Nightwing

Black and blue latex clung to a muscled chest, and Lois caught a glimpse of a shaped domino mask under tusseled black hair. His pants were nowhere to be seen, and the pale, bare legs were spread wide, latex gloves spreading his hole for his audience.

The spyhole was only about five feet off the floor, and situated right before a bed shaped roughly like the famous signal, with him poised right on the outthrust tip of the tail. The size of the hole did not allow Lois to get much sense of the room, but she could see the man who was on the bed, his bottom half exposed, knees splayed wide for his audience, his erection pointed toward the ceiling.

Front in center, only a few feet from the edge of the bed, was a cameraman, and beside him in a kind of low stool or seat was a woman in a familiar black suit, mock cat's ears atop the mask, claws at her fingertips. "Action!"

The Nightwing on the bed lifted himself up—and now Lois saw the dildo, red and spiked like that of cat's, which had been mounted on the end of the bed. From her vantage point, Lois couldn't see all of the action...but she heard the soft noise he made as the tip slid in. Watched the buttocks flex as he began to raise and lower himself on the scarlet cat dildo, going a little deeper each time. It hurt Lois to even think about the little spikes on that, how they would scratch and catch in his colon...but he was sweating, moaning, hips shifting faster and faster as he moved up and down on the thing.

Lois tore her gaze away and focused on the director.

Catwoman was entranced. Consumed, obsessed. She didn't look away, not even for a moment...and she was riding whatever she was sitting on, the reporter noticed. The slim black hips gyrated against something, and Lois noticed that a zipper had been opened at her crotch, so that her bare pussy ground against whatever it was...

"It's a sybian" Maria whispered in her ear. "The guy on the bed, he's the client. Some low-level rogue's gallery type from Gotham. This is his fantasy. To be made to do these things by her. For her to watch him do it, and get off... He's going to bottom out on that thing, never stroke once, and try to get off that way. If he can't, she's gonna come over and suck him off. That's in the script. Except he likes to vary it a little, and she knows how to improvise. He likes to be surprised, sometimes, but he also wants to see her get off on him getting off..."

Lois felt herself huff, then pulled her eye away from the spyhole. "Let's keep going," she whispered.