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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman nor any other of the characters in this story. This is a work of FanFiction and I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's Note:
Long-time fans of Batman in the comics may have recognized the name of Selina’s crazy ex-boyfriend, Judson Caspian...
First appearing in Detective #575 (Batman: Year Two), the elder Judson Caspian was Gotham’s first dark vigilante, the murderous figure known as “The Reaper”. Dressing as a black-and-crimson incarnation of Death, the terrifying image of the Reaper was the last thing many of Gotham’s criminals would ever see.
In my story however, Judson Caspian did not become the Reaper. He is simply a wealthy man who lost his beloved wife tragically to a botched robbery. Since that time, Caspian has dedicated himself to various right-wing movements in Gotham, including organizing citizens to become involved in his street justice movement. Until recent events, he was actually a public supporter of the Batman and his war against Crime.
Similar to the straight-laced Judson Caspian, Harvey Dent also does not have a secret identity. In the comics, Harvey Dent is (of course) the villainous and disfigured Two-Face. In my story however, he is still currently an unscarred prominent District Attorney seeking to clean up a corrupt Gotham who also happens to be Bruce Wayne’s friend.
Harvey is the unfortunate District Attorney whom Bruce has already mentioned in the previous chapters, the one who was exposed to a high-dose of Need. For the past week, poor Harvey has been in a medically-induced coma while his body recovers. It was actually Harvey’s precarious condition which prompted Bruce to begin his investigation of the drug in the first place.
What nefarious developments could have happened to these two pillars of the moral community to make them all crazy like that?!
Anyways, let’s get back to Selina and Bruce, shall we?...

Chapter Six:

Memories Awakened
As Selina gently spun Bruce around like a prized possession in preparation to slide her massive strap-on into his awaiting hole, Bruce’s world also turned one-hundred-and-eighty degrees as he obediently bent over, offering his beautiful mistress complete control of his trembling ass.
With hot anticipation, Bruce felt his pants being slowly being lowered around his ankles and then tossed aside by Selina’s guiding hands, while his boxer shorts shortly followed them.
As he gladly offered his naked ass to her, Selina gazed admiringly and gave it an affectionate little pat. Retrieving a tube from the floor, she cautiously applied the special ‘medicine’ to the long, black shaft of her thick dildo, carefully sliding the sticky substance back-and-forth, coating its entire massive span while Bruce looked on between his legs and happily waited.
“Mommy hates to make a mess, Darling. After all, your medicine was very difficult to obtain… But you’re worth it, Sweetheart… Every last drop.”
As Bruce Wayne prepared for his final submission to his new Mommy-Kitty, his insides ached to feel her big black cock thrust deep within him. His Mommy-Kitty had promised that she was going to make him all better.
She would be his new Mommy. And this time, he promised he would be a very good boy.
Bruce drew a deep, ecstatic sigh as he waited with his ass in the air and hands on his knees, preparing for his new life as Selina’s obedient fuck slave, staring blissfully ahead…
Gazing happily at the tall man with the gun… At a man standing with a gun… Just like that night so many years ago…
That night when a petty gangster named Joe Chill had destroyed his young life with two thundering bullets, murdering his parents in cold blood, with a gun just like that one, standing in the shattered night, pointing the gun, just like…
In Bruce’s broken mind, the tall figure of Judson Caspian became Joe Chill and the room around him became that horrific night in Crime Alley. He was once again immersed in his own nightmare… As the murderous fury awoke once more within his dormant veins, Bruce’s body shook with rage.
His primal need for vengeance suddenly twisted his face into an angry snarl.
With a scream of hatred which only children can yell, Bruce launched himself at the tall man who stood transfixed in awe of Selina Kyle, suddenly tackling Judson Caspian with the explosive power of an enraged linebacker as the two men were sent sprawling into the next room.
The gun Caspian once held was knocked out of his fingers the instant a screaming Bruce Wayne hit him like a human freight train.
The flattened and shocked Judson Caspian vainly attempted to regain his senses and defend himself while an insane Bruce Wayne relentlessly rained down punches from above, striking out at the perceived face of Joe Chill. In Bruce’s terrified mind, his own parents now lay dead and bleeding behind him.
