Chapter 2 - The next day
Barbra
She woke up slowly in an extremely warm and soft bed, it was way to nice to be her own, in fact it reminded her of the one time she had laid in Bruce's bed, the bed of a billionaire was billionaire quality, and the one she woke up in now was even more comfortable than that.
Suddenly, her eyes widened and she sat up, her cheeks darkening as she remembered what happened before she passed out.
The room she was in was luxurious, morning sun came filter through the windows that made up one wall, there was a balcony outside them, and she could see she was at top of a skyscraper, the large slightly gloomy city expanding far into the distance, visible from where she stood above it.
There was a massive TV on the wall facing the bed, the large room had nice furniture and was clearly designed and coloured in good taste.
But where was she?
Her eyes narrowed in anger, he'd he fucked her and then just left her there on the roof for her to be found?
Embarrassment fluttered through her at the thought, oh god, had Bruise found her there? Covered and filled by a villain's cum before he brought her to this place?
She scanned her memory, trying to remember what had happened, she remembered the rooftop, he used her like a fucktoy for hours, she remembered him fucking her over the roofs railing, he'd pulled her hair and forced her to look at the crowd down below.
Her face heated, she recognized many of those police officers, her father worked with them.
Oh god, she remembered seeing her father down there too. A treasonous spike of arousal pierced through her at the thought of her own father seeing her get taken by a villain right in front of him, his precious daughter used and fucked, her virginity taken as she was bent over under the will of a criminal.
Training had destroyed her hymen and now a villain had thoroughly destroyed her innocence.
She took refuge in the fact she had her mask on, no one had actually seen her either, at least she hoped not.
She focused on what happened next, he'd fucked her all over the roof, taking her again and again, she'd lost sight of when it would end, any hopes of getting it over quickly destroyed by his massive cock.
She'd passed out after a particularly strong orgasm, but she didn't think that stopped him.
She tried to focus, he had covered her in his cum but it was all gone now, if it weren't for the pleasant ache throughout her body and between her legs she might have thought the entire thing was a dream.
The stinging across her ass said otherwise.
She had a memory of running water, a hot shower, he had fucked her again in a hot shower, he must have taken her somewhere.
She looked around the luxurious penthouse, she didn't feel very kidnapped.
Had he taken her home to fuck and clean her up? Was thishisbed? Had he claimed her like a dragon might a princess and dragged her to his cave.
She blushed at the thought, climbing from the bed and looking around cautiously, she was completely naked, caramel skin on display, her suit nowhere to be seen, her only attire was her mask and as she stared at herself in a full length mirror she could see that it was stained with his cum.
Her ass was tinted red from his spanking and she moved with a slight limp as she cautiously walked through the open door.
She found him lounging casually on a sofa, gazing out the window peacefully and enjoying the view, despite her silent steps her turned almost immediately, how could he always here her?
He was fully suited up, mask on, weapons in his holsters, and ready for action, unlike her there were no signs of what had happened on his body, he looked entirely unruffled and at ease.
She smirked as he looked her up and down, his eyes taking her in hungrily, even after he'd done everything and anything he wanted with her body for hours on end he still found her attractive, it was gratifying.
She shifted her weight, shifting her hips to one side and removing her hands from her breasts as she teased, "Take a picture, it'll last longer."
He didn't hesitate, the phone in his hands raising to steal a picture of her naked body, the flash just added insult to injury.
"Iwas joking." She said, a little scandalized, she couldn't believe he'd used that as an excuse to take a nude of her,
She'd never had a naked picture taken before and now she'd had her first taken by a villain.
She pouted, she understood enough about him by now to know he wasn't going to delete that, he'd probably ask her to suck his dick again in exchange, and then just take another.
"Have you got any clothes?" She asked with a huff.
She could tell he was smirking beneath his mask as he looked her up and down, he fiddled with his phone for a moment before he turned it round showing her the picture of her naked body he'd just set as his background, cum stained domino mask firmly in place so everyone would know exactly who she was.
"I don't know, don't you think you look pretty good without them?" He teased and she sighed.
She was going to have to play his game if she was going to get what she wanted.
