Barbara Gordons Fall: The new Voyeur of Gotham City. (LONG Chapter)

Here it is again, a new chapter in the long story line. Today it's about Barbara Gordon, aka Batgirl and the transformation of a once loyal, noble companion into a willing accomplice for Batman's new plans. Soon, a source of danger in Gotham will be out of the way. Comments as always welcome. hope you like it.

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When Bruce woke up after a few hours he was more exhausted than he had been in a long time. Physically he was completely exhausted and it was hard for him to get out of bed. But his mind was wide awake. The warning siren of the hotel rang in his ear and so he straightened up in spite of all the pain. It was more a pain of exhaustion anyway and Bruce had never allowed his body to be stopped by something like exhaustion. He got out of bed and put on his coat. Just at that moment the door opened and Alfred stood in the doorway.

"Master Wayne. A fire has broken out." He said calmly and without the slightest hint of concern.

Bruce nodded and looked around. There were no fumes or smoke to be seen here, nor did he feel any excessive heat. That meant it had to be further down. The hotel, unless there had been a botched construction, was excellently prepared for something like this. He went to the window and looked out. He could see a deep black cloud of smoke that seemed to be coming from another side of the hotel.

Calmly, he reached for his phone, which was vibrating on the bedroom closet.

"Bruce." He said as if in a conversational tone.

"Bruce?! Is everything all right? I just got a fire alarm from the hotel!" he heard the voice of Barbara Gordon. She sounded seriously concerned and her voice quivered a bit.

"Everything's all right. Just a minute. Alfred. Where's the fire?" he asked, looking at his valet who was checking the situation on a computer.

"Floor 19, west side. The fire has now spread to floor 20 and parts of 21. People have been evacuated and fire suppression systems are active. Fire department arrival in 8 minutes, Master Wayne. Please give my regards to Miss Gordon." Smiled the loyal butler.

"Alfred sends his regards, Barbara. We'll be safe here. Don't worry about a thing. This has nothing to do with us. Sorry, but we have to go to the helicopter deck now and be good and get flown out. How are things going in Gotham?" he asked as he followed Alfred and a final checking glance showed all the secret chambers were securely sealed.

"Everything's fine so far. Ivy disappeared from Arkham this morning. She killed 9 guards and 3 more are under her spell. So far, though, she hasn't done anything. That means we are limited to waiting for now. Dick and Kori are in town, but so far it's quiet. You sure you don't need any help?"

Bruce briefly looked to the side as he stood on the landing deck of the tower, watching for the helicopter that appeared on the horizon to take him to safety. The fire wasn't as bad as it needed to be, but the hotel employees were following safety protocol. Of course, he knew already what the fire was. It was to destroy the traces of the lab. He had realized that the moment the alarm had gone off. He didn't remember everything from his treatment but he was fully aware of the time in the elevator. The time he had spent there pointed to the 20th floor. That the fire had started on the 19th floor seemed only logical to him. It would put the trail on floor #19 and any damage on the 20th would be watched less closely.

"Can you find out what the situation is on those floors? Did all the people get out?" he asked anyway.

"I've already done that. I hacked the server..."

"Wait a minute! It's not connected to the network! How could you access it?" asked Bruce, completely confused. This was unexpected then and for his further plans she was suddenly a much bigger threat.

"Hey! A girl has her secrets!" laughed Barbara without realizing how much danger she just put herself in. "Anyway. The fire started on floor 19, room 302. The data indicates that it started in the fireplace. According to the entry in the guest book, the occupants of the room were drunk. That's how it was recorded in the hotel book."

"Hmm. Sounds like they got into some mischief while drunk." Bruce mused as he boarded the helicopter. As soon as the door was closed the noise level was so good again that he could hear them.

"I'm afraid it got people on the 20th floor. The flames have spread to some rooms and so far, nine people are missing." She sighed.

"I see. I'll have the detailed report sent to me. You take care of Dick and Kori, please. I'm not sure Dick is capable of taking on Ivy." He said and then hung up as soon as the helicopter took off. At his request, the helicopter turned around the building. As it did so, the two could see that the fires were already almost under control and the hotel's fire suppression system was working flawlessly.

"They'll find some bodies in there, I'm afraid." Bruce said in the direction of Alfred who just nodded.

"Maybe they made it out in time." Answered he encouragingly, but Bruce knew that the scientists and people who had finished indoctrinating him were all dead. Of that, he was sure.

-Extremely careful. They can be completely sure of my loyalty now, and yet they do everything they can to destroy their tracks. Probably in case someone finds out I've been corrupted, - he thought to himself, feeling excellent.

"We can't worry about that now Alfred. We have more important things to do." He said, leaning back as Alfred looked at him in confusion. "We need to get Gotham under control."

"Sir?" asked Alfred, even more confused. "What do you mean bring it under control?"

"We'll start with Barbara and Ivy. I'm sorry about Barbara, but she's getting dangerous, and I need to get her under control. I can't let her get in the way of my goals. As for Ivy. I'm sure she'll be useful to me later, but first let's take care of Barbara. As for the male supervillains... I'll probably be able to get rid of them without too much trouble." He said nodding and saw Alfred nodding in agreement.

-The treatment seems to have been a success. It doesn't bother Alfred in the least what I said- Bruce thought to himself with satisfaction. So, Alfred had also been brainwashed. That meant he still had his faithful butler by his side and didn't have to pretend, at least with him.

"I understand, Master Wayne." Alfred finally said and seemed to think for a moment until he nodded in satisfaction. "You will do what is necessary!"

"Very good Alfred. You do realize that I will have to take some steps for this that you are not used to from me?" he asked skeptically.

"You will do what is necessary, Master Wayne." Nodded Alfred again, repeating the sentence almost robotically.

"That's right, my old friend. Together we will do it!" he nodded and Alfred pointed to the streets of Tokyo where fire trucks could be seen.

"What do you have in mind now, Master Wayne?"

"What's on my schedule?" he asked, then nodded at the items Alfred read to him.

