“You know what I think,” I continue. “I don’t think Batman sent you to confront me that day at the parking lot. I think you did that on your own. In fact, I don’t think Batman knows anything about it; he wouldn’t have made such a stupid mistake. Before that day, I had no idea anyone knew about Barbara, Helene and me, but thanks to you, I found out. What do you think he’d say if he found out? This is all on you, Babe, so take your medicine and deal with it.”

She stares at me for a full minute. “Shit!” she says.

She wanted to go upstairs, I refused; I wasn’t looking to become the next great porn star of her film library. I insisted we go somewhere else. We get to my truck; she gets in on the passenger side. “Don’t roll down the window,” I order. “I’ll run the air conditioning.” She buckles up and we’re off. She thinks we’re going to a motel or something. Is she in for a shock?

“What’s that smell?” Blackie asks.

“Air freshener,” I tell her. Poison Ivy has two types of pheromones, one for men and one for women, like she used on Bats. The bottle she gave me is the one for women, so it has no effect on me. What I did was rig it to my air conditioner vents on the passenger side of my truck. It’s going in to Blackie’s face. It gets absorbed, both by her breathing it in and through her skin pores. According to Ivy, around five minutes to begin seeing results. It should take about fifteen minutes to get to Cats’ place. I take the long way, stretching it to about twenty minutes. By the time I pull in behind Cats’ building, it’s a very different woman sitting next to me than when the ride started. Her skin is beginning to look flush, her breathing is faster, she’s fidgeting in her seat and she stealing sideways glances at me while licking her lips every few minutes. I know I don’t live up to her usual fucks, but at the moment I’m all she’s got. She looks conflicted. She knows she’s not supposed to be attracted to me and probably can’t understand why all of a sudden she is. It’s probably more confusing to her that it came on so quickly. Then I smell it, that unmistakable aroma that happens when a woman is horny and wet between her legs. She’s acting like it’s not there, she’s probably hoping I don’t notice it, fat chance, it’s too strong. I hope she does stain my upholstery.

“Where are we? I thought we were going to a motel?”

“No, this is better. It’s a friend’s house.”

I get out and see her sneaking sideway glances at my ass. Those pheromones are the best deal I’ve ever made; this bitch is ready. I open the back door and let her in. I relock the door and activate the security system. We walk upstairs and get to the second floor, where Selena has her bedrooms. We get there and there she is waiting; Selena Kyle, Cats. Blackie freezes. “Who’s she?”

She doesn’t recognize Cats, that’s weird; they tangled before. Either Blackie has never seen Cats without her mask on or the pheromones are fucking with her mind. Either way, it’s good.

“She’s a friend,” I answer. “She’ll be joining us today.” Cats smiles at her.

“You want to do a three way?” Blackie blurts out.

“Hey, it’s not like it’s your first.”

Blackie tries to look indignant as she shakes her head. She wants to say no, but the pheromones have broken her resistance. Ivy explained to me how they work. By now Blackie’s body needs the sex badly and this need is getting more intense every passing minute. She wants to say no, but can’t. Eventually, she will use the blackmail as an excuse to give in. Cats isn’t waiting. She walks up to Blackie, puts her hand around the back of Blackie’s neck and pulls her face to hers. “Come here pretty girl,” Cats says.

They passionately kiss, long and slow; their tongues going back and forth into each other’s mouths. At first Blackie tries to resist, but that quickly vanishes, as she give in to the moment. The kiss lingers for a minute, and then we begin. It takes Cats and me less than thirty seconds to strip Blackie completely naked. We don’t leave a hair pin, a toe ring or nicotine patch on her; she’s as naked as the day she was born. Her clothes, and anything else she was wearing, are lying all over the hallway floor. Having seen Blackie luscious nude body before on her DVD collection, it doesn’t surprise me, but seeing her in person, in the flesh, I’m still highly impressed. So is Cats, who especially finds her brunette bush amusing. “Not a natural blond, I see.” She runs her finger through it; straightening out the compressed pubic hairs. She then gently runs her long nails across her clit and cunt. This sends some very obvious shivers through Blackie’s body.

“So wet, already,” Cats comments. She looks at me with such glee in her eyes. “She’s very ready. I’d say she wants it bad. We should not keep this heroine waiting”

We each take one of Blackie’s hands and lead her into Cats’ bedroom. There is absolutely no resistance on Blackie’s part. In fact, she has a look on her face that is confused and needy. We quickly take off our clothes. Cats moves in first, again forcefully bring Blackie close and kissing her. They are together tight, tits to tits, cunts to cunts, cat’s arms around Blackie’s back as she forces her tongue into Blackie’s mouth. For the next minute they kiss hard. At first Blackie is again hesitant, but then she slowly loses it and get in to the experience. When Cats finally breaks it off she turns Blackie around and walks her to me. She forces Blackie down on her knees in front of my ever hardening cock, so that the tip of her nose is almost touching it.

“Ok, heroine,” Cats says. “Start with the balls. Start licking!”

