Chapter 18 by Zeebop

Potential to be what?

To Be The Next Batwoman

Lois Lane gasped...and Oracle's teeth grasped the reporter's trembling lower lip, as Spoiler's forearm shifted back and forth in the reporter's asshole, the elbow popping in and out of the swollen, distended anus.

There was challenge in the redhead's blue eyes—and need in Lois Lane's violet eyes. Her whole body felt polarized, caught between two extremes. Then Spoiler's thumb slid into the reporter's pussy...and Oracle let the lip go, to tilt her head and thrust her tongue into Lois' mouth.

For a flash of a second, Lois could see herself in her mind's eye, dressed in cape and cowl, leaping from rooftop to rooftop in Metropolis, patrolling the night even as Superman did the day...and feeling her fellow caped crusaders join her in her battle against the criminal underworld. Their tight costumes emphasizing pert breasts and ass, slim waist, and luscious lips...a promise of the rewards to come once, sweaty and hot, they reconvened to evaluate her performance.

Except Lois wasn't a Batwoman. Not yet.

Oracle planted her hands on the table and with a surprising display of strength, pulled herself up, sliding her lower body onto the table.

"You have potential," the redhead said. "But you need training. It's not enough for you to stretch your ass...you need training in combat, athletics, detective work...oral sex."

Which is how Lois found herself drawn back, Spoiler still working the reporter's ass, but now sliding her fingers into the reporter's dripping twat, as Oracle peeled off her pants, revealing a pussy and ass shaved clean—ready for action.

"What do you say, Lois?" Oracle challenged. "Do you have what it takes to be a Batwoman?"

In her container, the bound Poison Ivy had gotten her own pants off, and was rubbing her bare pussy against the clear wall of the enclosure, leaving behind a pale green liquid...