"Please,Master, may I have some clothes." He grinned at the use of the title, and he gestured to the table.
Walking forward to take a look and ignoring the way his eyes watched her tits bouncing she saw on the fancy glass table was a Gotham academy school girl uniform, a white blouse, short skirt thigh high socks and even some black shoes.
"My one of my girls left this behind before she left, it's the only girl clothes left in this place." He was definitely grinning, apparently enjoying the idea of dressing her up like a school girl.
"You were with a school girl? Did you even bother to check if she was underaged?" Trying to ignore the irony of that fact she was an underaged school girl.
He stared at her like she was an idiot, "I kill people for a living, are you expecting to find some kind of moral fiber?"
She went silent after that, what had she been expecting. He was a villain, and villains were bad, evil even.
But he wasn't all bad, most villains would have just taken the opportunity to kill her, joker certainly would have, that or kidnap and use her to get at Batman, but he hadn't.
He'd made a deal with her, then saved an innocent man, and after it was all over he'd ever cleaned her up and taken her home, let her sleep in his bed and even got her some clothes.
"Why?"
"Why what?" He gave her a questioning look.
"Why do you kill people for a living?"
He stared at her for a moment before he let out a chuckle, it started slightly before it slowly turned into a full blown guffaw.
"Look around you girl." He gestured to the luxurious skyscraper penthouse, "You don't get to live in a place likethisfor free, and there isnohonest money in this city."
He turned to her, "You must've noticed it, you live here too, this cities a shithole. There's a reason that ten years ago the first hero this city ever had was the Joker."
"The only really wealthy people in this city are the Wayne's, Bruce Wayne's the only billionaires and all the other wealthy work for him in some way, everyone else with a bit of money is smart enough to get out of it, only they're brave enough stay here because of how few taxes there are.
And that lack of tax draws in all those down on their luck and struggling to pay the bills, it's a cheap life to live in fear, that's why there's so much crime."
She had noticed it, everyone was trying to get out, not only out the city but out of poverty, out of fear, she'd seen it at school where the only chance people could see was either crime or the luck to get noticed by someone who could pull you out, that's why people like Dante became so popular, he had the draw of someone who might actually climb that wall and leave a rope for the rest of them.
Hell, even she felt it, this was luxury like she had never seen in her life, this villain, this criminal was living here wealthy and on top of the world, fucking school girls and probably anyone else he wished while her father lived in a cozy little two bedroom apartment, and he was considered top 1% in this city.
She sighed, reaching for the school uniform when she realized something, she frowned, "What was she wearing when she left?"
He looked at her and she could tell he was grinning, "A smile of course."
She looked away, not wanting him to see the smile she tried to suppress at that answer.
Putting on the uniform she realized another issue, "There's no underwear." She regretted saying it as soon as she had, looking at the teasing look in his eye.
"Yes, I may have ripped hers in a moment of passion but she didn't seem to mind, besides I figured you'd prefer to be a little exposed, you were certainly enjoying showing off to all those police yesterday." She blushed at the memory.
"I wouldn't worry, they probably enjoyed watching the show almost as much as you enjoyed putting it on, though probably not as much as I enjoyed making it-"
"Ahem. I think it's time for me to go." She coughed to cut him off before he could say more to embarrass her.
She'd gotten a look at the time when he turned his phone to show off his new background, she had to get to school soon, thankfully her father likely spent the night at the office after yesterday's events.
He grinned, standing up and extending his hand.
"Well, Batgirl, I must say it's been an absolutepleasuredoing business with you."
She shook his hand and ignored his teasing, and he guided her towards the door, her skirt fluttering as she walked and she could only hope it wouldn't be a windy day, she wouldn't want to show herself to anymorethan she already had,she hid how much that idea turned her on as she asked curiously. "Is this your house?"
"Ha! I'm not that easy to catch, this place belongs to some South American billionaire who doesn't really exist, it's a safe house, though it's not exactly safe after you've been through it, trust me, I won't be returning to this place."
Reaching the door he pulled it open for her and she turned to him. "Thank you."
He just nodded, but as she left she felt his fingers slipping under her skirt, groping her ass roughly before giving it a little spank goodbye as he said, "Your welcome, Batslut."
