Chapter one - The Contract
Barbra Gordon (Bat girl)
She stood off awkwardly to the side watching as the tall chocolate skinned boy pressed her friend against the locker, his lips dominating hers and his tongue in her mouth as they made out in the school corridor.
She had places to be, some poor sod had a million dollars bounty placed on his head this morning and bounty hunters from all over America were swarming for it. But she also didn't want to leave Kayla, girls alone weren't safe in a city like Gotham.
After a moment she looked away, trying to make it feel less awkward as Kayla let out a positively sexual moan, the bell had gone minutes ago and she was supposed to be walking home with Kayla when she was ambushed by her 'boyfriend'.
Though calling him a boyfriend would be a bit of a stretch, Dante Lawton was a notorious playboy around school, he probably had five other girlfriends and Grace would be lucky to be a side piece.
She knew more about Dante than she would have liked, Bruce had an entire profile dedicated to him in the database. Dante Lawton, sixteen and a half years of age, just a few months older than her, born and raised in Gotham, Six foot four inches tall, he was athletic and physically able.
Tall for his age everyone expected him to be a basketball player, in fact he had received several scholarships from universities because of his athletic talent, he lived alone and had done for a little over a year, though even before that he had essentially been alone since his father was rarely home.
His father, Deadshot, was the entire reason why Dante had his own profile in the first place, the talent for shooting he had inherited from his father had been turned to the basketball court, she had seen him effortlessly make a half court shot without even looking, she didn't even want to imagine the thousands of hours of training that had taken.
He was admittedly good looking, and that, paired with his athletic talent made him very popular around Gotham Academy.
After his father's arrest a year ago he had become even more focused and driven, it reminded her in a way of the drive she had seen in Bruce Wayne, it was the kind of drive that when paired with his athletic talent would see him reach the top of the athletic world, into fame and riches beyond imaging.
Personally, she was just glad he hadn't turned to contract killing like his father, he'd probably be just as dangerous if he had.
Also personally, a desire evidently not shared by her friend, she wanted to get home and not into Dante's bed.
She let out a loud, slightly obnoxious cough they split appart, Dante turned to her and waived his hand.
"I'll get to you in a minute, Barbra, just be a good girl and wait your turn." She sat next to him in several classes, making her more familiar with the bass of his stupid deep baritone voice than she wanted.
He leaned in and Kayla giggled at his words as they began to kiss again, his hands sliding down her back to cop a feel of her ass as she accepted the kiss.
Just as she was about to go over there and punch him they broke apparent and he laughed at the annoyed face she must be making.
"Well, as much as I'd love to bring you both home for the night I have places to be and things to do, cya." He gave her a little waive before leaving Grace stood staring after him, still panting against the lockers.
She gave another loud cough to break the pitiful girl out of her love struck daise, already knowing it would be a waste of time to try and explain that he didn't feel the same way about her she just left, Kayla following after her.
Dante Lawton
I exited the school quickly, making my way towards a nearby alleyway where I had hidden my bag, it was hidden beneath a dumpster and placed inside a trash bag for concealment.
I quickly suited up, slipping on my lightly armoured clothing, helmet and goggles, reputation was important and one's attire was part of it, unlike my father's red and white outfit I wore orange and black.
I slid on my black mask and put on my goggles, they were a gift from my father, equipped with night vision, thermal vision, zoom functions, a heads up display and even target recognition, they were a beautiful piece of tech and probably the most valuable thing I owned.
I slid my guns into their respective holsters alongside my blades, checking they were all loaded and combat ready before taking aim with my grapple gun and shooting towards the rooftops.
It few over before landing and hooking stably onto a ledge I knew would be there, I held on tightly as it dragged my onto the roof and I began to traverse the rooftops of Gotham city.
This city was a shithole and it only got worse as I moved into the shadier parts of the city. This place was ripe with crime, drugs, prostitution and poverty, and it had been as long as I'd lived here.
Batman tried to clean it up, but really the only thing he achieved was to make the criminals just as scared to go out onto the streets as the civilians were, it didn't help, scared rats bit back.
