A mugger.

"Huh. The one and only Bruce Wayne," a scruffy thug noted, stepping from the shadows with a revolver pointing at the billionaire. "Tonight's my lucky night." He shot a yellow-stained smile at Selina, ogling her slinky black skirt that hugged her shapely figure.

"Just take my wallet and leave us alone," Bruce said, feigning fear in his voice as he reached into his inner jacket pocket while moving Selina behind him to shield her.

"Nuh, nuh, nuh, Mr. Wayne," the thug warned, waving the pistol at Bruce's face. "Slowly take your hand out. You may be rich but you could also be armed."

With the muzzle of the gun pressed against his cheek, Bruce raised his hands in the air to allow the mugger to reach inside his jacket. The thug stared into Bruce's blue eyes, expecting fear like all of his victims but instead he saw ever burning hate. Startled, the mugger stepped back at the look he had seen before and would never forget. But before he put two and two together and pull the trigger, Selina kicked the pistol out of his hand and then knocked him out with the follow up kick to the side of the head.

"I hate these things," she hissed, grabbing the gun and securely placing it in her clutch purse. The last thing she wanted was the gun to fall into the wrong hands, possibly a child's, again.

"Thank you for saving me," Bruce said just as the Bentley stretched limo entered the mouth of the alley. "How did you learn how to fight like that?" He already knew the answer but kept up his veil of ignorance.

"Self defense classes. This is a rough town and Batman can't be everywhere to protect me," she answered as the limousine pulled up. She thanked Bruce after he opened the rear door for her.

"Problems, Master Bruce?" Alfred inquired.

"Nothing that the GCPD can't handle," Bruce responded as he got into the car. "Please call 911 to pick up the trash in the alley, Alfred."

"Will do, Master Bruce," Alfred said, looking back in the rear view mirror at the beautiful brunette. "Home, sir?"

"Yes, please," Bruce answered, hitting the button to raise the opaque window divider.

"Can he see us?" Selina wondered.

"No."

"Will he hear us?" she asked, leaning over to kiss him.

"I hope not," Bruce smirked, taking her into his arms to kiss her back.

She moaned softly when he kissed her neck and then down to her clavicle. Selina let her spaghetti shoulder straps, followed by the top of her little black dress, slip down to expose her ample bosom and then squeezed her tits together with her arms. She going her head back and let out a soft moan when Bruce sucked on one of her nipples, swallowing the entire areola in his mouth. But before he could move to the other nipple she stopped him and laid down on the leather seat that ran the length of the stretched limousine.

"I don't have any more condoms. Do you have any?" she asked, pulling up her skirt around her waist to show Bruce her wet, bald pussy.

"Of course," he replied, reaching into a compartment in the bar that ran along the other side of the length of the limo. He fished out a handful of packages. "Would you like strawberry flavor? Ultra-thin? 'For Her'?"

"Oooh... For her, please!"

Bruce tossed the other packs side and stripped of his tuxedo. He opened the "For Her" condom and rolled it on his massive erection. Selina grinned at the enlarged head and ribbed ridges on his condom-covered cock as he knelt between her slender thighs. They locked eyes as he nudged the tip of his cock between the folds of her pussy lips, stretching them wide apart as his thick shaft was slowly swallowed by her tight cunt. They both simultaneously let out a sigh of relief when his balls finally touched her ass cheeks.

"Fuck me, Bruce," Selina growled, pulling him down to kiss him passionately. She wrapped her legs around his waist to guide his long, hard thrusts into her. He was so entranced with pounding her hapless pussy that he barely noticed the limo pulling up to Wayne Estate.

"We're here," he said, breaking their kiss, when the engine stopped. He pushed himself off of her so he could see her beautiful face contort with pleasure and her tits jiggle with every slower but harder thrust. The limousine rocked side to side and filled with screams of ecstasy as he continued to bring her from one orgasm to another.

Even with years of training, exercise, and experience Bruce had his limits with his stamina. He had to cum. When he did he let out a roar of anger, jabbing his cock into Selina's snatch one last time, and almost overflowed the condom with his jizz. Worn out, he collapsed on top of her and she motherly stroked his hair while they recovered from their long, hard fuck.

Bruce stirred from a barely audible tap and pushed himself off of Selina. He pinched his deflated cock, making sure the condom did not slip off when he pulled out of her soaking snatch. He tossed the used condom in a trash him as he lowered the window by a sliver.

"Yes, Alfred?"

"I took the liberty of bringing towels for you and your companion."

"Thank you." Bruce lowered the window just enough to allow the towels to slide in. He handed one to Selina, who wrapped it around herself instead of bothering to wear her little black dress again. Alfred held the door open as Bruce stepped out barefoot and wearing only his boxer briefs. Neither men displayed any sign of embarrassment nor shame, it was something Bruce did often enough to keep up his playboy persona.

"Thank you." Selina smiled at Alfred as she stepped out.

"You are most welcome, miss." Alfred maintained his professionalism by looking straight ahead instead of leering at her tone body when the towel fell momentarily.

"Can you walk?" Bruce asked with genuine concern.

Selina looked at him for a second and smiled, shaking her head. He picked her up in his arms with no effort and carried her into the foyer of the mansion.

"I'm sorry about the scratches on your back," she apologized, staring up at vast cavern of the entry and wondered if the Wayne family held balls in the grand foyer.

"It's okay. That wasn't the first time," he joked as he carried her up one of the twin curving staircases.

"Nor will it be the last," she purred, kissing him. "I've never been pounded that hard and long before. Your reputation precedes you, Bruce."

"No drugs or alcohol. I like my body to be pure from substances. Lots of exercise and yoga," he replied, opening the door to the master bedroom, which was bigger than most people's apartments. "Are you hungry or thirsty? Alfred can bring whatever you want up here."

"Perrier and some snacks. It's going to be a long night," she said, grinning at the look over his face of at first shock and then devious acceptance. She let out a squeal of delight when he tossed her on the king size bed. She would normally land on her feet like a cat but she let the soft mattress overwhelm her. "Oooh, I can sleep for days in this bed!"

"You can afterwards," Bruce said, dropping his underwear to display his massive erection to her again. She teasingly tossed him her towel to reveal her perfectly lean athletic body and large tits, that jiggled slightly with every anxious breath.

"No condoms," she ordered as he opened the night stand drawer.

He looked at her confused.

"It may come as a surprise to you but I actually don't have sex that often and certainly not have one night stands with billionaire playboys," she confessed. "But how often can I be fucked by Batman?"

Bruce looked at her dumbfounded.