Chapter 2 - Future

 Time passed very slowly for Selina. 

 What she wanted more than anything was to go back to her normal life. To be able to forget everything that happened a week ago. Why are these damn pheromones taking so long to wear off? Seriously!...

 She had avoided crossing paths with Luke since the night in question. It was just too much to have to see him, and it was bad enough that her mind kept taking her back to him over and over and over. The taste of his cock was still on her lips and at times she woke up at night still feeling the touch of his strong hands, even as she slept next to Bruce. 

 Selina attempted to get rid of these inappropriate feelings by spending even more time with Bruce and giving herself to him; but it did nothing. If anything, just being next to him simply felt wrong now. In part because she hadn’t told him about what happened and knew how dirty and despicable it was that she slept with Luke of all people, his glorified pupil. But then, there was another part of her, a cold and emotionless bitch that told her that no matter how respectable Bruce may have been as Batman he was nothing compared to Luke as a man and as a lover. He was a has-been whose blaze of glory was long ago in his youth, who was too interested now in Gotham’s future and his legacy to give himself to a relationship. Plus, that small white cock of his could not compare to Luke’s big black dick. Something about being taken hard by a black man just felt so right…

 I need to get help, thought Selina. She considered everything, from going to a good shrink under a secret identity and working through her issues, to taking a solo trip somewhere like Jamaica where she could spend a few months giving herself to black studs and fucking them till she got it out of her system. Despite the spicy thoughts, though, in the end she was too much of a coward to act on any of it by herself.

“You okay?” Bruce asked, his eyes boring into her. 

 The two of them were in the Batcave, looking over some footage from the night before. Joker had kidnapped the kid of one of the men running for the electoral race and disappeared into thin air, stating that they would reappear in a week to give a “special performance” for the kid’s father. Bruce had no idea what it meant, but he hadn’t slept since, determined to find out where they could be.

“I’m fine,” said Selina, smiling to hide the guilt she felt. 

“You look a little under the weather,” said Bruce, full of concern. “Why don’t you go have a rest? I’ll handle things here.” 

 Selina took him up on his advice, genuinely relieved to be out of his presence. This can’t go on, she thought numbly. 

 She decided to take a shower before she called it a night. Purify her body and thoughts all at once. But as soon as the hot waters rushed over her, she began to think of Luke again. She imagined those strong black hands traveling down her pale body and thought of him turning her around by force, taking her by the throat like a slut and ramming it inside of her without a moment’s mercy. “Trying not to think about me, are you?” he would tease her. 

 The fantasy alone made her nipples stiffen and become so sensitive that Selina trembled as she washed herself. She ended up squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples, then moving her fingers down until she rubbed her clit. She gasped and pressed her head against the glass, using the fingers to fuck herself as she let Luke take control of her mind. “Fuck me,” she whispered, the water of the shower dripping down her face. “Use me however you want.” 

 She came once and then sat down in the shower, thinking about what she was doing. I need to stop. But there was no one here to watch her. No one to interrupt her or learn her secret. So she started doing it again, even harder this time, fucking herself till she was out of breath and came, moaning under the warm waters.

 The fourth and final orgasm was hard enough that she collapsed to her knees, unable to stand. Selina thought of how weak her body had become from that big black cock stretching her out and giggled darkly. He’s rewired me, she thought. 

 When she headed to bed she thought she would be all alone and even considered doing it one last time. Bruce, however, was in bed reading something. “You took a long time to shower,” he said. “I was worried.”

 Selina gulped, surprised to see him. “You’re here.”

“Oh, yeah. I figured there’s no point in exhausting myself. I have some leads and I’ve sent Luke out to check them out. If I get at least a couple of hours that should be enough.”

“Luke?” Selina got under the covers and turned the other way to keep him from looking into her eyes. She could not bear to have him do that and see what was inside her right now. “He’s out there? Does he need help? I can go if he does.”

 Bruce snorted. He put his arm around her and pressed his lips lovingly against her neck. “Why are you always talking him down like that? He’s a good kid.”

“He’s not a kid,” snapped Selina, a little too harshly. I’m not some pedo. 

 Bruce just laughed. “Fine. A young man. Is that better? I realize he’s an adult, but he’s still a kid to me. But he’s a talented kid that will hopefully take up the mantle once I’m gone.” 

“Gone where?”

“You know. Just gone. Don’t worry, I’m not saying it’ll be tomorrow. But in five, ten years? Things happen.” 

 Selina hadn’t even considered that Bruce was training him with that in mind. She thought of him only as some helpful mentor. Not an old man that was trying to prepare his replacement. 

 The thought of Luke becoming Batman in his stead was ominous too. Become like Bruce? Just old and with no vigor to do anything unless it means locking up psychos? 

