A meeting in the Watchtower

It took a long time for Batman to stir. His lap was still wet with his semen, contained and held against his body by the batsuit it was inside of. He was still on his back on the floor of the Batcave, limbs spread out like a starfish. There was no sign of Batgirl left behind, as Bruce slowly sat up and began to groggily look around the dim cave.

It was starting to hit him just how bad things had gotten. A simple investigation into a woman's legitimacy led to him getting knocked the fuck out by Harley Quinn of all people. Captured, detained. For weeks. Knocked out and **** to cum, over, and over… the fearsome Batman, out like a light, emptying his balls into his suit. For weeks. And now he was left with a weak chin, and a fully developed fetish too powerful for his once-disciplined mind to overcome. How could he face crime in Gotham again like this? What would he do if Harley Quinn had to be stopped? Without Batgirl, or even Batgirl's respect now that she'd knocked him out with just her ass, what could he do? Did he even still deserve the cape and cowl? Was it really all over? Did the legacy of the Batman come to a close with a quiet decision made in an empty cave by a sad man made fragile and premature?

He pushed those thoughts to the side. They only served to start getting a rise out of his spent dick anyway. And besides, groggy or not, cum-stained batsuit or not, worthiness to continue on as Batman or not, he still had obligations. There was a Justice League meeting at the Watchtower tonight. As a founding member, he had to be there. So Batman pushed himself up to his unsteady feet, and began shuffling to the nearby boom tube.

The meeting was long and boring. While Batman would usually have paid close attention to the details, on this night, his focus was more on his pounding headache and trying (unsuccessfully) to not pop a stiffy under the League table. These sort of meetings happened only rarely, so he hadn't missed any during his stint as Harley Quinn's cum-shooting punching-bag plaything. With how often Batman would just disappear for a time, nobody in the League was even aware that he'd been missing for weeks and weeks, as they might have been for any other hero. How might Superman or Hawkgirl react if they knew what had been done to him…?

Afterwards, as the members stood and prepared to leave, Wonder Woman approached Batman and stopped him from making his escape.

"Bruce," she said. "A word?"

Batman really didn't feel like it, but he gave a stiff nod nonetheless, and the two stayed behind while the other heroes left the room. He was noticing her womanly traits a lot more than he ever had before, and had a hard time keeping his eyes off of her exposed thighs and well-presented bosom and cleavage thanks to that tight red corset she wore. Even just being near her was enough to get his heart already beating faster, like an excited schoolboy.

"I noticed you were acting strange during this meeting. Even quieter than usual." she said. "I also heard that you and Batgirl parted ways. Is everything alright?”

Batman stiffened up, and his muscles tensed beneath his suit. "How do you know about that?" he asked.

"She called Kara about it while we were having lunch." Wonder Woman explained. "I only caught bits and pieces, but she sounded oddly… happy. Excited. Kara cut our lunch short to go and meet with her. If something’s not right, Bruce, you should tell us. Tell me.”

Batman's lip curled downwards. "I'm fine, Diana," he said in his usual gruff baritone. "It was a mutual split." Batman was his usual cold self, and brushed Wonder Woman off.

He was heading for the door when he was stopped again - this time not by words, or a hand on his shoulder, but a tight binding golden rope which wrapped around his arms and restrained him in place. Unwilling to accept Bruce's dismissal, Wonder Woman had taken out her lasso of truth, and it began to glow as she used it on him. Batman struggled, in a panic, eyes going wide as his body remembered Harley Quinn's chains, but there was no breaking its magical binding.

"The lasso compels you - what is going on with you?" Wonder Woman asked, and the lasso grew brighter. Batman tried to resist, but it would have been pointless even without his willpower having taken a heavy beating over the past few weeks. Getting repeatedly knocked out by a lithe psycho psychiatrist's dainty female fists will do that to you. As it was, he had no hope of resisting, but Wonder Woman was quite surprised by the speed at which he gave in.

