Laugh...

I pull on Batgirl's nipple with my teeth, letting it pop back as I release it with a snap. "How many times have you been caught, tied-up, bound, and gagged before the Dynamic Duo had to come rescue you?” I plunge my fingers into her harder, furiously now as I drive them deep.

"It's just so much easier to **** you and be done with it.”

Batgirl gasps as I pull on her nipple, squirming as she glares at me. "That’s not... I haven’t... sure they've rescued me but...” She mumbles unsure what to say. Her words are caught off as my fingers push in deep, burying inside her.

"Noo... stop..." Batgirl’s legs were on fire, tingling and numb. She could feel my hardness rubbing up against her thigh as I continue to **** her young body. Feeling how hard it is, she stuggles desperately to get free. "When Batman comes..."

"There you go already... when Batman comes for me.” I mock, pinching her nipple in my fingers, twisting it slightly.

"Don't you mean, if he comes?” I question, pumping my fingers into her faster, driving into her tight little pussy.

"If he comes," I say with a smirk. "I'm pretty sure you'll have cum too, Batslut. I know I will have."

"That not what I...” Batgirl groans as I twist her nipples, making her entire body arch upward. "Ahhh!! Oww... stop it, I’m injured!!" She cries out futilely, although my words make her second guess herself slightly. Does Batman even know where she is?

"Of... course he'll come...” Batgirl mutters as the pleasure between her legs makes it hard for her not to moan. “I... I will not...”