Selina knelt in front of Bruce.

"Work with me, Bruce!" Selina exclaimed after she tried to lead her off-and-on lover by the hand to the bed but he stood steadfast against her attempts.

Bruce stared coldly at his former wife, who sat patiently on the bed and poured herself a glass of wine. He focused on Talia while concentrating to decrease the involuntary blood flow to his crotch as Selina, kneeling in front of him, licked his limp penis like a kitten would with a bowl of milk.

"Sorry, Bruce," Selina apologized, stopping long enough to look up and give him a mischievous smile. "I just want to get this over with." She stroked his shaft with one hand while she cupped his balls with the other.

Bruce knew she was enjoying tormenting him, like every single liaison as their costumed alter egos. He was not going to let either women get the best of him.

"My hand is getting tired," Selina complained, switching to her other hand to rub his still soft cock.

But despite his best efforts, Bruce was still a mortal man and his body could not deny the pleasurable sensation of a hand job by a beautiful woman kneeling at his feet. "Dammit," he growled when his cock twitched.

Selina cheered at her work and stroked his shaft even harder and faster. Bruce groaned and gave in into inevitable, allowing the floodgates open and let the blood rush into his cock. "So can I go home now?" Selina turned to Talia, with Bruce's growing erection in her hands.

"No," Talia replied flatly, sipping her wine. "I want you to prove Batman's stamina."

"So you want me to suck him off?"

"Or fuck him." Talia shrugged, taking another sip, apparently not fazed to share her on-and-off lover with another woman.

"Seriously?!" Selina exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at Talia.

The mistress of assassins nodded and walked over to the armchair facing the bed. She sat down, crossed her long legs, and raised her glass of wine. "You may commence."