SBAT Chapter 11

Fat blimps hang in Gotham’s red night sky. Beams of light sweep across gorgeous art deco architecture.

The staccato report of a tommy gun splits the night, followed by the tapping of running footsteps.

A henchman follows Harvey “Two Face” Dent out of the warehouse at a run.

“How’d they know where we would be?” Harvey demands, whirling with his gun at the ready.

“Dunno, boss,” the henchman gasps, reloading his pistol.

“Then what good are you?” Harvey turns his tommy gun on the hapless man.

A batarang spins out of the darkness, sending the tommy gun flying. It clatters to the concrete as the black and red figure of the Batwoman emerges from the dark warehouse, perfectly surefooted in her heeled boots. She wags a finger at Harvey, who rubs his stinging hand.

“Sorry, babe. I’m not going to Arkham tonight,” he snarls, jamming his hand into his coat for the pistol in his shoulder holster.

“You’re right,” says a voice from the shadows.

He turns in time to see a lithe figure in gray fly out of the dark to kick his henchman solidly in the chest. The man is thrown to the ground, and the Batgirl in gray lands with the grace of a dancer, giving her red hair a little toss.

“You aren’t going to Arkham,” she says.

Harvey hears the soft foostep behind him and whirls in time to take a punch to the face from a purple-gloved fist. He thuds to the concrete in agony.

The purple Batgirl stands over him, her hand on her hip.

“Because you’re going to Gotham General first,” she says as wailing sirens approach.

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The police and the EMTs have Harvey and his men.

Kate blows a kiss to a pair of pretty GCPD detectives, then joins Barbara and Steph. They fire their grapples, and in a moment they’re standing on the roof of the Chase Park Hotel.

“How are we doing, Alfred?” Barbara asks, touching her earpiece.

“Splendidly, Ms. Gordon. No casualties, and the police band is quiet,” Alfred replies. “There’s perhaps an hour until dawn.”

“Didn’t even break a sweat,” Kate says. “Let’s call it a night. All in favor?”

“Capital idea. Shall I prepare anything here?” Alfred asks.

Barbara touches her earpiece. “The penthouse is closer. Have a good night, Alfred.”

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“I think I might have broken his nose,” Steph frets as she joins Barbara and Kate in Bruce’s huge shower.

“Better that than his jaw,” Barbara replies prudently, bumping Kate out of her way with her hip to get more water. There are two showerheads, yet Kate somehow hogs all of it.

“And I don’t think we need to worry about his looks,” Kate adds, handing Steph the bodywash. “That ship as sailed.”

When Steph turns the water off and follows them into the bedroom, Kate grabs Barbara’s wrist and spins her around. Kate looks meaningfully down at her erection. Barbara shows her superiority by only boasting a half-chub. Steph knows better than to even try to resist.

Kate lowers her voice. “Where you going, beautiful?”

Barbara sighs, and as the bustiest of the three, that is itself a power move. “Can’t you be normal for one night?”

“Normal,” Kate echoes disdainfully, going to the dresser.

Barbara and Steph share a synchronized eyeroll, and Barbara pulls Steph close to kiss her gently. The soft, gentle, damp, fragrant warmth of her body is heavenly.

Kate clears her throat and returns, chains jingling.

“Who said you could put those on me?” Barbara asks her.

“Uh huh,” Kate says patiently. They all know that nothing gets Barbara wetter than being tied up. And nothing gets her harder than having her booty spanked.

Kate binds Barbara’s arms behind her back and then touches her lips and fondles her breasts before kissing her much more forcibly. In fairness, Kate is kind of hot when she takes charge. Blushing, Barbara follows her willingly onto the bed. Kate sits and guides Barbara’s head by her hair.

Steph watches Barbara’s body while her head bobs and her soft sucking and slurping tickle her ears.

“Yeah. Mm.” Kate gives Steph a look. “Grab an eye mask for her, will you?”

“Yup,” Steph replies, going to the dresser. She gets out a soft, velvety sleep mask and wonders what to do. Tease Babs with a slow, agonizing fuck? Give it to her rough? Spank her? Once, only once, Babs got turned on enough that she sucked on Steph and Kate at the same time, trying to fit both of their cocks in her mouth.

Steph’s cock dribbles precum as she starts back toward the bed. Maybe Selina will stop by. Or Kara or Dinah.

The door bangs open. She just sees flashes: white skin and red lips. A Hawaiian print shirt. The gleam of a nickel-plated revolver. The gunshot is deafening, and she feels a sudden burst of heat, then nothing.

She’s staring at the ceiling, unable to feel as the Joker advances, firing two more shots.

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Steph jolts in her chair.

Demi gazes at her.

“What did you just do to me?” Steph demands, pushing sweaty hair out of her face. She’s disoriented. She still hears the shots and Kate’s scream in her head.

“Just a little demonstration. You asked for it.”

“What?”

“You asked me to. You think I’d do something like that without your consent?”

Steph looks at the door, heart racing.

“Oh, look. Twenty percent done,” Demi says.