Hesitating only for a second Blackie begins licking my balls like she’s licking a large ice cream cone; long slow licks with her velvety smooth tongue. It feels electrifying. Needless to say, I love it and then she puts both my balls inside her mouth, where she continues lick and now sucking them; and that actually feels even better. The heat inside my scrotum is getting intense. I never felt that turned on before. Blackie knows what she’s doing. I’ve seen her get her mouth full of balls before in her DVD collection. She was not able to do it to Jon Stewart or Bruce Wayne, their balls were too big for her mouth, but she did it to Ollie Queen, Dick Grayson and Jefferson Pierce. These guys got excited too, especially Grayson who couldn’t hold it in and shot off all over her face and blond hair. What surprised me watching the scene is that it actually took Blackie by surprised when it happened. You’d think she’d be ready for that possibility. I manage to hold it in; I don’t want it to stop. I have to try this with Bats and Hunty. She finally stops doing my balls and goes for my cock. She starts by licking just like she did my ball; long, wide, smooth stroke up and down the shaft, but then she put the whole thing in her mouth and began deep throating me hard, going back and forth like a pump. Again, she knows what she’s doing; not too fast, not too slow, her speed is just right. Her tongue works my cock flawlessly. You have to wonder where she mastered this. It takes about five minutes before I finally can’t hold it anymore; I blow inside her mouth and not only does she swallow the whole thing, but keeps the pumping going until the last drop comes out. You have to admire a professional doing what she does best.

I’m done for now. I need a little time to recharge, so naturally, Cats get a chance to go solo on Blackie, she take control. She pushes Blackie on the king size bed, puts her on all fours and starts licking her pussy from behind. She slowly licks the rim of Blackie’s cunt, going round and round. Blackie offers no resistance; she just lets Cats manipulate her and by the look on her face, seems to be enjoying it. When Blackie starts moaning, Cats sticks her tongue all the way into Blackie’s pussy, the moans get louder as Blackie’s tits bounce like jello. Cats also knows how to use her tongue for effect. It doesn’t take long for Blackie to blow. The first time today, but judging by the way Bats reacted to Ivy’s pheromones, not the last. Blackie’s orgasm hit her hard, but she recovers and wants more.

Cats puts Blackie on her back and brings Blackie’s legs into a crouching position with her knees almost under her chin. Then Cats straddles over Blackie’s face bringing her pussy over Blackie’s mouth and then Cats move forward placing her mouth over Blackie’s pussy. They’re in a sixty-nine, attacking each other’s pussy. It’s not sex, its combat; a fight for domination. Both women attack and manipulate each other’s pussy and clit with their mouths. They both moan a lot. It’s fascinating and exciting to watch. I really can’t take my eyes off of them. It goes on for almost twenty minutes but eventually Blackie loses, she cums first; goes critical all over Cats face and she does scream, loud. Cats insist Blackie keep going because she hasn’t come yet, Blackie complies and about five minutes later, Cats returns the favor and goes off on Blackie’s face.

Cats smells weakness, so she’s not about to let up on Blackie. She pulls two large battery operated dildos from her side table, Cats then sits on Blackie’s face, again lining her pussy over Blackie’s mouth. Cats then brings Blackie’s legs up so the soles of her bare feet are facing the ceiling and inserts one dildo in Blackie’s cunt and the other in her anus. She turns them out. It’s so cool to watch. The dildo in Blackie’s cunt not only has a rotating head, but a small attachment that massages her clit at the same time. The one in her asshole is a regular vibrating one. Blackie starts moaning right away, but Cats pinches her nipples and orders her to stop that. She strongly reminds her that now is not the time for her mouth to moan, it’s time for her mouth to lick and suck. Blackie complies and soon Cats is cooing. It appears Blackie knows how to use her tongue too. Hey, she’s had a lot of practice on people like Wonder Tits and Vixen. In fact, Blackie surprises both Cats and me by bringing her hand up and sticking her thumb up Cats’ asshole. I think this is the first time I ever seen Cats so surprised. Hunty, Kitty nor Bats, never took her by surprised like that. Cats recovers and starts playing with Blackie’s tits and rock hard nipples while the dildos do their thing on Blackie cunt and ass. This time it doesn’t take long for Blackie to explode. I believe it’s what has become known as machine gun orgasms. Blackie starts cuming continuously for the next several minutes and she sounds in distress. Cat’s is getting off on Blackie’s loud moans and screams and truth be told, so am I. By this time, with the great show I’m watching, my cock is back to its glory and anxious to go. Cats sees I’m hard again and pulls her dildos out. For Blackie it’s none too soon, she looks spent and done. I turn her over, shove her knees under her butt, so that her ass is pointing up and get behind her.

“No, no more,” she cries.

“You’re not close to being done, bitch.”

From watching her DVD collection, I’ve seen her get fucked doggie style before. I think I figured out where her special spot is and I go for it. I stick my cock in her very wet and highly slick pussy and start pumping away. Her moaning continues. After a few minutes I know I found her sweet spot because she utters those great words every man loves to hear in this situation. “Yes, yes, harder, harder!”

I, of course, aim to please and go a lot harder. I love this situation. Not too long ago this stupid bitch was in the college parking lot, giving me orders and trashing my truck. Now here she is with her ass pointing up and my cock buried in her cunt, having my way with her like some common cock slut. Talk about a turnaround. Of course, this is not a well used cunt of a common cock slut, it the cunt that’s had the cocks and tongues of some of the Justice Leagues finest; Green Arrow, Batman, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Black Lighting, Nightwing, Vixen and who knows who else, and here I am, Riley Parkin going down that well worn path forged by these great heroes. It would be even more intoxicating than it sounds if I didn’t think that all those guys are just silly assholes, but what the hell. If any of them passed me on the street none of these guys, especially Wonder Bitch, wouldn’t even notice me, so it feels great for me to get some of the same pussy these perfect, high and mighty assholes got. I have the great pleasure of watching and feeling Blackie orgasm before I do; I shot off in her cunt several minutes after her orgasm. I lost count of the number of times she’s climax so far.

