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Maybe, Stephanie thought, as she curled up on the ground and weathered the repeated kicking Clayface had decided to deliver to anywhere he could reach, Batman was right and she really wasn't cut out for this whole vigilante thing.

It was a bitter thought, but not a particularly new one. Batman had made it clear as many times as it took he thought she was useless, and it was difficult not to feel that way when she went up against actual Rogues.

She felt something grab her collar and lift her up, flailing knives and batarangs that just sunk uselessly into his gooey mudlike flesh. She wished it was actual mud instead of some weird dna-shifting mess of protoplasm, because knowing that, she could never really get comfortable with all the bits of it that stained her costume. Mud was natural, somewhat, and washable. But fundamentally this was more like skin and cartilage sticking to her shirt and cape and that was so much grosser.

"You can't hurt me, little bat," he growled, slamming her against a wall, then considering for a moment before doing it a few more times, until Steph could feel something sticky and warm trickle down the back of her head, her brain rattled around in her skull. "But I can hurt you."

"The other Bats..." she coughed. "They'll stop you."

Clayface seemed to consider that, too. "They always do... don't they?"

"They do." She smiled with teeth stained red from her own swallowed blood. "And they'll do it again."

"I can't beat them..." he worked through, slowly, and Steph tried to wriggle free from his grip only for the mud to circle and suspend her by the neck. "But I can beat you..."

Stephanie clawed at the mud choking her, feeling her vision start to darken before Clayface finally let her go, falling gasping to the ground.

"Let's try this out for a change." Stephanie felt him shove her over, rolling her onto her back and climbing on top of her. "Open wide."

Her eyes shot to the biggest they could be as he shoved one massive muddy arm into her mouth, reaching down her throat with steady, squelching pumps. Compared to being choked off the ground, this was so much worse, the disgusting taste of his slime coating her entire tongue and the inside of her mouth as all she could do was punch and kick uselessly against him.

In optimal conditions, she knew she could hold her breath for three and a half minutes.

Choking on mud, feeling it push through her nose, and fill her stomach, Stephanie didn't last one before she felt herself black out.

It was a slow and hazy trip, waking up in the Batcave's medical cot, and she knew long before she recognized the eccentric interior, where she was. She recognized the painkillers more than anything. These were the good ones, she was doped to high heaven right then, and despite that she was going to have to give a report on what happened any second.

Nobody ever said being a Bat was easy. Actually, they usually said the opposite.

"Spoiler. Report," Batman's classically restrained voice came from beside her. She hadn't seen him approach, but even when she wasn't off her gourd on pain medication, she never did.

"Feel like shit," she mumbled.

"What happened?"

"Clayface robbed a thing," she waved a hand, vaguely. "Store, on Eighth. Stopped him stealing, but..." she coughed, throat still feeling absolutely disgusting after the encounter. "He got me good."

"Did you see where he went?" Batman pressed, and even from her half-floating mental state, she had to raise an eyebrow at that.

"Thought you guys were gonna stop him. Thought he was gonna kill me." She coughed again, throat raw and ragged.

Batman looked to the side, exchanging looks with some other member of the Bats, she was sure. "Clayface wasn't there when we found you, but he left the stolen goods behind. Something else must have scared him off."

Stephanie thought for a moment, as difficult as that was in her current state. "...Hood?" She asked, eventually.

"Wasn't in the area."

"Shit..." Stephanie closed her eyes, determined not to let herself cry in front of Batman again. "If I just stayed awake a little longer, I could have seen what scared him."

"Or died." Cassandra placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, approaching silently from her other side. "You don't worry, Stephanie. We take care."

Stephanie cracked a smile at Cassandra's uneven English, flashing her a thumbs up. "Thanks, Cass," she said, weakly, and Cassandra squeezed her shoulder with a smile of her own before backing off again.

"You're benched for two months," Batman said. "Use the time to recover," he moved away, "and reflect."

"Another brilliant superhero job by Stephanie Brown," she muttered to herself, sarcastically. "Really killing it out there, Steph."

It didn't take long for her to fall asleep again, but it took much longer for her to wake up. When she finally came to, the entire cave was empty and only dimly lit, her wounds had apparently recovered somewhat, even though everything still hurt, but she could tell she'd been swapped off the strong stuff onto something that'd give her a bit more clearheadedness, and she wasn't quite sure how much she wanted to think right then.

What she could tell was that she was hungry. Starving, actually.

"Alfred?" She called out into the dark cave. "...B?"

No response.

"Great." Stephanie was only able to stand waiting another two minutes before taking out her IV and sliding off the cot. She was lucky she'd apparently managed to avoid any broken bones, since trying to maneuver a cast through the occasionally slippery stone floors of the Batcave, she spoke from experience, was a complete nightmare.

Making her way to the elevator, and moving up to the mansion proper, Stephanie navigated familiar halls before finding her way to the kitchen and hopefully a peanut butter and jelly sandwich at the absolute bare minimum.

"Bread... almond butter, no, peanut butter yes," she moved the offensive sandwich topping to the side. "Blackberry preserves, yes please."

"Late night snack?" Barbara's voice came from behind her, and Stephanie jumped in place, somehow avoiding pulling any stitches, but it felt like a near thing.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Shit." She clutched her bruised ribs, leaning back against the counter to turn to the apologetic Batgirl.

"Oh god, sorry, Steph, I just got back from the Watchtower, didn't hear you got hurt." She reached for her, concernedly. "Are you alright, what happened?"

"'Sfine," Steph forced out, waving a hand. "No big deal, just Clayface roughed me up a bit. I gave as good as I got."

It wasn't true at all, but somehow Barbara's inability to keep that disbelief out of her expression hurt more.

"If you say so," she said, unsure, but changing the subject anyway. "How long you out for?"

"Two months." She turned back, ostensibly to keep making her sandwich, but also so Barbara couldn't see her expression when she said it.

"Yikes." Barbara passed her, opening the fridge to look inside. "What are you gonna do?"

"I'm not quite dumb enough to fight like this." Stephanie scowled down at her sandwich. "See how I feel in a month."

"It's probably not a bad idea to take the full two months, you know." She bent over, digging into the fridge's bottom drawer. "You've been going hard at it, maybe you just need some, unf, downtime."

Stephanie felt her eyes drawn downward, watching Barbara's ass sway slightly as she tried to work some tightly packed food free. The sweatpants and tshirt she was wearing were a far cry from her usual tight leather costume, but even like this it was impossible not to notice the toned and rounded shape.

If she had an ass like that...

Jealousy wasn't a new emotion for Stephanie to feel looking at a member of the Bats.

But this...

Stephanie felt heat pool in her stomach, mouth drying as she stared.

"Got it." Barbara pulled back, standing up with a pint of brightly colored ice cream in hand. "Steph? You alright?"

"What?" Stephanie's eyes blinked back to hers. "Oh, yeah. Fine. I'm... yeah, I'm all good."

That was... not jealousy.

Huh.

Stephanie bit into her sandwich, deciding to table that for a while.

"You hit your head, didn't you?" Barbara smiled, wryly. "You got all the signs of a concussion, are you sure you should even be out of bed?"

"I didn't 'hit my head'," Stephanie retorted, a bit defensively. "It wasn't like I tripped and fell cause I'm just that clumsy, I got picked up by a supervillain and slammed repeatedly into a brick wall."

"Whoah, sorry." She held up her hands. "That was bad phrasing on my part, I apologize."

"I'm so sick of it." Stephanie went to her supplies again, spreading peanut butter to make another sandwich. "I go to school and I'm top of my class. I go climbing I get record times, I step one foot in this house everyone treats me like a goddamned invalid."

"I didn't mean anything by it, Steph," Barbara said, gently. "Nobody wants to put you down, we're just worried about you cause we like you, and we don't like seeing you get hurt."

Stephanie finished her second sandwich, palms flat on the counter with her hair falling messily around her face. "You know that's not true."

Barbara blinked, surprised. "What's not true?"

"'Nobody wants to put me down'?" She echoed. "'We're worried cause we like you'? You know that isn't true, of everyone."

She bit her lip. "Jason-"

"Not Jason." She shook her head. "Don't screw around Barbara, you know Bruce hates me."

"Bruce doesn't hate you. If he hated you, he'd never let you in here, secret or no secret. He just..." she scratched the back of her head, uncomfortably, "doesn't always know how to show it."

Stephanie spread out another sandwich, angrily spooning the ingredients onto the bread. "You know, I wish you could feel it, sometimes. Cause to you, it has to look like Bruce just giving me a hard time, like he did you, but I tell you, when he looked at you I can guarantee what he saw was potential. He knew you could be a great superhero, knew all of you could, with the right guidance, and even if he gave an effort at pushing you back from becoming heroes, that's what he saw and that's what he damn well did. But you know what he sees when he looks at me?" Barbara opened her mouth to answer, but Stephanie kept going before she could. "He sees a stupid kid who's going to get herself killed, that's what. He doesn't think I'm a hero, doesn't think I ever could be one. He sees nothing in me, a big fat zero on the potential scale, and I really like you Barbara, but you have no idea what that feels like."

"I don't..." Barbara laid a hand on her shoulder, making her turn to face her. "I don't think Bruce sees no potential when he looks at you. It's just hard, after everything, for him to go through another student, another kid, to... get attached."

"And that," Stephanie removed Barbara's hand from her shoulder, moving away, "is why I wish you could feel it."

"Steph," Barbara followed after her, ice cream in hand. "Steph, come on, don't walk away mad."

"I'm going to bed." She waved a hand irritably behind her. "I have a concussion, remember?"

Barbara stopped following her not long after that, and Stephanie went back to the Batcave, to sourly climb back into the medical cot and try to sleep. For once, it wasn't the pain that was stopping her.

"Stupid Barbara, stupid Bruce." Her fists tightened around the sheets, bunching them up in her grip. "I don't need them to believe in me. I don't quit."

Even if it killed her, like Bruce and Cass, and whoever else thought it would, she wouldn't quit.

She was a hero, and that wasn't going to change.

Stephanie had her arms crossed, sitting up in bed to glare down at the sitting apologetic Barbara.

"I'm sorry, Steph," she said, a surprising amount of genuine emotion coming through with the words. "I didn't mean it, I hope you know that."

"I know." Steph's glare lessened, somewhat. "It's just frustrating."

"I know what it's like to be frustrated," she said, consolingly. "Maybe there's some way I can help..."

Stephanie mulled it over for a moment or two. "Well, I guess more time sparring on the mat is out for now, but short term if you bought me a couple fresh strawberries it'd go a long way."

Barbara laughed, sliding closer. "Fresh out of strawberries, Steph." She leaned closer, and Steph felt her hand slide beneath her shirt, soft fingers brushing against Steph's stomach. "How do you feel about cherries?" She asked, lowly, lips brushing against her cheek.

Steph felt her head dragged to the side, lips parting to let Barbara in, kissing her more and more hungrily, devouring her tongue, hot and wet and-

Slimy.

Clayface.

Stephanie jerked up, eyes blinking to adjust in the nearly pitch black cave. No sign of Barbara anywhere, but the remnants from the dream clinging to her despite that. The feeling of Barbara's hands feeling her up, of her kiss on her cheek, her tongue in her mouth...

Stephanie clapped her hands to her cheeks, waking herself up a bit more in an attempt to banish the far too vivid images from her dream.

"Jesus, what is up with me?" She muttered to herself, her thighs unconsciously rubbing together around the wetness that had gathered there while she slept. "Straight as the cut of a fucking diamond one minute, I get the shit kicked out of me, suddenly it's ogle my teammate season."

She thought for a moment. "I mean, I guess it's not the first time I've done that. Tim I-"

As the thought of Tim's ass or pecks came into her mind, Stephanie was suddenly overwhelmed with revulsion so strong she had to clutch the side of the cot and cough into the air because she thought for a moment she was going to throw up anything left in her stomach onto the floor.

"What the hell?" She tried thinking of Nightwing, Hood, Signal, but all of it produced the same effect: pure, almost foreign, disgust.

She dove for the table beside the bed, flipping her clothes around and digging in her pocket to pull out her phone, typing in to google the most pressing question of the moment.

'can concussion make you gay?'

Her eyes flicked back and forth, taking in several articles talking about rare cases where someone's sex drive went into overdrive after a traumatic brain injury, or stopped functioning altogether after the same.

No mention of swapping preferences.

"Decrease in inhibition. Increase in thoughts of sex, increase in sexual frustration, increase in personal irritability, come on, there has to be something that..." she froze, going up to the search bar at the top and typing in something else.

'poison ivy sightings gotham'

She scrolled through a few, flumping back into the cot with a sigh. Not even close. She was clear on the other side of town when Steph got attacked, even if she'd adapted some kind of new love pheromone that didn't make people love her exclusively, just women in general, and also feel disgusted by men for reasons Stephanie had no idea where to even begin grasping.

So... what? She was just gay now? Out of nowhere?

Cassandra's smile flashed in her brain, and Stephanie felt a bit of warmth in her chest at the image.

"I guess, not a hundred percent out of nowhere," she allowed. "I always thought Cass was cool, but never like... that."

Her image of Cass warped, imagining her naked far too easily with her usual skintight outfit as reference and feeling a surge of heat from below that made her clap her legs together in surprise.

"Shit. Okay, I definitely like that, got the memo." Her right hand twitched to do something about that, but with some difficulty she forced it down again. Out of ways she truly did not want to receive the disappointment of Batman, being caught jilling herself in the Batcave was very high on the list.

She really wanted to get home, but until she'd recovered more, that'd be...

Stephanie looked down at herself, tapping a few places like her arms and ribs experimentally after she noticed.

No pain. No wounds?

How long had she been asleep for?

She checked the clock on her phone. Two days after the fight with Clayface. She figured it probably took her at least a few hours after being brought to the Batcave to wake up, then she went to sleep for a while, made those sandwiches, went back to sleep and... two days? Really? A day and a half would have been concerning, but two full days made her wonder just how long they had her on the heavy painkillers after they brought her in the first time. No wonder she was so hungry the second time she woke up. Even the IV wouldn't have helped much with that.

She frowned, thoughtfully.

Two days also wouldn't have been enough to fully heal all those cuts and bruised ribs.

Maybe another Leaguer was in the Cave for something else and just sprinkled a little magic healing on her or something. Zatanna could do that, couldn't she?

Stephanie's mind instantly went to fishnet tights wrapped around juicy thighs.

"Jesus Christ, I get it." She jabbed a finger toward her nethers. "Down girl, not the time."

In her head, she ticked the 'increased libido' option for post-concussion her to the 'probably yes' category.

Removing the IV that had at some point been replaced in her arm while she slept, Stephanie climbed off the bed, looking down at the wet spot clearly left behind where her crotch was.

"Yeah, that's..." she covered the spot with the covers, hiding it from view. "There we go. That'll sort itself out."

She grabbed her clothes, changing quickly before walking to the elevator and out the front door, glad the sunrise was just barely cresting the horizon, so she still had a bit of time before the other Bats returned.

It wasn't like they had a wholly consistent schedule, but if they weren't back by the time the sun started to rise, it was usually a safe bet they'd be out another hour or two in some capacity, civilian or otherwise.

Stephanie climbed onto her bike and rolled down the road toward Gotham proper, wishing not for the first time that she had permission to use any of the multiple cars Bruce kept, even the non bat cars.

As she rode along, her head kept getting invaded by thoughts of Barbara, Cassidy, Zatanna, and whoever else randomly popped in there, either naked, or kissing her, or... occasionally becoming even more explicit.

Stephanie didn't have a lot of experience with sex, but she wasn't a virgin, which was what made the lack of any kind of specifics in those images so frustrating. In her head, she knew roughly what lesbians did together, but none of those pictures really came together, it was always hazy and disjointed.

She made it into Gotham proper, pedaling down grimy streets and on-fire trashcans in the lovely city she called her own.

That's when she encountered something she really should have figured on: cities tended to have women in them.

It really wasn't that they were any prettier than Cass or Barbara. In fact, going by athletic shape, facial structure, style, smile, personality, any reasonable measurement pertaining to Stephanie's tastes, there wasn't a chance any old random Gothamite could compare.

The only advantage they had right then was proximity. Somehow, that fact alone was enough for Stephanie's apparently sex-crazed mind to start picturing them naked.

It wasn't all the women, more the ones that fit what Stephanie was quickly coming to realize as the broad range for her new type. Fit women in a variety of hair colors and a distressingly large age range suddenly fell under her leering gaze as she cycled through the city.

But somehow, after what felt like an absolute eternity, she made it back home.

The few seconds it took to fiddle with the apartment keys felt like hours, and when she finally slammed the door open and shut behind her, if she saw her mom was home, she would have cried, but for once luck was on her side and she was able to lock the door and make it to her room, tossing her bag to the side just in time to land on her bed and strip her pants off her legs.

Her tshirt was still on, scrunched uncomfortably from the hurried way she jumped on her bed, and feeling far too hot and oppressive in that moment, but as Stephanie reached a hand into her underwear, it was far too late to think about removing it.

"Fffuck." It felt like she was reaching into a tap of boiling water, her drenched pussy puffed up and angry from the lack of attention. She'd barely brushed against the outside before she felt her hips buck forward against nothing, so sensitive she couldn't even recognize her fingers as her own.

"You don't worry, Stephanie," she imagined Cass sliding up against her, whispering to her roughly in that adorably imperfect way of hers, and suddenly it was too easy to imagine the fingers were hers. "We take care."

Teasing carefully around the edges, brushing against her clit that felt impossibly sensitive before spreading her apart and digging two fingers inside.

"Fuuuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," Steph cursed at herself, back arching against her pillows at the imaginary Cassandra's ministrations.

She chuckled, and what must have been a pillow pressed into her side shifted to be her, pressing up against her, warm and soft. "It okay, Stephanie. You let go now."

Stephanie came, spraying over her bed in a way she never had before, her frustration finally boiling over into this electric orgasm rocking down to the tips of her toes.

Her hand wouldn't stop.

"Come on, Steph, you didn't really think we were done before, did you?" Barbara on her other side, older, teasing, and suddenly the hand was hers. "We're not going to stop until you're aaaaall worn out. It's really the safest way to make sure you don't hurt yourself."

Steph bit her lip, rebelling against the words, until the hand cupped her roughly, palm rubbing against her clit, making her cry out.

"Don't pretend this isn't for the best," Barbara whispered, lowly. "I've been doing this a lot longer than you have, and experience," three fingers dipped in, stretching her wide in tune with the intensity of the words, "always. Wins."

She came again, her other hand sliding up to her shirt to cup sensitive breasts from underneath her bra, gentle and agreeable one moment, rough and commanding the next, still her fingers hadn't stopped.

"Always so sad," Cass whispered, solemnly. "Why not let help? We help. Let help."

"You want to know your potential, Steph?" Barbara chuckled, lowly. "It's this. It's always been this. You're just a toy for the Bats to pick up and put down whenever we want. Now be a good little toy," she smirked, the image so real it felt like it was burned into her brain, "and cum for us."

Stephanie screamed, cumming again, over and over, until exhaustion coated her like the juices destroying her bed, Cassandra and Barbara banished to the corner of her mind they came from and her hands finally stilled.

"Fuck." Her neighbors definitely heard that. She just had to hope it wouldn't make it back to her mom, or she'd be wondering just what her 'night job' was teaching her.

Stephanie threw her arm over her eyes, every part of herself shaking, too hot and too cold all at once, and heart feeling like it wanted to beat out of her chest. "What is wrong with me?"

Cass and Barbara were her friends, her coworkers. She thought they were great, but that... she'd never done that before. Never touched herself to any of the Bats, at least not since becoming one. She'd ogled a bit, sure, admired, but never gone that far, even for a moment.

This felt like she'd crossed that line with a backflip.

"I gotta get to Doctor Thompkins for a CT, figure out how much Clayface managed to rattle my brain." She sighed, bracing herself to get out of bed before finding all of her limbs were absolute jelly. "Or tomorrow. Tomorrow I can do that."

Stephanie's eyes slid shut, finally, for the moment, sated.

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When she woke up next, she felt significantly calmer. She wasn't sure if the concussion causing her increased libido had finally healed overnight, or if she was just that pent up after a few weeks of training, crimefighting, and not much else, but she was finally able to look at women again without automatically imagining them naked.

If she was left alone with her thoughts for a little while, it still happened, and she found herself generally a bit horny, but nothing like how oppressive it was just after Clayface. Stephanie also knew Bruce knew about her head injury and he had perfectly good CT machines in the cave, so wandering into Dr. Thompkin's office with, 'I think I have brain damage because I want to kiss girls,' struck Stephanie's more rested mind as something hugely embarrassing at best. If he'd spotted any physical problems, he would have told her, so everything going on just had to be something Stephanie would have to deal with mentally.

Currently, her favored strategy for that was working out at the local Y and avoiding Bat-contact for as long as she was able.

What? If she were good at dealing with her own mental problems, she'd lose her Bat status instantly.

That worked well enough for about a week. She was supposed to be 'in recovery' but there wasn't a single Batgirl or Robin yet that took that to mean stop getting stronger, and even if she wasn't technically in either category she wasn't about to buck the trend.

Barbara had sent some messages trying to check up on her, and Steph eventually managed to ignore them for long enough she was pretty sure Barbara would come in person, before replying that she was fine, laying low, and taking it easy. There was a bit more back and forth after that, with Steph answering whatever bland assurances Barbara wanted before finally she seemed somewhat satisfied.

Cassandra's tactics were different, no big surprise. She tended to communicate with a lot of funny pictures and videos she'd either taken herself or come across on the internet, just little ways to show she was thinking of Steph, she appreciated. Typically, when she was concerned, the frequency and amount of messages increased, and if she ever got truly worried a visit in person was assured, so Steph made sure to answer back fairly quickly with some funny pictures of her own, so she didn't get too alarmed.

Tim sent a single block of text message, updating her what he was doing, asking how she was and how her injuries were, and informing her of the status on the hunt for Clayface, which was apparently difficult given the whole shapeshifter angle, so no real progress yet.

Steph appreciated it, but didn't respond, knowing if he didn't flat out forget he sent it, he'd just get an update on her status from Barbara or Cass and consider it good.

One week, no Bats, no big problems.

Week two was when things actually started to get a bit better. She'd cleared her personal best time on the climbing wall, twice. She'd upped her weights and the amount of sets she did and barely felt sore. At a certain point she felt strong enough everything at the gym just didn't feel like a challenge anymore.

It was at that realization things went bad.

As was the intention, working hard at the gym was the main thing preventing her from thinking about the myriad things that confused and troubled her, as well as generally kept her libido under control. Once the gym wasn't keeping her focus anymore, that allowed it to wander to... everything else.

"Fuuuuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." The receptionist at the gym. That bodega girl. Her mom's coworker. That woman who bent over at the crosswalk. The movie trailer with that actress in the tights. Why were there so many pretty women everywhere? Why was it driving her so insane?

And let's not forget the two classics...

"Don't here," Cass' tender voice came to her. "We help in Cave."

"You know, I think this is the perfect place for someone like you," Barbara's voice curled in her other ear. "Playing with yourself in a grimy bathroom, this is where you deserve to be." A smile entered her voice. "Now you just need the girl out front in here. Imagine how much better it could be..."

Stephanie bit her lip hard enough she thought it would bleed, one hand down her pants frigging her own brains out in a bodega bathroom with a shaky lock. She'd been abusing her clit enough this week it was constantly puffed up and red by then, but somehow instead of getting painful, it only made it feel better.

"Hello?" The door jangled as the bodega girl knocked on it. "Are you alright in there?"

"Just let her in," Barbara purred in her ear. "You're much stronger than she is. What could she do to stop you?"