Three days later, he was on his private jet and on his way to Gotham City. Because of the fire, Diana had also contacted him and asked if everything was okay. Apparently, the princess was no longer so angry with him. Unfortunately, Bruce first had to keep certain appointments to keep up appearances and not arouse suspicion. With the fire, it quickly became clear that it was due to human error. The drunken couple confirmed that they were at the fireplace with high-proof **** and it had caught fire. Due to the large amounts of ****, a large-scale fire had quickly spread to a total of 3 floors. A total of 18 bodies had been recovered after the fire had been extinguished.

The initial investigation by the hotel systems, and especially by the fire department, seemed to assume a tragic accident and praised the hotel's fire protection systems. Bruce had promised the bereaved help right after and promised to improve the fire protection further.

Even Barbara, in her report on the accident, provided no clues as to what had really occurred. She also came to the conclusion that it had been an accident, but noted that there were 4 neuroscience experts on the 20th floor. However, since all 4 were registered at a seminar in Tokyo, this did not attract further attention.

Since Bruce was now sure of Alfred's support, he could also plan much more precisely and much more openly. He no longer had to constantly look over his shoulder to see if Alfred suspected anything. So he had his laptop set up on the plane and was studying the documents he had from his own computer and those from other sources. The League had collected a lot on mind control, but not all of it he could recreate. Many of these files related to people who had mind control powers due to mutations, alien origins, or mystical artifacts.

"May I offer you some tea, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred, and after a nod, put the tea down for him. "May I ask what you are looking for, Master Wayne?"

"A way I can get Barbara under control. I thought of Mad Hatter's technique at first, but it's no use." Sighed Bruce, and Alfred nodded in agreement.

"You mean because then she would be nothing more than a doll?" he asked uncertainly.

"Exactly. It would be impossible to hide that. Anyone who knew her would immediately notice that she was under control. And that would ruin everything!" he sighed and leaned back. "What am I doing! The little bitch has gone al.... AUU!" he cursed as Alfred smacked him with the newspaper.

"Master Wayne! I have no problem supporting you in your plans because I trust you completely, but watch your language!" he said sternly and Bruce rubbed his head and grinning he looked at Alfred. That was so typical of Alfred.

"Why do I think you even enjoy this?!" he asked grumbling and Alfred cleared his throat.

"I guess I can boast that I'm the only one who can take a punch at Batman, but no, Master Wayne. I'm not proud of that! I was hoping I could teach you better manners."

"You're right Alfred. Wintersummer submarine!" he said, then grinned. "So...how do you want me to handle this dirty whore?" he asked again. He wanted to test if the emergency words he had been implanted with really worked.

The look on Alfred's face had become pale and empty since the word. It was clear that he was no longer capable of thinking for himself. "I think you should submit this dirty latex wearing whore and fuck her as hard as a dirty slut like her deserves. In my opinion, Miss Gordon's choice of clothing is designed to show everyone her tits and get them unnecessarily horny. If you ask me, she deserves her fate as a new fuckpiece in your service, Master Wayne..."

"Does she make you horny, my old friend?" grinned Bruce amusedly, feeling his cock stiffen. These emergency codes for Alfred were interesting.

"Of course, Master Wayne." He also admitted weak-willedly.

"If I ordered you to fuck her...and I mean really hard and dirty...what would you do?"

"The first thing I would do is rip that filthy suit off her and throw her on the table. Then, of course, I would do as she instructed and fuck her as long and as hard as you wish, Master Wayne. In her ass or her pussy, sir?"

"Any hole, of course!" moaned Bruce excitedly.

"Of course, sir. As you wish."

Hearing his normally calm and well-groomed butler say something like that was incredibly hot. He immediately grabbed his pants and pushed his cock through them.

-Oh yes, Alfred. I will do what I want! My masters want me to build up my power base and this slut is in the way of my masters' goals. But soon this little latex whore will no longer be a nuisance!- he thought with a grin and just the thought of pleasing his masters was arousing.

"It's about time I gave my reputation as a playboy some fodder!" he suddenly grinned and stood up to go to the cabin of the stewardess. Alfred just nodded impassively and as the old butler regained consciousness he heard the hot screaming of a woman from further back.

"Tztztz Master Wayne!" he smiled and just rolled his eyes. "I'm sure Ms. Kyle won't like hearing that!" he grinned, and paid no further attention to his protégé. After all, he had a playboy's reputation to maintain. He couldn't get those words out of his head.

When the plane finally landed in Gotham, Bruce left the plane in the best of moods. He had not only given the stewardess a run for her money, but also had an idea of how to deal with Barbara. More than satisfied, he got into the limousine and winked at the stewardess as she left the plane. She knew not to expect a long relationship from him, but she didn't care. She was the kind of woman who wanted to have fun and being fucked by Bruce was clearly better than doing it with her husband. He had clearly proven that today.

"Straight to the estate Master Wayne?" asked Alfred as he took his seat behind the wheel.

"No. First to dinner. I'll inform Clark that I'm in town. I'm sure he'll already be there when we arrive."

And so, it was. When Bruce entered the small diner, Clark Kent was already sitting in his usual spot, grinning happily and in a good mood. The landlady's eyes snapped open when she realized who had just walked in the door and quickly gathered her uniform straight.

"I called two minutes ago. You do realize how show-off that is?" asked Bruce as he sat down and looked at his friend.

"Sorry. I had to stop a plane that almost crashed in Washington first." Said Clark, raising his shoulders apologetically.

"Really now? And that's supposed to make it better?" grinned Bruce, amused, raising a brow. "He'll have a coffee, black, two sugars and a touch of milk." He then smiled to the waitress who had come to the table. "With that, please, pancakes with syrup. Just coffee for me, black."

" As the night!" laughed Clark, waiting for the woman to leave. "How are you? I heard about the hotel. Sorry to hear." Said Clark, and Bruce looked out the window.

"The best security systems money can buy...and yet all it takes is one complete idiot to ruin so many lives." Sighed Bruce and he actually felt sorry for the lives lost. If he had a choice, he would still try to avoid unnecessary losses. However, that was no longer his choice.

"Yes. One reason I'm here. I want to give you something." Said Clark and pushed a small box towards him. Curious, Bruce opened it and saw a slight greenish glow. Immediately he could see how Clark seemed a little uncomfortable. He recognized the object immediately. It was the Kryptonite orb he had had in his possession, and which had been stolen by Raz. He immediately closed the box and pocketed it.