These people were desperate enough to risk crippling at the hands of Batman, most didn't have enough to live for anyway.
I moved quickly, being careful as a stepped over the rickety roof of some crack house, there was a lucrative contract up for grabs and I was determined to take it for myself.
I was the best in the business, before my father was arrested he may have been able to contest that but now, after I had awakened my meta gene? It wasn't even close.
Precision was a potent ability for a bounty hunter, it allowed me to make micrometre precise movements at any speed, with my level of skill and the understanding of guns I learned from my father it was almost impossible for me to miss regardless of the distance.
Even the way I ran was enhanced with my power, every movement honed to perfection, at the limit of efficiency I seamlessly flipped and vaulted over the roofs practically flying through the air with how fast I was moving.
Eventually I arrived at my destination The Iceberg Lounge, Penguin's base of operation and a meeting point for all sorts of criminals. Walking inside the loud atmosphere I was escorted by one of his henchmen towards his office.
The place was filled with shady looking characters, some cast furtive glances my way while others completely ignored me, they knew better than to stare at my masked figure.
I enjoyed the sight of the barely clothed caramel skinned girls on the raised podiums dancing sexily on the spot, wearing penguins half masks that left their red lips carrying suggestive smiles on display as I passed, eventually arriving at penguin's office.
Opening the door and entering immediately I heard it close behind me, I standing before penguin and his desk as I made note of the room, two henchmen stood either side of the door, another was stood outside, likely holding it closed, there was a window but too small to escape through on one wall.
I could see the extremely faint line of a hidden door on the other wall and there were scrape marks on the floor on the desk that had evidently been moved recently, I could see signs of a trapdoor beneath it.
Each of the henchmen carried large pistols, desert eagles by the look of it, a gun of that power would bust my skull like a watermelon if I was hit, but they didn't seem to by carrying any other weapon.
"Be quick, give me the contract." I said briskly.
"Hello to you too my friend, how are you today?" Penguin asked, deliberately wasting time.
"I have places to be, Penguin."AZ
"You will watch your tone when you enter my establishment." Penguin said darkly, his eyes driving over to the henchmen.
I heard the man drawing his gun behind me and instantly I drew the pin in the grenade I was hiding in my hand, tossing it onto the desk and letting it slide before Penguin.
I felt the barrel of the gun pressed into the back of my mask and I grinned, holding up the grenade so show where I held the lever down, preventing the timer from starting. All I would need to do is drop it to kill everyone in this room.
"Tell him to shoot, blow my brains out and we can die together."
Penguin raised his hands in alarm, "There really is no need for such measures," He said, sliding the pin towards me on the desk. "Why don't you put that back in and we can talk like civilised folk, alright?"
I smiled, amusement colouring my tone as I said, "Don't worry, my grip is strong, I'm sure I can hold on for a minute or two before I get tired and have to drop it."
The lever was nothing, I could hold it for days if I wanted too. I had a reputation for being a little crazy around here, and Penguin seemed to take my threat quite seriously, he really thought I'd kill us both if he didn't hurry up.
"Very well." Penguin nodded and the man's gun left me, slightly a smartphone light device across the table he said, "Here, now let's discuss my cut. I think 10 percent is fair."
"Fuck off, 1%, and be grateful I offer you that." I answered, taking the device, it was about the shape and size of a phone except twice as thick, it displayed the last known location of my target at some ball a few miles away, there was a picture of a wrinkly grey haired old man and a short description, at the bottom in big numbers was $1000000.
A million was a lot, at the rate I spent money it would probably last two full months before I ran out again, there was no chance I was handing over a hundred thousand to this idiot.
"Come now, I provide an essential service after all." Penguins argued.
"What you do is compile information, it's not rocket science, ten thousand dollars is a more than fair bargain."
Penguin tried to argue further but I inteupted him.
"My hand is starting to get tired." I said in a bored voice.
His eyes glanced to the grenade in my hand, and my fingers twitched slightly, letting it slip in my palm without dropping.
With annoyed scowl he nodded, apparently valuing his life more than money.
