Harley Quinn fucks Batman. Hard.

Everyone watched in silent anticipation as Harley approached the one-shot KO'd Batman, swaying her hips seductively. She squatted over his crotch when she reached him, moving her hands to his stern, sleeping face and gently slapping him awake. It was just like old times.

"Baaatmaaan..." she sung. "Wakey wakeyyyy..."

Eventually, with a groan, Batman started to stir. Satisfied, Harley Quinn left him to slowly recover on his own, and got to work freeing his dick from his batsuit lower down his body. It was a process she was very familiar with by now.

“H-Harley…?” a dazed Batman asked, unsure if he was seeing her really take his dick out or just dreaming. “No… s-stop…”

“Not by the hairs on your chinny chin chin!” Harley laughed, pulling Batman’s cock free from his pants and letting it bob around in the open air.

“You… You can’t… You already… All of your henchwomen, they…”

“Oh, stop being such a big baby.” Harley chided as she mounted his hips. “You're gonna enjoy this. I made sure of it, remember?”

Batman opened his mouth to fumble through another confused objection, but instead all he could do was gasp as Harley Quinn slid his dick all the way into her hot, slippery pussy. Grinning at his timid reaction, and slightly flushed from the pleasurable dicking she was receiving, Harley started bouncing up and down on his cock. It was a nice snug fit. She bit down on her bottom lip as she gazed at the Batman’s shocked, weak expression, hands feeling up his muscular chest as she fucked him in the middle of the bank. Her nemesis. Her worst enemy. Her captor for years. And now, her victim. Her easy knockout. Her quick fuck.

“Hey, where’s your partner Batgirl? Doesn’t she usually help get you outta /tight/ spots like this? HA!” Harley gloated, riding her utterly defeated adversary while surrounded by the **** civilians he was failing. It felt good. No, better than good. It felt right. She’d earned this. She deserved a second showing of completely upstaging the Bat after all the times he had got in her way. And all the work she’d put in after his first knockout making sure he’d never be a real superhero ever again. It was a good thing he came to her for another quick bout of humiliation - she had a lot to pay him back for, and he could start by helping her cum on his fat dick before he knocked out to her pussy again.

Batman only clenched his jaw and waited for it to be over. From the sidelines, Harley’s girls were staring in total disbelief.

“Holy. Shit.”

It was a true once in a lifetime opportunity for the girls to see the Batman of Gotham so… weak. Somehow defeated by Harley Quinn. Knocked out by every single one of her goons, too scared to even fight back. Too intimidated that Harley would kick his ass again. And now, getting fucked by her, and not a damn thing he could do about it but grunt. Even after personally turning the dark knight’s lights out and watching his muscular body topple limply to the floor, they couldn’t believe what they were seeing. How badly he was losing to Harley Quinn. Had it always been like this when they fought, and nobody knew about it? Had she secretly been crushing the legendary superhero under her hips and pussy for years?

Some of the thugs had been teenagers when Batman’s legend first hit the news. Some had once been fangirls, in high school and college. Obsessed. Using pictures of the Batman as their phone lock screen. Jealous of Batgirl for getting to work with him. Wishing they could meet their hero. And now, to see him on the floor like this, to personally knock him clean out with their own two hands and watch him get totally fucked by a petite blonde… Holy. Shit.

“Unf! Unf!” Harley gasped, hilting herself on him repeatedly, with reckless abandon. Fucking him like a wild animal.

Sounds off slapping flesh filled the bank as her wide hips and ass connected with his waist. She was grinning like a madwoman staring down into his eyes and chewing her bottom lip in excitement as she drew closer to an orgasm. Her hands moved from his desecrated bat symbol and well-defined pecs to pin his broad shoulders down and buck faster.

Batman groaned weakly. He’d never been so defeated… only by Harley, but not with such a crowd… not with active participants… getting knocked out repeatedly by a crazy, dainty blonde was one thing, but by her nameless goons? Getting his dick twerked on by a common thug post-K.O. orgasm? How far the mythical Batman had fallen… and now he was getting helplessly fucked in front of them all by a woman not half his size. Lying on the bottom with not a thing he could do to stop her.

Harley’s body rippled as she allowed her first orgasm to take her, cooing as the pleasure tingled through her body. Her goons watched in awe as she kept that same pace, fucking him hard and fast without quarter.

"I can't believe it!" one criminal whispered.

“Then you’re gonna LOVE this!” Harley replied, lifting her round ass off his dick only momentarily to turn 180 and slam back down, now switched to reverse cowgirl.

Harley rolled her hips, dragging her tight pussy over every rib of Batman’s dick. She loved the way it felt. She loved that it was him. And she could tell he was done. If there’s one thing she knew about Batman by now, it was that he couldn’t hold out against her if he tried. Sexually, his dick was just as easy to K.O. as he’d turned out to be. He had a glass jawed cock.

Harley slammed her hips down onto him one final time and held her ass against his waist as he began to shake. Harley peered over her shoulder at his trembling face with a smug look. Raucous laughter started among the gang girls as Batman grunted and shot hot seed deep into Harley Quinn’s tight, conquering pussy, shaking uncontrollably with the **** of his public premature orgasm.

“Haha! So fast!”

“Batman’s a quickshot, Batman’s a quickshot~!” a few of the girls started singing.

