Batgirl isn't happy with Batman, and she sits on his face

Batman returned to the Batcave after a humiliating night out, hanging his head. It wasn't quite the triumphant return he'd hoped for after being captured by Harley Quinn for so long, to get knocked out in one blow by some random thug he was interrogating. He didn't even notice Batgirl at first, leaning against the Batcomputer's desk with her arms crossed and an angry demeanor.

"Bruce." she called out, her tone cold. Batman lifted his head.

The beautiful redhead was in her own tight-fitting batsuit, her bat symbol a brilliant shining yellow across her ample chest. Her body was fit, but very well-proportioned and curvy as well, and her crossed arms fit snugly under her bust. She kicked off the desk, and started angrily marching towards Batman.

“You can’t just do this, Bruce. Disappearing without telling me. I had no idea if you were even alive! And I can’t handle this whole city by myself!”

“Barbara…”

“You won’t even tell me where you were, will you? No need to let your partner know about your secret missions! Don’t even let her know you’re going away at all. Well, fine. If that's the way you're going to handle things, then I guess I’ll go and find a new partner you fucking loser. I quit.”

Batman shrunk a little under her glare, and felt his stiffening dick twitch in trained response to being confronted by a powerful female. Being called a loser hurt him more than he would have expected it to. Still, he quickly regained his composure and broad posture, and reached out to grab Batgirl's arm as she angrily stomped past him.

“Batgirl, wait.” he said.

Batgirl spun around in a flash, and her dainty female fist crunched into his jaw, taking him out in an instant.

“O-oohhhh….” Batman moaned, going cross-eyed before he stumbled and collapsed.

“You asshole!” Batgirl vented loudly. She turned to continue on her march and leave, but then stopped - she turned around, and noticed that he wasn't getting up from where he'd landed. In fact, his crumpled form looked to be totally limp.

“Wait… you’re kidding." she said in disbelief. "You’re fucking kidding. No. No, no, no. Are you SERIOUS?”

Batgirl carefully approached, and checked him. Seeing that he was by all account out cold, she got to her feet and kicked his head onto its side, standing above him with her hands proudly planted on her batsuited womanly hips.

“You got knocked the fuck out!” she exclaimed. It was then that she ran her eyes down his body, and noticed his hard dick clearly defined through the crotch of his batsuit, twitching and throbbing occasionally. Batgirl laughed, and shook her head in disbelief.

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening… you stupid asshole.” she said out loud. “You fucking idiot. It wasn’t even that hard! A fucking WHORE could knock you out. A cheap! Gotham! WHORE!” she gloated above him, foot on his chest as he lay on his back groaning and slowly coming to. The bright lights of the Batcave sent flashing images across his eyes.

“You’re a joke! A stupid joke!” Batgirl proclaimed.

“B-Batgirl, please…”

“Are you BEGGING, Bruce? Oh my God!” she shouted. “You sad, sad man.” she sighed, moving with a catlike predatory gate up his body and stopping with a foot either side of his head, facing towards his feet. She let out a pleased sigh, then dropped down, sitting on his face with her hands resting across the bat symbol on his broad chest. Her wide ass was totally engulfing his face as she squatted onto him - her batsuit's bullet resistant material, while tough, still allowed ample softness in her large posterior.

“Mmm… you designed these batsuits to be airtight, right? Well, too bad for you…” she said, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of rubbing side-to-side across his face, rolling his head with her as she went. “Say goodnight, Bruce. My ass is going to finish you.” she said.

Batman couldn't believe what was happening. In a matter of moment, he'd been knocked out again, and now he was under the ass of his closest partner unable to breathe. If she'd just given him a chance to explain... but he had no chance. He never had any chance at all. Her mind was made up before he walked in the Batcave, even if circumstance had led her to take her pent-up anger out a bit further than she may have planned, and there was nothing he could do to stop her. His hand came up weakly to tap against her ass, then fell back down at his side. A wet patch spread over his crotch as his slippery dick lost its load, totally untouched, but expertly trained. He shook and tremored underneath her as he came and the last air was drained from his mind, falling deep into unconsciousness.

Batgirl laughed.

It wasn't a mocking laugh — it was a laugh of genuine amusement. She was genuinely elated. Here was the big bad Batman, who most people didn’t even know was anything more than a myth, a scary story — knocked out and cumming his pants to her wide ass. It was a healthy injection of confidence to take her former boss down a few pegs like this, after weeks of stress trying to protect Gotham alone. After he’d thought his secretive business was SO much more important than her these last few weeks, to have him end up like this… it was incredible. And so, she laughed. And pressed her bat-squashing ass harder into Bruce Wayne, the Batman’s face until he went still and moved no more.

Slowly, Batman's body relaxed and settled into total limpness below her, hard dick still throbbing and pushing out seed into his billion dollar suit as its shaft slowly wilted. He was done. Washed up and snoozing. Put to sleep by the powerful ass of Batgirl in a matter of minutes.

“Nightie night, Bruce.” she whispered as Batman's body submitted to her ass. She’d never felt so empowered. Once she was a high school student looking up to the mythical Batman, protector of Gotham. She had been so overjoyed when he finally let her join him officially. But no more. Her time looking up to this man was done. Batgirl quit, and from now on, she'd be doing things her way - and the inferior, sluggish, outdated Batman would have to face Gotham's crime all by himself.