Chapter 11: Ricarda Is Once More Reminded of her Past

Once again, Nightwing stopped the False-Faced heralds from forcing Blüdhaven face-down and ASS-UP for their Black Masked mistress to violate. Clapping her heroic ASSCHEEKS to conquer criminal cock for the second time in the day. And how better to reward her victory than being doused in femme cum? What better way to rest on her valor than upon a thick purple-gold mattress of jizz?

Under her sperm bedding, Nightwing fell into another deep slumber, descending into her memories once again. The final, scathing words of the Black Mask's fox guided the path of her subconscious. Before her defeat via ASSJOB, she had one last word for the fine booty taking her to nirvanASS.

Superslut. A contemporary succubus whose crime-fighting mission is only thinly-veiled justification for her lust for thick, hard, throbbing femme cocks.

Nightwing was, of course, appalled. She was a soldier in the war against crime, raised with a love and desire for justice. She came to Blüdhaven to save it from its criminal dominatrix, not to do a deep leg splitting squat and use every soft and wet part she has to please her.

But Nightwing would be "reminded ” of how wrong she is about herself. She wanted nothing but to shake her hips and twerk dat PHAT ASS. She lives for lust. She lives for thick, hard, throbbing, long, girthy, musky, delectable femme cocks to feed her insatiable desire.

She will "recall" a chief example of this in her time as Robin when she faced one of The Bat’s oldest foes. A woman who carried Gotham's history and legacy just like Beatrice Wayne but in the inverse. This incident where Robin's true self was as bare as her ASS in those green bootyshorts.

…..

“Well, Well, looks like I caught me a pretty little birdie.”

It was an open secret that the quartet of warehouses in the Diamond District was a major center of the black market distribution, protected by an intentional quagmire of property ownership laws. The structures had recently promoted Commissioner Gordon up in her massive milk-filled titties. A brazen hub of illegal business was in the heart of Gotham. Yet, the legal system she serves protected it and paralyzed her from investigating the facility, effectively smothering her face under their criminal ballsacks.

Fortunately, the t-bagged GGs had a friend unconcerned with property invasion. For weeks, The Bat surveyed the site, seeking the most damning contraband brought to that black bazaar. Evidence that could undeniably allow a GCPD raid. While Gordon couldn't directly use it, it could reveal missing links to already established chains of evidence. The police could finally have their chance to penetrate the deep, sensitive recesses of crime rather than being the ones constantly rammed.

Yet Robin was not satisfied.

The young ward still has yet to shed her impatience and eagerness despite gaining more years as a crime fighter and more inches to her bottom.

Wait around for who knows how long for some evidence? And then even longer for a deliberately counterproductive institution to use it? That wouldn't do for the young sidekick. Her thirst was too powerful to sit around on her big, ever-growing ASS.

So she set out on her own with a new plan, bust in the joint, bust their nuts, and bust the whole operation.

"Is already bad enuff being pestered by that big titted new commissioner. Now I have ta deal with vermin."

Of course, such a calculated stratagem resulted in the Robin being caged deep in enemy territory, surrounded by a platoon of burly henchwomen. At their center was the boss of the illegal enterprise, stilettos cracking on the floor, wearing an oversized coat like a mantle.

Yet as much of a bad bitch she presented herself, Olivia Chestyfields Cobblepot barely reached Robin's juicy chest even with her heels. Her cadence, presentation, and dress were obvious overcompensation. Indeed, she made out not as a raptor but as a particular flightless bird.

"Where's yer mum, little birdie?"

"She didn’t want to bother coming here." Robin declared in defiance. "I'm more than enough to take care of you."

"Right, so ya came at me all by yer lonesome? Sneakin' out from home without tellin' Mum. Yer way outta yer depth, little Robin." She cut right through the sidekick's bravado. “An’ shame on you, harassing an innocent businesswoman like meself.”

“Innocent? Get real, Cobblepot! We know you're the one who’s funding all of the city’s underworld. That you're the Penguin!”

