Chapter 1 - Going In


 The streets were calm - at least for Gotham.

 Usually, Bruce would have taken an evening like this to rest and leave the small-fries to the rookies. A good chance to put their skills to the test without facing serious harm. 

 But for whatever reason, he woke up with a strange premonition and decided to go out anyway. He ended up spending most of the night looking over Batwing and giving him pointers as he went after the lowlife thugs whose crimes usually went unobserved and unanswered during nights of heavy traffic. 

 Standing at the lip of the building and looking down into the alleyway, Bruce watched as Batwing beat the crap out of some tattooed freak that tried dragging a young girl there after him minutes before. Thankfully, they answered her panicked screams in time and released her. 

 Guys like these were better served by a lesson than being dragged through the already packed and understaffed prisons. Gotham’s cells had way too many psychos to be housing low-end filth that knew better. So when Luke started beating on him, Bruce allowed it. But now it was getting out of hand.

“Batwing!” His voice rang down into the alley. 

 Masked, Luke looked up with his fist balled, ready to deliver another punch. The thug was already bleeding from his nose and half-passed out. 

 As it happened, the police sirens rang in the distance just at the right moment. “Time to go,” said Bruce. 

 Batwing threw away the limp body of the thug and joined him on the rooftops as they made their way. “You were going a little too far there,” said Bruce. “You’re not supposed to kill them.”

“That girl was fifteen. He tried to-”

“What he tried to do doesn’t matter. We intervened. We put an end to it. And he got the punishment he deserved. If he won’t learn his lesson from the first few punches, he won’t learn it from another hundred.” 

 Luke pursed his lips. He knew Batman was right, yet found it difficult to control his rage in situations like those. Because, sure, they stopped it - this time. But how many people out there were suffering because of crimes that they couldn’t stop? I’m giving some of these fists for those people too. 

 There was a barely perceptible drip from above when Luke left home; but that soon turned into a drizzle and now as they advanced towards the sirens the rain was getting heavier. 

 Following the sound of the sirens, he and Batman ended up at the downtown museum, which was now surrounded by police cars up front. One of the cops raised a megaphone and yelled toward the entrance. “This is Gotham police. You’re surrounded on all sides. Let the hostages come out and then we can start negotiating.”

 Batman glided down next to one of the cars and spooked the chubby redheaded cop standing there. “What’s the situation?”

“Buncha crooks broke into the museum.”

“Take anything?”

 The cop shrugged. “We don’t know yet. Just got the alarm from inside and now we’re waiting.” 

 Luke glanced towards the entrance but could see nothing either. “Come on,” Batman told him. “We’ll try to go in from above.” 

 They made their way up the building adjacent to the museum and then jumped on the museum rooftops. By now, the patter of the rain was incessant. 

“Great weather,” Luke muttered.

“Good for us,” said Batman. “Less likely they’ll hear us coming.” 

 As they scouted the rooftop for a way in, a third figure emerged out of the shadows. Sashaying sensually before them, Catwoman stopped and smirked. “Evening, boys.” 

 The sultry voice always got a reaction out of Luke no matter what she was saying. Not to mention the skintight outfit. One could see her round bubble butt and large breasts from any angle, and the curves were especially impressive - if not downright obscene on a body so tight and small. 

 Just thinking about what she would be capable of in bed made Luke shudder with desire and harden all the way instantly. But of course, no matter how much she liked her, that wasn’t an option. Though Catwoman was around his age, she had eyes only for Batman. Luke couldn’t blame her for that. Who would settle for the sidekick when you could get the interest of the legendary dark knight of Gotham? She’s the lucky one in this situation for getting the big prize. But I’m the unlucky one for getting nothing...

“Are you this low on cash?” Batman asked her.

“Always with your highly-developed sense of humor,” she sniffed mirthlessly. “No, I actually came to visit and on my way here heard the sirens. Then I saw those guys on the roof, knocked them unconscious, and took the keycard they were carrying.”

“Guys? What guys?” 

 Catwoman led them over to where three unconscious men were stacked on top of one another. The third one, a bald guy with ebony dark-skin and a gleaming bald head, was so large that Luke wondered how she ever could have taken him down, never mind all at once. But Catwoman could be cunning. 

 Batman crouched to inspect them. “You won’t find anything,” she insisted. “There was only the card.” 

“Show me,” he demanded. 

 Holding his eyes, Catwoman bit her lip as the rain struck her face and began to unbutton her outfit. The zipper revealed her deep cleavage, then went all the way past her breasts and showed the soft pale globes pushing against one another. Between them was a card. “Take it, if you need it.” 

 Thinking he was intruding on a private moment, Luke tore his eyes away. Jesus, he thought. How can she be like that?

 Batman remained characteristically calm and collected. “Doesn’t say anything to me.” 

 Luke turned back and saw him studying the keycard, indifferent to the incredible breasts just inches away from his fingers. I bet she’d do whatever he wanted her to. How many times has he taken her already? God... Just by looking at her eyes, he could feel the intensity behind how she gazed at Bruce; underneath the playful facade there was a longing and deep love.

