Gotham Among Other Gods second update

One advantage of being naked when an earthquake struck: Bruce didn’t have to strip before putting on the Batsuit. Though that only shaved bare seconds off his time. In moments, he was down in the Batcave, pulling on his costume. One of the reasons he had chosen the building he did to be Batman Incorporated’s Gotham headquarters was that it happened to lay hundreds of feet above a distant offshoot of the cave system under Wayne Manor. Clandestine excavation of the foundation had both built an elevator shaft down to the cave and opened up a path to the main Batcave; a tram system that could quickly take him back to the Manor or vice versa.

There was no need at the moment, though. This satellite Batcave had all he needed. As Diana used the Batcomputer to contact her own sources about the red skies, Bruce used it to signal a Dark Thunder code. Diana’s first instinct was to call this the work of dark gods, and no one knew more about godhood than the Amazon Princess.

It didn’t take long for her to have something. Between their technological sophistication and mystical knowledge, the Amazons were a potent information source. “Persephone’s been taken,” she reported.

“The Oracle of Themyscira?” Dinah asked, not looking up from her own console showing Gotham’s emergency response. Information was still spotty, even for Batman’s network, but once the situation came into focus, they would know where to deploy their forces.

“Yes,” Diana confirmed. “For days before, she was seeing something big developing in Gotham, but she was taken before she could discern it.”

“That may have changed,” Bruce said. “It’s reasonable to assume she was kidnapped to prevent her from divulging something she’s seen or is going to see, and that it has something to do with all this. Recovering her and finding out what she knows could make all the difference.”

“Large fire developing in the financial district,” Dinah reported. 

“Route Artemis and the Outsiders there, I’ll be there to assist,” Bruce ordered, placing the cowl over his head. “Diana, you have the Oracle?”

“It’ll have to wait,” Diana countered. “I’ll be better off out on the street.”

“I’ll help there,” Dinah said. “Not much good I can do putting buildings back together.”

“Take the twins,” Bruce said.

“They don’t need my protection,” Dinah replied.

“Who says you’re the one protecting them?”

***

Time stopped for no man, and in Gotham, neither did crime. The fires and collapsing buildings in the financial district drew felons like hyenas to a wounded animal. They looted buildings on fire, set fires to cover their tracks, even attacked firefighters to give their crimes more cover and more time.

It didn’t take the World’s Greatest Detective to figure out that the dozen burly types in orange jumpsuits were crooks, literally straight out of a damaged jail, now out to double their good fortune. He threw a flashbang Batarang first, the smoke and light scattering them like roaches when the lights came on. From there, he pressed the advantage. Hesitation was the only disadvantage he could have to this lot. 

He went for the biggest, an oversized slab of meat who looked like he didn’t need a car jack to hold up an automobile. Batman met him with a right hook, then a left cross, and he let the momentum of that left carry him right around into a sweeping circle kick. The repeated blows to the giant’s head were like a sledgehammer finally breaking a boulder in half; he went down.

Now they were regrouping, pulling weapons. Batman scanned them in a single glance: two guns, four knives, three lead pipes and baseball bats, one set of brass knuckles, and the eleventh man was already pulling a runner. Batman lunged, striking out with both legs in a split kick that took out the two gunmen, and landed throwing a bolo to collar the running man. 

The knives and batters came in. Batman swept his cape through the air, disorienting them, and when it lowered, he threw out a handful of electrodes. The tiny black batteries flew out and snagged on clothing before letting out thousands of volts. Six men shook as the taser charges hit them, while Brass Knuckles had avoided the cape and managed not to get hit by an electrode. He threw a punch that Batman blocked, turning it aside with his gauntlet, and struck back—a throat-chop, then a series of kicks to the legs until he was disabled by a busted kneecap. 

That left a knife and a lead pipe who had avoided the electrodes, two of their fellows who had toughed out the electrocution, and the fallen Brass Knuckles, who Batman finished off with a swift kick to the chin. The knife and lead pipe came on, pipe sparking as it glanced off his scalloped gauntlets, knife slashing into Bruce’s arm. It cut through the outer layer of the armor and sparked on the metal underneath. 