The old money woman gasped as if they weren't in the middle of crates of thinly disguised contraband. "Are ya sain’ that the matriarch of one of Gotham's founding families, and a significant patron of Councilwoman Kyle, is Gotham’s biggest black marketeers?” The "shock" quickly turned to a cheeky smile. "That sounds completely and utterly dense."

One of her women helped her take off her coat with a snap, revealing her diminutive stature. But what she lacked in height, she more than made up for it in width. Olivia was a certified shortstack.

Her smol frame held fun bags that were one and a half larger than her head. Underneath was a cute, chubby paunch with the right balance of fat and shape. And her proudest and the most prolific part, her ASS. It was a hugetastic donk that would look overly large on a normal-sized woman, thus massive on her dwarfish figure—carried on squat pillars of thighs and stout but extra-wide hips.

Barely covering her abundance was a custom-tailored tuxedo befitting a high society bimbo babe. The outer layer was a cool black jacket with coattails that slightly obscured that booty. Underneath was a bow-tied white shirt with only the very top and bottom buttons attached—the only ones that could from the sheer amount of boobage. And clothing her disproportionately expensive lower half was high-waisted dress booty-shorts. They sank deep between her great, jiggly ASSCHEEKS and a prominent camel toe bulged out the front.

With her doffing, her subordinates immediately washed her with palpable lust, and the Penguin drank their covetousness. She felt how badly they wanted her squat dumptruck. They longed to cuddle her like a plushie while her disproportionate booty smothered their crotches. To pick her up and rut her in a package piledriver. But they were too terrified ever to try, and she loved their fear and denied desire.

Her grin got even wider when her captured prey failed to hide her amazement over Olivia's magnificent hump. Robin wondered if her ASS could get that big or even bigger.

"You know, back when I was a lass, they made fun of me, called me dumpy n' a dwarf. Made fun of me for…" She rubbed her beak-like nose, unable to voice her most tremendous insecurity but quickly breaking out of it.

“Turns out I was a late bloomer. So when I came back overseas, I shoved all THIS into their stupid faces." She lifted the overflowing lower masses against her back, with her tiny hands disappearing within the abundance.

“Now all those pricks are nothing but a throne fer me to sit me HUGE SEXY ARSE on!"

*PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP* *PLAP*

PLAP her booty went after releasing it to gravity. It rippled against the impact, and the fleshy sound pleasantly rang through all her audience's ears. Their eyes were leashed to the gigantic rump cheeks as they PLAPed against each other. All those around wished they were between the bottom of her cheeks and the back of her thighs.

"Now look at me! stumpy ol' Ollie with the biggest ASS in Gotham!"

Yet, in the middle of her self congratulations, she paused because of an unignorable invading thought. "Or it would be if not fer that bitch Beatrix."

Robin noticed the Penguin's goons slumping their shoulders in a familiar resignation at that abrupt tone shift.

"That bloody woman makes me feel so small. I'm never good enough when she's around. I would have the biggest bloomin’ ASS in town if she weren't fer wot she got behind er'."

"An' then BeBe had to rub it in n' marry Catwoman!” Olivia whined, “I should’ve been the First Slut! I should've been President Catwoman's fun-sized fuck toy!”

Her minions at least enjoyed the sight of her booty jerking and jiggling in her rant.

“Course, that's how it always is. The Cobblepots are never as big as the Waynes! We were Gotham's founders too. But everyone wants to plow her into their slutty plaything over me.”

“The Cobblepots are never good enuff. We did philanthropy, did businesses, and spent millions on parties for those entitled tossers just like they do. And how does this city thank us? With fookin bankruptcy!"

As the Cobblepot paused to seethe and pout, Robin innocently asked. “Well, If your family had such a hard time in Gotham, why not move to Blüdhaven? They would love a Gotham original.”

Olivia recoiled at the name. "Bloody hell, we weren't that ****!”

“Besides, I didn't need to. After I inherited my family's broken estate, I rebuilt our fortune with the help of some new mates I made. The Falcones and Maronis.”

