Spider-Girl and Batgirl in: Mad Hatter's Murderland

Barbara Gordon's eyes fluttered open, a smile on her face as she felt a very pleasurable sensation between her thighs. Her girlfriend, Mary Jane Watson, had settled herself down there, and had snaked her tongue into Barbara's sex, gleefully lashing away. Letting out a soft moan of approval, Barbara moved her hands down her body and began lovingly stroking MJ's hair with one while holding her head in place with the other.

It had been a common occurence for MJ to wake up Barbara in this fashion, especially since the two had moved in together; the two had a great sex life, but beyond that, the couple had gotten very serious, serious enough that Barbara had planned on proposing soon. In the past few weeks, Barbara had had her hands full trying to take down the Goblin Clown, and after her victory, all she wanted to do was spend time with MJ; before that, though, she had planned on taking a short trip to Gotham City to visit her father, GCPD Police Commissioner Jim Gordon.

Barbara's climax hit hard, and she let out a loud orgasmic moan, her hands on the back of MJ's head, pushing her lover's tongue deeper into her eager pussy. MJ happily obliged, enjoying the taste of Barbara's juices as they hit her waiting tongue. Slowly, MJ withdrew, kissing her way up MJ's body, as Barbara's hands ran across MJ's back before they settled just above her lovely butt. MJ brought her lips to Barbara's and they kissed deeply, Barbara tasting MJ's handiwork on her tongue as it swirled around MJ's mouth.

"Morning, babe," MJ whispered, beaming.

"Hmmmm. Morning," Barbara grinned back. "I do love it when you wake me up that way."

"After everything you went through with the Goblin Clown, you've earned it and then some," MJ answered. "It sucks that I can't come to Gotham with you."

"We should take a trip when I get back," Barbara suggested. "Just the two of us. To the Caribbean or something."

"That sounds perfect, Babs. I can't miss these next couple of photoshoots, but I'll clear my schedule after that."

"Great! I'll start looking at places later," Barbara smiled, pulling in MJ for another kiss. "Right now, though, I'm pretty sure I owe you an orgasm," she said, sinking down until her head was between MJ's thighs.

Gotham City, several days later

Barbara's trip to Gotham had been pleasant, if uneventful. She'd missed MJ, but she'd had a good time catching up with her father, who'd had some downtime as of late. That usually didn't last in a city like Gotham, so both Jim and Barbara were quite happy to spend the time together. Jim was delighted to hear about Barbara's plans to propose to MJ -- he'd always liked her. Jim Gordon was often very protective of his daughter, but he saw how happy MJ made her, and how much she loved her, and couldn't help but approve.

Late one night, Barbara felt the need to get out of her dad's apartment, so she decided to take a swing through Gotham, as she had done many times in her previous visits to her old hometown. She wondered who she might run into -- she did have a tendency to run into the Batclaw family when she was there.

As she swung through the city, she was struck by what felt like a needle piercing her skin. Barbara quickly landed on a rooftop and pulled the object from her arm. Just as she'd thought -- it was a tranquilizer dart. It wouldn't be long before it took effect.

Barbara looked to find any sort of cover -- any sort of vantage point to look for the shooter -- but the shooter promptly showed up on the rooftop and revealed himself to be Floyd Masters, better known in the criminal underworld as Mastershot.

"Impressive. Most people would be completely out of it by now."

"Uuuunnnngh... Mastershot... what do you want...?" Barbara stammered, her vision beginning to blur.

"Being paid a whole lot of money to bring you in to my client. That's all you gotta know."

"You'll have to... to catch me first..." Barbara said, clumsily leaping off of the rooftop, making an awkward but successful landing in the alley below. In a haze, she made her way through the alleys -- usually in a case like this, she'd be able to web-sling her way out of trouble, but right now she was in no condition to take to the air. Before long, she'd found a spot to hide, sent an emergency text to MJ, and passed out.

Unfortunately for her, Mastershot was the first person to find her. He picked her up and slung her over his shoulder's in a fireman's carry. "You put up a hell of a fight, Spider-Lady. I've never seen anyone make it that far under these ****. I almost feel bad bringing you in like this, but a job's a job."

"Oh yeah... that's right," Gwen Stacy purred, feeling Kitty Pryde's hand teasing her folds, as well as her girlfriend's lips on her neck. Things had been quiet in Bludhaven lately, where Kitty usually patrolled as the vigilante Nightcat, so she decided to visit Gwen in Gotham. Indeed, Gwen was overjoyed to see her girlfriend, and for the past few days, they'd spent most of their time together in Gwen's bed, enjoying some pretty fantastic sex. Right now, the two were in the shower, passing the time in the best way they knew how before Kitty headed back to Bludhaven.

Gwen couldn't contain her moaning as Kitty circled her thumb around the Batgirl's swolled clit -- Kitty had always known how to tease her. The brunette always loved listening to Gwen's pleasured moans and wails, which never failed to motivate her. Her skilled index and middle fingers soon made their way past Gwen's opening, and she began pumping them back and forth, all the while driving Gwen mad with desire as she kissed her way across the blonde's clavicle and neck.

It wasn't long before Kitty's pumping fingers were rewarded with the result they were seeking as they slipped back and forth inside Gwen, who let out a loud orgasmic "uuuuuuuunnnnnhhhhh..." as she gushed over Kitty's pumping digits. Satisfied with her handiwork, Kitty withdrew her fingers from Gwen's sex and sucked on them -- as she removed her fingers from her mouth, it was quickly and unexpectedly replaced with Gwen's tongue as the blonde caught her off guard with a lustful kiss.

