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Superman Fucks Gotham	By : SierraLee Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 78613 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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This is part two of my ridiculous story, just remember that both comic book logic and crazy sex fantasy rules are in effect! If you already knew that and you're back for more, thank you so much for your encouragement!
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Clark Kent had never liked Arkham Asylum. He believed that anyone could change and redeem themselves, or at least he wanted to believe it, but the grim castle had nothing to do with redemption. A long time ago he'd argued with Bruce about whether or not it did any good. In the end he'd let it go, since Gotham was Bruce's turf.
But now Arkham was Clark's problem. After fucking Poison Ivy into submission, he'd dropped her off at the asylum because he wasn't sure what else to do. She hadn't resisted anything he did until she realized that he was going to leave her, but instead of fighting she'd only looked at him desperately.
That was the reason he went back to visit her. Clark stepped inside the room that contained her cell, a specially prepared cube of glass that would theoretically keep her from using her plants to escape. It would probably last a month or two before she got free. At least, that was how it used to work. Once the guards closed the door behind him, Clark cleared his throat.
"Superman!" Ivy leapt from her bunk and rushed to the side nearest him. The Arkham uniform wasn't exactly flattering, but it wasn't shapeless enough to hide the curve of her hips. "Did you change your mind? You still own me... say the word, and I'm yours..."
As she spoke she pressed herself up against the glass, the pressure revealing the shape and size of her breasts. Clark's lips were suddenly very dry, but he forced himself to focus. "Are you going to break out of Arkham as soon as I leave?"
"You're really leaving me here? Please, Superman, fuck me! Just once more!"
"If... if you cause any more trouble, I won't fuck you. How does that sound?"
She drew back from the window in horror. "No! I'll... I'll be good, I promise!"
"Good. Stay here."
"Until when?" Ivy slid her tongue over her lips slowly. "Your threat doesn't work unless you come back to fuck me... you're not just leaving me in here, are you? You have some kind of plan?"
"I..." Clark shook his head. "I don't know yet. Goodbye, Ivy."
He turned away from her cell and marched out before he could second-guess himself. The slightest thought brought back his memories of how tight she'd felt wrapped around his cock, and he didn't need that right now. It brought to mind ideas of control he thought he'd abandoned a long time ago. Clark determinedly set his mind to more important things.
On his way out he glanced at the guard, wondering if he'd heard anything. But the middle-aged man simply sat at his desk, fiddling with his phone. Clark frowned, but decided it wasn't his place to object.
"Excuse me, can you tell me what happened to the security booth that used to be here?"
"Eh?" The man scratched his head and then shrugged. "Was there a booth here?"
"I distinctly remember security being better last time I visited."
"Yeah, well, the people higher up the chain keep changing everything every few months. You get used to it. Right now security is pretty light, but it has its upsides. Especially when we get chicks like that." The guard jabbed his thumb toward Ivy's cell. "While escorting her around, maybe I'll get to cop a feel, you know?"
Superman felt his eyes begin to heat up and controlled himself. He told himself what bothered him was the guard's corruption and apathy, but part of him was angry that the guard would touch Ivy. She was his.
Realizing what he was thinking, Clark brought himself under control. "Isn't seducing guards exactly the way she usually escapes?"
The guard shrugged. "Worth it."
"Worth it? Doesn't she usually kill the people she seduces?"
"Sure, but they die happy. Even if she doesn't fuck you, hell of a way to go." The guard saw his expression and rolled his eyes. "Pardon my French, Superman. This ain't Metropolis."
"I see that." Clark gave him a cold stare and sped the rest of the way out of Arkham Asylum in an instant.
Once he was high overhead, wrapped in the brooding clouds that always seemed over hover above Gotham, Clark managed to cool down. He wasn't himself, but thinking about that never helped. Instead he focused on what he needed to do.
The Bat-Signal had been Gordon, one last desperate attempt before the police department shut the signal down. Based on their conversation, it sounded like the corruption in Gotham City had gotten a lot worse and the few honest cops had their hands tied. Gordon had evidence that criminal were massing for some kind of massive assault, but he couldn't do anything to stop it.
