Bats in Warehouses

Written in collaboration with Shadowmage

“You know, she really didn’t seem like the warehouse type when I met her.” I remarked quietly as we carefully crept through the seemingly empty hall.

We had infiltrated her workplace, hoping to find some clue on where she might have taken Ivy. A gym full of people were now my loyal slaves and I needed to make sure this didn’t spread to all of Gotham or else Bruce would never let me hear the end of it.

“People can surprise you.” Barbara whispered back. Typing away at the computer terminal we found to dig up any dirt on her. “Are you saying ladies aren’t allowed to work in warehouses?”

“Ladies can work wherever they damn well please.” I gruffly replied, not interested in one of her sexism debates. “She just… didn’t seem like the type.” I looked around at all the heavy boxes, assumedly filled with clothing imported from stylish Metropolis. With the fancy clothes she wore, Mindy really seemed like the type of girl to wear this crap rather than lift it… but who knows. I just needed to know where she was now.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I called in backup.” Barbara suddenly said, putting her hand up before I could growl. “It isn’t Bruce. It isn’t even Dick or Damian. I know Cass is around today and thought we could use an extra pair of hands. She should be here any minute.”

I shrugged, Cassandra Cain was definitely one of the bat bunch I got on with best all things considered. Helps when you’ve got a backstory a mile long, plus having been to the other side can definitely bond people. “Yeah yeah, that’s fine. Anything on the computer?”

“Nothing.” She frowned, closing the laptop. “At least nothing we didn’t already know. Her next shift starts at 10 but I think we both know she’ll be calling in sick.”

“Great. Back to square one.”

Batgirl nodded, “Well, technically we could be further away.” She reminded me.

“You’re being awfully chipper for dealing with mind controlled women here.” I glared at her. “Why were you even at that gym?”

A new voice entered the ring before Babs could answer. “Sometimes you need a little light in your life Jason, don’t drag us all down with you.”

In the doorway was Cassandra, otherwise known as Batgirl. Yeah, creative bunch aren’t we. She was the one who took over for Barbara while she was in a wheelchair. Her costume was basically the same as hers, except she had much shorter hair and coverings over her eyes. Always said it helped with her senses, which were tuned to eleven from a life of reading people’s movements.

“Oh thank god you’re here Cass.” Barbara suddenly blurted out before I could retort. “I really don’t know how long I could hold myself back from plunging myself onto Master’s dick.”

My heart fucking stopped.

In that instant of fear and surprise the room’s atmosphere changed immediately. Cass slammed the door shut and Barbara delivered a powerful leg sweep on me that sent me tumbling to the ground.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” I exclaimed, more concerned about the revelation than the painful landing. “MINDY GOT TO YOU TOO?!”

Barbara just laughed, “Who do you think hacked your helmet to get you to come all the way out here?” She sneered, landing on my body and trapping me between her thighs.

“We’ve been training at that gym for a few weeks now, extra physical therapy for both of us.” Cassandra continued, leaning on the floor next to me and placing a long sexy leg over my neck, “We were so hoping that you’d come and join all your slaves, and just accept you deserve a huge harem. But we knew better. That’s why the three of us will be here until Mistress Mindy tells us she’s done enslaving all the women in Gotham.”

That was enough of a warning bell to know to kick into action. I shoved back on both of them, sending them flying off me enough so I could scramble to my feet.

They’d clearly blocked the entrance, but I could make my own exit. I pressed the buttons on my wrist to-

“I JUST said I hacked your helmet, do you not think I hacked your motorcycle too?” Barbara yelled, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my helmet. “Now SIT STILL and accept our love Master!”

“NO!” I barked back, spinning around until she flung off me, “I have to try and fix you!”

“But we’ve never been happier!” Cass interrupted, I felt her jab her hands into my shoulders and my arms went limp. Damn League of Assassin bullshit, before I could do anything else my belt was swiped and my pants fell to the floor.

Barbara was on my back instantly again, this time jamming some gum on my helmet. It fizzled, shone a bright light, and suddenly my helmet clicked off and landed with a clunk.

“Why can’t you just give in?” Barbara hissed into my ear, “I really want to fuck you Jason. More than anyone else in the world, yours is the cock I want to slather with love.”

Her words were definitely having they’re intended effect, I tried stumbling backwards but Cass was below me, grabbing my boxers enthusiastically. “I saw your penis a few years ago, in the showers.” She mumbled, “It was really big Jason. I have always been too shy, but whenever I saw you after that I imagined you showing it to me, I imagined its smell, how it would taste, how much you’d drown me in cum…” She looked up at me with begging eyes, “you want to drown me in cum, don’t you master?”

“Y-you two are sick…” I weakly fought back, feeling the feeling in my arms return but no willpower to do anything with them.

“Do these look sick to you Jason?” Barbara asked as she walked around to kneel with Cass. The conniving woman had undone her top just enough for her bouncy breasts to be replacing the bat-symbol right now, an amazing replacement that I’d dreamt of for years. “Maybe you could take a closer look?”

Cassandra just wouldn’t stop sniffing me. Shimmying my underwear down just enough to have my tip poke out the top, which she moaned at the sight of.

It was hot, erotic, a personal fantasy.

But Batman would resist it.

And fuck him if he thinks he’s better than me.

I threw a smoke bomb down and a grenade at the corner of the warehouse. I was going to escape these two…

Though I had no idea how.