Sneak in through the back

"How do we even know he's here?" you ask, gesturing to the darkened house. Batgirl pulls a device out of her belt.

"I can scout things out with my night vision," she says, switching it on and holding it up to her eyes. "I'll let you know if I-"

A light turns on inside the house. You begin to chuckle as Batgirl sheepishly puts her goggles away.

"Well, we know he's home," Batgirl mutters to herself.

"And he clearly doesn't care about hiding," you say, rubbing Batgirl's ass for moral support and to rub her ass.

"Thanks," she says, quickly regaining her composure. "We'll need to go in through the back. If he's got my costume in there we can't risk him destroying it if he's found out." She stands up and begins to quietly make her way around to the back of the house. You follow her behind her bouncing ass.

Reaching the back door, Batgirl kneels down and pulls a lockpicking set from her belt. "Give me a hand here, I need to focus," she says, inserting the tools into the lock. You crouch behind her and snake your arms around to her front, one hand grabbing her breast and the other sliding across her pussy. She shivers at your touch, but begins working the lock earnestly. You insert your fingers into her vagina, and suddenly she stops.

"What's wrong?" you ask, not bothering to stop fingering her.

"It's already unlocked," she says awkwardly. She stands up and you follow behind, your fingers still massaging the folds of her pussy. "Hey, I appreciate the support, but we need to keep quiet in here," Batgirl says, motioning to her crotch. You reluctantly pull your hand away, wiping her juices off on her stomach as you go.

The two of you make your way inside, carefully closing the door behind you. The house is quiet and has a musty stench to it, like someone hasn't dusted in years. Batgirl notes the aged furnishings about the house, clearly he has lived here for quite some time. You note the way her nipples stand up in the surprisingly cold house. You make your way into an adjacent room and find what can only be described as a shrine. Pictures of superheroines line the walls, particularly the scantily clad variety. You see Zatanna and her tailcoat covered ass, Supergirl and her miniskirt, Hawkgirl and her busty armor, the list goes on. Right in the center of it all is Batgirl's costume up on a mannequin, displayed for no one to see. And who do you see over in the corner? None other than your friendly neighborhood Charles.

Batgirl follows you into the room and lets out a yelp of surprise. She knew he was a pervert but couldn't have expected this. Alerted, Charles bolts over to the costume and pulls out a knife, holding it up to the nearest seam. "Get back! Both of you!" he shouts, never moving the knife from the mannequin's side. "I swear, I'll tear it up! If I can't have it, no one can!"

"Alright, calm down," you say, rolling your eyes. "No one needs to get... torn." You sigh at the situation and look back at Batgirl. She is cautiously watching the knife for any sudden movements. "Let's just talk this out and come to an agreement," you say wanting nothing more than to just leave. "You have something we want, perhaps we could give you something in return?"

Charles eases up slightly and looks the two of you over. He eyes you up and and and quickly shifts his gaze over to Batgirl's nude form. His eyes linger on her perky breasts and trail slowly down to her still glistening vagina. You see his face grow red and sweat start to break out on his balding head. He begins to stutter "Sh- she c- I w- ju- su- suck."

Your annoyance finally outweighs your patience and you focus on him, "Stop stuttering and say what you want."

His eyes regain focus and he opens his mouth, "I want... her to... suck me."

Batgirl scoffs and turns to you, "Absolutely not. Can I just kick his ass so we can get out of here already?"