"I don't quite understand?" he finally admitted. He would have loved to shoot him here and now with that bullet, but that would have been the end of his usefulness to his masters. Why did he give him that?

"Because you're right Bruce. Listen. Emotions ran high on the tower. There wasn't time to reflect on it, but tempers have calmed a bit and well. There may be nothing wrong with preparing for such an eventuality."

"Meaning exactly?" said Bruce growling and crossing his arms.

"It means that I trust you Bruce. You may be a little **** in your views, but you may be a victim of this town. That's where maybe you become like you are." Said Clark.

"Now was that an insult or a compliment?" asked Bruce, making Clark laugh.

"I'll let you pick. Bruce. You're the only one on the founding team that doesn't have any superpowers, and yet I think you're the strongest of us. It's your determination and iron will that keeps you going."

Even though Bruce's expression remained his usual stoic self at these words, he had to grin inwardly.

-That's right Clark! And it will be exactly this confidence that will bring you all to your knees. My will was probably not as unshakable as you think, my friend. The Bruce Wayne you knew no longer exists-

"And that's why you trust me with this? So that I can stop you in case of emergency?" he asked.

"Well, I'm hoping you won't necessarily kill me. Lois would be pretty pissed!" grinned Clark, then fell silent for a moment to take the order.

"I'll think about it." Bruce replied dryly, taking a sip of coffee.

"I was hoping for a little more... optimism, after all." Smirked Clark.

"If you want optimism, go to Barry. That's not my building site." He replied dryly. "What does that mean, exactly? Is Diana going to cut me in half when I come up?"

"Diana isn't even as mad at you as you might think. She told me she secretly agrees with you, but she doesn't like secrets. You know how she is. Either complete honesty or lies. She lives in a bit of a world of black and white there."

"Are you saying that if I had told you about the plans, you would be less upset?" said Bruce, and then had to grin once.

"Yeah... No... maybe!" Clark talked his way out of it. "I just want you to trust us a little...because we trust you."

"Then you're stupid." Said Bruce. Unfortunately, he had to say that anything else would have been conspicuous. Of course, he would have preferred to keep silent and not give Clark the finger that he too could be controlled. Unfortunately, he had ****.

"That may be so, Bruce. But as I said just now. I think you are the strongest of us. You will never turn away from your goals, and you will never betray your ideals. I just know that." Replied Clark with a chest tone of conviction, but before Bruce could say anything to that he raised his hand briefly and looked at the window. "I'm sorry. I've got to go. There's some trouble with the space shuttle. Uh... could you pick up the tab?" he asked meekly, and Bruce rolled his eyes.

"Ah. So that's why I get to go back to the Tower!"

"Somebody's gotta pay the electric bill." Laughed Clark and walked out of the building. Only seconds later, a heavy sonic boom was heard. Smirking, Bruce put a hundred on the table and then left the building. Alfred was still waiting in the car, so they drove back to the estate.

"Anything positive, Master Wayne?" asked Alfred, and Bruce good-humoredly let the green glowing cartridge fly into the air and caught it again. Even though the material was radioactive he had no fear of it. For humans it was almost harmless. But this sample would give him unexpected possibilities. His mind was suddenly full of ideas on how to deal with Superman.

"Something very positive Alfred. Something very good!" he grinned, then let himself be driven to the mansion. "I even finally have an idea for Barbara."

"Oh, really Master Wayne. May I ask what you are going to do?" he asked curiously.

"I'm going to make sure she sees things the way they should be." He just grinned and started jerking off with relish. He didn't care about the fact that Alfred could see everything in the rearview mirror. He was about to eliminate an opponent who could be dangerous to his masters' plans. And that was an incredibly horny thought!

After a releasing orgasm, he got out of the car and went directly into the house. There Kori was already standing in the entrance hall, smiling at him, but remembering that he didn't want to be hugged.

"Friend Bruce! You're back!" she smiled, however, and Bruce looked around.

"Where's Dick?" he asked, since he couldn't see his charge anywhere.

"Friend Dick is in Gotham. He's planning to stay there all night to give you a chance to get over the jet lag." She smiled, then looked surprised when he came up to her, took her in his arms and greedily pressed his lips to hers. Astonished, but not averse, her lips opened and so the kiss grew hotter and hotter. She felt his hand on her ass and grabbed it hard. At the same time, he pulled her hotly against his body. Fucking this unfaithful alien bitch was exactly what he needed right now. Then he wouldn't be so horny and would be able to concentrate on his task.

Kori did not let herself be deprived of this form of greeting either and lifted her right leg up and wrapped it around him. Immediately his second hand slipped under her miniskirt and the alien woman felt his strong hand directly on her skin. After a long, hot kiss, she snuggled up to him and looked at him expectantly.

"Friend Bruce. What are you up to?" she finally asked him.

"Giving you what you need!" he said, and then without paying any further attention to her words, pushed her onto a small table in the anteroom. It took only seconds until both were half naked and he fucked her on the table. Kori didn't care at all that Alfred came in after a few minutes and put the things in the house. It didn't bother her in the least that the older man saw her on all fours as her ass was being filled by Bruce. All she cared about right now was having more of his cock inside her. Kori had been making love to Dick often, almost daily, the last few days, hoping it would be like it was with Bruce. Unfortunately, all her hopes had been dashed. He was a great man, full of ideals and tenderness, but he just didn't understand what Kori needed.

But now she was here again. Letting her lover's foster father fuck her mercilessly in the ass. She didn't understand everything about this planet, but she knew that she was unfaithful. More than that. It was immoral, but it was just too good! Kori threw herself against her new lover's cock with every thrust. She just wanted him deeper inside her, to feel him impaling her even harder.

"Friend Bruce! Deeper! Please!" she finally pleaded as he pushed her head down onto the cold wooden floor. His weight shifted so that he could drop down on her with full ****. His thrusts always made Kori moan hotly and he too was in a frenzy. He enjoyed it literally as she squirmed under him. He fulfilled her request only too gladly and so he pushed into her again and again without restraint until he felt like he was about to come. As his hot cum spread through her anus, she heard a satisfied sigh. Her body visibly relaxed as she came as he must have. She turned her head in his direction and smiled at him with her bright eyes.

