The Batman vs some college sorority chicks

“Hm.” Batman grunted, standing intimidatingly in the doorway and observing the girls. Inside, he was panicking. They were all looking at him.

Batman’s head was pounding as his manipulated brain got sleepier and sleepier at the sight of barely covered tits. He desperately tried to think of an excuse for being there now that he’d been discovered. Unfortunately, in the heat of the moment, with his hard cock and his sleepy head, he could only come up with one thing.

“You… You need to keep it down. Your neighbors are… Being disturbed.” Batman tried to keep a serious, threatening tone as he passed on the noise complaint he was called in for.

The room was silent for a few seconds, as the girls all gawked and stared at the famous superhero standing in their doorway. Batman stared back, awkwardly waiting for acknowledgement of his instruction. At first nobody knew what to do. But then a sporty girl with green eyes made the first move.

“Screw you!” she called out, and threw a pillow at him.

Batman winced as the pillow softly hit his jaw and fell harmlessly to the floor, closing his eyes and bringing up his arms defensively. Even something so gentle touching his chin put butterflies in his stomach, and strangely, he fully expected to be knocked out from it. When he realized he was still conscious and he opened his eyes again, he saw that three of the college girls were rushing him.

“No-!” he started, as they grabbed his muscular arm and pulled him into the room, the door shutting behind him. This was bad. Really bad.

The genetically gifted college girls laughed as they watched the great Batman panic and fumble around in his utility belt. The frantic crimefighter managed to take out a smoke pellet, but before he could throw it onto the floor, one of the girls wrestled it out of his gloved hand faster than he could react.

“No!” Batman repeated, reaching out to her desperately with both arms. “Give that back!”

His attempts at recovery were interrupted when the girl snapped up her leg. Her foot flew right up the middle of him, as if using his outstretched arms as guiding lines, before smashing her soft foot right into the underside of his chin, knocking him backwards and making her loose tits bounce around under her pajama top. A collective giggle spread through the room at the funny sight.

“Ooh, right in the jaw!” one of the girls remarked.

The rowdy college girls were excited, now - even those who had been timid to start with were growing confident, and eager to join in. Somehow, they were winning. Batman had completely lost control of the situation, and they all wanted to be a part of it before he could gain the upper hand.

The girls rushed in, squealing and laughing with delight as they continued their pillow fight with the caped crusader now acting as the sole target. Soft pillows battered him left to right as he tried to recover from that brain-rattling high kick, but he couldn’t recover fast enough. He was completely at their mercy.

“Hahaha, what’s wrong Batman? You’re looking a little woozy…”

Batman continued stumbling back across the dorm room, bumping into tables and knocking over chairs as the girls put on the pressure. A few started mixing in their best attempts at punches between the pillow strikes, neither of which he was able to defend against at all. Seeing this only encouraged the girls to excitedly rush him with more punches to rattle his almost-recovered brain and turn him sleepy.

“Oh my god, we’re beating him! He’s gonna get knocked out!”

At last, Batman took a shot that was just too much. The hero, ruined by Harley Quinn, collapsed to the floor on his side as one particularly forceful pillow swing hit him in the side of the head.

“Ungh!” Batman grunted as his shoulder made contact with the floor. He wasn’t out yet, but he was fucking close, and all the recent brain recovery he’d had was completely undone in mere seconds. These young girls had no idea that in their pursuit of excitement and fun, they were furthering the hard work of destroying the Batman’s mind carried out by the city’s resident mad clown villainess, who would surely be laughing her head off at the sight of Batman being dommed and knocked down like this. How far he’d fallen, all thanks to her and her sexy body…~

“He got his fucking ass handed to him by a bunch of schoolgirls!” someone shouted as Batman landed on the floor. He groaned, and tried to push back up, but failed, falling to his side once more.

The green-eyed sporty girl from before stepped forward, holding back a smile, and squatted down next to him. Her eyes were bright and energetic as she looked him over, as if assessing the damage. Batman raised his head weakly, looking up at her youthful face with pleading eyes. The girl shook her head and chuckled, before returning his eye contact with an evil look.

“Nighty night, Batman!” she said.