"You're a horrible person to do business with, I don't know why I even bother selling to you."
I shrugged uncaringly, "Your just sad I would accept your bullshit prices, if you hate me as a customer so much then I'll just go somewhere else. Each of the three crime families offer their own information broker, and that's just in this city."
The annoyed expression told me he didn't like being reminded how replaceable he was but I ignored it as I left, carefully sliding the pin back into the grenade and putting it away.
Using my grapple gun I ascended onto the roof and began to move quickly.
My target was currently attending some ball and I certainly couldn't be late to the party, I could already hear the sirens.
Barbra Gordon
There were sirens all around, police cars and fire trucks surrounded the large building, evacuating civilians.
What had started as a simple assassination had quickly turned into a hostage situation.
She had taken down three nameless bounty hunters in the last hour, stopping them from entering the building at getting at their target.
One had gotten past her however, she could see him through a window, captain cold had come down from central city for this bounty, he faced off with Batman, his iced pistol pressed to the head of the target, threatening to turn it into an ice block if Batman approached.
Batman had his hands raised placatingly, and he was saying something she couldn't hear.
He heard a noise and turned to see a flash of orange and black on a nearby rooftop before it vanished, her eyes narrowed.
Mr Cold was one thing but there was only one bounty hunter who wore orange and black, The Reaper was infamous both inside and out of Gotham.
She scaled the roof quickly and found the large figure stood a rifle resting against his sholder and in the ledge of the roof ground, pointing towards the building.
He didn't look back and she crept forward slowly and silently, her escrima, steel sticks used for fighting gripped in her hands, if she could just knock him out in a single blow…
"I could put this bullet into Batman's mouth before you could even swing that stick of yours." Said a deep, slightly hoarse voice.
His head turned to look at her and she narrowed her eyes, how did he hear her?
"You're not fast enough." She answered, preparing to fight.
Before she could even blink he had drawn a pistol, she barely had time to notice the suppressor before her fired straight to his right without even looking.
On a distant street, more than a hundred and fifty metres away and much closer than the building with Batman and Captain cold, a streetlight's glass shattered and it went out, it was the last undamaged light left on that street.
A shiver passed through her, that was definitely Meta-human, that bullet could have just as easily passed between her eyes and she wasn't even fast enough to react to it.
He turned away, completely disregarding her and instead taking aim towards his actual target, still in the grip of the increasingly distressed looking Captain Cold.
"Don't kill him." She said, and she hated how pleading her voice sounded.
"I get paid a million dollars to kill him, why would I listen to you over a million dollars?"
"I have money." She said quickly.
"No, you don't." He replied as though it was the most obvious thing in the world.
She frowned, "You don't know that."
There was a coarse chuckle, "You're a bad liar."
She shut her eyes, frozen in indecision, he could easily make that shot, he was just waiting for Captain Cold to move so he wouldn't kill his colleague, that was the kind of thing that got you blacklisted from the hitman industry.
"Batman has money, he could pay you." She said, making up her mind, it wasn't her money to offer but if it could save that man's life…
"NowthatI believe, but pay me to do what exactly?" She could hear amusement in his voice.
She glanced between him and the building, saying quickly, "Take down Captain cold, and save the hostage."
"That sounded like two requests, means I'll be getting two payments, right?"
The sheer nerve shocked her, he sounded more like a shrewd businessman man rather than a hired killer.
"I can't offer more money." She bit out, a million was already a lot.
He turned to her, looking her up and down, apparently assessing her worth.
"A favour will do." He decided after a moment.
"A favour?"
"Any one request, to be cashed in whenever I like." Her hand unconsciously raised to cover her chest and he let out a bark of laughter.
"I can find a whore for sex girl, I'm not interested in using it to get you into bed."
Huffing in annoyance she lowered her hands, "Fine."
He nodded, and she got the impression he was smiling through his mask, "Then we have a deal."
He turned back to his rifle and there was a beat of silence before a shot rang out, she watched as Captain Cold's body jolted, a flash of crimson coming from beneath his helmet as he dropped like a brick to the ground, releasing his hostage.