Like a pair of tag team partners in a professional wrestling match, now it was Cats turn again. Whenever I’m done, she goes in and when she tires I go back at Blackie. The important thing is not to give Blackie a chance to cool down; keep pounding her. Cats grabs Blackie’s ankles and pulls to straight her out flat on the bed, she then climbs next to Blackie, putting her head on the opposite end of the bed and splits Blackie’s legs. With both women’s legs open, Cats fits in so the two women look like a pair of scissors pushed together. Each woman’s cunt meets and touches the others. Cats twist slightly so as to get even closer and start thrusting and rubbing her pussy against Blackie’s. Cats builds momentum, each woman’s pussy directly massaging the others, as well as, their clits. I guess that’s why they call that position a scissor. I saw Blackie do that with Wondie, but not with Vixen. I wonder why? It looks so cool. I got to get Bats and Hunty to do it.

Anyway, the position is having the desired effect on Blackie, she’s going crazy. I can’t even describe the sounds she’s making. By this time, Blackie is out of it, she’s just lying there lost in those multiple orgasms and feelings, allowing us to do whatever we want to her. She’s almost in a stupor. I don’t think she can even think anymore, just scream and moan. I like it. After Cats achieves her orgasm from the scissor with Blackie, I go in again. Time for the butt fuck. I know it’s not going to be anything new for her, all her male lovers have done it to her and she even stuck her tongue in Wondie’s ass, much to her delight. I put her in the same position I had her in earlier when I fucked her doggie style. No resistance at all on her part, like I said, she’s out of it. She like a doll I can maneuver into any position I want. With her ass pointing up I lube my cock and her hole with that special lotion that’s suppose to increase female satisfaction and I slowly insert. As I start pumping, I play with her clit. By this time her clit is as inflated as one of those balloons in a Thanksgiving Day parade. Her ass is not quite as tight as Bats, but still snug enough to engulf my cock with a warm tightness. She again starts making those noises. It‘s different; she has two more orgasms before I shoot up in her ass. At her last orgasm she finally passes out. I finish pumping until I shoot off, but by this time she’s out cold.

Cats pulls her off the bed and puts her on the floor so she can stand over her and look down on her; one of those heroines who made her life miserable, but now is a helpless, defeated, fucktoy by her feet. It makes her feel powerful. I must admit, after what this bitch did to my truck I feel the same way. I’ve had my cock in every one of her holes and now she’s lying there covered in cum and looking so helpless, it’s a glorious feeling. Not feeling so confident and in control now, are you bitch?

Blackie sits naked in Cats’ dry sauna. She looks so lovely there with her pussy newly shaved and her hair wet. Actually, she looks like she’s fuming. I walk in, equally naked after my shower, and sit opposite her. I bend over, take her feet, rest them on my lap and start massaging them (yeah, I have a foot fetish, so what?). She looks at me, she’s pissed.

“What did you give me?”

“Poison Ivy’s pheromones.”

“Poison Ivy? You know her?”

“We’ve met and done business,” I smile. “It seems that since meeting you, my circle of acquaintances has expanded.”

“And you made me do it with that bitch, Selena Kyle. You bastard! It wasn’t enough to make me your whore, but you had to degrade me by making me do it with one of my worst enemy. You really got me back, are you happy?”

“Overjoyed. You are aware this was all payback, right?”

“Bastard!”

“You said that already. I’m beginning to think originality is not your strong suit?” I keep massaging her feet. She has sexy feet; I approve. She’s goes silent for a moment. Maybe she’s still trying to psych me out.

Finally, “So what happens now?” she asks.

“What do you mean?”

“Your truck is fixed and then some, you got me back and you obviously don’t lack for championship to keep your bed warm at night, so is it over, you’re done with me?”

“You’re joking right?”

“You intend on adding me to your stable, like the other two? What’s next? Putting me out on the street, selling me to Joker or Penguin, maybe Ivy or Harley pay me a visit for some fun and games, is that it?”

“All excellent suggestions, but is giving me all those ideas what you want to be doing right now?” She doesn’t respond. She finally decides that keeping her big mouth shut is the best way to go. “Here’s the deal Blackie, you’re right, my dance card in bed is pretty full now, but you are a nice piece of ass and you can never have too much prime heroine pussy, so while I have no intention of making you a regular thing, every now and then, a change of pace is a good thing. It keeps life interesting.”

She stares at me for a moment with a confused look in her face. “What does that mean, exactly?”

“It means I’ll be dropping by every two weeks or so for some fun. On the average twice a month, so do keep your pussy shaved for me. I hate pulling hair out of my teeth and no, you will not be turning tricks, nor doing the Joker or anyone else, since I don’t like to share.”

“I noticed Selena’s pussy is shaved too, that’s how you put your mark on your conquests, isn’t it? Batgirl and Huntress are also shaved?”