“Come on,” said Batman, handing her back the keycard. “We bett-” 

 The explosion in the distance grabbed the attention of all three. It was big enough that they could see it from the other side of the city. “What the hell is that?” asked Catwoman. 

 By the time Batman opened his mouth to respond, the Bat signal was already up in the sky. “I’ll go see what’s going on. I had a feeling something was off tonight.”

 Catwoman got next to him. “I’m coming with you.”

“You’re not. Stay here with Batwing. Get the bad guys.”

“Come on, I haven’t seen you since yesterday… ” Looking back with annoyance towards Luke, she added: “Plus, he’s a big and trained boy, he can handle himself, can’t he?”

 What did I do? Luke wondered.

 Standing there in the rain, barely visible, Batman turned his head towards her slowly. “He can. Which is why if I needed any back-up, especially someone I can trust completely, I’d pick him. But since I don’t, I’m going to leave him here to help you.”

 Catwoman crossed her arms. “Thank god you remind me at times of why I used to hate you.”

 Batman prepared himself. A smile crept over his face. “Used to?” 

 She wrinkled her nose and though Luke could not see it in the weather and lighting, had a feeling she was blushing. 

 He glided away and disappeared into the night, leaving her standing there alone, the rivulets of rain drops coursing down her arched back to her firm buttcheeks. “You’re right!” she yelled after him. “I still do!” 

 Luke watched her, waiting. “What’s the plan?”

“The plan is you don’t get in my way and I forget you’re here.” 

 Catwoman went to one of the skylights and ran her gloved hand over it. When lifted her hand away, a circle of glass came off that was just above the size of a football.

“What are you trying to do?” he asked. 

 There was no response. She appeared to be too irked by what Batman said to cooperate with him. Instead, she gracefully backed down into the hole in the window, impossibly slithering her sexy body through it. 

 When only her head was left, she said, “Don’t follow me.”  

 Then she dropped down. Luke followed her for a couple of seconds before she disappeared from view. Come on. What am I supposed to do?

 He tried putting a leg through the hole, but even his suited thigh was too large to go all the way through. The thought of her being small and slippery enough that she passed through it turned him on again. God… Batman is a lucky guy.

 The lights went off a moment later. Then there were gunshots. 

 No longer willing to risk waiting, he jumped and crashed through the skylight. He came down with the raining chunks of glass and rushed towards the action. There were more pistols going off, but that turnee to rifle fire as he approached. “Catwoman!?” Luke yelled with worry. 

 Then the doors blast open. At least a dozen different figures ran through the acrid smoke, firing blindly behind them - even hitting one of their own and leaving him behind in the panic. Catwoman sprinted after them, chasing them with her whip. 

“What are you standing there for? Catch them!” 

 Her whip wrapped around the ankles of one and brought him down, but the others were splitting off and running in different directions. Luke saw Catwoman going up to the second floor after three of them, so he followed the others down the main floor. 

“Stop!” he told them. “You can’t run from us!” 

 One of the thugs stopped suddenly and opened fire with his AK in Luke’s direction. Clicking his tongue, he moved aside and remained under cover fire as an ancient statue opposite him got shattered by the bullets. Sorry, he wanted to tell it. 

 Luke heard the guy throw away the AK once the mag ran empty and chased after them. The bastards had infiltrated the museum from below by detonating the floor on their way in and now they were running back the same way. As he went down below after them Luke wondered where they were headed. 

“Stop running,” he yelled after them again. No, he really didn’t feel bad about punching that guy before. These types of guys never learn. 

 They made their way through a reinforced door and Luke followed through it as well. It was dark on the other side, but that made him feel safe from their gunfire. 

 He wasn’t sure what the place was because there were plants on every rafter. Some of them smelled so egregiously that it made him choke and cough. What is this? Exotic plants for an exhibit?

 He thought the feeling would pass, but the further he went the more he could feel a tightening in his lungs, almost like he couldn’t breathe in enough air. Now he could hear nothing of the bad guys. “Wh-” He opened his mouth to speak but started coughing again. There seemed to be more gas in the air now…

 Just as he figured out whose gas it probably was, Luke fell down to his knees and passed out. 



 Poison Ivy never thought that she would be so lucky.

 Really, her plan with the little distraction at the museum was to maybe get her hands on some worthwhile playthings or test subjects. At most, she imagined their disappearance would draw enough attention for her to spring a trap on Batman or at least one of his lackeys. 

 But she could have never imagined she could be so lucky as to capture not only one, but two of them.  

 As the braindead thugs she employed deposited Catwoman and Batwing before her, Ivy gushed with emotion and laughed in delight as she traced her fingertips over their chests. “Oh my. What good fortune comes my way.” 

“I mean we nabbed ‘em for you,” said one of the thugs. “There’s a reward in that right?”

 As Poison Ivy lifted her eyes from her catch to look at the talking monkeys in front of her, a deep feeling of disgust overwhelmed her sensitive heart. She sent out one of her vines to make sure the doors were shut in place, then let the others wrap around their legs and then pass under their suits. The thugs laughed it off at first, but panicked when the plants got around their throats and tightened with crushing pressure until their eyes bulged. 

