Batgirl needed information to pursue her case against the Gotham mafia, and no one knows more about the underworld than Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin. She had never met him, only known him as a source of information for Batman, so inspired by her mentor, Batgirl decided to have a chat with the owner of the Iceberg Club.
After breaking into the club, Batgirl had to interrogate some of the security guards before sending them out to find out where Oswald was, and luckily for her, the little guy was in his office that night, making her job easier by theoretically reducing the number of witnesses.
And so she went, hiding in the shadows, going from wall corners to pillars, avoiding being seen by the club's bouncers and customers, until she finally reached the door of the Penguin's office, and after taking a deep breath, she pushed the door open, hoping that only Oswald was in the room. This was a lucky night for Batgirl, because as soon as she broke down the door, she found only the Penguin sitting in his large chair behind his desk with a cheerful expression on his face, contrary to what she had expected, as he would normally have been startled by her sudden presence.
The office was beautifully decorated, and in addition to Oswald's desk, there were several pieces of art scattered around, both in the form of paintings and historical items. There was also a mini-bar and a fireplace with a sofa in front of it.
"Penguin!" She said, narrowing her eyes.
"Well, if it isn't Batgirl. I've been hearing a lot about you lately, and I'm glad you finally came to visit. Let me pour you a drink, would you prefer whiskey or wine?" Oswald offered, opening his arms.
"I didn't come for that, Oswald."
"Let me guess, you want some information about some criminal you're after. You bats are so boring."
"That's exactly what I need."
"Unfortunately, it's super confidential information, I don't think I'm willing to give it to you that easily."
"Ah, but you'll be willing in no time." Batgirl said, clenching her fists and snapping her fingers.
"Are you threatening me? HAHAHA I think you've forgotten that I work with Batman. I don't think your mentor would be happy to hear that you beat up his biggest informant."
Batgirl snapped out of her pose, he was right. Her plan hadn't worked out the way she'd imagined, and Barbara couldn't hide the frustration on her face. She had underestimated this little guy.
Maybe there's something you can do to get this information out of me." Oswald said, looking down at her body, starting with the bat ear in the middle of her orange hair, the black mask that only covered her eyes, the yellow bat symbol on her chest, the purple uniform that accentuated the curves of her waist and made her thighs look thicker, and then back to her eyes.
"And what would that be?" She asked, placing a hand on his waist, strangely surprised by his hungry gaze.
"If you lock the door and take off this costume, I can give you what you want."
Surprised by the offer, Barbara took a few seconds to think. She didn't want to have sex with that disgusting criminal, apart from being a despicable person, Oswald was definitely not her type of man, she liked young athletes like Dick Grayson. The Penguin is short, stocky and has a bitter face, a big, sharp nose and deep-set eyes with dark circles from all the nights he's been up taking care of the club and the crimes. If it weren't for her heroin service, she would never have been in his presence...
"One hand washes the other, Batgirl. Your body for the information, what will it be?"
...but she also knew how humiliating it would be to leave the club empty-handed, she wondered what Batman would think of her failed attempt and so she decided to accept the offer, turned and locked the door behind her.
The Penguin smiled broadly when he saw that Batgirl had turned her back to him and took a good look at her ass, marked by the tight uniform that fortunately the short cape didn't cover.
"As well as being hot, you're an intelligent woman, I'm glad you accepted my offer."
Barbara internally approved of the compliments, especially the one about her intellect.
"You have no idea..." She said, taking off her boots, leaving them on the floor and approaching him. "...But I have two conditions."
"Well, what would they be?" Oswald asked, leaning back in the chair.
Batgirl took off her batbelt, placed it on the table, and said with a penetrating look at Oswald: "First, I'm not taking off my mask."
"Although I'd like to see your pretty little face, I accept. What's the second?"
"Batman must NOT know. Deal?"
"Deal!"
"Great..." She said with a sly smile on her face. "...Let's get started."
Barbara took off her gloves, leaving them on the table along with her Batbelt, and walked over to the Penguin, standing in the gap between the criminal and the table and staring deep into his eyes.
"On your knees, Batgirl, let's see what your little mouth can do," the Penguin ordered.
"Your information better be good." Batgirl said as she knelt before him.
"Ah, it'll be worth it..." He said, unzipping his pants and letting his cock pop out in front of her. It was already hard just from the negotiation. "...I'm sure we'll have a lot of fun."
Her eyes seemed hypnotized by the movements of his hand around the cock, her breathing quickened and she even bit her lower lip. The desire to feel it in her hand and put it in her mouth only increased until Oswald pulled her chin up, forcing her to look into his deep-set eyes, and began to stroke her face with his cock. Batgirl closed her eyes, enjoying the heat and the impact of that cock on her face. She tried to take it in her mouth, unwittingly showing that she was interested in it, with or without the information.
"You want it, don't you?" he asked.
She opened her eyes, but she could only see Oswald with one of them because his cock covered her left eye, and yet she liked what she saw, that ugly face that had once repelled her had become something attractive, she liked the dominant way he treated her, and looks were no longer important. Barbara still tried to resist, it was clear that she wanted to and she knew it, so she shyly nodded positively.
"Then open your mouth." The Penguin ordered.
She obeyed, opened her mouth and the Penguin grabbed her by the hair and slowly brought her against his hip, letting his cock slowly enter her mouth, gradually feeling every inch of his member wet with her saliva. He continued until Batgirl's lips touched his pubic hair, then pulled her head back up to the tip of his penis, repeating the motion several times, speeding up each time his cock reached her throat.
"Slurp slurp slup." That was the sound Batgirl made as Penguin did what he wanted to her face.
Until the last time he held her for a few seconds, Oswald expected her to beg him to let her go, but Barbara held on the entire time he held her there with his cock in her throat, struggling to breathe.
"You're not just strong on the streets, apparently." The Penguin said, letting go of her hair and letting her breathe.
"You can be sure I can handle a lot." She said, catching her breath.
Oswald gave a scary smile and said: "Let's see if you can really take it." Then he took off his suit.
Batgirl got up from the floor and watched him strip.