Then he shut the door in her face.
Making her way hurriedly towards the elevator, a scandalized look on her face, she clenched her fists made a quiet high pitched noise of suppressed anger that even she could recognize was more adorable than threatening.
She was going to be horny for the rest of the day after what he'd just done to her.
Dante
I chuckled at the idea that I'd just kicked out The Batgirl from my apartment dressed in a schoolgirl uniform with no panties on, the skirt had been too short and offered a lovely look at her chocolate thighs as she left.
Now that she was gone I turned by attention to more important things, school started in an hour and I couldn't skip if I wanted to enter university, I could probably clear that distance in twenty minutes which meant I had forty left, more than enough to investigate what the fuck was going on.
[Welcome, host, to the Armament system!]
Words that appear in my mind whilst I was fucking Batgirl in the shower last night.
What is your purpose? I thought the words, and got a reply.
[My purpose is to assist my host in creating an armament exceeding all others.]
Why am I your host? And how can you assist?
[You were randomly selected from a group of millions of exceptional mortals throughout the multiverse.]
Well it was interesting to know the multiverse was real, did that mean there might be a version of me who didn't fuck batgirl? Ha, could you imagine never fucking batgirl in your entire life? Must suck to be that guy, I was almost ashamed to be a different and obviously better version of him, but I supposed it could be said I was a better version of all men, and women too for that matter.
[My ability to assist is mainly to create weapons and artefacts from raw (or any really) materials, the better quality materials you give me the stronger and more potent weapons I can spit out for you.]
[I can also match the value of whatever you give with materials of equal value.]
Hmm, so if I give you a block of gold you'd be able to match it with a block of platinum?
[I could provide any material of equal value, I could give a diamond if needed, the material I give will be determined by the type of weapon you want made.]
Nodding in acceptance I made my way towards the bedroom, the sheets were ruffled but ignored that at I grabbed the headboard, pressing a hidden button in a very specific spot as it came away from the wall on a hinge.
Behind was a secret compartment, stacks of cash in a dozen different currencies, bricks of unmarked gold, and passports for countries all over the world. There was a set of weapons too, replacement pistols, a rifle and even a sniper, alongside them was a bomb with a programmable timer.
It probably wasn't powerful enough to bring the building down but it was definitely strong enough to leave nothing of this floor and little of the one below after it exploded.
This was a vault that was mirrored all across the city, there was a similar set up in a dozen different safe houses across the city.
My father used to have one in every major city in America, but most had already been found and seized by now.
Scooping up the gold and the bomb I held them in my hands before at my signal the armament system made them vanish entirely, a moment later the gold was gone and the bomb reappeared, now however rather than the messy and intentionally confusing wires it was now a sleek orange and black dodecahedron, a twelve sided shape composed of pentagons similar to a sphere.
[I upgraded the bomb, before it had the power to destroy a moderately sized house, now it has the power to destroy a moderately sized city block]
I gulped, that was quite powerful.
If I took that to a concert I could commit quite the terrorist attack.
[Skill granted; Inventory]
The knowledge of how to activate the skill slid into my mind and I touched the bomb, watching it disappear into my inventory before making it reappear a moment later, I grinned.
[I can't give you skills in general, but this one comes free]
I nodded In gratitude and quickly scooped up the contents of the vault into my inventory, it was time to go, I didn't want batman showing up to arrest me for (kind of, debatedly) raping his girl, before (also, kind of, debatably) kidnapping her.
Besides it was time to get to school anyway.
With that I stepped onto the balcony and grapple gunned away.
Barbra Gordon
'Do you think I have women's underwear?' She scoffed, that's what Bruise had said, his voice cold, uncaring as he gave her a replacement school uniform, some traitorous voice in her head that sounded like Reaper's crass voice said that it meant he had no bitches to leave them behind.
It was frustrating because now she was sat in chemistry class next to Dante Lawton, being careful to keep her skirt pinned to her seat to not flash the teacher or any lucky student who might look back her bare cunt, Dante had already spent half the less smirking and glancing down at her clearly braless chest, her nipples hardened bysomeonethis morning.