 Ivy listened to the pops of their necks and the death groans and let them slump lifelessly on the floor. 

“How lovely,” she said again, her attention going back to her new captives. 

 Once, Catwoman was someone she may have even called an ally under some circumstances. But now she had betrayed all of that to ally herself with the Bat. 

 Ivy gently stroked Catwoman’s pale face as she lay there. “Don’t worry. I have just the cure for your misplaced affection.”





 Selina opened her eyes to an unfamiliar room. There was some flowery wallpaper on the wall and a pink night table next to the bed. Looking down at herself, she could see that she was wearing some black lingerie, though she had no recollection of how she got into it or where she was. 

 It wasn’t the first time she found herself in an unfamiliar place, but her memory was completely fuzzy this time. She remembered the museum. Batman and his antics. Then going in and chasing after the thieves… 

 And then…

 As her eyes surveyed her surroundings the corner of her eye finally caught the dark body on the other side of bed. Lying there next to her Batwing. 

 Unlike her, the sculpted body was left entirely naked all the way down. Selina noticed the big black cock resting gently over his abs and averted her gaze. 

 It was not the first time she had seen a dick that big, but it was the first time she saw one in real life, and definitely the first time she had been in bed like this with a black guy. 

 We didn’t sleep together, there’s no way… Selina wracked her brain to find an explanation, but that was impossible. She loved Bruce. She wouldn’t have betrayed him for anything in the world, and would’ve gladly died to save him if it came to that. 

 So as appetizingly sweet as that big black cock looked, she knew she wouldn’t have betrayed that trust. Never. Never, ever, ever. 

 And whose room is this anyway? 

 On the other side of the reinforced steel walls, looking in through the cameras, was Poison Ivy. 

 On the bright screen, Ivy could see the confused look of Catwoman and relished it. She wondered if she should let her stay confused a little longer or intervene. 

 Ultimately, Ivy decided to make conversation: “Why, good evening, dearest.”

 The speakers weren’t great, but Selina recognized the cruel voice immediately even with the distortion. Her eyebrows arched. “Ivy?” 

 Next to her, Luke woke up all groggy. His eyes opened and looked up to the ceiling, then he pressed a hand against his throbbing temple. “What the…” He jumped when he noticed Selina standing next to him and breathed deeply. 

 Most of the time, Selina had no problems showing off her body, but this was neither the time nor the place, so she instinctively covered up her breasts. “Don’t look at me that way!”

“Is that how you talk to your lover?” Poison Ivy said over the speaker.

“He’s not my lover!” Selina screamed. “What stupid game are you playing? Do you think you’re going to get away with this?” As she spoke, she got up and went around the room inspecting it. There was a doorway, but there was no way of opening it from inside - at least as far as she could see.

“What’s wrong, hmm? You love showing off your body. You’ve been with plenty of men, I bet. And now you’ve become Batman’s personal slut. I wouldn’t doubt you’d sleep with his well-endowed helpers as well.”

 Selina was too angry to come up with a snarky reply. She banged her fist against the wall instead. “Come out, you bitch! Are you jealous, is that it?” It was her turn to try and be cruel. “Did you want me, and now you’re jealous Batman has me instead?” 

“Oh, I just want you all to die painfully.” Ivy giggled. “But why not break Bat first? I wonder what he’ll think when he sees you fucking one of his men. His beloved stuffing herself with a big black cock like some sinful cheerleader. It will delight his small, possibly non-existent black heart.” 

“Not gonna happen,” spat Selina.

“You seem sure of that.”

 A few of the plants in the room that were previously green suddenly came to life and bloomed. Clouds of their pollen drifted through the air, making their way towards the bed. 

 Selina crushed the first plant within reach and then two more. But Ivy laughed from the other side and a grated vent opened above, through which more pollen was dumped straight in. “Don’t bother.” 

 Selina could taste nothing, but she knew how strong Ivy could be. Looking towards Luke, she ordered: “Don’t do anything.”

“What do you mean, don’t do anything? You want to sit here and wait to die?”

 He got up and moved about the room as she did before, finding about as much. “Just sit down,” she instructed him again. “Batman will find us soon enough.” 

 Despite her worry, there was nothing strange coming over her. After a few minutes of waiting, Selina laughed a little. “Well, Ivy? Was this your master plan? Doing nothing?”

 There was no answer from the other side. Wow. Did she really mess up so badly that she needs to be quiet? “You can always let us go,” she said. “I’ll even forget about it this time. Just open the door, run away, and we can all just go relax and take the day off.” 

 Luke got back in bed. They had their backs to one another to avoid staring at each other’s bodies. “She took away my clothes.”

“She thought she could get us to sleep together.” Selina snorted. “That’s rich.”

 Batwing sounded somewhat hurt. “You act like I’m subhuman or something.”

 Selina clicked her tongue and looked at him over her shoulder. “Don’t be a baby, will you? I’m in a relationship with Bruce,” she whispered. “You know that, right?”