Any defenses that Caspian may have offered were rendered meaningless by the seething anger now erupting in Bruce’s hammering fists. A lifetime of fighting crime in the bloodstained streets of Gotham brought their struggle to a violent and one-sided end.
With murderous intent, Bruce’s strong hands wrapped like a vise around the battered man’s neck as he began to frantically squeeze the life out of the battered man. Bruce Wayne squeezed with the mad strength of thirty-five years of revenge, smiling wildly as Caspian’s pulse grew weaker and weaker…
It’s over... Let him go.
The voice of the man he had lost three years ago, the man whom Crane’s toxin had drowned in a Sea of Nightmares – that oozing black sea which had flooded into his fractured consciousness. The noble voice that was his true self, the man he had earned the right to be, not the frightened child or the brutal Batman.
As Bruce’s mind withdrew from its hallucination, he finally loosened his grip and began to take gasping deep, wheezing breaths. As his spent body attempted to recover from its sudden bout of madness, he heard a deafening sound which could have been his last…
The unexpected BOOM of the freed pistol and its clapping echo startled the exhausted Bruce Wayne. He actually felt the whizzing air from its bullet streak overtop of his head...
As if awakening from a slow-motion nightmare, the blinking Bruce Wayne gazed up as the delusional fog suddenly parted, staring directly into the barrel of the smoking CZ-75.
He gazed at the two silken-gloved hands which expertly clasped the weapon’s grip.
The startled man looked up past the barrel, into the twinkling green eyes of Selina Kyle as she now grinned and lowered its muzzle directly at Bruce’s head - while her glistening thirteen-inch long strap-on still dangled like some black promise between her hips.
“Mommy’s very disappointed in you, Bruce… Fighting with your classmates… Tsk Tsk, young man… I will not tolerate such bad behavior… Mommy’s going to have to spank that tight, naughty little bottom.”
Bruce looked down at the bloodied and bruised face of Judson Caspian. He instantly felt sick as he realized just how far his hallucination had taken him to murdering this drug-addicted felon.
You are going to kill someone if you don’t stop... You’ve done this before... Do you remember?
Yes… There had been another time when he had almost killed a different man. When Batman had fought the giant lizard-man, beating the monster beyond recognition, only to look down and find the wrecked and bloody mess of another man’s face beneath his bloodied fists…
Waylon Jones.
That has been his name... Waylon had been a night-shift facility worker at Gotham Zoo who had been taking dirty money on the side to dispose of mob victims in the crocodile enclosure.
When Batman had caught Jones red-handed that night, butchering another discarded witness to Carmine Falcone’s many crimes, he had lost his mind. Witnessing the big man dump female human body parts into the crocodile enclosure, the inhuman Waylon Jones had suddenly turned into a giant Crocodile Man before his very eyes…
When the fighting was over, there was a brief glimpse of reality that told an insensate Bruce that Batman had actually beaten a barely-alive Waylon Jones into something considerably now less than human…
And that there had never been a Crocodile Man, only Waylon Jones.
It’s Crane’s fear toxin, Bruce… In our eyes, Jones was doing terrible things that no human should ever do, so our mind made him something other than human… That’s why you have to stop this.
No!!!
But in his heart, Bruce knew it was the truth. The crimes of Waylon Jones may have been horrific, but Bruce couldn’t lose control like that. He couldn’t let his fractured mind twist criminals into something else. He had vowed never to take a life, not even the lives of the murderous criminals he defended his city from.
He was Gotham’s sworn protector, not her masked Executioner.
As Bruce stared up at Selina with tears now welling in his eyes, the nefarious Catwoman looked back at him with big green eyes, her face a mixture of confusion and compassion. She lowered the gun, smiled and was about to say something when all Hell broke loose.
The powerful leg of Officer Richard Grayson kicked open the front door as the man burst into the room like a deadly force of Nature. With his gun now aimed directly at Selina Kyle and his eyes continuing to dart around the room for unexpected dangers, he screamed at her…
“GOTHAM CITY POLICE!... DROP THE GUN, KYLE!! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING!!!”