"Friend Bruce. It's wonderful with you, but what if friend Dick finds out?" she asked uncertainly for a moment. But that was no longer a reason or an obstacle for the new Bruce. He wondered how much he would have to fuck her until she would become his ****. Therefore he pulled her up to him and put her on the table. She willingly let him lift her up and spread her legs in anticipation of what was to come next. "Friend Bruce. You want more?" Her eyes sparkled as she watched him come to her, positioning himself between her legs and rubbing his cock against her hot cleft.

"That depends on Kori. Do you need more?" he asked as he exposed her tits.

Immediately his eyes wandered to her almost perfect tits. Slightly shiny in a layer of sweat, her nipples stood hard upright. Immediately the image of those hypnotic tits popped into his head and his cock hardened almost abruptly, hitting her pussy in the process. She of course didn't miss how spellbound he was staring at her tits and so she clenched hotly, her tongue shooting out of her mouth longer than any human tongue and playing with her own hard nipples.

"Do you like my breasts, friend Bruce?" she breathed more than aroused, and the fire in his eyes was an intoxicating aphrodisiac for her. He had stared at her tits like that in the hallway before giving her the fuck of her life. Bruce licked his lips lustfully as he watched her play with her tits, but in reality he only saw the image of his masters before his eyes. 2 perfect, flawless tits with those spirals that would always remind him that he was now a will-less **** to his masters. That they had broken him. That he would do anything for them. That he would obey their every command just to see them again, to have that feeling of being helpless again. Helpless and weak. At their mercy. Will-less. Without thoughts of his own. Able to ignore every boundary of morality.

"Yes!" he moaned, rubbing his rock-hard cock up and down her cunt while a small amount of cum squirted out of him and dripped against her labia.

"Much more!" she moaned, wrapping her legs around him again. Then she reached between her legs and pulled his cock to her cleft. With one thrust, he sank into her hot pussy, making her moan with pleasure. She put pressure on him with her legs and put her hands around his neck. Then she pulled his face to her tits and moaned in his ear. "I've missed you. The way you make love!" she moaned as he hotly sucked her nipples.

It wasn't long, however, before they were back on the floor and she was riding his cock. Her tits bobbed up and down in lust as she looked at him, moaning.

"Bruce! Yes... yes..." she breathed as he grabbed her tits with both hands and kneaded them firmly. This was just what she needed. She started to move slower and with circular motions she let his cock gyrate in her cleft. The feeling was wonderful. Since she had left her home, he was the first man to really give it to her. "I want more! I want much more! I finally feel like I'm home!" she moaned greedily, pressing her lips greedily to his.

Finally, the two lay half-naked on the floor of the entrance hall and she snuggled close to him. Her ample, full breasts pressed against his chest and with every breath she felt his chest rise and fall. Her long hair lay like a red cloak over his chest and face and his breath gently brushed over her ear. His hands slowly roamed over her back and also one over her ass. Both bodies were violently sweaty and she could feel his juice all over her body. His cock was half stiff and still pressed lightly against her thighs.

"Are you going to tell him?" she asked softly, unsure.

"He wouldn't understand. We're doing him a favor. He can't give you what you really need. That's where a relationship can fail. And I don't want you and him not to be happy! Do you understand?"

"That means... we have good sex so I can stay with him because he can only give me bad sex?" she asked thoughtfully but he could see that it started to rattle in her head. This explanation was logical for her. This was exactly how he had to manipulate her. Use her ideals and education against her and thus pull her more and more under his spell. Here he would not use any complicated mind control or any magical artifacts but just his hard, thick cock! Kori was the perfect way for him to clear his head.

If only there weren't those extremely hot tits she undoubtedly had and the feeling of doing things old Bruce Wayne never would have done. Finally the two heard a clearing of the throat and when Kori looked up she saw Alfred standing there.

"Would the lady and gentleman care for some fortifying tea?" he asked with his quiet, British manner. The fact that Kori was sitting exposed in front of him on his master's lap didn't seem to bother him in the least, or else he didn't let it show. For Kori this was even normal. It was just different on her homeworld.

"Oh. That's very sweet friend Alfred!" she smiled brightly. She was in a much better mood after her stunt with Bruce than she had been the last few days, since she had finally gotten a taste of what she needed.

"You're very welcome, Miss Kori." Smiled Alfred kindly and handed her a cup of the black tea. Kori took the cup with both hands and smiled blissfully up at him. Bruce was struck again by what a kind-hearted and loving person she was. So carefree so naive. So easily manipulated.

After that Alfred moved away again and Bruce could look up to her. When she noticed that he was looking up at her, she smiled warmly at him. Her face was just beautiful and happy. With a smile as pure as the sun, she sipped the tea and smiled at him.

"We won't tell him, will we? I want him to be happy." She smiled and then just stood up and hopped towards the bathroom with the cup of tea in her hand. He grinned then too and swung himself back to his feet with a leap. Hastily he picked up his things from the floor and headed towards the study. Still completely naked, he went to the large tower clock and set it to midnight. Finally, he pressed one of the figures and took a step back. He had walked hundreds of times through this secret passage into the cave and yet he had never been naked, let alone freshly fucked. But everything had changed for him. Now as he walked down the spiral staircase and felt the cold stone on his feet it was not to protect Gotham from danger but to commit a betrayal of epic proportions. He had a plan for Barbara. A plan that would use her greatest strength against her.

But then he remembered that Dick could enter the cave through the entrance at any time. It would certainly be bad if he found a naked Bruce. He immediately pulled on his pants and swung a towel over his shoulder. That would explain the sweat that flowed over his body. But he had nowhere near the time to shower. He was driven by the one desire to prove himself to his masters.

