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Peeping Bats	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 11545 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Justice League, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Batman craned his neck at the apartment building across the street, searching for his intended quarry with help from the nightvision goggles he’d brought on the evening’s mission. He was slowly scanning the windows of the ninth floor for his target as his leads had not pinpointed the exact apartment. Batman was perched on the office building rooftop across the street as the evidence from a number of high-tech, digital equipment thefts in the past few weeks pointed to a 28-year old pornographic editing manager named Dirk Lenguagrande as the likely perpetrator of the crimes.

He was seated on the ledge of the roof, in turn five stories higher than the apartment in which Lenguagrande resided. Despite his perch, he was uncomfortable as a hot “Devilwind” had been blowing into Gotham for the last two days, rendering the city sweltering in the depths of summer. Even at midnight the thermometer registered over 100 degrees and the residents of the city were irritable as there was no relief in sight.

Batman felt drips of sweat running down his back and chest. The drips merged to become rivers which joined at the junction of his ass and his testicles. He thought for a moment and smiled as he remembered what Nightwing called that area. “Taint,” Dick had joked on more than one occasion, “T’aint ass and T’aint balls so its Taint.” He briefly looked down and noticed the Taint of his pants was completely soaked with sweat. He took a quick swig from the bottle of water he’d placed on the ledge next to him then shifted his position on the ledge a few inches. He winced as the pant material had shrunk from the sweat, tightening the pressure of the crotch of his pants against his already chaffed scrotum.

‘Alfred didn’t design these pants for 100 degree weather’ he thought, pulling the pants down briefly to spoil the humid air from his crotch. The blast of wind felt cool against his exposed genitalia and he briefly considered the ramifications of removing his pants, at least temporarily, while he surveiled the building.

He had made up his mind to continue wearing the pants when another shift in his position caused the same chaffing sensation at the base of his scrotum. “Fuck it” he said in disgust, then pulled his boots and pants off then placed the sweat-stained crotch of the pants on a television satellite dish next to him to dry out in the flapping, hot wind. He pulled the utility belt higher around his waist as he needed its power supply for his equipment.

His comm. link buzzed and he heard Diana’s voice piped into his earpiece. “Where are you? Are you going to stand me up for our date tonight?”

“I’m in mid-town. I’m going to be a few minutes later than I expected,” he said, looking at his pants flapping in the hot wind, “I haven’t found the perp yet.”

“I’ll give you a few minutes then I’ll come looking for you,” she warned, “I don’t like being stood up and I’m not going to chit-chat the whole night with Alfred,” then clicked off.

Batman continued scanning the apartment windows for signs of the perpetrator when he spied some movement on the ninth floor. He tightened the zoom on the lens and the eyepiece was suddenly filled with two naked figures, a man and a woman, writhing on the couch. Actually, the woman was writhing in pleasure as the man’s head was buried between her thighs. Her legs were straddled over the man’s shoulders and her feet were touching the edge of the coffee table in front of them. A pornographic film played on the large-screen television on the opposite wall and Jenna Jameson appeared to be enjoying herself even more than the woman on the couch, if that was possible.

Batman’s directional antenna locked onto the location and his earpiece was suddenly filled with the low moans of the woman’s pleasure, which were echoed by the sounds emanating from the television. The moans were interrupted only when the man interrupted his cunnilingus to spread more whipping cream onto the woman’s shaved pubis.

The breeze stirred a but but provided no relief from the heat. Batman unintentionally rubbed the sweat off his balls but his hand didn’t retreat from his groin. Despite his best efforts to maintain the control in which he prided himself, Batman was aroused by the display before him. The woman’s panting and moaning increased in both intensity and volume as her lover next produced a dildo from the table next to them. The man wordlessly inserted the faus-phallus into her dripping pussy then started talking to her in a low growl. He was talking the woman thru a well-thought out fantasy which involved the two of them fucking in a glass-walled hotel elevator while she was tied to the railing. The woman was obviously enjoying the visualization and responded with an increase in the frenzied pace of her hips, bouncing off the couch as her climax was drawing nearer.

Batman watched the whole scene in abject frustration, then he sighed and slowly starting to caress his now rigid shaft. He needed no lubrication as the rivulets of sweat running down his crotch provided all the moisture he needed to avoid further chaffing his inflamed member. He kept his right hand on the scope however and the moans and shrieks of the woman were propelling him to his own climax.

In retrospect, he ordinarily would have noticed the gust of wind sweeping over him from the oppo dir direction of the breeze, but the power of the sexual display before him was the cauf thf the break in his concentration.