 Bruce’s fingers caressed her stomach. “You don’t mind if we just go to sleep tonight, do you?”

 Like almost every other night? No. “I’m pretty tired.” 

 Selina turned off the lights. Within minutes, Bruce was soundly asleep next to her. But her mind was going on a rampage, feeding her only thoughts of Luke. Not Batman. He can’t ruin himself like that. 

  The next day Selina woke up determined to go see him. 

 Things didn’t have to be like this. They needed to talk about things. See where they both stood. And maybe we can meet up every so often. Bruce won’t know. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure he would care if he did, beyond being offended at being lied to. 

 No, she thought a moment later, hating herself for thinking that. Of course he cares. 

 But that would not stop her from doing what she planned. 

 Selina took the time to dress up, oil her body and perfume herself. She snuck out wearing only a trenchcoat and headed over to Luke’s apartment. On the way there she hoped it wouldn’t be too well-guarded, but she was shocked to discover that it was barely guarded at all. 

 She disposed of the traps and made her way in, then made herself at home, waiting for him to return…



 The sky was almost completely dark when Luke returned home.

 His venture had been unsuccessful despite his efforts, and he felt guilty to tell Batman that he hadn’t managed to come up with anything. Not much of an investigator, I’m afraid. 

 When he entered his apartment his suit was off, left behind as he was back in his normal streetwear, and the only thing on his mind was sleep. After the events with Selina and Ivy, Luke had found it difficult to rest. He couldn’t help but think of Selina and where she might be, what she might be doing…

 He felt hurt by her words. Wounded. How could she just leave me there like that? After what we’ve been through! Did that seriously mean nothing to her? Nothing at all?... Only I’m so stupid as to keep thinking of her. She’s probably banging Batman right now. Damn it, Luke, you moron.

 In his teens he had never been much of a romantic, choosing to focus on his future as one of Gotham’s lawbringers instead. The few relationships he had and ended due to work never made him feel this bad. Guilty, sure. Lonely - that too. But never used. Never discarded.

 This time it felt like he had been viewed and used as nothing more than an object and judged to be insufficient. A part of him wanted to accuse Selina of racism, as if that would somehow make it better. But he knew better than that. No, the truth was that Bruce Wayne was a legend. A man larger than life itself. It wasn’t a shock that a badass chick like her would want to be with a guy that made her feel like she was on top of the world. 

 As he took off his shoes, Luke stared at the crumpled beer bottle that had found its way in the corner of the hallway. And not one that lives like a slob. The other night he had gotten a little drunk to wash away the sad thoughts. It was embarrassing, and he couldn’t imagine what his father would’ve thought if he were alive to hear about any of it.

 But his performance when Ivy captured them hadn’t been bad. He knew that. I fucked her thoroughly, and the bitch enjoyed it! No matter what Selina decided to do in the end and how she treated him now hardly changed that. I made her feel good. 

 So the hope that she would return to him, at least to get fucked, was still there. Maybe one night he would be out there kicking some thugs ass when she showed up, offered her help, and somehow they would end up trapped somewhere together again… 

 A man can dream. 

 As he headed into the living room, Luke saw the sliver of light showing beneath his bedroom door. His night lamp must’ve been on. There was no one that had access to his place and there was a strong possibility that he had simply forgotten it that way, especially with all this crap on his mind. That thing was so weak it was barely noticeable during the day.

 Luke immediately thought of going to get his suit. But the worst case scenario was some thug that broke in. Instead, he took the gun he kept hidden at the back of his TV and crept towards the bedroom. 

 He stormed inside, gun pointed confidently ahead. “Freeze!” 

 Seated at the side of his bed was Selina, rifling through some of his family albums. She noticed the gun and smiled, then lifted her arms high. “You got me.” 

“Jesus,” said Luke with a sigh, lowering the gun. “You scared the shit out of me.” 

“Sorry.” 

 He could see the sleek trench coat she was wearing and knew she couldn’t have come here in any “official” capacity as Catwoman. And why sneak in? Unless…

“You came home late,” she said. “Did you find anything?”

“No,” said Luke, searching to find his words. “How did you get in?”

“I mean your place isn’t very secure. And I know where you live. Well, I do now. Bruce has files on everybody, everything about them. A little creepy if you ask me.”

 Luke couldn’t help but smile darkly. “Maybe not everything.” 

 Selina met his gaze. “You’ve got nothing else to say to me?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. I’m just asking.”

 The aggressiveness in her tone surprised him. “You don’t say anything for over a week, you show up at my place dressed up like you’re Audrey Hepburn or something, and you expect me to have something to say to you?”

