A couple of college girls

“I know it’s a bit below your usual grade, but we want to be cautious here,” the female officer explained, fiddling with the keys to the campus gate. Batman found himself shooting looks at how her tight uniform pants hugged to her firm round as as she worked on the lock. “With Quinn on the loose, it’s hard to tell a noise complaint from a potential threat.”

“I understand,” Batman responded in his usual gruff tone. “Female squealing in the west wing, right?”

The officer pushed the gates open, and looked back at Batman.

“Uhh… the east wing. East.” she said.

Batman nodded, and stepped into the campus, as the officer shook her head and locked the gates up again.

It seemed like a stupid lead, but Harley Quinn hadn’t shown her face in a few days - unusual after her nonstop unopposed crime spree of recent. As a PhD herself, she fit in quite well in a college location, and it was entirely possible she was plotting her next move here. Also, Batman had blown his load into a police officer’s big ass and passed out, and GCPD just wanted to get rid of him for a night with how off he was acting.

Batman approached the east wing, cape swaying dramatically with each step. As he grew nearer, he started to hear it. It sure sounded like ordinary revelry. Squeals of fun from young women with bright futures. But he had to be sure.

Grappling up to a large window, Batman peered in. Seeing nothing, he slid it open and jumped inside. This was the girls’ dormitory. Treading softly through the hallways, he approached the sound of the squealing, and put an ear to the door they were coming from.

“Hahah, I got you!”

“No you didn’t! Ahahah!”

Slowly, Batman opened the door to peer inside. What he saw was a group of young college girls in their pajamas, each holding onto a large and soft pillow. It was a pillow fight. Nothing to be concerned about. And passing on noise complaints was not what he put the cowl on for each night.

Still… He let himself stare a while, as the girls yelled and squealed with fun. Some of them wore baggy pajamas, while others wore tight tops with the college logo over the chest, evidently just a bit too small from how it clung to their hot bodies like it was vacuum sealed. Each time one of them swing the pillow, their chests jiggled, free of any bras beneath their tops. Each of the girls was fit, beautiful, and genetically gifted. Batman watched in secret like a creep for several minutes before the slow stiffening of his dick brought a familiar fog over his mind, as his brain recalled its training at the hands of the mad clown Harley Quinn. Horny meant cumming meant knockouts.

“Uuuunnnghh… guh!”

With a moan and a grunt, Batman fell a step forward, accidentally pushing the door forward all the way and making himself known. With a gasp, the action stopped and all heads in the room turned to look at him. The imposing figure of the Batman, standing right in their doorway… a silence fell over the dorm as the girls waiting for Batman to say something. Why was he here?