Batman drove his palm into the knife’s nose, knocking him back, and seized lead pipe by his weapon, thrusting him into the knifer with a bone-breaking impact. A quick boxing combo went through lead pipe’s back, the force of it slamming into the knifer, puking the wind out of both of them. The two electrocuted men, their hair standing on end, tried to gang up on Batman, but he took them both out at once with a single slash of his boot through the air. On the ground, one of them groaned, still conscious, so Bruce kicked a dropped baseball bat into his face. He stopped groaning.

Batman went through them, briskly cuffing them. The runner he’d caught with a bolo hadn’t been knocked out by his fall, but he held paralysis still waiting for Batman to cuff him.

“Good call,” Batman said. Then he felt the tip of a bolt pressed against the nape of his neck.

“One pull on this trigger,” a woman’s voice said, “and you can eat while facing away from your meal.”

An arrow hissed between them, stirring the woman’s dark hair as its passing sounded in Bruce’s ears.

“One finger off this bowstring,” Artemis said, “and you’ll never eat anything again.”

Helena smirked and lowered the crossbow. Batman reached out to wrench Artemis’s arrow out of where it had embedded itself in the wall.

“Where were you when he was taking out twelve men?” Helena asked.

“Taking out twenty,” Artemis said, accepting the arrow back from Bruce. “They’re bagged and tagged a street over. And you’re still a little slow.”

“The crossbow bolt does all the running,” Helena replied.

“Where’s Power Girl?” Batman asked, in no mood to see the two alpha females’ pissing contest continue.

“Karen’s on the other side of the country,” Helena said. “She’ll be here in two.”

“Good. We may need some heavy hitters,” Bruce said.

“Heavier than Diana?”

“You got the briefing on the Code Dark Thunder?”

“Evil gods…” Helena shook her head. “I teach at a Catholic school. That pagan shit pisses me off.”

“Said the lesbian,” Artemis needled, pissed herself.

“Karen and I sleep with plenty of men.”

“Save it for the next sparring match,” Bruce told them.

“May not have to wait that long,” Helena said. “I’ve gotten tips about a Maxie Zeus cult near Cathedral Square. If something high-grade supernatural is going on, he may be involved.”

Artemis nodded. “It isn’t just the Christian God who looks out for fools and madmen.”

“Maxie Zeus is both,” Bruce agreed. “Let’s check it out.”

***

It had been a few hours now since the earthquake and violence in Gotham had settled back to a dull roar, with cops out in force and the ripe opportunities for profit now unfeasible. There was time to stop attacking the symptoms and go after the source. 

Zeus’s cult met in a part of the city that had been evacuated for fear of a sinkhole developing. Despite the widespread destruction, the building they occupied was virtually unharmed. Batman scowled; it wasn’t confirmation, but it made it more likely that Zeus had managed to latch onto something dangerous in his psychosis.

Batman, with Huntress and Artemis, were in a building across the street from the meeting place. It hadn’t fared so well in the devastation. Through one doorway, the floor and walls simply weren’t there, like the building had been left unfinished after most of it had been constructed, decorated, and furnished.

Batman didn’t like using technologies that were too exotic. He preferred tech that was proven reliably and, within reason, replaceable and serviceable. He did make an exception for the visor technology in his cowl. Being able to see through walls wasn’t too much of a handicap if it broke down. He could do the same with sound and scent. But in an extreme like this, he cycled through every vision mode his lenses offered. There were no heat signatures, no pheromones trails, no sign of life whatsoever in the cult’s meeting place. He would just have to keep waiting.

“So how are the kids?” Helena asked, making conversation with Artemis as she checked the sight on her crossbow.

Artemis idly tried the string on her bow. “Young,” she said. “Worthwhile.” She eyed Helena. “Considering.”

“Karen is, so I am,” Helena replied. “Now, after all this… who knows how long I have to wait?” She’d become lost in herself as she spoke, like her words were not so much words as thoughts slipping out. Now she refocused on Artemis. “It doesn’t worry you? Having children in a world that’s so… vulnerable?”

“They’re not vulnerable children,” Artemis answered simply.

“Especially with you around,” Helena ventured. “It’s funny—people have always told me I’m too intense. With my own kids, maybe all that protectiveness could come in handy.”

“Your passion always has been your strong suit,” Bruce said, startling them both. “Especially now that Karen’s helped you control it.”