 Selina stood up suddenly. “Then maybe I shouldn’t have come here. If you’ve got nothing to say.”

“So what? You just showed up randomly?” The whole situation she created and how she treated it was infuriating. “You just thought you wanted to look around my place?”

 Selina’s eyes narrowed threateningly. “You know why I’m here,” she said icyly. “I’ve been thinking about what happened. And I find it hard… not to think about it.”

“Well, me too.” 

“Good. Great. So what now?”

 Defeated, Luke sat down at the edge of the bed and sighed, crumpling without any vigor left. He tossed the gun in the corner. “Look, what do you want me to say? That I missed you? Yes, alright? I missed you. You want me to feel bad about that? I don’t.”

“I never said you should. It would probably be the right thing. But it wouldn’t be what I would want.” 

 The sudden shift in her tone was unexpected. He turned and saw that Selina smiled a little, though she remained hesitant. His heart beat so wildly in his chest to have her so close that he couldn’t help himself. He rose and padded over to her and took her by the hand. “You can tell me anything.”

“You barely know me,” Selina said. “Things I’ve done. All that. You realize what you’d be doing here? You’d have Batman on your bad side for the rest of time.”

“Bruce would never hurt us if this is just how we feel.”

“Hurt us? No. But he will be hurt. And he won’t forget it. He’s grooming you to be his successor, you know. The next Batman. Who knows, you might even inherit all of it. His depressing cave, a resurrected, undead Alfred, and all that Wayne money. I kinda doubt he’d want to give you all that if you…” Selina swallowed thoughtfully. “You know.” 

 Successor? Batman? Luke hadn’t even considered that. He knew Bruce was trying to help him get his skills up so he could be more of a help, but taking over after the old man never even occurred to him. And all that cash? Mansions, models, and supercars, he thought, remembering all those articles he read about Bruce Wayne, the rich playboy that every respectable socialite loved to despise. 

“And then there’s me,” said Selina. “I’m not exactly girlfriend material.”

“Except for Bruce?” he snapped with jealousy. So she was good enough to be Bruce’s girlfriend but not his? “Why do you think I’m some idiot?”

“You’re not. Probably.” Selina smirked, but not without kindness. “But that’s not the point. I’m saying what happened, happened. Pheromones and all that, you know. But if you do this, there’s no turning back. For either one of us.” 

 Luke grabbed her suddenly by the wrists and pinned her against the wall. “Who said I want to turn back?” 

 Selina had a strong body, but the difference in their stature was still enough to have her look up at him slightly unsettled as he towered over her. “Last chance,” she said.

 Though they weren’t even doing anything yet, he could already feel himself harden. “I’m in.” 

 Selina grinned. Then, a moment later, he was looking up at the ceiling. It all happened so quickly that he wasn’t sure how exactly she got out of his grip and managed to kick him backwards with that much force. She’s much stronger than she looks, damn…

 Hand over his chest, Luke jumped up to his feet. “You can pack a punch, Selina…” 

 The trench coat was piled up at her feet now, while Selina’s tight body stood almost entirely revealed. All she wore was elegant lingerie, her smooth white limbs gleaming in the low lamplight. Luke looked at the tight abs around her stomach and the way they flexed as she breathed as well as the muscular thighs and strong arms. Yet despite all the power in that slender body she was still feminine and graceful, with generously wide hips and breasts so squishy and large that they trembled in the cups of her bra. 

 Selina took a step forwards, her heels clacking against the floorboard. “I wish that night never happened,” she said. “Then none of this would be happening.”

“Fuck that,” said Luke, putting a hand possessively on her hips. He ran his finger up and down the luscious white skin, feeling empowered to see her coming to him like this. No matter how weak he may have been sentimentally, at least he was certain she loved what she got enough to show up here in spite of her better judgment. 

 He moved his hand till it spread along her asscheek and squeezed it firmly. Selina shuddered and then bit her lip. “God.”

“What? Hasn’t Bruce taken care of you?” Even with all of this being offered to him on a platter, Luke realized that he was still feeling jealous. What’s wrong with me?

 Selina leaned in and kissed his chest lovingly. “You’re a fucking idiot.” 

 He grinned and kneaded her ass with both hands, lifting her up against him. They shared a passionate, intimate kiss, and as he played with her soft cheeks Luke allowed himself to feel some pride. She could take me, probably. And yet she still chose to submit herself like a good girl. 

 Selina responded to his kiss by bringing her arms and legs around him, loosening from her hesitation. She lifted up his shirt and took it off, allowing her fingertips to trace over his bare skin. Now that this was happening, it shocked her that she had actually gone through with that silly plan she formulated. Just show up and see what happens. 

