Katana x Bruce

Bruce Wayne’s lips crashed into Katana’s with a hunger that neither of them could deny. Where else could they but the BatCave? Tatsu Toro—Katana—wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced, hot and ****. The thrill of the forbidden was exhilarating. They were sex buddies, nothing more, nothing less—but in moments like this, it felt like so much more.

Her back hit the edge of the chair-turned-bed, and Bruce’s hands trailed down her sides, gripping her hips possessively. She let out a soft gasp as he lifted her, her legs instinctively parting to make room for him. Bruce’s breath was ragged as he stepped back, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Katana’s eyes followed his movements, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned back on her elbows, her short black hair framing her face, and watched as he finally freed himself.

He was fully hard, but even then, there wasn’t much to see. Katana’s sharp eyes took in the sight of his modest size, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. It was soft, almost breathless, but it was enough to make Bruce pause.

“What’s so funny?” Bruce Wayne growled, his voice low and gravelly, the same tone he used when interrogating criminals.

Katana’s smile widened. “Nothing, Bruce.” She carried that quiet, calm tone she was known for. With a jiggle, she added, “It’s just… everytime I see it, I expect it to get bigger. It is a cock from the Batman.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened and he stepped closer to the chair, his cock twitching slightly as he slapped it against her pussy. The sound was almost comical and Katana giggled again, louder this time.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he demanded. He wasn’t used to being laughed at—especially not in the bedroom. Selina, Talia, Vicki…

He had fucked a LOT of women. He might be average but he wouldn’t be mocked.

Katana propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes flicking down to his cock and then back up to his face. “You’re supposed to be this big, strong legend,” she said matter of factly. “But this? It’s so… small.”

The Japanese lady was trained since she was young to be disciplined. Yet with this small cock in front of her…she bit her lip, trying to suppress another laugh, but it slipped out anyway.

Bruce’s face turned red, and he crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing in frustration. “It’s four and a half inches,” he said defensively. “That’s not small.”

Katana was immediately skeptical. She heard heard him utter a specific number before. “Is it?” she asked. “Because it doesn’t look like four and a half inches.”

Bruce’s nostrils flared and he grabbed a tape measure from the nightstand. He held it up, his jaw clenched as he measured himself, his cock looking even smaller against the stark black lines of the tape. Katana watched him with an amused smile, her legs still spread, her pussy glistening with arousal.

“See?” he said, the tape measure from the underside. From balls to the tip of his cock. “Four and a half.”

Katana was in the chair-bed and leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied the measurement. Then she shook her head. “It appears even the World’s Greatest Detective can make mistakes. You are measuring it wrong. You are supposed to press to your pelvis, into the bone.”

“...”

Katana reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand as she guided the tape measure toward the base of his cock. “Here,” she said. “Do it properly.”

Bruce hesitated for a moment, but then he did as she instructed, pressing the tape measure into the soft flesh at the base of his cock. When he looked down at the measurement, his face turned pale. “Three inches,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Barely three inches.”

Katana’s laughter filled the room, and she leaned back on the bed, her legs still spread. Katana was a small woman. Five-foot-two, a woman that did not have a huge pussy or huge tits. Her best feature was her ass and lean muscles.

“It’s not four and a half, Bruce. It’s tiny.”

Bruce’s hands clenched into fists and he dropped the tape measure, his face a mask of anger and humiliation. He slapped his supposedly small cock positioned himself between her legs. His cock was hard, but it looked almost comically small against her wet pussy.

“Shut up,” he growled. “You still love it.”

Katana’s laughter faded as Bruce thrust into her, his cock stretching her. He moved clumsily, his breathing heavy and erratic, and within seconds, he slipped out. He cursed under his breath and tried again, but the same thing happened.

Thrust, thrust—

Fuck!

Katana giggled softly, her hands resting on his shoulders as he struggled to stay inside her.