With an energetic step he crossed the metal bridge that connected the segments of the cave. Of course, the Bat-Mobile was still on the leaf platform, as Dick had always been a fan of motorcycles. Accordingly, the Bat-Bike was missing from its place. Looking up he could see the empty anchorage of the Bat-Wing and made a memo to himself that he needed a second flyer, in case of emergency. When he reached the first platform, he took a step to the side and put his hand on a spot on the rock face. This was in no way different from any other spot in this cave, and that was by design. Bruce had sat there for nearly 19 hours with a small file, sculpting this spot. It was a piece of work he was even proud of. Underneath was a DNA scanner that had been installed as an additional safeguard. Without this switch it was completely impossible to activate the systems of the cave and any attempt to access the systems would trigger an alarm. He had installed this measure after the break-in.

Gradually, the cave's floodlights came on and bathed the cave in a ghostly light. A few bats began to screech as they were so rudely awakened by the floodlights. Immediately, the cave's main computer booted up, activating systems one by one. The Bat-Mobile's ramp began to rotate, bringing the 3-ton masterpiece of driving art into down position. To his right, the newest gadget of his slowly rose out of the water. A troop carrier for heavy combat missions. So far the good piece had no name and Alfred simply called it the Brick.

But all that was of no interest to him at the moment. What he needed was the computer and lots of coffee. And so he sat at the computer for hours, while the coffee pot next to him kept emptying. Around 2 o'clock, Alfred downed the last pot and then retired to bed. His work was making excellent progress, interrupted only by occasional bouts of excitement as he imagined what it would be like to succeed.

Finally, a warning light alerted him that there was an intruder in the tunnel and shortly thereafter he heard the whir of the electric bike. Slowly he turned around and watched as the dark tunnel slowly brightened. As always, Dick preferred to stop the bike with a hard, very impressive looking brake. The suit he wore was a minimally altered version of his own suit. Dick was a little more slenderly built than Bruce and his fighting style was more acrobatic and faster.

"Hey Bruce. Back again?" he said after getting off the bike and pulling the mask off his head.

"How was it? Did you find any traces of Ivy?" he asked in his calm, determined way.

"Hey Dick, how are you? You all, right? Yeah, sure Bruce! I'm fine!" laughed Dick, then shook his head. He had known Bruce for a long time. "No sign of our green botanist. She seems to have run out of fertilizer."

"At least your jokes are still as bad as they used to be." Retorted Bruce dryly, and Dick only grinned wider.

"Good thing nothing happened to you in Japan. Imagine if you'd found your sense of humor! What a disaster! So. nothing to report. The nights were completely quiet. Apart from Ivy breaking out, there was nothing going on. And she's keeping a low profile. We've seen that before."

"That's right. She'll stay under the radar for a few weeks first to regroup. Then she usually comes back with a big bang. As usual. You must be tired." He said, then turned back to his computer only to look back at it briefly. "Good job!"

"Praise? Sure, you're not sick?" smirked Dick on his way to the armory. It wasn't long before he came back out in sweatpants and a sweatshirt, waving at him as he headed for the stairs. "I'd say don't take too long, but we both know you don't care."

As soon as Dick was out of sight, he flipped the monitor back on and looked at the command code he'd been writing for the last few hours. Line by line he checked it again and again. With Barbara, he couldn't afford to make a mistake. She was probably even better at using the computer than he was. Her skills as a hacker were even more important to him than her skills as a fighter. Barbara was an excellent team member and her skills as a bat-girl were impressive, but that wasn't what he was aiming for now.

The program seemed to be working well. At least, he hoped so. He looked at the clock again. It was now almost 5 in the morning. A perfect time of day. Barbara was either deeply asleep or she would be very tired by now. Just the right moment.

"Computer. Call Barbara." He said and leaned back. Slowly he unzipped his pants while a soft notorious beep, beep could be heard over the speakers.

"Bruce? I hope this is important. I've been up all night and was just about to go to bed." He heard the voice of Barbara Gordon. In his mind, he was already picturing the red-haired young woman as she was under his control. Smiling, he looked down at himself and stared at his hard-on. Stiff and erect, his cock stood before him. He closed his right hand around his cock with pleasure and moved it slowly up and down. Luckily there were no cameras here that could have hacked it.

"Sorry Barbara. I have some data here that I'm having a hard time cracking the encryption on. Can't you take a look at it? It's about a **** and I only have 24 hours." He lied and continued to play with his stiff cock.

"Alright." He heard her reply as she yawned loudly. "You pay the coffee bill. Send the data. I'll take a look at it." She said and Bruce hit enter. He had even thought of a solution in case she found the program. The story he had come up with was error free.

"Send me the bill Barbara. And thank you very much. It's important that you send me the answer as soon as you have something." He said and then hung up. Then he stood up and pulled his pants back up. Even a Batman needed a little sleep now and then. And now there was nothing he could do anyway. Now he had to wait and be patient. Something he was particularly good at.

And proving patience was much easier when you were asleep.

Meanwhile, Barbara, half asleep, plodded toward the kitchen. Grumpily, she turned the coffee maker back on and watched as the life-giving elixir flowed into the pot.

"Sure Barbara. Give me a hand quick...who needs sleep?" she mumbled to herself, imitating Bruce's voice. But that was just fatigue talking. When Bruce addressed her, it was even a kind of honor. Because that showed how much he relied on her. And also, that this code was pretty hard to crack. As soon as the coffee was ready she rolled on her chair through the small apartment to her computer. The equipment she had here was worth about as much as some skyscrapers and yet it looked like the cheap PC from the supermarket. The mail from Bruce had already arrived and still she was careful according to his admonitions.

"Let's see if you come up with the right code then, you cute little mail!" she laughed and wagged her head happily. Her special programs immediately checked to see if the mail really came from the cave and had the correct security code. Since the incident, Bruce tended to be a little paranoid. However, all the check boxes indicated that everything was fine.

Curious, she dragged the file to the desktop without running the usual security routines. She'd probably get an earful from Bruce, but she didn't give a shit about that at 5am. The mail had already gone through over 50 security checks to even get near Bruce's main computer. So why should she waste another half hour looking for viruses or malware. That's exactly what Bruce had hoped she would do at this hour, make that mistake.

