White Rabbit returns to take Batman for herself.

“There,” White Rabbit applauded from behind him. Her voice sounded closer than it had when she had last spoken, like she was standing at the foot of the bed. It also sounded even more smug. “Isn’t that better?”

Jaina moved her right hand away, but kept her left hand over her own forehead, shielding her eyes. She breathed in sharply, but whatever response she might have wanted to give her sister was destroyed by a broken huff.

“I texted Manuel,” White Rabbit announced. “Your flight will be at ten now.” A slow, soft footstep signaled that she was getting closer. “If you want, I can-”

“Just stop, ” Jaina snapped. She obviously did not want to look at her sister either, no doubt wanting to avoid that look of triumph in her expression.

She didn’t, taking another step closer. She felt… hesitant, but Batman remembered sensing her hand approaching his boot before she actually touched it. Her hand drifted up his limb, resting on his calf. “Well, how about I take him off your hands for a little while?” Her hand retreated slightly back to his boot. “I mean, unless you want him to stay.”

He didn’t remember preferring either choice.

“Just go,” Jaina whimpered. She slowly shifted, letting his still-hard member slip out of her as she turned away from her sister, ignoring how her own juices dripped from him onto her thigh. Her right leg was still wrapped around his hip, but she pulled it in so that it was just her foot still against him. “Just go.” She sounded like she might cry.

Batman remembered wanting to beg for her help, just one last time. She might have done something bad, but there was still a chance for her to do something good. She could tell him to wake up from his trance, or talk White Rabbit out of doing anything else to him, or do something other than let this happen to him.

But she wouldn’t, he remembered lamenting. She had already exposed herself for what she’d been willing to do. What right did she have to stop her sister from doing the same?

White Rabbit’s hand tugged on his heel. “You heard her, Batman,” she whispered. “Let’s go.”

His listless stare caught Jaina still refusing to look at them as he pulled back. His hip rolled off her foot as he slid back, letting her fully pull her legs back into a tuck. At that moment, he might have considered forgiving her.

“Let’s go,” White Rabbit repeated, letting go of his foot as it dropped back toward the floor. Her hand instead found new purchase on his ass, sliding underneath his lowered waistband to find a steady grip. He grunted as her fingers squeezed gently, standing up straight.

“If he,” Jaina **** out, clearly trying to tape her voice together with anger, “is still here when I get up…”

“Let me guess,” the other woman wryly responded. “You’ll eat me?”

Jaina’s fist clenched over her own face, but it quickly relaxed in dejection. She couldn’t argue now, not when she’d lost the physical and moral standing to do so.

“I’ll get him out of here before you wake up,” White Rabbit promised with a hint of amusement. “You just get your rest. You’ve got a few extra hours, now.”

White Rabbit’s hand slid out of his pants, fingertips trailing behind to tease his overly sensitive flesh. She instead found a new hold on his hip, guiding him to turn away from Jaina toward the bedroom door. He might have tried to look over his shoulder at Jaina if he’d been in control of himself at that moment, if at the very least to make sure that she was in fact not following them.

Instead, he remembered not seeing either of the two women as he was slowly pushed back toward the door. Batman remembered leaving the room, erection leading the way with White Rabbit’s hand guiding him out. She unconcernedly closed the door behind them, the minimal slam indicating that Jaina might as well have been closed off from the world now.

“Sorry about that,” White Rabbit muttered, continuing to push on him from behind. “I got all the best parts of her.” She scoffed quietly. “You’ll see.”

Parts of her? That was a strange way to describe a sister. Had she meant that about someone else? Or had he misinterpreted their relationship?

A memory within a memory gnawed at him once again. The place where she’d stolen the device from Riddler, those inverted fingerprints he’d found… they hadn’t been a familial match for Jaina, but some kind of backwards imprint that had resembled her. But he knew it was White Rabbit who had stolen it, so if they weren’t sisters, then how would White Rabbit’s fingerprints partially match the woman with whom she shared an apartment and face? Was she… some kind of genetic clone?

White Rabbit chuckled from behind as they re-entered the living room. “I honestly forgot she was in town today. I’d have just taken you into my office if I- oh, never mind.” Her hand left his back, so his body stopped walking. “You didn’t come here to hear me babble.”

For the first time since entering the apartment, Batman remembered seeing White Rabbit, who circled around in front of him. Yes, she had all the same features as Jaina, but none of the same mannerisms. That seductive strut; those narrowed, knowing eyes… the way she breathed showed off her confidence in herself and her body. It was as if Jaina could take on an entirely different personality when she put on the white wig with those two-foot ears, the colors of those garments lighting up her skin in perpetual gaiety.