An assault actually sounded like a relief to Clark. That was a problem he could solve with a few punches. Instead he faced a city positively riddled with crimes. From where he hovered, he could hear and see a thousand separate incidents. And there was so little he could do.
Even at top speed, he couldn't stop all of them. Not without risking killing the criminals, and certainly not while contacting the police or helping the victims. Bruce had been right: the only way to control Gotham was through fear. That wasn't something Clark was good at - even random security guards didn't respect him here.
Though he didn't have any solutions, Clark had to keep moving. He flew down to Wayne Manor and scanned it carefully, but it remained abandoned. Alfred had been at the funeral, but Clark wasn't sure what had happened to him after that. Few rooms had been used recently and didn't seem to contain any useful information, so Clark headed down to the Batcave.
Everything there was in disarray, but contained no clues that would help interpret Bruce's last words. Even the computer gave little hint what he had been doing, at least not the parts that weren't security locked. Eventually Clark managed to pull up all of Bruce's recent searches. That finally got him somewhere.
It seemed that Bruce had been obsessed with finding some sort of artifact - he hadn't known exactly what it was, but he had a shipping manifest that suggested it was being stored somewhere in the city. Not only that, there was a massive bounty from Gotham's underworld to anyone who could steal it.
None of the information told him exactly what the object was, but some of the searches suggested that it might put off unnatural levels of thermal energy. Strange... but something he could work with. Clark flew out of the Batcave and circled around the city once before settling on the docks. The warehouses there were the most likely holding place for a mysterious artifact.
Superman could focus his eyes to see the thermal spectrum, but the skill wasn't nearly as precise as his x-ray vision. The city was filled with sources of heat, but he gradually filtered out the bodies and motors and scanned what remained. One warehouse in particular leapt out at him, so he flew down toward it. Strangely, the door was already unlocked, so he floated inside and began searching.
There was definitely an unnatural source of heat in the building, but he couldn't pinpoint its exact location. It didn't help that he had no idea what he was looking for, either. Clark hovered in the center of the warehouse, considering the problem. Given enough time, he might be able to pinpoint the artifact with reasonable certainty, but...
Someone else was already in the warehouse.
She crouched on the other side of a row of boxes, but Clark effortlessly looked straight through them. Selina Kyle, better known as Catwoman. Her skintight black outfit covered all of her body except her face and part of her neck, yet left almost nothing to the imagination. As she rose to her feet, the muscles of her legs shifted in a way that made Clark finally understand what "fuck me heels" meant.
That led his eyes to her fantastically tight ass and soon to the rest of her. Though she had a gymnast's muscles, she also had some impressive curves. Dark hair was tucked into a cat-eared hat, and as Clark watched Selina lowered a pair of goggles to her eyes.
Night vision goggles, judging from the way she looked at him and began moving toward the entrance. Clark let her move out from behind the boxes before speaking.
"Are they storing some kind of cat-related jewelry here?"
Her body froze in place in mid-step, deliciously taut. Clark started to reprimand himself for looking at her that way, but realized that it hardly mattered after what he'd already done. After a still moment, Selina slid to her feet and put a hand on her hip. "How'd you catch me?"
"X-ray vision, remember?" Clark folded his arms and floated between her and the door.
"Aww, that's not fair," Selina pouted at him. "But I haven't stolen anything, honest."
"Coming from someone who calls herself 'Catwoman' because she's a cat-burglar, that's not really very believable."
"Honestly, it's true! I didn't say I wasn't planning to steal anything, just that I haven't yet. What I'm looking for isn't here, unfortunately." Selina sauntered in his direction, unzipping the front of her outfit enough to reveal just a hint of her impressive cleavage. "But I guess I did break into this warehouse - oops! What if I... found a way to make it up to you?"
"Okay."
Selina blinked and her seductive movements faltered. "Wait, what?"
"You're suggesting something sexual in return for not taking you to jail?" Clark shrugged. "You're not one of the murderous lunatics, so that seems reasonable."