"Pff. You can look as evil as you want, Bruce." She laughed and gave the Bat-Man juggler on the desk a thump. Grinning, she watched as the figure happily wiggled its head back and forth, then opened the file. As she watched a window open, she took a deep sip from her coffee cup.

"So what do we have here?" she then said to herself, staring at the monitor. It was a kind of kaleidoscope that was constantly changing shape and color. After the first few tests, it was clear to her why Bruce was having trouble with it. It was a matrix that kept changing and changing codes with each change. The slightest mistake reset the whole lock and you had to start all over again. What made it special was the fact that the code was designed to withstand automated code-breaking programs. The nasty trick behind this code was that the code breaker did not realize that he had broken the level.

"Clever, clever!" she admitted, letting her fingers do the cracking. "Bruce! The coffee bill is going to be nasty." She would be sitting here longer, so she quickly wrote a program that would send a sick note in her name in time. She also got the big coffee maker out of the cabinet and filled it up. The last thing she needed with one of these things was fatigue.

For hours she stared transfixed at the monitor showing the color samples and kept squinting at monitors 2 and 3 to keep an eye on the system analyses. Several times she had to start over because she had misinterpreted one of the patterns and it took her a while to finally get behind the system. The sun was already high in the sky when she finally got the hang of it.

Highly concentrated, she stared at the monitor like a woman possessed. She didn't want to disappoint Bruce in any way and was well aware of the timer. Doggedly, she fought her way through the patterns level by level.

But her ambition was her downfall.

Her great talent was to be able to concentrate on one thing for an extremely long time. And that's exactly what Batman had used against her. The matrix Barbara had been watching so diligently all along was built on the foundation of a very, very old enemy of Batman's. In his first year as Batman, long before the likes of the Joker or Two Face, there were many normal criminals and very few "supervillains." One of the first to appear was a guy named Spellbinder. A man named Delbert Billings. He was a very good illustrator who worked a lot with optical illusions and holograms. He found that he could use these to create illusions in the human mind. He used this gift directly to pull off a bank robbery.

Batman had tried to prevent it, but had been caught in one of the illusions. Even in the second robbery, he had not succeeded against the man's illusions. This early stage of his career had almost been the end of Batman, but the third time Batman had managed to resist the illusion. The man the press had summarily named Spellbinder fled to Metropolis and took on Superman there. That he had managed to put Superman in a trance was a sign of how skillfully he could use his artwork, but the Kryptonian physiology was more robust than that of a human. What had lasted for several hours with Batman was shaken off within seconds with Superman.

His career therefore ended in Metropolis when Superman destroyed Spellbinder's protective helmet and fell victim to his own illusions. Since then he was in a mental institution and was unable to free himself from the prison he had put himself in. However, the name Spellbinder never really became popular, because shortly after that the Joker launched his first attack on Gotham and these fights were much more famous. Few probably remembered this villain. He had never gained much notoriety, so his technology was perfect for what Bruce had in mind for Barbara. As she focused on the matrix in front of her, she became more and more caught up in these optical illusions. What started as single edge flashes formed into more and more concrete hallucinations and suggestions with each new level. When she had cracked the 30 level the program started to produce some sounds, but it was too late for Barbara. She had been seeing things that didn't exist for an hour. In her illusion she was still eager to crack the program, but in reality her fingers lay motionless on the keyboard and her eyes hung in the matrix.

The illusion had been created by Bruce himself. It was tailor-made for Barbara.

Barbara smiled with satisfaction. She had made it. Finally. She had cracked that code and thanks to her, a life was saved by Batman. All thanks to her help. She saw it clearly before her eyes. How they were celebrating with Dick and Bruce and Alfred together at Wayne Manor. How she was in the best of moods, joking with Kori and having her fun.

One by one they withdrew until she was left alone wandering the corridors of Wayne Manor. She felt that she was missing something and went in search of it.

Finally she heard something and followed the sound. In the living room she found the source of the sound. She saw Dick lying on the table and Kori riding his cock. It was a beautiful sight. The two of them didn't seem to see or hear her, so she could watch her friend fucking her ex completely undisturbed. She could hear them both giving in to their passion. It was unusual for her. She had never experienced sex like this before. She had never been in the position of a voyeur. Especially not with her friends. However, it was clear. She felt her lust growing. The longer she watched the more arousing it was.

She wanted to see how the two came together. She wanted to experience the climax of the two. As a silent, secret spectator. But then she heard something new. Hastily she turned away from the two and went in search of the new sound. Past ancient knight's armor and through the secret passages of Wayne Manor directly into the heart of the house. The Bat-Cave.

Slowly she strode across the platform, hearing the waterfall rushing in the distance and the whir of the lift as the vehicles were moved into position. But none of that mattered to her. She saw HIM.

Batman. The Black Knight. Standing there with his cape and mask.

His stiff, hard, thick cock was unmistakable and stood out strikingly against the deep black of his armor. Kneeling in front of him was Cat Woman. She was wearing her full outfit. Her amazing body was visible through the skin-tight latex. A black corsage pressed up her equally impressive tits and gave her an erotic aura.

"Bruce?" she stammered shyly as Bruce turned to her.

"Hey Barbara. I knew you wouldn't want to miss the show." He said in his deep, smoky voice that had always made Barbara ratty. Then he turned to the two women. "Yes Selina. Come on. Be my horny fuck-cat! Batgirl loves to watch!"

Watching! Yes! That was what she wanted. Like just now with Dick and Kori... and now with Bruce! How he would get a blowjob from those two! This time, though, she wanted to stay until it was done. She wanted to see it all.

"Bruce. That's going too far!" she heard Selina say and felt a disappointment rise inside her. She would have loved to watch and now Selina was ruining everything for her. But then she saw Bruce lift a remote and press down on it.

"Let's try it again you cheap piece of pussy. Let's show my horny Barbara how well you suck my cock! Make sure she sees exactly how you suck me. You want to make her as horny as you can, and it turns you on me to blow my cock while she watches. YOU want her to get horny and the most important thing is that she sees me cum all over your face," Bruce said and grinned at Barbara. "And be nice and dirty and depraved about it! You know Barbara likes it when you're a skanky little slut whose cunt is insatiable."