I smile as I use my palms to do deep muscle massage on her soles. She wines, but in a good way. She’s getting off on my foot massage, but she’s trying not to show it; so typical of a newly conquered heroine. “I knew a guy once who had every new girlfriend get a tat on her shoulder of some obscure Japanese religious symbol. I think that’s what you mean by marking his conquests. Me, it’s not that complicated, I just don’t like to pull hair from my teeth.”

“What about Catwoman?”

“I’m sure she will also be enjoying the pleasure of your company now and then, as well. I think she likes you.”

“You can’t be serious, she’ll humiliate me. Do you also force Barbara and Helene to be her sluts too?”

“No, I haven’t forced them to do anything with Cats,” I said. I’m not lying; I never forced Hunty to come here, she does it because she likes it. “And while on the subject, Cats doesn’t know their real identities, so don’t call them that again while you’re here. She might hear you.”

“So why am I so lucky?”

“Because this is payback and, like I said, I think Cats likes you. But enough small talk about you, let’s talk about something really important: me. Some strange things have been happening to me lately. First, I get invited to the Wayne Foundation annual scholarship luncheon two years before I was supposed to be. While I’m there Bruce Wayne himself starts questioning me about Lex Luthor and some project he won a bid on. Then that same day, you show up, trash my truck and tell me to stay away from Batgirl and Huntress. What the hell is all this about? What does Bruce Wayne suspect me of? How did you know about Batgirl, Huntress and me?”

“You really expect me to betray Batman? I’m not telling you shit.”

I smile at Blackie. “In case you haven’t thought this through, if I go down, you go down, so maybe you should start thinking about what’s in your best interest. Besides, it’s not like I’m asking you to tell me Batman’s secret identity or where the Batcave is or anything like that. I just want to know about me.”

She sits there thinking about it, while I notice something strange; she’s getting wet, really wet. It looks like she’s getting turned on. This is weird, I could flatter myself and think she’s getting hot because of me being here naked with her, but I know she’s fucked men who have bodies that look a thousand times sexier than mine. Yet, I can see her bare pussy slowly getting soaked, very soaked. Her skin is getting flushed, but that could just be the dry heat in here, the expression on her face on the other hand is unmistakable. She’s fighting it, but it shows, she’s horny again and what’s really weird, according to what Ivy told me, the pheromones should have worn off by now, so she’s getting hot on her own. What’s doing it? Then it hit me, the foot massage, she’s getting turn on by having her feet rubbed by me. Wow, a woman with sexy feet that’s gets turned on by having them massaged, and me with my foot fetish, I think this is love, I’ve found my soul mate. Just that minute Cats walks in. She’s naked too; three naked people taking a dry sauna after an afternoon of hard fucking. It’s a scene right out of Norman Rockwell. Naturally, the first thing she notices how wet Blackie is. She sits next to Blackie, real close. She put her hand on Blackie’s newly shaved pussy and sticks her middle finger in. Cats smiles. “She wants to go again,” she comments. Cats then begins nuzzling Blackie’s neck while using her finger to jerking her off. Judging by the look on her face, it’s having an effect on Blackie.

“Let’s hold off for a few minutes, Cats. The lady and I are discussing something important. So Blackie where were we? Oh yeah, you were about to tell how you found out about Bats, Hunty and me and what Bruce Wayne was talking about at the luncheon?” I continued to massage her feet while I asked.

Blackie tries to fight it but she knows I’m right; if I go down, she does down. Besides, the foot massages and Cat’s finger in her wet cunt is having its effect. “It’s because you’re a techno wizard!” she blurts out.”

“What?”

“You know what a techno wizard is, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I’m familiar with the expression. So what?”

Blackie closes her eyes. “Dam,” she says. “The guy who runs La Chiron told Bruce Wayne that whoever overcame his security system in the Reston Building must have been a techno wizard.”

“I still don’t get it, so what?”

“Bruce Wayne told Batman. It registered with him. You were not as subtle as you thought you were. Batman keeps track of crime in Gotham City and he noticed that Selina was getting better. Her scores were better planned, she had better inside information, better timed. Someone was getting her some first rate intel and some better equipment, someone like a techno wizard. What was really perplexing was that around the same time, Batman noticed that Batgirl and Huntress had also changed the way they operate. They were getting better intel and equipment as well. Batman doesn’t believe in coincident. Someone with high level of technical skill was playing both sides. He decided to find out who.”

“So he had you put Batgirl and Huntress under surveillance and that’s how you stumbled on to me.”

“That’s right.”

“All on account of a silly expression,” I say shaking my head. “Still, it’s good news. He has nothing; not a shred of evidence that even ties us to any crime. It’s all theory and suppositions, nothing that a DA would even consider going to court on. In fact, I was right the first time. The reason he invited me to the luncheon was just to rattle my cage to see if he can get a rise out of me. He’s wasting his time, there’s no chance he will ever get us for it. It’s over.”

Blackie looks at me with a serious expression on her face. “Don’t get too happy, you’re missing the point; he now knows about you, he knows you exist. The whole point of the luncheon wasn’t to rattle your cage, as you put it, it was to check you out, get the measure of you. He’s now on the lookout for you, watching you. He is not only smarter than you; he has a persistence that you will never understand. Sooner or later you will screw up and when you do he’ll be there. He’ll come out of the shadows and nail you and for all you brains you will never see it coming.”

“Like I said, you better hope you’re wrong. If I go down……..”