 It was only the haze of unfulfilled lust that brought her here, an intense, mad desire for nothing but to worship his big black cock and surrender to him completely and become his pliant little white toy. But there was no more regret now. It was too late for regrets. Nothing matters, she thought, as her fingers travelled over the powerful muscles in his back, knowing that they would be dripping with sweat soon. 

“I want you to fuck me like it’s your last night alive,” she said. 

 Luke chuckled grimly. “Are you saying it might be?”

“Who knows? Don’t let me down.” 

 He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down slowly, noticing the way her eyes fluttered as his thick cock came into his view. “Is this what you wanted?”

 Selina bit her lip. “Yeah…” 

 He grabbed her by the neck and shook her. “I asked,” he intoned harshly, “is this what you wanted?”

“Yes, sir. I wanted your big black cock. Please.” 

 His pants hung off the head for one more moment then came down, letting the BBC spring up, erect and throbbing. “Don’t touch it.” Luke circled her, reaching out to feel her body, looking at it from every angle. It was incredibly just how in shape she was, how every muscle underneath that silky white skin was toned just right. Bruce says no to this. God, what a lunatic.

 The tips of his fingers slipped down her spine. Selina shivered and cooed in response. Luke looked down at the perfect ass and gave it a powerful spank. “You’re a bad girl for coming here, you know that? A cheating slut.” 

“I know...” admitted Selina weakly. 

“Can you imagine what Bruce would say if he saw you giving yourself to me like this?” 

“Maybe he’d ask if he can watch.” 

 It was a joke, but not one that Luke appreciated. He still had enough respect for Bruce that he could never see him as some cuck. He tugged hard on her hair. “He has no idea how fucked up you are, does he? No idea that you’ve been with him again, making him think nothing is happening, even after you just let me fuck you. You let me. Let’s not pretend those pheromones did anything. You wanted me inside of you.”

 The reminder should’ve been enough to make her hesitate. Instead, Selina just bit her lip and looked up at him mischievously, ready to get fucked. Luke could tell she was fully his now. He considered putting his arms around her, kissing her and confessing how much he missed her instead of playing games. How long he waited for her to come back to him like this. But after that long wait, it felt good to take some control back and teach her a lesson. 

 His hand moved down between her legs and rubbed at her cunt. Selina got up on her toes, moaning breathlessly. “Come on,” said Luke teasingly. “This is what you wanted, right?”

“I want you in my mouth,” she blurted. “I need to taste you again.” 

 Smirking, he put a hand on her head and pushed down. “On your knees.” 

 Selina got down before him like a submissive slave, looking up into his eyes with a lustful, heated gaze. Luke could see her eyes travelling down to his shaft. He raised his dick and brought it to rest against her face. 

 Selina closed her eyes and smiled happily as if she were cuddling a teddy bear. “It’s so nice…” 

 Luke said nothing and watched her. She pressed her lips together and gave the underside of the shaft loving kisses, traveling up towards the head. Seeing that Luke wasn’t stopping her, she took the big black cock in her nimble white fingers, working it with slow and careful strokes as her wet mouth opened to take the head in. 

 Her drooling tongue caressed along its girth affectionately, slathering it till it dripped, her eyes moving up to peer at him again. No words were needed. Luke grabbed her hair with one hand as she slipped the head past her lips, nestling it in the protective heat of her mouth. Selina sucked on it with determination until he could feel the precum oozing out the head and saw her smiling victoriously with her mouth fully stuffed.

 Just then, Luke heard his phone ring. He reached down and picked it up, feeling needles pressing into his spine as he saw the number. “It’s Bruce,” he said.

 Selina shrugged. “So? Answer him.”

 She went right back to worshiping his dick as Luke took the call and put the phone to his ear. “Bruce.”

“Luke. You made it back safely?”

“I am. Something wrong?”

“Was just wondering if you’ve seen Selina.” 

 Luke listened carefully to the tone of the voice coming out the speaker, trying to discern if there was any hint of suspicion in it. But he could sense nothing. “Haven’t seen her. Should we be worried?” 

“No, I figured. You know how she is. Was thinking maybe you bumped into her. Hey, you did good work out there today.” 

 Selina decided to deepthroat his cock until there were tears in her eyes. Luke pulled her head back by the hair, suppressing the moan that built up inside of him. With Bruce over the phone? Are you insane? he wanted to ask her. She brought her tongue out and flicked his head, then licked all the way down until she reached his balls. With the glistening big black cock covering up most of her face, she sucked his nuts into his mouth and tended to them.

“Luke?” said Bruce at length.

“Yeah… Sorry,” he responded with a stammer, trying to get some of the hot air out of his lungs. “I, uh… I’m a little bit tired.” 

