This effectively formed a "V" that brought the eye straight to her vagina, something Tommy was not able to resist. As he followed the heroine up, Tommy could see that she wore a thick purple shirt that tried and failed to hide her impressive chest. Besides Rocket, a smaller, bubbly young woman was beaming at Batman. The effervescent girl, named Bumblebee, was dressed like a, well, bumblebee. She had 4 large wings on her back that flickered and died as she hit the ground. Bumblebee's costume was tight and alternated yellow and black. It hugged her frame, her shorter stature serving to accentuate her curves. Her face was bare except for a thin domino mask on her face. Her hair was put into two bunches on each side of her head. And then there was Wonder Girl, the youngest of the group at 18 but also the strongest. Tommy hadn't quite been wrong when he guessed that Wonder Woman was there; Wonder Girl moved much the same way as her mentor did. But while Wonder Woman's movements were an act of controlled aggression, Wonder Girl moved with a boundless enthusiasm at having just so much power at her disposal. The blonde was dressed casually in a black tank top (adorned with the Wonder Woman logo, of course) and red track pants, but it just served to highlight just how sexy she was. She stood confidently, assuredly, and asked Tommy what to do next. Tommy didn't hear her, of course. He was too busy gawking at the 4 heroines who had just dropped into his lap to pay attention to them talking. Wonder Girl looked at her 3 compatriots in confusion and then spoke again, louder but slightly more unsure of herself this time. "Um... Batman? We were sent to help you." Tommy suddenly became aware that he was slack-jawed and quickly tried to recover. "Oh! Um... good," He said, trying his best to sound in charge. "You've all been briefed?" "Oh, you bet!" Bumblebee said enthusiastically. "We're ready to roll, sir!" Artemis rolled her eyes at Bumblebee's enthusiasm. Tommy nodded in approval. "Okay, so we know we're going against The Fiddler and an unnamed accomplice. We know what The Fiddler can do with his little... uh..." Tommy mimed the action of playing the instrument. "Fiddle?" Wonder Girl said helpfully. "Yeah, fiddle," Tommy said. "What do you think our plan of action should be?" Artemis spoke up first. "Just let me slink in there and I can put an arrow in The Fiddler before he even knows I'm there." "I can shrink down and subdue The Fiddler, NOT kill him," Bumblebee said, pointing her second remark towards Artemis. "One sting and he's out like a light." "Why not just go through the front door?" Wonder Girl said, cracking her knuckles. "I don't think The Fiddler and his friend can do anything against all of us." Rocket hadn't spoken yet. Tommy asked her, "What would you do?" Rocket shrugged and replied, "Whatever you want me to do, Batman." Tommy smiled. "Sounds like the smartest plan I've heard yet." The other 3 girls slumped slightly, realizing they had failed their test. Tommy began to lay out orders. "Rocket, fly Artemis through the roof and the two of you work your way down. Artemis, prepare a shot but don't take it until I give the order. Bumblebee, get small and try to figure out who The Fiddler's accomplice is. Wonder Girl, you and I go through the front." The girls all smiled and got ready for action. Tommy smiled, too; he felt like a real leader. He wasn't quite sure if all leaders had erections when they gave out orders but that wasn't a huge concern. The group all headed off for battle. *** Far off in the distance, a lone figure watched them with its superpowered vision. The being saw them take off towards the concert hall. Satisfied that Luthor's plan was working so far, the being took off into the sky. Batman had a friend that they wanted to meet. *** Tommy and Wonder Girl crept into the concert hall, entering the grand lobby cautiously. Tommy let Wonder Girl take the lead; it might be considered cowardly but Tommy figured that he couldn't bring the place down with his bare hands so he let the girl lead. Tommy followed Wonder Girl closely but not too closely. He was aware that he was on an official Justice League mission and was determined to be on his best behavior. He couldn't afford to make another mistake like he had with Zatanna. Besides, these heroines seemed to look up to him. Tommy, for all his faults, didn't exactly want to betray that. Still, Tommy's eyes were glued to Wonder Girl's perky ass. He couldn't see a panty line and he wondered if she was wearing a thong. "Batman," Wonder Girl began to say uncertainly, "I just wanted to say that I'm very honored to get to work with you." "Uh-huh," Tommy replied, taking in how Wonder Girl's shirt rided up just a little when she leaned forward. Wonder Girl continued, quickly. Tommy realized that she had prepared this speech. "I know you're in charge of recruitment for the Justice League and I hope I will be considered one of these days because I think I'm very qualified. I mean I know I'm only 18 but I still think tha-" "Wonder Girl," Tommy said softly, finally taking his eyes off her ass, "Let's just focus on the mission, okay? Doesn't do any good to convince me to let you join the team if I get killed." Wonder Girl looked behind her and smiled. "Okay," She said. The two continued through the lobby and came to a set of grand doors. Quickly, the two slipped inside. They came into the hall proper, a vast and opulent room with row after row of seats. To his left and right, Tommy could see at least 2 balconies above. He wondered just how many seats were in this place. Tommy and Wonder Girl were crouched behind the last row of seats when they suddenly began to hear music being played. Tommy glanced over the seat to see someone sitting on a chair in the center of the massive stage. The Fiddler played a slow dirge on the fiddle, holding each note painfully long. Tommy and Wonder Girl listened for a moment and then Tommy whispered to the younger heroine. "Does Artemis carry explosive arrows?" Tommy asked. Wonder Girl nodded. Tommy gave out his instructions, being very clear that the 3 heroines weren't too expose themselves until Tommy said so. Wonder Girl began to repeat Tommy's orders over her comm when Tommy crabwalked to the end of the row and down the aisle towards the stage. Tommy was halfway down the aisle when suddenly he heard the music stop. "Is that you, Batman?" The Fiddler called out. Tommy guessed that The Fiddler knew he was there but didn't quite know where he was yet. He hoped to keep that a secret for a little while longer. "You know, you've made some pretty powerful enemies, Batman," The Fiddler yelled out. "I've not heard someone quite so desirous to see someone else dead in a long time. You should honestly feel proud that you've made someone as angry as you've made Lex Luthor." Tommy smiled grimly. 'Of course it's Luthor,' He thought. Tommy glanced up into the balcony across from him and saw Artemis in position. Looking up, he could see that Rocket was close by. Tommy just hoped that she was close enough. Tommy suddenly stood up, exposing himself to The Fiddler. "I didn't know they let fiddle players play in such nice concert halls," He said. Tommy hoped that was insulting; in all honesty, he didn't know the first thing about classical music. The Fiddler made an angry face, showing Tommy that he had hit a sore spot. "The fiddle is a fabulous, misunderstood instrument that has entertained people for hundreds of years!" He said angrily, his face reddening. Tommy shook his head. "Preeetty sure it's for hillbillies there, Fiddler," He said. The Fiddler stood up from his chair and put his bow to his instrument. "You know, The Flash can avoid my attacks because he can move faster than the speed of sound. You're not so lucky! And fiddles are cool!" The Fiddler played a note on his fiddle and a sonic shock wave suddenly erupted towards Tommy's position. ...Well, what was Tommy's position. Rocket had swooped down from the balcony and grabbed Tommy just in the nick of time, moving him out of harm's way. As Tommy flew through the air in Rocket's care, he yelled out, "No they're nooooooot..." With The Fiddler too busy shaking with rage at Tommy, he never saw the explosive arrow from Artemis's bow until it had exploded directly in front of him. A large cloud of smoke billowed forth, consuming the villian. Knocked off his feet by the concussive blast, The Fiddler groggily tried to get back to his feet. He managed to make it just in time to see Wonder Girl appear through the smoke. The heroine flew a fist into The Fiddler's face, sending him skidding across the stage floor. The Fiddler crashed into the back wall of the stage and didn't move. Rocket dropped Tommy onto the stage alongside Wonder Girl and then landed herself. An arrow hit the stage by the three and Artemis slid along a wire until she had landed by all of them. Let's Be Batman Pt. 49 "Good work, team," Tommy said. He was thrilled; he had never led a coordinated assault before. AND he hadn't fucked anyone. (It was a day of firsts for him.) He was busy congratulating himself when Rocket suddenly brought up a very good question. "Now where's Bumblebee?" She asked. The 4 all began to look around at once. *** Brainwave sat in the luxury box on the 3rd floor of the concert hall, watching the action below unfold. The short, unimposing villain with the giant, egg-shaped head watched as Batman stood and presented himself to The Fiddler. Not watching, actually. He could sense it happening through the thoughts of the people involved. He sensed Batman's uneasiness at being so exposed, The Fiddler's rage at his life's passion belittled, the young archer Artemis's excitement at the thought of combat, Rocket's steely readiness to play her part, Wonder Girl's desire to impress Batman, and Bumblebee's... 'I don't think there's anyone here,' Brainwave could read in Bumblebee's mind as the young heroine searched the large concert venue. Brainwave smiled at the thought and adjusted his thick glasses just as he heard a loud explosion below. The bewildered thoughts running The Fiddler's mind told Brainwave all he needed to know. Brainwave had been contacted by Lex Luthor shortly after the great criminal mastermind had contacted the Injustice Society. Luthor explained to Brainwave his devious plan, although he needn't had bothered; Brainwave knew the plan as soon as Luthor began to speak. Brainwave would allow the Injustice Society to serve as a diversion and offer up The Fiddler as a sacrifice while Brainwave would lay a trap for Batman. After a moment, Brainwave had accepted the offer. Luthor was a hard person to say no to. And the details of how exactly Brainwave would ensnare Batman had just been too juicy to deny. Now, as Brainwave read the minds of the heroes, he could see just exactly how he would put Batman in his trap. Batman would be easy (the thoughts running through his mind made that perfectly clear) but the heroines would be more difficult. A basic fact about influencing someone's mind, Brainwave had discovered, was that it was incredibly difficult to make someone do something they didn't want to do. They would resist, recognize that their mind was being warped, and ultimately fight back. No, the key to controlling a mind was by taking something they very much wanted and making what Brainwave wanted them to do the key to getting it. Tell a good person to rob a bank and they'll fight; tell them that robbing a bank is how they'll put their kids through college and they'll become much more pliable. Or, in this case... 'I wonder if Batman will recommend me for the Justice League if I do a good job on this mission,' Rocket was thinking. 'I should be fighting with Batman all the time,' Artemis thought. 'Getting on the Justice League would make Wonder Woman so proud of me,' Ran through Wonder Girl's mind. 'I'd be a great addition to the Justice League,' Bumblebee thought. Then, a new thought passed through her mind: 'I'll check this last box and head back to the team.' Bumblebee suddenly zipped and settled on the railing of Brainwave's luxury box. The already diminutive heroine had shrunk even smaller now, approximately 4 inches in height, and settled easily on the thin bar. She looked directly at Brainwave and then her eyes passed on, continuing to scan the box. Finally, she sighed and gave up. She turned and headed down to the team. Brainwave smiled. The heroine hadn't seen him; he had implanted the image of a cello in her mind instead. If she had thought about it she would have realized that a cello didn't belong but she wasn't really paying much attention. She was too anxious to get back to the rest of the team. Brainwave stood up and looked down at the stage from his vantage point. He was directly above the stage to the right, 3 stories above. Below him, he could see the heroes all gathered in a circle, maybe 20 feet from Brainwave's side of the stage. Bumblebee had just returned to her normal size and was relaying what she hadn't found. From here, Brainwave would have a perfect vantage point to watch his handiwork. He cracked his fingers and put a hand to his massive egg-shaped head. As he did, he washed away the little bit of resistance in Batman's mind. And in the mind of the 4 heroines he put a single, powerful thought: 'I'd do anything to join the Justice League. 'Anything.' *** "Thanks, Bumblebee," Tommy said as the heroine finished her report. Tommy looked satisfyingly at the 4 heroines, genuinely proud of the job they had done. He was proud of himself, too, for staying professional when surrounded by such beautiful women. He felt like he had really turned a corner. 'You can still fuck them,' A voice in his head said suddenly, surprising Tommy. He was taken aback; it sounded like him (how couldn't it?) but something felt off. "Well...' Tommy thought back. Tommy seemed to remember that he had a reason why he couldn't fuck these 4 heroines but, at the moment, it wasn't coming to him. All he could think was that he had done a very good job tonight and he deserved a reward. 'They'd suck your dick if you asked,' The voice said. 'No one will know. They want to do it. They'd be grateful if you let them suck your dick.' Tommy looked at each girl, admiring their thick, full lips. He nodded to himself. 'That IS true. I'd be doing them a favor.' The 4 heroines looked confused, all of them blinking in quick succession. Rocket tapped her ear and mimed a yawn while Wonder Girl furrowed her brow. Bumblebee bit her lip. And Artemis, well... "Can I join the Justice League?" She asked suddenly, surprising Tommy. He looked at her and began to speak, to tell her that he might be able to do something for her if she did something for him, when Rocket suddenly interrupted. "Me too. I want to join the Justice League. I'll do anything," Rocket said. She seemed surprised when she was finished, as if she didn't realize she was talking until she was done. "I'd be great in the Justice League," Bumblebee said, "And I'm willing to do whatever I have to to get in." "Please, Batman?" Wonder Girl asked. "Won't you please let us into the Justice League? We'd make you so happy." Wonder Girl's hand seemed to move without her knowledge, a nail softly running at the thin space between the bottom of her shirt and the top of her track pants. A finger dipped beneath her pants and came up holding the thin fabric of her thong underwear. She let it go and it snapped lightly against her tan skin. Tommy licked his lips. "I think we... I think we can..." Tommy stuttered. He felt really hot all of a sudden. 'Do it,' The voice in his head said. "Please, Batman," Rocket said. She slid the zipper on her jumpsuit down slowly, the sound of the teeth filling the concert hall. It made Tommy's eyes water. "Whatever I have to do," Bumblebee said, and then she bit her lip softly. Tommy unconsciously did the same. "Isn't there anything we can do to show you how badly we want into the League?" Artemis asked, walking forward and standing perilously close to Tommy as she removed her gloves. She reached her hand out and then stopped, just for a moment, seemingly fighting something. But then it passed and her hand continued to move forward, resting on Tommy's crotch. Tommy whimpered. "Anything," Bumblebee said, stepping forward alongside Artemis. Her hand slipped lower than Aretmis's, resting on Tommy's balls. Even through the thick material Tommy could feel the warmth emanating from her hand. "Is that what you want, Batman?" Rocket asked. She pulled down her jumpsuit, the brown material crinkling as it came off her arms and rested around her waist. Only her tight purple top covered her chest and Tommy got a good look at her ample breasts. Tommy looked at the 4 heroines in the eye, each of them staring back at him, and finally he was able to eek out a sentence. It wasn't really his sentence; it was the sentence of the voice in his head. "You can join the Justice League if you fuck me," He said softly. There was a pause that seemed to last forever and then Artemis's hand slipped into Tommy's suit and her slender fingers wrapped around his cock. He was already hard, his stiff dick aching against the thick material of his suit. The heroine was still looking Tommy in the eye when she pulled his dick out of his suit. "Jesus Christ," All 4 girls said at once and, strangely, the voice in Tommy's head said it as well. Artemis began to tug slowly on Tommy's cock, the tips of her fingers just barely wrapping around Tommy's girth. He sighed as he felt her slightly cold hand use the friction of her stroking to warm itself. Light brushes of fingernails over the head of his dick made him shudder. Bumblebee's hand soon joined Artemis's, lightly brushing Tommy's balls. She cupped them and kneaded them in her hand, filling Tommy with a tremendous warmth that seemed to beam out of him. Her hand danced up and gripped Tommy firmly by the base of his dick. She began to jerk him in time with Artemis, their hands working in unison to stroke Tommy. Rocket came towards Tommy, standing to Bumblebee's right. She cozied up to Tommy, the inertia-powered heroine wrapping her hand around Tommy's waist. With her other hand she began to push down on Bumblebee's shoulder; Bumblebee obediently began to drop down to her knees. Artemis followed her. "Anything," Rocket said, somewhat robotically, before bringing her face close to Tommy and kissing him deeply. Her tongue probed his mouth as her breasts pushed up against his chest, a soft moan escaping her lips as she pressed her lips firmly against Tommy's. Tommy returned her kiss, his eyes shut. Suddenly, though, his eyes shot open and he groaned into Rocket's mouth. He glanced down and saw half his dick had disappeared inside Artemis's mouth. The heroine was adept with Tommy's arrow, quickly and easily taking his cock in her warm mouth. Tommy's dick was pointing to the right, being pulled by Artemis's mouth, and Bumblebee stuck her tongue out softly and began to lick Tommy's exposed shaft. Rocket grabbed Tommy by the chin, pulling him back towards her roughly and once again sticking her tongue down his throat. She kissed him passionately, almost clicking her teeth against Tommy's as she pushed forward. Finally, she pulled away, biting Tommy's lip as she did so. She pulled it with her and then let it go, sending it back to Tommy's face with a snap. Tommy glanced down once more to watch the two heroines busily sucking his dick. Bumblebee had his cock in her mouth now and she noisily slurped on it. She didn't go as deep as Artemis, preferring quick sucks of Tommy's head while she quickly jerked his shaft. Artemis's head had disappeared, lost underneath Tommy's dick. Tommy felt warm saliva and a tugging sensation his balls as Artemis sucked them. Finally, Tommy turned his attention to the last remaining holdout. Wonder Girl took a step forward and then halted, her brow furrowed. She seemed deeply confused, her face twisted in perplexion. Her hand, though, had continued to toy with her waist line, the band of her thong riding up her hips above her track pants. And then, very softly, Wonder Girl whispered. "Wonder Woman," She said softly. "Anything." And her face was no longer confused. She strode quickly forward, grabbed Tommy's face with both hands, and kissed him hard. Not just, like, regular hard. Wonder hard. Tommy stumbled backwards a step before catching himself, his dick and ball popping out of Bumblebee and Artemis's respective mouths. Tommy quickly regained his balance and stepped forward, his dick once again near the mouths of the heroines on their knees. Artemis yanked Tommy's dick toward her and played with the tip of Tommy's dick with her tongue. Bumblebee began to slide her tongue up and down Tommy's shaft, the hair on the base of his dick brushing against her cheek. Meanwhile, Tommy wrapped a hand around both Rocket and Wonder Girl and began to go back and forth, tongue dancing with both of them. Bumblebee licked Tommy's cock while Wonder Girl licked Tommy's lips and then Artemis stuck Tommy's cock deep in her throat while Rocket stuck her tongue deep in Tommy's. It was Heaven. Few things could make it better. "Take off your shirt," Tommy told Rocket, figuring out a way to make it better. The heroine complied almost immediately, yanking it up and over her head. She took her head piece with her, freeing her shaggy black hair. It also freed her wonderful breasts, the pair jiggling as they felt the cool rush of air. Tommy dipped his head down and placed Rocket's tit in his mouth, sucking softly on first one nipple and then the other. He ran his tongue along her areola, breathing in softly to stiffen it, and then he exhaled hot breath onto her nipple. Rocket sighed and placed a hand on the back of Tommy's head, holding him in place. As Tommy played with Rocket's tits, he felt a hand grab his right hand and then suddenly he was up Wonder Girl's shirt, his fingers busily wrapping around one of her ample tits. Tommy was engaged with all 4 heroines now: Bumblebee was playing with the tip of Tommy's dick with her tongue, Artemis was sliding her tongue along Tommy's shaft, Rocket's nipple was in his mouth and Wonder Girl's nipple was between two of his fingers. Tommy toyed with it, squeezing her nipple and then grabbing her breasts firmly with his hand and lightly squeezing it. "Mmm," Wonder Girl moaned, grabbing Tommy by his neck and pulling him towards her. His mouth fell away from Rocket's breast and soon found Wonder Girl's lips. The Amazonian kissed Tommy hard and then pulled his face down towards her breasts, sandwiching him between them. Tommy's face was buried in pillowy white gloriousness and he resisted the urge to motorboat. 'This is what I deserve,' He heard the voice say. As Tommy was buried underneath Wonder Girl's breasts, he felt Rocket falling away from him and then suddenly his cock was being pulled to the left and a new mouth took his dick in their mouth. Tommy groaned into Wonder Girl's tits as he felt the warmness of Rocket's mouth envelop him. She confidently began to blow him, her mouth and hand working in unison. Another mouth (Bumblebee's, Tommy guessed) began to join in, happily slurping on his balls. Wonder Girl released Tommy's head after a time and he straightened up. The Amazonian dropped to her knees and joined her squadmates. Rocket saw Wonder Girl descend and offered her Tommy's dick. Wonder Girl took it confidently in her hand, looked at it for a moment, and then stuck Tommy's cock in her mouth. Tommy saw stars. 