“You are letting your emotions run you, little bat~”

He ignored her, his face a mask of determination as he thrust into her once more. This time, he managed to stay inside. The following seconds of sex were hurried and uncoordinated, and he was already breathing hard, his muscles straining with the effort.

“One… two… three…” Katana counted under her breath. “Four… five… and there’s another slip.”

So kind, so monotone…

Was she even liking this?

Bruce growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her again. All of it, balls deep. His cock was small, but it was still enough to make her moan softly, her body responding to his movements despite his clumsiness.

“Haah~! That’s good! That’s, mmmph, good~!”

He fucked her as hard as he could. He did not hold back. He couldn’t. Katana’s hands left his shoulders as he brought her pleasure. “G-good! Good! Yes! That’s it! Mmmph, you’re to—”

Make her cum. He smirked. He was doing it. Although he was sweating too, his brow furrowed in concentration. He tried to keep his pace steady—

Wait, fuck.

He heaved. He breathed.

He…he almost bust. He almost came inside her! Shit!

Bruce’s frustration was palpable, his jaw clenched. He maintained his rhythm, but his small cock kept slipping out of Katana’s tight pussy. Thrust, slip. Thrust, slip. It was almost comical, the way his buff, trained body moved with such determination only to fail miserably every other stroke. Katana’s soft giggles filled the room, her laughter a stark contrast to his growls of annoyance.

“Damn it,” Bruce muttered under his breath, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he tried to angle himself better. But it was no use. His cock, barely over three inches, just wasn’t built for this.

Now that he knew, he was just…off.

He thrust again, and again, his count already at seven, but he was out by the eighth.

Katana’s giggles grew louder, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle it. “Bruce, you’re slipping out again.”

“I know,” he snapped, his tone sharp, but there was a hint of desperation in it. He wasn’t used to failing at anything, let alone something as primal as this. He thrust again, this time making it to ten before he slipped out once more.

Katana’s giggles turned into full-blown laughter now, her body shaking with mirth. “I almost there, Bruce…”

His face flushed with embarrassment, but he wasn’t about to give up. He repositioned himself, his hands hooked under her thighs to keep her legs spread wide and his thrusts deeper. Now, there was no way for him to slip out.

He fucked hard.

Katana moaned.

“Mm, yes~!”

What a tight pussy! Fuck, even with his small cock, he could feel her walls clamping down on him! He thrust again and again and again, this time making it to fifteen, but he was out by the sixteenth.

Katana’s laughter subsided, replaced by soft moans as she felt him inside her, even if it was only for a moment. “It’s okay, Bruce,” she said, her voice soothing now.

“Tell me how good it feels!” he demanded, his voice harsh and rough, his eyes locked on hers.

Katana moaned, her hips rocking against his as she met his thrusts. “It’s even better than I hoped,” she gasped. “No other man could ever possibly have a penis as short and thin as yours! You must have the smallest penis of any man who’s ever lived!”

Bruce’s growl was primal, his thrusts becoming even more frantic as he raced toward his climax.

“---don’t worry, I am sure Batman will be fine with you, Shiva. You are Cass’ mother—”

Voices. Women. People. The World’s Greatest Detective immediately registered and identified who it was.

Alas, his mind worked faster than his body this time. H had no time to react before the door to the BatCave swung open. There were five primary entry points: one that was a fleet of stairs, a second that was downstairs, a third down, down below from sewers, a fourth underneath the chair, and the fifth to his direct left.

The sudden intrusion froze him mid-thrust, his small cock slipping out of Katana’s pussy with an almost comical plop. Barbara Gordon stood in the doorway, her red hair catching the light, her lips parted in shock. Behind her, Helena Bertinelli, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Lady Shiva crowded in, their eyes widening as they took in the scene.

All of them were in costume.

All of them saw Bruce Wayne as Batman fucking Katana.

All of them saw that tiny cock reddening and throbbing.

“Oh my God,” Barbara whispered. “Is that… is that it?”

