Chapter 17 - The Professionals

So the thing about Arkham City is that it wasn't all Mayor Sharp and Hugo Strange's machinations. There were plenty of high-ranking government officials involved and a lot of rich people who didn't want their shady dealings unveiled. Thus Floyd Lawton was placed inside the prison.

Floyd Lawton goes by the alias Deadshot. One of the top assassins in the world, he was a perfect pic to work as a cleaner inside the prison walls. Hugo Strange had a group of political prisoners inside, those who knew about some of his dirty little secrets coming from the architects who designed the walls and gun turrets, to those like Jack Ryder who had been snooping a little too close.

Her mission, as she had been told by Batman, was to sit on Ryder and keep him out of the line of fire. Deadshot would eventually lose his patience and go in close for the kill. The only problem was that Jack Ryder was an annoying little prick.

"You can't hold me here," Ryder complained, leaning against a support beam with his arms folded, "despite what you people think, you're not cops and what you are doing here is illegal."

"Holy crap, would you shut up?" Batgirl cried out, leaning against a pillar across from him, "what part of international assassin who never misses didn't you get?"

"The part where you have no proof that he really exists or that he's coming after me?" Jack responded.

"Some reporter you are, you've never heard of Deadshot…"

"Oh I've heard of him, I've covered every hit he's made in Gotham since he went professional," he explained, "but am I supposed to believe an elite assassin would willingly let himself get captured? And what exactly are you going to do? Fuck him to death?"

Of course, Batgirl's new stripper-ific outfit didn't inspire a lot of confidence in her charge.

"I'm leaving, and if you want to stop me, you're going to do it physically," Ryder said walking towards the door.

"Physically you say?" Batgirl asked, seeing an opportunity to make Jack Ryder sit his ass down for a moment.

Jack turned around and saw the girl removing her top. Behind his broken glasses, his eyes went wide with surprise as they examined the girl's perky tits. Ryder had seen some action inside the prison, his suit was wrecked, he was wearing a blue hoodie that Barbara didn't want to know where he'd gotten it from. Hopefully Jack hadn't needed to kill anyone.

With a playful smile, Barbara slid her panties down over her boots and off to throw across the room. She grabbed Jack by the back of the neck and pressed her lips to his. She shoved her tongue into his mouth and felt him frenching her back. Barbara grabbed his cock through the front of his pants and squeezed, he was already hard.

Batgirl felt Jack push her against a pillar, as he worked down his pants. Instinctually Barbara threw her legs up and around his waist, the tip of the reporter's cock pressing inside of her and sliding deeper and deeper until he was completely inside her. Barbara let out a deep breath laced with a moan as she felt the cock snugly inside of her.

Ryder was stronger than he looked, it was possible he was doing alright inside Arkham City, dead-eye hitmen excluded. He pushed hard and deep inside the girl as she closed her eyes and nodded her head up and down.

Jack Ryder's cock thrust in and out of her, the woman's cunt firmly squeezing it inside of her as she grew incredibly wet. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, while he kissed hers. The fabric of his sweater rubbed against her nipples, sending a tickling sensation through her body that she was thoroughly enjoying.

"Oh come on," Batgirl moaned, "fuck me… fuck me harder."

Jack Ryder gave her a hard thrust, followed by another. His hands grabbed her buttocks firmly with his fingertips digging into her skin. Her legs kicked lightly with every thrust as the head of Jack's cock drove further and further into her, slamming into her with all of the reporter's deceptively impressive strength.

"Mm, mm, oh, oh!" Batgirl grunted, feeling herself being penetrated, but really getting off on the naughtiness that she was on the job. Deadshot could come in at any moment, and she was currently getting fucked by his meal-ticket. The danger excited her and she craved it to continue as she pulled on Ryder's shirt.

The redheaded superheroine let her legs drop as she felt the need to change postions. She turned around and hugged the pillar as Ryder placed his right hand on the back of her neck and the left guiding his hard cock back into her tight, young pussy.

Batgirl smiled back at him as she started to fuck her, his pants around his ankles as he pounded the young adult's wet cunt. His grip on both of her shoulders granting him extra leverage as the sound of his hips smacking against her ass filled the small apartment.