"Yes, Bat-Man. I want her to watch and get horny! Hey Barbara. Enjoy the show. I'm going to milk Batman now and drink his delicious milk! If you want you can help yourself while doing it. This just turns me on even more! I can't wait to see how his thick, horny, fuck cock splashes my slut face full and if you're lucky he will fuck his hot bitch afterwards nice. You have no idea how awesome it feels when his cock drills into my cunt! He almost tears me apart, but I cannot get enough of it. Come closer, little one. Look here!" Breathed Selina immediately and reached for his hard cock. She stuck out her tongue and licked the length of his stiff penis over and over again.

"I love Mad Hatters technique!" grinned Bruce, then winced as Selina's blood red, sinful lips wrapped around his cock. Barbara was shocked, fascinated and aroused all at once. She had often wondered what it would be like, and more than once in her life she had narrowly resisted the temptation to hack his systems to secretly cock while they did each other. Now she stood here, within reach of them, watching his cock disappear between her lips over and over again. It was the horniest thing she had ever seen. While Bruce was getting his cock sucked, he grinned to Barbara and moaned hotter to her.

"Hey... why don't you sit down at the computer! I know you love secretly hacking my systems to watch! I have a surprise for you too!" he said and Barbara blushed for the first time. It wasn't the fact that she was watching his blowjob, but that he knew she was a voyeur. That she had exploited his trust so often. Of course, it had not escaped him. He was Batman, after all. She suddenly realized that he had staged many opportunities, perhaps even just for her. Of course, he was right. Of course she wanted to watch it from the computer. She took a seat and activated the monitors. Immediately she felt the familiar horniness growing between her legs as they showed the scene directly behind her from all possible perspectives on 5 monitors. While she massaged her breasts with one hand, her right hand played with the joysticks to zoom in or out on the cameras. Her nipples were already hard and pressed greedily against her suit. On the cameras she could see exactly how Selina massaged Bruce's balls, her lips wrapped around his cock over and over again. The red lipstick was clearly visible on his skin, while she submissively and under the influence of Mad Hatter's helmet kept looking right into the cameras, as if she wanted to challenge Barbara.

Then, at last, it was time. She reached out and jerked the soaked cock harder and harder, pointing it directly at her face. The black cat mask left only her eyes and lips exposed but Barbara couldn't wait. Watching him cum was always the highlight for her. And also now she hastily zoomed all cameras on her face and his cock respectively. She didn't want to miss a second of it. When she saw how his cock started to pump the sperm and hit Selina's mask, slowly flowing down over the latex, her mouth wide open and with her tongue out. This looked so horny that she moved her hand between her legs. Hastily her hand slid into her pants to push 3 fingers into her pussy. With each thrust of his cum she drove her fingers deeper and harder into her pussy. She **** herself to keep her eyes open so she wouldn't miss a second of it. Breathing hotly, she watched as Selina began to wipe the cum off her face like a cat with the back of her hand and then lick off her suit. This was too much for her. With a relieving gasp Barbara came too and spread her fingers in her pussy one last time to prolong the feeling. Having her own juice flowing over her fingers was an exciting bonus for her.

"Did you like it?" she finally heard his voice right next to her. He was standing right next to her chair and hadn't even wrapped his cock yet. It hung limp and clearly drawn from his pants. She turned the cameras so she could see the new perspective. He was standing half a meter next to her. On a monitor it looked totally harmless. You could see Batman from behind, in his long deep cape and her sitting on the chair. From this perspective you couldn't see his dick or the hand in her pants.

On another one, however, you could clearly see how her hand in her pants was moving and his cock was within reach. On the others she had zoomed in more on his spanking and could clearly see every trace of her lipstick, every vein of his and every drop of cum. Licking her lips, she focused her eyes only on the monitor. She just loved to see something like that on the slight flicker of a monitor. There she could see herself turning her head to his cock. Eyes twisted as far as they could to not look directly at his cock, but to see it on the monitor as she stuck out her tongue. One hand reaching for his flaccid cock. With pleasure she watched herself on the monitor licking the tip of his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his cock directly and the taste of Selina's saliva and his cum was divine. She licked over the glans until it was completely clean and then smiled directly up at him.

The dark armor, the gray symbol on his chest, the strong energetic chin and in addition that mask that covered most of his face. Her fingers moved over her clit as if of their own accord.

"More. Fuck her... please!" she moaned, looking up pleadingly at him, then at Selina who was still licking her fingertips. When she looked back at Batman, he was gone from the face of the earth. How did he always do that?! Why didn't he fulfill her request? Why didn't he let her watch him fuck Cat-Woman?! She wanted to see him have sex.

-Where are you? - she asked herself and resolved to find him. One by one, she looked through all the rooms of the mansion. She finally found Bruce in the living room. He was standing in the doorway while Kori and Dick were fucking each other on the table. His cock was still exposed, even though it was now sticking up hard and stiff again. He was horny again. The sight of Kori riding Dick and her big tits bouncing with each thrust seemed to make him horny. They hadn't noticed the dark knight yet and Barbara grinned. She wondered if Bruce liked to watch too, if they had that in common.

"Did you like it?" she finally heard his voice right next to her. He was standing right next to her chair and hadn't even wrapped his cock yet. It hung limp and clearly drawn from his pants. She turned the cameras so she could see the new perspective. He was standing half a meter next to her. On a monitor it looked totally harmless. You could see Batman from behind, in his long deep cape and her sitting on the chair. From this perspective you couldn't see his dick or the hand in her pants.

On another one, however, you could clearly see how her hand in her pants was moving and his cock was within reach. On the others she had zoomed in more on his spanking and could clearly see every trace of her lipstick, every vein of his and every drop of cum. Licking her lips, she focused her eyes only on the monitor. She just loved to see something like that on the slight flicker of a monitor. There she could see herself turning her head to his cock. Eyes twisted as far as they could to not look directly at his cock, but to see it on the monitor as she stuck out her tongue. One hand reaching for his flaccid cock. With pleasure she watched herself on the monitor licking the tip of his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his cock directly and the taste of Selina's saliva and his cum was divine. She licked over the glans until it was completely clean and then smiled directly up at him.