4 of them, really, all of them on their knees in front of him and sucking his dick. Wonder Girl used only her mouth, her powerful tongue working down the bottom of Tommy's shaft. Artemis, sitting next to Wonder Girl, used her hand to stroke Tommy's cock. The other two girls watched interestedly as Artemis and Wonder Girl tag-teamed his cock. "Is this going to get us into the Justice League, Batman?" Bumblebee asked excitedly, her eyes not leaving Tommy's dick. "Off to a good start," Tommy replied haltingly, his hips pumping softly into Wonder Girl's mouth. Artemis grabbed Tommy's cock firmly and pulled him out of Wonder Girl's mouth. Both Tommy and Wonder Girl were disappointed but Tommy quickly got over it as his dick found Artemis's mouth once more. Her full lips stretched to fit his mass inside and she breathed harshly through her nose as she sucked his cock. Wonder Girl, apparently not quite over the loss of Tommy's cock, placed her hand firmly on the back of Artemis's head and began to push her head forward, driving her deeper on Tommy's dick. Artemis's eyes went wide as she struggled to fit Tommy's dick in her throat. She coughed slightly but kept her lips firmly wrapped around Tommy's dick. Artemis's eyes narrowed and looked towards Wonder Girl. Tommy's dick bulged out of her cheek as Artemis looked to the side. The markswoman pulled Wonder Girl towards her, forcing Wonder Girl's mouth on Tommy's shaft. Artemis pulled Tommy's dick out and began running down the other side; both heroines began to run their tongues down each side of Tommy's shaft at the same time. "Jesus," Tommy whispered, overcome by watching both girls work his cock at the same time. Their eyes were open and they stared at each other as they ran their tongues and lips all over his dick. They moved in time, each moving laterally along his cock at the same time so they were always facing each other. Tommy could feel their tongues flickering against each other against the bottom of his shaft, tickling him slightly. They neared Tommy's head and, their lips now touching, began to kiss. And then Tommy's cock wasn't between their lips anymore and they were simply kissing, their tongues intertwining against one another. Artemis's hand tentatively grabbed one of Wonder Girl's exposed breasts before finally grabbing it more firmly, massaging it roughly with her hand. Wonder Girl moaned into her mouth. Tommy enjoyed the scene for a moment before he felt himself getting pulled away. His cock was yanked over to the left and he turned his body to face Rocket & Bumblebee, who had been ignored. Rocket rectified that immediately by pushing Bumblebee down on Tommy's cock, the smaller heroine's eyes going wide as she felt Tommy's dick once again filling her mouth. "Do you like that big dick in your mouth?" Rocket asked her teammate. Bumblebee looked to her right and nodded. Rocket could see Tommy's dick bulging out of Bumblebee's cheek and, laughing, reached out and tapped it with her hand. Both of them jumped slightly when they heard Tommy groan in response. Rocket paused and then tapped Tommy's dick slightly harder, again making him groan. Bumbleebee giggled. Tommy grabbed Bumblebee's head and straightened it so that he could continue his blowjob. His hand was on one of her puffy tufts of hair and used it to bob Bumblebee on his dick. Unwittingly and driven by lust, Tommy was driving his dick deep in the heroine's mouth, farther than any man had ever done before. Bumblebee struggled to take Tommy's dick, her eyes watering slightly, but Tommy continued unabated. His other hand grabbed her other tuft of hair and he began to forcibly fuck Bumblebee's mouth. Rocket watched wide-eyed and loosely gripped Tommy's shaft with her hand, giving him another sensation to enjoy. Tommy closed his eyes and sighed as he was given a blowjob and handjob by two different women at the same time. "Mmmmph!" Bumblebee said, pushing herself off Tommy's dick. She breathed heavily. Mascara ran down her cheeks and spit ran down her chin. Tommy began to apologize before the voice in his head told him that she had wanted it and that he deserved to do whatever he wanted to these superheroines. He readily agreed. "My turn," Rocket said, bringing Tommy back to attention. She ran her hand along Bumblebee's chin, collecting an amount of spit on her hand. Then she ran her hand between her bare tits, making them shine. Tommy excitedly stepped forward and placed his meaty cock between Rocket's breasts, his own cock wet with the saliva of all 4 women. Rocket placed one hand on the outside of each breast and pushed them together. Tommy, his cock now sandwiched, began to pump his hips. Tommy groaned, his cock thrown into overdrive by the new sensation. He pumped eagerly and readily. His dick forced its way up, almost hitting Rocket in the throat with each pump before disappearing back down between her tits. Rocket looked down, admiring her work, and flicked her tongue out when Tommy's dick came shooting up. She caught him on the tip of the dick, causing him to shudder. Let's Be Batman Pt. 49 As Tommy titfucked this heroine, he looked back to his right and watched Artemis and Wonder Girl continue to go at it. Wonder Girl had pulled Artemis's top up and was busy sucking on the Artemis's perky breasts. Artemis had her head thrown back, moaning openly, her hand on the back of Wonder Girl's head to pull her closer. Wonder Girl's shirt was gone, cast aside onto the floor, and she was casually playing with one of her own nipples while she sucked on Artemis's. Tommy could hear her suddenly moan loudly, although he wasn't sure why. Wait, not Wonder Girl. It was Rocket. Tommy looked back to see the heroine's wide, her mouth twisted open in pleasure. He glanced down beneath his own dick and saw the cause: Bumblebee had recovered and had slid her hand down underneath Rocket's jumpsuit. Tommy couldn't see what her hand was doing but whatever it was, it was driving Rocket crazy. Tommy began to fuck Rocket's tits faster, one hand on her shoulder to keep her in place while his dick pumped furiously. Rocket continued to moan and then turned to the side, kissing Bumblebee passionately. Bumblebee more than reciprocated, almost lunging on top of her teammate. Rocket fell away from Tommy, his dick springing free from between her tits as the two fell to the floor. Bumblebee buzzed around Rocket's jumpsuit, yanking it down to her knees in a flash. The smaller heroine yanked off the bigger heroine's boots and jumpsuit, exposing Rocket's entire body. Reaching behind her back, Bumblebee unzipped her suit and shimmied out of it quickly. She too was naked, save only for her domino mask. Bumblebee dove between Rocket's legs and busily began feasting on her; Rocket moaned loudly, one hand shooting to the back of Bumblebee's head while the other fondled a breast. Behind him, Tommy heard cooing. Wonder Girl and Artemis had stopped and now watched Bumblebee going down on Rocket with a tinge of jealousy. Wonder Girl moved first, hopping up and moving around the involved heroines. Wonder Girl yanked down her track pants and thong; she was now naked except for her bright white sneakers. She straddled Rocket's mouth, facing the rest of the group. Rocket quickly began to flick her tongue into Wonder Girl's pussy. Wonder Girl shuddered. Artemis seemed bummed to lose her kissing companion but quickly recovered when she saw Tommy's hard prick was unattended. Licking her lips, Artemis crawled over and tugged on Tommy's leg. He dropped to the floor and lied down. Artemis held his cock straight up into the air with her hand and began to blow him yet again. The insatiable heroine bobbed quickly, trying her best to deepthroat him. Past his cock, Tommy could see that Artemis's hand had dipped inside her spandex pants. Tommy lied down, looking up at the high ceiling of the concert hall, not really paying attention to anything but the warmth surrounding his cock. After a time, he noticed that Bumblebee was just above his head, her perky ass sticking into the air as she went down on her teammate. Tommy slid himself along the ground, Artemis's mouth following him, and grabbed Bumblebee firmly by her ass. The heroine was surprised at first but, quickly realizing what was happening, dropped her ass onto Tommy's face. He began to grind his mouth onto Bumblebee's pussy, causing her to squeal into Rocket's. The 5 heroes were all intertwined into a train of orgasmic delight. Wonder Girl leaned forward, her hands resting on the ground by Rocket's waist. Rocket moved her head and hips simultaneously, driving her tongue against Wonder Girl's pussy while she shoved her own into Bumblebee's face. Bumblebee lapped at her teammate in long, smooth strokes, occasionally pausing to draw 8's with her tongue against Rocket's clit. She sat heavily on Tommy's face, scarcely giving him room to move his own tongue against her flared cunt. And, bringing up the rear, Artemis eagerly slurped on Tommy's cock. Spit ran Tommy's balls and Artemis occasionally stopped sucking his dick to lick it up. She then deposited on the top of his cock and started the process all over again. Tommy couldn't see this, of course; all he could see was black skin as Bumblebee grinded against his face. His nose partially covered, Tommy breathed harshly out of one nostril and kept his tongue moving as best he could. He suddenly felt his dick slap against his chest and he moved his hips, as if searching for the mouth that once housed his cock. Finally, he felt his cock pulled straight up into the air and then an altogether different sensation enveloped him. Artemis had slipped his dick inside her pussy. The lean heroine was tight and it took her multiple descents onto Tommy's prick before his head was fully taken inside Artemis. She and Tommy moaned in unison as she began to gingerly hop on his dick. Tommy's moan reverberated inside Bumblebee, causing her to moan, and from there it was sent up the line to Rocket and Wonder Girl. All of them were moaning now, becoming more and more passionate, all of them completely of one mind. Artemis seemed to get a handle on Tommy's dick and she plunged herself down on it. Tommy's toes stretched out as he felt his dick enveloped. Artemis held herself there for a moment, her hand slapping Tommy's chest, and then she gently lifted herself up. Tommy followed her, lifting his hips to keep himself inside her as long as possible. Artemis moaned, her pitch getting higher and higher the longer Tommy kept himself deep within her. She finally pulled herself high off him and Tommy relaxed his hips. They soon clenched once more when Artemis once again lowered herself on his dick. From above him, Tommy could hear someone moaning loudly as they seemingly approached orgasm. He couldn't tell who it was between Wonder Girl and Rocket (Bumblebee's body told him it wasn't her) but whoever it was suddenly erupted in an intense scream as the orgasm washed over her. The other girls all moaned loudly in turn, everyone redoubling their efforts in an effort to orgasm as well. Tommy began to buck his hips faster as he heard the bedlam all around him. Artemis, too, began to bounce herself on Tommy's dick faster and faster and Tommy could hear her moaning loudly. Tommy moved his hands from Bumblebee's ass and found Artemis's hips; holding her in place, he began to fuck up into her pussy forcefully. As Tommy moved his hands, he felt Bumblebee fall to the side and suddenly he could see. At first he thought something was wrong, but as he checked on her he could see that she was simply exhausted from pleasuring Rocket while holding herself above Tommy. Her thighs shook from exertion and she rolled onto her back, breathing laboriously. Looking up and behind him, Tommy got a cockeyed view of Rocket's pink pussy and Wonder Girl grinding on the other heroine's face. Wonder Girl leaned forward (down? Tommy's point of reference was all screwed up) and began to eat out Rocket, the two 69'ing and moaning into each other. Finally, Tommy looked above him and could see Artemis gripping his arms while he fucked up into her. She was still wearing her top and mask, the top pulled up to free her tits. Beads of sweat formed around Artemis's mask. Tommy re-focused and pumped into her with renewed verve, causing the heroine to look up into the sky and wail. Tommy could feel her pussy spasming around his dick and, knowing that she was close, stuck his dick deep inside her. He wasn't quite to the hilt but he was as deep as Artemis could take and the heroine began to cum almost immediately. "Oh ffffffuuuuuuck!!!!!" Artemis screamed as she came. She again went high into the air, Tommy straining his hips to stay inside her, before finally she collapsed forward onto Tommy's chest. He continued drilling her, intensifying her orgasm and sending her into hysterics. Artemis slapped the heavy wood stage and yelled at it as she came. Mercifully, Artemis's orgasm subsided and she collapsed to the side of Tommy. His dick slipped out of her, covered in her juices. Tommy turned himself over and, lifting himself up to his knees, crawled over to the intertwined duo of Rocket and Wonder Girl. The Amazonian looked up and, seeing Tommy's glistening dick coming towards her, lifted herself up and placed a hand on each of Rocket's thighs. Rocket spread her legs, her wet pussy almost pulsating, and Tommy quickly found himself between her legs. He tucked his cape behind him and grabbed his dick by its base. Tommy slipped his dick in easily, Rocket already inflamed from a previous orgasm. Tommy began to rock himself inside her, his dick straining against the top of her pussy. Wonder Girl held herself up and began to rub Rocket's clit with her hand. Rocket responded immediately from the stimulation Tommy & Wonder Girl were giving her. Muffled moans emitted from underneath Wonder Girl. Tommy, with his hands on Rocket's ankles as they spread out to each side, forced himself deeper inside the heroine. One either side of Wonder Girl's body Tommy could see the sides of Rocket's tits as they jiggled with every thrust of Tommy's dick. He began thrusting harder, seeing just how much he could make them move. He pulled out for a mighty thrust and accidentally pulled out to far, his dick coming out and splattering a small amount of Rocket's pussy juice against her thighs. Before he could shove his dick back inside her Wonder Girl leaned forward and opened her mouth; Tommy redirected his dick higher and found Wonder Girl's warm mouth. He grabbed her head with one hand and quickly fucked her mouth with 4 or 5 hard shoves. As he pulled out, trails of spit followed him. "Mmm, your pussy tastes so good," Wonder Girl said to Rocket, who moaned underneath her in response. Tommy found his way back into Rocket with a mighty thrust, causing the heroine's back to arch. Wonder Girl redoubled her efforts against Rocket's pussy, working her hand furiously on Rocket's clit. Tommy gave Rocket's pussy a few hard thrusts and then quickly pulled out and stuck his dick once again in a surprised Wonder Girl's mouth. The heroine's eyes were wide but quickly got used to Tommy's dick as it penetrated deep in her mouth. Tommy pulled his cock out and stuck it inside Rocket again, then pulled out and stuck it back inside Wonder Girl's mouth. He alternated between pussy and mouth, pussy and mouth, each time plunging as deep as he could. As Tommy did this, he glanced to the side and saw that Artemis and Bumblebee had both recovered and were now sitting close, facing each other, their legs both splayed out to the side. They were kissing, their tongues dancing with one another, and both of their hands were busily working each other's pussies. Bumblebee dipped her tongue down and began to suckle on Artemis's neck. Tommy turned his attention back to Rocket and Wonder Girl as Wonder Girl was busily turning herself around. No longer sitting on Rocket's face, Wonder Girl was now straddling her. Rocket's mouth was sticky with Wonder Girl's juices and Wonder Girl dipped her head down to retrieve some of them with her tongue. Tommy now had two pussies staring at him and he struggled to pick which one he wanted first. "She already had it," Wonder Girl suddenly said, making a rather astute point. Tommy directed his dick behind the Amazonian and placed his hands on her ass. He pushed forward, piercing Wonder Girl's achingly tight pussy. The heroine groaned harshly as Tommy invaded her. Rocket helped matters by lifting her head and sucking on one of Wonder Girl's tits. Tommy didn't really give Wonder Girl any time to adjust herself; he began to fuck her roughly, his fingers dug into her ass as he thrust himself forth inside her. Wonder Girl was pushed forward with Tommy's thrust, a moan escaping her lips every time. Tommy lifted a hand and spanked Wonder Girl's wonderful ass, leaving a red mark. Rocket reached a hand up from underneath and did the same, smacking Wonder Girl's other cheek. The Amazonian moaned. "Make her cum," Rocket demanded. Tommy was surprised for a moment; the exact same thing had just run through his mind. He tried his best to comply nevertheless, grabbing Wonder Girl by the hips and pounding her as hard as he could. Tommy felt a hand underneath him and realized Rocket had started massaging Wonder Girl's clit, returning the favor from earlier. Every once in a while Rocket brushed her hand against Tommy's balls and he tried his best not cum. Reaching a hand out, Tommy grabbed Wonder Girl by her hair and pulled it backwards. Her head came with her, forcing her eyes up towards the ceiling. Rocket resumed playing with Wonder Girl's breasts while still rubbing her clit. Tommy's dick in her pussy, Rocket's hand and mouth on her pussy and tits, respectively, it was all too much. Wonder Girl began to yip and then, with a viciousness that startled Tommy, she began to cum. Tommy almost remembered too late about the perils of being inside a superbeing when they're cumming; he pulled his dick out of Wonder Girl right as he felt her mighty muscles tightening. She screamed loud and fierce as her orgasm pulsed through her. At one point Wonder Girl slammed her fist in passion by Rocket's head, unintentionally putting a hole in the stage. Rocket looked at the hole, somewhat concerned, but she was trapped underneath Wonder Girl as she raged. Tellingly, though, Rocket's hand never stopped working Wonder Girl's clit. Tommy hadn't even waited for Wonder Girl's orgasm to finish before he began looking for another hole to fuck. Behind him he heard Rocket coo, "Ooh, baby," as he walked towards Bumblebee and Artemis. Artemis was now lying on her back with Bumblebee straddling her. The markswoman's tongue flickered in and out of Bumblebee's pussy, making Bumblebee moan. Tommy, too, straddled Artemis, cozying up behind Bumblebee; he shoved her forward and placed his dick at the entrance to her pussy. Artemis's tongue touched the bottom of Tommy's shaft as Tommy began to push himself inside. Both Tommy and Bumblebee muttered, "Oh God," at the same time. She was unbelievably tight and Tommy could feel her pussy straining around his big cock. Tommy placed his hand on Bumblebee's shoulder to hold her in place while he thrusted. Even with Tommy's cock covered in juices and Bumblebee's pussy dripping wet, Tommy still struggled to force himself halfway inside. Bumblebee looked behind her at Tommy, her eyes wide and her mouth hung slack. Tommy looked back into her eyes as he began to fuck her. Bumblebee began to squeal as Tommy fucked her and Artemis ate her pussy, the heroine's pussy almost completely overwhelmed now. Her plight was only worsened when Rocket came over and, seeing the scene, promptly shoved her pussy in Bumblebee's mouth. Bumblebee's cries became muffled as she moaned into her teammate. As all this was going on, there became a light splattering noise as drops of liquid splashed on the stage. It was at the edge of the stage, approximately 20 feet away, and the creamy white liquid showed easily against the hardwood. If any of the heroes had their wits about them, they might have looked up to see the source of the liquid. None of them did, and none of them heard their moans and screams. The only person who noticed it was Wonder Girl, who was just recovering from her orgasm. She suddenly turned her head towards the noise and began to crawl robotically towards the white liquid. As she reached it, she leaned down and began to lick it off the stage. Across the stage, Bumblebee was still the center of attention. Tommy had managed to shove himself about three-fourths of the way inside Bumblebee, while Artemis's tongue was still busily working her teammate's pussy. Standing over top of her, Rocket had a hand on the back of Bumblebee's head and was grinding her pussy against her helpless companion's mouth. Bumblebee couldn't take it. With a high-pitched scream she began to cum, filling Artemis's mouth with her juices. Tommy stuck his dick inside Bumblebee and held it, savoring the feeling of Bumblebee's pussy twitching around his cock. Rocket freed Bumblebee's head and the sound of her screams was suddenly much louder. "Oh shit," Tommy groaned. He suddenly realized that he hadn't felt like cumming at any point until just this moment, but suddenly the urge to cum was overwhelming. He pulled his dick out of Bumblebee and stood, stroking his cock. The 3 girls suddenly began to move: Rocket dropped down to her knees, Bumblebee (somewhat laboriously) spun herself around to face Tommy, and Artemis slipped out from between Bumblebee's legs and flipped to her knees. Even Wonder Girl reappeared, crawling around Tommy and sitting obediently on her knees. She casually wiped a bit of white stuff from her chin and slipped her finger into her mouth. Tommy began to jerk his dick but it only took a few pumps before he felt his cum rushing from his balls. Starting with Wonder Girl on his left, Tommy groaned and began to shoot his seed on the faces of the four Young Justice members. His first blast landed diagonally across Wonder Girl's face, starting at her cheek and running across her left eye. Tommy turned like a sprinkler, hitting Rocket next with a healthy dose of cum on her lips. Next was Bumblebee, the still exhausted heroine getting a surprisingly large blast that flew over her and landed in her hair. And finally there was Artemis, who had her mouth opened wide in anticipation. Tommy aimed as best he could and gave her a shot that ended up hitting her top lip. Artemis closed her mouth and licked her lips, savoring her gift. Rocket reached out and grabbed Tommy's dick, bringing it towards her mouth and swallowing it. She jerked his dick quickly a few times with his head in her mouth and then released him. Wonder Girl grabbed him and copied her teammate, taking Tommy in her mouth. As she did so, Rocket tilted Bumblebee's head back and dropped the cum deposit she had just received into her teammate's mouth. Bumblebee swallowed it readily to the chagrin of Artemis, who was hoping for some more cum of her own. Tommy pulled his dick out of Wonder Girl's mouth and helpfully fulfilled Artemis's wish by shoving his dick in her mouth. She greedily sucked out the rest of his cum, swallowing it as it ejected against the back of her mouth. Wonder Girl leaned back and let the cum Tommy had given her fall out of her mouth. It ran down her chin and spilled onto her chest, sliding between her tits. Seeing this, Rocket leaned over and licked a long line between Wonder Girl's breasts. She scooped up the cum in her mouth and kissed Wonder Girl. Both girls swapped the cum before eventually swallowing what didn't fall onto their chins. As Tommy's dick popped out of Artemis's mouth, he sighed happily. The girls all looked up at him with various amounts of his cum on their faces. It was Bumblebee who broke the silence. "So, do we get into the Justice League?" She asked eagerly. Tommy smiled. "Well, I think tha-" Suddenly, Tommy saw a blur to his left and felt a great force smash against him. He was sent flying through the air, landing heavily against the wall not far from a still unconscious Fiddler. "Wha... what...?" Tommy said. He was disoriented, not just from the impact but also because he felt like a veil had been lifted from his eyes. He looked around in a sudden panic, trying to figure out where the last half hour had gone. He looked down in surprise at his softening dick, wondering when he had cum. He looked up and saw the 4 Young Justice heroines looking at each other in confusion as well. Bumblebee touched the cum on her face and stared at it before suddenly becoming horrified when she realized what it was. And, finally, Tommy looked in surprise at the being that had sent him flying across the stage: Wonder Woman. She was seething, her eyes almost burning red as she glared at Tommy. Behind her was the Justice League, all looking at Tommy with varying degrees of anger and confusion. Let's Be Batman Pt. 50 Tommy was running across the rooftops, his breathing ragged and heavy. Occasionally, he'd either grapple to the top of a higher building or glide to the top of a lower building but much of it was running. He had learned how to properly traverse the rooftops of Gotham by now, knowing which set of buildings had the clearest rooftops and which were maddeningly broken up by air conditioners and fences. He wanted to work his way to the top of the Gotham State Building, the highest one in this section of town, because he knew that if he got there he could glide most of the way to the cliff that hid the secret Batcave and thus the portal itself. To be truthful, Tommy had come a long way as Batman. He didn't compare to the man himself, obviously, and he probably didn't compare to Nightwing or even Red Robin, but he was doing alright for himself. It had happened continuously, gradually, and Tommy himself hadn't even noticed. Before, he had trouble making his way across Gotham without missing with a grappling hook at least once, and actually finding buildings and streets was a difficult endeavor. Now he moved quickly and surely, and the city laid before him with all its secrets exposed. Combat, too, had been greatly improved. Barbara Gordon had taught Tommy a lot in their relatively short training time, and Black Canary had laid out a great deal about the basics of tactics to him. A room of goons was no match for Tommy now and even superbeings like Silver Banshee had been bested. But the biggest improvement in Tommy's time as Batman had been in fortitude. If Tommy had encountered a vast conspiracy to capture a portal that allowed one access to infinite universes 9 months ago, for example, Tommy probably would have dug a deep hole and hid there until everything had blown over. If he had just seen his friend and mentor blown up in an explosion, he probably would have cried. As it was, all Tommy could do was run. Well, not only. 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit,' Tommy thought as he ran. He was running on pure instinct, perhaps knowing that if he actually thought about his situation he would be paralyzed by fear. No, Tommy moved with the fevered movement of an animal, savagely pounding the rooftops with his heavy boots. He took a big leap off the top of a hospital and free fell for about 3 seconds, finally extending his cape and gliding safely to the building below. 'Oh shit oh shit oh shit,' Tommy thought. He was close to the Gotham State Building now, maybe 4 or 5 more rooftops, and once he was there he'd be at the secret Batcave with no trouble. He glanced around furtively, looking for attackers, but so far he had seen no one. He would have wondered if whoever had attacked Barbara would be after him next if he wasn't so busy being scared. 