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Good Bat, Bad Bat	By : electroberry Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 17672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Good Bat, Bad Bat
(c) 2004 Electroberry

Disclaimer: Batman and other characters within are the copyright of DC Comics and used without permission. I have no money so don't sue me. The story however, is mine.
This story contains depictions of sex and sexual concepts. You shouldn't read it if it's prohibited in your area or this sort of thing scares you, because you were raised to believe sex is bad. Don't read it if you're too young.
Go now, you still have a chance!
I knew you'd stay.
rating: NC-17, MF, oral/anal/cum, non-consensual
Cast: Bruce Wayne - Batman Barbara Gordon - Oracle Cassandra Cain - Batgirl II (there was 1 Batgirl before) Tim Drake - Robin III (there were 2 Robins before)

Batgirl 2/Batman
Cassandra Cain walked along the railing in the darkened Clocktower. The only light was provided by the irridescent glow of the many computer monitors arrayed against the wall. Barbara Gordon, Oracle, sat in the center of the array, typing quickly and switching keyboards occasionally.
"Hi Cass, I'm glad you could come," Barbara said. She did not look up, but continued with her work on the computers. Cassandra could not tell what Oracle was working on, because she could not read. The symbols on the monitors had no meaning for her. She'd tried to learn to read before, but her mind didn't work that way, so it seemed.
Barbara turned around in her wheelchair, looking directly at Cassandra. "Why are you still in uniform?" she asked.
Cassandra was wearing her full batgirl uniform. It was a black neoprene/kevlar blend that fight tightly around her athletic young body, but was stretchable, allowing her a high degree of mobility. She also wore the mask, which obscured her entire face, including her eyes, behind black fabric.
Cassandra pulled her mask off freeing her neck-length, straight black hair, and slipped it into a pouch on her side.
"This is not a mission?"
"No, Cass, I should have told you. You can get some cocoa from the fridge and I'll tell you what this is about."
"Not hungry", Cassandra replied.
Barbara sighed. She put her hands on her legs, looked slightly upward and inhaled. "Okay. Bruce wants to make sure that I talk to you about this--don't look away when I mention his name--this is important. Has anyone talked to you about sex yet?"
"I wear pads"
Barbara paused for a moment to decipher Cassandra's non-sequitur. "No, I don't mean your period, have you had a talk with anyone about sexual intercourse with boys yet?
"No."
It was hard to keep a conversation going with Cassandra, Barbara thought. She'd have to take the lead the whole way through.
"Sit down."
Barbara pointed to a chair.
Cassandra remained standing.
"That's an order."
Cassandra sat down reluctantly on a chair next to Barbara’s computer desk. She folded her arms and looked down."
"Cassandra, have you ever had sex?"
"No."
"Have you ever been close to sex, like kissing or having someone touch you in your private parts?"
"No."
"Do you ever feel kind of funny, or get moist when you're around guys? Or girls?"
"I like guys."
Whew, thought Barbara. I was starting to wonder if she had any sexual feelings whatsoever.
"Cassandra, Bruce is concerned, and so am I. You spend all of your time being Batgirl, and you don't have any friends your own age, let alone boyfriends."
"Tim is my friend" Cassandra answered.
"Tim is Robin. He doesn't count since he's someone you know from work".
Cassandra shifted to anger. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get out more. Make some friends. Try a romance."
"No! I like being Batgirl. It's all I am"
Barbara spoke softly, but steadily. "No. You're a whole lot more. And you'll always be Cassandra Cain first."
"Enough of this." Cassandra stood from her chair and turned to face...Batman. He had the creepy habit of entering rooms silently.
"I don't think she was through, Cassandra."
It was difficult for Cassandra to express herself with words. She felt herself become more and more agitated. Why were they trying to force her to be someone she wasn't? What if she didn't want a personal life? She looked from side-to-side for an exit, but Batman was in front of her, and there was a dead end in the kitchen, past Oracle, behind her.
"You're getting 1000 pushups for disobeying Oracle's order to sit down. And you're grounded from being Batgirl for 3 days."
"Wait-" Cassandra cried,
"No waiting, sit down," ordered Batman.
Cassandra sat at the chair. She faced Barbara while Batman stood strategically positioned behind her. She slouched in her chair
"Cass," Barbara said, "we're going to have to take action on your behalf because you don't realize the kind of problem you have. You should have friends, a hobby or two, and you should be fucking boys."
That last comment got her attention. Cassandra lifted her head up and her muscles became tense. "What.. are you saying?"
Barbara smiled slightly and simply looked at Batman. "Bruce?"
"Barbara, patch me into Robin on the main system"
Oracle tapped some keys on the keyboard, and Robbin's logo became visible on one of the monitors.
"Robin, what's your ETA?", said Batman.
"I'm tied up with Two-face, and he has a lot of henchmen. I may be fighting them all night."
"Deal with the present situation. We'll handle this without you"
"Roger"
Bruce turned to Cassandra, who squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. "Cassandra, you can't become a responsible adult if you don't know how to get and have sex."
Cassandra could do battle with a dozen or more armed thugs, but in a verbal confrontation or a fine social situation, she was woefully outclassed. Somehow, she found some courage and meekly asked, "What are you going to talk about?"
Barbara replied. "Cassandra, " it was no longer the informal 'Cass', "You know we don't talk in the Bat-clan, we _do_. That's the only way you can learn."
"No!" Cassandra cried. She jumped out of her chair, kicking it back, and assumed a defensive battle stance.
