Being in the habit of keeping track of all his enemies, Bruce knew that Harley and Ivy were currently shacking up with Selina Kyle, the three of them forming an alliance against their various enemies. It was an arrangement he was reluctant to break up. Selina would be a good influence on the two of them—better than Arkham Asylum—and she was too strong-willed to pick up their bad habits. As long as Cat kept the others in line, he would give her the leeway she wanted—and refrain from paying her the visits that would usually sate his urges. But when he needed information and Selina was his best bet, her sanctuary was no longer inviolate. The other two would just have to deal with his presence.
He let himself into the dilapidated hotel that now served as the three women's hide-out. Pesticide took care of the plants Ivy had monitoring the entrances, while the roving hyenas Harley owned were neutralized with drugged meat. It was the dead of night. Bruce trusted, but was by no means certain, that the three women were asleep. He made quick, careful searches of the various rooms.
One was obviously Harley's—unless one of the others had become a six-year-old girl without his knowledge—but she wasn't there. Another was Ivy's, from the ripped up floorboards replaced with soil, but she wasn't in bed either. Finally, he came to a room with enough expensive taste in it that it had to be Selina's.
She
was in bed. But she wasn't alone.
She was in the middle of the bed, with Harley and Ivy cradling her in their bodies. All three were naked. Selina was tall and statuesque, her feet protruding from the bottom of the blanket they shared, her breasts high and proud on her long, lean body. Her hair was shaven to a tight crop, as if to balance out the excess of femininity in her slender legs and abundant curves.
In her arms was Harley, petite and pale, trim muscle marking her girlishly cute body. In comparison to Selina, she was almost tomboyish. Her modest breasts were buried against Selina's body, but her ass showed out from under the tangled sheets, tiny, tight, but plump in how it curved out from her slender waist.
Ivy was on the other end of the spectrum, abundantly womanly, voluptuous, her proud breasts dwarfing Selina's own, GG-cups swallowing up Selina's chest where their bodies met. Her hips were wide—although she could never be called fat, she toed the line of the hourglass figure, with a thick thigh thrown over Selina's lap and ending up between Harley's legs. Seeing them together, even Batman felt a heated pulse go through his groin, his manhood beginning to stiffen with desire.
The three women truly were sandwiched together, but it seemed Harley and Ivy were the most exhausted by whatever had happened, as Selina was quick to waken and register his presence glowering over them.
"Oh great," Selina said, voice hushed. "Someone else who wants to crawl into bed with me."
"That's not what I'm here for," Bruce said in his own whisper, though his growing erection almost gave the lie to that statement. "Joey Mondromo. You used to use him as a fence. I need to find him."
"Then maybe you should come back in the morning. Or maybe use the phone. Not barge into my place like a dog marking your territory."
Bruce walked to the head of the bed. There was no headboard or posters, just the bare mattress atop the bedframe. "It's important, Cat."
"It always is with you. But I'm not one of your little sidekicks. If I don't want to help you, I don't have to."
"No?" Bruce asked, his voice crisp.
"Harley and Ivy did a lot to get me into their bed—or rather, into mine. Why should I drop everything and get out of it just on your say-so?"
Bruce cracked his knuckles. "The usual reason people talk to me."
"Please, Bat. We both know you don't scare me. At most, I just feel all... warm. Tingly."
Her eyes dropped to his crotch. Through his costume, his cock was burgeoning more than ever. His trunks were obscenely tented. Selina grinned. She hadn't even been trying, but she had Bruce so hot for her that he could barely control himself. Though she supposed she had to give Harley and Ivy some of the credit. As appealing as she was, she was only one woman—and no man liked one woman better than the prospect of three.
"Then maybe I should see how warm you can get before you can't take the heat anymore," Bruce threatened.
"Don't wake the clown and the houseplant. They need their beauty sleep. And I doubt they'd be as...
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