Helena smiled at him. “I want your cum.”

“Excuse me?” Artemis demanded.

Bruce stood, giving up for now on the neighboring building. Helena was right. Keeping us this tension would only fray his nerves, or if not his, then theirs. Something needed to break the suspense of their tedium. He unbuckled his belt.

“She wants a child,” he told Artemis. “It’s not as if Karen can give her one.”

Artemis placed her hands on her hips, aroused at the thought—especially as Helena was stripping—but also a little irritated that such a thing hadn’t been cleared with her first. And, judging by Bruce’s hardness and Helena’s wetness, it had most definitely been decided. “I thought we were the ones who were going to try for a child next.”

“Who said we weren’t?” Bruce asked. “Helena isn’t asking to marry me. Just to have my child.”

Helena nodded. “Karen and I will raise the baby. But I’ll truly appreciate your contribution.”

“Yes,” Bruce said, shedding the last of his costume, “you will. Helena, take off your clothes. You’re next. Artemis, how would you like to show her how it’s done?

“Sounds fun,” Artemis said huskily. Her husband reached for her and pulled her down with him to the ground.

“Good girl,” Bruce said. “Get on your knees and hold yourself over me. Then I’ll fuck your hot little cunt from underneath.”

His instructions were obviously unnecessary, as they had fucked in that positions many times before—it was one of Artemis’s favorite. But she knew that Bruce loved to tell her exactly what to do so she could make a big show of following his orders. And to be honest, some part of her liked being told what to do. It seemed so perverse still, doing as a man bade her, even when the Bana-Mighdall would willingly do anything for Bruce, especially when it got him turned on enough to give her a hard fuck.

“And then what do I do?” Artemis teased, stripping her costume away. 

“You ride my cock up and down,” Bruce told her. “Like one of your horses.”

“Just like one of my horses,” Artemis grinned, looking down at Bruce’s swollen prick. Its purple crown glistened with precum. It rose straight up from his thicket of darkly coarse hair, totally mesmerizing her with its hot-blooded throbbing. The redhead shivered, hardly able to wait to have it deep inside her.

“Go on,” Bruce said patiently. “Lower yourself down. I’ll hold it steady for you.”

Helena lay on her back, fingering her pussy, so wet it was like she was about to be fucked by Bruce instead of the Bana. “Do it, Artemis!” she cried, eyes locked on the eroticism of their muscular bodes bared in repose. “Fuck him!”

“Oh no, he’s going to fuck me.” Artemis’s cunt clenched with lust for the big prick offered to it. She squatted down, bringing the smooth skin underneath her slit into contact with his cockhead, then sliding down further until it fit into her sex. She bent over, moaning happily, watching the prick nestle inside her. Thrills were shaking her body, so much so that she barely noticed when Bruce added to them by jerking his hips upward. But she did know when his cock thrusted inside her to the hilt. She sighed explosively.

“Just ride it up and down,” Bruce said, instructing her as if Artemis were some soft virgin she had never gotten a chance to be. “I know you want to ride it hard, but start slow. Tease me with that tight little pussy.”

Artemis looked down at his cock, gleaming with her juices, and the sight aroused her almost as much as Bruce condescending to her. It angered her, but a good anger. She wanted to vent it into him as he vented his cock into her.

“That’s right, Artemis, up and down, just like that,” Bruce groaned. “Helena, doesn’t it look like she likes riding cock?”

“Oh yes,” Helena muttered. “Ride it up and down… up and down…” She started to close her eyes, fingering her pussy closer and closer to climax, but she forced them open again. She couldn’t miss a minute of the fuck before her.

“Ohhh, you know I do!” Artemis moaned thickly. “I love riding great big cocks like yours! It feels so good… having my whole pussy filled up!” She glanced over at Helena as the vigilante’s eyes drifted shut with still more pleasure. “And you look cute with your pussy riding your hand like that.”

“If you like it so much, fuck harder,” Bruce demanded.

Artemis slid herself all the way up to his cockhead, fancying she could feel the lewd pulse of precum exiting the slit, blooming hotly between the lips of her labia. Then she fell upon Bruce until her cuntlips were spread around the base of his huge prick. There was only so much of her lust this could satisfy; already more was flashing through her. It burned with a white-hot heat, boiling her blood and electrifying her skin. 