"Well, then." Selina's smile grew wider. "I didn't really expect that to work, but I can't say I'm disappointed. I've always wanted to know if you were a man of steel or just faster than a speeding bullet."
She said it like it was clever, instead of a joke that every single teenage boy had thought of at least once. But Clark didn't think saying that would fit the mood, so he just raised an eyebrow. "Want to find out?"
"Ooh, saucy! Kitty likes!" Selina practically oozed across the distance between them, her hips rolling from side to side. When she reached him, she leaned up on the tips of her toes to kiss him.
Superman responded with just as much passion and she quickly began exploring his mouth. While their tongues wrestled, her fingers trailed down his chest and his abs before finding his cock. She worked it out of his trunks and began sliding her hand up and down his shaft, as if she thought it was already hard.
As he began to stiffen to his full length, Selina made a soft surprised sound. When she started to pull away from the kiss, Superman wrapped an arm around her back and pressed her hard against him. His tongue stopped exploring and starting invading. Selina moaned and her hand pumped harder around his swelled organ. Superman kept her pinned a while longer before finishing the searing kiss.
"Whoa..." Selina staggered back a step, though her hand stayed wrapped around his cock. "This little guy isn't so little at all! How do you keep him under control?"
"Practice." Superman slid his hands from her waist up her body, intending to unzip her suit, but Selina batted at his fingers. He barely felt it, but didn't press the issue.
"Nuhuhuh. It's better with the costumes on... and I want to get a good look at this monster." She pushed up her goggles and sank down toward his cock. With both her hands on his length she still didn't have all of it, her breath wafting hot on his skin. "God, even with two hands I don't feel like I have this thing under control. You really earn your name!"
He pushed forward, nudging the tip of his cock against her cheek. She gave it a playful lick before pulling away.
"Down, boy! I'm going to give you all the attention you deserve, trust me." Selina slid her face alongside his length, then met his gaze and slowly licked him from base to tip.
When she finally reached the end, her hands grasped him again while her tongue danced around his head. It felt like his size was throwing her off, but she had plenty of skill, flicking the underside just perfectly. After a few minutes exploring his cock with her tongue, she finally took his head into her mouth and began bobbing her head, just a little.
After several times she took him in further and almost immediately gagged. Her throat convulsing around him felt great, but he wanted more. Superman could have grabbed her head and rammed his cock down her throat, but Clark didn't want to do that. Or so he told himself. Besides, her blowjob still felt incredible and she was working him well with her hands.
"I don't suppose you're about to give me some milk?" Selina pulled back and stared at him - his cock, not his face. She looked so enraptured that Clark didn't even say anything about how far she was taking the cat puns. He didn't need to say anything at all. "I... I have to give this thing a try... just... just to see..."
Her justifications faded away. After a moment Selina shook herself and rose back to her feet. With a deft movement, she undid the lower part of her outfit, revealing her completely shaved pussy. She gave him a sly wink.
"Convenient, isn't it? Trust me, big guy, if you've never been with a cat, you have no idea what you're getting into?"
"Don't I?" he answered in a low voice. It made her shiver, but she was too far gone to back down now.
Abruptly Selina whipped one of her legs into the air. Superman watched it with only curiosity, since it was no possible threat to him. Midway through the movement, he realized that she wasn't kicking him, she was just raising her leg to show off her acrobatic skill.
A moment later she was pressed against him again, except one of her legs was up against his chest. It was an insanely flexible position, and he could feel the heat of her pussy against his thigh. Selina glanced at him and gave a smug smile when she saw her maneuver had the intended effect.
"See? Not many women could manage this, and it's going to get even better." She worked herself into a better position and he enjoyed the feeling of her shapely leg and thigh moving against his chest. Eventually with his support she managed to get her lips positioned over his upright cock. Then she eased down onto him.
Her pussy gripped him like a vise, offering constant new sensations as she had to shift her weight to keep her balance. Selina groaned and twisted, several short locks of hair escaping from her cap. She had still only taken part of his cock inside her and she was slowing down. Superman slid an hand around her waist but just held it there. With a little pressure he could have impaled her on his cock, but he wanted to see what she would do. Besides, it felt good to have her convulsing on him.