The dark armor, the gray symbol on his chest, the strong energetic chin and in addition that mask that covered most of his face. Her fingers moved over her clit as if of their own accord.

"More. Fuck her... please!" she moaned, looking up pleadingly at him, then at Selina who was still licking her fingertips. When she looked back at Batman, he was gone from the face of the earth. How did he always do that?! Why didn't he fulfill her request? Why didn't he let her watch him fuck Cat-Woman?! She wanted to see him have sex.

-Where are you? - she asked herself and resolved to find him. One by one, she looked through all the rooms of the mansion. She finally found Bruce in the living room. He was standing in the doorway while Kori and Dick were fucking each other on the table. His cock was still exposed, even though it was now sticking up hard and stiff again. He was horny again. The sight of Kori riding Dick and her big tits bouncing with each thrust seemed to make him horny. They hadn't noticed the dark knight yet and Barbara grinned. I wonder if Bruce liked to watch too, if they had that in common.

"HARDER. HARDER! YES, FUCK MY ASS YOU HORNY BUCK! FUCK ME HARDER!" she heard from the speakers of the cave in a volume that was deafening. But it was still just right for her. She herself moaned lustfully when she saw that, heard that and was licked by Selina.

For hours she enjoyed the show as Batman fucked any woman he wanted. How she secretly watched him fucking Poison Ivy, getting a blowjob from Harley and also having a hot orgy with all of them at the same time. It was the fulfillment of her deepest fantasies.

In reality.

24 hours had passed. The timer rang but Barbara didn't even hear it. Drool ran down her cheek and out of her half-open mouth and dripped onto her pajama jacket. Her fingers were still on the keyboard without moving. Her gaze was completely fixed on the monitor and for over 11 hours she had not moved an inch. Everything she had experienced was only in her mind, an optical illusion caused by the images of Spellbinder. Then, finally, the program ended on its own. The internal timer had run out and so the program ended. As if on command, her fingers flew across the keyboard and sent the mail back. Only after that was done did she start blinking, and faster and faster. She rubbed her eyes and stretched tiredly. Her whole body felt so numb.

"Fucking program..." she cursed and looked at the timer. She had sent the mail back to Bruce in time. She had made it. Lucky for her. She had been so engrossed in this puzzle that she had totally forgotten the time. Even her coffee was ice cold and sitting there untouched.

"Pff! Riddler 0. Batman 0. Bat Girl 1!" she cheered, spinning in her chair in amusement. "Jesus Bruce. That's going to cost you! That used to be a masterpiece of code. Hmmm. And what are you doing fine right now?" she wondered, raising a brow. -Why not, actually? -

She bent over the keyboard and typed in some commands. Immediately, the appropriate windows popped up and she picked out the appropriate one.

"MHMMM!" she grinned.

On the monitor, she saw Bruce lying in his bed, and without a blanket. But that wasn't what attracted her eyes. It was the fact that he wasn't sleeping, but jerking off.

-What a magnificent cock, my dear.- she grinned and stood up to take off her pants. She was going to enjoy the show. As she watched Bruce jerk his cock, breathing hotly, she began to give it to herself. Shortly after, she moaned lustfully and ripped off her top. She wanted to see Bruce cum. She wanted to see his cum spread over just about everything. But then it happened.

His head jerkily turned directly toward the camera. He looked at it closely. As if he knew that he was being watched. And then he got up, stood next to the bed. So that she had a perfect view of the front of his body. Wide-legged he stood next to the bed and hastily jerked off. As he did so, he looked at the camera and moaned lustfully.

"Yes Bruce! YAA come. Jerk off! Cum for your horny Barbara! Cum for me! Show me your juice!" she moaned and the moment he started to cum her own body exploded. She had no idea when she had last had such a hot orgasm.

From now on she would keep an eye on him, that was completely clear to her. Then she saw out of breath how he went to the phone and dialed. But her eyes were only on his cock. Cum was still dripping from it onto the carpet. She would have loved to know what his juice tasted like. Or smelled. Then her phone rang.

"Barbara. Glad you could make it." She heard his equally excited, heavy-breathing voice. "I'll be on my way in a minute."

"Maybe you should put some clothes on first, Bruce." She answered him cheekily and his gaze drifted back to the camera. He didn't seem angry. On the contrary. His dick twitched suspiciously.

"Like this, huh?" he asked as his free hand moved to his cock. Then all of a sudden, his voice was gone and she saw on the monitor how he held the phone right up to his cock and jerked it up and down a little. Either she was imagining it or she could actually hear his fingers sliding over the soaked cock, making a slight squishing sound. Then he raised it to his ear again and smiled.

"What all did you see?"

"Everything!" she breathed, spreading her legs as wide as the chair would allow.

"I've always wanted to be watched doing it." Admitted Bruce and she couldn't resist the urge.

"Turn to your left Bruce." On the monitor she saw him do what she said. Now she had him in full view again. "Now grab hold of your cock. Yes. That's it. Play with your glans with your thumb. Mhmm. Yes. Make it hard. That's good. Yeah... start jerking off. Mhmm... you want me to watch, don't you? You like that idea? Yes, I can see how horny it makes you. Yes baby! Jerk off. Bruce. Will you allow me to record this? I want to watch it over and over again!"

"Yes. Record it!" he moaned loudly, then breathed excitedly. "Too bad Kori isn't here now."

As a reward, he heard Barbara cry out at the thought. Her pussy was now no longer filled with her fingers, but a hard, thick dildo was up to its limit in her cunt.

-Fucking Kori behind Dick's back. Oh, what a horny bitch!"

"Are you fucking your pussy?" she heard his "Batman" voice suddenly which only made her hornier.

"Yes! YAAA! I want to watch! I want to see you fuck her cunt! Please Bruce! I'll do anything you ask! OH YES!"

"You will!" was all she heard him say and then they both exploded in a violent orgasm knowing that from now on they were an immoral team. Barbara would do anything to watch and Bruce smiled with satisfaction. "Now you're mine!" he moaned as his cock spread the last of its cum on the floor. "Now we are uniquely theirs!"

All Barbara could manage to reply was a long drawn out, half moan. "Yes... to them!"