She was coming, wailing about it, only able to think so far as keeping his cock moving through the folds of her pussy. With all the meager energy in her stricken body, she hoisted herself up, then sank back down on him, more a series of spastic twitches then the rhythmic undulations of before. But it prolonged her orgasm, brought a new one when the first subsided, leaving her clenching and clutching on Bruce’s manhood in one long, continuous climax—like her pussy was a mouth, trying to suck out the seed she thought it was owed.

“God, you’re coming hard!” Bruce groaned. He reached up and grabbed hold of her tits before they could heave any harder, holding them still. As Artemis bobbed up and down on his prick, she kneaded her breasts against his palms, feeling the tightness of his grip and the roughness of his fingers all over them. “Guess you’re enjoying yourself.”

“Looks fun to me,” Helena muttered, her eyes riveted on the huge cock entering and exiting Artemis’s sex, her fingers still delving into her horny cunt as if she could ever hope to duplicate its heft.

“Yes, yes, I love it!” Artemis agreed. “Pinch my nipples! Hard!”

Grinning smugly, Bruce brought his fingers to Artemis’s nipples and captured them between thumb and forefinger. He let Artemis’s own bucking riding draw her breasts away from him, then he pulled hard on the nipples. Artemis moaned with pain and pleasure, still riding him, enjoying her gulping plunges down his shaft and hurting as she rode back up and drew her nipples tautly away from his grip.

Then suddenly Bruce thrust upward as he pulled her down to him by her already stretched nipples. Artemis screamed in ecstasy as she was entered to the hilt, her nipples hurting worse than ever, as if to match how good his cock felt buried inside her.

“Fuck yes!” Artemis husked, actually feeling herself stretch around Bruce’s shaft. It’d been so long since he’d gone truly deep into her. “I love fucking you so much!”

“And his cock?” Helena asked lewdly, trying to keep up as Artemis achieved far greater pleasure than it seemed she ever would. “Does his cock feel really good?”

“Well, answer her.” Bruce let up the pressure on her nipples a little, only to then twist them, giving fresh pain and new pleasure to Artemis. “How does my cock feel, Artemis?”

“Ohhhhh, it’s so good! I love his big cock! I can feel it all the way inside my pussy—right through me! It’s so big! So hard! And it’s in me so fucking deep!” Artemis cried.

And Bruce went deeper into her, ramming her so hard she flew up off him, her back arching, her flesh quivering as she bounced back down on him. She was a feverish mass of lust, incoherent, needful. Her jaw was slack, her tongue flapping with low sobbing sounds. Her eyes rolled. Her breath came hard when it came at all.

More orgasms pounded through her as she clutched Bruce’s broad shoulders, rocked on the prick soaring up into her, and finally pitched forward onto his muscular chest.

“My God,” Helena breathed, her eyes wide. Bruce wrapped his arms around Artemis, holding her tightly to him for a kiss. They moaned together, then moved as one, Artemis driving down with her cunt, Bruce thrusting up into her. He grasped her hips in his strong hands and held her in place to be jammed down on his massive cock, his loins flexing into her with almost maniacal need.

Artemis could no longer get away from his relentless thrusting, she could only be held in place and take the pounding her slack pussy was still barely used to. And still Bruce forced himself to hold back, waiting for another orgasm to rampage through her. He knew she could take more. His hips were a blur of motion, speeding endlessly into her dripping pussy. Artemis convulsed and screamed, twisting in Bruce’s grip, almost managing to break free. He knew she now needed it more than she could stand. He hauled her down roughly onto his shaft, his hips inside hers, and his cum burst from him into the deepest parts of her, gushing at her cervix and spreading to fill the rest of the space between her legs.

“Jesus Christ!” Helena exclaimed, feeling her own climax bore through her. It was like Artemis’s orgasm was so massive that it spilled over into her. Or perhaps it was Bruce’s to begin with. It looked like he was still coming.

Husband and wife shuddered together, Bruce firing, Artemis receiving, her trembling thighs still managing to tense around his waist as if to demand more of his thick jizz. It soon overflowed her, running lewdly out of her quivering sex and splashing over Bruce’s groin.