"Too fucking big," Selina breathed. She pushed herself off him a little but couldn't get much leverage. After a long groan she shook her head. "Damn, I can't take a tool that big this way. But God, I want it..."
Superman wanted to throw her down so he could see the perfect globes of her ass and pound away inside her, but he had a theory about what she was doing. Still, he was getting impatient and at her current rate it would take her forever to take all of his cock. She shifted her leg off his shoulder as if she was going to dismount.
Before she could slip off him, Superman grabbed her ass. That meant his arm hooked her leg underneath her knee, and more importantly it meant he was holding her up with his own strength. He took a moment to enjoy her ass, which was every bit as taut as he'd expected.
"Finally taking... some initiative?" Selina tried to smile cockily, but it didn't entirely work when she was flushed and gasping while he held her over his cock.
Instead of answering, Superman began to lower her onto his length. His head easily spread her lower lips and began pushing inside her. Selina grabbed his shoulders, trying to slow herself down.
"Easy there! I need a while to get used to this - aah!" Superman dropped her for just a moment, abruptly putting another inch of his length inside her. While Selina tried to catch her breath, he slowed down, easing his cock inside her bit by bit. She wasn't as unbelievably tight as before, but now he felt like he could sink all the way into her pussy.
When his entire length was finally inside her, Selina murmured and shifted her hips a little. "Damn, I don't think I'll ever get used to this thing. But I'm ready. Alright, big guy, fuck me apart!"
He shifted his grip on her hips and lifted her once before dropping her into his first thrust. Superman didn't give her everything he had, since he doubted she could take it, but it seemed to be more than enough for her. While she bucked and moaned he slid her up and down his cock, enjoying the convulsions around his length.
"Fuck!" Selina wrapped her arms fully around his neck, clinging to him desperately while he pounded inside her. That made it harder to keep the pace he wanted, but he got to feel her tits pushed up against his body. Wrapped tightly in her skintight outfit, they easily slid up and down his chest.
Shockingly soon, Selina came hard. Clark decided to let himself come too, spurting cum deep inside her. For a long time she clutched him for dear life while spasming on his cock, but eventually she slumped against him. A deep sigh floated from her, and suddenly she seemed to remember herself.
"Not, uh, not bad there, big guy!" She pushed herself and he let go, letting her hop off his softening cock. Her half-mocking expression was ruined when she landed and staggered as her legs nearly gave out. "Haven't gotten laid like that in a while."
"Just stay on the right side of the law from now on." Clark put his cock back inside his tights and frowned sternly at her. Selina giggled.
"Wow, you really are a boy scout. But with a package like that, you can be whatever you want!" She blew him a kiss and then flounced away. "See you around, big guy!"
Clark nodded, but she had already slipped away into the shadows.
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The light from the last streetlamp slid over Selina's body, then she was fully in darkness. Her hideout lay several streets from the opposite side of the docks, a little corner cloaked in shadow. Selina hummed a song as she approached her door, swaying her hips from side to side more than necessary.
That little trip had been far more successful than she'd ever imagined. Not only had she obtained her target item, she'd gotten the best fuck of her life. Superman was way better hung than she'd expected, even if he didn't know how to use it. He probably would have been more comfortable with missionary position.
Selina giggled to herself and unzipped her suit down to her navel. It still held her breasts together, so she had to slip her fingers between them to remove the item. Just a little key, unremarkable except for how utterly black it was. She didn't really care, so long as the reward for it was real.
"Oh, Superman, you adorable goof." Selina held up the key, admiring the dark shine. "When it's this much fun to toy with guys like you, did you actually think I'd ever give up crime?"
"Not really."
She gasped and whirled, but it was already too late: the key was gone. Superman floated behind her, examining it curiously. She hadn't even seen any movement, he'd just taken the key from her quicker than she could blink. After a moment, he looked up at her.
"Even if I didn't know what you were trying to do, I would have heard you gloating. You should be more careful with how much you talk to yourself."