It was Bruce’s wonderful boy again...
Robin had come to save him from Catwoman again, just like in the good old days. But Dick certainly wasn’t Robin or a boy anymore…
As if in slow motion, Bruce watched as a nervous Selina suddenly let go of the shiny gun, watching it spiral and twist through the air as it descended and hit the hardwood floor with a dull thud, bouncing once until it came to a final rest.
Catwoman raised her clawed hands above her head and then smiled sweetly at Dick, jutting out her impressive breasts.
“Thank God you’re here, Officer! That man was going to kill both Mr. Wayne and myself!”
As Selina finished, a second uniformed Officer suddenly skidded through the doorway - breathing hard behind Richard. From the sweat on this man’s forehead, Bruce realized that Richard must have sprinted here and his poor partner couldn’t keep up.
The new-arrival was a young Hispanic cop who gathered his breath and stared unbelievably at the scene before him... At the lacerated face of Judson Caspian, the half-naked (and still erect) Bruce Wayne sitting on top of him, at the seductive Catwoman with her hands above her head and the massive strap-on still hanging between her tight thighs.
As though he had just entered the immoral Den of Satan, the young Spanish Officer quickly crossed himself with his left hand and nervously drew his gun with the other.
“Mother of God Dick, what the Hell happened here?!”
“It’s alright, Officer Valdez… Call an ambulance and the crime scene guys. We’ll get the details soon enough.”
Officer Valdez took a final, guilty look at the seductive Catwoman while his dark eyes drifted down to her still-attached, massive strap-on. He crossed himself once more and grabbed his radio.
“Right… I’ll call them.”
A moment later, as Richard kept his gun trained on Selina Kyle, the second cop retrieved the CZ-75 from beneath her and then secured it, placing it into an evidence bag. Only then did Dick then look over at Bruce. It appeared as though he may have been in shock.
“Are you alright, Mr. Wayne?”
Bruce stared up at the ceiling realizing just how far he had let himself go, closed his tear-streaked eyes, and sighed.
“…No.”
Selina Kyle stepped forward, her hands still raised, and glanced down at the body still laying below Bruce.
“This man is Judson Caspian, Officer... I broke up with him a couple of weeks ago when he started over-dosing on the sex-drug Need. He broke into my apartment and was about to murder me... Mr. Wayne risked his life to save me, but I’m afraid that delusional madman forced me do… terrible things to my poor, darling Bruce.”
Dick eyed the massive strap-on dildo hanging from her waist and the familiar, slinky bodysuit she wore. If she had been forced to do terrible things to Bruce, she certainly didn’t have to sound so happy about it. When it came to acts of depravity, Dick doubted if Selina Kyle needed much encouragement.
“We’ll get full statements from the both of you, Miss Kyle... You’ll also be given the opportunity to contact a lawyer. But right now, I’m placing you under arrest for violating your Parole conditions.”
Selina’s green eyes blazed with sudden defiance, and then locked on Officer Grayson with a deadly, venomous glare.
“I’m sorry… But could you please explain how I am violating my parole conditions, Officer?”
“You’re dressed as Catwoman and you’re in possession of a firearm, Miss Kyle. Both actions are a breach of your parole.”
Catwoman stared back at him incredulously, as though he were a dense fool.
“Caspian made me put this outfit on at gunpoint! And that’s his gun! I was only trying to prevent Bruce from murdering Judson!”
Bruce hadn’t been wrong. Ever since his days as Robin, Richard had always hated Selina Kyle. Saying the proceeding words must have gave the young Officer a deep and profound satisfaction.
“Selina Kyle, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law…”
Catwoman took it in stride.
“I’m fully aware of my rights, Officer. And I’m not resisting arrest.”
To prove her point, Selina turned around placed her hands on the wall, spreading her legs wide apart, assuming the familiar position. As she did so, she arched her back, jutting out a perfectly proportioned ass. She cocked her head around to look back at the pair of young Officers behind her, offering them a wicked smile.
