Epilogue: Bat Breeder II: Breed Harder

The air was cleaner in Metropolis than Gotham. Kate Kane, the Batwoman, looked out over the rooftop, cape flapping in the wind, careful not to lean too close to the end. In Gotham, people didn't look up. The masses shuffled along, earth-gazers going through their daily grind, criminals afraid to see a cowled figure descending on them. In Metropolis, they looked up more often. They had hope.

"Thanks for coming," Batgirl stepped out of the shadows. Trim and fit, a nature redhead, where Batwoman wore a wig. A little shorter, a little more lithe...but a real fighter. There was something odd about the way she was standing, cape clinched tight around her, which raised the older crimefighter's curiosity...but she dismissed the momentary misgiving. Batgirl was someone that Batwoman knew she could trust implicitly.

"Of course. What's this about? Your message was pretty vague."

"I've been thinking a lot lately about...legacy. Bruce isn't getting any younger." Kate could hear the pain in Barbara's voice to admit that. "I think it's time for our Bat-Family to grow. Get some new blood in the mix."

Batwoman cocked her head. "You have a new recruit in mind?"

"Something like that. She's going to meet us downstairs. I want you to meet her."

She waved one red glove, as if to say "Lay-on, MacDuff"—and Batgirl turned with a slight flourish, leading the older woman to the rooftop stairs, and down into the warehouse itself. There was a weird chemical odor to the air, but since Batgirl didn't comment on it, neither did Batwoman.

Down past the thudding noise of ground level, which had been converted into an illegal club, down to where their footsteps raised up dust and Batgirl resorted to a small pen-light to guide their way down the stairs.

That niggling doubt returned. Something about the way Batgirl was walking...the sway of her hips more pronounced, maybe? Batwoman couldn't really see it, because of the cape. Maybe her friend was on her period; sanitary pads were sometimes odd things to walk in.

"How's Maggie?" Barbara asked, out of the blue. Kate blinked, surprised at the question.

"She's fine. We still haven't picked a date for the wedding."

They hit the ground floor. She followed Batgirl into a hallway covered with graffiti but oddly free of trash or the usual smells of a long-abandoned building like this. They passed a couple of doors and a freight elevator entrance without stopping.

"If you don't mind me asking," Barbara said as they walked. "Have you always been a lesbian? Never liked men at all?"

Kate Kane frowned. That was a very personal question, and very unlike Barbara...but then, she reflected, maybe Barbara was developing some feelings herself? Kate knew how hard it was for people to come out. She determined to answer as honestly as she could.

"I always knew, I think. I just never had any attraction to men, even though I knew that was what was expected of me. It's different for everyone, I think. Some people like one more than the other, others go both ways..."

"What about children? Babies? Have you and Maggie ever talked about that?"

Batwoman nearly stopped then. What the hell is she getting at?

Then Batgirl turned, and for the briefest of moments, let her cape fall away...and Kate Kane's breath caught in her lungs.

She wasn't showing, yet. Not really. But the Bat-family costumes were tight and revealing, and even the barest of beginnings of a swell was obvious if you looked for it. Batwoman's eyes went wide.

"Are you...?"

"Eight weeks." Batgirl said. Their eyes met. "Have you ever thought about having kids?"

Kate swallowed. "I mean, with my career, and being Batwoman, I...never really considered it, much. Maybe one day, we'd find a sperm donor, but..."

"So you're not totally against them." Barbara Gordon's blue eyes stared at her with uncomfortable intensity. "If you found the right sperm donor, maybe you'd consider it?"

"I...I guess." Batwoman said. "I wouldn't want to be awake for the procedure though. Just the idea of someone...touching me that way."

She shuddered.

Barbara turned away. "Oh, she's here."

There was a woman standing at the end of the hallway. Not too tall, raven-dark hair that fell to her shoulders, small breasts, great legs shown off to their best effect in a tight-fitting pair of red pants, a sharp profile. Very much Kate's type, if she wasn't already engaged. But Bat-family material? That remained to be seen.

She was staring at a collection of photos on the wall, and some curtain was covering the wall to her right. Batwoman noted another stairwell behind her. Good to know there was another exit.

"Batgirl," the woman said, acknowledging one of the caped crusaders. "Batwoman."

"Lois Lane, of the Daily Planet," Barbara introduced her. "You're no doubt wondering why I brought you both here..."

She threw her cape wide then, placing one hand on her barely-visible stomach, the bulge that you could almost just imagine was there, the slightest thickening of the waist behind the bright yellow utility belt.