“Falcone? Maroni?" Robin's eyes widened in realization. "You-You’re the one who brought them into the city!"

"That's right, girlie! They helped me sort out me affairs, and I helped them set up theirs, showin’ em all the ways to get inside Gotham. I whored out cops, politicians, and businesses. I made the old families into their arm candy. I took Gotham by the hair and **** her down their cocks until she loved it. An’ now I’m finally at the top of this city, livin’ like the empress I deserved to be."

"At the top? You're nothing but the chief concubine for the underworld! And you made the rest of the city into prostitutes for crime."

The short whoremonger wasn't phased. "Better in their arms than on me knees like the rest of em’. I got wot I deserved, don't care much fer how I got it."

She looked down, or up, at the sidekick with another cheeky little smirk. "An it suited me just fine in the end. After Carmalita n' Syl got tossed by The Bat, I was in the right position to slide right in and make their operations all mine.”

Robin gritted her teeth at the Penguin’s audacity. "You won't get away with this. Especially since you were stupid enough to tell me all of this."

“Really now, girlie? I think you're confused about what is appenin’ ere.

"What 'appenin' here is I’ll shut all this down and drag you to the GCPD. Your black-marketing days are over!"

"Hmph!" With a tap of her umbrella on the ground, one of her henchwomen went to her knees. Another followed, bowing lower and perpendicular to her fellow. The Cobblepot stepped on the lower goon's back and turned her titanic lower estate to fall upon her minion's face, swallowing it so wholly that the flesh of her backside met again behind their skull. Two more flanked her, presenting their heads for her to lay her arms and using their hands to hold the underside of her overflowing breast.

Now comfortably perched on her throne, she readdressed the sidekick. "So you gonna spank me super-stacked shortstack booty and bring me to the bobbies, are ya? Get me keeled by the law for my crimes against the city, will ya? The cops n’ courts acceptin’ some vigilante bloke breaking into legal and private property and making a citizen's arrest? Claiming something suspicious with no right ta claim such? How do you expect that ta happen? Especially after YOU were stupid enough to up and blow it like this?

She leaned back, pushing and clenching more of her weight on her human stool. But from the muffled moans coming from Penguins ASS, they didn't mind. "That cow of a commissioner is gonna have a rough time trying to investigate after her caped chums did some burglarizing. An’ good luck to your mum getting another chance again ta get the drop on me.”

Robin was silent, and Penguin ate it up. “An before we get to any o’ that…"

The Penguin's monochromatic femme mob snapped out of drooling over their boss' big donk and enclosed their circle around the short caped and booty-shorted sidekick. There were so many to obscure everything else other than their mass. Penguin herself was safely on the other side of the wall of women as she prepared.

“…how do you think your gonna get past all of me girls?”

The sidekick reinforced her defensive stance. It couldn't be more apparent that she was trapped in a warehouse full of women. Their ASS hungry eyes turned from short but ultra-voluptuous to a comparably stacked young woman. As their sight ate up her well-trained form, their cocks snaked down their thighs, and their balls visibly swelled within their constrained crotches. Their hands twitched in anticipation of mauling her soft flesh, and they salivated at tasting her body.

"Goddess, that little sidekick grew into a fine piece of ASS. I want those rump buns hotdogging my sausage. It’s harder than I ever felt!"

"Look at that balloon bubble butt! Those tights might as well be a thong. I want to stick my face between dem cheeks and go brrrrrrrr!"

"Those sorority titties are so big and perky! They're bigger than mine!"

"Look at that pout! Those lips were made for blowjobs!"

“I wanna **** her out with my cock!"

“I wanna bloat her belly with my cum!”

The gang was in a growing uproar; in anticipated enjoyment of the succulent and fat-filled meal, They became a vortex of lust with one thought: turning every hole of Robin's body into a dump for their cum.