'Oh shit oh shiiiiiiit,' Tommy thought, his thought extended as he jumped from one rooftop to another. He was at the building next to the Gotham State Building, a high skyscraper of its own. The building seemed to have some sort of arboretum on its top floor and Tommy was running on the glass above it. He was halfway across the roof when he began to line up his shot with his grappling gun. He extended his hand and prepared to fire when- "OH SHIIIII-" Tommy yelled as the glass beneath Tommy's feet suddenly shattered, dropping him into the arboretum below. Tommy landed with a thud. He wheezed as what little air was in his lungs was forced out. But Tommy was trained now and even as he landed he was already turning, searching for his attacker. He slipped batarangs in each hand and prepared to fight. And then Tommy saw his attacker come around from behind a tree. The look on their face was angry and twisted. Tommy's shoulders slumped. "I really don't have time for this, Ivy," Tommy said wearily. *** Standing him front of Tommy, tall, busty and green, was Poison Ivy. Her bright red hair fell down past her shoulders, though some of it was currently fallen over the front of Ivy's face. She waved it away angrily with her hand, showing Tommy her snarl. The buxom beauty's chest was heaving, most likely from anger, but Tommy still was drawn to the rising and falling of Ivy's breasts as she breathed. A few scant leaves clung tightly to her body, covering the bare minimum they needed to. "YOU!!" Ivy snapped angrily. Tommy backed up but the vines were already shooting from the ground, reaching for him. They grabbed Tommy's wrists and put him up against the wall, slamming him with full force. Tommy held tightly to the batarangs in his hands and tried to weighed whether he should use them or not. "How DARE you!" Ivy spat at Tommy. She was clearly not pleased to see him. Tommy was not pleased to see that, inside this (presumably) rich asshole's rooftop arboretum, that Ivy had set up quite the little operation. Amid the tall ferns and short trees stood a variety of chemistry equipment. A large metal vat stood out as being remarkably plant-like. Tommy could tell instantly that Poison Ivy was up to no good. "It's too late, Batman!" Ivy continued. "My plan is too far along for even you to meddle with it!" "Huh?" Tommy said. He didn't even know Poison Ivy was still in Gotham, let alone planning something insidious. "Oh, don't play dumb with me," Ivy said derisively. "I know you're here to stop me from selling my new formula to the highest bidder!" Tommy was struck dumb for a moment. "...You're absolutely right," He said finally. He wasn't sure what's going on but it seemed better to pretend that he did. "Well I've already sold it!" Ivy said. "All that's needed now is for the winner to come pick it up. Soon the entire world will be under its thrall!" Tommy was completely confused now, especially by the word "thrall." He debated cutting his vines now but he knew he needed to distract Ivy first. But how... "Look, Ivy," Tommy began. "I was totally going to stop you but first I just need to go take care of one little thing. Why don't I just leave, take care of that real quick, and then run back here to stop you?" Ivy was shocked and then actually laughed at the boldness of Tommy's request. "Like I'd ever let you go," She chuckled. "Especially not after what you did to me!" Tommy thought for a moment. "Do you mean fucking you in the ass*, because honestly I was tied down so I don't know-" *LBB, part 20 "Not that!" Ivy yelled, her green face turning a shade of red. "I mean this!" Ivy walked over to her work bench and pulled up something on her computer. Tommy could only read the banner that read "Gotham Gazette" but he instantly knew what it was. "Look, Ivy," He began, "About that article..."* *LBB, part 24 "POISON IVY," Ivy read. "This heart-stopping herbologist has a reputation for being a maneater but our snoop tells us that what she really wants is to be tamed. Yes, gents, what Poison Ivy wants is to be dominated by... you son of a bitch... dominated by a big, hard cock. Could it be yours? Doesn't hurt to ask!" Tommy stifled a laugh. Most of the sex habits he had given to Vicki Vale had been truthful. Two he had lied on: he hadn't given a truthful report about Catwoman to protect her feelings. And Poison Ivy... well, Tommy had written what he thought would upset her the most. "It's not funny, Batman!" Ivy yelled when she saw Tommy's suppressed smile. "Do you have any idea what your lies have done to me? Do you know how hard it is for me to go outside without getting accosted by some disgusting pig? I was liberating some of my children from the slave den you call a flower shop and the man working there tried to accost me! Naturally, I just had to kill him..." Ivy was going on, turning and pontificating to the trees now. Tommy glanced around, trying to think of a plan of escape. His eyes were drawn back to Ivy, though, as he noticed that the leaves on her were falling away. He could see the top of her ass crack now, and as she turned back towards him he noticed that her left nipple showed dark green through a hole where a leaf once sat. 'Is she... getting horny?' Tommy thought with disbelief. He had written what he wrote as a joke but, strangely enough, it seemed as if Poison Ivy did get kind of hot thinking about guys dominating her. Tommy tried to suppress his own erection at the thought but his cock had its own ideas. "...And even the former owner of this very arboretum tried to infiltrate my sacred garden. He offered to call up some friends and violate me! Just imagine, a whole team of cocks... violating me again and again..." Another leaf fell from Ivy's body, exposing a small tuft of red hair above her pussy. Tommy wished he had his hands free so he could shift his erection to the side; it was sticking out embarrassingly straight from his body. "Hey," Ivy said, snapping her fingers at Tommy. "Are you even listening to me?" Tommy nodded fervently, not wanting to anger her further. "So you are okay with me killing you?" Ivy asked. Tommy began to nod before quickly shaking his head. "Well... too bad," Ivy said. "I'm going to kill you anyway." "Don't you want to put some clothes or leaves or whatever on first?" Tommy asked, sounding somewhat bored. "What're you.. ah!" Ivy said as she looked down and realized that all the leaves had shedded off her body, leaving her completely exposed. She reached down and grabbed handfuls of leaves and covered herself with them, her left forearm smushing her breasts against her body. Tommy felt his dick perk up even more. "You... you did something to me!" Ivy lashed out, getting closer to Tommy. She was about a foot away from him, looking at him accusedly. "What could I do?" Tommy asked. "I think you just like the idea of getting dominated, Ivy." Ivy looked deeply offended. She sputtered, "Me? Dominated? I can't be dominated! I'm Poison Ivy! Just the thought... no, never!" "Maybe you're right," Tommy said. "Maybe it's just Autumn." Ivy thought for a moment and then shot Tommy a dirty look. "You think you're so Goddamn smart," She spat at him. She paused, trying to come up with some sort of plan. Finally, she said, "I'll show you! We'll see who likes to be dominated!" And then Poison Ivy dropped to her knees, yanked down Tommy's suit bottoms, and shoved his erect cock into her mouth. "Wha... what're you doin'?" Tommy managed to say. If the vines on his wrists hadn't been holding him up he probably would have collapsed from the sensation running through him. Leaves scattered at his feet as they fell slowly from Ivy's hands. Ivy angrily pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth and glared up at him. "I'm dominating you, you idiot," She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Then she threw herself back on Tommy's cock and began throwing herself on his dick furiously. Tommy had no idea what was going on. He struggled to think about what Ivy's game might be. The suit carried antidotes for her poisons so she couldn't be trying to kill him. Tommy ran scenarios in his mind before coming to the realization that, nope, Ivy was simply sucking his dick. He groaned as Ivy's tonsils brushed against the top of his cock head. Ivy pulled Tommy's cock out of her mouth and began stroking it furiously with her hand. She spat on his shaft with derision as she jerked him. Tommy's hips reflexively pulled backwards, the sensation almost too much for him. Ivy glared up at him once again. "Who's doing the dominating now?" Ivy asked before throating herself on Tommy's cock. "Uh... you are?" Tommy said uncertainly. If this is what is was like getting dominated by Poison Ivy then he certainly wasn't going to complain. The tip of Ivy's nose touched his groin as she took all of him in her mouth. Tommy was impressed and in the back of his mind he wondered if she had been practicing. The vines on Tommy's wrists slackened and he felt his hands come free. He quickly pocketed the batarangs in his hands and brought placed a hand on each side of Poison Ivy's head. She jerked backwards off his dick and looked up at him suspiciously. "What are you doing?" She asked, still glaring. "I, uh... I was going to fuck your mouth," Tommy replied. "I'm in charge around here," Ivy said, returning her mouth to Tommy's dick. He awkwardly held his hands to his sides as Ivy began to suck his dick. Suddenly, the villainess pulled Tommy's dick out of her mouth once more and spoke. "I've decided that I want you to fuck my mouth," She said. Tommy didn't need any more instruction; he quickly grabbed Ivy's head and began to pump his dick inside it. Ivy's eyes were wide as Tommy penetrated her mouth again and again, his dick roughly plunging deep inside her mouth. Tommy's fingers tangled themselves inside Ivy's hair as he fucked her mouth. Ivy's mouth hung slack and Tommy could feel her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth. It served as a good landing pad for his dick, steering him towards the back of her throat. Tommy could feel Ivy's hands clamp onto his thighs, allowing her some control over the rough mouth fucking Tommy was giving her. He shoved his cock deep in Ivy's mouth and held it there, enjoying the sensation of her throat spasming around his cock. Tommy glanced down and saw Ivy looking up at him, her eyes squinting as they filled with water. Tommy loosened his grip on Ivy's head and allowed her to pull herself off his dick. She came off his cock gasping. Tommy lazily wondered if she could taste the juices of the four heroines he had (apparently) just fucked. If she did, Ivy liked it; she hopped back onto his dick, french kissing the tip of his cock while she jerked his shaft with both hands. "God, I love being dom... dominating you," Ivy said, spreading the spit that had fallen from her mouth onto her tits. Tommy quickly directing his dick lower and sandwiched it between Ivy's glorious tits. She put a hand on each breast and squeezed them together. The feeling that shot through Tommy as he began to fuck Ivy's tits made him hold his breath. "Fuck," He muttered as his cock, slick with Ivy's spit, disappeared underneath Ivy's pillowy tits. The normally elegant environmentalist was looking down, watching the tip of Tommys dick came perilously close to her face with each thrust. "You like that?" Ivy asked before sticking out her tongue and licking Tommy's dick as it neared. "Uh..." Tommy thought for a moment. "No, I hate what... fuck... you're doing to me." It seemed to be the right response, as Ivy responded by spitting down on Tommy's cock and then beginning to pump her own tits down as Tommy continued thrust his cock up. He was slamming his hips against the bottom of her tits now, Ivys whole head bouncing forwards with every thrust. Ivy's grip on her breasts suddenly faltered and Tommy thrusted forward, striking her right in the mouth. She gasped softly but still stuck out her tongue to try to give his dick a lick. "Open your mouth," Tommy told Poison Ivy, his hand already reaching for her hair. "I'm in cha-" Ivy began before Tommy's cock filled her mouth. Tommy was standing over Ivy, fucking down inside her mouth. Both of her hands went behind her to hold herself up against his rough fucking. With her neck craned upwards, Tommy's dick had a straight shot directly down her throat. He took advantage. With two hands in Ivy's hair, Tommy held her head in place while he fucked her mouth. Ivy's breaths became reedy and ragged and Tommy could feel spit slipping past his cock and running down his balls. After a time he stopped thrusting and instead pumped his arms, forcing Ivy's head to bob forcibly on his cock. Poison Ivy, the normally so inscrutable Poison Ivy, was now completely Tommy's fuck toy. If Tommy wasn't so busy worrying not to cum he probably would have realized that maybe the reason that Ivy tried to control other people's emotions was because she had been fighting to control her own for so long. Now she had completely given in, letting Tommy do whatever he wanted to her... as long as she could tell herself that it was her idea, that is. Tommy pulled his thick cock out of Ivy's mouth and let it rest on her face. He pulled it slowly from her forehead down to her chin, leaving a thick line of saliva down her face. Ivy stuck out her tongue and licked Tommy all the way down, making him shudder when she tickled the underside of his head. After Tommy's dick was completely off her face, Ivy quickly turned around and got on all fours. "I demand that you fuck me," She tried to state authoritatively, although her voice was scratchy from just getting violated. Tommy got behind her, slapping her bubbly green ass with his gloved hand. He positioned his cock at the entrance to his pussy when Ivy suddenly looked behind her. "Not there," She said sultrily. Tommy, uncomprehending for a moment, quickly realized what she meant and stuck his dick at the entrance of her asshole. With his hands tight to her hips to keep her in place, Tommy began to ease his cock inside her. Tommy and Ivy groaned as one. Tommy's dick found resistance for a moment before his cock began to slide inside Ivy's tight ass. He pushed himself a few inches in and held it there, allowing Ivy to get used to his dick. She moaned louder and pushed backwards, forcing Tommy deeper inside. His dick was well-lubricated from her mouth but she was still desperately tight, although not quite as tight as the first time he fucked her ass. When Tommy was about halfway in he began to gingerly pump himself inside her. But that wasn't good enough for Ivy; she again pushed the issue by pushing back on Tommy's cock, leaning forward before shoving herself ass-first backwards onto his cock. Tommy slowly began to return the favor, thrusting harder and harder until he was openly fucking her tight green ass. Tommy leaned forward and yanked on Ivy's hair, causing her to moan. "Mmmm," She intoned, before once again giving orders to Tommy. "Tell me to tell you that I'm a fucking slut," She demanded. Tommy tried to comply. "Tell you to tell me that... what?" He asked. He had gotten lost. "Ooooh tell me to tell you that I'm a fucking slut!" Ivy demanded, louder this time. She thrust back viciously on Tommy's dick, taking almost all of him inside her. Tommy once again tried to comply. "Tell you that... I mean, tell me that I'm a fucking slu... wait..." Ivy had enough. "Oh God, I'm a fucking slut!" She yelled, throwing her head down to the ground and poking her shapely ass up into the air. Tommy began to pound her asshole, stopping only to spit onto his dick for lubrication. He could feel his dick being bent as it headed south down Ivy's asshole. The friction against the top of his dick was unbelievable. Ivy, meanwhile, was moaning wildly while attempting to make sense with her words. Tommy couldn't follow her; he thought he heard her say, "I missed a cock in my ass," and at one point he thought she said, "I guess I always knew..." followed by wailing. While she monologued to herself, Tommy grunted and slapped her ass. Tommy leaned himself forward, his hands resting on Ivy's wrists and pinning her to the ground. Tommy could once again fuck directly into her ass and he did, pounding her asshole mercilessly. Ivy screamed and pushed her ass up against Tommy's hips. "I want me to... I want me to..." Ivy said, her voice devolving into a high-pitched squeal when Tommy finally completely engulfed his dick with her ass. It took Tommy a moment to realize that Ivy was cumming; it took him longer to realize she was cumming purely from his cock in her ass. All Tommy was really focusing on was the contracting of Ivy's muscles around his cock. As Ivy howled, her body seemed to give out on her. She began to slide forward onto her belly and Tommy followed her, trying to keep his cock deep in her ass. Ivy was flat on her stomach now and Tommy howled himself as the unbelievable tightness gripped his cock. He could still fuck Ivy but it was in halting jerks, burying himself inside Ivy. Let's Be Batman Pt. 50 Tommy's face was right behind Ivy's now. He could see beads of sweat on the side of her face, the dryness of her lips, the almost disbelieving look in her eye. All of it was too much for him; Tommy realized that for the second time that night (and for the first time that he could actually remember), he was going to cum. "I'm going to cum," Tommy told Ivy, whispering it directly into her ear. Ivy moaned and then tried to slurp up the bit of saliva that had fallen from her mouth. She couldn't quite demand anything anymore; she couldn't quite speak at all anymore. All she could say was, "My face." Tommy put his arm underneath Ivy and lifted her hips off the ground, just far enough so he could slip his dick out of her asshole. He let go and she collapsed again onto her stomach before laboriously rolling herself over. Tommy straddled her, jerking himself off with one hand while he pawed at a well-sized breast with the other. Tommy had cum on Ivy's face 3 times before: the first time she had been angry, the second time she had been unconscious (Tommy felt kind of bad about this one), and the fourth time she had accepted it begrudgingly. Now she was enthusiastically begging for it, her eyes almost pleading with him for his cum. "I want your cum all over my fucking face," Ivy was saying, her tongue flicking out of her mouth to mime the motion of her catching Tommy's semen. Tommy groaned harshly as his cum spurted out of his raging cock. "Oh god..." Ivy said as Tommy's cum hit her face, splattering against her left cheek. Some of it flew across her eye and Ivy had to snap it shut. Her tongue arced out, reaching for the cum that had hit her cheek. "Oh SHIT," Tommy said for the umpteenth time that night, leaning forward and putting a hand on the ground to steady himself as he came. He looked down and watched his cum batter Ivy's face at close range, slamming harshly against her chin. Tommy directed himself up just as a nicely sized load ejected directly into Ivy's mouth. Ivy moaned and clamped her mouth shut, savoring the taste. Tommy's dick, already spent from earlier in the night, quickly ran out of cum for Ivy. She greedily began to suck it, desperate for every last drop. Tommy shuddered as she sucked on the tip of his dick. Finally, with the sensation too much for him, he pulled himself back and tried to stand. Ivy followed him a good foot with her mouth latched onto his cock before he was able to pull away. Finally, she let go and fell back to the floor, seeming completely content. "I showed you," Poison Ivy said dreamily as she ran her hand along her face. She scooped up some cum and directed it towards her mouth. Hanging her finger over her mouth, she let the cum slowly drizzle into her mouth before finally licking her finger clean. Ivy's other hand seemed to instinctively trace to her surprisingly unattended pussy. A finger deftly slipped inside. Tommy was leaning with an arm against a tree, trying to catch his breath. His dick felt raw and spent and he quickly tucked it inside his pants. Then he rested and watched Poison Ivy, who clearly looked like she wasn't done for the night. She began to rub her pussy, moaning softly, while swallowing Tommy's cum. 'Maybe I can stay for another go,' Tommy thought, 'It's not like I have anything important to... wait...' "Oh shit," Tommy muttered. He had that whole, y'know, end of the world thing to solve. "I need to go," He said to Ivy. Ivy picked her head up off the ground and looked at him sulkily. "But I'm not done," Ivy pouted. Her finger had stopped moving in her pussy. "I know," Tommy said, reaching for his grappling gun. "I just have one thing to take care of and then I'll run back here and 'stop' you." Ivy frowned. "Fine," She said. Then she thought for a moment. "Ooh, maybe when you come back you can bring friends! I can dominate a whole bunch of you at once, with your big cocks all inside me at once!" Her hand began to work again in her pussy. "And then all of you can stand around and pis-" Tommy looked back in revulsion as the grappling gun took him out of Ivy's arboretum and towards the top of the high building next door. Tommy reached the roof and looked; in the distance he could see the bluffs and, from there, he'd find the Batcave that housed the portal. "Almost there," Tommy thought. He spread his cape and leaped off the roof. *** But Tommy didn't start to glide. Not like normal, anyway. He felt himself buffeting and falling feet at a time. Looking down at his cape, he saw that there was a good-sized tear along his left arm. "Fuck!" Tommy said when he saw it. He didn't know where he had torn it; it could have been during the period he couldn't remember with the members of Young Justice or, more likely, he had torn it while in Poison Ivy's arboretum. "Fuck trees," Tommy muttered while he began to fall, this time more than 20 feet. He wasn't going to make the Batcave now, but at the moment he was simply worried about landing on the ground safely. He began to aim himself downwards, hoping to get to the ground as quickly as possible. *RRRRRIIIIIIIP The downward force had ripped his cape along the left side completely, rendering it completely useless. Tommy began to hurtle towards the ground, spinning as the right side of his cape tried desperately to hold himself up. It was no use, though; Tommy was going to crash. He held his now-freed left arm up to his face and prepared for the crash. And then, suddenly, there was nothing. No crash. No wind running past his ear. Everything felt... peaceful. Tommy slowly moved his arm away from his eyes. He looked down and saw that he was maybe 20 feet from the ground, hovering in the air over a field of grass. "I... I can fly," He said to himself, not believing the words. "Looked like you needed a little help," A being said above him. Tommy couldn't see them because of the cape but he thought the voice was familiar. The being had caught his cape and was holding him up. 'Oh, that makes a lot more sense,' Tommy thought. The being slowly lowered Tommy to the grass below and dropped him when he was about a foot off the ground. The cape fell on Tommy's face, obscuring his vision, and he fought to free himself while the being spoke. "I heard you needed a little help and got here as quickly as I could," The being said. "Felt only right after you helped me the last time." Tommy yanked at the cape, finally freeing himself. He was surprised to see the being standing in front of him. In his surprise he realized he was openly gaping at her, especially her long, tanned legs and flat, toned stomach. "Oh, hey," He stammered out. "Thanks for the help. And, shit! Thank God you're here. I could really use someone's help." "Hey, what are friends for?" The being said, smiling. Tommy breathed a sigh of relief. Everything would be okay now that Supergirl was here. *** "So what's the rush?" Supergirl asked nonchalantly. She casually brushed her abs and Tommy not-so-casually watched her. "Well..." Tommy looked for the right words to explain the situation. "Everything's fucked. There's a portal in Gotham that connects our universe to other universes. Batman and Superman went through it because they thought some outside force was doing... something, I'm not sure. Now Lex Luthor has been looking for the portal and I think he... he blew up Barbara Gordon's homebase. Now I know where the portal is and I need to go make sure Luthor doesn't get near it." Tommy finished, not quite sure if he had explained everything correctly. He was surprised to see that Supergirl took the news surprisingly well; she even took the news of Barbara Gordon's demise by only raising an eyebrow. Tommy figured that she was a pro and was simply used to dealing with grave situations. "That sounds bad," Supergirl said. "But don't worry, I'll help. Where is this portal, anyway? We should get there as soon as possible." "Yeah, definitely," Tommy said. "It's right over..." He trailed off. His brain was thinking now and he wondered how Supergirl knew exactly where he was going to be. "Hey," He began, "How did you-" Supergirl interrupted him. "And hey," She began, stepping closer to Tommy and brushing her breasts against his chest, "Maybe if we have some time you can see how much of the bad me is left." She bit her lip softly. Tommy's brain was drowned out by Tommy's stupid cock. "Let's go!" Tommy said eagerly. "The cave holding the portal is right over there." *** Tommy and Supergirl stood at the entrance to the cave, a small cut-out against the almost sheer cliff. Tommy noticed the familiar light and stood in front of it; his suit was scanned and the door silently clicked itself open. Tommy looked back at Supergirl, gave her a thumbs up, and stepped inside. Supergirl followed him. "So here's the Batcave," Tommy said, waving his hand across it. "And right over there is the portal." Supergirl walked in front of Tommy, almost entranced by the purple glow of the portal. It was tall, almost 15 feet high, and the purple... liquid?... solid?... swirled mesmerizingly throughout it. "This is it," Supergirl said softly. "This is... the portal..." "Yep," Tommy said, beginning to take off his belt. He had already fucked twice that day but as he looked at Supergirl's small skirt his stupid cock began to twitch to life once more. "So anyway, what was this you were saying abou-" "Sorry I'm late," A male voice interrupted behind them. Tommy looked behind him in surprise to see a tall, impressive-looking man with a completely bald head. "Lex Luthor...?" Tommy said with confusion before suddenly realizing that it was LEX LUTHOR standing in front of him. "Shit!" He yelled. "Supergirl, do something! Blast him with heat vision or..." Tommy turned around and saw Supergirl smiling at him. Tommy looked back and forth between the two, it all slowly beginning to click. "You two... you're working together?" Tommy said softly. Luthor began to clap slowly. "Well, it took you a few months but I'm glad to see you finally figured it out... Tommy." Tommy's eyes went wide at the mention of his real name. "How did you... where did you... huh?" He was baffled. "Don't try to think too hard," Supergirl said, smiling. "Don't want you to hurt yourself." But I... but you... but you're Supergirl!" Tommy said. "Luthor's the one who split you in two! I'm the