Batman is found by one of the building’s tenants

Batman wasn’t lucky enough to wake up before being found. He lay there on his back for hours, spread-eagled and cock hanging out on that apartment building roof, his chest pushed forward by the hands he had tied behind his back. The young Catgirl had got him good. He was out. And he stayed out, laying there motionless in his batsuit, for the rest of the night.

It was in the morning that he was discovered, still passed out, by a middle-aged milf of an apartment tenant. A busty, blonde woman who had been a Gotham local her whole life. Her name was Clare, and she worked as a doctor at Elliot Memorial Hospital, specializing in anaesthesia. Thanks to the high workload of her job, she hadn’t had a boyfriend in over two years, and lived on her own in an apartment here.

She came up to the roof with an empty clothing basket, humming a happy little tune, ready to take down the clothes she had hung up to dry the previous morning. But as she pushed open the roof access door and stepped out, she was treated to an unexpected sight.

“Oh! God!” she gasped, dropping the empty basket with a clatter.

She put a hand to her chest, trying to get her breathing back under control after being so startled. Across the roof, propped up on his arms to display his chest insignia to her, was the scary Batman. In full costume. Spread-eagled. Dick hanging out, with a little bit of cum drooling onto the roof from its tip. Knocked out.

“Gosh…” she gasped, gathering herself again.

Clare carefully crept forward to investigate, taking care not to move too quickly in case it might alert him somehow. As she reached him, she realized that she need not worry.

Yep… He was out alright. She poked his head with a toe, and it rolled to one side. He wasn’t waking up for anything any time soon.

His batsuit looked so strange, under the relatively bright light of the rising sun. Not to mention that his drooling cock was dangling out of it. And now that she was up close, she could see that his hands were tightly bound behind his back with black fibre - presumably by whoever had done this to him. There were twin red and pink lipstick kisses left behind on his bruised chin as a parting gift. And that fearsome, muscle-bound chest moved steadily with his sleepy breaths.

Clare cracked a smile, tension fading, and finally allowed herself to laugh.

“Oh my god… hahahah! I was so scared!” she announced, out loud, to the KO’d crimefighter.

She crouched down by his side, smiling, and crossed her arms under her chest.

“Wow… Batman’s actually real? I thought they’d just made you up to sell newspapers…” she leaned closer, getting a good look at his mask. “Oh my…”

Reaching forward, Clare took his face in one hand, holding it up, and stared into his closed eyes. His dick pulsed once at the feeling of a female hand touching his chin.

“What happened? Did you lose this one?” she asked, using her thumb to lift one of his eyelids. The eye behind was fully rolled-up in his **** head. “Did somebody finally beat you? They must’ve really beat you. Your dick’s hanging out.”

She looked down his body at the nude, drooling cock that lay flat on the roof. She gulped. He was a pretty good size, actually…

“Wow… So I guess you got knocked out last night.”

She let his head go and stood back up, enjoying it as his limp, empty head rolled and bobbed loosely without her dainty little hand to support it. The fearsome legend she had thought was just a scary myth was fucking limp.

“Two little kissies from two little missies, and suddenly your myth gets real,” Clare breathed, admiring the lipstick prints on his jaw. It looked like a pair of women were responsible for this defeat. Hot. She pressed her thighs together and moaned in delight.

Clare lifted a foot, slid off her high heel, and lowered her bare foot to Batman’s dick. She smiled as she felt it come to life, and slowly harden as she gently ran the ball of her foot up and down its length.

“I’m going to take down my clothes… And then you and me are going back to my apartment, sleepyhead,” she told him breathily. The middle-aged woman was excited now. She clicked her tongue and turned, marching back over to her basket, letting her gorgeous ass sway as she did. Batman lay behind her, ****, with a hard dick.

Batman didn’t reply to her words. He was too busy sleeping off last night’s knockout.