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Batgirl's Uptown Affairs Part 1	By : AdultBat Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9379 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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      Like a drunk being pulled over by a cop the effects of the Siren’s trance were quickly wearing off Bruce. He called his team of lawyers and laid the foundation to reverse his actions. They counseled that in previous cases involving the Siren as soon as she showed up in court the judges all seemed to side with her. Bruce told them he wanted an all-female legal crew to come up with an effective strategy by end of business tomorrow.
       On the path to straighten out his personal affairs, Bruce now headed to the study to reacquaint himself with his civic duties as Batman. He pulled the head back on the bust and activated the secret sliding door to the Batcave. Dressing on the costume mezzanine, he went over the series of events that made him so vulnerable to the Siren’s charms. First, her music had hypnotic powers that made the victim susceptible to her commands. He could fight that with Bat-earplugs. There seemed to be different degrees of control she had. If she actually had sex with the victims the effects seemed to be stronger and last longer. He needed to avoid contact with her at all costs. It would require super human control but he felt confident the uniform gave him that power. Noting the earplugs were down in the cave he headed down the pole with his cowl in his hand.
       Hitting the cushioned landing, he burst toward the supply cabinet like a sprinter out of the blocks. He stopped in mid step when he saw the Siren and her remaining entourage standing at one of the Bat-computers, waiting for him.
       “Well, for once in my life I am speechless,” cooed the Siren. Indeed, she was so shocked she could not even muster a note.
       Batman stood in place, calm, and canvassing the room for the number of thugs accompanying her. He was determined not to make his revealed identity a problem in rounding these criminals up.
       “To think, all this time I was trying to capture Batman, I thought it would give me absolute control of Gotham City, and all along I had him. It’s a good thing I didn’t have you kill yourself as I had planned.”
       “So what will it be, Lorelei?” Batman asked. He wanted to start a conversation so he could ease his way inconspicuously to the Bat-cabinet.
       “Well, Batman, this becomes much simpler. You see, I really don’t want to sleep with every millionaire in Gotham City. So now all I have to do is sleep with the ones I like and have you take the things I want from the rest.”
       “It won’t work. People will know something is up,” Batman challenged.
       “I have judges and newspapers on my side. I become the enchanted and you become the hated criminal.”
       “The police will never allow it.” Batman made a dash for the cabinet. Just as he reached it, the Siren hit a single note, two octaves above high C and froze Batman in his tracks. Holding the note, Batman stepped away and said, “Yes, Siren?”
       “Batman I want you to start your evil ways immediately. I have Commissioner Gordon waiting for me in the van. He thinks I am going to screw him again – men, they fuck you once and think you want them all the time. Anyway, I want you to go in there and kill him. I don’t really care how but after doing it you will call the Police Chief and confess your crime. Understand?”
       “Yes, Siren.” Batman began to walk zombie like to the van. However, his superior will power began to fight off the Siren’s command and he stopped his path and transferred her command to one of her henchmen and took a swing at him.
       “Batman, stop!” and again the Siren hit the high C and forced Batman to cease. She held the note longer and walked up to him forcing him to backtrack until his back was pressed up against a cave wall. “It appears I will have to give you the special treatment, Batman. Stay against the wall.” She sang a most erotic song that seemed by facial appearances to have him but when she looked to his outfit she saw no evidence of excitement. She began again but still no reaction. Finally, she instructed him to pull his pants to his knees and doing so he released the massive bat-pole. “There, that is what I am used to.”
       Batman stood there waiting instruction. The Siren continued, “You know if I have to fuck you I want to enjoy the total fantasy. Put your mask back on. I will vanquish the Caped Crusader.
       Responding immediately to her command Batman took the cowl still tight in his hand and pulled it over his head adjusting the position of the eyeholes to the perfect fit. He tried to fight the urge to succumb but the pulsing of his erection was winning the feud. He secured the mask under his chin and said, “I am ready, Siren.”