“So… Which one of you two, big studs wants to frisk me?... Or will it take the both of you?... I do hope it’s the both of you, Officers... I was locked up all alone for such a long time.”
Dick sighed in exasperation, still holding his gun on the horny bitch. How many times had she pulled that slutty shtick on Batman? And how many times had Bruce actually let her?
“Officer Valdez, please arrest Miss Kyle for violation of her parole conditions. And be very careful, she’s much more dangerous than she looks. Radio Officer Jenny O’Neil to accompany you when you get downstairs. And get that sex toy bagged as evidence. I’ll stay with Mr. Wayne and take his statement until the ambulance arrives and then I’ll meet up with you both at the station.”
They watched as Officer Valdez tentatively approached and cuffed Selina’s hands behind her back while she made small moans of mocking pleasure, rubbing her round ass against his leg while the young Officer flushed.
As the nervous Valdez lead the infamous arch-criminal from the room, Selina suddenly stopped and turned, staring intently between Bruce’s legs - at his painfully obvious hard-on. A knowing smile creased her mouth as she wetted her full lips with a greedy tongue and spoke an ominous farewell.
“Don’t fret, my precious Darling… Mommy will take good care of you later.”
To his shame, Bruce’s erect cock actually throbbed when he stared at Selina’s partially open, glistening, wet mouth... He could only blame it on the drug.
When Officer Valdez had finally escorted Miss Selina Kyle from her apartment, Dick looked at Bruce with those piercing blue eyes, placing a strong but gentle hand upon Bruce’s sagging shoulder. The arresting Officer spoke softly to the shaken man with deep concern.
“Really… Are you alright, Bruce?”
Bruce suddenly threw himself into Dick’s arms, no longer able to hold back the tears which poured from his eyes. Richard held him tightly while Bruce openly sobbed, weeping into the broad shoulder of Dick’s bright, white police shirt.
Richard gently stroked the back of Bruce’s head, comforting his adopted father while Bruce continued to cry into his sympathetic shoulder. As Dick kissed the top of Bruce’s head, he whispered soothingly to his oldest and closest friend.
“Shhh… Don’t cry. It alright… I’m here, Bruce… No one’s going to hurt you anymore.”
“Dick… I’ve… I’ve been… such a fool… I’m… in love with you… Richard… I shouldn’t love you… not this way… but I want you so goddamned badly… I’ve never wanted… anybody like I want you… I haven’t thought about… anything else but you… Oh God, Richard… I want you so fucking much!... And I think… I think I’m gay!”
Richard Grayson cupped Bruce Wayne’s face gently in his hands and then stared deeply into the older man’s wet and teary blue eyes. Smiling that beautiful and perfect smile of his, Dick winked as he amusedly replied.
“What do you mean… You think?! Trust me, you big gorgeous hunk… you’re definitely gay… And I love you too, Bruce.”
Like an unavoidable moment of Fate, Richard’s lips locked onto Bruce’s own as the two men kissed deeply and passionately, their needful tongues dancing in shared desire as Officer Grayson eased a half-naked Bruce Wayne down onto the floor while their mouths silently spoke of their absolute need for one another in a kiss that joined two lost souls.
Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick and ran his grasping hands across the younger man’s powerful shoulders, feeling all his glorious muscular weight now on top of him. Bruce wrapped his legs around Dick’s waist, melting in physical ecstasy when he felt Richard’s massive hardening cock now pressing against his own exposed and erect member.
Finally breaking their kiss, Bruce whispered breathlessly into Dick’s ear.
“I need you so bad. Take me, Richard… Fuck me right here! Fuck me with that massive cock of yours! Please! Make me your little whore again! I’ll do anything you want.”
The charming and sexy Richard Grayson smiled back at him.
“Whoa, big boy… The paramedics will be here any second... Trust me, I want it just as badly as you do, Bruce… Tonight OK? I promise.”
“No!… I can’t wait, Dick… I need you now! They dosed me with Need… Your big, hard, splendid cock and your tight little ass are the only things in the world that are going to save me… Please… I’m begging you... Just having you here is driving me fucking crazy.”