Barbara groped her tits with one hand as she held onto the pillar with the other, eventually switching to rubbing her clit as nearby the man's cock thrust in and out of her at incredible speeds. Barbara's screams echoed in the vacant room as she was rammed at full tilt, her ass shaking rhythmically from the impact of skin against skin.

"So this is why the Batman took you in, huh?" Ryder asked, "you're a little slut who knows when to lose the panties and bend over? Does he get you to fuck all the villains while he's off saving the day and everything?"

Batgirl giggled, "no I just do that for the fun of it."

Ryder grabbed her hair and pulled, then like he was starting a lawnmower it triggered a reaction in Barbara that made her climax right that second as her legs started to shake. Ryder felt it and the climax sent him over the edge as well as he fired his load deep inside Batgirl's tight pussy.

"This is some personal security I can get on board with," Jack Ryder stated as he hiked his pants back up.

"Yeah well_" Barbara stopped as she heard a squeak from a loose board in the staircase, "GET DOWN!"

Jack Ryder hit the dirt just in time to dodge a barrage of bullets coming through the wall. Deadshot kicked open the door and raised his hands to aim his wrist-mounted cannons. Luckily Batgirl was pretty quick on the draw too, two batarangs flying through the air before even the notorious gunman could react. Before he could shoot, his guns were disabled.

Batgirl sprinted across the room, ready to end the confrontation, when she saw the small derringer come out of Deadshot's sleeve. She put on the brakes as the barrel pressed against her forehead, but Floyd Lawton felt something too.

Batgirl's hand on his cock.

"I guess you've got me dead to rights as they like to say," Batgirl commented, "do you mind if I give it a shot changing your mind?"

"What so you can hit me with some fancy gadget and knock me out?" Deadshot remarked, calling her bullshit.

Barbara looked down at herself, completely naked except for her mask and boots, "do you see any toys?"

"Well um," Deadshot thought seriously about the offer, "whatever floats your boat I guess."

"Thanks, you won't regret it," Batgirl said and quickly fell to her knees and worked down the gunman's pants. His cock was hard as a rock already and the sick, perverted side of Batgirl was licking her lips already.

As she kissed the head of the cock, she heard the door open at the front of the building and knew Jack Ryder was clear of the shooting, but that was no reason to stop yet.

Deadshot looked down at the girl as she looked up at him, her long pink tongue flicking at the tip of his unit before she opened her mouth wide and accepted his 'shooter.' His finger didn't slack on his derringer as he watched Batgirl's head begin to bob back and forth, the hand not on his gun was on the back of her head guiding her back and forth and deeper onto his prick.

"Oh yeah," groaned Deadshot, exhaling loudly, "suck that cock like a good little sidekick whore. Just like with the Bat."

Batgirl couldn't help but wonder why everyone assumed she'd fucked Batman, just because she had let a dozen or two supervillains ravage didn't automatically mean she was the Bat's little cock-slave… not through lack of trying of course.

Her hands gripped the cock and Deadshot's testicles, fondling him as she sucked and massaged his unit with her agile and practiced tongue. Her lips smacked as she moaned and tasted the salty precum off the tip before she took the cock deep into her throat and held it there.

Batgirl's eyes watered as she forced every inch of the long cock down her esophagus and looked up at the assassin. She worked hard, sucking his cock with such enthusiasm that she seemed to forget what the situation was.

Finally Deadshot could no longer hold his load and the assassin fired his load into the heroine's open mouth onto her wiggling tongue.

"Thanks a lot, Bat-gal," Deadshot said, the girl swishing his load in her mouth to savor it as he refastened his pants.

Batgirl smiled then suddenly threw her arms around the man's knees and showed off some remarkable strength as she picked him up and ran across the room to dump him through the boarded-up windows onto the street four stories down. The fall wouldn't kill him, but it would prevent him from finishing any more contracts.

As she swallowed the load, Batgirl truly believed that sucking his cock really did make them even for fucking up Deadshot's occupation and also severely injuring him… ah well.