Tommy makes a suggestion.

"Bruce, do I really have to say what we're both thinking? Let's blow the joint and have some fun."

Seeing no reason to turn him down, Bruce nodded. Heading back out into the gala, Bruce quietly made a donation big enough to excuse the absence of two of Gotham's most notable figures, before joining Tommy, who was already whispering in the ear of a smiling, very convinced Selina.

-

Scant minutes later, the four were in Tommy's limo, but speeding back to Wayne Manor.

Selina was never one for wasting time. The brunette thief had shed every stitch of her clothing, from her little black dress to her lingerie, and had straddled Dr. Elliot, riding and kissing the red-haired man.

Bruce lovingly drank in the contours of her body, a form that perfectly mixed athleticism and feminimity, the smoothness of her skin, the curve of her gorgeous ass, before his attention was pulled back by the blonde he sat next to.

Peyton's beatiful red gown was in a heap next to Selina's dress. The busty blonde sat next to Bruce in only her heels and panties, red to match her dress.

"There's a good girl," Peyton cooed, leaning forward and playfully slapping Selina on the ass as she bounced on Tommy.

Selina moaned with delight into the doctor's mouth as she felt Peyton's hand on her. Though he'd never had a threesome with her or seen her with another woman, Catwoman had told Bruce of her bisexuality before.

Bruce chided himself for ignoring the stunning woman next to him to think about his lady love. That would soon be redressed.

"You're a wonderful woman, Ms. Riley," Bruce said, louder than the low whisper he might've used, to be heard over Tommy and Selina's moaning. "Tommy is a lucky man indeed."

Peyton embraced Bruce, pressing her ample tits, bigger than Selina's, close to his chest.

Inspiration seizing the Batman, Bruce **** Peyton onto her back. Temporarily drawing away, he brought his eye level to the blonde's crotch.

Peyton excitedly thrust her legs open as Bruce pulled down her panties.

With wild abandon, Bruce dove into Ms. Riley's wet and needy cunt.

He was eager, and his technique was flawless. Of course, it wasn't just fighting and detective skills Bruce had picked up on his decade and a half long jaunt around the globe.

On Peyton, the Dark Knight unleashed pussy-eating techniques he'd been shown by the cheiftainess of a long lost and believed-mythical all-woman tribe from the Sahara desert.

Needless to say, the Gotham girl was enjoying it immensely.

"Fuck!" the blonde gasped, appreciatively stroking Bruce's short, dark hair. "Tommy, you could learn a thing or two from Bru- Oh God! Oh God!" Peyton moaned as Bruce applied the same zeal he would to demolishing a thug to worshipping her pussy.

"Trust me doc, I think you'll be okay," the green-eyed thief assured Tommy, playfully squeezing her muscles around Elliot's massive cock.

Each occupant caught up in their dalliance with their partner from the opposite sex - and relationship, it was few minutes before they realised the limousine had rolled to a stop.