Deidre led Terry into the area that served as the living room of her loft and sat him down on the couch. "I'm going to change into something more... Comfortable. Why don't you wait here, and I'll be right back." she said before walking off. Seconds after she turned the corner down a hallway, she reemerged in a set of pajamas emblazoned with fluffy cats.

"That's a lot more comfortable than I was expecting." Terry quipped, confused.

"Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?" Delia retorted angrily.

Terry's confusion grew. For a split second, his mind flitted back to the possibility that this had all been a huge joke at his expense. After that second, he realized what had happened. "Delia!"

"I know who I am! I asked who you are!" she shouted at him. Then realization dawned on her as well. "Wait, I know who you are. You're the Batman. What, you looking for a little revenge after our little joke?"

"He's here because I told him to come here." Deidre explained, stepping out behind her sister. "And because you were supposed to be gone."

Delia turned to face her sister. "And why would you tell him to come here?"

"We'll talk about it later."

Delia looked over at Terry, then looked back at the overtly slinky little dress her sister was currently wearing. Her eyes widened. "Whoa, hang on a second—"

"We'll talk about it later!" Deidre reiterated, pushing her sister back down the hallway. Once they were alone again, she sat down next to Terry. "Sorry about that. I was expecting her to be gone all night so we could have the place to ourselves."

"That was easily the most uncomfortable moment I've ever had with the two of you, and I'm counting all the times you've beaten me up." Terry laughed.

Deidre climbed up on top of Terry, knees straddling his hips. "I hope it didn't ruin the mood." she said with a smile.

In this position, Deidre's breasts were right at Terry's eye level and mere inches away. "I think it's safe to say that the mood is alive and well, but shouldn't we, I don't know, go in your bedroom or something? It was bad enough having her walk in here when you weren't pressed against my lap."

"Nah. She knows the drill. One of us brings a guy home, the other sneaks out the window and makes herself scarce. Which is what she was supposed to have done in the first place." Deidre made an annoyed face.

"Wait." Terry realized. "So you were planning on bringing me back here the whole time? What if I had turned you down?"

"You may be a goody-goody, but you're not an idiot." she said triumphantly. "Like you were gonna turn me down." She kissed him before he could raise any further objection to her planning, her tongue snaking into his mouth and dancing across his own. She then began to grind herself against him. She thought maybe the awkward situation might've caused his erection to deflate, but, if it had, she had gotten it going all over again, because it was thoroughly evident as she moved around in his lap. "So when are we gonna put this thing to good use?" she asked, pulling her tongue out of his mouth and thrusting herself against his cock.

"What, right here?" he inquired quietly.

"I'm not getting any wetter." she pointed out. "Well, unless you were gonna use your tongue on me."

Terry was unused to this kind of candor from his partners. Dana always voiced her desires in bed, but she was much more subtle in her wording. "Uh, if you want, I could." was all he could say in response.

"Don't worry about it, Terry. Right now, I'm craving a hell of a lot more than your tongue. I already told you, I'm eager to have you inside me. You can eat me out on our next date." She punctuated her sentence with another thrust against his groin.

"I think it's pretty clear that I'm up for that." he punned.

Deidre rose off of his lap and stood. She undid his jeans, and pulled them and his boxers off. She slid her panties down and let them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them and resumed her position on the couch, lowering herself slowly onto his cock. "Holy shit." she said in a low voice once he was all the way inside. "Holy shit." she confirmed. She slid slowly up and down the length of his cock, gripping onto the back of the couch for stability, her calves pressed tight against Terry's thighs. She shuddered every time she slid downward, smiling down at Terry as she rode him. "Tell me I'm a bad girl." she whispered to him.

"W-What?" he mumbled, taken off guard and more than a little distracted by the sensation of what she was doing.

"Tell me I'm a bad girl, Batman." she repeated. "Tell me how much a goody-goody like you loves fucking a supervillain." She moved her hands from the back of the couch to his shoulders and started to speed up.

"You're a bad girl." he told her, placing his hands on her hips, pressing her down onto his cock. "And I've been thinking about fucking you since the waitress brought us our food." he admitted.

She shrieked in pleasure at the combination of the feeling of being forced down onto him and hearing him confess. "Fuck!" she yelled. "Keep talking!" She went even faster.

"You—" he shuddered and exhaled sharply as the pleasure overtook him. "You're a bad girl. You're a criminal. And I'm going to punish you." Terry grasped at straws, trying to keep up the thread of the dirty talk, saying the first thing that came into his mind.

"Yeah?" she moaned in his ear. "Is big ol' Batman gonna spank me?" Her whole body was shaking now as she rode him.

Terry looked bewildered underneath her. He'd never done anything like that in bed. "I-I..." he stammered.

"I want you to spank me." she whispered in his ear. "I've been a bad girl, and I deserve a spankiiiiing." she yelled as she climaxed, digging her nails into Terry's shoulders. She slowed her pace down as she rode out her orgasm, finally coming to a stop and resting against him, breathing heavily. "Fuck." she panted. She'd never climaxed that quickly in her life. Being with Terry just turned her on so much, everything was way more intense.

"Wow." Terry said, his cock now even harder after having watched Deidre get off.

"You think that's something?" she whispered with a smile. "Wait 'til you see how hard I cum when you're the one doing the fucking." She rose off his lap and stood on unsteady legs. "The bedroom's this way. You still owe me a spanking." she said as she beckoned him to follow her.