So he was playing with her, and he had been since the beginning. Suddenly, Superman's fancy morals seemed less adorably old-fashioned and more of a huge relief. He could splatter her across the pavement, but he wouldn't... would he? After all, she hadn't expected Superman to agree to her offer, either.
"In my defense, the guy I usually play with doesn't hear everything in the fucking city." She smiled coyly and shifted her weight to one leg, simultaneously pushing her breasts out. He paid attention, which meant he might not notice that her hand had crept to the whip at her waist.
"Now, tell me what this is." Superman gestured with the key. Selina forced herself to keep smiling.
"Sorry, big guy, I have no idea. All I know is that it's worth a lot to the right people."
"Who, specifically?"
"I wish I knew. The reward for it from the local mafia only makes sense if they can sell it to someone else. I was hoping to figure out who and cut out the middleman, but I hadn't gotten that far."
He didn't answer immediately, instead pondering the key. Shrouded in darkness and no longer posing like a model citizen, Superman made Selina shiver. Could he really be as powerful as all the stories claimed? If something had changed, if he had gone bad...
"You win this round, alright? I know what curiosity does to cats like me, so I'll just bow out now. We had a good time together, right? You can trust me not to-"
"No." The word rumbled from him, reverberating through her entire body. Superman's eyes shifted up to her and an electric shiver ran down Selina's body. Staring at her like that he looked so serious, so powerful... even though she was in danger, her nipples were pressing hard against her suit.
Before he could move, Selina struck. Her whip uncoiled in an instant and lashed out, snaking around the key and pulling it back to-
Except it missed. Selina stared in shock, there was no way she could miss at such a close distance. Yet her whip had snapped out and came back with nothing. Superman was holding the key a few inches lower than its former position with a half-smile on his face.
"A whip? Really? Don't you remember your 'faster than a speeding bullet' quip?"
Selina took a step back and slid both hands behind her. The position showed off her assets, which she hoped might distract him long enough for her to escape. Except that was insane, there was no way... "Sorry... can you blame me for trying?"
"It's not a matter of blame, it's a matter of consequences." Superman began floating forward.
Instantly Selina sprang into the air, her whip lashing out. She knew it couldn't hurt him, but she might be able to pull him off balance for a second and get into the shadows. His eyes and ears couldn't be perfect, she'd find a way to-
Her whip coiled around his neck and Selina jerked in midair - and she nearly lost hold of her whip. His body didn't give at all, as unyielding as if she'd struck a building. While she was still in the air, ruing her mistake, Superman jerked his neck backward slightly.
She flew through the air and collided with a body as hard as a brick wall. He moved back slightly at the last second so the impact wasn't painful, but it still knocked the wind out of her. Her whip uncoiled from his neck and then dropped. Selina would have collapsed if he hadn't wrapped an arm around her, pressing her body against his powerful muscles.
"This is your hideout, I take it?" Superman destroyed her steel-reinforced door with a flick of his free hand and floated inside before kicking the door closed. The inside was a mess, covered in old clothes and lingerie. Most of the floor taken up by a bed and the walls had only a few posters except the one with the a large mirror. Superman tossed her onto the bed. "It's time to finish what we started."
The words sent a thrill through Selina's body that pooled between her thighs. She'd already seen that there was no way she could fight him, so was submitting so bad? When he'd been pretending before she'd come so hard her mind went blank, so if he fucked her for real...
Selina slithered down the bed and arched her back a little, her suit barely containing her breasts. "So that's how it is, big guy? How do you want me?"
"However I want."
Before she even realized what was happening, even realized he was moving, Selina had been flipped onto her stomach and the bottom part of her costume torn off. Superman jerked her arms behind her - except that he could have torn her arms off, so he must be treating her gently. Since her strength was useless Selina didn't resist at all, and soon her arms were tied behind her. It felt like he'd used her own whip... God, she was unbelievably wet.
Thankfully he stopped moving with super speed, giving her time to anticipate and enjoy his touch. His strong hands slid along her thighs before lifting her hips into the air. Selina gladly positioned herself for him. Her pussy was aching worse than she had imagined possible, desperate to be filled by his hard length again.