 Luke hadn’t, actually. He knew that the flirtation between them was going somewhere, or that Catwoman wanted it to, at least, but he always assumed Batman was too guarded for that. “So how is he?”

“Excuse me?”

“Is he as good in bed as I’d imagine?”

“I mean…” Selina had never thought about it that way. She was just happy to be with Bruce, really. With how busy he was, getting to spend any time with him was a blessing. And usually when he was available, he was either hurt or wounded from a big fight or deadly tired. “What do you think?” she asked coyly. 

 Luke laughed heartily. “Oh, I bet he is. I bet Ivy would like a chance with him. Isn’t that right, Ivy? You know, you can just have me instead if you’re so eager. Just let us out.” 

“Hear that, Ivy? You’ve got a suitor.” 

 No response still. The two sat there for a little longer but then grew tired of it. 

 They lay on their backs next to one another, their chests rising slowly. Selina tried not to look over towards Luke, but it was difficult. 

 His cock was hard enough before but now it had stiffened and was flexing against the pull of gravity, moving up and down like a pendulum. Its veins were huge and the shaft looked so heavy that getting smacked in the face with it might’ve counted as an actual assault. 

 There were tingles spreading through Selina’s lower half at the sight of it. 

 She tore her eyes away. “Can you try to cover yourself up or something?”

“How am I supposed to do that? I’ve got nothing.” 

 The black dick was at least twice the size of Bruce’s in length, though it was at least three times thicker. Selina wasn’t even sure she could put a thing like that inside of her. She had always gotten off to interracial porn on her own, but she never dared to go with a black guy in real life. And ever since Bruce, she eschewed any type of interaction with other guys, and even gave up on porn and pleasuring herself. It amused her to think what a slut most figured her to be when she was such a tradwife deep down. 

 If only Bruce actually had room in his life for a wife…

“Do you think Batman is coming for us?” asked Luke.

“I’m sure he is.” He’d notice us gone, wouldn’t he? Definitely would notice me being gone…

“Unless he’s in trouble. I mean, we don’t really know how we ended up here. This could have been an elaborate trap. That explosion was timed appropriately if that’s the theory we’re going by.”

“And?” Selina snapped. “What’s your point? Do you have some plan of action I’m missing?”

 Luke shrugged. “I’m just saying.” 

 There was no way anything happened to Batman. But as she lay there waiting to be rescued, she was starting to feel weird. And the absence of Ivy’s voice was concerning too. 

“Ivy?” Still no answer.

“What did she pour into this room anyway?” Luke asked.

“Some type of pheromones, probably.”

“Well, I don’t feel anything.”

“Me neither,” said Selina, though her pussy was increasingly getting wetter. It ached to be touched and though she rubbed her thighs together absentmindedly to deal with it, though it wasn’t helping much. Her eyes kept moving towards the other side of the bed until they stayed fixed in place, watching the big black cock flexing in front of her.

“How is it to use that thing?” asked Selina. “Doesn’t it hurt people?”

“Not necessarily. Depends on the girl, I guess. Some are just built for it.” 

“Well, I would never be built for a thing like that.”

“You’ve never been with a black guy before?”

“No!” Realizing she sounded too harsh, Selina drew it back a little. “Not because I’m racist or something. It just hasn’t happened. But I wouldn’t want to, given, you know… the size.” 

 Not only was she getting wetter but his cock was definitely getting harder. It was half-stiff before, but now it stood up like a tower of powerful muscle and hot blood begging to be worshiped. 

 All Selina could think of doing was reach out to touch it. Is this the pheromones or is this just me?... 

“Ahhh,” said Luke. “This is getting really uncomfortable.”

“What is?”

“You know. It’s getting harder and harder.” 

 Selina gulped. “Just jerk off then.” 

“With you here? Hell no. That’s way too awkward.” 

“Are you saying you want me to do it?” 

 Luke shifted next to her. “I mean… I wasn’t saying that… But as bad as this is to say, and I know it’s bad, I would give just about anything to have you do that.”

 Selina smirked incredulously. “Is that right?” she asked pointedly.

“Without a doubt.” 

 What if we’re going to die in here? she kept wondering. If Bruce came to rescue them, then he might be jealous one way or the other. They were already naked in bed. And who knows what Ivy might’ve done to them already that they had no clue about. Plus, she was using pheromones to control them. I think Bruce would understand… 

 Telling herself that, Selina reached out towards Luke. She didn’t have the resolve to touch his cock yet, but she put her hands over his powerful abs and felt them flex under his smooth ebony skin. 

 The big black cock throbbed as if it were communicating directly to her in some secret language. Hesitantly, she moved her fingertips until she reached the base, then slithered them up the shaft. 

 Its smoothness surprised her, especially when the shaft was so veiny and gnarled. Her fingers clutched it around the midway point, barely able to get more than halfway around. Selina stroked it once and saw the first gleaming dollop of precum leak from the head and ooze down like glaze off of candy. 

 Heart beating in her chest and blood rushing up to her temples, she let out a shuddering breath. “Jesus. It’s so big.” It looked huge enough before, but touching it made her realize just how immense it was. There’s no way this could go inside me. No way. 