Stephanie's eyes widened, ripping her hand out of her pants and unlocking the door to sprint out of the bodega, past the very confused checkout girl and into the Gotham night air.

"What is wrong with me?" She stomped through the streets, flipping her hoodie up as the rain fell harder. "No, seriously, what the fuck is wrong with me?"

Last month she was thinking about asking Tyler from the rock climbing gym out on a date, now she'd flipped so hard the other way her brain suggested raping some girl she didn't even know while she was fingering herself in a public bathroom.

And for a moment, even a very small one, she'd actually considered it.

"What. The. Fuck?"

There had to be something. Some variant of the Joker gas, or Mad Hatter got to her somehow with his mind control hats, Two-Face spiked half the city's water supply with molly, something.

Because if it wasn't an attack, that meant it was her. And it couldn't be her.

Heroes didn't think about raping innocent bodega girls. They just didn't.

She had to get to the Bats. They'd be able to find whatever was in her system, clear it out.

But... what if they didn't find anything? What if she told them what had been happening to her and it was just all in her head? The look on Cass' face at that flashed through Steph's mind, and she felt sick down to her stomach as she walked in the rain.

What if there was something wrong with her, but they couldn't cure it? What if they locked her up because they thought she couldn't handle it by herself?

Stephanie's hands clenched into fists.

Well she could handle it by herself. She'd use the equipment in the Batcave to check for any gas or parasites or whatever else and in the meantime she'd just control herself. They were just thoughts. She'd never really go through with something like that.

Now she just had to-

A car sped past her at inadvisable speeds, dipping into a puddle and completely soaking her with dirty rainwater.

"Oh, come on." She flipped whoever it was off as they drove past. "Thanks jackass."

Her eyes strayed down to the license plate, or really, lack thereof. Instead, the black empty space where a license once was, held a white and green caricature of a smiling face.

"Shit."

Joker.

Steph started sprinting after it, glad she hadn't decided to take her Spoiler gear out of her bag even after being benched.

She could hear an explosion go off far behind her in some other part of the city, so that was likely some kind of distraction for the Bats. If she let this pass it was just asking for the Joker's crew to hurt more people.

Benched or not, weird thoughts or not, for the moment she was still a hero. She could handle this. She saw the car turn off toward the Gotham City Zoo, and figured that as likely a place as any for them to go, so she ducked out of sight for the handful of seconds it took to pull her costume on before resuming the chase under that assumption, managing to grapple up to the rooftops and find the car again in short order.

When it finally turned in to the Gotham Zoo, Steph was less relieved she was right and more annoyed. She'd fought villains there before and it was always annoying.

A few thugs got out of the car as she watched from a rooftop across the street, and then...

Harley Quinn.

Of course.

No Joker, probably for the best on that, but she was no pushover as Rogues went either.

She should call for backup...

'You're benched for two months,' Batman's voice came back to her, cold, not even disappointed that she'd failed again, just accepting, like there was never any doubt she would. 'Use that time to recover, and reflect.'

No. If she called in for backup, the only thing they'd do was tell her to stand down. Meanwhile Harley would get away with whatever she was there for.

She was recovered, and you know what her reflection told her?

"Bench this, B." She flipped off the roof, grappling to the front gate and shooting after them.

Now, a choice: she could use her surprise attack on Harley, hoping to take out the biggest threat before dealing with the goons around her, but if she couldn't take Harley out in one hit, if she missed, the attack would be wasted. Plus she'd be in the middle of the pack, needing to deal with Harley and the thugs simultaneously. Or, she could stay at the edges, take out a couple thugs and try to deal with Harley once her honor guard was gone, but in a straight up fight Stephanie wasn't sure she could beat Harley.

Really only one option, then.

Stephanie pushed off the front gate just as the grapple ended, conserving her momentum into a front kick flip slamming down onto Harley's head.

Except.

"Woo." Harley twisted to the side, the kick sailing through empty air, dodging even from behind. "Almost got me with that one."

Stephanie gritted her teeth, wincing against the worst case scenario.

"Awh, you're the purpley one, ain'tcha?" Harley walked leisurely back to her car, digging inside there for something. "What was the name? Spinner? Spanner?"

Steph crouched low, letting one of the thug's baseball bats swing overhead, her foot shooting out into a legsweep before backstepping another thug's knife.

"No, there was definitely an 'L' in there, somewhere, I remember that much..." Harley mused, still looking in the car as the other thugs closed around Steph.

Her arm came up to block a lead pipe, glad for the armor there as she managed to land a gutshot that had that thug keel over, elbowing another in the throat and disarming the knife wielder.

"Spiller? Spooler? Oh, now I remember." Steph was breathing heavily, finally able to gain some ground on the thugs when Harley's voice came again, sharp and clear, and way too close. "Spoiler."

She'd gotten behind her, must have wriggled through the car and come out the other side to circle around while she was occupied, and the next thing she knew, Steph felt something thick and heavy crack against her spine, launching her forward to roll against the parking lot pavement.

Steph was barely able to roll out of the way of the followup strike, Harley's giant wooden hammer slamming into the ground beside her far too reminiscent of an overeager patron at a crab restaurant. Especially since Steph was the crab, in this instance.

She kipped back to her feet, the action coming far smoother than it usually did, and deftly dodged away from the hammer, not eager to play human croquet again quite so soon after her first experience.

"Why'dja go with Spoiler, anyhow?" Harley asked, bending impressive strength toward swinging the hammer her slender shape belied. "You keep spoilin' the end of movies, and wanted to give folks a warnin'?"

"Hilarious," Steph grunted, twisting to push off the ground with her hands and deliver a double kick to Harley's midsection. "Literally never once heard that before."

"Touchy touchy." Harley pouted, winded by the kick, but not seriously damaged. "Someone's pent up."

"Like you wouldn't believe," Steph muttered, throwing a batarang to stick to the handle of Harley's hammer, then detonating it, cracking the head off. Harley managed to keep the heavy thing from falling directly on her foot, but it was a near miss, for sure.

"Ooh, now we're getting to the juicy stuff," she said gleefully, charging forward to grapple her. "When was the last time you got any?"

Stephanie's eyes widened, distracted by the clown girl's breasts pushed into her stomach as she tackled her to the ground. "You actually heard that?"

"Puddin says to always clean your ears every day," she pronounced cheerfully. "Helps the brainwashin' go down nice and smooth."

Stephanie pushed against her, flipping her onto her back and reversing the grapple with surprising strength, Harley's lips parting into an 'oh' at the sudden switch.

"What are you planning?" Steph demanded, one fist reared back.

She grinned, cheekily. "Who wants to know?"

Steph slammed her fist into Harley's face, feeling white hot rage bubbling in her blood. "You think this is how I want to be spending my night?"

Harley giggled. "I'm sure you didn't have plans."

Steph punched her again, then again, and again, and through it all Harley just laughed, even as Steph could feel the resistance drain out of her body.

"You psycho clown bitch, just give me a straight answer," Steph shouted, and Harley smiled up at her with red stained teeth.

"Why don'tcha make me, Spoiley?" She taunted, so cocky even in defeat. Cocky and completely, undeniably, crazy. Crazy enough Steph would have wanted to avoid her even if she wasn't a supervillain.

Steph leaned down, and before she even knew what she was doing, forced her tongue into the clown's mouth.

It was disgusting. Even with the guarantee she didn't have that Harley was at all discerning in what she put in her mouth, there was enough blood in there from Stephanie's beatings to make a girl throw up. But every time Steph tasted that iron tang, knowing it was her handiwork just sent a shiver down her body she couldn't control.

She should have been worried Harley would bite her tongue; a part of her was expecting it.

No part of her was expecting her to kiss back.

Her tongue was long, longer than Steph's definitely, with an almost rubbery quality she'd never felt before. Steph felt her body flush with heat at the reaction, blood rushing down and with her underwear still soaked through from her earlier, interrupted, session.

She could feel her brain already trying to rationalize this, telling her innocent bodega girls were off limits, but criminals deserved everything they got.

Steph released the hold she had Harley in, moving her hands to roughly cup the girl's tits instead, bigger than either of the batgirl's, soft and hot and right in front of her, eager for her to take.

Harley laughed as she pulled back, but this time it was coated with surprise, and want. "Oohoohoo, you weren't kidding about being pent up, Spoils. Your party box must be just about ready to pop about now." Harley's hand dipped low, cupping Steph's pussy, and even through the thick armor of her costume, it was enough for her to shudder at the light fingers ghosting over it.

"Shut up," she bit out.

Harley grinned, eyes lit with excitement. "Make me."

Steph grabbed Harley by the collar and ripped down, exposing her tits to the air a moment before her mouth closed around one, biting, squeezing, sucking on the tit like she needed its nonexistent milk to survive.

At the thought of her tits filled up with milk, something else happened. Steph's brain was filled with images of Harley, puffed up and pregnant, pregnant like she once was.

Bred by her.

Steph felt her stomach twist, clitoris puffing up more and more until the guard around her crotch felt impossibly tight, and as she worked to unbuckle the armor, Harley's eyes lit up even further in surprised enjoyment.

"Awh, I knew you'd be a fun one, Spoils. The other Bats never want to play with widdle ol' me." Harley lifted her pussy up, grinding against her eagerly, glistening wet even through two sets of clothes. "And don't worry if it's ya first time with a distinguished lady, I'll teach ya nice and proper what it's like to do the nasty without a..."

Steph finally finished unbuckling, opening her pants and letting the desperate shape of what was once her engorged clit out into the night air, steam wafting off it like it truly was as hot and confined as it felt.

Harley's eyes widened, none of the previous taunting superiority as she finished her thought. "...cock."

Glistening with her own juices, long, and thick enough it looked like she'd need to force it to fit through even Harley's big mouth, what could only be a cock was growing out of Steph's body.

It should have stopped her cold, should have soaked her through to her core how wrong this whole thing was, how obvious something really was going on with her.

Steph laid a hand on the thick pillar, gasping at the pleasure shooting through her even at the simple touch.

It should have.

Steph reached down to the tear she'd made in Harley's costume, ripping further, all the way down until her bare pussy was exposed, no underwear in sight for the clown girl.

"Oh mama," Harley gulped, eyes glued to the impossible fuckstick still wafting steam. She laughed, weakly. "Be gentle?"

Steph grinned down at her, something wicked in the action she couldn't care less about in that moment. "Make me."

Steph aligned herself with the entrance to Harley's pussy, still soaked wet from everything they'd done, still eager no matter how much this had shaken her, and with a last dying thought she should stop, she thrust forward into her.

Steph had been wrong. All this time, everything she thought she knew, it was all wrong. She didn't like boys. She didn't want to be a hero. Nothing about this wasn't exactly as it should have been.

As she sheathed herself in Harley Quinn, her folds gripping onto her cock like hers was the last on the planet, wanting this, needing this from her, Stephanie knew everything else was wrong. This was the only rightness she'd ever experienced.

Harley moaned, hands bunched up on the shoulders of Steph's costume, and Steph reached down to bite along her neck, something animal taking over, wanting to mark her, own her, make her scream.

"Awh, fuck, fuck. Fuck me, Spoils. Fuck ya mommy like she needs it." Harley yelled, completely disregarding everything around them, the knocked out guards, the car, the plan, the asphalt parking lot that must have been digging into her back like knives, none of that mattered.

Steph pounded into her, tongue lolling out of her mouth in pleasure, and she went back in for a kiss, wanting every part of her to know who owned her now.

Harley took her tongue without an ounce of resistance, that same rubbery tongue coiling around her own, communicating her defeat more thoroughly than any words could.

Steph felt her pussy twinge again, something hot and itchy burning against it, and as she reached one hand down to rub herself there, electric shocks coating her being at the double pleasure, she finally felt two bumps form at the base of her cock, thickening with every passing moment before they finally dropped, two perfect spherical balls, she could already feel were churning with seed.

Steph pulled back from the kiss, pressing her head against Harley's, so all she saw was her eyes, all she heard was her voice. "I'm going to knock you up, clown," she promised. "I'm gonna pump you full of everything I have, and you're not gonna do anything about it. I'm gonna breed you at the zoo, like the animal you are."

Harley's eyes lit the most at that, a grin splitting her face, drool coating her chin. "Breed me, Spoils." Her legs reached up to Stephanie's back, forcing her in further, locking her in place. "Make me your pet. Give me that pudding and be my new Puddin. Do it. Do it. Do it. Do it. Doitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoitdoit."

Stephanie pushed in the furthest she could go, pressing right up against Harley's womb as her legs stuck her there in a way the tightest of vices could never have managed, and Steph came, pumping load after load into the villain, making her give a bloodcurdling scream into the empty Gotham air, before finally collapsing, a demented smile on the clown's face.

Stephanie pulled out, cock slowly starting to soften, and reality setting in as blood began flowing back to her brain once again.

She looked down at the well bred clown girl, at the cock, bigger than she'd ever seen, growing out of her where it was never supposed to, and the rightness of before gave way to a creeping, unsettling, wrongness.

Steph picked up her discarded armor, grabbing her batarangs, grappling line, whatever else could link her to the scene, and fled, running, grappling, changing back into street clothes as quickly as she could before making it back home, shutting herself in her room and locking the door.

Steph sunk to the floor, pressing her hands into her eyes and shaking. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"

Now she'd raped someone. She couldn't go to the Bats anymore, not now she was a criminal. She had to take care of this herself. She could do this. She had to.

But, even while thinking this, Harley Quinn was rousing herself on the other side of town, and as she dipped a hand into her snatch, pulling out a thick glob of semen and catching it on her tongue, there was one piece of evidence she was at the scene, Steph hadn't thought about.

"Mmm, that's a juicy one." Harley shivered, cupping her pussy and awkwardly waddling to the car so she could dig out one of the vials they were going to use to collect that rare snake venom from the zoo. In her mind, that plan was now completely overruled by a much more pressing one. "There you go, nice and easy." She pressed the vial against her pussy, watching some of the slimy seed fall inside with a wide smile before lifting it up to her eyes. "What do ya think, Maury? Do you wanna know who the father is?" She rubbed the vial against her cheek, humming. "Awh, I'm sorry, Spoils. But if you think I'm a one night stand, you got another thing coming." She corked the vial, grinning down at it. "I'm in it for the loooong haul."

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Steph liked tight pants. That wasn't the worst part, wasn't even close, really, but it was the latest problem, and one that hurt more than she expected it to.

"Shit." She tossed another pair of pants to the side, glaring down at the offending appendage dangling from her crotch. None of them fit anymore. At least not without being painful or advertising a lot more than she wanted.

If she removed some padding she could use her Spoiler suit, but seeing as she was still supposed to be benched it would probably ruin the subtlety aspect of returning to the Cave to run secret tests on herself.

Finally, she managed to dig out a pair of old pink tracksuit pants she used to wear on laundry days back when her and her mom were living in an apartment without a washing machine. They looked terrible on her, but they were comfy enough and didn't feature a bold denim outline of her monster cock, so really what was she even complaining about?

Throwing a shirt on after it, Steph grabbed her bag and went out the door, passing by her mom on the couch as she went, passed out still in her nurse's uniform.

She froze hand on the handle, sighing and heading back to find a blanket to cover her mom with, gently placing it over her.

"Whatever happens, I won't bring you down with me, mom," she promised, quietly. "Sink or swim, it's on me."

She turned away, some bitter part of her whispering, 'what else is new?' in the back of her mind.

The door to the apartment shut behind her, and Steph climbed onto her bike to pedal back toward the Manor, hoping beyond hope she wouldn't have to explain what she was doing there to any of the Bats.

"What are you doing here?"

Hope wasn't worth what it was used to, apparently.

Steph turned to the smallest Robin, deliberately taking a beat looking above him before she lowered her gaze to actually see him, his scowl deepening. "Oh, there you are."

"Cut the games, Brown," he snapped. "You're benched. There's no reason for you to be here."

"I happen to have more reasons to be here than just crimefighting, Damian," she rolled her eyes. "I'm here to see Cass-" Her cock twitched, dangerously. "Tim." She shook her head. "Tim, I'm here to see Tim."

Damian's eyes narrowed at her. "Right."

She passed him, entering the mansion proper but feeling his gaze pressed into her back all the while.

Batman's newest protegé wasn't her least favorite or anything. He was more an unpleasant reminder of her position in the Bat hierarchy. Up at the top were Dick and Barbara, real heroes who had proven themselves time and again, then there was Jason because murderers got a free pass, Cass who it felt like the taciturn Bruce wanted to like a lot less than he did, Damian, a literal toddler, Tim, who felt like he was on thin ice more often than not, then after that was cosplayers, the teller at the bank, girl scouts, a pile of dirt with a batarang on top of it, and Steph all the way behind that.

Okay, so she forgot Signal and Batwoman, and probably a few more, but the point was, everyone else, dirt, her, up to and including the ten year old raised by an actual psychopath who was still allowed to be a superhero despite all that.

Stephanie cooled her quickening heartbeat, annoyed just a short encounter with the brat managed to get her worked up to this extent. She knew she shouldn't let other people have that much influence over her; actually implementing it was the hard part.

She made it to the Batcave, thankfully empty for the moment, and began the careful process of drawing samples from herself and taking readings.

The bad news was, half the equipment in the Cave, she had no idea how to use or read. The good news was, the other half was either ordinary hospital equipment she knew about from her mom, or devices used often enough in her presence she at least knew how to turn them on.

Her tox screens finally came back.

No Joker Venom.

No Fear Gas.

Nothing from Ivy.

No drugs in her system, molly or otherwise.

She did have a concussion, a pretty bad one, but there was nothing supernatural about that, and it was healing as quickly as everything else was.

The only two physical signs she could point to that something was wrong with her was, well... the penis, for starters, and also the fact when she weighed herself she'd somehow gained fifty pounds.

Steph looked at herself in the mirror, in loose fitting clothes, and a little disheveled. She'd put on a bit more muscle, she supposed, since the last time, but fifty pounds worth?

No, that was definitely a clue.

That left her with, increased weight, stronger libido, maybe some kind of enhanced healing, decreased sense of morality? Or was that just because of the libido thing? Shorter temper, oh and also a big old dick to accompany her ladybits.

If she couldn't find any toxins to explain it, then that meant either she wasn't using these machines correctly, or it was something magical happening to her. Something magical meant she could talk to Zatanna about it.

Her dick gave another twitch.

Talk to Zatanna from a safe distance, maybe separated by a screen.

Great. That would wor-

"Stephanie?"

Steph froze at the voice, curious and warm, and not nearly a safe enough distance.

"Cass, hey," Steph turned, instantly reddening at Cassandra in sweatpants and a sports bra coming down the stairs into the Cave, getting closer, almost within lunging distance...

Steph backed up, and Cass raised an eyebrow, concernedly. "Injuries, feeling?"

"Yep, I'm fit as a fiddle." Steph gave a shaky thumbs up, feeling blood rushing low, pumping her cock bigger, thicker. "All good, just came down to use the training equipment, you know how it is. But I did and I'm done now, so it's all yours."

"Want spar?" She asked, innocently, and Steph imagined wrestling with her, pinning her down, right where she wanted her.

Just like Harley.

"No," she said, quickly, and a bit too loud. "No thanks, Cass. I still think I might be too... sore for that, right now."

"Ah." Cass nodded her head. "Tender."

"Yeah, some parts of me are..." throb, "very tender."

"Okay." Cass passed her, heading to the training equipment, and Steph did her best not to shudder at the softly clean soap she smelled of, nothing identifiable, nothing that would give her away on a mission, just her in a way Steph couldn't pin down.

Pin down...

Steph shook her head, running too quickly up the stairs and out the door again, half hardened cock knocking distractedly side to side as she moved.

"Shit." Night. She'd wasted her entire afternoon on those tests and came out with hardly anything to show for it. Now the Bats were out in the city, and the Rogues more than likely the same. That was fine. She just had to keep her head down. No interacting with any villains, no even thinking about any Bats. Head straight home, call Zatanna and she'd be fine.

Steph's stomach grumbled as she stopped at a light, one hand going down to it, idly. Right, she'd also wasted her entire afternoon without eating.

Was there any food at home?

Steph cast her mind back to the last time she checked the fridge, vaguely remembering being disappointed, even if she couldn't quite picture what was there, it wasn't much. Her mom probably hadn't gotten around to doing any shopping yet either.

"Okay fine. Stop at Batburger, then go home, talk to Zatanna, get this fixed, and never think about it again." She turned off the main street, heading to the closest one she knew of, right on her old walk between home and school.

She wished she'd eaten back at the Manor, but like hell she was going back there now.

This was still fine, it was just Batburger. Supervillains didn't even attack Batburger, it was all cat museums and theme parks.

"Yeah, can I get three Batburger Deluxes, an order of Night-wings, large fries, and a drink, please?"

The man at the checkout counter eyed her up and down. "...to go?"

"For here."

She really should add increased appetite to the list of symptoms.

Steph unwrapped her first burger.

"Nobody move." The front door was dramatically kicked open, the one man she probably wanted to see right then even less than Batman walking through to level weapons at all the restaurant patrons. "Phones, wallets, and jewelry in the bag now. And no runny business. I'll relish the opportunity to take down anyone wanting to play hero."

"Why." Steph slowly rose from her seat. "Why here, in the entire city?"

He angled his weapons toward her. "Sit down there young lady, before you make a gravy mistake."

Condiment King. The one, exclusive supervillain in the entire city who actually would assault a Batburger.

"Please leave." She pinched two fingers to the bridge of her nose, breathing out a frustrated sigh. "I will hurt you."

"Aioli live once, but if you can dijon it out, you better be able to take it, too." He fired his condiment guns her way.

She crouched low, the ketchup and mustard flying overhead, before running up and across a booth, then leaping forward to knee him in the face, dropping him faster than a wet sock.

"Are we done?" She yelled down at the unconscious Rogue. "Was that it? That's what you interrupted my dinner for?"

She wanted to kick him. She really wanted to kick him. She could feel her foot wind back to kick him, but she forcefully lowered it again, stomping back to her food.

She was dimly aware of the restaurant clapping that the villain was defeated so quickly, but really she just wanted to eat her burgers.

She finally bit into the first, relaxing against the cheap pleather seats. That's it. Everything was fine. No more complications.

"Detective Montoya. Care to explain what happened here?"

Oh yeah, cops were a thing.

As Steph looked down at her, by then, half eaten meal she figured she really should have gotten it to-go at the very beginning and just avoided all of this.

As Steph looked up at the incredibly attractive Dominican lady detective, she figured, 'holy shit,' and the stubbornly active growth in her pants seemed to agree, distractingly shifting with the sight.

"Uh, Condiment King was here trying to rob people, I hit him in the face, then he stopped trying to rob people?" She shrugged at the bemused detective. This was so much easier in costume when she could pretend to be mysterious, then just leave when she wanted to stop answering questions.

"Uhuh." She marked something down in the notepad she was carrying, lips quirking as she did so.

Wonder how those lips would look wrapped around her dick...

Stephanie forced the thought down, shifting slightly so her quickly tenting pants were hidden a little further under the table.

"A few of the other witnesses say they saw you dodge past his initial strike and hit him with a flying knee strike, like a, quote, 'fighting game character's goddamned special move'." She lowered the notepad, to give Steph an amused look. "So..."

"He pointed a gun at me and I ducked, like a normal person? Then I jumped off a table cause I was trying to tackle him, and I guess I overshot and knocked him out." She waved her hands dismissively. "I took a women's self defense class at the Y a couple years ago, but this was mostly just kind of going for it. Whoever said that sounds like one of those Batman chasers looking for him around every corner."

'Now bend over this table and show me that ass,' her brain unhelpfully added to the end.

