Detective work

Arms spread across the keyboard of the BatComputer and trained ass slicked upwards from the arch of her spine, Katana was getting dicked down. As promised, Bruce fucked her. One hand gripping her ass cheek and–

"–not a zilch of magic. I thought I sensed magic in the crowd but honestly? I feel that kind of thing all the time. Human magi that don't know of their potential are more common than you think. When they get exposed to my magic, they feel it and their bodies naturally respond to it by radiating a little magic of their own. It's normal."

–the other hand holding his phone to his ear. Bruce grunted as he pistoned in and out of her wet pussy. Her walls opened up to his length eagerly, swallowing him and clenching onto him. It was a nice, supple sensation. His lips remained tight-lipped, however, despite the bliss shooting up his body. His balls smacked her alongside his pelvis. He was fast, faster than any human had a right to be. He was pounding her with the same amount of effort as he would beat a criminal. Sweat trickled down his temple. His hair was a mess.

He rocked his hips into her over and over again. Although inhumanely fast, technique accompanied every one of his thrusts. One half of his mind juggled Katana's sensitive zones while the other considered Zatanna's words.

"Are you sure?" Bruce asked, holding his breath to disguise his efforts.

"It was a quadruple-layered magic circle. If he was the Chosen One, if he was some sort of reality warper, I would have noticed. You trust my expertise, right Brucie? Then listen when I say this guy isn't it. The Chosen One is here in Gotham but they are not this Aaron individual."

While Zatanna's luscious voice echoed, he fucked the living hell of Katana. Grunts, sweat, and tears were flared from the tranquil swordswoman. Each thrust, each clap of her ass cheeks, nearly sent her over the edge. Hunched over the way she was, Bruce was at the perfect elevation to pound her cunt. Sloppy wet juices dripped out.

Her mouth was agape but did not make noise. Katana knew what would happen if she so much as made a peep. Zatanna would grow concerned, teleport over into the Batcave, and witness the scandalous sight. Bruce Wayne in his Batman costume pounding Katana from behind, her pants forcibly torn to accommodate their dirty, filthy sex.

The claps of her ass cheeks were quiet enough that they didn't register over the phone. The perfect calculation on Bruce's part.

"Hrn. Your knowledge of magic supersedes mine, so I trust you on this. Thank you."

He could feel Katana approaching her climax. Her walls were clamping on him so fucking hard, he was finding it difficult to move. The honey-like fluids inside her were slickening down on him. She started panting heavily. A moan was about erupt from her–

"No problem," Zatanna said through the phone. Panic filled his systems. Katana was holding onto dear life, on the cusp of a slutty, ear-piercing moan. Why wasn't Bruce stopping then? Because he was also REALLY fucking close. His primal instincts were taking over. His thrusts were blurs outside his control. A sigh came from Zatanna. "The next suspect is Dick, huh? I mean, saying your own son is the Chosen One is a bit conceited, wouldn't you think? Wait, John is also on the list? Wait, you brought him here to Gotham!?"

Bruce leaned forward and slapped his hand over Katana's mouth. He whispered into her left ear, phone pulled away, and muttered, "Cumming early, aren't you? Fine." He kept his hand clamped over her mouth, muffling her voice. He brought the phone back to his lips and briefly addressed Zatanna's concerns. "It's complicated, Zatanna. I'll see you later."

"Oh, okay. Bye–"

Beep! He tossed the phone to the side, straightened his back, and seized Katana's ass cheeks. Fingers digging in and listening to her restrained whimper, Bruce furrowed his brows. "Let's finish this up."

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

"Ooooooh~!" There it was. That was the moan she had been holding back. Fuck, if Zatanna had heard that, it would have been the end of the big, burly menacing Batman. He would have been labelled a pervert. Same with Katana. The two of them would have become superhero laughing stocks–an example of people who couldn't control their libidos.

The precious Bat Cock thrusted in and out of her, violating her insides just as the rumours suggested it would. His speed, his technique, it was beyond human. There was a reason he was called THE rich playboy of Gotham City. If his resolve was into it, then he fuck any bitch into heaven.

Katana came. She moaned. She howled. Bruce kept going. "Y-you're going to make me cum again…!"

The silent woman's uncharacteristic proclamation sent a small smirk up his lips. "I know."

Gathering up power in his hips, he lunged into her, cock reaching deeper than before. A gasp. A dreamy moan. At that moment, Batman couldn't hold himself back. The pressure in his balls was rising up his shaft. It was inevitable. If it wasn't for his indomitable will, if he were a lesser man, he would have cum inside the Japanese heroine's amazing pussy. Ravaged her with a hearty creampie. Instead, he pulled out and slapped his cock on her ass. Like a fountain, he poured out cum down her back, shooting string of cum after string of cum.

Katana arched her back and moaned. A blistering climax that put her horny body to rest. Bruce grunted and sloppily jerked himself off to further his shots. Spewing the precious baby batter that Talia al Ghul had once lusted over and collected. He let out one final sigh as he arrived at the end. His climax subsided, leaving insignificant dribbles down his tip, and Katana was left satisfied. Her cunt was still dripping from her passionate peak.

Bruce huffed and stared at his limp dick, slick and wet with fluids and resting on Katana's phenomenal booty. His balls were utterly drained. Good. He did NOT want to risk another Damian incident.

At the corner of his eye, he saw the BatComputer beeping. Apparently, the Speed **** sensors he put all over Gotham had been triggered. The BatComputer had finished calculating when it happened and who was responsible for it.

Date: 47 hours ago.

Speed **** User: Barry Allen.

Bruce sighed in his head. 'So Barry came over to eat again.'

Every now and again, Barry Allen, the second fastest man alive, came to Gotham for a pepperoni, jalapeno, black olive pizza. In fact, just last week, he snuck into the Batcave with said pizza and offered to share some with him.

Bruce had reluctantly taken a slice and, to his dismay, was **** to admit that it tasted delectable.

Batman might have been reclusive but he wasn't ignorant to the concept of friends. Barry Allen was amongst the few men in his life that he would trust with his life and his city.

In his personal notes, Bruce once said that Barry Allen was the kind of man he would have hoped to become had his parents not been murdered in front of his own eyes. That statement held true to this day.

Regarding Aaron Reigner, however…no matter the evidence, no matter his excuses, he would always suspect him. Always. Because Bruce couldn't afford to be wrong.

Moreover, there was the issue of the Chosen One himself. Who was he if not Aaron Reigner? He listed off Dick and some others but that was out of consideration. A mere possibility. Dick was his adopted son and he had watched him since he was a child. Bruce would have known if Dick was a cosmic entity by now.

Aaron on the other hand? There was still much to consider. If he was a reality warper, there was a good chance he outsmarted Zatanna somehow. He recognized how blatantly illogical it was but worse things had happened to him.

Bruce was going to get to the bottom of this Chosen One. Today, he conceded victory but tomorrow and next week he WILL gain something. He was Batman after all–the World's Greatest Detective.

To start, he would tell him the truth about his adopted daughter's heritage. That way, maybe, just maybe, he could get Aaron to ease up…