“That’s fine,” said Bruce. “We’ll talk more tomorrow.” 

“Let’s do that.” 

 The moment the call ended, he breathed with relief. “You’re crazy,” he told Selina. “Just crazy.” 

 She stroked his dick with one hand and narrowed her eyes. “Did he ask for me?”

“He asked if I had seen you. He doesn’t know where you are.” 

“Well, I guess if he’s really determined he’ll find me. I didn’t try to cover my tracks. But I have a feeling he’s too occupied.” 

 The last thing Luke wanted to think about right now was Batman tracking this crazy bitch to her whereabouts. He shoved his dick back into her mouth and this time pushed her down on his shaft himself, using both hands to grind the BBC down her throat until the drool dripped out her nostrils. “You should learn to be quiet.” 

 Her throat was so moist and tight that he couldn’t surrender his hold on it. It wrapped around his shaft so nicely that he just brought her up and down, occasionally letting her breathe in for a second before he slammed his big black cock back her stretched throat, hitting the back of it until her eyes blinked away a stream of black mascara tears. 

 Selina made no complaint. Even when he could tell that she was having difficulty breathing, she allowed herself to be used nonetheless. She had always liked rough treatment in bed, at least so long as nobody got any long-term hurt. But it was more than that now. Letting her tight little white throat get abused by his kingly black rod felt like the right thing to do. Something inside her brain activated that told her she needed to obey Luke and do his bidding, regardless of what happened to her. She wanted abject submission to his BBC if that was what it took for him to love her and stick by her. 

 Grinning, he pulled out his dick and slapped it playfully against her face. “You’re gonna black out.” 

“That’s fine. You can still use me afterwards.” 

 He snorted, then reached down and scooped her up in his arms. “You really are nuts.” Selina clambered up his arm for a kiss and he returned it, moving his hands over her sexy body until they ended up in bed. 

 Selina pushed his arms off and kissed his chest, then pinned him down. She put a hand over his mouth and silenced him. “Don’t move.” 

 She grinded her pussy against his abs on her way down to his dick, then brought it up and held her against her stomach. Both could see that the throbbing monster towered past her belly button. 

 Luke grabbed one of her nipples and pinched it gently. “What are you waiting for?”

 Selina twisted his arm and put it back on the bed. “I told you, don’t move.” She lifted herself high up and then placed the head of his cock against her pussy, lowering herself down on top of it. Her legs shook as it went in deeper and deeper, inch after inch, till at last the whole shaft was buried inside of her pussy.

 Selina grinded against it, trying to settle the huge shaft inside of her. It’s so big, she thought, a film of sweat glimmering along her forehead as her whole body worked itself up. So fucking big. She moved back and forth rhythmically for a minute until she remembered what it was like to have this monster inside of her, relaxing her muscles until she could feel her body relaxing somewhat. 

 Luke was smirking devilishly. “You sure you’re doing OK?”

 Selina slapped and lowered herself on top of him. “I told you to shut up.”

“Actually, you said don’t move.” 

“Well…” She kissed him again, using her muscles to squeeze the BBC filling her up. She could feel his strong body trembling underneath her and smiled proudly over the effects she was having on him. She pulled away from the kiss, still holding onto his lip for a few moments, then repositioned herself with her hands over his abs in a comfortable cowgirl position. 

 His fingers buried herself in her ass but this time Selina allowed it. Holding his eyes, she began moving up and down, back and forth, rotating it around to keep him questioning as she rode his dick. “You like that?”

“Fuuuck!” drawled Luke, tilting his head back. “Jesus, Selina.” 

“I’m not your Jesus, darling.”

 Her tight body gained speed with every movement till she was bouncing up and down savagely on his dick, feeling the powerful way it throbbed inside of her. 

 Luke was amazed at how she could throw herself at it like that. Her body was so light, but yet so strong, and her pussy was milking his dick so well that it was difficult to keep it under control. Refusing to let herself get dominated by her, he gritted his teeth and regained some determination, then spanked her ass. “Keep riding,” he ordered. 

“What, are you gonna come already?” asked Selina teasingly. 

 He pinched her nipple again and slapped her ass savagely, smacking it till he could hear a gasp leaving her mouth. Attagirl, he thought. She was slowly passing back some of the control to him, keeping her gaze locked on his eyes as her body undulated on his dick. 

 Luke started thrusting against her moves, playing around with her. He was hitting deep spots she wasn’t ready for till he saw her grimace and smirk. “You bastard.” 

 He continued that way till he made her grunt, then he grabbed both nipples and pulled her down. Selina kissed him greedily as his hands kneaded her ass, most of the power now transfering over to his body. Though he was almost ready to come a few minutes ago, he could tell that it was she that struggled to hold it in now.

