The Hookup

"Oh my god, Bruce..." Alex moaned, biting his lip.

Bruce Wayne was balls deep in the femboy, his arms around the pink-haired twenty-something's "child-bearing" hips. He was hunched over the younger, far more slender male, giving him everything he had.

"So fucking big... Bruce... Bruce I'm gonna." Alex howled, sweat slicking his hair to the forehead as his dicklet sprayed a frantic load onto Bruce's duvet.

"Good boy... good boy..." Bruce said, appreciatively stroking Alex's ass as he neared his limit himself, the femboy's tight ass squeezing his oversized manhood in a way he'd never experienced until tonight.

"Breed me Bruce, breed my fucking bussy!" Alex moaned, fucking back at him, lost in the sheer desperation of it all.

And Bruce did. He came, blasting a truly sizeable load, potent cum sprayed where it would never take root.

Sated, Bruce let Alex slump to the bed.

"Holy shit... Ho-lee SHIT!" Alex exclaimed, his mind blown. "That was... that was..."

"Yeah." the dark-haired man agreed, slumping onto his back beside the twink he had just coupled with.

"You know you're secret's safe with me, right? I won't tell Frankie, Vinny, any of the guys at the club, y'know?" Alex assured him, tenderly tracing a finger on the bigger man's chest.

"I know. You're a good person." Bruce told him.

"Well not too good." Alex said, reaching over to grab his vape. "I still tend bar at one of the most mobbed up nightclubs in East Gotham. I swear Bruce, the stuff I see there, the stuff I turn a blind eye to..."

"If you ever need to talk about it, I'm here." Bruce said, as Alex took a long hit on his pen.

"You're so sweet..." Alex beamed, exhaling a cloud of sickly smelling vapor. "I must be the luckiest femboy in Jersey." he said, leaning over to kiss Bruce.

Bruce reciprocated, the two of them just making out for a moment or two. Bruce reached down, put his hand on his hookup's ass.

"Fuck," Alex groaned. "I wanna do this forever..."

"Well it's not like I have anywhere I need to be." Bruce grinned. "Not until 9am, anyway."

"Wowww, I do not know how you working stiffs handle getting up that early." Alex laughs. "Say what you want about Vito's, I haven't got up for 9, since before college!"

"Tell me about what's going on at the club, feels like you need to get something off your chest..." Bruce insisted, his tone full of sympathy.

"I really shouldn't..." the femboy said hesitantly.

"You'll feel better, even just sharing it with another person..." Bruce told him.

"Okay." Alex said, taking one last hit on his vape. "So late on Saturday nights, some of Vinny's friends come in, and-"

Bruce leaned in, listening intently.

-

Saturday night

The mobsters had created a makeshift stash house in the dilapidated garage out back of Vinny's club. They had money, tens of thousands of dollars at any one time, some would go into their pockets, some would go up the ladder, to Vinny's capo, and his capo, all the way up the ladder until it reached Carmine Falcone himself.

And they had product. Keys of pure heroin they were packing, by the light of one last flickering bulb, into wheels, to go around to dealers and crews all around Gotham.

"Alright, pack those up, double-time, I'm gonna head back to the club," Vinny began, overseeing his crew. "I leave that little finook on the bar alone too long, and there's problems, just gonna-"

Vinny didn't have time to finish his sentence. Just then, the lightbulb blew, casting the entire garage into darkness.

It was then, that the Bat struck...