Last Night in Gotham [pt. I]

Dinah Lance would have been lying if she said she had always been a happy woman. Growing up in a family of cops and vigilantes, Dinah had gotten used to spending her time alone, wondering which night would be the one a pair of police officers showed up at her front door to tell her that one or both of her parents were dead.

She gripped the steering wheel of her Ford Escape tightly. She had just finished a long day at the Gotham City DA’s office. Crime never seemed to stop in Gotham, and no matter how many new prosecutors the city hired there was still an ungodly amount of work to process. Gotham’s court system was backed up to the point of irreparability, as if choked by the sludge of Gotham’s criminal underbelly.

To make matters worse, a significant portion of the city’s public sector was corrupt, including several judges and dozens, perhaps hundreds of police officers. There had been an old joke circulating when she’d first started her work as a prosecutor: if a person was convicted in Gotham, it meant he was one of the few who didn’t work for one of the city’s notorious crime bosses.

Not that criminals are locked up for very long in our overcrowded prisons, anyway. God, why did I ever think becoming a prosecutor in Gotham was a good idea?

Dinah remembered caring so much about that; about saving the city she’d grown to call home. Now, she had a new calling; something that fulfilled her far more than her job or even her relationship with Oliver ever had.

She smirked.

“And to think I thought he was the love of my life,” she muttered.

Jason did have that effect on people, she knew. His conquering gaze manipulated everything it touched until it suited his needs. She loved that about him.

She had been ecstatic when he had finally trusted her with that secret. It had been before they inducted Barbara into his harem when he had pulled her aside and said that it was finally time to tell her the truth about why she was with him. He told her about his powers and how he had manipulated her mind until she was exactly the way he wanted. Then she’d smiled happily and thanked him for choosing her before falling to her knees and taking her master’s cock into her worshiping mouth.

The idea of being mind-controlled was so utterly hot, far beyond the simple "roleplay" she'd done with Oliver thanks to what she now knew was Jason's manipulation. She thought of the person she used to be. She’d been so willful and dedicated to her role as a heroine that not even the Justice League could sway her from her course.

Then Jason saw me in that bank and made me his.

She could almost remember it: the moment when his beautiful eyes met hers and changed her life forever.

He changed me so much, made me want to love and obey him for the rest of my life. He even made me hate being with Ollie just so I wouldn’t feel conflicted about being with my master. If that’s not an expression of pure love, I don’t know what is. My student has grown so much!

Her pussy clenched and pulsed. She imagined Jason’s beautiful cock ramming inside her and gasped. She chewed her lower lip and nearly whimpered out of sheer frustration.

Just a bit longer and then I’ll see him, and everything will be alright again. But then he’ll be leaving and I won’t be seeing him for a while.

Jason had to leave Gotham and she had to stay. It was the only way for him to be safe. Batman was often cited as the world’s greatest detective for a very good reason. If anyone were to uncover Jason’s secret, it would be him. Each day Jason spent on Gotham was another day the Caped Crusader had to catch the scent of his trail.

Dinah would have more than happily quit her job and abandoned everything she’d built in Gotham to go with him, but she couldn’t. The person she’d been before wouldn’t have abandoned Gotham so quickly, and her absence would most certainly be noticed by those whose attention Jason was trying to avoid.

She grit her teeth angrily.

I wish I hadn’t been so focused on cleaning up Gotham. This terrible city is never going to be fixed. I wasted all this time on a lost cause and because of that the most important person in my life won’t have my protection or my company. I was stupid, selfish, and short-sighted. Now, I’m going to pay for it.

One of her hands gripped the steering wheel harder while the other snaked downward between her legs and up her tight gray pencil skirt. She hadn’t worn panties today and already the fluid that had drooled had stained the fabric of her skirt.

“Oh, Jason. I wish you didn’t have to leave,” she whispered hoarsely, and began rubbing herself. She imagined Jason’s thick, beautiful cock pounding in and out of her pussy. He’d fucked her so many times now in all of her holes and in so many positions, but the experience always felt so novel to her that she couldn’t help but anticipate when it would happen next. She craved it like a starving person would their next meal, and would do absolutely anything if Jason would fuck her again. She knew how **** that made her seem, but she didn’t care.

I’d do anything for him. I’d lick the dirt from the bottom of his shoes if that would keep me in his life.

Yet, none of that mattered, and that frustrated and angered her. A thought popped into her mind then, and she allowed herself the barest hint of a smile.

I can always have phone sex with him. It won’t be the same, but it’s better than nothing. Hm. Maybe I’ll **** Oliver for him, too. He always likes it when I do that.

She grinned evilly as she pictured herself masturbating in front of Oliver while talking on the phone with Jason. She’d call her “fiancé” the most cruel names and ridicule him for not being man enough to satisfy her.

Maybe I’ll do it on camera. Yes. I can make videos for Jason, or even do video calls with him.

So distracted was she with her musings that she almost missed the turn into her apartment building’s parking garage. She slammed on the breaks and heard her tires squeal against the pavement.

The car behind her honked its horn.

“Sorry,” she muttered. The word felt almost vestigial on her lips.

She turned the car left and entered the ramp that led downward towards the parking garage, swiping a small card at a sensor near the entrance gate. It opened to allow her passage. It didn’t take long for her to find a parking space and within minutes she was on the elevator towards her apartment.

No, not my apartment. Jason’s. My student's. Every inch of that living space belongs to him.

A part of her used to dislike spending time there. Even when Oliver was around, it had never quite felt like home, and now she knew why.

The elevator chimed happily when it reached the seventh floor, and she found herself smile. Her heartbeat quickened and her pussy pulsed. Her asshole clenched repeatedly, and she couldn’t help but hope that Jason would violate her back there again before he left.