one who put you back together! Why would you be helping him?" "Oh, that?" Luthor said, crossing in front of Tommy and standing next to Supergirl. He gave her an appreciative pat on the backside. "That was just a misunderstanding. You see, I thought she was the real Supergirl at the time. Once you put her back together, she came to me and explained things. After that, we were partners." Tommy's head was swimming. He looked at Supergirl. "You're not... the real Supergirl?" Tommy asked. "I am the REAL Supergirl," Supergirl said disdainfully at both Tommy and Lex. "I'm just YOUR Supergirl." Supergirl rose up into the sky, her eyes flowing red. "I'm Supergirl-Prime." Luthor smiled up at her and then looked to Tommy. "Impressive, isn't she?" "Prime? Huh? What the fuck," Tommy said. He couldn't keep track of any of this. "My universe was the first," Supergirl-Prime explained for some reason. "And the best. But then your Justice League caused my universe to be destroyed, leaving me the last of my kind. They tried to appease me by using this portal to create a parallel universe, trapping me there. I was forced to watch your universe for years, your stupid, imperfect universe, until finally I managed to escape my prison. Batman and Superman discovered this and looked for me but I took care of them. Then I came here and have been searching for this portal ever since." "I think I understand..." Tommy said, his brow furrowed. "It was called the Prime universe because it was the first." Luthor and Supergirl-Prime looked at Tommy, then each other, then back at Tommy. "Yes, Tommy," Luthor said. "Prime means first." "Well, I don't care what universe you come from!" Tommy said. He had gotten over his confusion and realized that he needed to do something to stop these two. "Whatever you're planning to do, I'm going to stop-" Like a flash, Supergirl-Prime zoomed towards Tommy and threw him against the Batcomputer. Tommy slumped against it, dazed. "-You," He finished. Supergirl zoomed towards him again and stood over him. Tommy wheezed and noticed that she had on black panties. "You? Stop me?" Supergirl-Prime said dismissively. "Maybe if you were the real Batman. But you? You're not a hero. You're just some boy with a big dick who found a suit." Supergirl-Prime seemed to get an idea. She reached out with her foot and began to rub Tommy's groin. Her heel dug into his balls slightly, making him wince. "I did like your dick, though," She said, pushing down harder with her foot. "Is it tired from fucking so many superbeings? Or does it have one more erection left for me?" Tommy was baffled once again. "F-fuck you," He said, trying to be defiant. "You make me sick. I"ll never get ha-" "You're hard already," Supergirl-Prime pointed out. Tommy looked down and realized she was right; his stupid cock had responded to her foot massage and was sticking out from his pants. "Goddammit," He muttered. Supergirl-Prime yanked Tommy down flat on the floor and pulled down his suit pants. His dick stood up straight, at attention, and Supergirl-Prime smiled as she straddled him. Pulling her panties to the side, she began to taunt Tommy. "Is this what you want?" She asked, pressing her pussy lips against the tip of his dick. "Even knowing how eeevil I am, you still want your dick in my pussy?" "...Fuck you," Tommy said, still defiant. His cock began to ache. Supergirl-Prime smiled sickedly at him. She sunk down onto his cock, making Tommy groan. He had forgotten how tight she was and he could feel his dick quivering inside her. "Does that feel good?" Supergirl-Prime asked. Tommy closed his eyes and looked away from her, trying to forget who was making him feel like this. "Good," Supergirl-Prime said, smiling openly now. "Now tell me how this feels." Supergirl-Prime suddenly rose up and then crashed down on Tommy's cock. Tommy's eyes shot open and he screamed as he heard a sharp crack from his dick. Supergirl-Prime got off Tommy and stood up; Tommy quickly moved his hands to his dick and screamed again. "You... you broke my dick!" Tommy screamed. "Ahh fuck, MY FUCKING DICK!" Supergirl-Prime walked towards Luthor as Tommy writhed on the ground, his hands cradling his broken cock. "Was that really necessary?" Luthor asked Supergirl-Prime. She shrugged in response. The two walked towards the portal, admiring it. "With this, we control every universe," Luthor said. "The only thing that can destroy, make, or influence universes now rests in our hands." "My fucking dick!" Tommy was screaming. "Yes, it does," Supergirl-Prime said. "Now let's destroy them." "Yes, le- wait, WHAT?" Luthor said, shocked. "What are you doing? DON'T DO THAT!!" But it was too late; Supergirl-Prime took two large strides towards the portal and punched it as hard as she could. The liquidish solid cracked. "Noooooo!!" Luthor was yelling, trying to restrain Supergirl-Prime. She effortlessly tossed him across the Batcave, sending him skidding into the Batmobile. She turned back towards the portal and gave one final swing. The portal smashed and suddenly everything went purple. Reality itself seemed to crack and Tommy, broken and defeated, could only think one thing as the world around him crashed down: 'My dick hurts.' Let's Be Batman Pt. 51 Purple. All Tommy could see was purple. He was floating silently, surrounded by purple. He wasn't afraid; no, he wasn't really feeling anything at all. He could scarcely move but, strangely nothing in his body hurt. He gazed around languidly at his surroundings. The purple swirled around Tommy as if it was a liquid, but he moved through it as if it was air. Tommy gazed unconcerned off into the distance, wondering if there was anything beyond the purple. But there was nothing; no Supergirl, no Luthor, no Batman, no end of the world. Only purple. "I do not wish to be around purple anymore," Tommy thought to himself, and suddenly he felt himself begin to rush forward at a quick pace, gaining and gaining in speed as he hurtled head-first through the air. He couldn't feel air rushing by his body or his clothes (Tommy now noticed that he was naked; he couldn't remember what he had been wearing before) but he had the unmistakable feeling that he was hurtling through the air. With great effort, Tommy lifted his head and looked up to see where he was going. Far in the distance, Tommy could see the purple was being filtered out: half of it was split off into a brilliant blue and Tommy thought to himself that it was the most beautiful color he had ever seen. The other half was split into a deep dark red and Tommy thought to himself that it was very ugly. Tommy was struck by the indescribable feeling that he wanted to be with the blue. Tommy began to swim as best he could in the purple, trying desperately to get to the blue. But it was not to be; for every stroke he made towards the blue, the inevitable tide drew him off towards the red. If Tommy stroked harder, he was directed towards the red harder. Tommy gasped as he watched the blue fade away and was fully enclosed in this ugly, ugly red. And then Tommy suddenly hit ground. He landed in a heap, hitting his face rather hard into the ground. And, like that, he remembered everything. *** Tommy immediately reached for his groin. "My fucking di... hey..." He said softly to himself. Tommy's dick was... fine? He grabbed it tentatively and winced in preparation for pain but nothing came. Tommy's hands slid tentatively over his cock and balls, feeling for sore spots. Everything seemed to be okay. His dick was fine. "Your dick is fine," Came a cheery voice from behind Tommy. "Well... it's fine here, anyway." Tommy scrambled to his feet and looked behind him, his fists up as if to fight. As Tommy saw who it was, though, his fists quickly dropped to cover his johnson. The voice belonged to a pale young woman clad entirely in black. She had messy black hair and a rather kind face, her mouth slightly open in a friendly smile. She was sitting on the floor with her legs outstretched and crossed, her hands behind her resting on the red ground. She wore a black tanktop and black leather pants, with black gloves and boots that were, you guessed it, white. No wait, black. She waggled her foot as she waited for Tommy to speak. "Who... who are you?" Tommy asked cautiously. He realized his fly was still open and quickly zipped it shut. "Who am I?" The girl asked. She picked herself up off the ground and dusted off her bottom. "Just a friend. Nice to meet you, Tommy." Tommy's eyes narrowed. "How do you know who I am?" He asked. The girl laughed. "I kiiiinda know everything," She said modestly. "Well... almost everything." As she spoke, Tommy noticed that she had a particular tattoo just below her right eye. It was a small curl that extended out from her right eyelid down. It gave Tommy the vague impression that she had been crying. For some reason, the tattoo made him nervous. "Look, this is fucked," Tommy said, getting a little worked up. "I was in an explosion, I woke up here in all this... red shit, and now you're speaking in riddles. Now tell me where the fuck I am or-" "Okay, okay," The girl said. "I'll tell you what's going on but you have to promise not to freak out, okay? Do you promise?" Tommy sighed. "Sure, fine, I promise." The girl took a deep breath. "I'm Death of the Endless," She said. "Nice to meet you." Tommy turned and began to run. "Tommy..." Death called out after him. Tommy ran faster, his feet pounding against the red ground. He ran hard, his breath ragged, an occasional worried gesticulation coming out of him as his terrified feet carried him as far as he could go. His dick flopped with every step, bouncing against his waist. He wasn't sure where he was running to but all he knew was that he didn't want to die. "Tommy," Death said again. Tommy looked behind him to see how much ground he had gained and was shocked to see that he hadn't moved at all. He suddenly realized that he was running in place and that Death was still directly behind him, no matter how many steps he took. He slowly stopped running and considered his situation. "Well... shit," Tommy said. "Yeah," Death responded. Tommy turned back around and tried to stand tall, his hands once against covering his cock. "So... I guess I'm dead, then," He said, trying to process his newfound situation. "So all this red is...?" Death suddenly burst out laughing. "Relax, you're not dead," Death said between giggles. "Sorry, I guess I should have mentioned that to you right off the bat." Death began to laugh again, covering her mouth with her hand. Tommy frowned. "So if I'm not dead, then where am I?" He asked, somewhat annoyed. Death looked around. "Oh, this?" She asked. "This is called The Bleed. It's the ethereal, interdimensional realm that connects your universes..." She trailed off as she saw the blank look on Tommy's face. "It's the thing that prevents your universes from smashing together," She simplified. "Oh," Tommy said, feigning understanding. "I totally know what you're talking about." Death continued. "Or, at least, it did prevent your universes from smashing together. Until the Source Wall was destroyed." Tommy thought back to the events that had led to him getting here. "I guess I really fucked up, huh," He said forlornly. Death gave Tommy a reassuring pat on the shoulder. "Hey, I thought you did a pretty good job as Batman," She said. Tommy stared at her. "I destroyed the universe," He replied. Death thought for a moment. "Yeah, but before that," She said. "And technically, it's EVERY universe. At last count I think there were 5 thousand and-" "Jesus Christ," Tommy said, holding his head in his hands. "Is there anything I can do to fix it?" Death again thought for a moment. "I guess you could try to re-build the Source Wall?" "How do I do that?" Tommy asked, his eyes hopeful for a plan. "No idea," Death replied. "Fuck!" Tommy yelled, and he began to pace around. He suddenly stopped and looked at Death. "Couldn't you do something?" He asked. "Aren't you like, all-powerful or some shit? Can't you snap your fingers and put it all back together?" Death smiled. "It's not really my place to do that," She said. "But all those people are going to die!" Tommy yelled. "Don't you care???" Death shrugged. "Death is death, Tommy," She explained. "Life has a beginning and an end. If this is that end then I'll do my job, just like I've always done." "And then, if everyone is dead?" Tommy asked. Death thought. "Maybe I'll go on a vacation," She said brightly. Tommy swore again and continued to pace, seeming to forget for a moment that he was naked. "So what, I'm just fucked?" He asked irritably. "I just sit here and wait for the universe, no, universes to end?" Death shook her head. "No, you're still alive," She told him. "You'll get a chance to fix things." "I'm still alive?" Tommy said. He considered this for a moment. "Then I can still change things? I need to go back, then! Send me back, please!" "I will," Death replied, "In a little bit." Then she smiled. Tommy looked confused. "Huh?" He said. "Well..." Death began, "I don't spend all my time as Death, you know. Once every hundred years, I spend a day on Earth to learn about the people that I'm spending all my time caring for. You know, how you live, how you spend your time. And everything else that's important to the human experience..." Tommy shook his head. "I have no idea-" Death took a step towards Tommy and he suddenly noticed that she was very close to him. "You humans have a wonderful activity that I, unfortunately, can't partake in when I'm on this plane. I can only do it when a human accidentally stumbles into my realm..." Death ran her finger down Tommy's chest. Tommy thought. "Huh?" He said again. Death sighed. "I can normally only fuck every hundred years, Tommy," She told him. "But since you're here in The Bleed, we have ourselves a loophole." Her hand fell on his hand, just inches from his dick. Tommy thought. And thought. And thought some more." "Ohhhhhhhhh," He said, suddenly understanding. Then he was confused again. "Wait. You want me to fuck you? That seems kinda..." Death began to tug on the straps of her tank top. She lifted them outwards, allowing Tommy to a glimpse down her shirt. He couldn't help but notice. "I mean, it's just that..." Tommy stumbled and he felt his neck get hot. And then Death pulled the straps downward, exposing her impossibly perky breasts. "Eh, what the Hell," Tommy said, mostly to himself. Death jumped onto Tommy, quickly wrapping her arms and legs around him. Her tongue quickly shot inside his mouth, her eyes closed while Tommy's were shot open. Her breasts pushed up against Tommy's chest. Tommy stumbled backwards in preparation for Death's weight to land on him but he quickly balanced himself as he realized she was seemingly weightless. He adjusted himself and put his arms around Death, holding her up in his arms (even though he scarcely needed to). Death's tongue was surprisingly warm as Tommy felt it snake inside his mouth. Her shaggy black hair brushed fell between them. Tommy made out with Death and found that she was a surprisingly good kisser, a fact that he tried not to think about too much. He also tried not to think about where he was, either, because that fact still threatened to break his brain. "Mmm," Death moaned inside Tommy's mouth. She grabbed one of Tommy's hands from behind her back and moved it to her breast; Tommy instinctively squeezed it, causing Death to moan again. Tommy's other hand fell and squeezed Death's ass. Death pulled back her kiss and looked at Tommy dreamily. "That's nice," She purred. "I haven't done that in 63 years." "...That's weird," Tommy replied. Tommy blinked and was startled to see that he and Death's clothes had vanished. He looked down and saw Death's startlingly white skin, soft against his own. He was still holding her and as he looked down between them he could see her pussy pushed against his dick and felt its warmth against his skin. Death followed Tommy's eyes down and smiled when she saw what he was looking at. She said, "You know, I haven't had my pussy eaten in 63 years to- WHOA!" Tommy quickly flipped Death upside down in his arms, her shock white pussy suddenly in his face. She had a small tuft of hair that brushed against Tommy's chin. She was still seemingly weightless in this environment and Tommy held her easily. Without wasting much time, he invaded Death's pussy with his tongue. Death moaned instantly beneath Tommy as he began to lick her pussy with his tongue. It took Tommy a moment to get used to Death's clit being at the bottom of her pussy (what with her upside down and all) but he quickly found his rhythm and began to quickly work his tongue in flicks on her clit. Death, meanwhile, got her bearings as Tommy felt his dick brushing against what he assumed was her forehead. He tried to concentrate on her pussy as he felt a hand slip around his dick and then suddenly he felt warmth envelop his cock as it slipped inside Death's mouth. "Mmmph!" Tommy exclaimed as he struggled to comprehend Death's blowjob. It seemed beyond belief; her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once, slathering every nerve in his dick at the same time. His balls felt Death's upper lip brush against them and he could feel every part of his cock consumed at once. Tommy stood in this bizarre realm, engaged in a standing 69 with the physical embodiment of Death. A normal person would have thought this quite strange but Tommy was no normal person; he was Tommy. He happily enjoyed his blowjob while still trying his best to keep up his pace on Death's pussy. And it was surprisingly easy. Tommy wasn't sure if he had gotten better at eating pussy or what, but he felt none of the familiar pain in his jaw that normally came a few minutes into it. He was able to go full bore the entire time, never once slowing down. And there was something else... 'Is that... is that a meatball sub?' Tommy thought to himself. Death's pussy tasted exactly like his favorite food. He wasn't quite sure how that was possible but it was. Of course, he didn't think about it too hard. He WAS Tommy, after all. Tommy and Death sucked on each other, both of them moaning onto each other. Tommy's nose was wet from invading Death's pussy and his balls were wet as spit dripped down from Death's mouth. Tommy felt a shiver run through Death's spine as he ran a long lick with his tongue along her clit. "Fuck me," Tommy heard from below. (Somehow he had never felt Death's tongue not on his dick but Tommy didn't seem to notice.) He thought on how to best fuck Death but as he blinked he suddenly found Death with her hands on the ground in front of him, the rest of her body floating up in the air. It took him a moment to process it when suddenly he realized: he was going to wheelbarrow Death. 'Okay then,' Tommy thought. Tommy stepped between Death's floating legs as she faced the ground, his slick dick now aching to be inside her. He grabbed her gruffly by the hips, causing her white ass to jiggle wonderfully. Playfully, Tommy slapped it, watching it jiggle again. Death laughed as she spoke. "Fucking stick it in," She mock-demanded Tommy, who was in no mood not to comply. "Whatever you say, Death," Tommy responded, and he shoved his cock deep inside Death's pussy. If Tommy had fucked a more perfect pussy, he couldn't think of one. It wrapped tight around his cock but still allowed him to push in freely. It was wet but not so wet it didn't tug slightly at his dick as he pulled out. Tommy groaned almost immediately and tightened his grip on Death's hips as he bottomed out inside her. Death tilted her head back in a harsh moan, her black hair falling loosely behind her. Tommy marveled at Death's ass as he fucked her. Each time he thrust himself inside Death, her ass would tense up, then ease as he pulled himself backwards. He began to vary his shoves, pushing in just his tip with one thrust and then going all the way to his hilt with the other. Death's ass would vary its tenseness in response; a shallow thrust would cause her ass to tense only a little, while a deep thrust made her ass clench tightly. Liking the look of the tight clench, Tommy began to thrust deeply inside Death. "Is it as good as you remembered?" Tommy asked Death. "Unh!" She responded as Tommy buried himself inside her. "Better," She managed to say. Tommy continued pounding away. He vaguely thought that this might be the last time he got to fuck, depending on the condition of his dick whenever he returned to Earth. The thought made Tommy sad. His thrusting slowed momentarily. "Harder," Death said as she propped herself up with her hands. She began to buck her hips on Tommy's cock, kicking her legs like a frog swimming in water to drive herself backwards into Tommy and taking his dick deep inside. Tommy groaned dug his fingers into Death's ass; he held on for dear life as Death bucked as if trying to throw him off. Tommy had to brace himself to keep from being driven back by Death. It seemed impossible that she could push herself back with so much force but she could. It was almost more than Tommy could take. Death gave one final push back, driving herself all the way to Tommy's hips. Tommy stumbled and finally fell backwards. ...Or rather, it felt like the universe fell as Tommy stayed still. No matter how it happened, Tommy felt weightless and then found himself lying on his back. Death was still on top of Tommy, still facing away, and she turned her upper body around so that she could see Tommy. "Sorry," She said with a smile, "Sometimes I forget that I have unimaginable power when I'm fucking." Death turned back around and began to ride Tommy. She began to move her hips back and forth on Tommy while taking his dick fully inside her. Tommy could feel his cock being yanked back and forth inside Death, distended away from his body as she yanked on it. Deep in Tommy's mind he could feel a horrible sensation in his cock. It was a deep pain, a pain that had ripped through him just a while ago... "Don't think about that," Death said. She placed a hand on the base of Tommy's dick, just at the entrance of her pussy, and Tommy felt the pain vanish from his body. "Oh fuck..." Tommy groaned as he felt the full feeling of Death's pussy enveloped around his dick. He put his head in his hands, almost unable to understand the sensations he was feeling. His whole body shook and his foot kicked uncontrollably as Death continued her unrelenting assault on his cock. Death's hand, meanwhile, had moved up from the base of Tommy's dick. Tommy heard the unmistakable wet sounds of Death's hand flicking her pussy and he felt a drop of moisture land on his leg. She began to moan and seemed to mutter a strange language Tommy didn't understand. Or, rather, languages. Tommy thought he heard a little Spanish, maybe some Arabic, perhaps a smatter of something Asian. She ran through a litany of languages in quick succession as she worked Tommy's cock and massaged her clit simultaneously. Tommy was pulling his hair as Death worked his cock when he heard her voice becoming more and more wild. She leaned back and put one hand on the ground behind her. Tommy instantly felt his dick grind against the wall of her pussy and heard Death squeal as Tommy's cock found her g-spot. She said something that didn't sound like a language on Earth and then her words were replaced by deep, rolling moans. "Ooooohhhhhh!!" Death squealed, her pitch slowly getting higher until it reached a high whine. She yipped softly and Tommy felt a clamping on his cock by Death's pussy. He thought to himself that, no matter how powerful the woman, they generally acted the same when they were about to cum. And then Death came on Tommy's cock. Instantly, Tommy began to see awe-inspiring images in his mind. A flower blooming. The image of a newborn reflected in a dew drop. Wonder Woman's tits. All of these images flew through Tommy's mind while, in the background, he heard Death's orgasmic moans. To Tommy, it was the most incredible series of emotions he had ever experienced. As a butterfly emerged from its cocoon he could feel tears flowing down his face, and as the space shuttle lifted off in front of him he could feel himself convulsing in sobs. For, in this beautiful, beautiful moment, he finally knew what it was like to- "Phew!" Tommy heard Death say as she pulled herself off his cock. She fell onto the ground and turned herself onto her back, breathing heavily. "I haven't cummed like that in a while." She slowly picked herself up and off Tommy's cock, rotating herself around so that she was now facing him. When she saw Tommy's face she looked momentarily surprised. "Oh, right," She said, as if suddenly remembering something. "Probably should have mentioned that you may see some strange things when you're in my pussy." Let's Be Batman Pt. 51 Tommy looked around incomprehensibly and then wiped his eyes of their tears. "That was... I don't..." He stuttered. "Don't worry, you're not the first guy to cry during sex with me," Death said. "I remember this guy, Atilla something. Man, you wouldn't believe such sobbing..." "How long did we...?" Tommy asked. His body was shaking softly. "Oh, I don't know," Death said. "I don't really do that whole time thing the way you all do. Ooh," Death said, as she looked at her bare wrist, "Speaking of time, yours is almost up. You better finish." "Wha...?" Tommy said, as he struggled to comprehend her words. She directed her eyes towards his dick. "Don't you want to cum?" She asked. Most people who had just undergone some sort of life-affirming, transformative event would probably not be able to suddenly cum on the body of the embodiement of Death in the universe. However, Tommy wasn't most people; he was Tommy. Death smiled and brought her hand firmly onto Tommy's cock. She began to pump him quickly, her hand lubricated by her own juices. She squeezed his dick tightly at the base and tugged it upwards, as if trying to milk the cum out of him. "That's it, cum for me," Death cooed at him. She began to jerk Tommy faster, running her hands easily over his cock and his now-bulging head. "All over my tits, that's where I want it," Death said, biting