Penguin turned her very pointy nose up at Robin’s imminent sexual peril. Then, sensing her excitement, her throne of minions did as trained. The ones carrying her breast kneaded at the underside. The one Penguin rested her feet upon raised an arm to jill her plump snatch. And tho one acting as her stool stuck her tongue out and lapped as her ASSHOLE.

“AAAaaaaaahh~! That's right~!!” Penguin cooed. "You’ve done and fucked up. And me girls are gonna fuck you up oooOOHH~!!!”

One figure stepped through the crowd, a busty redhead that stood over a foot above the rest. “Don't bother getting too excited, you limp dicks. She’ll be my jizz princess when I’m done.” She clearly thought of herself as the baddest of the henchbitches, Though her stature and that spear of a cock reaching down to her knees made a good argument.

Fearlessly she swaggered over to the ward of The Bat until they were almost pressing against each other. The sidekick did nothing, not even when one who would claim her was shoving her tits in her face. She did nothing but stare down at the log in the redhead's crotch.

“Frozen in fear?” she presumed, confidence inflamed. “Or I bet it’s desire. You feel my thick, hard cock pressing against you. You’re probably deep in Slut Brain right now!”

She clapped Robin’s shoulders and pushed her to her knees. Her thick polearm was unsheathed from its jockstrap and hit Robin’s face with a nice meaty *TWAP* covering half her face and went well past her head.

Robin’s eyes instantly glazed over, and her nose flared, taking in the musk. “Hah! Just like that? Get a dick in your face, and your panting like a bitch? Goddess, you were made to be a toy!”

She took her hand off her cock and seized Robin's head. “You want a nice meaty dick to satisfy you? Well, fucking take it! TAKE IT!"

GACK! GLURCH! GLUK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLORP! GLACK!

The goon was relentless. She dragged Robin’s head back and forth, brutally slamfucking with booming wet slapping sounds.

MMMMPH! BLLLLPTHPP! GGGGGLLLTH!

Her balls swung and uppercut Robin’s chin and her face hit the redhead's crotch like a sledgehammer smashing a wall.

GLHK! GLUHK! HULGH! GURLH!

Robin's body looked limp like she was reduced to nothing but a red and green blow-up doll with no say in how it's used.

“HA HA HA HA HAHAHAHA!!!" The penguin cackled. And her throne amplified its ministrations for the seated. "Ahhhhhh~! That's wot you git little bird. Ooooooh~! That's wot anyone gets who thinks they can cross me."

Her breast holders moved into her open shirt to tug at her hard nipples. Her stool put all of her digits in her hungry and salivating quim. And her seat went into a full french make-out with her pucker.

"Mmmph~! Thinkin' you could stop me business. Oooh! Aaah! Thinkin’ you could ruin me chance ta become Councilwoman Kyle's Main squeeze. Yer not gonna muck this up fer me."

"Not you Hah~!"

"Not BeBe Hah Hah~!"

"Not anyone ever agaaaiiiihhaaaAAAAGH~!"

Hearing her boss's orgasm brought the redheads. Robin's throat bulged from several goblets of potent semen that came to her stomach, one after the other for several seconds. Finally, the redhead ripped Robin off her cock as it gave off its last twitches, and the spurts dirtied the used hero's face alongside her spit.

“Oooohhhh, oooooooooooooh, Phew! I've never facefucked a slut that hard.” She took her cumrag's slobber-and-spunk-filled face and slammed it into her balls, making her wear them like earmuffs and hear all the cum that would continue to fill her gut. “Bet you’ve never taken a cock like that, have you? Well, I'm not done yet. After a few more blowjobs lubing my cock, I’m gonna dick that ASS down in a mating preeeeeooooooOOOOHHHHHHH!!!”

In her presumed triumph, Robin swallowed one of her sperm tanks whole and was slurping it like a jawbreaker, a ball that should've been too large to fit into the mouth of an ordinary woman.

“MMMMMmmmm! OOOoommmph! GMMMMMppphhhh~!!” Robin savored the sack, letting it out with a *POP*. “Not bad bitch. Seems you got some decent balls on you.”