“Aaahh,” Bruce groaned in Artemis’s final undulations against him. Her eyes were glazed over with enjoy of his molten cum inside her, and she continued to fuck his draining cock, grinding herself down on it almost desperately.

“Ooooooh, Bruce—it’s so much, but it’s still never enough!” Taking deep breaths that could not fill her, Artemis glanced over at Helena and smiled approvingly. The Catholic looked truly angelic in the throes of her climax. Her face was sweaty and flushed, glimmering pristinely, and her breasts heaved in glorious paroxysms. Artemis’s eyes traced inquisitively over Helena’s firm, voluptuous body, each sweep of her contours wondering and asking if Artemis could sample her beauty.

Bruce laughed at the desire in Artemis’s eyes as she stared at Helena. “You’ll have to wait until I’m done with her,” he reminded the redhead, slipping her gently off his cock.

“I’m feeling very patient,” Artemis said, crawling away with legs that were still trembling, refusing to steeple long enough for her to stand up. “And thirsty. I think I’ll get something to drink from that vending machine we passed.”

“Aren’t you worried about missing something?” Helena asked. She was still breathing hard from her voyeuristic, and masturbatory, observation of Bruce and Artemis, but had it been five years instead of five seconds since that had concluded, Artemis doubted she would be any less affected by the memory.

Artemis smiled at her; trust the woman with a window in her costume to have exhibitionist tendencies. No wonder she worked with Oracle. “Even bats have a refractory period,” she replied, and this time managed to get to her feet.

She didn’t tempt fate, though. Instead of taking the time to get dressed, she padded down to the soda machine, broke into it, and brought out some soft drinks that hadn’t warmed too much since the power went out. Thank Apollo for Gotham’s cold nights. Cradling several samples against her chest—a distinctly brisk feeling—she carted them up to share with her two lovers. And found Helena on her back, legs spread wide, Bruce’s naked hips pumping up and down between them.

From behind, she could see how Bruce’s cock thrust into Helena’s clinging pussy, his balls jogging heftily between her splayed buttocks. Just the sight made Artemis’s own creamy thighs clench, and she took a deep breath that did nothing to dispel her buzzing intoxication with the view. Letting the breath out slowly, she got down on her knees beside them.

Helena lifted up her bare legs, wrapping them around Bruce’s waist, her arms already holding her swollen breasts to his massive chest. Helena seemed to be cooing with every motion she made, grinding herself up against Bruce and his plunging cock.

Artemis reached down. With Helena squeezing her legs around Bruce, her ass was turned upward, and Artemis was easily able to fondle its naked contours. She moved the tips of her fingers into the vale between Helena’s cheeks and lightly traced her finger along the rim of Helena’s asshole. Helena gurgled with peals of ecstasy, feeling herself being teased even as Bruce fucked her so thoroughly. She drove herself up to Bruce even more frantically, as if trying to escape the added stimulation.

Artemis tightened her fingers on Helena’s voluptuous buttocks, prying them apart, and sinking her fingers deeper into the furrow to rub harder at Helena’s anus. Helena couldn’t vent her lust into Bruce any harder; she just grunted, her anus clenching tightly. Artemis leaned in and kissed Bruce’s muscular ass as it bounced up and down between Helena’s thighs. She wondered which was better, the tight, hot flesh under her lips or that which she was feeling in her hand?

Artemis couldn’t care too deeply. She’d have both. Moving on her hands and knees, she lowered herself to nearly be underneath them. She reached up to push on the backs of Helena’s thighs, drawing her and Bruce up and out of the way. She kept moving them until Helena was virtually standing on her head, Bruce thrusting down into her, her naked, squirming ass up in the air. She and Bruce worked together, both feeling the same lusts as they spread Helena’s legs to open her up for both their wants. As Bruce continued jackhammering down into her, harder than ever, Artemis shoved her face against Helena’s ass, running her tongue up and down the groove between buttocks as they clenched and quivered with Bruce’s thrusting. Helena wailed as the feeling on her tender anus increased, melding with the wild assault Bruce was making on her sex. All she could do was try to stay in place as they had their fill of her. After all, she wouldn’t want them to stop.