her lip. Tommy arched his hips, trying to direct his cum towards Death's breasts. He could feel that he was close and he closed, his eyes, ready to experience bliss. "I think he's waking up," Death said softly. Tommy's eyes didn't open but he frowned in confusion. "What?" He asked. "I think he's waking up," Death said, but now she said it in someone else's voice. This voice was deep but calm, a man's voice, and it seemed measured and controlled. "About time," A gruffer, more weary voice replied. "What the fuck..." Tommy muttered but then suddenly he felt himself being yanked into the ground. Death waved lazily at Tommy but she was soon gone. He was flying backwards, out of the red and soon was surrounded by black. He felt himself being pulled downwards, a great rushing running through his ears. And then, suddenly, Tommy felt an excruciating pain in his dick. *** "Ahhhhh, FUCK!" Tommy screamed, rolling onto his side and cupping his dick with both of his hands. He felt his face pushing against a pillow but more importantly he felt a horrible pain in his dick, as if his cock had been badly mangled. He tried to breathe through the pain but it seemed to course through him with every pump of his heart. Slowly, agonizingly, the pain began to subside and Tommy gradually began to get a sense of his surroundings. Red still flashed in his eyes, making it hard for him to see, but as his vision came back Tommy became aware that he was lying in a bed. He cast a glimpse at the rest of the room and was vaguely aware that he was in a hospital room of some sort. But mostly he simply lied there writhing in pain, until suddenly the silence in the room was broken. "I'm glad to see you're alright," Came the calm voice. Tommy pulled his head out of the pillow and glanced up at the speaker. As he saw him, Tommy shot up, the pain seemingly gone from his body. "...Superman?" Tommy asked incredulously. "Hi, Tommy. Nice to meet you," Came the reply. Tommy was completely awestruck. He had handled meeting and then fucking Death alright but meeting Superman, THE Superman, had him dumbfounded. All the light in the room seemed to be drawn towards the hero. He stood casually but still seemed to have complete command over everything in the room. Tommy tried to sit up in his bed, instantly embarrassed about his earlier shouts of pain. "But how... how are you here?" Tommy asked. He was starting to get a sense of his surroundings and glanced around the room. He wasn't in the Justice League Watchtower (he could tell because the window didn't show the Earth rotating underneath him) but the room definitely was in the same style; everything was metal and futuristic and very, very expensive. A large computer adorned one side of the room while Tommy's cot adorned the other. A dark shadow was cast in one corner of the room but the rest was brightly lit. Outside the window Tommy could see a balcony and there, beyond, was Gotham City. Tommy was still in Gotham. "I was going to ask you the same thing," Superman had replied to Tommy, bringing him back to attention. "By all accounts you should be dead." Tommy shook his head. "No, I only met Death," He replied. Superman furrowed his brow questioningly as Tommy continued. "But I thought you were caught in a parallel... a different... somewhere weird?" "We escaped," Came a gruff voice from the darkened corner of the room. Tommy looked and, to his surprise, the dark shadow he had noticed earlier had moved. A large, black figure moved slowly into the light and stood beside Superman. "Oh shit..." Tommy muttered as he saw who it was. "Batman." If Superman drew all the light into the room towards him, Batman pushed it all away. Even now, as he stood in the bright light, it was still difficult for Tommy to get a good look at him. His face was a mask and it was hard to tell where his cape stopped and he began. He was terrifying. Tommy vaguely wondered if he was that intimidating when he wore the suit. 'Probably not,' He thought to himself. "Batman and I had gone into the portal to investigate disturbances I had discovered," Superman said. "I was ambushed by the Prime version of Supergirl, somehow freed, and imprisoned. Batman tried to track her down but found himself locked out of this universe. Both locks were broken at the same time. When we returned, we discovered why." "The Source Wall..." Tommy muttered, trying to put it together. Batman and Superman looked at each other confused. "How did you know its name?" Batman asked somewhat suspiciously. "Oh, that's what she called it," Tommy replied. Batman's eyes narrowed. "Who's she?" He asked. Tommy felt unnerved. Would anyone believe him? "Oh, uh... Supergirl-Prime," He said after a moment. "That's what she called it." His lie seemed to work. Batman began to speak. "The Source Wall keeps our universes separate. Its destruction allowed us to return to this universe but it is also what keeps everything else from collapsing into this universe." Tommy nodded, having heard all this before. "So we need to re-build the Source Wall. How do we do that?" Superman, surprisingly, looked somewhat at a loss. "We're not entirely sure," He said. His words hung in the air. Tommy thought it best to change the subject. "Hey, how am I alive?" He asked. "I figured that explosion would have killed me." "You got very lucky," A female voice said as she entered the room. Tommy couldn't believe it. "Barbara!" He said excitedly. "You're alive!" Tommy smiled at the first good news he had discovered since the explosion. Barbara couldn't help but smile back. She saw Batman glance at her and hurriedly tried to suppress her smile. "I managed to make my way into the Clocktower elevator and close it. It protected me from the explosion. Once I managed to free myself, I put out a call to anyone in the area to go look for bodies. You were found floating in the ocean and brought here." Tommy nodded and then looked at Superman. "I guess I should thank you, then," He told him. "Not him," Yet another voice said as it entered the room. She slowly came into the light and- look, it was Wonder Woman. Wonder Woman was there now. She was super tall and gorgeous and was wearing her hot ass outfit. She stood next to the other Justice League heroes, all of them making Tommy feel very small. "Oh," Tommy said meekly. He and Wonder Woman hadn't had a pleasant encounter last time they had met; Tommy felt embarrassed when he saw her judgmental eyes cast themselves upon him. Tommy looked down to escape her gaze and found himself drawn to her tits. He remembered having seen them while fucking Death before and he noticed that they seemed somehow bigger now, more shapely. He remembered how big they had been when his dick had been squeezed between them and- "Ah, fuck!" Tommy said, suddenly feeling sharp pain shooting through his groin. He collapsed onto his side once more, holding his cock, and whimpered softly as his dick pulsed pain through his body. Once again the pain slowly subsided and Tommy was able to pull himself out of the fetal position. He noticed he was sweating. "You were badly injured," Barbara said as she examined a tablet in her hand. "It appears your, uh, penis was... fractured." Superman winced as Barbara spoke the words. Tommy had trouble wrapping his head around the reality of Barbara's words. "My dick's broken?" He said softly. "Can you fix it?" Barbara looked genuinely sad. "If we had gotten to you earlier..." She said sadly. "You've undergone surgery. With a little luck, you'll be able to get an erection in a year or two." Barbara winced as she spoke the words. "A year?!" Tommy suddenly exploded. "Jesus Christ." He put his head in his hands and tried not to cry. The room was silent while Tommy processed his plight. He was fortunate that he didn't hear Wonder Woman mutter, "Serves you right," because he probably would have gotten angry and she would have hurt him. No, Tommy was too busy going through the stages of grief. He quickly landed on one stage: anger. "I'm going to kill that bitch," He said to himself. Supergirl-Prime had taken something far more valuable to Tommy than his life and he was going to make her pay dearly. Tommy struggled to the end of the bed and tried to lift himself up. Superman moved impossibly quickly and put a light hand on his shoulder. "You should rest," He said gently. Tommy tried to lift himself up against Superman's hand but found that he couldn't move. "We need to find Supergirl-Prime," Tommy said. "She's the key to repairing the Source Wall." "WE will find her," Batman said. "Your part in this story is over." Tommy stared in confusion at the caped crusader. "What?" He asked. "I'm going to help." Batman grunted, which Tommy assumed was his attempt at a laugh. "I think you've done quite enough," He said. "I've been reviewing my files of your handiwork. It's a wonder Gotham City is still standing with you as its protector." "What are you talking about? I think I did a pretty good job," Tommy said defiantly. Batman's eyes narrowed. "Well, for starters, you managed to allow a mass criminal conspiracy to form around you and lure you into a trap that allowed them to break a hole in the universe, dooming our entire planet." Tommy thought. "Yeah but before that I did pretty well." "And," Batman continued, "You fucked every villain in Gotham and half the heroines. Some of whom..." He looked at Barbara's reddening face, "Were irreparably harmed by your actions." Tommy was silent at this. "Oh yeah," Batman said, his voice rising, "And you murdered someone in cold blood! AND you got semen all over every last one of my Batsuits, you little-" "Batman, please," Superman said, holding his hands up for calm. "I'm sure Tommy here was only trying his best. We both made mistakes when we were starting out, right? His heart was in the right place." Superman looked down at Tommy, smiling in understanding. "He fucked Lois, Clark," Batman said simply. "I'LL KILL YOU!!" Superman yelled and Tommy suddenly felt hands throwing him across the room. He slammed against the wall opposite and he crashed to the ground. Before his body could process this new pain he felt hands on his throat and saw Superman's red eyes glaring down at him. Superman applied light pressure and Tommy's airway was completely shut off. His eyes were full of spots and he felt himself slipping away. "That enough!" Tommy heard a voice yell and Superman's hands were removed from Tommy's throat. He coughed harshly while he tried to breathe. As he came to, he managed to look up and saw that Wonder Woman had pulled Superman off of him. "We all made mistakes," Wonder Woman told Superman. "If you hadn't gotten caught and if Batman hadn't put this idiot (she pointed at Tommy) in the Batsuit and if BOTH of you had simply trusted the rest of the Justice League, none of this would have happened!" There was a heavy silence in the air. Superman seemed to alternate between anger at Tommy and shame at his outburst. Wonder Woman was angry at pretty much everyone. And Batman seemed defiant but also smart enough to know not to mess with Wonder Woman at this particular moment. It was Barbara who finally broke the silence. "Umm..." She said rather uncertainly. It struck Tommy as odd; she had always been so confident when it was just him around. "I've been running a few diagnostics tests and I think I can tell where Supergirl-Prime might be " Wonder Woman's eyes softened slightly. "Let's go take a look, then," She said, beginning to follow Barbara out of the room. She stopped when she noticed Batman & Superman weren't following her. "I SAID, let's go take a look." Batman scowled at her. "We'll be there in a minute," He said acidly. Wonder Woman's eyes flashed for a moment but she didn't press it. She left the room and the door closed behind her. Tommy suddenly came to the realization that he was quite vulnerable as the two heroes turned to face him. Neither seemed too happy. "You're a disgrace," Batman told Tommy. "Superman, get him out of here." Tommy's eyes widened. "But I can help! Please, just let me-" Batman snapped, cutting Tommy off. "This is a hero's job. And YOU are not a hero," He said acidly. Tommy tried to think as he looked back and forth between the two uncaring heroes. "You know, you guys are way bigger dicks than I thought you'd be," He said finally. Batman looked at Tommy, giving him a motion with his thumb. Superman walked over, grabbed Tommy by the scruff of the neck, and yanked him up into the air. "Your days of being Batman are over," Superman said without his usual calm. Tommy was through the door to the patio and up into the air before he could comprehend what was happening to him. All he could see now were the fading lights of Gotham City as he was carried off into the night. *** "You did WHAT?!" Barbara said with disbelief. Barbara had been running a diagnostic scan, seeing "He's gone," Batman said simply. "Don't worry, he won't be interfering anymore." "Wonder Woman's not going to like this," Barbara told Batman. "When she gets back from her scouting trip she's-" "Wonder Woman's been compromised," Batman said. "You all were. None of you were thinking rationally. It's obvious that none of you can keep things together without me." "But Bruce..." Barbara ran through many mixed emotions at once. "Batma.. I mean, Tommy actually did do some good, Bruce. I mean-" "Decision's made, Batgirl," Batman said, ending the discussion. "Now we need to try to fix this mess. I want a full diagnostic on Gotham within the hour." Batman stood up stiffly from his chair and turned to walk out of the room. As he was about to exit, he stopped. "You know, it's really too bad about what happened to you," Batman said. "Really, you think so?" Barbara asked with a hint of hopefulness in her voice. "Sure," Batman replied. "You were just starting to get useful." And then he turned and walked out of the room. Barbara sat in her wheelchair, somewhat dumbstruck. She knew that she needed to get started on her diagnostic right away if she was to have it finished in time. But first, she activated a tracker. And, as she watched it travel quickly over the Atlantic Ocean, she picked up the phone. "Tatsu, this is Barbara," Barbara said. "I need you to find someone for me." *** *FWOOM Tommy soared through the air at a blinding speed. His eyes were so full of tears from the rushing wind that he had long lost track of where he was or where he was going. All he could see was the red flapping of a cape as Superman carried him off to somewhere that wasn't Gotham. After what seemed like an eternity, Tommy felt Superman and himself lowering through the air. They descended quickly and Tommy could just make out his feet above him as they headed almost straight down through the air. Finally, Superman slowed and straightened himself up. And then, without warning, he let Tommy fall. Tommy yelled in surprise as he fell towards the ground. He didn't fall very far, maybe 10 feet, and he landed with a heavy thud. Picking himself up off the ground, Tommy looked up angrily at his kidnapper. "What the fuck, dude?!" Tommy said. Superman stared down at him looking somewhat conflicted. "Just stay out of trouble," Superman said. "And," He said, his eyes flashing red for a moment, "Stay away from Lois." And then Superman lifted straight up into the air and into the night sky. Tommy picked himself up and wiped dirt off his bare ass. Wrapping his gown tightly around himself to protect against the cold, Tommy looked for any sign of where he was. Suddenly, Tommy heard a familiar whooshing sound return. He looked up into the sky and saw Superman returning. Superman stopped, once more 10 feet above Tommy. He grimaced and seemingly came to a decision about something. "Look, there's a town to the East of here," Superman told him. "If you go there I'm sure you can find somewhere to stay. Just... just lay low until this blows over. Once it does, I'll see if I can't convince Batman to let you come back to Gotham." Superman once again blasted off and Tommy heard a faint boom as he reached supersonic speeds and disappeared into the sky. 'Well, this sucks,' Tommy thought to himself. He was completely lost. His dick was irrevocably broken. And he was no longer Batman. Tommy wasn't sure which of these bothered him the most. Probably the dick thing, he decided. 'I wish I had died,' Tommy thought. But still, he wasn't quite ready to give up, if only to spite Batman and Superman and even Wonder Woman. Despite what they thought, Tommy knew that he could help stop what he felt responsible for starting. He hadn't gone through Hell or wherever he had gone to) just to give up now. He was going to fix this. Of course, it would have been easier if he had actually gone East... Let's Be Batman Pt. 52 "I don't think this was East," Tommy muttered to himself. He had been walking for approximately 3 hours, give or take, and he had not run into a town. He also hadn't run into a person or a car or goat or anything at all, really. The sky was dark and Tommy reasoned that it was the middle of the night, wherever he was. He kept assuming that he had walked so far that he might as well keep going and would eventually run into something, but, well, that hadn't worked out. 'I'm so dumb,' Tommy thought. He looked as dumb as he felt, walking through this strange forest clad only in a hospital gown. The air kept brushing against his exposed ass, causing him to stop and re-tie his gown. He was almost glad he hadn't run into anyone yet. As Tommy walked, he tried to figure out where he was. He hadn't come to a sign or a marker in his travels to give him a clue as to where he was. And as he walked he noticed that the ground was getting rockier and there was the unmistakable feeling that he was walking uphill. Tommy frowned. 'Well, might as well keep going,' He figured. Tommy stopped and re-tied his gown once more. As he did so, he finally mustered up the courage to do something he had been meaning to do since he had awakened. Tommy took a deep breath and slowly lifted his gown to the side, exposing his front. "Jesus Christ..." He said with horror. Tommy's dick was heavily bandaged but even through that he could tell that it was gross. A long bruise extended from underneath the bandages out to his hips and the dick itself... well, it appeared to have an extremely odd bend to it. Tommy gingerly touched his bandaged cock and immediately winced. He wished he hadn't done that. Tommy swore and dropped his gown. He suddenly didn't feel like walking anymore and sat down on a nearby rock. He leaned forward and put his head in his hands. "What am I going to do...?" He asked aloud. Tommy loved his dick; he legitimately loved it more than anything in the world. Without it, he was nothing. He could take losing Gotham City, he could take losing the Batman suit, but his dick? As Tommy lamented his fate, he glanced up and saw that he was coming to a seeming dead end. A large mountain loomed ahead of him, high and fierce. It extended far off to the right and to the left there was a cliff. Tommy looked at the perilous rocks that dotted the mountain's side, then at his already sore bare feet. He winced. "Fuck," He said. He began to look from side-to-side, hoping to find a way around. It seemed hopeless until Tommy spied a narrow pathway that extended around the left side of the mountain. He walked over to it, surveyed it, and gave a long whistle. There was indeed a pathway to the side of the mountain, but it was incredibly narrow. On one side, the high sheer face of the mountain. On the other, nothing. The pathway ran along the edge of the cliff. Tommy glanced nervously over the cliff, noting that there was seemingly no bottom. "Fuck it," He figured. He'd give it a shot. His dick was already broken so if he fell then no big loss, he thought blackly. Tommy took a deep breath and then stepped out onto the cliff face. The pathway was narrow, so narrow that Tommy couldn't quite walk normally on it. He had to turn to the side and shimmy his feet from side-to-side to traverse the narrow outcropping. He put his face to the rock, as he was not eager to look out over the cliff while he shimmied. 'Hey, this isn't so bad,' Tommy thought. He was making surprisingly good time around the cliff and the ground, while narrow, seemed pretty firm. The only thing that bothered him was the wind; it tore at him, as if trying to throw him off the cliff. Tommy stopped during one particularly rough blast and hugged the cliff. As the wind passed, he cautiously began to move once again. Tommy shuffled again and again, bypassing the huge mountain to get to the other side. He was feeling particularly proud of himself; so proud, in fact, that he stopped being so cautious and began to move more quickly along the pathway. He was moving well and even the wind had begun to die down as if it had recognized that it had been defeated. He thought he could see the end of the pathway through the dark and, in his excitement, failed to notice that a rock jutted out just below waist level from the cliff face. Tommy shuffled past it and suddenly felt the rock painfully come into contact with his damaged dick. "Ah, fuck!" Tommy yelled as pain emanated from his dick. He instinctively grabbed his dick with both hands, taking them off the mountain side, and the wind seized the opportunity to gust Tommy off the cliff. Too late Tommy realized his predicament and he tried to grab the cliff face. He came up with only air, though, and he felt himself falling off the pathway and into the dark. But then, suddenly, Tommy's falling was arrested and he felt a tugging on his arm. He looked up and was surprised to see... a ninja? "What the fu-" Tommy began to say. "Don't move," The ninja said in a soft accent. As they spoke, Tommy was surprised to find that it was a woman who had saved him. She was clad in red and had a yellow sash tied around her waist that flapped in the breeze. A yellow cloth was thrown over her head, protecting her face from the wind. She wore a domino mask on her face that made her eyes narrow and sharp. The ninja pulled Tommy up surprisingly easily and he quickly fastened himself to the wall, tilting his body to avoid getting pierced in the dick again. "Let's go," She said to Tommy, directing him back the way he had just come. Tommy realized that she had followed him. "But I'm going the other-" Tommy began to say when suddenly the ninja was gone. She moved much faster than Tommy, as if she were barely having to balance at all. Tommy yelled into the darkness and began to move as fast as he felt could safely go back the way he had come. *** Tommy collapsed onto the cot inside the well-worn shack he had been led to, thankful to finally be off his feet. Once he had been led off the pathway, he had been marched for another hour. His guide was not the best walking partner; Tommy had tried to initiate conversation numerous times, only to be met with silence or a one-word answer. The woman didn't tell Tommy where they were going, who she was, or why she had saved him. She had only spoken to lead Tommy away from the numerous cliffs, holes and assorted poisonous plants he had almost walked off of or into. Tommy had finally given up making conversation and was content to trudge behind this ninja through the dark. His eyes had been naturally drawn to the large sword on the ninja's back. It was long and Tommy imagined it had to be wielded with two hands. As Tommy looked at it he could have sworn the sword whispered; he shook his head and dismissed it as the wind playing tricks on him. As they walked further back into the forest, Tommy's eyes fell from the sword and onto the ninja's ass. It was partially obscured by the sash around her waist but he could still see her round ass sway as she walked. Tommy watched the red fabric on her ass stretch and slacken with every move of her legs. Stretch, slacken, stretch, slacken, stre- "Ow!" Tommy said. The ninja stopped and looked back implacably at him. "Are you hurt?" She asked. "No, I just... I'm fine," Tommy said. He carefully adjusted his aching dick and tried to focus on anything but the ninja's ass. Finally, Tommy and his guide had made it to their destination. The shack was small but cozy; a fire had already been roaring when Tommy had entered. Tommy laid back on the cot and cracked his back, taking care not to slap his cock against his body while he did so. The ninja, meanwhile, removed the cloth from around her head and shook out shoulder-length hair. She removed her mask and placed it on a mantle in the corner of the shack. Then she gently lifted her sword and scabbard from around her body and bent over to place it reverently in a case. Tommy watched and then winced. Finally, the ninja turned and faced Tommy, looking at him without giving any clue as to her opinion of him. She looked Japanese, Tommy thought, and she had a sternness to her face that made her somewhat intimidating. She was still quite beautiful, though, a fact that Tommy tried not to notice. Tommy sat at the edge of the cot and looked up, still rather unsure of who this person was who had saved him. Uncertainly, he began to speak. "Thank you for saving me back there," Tommy said. "I was dropped off here, wherever here is, and I was just trying to find out where-" "I know," The ninja said suddenly. "You are Tommy and you have been abandoned here in Markovia by forces far greater than yourself." Tommy started. "How do you know who I am?" He asked. "You are alone but you are not without friends," The ninja said. "Barbara Gordon called and asked me to find you." "Barbara...?" Tommy said, contemplating this. It made him feel better to know that he had not been abandoned by EVERYONE he had met while Batman. "And who are you?" Tommy asked. "Were you trained as a ninja by Ra's Al Ghul, or...?" The ninja seemed offended. "I am NOT a ninja," Said the not-a-ninja. "I am a samurai. You can call me Katana." "Oh," Tommy said meekly. "Sorry. Anyway, thank you for saving me." Katana shook her head and directed Tommy to lie down. "Enough talking," She said. "You need to rest. You have suffered much, Tommy, and we much to do to heal you." Tommy looked confused for a moment. "Heal me?" He said. "Oh... so you know about my, uh..." He looked down at his dick. "Do not fear," Katana said. "I have access to medicine that has not yet reached the Western world. Now rest." Katana stepped to the door and disappeared into the dark. Tommy watched the door for a few moments, as if expecting Katana to reappear at any moment. Then he shrugged and lied down on the cot. He was asleep before he had realized that he was tired. *** Tommy awoke to a stinging, acrid smell in his nostrils. He scrunched his nose and turned onto his side, as if that would get him away from the smell. The smell continued, though, and Tommy slowly opened his eyes. He squinted as the morning Sun brightened the room. Tommy scrunched his nose again and coughed slightly. 