Batgirl Bounces Back, Dick is Denied

Batgirl slowly came to as blue and red lights flashed around her.

“Why are the police here? And better yet, where is here?” she thought. Then, recent events started trickling back. She had picked up a tripped alarm on her Batgirl-Alarm Detection Device, and she thought she’d enjoy stopping a jewelry heist. She remembered a fight, and then waking up on the floor.

“I guess whoever that was didn’t want to add **** to their rapp sheet.” thought Batgirl.

Just then several police officers rushed into the store, with weapons drawn. Upon seeing Batgirl, the sergeant in charge lowered his gun.

“Batgirl? Are you alright? What on Earth happened here?”

Batgirl rubbed the side of her head. “I’m a bit woozy, but I’m fine, sarge. As for what happened, I’m still not so sure myself. There was a robbery in progress…” She paused as she tried to remember details. “It was a lone perpetrator, we fought, he won. He was wearing a red hood, I didn’t see his face…”

“Or did I?” she thought. She slowly remembered. “His hood came down in the fight, and it was… Robin! But how? Why?”

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay Batgirl. Anything else we should know?” asked the officer.

Batgirl hesitated. “No,” she said. “Nothing else.” She didn’t want to make any wild accusations about her fellow crime fighters before she was sure.

“Well whoever he was, he must be skilled enough to give you a run for your money.” He turned to one of the other officers. “Put out an APB on this ‘Red Hood’.”

Batgirl headed out to her Batcycle, and took off driving nowhere in particular, she just needed to think. “If that really was Robin, I need to figure out why he’d be robbing a jewelry store. I wonder if there’s a connection to the recent robberies of Minerva’s spa patrons.” She resolved to investigate further tomorrow, her head was pounding, and she needed to get some rest.

***

Meanwhile, Minerva and her brainwashed boy-toy, Dick Grayson, were wrapped in the throws of passion, a reward for Robin's successful robbery.

“Oh yes dahling, yesss! Zat’s the spot, right zere, mmmmm! You love zat pussy, yes, eat it up, ohhh!”

Dick was naked on his knees, his hands grasping Minerva’s ass while he ate her pussy out. He’d never actually performed oral sex before, but Minerva had given him direction to her liking. He licked, nibbled, and sucked her clit in abject worship, giving his goddess pleasure was all that mattered to him. Her smell and taste was the most delicious thing he’d ever experienced.

Minerva grabbed his hair and pressed him hard into her snatch. “Oh yes Dicky, I’m so clooose! Harder, harder ooooh! Right zere, OHHH, YES DAHLING, YESS!”

An intense orgasm overcame Minerva. She’d been pleasured by countless men over the years, but never by an utterly devoted brainwashed ****. She loved the power! She pushed Dick’s face away and lay back, out of breath.

“Very good, dahling, you did very vell! I may have to keep you around after all!” she stroked his hair as she spoke.

“Thank you Minerva, I just want to make you happy.” Dick said, as he climbed up on top of her. He kissed her neck, and was about to enter her when Minerva pushed him off.

Minerva scowled. “VHAT do you sink you’re doing?”

Dick stammered. “I.. thought we were going to make love...” he said, desperation in his voice.

“On ze first date? What kind of voman do you take me for? I don’t know vhere little Dicky has been, dahling.”

Dick was mortified. “I’m so sorry Minerva, just thought… it’s… I’m just so…” He had no idea what to say. He was so painfully horny, but he couldn’t bear upsetting Minerva.

Minerva loved to tease men, and seeing Dick so flummoxed was hilarious. Of course he thought they would make love, she had told him so while he was under the machine’s influence.

“But his consciousness doesn’t know that!” she thought.

“I know, dahling, I'm irresistible. I tell you vhat, maybe you come back tomorrow night and do anozer little job for me, zen maybe we can pick up vhere we left off. And of course, don't mention anysing to dear Bruce, zis can be our little secret."

"Of course Minerva, whatever you want."

"Of course, of course! Now, go and take a cold shower, dahling."