"I keep getting knocked out," he said, unable to even answer with half-truths or misdirections thanks to the lasso's magic. "I was investigating a female kickboxing instructor when she took me by surprise and knocked me out cold. Since then I haven't been the same."

Wonder Woman blinked, alarmed. This was not what she had been expecting to hear.

"Uhmmm…" she said, processing what she was hearing. "Go on…"

"She wasn't a criminal," he said. "Just a civilian. A regular Gotham MILF. And she shut my brain down. I've trained with the best, all around the world, and this random busty middle-aged woman who teaches kickboxing classes on weekends knocked me the fuck out."

Wonder Woman couldn't believe what she was hearing, and gripped the lasso tighter, as if doubting if it was making Batman tell the truth. Before he could continue on to tell her about how hard it makes his dick, or what Harley Quinn had done to him, Diana cut him off with another question.

"And what about Batgirl?" she pressed. "I understand if you're feeling doubts about yourself, but she's still a teenager. You can't leave her to fend for herself."

"Batgirl quit after she knocked me out."

Wonder Woman took a step back, alarmed. "What?"

"Batgirl quit after she knocked me out." Batman repeated. His recent string of embarrassing admissions was enough that he was sporting a full hard-on beneath the batsuit, and what little part of him remained conscious under the lasso's effect was glad he was facing away from Wonder Woman at the moment. "She didn't mean to, but the punch landed right on my jaw, and-"

"Wait, wait wait," Diana interrupted again. "You got knocked out by Batgirl?"

"Twice." Bruce confirmed.

"TWICE?!" Wonder Woman gasped, half-shocked and half-amused. "Bruce, she's a teenager!"

"She was angry at me the first time, and threw a punch that knocked me out. The second time she sat on my face until I ran out of oxygen. I came into the batsuit as I faded into sleep. I couldn't stop it."

"You-" Wonder Woman's alarm, while still present, was starting to face in place of something else. She looked away from Batman, and licked her lips as she thought. "…what about when the civilian knocked you out?" she asked. "Did that make you cum too?"

"No, but it got me hard." he admitted. "I've cum every other time I've been knocked out since then. My brain's been conditioned to associate getting put to sleep with sexual pleasure, and vice versa. I don't think I can get knocked out without cumming anymore, and I'm not sure if I can cum without going to sleep from it either."

Again, Wonder Woman licked her ruby red lips predatorily, and a smile began to form on her face. A crack in his armor? A weakness in the big bad bat? That sounded like fun… Wonder Woman tightened her grip on the lasso, and it shone a brilliant gold.

"Batman, the lasso compels you - forget everything that happened from the end of the League meeting to when I unbind you," she commanded. Batman's eyes glazed slightly.

"Yes, Wonder Woman."

Just hearing that send erotic shudders through the Amazon Queen's body. He'd been so cold to her for so long… she didn't care if it was wrong. He had a weak spot, and she was going to find a way to exploit it in her favor. If he got hard from being knocked out, she could work with that… a Warrior Queen like her could definitely work with that…

With a smirk, and Batman in a zombie-like state having forgotten his admission and currently being unable to form new memories, Wonder Woman stood back and allowed the lasso to snake off of him and return to her hip. Batman blinked a few times, regaining his bearings, and looked around the empty room confused. He turned back and looked at Diana.

"What time?" she asked.

"Wh-whuh?"

"What time tomorrow should I arrive?"

Batman made a confused face, clearly trying to figure out what had happened. Had Harley Quinn done more damage to him than he'd thought? How was he missing time like this? Wonder Woman shrugged.

"Let's say 2:00 PM, then," she said with a wink. "I'll see you then, Bruce."

With a happy smile, she placed her hands behind her back and walked past the confused Batman out into the Watchtower hallway, humming a pleasant tune and swaying her hips as Batman watched her leave. She was feeling happier than she had in a long while. And quite a touch more dominant as well. This was going to be fun.