Barbara shook violently as her 3rd orgasm overtook her, the sensation wrenching her body. She writhed on top of the shipping container, moaning loudly. She didn't think anyone was around besides the 3 figures 200 yards away (and they were a little preoccupied right now) but even if there were, she wouldn't care. She was lost in her own world, the one where Batman was fucking her.
After the orgasm passed she could barely move. She couldn't even turn onto her side to watch Batman finish off the two Supergirls in front of him. She simply turned her head. She watched Batman shoot a giant load onto the face of the two superheroines, stream after stream of cum landing on their faces. Something happened and Barbara had to turn her head from a blinding light; when the light disappeared, there was only 1 Supergirl.
"Huh," was all Barbara could say. She could barely register surprise. Batman and the 1 Supergirl talked and then Batman got into the Batmobile and left.
As she watched Batman drive away, Batgirl became awash with shame. She felt dirty every time she did this. While she was in the throes of passion she was thinking about Batman; afterwards, all she could think about how disappointed Bruce Wayne would be in her. Batman was the object of her lust but Bruce... Bruce was like a second dad to her. She could never think about him that way.
'But what right would he have to talk?' She thought. Bruce had apparently abandoned the discipline he had instilled in her for years and was now gallivanting around town fucking anything that wore spandex. What was he doing? What was his plan? The most frustrating thing for Barbara was that she couldn't talk to him.
Or, deep down, didn't want to. If she did then Bruce would know that she had been watching him and he'd give her the same disapproving look he gave her when she had accidentally allowed the Deadshot to slip past her perimeter. She'd die before she'd disappoint him like that again.
Barbara adjusted her suit and picked herself off the shipping crate. As she headed back into the center of town, she wondered what else Bruce had been keeping from her. 'He definitely never told me about his massive cock,' She thought, smiling to herself. It was funny; one of her mom's girlfriends had a dalliance with Bruce long ago and Barbara remembered overhearing her tell her mother that Bruce only had an average size co-
Barbara froze. Suddenly, everything began to come together. The change in behavior, the new hunting patterns, his 'unorthodox' fighting style, it all made sense.
"Batman's not Bruce," Barbara whispered to herself.
Barbara suddenly kicked into action, running across the roof she was on as she typed something into her wrist computer. Every member of Batman's crew had access to the Batmobile's GPS just in case they need a quick escape. For weeks the Batmobile had sat dormant but now it was jetting across Gotham.
It was heading for the Batcave.
***
Tommy couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He glanced behind him, searching the Batcave for any sign of movement. As near as he could tell, there was nothing.
The cave was covered in evidence of Tommy's habitation. Clothes hung here and there, draped over a workbench or a display case showing off a quarter. Tommy had brought his most expensive possession, a mini-fridge, and had kept it stocked with beer and instant meals. He had traded his 2nd most expensive possession, an old computer, for a microwave and some cash. Everything else was the stuff you usually see in a mid-20's bachelor apartment: stacks of DVDs, unwashed plates stacked in a corner, wadded up tissues piled up high in a waste basket. It was home for Tommy.
The only problem was lack of a good sleeping area. The former Batman, wherever he was, didn't seem to place a high priority on sleep; all he had was a small cot tucked away under a rock overhang. There wasn't even a pillow. After coming home from his Supergirl adventure Tommy had an hour of fitful sleep before giving up and heading over to the computer.
Tommy turned his attention back to the computer he was sitting in front of. The computer was a marvelous thing: it could run DNA samples, diagnose injuries, track a variety of villains and their hideouts, etc. The most amazing thing about it, in Tommy's opinion was its ability to instantly hack into any website in the world. Tommy could go anywhere but right now he was focused on one site in particular: gothamsluts.com. Tommy had never been able to afford the site before but now, with the computer, he could-
"This place is filthy, you know," A voice sounded out from the darkness. Tommy stood up quickly, shielding the monitor. He reached behind him at slammed at the "Escape" key, which took the monitor back to its main screen. Tommy still couldn't see anyone. He looked over by the Batmobile, the library, the dark shape in the corner, the-
"Who's there?" Tommy cried out to the shape. He balled up his fists and assumed a fighting stance. "I'm Batman, you know! I could easily destroy you with my, uh, my karate moves!"
"You are not Batman," The voice said. Slowly the figure came into the light. Tommy stared and slowly dropped his fists to his sides.
"Batgirl...?" Tommy said in amazement.
Batgirl stepped fully into the dim light of the Batcave. The light reflected off her suit, making her almost glow. The suit hugged tightly to her curves, giving Tommy a full view of every contour of her body. She had dark red hair that hung past her shoulders. A cowl just like Tommy's covered her-
'MY COWL,' Tommy thought with alarm. His face was exposed. He ran over to his costume and reached for the cowl. He never grabbed it, though; Batgirl had followed him and wrenched his arm hard behind his back. She shoved him up against a rock wall, twisting his arm.
"Where is Batman???" She yelled. Tommy felt like his arm was about to come out of his socket.
"I don't know!" Tommy cried out. He lifted onto hip tiptoes to try and reduce the torque on his arm.
"Don't lie to me!" Batgirl yelled even louder. Tommy was shocked that she could sound so fearsome. "What did you do with him???"