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

The excitement of being seen, his natural sensitivity, and Katana’s pussy having already done so much to him…

“N-no!”

Bruce’s face turned crimson. He tried to cover himself, but there was no hiding the truth. His small, hard cock stood pitifully and came pitifully. Spurt, spurt, spurt! A thin trail of cum splattered on his face—evidence of his premature ejaculation.

The silence that ensued was deafening. His small, hard cock did not soften, not yet. He was breathing hard, his own face glistening from his own nut. Humiliating. So damn humiliating. His heart raced. His cock throbbed as hard as it could from the anxiety.

Dammit! Somehow, he preferred it had been flaccid! At least then, he could make up an excuse. But no, reality had to be cruel. Reality wanted everyone to see him at his hardest and for the ladies to stare.

Helena Bertinelli snickered. Stephanie Brown, his own daughter-figure, put a hand to her mouth. Cassandra Cain blinked. She already knew. Of course she did, she had better eyes than him in some aspects. Lady Shiva…

Lady Shiva, the one woman he had never defeated in hand to hand combat, clicked her tongue and smirked.

Helena stepped forward, her arms crossed while snickering. She looked like she wanted to bend over and examine the little willy. “Wow, Bruce. I knew you were Batman, but I didn’t realize you were also… Mini-Man.”

Stephanie burst out laughing, clutching her sides. “Oh, this is too good! Look at it! It’s like a baby carrot dipped in insecurity sauce!” She pulled out her phone, already recording. “Say cheese, Brucie!”

Cassandra, ever the silent observer, tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as if she were studying a particularly perplexing puzzle. Lady Shiva, on the other hand, let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Even for a man of your stature, Batman, I expected more. This is… disappointing.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “Y-you…why are you all…?”

But none of them moved. Instead, Barbara stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something else—something darker. “We’re not going anywhere, Bruce. Not until we’ve had our fun.”

Katana sat up on the chair-bed, her legs crossed. She seemed almost amused by the situation, as if she had been waiting for this moment. Bruce didn’t notice. All his mental and physical energy had gone down to his tiny cock. It couldn’t grow bigger no matter how hard he tried, no matter the training or willpower.

God. Some men were born lucky and Batman was not one of them. He had money, he had intelligence, but a big cock? No.

“What do you think, ladies?” Helena asked the ladies. “Should we let him off the hook? Or should we make him… perform?”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely make him perform. I want to see him try to jerk off that little thing.”

Bruce’s nostrils flared, his pride taking another hit. “You’re not serious.”

Helena stepped closer, her smirk widening. “Oh, we’re dead serious. If you don’t, we’ll make sure the entire world knows about your… little secret. Imagine the headlines: ‘Wayne’s Biggest Weakness Revealed!’”

The threat hung in the air and Bruce knew they weren’t bluffing. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on each of their faces—mocking from Helena, amusement from Lady Shiva, and curiosity from Cassandra.

“So small…” Cassandra muttered. She was comparing him to someone and Bruce hated that he knew who.

With a resigned sigh, he stood up. He faced them with pride—well, as much as he could must in this humiliating moment. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his cock.

The women gathered around him, forming a semi-circle, their eyes locked on his every move. Bruce hesitated, his pride warring with his desperation to make this humiliation end. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, his grip awkward and unsure. His cock was so small that it was eclipsed. The women erupted into laughter.

Bruce had to adjust his grip. What he did before…it was unnatural. He knew it and they knew it too. He had to try a different approach. The pinch jerk-off. A finger and a thumb.

Pathetic. So pathetic. He wanted to pump his cock like a normal man and couldn’t.

“It’s so much different,” Cassandra murmured.

“Look at that!” Stephanie cackled, zooming in with her phone. “It’s like he’s trying to pinch a crumb off the floor!”