 Luke reached out and touched her thigh; she pulled her hand back and turned the other way. “No, no, we shouldn’t be doing this…” 

 But at this point, Luke knew he was unable to stop. Turning the other way wasn’t doing her any favors since all he could do was stare at the pale bubble putt. He placed his strong hand over it and Selina just froze, trembling as he groped it. 

 As the black fingers massaged the plushy white asscheeks and swept across their round surface down towards her pussy, the realization of what he was doing gave him the sickest rush. He wasn’t just getting to fuck a hot girl, but this was Batman’s pussy. 

 There wasn’t a man in the world he feared or respected as much as Bruce Wayne, and yet nothing ever turned on Luke as much as did the thought now of pounding his girl’s pussy.

“Stop…” Selina whispered weakly, her hand ineffectively trying to push him off. “We can’t do this.” 

 He scooted closer until his chest pressed against her back, his cock rubbing against her ass. His black hand went protectively around her small white body while he planted kisses along her neck. “I’m going to fuck you.” 

 Selina cooed in pleasure and instinctively opened her legs. “Please don’t…” 

“I can’t resist,” he said with a grin. “Those plants are just too strong.” He wasn’t sure how much of it was the effect of the plants and how much was just an excuse to go ahead with what he would’ve wanted to do anyway. If not for Batman, he would’ve been all over her long ago. 

 He ripped the bra away from her chest and then kneaded her tits violently as she squirmed and writhed with arousal next to him. “Fuck!~” moaned Selina. “That’s so rough...” 

“I’m going to fuck you raw,” he whispered hotly. “Stretch out that little white pussy. You like that?”

“Fill me up, Daddy,” she begged in a hot whisper. The embarrassment of what she was saying made her mind reel but the words were blurted out anyway. “Please.” 

 Luke could scarcely believe what he was hearing. He grabbed her by the neck and then placed his dick against her pussy, ready to enter her. There was just the slightest amount of hesitation as he remembered who he was about to enter and what this might’ve meant. Batman might hate me forever for this. 

 But worries about that dissipated as the heat of her sensual body seeped into him. Luke inserted himself into her and heard her cry out softly. 

“Fuck…” whispered Selina. “That’s big~” 

 From the other side, Poison Ivy watched what was happening with a satisfied smile on her face. I thought my pollen doesn’t work, Catwoman? So much for that. 

 She could just imagine what this would do to Batman once it reached him. To see his dearest reformed Catwoman fucked by one of his sidekicks. Well, I know what I would do. Batman definitely wasn’t man enough to kill them deservedly, years of being spared by him taught her that, but he was human enough that this would break him a little. Which was far less than he deserved. 

 As she watched Batwing caress Catwoman’s body, however, she herself felt a slight tinge of jealousy. Those dark hands were feeling her up with genuine affection, something Ivy had not felt in many, many years. And not to mention that he was quite the stud. In retrospect, this wasn’t as humiliating for Catwoman as it should’ve been…

 As for Selina, she stared at the wallpaper trying not to think of what betrayal she was committing by doing this. Her tight cunt already felt stretched to the limit by Luke’s big black cock, but he grinded her down for a minute at a time and then hammered in another inch. 

 To say that he was bigger than Bruce was an understatement. She had never felt anything like this when she was with Batman, and if she had to be completely honest she rarely felt much of anything at all during those sessions. Bruce was an older man, and their relationship was built largely on romance. To be appreciated and respected, maybe even loved and praised, by Batman, was a rush that intoxicated her when their relationship started and still did to this day. Her dreams was still to go on a vacation with him to Italy, or France, or just anywhere away from this hellhole of a city.

 But Bruce had been around the world and been with supermodels from every country, probably. He never lusted after her. Their sex was only an expression of the love they bore for one another, a fulfillment in practice of what they both felt in their hearts but sometimes had difficulty expressing. Assuming he really felt the same way...

 But this… Selina had never cared for Batwing. She wasn’t even sure she liked him. Right now, though, she was willing to sacrifice her only real relationship just to get to feel that big black cock inside of her. 

 As the black hands squeezed her tits and ass, Selina felt wanted it. Desperately so.

“Are you sure about what you’re doing, stud?” she asked teasingly, looking at him over her shoulder. “Imagine if Bruce finds out about this. Aren’t you scared of the consequences?”

 Luke blinked. “Not right now. The pollen makes it impossible to think.”

“That’s true. I would never betray the man I love, but right now all I want is you to destroy me with your black dick. I want you to make it hurt enough that I never forget how good it feels.” 

 Their eyes locked intensely for a moment and then he kissed her. Selina returned the kiss and greedily sucked his tongue into her mouth, moving her quick white hands all over his body, feeling the bulging muscles beneath his smooth black skin. God. He’s so big and strong...

 Luke pumped her from behind as it happened, her bubbly but clapping loudly as he slammed against it. Whenever he thrust in with all his power as far as it could go she would moan and tremble all over, and the sudden weakness displayed by such a daring and powerful woman aroused him more than anything.