“Nugh… nooo…”

Batman grit his teeth as his pleasure-wracked cock pumped shot after shot of thick semen into his superior. The petite blonde just stayed in place atop him, staring him down with a smug over-the-shoulder smile and half-closed eyes as he shook and grunted.

“That’s it…” she teased. “Just cum… You didn’t put up much of a fight, you know… Mommy was hoping for a challenge…”

“Buh… Buh…” Batman mindlessly babbled, eyes slowing rolling upwards and fading as his strength left him, as if his dick was dumping all of it into Harley’s cunt. As if her pussy had wrung him dry and stolen every ounce of power from his weak body, transferring it into the nimble seductress sitting proudly on his hips. As if he had totally…

Just like that, he went still, and silent. Harley had knocked him out again. He was too well trained, and cumming in her pussy was enough to make his woozy, battered head drift off to sleep. Harley thought he looked adorable, staring at him over her shoulder, still sitting on his dick in reverse-cowgirl.

“Dawww…” she mocked. “Little Batman’s asleep. Even your fingers are all curled up in your little gloves, how cute!”

He couldn’t respond. Cumming inside Harley Quinn’s tight, hot, wet cunt was too much for him. He was out.

“Loser!” a girl shouted from the sidelines, ecstatic with the sexual beatdown she’d just witnessed. Gotham’s saviour now rested on his back, bulky arms out by his sides, totally limp. All because he got fucked too hard by a mad clown.

Harley giggled and rose to her feet, Batman’s dick sliding out of her pussy and flopping back onto his belly. She took a moment to shimmy her tits in his sleepy face, battering it from side-to-side with a look of utter glee. His head rolled with her boobs, totally out with nothing he could do about it.

"Alright girls, let's get outta here." Harley said, standing over him and starting to head for the van full of money while her goons still stared in awe at the black-batsuited Batman. After a few steps, Harley stopped.

“Oh... one more thing,” she said.

Quickly running into the van to fetch something, Harley produced an old-timey pom-pommed sleeping hat from the back, and began ceremoniosly bringing it to the fallen hero.

“I've been saving this~!”

The pom-pommed sleeping hat was placed on his snoozing head, Harley having to lift the cowled thing off the ground with one hand to get it on right. With a happy smile, Harley reached out to pat her nemesis on the head.

“Adorable~“ she delighted. Harley dusted off her hands, turned, and walked sultrily off to the van to wait for her girls, leaving them with the fallen dark knight in silence. They just stood in a circle around his fallen body, staring with open jaws.

It was an incredible sight. The indomitable Batman was on his back down and out, his fearsome costume sullied by lipstick and cum, his dick hanging out. Every single one of the girls had had their way with him, and each time, he’d crumbled at their feet. The man they’d run from the sight of, hidden in the van to avoid, had turned out to be a two pump chump loser with a glass jaw. It was so fucking hot.

Eventually the girls went to join Harley in the van, but not without letting the **** superhero know what they thought of him. Many planted their feet onto his wilted, leaky dick on their way out step over his body. One particularly horny thug paused to hump his face and cum on it, another squeezed his dick in her hand just to feel it. One even slipped her dainty finger under his foreskin and ran a nice circle around his engorged cockhead, forcing out one last pump of seed from the sleeping dick, which made the group erupt into giggles.

“Girl power, Batman!”

Pictures were taken. Many selfies, laid back on the floor and posing next to Batman’s sleeping head, defaced bat symbol, or exposed, spent cock. Big smiles and winking kissy faces. Some even pressing their puckered lips to his cheek as they gazed into the camera, or holding his cock between two fingers and giving that a nice kiss. Having a friend take a full-body picture of them lying up against the knocked-out and humiliated Justice League founder. Some particularly adventurous girls took his face by the cheeks and gave him a big, wet kiss on the unresponsive lips. The photos couldn’t be posted anywhere without revealing the criminals’ identities, but they could be looked at. Again, and again, and again.

When the face-humper finally juiced on his mask with a delighted gasp, she shifted her pussy back and gave his face a hard slap before she walked off, feeling powerful. She was one of the ones who’d been a massive Batman fangirl during her college years. And this was the best fucking night of her life. To knock him out, cum on his face, and defeat him from preventing their robbery. Oh, god, she’d never forget it. In fact, she made sure of it - because now, just like in college, her phone’s home screen was an image of Batman again. But this time, it wasn’t him posing heroically atop a building, taken from a distance - it was an up-close headshot of Batman fast asleep on a marble floor, with her pussy fucking his face as he dreamt. Knocked out. Defeated. God, she’d never get tired of seeing that. This fucking loser was on the Justice League, and now her home screen was an image of her cumming on his fucking face.

Last to leave was the athletic African thief, who smacked her broad ass in triumph as she stood with a foot either side of his defeated face. She looked down at his soaked, sleeping expression with a grin. His wilted, premature cock. White boy wasn’t so tough after all.

“Later!” she nonchalantly called out over her shoulder as she left, looking forward to knocking Batman out again sometime.

The girls made off with the money, driving the van out of the bank and leaving Batman amidst the gassed civilians with his dick out. Batman was fast asleep and unable to stop them from getting away. But even if he’d had the willpower to get back to his feet… he would’ve just gotten knocked out again.