"Right, well it's the official stance of the Gotham Police Department that civilians do not engage with supervillains." She finished penning down something on the pad before looking up again, smiling. "But unofficially, thanks. You've saved a lot of these people from having a crappy night."

"Hey, maybe you could give me a hero's reward," Steph said, the statement coming out a lot less like the joke she intended and a lot more like a particularly lustful come-on.

The detective's eyes widened slightly, surprised, before cracking a smile. "Maybe some other time, 'hero'. Can I have your name for the statement?"

Maybe she should just take that reward now...

"Stephanie Brown," she answered, ignoring the persistent thoughts as her dick rubbed up against the underside of the table.

"Thank you, and have a good night." She finished marking down the name and moved on to another witness at the scene, leaving Steph with half her meal left, and a raging erection that didn't feel like it was going down anytime soon.

"Fantastic," Steph muttered, resisting the urge to try and 'take care of it' discretely. Jacking off in a crowded Batburger was so far from the top of her bucket list.

She'd just sit there, finish her food, and wait for it to go down.

It didn't go down.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Stephanie pedaled as fast as she could down the street, frustration etching itself onto every nerve in her body. She just had to make it home. If she made it home, she could take care of this, call Zatanna, lay low and it'd be fine. If she just made it home, this incredibly annoying day would finally be over.

She ran the red light, ignoring the cars beeping at her as she went. They could go to hell, this was an emergency.

She nearly crashed into the bike rack at her apartment, fumbling with the keys to her lock before she finally made it inside, shooting past her mother digging into her purse for something. "Stephanie, I'm heading to the store to pick up food, do you need anyt-"

"Nope. All good." She slammed the door to her room, back pressed against it and eyes squeezed shut as she waited.

When she heard the front door finally open and shut, Steph reached into her pants to grab her cock, shuddering at the instant pleasure the action provided. "Fuck. These things are serious."

She moved the waistband of the tracksuit pants down, letting the underwearless monster free as she kicked them off and to the side. It took a force of will to release it for a moment so she could shuck her shirt and throw it in the corner, but when she finally fell back onto her bed and closed her eyes she could give her full attention to the angrily neglected cock.

"You should have dealt with that detective right then and there," Barbara's voice filtered in through her imagination, squeezing the cock tight, rubbing it fast. "You could have shoved her into a bathroom stall and had her take responsibility for the state she left you in. Instead you pussied out, and now look at you: desperately jacking off instead of letting her do it for you. Pathetic."

"Need keep head clear," Cass's voice came on the other side, gently cupping her balls, and lubing up her fingers with the juices constantly gushing out of her own pussy, before moving up and down the length in slow rhythmic strokes. "Can't neglect. Make mad. Make mistakes."

"Awh, there's no need to do this all by yaself, Spoils," Harley's voice came next, a little further away, like she was actively beside the cock and not whispering in her ear. "Here, let me help ya out."

Steph felt something hot and wet lick up the side of her cock like a lollypop, a long and rubbery tongue distinct enough she could identify it in an instant, and her eyes shot open to see the real Harley Quinn in her room slobbering up her cock with a big dopey smile on her face.

"What the fuck?" Steph's blood ran cold, confusion, fear, pleasure, rushing in so much at once she couldn't move against it all. "What are you, nnn," she bit her lip as Harley licked some more. "What are you doing here? How did you, ffffuck, find me?"

"Boopy-doop, you donated blood to the hospital, sweetcakes." She lifted her head above the cock, dripping down a long string of saliva to coat it as slender fingers glided down its length like a treasured artifact. "That means they had your dna on file, and I just had to match it to all the yummy dna you left in me last night." She giggled, leaning in. "Yummy yummy yum-" Harley's head dipped down, lips closing around the shaft and taking it all the way into her throat, Steph's toes curling, spots flashing in her eyes at the white hot pleasure surging through her with the action.

"Fuuuck. Fuck. I came inside you." She tightened her hands into fists, bunching up her blankets around them. "That's so much dna evidence. I led you right to me."

Harley hummed, her throat vibrating around Steph's cock, making her inhale sharply at how close to the edge it was bringing her.

"I'm gonna cum," she hissed, barely holding on. "I'm gonna cum, do you have a tissue or-"

Harley pulled back, black lipstick smudged all down the length, until it was just her tongue remaining, sticking to the head like it was a frozen pole. "Feed me, Spoils. Feed your baby momma her puddin'."

"Nngh," Steph finally let go, Harley giggling as she sealed her mouth over the tip, catching strand after strand of her thick, gooey, cumshot, right on her tongue.

"Fuck. This is so fucked," Steph groaned. "My secret identity's toast. I just fucked a supervillain in my room. I gotta take you to Arkham. I gotta take me to jail, I can't-"

"Aww, you got so many worries in that big ol' brain of yours, don'tcha Spoils?" Harley rubbed her face against Steph's twitching cock, already reviving its softening length. "But I know exactly what you need." She gave a big sloppy kiss to the side of the dick before pulling back, flouncing her big ass over to Steph's closet, and bending over to undo a padlock she must have placed there. "I figured ya wouldn't be happy I figured out who ya were, so I prepared a little peace offering ta help smooth the road. Didn't know what shoe size ya wear to get ya a nice pair o' heels, but I figured there was one thing I knew ya liked..." she opened it up and hoisted the object inside, no wrapping on it apart from a simple purple bow.

Livewire, bound and gagged and looking pissed off to high heaven without a speck of clothing on her.

"Can I pick 'em or what?" Harley asked, throwing her on the bed beside Steph. "Got those primo Belle Reve collars that shut off her powers." Harley dipped a hand down to idly work the supervillain's pussy. "Still gives a little shock, sometimes, but that part adds to the fun, dont'cha think? It just ain't screwin' if it's not reminding ya of a good run of electrotherapy."

The villain tried to say something, but the gag muffled it into incomprehensibility, and as Harley quickened her fingers, eventually it looked like the glare she was shooting the clown's way was becoming more and more difficult to keep pure.

Stephanie watched, feeling her insides buzz, hair lifting from the static in the air as Harley brought the struggling blue skinned girl to unwilling orgasm, and as she felt her dick raise to its full length again, still slick with Harley's spit, she felt that voice in her head telling her this was a bad idea slowly suffocating away.

"I think she liiiikes yooouuu," Harley teased Livewire, moving behind her so she could wrap her legs around the electric girl's and force hers open, pussy twitching and exposed as her eyes widened fearfully; Steph's thick pillar of dickmeat steadily moving closer.

"She's a criminal," Steph was muttering to herself. "I didn't put her in this situation. I'm under a curse or something. This is just the curse doing this. I can't be blamed for what the curse does."

Livewire tried to speak, scream, anything, but all that came out were soft squeaks that only made Steph harder.

Steph's hands landed on Livewire's modest chest, squeezing and kneading as her well-lubed tip rubbed up against the villain's folds.

"I don't know how Harley got you here," Steph whispered to the villain. "I don't know if she shipped you in from Metropolis, broke you out of prison, anything. I don't care, either. You're meat Harley picked up from the butcher, a gift for me." Steph batted at the bow pressed into Livewire's hair, dipping in close so she could get right in her ear. "I own you now."

Steph thrusted forward, spearing Livewire on her monstrous dick, just close enough to hear her muffled scream as new heaven enveloped her.

If Harley's pussy was a velvet vice, Livewire's was a coil twisted around her dick, tight enough it almost hurt, and buzzing so much it made her back teeth tingle.

"Fffuck, it's like biting into a powerline." Steph felt her hips move faster, pistoning in and out like she could fuck the charge back into her. "Feels like I'm trying to stuff a sausage into a fucking, nnf, coin return. How many dicks you take before this? Negative five?"

Livewire's head lolled over, muttering something darkly as a tear streaked down her face.

"No fucking way, you're a virgin?" Steph laughed, leaning forward to lick the tear off her face, salty and coppery all at once. "How much of a gloomy bitch must you have been? Bet you wish Supes would have given you a hand with that, Kryptonian dick must be the tits."

She grabbed Livewire's face, kissing her through the gag, her moans just barely audible from so close. "I'm gonna take good care of you, baby. I'm gonna make you a productive member of society, like the hero I am. I just have to, mmf..."

She shoved forward, powering through until her whole cock was hilted within her. Livewire screamed again, all her insides stretched and mashed aside, giving way to this enormous fuckpillar splitting her apart.

"...break you in, first," Steph finished, viciously, shifting back until just the tip was inside, and hilting again, repeating the process over and over until Livewire's eyes rolled into the back of her head, her drooling spit soaking right through the gag.

"Aww, where's all that fight you had in you before?" Steph taunted, rhythmically feeling her balls slap against her ass. "I'm just kidding, you didn't fight this at all. You wanted this from the very start, didn't you? Wanted to feel something besides the inside of a fucking light socket."

Livewire's eyes slowly came back to focus on her, or as much as they could when Steph was shaking the whole bed they were on.

"You felt so fucking lonely you started hurting everyone around you. You thought if you could just be so much of a cunt to people no one would want to be around you, it wouldn't hurt as much when they didn't want to be around you. That's why you didn't fight this. Because for once in your life, someone chose you." Steph laughed. "Yeah, as fucking rapemeat, but still." She grunted, feeling her dick so close to cumming, but tightening her stomach, forcing it to wait just a little longer.

"I'm gonna cum inside you," Steph told her, and Livewire's eyes widened again, but she continued. "Ah ah ah, you don't get a choice in that, big surprise. I'm gonna breed you right here, right now. And if it doesn't take today, I'm gonna do it tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, until it does. You're a cut of meat from the butcher, you're mine." Steph kissed her on the cheek, and Livewire's eyebrows furrowed, confusedly. "That means you're stuck with me. And I'm not going anywhere."

She closed her eyes again, more tears streaking down her face, but with a different meaning this time.

"Ahh, you like that, don't you?" Livewire's head slowly nodded. "Thought so. Welcome." Steph thrusted forward once. "To being." Twice. "Mine." She pressed as far as she could go, collapsing into Livewire, and Harley still right behind her, fingers playing with her pussy all the while, watching as Steph worked over the fresh meat she'd brought.

And Steph came, white hot breeding sperm shooting rope after rope inside the supervillain's virgin pussy, squeezing down to milk her cock like a press as she came in the same instant.

"Fuuuck, fuck, fuck. So tight. Shit." Steph felt like she'd need a tire jack to release her cock from Livewire's pussy at this rate, but she rode out the orgasm, finally slowly allowing her softening dick to slide free.

"Wowee," Harley cheered, hugging Livewire tight against her. "That went better than even I thought it would."

Steph felt dizzy, leaning roughly against her bureau to catch her breath. "Shit. Harley, take off her gag. She should be able to cuss me out by now."

"Yeeeeaah, she's kinda..." Harley slapped her face around, lightly, to no real response. "Unconscious, at the moment, so that's a no go on the talkies."

"I knocked her out?" Steph barked, disbelievingly.

"That was a loooooot for someone's first time, Spoils. I'd be shocked if your cock didn't reach all the way up and scramble her marbles into jelly." Harley giggled. "Who knew Livey still needed her cherry popped. She's gonna be ruined for anyone else now."

"This is all so fucked up." Steph shook her head. "I shouldn't even be talking to you, I..."

"Aww, Spoils." Harley shoved Livewire to the side, springing off the bed to reach Steph, gloved hands moving down to caress her tender dick. "What about all that stuff ya were sayin' before? Reformin' criminals, takin' 'em off the streets, doesn't that sound worth it?" She leaned in to whisper, nibbling on her earlobe. "Wouldn't Batman be happy about that?"

Steph shuddered, wanting to push the clown away, wanting so much more to keep feeling her hands on her dick, so soft and skilled it was like she knew everywhere she was weakest even before Steph did. "I guess... if they're criminals."

"Exactly." Harley grinned, eyes shining like she could see hearts and stars imprinted on the insides. "Only the worst of the worst. Scout's honor." She reached a hand low, unzipping her crotch and revealing a quim so sopping wet it was dripping onto the floor. "Now reform me, Puddin. Reform ya little fuckpet."

Harley slid Steph's cock inside her, fucking her standing in her room with the unconscious Livewire behind her, and Steph let it happen, mouth closing around the sadistic clown's, feeling her tongue meet her own.

Really, like this, it all felt so reasonable.

Why did she want to cure this again?

Ah well.

Who cares anymore?

Chapter Text

Leslie Willis woke up with her pussy on fire, pain and pleasure lancing through an interminable stretched soreness it didn't take long to identify the source of. Nor who exactly to blame.

"Quinn," she shouted, lightning crackling all around her to illuminate the darkened room she woke up in, quickly appraising it as a warehouse of some kind, a lone mattress her bedding.

She moved close to one of the containers, electricity licking up her fingers. "You better come out now, Quinn, before I start burning boxes."

"Gah-" a voice from a box by her bed she quickly found was a baby monitor of some kind said suddenly. "Gimme a couple minutes, Livey, I'm on my way. Had ta go shoppin', but now you're rushin' me."

"I want an explanation, Quinn," she roared at the monitor. "You spring me from prisoner transport, bring me to some random blonde chick's place with a cock the size of a cell tower, goad her into taking my virginity, fuck you for that. And now I'm..." her pussy throbbed, headache pounding in her skull. "What the fuck did you do to me?"

"Yeesh, you're impatient," Harley grumbled from the monitor. "One sec."

Leslie heard something jangle at the door for several moments before growing impatient and blasting it off its hinges, the burning slag launched directly over the cringing clown.

"What the hell, Lives, you coulda killed me," Harley snapped.

Leslie grabbed her by the collar, lifting her up with lightning arcing off her. "You raped me, Quinn."

"Fair point." Harley giggled, bringing a cup out from behind her and holding it out in front of her. "Peace offerin'?"

Leslie's eyes strayed to the cup, some fast food brand emblazoned on the front and a straw coming out the top.

"What is it?" She asked testily.

She shook it slightly, rattling the straw. "Milkshake?"

Leslie's stomach grumbled.

"What flavor?"

"Vanilla."

Leslie gripped her collar tighter, feeling her headache pound harder. "I don't like vanilla."

Harley's smile just grew wider. "You'll like this one."

Leslie really didn't enjoy how ominous that sounded.

"Did you drug it?" Leslie shook her. "Did you?"

"Really should have kept yer collar on," she muttered. "Just take a sip, you'll know what I mean."

Leslie snatched the cup out of her hand, throwing the clown to the floor. "I swear to god, if this tastes even a little off, I'll kill you." Harley held her hands up in surrender as Leslie lifted the straw to her lips, darkly muttering, "degenerate psycho frea-"

The first drop of milkshake hit her tongue, and Leslie felt her legs clamp together, her entire body quaking with a mini orgasm, the rich syrup sliding down her throat, sweet and salty and warm in a way no milkshake should be.

"What the fuck was that?" She demanded, wrenching her arm away so she wouldn't take another sip no matter how much she was tempted to. Already, she could feel her headache easing, even as the tenderness of her pussy only sharpened, squeezing around nothing, wanting, empty. "That wasn't a milkshake."

"Ya got me." She shrugged. "It's batter."

"What batter, like cake batter?" Leslie finally felt herself lift the cup up to her lips once again, slurping down that heavenly juice, thick and viscous on her tongue. "It'd explain the texture..."

"Weeeeellll..." Harley hedged, a big smile still spreading up her face. "Maybe a bit more like... baby batter?"

"Baby batt-" Leslie ripped the cup away from her mouth. "You're feeding me cumshots at eight in the goddamned morning?"

Leslie looked down at the cup, feeling her stomach squirming with disgust at the idea warring with her brain's fervent desire to keep guzzling it down for as much and as long as possible.

"Can't get enough of it, can you?" Harley chuckled, darkly. "I could feel it the very first time her precum made its way inside." Harley's hand landed on her stomach, smiling softly. "It felt like it was always part of me just coming home, and when she told me she was gonna give me a baby, ooh-" she shivered, gleefully. "I could feel my brain light up like a big ol' Christmas tree."

Leslie felt drool pooling in her mouth, staring down at the cup in her hand, at the effect it had on her with slowly dawning horror. "It did something to your head..."

"No, silly." Harley flounced up to her feet, throwing her arms around Leslie's shoulders and drawing her closer, touching their foreheads together. "It did something to our heads." She giggled. "You're gonna do whateeeevverr Stephy wants from now on, just to get a taste of that sweet sauce, and from now on we're gonna do the same thing to all the lovely ladies she wants."

"But... why?" Leslie shook her head, hand around the cup going slack. "Why do this? If you were just addicted you could have convinced her, had her all to yourself, she didn't ask for me. Why bring me into this at all?"

"Oh, Livey." Harley gently took the cup out of Leslie's hands, popping the top off and lifting it into the air. "It's not about what she knows she wants." She tilted the cup over, sweet, trickling sperm sliding out of it and Leslie felt her mouth open to receive it, that blissfully sweet addiction coating the inside of her mouth with blessed relief. "It's about doing what'll make her happy. That's what sweeties do for their puddin's." She chuckled again, lowering the cup to Leslie's mouth, her taking it to guzzle down whatever remained there without resistance. "You'll get with the program, sweetie. I know ya will."

Leslie felt the warmth fill her stomach, so perfect there, but knowing how much better this would be fresh, straight from the source, and even as she idly scraped across the inside of the cup with her tongue, the hunger to feel that cock again only grew.

Was this really better than being alone?

A loose glob finally wriggled free to land on her tongue, and Leslie shuddered at the fresh pleasure it gave.

Maybe it was.

The good news was, Stephanie was the most clearheaded she'd been in weeks. Her sexual frustration was at a recent time low, if not an all time one. She'd gotten some of her temper back, was able to approach things a lot more rationally, and it had been a while since she'd been haunted by sexual fantasies of her coworkers, best friends, and mentors. All of that she saw as strict benefits matching or even exceeding her mood before the accident and curse or whatever it was began.

The bad news was, these benefits were earned as a result of Harley 'belongs in Arkham' Quinn sucking her off in the morning and fucking her at night every day for the past four, something Steph just kept letting happen because holy shit it was everything she'd ever wanted and more every time any part of Harley's body was on her cock.

So a mixed bag, to be sure.

Harley hadn't brought Livewire back since the first time in her mom's apartment. Steph figured that was because she was so pissed off it'd be safer to keep her at a distance, but Harley said something about 'preparing her' that she, concerningly, refused to elaborate on further.

Steph tried to insist on her bringing Livewire there so she could apologize for, well, the raping, and the taking of her virginity and everything, but every time she tried to get more stern about it, Harley would start rubbing up against her, and by the time she'd finished fucking her into a wall, she'd pretty much forget all about Livewire for a while.

In the times Harley wasn't around, Steph was still a vigilante, however, and no matter how much Batman didn't want to train her, he was still around her, and she knew how an investigation worked.

Her new... use, with the possibly magically created dick swinging between her legs, didn't mean she didn't want to find out where it came from or how dangerous it was. It just meant her first priority wasn't quite immediate removal anymore.

"Chicks growing dicks, huh?" Zatanna eloquently rephrased Stephanie's report with no small amount of amusement. "Well, I can't say it's unheard of. There are minor conjurations some witches use to spice up the bedroom, or something more woven into the person would probably be something from the demon side of things. A pact, a curse, a gift, maybe, but 'pleasures of the flesh' aren't exactly the bailiwick for a lot of the straightedge magics. Pair that with the increased lust and orientation change and that's the kind of mental magic a lot of demons go for anyway. If you're looking for answers on your mysterious 'Jane Dick', though, why not ask Batman? He wouldn't be able to use any actual countercurse to it, but he has more than a few magic texts digitized, you'd be able to find a likely culprit at least."

"I'm technically benched at the moment," Steph admitted awkwardly, "and the 'Jane Dick' would prefer this not get back to Batman, if possible."

"Alright," Zatanna allowed, uncertainly. "But if there are any other symptoms, then let me know sooner rather than later. Demon magic doesn't trend upward, typically, if you know what I mean. I should be done here in a week or two to check it out in person. Can you wait until then?"

A few days ago, Steph would have said absolutely not. But she was clearheaded, now, reasonable. "Yeah, I can wait."

"Remember, let me know if anything changes, even if it seems innocuous," Zatanna pointed at her through the computer screen. "Promise?"

"You got it." Steph saluted. "I can guarantee I'll be keeping an eye on it."

"Oh my god, don't use it." Zatanna crossed her arms in an X in front of her. "Until we're sure what it is, no one should even be touching that thing. I didn't think to mention that before because it's so obvious, but still."

Steph tried to keep most of the panic off her face. "Right got it. Don't use it."

Zatanna looked at her, oddly. "No one's actually been doing anything sexual with the genitals of possibly demonic origin, right?"

"That would be hugely irresponsible," Steph said, seriously. "And would show a complete lack of control in the face of temptation."

Zatanna pursed her lips. "Uhuh."

"Well, you've gotta be super busy, so see you when you get here," Steph waved nervously at the camera.

"Nothing sexual, remind her of that, okay?" Zatanna emphasized.

"Consider her thoroughly reminded," Steph assured her. "Thanks for your help, bye Zatanna."

Steph quickly closed the call, sighing hopelessly to herself.

"Guess it's back to the gym..." Steph peeled herself off the bed and got into some newly purchased clothes on the baggier side. She couldn't count on pink tracksuit pants to keep her going all the time anymore, especially now that she had a week or two before Zatanna could even look at it.

"Boop-e-doop, cumshot o' clock." Harley appeared through the window, and Steph slammed her against the wall.

"Would you shut up? One of these days, my mom is going to be home and she can't know you're here," Steph hissed.

"Awh, you're always so rough with me, Spoils." Harley thrust her hips forward, grinding against Steph's crotch, and Steph groaned, tossing her to the side to bounce against her bed.

"Not today, Harley." Steph picked up her bag and quickly walked out of the room before the sadistic clown could do anything to change her mind.

She just had to make it a couple weeks for Zatanna to get there and declare everything harmless. That was fine, she'd had dry spells before. Contrary to the whispers in her high school locker rooms, Steph wasn't actually a raging slut. She could do this.

She just had to keep her brain off it, and she'd be fine.

Easy.

Keeping Harley at bay was quickly becoming a trial. It wasn't enough that she knew where Steph slept, and was ready and willing to break open locks on windows to creep inside at night. That, Steph could deal with to an extent. Crashing in the Cave on nights Barbara and Cass were far away, or on one of her dwindling old friend's couches was doable. Harley was a stalker, but Steph had been getting better at spotting her and losing her, that aspect was enough Steph managed three days without any issues worse than desperately uncomfortable morning wood. It was when Harley changed tactics that the real trouble started.

"Hiya, Stephy." Steph did a double take, then a triple, at the blonde haired girl who approached her in the gym. No obnoxious costume or white face paint in sight, just a sports bra and a pair of yoga pants so tightly cropped around her cameltoe Steph wondered how they didn't rip completely down the center every time she moved.

"Oh no," she breathed at the dawning horror of what Harley was doing.

"You wanna spot me?" She leaned over, rocking her ass back and forth gently right in front of her, stirring Steph's cock from its previous distraction. "Some of these weights are sooooo heavy."

In any other situation, Harley finding out Steph's secret identity would have been an absolute cataclysmic emergency. That was because it wasn't just her home that would make her a target anymore, wasn't just the ability to follow her back to the Cave or use family against her. It was anywhere, everywhere, Harley could find her in her daily life and attack.

Why did she think she was immune to that in this case?

Granted, the form it was taking was a little different...

"Would you stop that?" Steph snapped, both annoyed and far, far, too tempted to do something about the raging erection tenting her pants. "Zatanna said this thing might be demonic. I'm not doing anything with it until we're sure it's safe. You can live for a week without getting dicked down, can't you?"