She felt the tip of his cock against her folds and moaned. When she tried to push back against him, she simply didn't move. One hand on her ass was enough to stop her as surely as a wall. Yet as she squirmed in need, part of Selina's mind that was still functioning realized that she was not going to have a problem with Superman teasing her. If anything, it would be the exact opposite.
As he got a firm grip on her hips, Selina repositioned herself for a brutal fucking. If Superman thrust his entire beast of a cock inside her, she'd break, and she wanted to break.
Yet to her surprise, he began to penetrate her slowly. She squirmed, at first desperate for more, then began trying to escape as he just kept coming. It was going in deeper and deeper, filling more and more until he utterly overwhelmed her. When she finally felt his firm muscles against her ass she shuddered. Never had she felt so utterly filled.
Superman pulled out half way and thrust back into her, not particularly hard, yet enough to make her buckle in pleasure. Her face pushed into the bed, Selina could just barely see them in her mirror. She realized that he wasn't being gentle with her, he was just taking her exactly the way he wanted.
That ignited the pleasure inside her and Selina began bucking beneath him wildly. He sped up and she gladly received every thrust. This wasn't sex she was using to manipulate or taunt anyone, it was just sex. She didn't need to do anything except enjoy it, and judging from Superman's grunt he appreciated her desperate pursuit of her own pleasure.
An orgasm wracked her body and she would have fallen to the bed if he hadn't held her up. This time he was still rock solid inside her, and though he eased off briefly while she recovered he was soon hammering into her pussy again. And she couldn't help but scream and push back against him.
"Fuck me, Superman! I'll be your little kitten forever, your little slut! Fuck, that's good! Just give your kitty your cream and-"
"I get it already!" Superman growled, and he doubled his pace. The pleasure became so intense it almost approached pain and the physical effort of keeping up with him stole all her breath.
It was like fucking a tank, no, an earthquake. Superman leaned over her to fondle her breasts and his body was firm and comforting steel. His power could have destroyed her, yet the only thing he wrecked was her pussy, giving her pleasure that utterly exhausted her.
After another thunderous orgasm, Selina lay as limp as a rag doll. Superman kept thrusting into her and no doubt he could go all night, but she had her limits. Selina managed to look back at him and catch a few breaths between his thrusts.
"Please... please... I... can't..."
"Fine." Superman abruptly pivoted her on the bed, so fast that her head spun. His cock stayed buried inside of her, but now they faced her mirror.
As he continued with slower thrusts, Superman unzipped her suit to the ripped section. He hooked one finger in the knotted whip around her arms and lifted her up into the air before pulling her suit away. Her breasts finally bounced free and she could see him watching them in the mirror. After a moment of consideration, he flicked off her cap, freeing her tousled hair.
Superman began to fuck her without reservation, and even though Selina was exhausted she found herself transfixed by the sight of them. He looked as enormous behind her as he felt inside her, a dominating super-man. She could only writhe on his cock, her head tossing and her breasts heaving.
Abruptly he tangled his hand in her hair, pulling it up so she had no choice but to look at them. At the same time he shifted his grip on her arms, moving her into the perfect position. He began thrusting even harder than he had before, hammering Selina's pleasure higher and higher until her entire world became a shattering explosion of ecstasy.
When she came back to herself, the first sensation she realized was emptiness. He had pumped enormous amounts of cum inside her, but without his cock she felt hollowed out. She was lying on her side, body slack as it finally relaxed.
Beyond that, though, something deeper had changed. Her mind was fuzzy and her memories shifted. None of it made any sense, and it was much easier just to focus on the warm afterglow of pleasure. Sex like that was enough to make her give up stealing. It was enough to make her give up everything except worshipping him.
That thought finally brought her back enough to focus on him. Superman sat at the edge of the bed, several expressions playing over his face. He looked thoughtful, but perhaps a little guilty. Guilty was one thing he definitely shouldn't feel, but Selina took a while to find her breath.
"What... what happens now?"
"I'm not sure." He looked back at her with concern. "Are you alright?"