Her eye's widened in alarm, "You killed him?! I said take him down!"
He turned, answering calmly and approaching her, "He is down."
"Im a contract killer, I get paid to kill, if you didn't want someone to die she shouldn't have hired a killer for the Job. Besides, if I'd put a bullet in his leg he would've turned that man's head into an ice block." He arrived in front of her, putting a hand on her shoulder and pushing her down.
"On your knees bitch, I'm going to fuck you till my cock is soft." He said roughly.
She stared at him in shock for a moment, "What happened to being able to find a whore?"
She could almost feel his smirk beneath his mask, "I found one, now, on your knees."
She let him push her down reluctantly, what else was she supposed to do? She'd already agreed to one request, it was a little late to deny him, and that wasn't even taking into consideration the fact might put bullet in her skull for not upholding their deal.
She'd just have to fuck him, it wasn't that big of a deal, best to just get it over quickly and leave before someone spotted them.
She fell to her knees and reached for his belt, undoing it and pulling down his pants to reveal his cock.
It was big, a solid nine inches of thick black cock landing her face, dragging from her chin to forehead over the mask covering the upper half of her face, he slapped her across the face with it, her head turning slightly before she glared, he just looked down at her, amusement in his eyes as he slapped her again.
At least it was well groomed, little hair and a surprisingly pleasant scent, sweet lemon, like lemonade, he must have showed recently.
He looked down at her, she was glad his mask the no doubt cocky look on his face, he was probably loving seeing her down her on her knees, a submissive little heroine for him to use like a fuck toy, she rubbed her thighs together, her cheeks warming and her nipples hardening at the thought.
There was something sowrongabout her being a heroine and about to betakenby a villain, this cock looked big enough toruinher, it was enhanced by the fact they were both still in costume, his ominous mask looked down as her half bat mask, his light armour differing from the tight black leather of her suit.
It clung to her, showing off every delicious curve for him to see, his hand slid into her hair, pushing her until her face was pressed into his balls.
"Give them a kiss."
Reluctantly she pressed her lips gently to his testicles, she placed light open mouthed kisses along his balls sack, she paid special attention to his balls occasionally giving them little sucks and licks before continuing kissing.
If she was going to do this, she was going to do it well, let it never be said she didn't pay her side of the bargain.
She smirked up at him before she gave his cock a long lick, dragging her tongue from base to tip, before giving that a gentle kiss as well.
His fingers tightened in her hair and she let him push her down, her mouth opening wide to accommodate his member, she could tell he was smirking at her when he said, "You make a good cock sucker."
He pushed her further down, his cock sliding deeper into her mouth before she gagged soflty and pulled back.
She reached up her hands to stroke his cock as she smiled demurely up at him, "Thank you, sir."
He wanted a submissive whore? Thenthat'swhat she'll be, she had basically whored herself out anyway.
"Thank youmaster, you are basically my slave right now after all."
She took her mouth away from sucking cock to agree with his humiliating words, "Yes. Thank youmaster."
"Hands behind your back. You have been captured after all, slut."
She placed both her hands behind her back as though they were tied, playing the part of the taken slave, or perhaps the captured heroine, leaving much her mouth to pleasure his cock.
He enjoyed the sight of her choking herself on his cock for another few moments before he placed his hands into her hair and began to push her down, making her gag around the cock in her throat.
She couldn't even protest if she wanted to, both her hands behind her back the only way she could signal with his eyes, she stared up at him, begging with her eyes, pleading for him to give her his cum, to fill her mouth and be over with this.
He pulled her back and just when she thought she was going to get a moment of respite he pushed her back down again, begging to fuck her mouth.
She fought hard to hold back her gags, they would only be uncomfortable for her and enjoyable for him, she bet he enjoyed seeing her choking on his cock, she called on her experience holding back gags at particularly vicious crime scenes around Gotham.
He kept her on her knees for a while, fucking her mouth and face with insulting disregard, he mounted insults on her, diriding and humiliating her for his own amusement as he, seeming to take joy from testing just how deep he could shove his cock down her throat.