'What was that smell?' He wondered. And then, as Tommy realized where the smell was coming from, he threw off the thin blanket on the cot and stared in horror. The smell was coming from Tommy's dick. Tommy was shocked to see that he was now naked. He didn't remember taking off his surgical gown the night before but now it was folded neatly over a chair in the center of the room. His dick, meanwhile, was no longer heavily bandaged; instead, it was covered in a thick, foul-smelling black goop. "Ugh," Tommy said with disgust. The goop was smeared on his dick and it gave off a slight stinging sensation. Tommy was confused and mortified at the same time. He moved his hand to touch the goop tentatively when he heard a call from the corner of the shack. "Don't touch it," Katana said. She was kneeling by the fire, stirring something in a pot. "Let the medicine work." Tommy quickly covered himself again with the blanket and questioned Katana. "It smells disgusting," Tommy said. "What is it?" "Something that will help," Katana replied. She ladled whatever it was in the pot into a bowl and carried it over to Tommy. "Here," She said, holding it out to him. "Eat this." Tommy took the bowl and sniffed it suspiciously. "This smells terrible, too," He muttered. "Eat it," Katana said again, this time sounding somewhat annoyed. "Do you have a spoon, at least?" Tommy asked. Katana shot Tommy a look and he shrunk in response. Tommy slowly brought the soup-like substance up to his lips and slowly drank. Surprisingly, it wasn't that bad. It smelled awful, sure, but it had a sweet taste. Tommy felt his body warming as he began to gulp down the liquid. He felt rejuvenated almost instantly. "Hey, that's not bad," Tommy said, smacking his lips. "Good," Katana replied, "I had to use an assortment of spices to hide the horse penis." Tommy stopped in mid-slurp. "Keep eating if you want to heal yourself," Katana demanded. Tommy weighed his options (eating horse penis versus never getting to use his dick again) and finally continued slurping down Katana's soup. When he had finished, Tommy put the bowl by his side. "Thanks, I guess?" He told Katana. She nodded in reply. She took a seat on the chair in the middle of the room, facing Tommy. "So..." Tommy said. He felt like Katana expected to talk, but she never said anything. An awkward pause filled the air. "So..." Tommy said again. "...How are things?" He winced slightly, aware of the stupidity of his question. Katana looked blankly at Tommy. "The world is on its head," She replied. "Strange things are happening everywhere. No one is sure of what is happening. And it's only getting worse." "Oh..." Tommy said. "Fuck." He ran his hand through his hair. "This is all my fault," He told Katana. "Did Barbara tell you that? I was Batman for a while and-" "I know," Katana interrupted. "You do?" Tommy asked. Katana nodded. "Yes," She responded. "But do not worry about that now. We all make mistakes. Someone wise once told me, 'It is how we recover from our failures that matters, not that we failed.'" Tommy frowned. "What idiot said that?" He asked. "Batman did," Katana replied. "Oh," Tommy said. He thought for a moment. "So you knew Batman?" He asked. "I've only met him once and he seemed like kind of a dick." Katana began to speak and then closed her mouth. She considered her words. "Batman used to believe that the world could only be saved by those who had been abandoned by it," Katana said. "He once recruited us, the abandoned, the lost, the outsiders, to become a force for good. But somewhere along the way, he lost sight of that. Now the only person who can save the world is himself." Tommy considered this. "...So he's a dick," Tommy said. Katana shrugged. "He is Batman," She said simply. Katana stood up, as if to indicate that their conversation was now over. "You need to rest and then let the medicine do its work," She told Tommy. "You have an arduous journey ahead and you will need your strength." Tommy looked at her quizzically. "What 'arduous journey?'" He asked. Katana actually smiled slightly. "You're going to have to try to get an erection." *** Tommy had never thought that getting an erection would be hard. (Haha.) His whole life he had been getting erections, whether he wanted to or not. But now... "Fuck!" Tommy said, as he leaned back in his cot. Sweat dripped down his brow and he had to work to unclench his teeth. He stared down at his limp, goop-covered dick with anger. For almost a week, Tommy had undergone the same routine: wake up, eat horse dick, try to get an erection, fall asleep, repeat. Katana busied herself around her shack, sometimes leaving on secretive missions that kept her away for hours at a time, returning with fresh herbs and other assorted medicines. She'd prepare Tommy some sort of concoction and Tommy would drink it and then she'd leave and Tommy would think about Black Canary's mouth wrapped around his dick but all he would feel was pain. Katana entered the shack as Tommy wiped his brow, carrying a fresh batch of herbs. Tommy looked at them with derision. "More plants?" He asked. "A whole lot of good they do." Katana dropped the herbs by the fire and eyed the area under the blanket where Tommy's dick was. "Nothing?" She asked, frowning. "Nope," Tommy said. "It's been a week of this shit and nothing." "We'll keep trying," Katana said. "What's the point," Tommy said, rolling over onto his side away from Katana. "I'm broken." Tommy felt Katana sit on the bed next to him. "The worst thing you can do is lose hope," She told him. "No matter how bleak things seem, there is always light." "Why are you even helping me?" Tommy suddenly asked, turning and facing Katana. "What are you getting out of this?" Katana seemed to look past Tommy. "We have all made mistakes in our past that have caused us to suffer greatly," She said. "We should do whatever we can to help others through their suffering." Tommy realized what Katana meant by this. "I'm sorry, I-" He stuttered. Katana lifted herself off the bed. "I must make a journey that will take me several days," Katana said. "You will have to prepare your own meals for a time. Make sure you apply your medicine every morning and I shall return when I can." She walked to her corner and began putting on her battle attire, slinging her scabbard over her shoulder. "Wait, what do you-" Tommy said. "Goodbye," Katana said simply, and then she was out the door. Tommy once again watched the door and then quickly drifted off to sleep. *** It must have been 3 days since Katana had left, Tommy figured. They were long days for him. Normally, if he were left by himself for a few days, he would have passed the time by... well, you know. Now, without that option open to him, Tommy had nothing to do. Finally, on the morning of the 4th day, Katana returned. Tommy had washed himself as best he could and was just about to re-apply the black goop to his still-bruised dick when the door swung open and Katana walked in. Tommy gasped. Katana's hair was wild and her suit was covered in grime and blood and dirt. She was limping slightly. And in her hand, she carried a single flower. "Jesus, what happened?" Tommy said. Katana held up her hand for quiet and limped over to her corner. She removed her scabbard and mask, returning them to their rightful places. Then she limped over to Tommy, who was sitting on his cot. In his surprise, he had forgotten to cover himself and his broken cock hung limply between his legs. Katana held up the flower to Tommy. It was rather small, with splashes of pink and white on its petals. "This flower has amazing healing properties," She told him. "It is said that the nectar that resides inside these petals can cure almost any physical damage when applied topically." "Really?" Tommy said, looking somewhat skeptically at the small flower. Katana nodded. Tommy considered this. "Fine," He said, rubbing his eyes. Might as well try one more weird ass remedy, he figured; he had already tried all the other ones. "What do I have to do?" Tommy asked. "Do we need to grind it up or burn it or what?" Katana shook her head. "No, this flower is special," She said. "Its medicinal properties must be applied topically with saliva." "Huh?" Tommy asked. He had no idea what that meant. Katana, though, soon showed him. She held the flower up and then suddenly stuck it in her mouth. Then, dropping to her knees, she quickly and expertly put Tommy's limp cock in her mouth. "Hey, what the... fuck..." Tommy muttered as he felt Katana's lips, her tongue, and the flower all wrap around his dick at the same time. Tommy leaned back, resting on his elbows as the samurai expertly sucked on his sword. Katana used her tongue to rub the flower all along Tommy's dick. Since he was limp she could easily take all of him in her mouth and she did so repeatedly. She breathed harshly through her nose as her hot tongue snaked all around Tommy. The back of her throat just pressed against the tip of Tommy's cock, causing her eyes to roll into the back of her head slightly. Tommy was feeling many different emotions at once. Bewilderment was the primary one; he wasn't quite sure what the fuck was going on. Pleasure, sure; the black goop had apparently worked enough that he could apparently feel the nerves of his cock as they were pleasured orally. But there was still pain and it mounted each time a fresh pump of blood was sent into Tommy's cock. Let's Be Batman Pt. 52 Katana popped Tommy's dick out of her mouth and stroked it as best she could. It was still limp and Katana's hand tugged it roughly back and forth. "Is it working?" Katana asked. Her speech was somewhat garbled by the flower still in her mouth. Tommy gritted his teeth. "It... it hurts," He said, breathing heavily. "I don't... I don't..." Katana spat on Tommy's dick and put him back in her mouth. She redoubled her efforts now, gripping Tommy by the base of his shaft with her thumb and forefinger and thrashing Tommy's dick with her tongue. The flower was now soaking wet and Tommy couldn't seem to feel a difference between it and Katana's tongue anymore. Katana rolled her tongue on Tommy's dick and Tommy could feel the bottom of her tongue run against the top of his cock's head. Tommy leaned all the way back, his hands in his hair, and a grimace twisted on his face. The pain and the pleasure were battling inside him and Tommy wasn't sure if he could survive finding out who would be the victor. Luckily, Tommy soon proved himself wrong. "Mmm!" Katana moaned in surprise around Tommy's cock. Tommy lifted his head up and looked down his body at her. "Oh shit!" He said excitedly when he saw why Katana had been surprised: the bruising around his dick was disappearing. Vanishing, actually, before their very eyes. Tommy watched in amazement as the thick, blotchy bruises slowly turned back to his normal skin color. The pain, too, slowly dissipated and Tommy could feel his cock begin to slowly grow inside Katana's mouth. As the pain went away, Tommy was almost overwhelmed by the intense pleasure he was feeling from his cock. It was like it was exploding with joy at finally being free to grow once again and Tommy gripped the cot tightly to cope with the sensation. His dick got harder and harder and Tommy could have almost cried with relief and happiness and excitement. "It's so big," Katana whispered as she popped Tommy's dick out of her mouth. She jerked it quickly with one hand while her hand disappeared beneath her. Tommy heard a rip and then Katana fell backwards onto the floor. Her legs were in the air and Tommy could see that she had created a hole in her suit. She beckoned him towards her with a single finger. Tommy hopped off the cot and stared downwards in delight. Katana probably thought Tommy was staring at her but really he was staring down at his turgid dick. It was just how he remembered it and Tommy looked at him like an old war buddy once thought killed in action. His dick seemingly bounced, as if to say, "Hello, friend! I made it out! I'm okay!" Tommy fought back tears. Dropping down between Katana's legs, Tommy eagerly placed his dick at Katana's slit. His dick was slick with magic flower juice and Katana's spit and as Tommy pushed forward he found himself sliding in easily. Katana loudly moaned and wrapped her legs around Tommy, pulling him in deeper. Tommy didn't waste any time, quickly thrusting inside Katana. She didn't seem to mind and began to moan enthusiastically. All of her quiet serenity seemed to wash away as she took Tommy's dick. She pushed Tommy in deeper with her legs and her hands quickly began running through her hair as Tommy fucked her. Tommy had never been happier in his entire life. It was like fucking for the first time and every ripple inside Katana's pussy filled him with glee. He didn't care that he was on the floor of a shack in God know's where, that the woman he was fucking hadn't showered in 3 days and had some blood on her suit, that he wasn't Batman anymore. All Tommy cared about was the amazing sensation in his dick. It was all he focused on and all he cared abou- "Oh..." Tommy suddenly said. "Oh no, not ye... oh shit!" Tommy suddenly came back to Earth as he suddenly realized that he had gotten himself too excited too soon. He was cumming. Katana also realized too late what was happening; her eyes shot opened and she yelled, "No!" as the first spurt of cum shot forth from Tommy's dick into her quivering vagina. Tommy groaned and struggled to hold himself up as he orgasmed for the first time in what felt like centuries. His dick may have been broken but his balls had been working fine and now wave after wave of cum shot forth inside Katana. Tommy could hear Katana saying something but he was dead to the world, to anything but the intense orgasm he was experiencing. It was all he could do to keep his heart pumping and remember to breath; any higher brain function than that wasn't working at all. Finally, mercifully, Tommy could feel his shots of cum getting less frequent and intense. He groaned and gave one last shove into Katana, shivering as his dick made its last deposit. He slowly pulled himself out of her and fell backwards, leaning against the cot. He was spent. "Are you kidding me?" Tommy vaguely heard Katana say. He looked up lazily at her. "Son of a BITCH!" Katana said, much louder and angrier this time. She looked down disgustedly at her vagina as Tommy's cum oozed out of her. "I spend a full week getting your dick to work and you cum in me after 30 seconds?! You asshole!" Katana kicked at Tommy and angrily got up off the ground. She seemed almost like a different person now, to Tommy's consternation. Tommy tried to regain his wits. "I thought you did all that to, uh, help me through my suffering or whatever?" He asked dumbly. "I don't give a shit about that!" Katana yelled back. "I knew you had a huge dick and wanted to fuck! And then you blow your load after two fucking pumps? Unbelievable!" Katana began to furiously get her supplies together. She slapped on her mask and threw her scabbard over her shoulder. While she wrapped her yellow shawl around her waist to cover her dripping pussy, she glared at Tommy. Tommy tried to make up for it. "Maybe if you give me like... half an hour, I can-" "Fuck you!" Katana said angrily. "I'm not going to waste any more time waiting on you." Katana angrily walked towards the door and threw it open. Tommy suddenly got worried. "Wait," He called out as Katana disappeared out the door, "I need to get back to Gotham!" "I don't give a shit!" Katana yelled back. Tommy heard her foot stomps slowly disappear and then vanish entirely. Tommy sat leaning against the cot for a time, wondering how his predicament had changed so quickly. He looked down at his tired dick and shook his head. "Thanks a lot, Dick," He said. *** About half an hour later, Tommy had left the cot and had begun walking in... a direction. He knew the way he had taken earlier wasn't East so Tommy figured he had a 75% chance of walking East this time. (Math wasn't his strong suit.) Tommy was once again clad in his hospital gown. This time, at least, Tommy also had a pair of shoes that Katana had left behind in her haste to leave. They were about 3 sizes too small, though, and Tommy had to shuffle through the forest to keep them on. Walking through the forest in the early morning, Tommy was feeling surprisingly upbeat. Sure, he was pretty much in the same situation he had been in a week and a half ago: no Gotham, no Batman, no idea where he was. But his dick worked and Hell, that was something. With his dick finally back to normal, Tommy knew everything was going to be okay. It was at that exact moment that a tranquilizer dart stuck into Tommy's neck. *** "Ugh, fuck," Tommy said as he groggily came to. He moved his hands to rub his aching head but found that his hands were clasped behind his back. As Tommy moved his hands around, he realized they were handcuffed. "Where the fuck...?" Tommy muttered. He looked around to get a sense of his surroundings and discovered that he was in a small brick room. There were only three things in the room: two metal chairs (of which Tommy was handcuffed to one) and a thick metal table in between. Tommy yanked at his cuffs and tried to figure out what was going on. 'I'm in an interrogation room,' He suddenly realized. But why? The answer soon came walking through the one door that led into the room. "Hello, Mr. Naylor," Said a small, squat black woman as she came walking into the room. She held a thick file in her hand and she tossed it onto the table. "We've been looking for you for a while." "Who... how do you know my name?" Tommy asked suspiciously. "We know everything about you, Mr. Naylor," The woman replied, nodding towards the file. "You've been very busy." Tommy looked around furtively. "I, uh... don't know what you're talking about?" He lied. The woman frowned. "Mr. Naylor, you're not smart enough to lie to me so please don't," She said matter-of-factly. Tommy guessed that she was right. "We've enlisted you because we need your help," The woman said as she took a seat at the chair across the table." "Enlisted?" Tommy said with disbelief. "Yes, enlisted," The woman said with a certain bite to her words. "You are going to help my team clean up a problem that you yourself created." Tommy furrowed his brow. "What team?" He asked. "Who are the fuck are you, anyway?" "You will be joining Task Force-X. And my name," The woman said, "Is Amanda Waller." Tommy tried to process this. "Task Force X?" He said finally. "Never heard of it." The woman grabbed Tommy's file and began thumbing through it. "Most people call it a different name," She said. "What's that?" Tommy asked, wishing she would just come out with it. The woman, this Amanda Waller, leaned back in her chair. "Suicide Squad," She said. "Suicide Squad?" Tommy repeated. "...Well that doesn't sound very good." Let's Be Batman Pt. 53 "But why do you need me in your... what's it called... Suicide Squad?" Tommy asked. His world was still reeling a little from the tranquilizer dart he had been shot with and he was still having trouble comprehending what he was being told. Apparently there was a secret government organization called the Suicide Squad and he was being pressed into service? The whole thing was bizarre. Of course, it might have been easier to comprehend if he wasn't cuffed to a metal chair in a cold interrogation room while STILL wearing a hospital gown. Tommy's nuts were in his stomach. "Because you know what we're after, Mr. Naylor," Amanda Waller, Tommy's apparent kidnapper, told him. The frumpy, middle-aged woman was somehow intimidating without really trying to be. Tommy couldn't help but shirk when she set her gaze on him. "I do?" Tommy asked. How could he know what they were after? He'd spent the past couple weeks in either a parallel dimension or a secluded mountain shack. "There's no way I-" Tommy began. "Do you remember what Poison Ivy was up to the last time you met?" Amanda Waller asked. Tommy thought. "Oh," He said softly. He had forgotten all about the fact that he had run into Poison Ivy right after she had created a new version of her mind-control compound and had sold it to the highest bidder. Tommy could have pumped Poison Ivy to find out who she had sold it to, but instead he had... well, he had certainly pumped Poison Ivy, at least. In all the commotion, Tommy had forgotten to pursue that little thread. "Poison Ivy sold her formula to a group called the Science Squad," Waller told Tommy. "With that formula in their hands, who knows what kind of terror they could wreak." Tommy still had questions. "But why do you need me?" He asked. "I don't know shit about science." And why is everything a squad now, Tommy wanted to ask. "Because you have a certain immunity to the formula, through your time as... Him," Waller said. She let the word "Batman" remain unsaid. "And besides, we figured you would be inclined to stop this since you failed to stop it once before." Tommy nodded. She did have a point. He could have stopped this but let his dick get in the way, like he always did. Tommy needed to make amends for his mistakes as Batman; might as well start here. "Okay," Tommy said. "I'll do it." "You were always going to do it, Mr. Naylor," Waller said. "But it's good to know you're motivated." Tommy rolled his eyes. "So what's next?" Tommy asked. "Might as well get this over with." "Not so fast," Waller said. "You will be joining a group of hardened villains. They can't know your real identity or your past dalliance into superheroism." Waller held up her hand and a grunt immediately entered the small interrogation room, bringing with him a set of clothes. On top of the clothes was a confusing helmet that Tommy hadn't seen before. "What's that?" Tommy asked as the grunt placed the clothes on the table and left the room. "This," Amanda Waller said while holding up the helmet, "Was the helmet of a villain just a little before your time. Criminals in Gotham would often find a patsy to wear it so as to distract Batman from who the real power in the heist was. I thought it would be appropriate to be used as your new alias." Tommy glanced at the helmet and frowned. It looked heavy and would probably be even hotter on his head than the Bat-cowl was. And he wasn't sure how useful it would be at protecting his head. And the shiny red color on it would only direct shots towards his head... "So who am I supposed to be, the Red Helmet or something?" Tommy asked. Amanda Waller got up and uncuffed Tommy. He rubbed his wrists and then picked up the helmet to inspect it. "Close," Waller said. "You'll go by the Red Hood." "Red Hood," Tommy repeated. He frowned. "That's dumb." "You'll get used to it," Waller said without interest. "And now, Mr. Naylor, there's one more thing you have to do for me." "What's that?" Tommy asked, looking up. He saw Amanda Waller undoing the buttons on her sports coat. "Nothing big, just a small favor from you," She said, as she finished with the last button. She began to slide the coat off her, exposing her bulbous shoulders. Tommy gulped. Waller folded her coat neatly in half and held it out to Tommy. "Take this to the 3rd door on the left and hand it to the person inside. They'll take it to my office. Then head to the changing room and put on your new suit." "Oh," Tommy said. He had been expecting something else and, for some reason, felt a little disappointed. *** Tommy awoke slowly to the sound of whining engines and a rumbling in his seat. He groggily lifted his head and found it difficult with the extra weight. He came to the realization that he was wearing a helmet around his head. He had a sinking feeling it was red. 