Moving on to Batgirl.

The magnitude of what he had done struck him at once, and he pulled out and backed against the wall. White cream seeped from Harley’s lips, and rather than panic or wipe it, she pulled her chair back under her with her nimble legs and got right back to grinding, rubbing his cum all over her crotch. He laughed. He had to! He’d actually done it! He’d fucked Harley Quinn herself, in front of Batwoman, and the only thing the veteran superhero had done was mumble something about her own climax before her hand picked up speed. Watching one woman rub herself in the corner while another accidentally **** his sperm into her body brought his erection back with gusto, and he leered at the third woman in the room, who by his count was biting her lip to hold back the screams from her second peak.

He circled the room and pushed Batgirl’s cape to the side, revealing her entire lovely back to him. His fingers traced lines down her spine to her ass, which he treated to a single eardrum-splitting smack. Batgirl jumped and yelped, and then she went right back to her interrogation. “The silent treatment won’t work, Quinzel. I can be here as long as you can.”

“Yeah, I bet.” Harley sneered at the young redhead. “A girl like you doesn’t have much of a nightlife, does she?”

“Excuse me?”

“Batgirl,” Batwoman moaned, “don’t let her fluster you.”

“I’m not flustered,” she replied, though her chest grew red as Brandon groped her boobs from behind. “Besides, I’m not the one spending my nights in cuffs with a bunch of other women.”

Harley laughed, a breathy ha-ha-ha very much like panting. “Nah, you’d rather spend it in spandex tossing around poor, defenseless girls.”

Brandon slapped his dick against Batgirl’s pussy, triggering another pleasure filled shudder. As he prepared to **** her dripping cunt, he waved his cock at her boss, the stoic Batwoman jilling off in the corner. “What’s wrong? I thought you were the world’s greatest detective, and you don’t even notice me right in front of you? I’m about to fuck a baby into your partner here, and you won’t even lift a finger, will you?

Batwoman stood upright and looked at him, and time froze. Her livid stare turned his blood to ice, too cold to shiver. Batgirl and Harley sniped at each other only a few feet away but he didn’t hear a word of it. There was no interrogation room, only darkness and two eyes scanning his very soul. He could feel his life about to end, yet he couldn’t even see the fist heading for him.

And then she fell back against the wall and returned to her oblivious masturbation. Brandon stood in disbelief until his heart pumped again, releasing all his air in a single breath. That had happened, right? For just an instant Batwoman had defied the amulet. He considered what would have happened if she hadn’t fallen back under its influence and he nearly vomited in the corner. Clearly he would have to leave her alone for a little while. She would succumb eventually, or else Luthor would have warned him. Probably.

Luckily, the cum-stained thighs of Harley Quinn and the perky ass of her teenaged rival helped him recover his erection in mere moments. He humped Batgirl’s backside, preparing to take her while Harley hunched over and moaned through her latest insult. ”Look, Red, I’m just sayin’, Maybe if you got some dick once in a—fucking yes!—while you wouldn’t be so excited about spendin’ time with me.”

“I do not need dick! Oh, God, give me that dick.” Batgirl’s eyes rolled as Brandon sunk into her, hammering her hips with his hands around her tiny waist. “I need answers. Just t-tell me where you g-got the amulets, and I won’t have to c-cum! Back.”

“Look, I’m just as confused as you are! One minute I’m havin’ a party with the girls, and it gets a little wild, and then you and your squad show up and I’m in a cell wearing nothin’ but a towel, and there’s all these videos of me doin’ stuff on the street? Mmm, yes, right there. I’m a good, civil girl! I’d nevah do things like that with people watching! Oh, fuck! Yeah, baby, watch me cum again!” Harley pounded the chair so hard she knocked it over, and she crouched over it from the side to grind out the last of her orgasm. “Look, you were there just like I was. Why aren’t you askin’ yourself questions?”

Batgirl fell to her elbows, propping herself up with one hand while the other pinched her own nipple. “Because I’m in the same boat you are. We’re both—fuck, fuck, yessss—the victims here, Harleen. Something happened to both of us. We—mmmmm—we need to figure it out together, before anything else happens.” She rolled her hips at Brandon, fucking him almost as much as he fucked her. Her head swung to the side and her brow cinched, trying to keep a straight face and failing badly. “I doubt either of us want anybody taking advantage of us.”

“Cumming again.” Batwoman muttered.

“Exactly. Whoever did that to us, they might come again. When—oh, fuck—when it happens, we need to protect ourselves. We don’t—oh, yes, yes, yes! I don’t have any—fuck! I—God, yes—I don’t have any protection! I’m not on protection! Fuck my unprotected—mmm, aaaaaaah!” Her back arched, thrusting her chest forward and bending her hips just right to rub Brandon’s cock. Her accidental warning set him off, and he blew his second load of the night directly into Batgirl’s fertile womb. He could almost feel her suck his sperm deeper as he came, giving it the best chance to fertilize the barely-legal sidekick with his very first superhero baby. She shook her head and crossed her arms, still unaware of the man plugging her pussy full of spunk. “This is hitting heroes and villains alike. We need to work together.”

“You need to suck a lemon.” Harley turned up her nose, which happened to be the same as throwing her head back. “I told you, I’m out of answers too.”

Batgirl sighed, and when Brandon pulled out she flopped back in her chair, though she did perch her feet on the table and slide her finger back into her creamy cunt. “It’s going to be another long night, isn’t it?”

“You can handle it,” Batwoman said, and Brandon remembered he still had another hero to knock up tonight. “I have to leave.”

“Yeah, yeah, patrol. Just keep your clothes on.” Batgirl looked up from her masturbation, and even the amulet couldn’t keep her from withering under her mentor’s icy glare. “Just a joke.”

“Funny.” Batwoman opened the door and left the interrogation room. Brandon considered the remaining girls, wondering how long he could seed and reseed them until he couldn’t stay awake any longer, but he wasn’t about to coop himself up in a single tiny room. He had an ocean of women to conquer now! He snatched his clothes from the ground and tugged them on as he chased the nearly-naked Batwoman down the hall. Wherever she was going, he wanted to be there.