Harley giggled, picking up a shakeweight and suggestively moving it up and down with fast, dextrous strokes. "Can you?"

Steph watched her for a few minutes too long before shoving past, grabbing her bag and making her way out of the gym, Harley's laughter following behind her.

She could do this. She could.

No matter what Harley tried.

Harley tried everything.

She stopped Steph's bike for a wet tshirt 'bike wash'. She dressed in maid outfits and cheerleader uniforms, and when those didn't work she found Steph in the subway and just groped her.

Steph found it incredibly annoying how hypocritical her anger at Harley not taking no for an answer was.

It had been five days since she'd started refusing Harley, and Steph was beginning to think she was going insane. Her dick was hard all the time now, her balls ached with how full they were. She couldn't stop remembering how Harley's mouth and pussy felt, how much she wanted to fill her and Livewire up, it was making it impossible to get anything done.

She needed a distraction, and clearly the gym wasn't viable anymore.

Less than a month after she'd been benched, Stephanie donned the Spoiler costume and went out into the night.

Feeling the rooftops beneath booted feet, and the air whistling past her as she grappled here and there was the first bit of real normalcy she'd felt since she'd been benched. Everything about her brain and body was mixed up and backwards, but this was the first thing that felt really right.

Batman didn't want her out here, but this was where she was meant to be, she could feel it. This was her.

In the twilit air, rushing in no particular direction with the moon on her back, Stephanie was able to fully relax for the first time in a long while.

She dropped below to the street level to deal with a purse snatcher, then again for a mugging, once or twice just to give directions, nothing too dangerous, but there. Helping.

It felt so good just to help again.

"Spoiler." Barbara landed on the roof beside her, dressed in her full Batgirl ensemble. "Aren't you supposed to be benched?"

"Got restless." Steph shrugged, backing up to a safer distance as the girl's skintight suit made her dick give a persistent throb. "Sticking to small stuff, you know. Staying out of trouble."

Barbara's lips pursed, dissatisfied. "I heard you also took down Condiment King as a civilian."

Was she serious? First time she’d really talked to her in weeks and this was what she was leading with? Stephanie felt anger surge through her at that. The judgement, the double standard.

"I'm... confused." Steph's eyebrows furrowed. "You'd rather I just let everyone get robbed?"

Barbara sighed. "Steph, of course not. Tim was already on his way. A few more minutes and-"

"Well maybe I didn't feel like giving it another few minutes," Steph retorted, hotly. "Maybe I didn't know he even knew what was happening and maybe I made the best choice I could in that moment."

"I'm not asking you to do nothing, but silly or not, Condiment King is a rogue, and not being able to sit still and gather information on a situation for a few minutes is one of the things B gets concerned about with you."

"I did it right," Steph emphasized through gritted teeth. "No one got hurt. The cleaning bill wasn't even that high this time, and you know that's always been a problem with Condiment King. If you want to rag on me for being a fuckup, fine. But wait for me to actually fuck up next time."

"I'm not ragging on you, and you're not a fuckup." Barbara raised her hands placatingly, like she was calming a horse. "I just want you to be-"

"Careful?" Steph finished for her. "Like you're always perfect? You just came back from a fight with Poison Ivy, right?" She jabbed a finger down at Barbara's cape. "What the hell is that?"

Barbara looked down at her cape and the flowering vines slowly growing along it, cursing as she went for the clasp on her cape, finding the vines twisted around it. "Shit. Shit. Shit. How didn't I notice this?"

Steph pulled out a batarang, coming closer. "Hold still. I'll cut it free and-"

"Stay back," Barbara warned. "It could be-"

The entire plant erupted in a shower of red dust, and Steph and Barbara both coughed for a handful of moments before the pollen's sedating properties brought them down, blackness on the edges of their vision before covering it completely.

Steph knew she should be frightened. Poison Ivy was one of the most dangerous rogues Batman had, and she was going to be delivered right to her unconscious. Still, she couldn't shake a small bit of smug satisfaction at being right. This was Barbara's screwup this time, not hers.

The thought brought her way more spiteful comfort than it should have.

Poison Ivy watched as her plants dragged the two bats into her greenhouse hideout, stringing them up with vines and securing them on trellises to await the other Bats' eventual arrival.

The old Batgirl and the new whatever she was supposed to be were not exactly her most prime hostages yet, but she also doubted they'd be all that much trouble, so the compromise wasn't the worst. The old Batgirl had cut up several of her most prized plants earlier that night, however, and that was not a vengeance she was quite willing to let slip.

The only question was, what was she to do? Feed them to a giant pitcher plant and bathe them in its digestive juices? Bury them alive to feed their struggling bodies to the roots of her babies? Maybe she'd just feed them seeds and watch the plants burst out of them, the options were nearly endless.

The girl in purple, the spare Bat that had been acquired not recently enough to be novel but not so old to be a threat, stirred first. Curious, since that amount of pollen she breathed in still should have given someone of her stature another few hours being unconscious at least.

When she looked up and her eyes caught on Ivy, she groaned, closing them again. "Oh no. Not you."

Ivy grinned at her reputation. "This just isn't your lucky day, is it?"

"Listen, can you just keep your distance, not do anything weird, and put on some clothes, please?" The purple girl pleaded.

Ivy blinked. That was... not the reaction she was expecting. "I don't think you're in any position to demand things of me," she sneered. Even if the demands were odd, they still qualified as such.

A plant vine carried her forward, enough she was within a foot of the girl. "You should know I don't appreciate all you sidekicks' attempts at humor."

She squeezed her eyes shut, leaning as far as she could away in her bindings. "You should know I'm really not joking."

Ivy lingered there a few moments more before drawing back, her nose strangely itchy with some half remembered scent.

When she'd gotten some distance, the purple one's eyes opened again, scanning around the room in that typical bat-way, though lingering far longer on her than usual.

Interesting...

"Do you find me distracting?" Ivy leaned back onto the massive leaves of one of her plants, bare legs crossing over each other to draw attention, and like clockwork the girl's gaze was focused right on them.

She groaned after a moment, forcing her eyes away again, and Ivy got a sadistic thrill at the obvious discomfort her taunts were providing.

"You should know I don't have a poison kiss that affects women." She walked forward, drawing close yet again as her voice dropped to a sultry purr. "I prefer they give themselves to me willingly."

The vines around the girl's wrists snapped, and Ivy found herself suddenly on the ground as the girl held her there, breathing heavily.

"What was that you were saying?" The girl managed lowly in between deep breaths, like she was trying to control herself. "About wanting me to give myself to you?"

Once again that half-familiar scent came back to her, stronger now, but Ivy didn't have time to analyze it against the far more pressing matter. She flexed her will, summoning more vines to restrain her, but the girl's hands closed around her throat, pressing down hard enough Ivy wasn't sure the plants would be able to pull her off before she'd be choked out. With another Bat to contend with, along with whoever else coming along later, allowing herself to fall unconscious like that was nearly suicidal.

"Call them off," the girl growled, and Ivy reluctantly did so, content with the knowledge she'd be able to call on them again as soon as she slipped up.

"I'm trying really hard," the girl said, voice sounding pained as the tightness of her grip around Ivy's throat lessened, "to control myself here. You have really not been helpful on that, but I want to be good. So here's the plan: you let me take you in, and I don't do anything to you. Zatanna takes a look at me in just a few more days, and fixes whatever she has to, then next time I see you it'll all be normal, okay?"

"You think I'm gonna turn myself in to you?" Ivy laughed disbelievingly. "I don't even remember your name."

"It's Spoiler," she said through gritted teeth. "And please stop talking."

Even with her hands on her throat, Ivy wasn't willing to be lorded over so easily. "Or what?"

"Fuck." Spoiler reached one hand down, fiddling with a buckle on her waist for a moment or two before giving up and tearing something off. "Fuck. Fuck. I wanted to be good." She unzipped some segment of her costume, dropping her pants and letting something dripping and heavy land on Ivy's stomach like a wet hot coal, almost searing itself into her, and suddenly the smell she'd been getting in whiffs and parts was oppressively clear.

Ivy felt her mouth water uncontrollably, some mammalian instinct she hadn't burned out of her system reacting to the scent.

Harley.

Ivy's mind spun. Harley had been visiting more often lately, she'd had a new soil she'd been bringing as gifts. Ivy had tried it and it... it was this.

Mixed in with some dirt she probably picked up off the side of the road, but nutritious, sweet, and dizzyingly, intoxicatingly, good. It couldn't have been anything else. Harley had been weaning her onto it, ensuring something like this would happen. She'd smell it, react, flirt with the Bat until...

"Open wide." Spoiler shoved the massive shaft of meat right past Ivy's widened lips, filling her mouth and throat in an instant with that suffocating scent.

This girl was kneeling on her chest, rutting into her mouth like an animal, a savage mammalian tactic she should have found disgusting.

If her body didn't already crave the absurdly nutritious nectar held just within.

Ivy felt her lips close fully around the dickflesh stuffing her mouth more than any conscious action making it so. The damp warmth of her mouth beginning a pleasant suction to draw the girl's pipe in, a gooey pitcher plant of her own making.

"Why am I not surprised?" Spoiler grunted, thrusting in and out, slippery saplike saliva coating her shaft every time. "Forget crimefighting, Batman oughta open a fucking brothel for you freaks."

Ivy reached her head forward, forcing more of the cock meat down her throat every time she thrusted in, squeezing around it, steadily milking the sweet liquid right out of her bit by bit. Even the precum tasted better than a fresh summer rain on her leaves, to actually taste it directly, not covered by some low tier soil or hidden by aftertastes, she could hardly contain her patience.

But Spoiler's patience was similarly strained.

"Sorry about this." She reached her hands down to either side of Ivy's head, fingers twisting into fistful's of her hair. "I mean, not super sorry, but I'm a lot more used to Harley so you're just not-" she yanked, forcing Ivy's head forward, slamming her face into the wiry hairs above her cock, forcing the last few inches further down her already oxygen deprived throat. "Going." She slammed again, the hairs tickling against Ivy's nose even as she felt her eyes start to roll into the back of her head from the far more pleasant choking method. "Fast enough." She did it again, and again, and again, Ivy feeling thick, desperate nuts containing what she so badly wanted bat teasingly against her chin, so close to suckle on, but her mouth thoroughly occupied elsewhere.

Then with a final grunt, Spoiler drew her in the furthest yet, pumping that thickly virile juice directly into her stomach, every inch of Ivy's half plant insides able to taste it all the way down.

Even feeling blackness creep around the edges of her vision, Ivy pressed herself as much as she could to the spurting cock, drinking it up like an addict needed heroin, utterly transfixed.

When Spoiler finally pushed her off and Ivy could gasp for air a part of her felt such a profound sense of loss at being separated from the source it knocked her partially to her senses.

She had to escape. This was dangerous. This was screwing with her head in a way she wasn't expecting. If she let it go on further, she wasn't sure what would happen, only that she wouldn't be in control anymore.

Ivy started to crawl away, moving to the oversized orchid she knew would be able to contain her safely and scuttle away to another safehouse, leaving the Bats behind.

Then Spoiler's hand landed on the back of her neck, pinning her down as that molten pillar of throbbing dickmeat landed on her back.

"What the fuck did I just say?" Spoiler growled, shifting back so Ivy could feel the cock sandwiched between her asscheeks, hotdogging up and down them, dripping white hot precum onto her back. "I said keep your distance, don't do anything weird, and put on some clothes, but you had to fucking test me."

Ivy felt her stomach drop out at the anger in her voice, the sawing between her cheeks going faster. She had to escape now. With a flex of her will, the vines from before returned, heading toward them.

"Now I have to break you down, like the others." She sawed back again, but this time Ivy felt the precum dragged back, soaking into her asshole as Spoiler pressed the head of her cock against it. "You watch movies, red?" She leaned in close, hot breath tickling against her ear. "Rosebud."

Spoiler thrust forward, forcing her way into Ivy's ass and crippling her concentration on the vines as she felt herself completely filled by the massive cock.

"Agh, fuck." Spoiler cursed, pushing further. "Nng, it's so different in the ass. Why didn't I expect it to be different?"

Ivy gasped at the intrusion, feeling her body quiver around the meat stretching her apart, twisting her own insides around it like a stem curling around a post, accepting it completely.

That was when Ivy made the latest in what was a frankly legendary series of mistakes in that scenario.

She moaned.

"Oh-ho-ho," Spoiler laughed, smug satisfaction coating her tone as she smelled blood in the water. "So you do like this."

Ivy bit her lip hard enough a bit of chlorophyll began leaking out. "I don't- mmg," she moaned again, her body craving the heat, the fullness every time Spoiler thrust in like she was designed solely for this. "This isn't- ahnf." She couldn't stop herself. Every time she tried to protest, "you can't- unfghuh," her body intervened and told her rapist exactly how she really felt.

"You know, this dick might be demonic." Spoiler laid against her, reaching her hands back to squeeze Ivy's exposed tits lasciviously. Another mammalian trait she hadn't been able to get rid of. A handy tool for seducing weak men before, but now?

Ivy inhaled sharply at the fresh warmth her hands brought there, the pressure and pleasure building up in a way she'd never prepared for.

"I figure it's a really bad idea to use it like this." Ivy felt the cock filling her ass grow hotter, and somehow larger as she moved, stretching her groaning hole far past her limits. "But you know, on second thought? I kinda hope it is." Her tone grew darker as she pushed, stretching deeper, further. "I hope this thing steals your fucking soul. I want you to lose your mind to this, to need this so bad I can wear you like a fucking keychain. I want to seal your way into hell with this cock, so you know..."

She felt the dick inside her twitch, pulsing in anticipation and Ivy felt her own climax shaking through her before Spoiler could even finish.

"This is the closest to heaven you're ever gonna get." Her hands closed around her neck again, choking her, and Ivy felt the orgasm that was almost over still inside her, held in this extended limbo where the pleasure was still crashing into her without end as she couldn't suck in a breath.

Then Spoiler came, filling her up more and more, her insides accepting that craven seed like she could plant it inside her and grow more, thick fruits she could suckle on all day, and before that thought had even completed, as the pleasure surged through Ivy's brain in an earthquaking orgasm, she knew Spoiler's prediction was already correct.

She hated the idea of serving humanity, putting herself, her plants at risk, all of it, but after this?

Use her, abuse her, chop down every tree in the rainforest and fuck her brains out in the parking lot built over them, just let her have this again.

Ivy crashed against the ground, cum bubbling up from her ass as Spoiler drew out of her, but before she could react to anything else, she leaned in again, speaking lowly to her. "You talk to Harley, right? Tell her what happened here. Tell her you're mine." She laid a hand in an almost caressing gesture against her bruised neck, and Ivy shuddered at how much she found it attractive. "And tell her to bring me another one."

Spoiler pulled away, leaving Ivy gaping and shuddering on the floor as she adjusted her cock back into her partially torn pants, and ripped the still unconscious Batgirl out of her floral restraints, carrying her along with her out of the greenhouse.

All Ivy could do was lie there, dripping cum onto her back, out of her mouth, sore and paradoxically revitalized.

"I'm going to kill Harley," she muttered to herself.

"...or maybe thank her."

As the orchid accepted her sleepy embrace, it was with these split thoughts unconscious found her.

Marked. Owned.

Houseplant life never felt so good.

Chapter Text

It took a while for Barbara to finally stir from Ivy's poison. That wasn't a problem, Stephanie really didn't mind carrying her out and finding a safehouse to lay her down in. Actually, if anything, she was startlingly easy to carry, so Steph figured all her gym time was starting to pay off. Still, it was odd it took her so long to wake up when Steph had so early. She wasn't willing to start ascribing every strange circumstance to her cock, but in this case it was tempting to blame it on some aspect of the curse giving her a sort of poison resistance.

Demons were probably resistant to poison, right? That made a little sense.

Barbara sat up on the safehouse bed, rubbing her head with a hand before looking up at Steph. "What... happened?" She said, oddly uncertain.

"We got taken by Poison Ivy. I managed to break free and escape, got you out too and now we're here." Steph shrugged. "Didn't stop whatever Ivy's plan was, but we're alive, so..."

"Yeah..." she looked at her a moment more before shaking her head. "Yeah. Sorry. The poison this time is messing me up more than usual. How'd you get us out?"

"Just managed to muscle through the vines she had us tied up with. She was distracted, I ripped you out too and got out." All technically true things. "You can thank me anytime, you know."

Barbara hesitated for a moment before smiling. "Thanks, Spoiler. You did good."

Steph always found it a little annoying how much Batman insisted everyone use the codenames while suited up. They were in a safehouse with no one else around, but it was still always Spoiler and Batgirl instead of Steph and Barbara.

Whatever, there were reasons for it, but that didn't make it less annoying.

The amount she just wanted to hear a 'good job, Steph,' was more than a little pathetic, she knew that.

"Well, I got to get back." Barbara swung her legs over the side of the bed, standing up. "Batman still needs to know what the situation with Ivy is."

Steph grimaced, lightly. "How annoying you think he's gonna be about me going out when I'm supposed to be benched?"

Barbara clapped her on the shoulder, smiling wanly. "Very. But you'll get through it."

She moved to the door, patting herself down for a moment to check all her gear was still there before withdrawing her grappling hook and leaving the safehouse, and Steph alone inside.

"Welp." Steph changed out of her Spoiler costume and back into street clothes, thoroughly exhausted for the time being. She was tempted to just sleep in the safehouse, but to be honest she didn't particularly want to be around Bat stuff right then.

Besides which, it would have been a little cruel to keep someone waiting.

"Excuse me, miss?" A glasses wearing woman with a baggy grey Gotham University hoodie and criminally tight black jeans stopped her on the street. "I just got car trouble, ya see, and-"

"You can drop it, Harley," Steph interrupted her, amused. "I've decided to very unwisely ignore the advice of the magic expert I specifically contacted about this."

Harley gasped, covering her mouth with eyes so wide in excitement and wonder it looked more like she'd just been proposed to than that she was told cock was back on the table. "Does that mean...?"

"That your car?" Stephanie jerked her head to the car beside her, with its hood popped open as if it needed some kind of repair it almost certainly didn't.

Harley opened up the backseat door, jumping back to lie down against the seats with a lascivious smile. "Tinted windows," she hummed, tapping a knuckle against the glass behind her.

"Well, now." Steph climbed in after her, closing the door behind her. "Why would a nice GU student like you need a thing like that?"

"It's one of my professors, ya see. Some creepy old man, every time I slept in my car it felt like he was watching me. I had to have em installed so nothing would happen."

"That's what you wanted?" Steph reached a hand down, rubbing at Harley's dripping cameltoe through her jeans. "For nothing to happen?"

"Well..." Harley reached a hand down, cupping Steph's already hardening cock. "...maybe not 'nothing' to happen..."

Steph dipped her head to Harley's forcing her tongue into her mouth like that very first time, feeling Harley's own wrapping around hers, knowing what she could do with it.

Outside of her costume, Steph had chosen her new pants well enough they could usually disguise her uncomfortably large dick, and as a fringe benefit...

"Aww, I missed ya, baby." Harley spoke to the cock just released from its confinement to land on her stomach.

Easy access was a must.

Harley's jeans were chosen less for that and more for aesthetics; once that purpose had been fulfilled, it wasn't like she needed them anymore.

Steph tore them open, the zipper hanging loosely off to one side and the button flying to tink against the window.

"You're just as much of a creep as that professor, ain'tcha?" Harley purred.

Steph grinned, nastily. "Oh I can promise I'm much worse."

Harley never wore underwear, even and especially in these 'disguises', so the fact Steph could reach down to squeeze her tits completely unprotected through her GU hoodie wasn't much of a surprise, but it was greatly appreciated.

The fact she was still bucking forward with her pussy, trying to rub it against Steph's shaft like it was an extra mouth wanting to eat it was a level of desperation even Steph hadn't dreamed of.

"You really want this that bad?" Steph asked, pulling her cock out just out of reach.

"I neeeeed it," Harley pleaded. "Ya were so mean to keep it away from me. Ya nearly drove me crazy, Stephy."

"You're already crazy." Harley tried to buck forward again, but Steph pulled back, just out of reach. "But if you really want it so bad, you just have to beg for it."

Harley didn't hesitate an instant. "Pleeeease. Please, ya gotta let me have it. I'm not even a person no more. I'm just a pet and ya gotta take care of your pets, don'tcha? Pleaaaase. Pleasepleasepleaseplease-"

Steph laughed. "Good girl." She thrust forward, soaking her dick right down to the base as Harley's pussy devoured her entirely.

"Yesss. Yesyesyesyesyesyesyes." Harley started foaming at the mouth, finally getting her prize as Steph fucked her.

She should have been satisfied with Ivy just earlier, but after several days of going without, she felt backed up enough her balls ached, and Harley seemed just so eager to help with that.

Steph groaned, pumping into her, feeling herself get hotter as Harley squeezed her, wanting to milk her so badly, fogging the tinted windows until nothing could be seen even if someone pressed right up against them.

"You know," Steph grunted, rutting into her slick velvety folds. "When you were talking about bringing me someone else, another villain, you had someone in mind, didn't you?"

Harley giggled, breathlessly. "Maaaaybe."

"Who was it?" Steph dipped down, biting against her neck, tongue tasting the old marks there from before.

"Awh, that'd spoil the, nnnm, surprise," she managed between desperate moans.

Steph felt her smile grow, feeling Harley's pussy squeeze tighter even just talking about it. "Was it Ivy?"

Harley gasped. "How'd you- nnnfuck, know?"

"Cause Ivy's already mine." Steph bit her harder, making her yelp, slightly, her pussy contracting again with the pain, squeezing, wanting. "Guess you'll have to pick someone new."

"I'll bring ya someone new," she promised, hands scrabbling against Steph's back, bringing her as tightly wrapped against her as she possibly could with each thrust. "I'll bring ya whoever you want. I'll surprise ya, hero, villain, hell I'll give you Batgirl herself if ya-"

For a moment, an image eclipsed her vision, of Harley sitting behind Barbara, spreading her legs forcefully as she struggled to make it out, captured, specially prepared just for Steph to make hers...

Steph felt her dick throb at that, growing thicker inside Harley who sucked in breath through her teeth, giggling lowly again.

"Ooh, you like that, don't ya? You want Batgirl allll nice and ready for ya, trussed up like a big old prized turkey." Harley pushed back in tune with Steph's thrusts, fucking her harder even as her arms wrapped right below Steph's neck, drawing her closer. "I can make it happen, ya know. I could have Batgirl right here ready for ya. Hell, maybe I can get Black Bat in on it, too."

Cassandra, draped against her dick, lips wrapped around it with the same skill she did everything, so quiet, so precise, her tongue painting into every gap and crevice because she knows she wouldn't be satisfied until it was completed to perfection.

Steph's dick made a full on spasm at that, and Harley cooed in her ear.

"That's all I needed to hear, Stephy." She reached her legs back, locking them behind Steph's ass and gripping her close, holding her in place. "Now gimme what I've been needin'. Knock up ya momma, Stephy. I've been such a good girl waiting for ya. I want it. I want. I want it. Yesyesyesyesyes."

Steph came, shooting rope after rope into the ecstatic clown as Harley's back arched, tongue lolling out into the air, her eager womb drinking up the seed, pussy clamping down on her like it couldn't bear to let her slip out.

As Steph dropped onto her, cock still trapping her seed inside Harley's greedy snatch, she felt Harley's hands brush against her hair, humming against her like a warm, soft pillow lulling her to sleep.