'They seriously need to stop tranquilizing me,' Tommy thought. As soon as he had changed into his suit, Tommy had felt a sharp pain in his neck and then nothing. Now, as he woke, he was in a yet another new location, a very noisy one, and one that was randomly bouncing around. Tommy shook his head and tried to get a sense of himself. At least he was wearing normal clothes this time, he figured. In fact, he was actually impressed with the threads Waller had provided him: jeans, a black tactical shirt with some built-in padding (he suspected it could stop a bullet but wasn't that thrilled to test it) and a sweet black leather jacket that wasn't tactical at all but simply cool. And the red helmet he had been provided wasn't all bad, either; Tommy found that it contoured to his face pretty well and he could breathe more or less easily enough. If they hadn't tranquilized him twice in the last few hours, Tommy would have actually liked Amanda Waller and her group. Tommy once again shook his head of cobwebs. As he came to, he managed to take a look around. He soon realized why everything was so noisy and bumpy: he was in the hull of a small military-style airplane. He was up against one wall of the fuselage, in one of the many chairs that lined both sides of the plane's aisle. And, trying his best to focus through all the turbulence, Tommy noticed that some of the other seats were occupied. Tommy heard a soft groan to his left and discovered that someone was sitting just a few seats down from him. It was a very pale woman dressed in a dark blue dress that slid tantalizingly up her thigh. She had a large dark blue mask on that was partially obscured by the long black hair falling in front of her face. The woman shook her head and then noticed Tommy staring at her. "Always an adventure," She said with a small smile on her lips. "Alright, you apes, listen up!" Came a call from the front of the plane. Tommy glanced up groggily in the direction of the voice and was immediately annoyed. The man who was doing the yelling looked like a cartoon of a military man. He was tall and ridiculously broad-shouldered, with a blonde crew cut and a chin that could cut glass. He had ludicrous muscles all over his person and they were squeezed inside a yellow turtleneck. Tommy instantly disliked the man. "Now we all know our mission!" The man was yelling. Tommy imagined he would have yelled like that even if the plane hadn't been roaring. "We're here for the reason we're always here: because the US fuckin' A need to stop some SCUM and you lowlifes are the only people expendable enough to get sent in for the job! Now mount up!" Tommy stifled a laugh. Was this guy serious? He was glad when the guy across from him piped up. "Oy," The man said, because the man was apparently Australian and that's what Australians say, "Put a fookin' cork in it, Flagg," The man said. He held his head and then reached inside his thick leather duster for something. As he did, Tommy could see that he had a ton of what looked like knives strapped to him. The man pulled out a pack of smokes and lit one up. He took a deep drag and then breathed it out slowly. The military man glared at the ruffian and then directed his eyes towards the dark-haired woman near Tommy. "Nightshade," The military man said, "Get our fresh meat ready to go!" The woman, Nightshade, looked Tommy's direction. "Welcome to Task Force-X!" She yelled over the whine of the engine. "I'm Nightshade and I'll be your attendant on this flight!" She stuck out her hand and Tommy took it uncertainly. The man across gave Tommy the once over and then spoke towards Nightshade. "I wouldn't bothah, Nighty," He said, "This one ain't gonna last long." He smirked and took a drag on his cigarette. Nightshade rolled her eyes. "Don't mind him," She said. The man now spoke to Tommy. "So what's your talent, son?" He asked. "My what?" Tommy replied, confused. The man looked at Tommy annoyed. He had a hard face and it was now set in stone. "Your talent, son!" He repeated. "I'm a boomerang man, meself." He held open his coat and Tommy could now see that the knives were actually boomerangs, sharp metal boomerangs. It seemed like an odd talent to Tommy but he wasn't going to say anything. "And Nightshade over here can do things with shadows. What about you?" "Oh," Tommy said, I'm, uh... really good at fucking." The boomerang man looked at Tommy for a second and then his mouth split open wide in a disturbing smile. "You're alright, son," He said, laughing at Tommy's joke. Tommy laughed tentatively, not realizing that he had made a joke. Nightshade tugged at Tommy's arm, directing him towards the front of the cabin. "That's Rick Flagg," She said as she pointed at the military man. He was cleaning a gun with the vigor Tommy only reserved for something else. "He's in charge." The boomerang man snorted but Nightshade ignored him. "Over there..." Nightshade pointed towards a demure redhead that was sitting with her back arched and her legs crossed near Rick Flagg. She had a tight pink jumpsuit on and was absent-mindedly flicking her nails. "That's Plastique. She's in charge of explosives." Nightshade noticed Tommy's eyes looking Plastique up and down. "I wouldn't think about it," She said to Tommy. "Captain Boomerang over there made a pass at her once and she set off a small explosive between his legs." "Nuthin' small about it," The good captain interjected while rubbing his groin. The plane suddenly lurched downwards, almost throwing everyone out of their seats. Tommy held onto a strap above him for support. Captain Boomerang lost his cigarette and cursed loudly. And Nightshade looked towards the cabin with a touch of concern. She looked back towards Tommy and tried to smile. "I'll be right back," She said, "I have to go check on our pilot. I have a feeling he has an unwanted visitor." Tommy nodded and watched Nightshade as she stumbled down the ramp towards the cabin. Tommy looked to his right and noticed for the first time a rather meek-looking blonde girl sitting a few seats away. She was dressed simply, in a pink sweater and blue jeans. Tommy smiled at her before remembering he was wearing a helmet. He then leaned towards her. "Hi, I'm To... The Red Hood," Tommy said, extending a hand. The blonde girl reached a hand out and shook Tommy's hand timidly. "I'm June," She said. The girl seemed young, no more than 22 or 23 years old. She looked very out of place among this cast of characters. "I gotta admit, it's nice to know there's one other normal person in this unit," Tommy said to the girl. She blushed and tucked her hair behind her head. "I'm possessed by a magical being that transforms me into a goddess whenever I say a certain word," She said. "...Oh," Tommy said. He tried to think of something to say but couldn't come up with anything. Luckily, he felt the plane dropping and Flagg called out that they were close to landing. Well, "land" was probably the wrong word to use. "Smash" worked better. They crashed heavily against the ground two or three times before finally sticking the landing. Tommy managed to hold on but June was thrown to the ground. Tommy helped her up off the ground and she smiled at him appreciatively. The plan finally taxied to a stop and the engines ceased their whining. Nightshade returned to the hold shaking her head. "I knew we shouldn't let her sit up there," Rick Flagg grumbled. "She does what she wants, anyway," Nightshade responded. Tommy didn't know who they were talking about but it didn't take long for him to find out. "Wow!" Came a high-pitched voice from the cockpit. "Fuck me," Tommy muttered to himself as the owner of the voice stepped into the hold. "What a trip! We were all like VROOOOM and then VREEEOOOOWW and then SCREEECH!" The woman held up her hand to simulate the plane's descent and bumpy landing. "Quiet, Harley," Nightshade said. Tommy was shocked to find that Harley Quinn was the final member of this Suicide Squad. She had once again changed her image; this time she had stark white skin over her entire body (Tommy couldn't tell if it was make-up or her actual skin) and her hair was now black and red, with no blonde. She wore tight black-and-red hot pants with a black-and-red bustier that accentuated her cleavage. Socks went over knees and then halfway up her thigh. She had her familar slightly crazy smile on her face and Tommy was unnerved by the thick baseball bat she was leaning on. "Aww c'mon, Nighty," Harley was replying to Nightshade, reaching up to ruffle her hair, "I'm just excited for the big mission!" "Quiet, everyone!" Rick Flagg said. "And form up so we can review our mission!" Nobody moved. "Alright," Nightshade moved on, "We're here to stop a bunch of scientists from releasing one of Poison Ivy's formulas on an unsuspecting public. We've landed on Oolong Island, their home base, and believe me, they know we're here." "That's right!" Flagg yelled. "That means everyone needs to work as a unit and not as a ragtag group of lowlifes!" Harley raised her hand. "But we are a ragtag group of low-" "Nevertheless!" Flagg interrupted. "No hotdogging! (He looked at Captain Boomerang.) No mistakes! (He looked at Tommy.) No... (He looked at Harley.) ...Whatever the Hell it is you normally do." Harley giggled. "We're going to work as a team! Yeah!" Flagg pumped his fist. No one else did anything. Nightshade took over. "Plastique, you're in charge of disabling perimeter defenses. Harley & New Guy will stick with Rick. Boomerang, do your thing. June, you're with me." "Hey, who is the new guy anyway?" Harley asked. "I've nevah seen 'im before." All eyes turned towards Tommy. He shrank in his seat a little. "I'm, uh..." He cleared his throat and lowered his voice a little. "I'm The Red Hood. Just another dirt bag like yourselves. I work mostly out of Gotham." Everyone nodded. Everyone, that is, except for Harley. Her eyes narrowed slightly. Tommy avoided her gaze. "Red Hood has operational knowledge of Ivy's toxins," Flagg said. "He's our point man once we find them." "Alright, enough whinging about," Captain Boomerang interrupted. "Let's get off our asses 'n get this over with." The rest of the team seemed to agree. They headed off the plane and into Oolong Island. *** As the Suicide Squad approached the compound, Amanda Waller waited impatiently behind the technician as they hacked into Oolong Island's security system. It was delicate work but the technician moved quickly, desperate not to draw Waller's ire. "In yet?" Waller asked. The technician knew that Waller asked only once if you had completed a task and then you were done in her unit. The tech had only minutes. Thankfully, he wouldn't need them. "All set," The technician said, breathing a sigh of relief as the screens in the surveillance room flickered to life. They came up just in time to see a perimeter guard take a boomerang to the back. Another was consumed in darkness and then was gone. A large explosion set off around the entrance to the facility that was the Squad's target, drawing a swarm of guards. They didn't even notice Flagg and his two squadmates sneak past them. Everything seemed to be going just as Flagg had planned. Except, on the far screen... "Hey, what the... oh shit..." The technician breathed as he pointed at a group of seven strangers entering the facility from behind. They were an eclectic group, much like the Suicide Squad, and the technician recognized them instantly. "What's are they doing here?" Waller glanced over his shoulder, eying the group as they walked into the facility. "Right on time," Waller said to herself while checking her watch. The tech looked confusedly behind him at his boss. "You knew these people were coming?" He asked. "Does Flagg know? I can radio him an-" "You'll do nothing," Waller said. "Just make sure you're recording the video." The tech turned around and cast his eyes down on his keyboard. "Yes, Ma'am," He mumbled. *** Tommy, Flagg and Harley quietly entered the facility and found themselves in a tight corridor. It was long and thin and without that much cover if they were discovered. The three worked quickly, anxious to find a safer spot. "So you're from Gotham, huh?" Harley whispered as they moved. "Uh, yeah," Tommy replied. "Never heard of ya," Harley said. She sounded nonchalant but Tommy could see her eying him suspiciously. "Weren't listening in the right places, I guess," Tommy said. He wanted to sound tough but wasn't quite sure if he was hitting the mark. Luckily, Flagg saved him. "Cut the chatter!" Flagg whispered harshly. They were coming to a corner and Flagg peered around it carefully. He turned back around and began to give out orders while checking his gun. "Two guards," He said softly. "I'm going to go around and we're going to flank them at the same time. Hood, you'll take the one on the right with a judo chop. You know Judo, right? Harley, you'll-" "Uh, Flagg," Tommy interrupted. "Not now!" Flagg replied. He carefully chambered a round, making as little noise as he could. "Harley, you'll... Harley?" Flagg suddenly noticed Harley was gone. He looked at Tommy. "Where's Harley?" "Uh..." Tommy said, pointing around the corner. The two peeked just in time to see Harley rearing back on the unsuspecting guards with her bat. *CRACK *WHAM *SNAP Harley laid into one guard and then the other, hitting one sharply in the side and the other upside the head. The one hit in the head was knocked unconscious instantly but the other fell to the ground with a yelp of pain. Harley lifted the bat over her head and beat down on the man with blow after blow. She had gotten 5 or 6 good licks in before Flagg got by and lifted the bat from behind her. "That's enough, Harley!" Flagg said sharply. Harley looked down at the unconscious guard and then at Flagg & Tommy. She wiped a splatter of blood from her cheek. "All set!" She said cheerfully. She began to skip down the corridor. Flagg and Tommy looked at one another. Tommy shrugged. The two followed Harley down the corridor, checking door after door. They finally came to one that was marked "Research" and it was thankfully unlocked. Flagg checked it and then opened it slowly while looking for tripwires. There were none and the three slipped inside. "What the...?" Flagg said. They hadn't entered any kind of research center any of them had seen. This looked more like... a sports arena? There was a large, empty court with padded floors. There were a series of human-sized pods on either side of the court made out of plexiglass. Tommy couldn't discern their purpose. Opposite Tommy and his crew, up on the 2nd or 3rd floor, was a clear glass window that led into some sort of viewing room. And, for some reason, there was a small hole in the uppermost corner of the room. It had a track running along the ceiling and, as Tommy looked up, he saw that the entire ceiling was on this track. Two large mechanical arms hung somewhat menacingly from above. Let's Be Batman Pt. 53 "This is weird," Tommy said softly. The three cautiously stepped deeper into the room. Flagg handed Harley her bat back and she held it at the ready. Flagg had his guns cocked and Tommy held his hands up in some sort of strange karate position. They stepped towards the edge of the court, waiting for a trap. Suddenly, a door directly ahead of them opened. Flagg trained his guns on the door but lowered them when he saw Nightshade, Plastique, Captain Boomerang and June enter the room. They looked as confused as the other Squad members did. "This isn't supposed to be here," Nightshade said. "On the blueprints this was the research roo-" "I know," Flagg said, grimacing. "Something's not right." "Not right" was correct. Things further devolved when the entire Suicide Squad turned at the sound of another door opening from across the court. All of them took a deep breath when they saw who walked through the door. ...Well, not all. Harley yelled out, "Hello!" There was soon a lot of shouting and threatening and holding of weapons as 7 people walked through the door on the far side of the court and quickly began advancing towards the Suicide Squad. Tommy didn't particularly recognize any of them, although there was one huge man with tubes running out of his body that Tommy vaguely remembered causing some trouble in Gotham a few years ago. "Put up your hands before I blow you away!" Rick Flagg yelled at the rival group. None of them complied. "Think you can make that shot, Flagg?" A masked man with one red eye shot back. "I doubt you'll be able to pull the trigger before I put one in your head. And I don't miss." Tommy watched the scene get more and more tense. The gargantuan man was now standing in front of Tommy and he was terrifying. Tommy meekly put up his hands in a fighting position. The huge man just smirked. Right as a fight seemed imminent, a surprising noise seemed to break the tension: it was the sound of microphone feedback. All the villains on the ground began to look for the source of the noise. "Erm, excuse me," Came an exceptionally nerdy voice over the speaker system. "Hi, everybody. Up here." The villains continued to look until a man dressed almost like Batman (except the suit was orange) pointed up at the window overlooking the court. Everyone looked up to see 2 nerds and 1 nerdette looking down at them. (Harley waved and yelled out, "Hello!") "Who the Hell are you?" Rick Flagg asked. One of the nerds, a tall, skinny man with a terrible hair cut, spoke first. "Uh, my name is Irv Quimby, but I normally go by IQ. This is Bug Baron... (He pointed out a skinny, balding nerd with a lab coat on) ... and this is Lady Laminate (he pointed to a plastic-faced woman, also wearing a lab coat). We're the Science Squad." "Yeah, we know that," The man with the red eye said. "We are supposed to be here to buy the Poison Ivy's formula from you." A thin woman with a covered face and huge metal blades attached to her arms narrowed her eyes at the dorks above. "We're supposed to be the only buyer, Ira, you little shit," She said. "Are you trying to screw us, because if you are then-" "We're not here to buy Ivy's formula," Flagg interrupted. "We're here to destroy it!" The massive man next to Tommy muttered a curse in Spanish and suddenly everyone was yelling and cursing and about to come to blows. The nerd up top called for calm. "Wait, wait!" He yelled out. "Please don't fight, this room is very valuable! The truth is... you see, the thing is..." Lady Laminate grabbed the mic. "There is no formula," She blurted out, which was a tough thing to do when she could barely move a muscle in her face. "We accidentally, kinda... destroyed it." "Destroyed it?!" Nightshade yelled. "But... weren't you supposed to want to use it?" Ira grabbed the mic back. "Yeah, but while we were preparing more SOMEONE accidentally left it open around his bugs." Bug Baron yanked the mic away. "It's not my fault! Ivy had given us a vat of the stuff to replicate and I left it carefully sealed but when I came back the formula was gone and all my bugs were... they were..." "Fucking," Lady Laminate leaned over and said into the mic. "...What?" Tommy asked. "We thought it was a poison." "So did we," The clawed woman said. "No, it was a love potion," Bug Baron said. "Ivy had developed it based on a potion Ra's Al Ghul's developed not too long ago." Tommy gulped at this. "This stuff would make anyone horny and ready to fuck. It was really cool." He suddenly reddened, aware of how he sounded. "Rack off," Captain Boomerang said in disbelief. "It's true!" Ira said. "You see... well, I'll just say it: we were going to use it on your two groups. You know, as a test." There was a great murmur that came up from both sides of the court as the teams yelled out various exclamations of disbelief, anger, and in Harley's case, excitement. "It was going to be awesome!" Bug Baron said. "We lured both of you here and we were going to test out the substance on you. Then we had this whole game figured out involving lotteries and mechanical arms and lots and lots of screwing. It was going to be amazing! But now it's ruined." "Sorry about that," Lady Laminate piped in. "Not as sorry as your going to be, pendeja," The massive man across from Tommy said threateningly. "No one tricks the Secret Six!" Tommy interjected. "Wait... Secret Six?" He asked. "There are seven of you." "I joined later," A teenage punk girl with black hair said. "Then... why not change it to Secret Seven?" Tommy asked, still confused. "We had already settled on Secret Six," A large redheaded woman said acidly. "But..." Tommy couldn't let it go. "Just change it to Secret Seven. It's got the alliteration and everythi-" "IT'S SECRET SIX!!" The massive man yelled, advancing towards Tommy. "That's enough!" Rick Flagg yelled. For once everyone actually listened to him. "Wait," Plastique said in a light French accent. "Why were you going to run your test on us?" The three nerds looked at each other somewhat ashamed. "We' thought it'd be cool," Bug Baron said. "You all are hot." Flagg looked at his troops. "Look, we're here to destroy the formula and, well, it sounds like it's been destroyed," He said. He looked up towards the viewing area. "You can't make any more of the formula, right?" Flagg asked the nerds. They shook their heads sadly. "The formula was written down next to the vat," Ira said. "Termites got it." "Okay then," Flagg said. "No formula, we're out of here. Secret Six, we have no beef with you right now." The clawed girl considered this. "Deadshot," She said, as if to indicate it was his decision. The man with one red eye considered his options. "Fuck it. No money in fighting any of these idiots." He lowered his gun. "Let's move out." The two teams began to move in opposite directions. The three nerds in the viewing area talked amongst themselves, unaware that the talk button was still on. "Shoot!" Bug Baron said despondently. "I really wanted to see them play our sex game." "Yeah," IQ lamented. "Now we'll never know who would have won." There was a pause. And a pause. And a longer pause. ... ... ... "We would have won, obviously," Harley Quinn said to no one in particular.. Both groups stopped in their tracks. "You would have won?" said the Batman-looking foe on the other side. The Secret Six slowly turned. "...You think you're better at fucking than us?" The Suicide Squad slowly turned themselves. "Well..." Plastique piped up. "Isn't it obvious?" The large redhead laughed. "I could out-fuck you any day of the week, Sweetheart," She said. Plastique's jaw tightened. "Now let's everyone just calm down," Nightshade said. "We're both going to leave and-" "Oh, what a surprise," The white-haired vixen on the other side laughed. "Of course the dour girl in all black doesn't want anyone to have sex." "Hey," The goth teen whined. The white-haired girl tried to apologize. "C'mon, guys," Deadshot said. "Nightshade's right, let's all just leave. We don't want to embarrass them, anyway." "Embarrass?" Said Captain Boomerang. "Your banger couldn't find a bum with a light globe." There was a pause. "What?" 3 or 4 people said at once. "...You can't fuck, mate," Captain Boomerang clarified. "You're all just lucky they ruined that potion," The clawed girl said. "Especially you," She directed towards Harley. Harley blew her a kiss in response. "I'm really good at fucking," Tommy said to no one in particular. "You know what?" The massive man finally said. "Let's do it." "...Do what?" Rick Flagg said with a smile. "Their little sex competition? No way." The massive man smirked. "Of course an American would be afraid," He said. Rick Flagg suddenly got very serious. "...What did you just say?" He said lowly. The massive man flexed his muscles. "I said of course a puny American pendejo would be afraid to show everyone how weak he really is," He said with an acid tongue. Flagg's face got very red and the veins on his neck bulged. He looked at the rest of his team and then exploded. "YOU'RE ON!!" He yelled. "Hey, nerds! HEY, NERDS!!" Flagg threw one of his guns at the glass, striking it. IQ turned around and flicked the switch to receive rather than talk. "Yes?" He asked. "We're gonna play your little sex game and show these bastards how we fuck in America!" He yelled. "I'm Australian, mate," Boomerang said quietly. The three nerds all looked at each other in confusion. "Wait... seriously?" Bug Baron asked. "Yeah, that's right," Deadshot said. "We're going to make these clowns wish they had committed suicide." "Sex!" Harley yelled with glee. The three nerds almost fell over themselves to get things set up for their game. IQ immediately began plugging something into a computer while Bug Baron worked a series of levers. One each side of the court, the pods all opened at once. "If you'll all step into a pod, please," Lady Laminate said, failing to hide her excitement. Everyone dutifully stepped into a pod, some more excited than others. The massive man across had to squeeze himself in. As Tommy prepared to enter his pod, he looked at the person next to him. It was Plastique. "Are we seriously going to do this?" Tommy asked. "Why, do you not want to?" Plastique asked in response. "No, I very badly want to do this," Tommy clarified. "It's just... I never thought I'd get this lucky." "Okay, so here are the rules," Bug Baron said over the monitor. "We will open certain pods for 10 minute intervals, during which you'll try to make your opponent orgasm. If you succeed, they'll be removed from the contest. The trick is to make them cum without cumming yourself. Understand?" "Sounds good," The clawed woman said. "Agreed!" Rick Flagg yelled out. "Alright," IQ said. He pressed a button on his computer. "From the Suicide Squad... Red Hood!" The door to Tommy's pod opened swiftly and he stepped out uncertainly. Other members of the Suicide Squad gave appreciative hoots and hollers as Tommy walked onto the padded court. "And, from the Secret Six... Knockout!" A door opened in front of the large redhead and she confidently stepped out of her pod. Tommy remarked at how big she was, similar in size to Wonder Woman; she stood a few inches above Tommy and her shoulders were incredibly broad. She had a nice curve to her, though, and a tight lime green suit that showed it. Her long legs were exposed and she had only one strap slung over her shoulder to keep her suit up. Knockout walked over to the pod of the clawed woman and put her hand up against it. The other woman did the same. "You know this doesn't mean anything," Knockout said. "Make him squirt," The clawed woman replied. The two both kissed the plexiglass pod that separated the two of them. 'Hmm... lesbians...' Tommy thought to himself. He quickly cursed himself when he realized he was getting hard. Knockout walked out confidently onto the padded court and looked down at Tommy. She cracked her knuckles through green gloves gloves and smirked. "I'm going to show you how we fuck on Apokolips," Knockout spoke down to Tommy. "A-what-a-lips?" He asked. "And... go!" IQ called out. Instantly, Tommy knew he was in trouble. It appeared Knockout had super-everything: super speed, super strength, and who knew what else. Before Tommy had even processed Ira's words, Knockout swiftly grabbed him and put him on the ground. She held his hands above his head, pinning them effortlessly with one hand, and with the other she began roughly yanking at his pants. "Let's see what we have here... ooh!" Knockout said as she dug her hand inside Tommy's pants and found his prick. She jerked it swiftly and, despite Tommy's ineffectual squirms, he could feel himself almost instantly hard in her hands. She stopped for only a moment to pull down Tommy's pants. and then continued to jerk him furiously. There was a small murmur from the other women as they saw Tommy's big dick but he was hardly in a position to notice. All he could do was try to think about baseball and not the giant redhead tugging his dick. Despite himself, Tommy found that he was straining his hips while Knockout jerked him off. She spat down onto his dick, lubricating it, and then began jerking it once more. Her gloved hand slid easily over Tommy's dick and she pulled up as she neared the tip of his dick, as if trying to yank the cum out of his body. The sensation was almost more than Tommy and his still-recovering dick could bear. "You like that?" Knockout asked. "You like being my little bitch?" Tommy didn't like it but he was indeed Knockout's bitch at this moment. His hands pinned behind him, his dick being mercilessly yanked, Tommy was completely at her mercy. He was glad he was wearing this red helmet so no one could see his face. "5 minutes!" Ira yelled out. Tommy closed his eyes and tried to think of anything else. Baseball... balls... his aching balls, desperate for release... no! Bats... think about bats... bats probably have dicks... his dick wants to cum... fuck! His mom's breasts... ew, gross... hey, this was actually working... Then, without warning, Tommy felt something that made his heart drop. 