Darkness Descending 1

Gotham unravelling

Strat0071964

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Darkness was descending over the world. It seemed everyone sensed it. Tension charged the air like static shock.

   Barbara Gordon, Batgirl, had been summoned to the Batcave. Damien Wayne wanted to see her. Bruce, the Batman, was missing.

   He watched her curvy hips sway as she entered the conference room. The lighting was dim, but Barbara Gordon’s body sure showed in that Batgirl costume.

   “Damien?” Barbara called. “What’s going on? Any words on Bruce?”

   “No.” Damien answered. Young Damien Wayne waited by the table. He wore a bathrobe, secured. Held himself, arms over his barrel chest, drawn up like a cocky rooster, and smirk on his face.

   Something was wrong, she felt t. The young man, how old was he? He eyed her like a piece of meat. That made Batgirl uncomfortable.

    He watched the curvy heroine in black. Her costume, skin tight, highlighting her figure and boobs. Damien’s eyes widened.

    “Where are the others?” For some reason, Barbara felt uneasy with him today. He’d always been an arrogant kid.

    “I am in charge. Don’t question me,” Tim told her with a severe sharpness in his tone. “With Father gone, I’m in charge.”

   And he was taking the new role quite seriously. “I will restore order to Gotham City.” He vowed, moved to her. “And, since Dick is comatose.” His eyes closed, sadly he shook his head. “I’ll take care of you.” H said in a low tone.

   She felt strangely touched at how the shooting of Nightwing affected him. Still no idea who was behind that.

   Richard Grayson, struck by a sniper in his civilian identity.

   “Where is Bruce?” Barbara asked.

   Damien’s eyes fell to the floor. “I don’t know.” He shook his head. “I’ve been in touch with Commissioner Tara Hat.”

   The Mad Hatter’s heir? She had perfected the old felons gimmick even better than he ever used it. Jervis Tetch. Locked away in Arkham, story had it Tara was his daughter.

    It was as if the world had gone all topsy-turvy. Now, Damien, all lusty and making her nervous.

   Barbara jerked her hand away from his, her glove still in his hand. “Where are you going with this?”

   “I’m taking care of you babe,” Damien said firmly. “You belong to me!” He drew himself up.

What? She stepped back. She wasn’t some bat toy to be handed around.

   With a swift motion, Damien grabbed her, and flipped her over onto the table. Then, he jumped on top of her, his robe flying off. The young man slapped her face a couple times, told her to behave.

   “Stop it, Damien!” Batgirl screamed. She shoved him off. Hitting the floor.

   “I am in charge of Gotham now.” Damien raged.

   Other figures moved in the shadows. “Who’s here?”

  Damien plunged into her. Grunting, Barbara coubled over. Reaching around, he ot hold off her ccostume’s zipper and yanked it down.

   She struggled to resist, but he got her outfit off save cape and cowl.

     Her chest heaved up and down to his growing pleasure. Damien peeled her uniform off. Then, clamped her wrists and ankles into place on the table. She shifted and squirmed against the restraints.

   Who else was here? “Damien, this is not you.” Barbara pleaded. “Someone’s controlling you!” Mad Hatter?

   “Bruce would not approve,” Barbara gasped as he stroked her huge, heaving, tits.

   Her body was bared before his hungry eyes. He caressed her soft skin.

   “He’s not here,” Damien said. “Both you and Gotham are under my protection now.”

    Damien kissed her breasts, licked the nipples. Tears were in Barbara’s eyes. Her body writhed under him, to his pleasure. Soon, she grunted as his rod shot into her body.

   “Ungh, ungh, unnh!” Barbara sounded. “Damien, please.”

    The young man took pleasure in using her body. Her tits rubbed against Damien’s bare-chest. “Ohh, ungh, please, Damien, please stop.”

    “Call me sir,” he growled.

    “Ungh, please, Sir.”

   His lips bore down on hers. He licked her nipples. Then buried his face between her breasts.

  “I am in control,” Damien growled.

   “Yes, sir. You are in control.” Barbara weakly sobbed.

   Damien rose. The restraints freed her. Next, he grabbed hold of her cape and jerked Barbara from the table. Tossed her into a big pet cage.

   The figures came from the darkness. Angry, Barbara eyed them. “Pam Isley.” She identified the curvy well-staacked redhead. “You of all people having Damien rape me”

   The other, wearing a sexy cat costume that hugged her body. “Catgirl.” Her curvy alternate from another world, swept here through means she didn’t even understand.

    “Because I can, Barbara dear.” Pam said.

   Damien emerged in his Robin costume. “Pam, Barbie.” He acknowledged them. “Babe, I see you’ve met my two new partners.” He bent down and stroked her chin. “we are going to rid this city of super villain criminals.”

   Clasping her cheeks, he brought her lips to his.

   “I’ve given Richard a little something,” Pam said. “He will recover.”

   “As what? Your slave?” Barbara asked.

   “Boyfriend.” Barbie took off her Catgirl outfit. She put on the Batgirl outfit. “M-mm.” She smiled. “I wear this better than you did.” She patted Barbara’s head, and took the cowl and cape.

   “To think,” Ivy looked to the young man. “Damien Wayne. Closet rapist.”

   “We all have darkness in us,” Barbie said. “We better take care of organizing the darkness in Gotham.”

   Ivy nodded her head.

   Reaching through the bars, Damien stroked Barbara’s breasts.

   Her hands clasped the bars. Barbara’s head bowed. Her Father, the former police commissioner. Travelling the world, was he safe?