Richard stood bolt upright and stared back at Bruce incredulously.
“Holy Fuck! Why didn’t you tell me that before?! Christ sake Bruce, we need to get you to the Hospital now! Harvey Dent’s still in a coma from that shit!”
Displaying little emotion, Bruce looked back at him.
“No hospital... Just you… It wasn’t a full dose.”
Richard slowly glanced down at Bruce’s stiff cock.
“Full dose or not, it doesn’t matter… Christ, no wonder you’re as hard as a fucking rock… Bruce, you need to get help right away!”
“Oh, I wholeheartedly agree, Richard.”
Without saying another word, Bruce calmly stood up and walked over to where his pants lay crumpled on the floor, picking them up in one swift snatch and then walking back to where Richard stood bewildered. Bruce Wayne then casually scooped up the shocked Police Officer onto his shoulder.
Dick had forgotten how quick Bruce could be for a larger man. As the beefy, half-naked stud carried him towards Selina’s closet, Dick tried to reason with his adopted father.
“Whoa! Come on, Bruce… This is dangerous… Hey, put me down, you big brute… Seriously, people are going to be here any minute!”
Bruce obviously didn’t give a fuck who saw them anymore. He just smiled and patted the pretty, muscular, squirming ass that he had just slung over his shoulder.
“Then you’d better not scream like a little bitch.”
Fuck…
Richard’s wall of resistance broke down. He couldn’t deny Bruce and his hard cock any longer. As one of the most powerful men in Gotham, Bruce was never easily dissuaded, especially when you were in love with him.
And… If the truth were to be known, Dick had desperately wanted Bruce back inside him for three long years now. He actually felt his own ass begin to twitch at the thought of Bruce putting that hard thick, cock back into him… as his own growing hard-on rubbed against Bruce’s chest.
There was no use fighting it. Bruce was going to have his way with him whether he liked it or not. And he did like it... Richard hugged Bruce’s waist and whispered sweetly.
“Yes, Daddy.”
When Bruce heard Richard call him ‘Daddy’, something stirred deep inside of Bruce’s drowned soul… Some buried memory of the past hidden deep within him. This felt… right. It felt like something that had happened before… Like déjà vu…
Or was it just another of his erotic dreams with Richard that had resurfaced?
As they entered Selina’s walk-in closet, Richard couldn’t help but notice that there must have been tens of thousands of dollars worth of designer dresses hanging in her wardrobe. For an unemployed ex-con who had been out of jail for three months, something didn’t add up.
Regardless, he’d put that sneaky bitch back in prison and get her out of Bruce’s life soon enough…
But right now, his Daddy needed him.
And he needed Daddy Bruce.
As Bruce set him back on his feet, Richard reached over and closed the closet door while a kneeling Bruce unbuckled his police gun belt and then stripped him from the waist down. Richard Grayson gasped uncontrollably as Bruce ran his hot, wet tongue all the way from the bottom of his balls along his long, stiff shaft to the twitching tip of his cock.
Richard was forced to tightly clutch the closet’s doorframe and moan when Bruce wrapped his hungry mouth around that big cock, using his rolling tongue to glide across Dick’s pulsating flesh. Christ, he had missed this…
As Bruce continued to slide his hot mouth back-and-forth across Dick’s powerfully erect, meaty cock, Richard heard the Paramedics arriving, through the closed closet door. Oh Christ, keep it together, Dick…
As he struggled not to whimper in blowjob bliss, Dick almost lost his mind when Bruce gently stroked his balls and easily slid the first half of his twelve inches down his throat.
Oh Dear God!
Richard gritted his teeth, desperately attempting to keep quiet while Bruce slid his tongue and lips farther-and-farther along his glistening shaft, gobbling up his entire length like some greedy, cock-loving whore.
Dick had to bury his mouth into his own thick arm to prevent himself from screaming as Bruce pulled back and stroked Richard’s extensive shaft with his hand, and then using his dripping fingers to push the wet saliva into Dick’s asshole.
Oh dear God!
