"Oof," Tommy grunted as he hit the wrestling mat butt first. He gritted his teeth and looked up at the lights of the Batcave. His tailbone was throbbing from getting tossed onto it over and over again.
"You need to be mindful of your surroundings, Batman," Barbara admonished, standing over top of him. She held out a hand and Tommy took it, using it to lift himself up. She walked away to practice once more; Tommy stared at the way her ass swayed in her tight cotton gym shorts. The shorts combined with the tight Gotham U. top that she was wearing made it difficult to concentrate. Tommy absentmindedly tugged at his cock from over top his own gym shorts.
"Alright, try it again," Tommy told her when she had gotten a fair distance away. Barbara ran towards him, leaping into the air; when she got close, Tommy swung his arms high, grabbing Barbara. He spun and slammed her on her back into the mat, taking her breath away. She coughed harshly.
"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Tommy asked worriedly.
"No, that's (cough) that's good. That's what you need to do," Barbara responded, lying on the ground to catch her breath. With effort she managed to pick herself up off the floor of the Batcave.
"You're not that horrible a student," She told Tommy. "You have a good base and good instincts. Remember to use your opponent's momentum against them. Come over here," She flicked a finger towards the Utility Desk, the area where Batman kept all his tools.
"These? Bolas. Throw them around your opponent's feet to stop them in their tracks. Tracers. Use these to follow a villain to their hideout. Sonic devastator. High-frequency sonic waves that will cripple your opponent. Your cowl will block out the noise. Study this gear, it WILL save your life."
Tommy stared at the complicated equipment. "Can't I just punch them in the face?"
"You can try, but from what I've seen you've been hitting them in the face with something else," Barbara said wryly, poking Tommy's semi-erect penis. Tommy flinched. Barbara smiled and brought her hand over again, grabbing Tommy firmly by his dick. "I guess there's one area where you don't need any training," She said.
Tommy leaned in to kiss her but she jerked her head back. She pointed over to the row of cowls that lined one section of the cave. "Put one on," She told Tommy.
He sighed. "Do I have to? It's kind of hard to breathe in that thing, especially when my mouth is full of... you know..."
Barbara didn't reply. She simply pointed.
"Okay," Tommy said resignedly. "Do you think, um, I could at least finish this time? Because last time you hopped off me and just wandered away when you were done..."
Still pointing.
Tommy sighed, grabbed a cowl, and put it on. Barbara jumped him before he could turn around.
***
"I don't give a shit about the cost, I just want Batman dead!" Penguin yelled into the phone. The voice on the other end seemed unsympathetic.
"It's not a matter of cost, Mr. Cobblepot," the tinny voice said, "We are unwilling to risk another operative in order to take out Batman. We have refunded your previous payment, minus the cost of Cheshire's 'extraction' from jail. Thank you and please forget this number exists." With that, there was a click.
"Bollocks!!" Penguin raged, tossing the phone across the room. He seethed. His new assistant opened the door and Penguin greeted her by yelling, "Get the fuck out!" She quickly closed the door. Penguin paced the room, trying to come up with a new plan.
"Seems like you need help, cabron," a voice whispered. Penguin wheeled around, facing the source of the noise. For once, Penguin was speechless.
A long feminine form slithered from his awning. She seemed to wrap around a column, spinning around it while she descended to the floor. Suddenly, she leaped to the floor, hitting the ground with her hands and feet on the ground. From there she jumped again, leaping almost 8 feet across the room and landing on Penguin's desk.
"Who the 'ell are you, girl?" Penguin asked gruffly.
The woman didn't respond quite yet. Casually, she ran a long fingernail across his chin. Penguin not-so-slyly ogled her tits while she did so.
"I hear you have a bat problem," The woman said. She glanced at her long metal fingernails, admiring them. "I can kill him for you."
Penguin eyed her skeptically. "Just 'ow do you think you're going to that, girlie? He easily defeated the last assassin I sent after him."
The woman smiled. "Because all I have to do is get my hands on him once," She said, flicking her fingernails out like claws. She brought herself closer to Penguin, leaning forward to whisper into his ear. "And I am very good at getting my hands on men."
Penguin laughed. "I like you, girl. What name do you go by?"
"Copperhead," The girl said proudly.
"Alright then," Penguin said. The name registered in his mind but he was a tad confused; from he knew, Copperhead was a man. "I'll tell you what I'll do: I'll give you $50,000 now and another $950,000 when Batman's head is brought to me as a trophy."
Copperhead smiled. "Sounds like a good deal to me, senor."
Penguin opened up his safe and grabbed a stack of bills. He tossed them to Copperhead and she snagged them easily. She carefully placed them in a pouch on her side.
"And what would the cost be for, say, a little bit of..." Penguin's voice trailed off as he stared down at his crotch and then back at Copperhead. Copperhead opened her mouth and stuck out her long tongue. It was forked, with both ends moving independently of one another. Penguin's eyes widened.