Epilogue: Bat Breeder IV: Live Free & Breed Hard

"Bruce, I have to tell you something..."

Spoiler balled her hands into fists, heart thundering. It had been four weeks since the "training" incident. She'd missed her period, and been gaining weight. Only five pounds, but with all the exercise she did fighting crime, watching her diet...she had taken a test, just to be sure. But now that she knew...she had to tell him. If she tried to hide it, that would just be worse than looking him straight in the face and telling him...

"You're pregnant," he said. Tone flat. The last word seemed to echo throughout the cave, and her jaw dropped. How did he know?

"You're not the only one," he pressed a button on the Bat-computer, and images popped up on the gigantic screen.

Her jaw couldn't get any lower as she saw the distinctive belly on Batgirl. Batwoman in civilian dress, the shirt a little too snug about the middle. A pregnancy test in a bathroom in Wayne Mansion.

"Batgirl, estimated 16 weeks along. Batwoman, 10 weeks—they're moving up the wedding. Black Bat tested positive yesterday. Estimated four weeks."

"I took a test today." Stephanie heard her own voice say, small and faint.

"It was in Metropolis," he said, turning to stare at her. "The club with the pregnancy fetish."

"I...yes," she said, too dazed at the revelations to be surprised anymore.

"Tell me everything that happened," he said.

So she did. First falteringly, and then with more confidence, remembering the memory exercises he himself had taught her, recovering details she hadn't realized she'd noticed at the time. He said almost nothing, that great mind absorbing every iota of information.

She blushed when it came to the sex. Yet she was into it then, sparing no detail, face flushing as she recalled how she had been turned out six times that night, until her pussy was a soppy, spunk-filled mess. Barbara and Kathy had both helped clean them up, talk them through it. And that had been it, they said. A rite of passage, a little secret among the women of the Bat-family...

When she was done, Spoiler felt a familiar dampness in her pussy, and was glad her costume hid her erect nipples. She'd barely been able to bring herself to touch her pussy after that night, and now...Stephanie swallowed, expecting the worst. What would Bruce do?

Batman pulled the cowl up over his head and fixed it in place.

"I'm going to make a call. Then we're leaving." He announced in a tone that brooked no argument.

"Where?" She asked.

"The scene of the crime. Metropolis," he paused. "To interview the victim."

Spoiler led Batman the same route that she herself had taken, when it had been just her and Cassie, Barbara, and Kathy. Waiting outside the door was a woman in club wear—about Batman's age, though with the hair and makeup she looked about a decade younger. A black skirt just this side of indecent, a jacket that Stephanie herself wouldn't mind owning. Heels that showed off her calves, but the wide-angled stance seemed off somehow—more masculine than the rest of the outfit.

"Batman," she said, then raised an eyebrow at Steph.

"Spoiler," the Dark Knight said. "This is Lois Lane, the best reporter at the Daily Planet."

"Charmed, I'm sure," Lois said, voice strained. "You told me you had information on my investigation into the club upstairs."

"I do. Some of my associates have been running a parallel investigation. I think we might benefit by comparing notes."

"Fine by me. So why here?" She asked.

Batman brought out a strip of black silk. Something that Spoiler had only ever seen him use to blindfold criminals.

"I need you to trust me on that. Put this on."

The reporter hesitated, her jaw working, agitation evident and not even trying to hide it. Stephanie realized that she must want this information very badly when she took the blindfold and slipped it on, tying it around the back of her head.

"Over five months," she said. "This better be worth it, Batman."

He took her by the arm and led her into the room. It was just the same as when Spoiler had seen it last, four weeks ago. Right down to the dried cumstains on the floor.

Batman led Lois to the stocks. "There's a restraint device here. I need you in it."

She didn't say 'no,' though Spoiler could see she desperately wanted to. Instead she asked: "Why?"

"I suspect your mind has been tampered with. That's why you haven't been able to make any headway into your investigation. You've been experiencing episodes of lost time, haven't you?"

Lois Lane nodded once, mutely.

"The episodes send you into a pre-programmed state. One in which you can be dangerous to yourself and others. They're activated by a visual trigger. That's why I gave you the blindfold. When the state ends, I suspect you undergo retrograde amnesia—no memory of your time in that state."

"So you want to trigger the state deliberately," she said.

"Under controlled conditions. In the restraints, you won't be able to hurt yourself or others. If I'm wrong, I'll release you immediately."

Lois took a deep breath. "Alright Bats. Let's do it."

Spoiler hung back as he guided her into the stocks. The snap of the lock as the plastic board came down around her neck and wrists brought back a surge of deja vu. He spoke too her softly as he applied the bar to her ankles, forcing her legs to spread.

Last, but not least, he untied the blindfold.

Lois Lane opened her eyes...and went insane. Stephanie stared in fascination as the face went totally blank, and she began to struggle against her bonds.

"I don't understand," Spoiler said. "What does she have to do with it?"

"Everything." Batman said. "Look between her legs."