There was a part of her, as Steph's eyes slowly drooped, that wanted to remind Harley that she'd only agreed to rape villains, that the Bats were thoroughly off limits at all times, but the deeper much more relaxed part of her decided that was unnecessary. Even if Harley got it into her head to do something, it wouldn't matter. Barbara and Cass were some of the best heroes she'd ever seen, and all it'd take on the slim chance Harley ever managed to capture them was for her to say no and Harley would free them. Harley was stubborn, but she wasn't stupid enough to cross the Bats when Steph was also against it. And she could say no, if it ever came down to it.

Saying no was easy.

Steph slid into a comfortable, dreamless sleep, wrapped in Harley's arms with her cock warming her insides.

Perfectly content.

Cassandra didn't often get Batcave duty, as that mainly had to do with communication which was... not her specialty, but with the recent heightened activity from Poison Ivy, as well as the suspicious disappearance of Harley Quinn and the breakout of Livewire from a prison transport, Tim was swapped from the backend to the mainline for his detective skills, something she'd easily cede to his expertise on. That was the reasoning she was given, and it was sound.

But just because she wasn't as good a detective as Tim didn't mean she was a fool.

She'd been upset Steph had been benched for so long and the investigation into Clayface had been tabled for Ivy. Bruce noticed and took her out of the field, too.

Now she was on communication instead of helping with anything, Clayface or Ivy. If Bruce weren't as stubborn, then he would have put Steph here while she was benched and had Tim and her both deployed.

She supposed if Bruce weren't as stubborn he'd probably be long dead already.

Still. Troubling.

"Batgirl to Cave. Batgirl to Cave." A call came in, suddenly, Barbara sounding stressed.

There was a switch to mute and unmute her side, but typically there wasn't much of a difference for her, so she just always left it unmuted. "Cave. Report."

"Ivy stuck me with something during the fight. I stopped on a rooftop cause I saw Spoiler out, and it went off, knocking me out. Ivy's in a greenhouse on Seventh now, recovering. Someone has to pick her up, but that's not what's important now."

Cass' eyebrows furrowed, flicking the switch to record the call so she could go back to it later. "Fast talk. Hard." She shook her head. "Spoiler alright?"

"That's just it, I stopped on the rooftop cause I saw Spoiler but it-" her line crackled, distorting her voice.

"Can't hear," Cass reported frustratedly, trying to adjust settings to compensate.

Barbara's voice drifted in and out. "...not...replaced...Clayface...where...Spoiler..."

Cass finally managed to isolate the disturbance, an electric wavelength interfering with the signal she finally managed to clean.

"...was replaced. It wasn't Spoiler, it was Clayface," Barbara got out, and Cass' eyes widened just as she heard a crackling bolt, more identifiable than any words she knew.

Just in case, however, its owner was more than happy to speak directly into the comm. "Thanks for calling in, listener, can I get your name for the show?"

Cass connected Bruce to the call, and Tim, and whoever else still had their comms on. "Livewire."

"Errnng," she mimicked an incorrect buzzer. "That'd be my name, but you can always go for round two."

"What want?" Cass demanded, and Livewire just laughed.

"I want a milkshake straight from the tap, baby." The electric distortion got stronger, warping her voice tinny as she broke the communicator. "Everything else, well... you'll get to see, Black Bat."

With a final popping noise, Barbara's comm burst apart.

"Black Bat, report," Bruce ordered without delay.

"Livewire get Batgirl. Poison Ivy in greenhouse on seventh. Spoiler might be not Spoiler. Might be Clayface." Cass waited a moment or two for everyone listening to do their requisite parsing.

Tim spoke first. "Wait, so does that mean Spoiler and Batgirl are both captured by villains now and we have no idea where they are?"

"Was Spoiler compromised from the start?" Bruce asked next.

Cass shook her head. "Don't know. Could when found injured. Could not captured, just trick Batgirl now."

Bruce thought for only a handful of seconds before deciding what to do. "I and Red Robin will go to put Ivy away. Red Hood find the spot Batgirl was transmitting from and try to pick up Livewire's tail. Robin, surveil Spoiler, try to ascertain whether she's really been compromised or not, and if she has, see how related Clayface is to this. It's possible you'll be able to follow him to find the real Spoiler and Batgirl, but stay alert. Until we can capture Clayface, be very careful who you let your guard down around. Assume anyone you see might not be who they appear to be."

'Black Bat, continue to manage comms,' went unsaid.

Steph was out there, replaced, or in trouble, or even just out of the loop, and all she could do was sit there. Barbara was actually captured, still she had to just sit there.

She wouldn't go directly against his orders, tonight. Someone still needed to manage comms, but tomorrow morning, she'd go investigate Stephanie herself. If anyone would be able to tell she wasn't her, it'd be Cass. Clayface could mimic everything else, but no one could get body language that exact.

Whether it really was her, or she was in danger, Cass would find her. Find her and bring her home.

No matter what.

Being led blindfolded by Harley Quinn, anywhere, was a bad situation. Letting herself be led blindfolded by Harley Quinn was a very bad idea. Steph didn't need to be taught this, it was obvious, the kind of common sense Gothamites learned in the womb. Don't willingly let yourself get dragged helplessly somewhere by a Rogue, any Rogue.

Somehow, Steph did anyway.

"I swear to god, Harley, if I open my eyes to a crime in progress, I will actually arrest you this time," Steph promised as Harley carefully dragged her along.

Harley gasped, lacking the shame required to not act affronted by the suggestion. "Now is that any way to trust me? When have I ever steered you wrong, Stephy?"

Stephanie blinked. "Wha... what, are you serious? You tried to knock my spine into my brain with a giant hammer like two weeks ago."

"True," she shrugged. "But now you're my puddin, and I can always guarantee, no matter what happens, everything I do is to make you happy." She ghosted a hand against Steph's crotch, giggling. "And to make me a little happy too, so sue me."

Stephanie wished it wasn't quite so obviously easy to compromise her morals in this way, but in fairness Harley hadn't actually committed any new crimes, or at least nothing the Bats or her police scanner knew about. No burglaries, not even a hint of breaking the Joker out of Arkham, nothing. Was it really so bad to have her on a leash, so to speak?

Steph felt her mind wander, somewhat.

...would it be so bad to have her on a leash, not so to speak?

Her dick gave a twitch.

"Huh. Learn something new about myself every day..." Steph muttered.

"You say somethin?" Harley asked, but Steph just waved her off.

"Maybe later. Are we there yet? You can't load me up into a car, drive for like fifteen minutes, then make me walk this far, feels like I'm gonna open my eyes and you're gonna tell me to dig my own grave with a shovel."

Harley gasped again. "Stephy, you knock those thoughts out of your head right now." She sighed with exaggerated heaviness. "It's like ya don't trust me or somethin."

Steph decided not to respond to that.

"Almost there..." there was the sound of a large metal door sliding open, a few more steps into internal heating, and then Harley finally clapped her hands. "Alright, take it off."

Steph reached up and carefully removed her blindfold, blinking at the sudden light around her. When she could see again, it was to... a warehouse?

It was mocked up to look like the inside of a mansion, a grand foyer, with a staircase leading to a bedroom, vases with the price stickers still on them, and suits of armor on either side straight out of Scooby Doo, but the height of the ceiling had to be either a warehouse or a factory repurposed for this.

"Ta-daa," Harley cheered, excitedly. "I know ya were tryin to be careful not to let ya mom know what ya were doin, and we're a little short on funds to get ya a real mansion, but look at this." She hopped over to one of the armors, grabbing a hand and waving it like a puppet. "Pretty mint, huh?"

Steph cracked a smile, unexpectedly touched at the efforts Harley had gone to for her. "Very mint, Harley," she assured her. "Thank you."

"Awh, you're makin me blush," she waved a hand, using the other to cover her face. "But ya know, I couldn't do all this on my own."

Steph didn't particularly like the sound of that, but she did manage to ask, "oh yeah?" Without quite as much trepidation as she felt.

"Had to. After all, what's a mansion, without a maid?" She asked, gesturing exaggeratedly behind Steph, and when Steph turned it was to a singular sight she hadn't, and wouldn't in a thousand years, have expected.

Livewire, a red blush coating her cheeks and ears even through her blue tinted skin, in a full french maid outfit.

She jerked her head, nodding vaguely in Steph's direction, but unable to make eye contact. "Sup."

"Livewire..." Steph's smile fell. "Are you..."

Livewire's hands brushed against her skirt, flattening out imaginary wrinkles. "You don't... like it?"

"Like wh-the outfit? Of course I like the outfit, but how are you not pissed to hell and back at me? I thought the next time you saw me was going to be trying to kill me, not-"

Livewire closed the distance, closing her mouth around her own in a deep, buzzing, kiss, that shut Steph up far more effectively than any assurances she was fine.

Livewire's hands ghosted around her crotch.

Apparently she was very fine.

"I'm very aware how... insistent Harley can be about things, I never really blamed you, but you know? After getting some anger out at Harley, I didn't blame her, either. I thanked her." Livewire laid her hands on Steph's chest, falling down slowly to her knees, hands brushing all the way down Steph's stomach and to her waist, her face leaning close to Steph's tenting pants and nuzzling her face directly into it, breathing deeply along it. "You were right: I was lonely, and now I'm not." Her fingers teased around Steph's waistband, drawing it down and letting her already half extended cock flop out right onto Livewire's smiling face. "All you have to do is keep me right here, and I promise I'll do everything I can to make you happy."

Stephanie felt a knot around her heart loosen at the words, gently lowering her hands to Livewire's head looking up at the cock on her face like she was greeting a lover.

There were a lot of ways she should have responded to this.

"Did you really think I'd let you go after I made you mine?"

That probably wasn't one of them, but it seemed to do the trick.

Livewire's tongue dragged all the way up from the bottom of her shaft, tingling electricity down it that instantly made her dick jerk and twitch even as she kept her movement smooth and even.

"Shit, easy." Steph cursed at the odd feeling buzzing down her length, and Livewire chuckled.

"Don't worry, mistress," Livewire said playfully, nuzzling against the shaft. "I assure you on my maidly honor, I always clean very gently."

Her tongue started from the bottom again and Stephanie shuddered against the pulsing feeling running down it as she licked bottom to top, and back to bottom, repeating until Steph's cock was soaking with tingling staticy spit, making it jerk in the air like she was already cumming, precum dripping out of her tip like a leaky faucet and into Livewire's open, eager, mouth.

Steph could see one of Livewire's hands drop down to disappear beneath her skirt, with soft shlicking sounds as her other assisted her mouth in pumping her precum all the way out. Until the inch or so from her tip to Livewire's mouth became far too distant for her, and Livewire surged forward, wrapping her lips around Steph's cock head entirely, sucking and swirling her tongue around it like the last bit of candy through a milkshake straw.

Harley's tongue always went everywhere, curling and licking like she wanted to taste every part of her, but Livewire's was focused solely around the head, not practiced like Harley, but eager all the same.

"Agh. Fuck." Steph grabbed onto Livewire's head, more for balance than direction as the very air inside her mouth began to vibrate, pressing all around her like a million electric toothbrushes buzzing along her glans and head.

"Oh, fuck. How are you doing that? Fucking ffffffuck." The twitching and jerking her dick had began since the very start increased at a fevered pace, bucking in her mouth without Steph even moving her hips, and Livewire just worked harder, licking faster, buzzing louder, sucking and sucking until finally Steph gave her what she was after.

Steph came, pumping the seed churning in her balls, still aching full from her time keeping Harley away, thick globs landing on Livewire's desperate tongue as she swallowed as much as she could, finally pulling off and physically covering her mouth with a hand so no more could escape, shuddering from what had to be a tremendous orgasm her other hand wasn't about to stop jilling herself on the floor with a mouth full of cum, utterly captured by the pleasure.

"Can I pick 'em or what?" Harley giggled, catching Steph as she staggered back, still watching the formerly terrifying supervillain in such a cumdrunk state.

"If that's the maid, I can't wait to meet the gardener," Steph managed to joke, eyes not leaving Livewire as her softening cock slowly began to harden again watching her.

"Awh, come on, silly, you already know the gardener." Harley slapped her arm as the image of Ivy on the floor leaking cum out of her ass flashed through Steph's mind. "It's the cat you really gotta worry about..."

That finally managed to jostle Steph's attention away. "Wh-cat? What are you talking about cat?"

Harley laughed, bouncing up the stairs and laying down on the oversized bed, zipping her red and black jumpsuit all the way down to show her dripping pussy. "You're not gonna make me spoil all the surprises, are ya Stephy?"

No.

Steph ran up the stairs after her.

She wasn't.

Barbara twisted against the bindings trapping her in a chair, gritting her teeth against the almost complete lack of give.

'I'm so screwed,' she thought to herself, mouth completely covered by a thick gag, and everything but her mask stripped off her, leaving her naked in the darkened, hot, room.

She heard some kind of machine kick on behind her, a space heater, probably, blasting her with a new wave of sweaty heat. She hadn't been here long, a few hours maybe, but if she didn't get water and salt soon, the dehydration would make it even harder to escape.

That wasn't the biggest problem, though: the problem was, she was caught by Livewire, and this?

This wasn't Livewire's style. She didn't know whose style this was.

A light came on in front of her, the sudden brightness making her squint as a large bed with silk red sheets appeared in front of her. Through a window?

'No,' she decided. 'One way glass.'

But, this wasn't right.

'What kind of idiot put me in an interrogation room on the wrong side of the glass?'

It was only a few moments later Livewire came into view on the other side of the glass, raising a hand to her lips and blowing her a taunting kiss.

So no surprise, Livewire knew she was there. Was she really the mastermind behind this after all?

Livewire began to strip off her normal outfit, and Barbara averted her gaze, suddenly embarrassed.

'She couldn't have forgotten I was here, she blew a kiss toward me one second ago.'

She watched as Livewire opened up a box and pulled out a frilly maid outfit with a far too short skirt, carefully putting it on and checking herself in the mirror Barbara was placed behind. Dressed like that, she didn't even look like a villain anymore.

She looked like a whore.

"Eyes open, Red," Livewire said, looking roughly in Barbara's direction. "You're not gonna want to miss this."

'What on Earth was she talking about?'

It wasn't long after that the front door opened and she could see Harley Quinn enter with a blindfolded Stephanie. Was this the real one? Were they moving her here for some reason?

But... Harley wasn't doing anything to her, she wasn't even touching her, why wasn't Steph trying to get away?

She took off her blindfold and she was... smiling? And then Livewire was there and...

Barbara felt her stomach fall as Livewire pulled out 'Stephanie's dick, the same thick pillar Barbara had seen her use on Ivy before. So this wasn't Steph, this was Clayface, it had to be.

There just wasn't any way Steph would suddenly grow a dick and then start raping and befriending villains with it, that would be insane.

Barbara forcefully wrenched her gaze away from Livewire dutifully licking along the cock's shaft.

She was... really going at it.

Barbara had given blowjobs before, they really weren't that big a deal. There was definitely nothing about them that warranted making a face like the one Livewire was...

Why did she look like she was enjoying it so much?

She forced herself to look away again, but the sound of it still reached her ears, the slurping and moaning, the grunts and gasps that sounded so completely like Stephanie it was so easy to believe it was really her.

The heater behind her kicked on again, bathing her bare back in heat, causing a fresh wave of sweat and Barbara's slow, tired, eyes felt themselves dragged inexorably back to watch.

Steph looked like she was getting close to cumming... was that really what her face would look like when she was about to cum?

Barbara shook her head.

'Why am I even thinking about that?'

Steph came, and Barbara felt more embarrassed heat bloom across her, separate from the heater's influence, along with relief it was finally over.

Except...

'Why isn't her dick going soft?'

Barbara watched Harley hop up the steps, getting closer and closer to the glass she was behind and bouncing against the bed before peeling her costume down, Steph following after, dick wet and throbbing and still exceptionally hard.

'She isn't done?' Barbara realized, disbelievingly, watching as Steph began fucking Harley, the moans and grunts and every inch of thick dickflesh entering the girl only a few feet from her, displayed like someone wanted her to see it.

The heater clicked on again, and Barbara sagged against her restraints, eyes beginning to glaze over as she watched Steph fuck the ecstatic clown over and over.

This was fine. She could make it through this. She was disciplined. Controlled. She'd been through way worse than this before.

Harley's voice moaned so loudly, and she couldn't even reach up to cover her ears. "Awh, fuck. Fuck me, Stephy, pump me full till I can't even walk anymore. Breed me into a little puddle, gimme your kids till I'm big and round, come ooooon. Yesyesyesyesyes."

Barbara shuddered, sweat leaking out of every pore, making her wet all over, so much so she didn't even notice any other source.

She could make it through this.

She had to.

Chapter Text

"Damian, report." Bruce may have had the cowl off, but the sternly controlled order couldn't have been confused for belonging to anyone but Batman.

Cassandra's legs itched.

"The imposter traveled blindfolded with Harley Quinn to an old sealant factory on the edge of town," Damian began, before being almost immediately interrupted by Dick.

"Blindfolded? Are we sure it's not Steph?" He asked.

"The imposter made no attempts to escape and walked willingly with Harley Quinn into the factory," he sneered. "Brown may be an idiot, but even she wouldn't let that happen."

Cassandra forced down the spike of anger at the callous comment delivered so easily when Stephanie was probably in danger. It was unhelpful, so she needed to discard it. Focus on what would save Barbara and Stephanie, that was all.

"She could have been threatened to cooperate or she'd hurt Babs," Dick pointed out. "Or she could be biding her time for something, or mind controlled, or-"

"Or perhaps Brown herself has succumbed to the corrupting influence of the Joker." He rolled his eyes. "There are many ways she could betray us or be replaced, but we won't solve it by throwing darts at walls, Grayson."

Dick held his hands up. "I'm just saying we don't know. It's too soon to label her an imposter, definitively."

"Tt." He scoffed. "Moving on, the old sealant factory was left largely unchanged on the outside, but after checking the perimeter I could tell the walls and door were heavily reinforced. I was going to infiltrate regardless before I was told to stand down..." he didn't quite glare in Bruce's direction, but the heat was in his tone nonetheless. "In any case, it's obviously a more permanent base than a temporary meeting spot."

Bruce nodded, silent.

"So if Babs and Steph are anywhere, it's probably in there," Dick finished, standing up. "So what are we waiting for? We can beat Quinn and Livewire, even with Clayface on top of them."

Bruce shook his head. "I don't like it. Clayface is already in place as Stephanie, but Harley takes him in to lead us right to their base? And why would the three of them be working together in the first place? Their goals are barely aligned. If it was just money, there's plenty of better ways to get that than this. No." He rubbed his forehead, looking down at the pictures Damian had taken of the factory. "There's more to this we're not seeing."

"The Joker's still in Arkham," Tim pointed out. "Think he could have arranged all this from in there somehow?"

"Livewire can't stand Joker." Bruce shook his head again. "And that still doesn't explain the factory. If it were Joker's plan, he'd have them in a site better fitting his ego. This feels more like the Riddler is trying to clue us into something."

Tim grimaced down at the photos. "I don't know how many riddles start with, 'find the Batgirl if you mean it, come to Harry's old caulk sealant.'"

"The Riddler is also in Arkham at the moment," Dick pointed out. "And I don't know why they'd work with him, either."

"New Rogue?" Cass asked.

"Possible," Bruce acknowledged. "But without any idea who, it won't help us."

"Go with no help." Cass stood up. "Know where is. Free now."

"If we don't prepare for Livewire, Quinn, and Clayface, we'll just get captured if we go in there. If we don't prepare for whoever else is in there on top of that, what do you think would happen if we go?"

Bruce's question hung in the air, forcing Cass' fists to clench, impotently. "Can't nothing."

"We won't be doing nothing." It was Bruce's turn to stand, moving over to the Batcomputer and typing into it. "We'll assess the situation, so we can get everyone out safely."

Cass knew it was the right choice.

It didn't make her feel any better.

Stephanie... Barbara... wherever they were, she hoped they were alright.

She would never forgive herself if something happened to them.

Barbara had slept for a while, a crick developing in her neck from being forced upright in the chair for so long. She stank of sweat, unpleasant ammonia rising from her dehydrated body.

And behind the mirror, the thing that looked like Stephanie was still going.

Poison Ivy was there, arriving sometime while Barbara was asleep, her face coated with Stephanie's slimy seed, basking in it like she could photosynthesize it directly into her skin, and Livewire lapping the side of Ivy's face like a dog, sucking down any bit of cum she could reach.

Harley was behind, bouncing up and down on Stephanie's cock, her outfit completely shredded around her, breasts jiggling up and down without restraint, and her white face paint reduced to streaks barely hanging on her skin.

Barbara wasn't a prude. Especially in her time as Batgirl she'd seen a great amount of things of a sexual nature. Private clubs and brothels heavy with perfumes to mask the smell of sex, rape dungeons and torture rooms, cult rituals and alien societies with much, much, different views on propriety than humans had, she'd seen all of it.

But there was something about this, this... debauchery in front of her that put all of that to shame. The sex itself was fierce, mauling, and the smell was completely undisguised by perfume, detectable even through the glass, but even that wasn't as bad as the sheer animal enjoyment she could feel so close in front of her. These were people she'd fought, vicious, calculating. Now, in front of this...

It was like they weren't even human.

It took hours before they were through, and the Stephanie-thing she was sure was Clayface finally left.

She was beginning to think she'd really been forgotten back there when Harley finally slid the mirror to the side.

"Hellooooo BG." She grinned, widely, still as naked as Barbara herself was. "Didja enjoy the show?"

Barbara muttered something uncomplimentary from underneath her gag.

"Aww, that's no good. We gotta get that offaya." She reached around and unbuckled the straps holding it in place, finally allowing Barbara's sore jaw some rest. "There we go, better?"

"What do you want, Quinn?" Barbara demanded, but Harley only giggled.

"Well if ya haven't figured it out yet, I'm not gonna spoil it." She blew a raspberry, childishly. "Ya got plenty of hints already, ya know."

"Whatever it is, it won't work." Barbara's eyes narrowed. "Batman already knows about Spoiler being replaced. You won't be able to lure anyone else in, now we know Clayface is in play."

"Clayface? Psssh." Harley gave a full on laugh at that, wiping a tear from her eye. "Oh, honey. Ya really don't think that's the real Stephy?"

Barbara inwardly winced at Stephanie's real name being known and used so casually by the villains, but she didn't let it show on her face. "The giant dick she decidedly doesn't have clued me in to that, yeah."

"She thinks she got it from a demon." Harley grinned, slyly. "Talked to one of ya JL friends about it, she said it happens all the time."

Zatanna? But then, was that really it? This was Stephanie possessed by a demon?

"She's been doing her best trying to keep us nasty criminals off the streets, and what a job she's doing, huh? We ain't done no crimes in weeks."

Barbara looked at her flatly.

"Okay, we kidnapped ya." Harley shrugged. "Ya got me there. But you were tryin to kill the fun; we couldn't let that happen."

"You really think you'll be able to convince me Spoiler would do this? Abandon any kind of decency to screw criminals in some back alley instead of helping people?"

Harley's smile slowly fell. "Well that's a funny kinda question," she said. "'Specially considerin' she was benched and all."

Barbara looked up, sharply. She knew about that? "She was injured. It was for her safety."

"If ya say so." She shrugged. "But either way, she's off the clock. So ya can't be all up in arms that she ain't helping people, when you're the ones trying to stop her helping people in the first place."

"I can be 'up in arms' about her taste." Barbara's eyes narrowed at the clown. "I think the real Spoiler has a few dozen better options before resorting to you."

It was the kind of banter they usually got up to, Barbara giving little snipes to rankle Harley, get under her skin. At a minimum for something like that she'd get a pout, there was a good chance of a slap.

Harley hummed, drawing up next to her ear. "Better options like you?" She whispered salaciously.

There wasn't usually a chance of that.