“Come on, Bruce, you can do better than that,” Barbara teased, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. “Give it a good tug. Show us what you’ve got.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched, his humiliation reaching new heights. He adjusted his grip, pinching the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger—a tweezer grip that only emphasized its ridiculous size. He began to stroke, his movements smooth and experienced.

“Heh, he’s done this many times,” Lady Shiva noted. “Since he was young, I bet.”

“So he never grew!?” Helena finally burst into laughter and slapped her thighs. “That’s terrible!”

“And funny,” Stephanie chimed in while still recording. “You hear that? The criminals of Gothams have been getting their asses kicked by the smallest dick ever—and it’s all natural. No Joker chemicals!”

The women continued to laugh and taunt.

“Oh my God, it’s like watching someone try to pet a mouse with oven mitts,” Helena snorted, wiping a tear from her eye. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Cassandra, who had been mostly silent, finally spoke up, her voice soft but cutting. “...it likely helps with crime fighting. However, do you think he has ever made a woman orgasm?”

“O-of course I have!” Bruce grit his teeth and jerked his dick off. He was almost there, almost there. “W-when do I stop?”

Lady Shiva crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. “Keep going until we say otherwise.” A snicker. “Perhaps this is why you rely so heavily on gadgets, Batman. You clearly do not have the equipment to handle things on your own.”

Bruce’s strokes grew faster, his breath hitching as he tried to ignore their words. But it was impossible. Their laughter, their mocking comments—they filled the room, drowning out any semblance of dignity he had left.

“Almost there, Bruce,” Barbara said, her voice almost gentle. She leaned over, curious, hands on her knees. So gentle and so kind and so judgemental. “Just a little more. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Stephanie was practically bouncing with excitement, her phone steady in her hand. “This is going viral. I can already see the hashtags: #TinyBatman #PencilDickProblems.”

“D-don’t—”

Post it?

Bruce’s breathing grew ragged, his strokes becoming more frantic. He was close—so close. But the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Finally, with a low groan, he reached his breaking point. His tiny cock twitched in his hand, a thin stream of cum shooting out and splattering on the floor of the Bat Cave.

He let out strange sounds as he did. Mewling, whimpering—extremely feminine noises that earned laughter from the women.

They literally doubled over with glee. Stephanie zoomed in on the pathetic display, capturing every detail. “Oh my god, he’s whimpering! That’s sooo cute!”

“That’s the big finish?” Cassandra’s face scrunched up. “Compared to…”

“I know,” Lady Shiva agreed. “Even my David wasn’t this pathetic.”

“Dick was a bit like this,” Barbara added.

Bruce straightened himself, his dick going soft and his face burning with shame. He knew this moment would haunt him forever. The women continued to laugh, their voices echoing in his ears as Stephanie zoomed in on his tiny flaccid cock.

All balls, no cock. It took the maximum zoom-in setting to get a proper view of the damn dick.

“Well, Bruce,” Barbara said. “At least now the world knows the truth: even the Batman has his weaknesses.”

He hardened instantly. He couldn’t stop that part of him, that trained discipline and lust. The women cooed. Bruce turned, agitated.

“Katana…” He jerked his tiny dick off. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, got it?”

Katana spread her cunt. “Do your best!”

She never screamed. She let him come close and fuck her but she never screamed. She moaned, she enjoyed the sex, but she never screamed.

Between gasps and approaching a climax, Katana rubbed circles around his back. He was pumping in and out of her without any mistakes.

And yet…the ladies were not impressed. Especially Cassandra and Lady Shiva.

"I-it must have been so hard. You're perfect for my vagina, but there's no way something this tiny could have provided even the smallest amount of sexual pleasure to any woman with a remotely normal-sized vagina."

She could feel him throbbing. He was about to cum. She licked her lips.

“Just like my ex-husband. The two of you are kindred spirits.”

Bruce grunted and promptly came inside her in record time. Stephanie Brown recorded everything.

Some days later, the videos were posted. The comments were ruthless.

**Hotkitty69: Bruce was my crush, no way