Tommy lied in a bed at Wayne Manor, watching Black Canary get dressed. He loved watching her get dressed.
First she'd slide on her fishnet stockings, one long leg at a time, pulling them up to her waist. He loved the way they'd stretch over her ass, each nylon square turning into a circle as they stretched against her skin. Then her bustier would come next, the tight leather crackling as it hugged her luxurious frame. She'd usually turn around and ask Tommy to zip up her back, her dark eyes looking at him through her fallen hair.
Canary's small leather jacket would come next. Tommy wasn't quite sure why she wore it, seeing as it barely covered anything, but he wasn't going to complain with the way it highlighted her ass. The gloves came on, Canary pushing down between her fingers one at a time. Finally, she affixed her blonde wig on to her head and tied it down.
"How do I look?" She asked, turning and facing Tommy.
"Beautiful," He replied. She smiled and came over to kiss him; he tried to pull her into bed.
"C'mon, I need to go," She said, laughing. "I'm running down that lead on Hellhound, remember?"
"Okay, okay," Tommy replied. He released her and she bounded towards the door. As she reached the door frame she turned and looked at him.
"See you tomorrow morning at the Clocktower?" Canary asked seductively.
"Yep," Tommy said.
"Good," She replied. "Don't be late. I have a surprise for you."
Tommy's eyebrows arched. "Oh yeah? What is it?"
Canary smiled at him and exited through the door.
***
'I am not going to fuck anyone tonight.'
Tommy repeated that through his head over and over again. He liked Black Canary, he liked her a lot, and he wanted to treat their relationship like a real one. No more fuck sessions, no more "punishing" evildoers, Tommy was going to walk the straight & narrow.
He was doing that now, literally; Tommy was walking up the cable connecting two supports on a bridge. The spot was a known hangout for assassins in town on a job and Tommy was curious to see if there was anyone there right now. He walked cautiously, trying not to notice how high he was, before he finally reached the top of the long bridge support. He quickly fell onto solid ground and searched for the opening, normally there to provide a respite for workers. He discovered the nook and stepped inside.
Tommy peered the area, searching for signs of habitation. He discovered a few; a warm bedroll, a upturned bottle of some liquid, a few scattered energy bar wrappers. Tommy examined the bottle, seeing what exactly it contained. He scanned the name on the bottle and sent it to the Batcomputer. It came back buzzing with the name of a poison, found naturally in frogs in South America.
'Hmm...' Tommy thought. 'Assassins, South America... oh shit...'
"Ooh, Batman," Tommy heard a voice say behind him. He turned and there, in the doorway, was Copperhead. She looked much the same, her incarceration and subsequent breakout doing nothing to hurt her body. She was still long and stacked, still clad in a thin brown vest and tight leather pants. She smiled and leaned against the door frame.
"I remember you saying something the last time we met," She continued. "Something about not being so nice to me the next time we met. I hope you meant that."
Tommy gulped. "Look, normally I'd love to show you a thing or two but I can't right now."
Copperhead mocked a pout. "Aww," She said mockingly, "Are you afraid of me, pendejo? Here, I'll even let you tie me up." She undid the buttons on her vest, freeing her taut breasts, and wrapped her arms behind her back around the vest. "See?"
Tommy sighed. "I'm sorry," He said sincerely (he really was sorry), "But I really can't." Tommy forlornly pulled out an electric batarang. Copperhead's eyes went wide as Tommy flicked it at her; it hit her in the stomach and shocked her, sending her convulsing to the floor. Tommy walked over and put her vest back on her, touching her tits only once. He hogtied her and radioed in a call to the police.
***
'Good for me,' Tommy said as he flew from the top of the bridge back into Downtown Gotham. He was proud of himself; he had faced a villain that wanted to fuck him and had held chaste. No matter how dirty the sex between him and Copperhead, Tommy thought, it would not have been worth hurting Dinah.
'Even if Copperhead had wanted me to tie her up and facefuck her and fuck her in the ass again,' Tommy thought. 'Even if she probably would have let me use her body in whatever way I wanted... even if she was a gymnast and would have contorted her body in ways I never thought possible... even if-'
Tommy's train of thought was cut short by the sudden realization that he was gliding too low. He wasn't going to quite make it back to Gotham; he was going directly into a sewer drain. Tommy dropped his cape in panic, sending him careening into the sewer. He landed with a splash in the sewer water. Scrambling to his feet, he swore and looked for a way out. He could see a dimmer of light up ahead and began to walk towards it.
As Tommy reached an intersection in the pipes, he suddenly heard a faint noise off to his right. It sounded like... laughing, he thought. Tommy peered into the dark tunnel as his night vision clicked on. He suddenly became aware that there was someone standing maybe 15 feet away from him. It looked like...
"The Joker?!" Tommy shouted in surprise, grabbing for a batarang. The laughter became louder and Tommy realized it was a woman's laugh. He tensed up again before recognizing that it wasn't Harley's; she didn't dress like the Joker, anyways. No, this was someone different. As the figure walked closer and into the light, Tommy was finally able to get a look at her.
She was tall and thin, dangerously thin, and was wearing barely nothing to cover her pale white skin. She wore a flimsy skirt and a tiny top with little else. She had flame red hair that stuck up high into the air. Tommy crinkled his nose.
"Why hello there, Batman!" The girl yelled out. She came closer to him. Tommy tried to make out what was on her face; it looked like some sort of mask.
"Allow me to introduce myself," The girl continued, "I'm Duela Dent! But you can call me The Joker's Daughter!" The girl bowed.
"Uh... hi?" Tommy replied uncertainly. He guessed that this transient had some sort of mental disorder or something like that. Whatever it was, he wanted no part of her.
"Now let's commence with the pleasantries and fuck!" The Joker's Daughter said suddenly.
"...Excuse me?" Tommy asked.
"C'mon, don't you want to fuck me? I'm The Joker's Daughter!" She yelled again. She turned and bent over, showing Tommy that she wasn't wearing any underwear. He shielded his eyes.
"We just met a few seconds ago, why would we suddenly start having sex?" Tommy asked.
The Joker's Daughter turned and looked at him quizzically. "Why, have you never done that before?"