"What?" Barbara twisted as much as she could in her bindings to face Harley again. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, come on Batsy Watsy, everyone knows Bats of a feather flock together." Harley moved back, grabbing some apparatus from the wall and fiddling with it. "You know a bunch of us Rogues had a pool going a while back if ya were gonna end up with the little birdy or the big Bat. Seemed like ya kinda had a thing for both of 'em, but I guess neither one worked out, huh?" She approached again with the nozzle for a hose, cording trailing behind her. "Waiting for Spoiler to finally come and scratch the itch?"

Barbara's eyebrows furrowed, brain spinning under the dehydration and confusing subjects.

She'd never thought of Stephanie that way. Dick, absolutely, Bruce admittedly when she was a dumb kid, but Steph? Steph was like her baby sister. It had never even-

Harley turned on the water, the ice cold jet suddenly spraying her down, her overheated naked body cooled, then freezing within moments, her system shocked to its core.

After spraying her thoroughly down to the point Barbara at least didn't smell so much like a disaster, Harley finally cut the water, leaving Barbara shivering and soaked head to toe in the freezing water.

"Well, if it makes ya feel any better, Spoils wants you to scratch her itch, too." Harley giggled. "How's that for a spoiler?"

Steph wanted...

Barbara's mind flashed to everything she'd seen, Stephanie pounding into Harley, Harley bouncing on top of her, the other villains sucking her, kissing her, offering her everything.

Steph wanted that from her?

The heater clicked on again, waves of heat pushing against Barbara's back that suddenly seemed much more comfortable under the icy water still dripping off her.

"Just something to keep in mind, if you ever offered, I'm sure she'd say yes." Harley went over to the wall again and rang a little bell, Livewire stepping out with the same sexy maid outfit as before, though a lot more of her usual sardonic smirk than the genuine worshipful expression she'd worn before.

"You rang?" Livewire asked, cocking her head amusedly.

"Our guest needs munchin's," Harley announced with an overdramatic flair.

"Then she will dine on the finest Batburger." Livewire pulled out her phone, apparently to make an order.

"You know the Bats are just going to pose as the delivery guy, right?" Ivy called out from the next room.

Barbara wasn't sure how to feel about the exceedingly casual way these villains were treating her right then. It wasn't uncommon for villains to think they had a Bat perfectly in their clutches, unable to escape, but... this was something else. It wasn't just confidence, it was certainty, like they didn't even need to bother with intimidation.

Somehow, that was more intimidating by itself.

"Aww, let 'em." Harley waved a hand. "I always like to see Nightwing in uniform and they won't try anything until they're super duper sure what's happenin."

"Are they going to be able to guess what's been happening?" Livewire asked, dubiously. "Cause I was there for it and I'm still not completely sure."

Harley just shrugged.

"Alright." Leslie turned her head to call back into the warehouse. "Ivy, you want anything?"

"You'll be the first to be informed when I lose my mind and wish to partake in an industry that sacrifices plants by the truckload to feed stupid animals to be processed by smokestack factories into unrecognizability, shipped with cars and boats pumping miasma into the air, and wrapped in plastic to be dumped into the ocean, all for over thirty billion pounds of it to be wasted, annually, no. I do not 'want anything' from Batburger," Ivy answered snidely.

Livewire rolled her eyes, tapping something into her phone. "Yeah, sounds terrible, but unfortunately not all of us can live off sunlight and cum, so..."

"Ooh, but we could try." Harley pumped her arms up.

"Harley, what do you want?" Livewire asked next.

"Joker fries." Harley jumped up on the railing, jumping and dancing, cartwheeling down it without a care for the eight foot drop onto the lower floor one of the sides had.

Livewire nodded, typing some more. "Cool, but you also need food, so I'm getting you a wrap."

"Okie," Harley agreed.

"Batgirl?" Livewire asked. "Order up. We're not trying to kill you."

Barbara had been under 'extended stay' of supervillains before. Usually Black Mask was the only one who bothered with that, but Penguin and Freeze had done it once or twice.

None of them had ever ordered Batburger as their meal of choice.

She was dehydrated, badly. Batburger didn't have a lot of options to help with that, but it had a few.

"A smoothie, strawberry, Giganta-sized," Barbara said for a start, and Livewire raised an eyebrow but didn't comment as she tapped it in. "Is the Aquaman Sea-King soup in season yet?"

"Nah, not for another couple months," Livewire answered.

"Then I'll go with the Wonder Woman Big Pantheon burger." The tzatziki sauce on that would be better than nothing for her dehydration at least.

A wide smile curved around Livewire's lips. "Excellent choice."

She finished ordering and tossed her phone to the side, bouncing it onto the enormous bed.

"Alright, we got half an hour before the food gets here. Who's gonna clean up the place?" Livewire shouted over to the other two supervillains. "This place smells like my old dormroom."

Harley snorted. "Well we both know that ain't true, Livey."

"My roommate's half," Livewire snapped, ears pinking. "And don't bring that shit up in front of Batgirl."

Barbara had no idea what was going on anymore.

"Hey, you're the maid: why don't you clean it up?" Ivy called out.

"Why don't you just get your plants to do it? You got a hundred vines moving around all the time, you can't give a couple a mop?"

Ivy finally moved into view, crossing her arms to give Livewire a flat glare. "You want my precious children around those harsh cleaning chemicals?"

"Wouldja stop fighting already?" Harley groaned. "Livey, you clean the bedding. Ivy, mop the floors with just water, and see if ya can get some mint in here or something so it smells a little fresher. I'll start the fans up to get some ventilation, alright?"

Barbara watched as the villains reluctantly set about their chores, simultaneously confused and a little relieved since at least they hadn't started really fighting each other. Fights among the Rogues always lead to unstable situations, particularly for any hostages. She didn't want to get zapped by one of Livewire's stray lightning bolts any more than she wanted Ivy to suddenly decide she preferred her hostages be fertilizer instead.

Keeping everything more or less as it was seemed to be the safest option for right then. It wasn't the greatest spot, but it could be a lot worse.

The buzzer at the door sounded.

At least she was getting Batburger.

Livewire came up to her as Harley answered the door, refitting the gag into her mouth for the temporary space it took the delivery to complete. Barbara thought the whole thing was unnecessary since Bruce and the others almost certainly already knew she was here, but she didn't resist the gag being put on or taken off again shortly after.

Harley came into view again a minute or two later. "Din-din's here. You wanna get untied?"

Barbara sighed. "What are the rules?"

"No escapin’, no goin' somewhere without checkin' first, and no attackin'," Harley outlined.

As rules for releasing her bindings went, those were... light.

"Fine."

Livewire unbound the tight wrappings keeping her in place and Barbara was finally able to stand and stretch some of the kinks out of her arms and neck. She could have tried to escape right then, but given she was currently surrounded by three ultra-dangerous supervillains, heavily dehydrated, with no tools or armor to her name, the better idea was to eat the burger and try to at least get a better lay of the land.

"Smoothie." Livewire set the cup on the floor in front of her, sitting a short distance away to rummage through the bags. "Burger." She took a big handful from the main bag, dropping a dozen or so packets of, "ketchup."

"Thanks," Barbara said, sitting down again despite the groan of her inactive body. At least she was crosslegged this time, which helped some of the soreness of being trapped in one place.

Barbara took her burger out of the bag, noting the paper wrapping around it crinkle unevenly as she did so. It was loose, which meant either the person wrapping it at the store had been new, or...

Barbara's eyes lifted up to the two eating supervillains, Ivy vaguely in the background.

Or it had been tampered with.

She could try just eating the fries and the smoothie, but there was no guarantee either of those hadn't been tampered with, too, just because it was more obvious with the burger, and since they had her firmly in custody whatever they did to it could be forcefed to her if she didn't cooperate anyway, she didn't have much of a choice here.

This was Livewire, Harley, and Ivy, anyway. Out of dangerous things to put in a burger, anything they did had to be on the lighter side. It was as likely Harley decided to put a rubber frog on it as a joke, as Livewire unwrapping it trying to tell which burger was hers.

If there was tampered food she got from the Joker, or Scarecrow, or Black Mask, that would be a real concern. Any one of them would be the type to give out candy apples with razorblades to trick-or-treaters.

This...

Barbara stared down at the burger dripping with tzatziki.

This was probably fine.

She opened her mouth, still sore from the gag and bit into the hearty burger, missing the way the three supervillains' lips tipped upward at the action.

It didn't taste particularly off. A little sweeter than she remembered, but good. Really good, actually. Maybe the Batburger on this side of town was better than her usual.

Barbara kept eating, filling her body up with the sweet sauce, a part of her sad, even when full, once it was all gone.

"What's our ETA on her getting back?" Livewire asked Harley, breaking Barbara from her apparent post-burger malaise.

Harley shrugged. "We got another couple hours. She said she had stuff to do in town."

"Fair enough. We got a... timeline, on the other stuff?" Livewire's eyes flicked to Barbara for a moment.

Harley sipped loudly from her soda, eyes wide and beaming. "Housecat first," she said. "Don't sweat the other stuff."

With that, Livewire stood up again, facing Barbara. "Alright, you got a little time to stretch your legs, but don't try to pull anything. The outside of this building is already Ivy's playground and you know her plants don't like unexpected guests."

Barbara nodded. If she saw an opportunity to escape, she still might take it, but without any real equipment that seemed far more dangerous than playing along for the moment. If worst came to worst, if it really was Stephanie she might be able to break through to her and convince her to let her go, but this wasn't the worst situation she'd been in yet, by any means.

Grabbing her smoothie as she went, she started navigating around the apparent warehouse they were in, taking note of the different washing machines, decorations, and...

And giant flatscreen TV showing homemade porn.

Barbara froze in front of it, watching Stephanie rut into Ivy, lifting the girl up and fucking her against the wall as the deadly supervillain moaned and mewled like she was utterly helpless to the circumstance.

By the enraptured look on her face, and the way her legs curled to keep Steph in place as she shot her load directly into Ivy's womb, maybe she was helpless. Not physically, but...

What was she doing to them?

The footage changed, Livewire this time, and Steph seemed almost delicate with her, easing inside her, holding her, whispering something in her ear the microphone on whatever they recorded this on couldn't pick up. Livewire had to have half a foot of height on Steph, but wrapped in her arms like that... she seemed so small.

Then there was Harley as the footage changed again, her and Stephanie tearing each other's clothes off, leaving bruises and marks, attacking each other like they'd been possessed by something rabid.

It had to hurt, but...

"Fuck me, Stephy. Fuck me fuck me fuck me. Yeeeessss. Yesyesyesyes. Fuck that baby into me, fill me with it. I need it. I neeeeeed it."

The microphone could definitely pick that part up.

Barbara wrenched her gaze away from the screen. She had a limited amount of time to spend walking around. She had to look for escape routes.

Barbara felt the dampness between her legs as she walked, gritting her teeth against it.

She had to focus. She could get out of this ridiculous situation, but only if she kept her head, and she knew she could.

She'd been a superhero for a long time. Self control was carved into her very being by that point. She could make it through this.

The front door opened with a heavy creak, reinforcement obvious, and Barbara considered running through it and leaping over whoever opened it, taking her chances, but a hand landing on her shoulder stopped her, pulling her close and feeling Poison Ivy's breasts push against her back. "Careful, seedling," she warned quietly in her ear, making Barbara shudder. "You've barely been watered yet."

What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"So this is the cat's cradle, then?" The new entrant asked, looking up and down at the odd decor before her eyes landed on Barbara, widening ever so slightly. "Nice place."

"Kitty!" Harley cheered, swinging off the railing and jumping straight to the ground floor in front of the latest guest. "So glad ya could make it."

"The job you were talking about sounded intriguing." Catwoman's lips were twisted into a smirk, but her eyes narrowed at Harley measuringly. "The payout better be good."

"Oh, kitty, I promise." Harley clapped both her hands on Catwoman's shoulders, drawing her closer with shining eyes. "It's going to be lifechanging."

Chapter Text

Selina Kyle had been a thief for a long time, almost as long as she could remember. She’d been a superthief for a significantly shorter time, and she could hardly believe it when she actually started helping Batman instead of being foiled by or toying with him as the occasion warranted.

Falling in love with Batman was something she never thought would be on the table at all. But, the relationship came and went, and even though she knew the man behind the mask a little better, and if she were honest she’d consider him the one person who knew her best in turn, there was a little too much of the Bat in him, and not enough of the man.

He’d die, someday, probably saving some lowlife thug whose whole life wasn’t worth what Bruce could accomplish in an hour. That was the thing she couldn’t stand the most.

“Barbara and Stephanie, huh?” Selina asked on a rooftop, Bruce in full cowl crouching perfectly motionless, another gargoyle in Gotham’s collection. “Cass must be going ballistic.”

“She hasn’t been happy,” he answered after a minute or two. “But she knows collecting information is our only option.”

Selina hummed, noncommittally.

“You’re plotting again.” His eyes flicked to her, body still unmoving. “I can hear it in your voice.”

“It’s not polite to pry into a lady’s affairs,” she answered coquettishly.

“Selina, whatever’s going on down there is an entirely new situation we know almost nothing about.” His eyes narrowed at her, white lenses against his cowl almost the only thing she could see of him in the darkness, even standing so close. “If you try something, you might get captured, too. Or worse.”

“You worry far too much, Bruce. Besides, I’ve known Harley and Ivy a long time.” She smiled, comfortingly. “Even with this new player, they won’t let anything too bad happen to me. Just trust me.”

Alright, so the good news was, Selina had found Barbara. The bad news was, she wasn’t tied down to anything, which probably meant she was staying either because Stephanie was also held captive and they were using her against her, or that Ivy or Harley had trapped the outside enough it made escaping without a plan inadvisable. The weird news was, aside from her domino mask, Barbara was only wearing what god gave her at the moment, and while the big man’s gifts were kind to the girl, it was still a very odd thing to be doing in front of all those villains.

Selina decided to start at the bottom and work her way up.

“So, Batgirl, I had no idea you were so interested in the naturalist movement.” Catwoman strutted around the girl, subtly checking her for bruising or other injuries under the pretext of admiration. “Or was this project under Ivy’s advisement?”

“We’re considering it more or less group ownership,” Ivy broke in, circling Barbara on the other side, with what Selina suspected was a more pure interest in admiration.

“Sure if you ignore it was Harley’s idea,” Livewire broke in, and Selina had to quirk an eyebrow at the no-less-odd French maid outfit she was wearing. “And who actually owns her.”

Ivy gave a shudder at that, one that didn’t quite seem to be out of revulsion or fear, but something else. “Perhaps I misspoke.”

“Nobody owns me,” Barbara growled, Livewire not seeming particularly put off by the declaration, more amused than anything.

“Oh, that is adorable, wait, hang on.” She dug into a pocket of her skirt, pulling out her phone and pulling up the camera to point at Barbara. “Say that again, just like that. For posterity.”

Barbara glared directly into the camera, slowly enunciating. “No. One. Owns. Me.”

“Perfect.” Livewire grinned down at the footage before tucking it away. “That’ll be so much fun later.”

“So, who’s the other yarn ball in the basket?” Selina prodded, stretching idly. “This ‘owner’ sounds interesting.”

“You’ll get ta meet her later.” Harley began pushing her out the door. “For now, we gotta job ta do.”

As Selina allowed herself to be gently ejected, she spared one last glance Barbara’s way, nothing suspicious showing on her face, but knowing Barbara caught the meaning anyway.

‘I’ll get you out of here,’ she promised. ‘Stay strong.’

And she knew, in her heart, that Barbara would.

If the girl had anything at all, it was willpower.

It wasn’t long after Selina left that Barbara was brought back to the chair and strapped down once again, gag right back into place and heater cranked up to waste away the liquid she’d managed to gain in sweat once again.

The mirrored wall had been slid back into place and Ivy and Livewire were no longer in direct view, but Barbara couldn’t fool herself into thinking that meant they were really gone. In all likelihood, they were puttering around listening to music or tending plants just out of view, and the instant Barbara tried to escape, she’d be caught once again. Even if only one of them remained and the other left, Barbara was still weakened and unarmed, so she didn’t have great chances then either.

Still.

Batgirl worked the tine she’d broken off one of Batburger’s plastic forks around in her fingers, the only thing small enough she’d managed to palm. Using it to pick the lock on her cuffs was probably out, but it might be usable as a shim in the short term. If she worked it into the locking mechanism, forced it to close around her wrist tighter until it caught under the spokes, she could wrench the whole thing out and she’d have an uncuffed cuff.

Barbara pulled.

It was painful, but with a shim it was better than trying to dislocate her thumb, and wouldn’t leave a noticeable mark either. A true escape was out of the question, but that didn’t mean she’d allow herself to move entirely within other peoples’ wills.

And the first step of that was investigating her ‘cell’.

She’d gotten a passing look at it once she’d been released to eat, but a number of other things had taken up most of her focus since then. Unfortunately, walking around the small space, it didn’t seem like there was much to see.

The heating unit was in the back, remote controlled, and though there was an emergency stop, it was possible pressing it would alert her captors somehow.

Then there was the hose setup along the wall Harley had showered her off with, a drain in the floor, and…

Barbara’s eyes widened at the glint of glass barely visible in the dim room.

A camera lens.

Shit.

Okay, major point against Barbara’s expectations right there. A lot of kidnappers had surveillance on their prisoners, she just figured this slipshod, albeit powerful, group wasn’t one of them.

That meant if anyone was watching the cameras, or checked through the footage later, they’d realize she escaped her bindings. Even if she got herself recuffed and back in the chair, some punishment was just about guaranteed to ‘convince’ her not to test them again.

She could try for an escape right then, or count on no one looking at the cameras or checking right that second, then get back in the chair so no one saw her out of it the next time they checked. Both were dangerous. If they did see she was out and she cuffed herself again, then she’d just hand delivered herself to them. If they hadn’t seen anything, then a hasty escape attempt guaranteed punishment.

Barbara thought back to her treatment so far and reluctantly returned to the chair and recuffed herself. Even if she were punished, it was likely going to be minor. They clearly wanted her for some purpose, and until she knew what that was, there was always the possibility they’d use Stephanie for it instead, or grab one of the other Bats. Selina was there, probably to gather information and keep an eye out for her. Whatever happened, she’d stop it from getting too out of hand.

It was better to wait and see.

And hope that was the right call.

The heater behind her clicked on again, and Barbara shifted slightly to barely lean back before closing her eyes, letting sleep take her once more.

Cheetah was the only one in the armored car with ears sharp enough to hear the footsteps land on the roof. The fact it was so quiet limited the number of people it could possibly be to a handful, and at that moment none of them made a particular amount of sense. Still, she was fairly certain none of them were there to kill her, which only left one reasonable option.

“What’s that smile for?” One of the guards asked, shifting his rifle over to her.

Cheetah’s eyes slowly drifted over to him, amusement never leaving her face. “How well can you swim?” She asked, and before he could do much more than open his mouth, the back door of the van opened up, Catwoman swinging in and throwing the man outside and off a bridge, into what Cheetah had to assume was a boringly safe amount of water.

“You know, you weren’t my first guess,” Cheetah admitted.

“What? A cat can’t lend a paw for another?” Catwoman moved behind her, carefully picking open her bindings and finally letting her free to lick her arms where the fur had grown matted and flat.

“A cat usually doesn’t,” Cheetah observed.

Catwoman smirked at the clearly deserved paranoia, gesturing at the open back door of the van still rolling down the road at almost inadvisable speeds to get Cheetah to a secure facility. “Shall we discuss it outside?”

With a running jump, Cheetah landed on all fours, claws scratching against the ground before standing up again, Catwoman landing in a rolling crouch beside her.

Both made it off the road, apparently traveling to some kind of escape vehicle Catwoman had stashed away.

“So why break me out? Got in a fight with your boyfriend?” She jeered.

Catwoman rolled her eyes, not rising to the bait. “I got you out for a job, Cheetah. According to Harley, a very lucrative one.”

Cheetah looked a bit apprehensive at that. “Harley’s running this?”

“Not exactly. Apparently there’s someone else higher up, but I haven’t seen who it is.”

The apprehension grew, fur standing on end. “It’s not Joker. You know I don’t do jobs with Joker anymore.”

“Joker’s still in Arkham. This is someone who’s gotten Harley, Ivy, and Livewire together, somehow.” Catwoman’s eyebrows furrowed. “A woman, I think.”

“Last I checked, Livewire being in town meant a visit from our friendly Metropolis Supergirl wasn’t far behind.” Cheetah’s tail flicked agitatedly back and forth. “Our mysterious leader have a plan for that?”

“If you ever meet her, you’d have to ask.” Catwoman kept walking along with Cheetah close behind. After a few minutes they finally came to a motorcycle, Catwoman passing back a helmet Cheetah pushed back into her hands.

“I’ll land on my feet, don’t worry.” She licked the back of her hand, smoothing down her hair. “Helmets muss my fur.”

Catwoman shrugged, putting it on herself and swinging her leg over the side. “Suit yourself.”

Just like that, they were speeding down the road away from the armored truck, away from her latest prison.

And while at first, Cheetah thoughts were consumed by the Joker, the longer she held tight to Catwoman the more she had a growing suspicion who exactly she had to thank for her new freedom. There was some smell sticking to Catwoman, ever so faint, but familiar, and stirring her memory stronger every moment.

Harley’s face flashed in her eyes, outside her cell with that guard uniform, completely covered with a scent that drove Cheetah mad.

She’d dropped her morning meal into the cell, and Cheetah had felt her brain go… fuzzy, animal instincts forcefully brought forward.

A promise. A command.

Ah.

Now, she remembered.

Cheetah pressed closer to Catwoman, purring softly.

Oh yes.

This was going to be fun.

Steph wasn’t sure exactly what the rogues had been doing lately, but she knew it probably wasn’t good since, you know, they were still supervillains. So far, she hadn’t gotten any of them to spill what they were spending so much time on, only that it was a gift for her and they needed to be sure everything was ready.

What Steph’s response should have been was demanding they tell her what was going on, followed by bending one over a table and fucking them stupid if they tried to refuse.

But that was where the… other bad news came in.

The rogues were so busy, it had been days since Steph had gotten so much as a handjob from one of them, and she felt like she was starting to lose her mind all over again.

She’d tried jerking off a few times, but after everything she’d done with them, so far all it did was make her cock even redder and more distracting without giving her any kind of true release.

“God, you’re such an idiot,” that hallucination of Barbara jeered in her ear as she pumped her dick uselessly. “Really it’s embarrassing, is so much of your blood rushing to your dick that you can’t put two and two together anymore? I thought you worked with detectives.”

“Nnf.” Steph groaned against her bed, her dick rubbed raw but still not able to cum. “Shut up.”

“Make me,” the image of Barbara whispered, before her imagination summoned Cass instead.

“Please,” she said. “Mom home soon. Cave help.”

Steph released her dick, hanging there for a moment before sliding off her bed and stuffing it painfully back into her pants. “Oh please,” she huffed. “Like I’m gonna loop the Bats into this. ‘Hey, everyone, come look at Steph, she’s somehow grown a dick. Can she get anything right?’”

What a great laugh that would be for everyone.

No. She’d head to the gym for a while, maybe stop into the factory for just a second to see if everyone was busy again and if they were, she’d just leave. Demonic dick or no, Stephanie could stand a week on her own without becoming a sex-crazed maniac.

That was how Stephanie found herself back at the factory hours later, still somehow just as hard right then as she’d been the entire day, and feeling no less frustrated by that fact.

When she opened up the thick reinforced doorway and stepped inside, if she had seen any of the rogues on the left side of idle, she was pretty sure she’d fuck them first and ask for permission never.

Luckily or unluckily, ‘idle’ was the one thing no one was once she got there.