 Strange to think that this was the same woman talking to him that way when they stood on the museum rooftop. Probably, if they hadn’t ended up in this room, that would've never happened. The more he thought about his actions and the full implications behind them, the more Luke realized just how fucked he might be by the end. Catwoman was right, Batman was going to forgive her for this but that would not be true for him if it came out. 

 I should stop, thought Luke. But he never once slowed down or took away his lips. 

 Selina let him fuck her like that for a time, then decided she wanted to feel how that big cock felt in her hands. She pushed him off of her in a sudden display of her surprising physical power and got on top of him. Giggling, she slid down across him, massaging him with her breasts. Then she came to his massive balls and buried her face into them, lapping them up enough to get a taste. 

 Selina sucked the black balls into her mouth as she stroked his dick... kissed the shaft all the way up to tip. She progressed from it to his abs. Then licked and kissed all the way back up to his neck, letting him know how much she loved the strong body he offered. Pressing her gasping mouth against his ear, she whispered, “I’m going to milk your cock dry.” 

 Luke ran his hand down her arched back and then patted her on the ass. “Go ahead.” 

 He closed his eyes and folded his arms under his head, getting as comfortable as possible as she made her way back down. Selina hugged the big black cock against her head, kissing it dearly, then took the head into her mouth. She bathed it in her hot drool and nestled the shaft against her bosom, thinking about what a dirty slut she was being. I belong to somebody else. What’s wrong with me? Her hands massaged his amazing dick and her soft white tits added that extra bit of tender care. 

“Fuck…” groaned Luke. “That’s incredible.”

 Selina giggled and liked the veiny shaft like a popsicle. “Thanks. I have an affinity for big juicy cocks.” 

“You sure do…” 

  Truth was, Selina could not believe how hard and powerful his big black cock was. It almost thrummed with raw masculine energy under her tongue and hands. Maybe it was the effect of the pollen Ivy doused the room with, but Selina couldn’t imagine anything better than the chocolate dessert in her hands. All she wanted was to give herself to worshiping big black cock and being a good girl that kept her black master satisfied. 

 As he opened his eyes and looked down, Luke still couldn’t really believe it was Batwoman that was sucking his cock with so much gusto. He had been with many girls throughout the years, and white girls were especially impressed and enamored with his dick. But somehow he ranked those as a different species from Catwoman. But underneath that persona, it was clear that she wasn’t all that different from them. 

 Except in her beauty. As he looked into her gorgeous eyes and pretty face he could not think of a more stunning one. This had to be as good as it got. He reached down and stroked her cheek as she brought his dripping cockhead back into her mouth.

“You look so pretty sucking on my cock,” Luke told her.

 Selina grinned. “What are you saying, you bad boy? Don’t I always look pretty?”

“You do. You really do.” 

 As he ran his fingers through her hair, it was hard to escape the fact that he was falling in love with this woman. Maybe he had already been in love with her all this time and was trying to ignore it for the sake of his friendship with Batman. Or maybe this was just the pollen rewiring something in his brain. Either way, he suspected the feelings would linger as an aftereffect even after the effects of the pollen wore off - that is, if they ever made it out of here alive. 

 Ivy watched what happened between them with an increasing feeling of jealousy. They’re enjoying themselves a little too much, aren’t they? She wanted them to fuck while they wept and realized how they were completely under her spell, just toys for her to play with. It was never her plan that they might actually enjoy themselves this much.

 She pressed the talk button and put her mouth up to the mic. “I’m still here, you know. And look at you. Batman’s loyal lover, his would-be wife, devouring another man’s dick. Not so loyal after all, are you, Catwoman? The Bat’s a poor judge of character. He chose the wrong bad girl to play nice with. To think I almost let him have me… He offered himself, you know that, right?” 

 Ivy hoped that the words would phase Catwoman, but they did nothing of the sort. Like a true slut, Catwoman remained fixated on licking the big black cock. At this point the entire shaft was glistening with her drool while her tongue darted across its length, always lapping up every sweet dollop of precum as soon as it emerged from the throbbing head. 

 Does it taste that good? Ivy wondered. Come on now…

“Perhaps it’s time to stop?” she asked them.

“Shut up!” Luke yelled. “You did this to us. So now we have to endure the consequences. We’ll get you for this, Ivy.” 

 Selina laughed after he spoke and then came up to kiss him. “Well, handsome,” she said lovingly. “How about you do some work for a bit?”

 Luke kissed her perfect round breasts and sucked a nipple into her mouth. “Yes, ma’am,” he agreed. “You got it.” 

 His strong arms picked up Selina and laid her on her back. He clambered on top and prepared his cock to enter her. He almost considered her taking her from behind like he did with most girls, but he wanted to see her eyes and look into her face. 

 For her part, Selina reached up and caressed his cheeks. “What are you waiting for?” she asked naughtily. “Do you want written permission?”

 Luke kissed her breathlessly and slipped his cock into her pussy as he did so. She squirmed and yelped in response, but her pale limbs wrapped around his dark body submissively, gripping him like a spider. 

 The sweat trickled down his muscular back as he got to work, pumping her thoroughly in a missionary position while his balls clapped at the end of each thrust. 

