Bruce makes it through the hallway without any indication that he was sharing the building with anyone else, though now that he was here he could see that the lights were on, a string of Christmas lights all around the main room. Besides that, there's a fireplace roaring, with two couches angled toward each other in front of it. Selina Kyle occupies one, the fire's light reflecting off her goggles, making them almost more notable than her well-exposed chest, glistening with sweat. Almost, but Bruce's attention was easily captured, at least in this instance. She was charming as ever right now, wearing her cat-eared cowl and her suit, naturally unzipped below her breasts. Her short black hair poked out of the cowl, her eyes having a heavy black rim of eyeliner, and her lips contrasting with a bright red.
After Selina turns her head to welcome him, Talia pops up from the other couch. She was in her traditional outfit, a tight black leather half-jacket with an open chest and full sleeves. She looked as though she had been sleeping, her blonde hair disheveled, her top less open than Selina's. Talia's signature sword laid just underneath the couch she occupies, and she has her boots up on the arm, until she swings her legs forward, boots hitting the ground.
"Welcome, Mister B." Selina jokes, mocking a style that Bruce was quite familiar with. Bruce didn't reply in kind, as the Joker's blood hadn't pulled him down that far, not yet.
"What are you both doing here?" Bruce asks, his eyes between both women. Spending time and attention on both, though if he was forced to answer, it was clear that Talia was grabbing the majority of his attention. In his mind, she deserved it. Knowing that, however, didn't mean that Selina wanted to stop fighting for it.
"Well, with the infection, and everything..." Talia starts, trailing off with her hands in her lap as Bruce stood at the head of both couches, across from the fireplace, the flames illuminating the front of his dark suit, "We're worried you're not going to make it through. Both of us. And, well, both of us wanted to do something for you. To say thanks, for everything."
Her speech was reserved, spoken at a higher pitch than her normal, like she was about to break into tears. Bruce replies calm as he had ever been.
"I don't know if I'm going to make it. I'm glad you two are thinking of me, especially right now...what did you have in mind?"
Selina is the first to break into a smile, copying Talia's move from earlier and swinging her long legs forward, tucking her heels underneath the couch for now, opening up some space for Bruce and patting the couch with one hand, her nails threatening to puncture the cushion.
"Why don't you sit down and find out? What I do know is it'll certainly be to your liking..." Seeing what the two were up to, as if he didn't know beforehand, Bruce plays along, stepping forward and taking a seat next to Selina, a pang of betrayal shooting through Talia's body, though she knew it wasn't wrong for Bruce to accept the first invitation. As much as she wants him for herself, it wasn't unfair to have to fight for him.
Beyond that, she had no idea what the Joker's blood would do to him, if she would be able to help him through everything alone. But this meeting was about letting all three of them focus on something else for a moment, to not get bogged down by the reality of their situation. If they had to let go of Bruce, both Selina and Talia wanted to do it on their own terms.
Selina takes advantage of her position by putting her left hand on Bruce's shoulder, laying her body against his side and stroking her other hand down his chest, before long, cupping his crotch, though the details were hidden with the way Batman's suit protected him. Her eyes were locked on his, while his glance across the space to see how Talia would react to all of this. Not wanting to be left behind, Talia had gone to the floor, resting her knees on the rug that sat between the two couches, ending up between the legs of Bruce, her hands set, one on each of his powerful thighs. Talia has a sparkle in her eye as she pushes her hands forward to Bruce's hips, working on separating him from his suit and allowing herself to get a hand on his shaft. Without any foreplay, Bruce wasn't hard yet, and still his massive size commanded her attention completely. Talia dove in headfirst, opening her mouth as wide as she could to take the head, her lips almost securely locking in all the way around him in an instant.
It doesn't take her long to adjust, as she has muscle memory for his member now, despite being one of the endless lists of women who couldn't completely deepthroat Bruce. Whoever finally conquered it would certainly earn some praise from Bruce, but Talia knew she was worth more to him than just her oral skills. That much was clear considering that she knew Batman had other lovers with reputations behind their blowjobs, including Selina herself. Harley was known for being the one who could take the most, but Talia couldn't place what she would be known for.