The blonde twisted her head...and saw the reporter's skirt tenting out with a large and obvious erection. Her blood ran cold for a moment.

"You mean she's..."

"The father of your child. And Batgirl's, Batwoman's, Black Bat's...and many more, unless I miss my guess. There's been a spike in maternity rates at both her workplace and the club above. Your story just about confirmed it...but I had to be sure."

He knelt near Lois Lane, his face not far from her face. "Lois? Can you hear me?"

"Pussy," the reporter grunted distractedly, hips fucking the air. "Smell pussy. Need fuck...breed..."

Batman frowned. "I was afraid of that. I was hoping if I engaged her in this state, we could work through the memory block, but the sexual imprinting is too strong. I don't think I can reach her unless..."

"On it," Steph breathed, crawling under the restrained reporter. She opened her mouth, took a deep breath...and inhaled the cock, feeling the swollen head stab at the back of her throat. The young woman almost gagged, but wrapped her lips around the shaft and sucked gently, moving her head to keep the head from hitting her uvula. Bound as the dickgirl was, she didn't have the range of movement to **** her cock down the heroine's throat.

"That's not what I meant," Batman's voice was a mixture of irritation and approval. "But it might work. Lois? Can you understand me?"

Spoiler wrapped her hands around the shaft, amazed at its length and girth. Amazed that she had this thing in her. Yet here she was, sucking it off, tongue swirling around the fat head, tasting the salty precum...

I could get used to this, she thought, bobbing her head softly as Batman and Lois talked. I wonder if Tim would like it.

The idea of Robin sent a flutter through Spoiler's stomach. She hadn't told him about the pregnancy yet—and had no idea how he would take it. A part of her wished that she had never gone through with the training...or had gone "all the way" with him sooner. It would be so much better if she was pregnant for him instead of this random reporter she'd just met tonight.

"...focus on the word," Batman said, voice clear and controlled. "Think back. Try to remember. Where have you seen it before? When was the first time?"

The story came out, much as Stephanie's own had. Spoiler listened as best she could, over the wet schlup-schlup of her lips on the shaft. The beginning of the investigation. Transformation and indoctrination. Those first few impregnations—somehow it was hard for Stephanie to think of them as anything short of that—the encounter with Batgirl in the hole upstairs.

By the time they got around to the "training event," Spoiler was dripping inside her pants, and was rubbing her pussy from outside her suit, hoping Bruce wouldn't notice. She was also trying to take more of the cock in her mouth. Her forehead brushed against the reporter's stomach, mouth tight around that fat shaft...and then she felt it tremble and swell, and a salty flood filled her mouth.

For a moment she couldn't breathe. Tried to cough, and felt gooey streams snort out of her mouth, sperm in her sinuses. A gentle tap on her shoulder.

"That's enough."

Spoiler stumbled out from beneath Lois Lane. The cock was still swollen, but drooping. Instinctively she was snorting and swallowing, unable to smell anything except jizz. Batman was undoing the restraints. Stephanie tried to protest, but all that came out was a gauzy cum-bubble. She coughed, swallowed, and coughed again.

"It's okay," Batman said. "We've broken through the memory blocks. These kind of psychological constructs don't last once you can perceive the missing pieces. Lois remembers everything now."

"Enough, at least," the reporter said as she staggered away from the ankle-bar and rubbed her wrists. The older woman turned to Spoiler.

"Thank you. And..." Lois looked flustered. "I'm sorry. I didn't...when I get triggered...I lose control."

Stephanie found her voice. "It's okay."

Surprisingly, she found she meant it. She put a hand on her stomach.

"I mean, I wasn't going to get pregnant but...I'm not angry about it. I think I'm going to keep it." The young heroine blushed.

"So...now what?" Lois Lane said.

"We need to break whatever conditioning Batgirl and Batwoman have suffered. Roll up Lex Luthor's operation."

"You're sure it's Luthor?" The reporter asked.

"I've been approaching the investigation from a different angle. In the reported pregnancies so far, the number of multiples is normal, but the rate of miscarriages is statistically low—and all of the women have suddenly been beneficiaries of pre-natal care packages from LexCorp. Generous changes to health insurance, contests for free maternity supplies—many of your female coworkers are beneficiaries as well."

Lois swallowed. "How many?"

Batman was silent for a moment, as though calculating. "At least 89. We'd need genetic testing to confirm."

"Damn you, Luthor!" Lois hissed, shaking her head. "What about me?"

"You're the victim in all this. I believe that Batgirl and Batwoman responded to the indoctrination to 'spread the word' differently than most. They focused on having you impregnate members of...my family." He walked over to Stephanie and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I believe they were planning on extending our legacy to the next generation."

The reporter smoothed her skirt over her now-soft cock.

"That...might not be a bad idea," Spoiler offered, feeling like the kid talking at the grown-up's table. Yet she had both of their attentions.

"I mean, it was terrible that you were manipulated into doing that, but now that we know about your...superpower," Stephanie blushed. "Why don't we offer your services to the Justice League?"