“Oh, piddley,” Harley groaned as soon as Steph walked in, Livewire digging behind shelves and looking under the bed in the background. “Why’d ya have to come now, Stephy? The surprise was almost all ready for ya.”

“What surprise?” Steph demanded, trying to ignore the way her cock twitched at just the sight of Harley.

Harley sighed, slumping bonelessly. “We were gonna get you Cheetah to be your new housecat, but now she’s run away and we can’t find her.” She gestured to the door. “Ivy’s outside just in case she found a way out, but I think she’s still here and just squeezed under something.” She put her hands on her hips, pouting. “Who knew being a cat mom would already be this hard?”

Cheetah? That wasn’t even a Gotham rogue, that was… Wonder Woman’s? Was she thinking of the right one? Wasn’t she mostly animal, like fully fur and everything?

Her dick gave a twitch at that, assuring her that wouldn’t be an impediment.

Steph shook her head, roughly, ignoring that. Random metahuman broken out of prison and suddenly let loose on Gotham was an actual problem, and precisely the sort of trouble she was trying to avoid the rogues getting up to with this… setup.

“Alright,” Steph pulled out her phone. “I’m calling Batman.”

Harley’s eyes went wide, leaping forward to cover Steph’s phone with both her hands. “Hey, whoah now Stephy, just think about this for a second, I know Cheetah being out is bad, but she can’t have got too far, and one little bunk and spunk with you is gonna be all it takes for her to stop doing bad things so when ya really think about it Batsy’s just gonna make this whole situation worse, ya know?” She said, rapid fire enough Steph wasn’t sure she even caught everything, though the general gist was fairly easy to grasp.

Steph sighed, pocketing the phone and holding a finger up to Harley. “You get one hour. If you don’t find her by then, I bring Bats in.”

Harley grinned wide. “An hour is plenty. I’ll go outside and check on Red. Could you go upstairs and make sure nothing happens to Catwoman?”

Steph blinked, grabbing Harley by the arm before she could zip past her. “Wh- Catwoman? Catwoman is here?”

“Yeah, she’s the one who helped us bust Cheetah out.” Harley pouted. “Cheetah walloped her on the head but good, though, so we brought her to the bed up there to sleep it off. Ya think ya can go up there and check on her?”

“Yeah, of course.” She let Harley go, walking up the stairs toward the bed, suddenly feeling nervous. Selina wasn’t around all that much, but she was one of the few people who knew about her secret identity who didn’t make her feel like an idiot all the time, and now she was hurt because of Steph. God, she really couldn’t get anything right.

She made it to the top of the stairs, hovering over the bed with no movement from the unconscious Catwoman and after a few moments of nothing, she sat down on the chair beside the bed, head cupped in her hands with a sigh.

“Well, Selina,” she said quietly to the sleeping superthief. “Guess you found out about all this.” At the obvious lack of response, she leaned back in her chair, rubbing her forehead. “Grew a dick a bit into my getting benched. Zatanna thinks it’s demonic, I think it makes me a little…” she waved at her head, vaguely. “You know. I like girls now, so… that’s been interesting. I thought that would mean I wouldn’t get jealous of other girls, but now when I see someone with huge tits or a great ass, I’m horny and self conscious.”

Steph squeezed her own modest breasts a little disappointedly. “I dunno. I love Harley’s tits and Ivy’s ass, but I think trading in my dick for just a little more heft up here or down there I probably would have preferred, you know?” She looked over at Catwoman’s sizeable breasts, softly rising and falling with her breath, and easily rivaling both girls in the ass department as well. “Not a problem you have, I guess. You’re… stacked…”

Steph felt her neglected cock throb, staring at Selina’s tits slowly shifting up and down. She was right there… Steph could do anything to her…

“No.” Stephanie stood up, sharply, shaking her head. “No. No. No. This isn’t some villain. This is Selina, she’s my friend. She is off limits, no fucking allowed,” she warned herself.

Her eyes slowly dragged back to her body, feeling a helpless whine escape her throat at having her so close, wondering what it would feel like to be inside her, how it would compare to the others.

“Shit. Fuck.” Steph pressed her palms into her eyes until they saw stars. “This is all fucking Harley’s fault. All of them, doing this stupid Cheetah plan, losing her, and leaving no time to…” Steph kicked the wall, frustratedly. “Fuck. Where did they even go?”

Livewire, Harley, Ivy, Cheetah, she couldn't see anyone inside the building right then, the only two people were her and Selina.

Her dick throbbed insistently, wanting, needing, the warm pussy so close at hand.

“No, this… this is fixable,” Steph decided. “I’m just pent up. I couldn’t finish jacking off earlier, so I’ll do it now. It’ll clear my head, and it’ll all be fine.”

She turned away, resolutely staring at the wall while she unbuckled her belt and slid her pants and panties down to the floor, both hands gripping the bright red needy cockflesh that had been trapped in clearly still too tight pants.

After a few minutes trying to masturbate and obviously coming no closer to release, Steph felt her gaze pulled back to Selina on the bed.

“I guess…” she said carefully. “Just looking is fine, right?”

She walked closer to the bed, eyes glued to Selina’s just barely opened lips, always colored that dark red Steph could never seem to pull off herself. The color looked good on her.

Steph wondered what it would look like wrapped around her cock.

She pumped faster, eyes drifting down to her breasts, so much bigger than any cat burglar’s should have been. It was a miracle she could fit into anywhere instead of getting stuck in the first air vent that couldn’t accommodate her chest, but more than anything that was a testament to just how far she could contort her body, how much control she had over her own shape and muscles.

Steph groaned, pumping faster.

Then there was her ass, completely wrapped in skintight leather teasing her with every bump and contour on full display, like she was asking people to look, to touch.

Her cock twitched, seizing in the air, but still not cumming, and Steph hissed a frustrated breath out into the air as she felt her hand reach out to brush a bit of hair out of Selina’s face.

“Maybe…” the hand dipped lower, stretching her lip down and opening her mouth wider. “Maybe she won’t mind? We’re friends, right?”

Steph shifted onto the bed, swinging one leg over Selina’s midsection, cock thumping down onto her chest, still throbbing uncontrollably.

“Yeah…” she reached down, fingers fumbling against the zipper she slowly dragged down, Catwoman’s bare tits finally free of the constraining leather, nipples hardening as they became exposed to the air. “...we’re friends.”

Steph’s hands landed on Selina’s breasts, palming them, squeezing them, feeling the soft warmth beneath her fingers and finally shifting them to hug against her dripping cock, sawing in between the tits, rubbing every bit against her heavenly soft skin.

It was using her, forcing the unconscious Selina to give her a titjob, but what else was Steph supposed to do? Nothing else was working and at least this way she could cum before she really lost her mind. She was sure if Selina woke up, she’d understand.

Steph really didn’t want Selina to wake up right then.

“Fffffuck. How are you so soft?” Steph wondered aloud. “Not even inside you yet and this already feels like a pussy.”

Warm, gripping, Steph squeezed the tits against her cock harder, tightening the sleeve they were creating enough she was worried Selina would get bruises, but she couldn’t care about that in that moment.

All she wanted was to cum. No, she didn’t want it, she needed it.

Cum.

Cum.

Cum.

Cum.

Please. She felt so close, why wasn’t it working?

Selina’s lips opened wider ever so slightly and Steph saw her chance, thrusting forward even further and slipping her cock inside Selina’s mouth, feeling this dripping, drooling, heat surround her, pushing forward until she was inside her throat, fucking her mouth, finally fully inside her, pounding against her with her hands gripped into her hair thrusting like she’d completely lost her mind.

Maybe she had.

Her dick seemed to realize that it had finally found a suitable place to cum, and Steph felt it building, the very first bit of relief in days as she thrust and thrust until.

Finally. Steph came enough spunk down Selina’s throat to drown her, her stomach distending slightly as it shot and slid straight down to her stomach, all the pent up cum in her balls deposited right where it needed to go, warm, safe. Perfect.

Steph rubbed Selina’s belly, feeling oddly satisfied by the whole thing, even more than the relief at finally getting to cum could bring, and she slowly slid her cock out of Selina’s mouth, soaking with spit, but still only barely softening.

Her eyes tracked down below her stomach, where her pussy was still hidden beneath the leather, definition barely visible through the suit.

Almost perfect, she corrected herself.

No. She’d already cum. She was just trying to clear her head. Now that she’d done that it was over, she just needed to get off Selina, put her pants back on and wait for her to wake up.

Steph’s hands played with the zipper already halfway down Selina’s body, her cock dripping precum over her chest rehardening with every moment.

Or.

The zipper slid down, uncovering Selina’s stomach, her pelvis, her pussy right there in plain view.

Steph’s head moved down as she crawled backward, kissing along Selina’s chest and stomach moving down until she finally made it to her perfectly shaved cunt.

“Please,” Cass’ phantom voice prodded against her. “Don’t.”

Steph hesitated, mouth inches from the glistening pussy.

Barbara’s voice came next, coarse and casual in her other ear. “Eh. You might as well at this point, already raped her mouth, not like she won’t be able to tell. Your relationship is trashed, you’d just be screwing yourself out of a good time stopping now.”

Steph closed her eyes. “Fuck.” Barbara was right, she did fuck that up. Selina probably hated her now. She’d wake up, tell Bruce, and he’d lock her up in Blackgate, or maybe send her off to Arkham because she’d completely gone insane.

“Fuck,” she cursed again, her head diving forward to start licking along Selina’s cunt, fast and angry with herself. “Fuck. Why. Can’t. I. Do. Anything. Right?” Each word was preceded by another lick, feeling the cunt get wetter and wetter, her dick twitching eagerly in anticipation.

Steph pulled back, kneeling on the bed, throbbing dick in her hands as she spread Selina’s legs apart, lining up her cock to her cunt.

That’s when Selina stirred, blinking up at her bleary, confused. “Stephanie?”

Selina had returned with Cheetah in tow, opening up the heavy factory doors to see Harley beam up at her eagerly from her position watching something on a tv screen just angled enough away Selina couldn’t see it.

“Ya got her?” Harley said excitedly, jumping off the couch and pushing the also couchbound Livewire to the side to spring closer to Selina, a fact the electric villain seemed greatly annoyed by.

“I got her,” Selina confirmed. “Even the best of armored trucks aren’t much of a match for this felonious feline.” She preened for just a moment before getting down to business. “Now what exactly is this job you’re trying to pull?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love it, Cat.” Harley grabbed Selina’s hands, squeezing them warmly. “It’s actually already started.”

Selina raised an eyebrow. “What-?”

Something heavy cracked against the back of her head, blacking out her vision for a moment and sending her crashing to the ground.

“Aww,” Harley pouted. “Ya coulda just jabbed her. I gave ya the syringe for a reason, Cheety.”

As her vision darkened around the edges, Selina could see Cheetah walk ahead of her, looking down with some satisfaction. “Yes, well, regrettably, there isn’t a lot of space on my ‘outfit’ to conceal things,” she rolled her eyes, gesturing at her furred body completely bare of clothes. “Besides, I like my way better.”

Harley shrugged, chipperly. “Welp, can’t argue with results.”

Ivy slid into view, carried on a vine, Selina feeling the last of her consciousness begin to fade.

“Don’t worry, kitty,” Ivy whispered to her, gently, stroking a finger down her cheek. “This is all for the best.”

With that ominous assurance, Selina slipped completely away.

She wasn’t sure how long it was when she began waking up again, only that something had changed. It was an instant awareness scorching down her body, heightened nerves trained to perfection giving her more information than her half awake brain could deal with.

So she compartmentalized.

She was in bed, soft, expensive, her throat was sore, body exposed, but not completely stripped, most of her tools were still hidden. Her face, chest, breasts, were wet, soaked with spit and…

There was a taste on her tongue, something sweet and warm, a detached happiness flooding endorphins through her brain as she tasted it. The taste wasn’t something she remembered, but the texture, consistency, was unmistakable.

This had to be cum. She was… she was being raped by-

Selina forced her eyes open, wincing against the headache of her concussion, eyes focusing on the figure in front of her, blonde hair messy, and her own gaze met with eyes wild, scared, and lustful.

“...Stephanie?” She identified after a moment.

The girl froze, looking just as embarrassed and alarmed as when Selina had caught her stealing Tim’s lunch from the Wayne Manor fridge.

This seemed to be a slightly more extreme circumstance.

“Selina, I’m sorry,” the girl choked, a tear sliding down her face. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“Hey, it’s okay…” Selina tried to comfort her, head still spinning from everything happening but-

“I can’t help myself,” Steph whispered, and Selina felt her pussylips widen as something thick and hot started forcing its way inside.

“What? Steph no. You can’t. You can’t- nnnnnmmg.” Selina felt it pierce all the way inside, stretching her out, filling her completely, that detached happiness from before crashing into her many times stronger.

“I’m inside. I’m inside,” Stephanie said happily, thrusting her cock in and out, Selina feeling the little strength remaining in her body getting knocked aside instantly again.

Selina had fucked before, been fucked, but it had never felt like this. This felt like a red hot poker was stabbed into her, liquifying her insides, melting them down and reshaping her body into something better suited to take that cock.

She could feel her brain changing second by second, horror and confusion giving way far too easily to acceptance, then pleasure, and finally an overwhelming adoration Selina couldn’t begin to understand. She’d always liked Stephanie; the girl tried so hard it was impossible for her not to, and they’d talked or eaten together, trained very occasionally, and sometimes participated in one of the other random activities the Bats got up to in the Cave or Manor. If she were asked, she’d say they were friends, or maybe she was a lightly auntlike figure to the girl.

This wasn’t friendly or auntlike.

“Fuck, Selina, you’ve always been so good to me,” Stephanie moaned, desperately thrusting in and out of her. “You’re not on my ass about not being good enough, or trained enough.” Steph’s hands landed on Selina’s tits, gripping them tightly, bits of flesh squeezing out between her fingers as Selina gasped against the pleasurable pain. “You don’t give me snide fucking comments, or stern looks. You’re not always working or passed out on the couch.” She began thrusting faster, even as the conversation turned into something Selina suspected Stephanie had never properly worked through. “You support me you tell me I’m doing a good job sometimes, and… fuck, sometimes I need that.” She leaned forward, pressing her head against Selina’s hands, moving to brush against her hair, eyes staring into hers, trapping her completely. “Can you do that now?”

‘Stop.’

‘Get away from me.’

‘No.’

‘You can’t.’

‘Stephanie, listen to reason.’

‘You’re a hero.’

‘You have to stop.’

All of it flashed through Selina’s mind, all the things she should be saying in that moment. Condemnation, rejection, it was the proper response. It was right.

She couldn’t say it.

The words tasted sour on her tongue, trapped behind her teeth, unwilling to let them pass. If she said any of that, it would make Stephanie sad and that…

It felt like she was reaching toward a live wire, knowing the pain that would come from gripping it and her body was stopping that from happening, protecting itself at all costs, protecting her.

Selina didn’t want Stephanie to be sad. She couldn’t allow herself to make Stephanie sad, it would be like tearing her own arm off. She wanted her to be happy. It pounded into her brain with the same rhythm she pounded into her cunt.

Happy.

Thump.

Happy.

Thump.

Happy.

Thump.

Selina lifted her head up, grabbing Steph’s face and pulling her into a deep kiss, putting every seductive twist of her tongue she’d learned into action, and when she pulled away, she whispered to the girl. “You are amazing.”

Stephanie smiled at the words and Selina felt her own heart lift with the action.

“You work so hard, and you always want to do good. You’re an incredible hero, Stephanie. I’m so, so, sorry I haven’t helped you more.”

“No, no.” Steph ran her hands through Selina’s hair. “You helped me so much. I needed you there, I…” her eyes watered, tears spilling down her face. “Oh, god. I fucked this all up.”

She was crying. Selina felt her heart beat faster like she’d just tripped an alarm on a heist, panic scorching under her skin. Steph was crying, which meant she was failing. She had to fix this.

Selina twisted, throwing Stephanie down on the bed, her cock leaving Selina’s pussy as she tried to ignore the painful empty feeling that followed that fact.

“Selina, what are you-” Stephanie asked as the Catwoman crawled over her on all fours.

“I haven’t done nearly enough,” Selina said lowly, moving forward to slide her tongue against Steph’s cheek, licking up the tears. “That changes now.”

Selina took her pulsing cock, lining it back up with her pussy’s entrance and slid down on it, squeezing her kegels to tightly massage along her length, rising up again and slamming down, fucking her cowgirl style until Steph’s head was leaning back, nearly foaming at the mouth in pleasure.

That was better. This was right. Selina shook as the impossibly hard cock filled her completely over and over again, every downward stroke almost enough to make her lose her mind and collapse, but her focus on bringing Steph’s pleasure to its peak allowing her to rise up again.

“You’re so fucking good,” Selina moaned at her. “You pretty little blonde slut, I’ve always wanted you.”

Steph moaned even harder at the words, Selina fucking her faster.

“Always so eager, so happy, no matter how much Bruce tries to pound it out of you, no. You don’t deserve that. You deserve me.” She could feel the cock inside her twitch and buck, wanting release so badly. “I’ll teach you everything I know,” Selina promised, leaning forward as she slid up the cock to whisper in her ear. “Just keep fucking me.”

She slammed down, flexing her core as tight as she could, and Stephanie cried out, cumming inside her, hot and pure, pleasure shocking into Selina’s brain like she’d bitten into a cable, sticky cum coating her womb drowning her thoughts with perfect contentment.

Selina sagged bonelessly on top of her, Stephanie’s arms reaching up to grip her comfortingly, breathing heavily.

“That was… amazing,” Steph murmured, and Selina nuzzled up into her neck, humming.

“You were amazing.”

They laid there another few minutes, warm bodies flush with each other as Selina felt cum slowly slide from her cunt with a little regret she couldn’t keep it inside her longer.

“Batman thinks you’ve been kidnapped,” Selina said. “Replaced by Clayface. Barbara too, sent me in to find out what the situation was with you girls.”

“Barbara?” Steph sat up suddenly, the places where Selina was no longer touching her suddenly feeling cold. “Barbara’s here? Shit, we have to-”

“Shhh,” Selina held a finger up to her mouth, dragging her back down into bed. “Don’t worry. I’ll handle everything, okay?”

Steph gave a slow sigh, covering her eyes with an arm. “We still have to find Cheetah.”

“I wouldn’t worry about that,” a new voice beside Steph said, and Steph jumped, looking sharply over to see the furred supervillain laying on the bed beside her, smirking with obvious satisfaction.

Selina had barely felt the bed shift when she got on. She was sure to Steph it was like she’d just appeared there.

She was good.

“Wha- Cheetah?”

“It’s a kitty double header, sweet thing.” Cheetah grabbed her and pulled her into a hungry, primal, kiss, a long strand of saliva bridging their lips when she pulled away. “If you think you can handle it.”

Steph felt her cock rise and harden, reaching up to grab Cheetah by the neck and throw her down onto the bed beneath her. “You’ve caused me a lot of fucking trouble, cat.”

“Aww,” she faux-pouted. “However will you make me pay for it?”

Somehow, Selina thought Stephanie knew the answer just as much as Cheetah did.

Sliding off the bed while Stephanie worked, Selina rezipped her suit, walking outside to see the menagerie of villains that had already been ‘collected’ for Stephanie, idling away their time while they waited, Selina suspected, for her.

“Kitty.” Harley jumped into a hug, squeezing her tightly. “Welcome to the family, hun.”

“Harley, you are completely insane,” Selina told her flatly. “I can’t even imagine the lengths you had to bend your brain just to set this up.”

“Yep,” she answered cheerily, still hanging off her. “But it was worth it, and now we’re all on the same team again.”

Selina’s expression softened into a smile. “Thank you for looking out for Stephanie.”

“Pssh,” Harley waved a hand, looking away with a little color leaking through her white facepaint. “‘S no big deal.” After a few moments she looked back, eyes dropping to her hands nervously tapping together. “I missed ya, kitty.”

“I missed you, too, Harley.” Selina pressed a kiss to her forehead. “But now I need Batgirl. Once I dropped out of contact, I’m sure Batman’s ready to storm the place, and if Stephanie returns to the Cave as things are now, she’s just going to get locked up in the lab.”

“Yep, she’s just about ready, I think. Red?” Harley looked over to Poison Ivy, massaging a large pitcher plant beside her.

“She’s ripe enough,” Ivy confirmed, and the plant tipped over, Batgirl sliding unconsciously out from it covered in a thickly viscous green fluid. “Ready to return to your little Cave.”

Selina raised an eyebrow at her, gaze flicking back to Ivy. “Stephanie didn’t-”

Ivy shook her head. “Even if we threw her at Stephanie, I’m not sure she would take her, so we decided to go a more… indirect route. It should sort itself out, don’t worry.”

Selina considered asking more questions before shaking her head, picking up the sleeping woman. “Alright, I’ll handle the Bats. You scatter and lay low for a while. This is going to be a hard enough sell already.”

“So we just… what? Leave Steph to you?” Livewire’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “Until you feel like giving her back?”

“Relax, sparky.” Selina smirked, patting the electric villain on the cheek. “I told you I have a plan, didn’t I? You won’t be left out for long.”

Livewire looked away, muttering something dissatisfied.

“What’s the plan?” Harley asked.

Selina’s smile grew. “Oh, nothing special. We’ve just got to get these poor kidnapping victims to a doctor…”

Chapter Text

Cheetah was in heaven. There had always been detractors to her research, doubters who told her she took things too far over and over and over until her true transformation had taken place, and in all of them there was an underlining message she couldn’t help but be annoyed by. This idea that she’d changed her body beyond what it should be, that she was unnatural, when her instincts had screamed at her what her proper place in the world was.

She was a monster, a cheetah, a superior species grafted to her skin. This was who she was meant to be.

At the very first scent on Harley’s clothes, Cheetah knew this was where she was meant to be, too: pinned to a bed, fingers squeezed around her neck, and a thick cock she felt chase the thoughts from her head with every pounding thrust.

Being a scientist, a supervillain, it all seemed so complicated right then, so unnecessary.

“You’re a bad kitty. Bad.” Her owner yelled down at her, fingers squeezing tighter as Cheetah writhed underneath her, her massive dickmeat trapping her in place even if she wanted to escape, as any proper dick should. “Do you have any idea how much trouble you’ve caused me, you dumb fucking cat?”

Cheetah was a bad kitty. She wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to be a good kitty, not like Catwoman could, but that was okay. Owners needed bad kitties, too.

Cheetah came again, relishing the bruises forming on her neck, the way her master carved into her pussy without a care of Cheetah’s comfort, or how ruined she’d be for anyone else. This was where she belonged. Bad kitties got punished, and owners needed to punish things sometimes, needed to vent their anger, their stress. Well,

Cheetah would be the perfect stressball.

“Fuck.” Her master cursed, and Cheetah could feel the cock inside her twitching and bucking with every new thrust, something frantic building behind its agitated head battering against her womb.

“No.” Cheetah squirmed against her, trying to disguise the action as discomfort instead of seeking to grind the shaft even further inside. “No, you can’t cum inside me. I am a respected supervillain and scientist, not some beast of burden.”

Do it, Cheetah thrilled inside her head. Mark me. Own me. Hate me.

“Are you kidding me?” Her master lifted one of her hands off her neck, slapping it down across her face, the stinging pain making her shudder anew, her senses afire with the pleasure she couldn’t stop lancing through her drowning quim. “You’re my fucking cat toy. If I wanted to cuff you to a radiator and have you lick my cum off the ground for your only meals, there isn’t a damn thing you can do about it.”

Cheetah’s cunt clenched at the thought. Humiliated. Needy. Property. If it was what master wanted, it could only be divine.