LAAAAGH LICK LICK LICK

She lathered the other nut to ensure it was nice and saturated in spit. “They taste pretty good~!”

“Guuuuuuuuuuh!!!” Her presumed conqueror’s eyes went crosseyed.

*MWAH* Robin finished her ball washing with a last sloppy kiss. “Alright, I’ve let you have fun, but I need more than that little shot!”

Robin impaled herself of her own volition. Like before, her face violently went up and down the long length, her orifice brimming with meat and making lewd, nasty sounds. Yet, unlike before, Robin held all the power. Or rather, she was exercising power she always had.

"Oh, shit. Oh shht shit SHIIIIIT! This bitches mouth! My cock can't take it~!!!"

This was nothing like before when she was using her like a cumrag. Robin was consuming her boner. The all-encompassing muscles from her mouth to her throat, her tongue dancing on the underside. Her duck-stretched lips gripped her base in a vacuum seal. Her moans, making a second delightful massage. And the hungry, carnal glare from her eyes.

She was a master cum-guzzler, and she didn't stand a chance.

“IM CUMMING!!!!” She howled like a tamed she-beast. “I’M CUMMING- I’M CUMMING- I’M CUMMMIIIIIINGGGGG!!!!!!!”

Her body jerked in ecstasy as her femme cock surrendered its viscous prize. As soon as Robin felt the telltale muscle contractions, she let her cumtap slide out the long onahole called her throat. The cock-mouth link was the only thing keeping her standing, and she crumpled on the floor, ejaculating the way down.

Her cock spewed much more gouts of cum than from her own self-pleasuring. Purple-gold savorly slop splattered Robin's face, falling out her mouth and onto her ample tits. Undeterred, she chewed on the chowder thick jizz that was clogging her throat.

The horny horde froze in intimidation and arousal. Stains grew on their pants from dribbling cockheads and gushing cunts.

The Penguin behind all of them was stunned as well. The henchwomen making her throne unconsciously excited the ministrations to their boss’ body.

“You go down from one blowjob, and you say you'll make me your jizz-princess?" Robin stood up and swallowed the last helping of yogurt-thick semen. “There’s one hot redhead that I want to be their cumdump-wife, but it’s not you."

As the former alpha goon convulsed and cummed, she turned to the rest of the gang. "That being said, I'm not even close to being full, and I'm not stopping until I drain all of your balls."

As Robin descended upon them, the Penguin's henchwomen realized that this wouldn't be a gangbang but a gang being banged.

Robin’s next target raises her arms in expectation of a frontal attack. But instead, the sidekick went low. She ripped down her pants, fished out her cock, and entered it into a cavern of delight.

“hhhhiiiiiIIEEEE~!” It lasted shorter than the redhead before it spewed like a firehose. The cocks carrier squealed as her eyes spun in her head.

*SMOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCH*

Her next strike was to batter a cock and its balls with her pillowy suckers. “gwwooOOGGHH~!” the mouth above it hollered as the cocks hips bucked and it sprayed.

*SLRRCH* *SLRRRCH* *SLRRRK* *SHLICK SHLICK SHLICK*

“Ooooooh~!!”

“Nngh~!!”

"Guh~! She’s squeezing my cock so good~!!!”

Robin threw a barrage of stroking before a gaggle of shafts knew it, caressing their lengths in a silky grasp. She juggled their balls and fingered their urethras, and they quickly succumbed to the milking.

One particular pair caught her eye, one of the few non-femmes amongst them. She could see why she was in the gang, two huge hanging reasons that were straining her button-up. The fat jiggly sloshers gave Robin a sudden craving for milk to wash down her thick meal.

“OOOOOOOOooooooohhhhhhhhhhggggghhhhhh~!!!” The big boobs wailed. Robin tackled them and mauled open their shirt and bra. Her skills at milking cock were just as good as milking cows. With the flick of her tongue, the puckering of her lips, and a few soft bites, the jugs freely gave their bounty.