“You came here to hear me moan.” She blinked softly, a wide smirk growing across her face. Keeping her gaze on his face, she performed that same booty twirl she did in the elevator, turning around to put her back to him. “How about we go to our own bed, hmm? Now hold me, Batman.”

“Hold you,” he said. His body took a single step forward, putting him close enough to put his arms around her from behind.

She slunk backward into him, letting his arms wrap around her body. She grabbed his wrists to put his hands where she wanted them. Specifically, her bare torso and right hip. It was much like how they had co-waddled down the hall of this building on the ground floor, only more intimate now that his cock was freed.

Taking advantage of that fact, White Rabbit arched her back to press her rear against its head. He groaned softly at the same moment that she released an amused grunt. Wiggling her butt, she maneuvered herself so that his cock was held directly between her globes, blocked entry only by the thin fabric of her underwear.

“Mmmm…” she remarked. Her gloved hand found its way to his cheek, cupping it gently. “Isn’t that nice?” Her ass compressed around his tip, though not with any real pressure with the panties in the way.

White Rabbit tipped her head back, resting the back of her head on his right shoulder. Steadying herself, her grip on his cheek loosened to slide her hand to the nape of his neck, keeping herself upright as she ground against his front. He held still- under **** duress, as he remembered it- with the rabbit ears tickling his chin and the bulbous buttocks massaging his rod. Her swaying against him like this drew him even further to the edge than he had been at the end of his time in Jaina’s bed.

Batman recalled sighing out a shivering exhale. She chuckled, perhaps in response to his uncontrolled noises, whipping her wig back over his shoulder. “I hope you don’t mind,” she quipped, “but I like to take things slow.” Her bottom gave a quick shake in contrast.

Another groan escaped from him, his cock released from between her cheeks and rebounding against them. If he’d been able to offer any kind of retort at that moment, it might have included a promise to have his **** be even slower.

“Come on, then,” the woman urged, tugging forward on his wrist as she took a small step forward. “Let’s go find a different bed for the two of us.”

She wound up tugging him at so perfectly an angle that his dampened rod wound up shoved directly through her underside. The modified rabbit tail soundlessly mushed against his covered torso, though it seemed exceedingly likely that the device was still embedded in it. Two immaculately round corms draped over either side of his cock, with only the sliver of fabric of her underwear preventing him from feeling her fully. Rippling flesh met pulsating flesh, sharing warmth and vibrations with each other.

Purring, White Rabbit pulled him forward, going back to that same hug-walk. Every step brought a fresh swivel, tickling his oversensitive cock in the same pattering patterns. When she turned right to move down a different hall, her ass squeezed around its head to keep him in line. She relaxed her hold when they settled back onto a straight path.

Given how on edge he was, Batman remembered knowing that never would have made it across the same distance. Her bedroom door was much closer than the elevator. It was closed, though, so they couldn’t just cuddle their way through it. White Rabbit slunk out of his arms to get the doorknob.

She grabbed both it and his cock in opposite hands at the same moment. The door elicited a creak as it swung into the room, disguised by his louder gasp at her firm hold. Clicking her tongue, White Rabbit slyly glanced at him over her shoulder. “Didn’t even need a key.”

He groaned as he was drawn into the bedroom by his cock. It wasn’t well lit given the nighttime hour, but the shaded interior appeared much the same as Jaina’s bedroom. A queen-sized mattress protruded from the far wall, though he remembered thinking that there was some embroidery in the fabric that he hadn’t seen in the other bed. The shape of a rabbit’s head with conjoined ears? Or was it just a heart?

Batman didn’t get a chance to examine it much further, as White Rabbit **** him to rotate around her- using his cock as the fulcrum with which to turn him, obviously- to face her with his back to the bed. Even in the dimness, he could still make out her self-satisfied features. There was no evidence of any of the hesitation or desperation the woman in the other bedroom had displayed. White Rabbit obviously wasn’t someone who had starved. At least that was the case for one of them.

The bedroom door had closed at some point, though he remembered not remembering when. Once again, they were alone.

“Tell me you want me,” White Rabbit ordered, thumbing the end of his member.

“Want you,” he returned automatically, voice weighed down so heavily by his absent arousal that he might have let some spittle out. He would have much preferred his voice be laden with hate as he added a few more words about wanting her to pay, he remembered. He also remembered not being sure whether he’d have been able to get all the unspoken words out even if he’d been in control of himself.