 Holding onto her, Luke rotated till she was under him. The way she looked at him for a split second was so vulnerable that it was adorable. He kissed her cheek lovingly and wiped the sweat from her blushing face. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”

 Selina giggled. Her fingers traced their way down his immense back, prodding at the heavy, almost beastly musculature there. “I think I’d like that…”

“Yeah?”

 They kissed again. The first kiss was quick, but they both returned it with a longer one that turned into a proper make out session. Selina wrapped her pale arms around his neck, breathing hotly against him. “I want you to breed me,” she whispered.

 Luke laughed. The word took him by surprise. “Breed you?”

 But she wasn’t joking, nor did she laugh in response. “Yes,” she said, her hand stroking his cheek. “Breed the fuck out of me, please.” 

 If that was her wish, then he would make it come true. 

 Looking into her eyes, he slid back inside of her, feeling how insanely wet she had become. Her little white pussy gripped his big black cock with all the strength she had left, her flushed cheeks gleaming with sweat in the lamplight of his bedroom. “Don’t stop…” she begged again.

 Luke understood what this would mean. Filling her up. Potentially leaving her pregnant. With all the complications that came from her being Bruce’s wife, he hadn’t given full importance to the other implications of what he was doing. This might be my wife soon, and for a long time, he thought. We might be together forever.

 Not to mention, all of this might’ve led to a baby.

 The look in her eyes was also thoughtful and Luke suspected she was having similar thoughts. “I want to fill me up,” she repeated.

 The sultry words and their import did more to turn him than anything else. As he took her slowly and deeply in the missionary position, Luke made her feel every inch of his dick, getting her close to coming. 

 He could see her biting her lip and then saw her eyes rolling back. Her whole body was twisting and turning in response to his thrusts and Luke could tell she was ready. To be bred, just as she asked. 

 He plunged into her deeply for one last time, giving up all control over his dick. He could feel it melting away in her hot pussy as he came, shooting all that baby batter from his big black cock straight into her fertile white womb. 

 Selina cried as if she were delirious, the back of her hand pressed against her forehead as long moans left her drooling mouth. Luke kissed her chest and tasted her nipples, then kissed her and attempted to calm her down. “Hey, hey… You alright?”

 She nodded, listening to him but unable to control her body. Her limbs wrapped around him, holding him tightly, keeping the huge cock inside of her to make sure as much of his cum as possible settled into her womb. “Fuck,” she whispered. “Fuck…” 

 Ten minutes later, they lay next to one another, trying to calm down.

 Luke wondered if this was going to be a repeat of last time, with her getting up and running for the hills, leaving him alone and heartbroken until the next time she decided to give into her desires.

 Selina reached out to feel his dick and turned her head towards him. “What’s going through your mind right now?”

“Honestly?” said Luke, sounding a bit too harsh. “I’m wondering how many minutes there are until you leave.”

 Selina withdrew her hand in annoyance and turned to the other side. Then, after a few minutes of pregnant silence, she turned back to him and brought her head to his chest. “Let’s go away from here,” she said, her nails tracing over his pecs.

“What? Where?”

“Anywhere. Away from Gotham.”

“This is our home.”

“It was our home,” said Selina. “Listen, Bruce has been trying to fix this city for the better part of thirty years. And look at it. It’s still getting worse every year. And I’d like to say it’s made him better; but the more I hear about his past from him and Alfred, the more I learn about what happened, the greater my conviction that this city is fucked. That it should just be nuked or cordoned off from the rest of the country, with all the psychos in it left to rot and die. I’ve seen what it’s done to him. What it’s done to everyone. This place is fucking cursed!”

“Psychos,” repeated Luke, refusing to meet her eyes. “Like me and you?” he asked indignantly. Like my father? Like Bruce?”

 Selina sighed and clicked her tongue. “You know, they have these tests. They put misbehaving kids in classrooms that have great students, and in other cases they put those well-behaving students in classrooms full of little savages. And what do you think happens? You think that one good kid manages to turn the others around?” She sniffed in disbelief. “We’re outnumbered. Gotham can’t be saved. It can only ruin us. But you can save yourself. The both of us, in fact. And if that’s not enough, Luke, if you still want to pursue Bruce’s crazy dream of misery and self-hate, well… I’m not going to drag you from here. But I’m not raising a child in this hellhole one way or another.” 

 It was that last sentence that meant everything. Raising a child? What was the implication there? That she was going to have his child? That she wanted them to be together? Truly together?

 Selina turned around again. “Think about it.” 



 Winter came early. 