The answer was quite far, three quarters of his cock pistoning into her mouth as he pulled her back and forth along his cock like her face was a flashlight.
And that's all she was to him right now, wasn't she? Just a continent cumdumpster for him to dump his seed in.
He let out a groan and she felt him filling her mouth with his cum, it was salty and sweet as it filled her mouth and even began to drip down her chin, she had no choice but to swallow it down as more continued to pour.
She sucked on his cock, trying to draw out more for her to taste.
There was a lewd pop when he pulled out her mouth, spurting more cum across her face, some landed on her delicate nose and she felt more land across her mask and cheeks, some even went under to land across one delicate eyebrow.
She smiled for him, cum trailing down her soft lips, down her chin to drip onto the breasts of her hero costume.
"Damn, you look good with your face covered in my cum."
She couldn't step herself preening slightly as the praise and she gave a little wink through her domino mask.
"You're not done, Batgirl." He was intentionally using her heroine name, reminding her of exactly who she was while he degraded her.
His cock was still hard, it hardly seemed to have gotten any less lively as he used it to tap her cheeks, slapping her across the face with the cum stained shaft before roughly pulling her to her feet and shoving her towards the ledge.
He shoved her down, making her bend over the ledge of the roof and look down at the crowd of evacuating guests, policemen guiding them out the building to collect statements.
She couldn't stop herself from moaning as she felt him grab the back of her suit at the neck and rip it from her body, tearing her hero costume and exposing her from her back down to her ass.
Dante
"No panties? Ha, it's like you were waiting for me."
I enjoyed the sight of batgirl's smooth chocolate skin leading down from her arching back to the round curve of her ass.
I cut off her reply with a spank, she moaned, her bent over body quivering in arousal as her ass jiggled from my palm, I let my fingers squeeze into the flesh, kneading the flesh of her fat ass.
Her body was toned and athletic, her ass was soft and it bounced as I played with it before I reached to her front, yanking down the rest of her suit to expose her tits for me to play with, they were perky and she yelped when I gave one of them a light slap.
"T-they- they might- see me!" She stuttered out, arousal colouring her voice as I played with her body like a toy.
"Good!" I said roughly into her ear, bending over her and pressing my cock against her wet pussy, "Let them see exactly how much of a whore their heroreallyis."
With that I shoved into her hot cunt, she gasped, a long whine escaping her as I slowly pushed inside.
"It's sooo ~big!"She gasped out as I slammed my cock into her hot, tight pussy.
"Ha, we're halfway there, hold on tight, Batslut." And I pushed further into her cunt.
All that time training had certainly paid off because her pussy was the tightest I'd ever fucked, it convulsed around my cock in an attempt to push it out.
It took several minutes for me to me to work the full nine inches of cock into her and I had to admit I was impressed, she was the only girl who'd ever taken the entire thing into her pussy, it looked like I wouldn't have to fuck her ass here in this rooftop.
She let out a strangled gasp as I bottomed out and her whole body quivered as she came on my cock, her back arched even further and she let out a girlish squeal as she shook.
Her pussy tightened deliciously and I held still to fully appreciate her convulsing on my cock until her body relaxed, going limp.
Her head, which had been raised to stare at the people below lowered and her hair fell down to cover her face.
She wasn't dead, right?
I hoped not, Batman would probably put me in jail if I killed his girl on my cock.
I smirked at the thought, it was the great thing about being a villain in this city, even if you were caught the worse case scenario was to be put into Arkham, and there was an opportunity to break out of that place every six months. My father missed the last one a few months back so there would be another in the next couple months, I wasn't going to let him stay locked up for more than a year.
The sound of Batgirl's heavy breathing told me she indeed hadn't died on my cock and I asked, "You still with me, Batslut?"
Her breathing hitched as I began to pull back, "Y-you think just because you shoved your cock in like a barbarian I'm going to be knocked out."
I grinned, "No, I think that after I fuck you like your clearly begging for you'll be finished."
"I am not beg-." Her words turned into a squeal as I cut her off, shoving my cock back inside and enjoy her reactions.