“Yeah, I know, I go down too. Let me explain something. Batman knew he wasn’t going to get you for the Gem Hadar bid after the luncheon that day. He told me so, that’s what pissed me off and made me go threaten you at the college. I felt he was abandoning Batgirl and Huntress to you and I wanted to see if I could help them myself by scaring you off and you’re right, Batman didn’t know I was going to do that. So yeah, I know I’ll eventually go down, I’m living on borrowed time, we both are. When he gets you, you’ll give me up and my career will be over; I’ll become a pariah to both the Justice League and to Batman’s crew. So, I guess we should both make the most of the good times while they last.”

She grabs Cats by the shoulders and pulled her face close to hers and they kissed passionately. It last for several minutes. When she finally breaks it off, Cats sits there looking shocked. Blackie then pulls her feet from my hands, gets up, walks over to where I’m sitting and straddles my lap facing me. She then puts her hands behind my neck pulls my face to hers and kisses me hard. It’s amazing, I’ve kissed Bats, Hunty and Cats before, but never like this; our tongues duel in each other’s mouth as her hands passionately massage my shoulders, neck and the back of my head. I have no idea how long it lasted, I had no conception of time, but I know it went on for a long while. If I didn’t know any better, I’d have sworn it was love. When she broke it off, much to no one’s surprise I was breathless. She then adjusts herself on my lap as she impales her wet cunt on my cock. She adjusts herself further putting my tip of my cock on her sweet spot, putting her knees on the bench to either side of me. She looks in my eyes and with an evil smile says, “Ride um horsie.” She then starts pumping away with a total abandonment. The look on Cats face is total shock; she clearly doesn’t know what to make of the whole thing. It lasts a long, long time; she finally cums about a second before I do. Throughout the whole fuck, every few second she would repeat, “Love it, love it.”

When we’re done, she gets off my lap as my deflating cock slips out of her pussy. She bends over, gives me a sweet gentle kiss on the lips and walks over to Cats, who’s been sitting there silently watching the whole thing.

“You’re up bitch.” Blackie points at me. “He didn’t disappoint me; let’s hope I can say the same about you.”

Blackie puts Cats on her back and spreads her legs wide. Blackie then gets on top of Cats in a missionary position and they begin grinding their pussies and clits together. Cats is amazed. It also lasts a good long time and Cats cums first, major league orgasm; Blackie cums about a minute later. We all go quietly back to the showers, where Blackie shrubs me and Cats all over with a soaped up wash cloth. After she washes herself, we towel ourselves off. Afterward Blackie kneels down and plants a light kiss on the tip of my cock.

After we all dress I drive Blackie back to the flower shop. This time I leave the air conditioner off and just roll down the windows. I don’t want her getting horny again, I’m all fucked out. Before getting out of the truck, she leans over and again kisses me in the mouth very passionately.

“I’ll see you again,” she smiles. “Don’t disappoint me.” She gets out and goes in the shop and I drive off.

Ok, I’ll admit it, I don’t understand her. One minute I’m a bastard and it’s humiliating to do it with Cats and the next she becomes our dream lover. Why the switch? What’s she playing at; reverse psychology, is she setting us up? What the fuck is she doing? I better figure it out before something bad happens.

The Next Day:

I spoke to Bats earlier today. I told her everything except what I had on Blackie. I just told her about Blackie trashing my truck, about the surveillance and that I found something in her underground headquarters and left it at that. She was pissed at being put under surveillance and that no one bothered to ask her what was going on. Now I’m in Hunty’s apartment. Her I owe a little more explanation, since she was inadvertently part of it. For the record, the video of her and Blackie was the only one I didn’t put in my dead man switch. She I intend to protect from all this. Hey, you got to protect the women you’re fucking; it’s one of Riley’s rules.

I tell her to have a seat, put her DVD in her player and sit back and watch. She only watches the first few minutes before she turns it off in horror.

“Where did you get this?” she asked.

“From Blackie’s homemade porn stash. It was one of twelve I found in her underground headquarters.”

“One of twelve?”

“Blackie has an interesting fetish, she likes to video herself when she’s fucking.”

“You mean there are eleven others?”

“Not exactly, some are repeat performances, but yeah, there are others.”

“Who?”

“You don’t need to know that. I’ll just tell you Barbara is not one of them, and while I already told her all the rest, I didn’t tell her about the tape we just saw.” I then explain the events from the day in the parking lot with my truck, to finding out about the surveillance cameras and using the broadband lines to trace her. When I’m done, Hunty thinks for a moment. I see her get angry. I know what she’s getting angry at, Bats was the same when I told her. Bats was pissed at being put under surveillance, Hunty too, but she has an additional reason; the tape. She feels betrayed.

“That bitch!” she says. “I can’t believe she did that to me.” She looks at me. “You’re using the tapes to blackmail her.”

“I’m not using your tape. I deleted yours from her computer and destroyed her copy, but yeah, I am.”

“Good, humiliate that bitch good. She’s always been such a brown noser; always kissing up and thinking she’s better than Barbara and me.”

I didn’t ask who Blackie was kissing up to, Hunty wouldn’t have told me and besides I already know. I didn’t tell her Blackie had fucked Bruce Wayne or should I say Batman. I guess she really is a brown noser, but kissing up is not exactly the right verb.

