Mara de la Cruz—Batman's Latina Fucktoy

Blaze's hand was on her shoulder. Lois Lane realized they were in a cavern. Stalactites hung from the ceiling. A giant penny dominated one wall...a green statue of a tyrannosaurus...Lois saw that they stood on a platform near a large computer console that was dominated by large screens. The cave was vast...and there were structures built into it, some of which were lit up by overhead lights, others which were dark. She heard the high-pitched squeak of bats overhead, smelled guano...

A young Latina woman in the black and white outfit of a maid was busily scrubbing the guano off one of the walks. The ass was large, the skirt was short. Lois could see the little grey panties underneath, marked with a familiar symbol.

"What..." she said, but Blaze simply squeezed her shoulder. The reporter got the message. Wait and watch.

There was the roar of an engine. A long, sleek car slid down a ramp, lights flashing on the ceiling to show the road ahead, and then just as quickly turning off. It purred to a halt mere feet from where Mara de la Cruz was scrubbing away at the bat-shit.

A caped and cowled figure emerged from the Batmobile. There was a hint of stubble on the chin, and the cape was frayed and in tatters at the edges. Scuffs on the knuckles of the glove, a long slash across the chest, revealing the armor underneath.

"Oh, Señor Batman!" Mara said in an exaggerated Hispanic accent. "You're hurt!"

Lois frowned. Mara de la Cruz had been born and lived her whole life in Metropolis, her parents were from Puerto Rico. Yet the accent was like she had just crossed the border from Mexico.

"The costume took it," the Dark Knight grunted as he stepped swiftly behind Mara, then leaned down over her. "What's that you're doing?"

"Oh, Señor Batman, I clean the guano, but it doesn't want to come up..." She whined.

"Scrub harder," he said, and the maid did, her big ass rolling, causing the short skirt to hike up higher.

The utility belt hit the floor. Lois found herself blinking as the Dark Knight pulled the maid's grey bat-panties away and began to lick the sweaty, hairless cunt. His free hand carefully removed the armored cup that protected his genitals, freeing a penis that could easily have earned the Batman a position of prominence in the porn industry.

"I had to make him a little bigger," Blaze said, as they watched the Batman slide his cock into the unresisting maid. Mara let out a long, satisfied groan. "To fulfill her fantasy."

"How often do they do...this?" Lois found herself whispering, a flush rising to her face as the Caped Crusader slid one hand to grope the maid's breasts, the other sliding down to finger her clit. He was as attentive and detailed a lover as he was a crimefighter, that was for certain.

"Every night, when he comes back from patrol," Blaze said. "Sometimes she wakes him up with a blowjob as he gives her morning tea. She's virtually the Bat-family bicycle, willing to suck any cock, lick any pussy. She'll even blow the Robins when they hit 18, as a birthday present. I give it about two months before one of them knocks her up, unless the butler starts slipping her birth control. He's rather diligent about that kind of thing."

"And they just go along with it?" Lois said, as Mara's moans got louder. There was the roar of a bicycle, and she saw the familiar red hair of another, female Caped Crusader coming in to roost.

"Reality can be quite malleable, especially if those involved want to believe it is real. Would you question it if someone woke you up every morning with a warm smile and an eager lap around your cunt?"

Lois had to pause and think about that. Mara reached up and grabbed at the Batwoman's hips. The pants were already down, revealing a hairless, freshly-shaven bush. The Latina maid buried her face in it eagerly as Batman began thrusting harder, heavy smacks echoing throughout the cave.

"Okay," the reporter relented. "I've seen enough. Show me another, show me..."