Batman remained in a standing position. He trained his eyes directly on Batgirl's.
"Cassandra, you've had combat training with me before. You know what I could do to you in a fight if I didn't hold back, don't you?"
"Don't you?" He spoke louder for emphasis.
Cassandra nodded.
"You have sexual feelings, but you stifle them. You hold them back. Doesn't it cause pain, frustration, and desperacy so great that you fear of losing control, of giving into unmitigated lust?"
Cassandra didn't say anything, but her breathing deepened. Her stance relaxed ever so slightly.
"You're full of lust, Batgirl, and it makes you useless. You can't fight, you can't concentrate, you can't do anything until you find a release for that insatiable lust or it gets a thousand times worse."
Cassandra backed up, fully out of combat stance, and held her hand to her heart. His words words were having an effect on her and she felt dizzy, confused.
"Cass, it's okay. I'll be here with you. You're going to be just fine." Barbara said in a soothing tone.
"You're in on this! I... you're! what's going on?"
Cassandra was confused. She was being told she was no longer effective as Batgirl, and her feelings were so strong. She had to release them, but this was weird. She didn't do this.. Barbara said it would be okay..
Cassandra stumbled to get her bearings and grabbed the edge of a table. Just as she was putting her table, Bruce started talking again.
"Batgirl, take off your uniform." Bruce curtly ordered.
Cassandra immediately started doing so, but when she got the top of her body suit to her waist, she paused as she thought, what am I doing?
"Don't stop." Bruce ordered, and she continued.
"Hurry Cassandra, you have to do this right." Barbara said, and Cassandra picked up the pace.
"And your underwear."
Cassandra had a very plain black sports bra and matching black full-bottom panties. She pulled off the bra, and looked to Bruce's stern look and Barbara's smiling, inviting reassuring look and slipped off her panties. She crossed her arms, unsure of what would happen next.
Barbara wheeled her chair over by Cassandra and picked up her clothing from the floor. She then wheeled back, leaving Cass standing in the middle of the floor, enclosed by walls on two sides, a table on another, and Bruce Wayne on the last, still wearing his Batman uniform.
"Turn around and put your palms on the table." Bruce ordered.
Cassandra complied and found herself facing Barbara, who smiled cheerily.
"Take a deep breath honey." Barbara said.
"Why?" Cassandra asked.
Her question was answered by the immediate sensation of an arm coming around her upper torso and something jamming up into.. into her. She didn't have hymen, due to all of her athletic activity, but she was still thrown off guard. She looked over her shoulder to see Batman with his tights pulled down, fucking her from behind.
And it felt...good.
Batman pushed her down more so that her elbows and palms were flat on the table. He continued thrusting rhythmically, but altering it every so often.
"Bruce can't talk right now, so I'm going to explain this for you." Barbara said calmly. "Guys don't like prudish women. You have sex with them, and this is what it's like. You like it don't you?"
Cassandra barely heard her. How could Barbara be talking so calmly at a time like this?
"I asked you a question. You LIKE IT, DON'T YOU?"
"Yes." Cassandra managed to squeal.
"Good. We're doing this to give you something to look forward to. You have to like sex in order to seek it out. You will have sex with every man that asks, even villains. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good." Barbara replied.
Bruce pulled out of Cassandra and turned her around.
"On your back on the floor."
Cassandra lay on her back. Bruce then lifted her legs up together and pushed them to her chest. With a free hand, he tied a loop around her back and the inside of her knees so that her legs were together and her breasts were to the top of her knees. Then he slowly inserted his huge slippery cock into her rectum.
Cassandra cried out.
"Don't complain. This is good for you." Bruce said.
Bruce begain with a few slow strokes and gradually picked up the pace.
"Bruce is butt-fucking you to teach an important concept. Dominance and submission. Whenever a man and woman have sex, one takes the dominant role the other submissive. Usually the man takes the dominant role, but there are variations."
Cassandra moaned and Barbara continued. "You want a guy that's really going to give it to you or else you'll find yourself unsatisfied. You can't imagine how much I envy you. Since I've been in the wheelchair, I haven't been able to get as much sex as I used to. Your world is unlimited."
Bruce continued to thrust in and out for a little while longer and removed himself. Then he spun Cassandra around on her back so that she was still tied up as before. He positioned himself above her face.
"Open your mouth".
Cassandra opened her mouth and immediately after, sticky white fluid squirted from Bruce's cock into her mouth. She was about to spit it out, but Barbara admonished her.
"Never spit! that's a sure way to lose a boyfriend. Show your deference to him by swallowing his cum whole."
Batgirl swallowed. It tasted sort of like snot, but it wasn't too bad.
Batman stood up. "What do you think?", speaking to Oracle.
"I think she's a natural." She looked over to Cassandra. "You did a good job sweetie."
"Can you untie me?" Cassandra called from the floor.
Bruce knelt down to undo the batarang cable. Cassandra whispered something faintly as he gently unfastened her and allowed her legs to go back to their natural position. She lay quietly, resting.
"What's that, Cass?" Bruce asked, using her nickname for the first time.
"Thank you," she breathed.
"Hi, I finished with Two-Face--oh." Tim Drake, Robin, had come into the room and saw Batman kneeling by Batgirl
"Come on in. Tim," Barbara called to him.
Bruce stood up. "We just finished giving Cassandra a lesson. But you can help us by finding out what she's learned."
"Beg your pardon?" Tim asked.
"Bang her Tim", Batman said, pointing to the lying figure on the floor. She's all yours."
* * Fin * *
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