Author's Notes: An establishing chapter as Batman deals with the ravishing Vicki Vale. The general idea of this story is that a Batman who's evolved without the Joker to define himself in contrast to, is a very dark and manipulative Batman. This is our first showcase of that Batman in the type of 'situation' he's going to be facing a lot of in this story. He's not your boyfriend. He's not gentle. He's not holding back. But do you know what he is?
He's Batman.
Vicki Vale was the best reporter the Gotham Gazette had. The feisty redheaded vixen was trouble. The kind of trouble you want. Why would should a talented woman choose Gotham to settle down? Simple. Vicki Vale had an obsession. The Batman.
It was raining outside. It was always raining in Gotham. When Vicki came through the door to her apartment, she was soaking. She didn't know she wasn't alone. White slits watched from the shadows as the petite redhead unbuttoned her black coat, lifted her dress up over her head and slid down her tights. After surviving the downpour outside, Vicki just wanted a shower. She stopped as a voice sounded from the shadows.
"We need to talk."
The Batman stepped out from the shadows, cloaked in the cape of darkness. Vicki stared awestruck at him, suddenly aware she was standing there in just her thin pink underwear. "Then maybe I should put my clothes back on..." She managed to breathe out.
He caught her wrist as she reached for the heap on the floor. A beat passed. "Guess not..." She muttered and he released her.
"You're working on a story." His eyes seemed to glare right into her soul.
"Well I am a reporter..." She shrugged with a smile. He didn't smile back. His expression didn't change at all.
"About me."
She swallowed nervously: "Well yes..."
He stepped towards her. Her heart was racing. "Do I come out of it well?"
She blinked. He smirked. "Um..." Was all she managed to answer.
"Doesn't matter." The smirk was gone and the usual scowl back, "you can't publish."
Vicki snapped back to life as she realised what he was saying: "Excuse me? Why can't I?"
"I work better when I'm not in the spotlight. Nobody can know I'm real. People fear what they don't know." He growled. It was a perfect quote for her article. The article she could never publish.
"So you want me to throw away the biggest story of my career for you?" She mused, her eyes looked him up and down playfully, intrigued. "What's in it for me"
"...The mask stays on."
"What?"
Then he kissed her.
Vicki melted into the kiss without protest. He was Batman. How could a woman resist. She felt his hands land on her shoulders, taking control. His thumbs brushed her collarbone, sending a tingle through her body. Then she felt him pushing her down, to her knees.
Vicki obliged, dropping down for him, and her hands immediately flew to his utility belt, wrestling it off and tossing it away. She found a zip for his flies on the costume and smirked. Who knew Batman had flies. Then her eyes widened and she had to stop herself from gasping in surprise. Who knew Batman had a cock quite so large.
His hands came down on the back of her head, and nestled into the curls of her long red hair. She opened wide. He pushed her head down on his erection, forcing it between her lips. Her tongue darted across the head, and she heard him groan slightly. It was good to know he was human after all.
His hands took a rougher grip of her hair, in complete control of the redhead now. Her head bobbed up and down rhythmically, her lips dragging up and down his shaft gently. That control he had over her though, he intended to use it. He yanked her head back and forth roughly, fucking her face hard. Vicki made a gargling noise from down below, losing her senses to the rough thrusting down her throat.
The squeaks and whimpers of helplessness as his dick smashed into the back of her throat over and over were exquisite. Vicki couldn't see, with her eyes starting to roll into the back of her head, but he was smirking again now.
She gasped as he wrenched her head off his cock finally, ending the blowjob. She didn't have time to catch her breath though as Batman grabbed her and lifted her up off the floor, tossing across the room onto her bed. She landed with a bounce and squeak of delight.
The Batman was true to his word: the mask stayed on. Everything else though was stripped off, and discarded, as he joined Vicki on the bed. She breathed out into another kiss as his lips latched onto hers. He wrestled her onto her back, and clutched her warm body to his own. Their lips worked each other's apart, and their tongues danced. She felt him unlatch her pink frilly bra and toss it aside, freeing her large heaving breasts.
His hands, free from their black gloves now, slid down the redhead's sides. She was surprised by how soft his touch was. She felt him grip her thighs and squeeze tightly, the softness now replaced by a rough edge. Her skin rubbed against the palm of his hand, soft and silky to his rough grasp. His hand slid up her inner thigh and she gasped as she realised where he was heading. His hand slipped beneath her panties without warning and she moaned as his fingers pushed inside her.