       “Right,” the Siren responded distantly in acknowledgement. She approached him gingerly, eyeing him up and down, wowed by the larger than life spectacle of this hooded man in sleek battle-wear. His costume and storied reputation were worthy of any of the great operas. She paced back and forth several times soaking in his power. The power she was about to control. Abruptly, she stopped in front of him and grabbed his cock just below the head. She pushed and pulled it vigorously a few strokes while looking into his face. She wanted to just see Batman and his mystery, not the man under the mask. Each stroke of her hand increased the rock-hard readiness of his dick. She could feel it surging with power. She let her toga slip from her shoulders to the floor. “Are you ready to fuck me, Batman?”
       Before Batman could answer they was a small explosion followed by a commotion near the entrance of the cave. The Siren turned her head and saw Batgirl and Robin quickly dispatch with her two designated keepers of the gate with synchronized body blows and knock out punches. The skirmish barely broke their collective stride and they advanced toward the wall where she had Batman compromised.
       “Marathon, Ulysses get them!” she ordered. “Girls do what you can to help!” She knew that despite the advantage in numbers her strongest and most able warriors were at the theatre where they were supposed to have eliminated Batgirl. Now here she was ruining her moment again. “Why must these skinny girls always ruin my fun.”
       She wondered if she could screw Batman quick enough to enlist his aid but remembering the sex she had had with Bruce, she knew he could fuck from the beginning to the end of a symphony. Panicking, she hoped her crew could somehow hold them off so she could escape. Wondering what to do she realized through all this action she was still standing next to Batman and stroking his engorged lance. As Batgirl and Robin approached with determined looks. Marathon and Ulysses braced to handle the Boy Wonder and the four nymphs made a mad dash at Batgirl.
       Fighting people who are used to a good fracas is easier than the unpredictable charge of teenage girls with no set plan. They reached Batgirl all at the same time so she was not able to position them for her best defense. The momentum of the four bodies made Batgirl fall out of control on her back. The scratching, slapping, and pulling at her costume made it difficult to fend off the attack from her disadvantaged position. She tried pushing the girls off her with her hands and legs but their lithe bodies twisted and slipped out of Batgirl’s grasp. Rolling didn’t work either as she was surrounded laterally. She finally grabbed one girl’s hair but that only served to make all of them outraged at her and they increased their fury.
       Robin took Ulysses out quickly and engaged in a drawn out fistfight with Marathon. Although the Boy Wonder easily was landing more blows the thug had incredible stamina and kept coming back at him. Robin couldn’t put him out. Every time he thought he had a clear upper hand, Ulysses would get back on his feet only to be knocked down again quickly. This diversion allowed Marathon to regroup. Without a lot of practice Robin began to worry about his own ability to keep up at this pace. He glanced over at Batgirl to see if she would be helping him soon only to discover the girls holding her down as they tore off the top of her Bat costume. The distraction was proving more difficult than the fight as Robin alternated punches with glances over at the catfight. Wrestling with Batgirl earlier was nice but seeing her on her back with those magnificent orbs recoiling back and forth as she struggled with all those luscious girls who were in various states of undress themselves made for the type of theatre college boys dream about. A surefire crushing shot whizzed by his chin returning him to his clash. Reacquainted with the seriousness of his struggle he was now handicapped by the swelling lump in his briefs. The sight of his crime fighting partner’s all girl engagement put his dick on autopilot and he responded like a 19-year-old boy. His concentration was thwarted and Marathon moved in as he and Robin locked hands. Each tried to exert control by driving the other back through the strength of their legs.
       “It must be difficult to fight when you’re thinking about your next blow job, huh Robin?” Marathon goaded him.
       “Don’t worry, I can handle you and have my dick sucked at same time,” Robin charged back, furious that his boner was noticed.
       “Think so? Last time you preferred me just to do the latter,” Marathon countered quipped.
       “What are your talking about?” Robin did not understand his suggestive tone in the middle of an epic fight.
       Suddenly, Marathon slipped his left hand out of Robin’s right hand and inserted it under the green briefs and directly on Robin’s hard tool. “Feel familiar, Robin? Or should I put my velvet gloves back on?” He pulled playfully on the young superhero’s meat.
       The recognition of the touch shocked him and realization of his blindfolded encounter caused Robin’s temper to snap. He head butted Marathon squarely sending him back and stunned. He then took three steps and propelled himself airborne with his foot aimed to strike and crush his violator’s face.

