Batgirl wakes up...

Batgirl's body was still sensitive and aroused thanks to her earlier encounter on the roof. In her injured daze, she's unable to fight the feelings of pleasure as her body slowly responds to my touch.

Reaching out for one of the batarangs lying amongst the rubble, I use the razor-tip to slowly cut the top of Batgirl's costume with deliberate care. Starting at her neck and tracing downward, the slice continues lower over her chest. Smiling, I watch eagerly as the fabric of the yellow bat-symbol splits apart, revealing her soft pale skin underneath.

Batgirl squirms, unable to move, still unaware of what’s happening to her. Eventually, she slowly becomes aware that she's being undressed. “Cat-..." Her voice whimpers meekly before trailing off.

The knife-like batarang continues its journey lower, cutting through her costume as it peels back over her bare abs and toned flesh. My crotch twitches excitedly, growing hard as I finish the long cut, slicing lower between her legs.

Batgirl's body is now exposed and visible to me as she lays helpless and injured. I grin at the sight of the soft red-hairs between her long legs. My fingers slide tenderly down through the hairs of her pussy as I savor the moment.

Parting the lips of her slit, I tease her tight little cunt. Still holding my phone, I continue to take photos and film portions of video in order to ensure that her days as a superhero are over.

Batgirl's pussy is already slightly damp as I tease it, zooming in to film a close-up and make her look like a secret slut as I sink my finger up inside her.

As I slide my finger into her tight teen cunt, Batgirl slowly starts coming to her senses as she regains consciousness. She groans softly. “C-Catwoman?"

As she awakens, Batgirl's back screams in agony, the pain shoots through her like needles. The young heroine sobs in terror, unable to feel her legs. Slowly becoming more aware of her surroundings, she feels strong hands wandering over her flesh, calloused fingers probing her young pussy.

Batgirl's eyes water with pain, clouding her thoughts for a few more moments until she focuses on the sensations of the fingers inside her. Despite the pleasure washing away some of her pain, she tries to struggle against the ****, instantly alert now as the adrenaline kicks in.

"W-what... who are you?" Batgirl cries out defiantly. "Let go of me!!"