 Luke woke up here to the sound of blistering winds outside the cabin and the frost making its way up the glass. There was a fireplace in the bedroom with a roaring, crackling fire, but not even that was enough to keep the place warm. They had bought an electric heater and that was plugged in, too.

 Next to him, Selina slept soundly. Though he was a hopeless romantic that never wanted to separate from her, she would always move away right before sleep, preferring to be alone on the side of the bed. 

 Luke slid up against her and cuddled her from behind. “Good morning.” 

“Not yet… Too early.” 

“I’m afraid it’s not. It’s 11am.”

 Selina sighed loudly. “Jesus.” 

 She moved him away a little and then turned on her back. Luke pulled the sheets down to reveal her swollen nipples and then further until he could see the bump in her belly. He put his black hand over her tummy, feeling proud of the baby growing up inside of there. 

 Selina eyed him warily. “You’re going to be a helicopter parent.”

 He laughed. “No.” 

“Absolutely.” 

“No,” he repeated, kissing her. He caressed her belly and the baby growing inside there as he sucked her tongue into his mouth, getting ready for one more amazing day with Selina. “You kn-”

 His words were interrupted by the loud breaking of glass. He covered Selina and the baby instinctively and looked over his shoulder at the opening, wondering what had led to it. Was it the difference in temperature? Could that have caused it? 

“Luke…” said Selina with a trembling voice. 

 He looked at her frightened face and then followed her pointing finger to the ceiling. Then he saw it. The batarang…

 An hour later he drove away from the cabin to the diner in the small town. He parked the car and got out, then headed inside. He greeted the woman at the register with a nod and looked around. 

 Bruce sat at the very end, looking right at him. A death glare.

 There he is, thought Luke. He was angry about the way Bruce thought to say hello, but he figured they deserved that after disappearing. He could only imagine what the old man must’ve been thinking. Probably wants to murder me. And I don’t blame him. The message on the batarang was clear too: Bruce wanted to come meet him here, and alone. 

 Luke couldn’t imagine a scenario where Batman would kill him, but his heart still thudded wildly as he sat down.

“Mr. Wayne,” he said respectfully.

 Bruce sipped on his coffee, his cold eyes staring at him. “Some place you chose to go to.”

“It’s safe.”

“For now. Lots of places are safe, until they aren’t. That’s the thing with infections, they tend to spread, until they overtake the body.”

 Luke struggled to find his words. “Look, I-”

“I can understand why you left. Or felt the need to. But I came here to tell you it’s time to come back home.”

“I’m sorry,” said Luke. “About Selina and-”

 Bruce lifted a hand to close the subject. “I don’t care about that, kid. You two have made your choice and I don’t want to hear about it. If Selina is happier at your side, then she has my blessing. I have far bigger problems than that to deal with right now.”

 For the next half hour, Bruce explained to him in detail why exactly he had come. He told him about all the new figures that had appeared around Gotham and all the old “friends” that were coming out to play. “Ivy is out too,” he added. “She hates you, you know. She told me about what happened between you and, uh…” Bruce sipped on his coffee angrily. “Actually, last time we saw each other she wanted to play nice. Maybe she can still be redeemed. I guess I should thank you for that.”

 Luke listened to all of it. Deep down he knew that Bruce was right. It was selfish to go away. And it was even selfish to think about your own kids when the world was in danger. Gotham needed every decent person it could get, but…

“I don’t think that’s for me anymore,” he said calmly.

“So you’re going to hide here while the blood of Gotham drains into the gutters? All right, then. That’s your final choice?”

 Luke kept his head lowered. This was shameful. “I’m sorry…” I just want Selina. The child. That’s all. 

 Bruce said nothing. He remained still, his icy gaze intent on killing him with shame. Then, after a time, he got up and got his coat. “You could’ve had it all, kid. You know, I respected your father a great deal. For a long time, he and Alfred were the only family I had. He always told me that you were a good boy. That you always did the right thing.” 

 He finished buttoning up his coat and then glared down at Luke one last time. “I know it’s customary to say that your parents would be proud of you. But, Luke?... Your father would not be proud of you.” 

 Bruce left without another word. Luke trembled as he heard the front door of the diner chime with finality. Every part of him told him to go out there and chase Bruce down and tell him he changed his mind. But that was just not right. He really is just consumed by hatred. His parting words showed that. There was justice, and then there was obsession. 

 Luke couldn’t imagine a more dedicated lover than Selina. But Bruce gave that up with indifference. All sacrificed for Gotham. And what did he get in exchange? Suffering. Hopelessness. Loneliness.

 My father would be proud of me, actually, thought Luke. 



 Selina waited for Luke to return with bated breath. 

