♀ Female

A failed experiment they called you. Wasted money they called you. You’d prove them wrong though!

You were made from a test-tube experiment of Superman’s dna and you were designed to seduce or beat-up any guy, even the Dark Knight. However, for whatever reason, they dumped your body to die at the bottom of the ocean randomly after training one day. They had no intention of letting you live, but due to your strong body you survived and managed to crawl your naked body to the shores of Gotham Harbour.

Quickly you were at full strength again, and you flew off into the city, determined to take down this man which frightened so many. You saw him jumping rooftop to rooftop, chasing down some kind of criminal, you really didn’t care. You crushed the ground right in front of him, creating a crater which nearly destroyed the roof. You stood to full height, putting your hands on your hips and proving that he didn’t scare you at all!

Batman quickly threw two Baterangs at your face, which you easily blocked thanks your training, both bounced off your forearm like toothpicks. Batman then went through his utility belt and threw bombs at your feet. They emitted some kind of smoke, you just scoffed and used your x-ray vision to see where he was. It wasn’t that simple though, as you suddenly felt very weak. He appeared in front of you with a gasmask giving you quite a shock, “You meta-humans are always the same, you think that you are invincible!” He picks you up by the throat and you struggle against his grip, “But just a bit of poison gas? Have a good sleep you we-” Your eyes close as you lose consciousness.

You manage to open your eyes again as you see you were strapped down onto a table. Your wrists chaffing under the heavy titanium straps, as you were stuck to a flat table which looked like it could be used for dissections or perhaps in your case, venisection. You see Batman typing into the computer, mumbling about something to himself. You try again to free yourself, but feel too weak to truly free yourself. You were so frustrated that you give a slight sob, “I guess I wasn’t good enough!” You say to yourself.

The boots of the Bat are heard clanking against the metal floor, he grabs your chin roughly, forcing your to purse your lips, “What the hell are you? You look like a combination of several aliens but you look incredibly human. Perhaps you are an experiment gone rogue?” He lets go and pokes your body like an object, “Hmmm you feel human...” He walks up to your hair and strokes it, “Hmph well you are at least good looking one...”

He went back to the Bat-computer and grabbed a syringe that was lying nearby. He injected it into your neck. You cringe as it enters, then a warmth enters your body. He puts his hand on your forehead, “Hmmm seems to have worked...” He walks over to your restraints and flips them all open.

You get up and look around what must have been the bat-cave in confusion. “Was he letting you go? Damn I wish I knew what was happening!” thinking this as you jumped of the table, you noticed the Dark Knight was relaxing in a nearby lounge chair. You walked towards the superhero, and wonder what was stopping you from smashing his face in right now? Was it the fact that your vagina was burning and dripping in desire, or maybe it was your shallow breath, as images of you getting banged by all sides.

Batman grinned, “Get to your knees villain!” You actually smile as you get to your knees, eager to what he makes you do next. Batman slowly undid his fly, a thick mature cock flying out, “Now convince me why you shouldn't rot in jail.” You had never heard stories of Batman doing this in your training, but you loved the look of it bobbing up and down, hard just for you. There was a part of you who simply wanted to flee from the room and escape, but most of you wanted that Bat-cock in you! You crawled over on the cold metallic floor. Taking his cock in your hand, you give it a light pump as you lick the cock head. You smile as a grin crosses his face. You pop his cock into your mouth, and make it bulge into your cheek. His shaft was salty with sweat, the idea of kicking criminals asses, then coming home to fuck a slut like you was... Well it was foreign to you, and you truly felt you should be disturbed. However now, you start to massage his manly testicles, and continue to bob your head up and down, swirling your tongue around. Suddenly though, you hear Batman chuckle, “About time you arrived!”