“What are you’re doing?” Diana asked in astonishment behind him.
Batman’s hand whippff hff his throbbing organ as he turned towards her voice. As his pants were still hanging on the antenna to his right, he could only pull the cape over his exposed manhood, which was still throbbing from his recent ministrations.

“uhh…Diana. What are you doing here?” he asked in embarrassment.

“You left your comm. link open. I heard some, well, strange sounds and decided to investigate.” She replied with a smile

“Strange sounds?” he asked.

“Well, to be honest, sexual sounds.” She said with the same grin. “I thought you were stepping out on me.”

A flood of realization swept over him as he surmised that he’d accidentally connected his comm. link with the directional antenna. Diana had been listening to the whole thing!

“Well, it was really hot and I took off my pants to cool off,” he stammered weakly, “but that couple was very exciting and well, I couldn’t help myself.” He concluded lamely.

“Can I take a look?” she asked, surprising him with the request.

He wordlessly handed over the goggles and pointed to the window of the couple. Diana’s comm. link was still linked to his directional antenna and she watched for a minute without saying a word. Batman listened to the screams of the woman’s first climax and felt the familiar throb of his erect member as iggedgged for some relief. He looked over and appraised Diana, who was already suffering the effects of the heat. Pool of sweat were already visible on her body, running down her cleavage towards the hardening nipples below.

“Oh my…” Diana whispered, shocked with her own arousal from their voyeurs perch. Sweat started pooling below her breasts as the winds gusted harder, then Diana wordlessly dropped to her knees and took Batman’s cock in her mouth. She cradled his balls with one hand while her mouth started teasing the sensitive underside of his shaft, then handed the binoculars back to Batman with her free hand.

“Its okay for you to watch, if you still want to.” Diana said between the flicks of her tongue over the pulsating head of his cock. He contemplated the invitation for a second however the vision of Diana performing fellatio on him was too arousing in own own right and Batman tossed the goggles onto the satellite dish next to his pants.

Diana smiled as she continued to lick the sweat off his shorn scrotum, then raised high enough off the ground for him to release the catch on her bustier. Her breasts swung freely as the material dropped to the rooftop and Batman was even further aroused at the sight of the sweat dropping off her pert nipples.

He couldn’t take the amazing sensations of her tongue on his cock any longer and ed hed her up roughly to eye level, kissing her hard as he cupped her breasts. She protested for a second as her intent was to finish him in her mouth, then realized his intentions and allowed him to spin her around. He whipped her shorts off over her boots, throwing them on the dish. Diana placed her hands on the ledge and spread her feet more than shoulder length apart, then raised her heels off the ground to allow him the best entry angle into her glistening snatch. He quickly mounted her and there was a quick sensation of discomfort on her part as his first thrust buried his cock all of the way into her, but her arousal from blowing him had already lubricated her pussy to receive him. She closed her eyes and moaned when he reached around her hips and expertly lifted her hood, then stroked her engorged clit, which was wet from the mixture of her sweat and musk. He timed his rhythm for her pleasure, alternating the thrusts of his cock with the kingking of her clit and Diana could feel oncoming rush of sensations signaling the first of her orgasms. She urged him to increase the frequency of his thrusts then astonished herself as she started dirty talking to him in the same manner as the couple in the apartment.

“Fuck me, you sick pervert!” she yelled over her shoulder. “You’re a peeping tom who gets off on watching other people fuck, do you know that?”

“Best surveillance I’ve…ever…done…” he growled, then arched his back as his own climax started. Diana removed one of her hands from the ledge and stroked his balls as he came, feeling the first spurt of hot semen land on the crack of her ass as he pulled out and ejaculated. She spun around, taking the next of his spurts on her tits as she knelt, then took him in her mouth again, tasting the last of his cum on her tongue. She savored the salty taste of him in her mouth but their reverie was interrupted by the sound of a door banging open behind them.

Without thinking, Diana scooped up her bustier, then grabbed Batman by the shoulders and pulled him off the roof with her. She arrested their fall a few stories down, then flew them back towards the Manor. The two of them looked at each other with ear-to-ear grins and Diana increased the speed of their flight home as she was anxious to begin round two. Batman was similarly anxious to get home as he realized that neither of them was wearing anything below the waist. Any midnight denizens of Gotham were likely to get an eyeful at their current altitude.

“Get higher, Diana!” he exorted.

“I thought you liked it when people got a show.” She ed, ed, then gained more altitude as they retreated to the Manor.

The two guards were perplexed at the sight of the goggles, star-spangled shorts and grey, Kevlar lined pants hanging on the dish. “Yo, Kev! I think this is what was fucking with your reception,” the bigger one surmised.
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