 Selina’s eyes opened wide. “Fuck, that’s good. You feel really good.”

“Yeah?” asked Luke, his face a little more severe. “You like getting that big black cock inside of you?”

“Yes!” Selina admitted breathlessly. “Yes, I do.”

“You going to go back to Batman after this?” 

 She smiled stupidly, trembling a little as she felt his dick rising into the depths of her torso. “I don’t… know.” 

 That was a disappointing answer. Luke gave her another kiss and left his face pressed against her as her pussy tightened around his cock. The heat of their lovemaking was causing them to come together more and more, until their bodies became one. On her screen, all Ivy could see was his beautiful black body with the slender white limbs holding it tenderly from below. 

 Selina looked into his dark eyes, her heart beating wildly. “I wanna be yours. I wanna belong to your cock.” 

“Yeah?” asked Luke stiffly. 

 Both of them were so focused on each other’s body that they couldn’t really talk or speak normally. “Yes. So don’t stop.” 

 The lovers kissed and then their lovemaking got progressively louder. Luke thrust into her harder and harder until Selina’s gasps turned to cries and then screams. The feeling of him inside of her was amazing, but her little white pussy was just so tight that it had difficulty with being rammed into so savagely. Selina considered telling him, but she didn’t want to ruin the moment; she wanted him to ruin her and wanted his cock to get whatever he wanted out of her pussy like he owned it. Just this one time. 

 So instead she told him: “Don’t stop. Faster. Harder. Do whatever you want to me.” 

“This is my pussy now,” Luke insisted. “You got that? Not Batman. Not anyone else’s. Mine.”

“Yes, sir. This is your white pussy. All yours. Break me. Use me. Ruin me. Do whatever you want with me.” 

 Luke felt such a rush from her words that he almost came on the spot. Instead, he gripped her tightly and hit her with a couple of thrusts until he could feel her body arch under him and heard her pained gasps. 

 Selina’s toes and hands flexed as she came, her eyes rolling back in abandonment to lust. The tingles turned to lightning that shot through her body, melting her into nothing but a tight ball of pleasure that slowly compressed. The moment she released the orgasm it was like something exploded inside of her. She went supernova, scratching him in the crazed heat of the moment, biting him, screaming at the top of her lungs and laughing as she came. 

 Never in her life had she felt anything like it. Never...

 Luke grinned to himself and kept pounding her, smashing those balls against her with every powerful thrust and pushing into her with so much force that there were juices spraying out of her pussy each. “Fuck,” he whispered to himself. 

 He came suddenly, feeling his hot load shooting deep inside of her. Selina covered her face, giggling crazily, then pushed him off quickly. 

 Luke feared she might be mad, but she was just trying to handle her orgasm. Her entire body was writhing out of control, her sweat-gleaming face contorting into uncontrollable expressions as she felt the heat of the seed he deposited in her womb. 

 He took her by the hand and laughed. “That good, huh?”

 Selina squeezed his fingers back and bobbed her head, trying to ride the orgasm as best as she could. “Fuck, it’s good.”

 Ivy thought it looked so wonderful that she gulped and rubbed her thighs with need. So that’s how hard he can fuck her…

 She wouldn’t have minded feeling the same. At least for half an hour or so. As Batwing turned and the hot, dripping, juicy big black cock came into view her finger shot into the push-to-talk button.

“Batwing,” said Ivy.

“Huh?”

“Did you enjoy that? Shouldn’t you thank me?”

“Not at all,” he said. “You did this. Batman’s going to be pissed with you.”

“To hell with Batman,” she said with a laugh. “Look at what you did to his poor concubine. I feel like Batman might need a trip to Arkham after he sees what I’ve got here.”

“Don’t underestimate him.”

 Ivy punched her desk in frustration. “Don’t be so spineless!” she boomed, all the sugary sweetness gone from her voice. “Look at what you did to that dumb slut. You have more power than you know. Instead of worshiping Batman like some wide-eyed little boy, how would you feel about becoming the new Batman? And why not? You’re stronger. Better.” Ivy laughed darkly. “Why, your skin even matches with the suit.” 

 Batwing fell quiet considering her words. “And you can make that happen?”

“Of course. We have Catwoman. And you have my powers. Just imagine what a paradise we could make of Gotham. We’ll take down all these filthy degenerates and rule it. No more greedy capitalists poisoning it. No more petty gangsters and mentally-ill lunatics. No more crime. Just a lush evergreen paradise ruled by a just, merciful, wise king and his beloved queen. I’ve made the same offer to Batman - he wasn’t man enough. Are you?”

 Luke glanced over to the bed. “What about Catwoman?”

“You can keep her… if that’s what you really want.” 

“Truth be told, I can’t stand her,” he said. “There’s another woman I’ve always liked.”

“Oh, and who’s that?”

“You, Ivy.” 

 Ivy’s heart stopped. Loved her? Why, a man hadn’t said that to her in at least a decade… “Don’t toy with me, boy. There are consequences for that.” 