She might be the most submissive slut I had ever seen, I was boarderline extorting her for her pussy, I had ripped her clothes, bent her over the ledge of the roof so anyone down below might look up and see her getting fucked like a whore, tits jiggling as I pounded into her.
And yet there she was, coming and singing on my cock, having the time of her life as I used her body.
She moaned lewdly as I slapped her ass, before reaching forward to pull her slightly auburn brunette hair, forcing her head up and making her look at the potential audience, from my angle I couldn't see if anyone was watching the proud batgirl getting fucked agaisnt a railing in public, but I knew she certainly could.
Her pussy tightened deliciously with every degrading move as I dominated her, ruining her body with my cock.
She let out a silent scream as she came again, and I followed soon after, pushing my hips into her fate ass and enjoying the way it compressed as I held her tight, dumping my load into her willing body.
I held still a moment longer, pumping every drop of come as deep into her pussy as I could, holding her there, the idea of pumping a baby into her was enticing, her stomach swelling and her tits growing, her ass gained just a bit more jiggle after I'd completely claimed her.
She panted softly, and I grinned.
"Aweee, did the baby girl think it was over?" Her body shivered at my warm, mocking tone as I pulled back and slammed straight back in, and she let out little gasps with every thrust as I fucked her stupid.
I did say I was going to fuck her until I went soft. I'd already came twice, and while I usually didn't go more than three I thought I could manage five with how tight this slut was.
After several hours of fucking her all over the rooftop I finally pulled out of her cum stained body, I had pulled her away from the ledge, not wanting Batman to spot us and show up to catch me quite literally with my pants down
she was on the ground now, her knees cushioned by the remnants of her suit which now resembled black leather thigh highs rather than a full body suit, it's ripped up pieces were scattered around the roof.
I stood over her bent over body, her face and ass were covered in cum, more was leaking from he used pussy, and she was breathing lightly, she had passed out at some point, I thought it might have been a few minutes ago but truthfully it could have been half an hour.
It seemed she had fallen asleep, exhausted.
Her cunt still tightened even while unconscious and as I gave her ass an experimental slap I watched her moan and mumble incoherently, not waking up and apparently having a good dream.
She was sleeping quite deeply.
Good, post nut clarity was setting in now and as I looked around I could almost feel my fathers disappointment.
He taught me to be an assassin, an a hallmark of any decent assassin was that they left no evidence.
Looking at the girl before me, she was both covered and filled with dna evidence, and there was probably more that had dripped to the rooftop, some might have even dripped from her face onto the street below.
I took some pleasure in using her soft brown hair to wipe off my cock before I tucked it back into my pants, that was a stupid thing to do, but really what else was I going do with with a favor from batgirl?
She was never going to uphold that agreement for anything she thought to be truely important, I'd only gotten away with fucking her because she knew I might put a bullet in her if she'd refused, but if I'd let her go?
She might have wanted to uphold the deal, but if I'd asked her to kill somone? She'd refuse, if I asked for her identity? She'd refuse, if I asked her to spy on Batman? She'd definitely refuse, and even if she didn't she'd definitely be caught and fail miserably.
And that wasn't even taking into account just how good she looked in that tight leather suit, if she didn't want to be fucked she shouldn't have let me see just how tight her little ass looked.
I sighed, quickly moving around, scanning the roof and destroying all the evidence with a small blowtorch before I turned back to the girl, still on her knees with her ass sticking out invitingly.
My cock twitched, my lust returning and my regret fading.
It was worth the effort it took to fuck her silly, even if it may not have been my smartest move.
I wrapped her in a sheet to cover her up before throwing her over my shoulder, careful to remove all evidence from the rooftop before I began to traverse the roofs of Gotham, the sun was going down, and every criminal in Gotham knew bad things happened when the sun goes down.
I had several safe houses across the city, and this bitch needed a shower.
I made sure not to remove her mask and see her full face as I moved her, there were far too many enemies of Batman who would happily tie me to a chair and torture me for months to get that kind of information, I didn't need to know and I didn't want to know.
Besides, the image of her cum covered heroine mask was quite amusing.