"Oh, I'm a lot better than alright." Selina twisted onto her back and flopped gracelessly. She found herself grinning at him, probably stupidly, like he'd fucked her brains out. Well, as good as she was feeling, she didn't care. "Seriously, what are you going to do with the key?"
"I know it's important, but I don't know why."
"I can try to help you find out."
He looked back at her, a little surprised. "You'd help me?"
"Sure I would. What were you thinking would happen?" Selina frowned as she looked at him. Superman didn't look the same, as if he was holding himself back. There was something sad about this restrained version of him. "You weren't seriously going to throw me in jail after all this, were you?"
"I don't know." Superman sighed heavily. "That's how it used to work, but things are different now. If not that, then what?"
"Nothing has to change. Keep doing whatever you're doing and take me with you. If I can help, I'll help, but at the very least you can keep fucking me. God, please keep fucking me, whatever else you do."
"Huh." Superman stared at her for a long moment, then nodded. "Perhaps you're right. I'll sleep on it."
It seemed he meant that literally, because he floated to lie on the bed. Almost as an afterthought he tore apart her whip to free her arms and pulled her close to himself. Selina didn't think of herself as much of a cuddler, but she was glad to lay against him just to recover.
Soon his breathing changed to become slow and regular. Selina tried to consider if she had enough energy left to get up and leave, but soon she realized that it didn't matter. Part of her had pretended that she was just tricking him so she could escape, but that was a lie. Even if he wasn't able to track her down anywhere, she couldn't leave him.
Selina wriggled to put more of herself on his chest, feeling the comforting wall of muscle. Superman lay completely peacefully, as if he knew that she wouldn't consider running away. She couldn't even hate him for the smug assumption, because he was right.
No, he'd only get one surprise in the morning, and that would be her sucking his cock. But the very thought made Selina's exhausted body cry out objections, so she let herself drift to sleep on top of Superman. They could go again tomorrow.
X X X
Across Gotham City, a grim junkyard filled with criminals. Most carried weapons openly, blades and clubs if not assault rifles. They scowled and snapped at one other, arguing over what they would do next. Arguing because none of them were in charge and they all knew it.
"We sure it was really him?" one thug grunted.
"Course it's him!" another snarled. "You know many superheroes running around with a big 'S' on their chest?"
"Just don't seem right. If somebody like Superman shows up here, it's for real serious shit. He doesn't come down to the streets. Doesn't change anything."
"Well, that green bitch is back in Arkham because of him. He's here."
"Then what the fuck are we gonna do? Shoot him with all this?"
"Naw, it's like you said. He'll fight the biguns. We'll carry on like always."
"Yeah, but-"
"Boys!" A cheerful voice cut them off and all the thugs turned to look to the source. "Let's not get bickerin' now! It's almost time for tha plan!"
Harley Quinn stood as a shocking flash of color and femininity in the junkyard. Her outfit clung to her sinful curves, and the thugs openly stared at her in lust. But they didn't dare touch her, not with the lean figure beneath a street lamp at the edge of the junkyard. He'd been crouched there all night, playing with a set of cards, only his green hair visible.
"Glad all you boys are listening to reason! No matter whether or not Supes has shown up, Mistah J will have a plan!" Harley turned and grinned toward the figure. "Yoohoo, Mistah J! You want to tell us the plan now?"
"Superman in Gotham?" The green head finally shifted, teeth glinting in the light. "That's pretty funny."
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Next chapter: showdown at Gotham City Hall, Harley Quinn's first appearance, the return of Poison Ivy, and a threesome! Really, I'm pretty sure I can get all that in there. It might get kind of crazy.
My plan is to keep publishing this story on AFF, a new chapter every month. I'm pretty sure that's a rate I can keep up no matter what's happening in my life, so you'll get consistent updates of sexy fun until the ending. As always, feel free to let me know what you want to see in the comments section!
If you want more of my writing before next month, though, not all of my work is available here. View my profile for more details - if you like this, you'll probably like my other work. Like I said, I definitely plan to finish this story here, but if anyone else wants to check out the rest of my work, I'd be super happy about that too! See you next time!
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