Shared Risk, Shared Reward

For a moment, the oppressive darkness that defined Gotham was relieved—not by the jaundiced moon that waxed and waned through a layer of gray smog, but by the red and blue sirens that circled the streets, marking like an oasis the site of the Batman’s triumph. The light reached to where the sound couldn’t, up to the gargoyle-infested rooftops, where Batman looked down at the tiny figures caught in the splash of colors. 

The Joker’s henchmen being rounded up, the ambulance to take to the hospital those who were too wounded for prison, and the SWAT team that would escort the Joker to Arkham. Soon would come the forensic scientists, then the journalists, and on their heels the curiosity seekers and those hoping to score a piece of Joker memorabilia, either for themselves or for eBay. But by then, Bruce would be long done. He only watched now, letting himself relish the victory, to ensure no last-minute trick spoiled the night.

“Oracle,” he said, his use of her name automatically opening a comms channel to her. “Send word to the others. The Joker is in custody. Proceed after the rest of Gotham’s most wanted.”

“That doesn’t seem like much of a celebration,” Selina purred as she walked up to him, melting out of the shadows at the same time she lowered the zipper on her catsuit. Exposing the sweetness of her inner cleavage, a vast swath of olive skin he usually only saw at her insouciant smile. 

Bruce’s eyes dilated, seeing the zipper travel all the way down to her navel. His erection sprang up, pushing hard against the groin of his armor. He reached up to his cowl, manually shutting off his comms.

Selina chuckled to herself, knowing she had him, the cock she’d seduced into its vast hardness demanding release. Putting her arms around his neck, she kissed Bruce. Their tongues briefly clashed, then Selina shoved hers deep into Bruce’s mouth. 

As she felt him responding to the kiss, his prick throbbing harder than ever, Selina pulled back. She stroked her gloved hand across his unshaven jaw, pulling him out of the stoop he’d done into to kiss her. His head drifted back as she lowered herself, licking over the emblem that marked his broad chest,, then going all the way down to her knees.

Literally kneeling before Bruce’s cock, Selina disabled the protections that guarded her favorite part of Bruce, then brought down the once-concealed zipper. Easing one finger inside his fly, she slid it along his restrained length with its bulging vein until she’d pressed his throbbing erection to the opening and its hardness made it thrust out before her. Even though she was intimately familiar with his cock, enough to finesse it from Bruce’s costume in her sleep, Selina was still taken aback by the sheer size of his erection.

“That’s a lot to celebrate,” she cooed, feeling herself clench as her body registered how hard and ready he was. If she’d tempted Bruce anymore, he might’ve thrown her down and taken her on the ground, one of those fucks that was as much a fight as it was love. But no, this was a well-deserved reward for taking the Joker off the streets. Bruce would do nothing more than relax and enjoy it.

She brushed her lips against the sensitive skin of his knob, just enough to let him feel their warmth, and was rewarded with a groan of pleasure from up out of Bruce’s massive chest. More than that, exertion. He was holding himself back from the release he deserved. Selina mewled. That was gratifying, knowing she almost had the Batman coming in his pants, even if his self-control was limitless. She wouldn’t get his cum until she earned it.

Selina slipped her hand around to his ass. She trailed a clawed finger between his asshole and the base of his cock, knowing he could just barely feel it through his armor. With her other hand, she cupped his bloated balls, squeezing them as her bright red lips kept peppering his cockhead with kisses.

Bruce reached down with his big hands and cupped Selina’s head, holding onto her mask’s cat-ears like they were nothing more than handles for him to facefuck her with. Selina tingled all over, even feeling her asshole twitch. She wanted his cock everywhere, even back there, painful as the prospect was—though, knowing how tight she was, that hardly seemed like the relaxing experience she wanted her man to enjoy.

“Selina,” Bruce gasped.

Selina only grinned. “This is so much fucking cock, Bat. And it’s all for me…” She ran her tongue up from the veiny underside of Bruce’s prick to its very tip, then over his glans to tingle at the wrinkled collar. Bruce groaned as if in torment. His prick seethed, all musk and heat and the need to cover her with cum, a need only surmounted by Bruce’s desire to continue enjoying her mouth, the sight of her kneeling worshipfully at his feet. “Do you mind if I share it?”

“Share it…” Bruce grunted, not truly comprehending her honeyed words as her tongue swirled around his cockhead again, delicately removing the precum that was running in torrents down his helmet.

“Isn’t that what good kitties do? Share?” Selina pumped his cock in her fist, further gratifying him—he heaved a grunt as her hand pitched up and down every inch of his girthy erection—while she herself turned her head, jade eyes regarding the shadows Bruce hadn’t noticed. Distracted by her sashaying up to him and demanding his attention as much as his cock. “Come out, Harley. Come and help us celebrate.”

Like a child caught being naughty, Harley stepped out into the hints of illumination provided by the police lights far below. Her creamy white skin made it a wonder she had ever managed to hide herself. With her skimpy costume—the red and black corset top hugging her pert breasts, the reverse-colored shorts that held her hips as close as a spritz of make-up, and the stockings that exposed her firm thighs while outlining her long legs in practically the same amount of detail—showing herself couldn’t help but be a provocation, a sexual promise as sweet as Selina’s zipper traveling down her lean body.

Her intelligence had led them to the Joker’s hideout and she’d joined in fighting their way through his henchmen, with her insights into the clown’s psyche proving invaluable help in getting through the trapped maze that the Joker seemed to generate with his mere presence. She wasn’t part of the family—hadn’t changed the evil she’d done in the past—but Bruce could see that she was trying. And in Selina’s own skewed world, this was her way of encouraging Harley, welcoming her onto the right side as far as she could get.

Harley herself stared at Bruce’s endowment, her blackish-red lips trembling so hard they seemed to make her red and blue-dyed pigtails sway. Even her usual puck couldn’t hide the awe she felt looking at his erect cock, moony-eyed, mouth opening wider and wider in subconscious need. She found herself pulled toward the Bat and the Cat like a stray puppy padding closer and closer to warmth and shelter, no matter how dangerous it might prove. Only warmth and shelter weren’t nothing compared to the sick thrill Harley felt she was promised here.

She’d seen enough of Batman’s cock in those tight trunks to know he was packing, but you couldn’t always tell. Was he thick? If Harley had a choice between thick and long, she’d always go with thick. She loved being spread apart, opened up like a guy was tinkering with her engine. But Batman had length too, length that had to feel wonderful stuffing a girl’s cunt. Selina was one lucky gal. And for once, the thief was generous, offering to share all that. Or maybe she knew she couldn’t handle it all on her own and there wasn’t a Batgirl handy to shoulder the load. 

Harley didn’t know, didn’t care. All she knew was that Batman had taken one hand off of Selina’s head. It hovered at waist-level, where someone might kneel beside Catwoman say, and he curled his fingers in invitation.