"Eight weeks ago, I came down here to investigate a statistical anomaly: an uptick in local maternity rates that suggested an unidentified serial ****. What I discovered is a sophisticated operation, illegal human experimentation to create a genetically perfect breeding machine."

"So we're here to put a stop to it?" Kate broke in.

"No." Barbara smiled. "We're here to use it."

"Batgirl, what are you saying?" Batwoman shook her head....and then staggered, suddenly dizzy. Her nostrils were burning and the back of her throat felt scratchy. She saw alarm in Lois Lane's eyes as Batgirl raced to her side, catching the older caped crusader as she stumbled, legs suddenly nerveless.

"...don't worry, effects are temporary. You'll be alright in a few minutes." Kate Kane heard Barbara's voice, saw her drag her over to the wall, tearing the curtain aside. There was a hole there, surrounded by the word CROATOAN repeated three times. Beyond the hole, a pink light burned.

As Barbara dragged Batwoman to the hole, Kate's eyes fell on Lois Lane, who seemed shocked at developments...and then transfixed by the hole. Eyes wide, expression suddenly blank...and something in her pants, pushing up past the waistband, the unmistakable tip of an erection. Confused, Kate opened her mouth to ask her about it.

By then, the pregnant Batgirl was feeding her friend into the hole.

Groggily, Kate Kane stared ahead at the pink light. There was something comforting about it. She remembered the chemical odor on the stairs up above...a trap, timed precisely. Batgirl had led her into a trap. Batgirl was pregnant. Why? It didn't make any sense... There were words there, written on the side of the tunnel. Limp as she was, Kate could only make out MOTHERING HOLE.

Then she felt hands draw her cape aside, pulling at her pants.

"Legacy," she slurred the word as the hints came together. "Sperm donor." That was why.

The pink light was blinking. Someone was speaking to her, telling her to push her other arm forward, toward the light. She did so, her arm feeling strangely detached, like it belonged to someone else. Latex-gloved hands grabbed her wrist, pushed the gauntlet aside to get access to the veins at her wrist. Inserted an IV, a pale pink liquid dripping into her arm.

Something was poking against her pussy. A gloved hand clutched her own. Barbara. Holding her hand as the hard cock slipped into her undefended pussy.

Kate thought of Maggie. They saved the strap-on for special occasions. It wasn't that either woman didn't like the shape of cocks—their bodies were designed for it—but they preferred to use their hands, fingers, other toys. Simply thrusting and pumping had limited appeal. But they liked to roleplay scenarios sometimes. Kate Kane as the damsel in distress, defiled by her lecherous lesbian lover...

She could almost pretend that it was Maggie plunging her hard strap-on inside of her now. Driven by need, eager and **** to cum, to make her cum. Except the cock inside of her was too hot, to lifelike. It felt like a betrayal to think of her fiance while getting fucked by this strange woman, this dickgirl. Kate felt suddenly ill to her stomach, sick with the thought of what she was doing, what was being done to her.

The pink light was so bright now, even when she closed her eyes she could see it. Her body was growing hot, pussy slick now as the hard shaft pounded in and out. Batwoman knew she should resent this whole scenario, that it was tantamount to ****, but as she began to pant her thoughts went back to Batgirl's belly, just that tiny bit of swell...and realized suddenly that she was jealous.

Why shouldn't I get pregnant? Batwoman thought, picturing her own stomach swelling night by night, Maggie's hands curling around from behind her to cup it. We can raise it together. Barbara's baby too. A whole new generation of the Bat-family.

The thought sent an electric shiver down Kate's spine. Her eyes felt like they were melting, as if she had spent too long staring at a monitor, and she realized with a shock that she had lost track of time. Her body was moving on its own, back up to meet Lois Lane's thrusts, urging the cock deeper into her womb. The **** had entirely worn off, and Batwoman was in control of her body once more.

A woman's hands were squeezing her ass now, clamping the pussy tighter around her cock as something hot and wet shot into the heroine's depths. Kate squeezed Batgirl's hands, suddenly glad that Barbara was with her for this moment. Gentle hands turned her over in the tunnel, sliding her legs up until her shins tucked in against the ceiling, to keep as much of the cum as possible in her pussy.

Batwoman stared up at part of the message there, now visible in her pink-dazzled eyes.

YOU'RE GOING TO BE A FUCKING MOTHER.

"Yes..." Batwoman closed her eyes, feeling her wet pussy, imagining the little swimmers there searching for her egg. "I am."

She felt Batgirl squeeze her hand, heard her voice echo oddly in the tunnel.

"We are."