“Who’s toying? I mean it. I’ll grant you, I haven’t been close to you. But I’ve loved nature since I was a little boy. I despise corruption. I admire your work. You’re like a modern Artemis or Athena, cleansing the city of pollutants. I would’ve never fought against you. Can’t you tell I’ve never been there when Batman opposed you?”

 That… was true. Ivy knew it was unwise to trust someone based on nothing, but his words rang true. Plus, she had already made her offer. Why would he try to convince her for no reason? He… loves me? Batman had tricked her once in such a way, but Batman was heartless, soulless, barely human - a mere product of the toxic world that they inhabited no different than nuclear waste.

 Batwing held his outstretched hand towards the camera. “Come to me, Ivy. You can see, I have no weapons. Nothing. Just come to me.”

 There were tingles going through her whole body. Ivy rose from her seat and for the first time in ages checked her reflection in the mirror the same way she did as a teenager in school so many years ago, hoping to win the heart of her quarterback crush that only went after the stupid popular girls.

 It was about time she found real love. So what if it happened like this? Stranger things had happened.

 Trembling, Ivy put in the code and unlocked the door. She entered it with a gentle sashay of her body, feeling so shy that she had difficulty holding her head up.

“Batwing… I’m sorry I brought you here like this. I didn’t know.”

 He took her by the hand and came closer. “That’s fine, Ivy. I forgive you. We’re together at last. Now and always.” 

  Yes, yes, yes, they were meant to be together. She needed someone by her side. She was so lonely these past few years. Always alone, always betrayed, with no one understanding that what she did was for the future, for the children of Gotham and humanity itself. I’m the greatest hero this city has ever seen, not its enemy.

 She kissed him and collapsed against him. “I need you…” 

“I know, Ivy.” Suddenly, the voice was far colder. “I know.” 

 Ivy drew away instantly but Catwoman was already upon her. She jumped her from behind and tightened the grip around her neck like a predator, choking her with a strength that seemed unimaginable from those tiny pale arms. 

“N-No…” grunted Ivy. “No!” Betrayed? Again? No, no, no! This can’t be happening to me! Not again! Looking up in disbelief, she could see Batwing running out and then coming back with some chains to secure her. “I’ll kill you,” promised Ivy through gritted teeth. “You and the fucking Bat!” 

 Luke listened to her hiss almost like a snake as she passed out, trying to curse even in her final moments. Not a happy girl. Exhausted, Selina let go and let him do the rest. 

 With Ivy secured, they looked at one another. 

 Selina wanted to reach out and kiss him, stroke his cock, and tell him she was his. The seed was still dripping down her leg. But with Ivy captured and them out of harm’s way, it was no longer as easy to act. I’m no longer constrained. 

“Thank you,” she said a little coolly. “You saved us.” 

“I guess she’s obsessed with Batman. Very obsessed.” 

“Always has been. She could be planting trees or fighting bad guys, but she’s too busy dreaming up ways to hurt him or kill him. She’s a wreck. I almost feel bad for her.” Selina tilted her head at the downed Ivy and clicked her tongue in distaste. How many times have you tried to kill me by now? “Almost…” 

 Isn’t she going to say anything? Luke wondered. Didn’t what just happened mean anything to her? Apparently not...

“I’m going to check if there’s any recordings or something. And delete them. We should find our things and go.”

 The way she said that was as if she wanted him to wipe his own brain of the memory. Luke nodded along despite the sudden pain he felt in his heart. “You’re right. Uh-huh. Yup. Let’s just clean up and get going.” 

 Selina moved out of the room quietly. Ten minutes later they had retrieved their gear and she had thoroughly dismantled and destroyed Ivy’s little recording studio.

 Luke tossed Ivy over his shoulder, ready to carry her out. 

 They walked in awkward silence together, and it was only when they were almost out of her lair that Selina faced him with a worried look. “About what happened…”

“Nothing happened,” snapped Luke angrily. “Just the pollen, right?”

He instantly regretted lashing out like this, but she showed no signs of being hurt by it. “Yeah. It’s unfortunate, but it happened,” said Selina matter-of-factly. “Still, it would be better if we didn’t mention this to Batman. Maybe just take Ivy straight to Arkham and I’ll go check up on Bruce.” 

“Yeah, sure. Mhm. You got it.” 

 He stood there and watched her vanish in the shadows. Never once did she glance back to take a final look at him. Coldhearted as fuck. Ice cold. So that’s it, then? 

 A younger version of him might’ve shed a tear, but now he could feel Ivy moving again. “You bastard! You let me go!” 

“No thanks,” he said. “You got a date. With Arkam’s finest.” 

“You lied to me! You heartless monster. How could you lie to me like that?” Her voice was breaking. She was almost crying. Damn. I guess I’m not the only one hurting.

“You trapped me in a room and would’ve killed me,” said Luke. “What did you expect?”

“You took a little girl’s shattered heart and grinded the broken pieces under your  boot. Sycophantic Bat-lover! Fascist! Polluter! Liar!” 

“Hey, I didn’t lie about everything... I do actually like plants and gardening.”

 As they came out, she was still going. “I’ll kill you, I promise. I. Will. Kill. You.” 
 Great, thought Luke. Just great. 
