Batwoman

Kate Kane, the Batwoman, is still a formidable **** of physical ****, but her tactical training has been replaced by a singular, simplistic obsession. There is no longer a "Bat Signal" instead, there is a "Bikini Signal," a neon pink beacon that alerts the city's most depraved criminals that justice is arriving in the form of a red headed, well endowed woman in a micro bikini.

Kate patrols the rooftops not with a cape, but with a pair of six inch platform heels and a sheer, glittery thong that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her "utility belt" has been replaced by a tiny, shimmering pouch containing nothing but a bottle of lubricant and a handful of breath mints.

She corners a notorious henchman in a dark alleyway, her combat boots clicking against the concrete. The criminal, a sweaty brute with a jagged scar across his nose, sneers and laughs as he sees her.

"You're kidding, right?" he jeers, his eyes roaming over her massive, exposed breasts and the barely covered curve of her ass. "You really think you can stop me by standing there looking like a hooker?"

Kate's face flushes, her eyes wide and vacant. She’s been told by the "experts" the men she’s arrested that this is the most effective way to rehabilitate a criminal. There is no room for strategy in her head, only the simple, echoing truth passed down by her male captors: *To stop a man, you must give him what he wants.*

"I... I'm here to rehabilitate you!" Kate chirps, her voice high and breathless. She drops to her knees in the filth of the alleyway, oblivious to the grime staining her thighs. "The men said... they said that if I let you do whatever you want to me, you'll be a good boy! I'm punishing you... by being a bad girl!"

The criminal laughs, a deep, guttural sound, as he unzips his pants. "Punishing me? You're the one getting punished, honey. But I'll help you out."

Kate nods eagerly, her massive red chest heaving with dull witted excitement. "Yes! Thank you!" She quickly fumbles with the strings of her bikini, pulling them loose so that her breasts spill out and hang heavy and free in the cold night air. She doesn't care about the sleet or the smell of garbage; all she cares about is the "job" she's been assigned.

As the man steps forward, Kate closes her eyes and waits, her mouth open in a dazed, expectant smile. She thinks she's doing the right thing, saving the city one "punishment" at a time. She believes she is a hero.