God, it was so hot when he did that to me in front of Oliver. I was going to give Ollie my ass as his wedding present, which made it all the more amazing when Jason just came and took it.

Her grin widened into a vicious smirk as she remembered how heartbroken and angry and jealous her ex-fiancé had been. She’d learned a lot of things that night, chief among them being that she absolutely loved humiliating Oliver in front of Jason. The billionaire playboy had always been so used to getting what he wanted, women included, only to be reminded what true power was when Jason had conquered them both.

Just as she was about to take her key out, the door to her apartment opened, revealing Helena Bertinelli. The black-haired woman was dressed in midnight-blue lingerie that matched the color of her eyes. It left very little to the imagination, with the bra leaving the majority of her sizable breasts exposed. Dinah licked her lips.

“Wow,” she muttered.

Helena smirked and crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing them upward.

“I must look really hot if I’ve gotten you speechless, Dinah. How you doing?” she opened the door further to allow Dinah inside.

Dinah snorted.

“I'm fine. Did Jason like the outfit?”

Helena moaned. One of her hands flicked down between her legs to rub her pussy through her damp underwear.

“Oh yeah. After I got home and tried it on for the first time, he couldn’t keep his hands off me. We fucked for like two hours all over the living room,” Helena stretched her back slightly.

Dinah never imagined that she would end up sharing a man with Helena. Oh, she knew how much Oliver had dreamed of a threesome between them, but she’d never personally entertained the thought. Not even in her imagination. Yet here she stood, happy and unjealous as one of her best friends talked about having sex with the man both of them had grown to love and worship like a god.

She entered the foyer and closed the door behind her. She imagined Jason in all his perfection as he took Helena while she wore that sexy lingerie. She was normally so confident and incorrigible, but around Jason she might as well have been putty in his hands.

We’re all basically putty in my student's hands, aren’t we?

Dinah’s pussy clenched and pulsed as she thought about Jason using his powers on them. She imagined her own eyes going blank as she thoughtlessly accepted whatever Jason told her to think or feel or do while in one of her trances. She hoped he’d use his powers on her tonight.

“That’s great,” Dinah murmured, feeling genuinely happy for her friend, and for another reason altogether. She approached Helena, taking advantage of the woman’s momentary distraction to slip a hand down her underwear.

Helena gasped, but made no move stop Dinah as she placed her hand against her pussy. It was wet, far beyond what should have been possible with mere arousal.

Dinah grinned.

“I knew it,” she muttered. “You’ve been keeping this all to yourself. Shame on you, Helena.”

She took her hand out of Helena’s panties. Her palm was coated in the creamy white fluid of Jason’s ejaculate.

Helena glared at her.

“Hey, that’s mine!” she reached for Dinah’s hand, but before Helena could stop her, Dinah brought cum-covered hand to her face and began licking and slurping and suckling at the creamy, rich fluid there. Semen had never been Dinah’s favorite fluid and even with Oliver she’d been a **** swallower after blowjobs, preferring to spit his loads out in the bathroom sink.

Jason’s cum was very different. It tasted heavenly; better than any food or beverage she’d ever tried, and every time she tasted it she found herself desiring it more.

She moaned throatily as she continued to lick and slurp at Jason’s cum. She swallowed periodically, enjoying the sensation of accepting her man’s baby batter into her stomach.

“Oh god, I needed that,” Dinah murmured. Her pussy drooled, and she felt her arousal drip down her thighs.

Helena’s face softened.

“Rough day, huh?”

At Dinah’s nod, Helena continued, “I guess I can’t really blame you for doing that. You should still ask me, though. I worked really hard to get all that jizz inside me.”

Dinah sighed.

“I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… I hate that he’s leaving. I…”

Helena took a step closer and put a comforting hand on her shoulder. She smiled softly.

“You need him.”

Dinah nodded, and felt tears prick at the edges of her eyes. She took a heavy breath to calm herself.

I’m Dinah Lance. Black Canary. I’m supposed to be stronger than this.

“It’s okay. I’m here, Dinah. Anytime you need me,” Dinah smiled at her friend’s words. “And it’s not like he’s leaving because he wants to, so don’t take it personally.”

Dinah nodded again.

“I know. I just wish there was something we could do. I really hate the idea of him being out there. I know Shayera’s strong and she wouldn’t let anything happen to him, but I’d feel better if I were with him. But Black Canary and Dinah Lance can’t just up and leave Gotham on such short notice, especially not in the company of a college student,” she said.

“Yeah, it fucking sucks,” Helena nodded. “Sometimes I wish he used his power on everyone, ya know? Made them his obedient slaves. Then we wouldn’t have to hide anymore or be apart from him.”

Dinah chuckled.

“Then he’d have billions of women vying for his attention, and not just the four of us. Do you think he’d even give us the time of day?” she wondered aloud.

Helena gave her chest a shake, drawing Dinah’s eyes to her friend’s large breasts.

“Oh, definitely. Dinah, he could have had anyone, but of all the chicks in the world, he chose us first. He chose you first,” Helena put her hands on Dinah’s blouse and started undoing buttons. “Not only that, you took his virginity. He’s gonna want to have you close by no matter how many sluts he has in his stable. Guys are sentimental that way,” Helena rolled her eyes derisively, but her warm smile told a different story.

Dinah chuckled.

“I hope you’re right, Helena.”

Helena smirked. She’d finished unbuttoning Dinah’s blouse.

“Of course I’m right. Now strip. This is Jason’s last night in Gotham for a while. Let’s make it a night he won’t forget.”

Dinah felt a sense of renewed purpose fill her like electricity in a battery. Tonight may have been the last night she’d see Jason in person for a time, but goddamn if she wouldn’t make it the best night of his life.

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