'Oh no,' He thought. 'She's going to fuck me.' While Tommy's eyes had been closed, Knockout had swiftly straddled him and pulled her green suit to the side of her pussy. Tommy had felt the first touches of her lips as she began to drop onto his cock. Tommy's eyes shot open and he watched with a whimper as Knockout dropped onto his dick. "Oh, fuck," Knockout said softly. "Been a long time since I had a dick in me." She began to rock on Tommy while still pinning his hands over his head. "Rock" probably wasn't the best word to describe it, actually. "Pound down" was probably a better way of putting it. She was lifting herself and then dropping down on Tommy's dick with all her weight, crushing his hips. She did this over and over again, lifting and dropping, each time taking Tommy's whole cock effortlessly inside her. Luckily for Tommy, he had felt this at least a few times before, when he had fucked other super-powered women. Of course, the last time he had been inside a super-powerful woman she had broken his dick, so... (That thought actually helped Tommy keep from cumming.) "You like my pussy?" Knockout asked. Tommy tried to ignore her. "What if I do this?" She said, and then Tommy suddenly felt the muscles inside her contract and squeeze his dick. She held them tight and then lifted herself upwards, as if milking his dick. Tommy moaned despite himself. It came out as almost a whimper. "That's what I thought," Knockout said bitterly to him. "You're nothing to me. You're just a weak little toad and I'm going to make you cum." Tommy could only moan. She was right, he thought; she was going to make him cum. His dick probably couldn't have withstood such an assault under the best of conditions and now, with it still overly sensitive from Katana's treatments, he was helpless. "Cum for me, you little asshole!" Knockout yelled. She slapped Tommy's helmet, knocking his head to the side. Tommy felt his balls boiling and his dick began to twitch inside Knockout. "Cum for me!" She yelled again. Tommy could hear his own teammates yell encouragement from their pods but, in this state, he couldn't actually make out what they were saying. "Cum!" Tommy arched his hips as best he could underneath Knockout. "Cum!" His leg began to twitch. "Cum!" Tommy reared back and- "Time!" Irv shouted. "Dammit!" Knockout roared. She lifted one leg over Tommy and sat to the side of him, furious. Tommy meanwhile, wasn't sure what was going on. Blood slowly went back to his brain, helping him understand what had happened. He had survived. "Asshole," Knockout muttered under her breath at Tommy. Then she stood and stomped towards her pod. Tommy stood on shaky legs and looked around. The Secret Six pods were filled with angry faces and, as Tommy turned, he saw the Suicide Squad pods cheering. Tommy smiled ('You're wearing a mask, idiot,' He thought) and tried to pull up his pants to cover his throbbing, quivering dick. His dick had been so close to cumming, though, that Tommy worried that putting any type of cloth on it might send him over the edge. He simply held his underwear and pants just below his member and shuffled back towards his pod. As Tommy entered his pod, it sealed and Irv again stepped up to the mic. "From the Secret Six... Catman!" The orange-suited man who looked vaguely like Batman stepped out of his pod as it slid open. He was very similar to Batman, actually; same height, same weight, same dour look on his face. He swept his cape over his body haughtily as he stepped onto the court. "And, from the Suicide Squad... Nightshade!" Nightshade's pod opened and she came out adjusting her small blue dress. Catman gave her a long look up and down and smiled. "Piece of cake," Catman said. Nightshade smiled back. "You think so?" She replied. "Of course," Catman said. He held up his cape. "Look at me," He told her. "I'm a model of physical and mental perfection. Who could possibly stand up against me?" "I guess we'll see," Nightshade said. "Alright," IQ told the crowd. "And... go!" "Okay," Catman said, rubbing his hands together, "Let's get star- WHOA!" Nightshade lifted her hands and suddenly the court got very dark. A great shadow filled the room and Tommy slowly realized it was beginning to envelop Catman. "What the devil?!" Catman cried out. He tried to run but it was no use; the shadow enveloped him, swirling around him like a dark cloud. Tommy had to strain his eyes through his mask to watch as the shadow picked him up and carried him towards Nightshade. "Guess your agility isn't fast enough to dodge shadows," Nightshade said. Catman was too shocked to respond and he simply hung in the air, surrounded by darkness. Nightshade flicked a wrist and everyone in the pods gasped as Catman's suit was pulled down from his waist by an invisible force. His dick popped out from his suit. Catman strained to cover himself but his hands were being held out to his sides. Catman's dick was average-sized but it was stretched out to its maximum length. Even being pushed around by shadows didn't decrease his arousal. And it was only exacerbated when Nightshade conjured up some dark force to place a tube around Catman's dick. Tommy had trouble making out its exact shape through the shadow; it wasn't until it began to move around his dick that Tommy realized what it was. "Is that... is that a fleshlight?" Tommy muttered. Plastique, who was in the pod next to Tommy, looked over at him and nodded. Then she began to shout encouragement to Nightshade. Let's Be Batman Pt. 53 "Dépêche-toi, Nightshade!" Plastique yelled in her French accent. "Make eem explode!" Nightshade was doing her best. The shadow fleshlight began to pump up and down on Catman's cock as he hung helpless in the air. It was a bizarre sight; Tommy could see through the shadow and could see the skin around Catman's dick being tugged towards the tip of his dick before being stretched back towards his base. "Not so tough now, are you?" Nightshade asked. She twisted her hand and the shadow-light began to twist as it pumped on Catman's dick. He seemed to be in agony, although Tommy knew from experience that he was feeling something quite different. Nightshade seemed to redouble her efforts and the shadow-light began to move much quicker around Catman's dick. He groaned openly and grit his teeth. "Must... resist..." He groaned out. "You can do it, Catman!" The white-haired woman across the way yelled out. Tommy could see from her face that she didn't believe it. Nightshade now turned the screws, causing the shadow-light to move incredibly fast over Catman's dick. He moaned weakly. It was only a matter of time. "I am a princess of the land of Nightshades," The aptly-named Nightshade said. She pulled a hand back, causing Catman to drift towards her. "I am ruler of the dark and a mistress of the black! And now you, Catman, will tremble before me! And also cum!" Catman couldn't take any more. He made a face like he had to sneeze and then groaned deeply as cum began to spurt from his cock. The shadow-light squeezed him dry, tugging his dick of every last drop of cum. Right as Catman was about to cum, Nightshade swiftly held out a hand. Cupping it to stop Catman's streams, she began to collect his cum onto her hand. It pooled quickly in the center of her palm, a thick white deposit, and Nightshade stared down at it with satisfaction as Catman came again and again. After a time Catman seemed to be milked dry but Nightshade gave him 4 then 5 then 6 slow jerks with her power, causing the poor man horrible shivers and high-pitched moans. Finally, Nightshade showed mercy. She lowered her other hand and the shadow dissipated. Catman landed in a heap on the floor, breathing heavily. "Catman: eliminated!" Shouted an obviously aroused IQ. A large mechanical hand dropped down from the sky and picked up Catman like a fairground crane game. It lifted him up into the sky and carried him through a small hole high up in the corner of the room. Catman was gone. Nightshade held up a hand in triumph. She then walked towards the Secret Six's territory with one hand outstretched and full of cum. She walked to Knockout's pod and then rubbed her hand against it. Cum dripped down it slowly while Knockout seethed. A great cheer went up from the Suicide Squad. Tommy, too, began to cheer. His earlier apprehension was eliminated; after all, how could they lose with someone like Nightshade on the team? IQ adjusted himself and spoke into the mic. "From the Suicide Squad... Captain Boomerang!" Captain Boomerang stepped out of his pod, holding his hands up into the air. He took off his duster coat and tossed it to the ground. Tommy noticed that the man had even more boomerangs on his back, at least ten, bringing the total on his person up to over 20. 'Guy really loves boomerangs,' Tommy thought. "And, from the Secret Six... Jeannette!" The white-haired woman moved her hips as she walked out of her pod, shaking them from side to side seductively with every step. Her hair, aside from being white, was done up in and extravagant, with it done in two thick curls framing her face. She was wearing a thick velvet dress held together with large buckles running down her front; she had left all the buttons below her mid-thigh undone, offering an exciting glimpse underneath. She was dressed very old, Tommy thought, and he wondered just how old this woman might be. "Oy," Captain Boomerang said with a smile, "Hope ya ready for me to smash ya back out and make ya scream, Chickie." He unzipped his pants and swiftly pulled out his half-hard dick. He walked towards Jeannette, bouncing it slightly with his hand. Jeannette just smiled at him. "You want me to scream, monsieur? I can do that for you." Jeannette suddenly lifted into the air. She hovered there while her face twisted into a horrible visage and her mouth opened impossibly wide. "What in the...?" Boomerang said, taking a step backwards in alarm. It was too late; Jeannette suddenly emitted a piercing scream and a rush of air threw Boomerang backwards. He landed with a thud on his back. Tommy could see he was barely conscious. Tommy was thankful for his helmet, which apparently offered some protection to Jeannette's scream. Others were not so lucky; Tommy could see members of both squads covering their ears while their knees buckled. Meanwhile, Tommy was struck by the horrible realization that he had come into contact with someone like Jeannette before. "She's a banshee," He said softly. Just like Silver Banshee, a foe Lex Luthor had sent after Tommy long ago. Except Jeannette obviously had the power to hide her appearance. She would be incredibly dangerous. Jeannette glided over to Captain Boomerang, landing with one leg on either side of him. He lifted his head up and watched as Jeannette turned back to her human form. "Well, mon ami," Jeannette said, "It looks like it's your turn to do the screaming." Jeannette fell down onto her knees and then shuffled herself backwards so that his still-exposed dick was directly in front of her. Without so much as a word Jeannette leaned down and placed Captain Boomerang's dick in her mouth. Boomerang was revived almost instantly as he groaned and arched his back. If Jeannette was indeed old, she had most definitely used her long life to perfect the art of cocksucking. The banshee was facing Tommy and the Suicide Squad so they all got a good look at her skills while she pushed her hair to one side and began to deftly blow Captain Boomerang. (Ever the lady, Tommy noticed that the hand she was jerking Boomerang's dick with had the pinky extended outwards.) "Who knew Capitaine Boomerang would have a straight dick, no?" Jeannette said before wrapping her mouth tight around Captain Boomerang's unswerving member. She didn't bob on his rod; no, instead she kept her mouth firmly suckling on his tip while she jerked him furiously with her hand (...well, 4 fingers). She unsealed her mouth from around Captain Boomerang's dick and saliva fell around the cock; her hand quickly dispersed the saliva around Boomerang's dick. Jeannette was busily sucking Captain Boomerang's dick while he... Tommy furrowed his brow. Captain Boomerang seemed like he had recovered from his earlier attack. He certainly looked aware of his surroundings, anyway. The blowjob had seemingly given him new life, but he wasn't doing anything. He was simply lying there, getting blown. "Do something, Boomerang!" Rick Flagg yelled. "You need to make her cum!" Boomerang responded by putting his hands behind his head. Jeannette was oblivious to all this as she was obviously preoccupied with besting her opponent. She was so busy sucking Boomerang's dick to defeat him that she scarcely noticed when he began to buck his hips up into her mouth in time with her strokes. After about half her allotted time, Jeannette lifted her head up and looked back at the rest of the Secret Six. "I do not think this chien has too much long to la- ahh!" Jeannette felt Captain Boomerang move underneath her and she turned to find his dick directly in front of her face. The good captain had used her distraction to quickly hop up and he grabbed Jeannette by the head with both hands. "I was quite enjoyin' that, if ya don't mind," He said, and then he shoved his dick back in Jeannette's mouth. Her eyes were wide with surprise as Boomerang's dick once again entered her mouth. This time, though, it entered her mouth roughly and deep. Jeannette put her arms out to her sides as Captain Boomerang's dick moved straight along her tongue and touched the back of her throat. He threaded his fingers through her hair and began throwing her head on his dick again and again. Both squads began to yell: the Secret Six because their squadmate had been suckered, and the Suicide Squad because Captain Boomerang didn't seem to care at all about winning the game. All he cared about was cumming himself. "You're going to lose, espèce d'idiot!" Plastique yelled out. Boomerang didn't seem to care at all. He continued pounding Jeannette's mouth with his dick. Jeannette had begun to lean backwards but Boomerang simply stepped forward and continued to fuck her mouth roughly. All leaning back did was allow the spit that was readily falling from Jeannette's mouth to fall onto her dress and between her breasts. "That's it, sweetheart, almost there," Boomerang said. He released one hand from her head and reached down. Slipping his hand down her dress, Captain Boomerang placed a rough hand on Jeannette's tender breast. She squealed around his dick, her eyes now even wider. She squealed again when Captain Boomerang seemingly squeezed her nipple. Tommy looked down at his squadmates to gauge their reaction. (He was rock hard so he didn't need to gauge himself.) Plastique had a hand on her forehead in exasperation. Nightshade and Rick Flagg, the next two down the line, were both yelling at Captain Boomerang to stop what he was doing before he got eliminated. The poor blonde girl, June, had wide eyes and a hand over her mouth. And, down at the end, Harley was leaning against the back of her pod with a hand down her shorts. She happened to glance over at Tommy as he gawked at her; she smiled bashfully and slowly pulled her hand out. Captain Boomerang released Jeannette's breast and brought his meaty paw up to his dick. He stuffed his dick until it was halfway in Jeannette's mouth and then began to jerk himself off inside. It bounced in Jeannette's mouth, hitting her tongue and then the top of her mouth. Jeannette looked up at Boomerang angrily as small streaks of mascara began to run down her cheeks. Captain Boomerang groaned mightily and pulled his dick out Jeannette's mouth. He muttered something incomprehensible (or at least incredibly Australian) and readied to cum wit his dick just inches from her face. Jeannette realized what Boomerang was about to do and began to struggle mightily against the one hand on her head. "I think not, vous sauvage!" She yelled. She managed to wrench her head free from Captain Boomerang's grasp and turned her head away at the last moment. But not quite the last possible moment, though. Captain Boomerang felt Jeannette face away from him and he smirked as he began to blow his load. He flicked his hips as the first blast of cum left his dick, causing it to shoot to the side of Jeannette. But wait! Incredibly, the spin Boomerang had placed on his shot of cum caused it to arc around in mid-air; it passed Jeannette, spun, and then came roaring back towards her face. She hadn't been expecting it and yelped as it hit her directly on the tip of the nose. Another blast of cum left Captain Boomerang and again he flicked his hips and again it flew around Jeannette and hit her in the face. The way the cum flew forward and then came back was just like the flight pattern of a... something. Shot after shot of cum rained onto Jeannette's face. She closed her eyes and mouth and waited for it to be over. Boomerang's unconventional facial soon ended and Jeannette turned back around. She tried to speak but at first nothing would come out. She coughed harshly and managed to eek out some speech. "You bas- plech!" She made a face as Captain Boomerang flicked his dick at her, giving her one last drop of cum on her tongue. "Thanks for the gobby, babe," He said with a wink. Jeannette glared at him and wiped at her face. She made a face at the deposit of cum and then wiped it on her dress. Captain Boomerang stuffed his dick back in his pants and then turned around for his duster jacket. "You asshole," Nightshade cursed at him. "You were supposed to make her cum." Captain Boomerang shrugged and laughed. "Why should I start making women cum now?" He said. He was still smiling when the giant mechanical arm came and carried him off to the next room. IQ stepped up to the mic. He had a dark round splotch on his pleated pants now. To his left and right, both Bug Baron and Lady Laminate were panting heavily. "Okay," IQ said, his voice squeaking. "This next contest will be a tag-team bout! Our next contestants, from the Secret Six: Knockout and... Black Alice!" Knockout returned to the court, still quietly fuming over her near miss with Tommy. A second pod opened and the small goth chick stepped out. She was young, maybe about 19, but she had a look on her face that showed she meant business. The outfit to match, too; Tommy stared at Black Alice's outfit with a mix of wonder and confusion. She wore a tight black blouse that left her belly button exposed. Fishnets ran up her arms and an assortment of jewelry adorned her person. She had on a pleated green skirt with even more fishnets running down her legs into large black leather boots. The strangest thing about her, though, was her hair. It was short, black and was clipped to extend out to each side of her head like miniature wings. 'Maybe that's her power,' Tommy thought. 'Maybe she can fly.' Knockout and Black Alice moved to the center of the court and stood ready for the opponents. They were an odd duo: one tall, one short, one muscular, the other thin, one redhead, one raven-haired. Tommy gulped as IQ began to read the names of the Suicide Squad combatants. His bout with Knockout had scared him; he didn't think he had what it took to hang with these women right now. Luckily, IQ didn't call his name. Instead he called out, "Nightshade & Rick Flagg, Jr!" The pods of the two leaders of the Suicide Squad opened up and then nodded at each other knowingly before stepping out of their pods. Tommy was confident; he had already seen what Nightshade could do and Rick Flagg was strong and smart. If anyone could take down Knockout, he could. "And... go!" "Alright, Red," Rick Flagg said, "Let me show you how we fuck in the good ol' US of- hey!" Just like Tommy, Knockout effortlessly threw Flagg down on the floor and shoved her hand down his pants. He struggled ineffectually but Knockout soon had his dick out of in the open and she began to jerk on it furiously. That is, until the room darkened and Knockout soon found her hand being pulled away by shadow. She looked up in surprise and saw Nightshade once again using her magical powers against the Secret Six. "Tut-tut-tut," Nightshade told Knockout. "You shouldn't use your hand on my team, Knockout. Why don't we see how well that hand works on you." Knockout struggled but the invisible force in the shadow began to slowly move Knockout's hand away from Rick Flagg's cock and towards herself. It neared closer and closer and Knockout grunted, unaccustomed to being overpowered like this. Her hand reached the edge of her suit and her hand began to pull the fabric away to reach the treasure beneath. And then, as quickly as it had come, the shadow dissipated. Nightshade looked at her hands with confusion. "My powers..." She said slowly. "They're gone!" "You magic users always think you're so tough until you can't lean on them anymore," Came another voice. Tommy looked and was shocked to see that it was Black Alice talking. Her old outfit was gone and now she was wearing a costume very similar to Nightshade's. A small black dress covered her, bound with a belt in the middle, and she wore a similar black mask on her face. "But... how did you...?" Nightshade said. She did seem much less confident without her powers. "Aww, do you not like seeing someone else with your powers?" Black Alice said mockingly. She held up her hands and shadow began to envelop Nightshade. "Let's see how much you like it when someone else uses your own powers against you!" A shadow quickly enveloped Nightshade, much as Nightshade had enveloped others before. Nightshade fought against it but it quickly surrounded her and lifted her up into the air. Black Alice twisted her hand and Nightshade was flipped upside-down, her dress flipping up and exposing dark blue panties. "I don't think we'll be needing those anymore," Black Alice said, and the shadow took Nightshade's panties with a rip. She struggled to cover her exposed, pale pussy. But it was no use; she was utterly at Black Alice's mercy. "Now, let's see..." Black Alice said. "How did you do that thing before with Catman..." Black Alice concentrated and managed to get a shadow-based fleshlight to appear in the air. "Not bad," She said. "But I think you want something a little different..." Black Alice waved in the air and the shadow-light vanished. It was soon replaced by two identical forms. Nightshade gasped when she saw them. "No, please!" She yelled. "Not... not shadow-dicks!" Black Alice had conjured up two cocks, both of them large in size, and the helpless Nightshade knew what was coming next. "I'm tired of you talking," Black Alice said. She moved one of the shadow-dicks towards Nightshade's mouth and forced it into her mouth. Nightshade's eyes were wide as it began to pump in and out. The other shadow-dick was quickly lifted into the air and then aimed downwards. Nightshade had been so focused on the dick in her mouth that she didn't even notice the dick aimed at her pussy until it began to enter her. "Mmmmph!" Nightshade said as the two shadow-dicks began to pump inside Nightshade's mouth and pussy simultaneously. "That's better," Black Alice said. "I guess now you're the Whore of the land of the Nightshades, huh?" Helpless and hanging upside-down, Nightshade could only moan. Nearby, Knockout had quickly resumed jerking Rick Flagg once Nightshade was out of her hair. Flagg's admittedly small dick was no match for the powerful hands of Knockout and he whimpered as she stroked his cock. "Is this the best America has to offer?" Knockout asked with malice. Flagg gritted his teeth and tried to respond, but all he could do was moan. "That's what I thought," Knockout said. She transitioned and straddled Rick Flagg; much like Tommy before him, Flagg was helpless as Knockout placed his dick inside her and began to bounce on him. "Oh God..." Flagg said. "Oh Founding Fathers..." "C'mon, Flagg!" Tommy suddenly yelled. He couldn't bear to see another man in the same state he was just in. "You can do it! You can make it! Just last another eight or so min-" "Unnnggghhh!!" Flagg suddenly yelled. No one could tell he had cum but the triumphant cheer from Knockout told everyone what they needed to know. Knockout sat down on Flagg's hips, his whole dick inside her, and Flagg groaned as he shot his load inside her. "That's more like it," Knockout said. She lifted herself off Flagg and quickly dipped her hand below to catch his cum. She let it pool in her hand and then walked off. Flagg, for his part, was despondent. "Oh no," He moaned. "I've failed. I've failed everyone. I've failed... America!" He broke out into a small sob and covered his face with his hands. "Jesus, Dude," Tommy muttered. The mechanical arm dropped and picked up Flagg. He was at half-mast as it carried him away. Knockout, now with a hand full of the fallen American's jizz, turned and focused her attention on the other Suicide Squad left on the battlefield. Nightshade moaned around the dick in her mouth and her legs shivered with every thrust of the dick in her now wet pussy. Random shadows ran along her breasts, squeezing them, forcing them together. Nearby, Black Alice was having a wonderful time fondling the once-proud magic user.