“Want you,” Alfred’s and Batgirl’s voices repeated, only audible to him. Mixed together, they sounded even more robotic than before: the opposite of how he sounded.

White Rabbit’s slowly knitted shut, the outlines of her smirk deepening. Obviously, it was the control she loved. The power she held over men must have already been intoxicating before she’d taken Riddler’s device for herself. Her new weapon giving her control over the Batman himself, though… that must have been an even greater feeling.

Her hand let go of his cock, making him involuntarily gasp. Still holding her hand near it, White Rabbit instead put her hand on his waist, gradually trailing it up his batsuit to his chest. She opened her eyes as her fingers found his chest, tracing the edge of the symbol.

“Lay down,” she whispered, strongly pushing against his chest. He flopped backward onto the plushy bed, cowled head coming just short of the pillows as he lay down. One of her legs bumped his. “Eyes on me.”

Batman’s neck craned to allow him to obey her command, staring down his chest to find her turning around, putting her rear to him. In the dark confines of this bedroom, he recalled that he could not fully see her tail. He remembered thinking that it looked still, once again dashing his hopes that the effect would wear off over time.

Below her tail was a sight much more pleasant to view, not that he would have admitted as much. As if it drew all of the light in the room, White Rabbit’s ass stood out over all else. This had been his first good look at it in several minutes and he still remembered being awed by just how perfectly round each half of it was. Parts of the inner rump outside of her thong glistened as she swayed, still dampened by his and Jaina’s fluids.

“Mmmm, that’s right…” White Rabbit susurrated, sinking her bottom toward his erection. She didn’t fully sit down on the bed, opting instead to brace her right knee against the edge of the mattress while standing on the other. This allowed her to hold herself just above the end of his rod with enough balance to remain still as long as she wanted.

Batman remembered feeling the barest of contact between their bodies before she pulled away. Flashing a teasing grin, she graced him with another pass of her right buttock, sliding it along its underside. Again, she swiveled her hips away, enjoying his pained, wordless noises. Her slow, faux belly dancing on her uneven base threatened to overwhelm him.

“Tell me you want me,” she ordered, possibly the hundredth time she’d said it that night since gaining possession of that hypno-wheel. She punctuated her demand with another swivel, this time descending further to caress more of his cock.

“Want you,” he slurred on command. With his chin tucked into his own chest, his voice sounded even lower.

“Want you,” the less distinct voices in the Batcave repeated.

White Rabbit grunted softly, settling backward and pressing down on his cock with more of her ass. “Of course you do,” she commented, running a hand through her white wig. She rocked backward on her knee, gently warping her supple flesh over his with shallow bounces. “Say it again, Batman.”

“Want you,” he complied. He had ****.

“That’s right.” She loosened the pressure, instead dropping her ass lengthwise along his rod, letting his pre-cum coat her right cheek. Her next swivel pressured the midpoint of his cock.

Batman groaned. She alternated her ass’s massaging patterns, treating him to alternating and increasing sensations. She was too skilled, and he was too stricken by her tail to make any conscious efforts to suppress it. He remembered mentally begging for it to end; he didn’t want to pretend.

“Say you want me.” White Rabbit returned to brushing the head of his cock. She had such expert control of her motions.

“Want you.”

“Want you.” Their voices didn’t matter. Not now.

She’d pilloried the stoic man he’d cast himself as when he wore the batsuit. The Dark Knight could never have been reduced to such a helpless mess just by the allure of some exposed skin. Yet, it had happened all the same. That tail sitting just a few inches above the end of his cock- pattern frozen in his past-viewing eyes- had exposed him worse than anyone removing his cowl could have done.

“Say you need me,” White Rabbit demanded.

“Need you,” Batman stated. It was even more true than how he remembered interpreting her commands. He was just like Jaina; he’d starved too. In a way, he recalled being glad that he hadn’t been put in the position where he’d be **** to pretend otherwise because he wasn’t sure he could have pretended before her now.

He remembered barely being able to hear the responses from Alfred and Batgirl over the sound of his own breathing. He remembered seeing White Rabbit exercise such pristine muscle control that her ass could jiggle in precise, up-down movements as she ground it against him. He remembered her mouth parting wider as she stared down at his cock in growing anticipation, sensing its imminent eruption.

“Say it again!” she whispered sharply.

“Need you,” he answered breathlessly.

“Say it louder!” she spoke over the replies in his ear.

“Need you.”

“Yes you do!” White Rabbit lurched her butt backward, pushing it back down without changing its direction.