The alarm goes off at six; Bats has to get to work. We shower together. I put on gym shorts and cook breakfast while Bats dresses. We eat and off she goes. Summer is coming to an end; classes begin in another week. Today is registration day, and I also have to buy my books for the coming semester, but that doesn’t start until nine. It’s still early, so I lounge in bed reading the news sites on my laptop and drinking my coffee.

I don’t hear him come in. One minute I’m reading about the latest from the NFL training camps and the next I look up and he’s standing by the bedroom door, watching me. He didn’t come in from the apartment door or I’m sure I would have heard him. He had to come in through Bat’s secret entrance; makes sense, since probably designed this place. The great Batman walks into my bedroom. For some reason I always expected him to be taller. I’d ask him for an autograph if it wasn’t that I think he’s unbalanced and a little psychotic. He continues just standing there staring at me. I decide this is another stare down and I’m not going to play. I go back to reading my electronic newspaper and drinking my coffee, waiting for him to start talking.

“Contrary to what they may think, I don’t have a problem with this relationship you have with both Barbara and Helene,” he begins.

“Wow, that’s load off my mind,” I comment without looking up from what I’m reading.

“It seems to be beneficial for all the parties involved,” he keeps going, as if I hadn’t said anything. “You’ve made them much better at fighting crime and besides, I always felt they were both needed some outlet for the stresses of their lives.”

“That’s me, the great outlet.”

“But this thing with Catwoman, that’s another story. You’re helping her pull off jobs that she was never able to before. You’ve given a higher level of technical expertise that she’s never had before and I can’t have that, it’s got to stop. You’re breaking the law.”

I’m getting the feeling that I’m irrelevant to this conversation; it’s like I’m not even here. “You’ve had a taste of both sides of the equation,” Batman goes on. “You had a taste of what it’s like to be a hero when you rescued Batgirl those two times and you’ve had a taste of being a criminal when working with Catwoman and you’ve been very successful with both.”

“Ah… thank you, I think.”

“This is troubling because you can go either way. You have a very bright future as an engineer, but you might decide to throw all that away because you’re under the impression that crime is easier or more exciting.”

A quiet fills the room. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you talking to me? For a minute there I was under the impression you were having a conversation with yourself. Anyway, if we may get to the point, I think this all leads to the bigger question of what are you going to do about it?”

He doesn’t answer; he just gives me with a look that could make the dead flinch. I take that as my queue to keep going.

“Know what I think? I don’t think you have any evidence that I did anything wrong, none. Theory, supposition and not much else don’t even get you into court. There’s something else you might want to think about. Now, I don’t know anything about this business with La Chiron and Lex-Corp and this middle east deal they were both biding on, I’m just guessing here, but if I had to assume someone like Selena broke into the Reston Building to get a look of La Chiron’s bid and she bought a hacker with her to help, it’s possible that this hacker who supposedly hacked in to their data base might have seen other things on that data base that Paul Drachs, the CEO of La Chiron, might not want getting out. Like, for instance, an earlier copy of Luthor’s bid. See that would mean Mr. Drachs spied on Luthor first; he would have committed industrial espionage. Now if this hacker was smart enough to download this evidence he found of this crime and if this evidence were to find its way to the SEC and the US Attorney’s office, then this Mr. Drachs would be in a world of hurt; prison time and a massive fine. Of course, that’s nothing compared to what would happen if this evidence also found its way to Lex Luthor. Now that would a lawsuit for the ages and he wouldn’t just sue La Chiron, but also their American partners, Wayne Industries. Pretty soon, the US Attorney would be obliged to investigate Wayne Industries as well. After all, how could Bruce Wayne not have known what Drachs was doing? Bruce Wayne is sharp business man, Drachs would never have been able to pull this off without his help, or so Luthor’s lawyers would argue. Luthor would see to it that it all remained on the front page for weeks if not months. Wayne Industries and Bruce Wayne’s reputations would take a hell of a beating. So, I don’t think you have any evidence. I don’t think Mr. Dachs is going to be pressing the matter. I think it’s all a done deal for everyone involved. I think it’s over.”

“Got it all figured out, don’t you. You think you’re pretty smart.”

“In the immortal words of Ray Milland, in Hitchcock’s Dial M For Murder, ‘Not really, I just had time to think it through.’”

“And that’s it? You think I’m just going to drop it and forget all about it?”

“I don’t think you have a choice. You know what the problem here is; superheroes are not really set up to fight white collar and cyber crimes. You are all men and women of action; you like to do car chases, swing around buildings, have fist fights and use your high tech gadgets. You’re set up to fight violent street crimes, alien invasions and evil masterminds who want to conquer the world, that sort of thing; cyber crimes require an all together different group of skills you guys just don’t have. Unless you’re playing a video game online, there are no fist fights or car chases in cyber space and your utility belt isn’t worth anything to you in trying to catch someone like me. So, why don’t you stick to what you do best and leave guys like me to the professionals who actually know what they’re doing.”

Again he just stood there with his bone chilling stare. I’m beginning to think having a conversation with this guy is a long drawn out affair; maybe next time I should bring a book to read. Finally, “You may be right; it’s a new world out there and I might not be equip to deal with someone like you, but it’s funny, as I’m standing here listening to you just now you gave me an idea.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

For the first time he cracks a smile, a sly smile, the kind that says I know something you don’t. “I noticed how much you remind me of someone.”