Selina's hand, having been pushed away from the cup of Batman's suit, has instead slithered underneath his shaft, cupping his round, full balls and gently palming them, fingers teasing and shuffling them around. His sack is big enough that Selina knows it to be a fool's errand to attempt sucking in the whole thing, no matter how desperately she wanted to. But thinking about it reminds her that Talia didn't have a monopoly on Bruce's cock, even now. After planting a short and sweet kiss on Bruce's cheek, Selina sets herself back, knees on the couch, head diving down to join the other woman and planting kisses on the side of Bruce's cock.
While she managed to press her head into the side of Talia's, and both of them worked on pressing their lips into Bruce's meat, neither gained much ground when it came to establishing themselves as the one who had the right to suck him off first. From her position, it annoys Selina that she couldn't simply lean over the cock that is so obviously pointed upward at her. After a moment of putting up with the game of pressing their cheeks together, Selina retreats, thinking of a better plan.
Talia, on the other hand, wasn't going to back down so easily, focusing instead on delivering as much pleasure to Bruce as she could on her own, without Selina's help. She wasn't going to fight Bruce on whether or not he needed other lovers, but that didn't mean she wouldn't stand her ground in front of her man. Selina was happy to wait until Talia came up for air, finally using a gentle hand to ease Talia's chin off of Bruce's cock, taking the space for herself. Selina immediately takes in the fat member that seems to be waiting for her, devouring what she could, which was about as much as Talia could. On purpose or not, she left plenty of saliva behind, her tongue dripping with it whenever she opened her lips to attach another kiss to him. The motion of Selina's head increases at such a rapid pace that it threatened to leave behind anyone idly watching.
Selina took the opportunity to try and become the latest in a long line of women to challenge themselves to push all the way to his base. Having it warmed up first by Talia's mouth was certainly a bonus, but nothing could possibly ensure success. Even Batman's hand, encouragingly placed on the back of Selina's neck, only served to stand the stray hairs there up on their ends and make her purr in delight. A point for Selina, in her book. She pumped her head up and down, slipping his cock in and out of her mouth and watching her spit drip down his length. She was making a mess, as she always did.
A minute of bobbing later, and while she had certainly made progress with taking Bruce's cock into her throat, each time that she dipped down it only served to remind her that there was still quite a length that was just out of her reach, outside of her abilities. Almost regardless of her ability, it felt like an impossible task. Even as badly as she wanted it, she just couldn't quite manage as well as Harley did. Even if she was tied with Talia, that was not quite good enough. From Talia's perspective, though, she could only marvel at what Selina was managing, forcing her head back and forth with all of her might.
All for Bruce's pleasure, with nothing else taken into consideration. She was bewildered by Selina's determination, which showed on her face, a flash of shock overtaking her. It was jealousy, even if she wouldn't admit that to Selina, or Bruce, let alone herself. Further up the couch cushion, Bruce was struggling to hold himself back with the magic being worked on him by Selina's tongue, whipping from side to side, encouraging him to slide further and further into her, even as her body rejected taking more. It was a notable gap to how far he could bury himself inside Harley, but it was still more than acceptable.
It's only when Selina pulls away, strings of spit still connecting her lips to Bruce's head, that she and Bruce both notice that Talia had spent her time alone wisely, stripping down and tossing her clothes behind her. With the way that her chin drips with Bruce's precum and her own saliva, it was obviously a wise choice on her part. Her body on full display, Bruce takes more notice than before, seeing her ample, perky breasts hanging free was always going to grab Bruce's eyes. What amazed him most was that she had managed it all silently, right in front of his eyes, ignoring that Selina was blocking his view for the time.
This time, it was Talia seizing the opportunity to reclaim a spot between Bruce's legs, her mouth eagerly, hungrily swallowing the thick shaft being presented to her.
