Epilogue! The Queen reigns, but for how long?

A few weeks later, Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson entered Wayne Manor. The estate once belonging to Bruce's parents had gone through redecoration - paintings of Marsha adorned the walls, accompanied by marble statues of nude men. The pair were now garbed in their new uniforms - silver reflective armor with bright white capes, each with a dominoe mask encrusted with diamonds - they were no longer Batman and Robin, they were the Diamond King and Diamond Prince, Marsha's right hand men and top enforcers. They marched with purpose towards what used to be Bruce's study, now Marsha's throne room. Bruce carried a large, heavy sack.

They entered the room, where Marsha was relaxing on her divan, admiring herself in her hand mirror. She looked dazzling, in a sheer silver dress, and a huge, diamond tiara on her head. Catwoman, now dressed in a sparkling white catsuit, knelt beside her, massaging Marsha's feet.

"Welcome back, darlings," Marsha said. "I trust you enjoyed yourselves?"

Bruce and Dick got on their knees next to Marsha. It felt so good to simply be back in her presence, to smell her beautiful perfume, to see her gorgeous face.

"Our only pleasure comes from serving you, my Queen," responded Bruce. "But we did indeed punish Riddler for his insolence." Bruce placed the large sack next to the divan. "Here is his tithe, he will not dare defy you again."

Marsha smiled, and stroked the cheeks of her two hypnotized hunks. "I would expect nothing less from my Diamond King and Prince. Now tell me… what news of the Bat Diamond?"

Bruce swallowed hard. He was nervous to report that he had nothing to report. After Robin had revealed that the diamond Marsha had taken from the Batcave was fake, she was livid that he had been tricked by Alfred. Bruce had been placed in his cage for days, **** to watch Marsha fuck Dick and Catwoman right in front of him, over and over again. Only his brutal efficiency as her top enforcer had allowed him to regain her favor again, he did not want to risk losing it.

"We're closing in on Pennyworth. He's running out of places to hide, it's only a matter of time before the Diamond is yours, and I will punish him for his crimes against you." Bruce lied, he really had no leads on Alfred.

"Good, darling, good." Marsha looked him up and down. It was almost hard to believe that only a few weeks ago, he was Batman, paragon of justice and virtue. Now, he was willing to kill his oldest friend just for her favor. The power she held over him was intoxicating.

"Why don't we celebrate your job well done. I'm sure you could both use a little refresher, too." Marsha pulled out her compact and blew pink dust at the men. They breathed in the sweet scent, becoming instantly aroused.

"Ohhh, Marshaaa" they both moaned.

"Come to me, my darlings."

Bruce, Dick, and Catwoman followed Marsha into her boudoir. They watched as Marsha stripped out of her dress, leaving her completely naked, except for her tiara. The trio began to undress themselves, continuing to be transfixed by her beauty.

Marsha lay down on the bed. "Worship me, darlings."

Bruce and Dick lay on either side of Marsha, Bruce began making out with his queen, enjoying her delicious kisses and massaging her supple breasts. Dick began kissing down her neck and back to her perfect ass, which he fondled, kissed, and licked; it tasted better than anything he'd ever experienced. Catwoman placed herself between Marsha's legs, kissing her thighs and then working her tongue into Marsha's sweet wet pussy, her juices coating her mouth. Marsha was in ecstasy, her slaves had become experts in giving her pleasure. Marsha stroked Bruce's cock while she kissed him.

"Mmm, you're all so yummy, darlings. Kitten, jerk Dick off while you're down there."

"Yeth mithreth" Catwoman moaned into Marsha's sex, as she reached for Dick. She started stroking him while she licked and sucked at Marsha's cunt. Dick moaned in pleasure, his face still buried in Marsha's rear end.

The quartet of lovers continued to enjoy each other's bodies, kissing, grinding, stroking, tasting. Catwoman continued to tongue Marsha's clit.

"Ohhh yes, good girllll!" Marsha moaned. "Just.. a little bit… more.. OOOHHH!" Marsha came hard with Catwoman face grinding against her throbbing mound. She moaned while attacking Bruce with sloppy kisses, biting his lower lip.

"Cum darlings!" Bruce and Dick both instantly shot their loads, with Bruce's ending up in Catwoman's hair.

"Thank you mistress," the three said in unison. "We love you."

Marsha sighed contentedly. "I know, darlings. Who doesn't?"

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Meanwhile, in the center of Gotham City, a very confused woman was walking up the steps of Police Headquarters. As she entered the main doors, she was shocked to find the building seemingly deserted.

"Hello? Anyone here?" she called. No response.

The woman began to wander the building, looking for any sign of police activity. She eventually stopped at a door marked "Commissioner Gordon."

She opened the door. Inside the trashed office were four large men, sitting at a table playing cards and smoking cigars. One of the men noticed the woman. She was petit but shapely, with short brown hair in a neat updo. She looked to be in her early twenties, and very pretty.

"What you doin snoopin' 'round here, luv?"

"I'm… looking for my father? James Gordon?"

The men looked at each other and laughed.

"Ha! The commish? He don't come 'round here no more, love. He ain't been seen since he disbanded the police."

The woman was shocked. "Disbanded the police? What are you talking about? Where is he?"

The men laughed again. "Where ya been love, livin' in cave? Crime rules in Gotham City now. No Batman, no cops, no laws. Just the way we's likes it, eh boys!"

A look of anger crossed the woman's face.

"The name's not love, it's Barbara. I've been in Europe for six months. And I need to find my father. Who did this? The Joker?"

The man rose to his feet. He was huge. "Well, nice to meetcha, Barb. Name's Bruno. And I don't think you're in any position to be asking questions. Ya see, we're here to prevent anyone who comes around lookin' around from starting trouble. You ain't lookin' to start trouble, are ya Barbie?"

"Trouble? No, of course not," Barbara replied, a slight quaver in her voice. "I was just leaving."

"Oh, you ain't going anywhere, Barbie. Get her, boys!"

The men advanced on Barbara. The first tried to grab her, which she easily dodged, using his momentum to fling him into a book case, which shattered under his weight. The next two to advance each received roundhouse kicks to the face, leaving them **** on the floor. Finally, it was just Barbara and Bruno.

He came at her and swung a right hook. She grabbed his wrist, twisted and pulled, sending him to the floor on his back. She put her heel on his throat.

"Who caused this? Who's running the crime in this city?"

"Marsha!" grunted Bruno, struggling to breathe.

"Who?" said Barbara, slightly lessening the pressure of her heel.

"Marsha, Queen of Diamonds! Some rich broad, likes diamonds. All the big bosses answer to her. Penguin, Riddler, everyone! They even say she got Batman doing her dirty work!"

"Marsha…" Barbara said to herself. "Where do I find her?"

"They say she's set up shop in Wayne Manor! Now let me go!"

Barbara raised her heel off his throat, before slamming it down on the head, knocking him out.

"I guess I have to pay this Marsha a visit. Someone has to get to the bottom of this, and if Batman's gone, I guess it'll have to be Batgirl."