Another long pause, what is it with this guy? He seems to have taken the dramatic pause to new heights. “You going to tell who or am I suppose to guess,” I ask.

“Don’t worry about it, you’ll meet him soon enough. In fact, I think I’ll arrange for it. In the mean time, like I said, don’t worry about it. You have a busy day today, you have to go register for classes and pick up your books, and I don’t think Mr. Wayne would like it if you’re late for that, so I’ll leave you to dress and get going.” He then leves, the same way he came, by Bats’ secret exit. Well, at least he didn’t jump out of the window and repel down the side of the building.

So, what the hell was he talking about? Who is he going to arrange I meet? Maybe he was just saying that to save face. He knows I’m right and there’s nothing he can do about it, so he didn’t want to leave here with me having the upper hand. I’m not going to worry about; the guy is over rated anyway. I start to get dressed.

Later That Day:

The limo pulls up to the curve in front of the Reston Building. When he wants to create a certain impression, Bruce Wayne will sit back and let his driver open the door for him, but not today, he has business. He simply tells his driver to pick him up in an hour and gets out. He stands looking up at the Reston Building, one of Gotham City’s most impressive business addresses. He’s doing well, thinks Bruce Wayne. He enterers the building, gets on the elevator and presses the button for the thirty-fourth floor.

Parkin was right; Batman doesn’t have the type of skills to tackle someone like him. Usually, he’d never get involve with the type of crimes Riley is into. He had never considered them a priority when compared to the violent crimes he usually deals with. But now he had no choice, so he has to get help from someone who has the same level of computer expertise, the same cunning, the same genius as Parkin. He can think of only one man in Gotham City who qualifies.

Wayne gets off the elevator and walks down the hall. He had come here once before for his help. He stands in front of the office door and stares at the plaque with the bold lettering. The plaque reads: Edward Nigma – Private Investigations and Corporate Security. Wayne goes in.

I get back to Bats’ apartment around three, carrying all my books and school supplies for the next semester. I am pleasantly surprised. I wasn’t sure what to expect; would Bruce Wayne cancel my scholarship? Would I get there and find out that I have to pay for all my classes and books? Nope, turns out my scholarship is still good, I paid for nothing. I don’t know, maybe it’s one of these bait and switch type of things. Maybe I’ll get a call any minute telling me that there’s been a mistake and I have to go back and give them a check or my classes are canceled. Well, no point in worrying about what you can’t control. I put the books and supplies on the living room table and start going through them, getting organized for class next week. I’m going to go through the first chapter of each of the text books. According to my calculations, I can graduate in three more semesters if I carry a full load each time. That’s five classes per semester. The problem is I’m at the point where all I have left to take are my advance classes, not an easy one in the bunch. I’m going to be a busy boy, but I’m confident I’ll do it.

I’m still at it when Bats gets home around six.

“Hey,” I say. “Want something to eat?”

“No, I picked up something earlier,” she answers. “I got to go out. Huntress and I are taking down a major mob operation tonight.”

“Oh yeah, got a tip?”

“Yeah, those FBI stake out reports you downloaded for us last week, along with a couple of snitches and we’re set to go. It should be good night.”

“Well, as they say on the TV, be careful.”

She changes in to her Batgirl gear and goes out by the secret exit to her cycle. I go back to what I was doing.

My cell phone buzzes about two and half hours later.

“This is Batgirl; I need you to pick me up, Huntress too.”

“Pick you up?”

“Yes.”

She’s referring to herself and Hunty as Batgirl and Huntress, which means she’s out in public and could be overheard. The usual questions of what happened or what’s wrong with your cycles will have to wait for later. “Hold the phone,” I tell her. I go to her secret closet and activate the GPS. She and Hunty are in an alley off the corner of Trenton and LaVita; not the nicest part of town. Great, now I’m running a limo service for heroines. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

I get there in eighteen minutes. I pass a side street with a lot of police cars flashing their lights; a definite crime scene. Thankfully my destination is still two blocks away. I turn the corner on LaVita on to Trenton. I see the alley. I stop in front and wait. They come out, but not just Bats and Hunty, Cats is with them too. This is getting interesting. Bats and Hunty both look pissed, Cats looks cheerful, she waives at me. I unlock the passenger side door, Bats gets in first, and then Hunty, Cats last.

“Will you two stop being bitches,” Cats says. “You make it sound like I did it on purpose.”

“Why is she coming along?” Hunty asks no one in particular.

“Hey, I can get a ride from Riley too,” Cats answers.

“Why?” asks Bats. “It was our cycles that got trashed, thanks to you, you brainless cunt. What do you need a ride for?”

“You think I’d drive my Ferrari to this neighborhood? It’s either a ride from Riley or go from building to building. This is easier.”

“Ladies, ladies, can’t we just get along?” I say. “I take it wasn’t a good night?”

“No, it wasn’t, thanks to this stupid bitch,” Hunty answers.

“Hey, how the fuck did I know you two bimbos were going to pick tonight to raid the place.”

“What place?” I ask.

Cats smiles. “The warehouse was a major mob fencing operation.”

“Huntress and I were there to take it down,” Bats explains. “She was there to rob it.”

“Hey, recovering stolen jewelry for the insurance companies is not a crime,” Cats cut in.

“Yeah and if the insurance companies don’t pay enough I’m sure you would have fenced them yourself,” Hunty tells her.

