In a jam!

Batman, the Dark Knight Detective himself, was in the most perilous situation one could imagine. Was he barely holding back the gnashing jaws of Killer Croc? In the tangled terrible grasp of Poison Ivy? The middle of a raging gunfight with the Penguin leading the charge? No.

Batman was being auctioned off as a date.

More specifically, his alter ego of Bruce Wayne was. Bruce put on his best fake smile through the affair. Yes, on the bright side it was for charity, and the highest bidder’s donation would be matched by Bruce himself. But on the downside? It was humiliating, standing on the stage for the crowd to gawk while slightly drunken woman bid hundreds of thousands of dollars on him for the chance of spending a few hours with him over dinner, or whatever they chose. Additionally, time spent here meant less time out fighting crime in his usual attire. Sure, it was quiet, and Batgirl and Robin were patrolling, but Bruce still didn’t like this.

While the starting bid was $100,000, it quickly took off. Currently it was sitting at $2 million, done by Mercy Graves, Lex Luthor’s personal bodyguard. No doubt this was a joke by Lex to embarrass Bruce. Ugh. Before the count of three to finish it, another $2.5 million was raised. Graves raised it again to $3. Now it was rising quickly again, 4, 5, 7, 9, until one new voice rang from the crowd. “Seventy-Five million dollars!”

The crowd stopped, and even Bruce would turn his attention to whomever called out the obviously winning bid. It was a woman of intense stunning beauty and elegance. Her skin was dark brown, glowing in glamor. Her hair was an even darker shade of Brown, with a lock of pure silver interrupting it. It only added to her appeal. Her dress was a shimmering green silk, with a large diamond shape cut out of the chest, giving an ample view of her ample cleavage. Her dress matched her eyes, which practically glowed.

The crowd was silent, until the auctioneer started counting down her bid, in case anyone wanted to top it. It was useless, as no one thought of topping it.

As the auctioneer finished off, the woman walked up on stage and grabbed the stunned Bruce in her arms, surprising him in her strength. She spoke into a microphone “I think I’d like my date now,” and whisked Wayne away.

Soon she lead him into a private room, where in an accent that sounded Arabic in origin, but in truth could've sounded like it came from anywhere in the world at any time, “Detective, darling, I hope you, like, appreciate what I did for you. Rich bimbos would’ve only wasted your time, while I’m totally getting to the point. I hope you’ll repay my favor by, like, letting me suck your dick.” And with that, she unbuckled his belt and removed his pants, engorging her mouth on his cock.