Somewhere, in a hotel room in an undisclosed corner of Gotham, Batman was tied up with Justice League business.
At first glance, one might have assumed that this was merely a lovers' tryst, between two adults wanting affection. This was not the case. There was no love to be had here, though there was some affection. No, this was pure business. Business between the Dark Knight of Gotham, and the great and powerful Amazonian of Themyscira who had him on his knees with his hands bound behind his back with the Lasso of Truth.
"Do you submit?" Wonder Woman inquired, standing tall and nude over the bound Knight, who was naked save for his mask.
"Never," Batman rasped.
And he spoke truly. Batman was always about the darkness and the danger, and that extended to the women he bedded. Superman may be happy settling down with the ordinary Lois Lane, but Batman lived for the experiences that would take him to an inch of his life. As Bruce Wayne, he had the likes of Vicki Vale, Julie Madison, and Silver St. Cloud on his arms for show, but the Batman desired more. Batman desired the thrill of not knowing whether or not Talia Al Ghul, the daughter of the Demon, would plunge a knife into his back as he plunged into her. He desired the rush of filling Poison Ivy with meat as her vines wrapped around him. He desired the danger of fucking the demented Harley Quinn, and stealing her away from the Joker.
It seemed that for a time, he had found someone in Selina Kyle, Catwoman. She was criminal enough to tantalize the Dark Knight, but also had a heart of gold that could even get through to Bruce Wayne. But in the end, even she was too good for him, and he pushed her away to pursue something more dangerous. It was why he secretly arranged a "random" encounter between her and his protege Nightwing. Bruce knew Dick well, having taught him everything he knows, and he trusted Dick to... "take care" of Selina, the same way Dick had taken care of nearly every other heroine in Gotham.
It was ironic then, that the one woman who was the most dangerous to him, who could deliver the most punishment to him was, in fact, not a villain at all. No, it was Diana of Themyscira, a strong and proud Amazon, a diplomat who embraced love, forgiveness, and peace. Tonight however, the only thing she was embracing was Batman's head between her legs.
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And here they were, two proud senior members of the Justice League. A seemingly ordinary man who never thought twice about pushing himself to the limit, and a feminist role model with a dark side. When they were with the League, they were respectful, courteous, and professional. In their off days, they were even good friends. Often, Bruce had invited Diana and her sisters to dinner at the Manor, and Diana had once even brought Bruce and Dick to Themyscira, where the two proved to be very, very popular. But tonight, they were two colleagues with a few needs and desires to fill, over and over and over again. It was, indeed, just business.
Diana showed little restraint as she wrapped her legs around Batman's head, her crotch smothering his face, leaving him just enough room to breathe through his nose. Yet, even with his arms bound to his back, he had managed to tackle her to the floor, knocking her on her back.
(Good), she thought. (He brought even more of a fight than last time.) Despite her being superhuman, the Caped Crusader how somehow managed to leave a scar on back from their previous... struggle. She had once asked if he needed a safe word, and he had snarled his response under the Lasso of Truth: "Batman needs no safe word."