The girl kissed her fist, then slowly reached forward and touched his forehead with it. Batman’s eyes rolled up in his head, almost as if to look up at the fist held against his forehead, as his brain began to shut down in preparation for what was about to happen.

“Uhhhh…” he let out a soft, weak moan.

“Later, loser,” the girl smirked, before pulling her fist back and landing a hard sledgehammer strike to the side of his head. WHACK! In an instant, the Batman went totally slack and flopped limply onto the dorm room floor. Knocked out cold by a couple of sporty college girls.

The green-eyed girl reached forward and her soft hand caressed his jaw, tilting his face up to see his slumbering expression and glazed-over eyes. There was nothing left behind them anymore. No intelligence, no consciousness.

“Awww… he’s passed right out, poor darling.”

The other girls just watched in awe as their friend, who they knew as Stacy, squatted beside a famous superhero that she’d just totally cold-cocked.

Without another word Stacy, the girl that KO’d him, lifted his head to place it on top of the pillow that had dropped him. Sliding it under his temple, she let his head rest on it, sensually stroking his cheek. She clicked her tongue.

“Damn… defeated.”

Batman was out cold. Limp as a wet noodle. He had just got knocked out in a pillow fight.

There was a silence as the whole room stared. Stacy caressed his cheek, half mockingly, half maternally. Batman didn’t move a muscle. He couldn’t.

Finally, the other college girls broken the silence with a wave of cheers, awestruck at what they’d just seen.

“Oh my god Stacy! You just knocked out Batman!”

“You beat him! You really beat him! He just lost a fight to you!”

“We’ve gotta tell someone! This is, like, big news! You fucking knocked him out!”

“Haha, isn’t he on the Justice League? Holy shit, I’ve gotta get a pic of this - you really just knocked him out, holy shit! He’s really out!”

“Calm down.” Stacy said, getting back up to her feet and dusting off her hands on her pajama pants. “There’s no way this isn’t just one of the boys thinking he was being funny. Turns out he had a glass jaw too. Little bitch barely put up a fight.”

The mood deflated immediately as the girls realized Stacy was probably right.

“Think about it - if Batman could get knocked out this fast, how come it hasn’t happened a hundred times already? If criminals could keep leaving him knocked out on rooftops, or in banks, the news would have picked it up ages ago. We would have video footage of each spot he got his bell rung, photos of him lying on the floor in defeat, stories of him getting toyed with and slept over and over. Catwoman would have probably knocked him out all over the city and left him to be found, just for the sport of it. I bet she’d get off to that, she seems like the dominant type.”

Stacy had no idea how right she was.

“This is probably just Marc or somebody in a costume. I always thought Marc looked like he’d be a bit chinny, even with all the muscle. But I never thought /I/ would knock him out. What a loser.”

Stacy kicked Batman in the side to emphasise her point that he was, indeed, fast asleep. He shifted, but didn’t react. He was well and truly out cold. There was even a bit of drool coming out from his mouth. Pathetic.

“Come on. Let’s take this wimp’s mask off,” Stacy said, which brought the room’s mood back up as the girls eagerly gathered around, excited to see which one of the boys they’d just collectively knocked out.

Stacy tried to pull the mask from his face, while the other girls formed a circle, gathered around the fallen dark knight with excited smiles ready to see his real face. Stacy was having trouble with getting the mask off, however. No matter what she tried, she just couldn’t get it off.

“Damn, it’s on there really tight!” she said. She had her fingers under Batman’s cowl and her foot on his chest, right on top of the bat symbol, pulling his head up as she tried to pry the sleeping Justice Leaguer’s mask off.

“Fuck!” she yelled, letting go in frustration. Batman’s limp head fell backwards hard as her fingers came away from it, banging against the ground with an audible SMACK!

Stacy looked down his body in shock as she noticed something. His soft cock was starting to rise back to attention in his pants as his dick reacted to the brain impact in just the way it had been trained to. Stacy smirked, lifting her foot to poke the semi-chub through his costume with her toe, slowly coaxing it to maximum stiffness as she poked and stroked it thoughtfully.

“Girls… Go find Kate. I think she’ll be able to handle this one.” Stacy said at last.