       Seeing young Robin’s hard-on while fighting Marathon, the Siren was reminded that she could control him and the sequestered Commissioner Gordon with one well pitched note. She let go of Batman’s waiting rocket and stood to position herself to sing. She inhaled deeply just as Robin connected with the kick to Marathon. The impact made Marathon’s body propelled him backwards, crashing into her and causing her to lose her balance. She spun but as she collapsed her mouth fell directly on to the stiff eleven-inch python of Batman. The angle in which she fell made him penetrate her mouth completely and despite his spell, Batman instinctively grabbed the back of her neck and refused to let the Siren pull away from sucking him off. The more she tried to push away the more he held her in place.

       Robin landed on his feet and pirouetted back toward Ulysses. He saw the glass jawed thug on all fours struggling to rise but Robin sent him down for good with a sharp upper-cutting kick that snapped the hooligan’s head back and almost lifted him off the ground. Shattered and senseless, Ulysses hit the ground without any break to his fall. Robin was blind with fury and frustrated that he could not reverse what had happened. With a spin that whistled the wind he turned his focus to the struggle Batgirl was suffering through.

       The skirmish Batgirl was enduring was more annoying than defeating. She hadn’t been gain control but she was not being pummeled either. Stripped of her top she lost important armor and the girls took advantage of her exposure by pulling and twisting her nipples (which had become quite erect by the ploy) and biting her on her arms, shoulders, and breasts. She tried to concentrate on one girl at a time but they moved so frenetically that her better strategy lay in holding them off until they lost their interest.
       Suddenly, she saw one of the girls literally fly off of her as being sucked away. Through a clearance she saw that Robin had lifted her with one arm and thrown her back. Another one of the girls was soon airborne as well as Robin resembled a kid pulling off the wrapping paper of a highly anticipated gift. In no time he had discarded her tormentors leaving her still on her back and slightly breathless. Her chest heaved and arched up as she absorbed some oxygen. She straightened her mask that had gone askew as the girls tried to pull it off. Robin hovered over her and she thought he was going to extend a hand to help her up. Instead, he fell to his knees between her legs and began fumbling to get a grip on the waistband of her pants. He tried to pull them down forcibly. Thankfully, the clinging fabric and his inability to work them quickly around her butt gave Batgirl time to react. “Robin, what are you doing?” she screamed at him. He offered no reply and now had managed to lower her kevlar tights to the top of her thighs, exposing her stubbled mons pubis for the second time that night.
       Robin reached into his briefs and pulled out his conditioned member. The tip was already lathered in pre-cum and he reached for Batgirl’s right breast and clutched it tightly, not romantically. “Robin, get the fuck off of me right now,” Batgirl commanded with a seething anger. She looked beyond his mask and into his eyes but they were vacant. She realized that he was not in control of his actions. It did not resemble the tranced look of the Siren’s victims. It was more demonic.
       He wasn’t restraining her so she recoiled and let go with a jarring right to his jaw followed by a bruising slug near his temple. He fell sideways, over her leg, and she scrambled to retreat to a position of more defensive posture. However, Robin did not advance. He stood up, shook his head, and looked over at the Siren bent over and piping Batman. He walked over with his dick still hanging out at attention, and stood behind the Siren. He made some exaggerated gestures with his hands as if sizing up her big butt then placed his hands on her hips and plunged in.

       The Siren’s plan was not working at all. In fact she had lost all control and was now in fearing the real danger of losing her weapon and her gift. She always was careful to avoid oral sex. Her livelihood was her voice and she protected it vigorously. She never took anyone deeper than the head of their penis and always in the beginning of foreplay to avoid any early ejaculators. Now, she was not only going deep but doing so on one of the largest cocks she could imagine. She felt each of his thrusts bruising the back of her throat and his penetration was stretching her air passageway. She thought about al the opportunities she had to practice fellatio in the past but had always been too eager to immerse dicks into her pussy. Suddenly, amidst her worrying, she felt the intrusion of a large dick entering her from behind. She had no idea who it was but the culprit was pumping into her fast and furiously. When the combined thrusts coincided she felt her vocal cords tearing. Tears welled in her eyes as her greed and revenge were revealing their shallow rewards.

       Despite Robin’s above average girth he had trouble staying in the Siren. The syndication of his angle of penetration and the size of her butt made him keep slipping out. All he wanted to do was cum and prove that it was women that turned him on not men. After Batgirl rebuked him he chose to fuck the Siren instead of one of the nymphs because he also wanted to teach her a lesson for disgracing him so. Each time he entered her he tried to pump as quickly as his hips would move but each time he began to get to the point of exploding he fell out and was flopping in the air. Now he felt that he was in good enough and he was finally going to get off. But she shifted and out he popped again. This time he said enough and directed his dick into her anus whereby he immediately detonated his tonnage. The abrupt invasion of her ass made the Siren emit a shriek that shattered several computer screens despite it being muffled by Batman’s dick. As she yelped, Batman jettisoned his seed deep into her cavity filling her mouth and coating her throat. Both pulled out of her at the same time and she collapsed onto the floor. Batman and Robin looked at each other and swapped smirks. They acquainted themselves with a new level of bonding.
       They pulled up their respective costumes and moved toward each other. They stood apart from each for a moment then Batman extended his hand, which Robin accepted with respect.
       “Welcome home, chum,” Batman paternalistically entreated. He put his arm around Robin and walked toward Batgirl who had fully reassembled her costume and was brushing herself off. He wanted to say something meaningful to her but the look he was receiving from her told him to keep it official. “Why don’t you take your father back to Gotham City while Robin and I clean up the riff-raff here.
       “Her father?” Robin repeated. I thought Commissioner Gordon was in the van.”
       “Come Robin,” Batman began as he turned the Boy Wonder around, “You and I have a lot of catching up to do.”