It was two fingers at first, driving deep inside of her, like her wet cunt was nothing but a hole to be buried in. Then a third finger pushed inside her and Vicki cried out, her body writhing uncontrollably. Finally, a fourth finger slid into her pussy, and she found herself lost in a high pitched wail followed by a series of whimpers.
His fingers started to curl inside her, and Vicki felt her body spasming. It was like she was trapped inside someone else from how little control she had over her motion now. He smirked, moving his fingers around inside her. His thumb pressed down on her clit, the nail digging in. Vicki's eyes watered, and she screamed. With just one hand he was giving her cunt the hottest, roughest treatment it had ever experienced. Her hips bucked wildly, and Vicki felt her body explode into orgasm.
He kept his fingers imbedded inside her until she was finished, feeling her warm snatch go through the whole process of climax. When his hand finally slid out of her little pink panties, the fingers were still soaking wet with her juices. He pressed his hand firmly down on her stomach, pinning her beneath him by her navel. "Satisfied?" He asked, the gentlest his voice had sounded yet. She nodded. "Good." He grabbed her hips roughly and spun her onto her front, then yanked her butt up into the air, his for the taking. "My turn..."
The growl was back in his voice as he pulled her underwear down in one forceful movement, revealing her smooth trembling ass. She felt the tip of his cock push against her asshole and she gulped. He grasped her ass cheeks and spread them apart roughly. She shrieked as his cock pushed into her rear entrance.
His nails dug into the soft flesh of her butt cheeks, as his cock drilled deeper and deeper into her ass. He was groaning too now, it was such a tight fit. She was screaming, tears flooding her eyes, as he nailed her ass harder and harder. It was a struggle, but eventually he was all the way inside her rear, his hot rod throbbing between the two soft cheeks. He pulled back, about halfway out, then slammed back in. The cry of pain she let out was the loudest yet.
He grabbed a fistful of her ginger hair, and wrenched her head back, until her back arched for him. She felt his rock hard erection pounding into her with all he had. She gasped as she felt something new and released it was finally happening. He was finishing. She felt his cock sliding out of her rear, all the way this time, and she felt his cum splattering across her lower back. Vicki slumped forwards, finally able to catch her breath.
Even as the redhead was still sucking oxygen into her lungs, she felt his hot breath in her ear. "That was the first time you've been fucked like that wasn't it Miss Vale?"
She felt his hands on her shoulders again, rubbing this time, sending a soothing feeling through her hot aching body. "Yes..." She answered breathily.
"Keep your story to yourself and it won't be the last time."
And then he was gone. Vicki rolled onto her back and found she was alone. And still in desperate need to a shower. She smiled. It had been the night of her life, and better than that: she had a promise of a repeat performance. Reporter by day. The Batman's fuck toy by night. What a city to live in...
The boy was barely a teenager but he was hardened. Adjusted to Gotham life. He thought he saw an easy mark in the dishevelled young man with the brown floppy hair and the thin face. He flicked a knife on him. Little did he know, he'd just sealed his fate. "Hand over the cash pretty boy," he threatened. Jack had to stop himself from laughing.
"Hey! Leave him alone!" A confident female voice interrupted. A thin blonde with pigtails stood with her hands on her hips. A loosely fitted blue half-shirt, and tight little denim shorts - Harleen Quinzel made Gotham look like the sunniest city in the world. Jack's eyes shot up and down her frail form. She looked delicious.
The kid clearly thought a witness was enough of a threat to back down, and he fled off into the streets. Jack smiled at the blonde: "thanks." "Don't mention it," she replied with a smile of her own. "Friends call me Harley," she introduced herself, "you're a friend right?" Jack grinned a toothy grin: "Of course, Harley."
"I work shift as a waitress down at a bar not far from here. Why don't I write the address down for you an' you can come visit me sometime. It's not the best bar in the city but it's cheap, and it's safe from punks like him..."
Jack smirked, watching the blonde bombshell walk away, her hips swaying just enough to drive him wild. He licked his lips. Safe from punks like that kid maybe. But it sure as hell wasn't safe from him...
Next: Jack and Harley