After biting a jiggling cheek, surprisingly curvaceous for all Helena’s fitness, Artemis pressed her tongue in the valley of Helena’s ass, licking from her perineum to the spur of her tailbone. She tasted the tight pucker of Helena’s anus, its unyielding resistance inflaming her lust. She dug her fingers into Helena’s inner thighs, holding her high for Bruce’s continued fury. His balls moved through Artemis’s voluminous hair as she shoved her face deeper between Helena’s buttocks. She could hardly breathe now, but she could feel every thrust Bruce made shaking the flesh around her, she could taste the aroused sweat Helena’s body helplessly produced, dripping heatedly onto her own skin. Her sex was pulsating as if it hadn’t just been sated minutes ago, as if it hadn’t been touched in ages, as she swirled her tongue along Helena’s rim, nearly coming then and there as the hole slowly opened.

Helena was squealing almost too hard to keep saying “fuck me, fuck me!” Bruce was grunting as he fed himself into her cunt. Artemis just had to swivel her eyes upward to see him driving into her, so fast that he seemed to be just wildly thrusting into her, but she could see the tightly controlled rhythm of it. No matter how hard he went, how good it felt to him, he had some plan for bringing Helena the maximum amount of pleasure she could feel.

With one of Bruce’s hairy legs right beside her, Artemis wrapped her thighs around it. She pressed her warm cunt against his calf, feeling the muscles clenching there with his rigidly synchronized motion. She just had to rub herself against it a little, find the right spot, and it was like he was giving her pussy a massage as she squeezed Helena’s sweet ass, slid her tongue inside the woman’s contracting anus.

Helena began to scream that she was coming even more forcefully than she’d been squealing. Artemis pulled the churning ass closer to Bruce’s thrusts, feeling it twitch into his entries with mindless bliss. She raced her tongue about the clenching anus, felt it close so tight it trapped her tongue as Helena went stiff, and she knew that sobbing was Helena erupting in orgasm. 

Then she pressed her face to Bruce’s firm ass, kissing the clenching muscles there as he wildly gasped in pleasure. She could’ve sworn the skin was burning hotter as he froze, his only motion the tensing cock firing his seed deep into Helena.

When he relaxed, Artemis pulled away with one last kiss. Her legs were actually a little wobbly as she settled back on her ass, wiping off her mouth with the back of her fist. “That didn’t take long,” she taunted with her roughly good-natured mien. “I don’t think the soda even went flat.”

Helena reached out from where she’d fallen like she was weighted down by a ton of bricks, and she just managed to snag a can of Pepsi and drag it to herself. “I’d drink day-old Natty Ice if it was here. Being your lover is thirsty work, Bruce.”

“Depends on where you’re loving him,” Artemis quipped, licking her lips suggestively. 

Bruce was breathing hard himself as he sat down on the floor, picking up his own soda can, opening it and sipping at it. “And I always tell the kids this sugar water is bad for them; this isn’t even diet.”

“Neither is Karen,” Helena said, holding two Ved fingers in front of her lips. “And I trust you’re not going to leave her feeling left out…”

“Let me check my schedule,” Bruce said, picking up one of his gauntlets and pulling it on. 

Seeing him wearing nothing but the weaponized glove clear to his elbow, Artemis let out a giggle. She would never get used to how domestic such a warrior could be.

Bruce stared at the holodisplay from his glove, then started dressing.

“Something up?” Artemis asked, the harsh line her mouth was now set in making her laugh a distant memory.

“Just the usual Gotham nightlife,” Bruce said, briskly and efficiently armoring himself. Even the parts of his body that remained naked looked more like weapons being progressively sheathed now. “You two stay here, keep on Maxie Zeus. I’ll be back as soon as you can get free.”

“Yeah, I’ll bet you will,” Helena said, sitting with her legs wide open and drinking deeply from her soda can. Artemis gave her a glance and saw that her eyes were shining with pleasure, enjoying the sight of Bruce’s naked body in the last few moments it remained unclothed. She didn’t know him like Artemis did; didn’t see that he was coming back not to enjoy their charms any further, but because it was one more target of his crusade.

She respected that even as she wondered how much he truly enjoyed the pleasures they shared together. Even the most hardened warrior needed to mix the thrill of battle with the celebration of victory and the mourning of fallen soldiers. She herself had once been blind to that all-important ratio of fighting to preserving life and actually enjoying it.

She hoped Bruce was wiser than she had been.