White Rabbit Batman into a haze.

The needle must have been plunged into his femoral artery, as he felt the edges of her palm and pinky finger against it. He could scarcely feel the sting of it, though it was definitely there. He felt as if the area around her hand was swelling suddenly, as if the tiny amount of whatever **** she had populated it with had quickly spread about his bloodstream. Batman’s panting receded into a shallow, guttural groaning.

White Rabbit pointedly flicked the hairsbreadth needle away with her middle finger. He did not remember hearing the clack of it hitting the wall or floor.

“Call your doctor if your erection lasts less than four hours,” she joked. “I think that’s what they say in those commercials, right?”

Batman groaned louder, the pressure around his waist tripling in just a few seconds. The same could be said of the size of his cock, quickly resurrecting inside of her dribbling insides. It wasn’t a natural kind of growth. And when it was coupled with the angle at which it was directed, he felt like it was tightening and pulling in on itself.

He remembered feeling like he’d just been shot up with a dose of concentrated Venom. It was as if his cock was flexing the muscles it had just developed to their breaking point. Was this how Bane felt whenever he got a fresh infusion? Or was he just so overstimulated that he couldn’t find a better way to describe it?

“We’re ready, right?” White Rabbit checked glibly, sparing a second to pat him on his tightening quad. “I know I am.”

His mind struggled to process the post-memory haze and he… he…He lost time. He remembered White Rabbit restarting her ride atop his resurgent rod, but then he… forgot.

She was still bouncing atop his rod when he next remembered it, much faster now. White Rabbit openly moaned amid her plunging motions, unconcerned with how much noise she might have made at the late hour. Her ass rippled again and again and again with every bounce.

Batman recalled groaning in abject, futile arousal. Right in front of him, the villainess brought herself to the depths of that wretched pleasure, dragging him inch-by-inch behind her. It was not just the sensations of **** arousal or whatever **** she’d injected that wracked his body, but the knowledge that it was the kind of helplessness that made him feel like he’d never stood a chance in the first place.

He forgot again, for a time. His mind slipped back into that moment as her gallops reached their maximum speed, the **** behind her bouncing battering his tortured cock inside her. White Rabbit’s tail rolled down her right cheek slightly, her thong tugging downward again through her repeated bouncing.

“You know you want this!” White Rabbit accused breathlessly. She gasped in another breath, back arching as she recovered it. “Say you want me, Batman.”

“Want you,” he replied, voice strangled. He didn’t remember his next breath, though it probably was a rasp.

He remembered returning to his senses as White Rabbit threw herself downward one final time. With that, she drove herself over the edge, peaking with a whine. Her pussy- slickened by many of his fluids already- overflowed when her own juices came out. She hunched over on all fours as she experienced it, slowly driving her hips back toward his chest, cock towed along between her spasming walls.

“Ohhhhhh, that’s right,” White Rabbit sighed happily. “We do.”

Batman did not remember the demand that had led to that response, nor did he remember what he might have said himself. He just remembered his cock still pulsating vibrantly as her climax descended.

Then he forgot again, blacking out for a spell. He next recalled White Rabbit turning around- not getting up from his cock within her, but slowly twisting herself on his rod- to face him. Her eyes were closed behind that domino mask, muscles loose as she indulged in the bliss.

She slowly opened her eyes, fluttering at him with a smooth inhale through her nose. “I’m hoping we both enjoyed that more than she did,” she remarked slyly. Her hands put themselves on top of his biceps as she leaned down, grunting softly as she adjusted herself on his cock. “And if she’s not coming through that door for seconds, I’m gonna get mine.”

He felt his cock raging inside of her again, making him groan when she dangled her head beside his. Her wig tickled his chin as her lips settled just below his ear.

“Tell me you want me,” she whispered.

He did. “Want you.”

He forgot.

Batman recalled finding himself staring straight up at the darkened ceiling in his next moment. Slowly exploring his senses, he found White Rabbit still laying down on top of him, her head still beside his, now with her forehead pushing into the pillow beneath them. He was still inside of her, feeling her hips lazily rocking around.

And he felt his hands were now grabbing her ass. His gloves didn’t prevent him from feeling the heat of her perfectly sculpted buttocks. Neither the slight stickiness of their fluids nor her gentle motions stopped him from experiencing their malleable, conforming splendor. Batman’s hands weren’t completely gripping her bottom, so that likely meant she hadn’t ordered him to grab on. She must have applied his hands to her rear herself.