After she left his apartment she had quickly made a plan and covered herself in rubbish and dirt from a dumpster before going back up to the safe house he said he'd 'never' return to, and stole a rug.
Her story was simple, she fought Reaper on the roof, and was defeated after a valiant fight, she agreed her ransom of a million dollars, and then she awoke in an alleyway, wrapped in a rug and covered in trash, completely naked save for a piece of paper with a cryptocurrency address, she found the uniform amongst the trash and put it on.
Bruise had given her a replacement uniform and sent her to school,with no underwear,safe to say it wasbreezydown there at the moment. It was certainlyirritatingbut not as irritating as the slight wetness that had moved to cover her thighs.
It was safe to say she was grumpy, something Lawton had been quick to tease her about, but she wasn't only grumpy, she also had the relaxed, happy and satisfied feel of what she had come to learn was a woman who had been thoroughly fucked, the worst part was that it was clearly obvious to him, how could it not be? She had arrived to school braless in the backseat of a fancy car, disheveled hair and a too short skirt.
There were probably rumors though half the school by now, she was a very popular girl in this school a state champion athlete she garnered similar attention to Lawton, she could tell now that the way he looked at her changed, before he had looked at her with interest, but now he looked at her much in the same way he looked at slut to be fucked. The worst part was that there was still a look of desire there, he was still willing to fuck her and she was responding to it, he was good looking after all.
Big and strong, well muscled and taller than her, his body felt hard when she brushed against it, his face was handsome too, his eyes intense.
It felt as though she'd been awakened last night, she had never been treated like that, she had never even imagined being treated like that, but what was most shocking was how much she enjoyed beingtaken.The fact it had been a villain compounded with it being her first time made it an immensely erotic experience, more arousing than anything else had been in her life.
Dante Lawton (Reaper)
She had been fucked well last night, it was Bruce Wayne's car she arrived in, but Barbra was also looking grumpy as she came into school.
This was very amusing, and the occasional knowing smirks I sent her only seemed to make her more embarrassed, her cheeks had a near constant blush to them, and she kept staring into space, absentmindedly rubbing her bare thighs together, only covered by her skirt.
I held in my laughter as I quickly filled in her book with a copy of the writing on the blackboard alongside my number and a small message.
Barbra
Her eyes shot down to her book as the teacher approached to inspect her work, she jammed her thighs together as she skimmed it, her hand quickly moving to cover the small message she noticed said '—Lawton'.
The teacher inspected her work before moving on without comment, apparently glancing down she saw Lawton's neat handwriting was close enough to her to pass at a glance, she looked up only to meet his smirk as his eyes turned to the message he had left.
'If you want to be left properly satisfied in the morning, I'm sure I could make time in my busy scheduletaking careof Kayla totake careof you, no need to thank me.' —Dante Lawton.
She scowled.
Bruise Wayne (Batman)
The story checked out, there were clear signs of a struggle on the roof, burn marks everywhere, and one of her weapons had been left behind.
He made his way onto the location she had woken up at, clearing signs of someone going through the trash as she could have been looking for clothes, after some investigation he found where the rug came from, a suite worth more than a dozen million and it was quite a valuable rug that she had been left in.
There was listing information he could get from the suite itself, the holding company in South America had been ignoring his inquiries, and he couldn't hack them because most of their records were on paper.
The only thing he'd found in the penthouse was a hidden vault behind a bed.
There was no sign of where her suit was, some of its burned remnants were on the rooftop, but more than half was simply missing.
Regardless of the case Barbra had certainly undergone a traumatic night and he would have to pay closer attention to her mental state.
He glanced down at the paper in his hand, it was an address of crypto currency, one he actually recognized as belonging to Penguin, there would be no clue there, thousands of payments went through Penguin every day.
A million dollars was what she agreed too, and frankly Bruce would simply rather pay the money than risk her being in the sights of a lethal assassin like Reaper, he and seen the Reaper fight before, razor precision to every movement, something that must have come from decades of relentless training, it reminded him of Ras Al Goul, and made him wonder if Reaper too was immortal.
Perhaps Ras had decided it was time to take to the field himself, though guns weren't exactly his area of expertise.
He resolved to investigate this further.