“I don’t know what you two are so bitchy about, you help the cops recover hundreds of thousands of dollars of stolen merchandise and they made several arrests. Isn’t that a good night?”

“Except Tobias Whales and his top people got away, thanks to you; the people arrested were just minor thugs. We were there to nail the big fish. Now he’ll just set up in another location.”

Big fish, Tobias Whales, I don’t think Bats intended a pun; it just came out that way. “Well how did your cycles get wrecked?”

“Whales got away in his bullet proof armored limo. On the way out he spots our cycles and runs over them,” Hunty explains. “And worse part is we had to call Batman to have the cycles picked up by his secret tow service. We’ll never hear the end of this.”

“Yeah,” says Bats. “I can hear the lectures now.”

“So you two just give Batman a double blowjob, I’m sure he’ll forgive you,” Cats teases.

“Ah, shut up,” Hunty tells her. “It’s getting stuffy in here, roll down the window.”

“Never mind,” I tell her. “With the Kevlar you’re both wearing, it won’t help. I’ll turn the AC on at full; that should cool everyone off.”

I can just tell this is going to be fun ride. Three pissed off bitches ready to go at each other, arguing the whole way; the estrogen is going to get thick in here. It’s going to be a long ride. I wonder if Batman and Penguin ever argue like this.

I go the long way around to avoid the police cars parked everywhere around the warehouse. I figure I’ll drop off Cats first; it should take about twenty minutes to get to her place. Then I’ll drop off Hunty and then it’s back to Bats place.

No sooner do we move that they start bitching again. For the next ten minutes they all go at it; bitch this, cunt that, bimbo you, kiss my ass, fuck you, on and on. They’re like a bunch of high school teenagers arguing about boyfriends, who looks better and shit like this. I’m ready to say, ‘don’t make stop this car.’ Then after about twelve minutes it stops. The three go silent and just ride quietly. The peace is blissful. When I’m about four minutes from Cats’ place, I glance their way and I see something strange; even with the AC on all the way, all three are sweating, their skins are flush and their breathing is fast. Even more strange is all three are fidgeting in their seats, constantly adjusting how they are seated and their uniforms. I adjust the rearview mirror to get a better look at their faces and I see them constantly stealing glancing at each other and at me. They keep licking their lips. If I didn’t know better I’d swear they’re all horny but I don’t see how that’s possible……..Then I remember. Ah shit! Ivy’s pheromones are still hooked up to the air conditioner and it’s been blowing in their faces for the last fifteen minutes. Ah crap, I forgot all about that; forgot to remove it. Great, I have three very horny women in here with me. Normally, this would be a great thing, but not at this moment. There’s no telling what they’ll do. I go to shut the AC off but Bats stops me, she says it feels good. Hunty agrees. It takes me another five very nerves minutes for me to pull into the back parking lot of Cats’ place. I stop the truck, waiting for Cats to get out, or to see what will happens. Cats hesitates, then looks at the rest of us and smiles.

“Want to come in for some coffee? I can also make latte or cappuccino.”

“Yeah, that sounds good,” Hunty says.

They’re now looking at Bats, who sits there silently for what seems like forever. “Sure, why not.”

Now they’re all looking at me and I’m thinking oh, oh. “Ok,” I say as I turn off the ignition.

Seven minutes later:

Between the three of them, the only clothes left on, are the masks Bats and Hunty are wearing, absolutely nothing else. They are on the carpet in Cats bedroom, on their sides, forming a chain. Bats is playfully licking Cats cunt and clit very enthusiastically, while sticking her thumb in Cats’ ass. Cats is doing the same to Hunty, while Hunty is doing the exact same to Bats. Hunty’s thumb up Bats’s asshole is especially important to Bats, since of the three, she enjoy ass fucking the most. I stand there silently watching the whole thing while my cock gets heavy. This lasts for about five minutes, Bats is the first to orgasm, Cats, much to her disappointment, is second and Hunty takes the longest, Cumming in third. After a few minutes to catch their breaths, they turn over and start again in the opposite direction; Cats does Bats, Bats does Hunty and Hunty does Cats. This time it takes longer for the three to orgasm, but they do it in the exact same order. They stand up and do a group hug. While Cats is passionately kissing Hunty, Bats is sucking on the one nipple of Cats closes to her. When Cats breaks her kiss with Hunty and kisses Bats hard, Hunty begins to lick and suck Cats other nipple, all the while Cats’ hands are squeezing and massaging both of Bats and Hunty’s asses and fingering between their legs. Finally, when Hunty and Bats do their French kiss, Cats pulls one of each of Hunty’s and Bats’ nipples together until they are touching and begins licking and sucking both at the same time.

After they get around to cumming again, they look at me. I’m standing there with my cock as hard as stainless steel and ready to erupt like a volcano. They smile, but it’s not a pleasant smile, it’s an evil smile, the kind a hungry predator would give a helpless cornered prey. They approach me, Cats in the middle, with Bats and Hunty to either side of her. I hear Bats say, “I need that hard cock up my ass.” Cats says, “Meow.” Hunty’s just keeps quiet; I think she’s the one I fear the most. I’m thinking, oh, oh……Boy; my vocabulary has really abandoned me tonight. They get to me and gather around. Their smiles grow wider, and then…………..But that’s another story.

THE END