“Come on,” she intoned into the pillow, widening her rocking radius. White Rabbit tilted her head to the side and softly kissed him on his cheek, just at the edge of where his cowl covered. “Come on.”

Getting herself back into a rhythm, she put her hands beneath their bodies, bracing herself. She kept pushing back a centimeter further each time, putting more and more of her ass into his palms for just a moment before receding toward his chest. He groaned aloud when her cock-straining motions started pointing it beyond its normal ninety-degree angle.

“That’s it.” Her cooing seemed to be arousing herself just as much as she wanted him to feel.

Batman groaned again when she slunk backward, slowly putting herself in a seated position upon his pole. Her ass comfortably sank into his hands, a fact she punctuated with a slight wiggle upon his fingers.

He forgot a few seconds, but came back in as he felt another surge through his cock. She wasn’t bouncing this time; her motions were still fairly gentle. It hadn’t been a reaction to anything she’d done as far as he could tell. What had been in that needle?

White Rabbit moaned, her walls quivering once more. She brushed one hand along his batsuit near his stomach. “I know how much you want this.”

Batman remembered not wanting to remember.

“It’s okay,” she soothed, rubbing higher up to his chest. “I know. I know.”

He groaned as she trailed her hips back again. Remembering this moment meant remembering what he felt.

“At the end of the day, Batman is still just a man,” White Rabbit stated. “And I’m what every man needs. You’ve needed me all your life.”

He remembered wanting to forget.

“And it’s okay,” she said, smiling down at him. “I’m here now.”

He remembered- finally- being glad that he had the excuse of her tail’s conditioning. He definitely did not want to be there in that moment. Being there meant he would have had to have acknowledged the truth that he had just accepted a few minutes earlier.

He did need this. He’d starved, just as Jaina had. White Rabbit had given him a taste of what he’d refused, and now he needed more. He couldn’t go back to starving. Not now.

He needed her.

White Rabbit’s hands reconvened over her own thighs, quickly adjusting her underwear once more to get it out of his cock’s way. She then slid them around to clasp over his fingers. She gently pried them off her ass, but made them keep contact with her skin as she rotated them to her sides.

“Let’s not waste any more time,” she decided. “Give me what you’ve got, Batman.”

He groaned, feeling her start bouncing. She leaned into his hands to steady herself, covering black-fiber gloves with white-tiffany gloves. It wasn’t exactly gentle, but the pressure she surrounded his groin with did not match the pressure he felt internally from those **** surges.

Now fully back in the mood, White Rabbit rode him once more, using his hands to help pick up the pace much faster than the last time.

“Eyes on me,” she ordered, drawing his full attention to her galloping form. Her pink and white top still did its seemingly impossible task of covering her breasts, even as they bounced to their fullest possible extent. “You know you want to.”

Batman’s eyes twitched, and suddenly he forgot for a moment. He came back in much the same position, mid-groan. She stretched her knees out a little further into the mattress around him, pushing part of her outer thighs into his palms.

“That’s it,” White Rabbit moaned, trailing one of her hands up her own midriff. It fell down on her next bounce, glancingly striking his side in a fist. “Tell me you want me.”

“Want you.” He couldn’t have possibly denied it.

“Want you,” echoed the two viewers in the Batcave. He remembered wishing now more than ever that they did not bear witness to his defeat.

He forgot.

White Rabbit came again the next time he returned, gasping sharply twice to announce it. She tightened her limbs around him, anchoring herself upon his body to make sure he felt her climax in its fullest. His spear braved her collapsing walls, holding firm as she crumbled upon him.

Batman forgot how it ended.

He next remembered her leaning down toward his chest, even though his drenched member was still inside of her, impeding her hips. Her drooping forehead rested against his bat symbol briefly, splayed wig obscuring her as she recovered her breath. Batman, of course, had no opportunity to catch a break, especially with his cock still throbbing with whatever she’d injected.

He grunted when her forehead pushed off to rise again. As White Rabbit rose, she snaked her left arm up over his shoulder, grabbing him by the back of his head. “Come on,” her voice whispered softly.

Batman remembered being guided up from the pillow to sit, White Rabbit still impaled in his lap. His groans got cut off when she stopped tugging on his head. Not because he wasn’t still feeling the excruciating pleasure, but because her hand had pulled him into a mouthful of her corset.

His lips had already been parted amid his heavy breathing and unrestrained groaning. Thanks to that, there was nothing between his tongue and her left breast but the soft, silky material of her corset. The strap between the two halves of her outfit clattered against his cheek as she positioned his head to her liking, gifting him with more of her thinly-covered breast in his mouth.