“You couldn’t fucking handle me,” Cheetah snarled, the challenge igniting rage across her master’s face.

“You bitch.” She pounded into her faster, cock flexing, to stretch new parts of her, rubbing deep enough inside it felt like her guts were being shoved into her throat. “Do you think I’m a fucking moron?”

She slapped her again, pain prickling across her face, mixing and morphing with the endorphins flooding her brain.

“You think I can’t feel your pussy squeezing me in every time I hit you?” She slapped her again. “You think I just didn’t notice you gushing like a waterfall back here?” She reached down and pinched Cheetah’s clit hard, her back arching as she came again from the overwhelming pain and pleasure. “I’m gonna treat you like the fucking cumrag you are. I’m gonna use and abuse you as much as I want, and you’re gonna love every minute of it, but Cheetah?” She shoved her hand into Cheetah’s open mouth, fingers and thumbs on the outside squeezing painfully against her cheeks. “You’d better watch your fucking mouth. I take enough lip at home, alright?”

Cheetah’s eyes widened, nodding her understanding.

“Good.” Her master smiled, bending down to her exposed neck and kissing against the fur there. “Now you’re fucking mine.”

Cheetah felt her teeth clamp down at that spot, tight enough to draw blood, and she yowled, pussy clenching as hard as it could as her master finally came, boiling cum icing euphoria across her brain, womb filling to its utter limit, pumping her full until her stomach stretched with a visible bump, not a single coherent thought surviving in Cheetah’s brain.

“Who says taking care of pets is hard?” Her master muttered, slowly withdrawing her softening length from Cheetah’s ruined pussy, cum leaking out onto the sheets. “They just need lots of love, and a little…” she squeezed Cheetah’s ass, making the insensate villain moan. “Training.”

“Having fun?” Selina purred, leaning against the bannister.

“Oh, Selina.” Stephanie bounced off the bed, soaking cock swinging with the motion Selina did her best not to stare at for the moment. “Are you… okay? This dick might be demonic, I never should have-”

“Shhh.” Selina held a finger to Stephanie’s lips, silencing her. “I’m alright, kitten. I know you’d never mean to hurt me.”

Stephanie leaned forward, bumping her forehead against her chest with a groan. “I’m just so tired of being a screwup.”

Selina petted her hair gently. “You’re not a screwup, Steph. You’ve just got a lot going on.” She brought her hand under her chin to lift her head up for the tall woman. “Now come on. There’s something you’ll have to do before going back to the Cave.”

Stephanie made a face. “Honestly, don’t think anyone wants to see me back at the Cave.”

“You know that’s not true, Steph,” Selina admonished lightly, guiding her over to her discarded clothes to put her pants back on, then out the door. “Now get moving. You and Barbara need a quick checkup from Doctor Thompkins.”

“What?” Stephanie wrenched her hand away. “What happens when she finds out about this?” She gestured to her cock, somehow successfully stuffed back into her pants. “She’ll tell Batman right away.”

“She won’t as long as you can convince her it’s a good idea for her to keep it a secret,” Selina suggested.

“Like screwing her?” Stephanie made a face. “I mean, I like Doctor Thompkins, but she’s… super old… and I don’t think she’d even go for that.”

Selina smiled graciously. “I was thinking more like convincing her it was harmless.”

“Oh.” Stephanie’s shoulders relaxed. “Yeah, okay. How hard could that be?”

The memories Stephanie had of Doctor Thompkins’ clinic were the textbook definition of a mixed bag. Leslie could play the kind grandmother as well as the stern disciplinarian, and the times she was there to banter with one of the other Bats as they got treated were just as equaled by the times she could remember being in massive pain as she was treated. Leslie let her help, she believed in her. She didn’t think she should be a hero.

Yet another in the long line of that parade.

Now Stephanie had to show her mixed bag mentor her demonic cock and try to convince her the fact it seemed to make everyone she screwed with it her biggest fucking fan was a huge coincidence.

As soon as they walked inside, Doctor Thompkins leveled a flatly analytical stare at the trio before jerking her head to medical table. “Barbara first.” Selina laid the still unconscious girl down there, and Thompkins began her examination. “What happened?”

“She was taken hostage by villains. Harley, Ivy, and Livewire, from what I saw. Stephanie was, too, but I think they treated Barbara a little… rougher.”

Stephanie winced, the story much nicer than the real explanation, where she had been content to fuck mindlessly away while her friend was being kidnapped by her same bedmates. She wished she could say it was a surprise, but really she should have known they hadn’t changed.

The fact they hadn’t hurt her too much, and they said it was because Barbara had seen her breaking Ivy that they took her in was the only thing temporarily stilling her siccing Batman on all of them.

She still wasn’t sure if that was the right choice or not, but partly that’d depend on Doctor Thompkins’ findings.

“Physically, she’s dehydrated,” Thompkins reported. “Pores are open, she’s sweated a lot over the past few days. If you look at her hair and under her nails, you can see this goo?” She lifted up Barbara’s hands for Steph and Selina to look closer. “That’s sap. It looks like Poison Ivy submerged her in it to try and rehydrate, or for some other purpose, and attempted to clean it off after. Electrocution, I’m guessing that’s Livewire. Just a short shock, her heart looks like it’s recovered, though naturally I’d advise she not get shocked again anytime soon.” Thompkins dropped her hand back on the table. “Other than that, she’s exhausted, but long-term, I can’t find anything else wrong with her, physically, without running more tests.”

“So… she’s alright?” Steph hazarded.

Doctor Thompkins tilted her glasses down to look at her for a few moments before pushing them up again. “No, I doubt either of you are alright. These particular women aren’t liable to do things for no reason. Holding you hostage for an extended period to do nothing is highly unlikely.” She tapped another table with a pencil, taking off her gloves to replace them with fresh ones. “You next. Let’s see what the damage is.”

Stephanie hopped up onto the table, not quite sure how she’d break the news of her recent lower addition to her doctor, so deciding to wait for a couple other tests before trying to broach it.

“Physically…” she pursed her lips. “Hmm.”

“Yeah?” Steph asked.

Doctor Thompkins moved back, sitting down on a chair and removing her glasses to pinch the bridge of her nose with a weary sigh. “There aren’t many shapeshifters who come to my clinic, and far fewer still with good intentions. But if you’ve come to kill me, I can only say I’m an old woman, and there was no need to bother with a disguise.”

“Shapeshifter, what?” Steph looked over to Selina, but she seemed as nonplussed as Steph, herself, was. “What are you talking about?”

“There’s no use denying it. I can recognize the signs.” She waved her hand. “And in any case I’ve already notified Batman that you’re here. He should be on his way now.”

Right. Well.

That was a disaster.

Stephanie wasn’t sure how it was possible so many things could go wrong lately, though sometimes she suspected it wasn’t as much of a ‘lately’ thing as an… ‘always’ thing.

What was she supposed to do? She could run? Running from Batman, yeah, that always worked wonderfully. Stay and try to explain? Right, because B was usually so understanding when she tried to do that. Go full supervillain, get together the gang she’d apparently put together and hold the city hostage? Somehow, one of the more tempting options.

Stephanie heard the lock on the door click, looking over to see Selina standing beside it. “Steph, do you trust me?”

Her eyebrows furrowed. “Wh-yeah, of course I do.”

Selina walked closer, arms sliding behind Steph’s head and bringing her in for a deep, wanting, kiss.

Before Steph could react to that, Selina kissed her again, arms moving up to squeeze her tits, pawing against them, kneading them like dough, and Steph could feel her core start to heat up, blood rushing to her hardening dick at Selina’s impatient seduction.

“What are you doing?” Steph managed to get out in between kisses. “Doctor Thompkins is-”

“Shhh,” Selina shushed her, smiling comfortingly. “You trust me?” Steph nodded. “Good. Then just relax.”

Selina dipped low, down to her knees, carefully drawing Steph’s pants down to let her hard cock slap onto her forehead with a shudder, moving her nose up and down it like she wanted every inch of the smell imprinted on her brain.

Then Selina opened her mouth wide, and took her inside, every element Steph loved about fucking her unconscious throat earlier dialed up to eleven. Her mouth felt so much hotter, wetter, her throat even tighter as she forced more and more of Steph’s length down it, choking against it but never even thinking of letting go as she fucked her own throat against Steph’s cock.

Steph felt her legs give out, leaning heavily against the medical table as Selina continuously pushed against her, tongue licking up the underside of her cock wherever it could reach, drawing out her cum as much as she could. Steph’s balls already aching, pussy dripping, cock twitching to give Selina what she wanted.

She tried to hold back against Selina’s relentless assault of pleasure, but even cumming in her twice earlier, then Cheetah after, the days of going without still felt like she was going crazy with how backed up she was, and as her balls churned, and cock started to spasm, Selina drew her head back until only the tip remained in her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head until Steph couldn’t hold on anymore, shooting rope after rope of cum onto her tongue in a way that made the cat burglar shudder, gripping tightly against her legs.

When she pulled away, mouth a perfect seal around the cum, Stephanie didn’t even have time to question it before she slid toward the shocked Doctor Thompkins, pushing her up against a wall and forcing her into a liplock, shoving the gooey load down her throat.

Doctor Thompkins resisted a few moments, pushing against her, but it only took half a minute before the strength faded from her limbs, and when Selina finally pulled away, swiping a finger against her lip to grab at a dollop that had been missed, Doctor Thompkins’ glasses had fogged enough Steph couldn’t see her eyes. She stood, motionless, and Steph felt a rock forming in her gut at what had just occurred.

“What did you do?” Steph breathed.

“Come on, Steph, I know you’re smarter than that.” Selina smiled at her, hands landing on her shoulders to give them a comforting squeeze. “This was the best way to get her on our side.”

“But-” Steph’s head spun, suspicions, facts she’d dismissed or ignored suddenly surging to the front of her mind. “That’s dangerous. It’s demonic, it’s-”

“Harmless, Steph.” She gave another comforting squeeze. “There’s nothing wrong with making people like you a little more. You deserve to be liked. I’m still me, all the rogues are still themselves, too. It’s just… now we’re a team.”

Steph’s eyebrows furrowed, staring into Selina’s eyes without knowing what stared back.

“She’s right, Stephanie,” Doctor Thompkins finally spoke up, standing straight and readjusting herself. “The mental effects I’m experiencing are minor, nothing to get worked up over.”

“You’re… sure?” Steph wasn’t. It felt like she’d just walked into Invasion of the Body Snatchers, but somehow she was the one snatching bodies and it was like she couldn’t stop and it was all her fault and-

“I don’t lie to my patients,” Doctor Thompkins said severely, stirring Steph from the swirl her internal thoughts were becoming. “Now pull up your pants and lie down on the table. I’m going to administer a sedative to you before Batman arrives. It’s the only way he’ll accept your reappearance uncontested.”

“You’re…” Steph shifted away from her slightly, drawing her pants up again. “You’re not just gonna turn me in to him?”

“Stephanie, I thought you were an assassin coming to kill me. Now I know you’re not. Selina and I will handle him. So don’t worry, okay?” She smiled, something a bit more than the comforting way a doctor put their patients at ease, and more like what she’d seen from time to time back in Africa, when she’d really helped, done something right, but…

She hadn’t done anything this time.

“Ready?” She prepped a syringe.

Stephanie had dozens of questions running through her head, but… they really were running out of time.

“Steph, really.” Selina threw an arm over Doctor Thompkins’ shoulder. “Leave it to us, okay?”

Steph nodded, uncertainly. “O-okay.”

The needle went in. Steph laid down on the table, and slowly let a murky darkness flood her vision, the sedative blacking her out completely.

“Is she out?” She heard Selina’s voice before she fully fell unconscious.

“By now she should be,” Doctor Thompkins’ too.

“Good. You know what you’re going to tell him, right?” Selina asked.

“Of course I do.” Doctor Thompkins slid a caressing finger against Steph’s cheek. “I’ll tell him whatever helps.”

Steph could hear the satisfied smile in Selina’s voice just before sleep took her completely. “That’s my girl.”

When Steph finally floated back into consciousness, there was a weight on her stomach she couldn’t identify. Her limbs felt sluggish and boneless, an errant headache worming its way into her skull. She was exhausted, god, this was why sedatives sucked.

She slowly cracked open two bleary eyes, looking around to see herself still in the clinic, with the weight on her stomach identifying itself with a full head of black hair sleeping there, waiting for her to wake up.

“...Tim?” She hazarded.

The head looked up, teary-eyed, and shot forward into a desperate hug, squeezing her tight like she’d disappear if the hands left her body.

“Cass.” Steph relaxed into the girl’s embrace, tired arms reaching up to return the hug. Cass started shaking, silent sobs moving through her and Steph frowned down, petting her head comfortingly. “Cass, what’s wrong?”

“Couldn’t save.” She sniffled, squeezing even tighter. “Left alone. Bad friend.”

“What? No.” Steph tried to press as much assurance as she could into the words. “Cass, you’re a great friend, and I’m totally fine, see?” Steph stretched her arms out and up, showing off her lack of injuries as Cass looked her over. “No dings, no dents.”

Cass pointed wordlessly at a spot on her arm with a large bruise, a tiny droplet of blood beading out of the center and proof that Cass’ observational skills were way beyond even Steph’s awareness of herself, as was typical.

“Okay, well I don’t know where that came from,” Steph admitted. “But mostly I’m a hundred percent fine.”

Cass laughed, smothering the sound like she was afraid anyone would hear in a habit she’d never fully broken out of. “Mostly hundred? No. Hundred. Not hundred. No mostly.”

“Hey, I can be mostly a hundred percent if I want to,” Steph protested to the silently giggling girl.

Cass reached over to squeeze her hands, slowly enunciating the words, “I’m. Glad. You’re. Back.”

Steph smiled back, feeling tears prick the edges of her eyes. “Yeah, Cass. I’m glad, too.”

Tim chose that moment to walk in, blinking surprised at Steph and Cass. “Hey, Cass, you were supposed to send an update when she woke up.”

Cass raised an eyebrow. “Happened now.”

Tim didn’t seem entirely satisfied by that answer, but shrugged it off with a smile and a wave to the temporary patient. “How you feeling, Steph?”

“A little like shit,” she admitted. “But I’ve had worse.”

“That’s the spirit.” He shot her a thumbs up, before turning to his phone, sending some kind of update to Batman, most likely.

“What’d I miss while I was…” Steph looked to the two of them, hoping they could fill in the gap what the story was by that point.

“Captured by Clayface?” Tim answered, still looking at his phone while Cass stayed typically quiet. “Hood’s been working dockside with Robin, apparently there’s a new drug coming in under Scarface’s banner. Cass and I have been having loads of fun with a museum thief apparently trying to get into the Catwoman game but for bird-themed jewelry, and Nightwing had to go back to Jump to deal with some old enemy of his and Starfire’s.”

Steph leaned back on the hospital bed, absorbing the information. “What about B?”

Tim stopped typing on his phone, thumbs frozen in the air for a moment before he looked up. “B was looking for you, Steph.”

Her eyebrows furrowed, confused. “Huh?”

“Ever since you and Barbara got taken, he hasn’t done anything else.” Tim revealed seriously, and looking to Cass, she nodded in agreement.

Well, that was… something.

Ah. Steph quieted the confusion in her head, eyes sliding closed. ‘Ever since you and Barbara got taken…’ he wasn’t looking for her at all. That made much more sense.

“How is Barbara doing?” Steph asked.

“Feels like my head got split open like a cantaloupe,” Barbara’s voice suddenly interjected, and the trio looked over to see her sitting up slightly on the bed across from her. “But at least I’m not stripped naked, locked in a sweaty closet, anymore, so I’ll take the lumps.”

“Barbara, I am so sorry.” Steph shook her head. “You never should have gotten caught up in this.”

Barbara looked down. “I’m sorry we didn’t realize anything was wrong before you…” her eyes narrowed a little warily. “You are… ‘you’, right?”

“Doc Thompkins cleared her,” Tim interjected, and Barbara’s shoulders relaxed, lying back down.

“Oh thank god.”

“Could just asked,” Cass muttered, looking up at Steph with an analytical gaze. “Clayface can’t trick. Know Stephanie.”

Somehow, that’s the thing that made Steph start to cry, the assurance that someone actually knew her, well enough a shapeshifting villain wouldn’t be able to take her place so easily. Why was it so sad someone would even say that?

Why couldn’t she believe it, even then?

Cass hugged her closer as Steph’s head pounded with the headache, throat burning, unable to stop the tears from coming. God, she was so pathetic.

Bruce Wayne walked through the door.

Steph pulled away from Cass, furiously scrubbing her face so there wouldn’t be tears despite how obvious her puffy red eyes would make it.

His eyes passed over her, letting nothing escape his flat expression. “Are you ready to go?”

No. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“It’s your call, chief,” she shrugged, affecting nonchalance.

Cass looked back at him, their eyes meeting and some silent message passing between the pair.

“Grab your things.” He turned and walked out the door.

Steph sighed, leaning back against the wall with a heavy thump. “I do love our long chats.”

Cass squeezed her hand one more time, standing up, with Tim helping Barbara off the bed on the other side. After a moment of psyching herself up, Steph swung boneless legs over the side of the bed and unsteadily made it to standing as well, grabbing the bundle of her stuff left on the table and following the group of Bats out and into the limousine, aching head pressed against the cool window as Alfred drove them back to the Manor.

Tim was still typing something on his phone, Barbara had to be more tired than Steph was, Cass and Bruce were as taciturn as ever. It took Alfred to finally break the silence, as he pulled up the long and winding road to Wayne Manor.

“I’ve prepared a selection of soups and sandwiches to facilitate your healthy return, as well as drawn some hot baths. May I just say, before we get inside, welcome back, Miss Barbara, Miss Stephanie. The Manor hasn’t been the same without you.”

He said it like Steph wasn’t hardly ever there anyway.

“It’ll be good to have your cooking again, Alfred, thanks.” Barbara said genuinely, before making a face. “They did feed me, but it was all fast food, which is a little yuck for so many days in a row.”

“I seem to recall you had a different opinion some years ago,” Alfred noted with a bit of amusement.

The tips of Barbara’s lips quirked up in a smile. “Ah, the folly of youth.”

The limousine pulled into the large manor garage, filled with expensive and rare sportscars Steph was fairly certain Bruce didn’t care about in the slightest. There was some wry comment she could make about the fact he kept them around anyway, she was sure.

Steph grimaced. Why was it so easy for her thoughts to get like this? She wasn’t happy when she was at the Manor, wasn’t happy when she was told to leave. When was she happy?

Harley’s lips on hers, hugging Ivy close, Livewire blushing under her, Cheetah, Selina, all of it flashed through her mind, dick giving an involuntary twitch at the memories.

Perfect. She was happy with something the absolute definition of unsustainable.

Cass nudged up against her, looking at her concernedly when Steph looked back. “Okay?” She whispered to her.

“Yeah, Cass, I’m all good,” she assured her with a wan smile. “Just working through some stuff.”

Cass didn’t seem entirely convinced by that, but she let it pass regardless, the limo turning off and allowing all its passengers to disembark, Steph included.

“If you’ve got any cucumber sandwiches, I am in,” Barbara announced as they walked up into the main building itself. “It’s been way too long and I’ve been craving-”

“...be back yet, but we can use the holding cell to-” Dick’s voice came through the hall a moment before he appeared, frozen for a moment in surprise with a small conga line of people just behind him.

Damian, she’d expected, the little devil in his Robin suit sulking behind the pack was a standard feature by then. Jason, Red Hood outfit on display, was a more uncommon feature to the mansion, but he’d been coming more often recently and it made some sense to be with Damian if they were working on a case together. Dick, kitted out in his Nightwing suit, she was more surprised by, since he had to go to Jump, but whatever he was dealing with must have been resolved by then. Starfire, more surprising still to come back from Jump, Steph wasn’t sure she’d ever actually met her in person with the lack of her showing up in Gotham, but if he was coming from Jump, it wasn’t outside the realm of possibility for her to be there.

Uncommon, unusual, surprising, all of that was fine.

It was the last member of the party that was truly confusing: an armored woman with orange skin, cuffed and bound by a Belle Reve power sealing collar, and a mask with a muzzle over her mouth, like she was Hannibal goddamn Lecter.

Other than that, though, same height, same build, if it weren’t for the tar black hair and purple eyes, Steph would have said she was a dead ringer for Starfire.

“Nightwing: report,” Bruce demanded, any recognition he was still dressed like a civilian discarded in favor of the Bat.

“We were just getting her into a holding cell. Had to come up here because the Cave entrance was… blocked,” Dick gave a look Jason’s way at that.

“That is not my fault.” Jason jabbed a finger. “I got that explosive as far away from the Cave as I could.”

“You brought it into the Cave,” Dick snapped back.

“I-”

“Enough.” Bruce cut them both off. “Go. Make sure she’s secured. We’ll discuss this after.”

Dick went with Starfire and the prisoner down into the Cave, Damian moving to stand by Bruce while Jason headed for the door.

“Hood.” A word from Bruce stopped him. “I meant we’d discuss everything after.”

“Enjoy your cucumber sandwiches, Bruce.” Hood waved behind him, resuming his exit. “I’ve got work to do.”

Bruce sighed, unable or unwilling to stop him from leaving. As he went, Steph watched Jason’s gaze sweep over her and Barbara’s return, but whatever he thought of it he didn’t comment, exiting right out the front door.

“Well,” Alfred broke in after a tense few moments of silence. “Right this way to the prepared dining options, everyone.”

Steph moved along with everyone else, but there was a slight sluggishness to her steps unrelated to the events of the day or the sedative still clearing out of her system.

She was slow because, for a moment, before Dick and Starfire had brought the prisoner downstairs, the strange alien they had cuffed, collared, and muzzled had looked right at Steph. No one else, just Steph, and her eyes went halflidded, crinkling at the sides like behind the muzzle she was smiling at her.

What was that? Was she supposed to know who that was? What was her deal?

With her head spinning with brand new questions, Steph made her way into the dining room, sitting down beside Barbara and Cass and started to eat.

The food was delicious. Dinner conversation? More or less absent. Dick and Starfire joined the table in civvies not long after they’d begun, and while Damian tried to just eat in uniform, Bruce forced him to change as well.

“Is she secured?” Bruce asked without preamble.

Dick nodded, taking his seat with Starfire sitting a moment after. “She is, but even if she wasn’t, I doubt she’d go far. Apparently she’s royally pissed off some bigshot alien, so she came here to sucker us into getting bounty hunters off her back.”

“Lobo?” Bruce asked, and Dick grimaced.

“Among others.”

Bruce grunted.

“So, we’re going to keep her here until we can get out of her what actually happened, and either fix it, or get her transferred to a galactic prison where she’s less likely to be killed, or worse, by the bounty hunters.”

“I am truly sorry for the inconvenience,” Starfire spoke up, bowing her head. “Blackfire is a vicious tyrant and villain who likely deserves the fate she created, but she is also my sister. While I can still hope to prevent this fate, I must try.”

“It’s fine. You did the right thing,” he told Dick, and Stephanie felt a slight twinge in her stomach at the words. “Lobo is relentless, but he rarely lets things get personal. As soon as the bounty’s off the table, he’ll give up. Gather what information you can, come to me with action plans in the morning.” At Dick’s assent, he continued. “In the meantime, access to the Cave will be limited to essential personnel, for safety.”

Steph’s stomach curled. He didn’t have to look at her as he said it, the meaning was clear enough.

She tossed her napkin onto the table, standing up.

“Stephanie?” Cass asked.

“I’m going to bed,” was all she could weakly mutter as explanation before leaving.

Welcome back to the Manor, Steph, she thought to herself bitterly.

It’s always so much fun here.