Before he saw her, he heard the cry.
Tommy had been engaged with some of Two-Face's deadlier goons in yet another warehouse, the goons surprisingly matching up rather well with the Caped Crusader. Tommy had felled three of them but the fourth and fifth were tougher to take down than Tommy had anticipated. They synchronized their attacks, both of them attacking low and high simultaneously. It took all of Tommy's training to withstand their assault.
As one of the goons swung at Tommy's head, the other swept low with a leg. Tommy dodged the high attack and blocked the low; unfortunately, he hadn't seen the goon's other leg and was swept off his feet. He landed with a thud on the ground, the breath from his lungs escaping him.
As Tommy tried to recover, he saw a goon lifting a fire extinguisher high above his head, ready to throw it at Tommy. Tommy covered up just as the cry filled the air.
It was a loud, piercing noise, and Tommy saw a window crack as it began. It was loud to him even with his sonic dampeners working overtime to prevent his ear drums from exploding. For the thugs it must have been excruciating. The goon holding the fire extinguisher above his head dropped it as his hands shot to his ears; the extinguisher cracked him on top of the head, knocking him out instantly. The other collapsed to the ground, holding his ears and screaming.
The noise mercifully died out and Tommy clambered off the ground. From the far side of the warehouse a door opened and in walked a woman. And what a woman she was.
"Hello, Batman," She said.
Tommy was floored. Black Canary was jaw-droppingly, ball-achingly gorgeous. She had the ability to make men want to fuck her and write her sonnets simultaneously. She had a perfect face and an easy smile, the type of face that could make men melt with the raise of an eyebrow or the toss of her hair. Her shoulders were covered by a small leather jacket that cut off right at her perfect, perky breasts. Her cleavage spilled out of the top of a strapless leather bustier that cut off right at her thighs. Fishnet stockings covered her long legs. Her blonde hair had fallen in front of her face and she threw her head back gracefully. Tommy melted.
Black Canary strode past Tommy's dumbfounded face, leaning over to knock out the thug that was still (barely) conscious. As she did so, Tommy's jaw hit the floor. Black Canary had the best ass he had ever seen. It was large and firm, the bottom of her cheeks poking out from underneath her outfit. As she straightened up it tightened into two perfect circles. Tommy desperately wanted to touch it.
At that moment Canary turned around and smiled at Tommy. He gawkily smiled back.
"I heard you might need a little help. I'm Black Canary." Canary stuck out her hand. Tommy shook her hand a little too eagerly.
"I'm uh... I'm... I'm..." Tommy didn't quite know what to say.
"You're Batman," Canary helped out, laughing softly. She had a great laugh.
"Yeah, that's me. I'm Batman," Tommy said, thankful that she remembered. He tried not to stare at her tits.
"I'm here to help you," Canary said. "We have a mutual friend: Batgirl. She sent me here to help you."
"Batgirl?!" Tommy said, shocked. He had been trying to contact Batgirl for months but had heard nothing. He assumed she hated him after what had happened. Now she was helping him?
"Yeah," Canary replied. Canary's voice then got quieter. "She told me everything about you. About your situation..."
Tommy's stomach tensed up. He became aware that there were unconscious villains all around him. "Maybe we should go somewhere a little less crowded to talk." Canary nodded in agreement. Tommy began tying up Two-Face's thugs. He heard Canary slapping one in the face.
"Hey, wake up," She said, hitting him harder and harder. The goon awoke with a start. He looked around in surprise and then quickly zeroed in on Black Canary's chest.
"Up here," She said, lifting the thug's chin. "I need you to do a favor for me. You need to leave this town now and never come back. If you don't, you'll answer to Batman & me." The goon nodded his agreement to Canary's suggestion, only occasionally peering down at her tits. She sent him on his way.
"Do you really think that's going to work?" Tommy asked. If he left town they wouldn't have a lead.
"No," Canary replied, "He's going to run straight back to Two-Face. But the tracking device I put on him should lead us to Two-Face's hideout."
"Ooooohhh," Tommy said. Apparently there were still a few superhero tricks he hadn't learned yet. He called in his location to the police, requesting a pick-up, and then followed Black Canary outside.
"So how do you want to follow him?" He asked. He didn't see how she could hide a grappling hook with her costume.
"I have my ride," Canary called over her shoulder. She disappeared around a corner and Tommy heard a motorcycle rev up. She cruised around and pulled up next to Batman.
"Hop on," She said, directing him to the backseat. "Easier to track him with two sets of eyes." Tommy looked back at the seat. It was small, even smaller with Canary's ass spilling over into it. He'd be pressed against her and with all the bumps in the road...
"I better follow along overhead. Get an eagle eye view," He said, hoping his half-erection wasn't obvious.
Canary shrugged. "Suit yourself. Get on my frequency, we can talk on the way." She revved her engine and took off into the night. Tommy grappled up to the nearest tall building and followed.
***
"So how'd you get roped into being Batman, anyway?" Canary asked as she trailed their prey.
"I just found the suit and put it on," Tommy replied. He felt good talking about this. Batgirl hadn't particularly cared about who he was underneath the suit and Alfred just scowled at him.
"Lucky you," Canary laughed over the intercom. "You never did tell me your name, by the way."
"Does it matter?" Tommy asked. No one else had ever cared.
