Turning her into Batman???

The thought hit him while she was still spinning, arms whirring, sweat running down her face. He scrolled through the gallery until he stopped on a picture of Batman, the stoic, gravel-voiced superhero he’d grown up on.

A grin cut across his mouth. “Could I make Mom mimic people too?”

He glanced at her. Still whooshing. Still his fan. Then he tapped the picture.

Veronica stopped mid-spin. Blank look. No words. She turned and walked out of the room like she’d just received a mission.

Ten minutes. Liam sat there getting more restless by the second. Then her bedroom door creaked and his jaw dropped.

She’d built the costume out of whatever she could find. Dark bedsheet for a cape, knotted at her throat so it dragged on the floor. Mask cut from a pair of his old black socks, holes jagged for her eyes and mouth, the fabric already slipping down one cheek. Utility belt cobbled together from his childhood toy belt and a couple of kitchen spatulas hanging off it like gadgets. Underneath it all, the only black thing she owned: a tight one-piece swimsuit she hated because she said the colour made her look cheap. It was stretched so snug across her tits and ass it might as well have been painted on.

She wore the whole disaster like it was kevlar. Spine straight. Chin up. Completely serious.

“Ver—”

“I am the night,” she growled, dropping her voice into a cheap Batman impression. Fists on her hips. Cape swinging.

Liam laughed so hard he had to lean on the couch. “Mom, what the fuck are you wearing?”

She didn’t break. “I am vengeance.”

“You’re wearing a sock on your face.”

“I am Batman!!”

He circled her, still laughing, taking it in. The cape kept catching on her ass. One sock-eyehole had already drifted so she was squinting through it. The swimsuit had ridden up between her cheeks.

Then he decided the costume still wasn’t right.

“Wait. Hold still.”

He grabbed the scissors off the side table. She actually froze for him, stunned, like a hero waiting for the villain. He hooked two fingers in the swimsuit, yanked the fabric off her tits, pinched it in the right spots and cut two clean holes.

Both nipples pushed straight through.

She didn’t cover them. Didn’t even look down.

“There,” Liam said, stepping back. “Now it’s on brand.”

“Prepare yourself, villain!” She pointed at him, gravelly and dead serious, nipples out, spatulas jingling on the belt.

He played along, but he wasn’t about to keep his hands off her.

“Oh no. The terror of Gotham. What are you gonna do, lecture me about my misdeeds?”

She lunged. Faster than he expected. A punch aimed at his shoulder. He caught her wrist, used the momentum to spin her, and got a full handful of her ass while he “blocked.” The swimsuit was thin enough that his fingers sank in.

“Nice footwork, Batman.”

She threw another punch. He ducked it, palmed one exposed tit on the way past, squeezed the nipple that was poking through the hole. She grunted in that fake growl and kept swinging like it hadn’t happened.

“You will rot in Arkham for this!” she snarled, cape slapping against his arm.

“You keep saying that.” He hooked the toy rope off the floor, looped it around her midsection while she was mid-pose, and yanked her in. She hit his chest with a thud. He kept one arm around her waist and used the other to grope her openly, tits, ass, the wet heat already starting between her thighs through the swimsuit.

She still tried to fight him. Short, earnest little strikes, completely committed, like she really thought she was trading blows with a crime lord. Every time she twisted, the cut-out holes flashed her nipples at him. Every time he “lost” a round he made sure his hands ended up somewhere they shouldn’t.

He let her pin him against the wall for a second just so he could reach back and grab both cheeks and spread them. “Okay, okay, you got me. The Dark Knight wins.”

She was breathing hard behind the sock mask. “Yes, you… you lost you… bastard.”

“Yeah,” Liam said, still holding her ass, grinning at the ridiculous, deadly-serious look on her face.

“You sure are tough.” he said with a grin on his face.