Richard couldn’t help but make small moans while Bruce worked spit-lubricated fingers into his now gasping ass, while continuing to bob his mouth up-and-down along his foot-long pleasure pole at speeds he didn’t even think were possible.
Holy fuck… This was even better than he remembered.
There was nobody in the world who could suck a cock like Bruce Wayne… Nobody!
As the Paramedics bitched loudly about their job, straining to lift Judson Caspian’s tall unconscious body onto the stretcher, Dick closed his eyes and had to pull away his own dampened arm from his muffled mouth in order to draw quick, desperate breaths.
Bruce was working his cock as though it were candy.
In Selina Kyle’s darkened closet, while Paramedics worked just outside, a relentless Bruce Wayne was giving Officer Richard Grayson the best fucking blowjob of his young life.
A tearful Richard desperately wanted to scream out Bruce’s name. He wanted to moan his pleasure until words failed him. He wanted to tell Bruce what a dirty little whore he was and that he would love him forever.
But that would give them away.
Instead, he grabbed the back of Bruce’s head with both hands and began ramming his monster cock deeper down Bruce’s throat, desperately fucking the mouth of the only man he had ever wanted to suck his cock. Dick knew that if Bruce gagged or coughed on those thick twelve inches, it would be all over for them… that they would be discovered.
But he didn’t fucking care anymore.
Dick throat-fucked Bruce’s whorish mouth like a merciless jackhammer, sliding his lengthy manhood back-and-forth like an overworked piston until he took every ounce of pleasure from Bruce’s insatiable mouth that he could bear.
Dick felt his powerful orgasm building at the base of his cock and then pulled his penis out, placing his large tip just inside Bruce’s wonderful mouth, letting the thick, sensitive head of his penis slide back-and-forth across his lover’s greedy lips while Bruce frantically tongued his meaty tip.
As the Paramedics finally wheeled the stretcher from the room, Dick exploded like a god into Bruce’s mouth, unable to suppress a loud groan as his powerful organism blasted directly onto Bruce’s tongue for what seemed like a gushing eternity.
With both his load and his mind now blown, Dick nervously listening for any sound or reaction from the departing Paramedics outside, to see if his uncontainable moan of orgasmic pleasure had betrayed them…
Dick exhaled a deep sigh of relief when he heard their voices farther down the hall… departing.
Still, this was no time to relax. The crime scene investigators were on their way and they would check the closet. The pair of half-naked lovers would have a lot of explaining to do if they didn’t get dressed and get the Hell out of here…
As he pondered their escape, Richard abruptly shuddered as he felt Bruce’s fingers wiggling into his ass again, this time mixed with spit and his own hot semen. As Richard moaned softly at the anal disruption, he looked down through the dim light of the closet at Bruce, watching his love greedily licking the last trickles of semen from his fully satiated cock.
Bruce’s two fingers continued to rub spit and semen into Dick’s asshole. The pleasurable sensation was so powerful that the younger man actually struggled to ask a question.
“What… are you doing? Bruce… We have to… go… The investigators will tear… this place apart…. Mmm… Oh Daddy!”
When Bruce slid his wet fingers across Richard’s prostrate, the older man stopped and stood up, carefully stepping behind a still-quivering Richard. As Dick’s ass writhed in recently fingered ecstasy, he suddenly felt Bruce’s firm hands clasp onto his hips and compellingly pull them back.
As Dick’s body was forced to become bent over, he now felt Bruce’s own naked body press against his own while that thick cock slid across his exposed ass. Dick knew that wide cock was going in him and there wasn’t a damned thing anyone could do about it.
As if sensing his desires, Bruce pushed his thick manhood into Dick’s tight, moistened asshole, while the Police Officer grabbed the closet’s doorframe and moaned loudly with pleasure. There was no sensation like Bruce Wayne forcing his big, thick cock into you.
With his own strong hands still on Dick’s hips and his fully erect cock now easing deeper into Richard’s spit-lubricated hole, the man who had been forced to swallow Selina’s massive strap-on and had then blessed his ward with an earth-shaking orgasm now slowly leaned forward and whispered huskily into Dick’s ear…
“My turn.”
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