Disrupting (the female) Doctor Light's research.

No post-coital fatigue urged him to slow down, so he left Zatanna to her aided insemination and examined Doctor Light. On closer examination he could see why her fans were few but devoted. She was an attractive woman by any standards except those of the world of superheroes, easily able to turn heads at the subway or the mall but clearly not on the same goddess-like levels of Wonder Woman, Hawkgirl, Black Canary, and so on. She was built more like Supergirl, slender in all places, with a relatively modest bust and hips the exact opposite of child-bearing. Her body showed a little more human wear and tear, with a mole or small scar here and there, and her below-the-belt personal grooming habits were not as rigorous as the heroes who gathered a little more attention because they basically fought in bathing suits. Next to her colleagues (an incredibly unfair comparison, he admitted) she was almost plain. But compared to most women on Earth, she was still beautiful, and he would have happily traded his left pinky to have a relationship with a woman who looked like her.

When he had finishing sizing her up, he took his place behind her and got to work. Spreading her legs proved difficult, and he did have to finish undressing her before he could access anything he really wanted. She moved according to his wishes, keeping up commentary about the tests she ran on the amulet while he slipped her bra down her arms and lifted her feet out of her bodysuit and panties. He pushed her onto the table, and on the way she grabbed some mechanical instrument and used it to inspect the amulet in closer detail. “Maybe if we consider it on a molecular level, we’ll find something the wide scans aren’t seeing. What I wouldn’t give to have the Atom here right now.”

“You know why we can’t.” Zatanna sighed, then moaned, then sighed again. “The moment we get out of here, it’ll hit us.”

“I am fully aware of what the amulet does,” Doctor Light argued, and Brandon chose that moment to place his cock at her entrance and **** it inside. And “****” was the correct word; Doctor Light was tight, even more than Batgirl, almost at the level of Supergirl. It made some sense in retrospect; she was a smaller woman, and from the little her knew about her, she seemed like a serious, intentional woman who wouldn’t have a lot of opportunities to stretch herself out. He was almost surprised he wasn’t her first, but then again he didn’t have any way of knowing for sure. He grabbed her narrow waist and pulled her back against him, using the leverage to embed himself until he hit a barrier at her deepest point. She fought for breath almost as much as he did, and she when spoke her voice carried a tinge of excitement. “I’m not saying I want a man to see us naked, I’m saying I wish it wasn’t a problem.”

“Oooooooh, yeah. Yeah, I agree. Maybe we should focus on those signal barriers you were talking about to block the effects short-term. How’s that—cumming!”

“I may be near a breakthrough. I have some notes here.” She reached for a keyboard, and Brandon shuffled to let her move while he stayed inside her. With a few clicks of a mouse she brought up a document full of words and charts that made his vision swim, and the few bits he could understand suggested she might be onto a way to insulate certain women from the amulet’s powers. Well, Brandon couldn’t have that. With his hand over hers, he highlighted the whole file, deleted it, saved his changes, and closed the program. Doctor Light hummed in frustration just as he returned to fucking her. “The file’s empty? Strange...”

“Maybe you dreamed it or something? I know I’ve been focusing on this thing so hard I see it whenever I close my eyes.”

“Maybe so,” Doctor Light sighed, and with one crisis averted Brandon returned to causing another. He grabbed the woman’s hips and sped up, beating her narrow ass until it rippled. Her decorum slipped more the longer he went, and after a few minutes her eyes started to roll back in her head and her hands nearly crunched the table trying to hang on. She even pushed against him, ignorant of how her quivering body encouraged Brandon to spray inside her hopefully-unprepared womb. His new libido was no match for her vice grip, and he barely managed to prolong his orgasm until she had one of her own. She said something unintelligible, slightly louder than speaking volume, but he understood what she meant when her walls clamped down and convinced his dick to paint her insides as white as her costume.

He pulled out and watched her hips, trying to decided if he preferred seeing his spunk dripping from the hole or knowing it was locked in tight. He licked his lips and eyed Zatanna again, ready to give another shot at a magically-induced pregnancy, when a shrill chime sounded from her rumpled vest. She fell to her knees and grabbed a small device, her Justice League communicator, with her free hand. “Zatanna.”

“Wonder Woman,” the communicator replied loud enough for all three to hear. “Blackgate is under attack.”

“Luthor?”

“It’s the women’s wing, but he’s likely behind it somehow. I’m taking the jet, could use some backup.”

“I’m studying the amulet now, so…”

A pause. “I understand. I’m meeting Batwoman and Batgirl there. Catch up if you can.”

“I’m trying my best to cum!”

“Ugh.” The communicator quieted, and Brandon grabbed his clothes. It was simple math. Three superheroines were better than two, and he hadn’t seen Wonder Woman yet. It was time for them to get acquainted.