The milker and her cow also landed on another throbbing cock. Robin did a bit of multitasking and milked her for some protein in her milkshake. Then, she rose and left the two hosing themselves in purple fluids.

She noticed one quaking and throbbing dick cowering on the floor when she got up. “Though you could get out of your turn, nu-uh!” Robin did a fantastic feat of hopping from her low position and landing in a deep splitting squat with her ASS only an inch from the cock. “My booty isn’t painted enough! You're gonna be a dildo for my ASSCHEEKS!”

CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

She was the luckiest penis of them all. She got to be swallowed by a giant, round, juicy ASS. It CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAPPED on her crotch so furiously it looked like Robin’s bootyshorts would burst off her backside.

The pleasure from Robin’s mouth, her hands, and her sucking tits, none of that compared to Robin’s fantastic rump.

That brought an instant explosive cumshot, giving Robin’s burgeoning shelf another thick coating of purple-gold flaked paint. But that ASS wouldn't let her go and made her cum five more times.

Robin But it was still nowhere near enough to satisfy her. She turned to the remaining onlookers, still bouncing, bouncing, bouncing herself on her current toy. "Why don't the rest of you get over here and jerk yourself off to me? Get me nice and filthy!”

After seeing this young heroine reduced several dicks to sperm spewing wretches, their chief cock amongst them, they couldn't find the will to resist that raunchy command. The Penguin’s femmes heeded the siren call of bootyflesh smacking together. They surrounded her and jerked themselves to oblivion, vigorously pumping their members for their seducer. Robin's hands would join theirs on their cocks to help them milk themselves, or she would get an excellent massaging handful of their balls or dig under to reach their dripping pussies.

Some were fortunate enough to be served by her fine titties, enjoying a tit-pussy smooth as the real thing. One shaft entered her cleavage through a convenient rip of her costume. Two more of them flanked her sides and inserted themselves where the bottom of the squishy masses met the ribcage. They pressed themselves asynchronously, the compression and contraction supporting each other's pleasure.

And the cock between her ASS kneaded like dough like she was rolling up a strudel overflowing with cream. Though it made a poor confectionery, the squeezing of its expansive and thick mass **** out the sweet content for the twelfth time.

“Cockcockcock…jizz-heavy nuts…super-thick femme dicks…oohhnnn…I want more…I WANT MORE! DROWN ME IN JIZZ~!!!"

"This chick's cock crazy!"

"I-I can't stop I can't stop pumping it out."

"All of our dicks! They're cumming nonstop~!"

There was nothing the stud goons could do but cry from the delightful torment. Their cocks were all enslaved to Robin’s bewitching body.

However, she would let none of them cum inside her other than through her mouth. None of them would feel the blossomed flower between her legs. And they definitely would enter into the depths of her ASS.

She would only entirely give her ASS that to her special someone, a special redheaded someone. Too bad they were always busy being deep in the depths of gigantic ASSCHEEKS. But Robin could be smothered with her. She could buttfuck Robin while both of them swallowed by ASS.

On the other hand, showering her in a waterfall of femme jizz was fair game.

“Cum! Cum! Cum for me! CUM FOR MEEEEEE~!!!”

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhnnnn!" The horde screamed as they fired off the most significant loads of their lives, as they thoroughly drenched Robin's body in the best Bukakke of her young life so far. Her squatting body disappeared under the flood of purple and gold. As she demanded, much of it entered Robin's mouth and finally fulfilled her appetite.

When the last ounce was shot from the last cock, there was a debaucherous pile of her cumming goons and their countless cocks. The centerpiece of this cum fountain was Robin, with only her torso sticking out and her head lulled back. She was sopping in hot, delicious semen, glowing faintly and dripping down her face and body.

She only faintly noticed Penguin leaving her throne of femmes and walking towards her. "So this is why you came ere'." She swung her expansive hips in her usual self-satisfied composure, "You knew chargin' in like some blimey bull n' busting heads wouldn't do a lick of shit to me."