“Come on,” she repeated. Her legs shifted, wrapping around his waist and locking behind his back. “You know you want more, Batman. Tell me you want more, you want me.”

“Wnfft ychoou.” He remembered feeling like he could taste skin through the fabric.

“You do.” Her hand rubbed the top of his head behind the cowl’s ears like she would a pet. It made sense. “You do.”

He forgot.

The next thing he remembered was staring back up at White Rabbit, still sitting in his lap but shimmying to the sides. His mouth was no longer latched onto her, giving him room to gasp for the air he needed as he still felt the rush in his throbbing member. Looking up at her with her splayed hair, he noted her own parted lips, curled upward in her moaning.

Batman remembered realizing at that moment that White Rabbit had turned them around, and that he was in the process of lowering her to the mattress on her back. Her head landed gently on the pillow, slightly ruffling her rabbit ears. She still juked her hips to the sides, probably settling herself in the most comfortable position in addition to wringing out his cock.

His next memory saw him thrust into her, feeling her legs locking him in as deep as he could go by their grip around his waist. White Rabbit’s moans remained unmuted despite the late hour, trusting that they wouldn’t wake anyone through the walls, or that Jaina wouldn’t have the courage to turn up if she did hear it.

He kept thrusting, across several remember-forget-remember flashes. Her increasingly-satisfied face was the only thing he saw, **** to stare directly at her as she convulsed and cried out. He couldn’t keep track of time. The stress of her legs around his waist varied in between memories, so perhaps she came once or twice during the periods he forgot.

Every time in, though, he knew the truth that he had not. The tensity in his groin never once lessened. If anything, it only got worse, a memory of torturous pleasure wracking his tool that might as well have been the only thing in existence for him.

Batman remembered his thrusts finally ending at some point when her gloved hand grabbed the back of his head and pulled him down. She positioned his head beside hers, putting her lips to his ear. “We…” she panted in a voice run ragged, “both… need this…”

He recalled groaning in an unintentional affirmation. The only thing he needed now was release.

“We…” White Rabbit gulped. “We’ll do this… for each other…” She gave a quick laugh-cough. “Tell me… you need me…”

“Need you…” Batman murmured.

“Need you,” Alfred and Batgirl repeated in the same ear she whispered in, sounding similarly affected. Who knew how long they had been watching, not having the benefit of forgetting the time like he did? How many times had they repeated his **** proclamations while watching White Rabbit’s ecstasy?

White Rabbit didn’t give any indication that she’d heard the voices from the Batcave in his ear. “You need me,” she repeated, clearly taking a moment to appreciate it. “We need each other, don’t we?”

Batman remembered White Rabbit manipulating the back of his head to **** him to nod in agreement with her.

“We do.” She chuckled again. Her legs tugged him in, reconfiguring their lock around his waist. “Now go again.”

Batman groaned as his hips started thrusting again. His head was still held beside hers, so his angle of insertion and exit was smaller. Still, his cock begged for an end to its suffering, pounding like a heartbeat within her pussy. Black spots threatened to consume his eyesight.

Moaning, White Rabbit tilted his head to face her and forcibly kissed him on the mouth. Her lips clasped around his as she rocked her head around, almost as if she was fighting to push his head back into her own hand.

He forgot. The moments of remembrance became shorter and shorter as his exertion heightened. He wound up back in his prior thrusting posture at some point between blackouts.

Batman remembered her cumming and fully releasing her legs from around his waist. Her back arched fully into his next thrust.

He next saw her shakily pushing herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She pulled him along with her, making sure he was still snug inside of her as she moved. Her rabbit ears had been unnaturally rolled up by all of their fucking, but they were slowly unfurling back to their normal shapes. Biting her lower lip, she smirked as she positioned his head to stare at her face once more.

“You-”

He forgot.

“-together,” she whispered as he returned. “We’ll be our true selves. I know I can-”

Batman remembered next coming in as she finished whatever speech she’d been saying. A good guess would be that she had been making plans with his robotic replies about staying together longer than just the night.

Her eyes flicked to the side, possibly looking for a sign of the time, maybe a clock or a window. The room did seem slightly lighter than it had been when he had last been aware. Or maybe those black spots in his vision were just now going away.

“Just about time,” she said, confirming those suspicions. She returned her focus to him. “Let it all go. Everything you had before is behind you. Let’s look ahead, together.”