       About a week later Barbara finally returned Bruce’s calls and agreed to meet him in the afternoon at Wayne Manor. She had spent the week in seclusion, not even seeing Lawrence, because she did not know how to explain the teeth marks in her bosoms and the rope burn on her neck. She had chosen the afternoon because she intended to go from Wayne Manor to Lawrence’s upper Eastside townhouse.
       Thankfully, the conversation skipped the usual banal pleasantries. Bruce informed her that the Siren and crew were in jail and awaiting trial. In the struggle (his words) the Siren sustained permanent damage to her vocal chords that made her incapable of re-entering the world of crime. For good measure they made sure all memories of their revealed identities were erased. Robin had gone back to school.
       “Are you sure Dick is all right?” Barbara interrupted, “that night - or was it morning by then - in the Batcave he was possessed.”
       “Well, you have to understand he had been through a lot in a very short period and the revelation of what happened during his capture was a bit overwhelming.”
       “What I do understand, thank you very much, is that I have had to deal with many rapists in my brief career either fending them off or pursuing them and, let me tell you, he had the same look in his eyes as they do.”
       “Barbara, I think that opinion is a bit extreme. After all, he is not the same product of the streets as the scum you and I have dealt with.”
       Without pausing, Bruce continued, “Barbara, I want you back in my life. I know that these past few months have been difficult but I still think we belong together. And, I think you know it, too. I miss you. You represent the best relationship I ever had.”
       His words and delivery were sincere. Maybe with the most sincerity she ever heard come from his mouth. “Bruce…I still love you, probably I always will. But this is not a good time for us to be together. There is still too much hurt and anger in me to be with you right now. Besides, I have started seeing someone else.”
       Bruce had prepared for many of her potential objections but the revelation that someone else was in the picture took him by surprise. “You are? I can’t believe it. Whom may I ask are you seeing?”
       “Lawrence Pierce, I met him the day after I caught you screwing the Siren.”
       “But Barbara, that’s not fair. I was under her spell. I can’t be accountable for my actions with her.”
       “I’m not so sure about that, Bruce. Anyway, it doesn’t matter. I like him and I want to be with him right now.”
       “Larry is an egghead. Couldn’t you come up with someone wimpier? What does he have that I don’t? Let me guess. Barbara, you are selling out for more money.”
       “Don’t be ridiculous or cruel. It doesn’t become you. I care for him, Bruce. All this money – mine, yours, his – has never meant much to me. And his name is Lawrence, he doesn’t like ‘Larry’.”
       “Well, I hope you and Larry are happy. Thanks for stopping by. I really thought you were different, Barbara Gordon.”
       She did not want to fight him. He was wrong but he was wrong because he was hurt and she could not help him in that regard. He had to come to terms with their relationship by himself. She stood up and said a meek good-bye.

                The ride from Wayne Manor to Lawrence’s townhouse was like two different trips. She left the estate sad and unsure. However, as the car maneuvered its way back into the City she began to feel a budding excitement at seeing Lawrence again. She liked the way he referred to her as his ‘Downtown girl’. She needed his embrace and to share a bed all night long with him. Barbara flung open the car door and ran up the stoop to ring his bell. He answered himself and let her into the entrance. Suitcases and computer bags were aligned.
                “Lawrence, where are you going? I thought we were going to spend the night together.” Her heart was sinking.
                “I know, Barbara darling, but something has come up unexpectedly on the coast and I must attend to it personally.”
                “Can’t it wait? Can’t I come with you?” She sounded like a pouting child and she knew it, but tonight she needed to be selfish.
                “I’m sorry but I can’t accommodate you on either front. It’s terribly pressing and my jet is waiting for me.”
                “But you were going to show me your library.” She knew her little girl act would wear thin soon but she couldn’t mask her disappointment. Her spirit thirsted for affirmation after the difficult afternoon with Bruce. “Are you leaving me?”
“Hey Downtown girl, I will return and, when I shall, it will be memorable.” The driver let himself in and grabbed some bags. Lawrence grabbed the rest of the luggage and turned to her as he was slipping out the door, “I promise: your uptown affair has more chapters to follow.”
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