“This wasn't about bustin’ me operation. It was about bustin’ nuts. You came because I had the biggest concentration of thick meaty she-stud henchdick around, and you wanted it all for yourself. Before Batmommy showed up and fucked then all up herself.”

Penguin got on her hands and knees and climbed the femme mound. Her humongous flank swung pendulously behind her. Flicking some sticking out cocks and eliciting a spurt as she approached the sidekick. "Just like with Two-Face. You didn't do it fer the DA or even your mum, but coz you wanted ta see if she was carrying twin dicks, and have a double heaping fer yourself."

Robin couldn't find the voice to object. That wasn’t true. Was it? When she tried to remember, all that came back were the flavors of jizz she got from Two-Face, gold from Harriett, and purple from the Hussy.

Penguin reached the cum soaked form of Robin. "That's why you took on this life. Why you didn’t just take that scholarship Beatrice offered you and hitched up with The Bat. That nocturnal dominatrix is your meal ticket to endless femme cocks.”

“Because that's what you are, a Superslut. You and all of my harlot in that whorehouse you call the Justice League. All of you live for femme cock. You live for ASS.

"Isn't that right, Ri Ri?” Penguin said in a coquettish, silky voice that did not match her.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, far from it. It's how I so lovingly crafted you to be."

"It's your destiny Ri Ri. You’re my Twerk-Slut."

Ri Ri herself only stared blankly.

Penguin giggled and gave a tight slit, un-penguins-like glance. “You don't have to say anything, babe." She turned her body to fill Robin's entire vision with her oversized haunches.

"Just Obey the Ass."

"Ooooohbey the Aaaaaomph~!!!" Ri Ri couldn't finish before Penguin's humongous ASS sat on her and swallowed her entire head and Robins surrendered to the one true meaning of the universe.

"Don't you worry, got plenty of dick at my disposal," Penguin said, now back to her usual cadence. She clenched hard to squeeze the sidekick's head. "Yer gonna be MY little Robin from now on. I'll make you the star at me Iceberg Lounge. You’ll swing that ASS for me patrons, with the richest getting you for the rest of the night. And afterward, I'll give you ta me girls ta keep em motivated."

She looked around at her still cum comatose flunkies, twisting Robin's head around with the movement, "Course we can't get to that if you useless wankers won't get up. " turning to the still conscious ones, "Oi, wake these benders up, we gotta clear out with the merchandise…." She slapped her cheeks to put Robin through a fatty maelstrom "...and me new acquisition outta ere'."

*CRASH*

A winged shadow descended through the rooftop window. The Bat had arrived and brought devastation through copulation.

In a flash, all Penguin's reserves were on the ground, their ASSES gaping, leaking, and begging for more.

With all of her forces defeated, Penguin immediately surrendered. She offered The Bat whatever she wanted, part to spare herself prison, just maybe to spear herself on Gotham’s biggest femme cock.

But Penguin already gave The Bat what she wanted. Her bragging to Robin was meticulously recorded, the Cobblepot matriarch admitted how much of her family's estates and interests were tied in with Gotham's corruption. And while it was not permissible, it would give Jamie the direction she needed to make a focused headway.

The ball gagged, and bondage subbies in the law would finally gain the leverage needed against their criminal mistresses. Despite Robin's hampering, this would be the turning point for Gotham, the first step to casting off her collar, though never genuinely losing her taste.

Robin’s inelegant raid incidentally accomplished her superficial goal. The unwanted activity and attention made the warehouse unviable for its purpose of holding its illegal goods. Now useless to the underworld, they were fine with it falling back into city ownership and dilapidation. Eventually, Selina Kyle seized the property and converted it into something more befitting her vision for Gotham City's destiny.

Of course, all of that was incidental to Ri Ri. She did this for her jizz addiction as any self-respecting superslut would. Because that’s what she is, that’s what she still is. Nightwing might have forgotten that she lives for ASS. But her memories, her pure memories unaltered by any outside and divine forces, disprove her false notions of herself. Her past, and immediate future in Blüdhaven, will show the big booty bluebird that her destiny is ASS.