"I do love it when you visit," Gwen grinned, staring deep into Kitty's eyes. "It sucks that you have to leave today..."

"I know, babe. I wish I could stay... or that you'd move in with me in Bludhaven."

"You know I'd love to move in with you, Kitty. It's just... what about Kori? Do I have to share you with her?"

"Please, Gwen, don't make me choose--"

"--You're going to have to at some point, though, aren't you? I mean, neither of us are just casual flings to you, I know that much..."

"...No, you're right. I love you both, I really do. But what if -- and hear me out here -- the three of us start a poly relationship?" asked Gwen. "You know Kori, and I know you like her. You think she's attractive, don't you?"

"Yeah, I do," Gwen admitted. "Actually, 'attractive' might be an understatement -- she's drop dead gorgeous."

"And you gotta admit, the three of us together in bed sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

Gwen nodded -- everything Kitty was saying made sense. Kitty's other girlfriend was gorgeous, and despite them both dating the same person, Gwen genuinely liked Kori, and could easily see herself dating her.

"Maybe... I'll have to think about it."

It had been an uneventful patrol for Batgirl that night. As she stared out over Gotham, she'd thought about the rumblings she'd heard about Spider-Girl being seen swinging through the city -- sightings of her happened every so often, much to the chagrin of Batclaw, who was never fond of heroes that weren't part of the Bat-family in Gotham City. Sure, he'd tolerate their presence, and he had no problem working as part of a team as evidenced by his membership in the Avengers League, but this was his city.

Batgirl, on the other hand, didn't have any problem with it. In fact, Gwen quite liked Barbara, and really enjoyed working with her; most recently, the pair had worked to help take down the Goblin Clown in New York alongside Batclaw and Spider-Beetle, among others.

Scanning the Gotham skyline, Gwen saw the familiar light of the Bat-signal; with Wayne Logan out of town on AL business, it fell to her to see what Commissioner Gordon wanted. When she arrived at the GCPD rooftop, she saw no sign of Gordon, instead hearing an obnoxious voice that she'd never heard before; still, with the stories she'd heard from both Wayne & Kitty, she instantly knew who it was.

"Bat-Lady! You have awful timing, you know that? I ordered a pizza, like, twenty minutes ago and it should be arriving any moment..."

"Wade Slade, also known as Deathpool, the world's deadliest assassin. I've heard about you," said Gwen as she adopted a fighting stance. "Mostly that you never shut up."

"You've done your homework! I guess I shouldn't have expected any less from a protege of professor Emo McStabby, though. Anyway, standard boilerplate disclaimer: this isn't personal. Well, except for the fact that I hate your little girlfriend Nightcat. And I'm not very fond of your mentor, either. Did you know he and I go waaaaaay back? Ever hear of the Weapon X program? We were both part of it. It actually started as a club for yodeling enthusiasts, but Wayne got hammered one night at a party that got really out of hand, and one thing led to another..."

Good lord, he's more annoying than I could have imagined, Gwen thought to herself as she parried Slade's sword strikes. She knew that she was outmatched in hand-to-hand combat by the mercenary -- she knew she'd have to defeat him by other means -- she knew it wouldn't be easy -- but she'd never expected him to be so damned obnoxious.

"...and that's how I got my healing factor. What's really weird, though, is that my eye won't grow back -- the rest of my body can regenerate, but my eye? Completely gone -- explain that. Maybe it's because your boss Hairy Crankypants took it out *before* I underwent the whole experimental procedure deal, but it still leaves a lot of questions, you know?"

It was actually a pretty sound strategy, Gwen thought to herself. Throw your opponent off their game by distracting them with non-stop bullshit. it was likely that it had been a very effective game plan for Deathpool in the past. Nevertheless, Gwen remained focused as she defended herself against Wade's onslaught, looking for moments to counterattack, and eventually, retreat to the shadows, where she'd have the advantage.

"...And then there was the time I took out the CEO of that corrupt investment firm. He was a real dick, everybody hated him... but his estate was so cool. The guy had a private zoo! PRIVATE! ZOO! I was supposed to sneak in, but I got busted because I saw a giraffe, and what kind of person sees a giraffe and doesn't get the urge to ride it? Boring nerds that just plain hate fun, that's who. So here I am, sitting on this giraffe's back, having the best time, when, like, 20 guards show up, pointing their guns at me. I'm not sure how many rent-a-cops I tore through that night, but the guy must have spent like half his fortune on security alone -- paranoid much? I mean, yeah, in the end a bunch of people did hire a hitman to take him out, but think of all the things he could have spend that money on! Like... a second private zoo!"

Gwen had to admit to herself that Deathpool's ability to rant incoherently while fighting so skillfully was an impressive feat. When she saw an opening, she pulled out her grapple gun and attempted to flee to higher ground, but in that moment Slade's reflexes were just a little faster and he incapacitated her with the stun baton he'd had holstered.

Deathpool cheered loudly and started doing an obnoxious victory dance over Gwen's **** body. "Damn that was fun! I gotta say, there were times I thought you'd actually get away. I'd love a round two sometime, but I gotta haul you in for my client. To be fair, though, he's a major weenie and kind of a dumbass, so I'm sure I'll see you again. Before I do anything, though, I wanna take a selfie and send it to your girlfriend -- she'll love this!"