 Bruce truly is crazy, she thought, staring at the batarang on the coffee table. Any normal person would have knocked. She had still felt bad about how they left for the last two months, but seeing the way he decided to come back into their lives, she no longer entertained that thought. Leaving was the best possible decision. 

 She sat there watching a stupid reality show, drinking hot chocolate and cradling her stomach. As the minutes went by, she began to worry about Luke. Though she wanted to believe Bruce was too committed to justice to do anything, there were moments when she wondered if all the things he went through would finally get him to snap.

 After two hours without a call, she considered getting dressed and going out there herself. But just as she picked up the phone to check with Luke, he entered, carrying a bag of groceries. “I got some stuff,” he said. “And I’ve got a guy coming later to replace that window.” 

 Selina stared at him. “Okay… And B-Bruce?” she stammered nervously.

 Luke took off his jacket and sighed. “He’s gone. Probably forever.”

“Just like that?”

“Just like that.” 

 He came and sat down next to her, looking glum. “It’s all right, though. This is the right thing.”

 Selina smiled and stroked his cheek. “Of course it is.” 

“Have you had lunch?” he asked. “Want me to fix you up? Lots to choose from.”

 He chose me, she thought, feeling rather proud of herself. Over Gotham, over his father, over Bruce, over being Batman. He wanted me more. There was a devilish satisfaction in the thought but there was no ill-will in it. Selina may have doubted if being with him would truly work out in the start, but now she knew that it would. They were perfect for one another. And he was the man she wanted. 

 Her hand went down from his face to his top and unbuttoned his flannel shirt. Luke only smiled passively as she revealed his pecs and abs. “I think I’ll go for dessert. Some chocolate dessert,” she whispered as she leaned in to lick them.  

 Luke put his arms around her and pulled her in close. Selina could tell that he was trying to bring about a romantic cuddling session or similar, but that was not what she was interested in. Not at all…

 Instead she brought her lips down till she reached his crotch. She kissed his cock through the pants, looking up at him pleadingly. She scratched at his chest playfully and meowed. 

 Luke laughed grimly. “Jesus, Selina. Alright.” 

 He lowered his pants and she immediately took up his dick. She eyed the big black cock hungrily, feeling it harden in her hand as she stroked it, growing larger and larger till it was big enough to cover up her whole face. 

 Selina got in closer and kissed it, taking her lips all the way up until she could suck on the head. 

 In all her childhood years, she had never imagined going steady with anyone, let alone getting married or having a child. Even with Bruce, even with all his wealth, his influence, even with the coolness factor of standing next to a guy that was seen as a god by many in Gotham and was personal friends with Superman… not even that could get her to commit to a proper marriage.

 No, what she needed was this irresistible black cock. A strong man like Luke that could make her feel both loved and protected… but ultimately in control. To submit to him as his woman was the best thing she could ask for. 

 The moment that throbbing black monster entered her mouth, it was her entire world. All she wanted. A big black cock to worship every day and breed with until they would have a house full of babies.

“I love you,” said Luke, moving his fingers through her hair. “You know that?”

 Selina kissed his powerful shaft. “I know.” 

 He pulled her up suddenly and pressed her against his chest. Selina buried her head against his neck and moved her lips along it lovingly. Luke lifted her ass up and slowly brought her down on his dick. “Soon we’re going to have to stop with this,” he said. “I’m afraid of hurting the baby.” 

“But not today… Please, not today…”

“No,” he said with a snort. “Not today.”

 He took up the remote and flipped through the channels as Selina started to ride him. Luke kept one hand protectively over her the white ass, feeling the jiggle in her cheeks as she bounced up and down his dick. 

 As he switched through different channels, he came over the news. <<Leaked reports from police say that the audience had been gassed prior to the Joker’s appearance on stage, and that the->>

 His whole body jumped and he flicked away to a sports channel and left it on there. 

 All heated up, Selina smiled at him. “Something wrong?”

 Luke saw his reflection in her beautiful eyes and kissed her, then fixed her hair. “Nothing.” He slapped her ass again, gripping it with both hands now, ready to fuck her silly. “I own this ass.” 

“Yes, you do, Daddy,” she cooed in his ear. “I’m all yours. Forever.” 

 He could feel arousal spiking all the way through his cock as he impaled her deep. “You’re going to give me at least ten kids. Otherwise I’ll find a better breeding slut to replace you with.”

 Selina liked being talked down to, he knew that. She kissed his neck and nibbled on it, using her pussy to grind his big black cock down. “I’m yours… All yours now…” 

 All mine, thought Luke, looking around at the spacious cabin. As he slapped her ass and punished her pussy, his eyes went back to the sharp batarang gleaming on the table. All mine...
