She slid the panel on her glove open to reveal her mini bat computer and pulled out the linking cable. She plugged it to the Lexcorp terminal started the tedious task of hacking into the Lexcorp mainframe, located in the Lexcorp building in Gotham, not as impressive as the one he had in Metropolis, but impressive nonetheless. She bypassed firewalls and decrypted folders, looking for a possible connection to Two-Face or Riddler. Finally, she broke through to the security feed, a grid of camera recordings appearing before her. Each stream revealed a different location in the Lexcorp building, including his office.
As the feeds rolled, Batgirl's breath caught in her throat. The first stream showed Lex Luthor in what she assumed was the building R&D department, overseeing the testing of a massive, high-tech weapon that obliterated a concrete wall with a single blast. That's Apokolipse tech! He's probably breaking a dozen laws by owning it, let alone using it to make weapons. The video also had audio, and she turned it up. His voice was calm, almost casual, as he discussed the potential for mass production. And who would the buyers be, Lex?
She started flipping through feeds, recording everything. One showed him in a conference room, leaning over a trembling public official, threatening his family's lives over a policy change. Another showed him researching what appeared to be Venom, a strength-enhancing drug commonly used by Bane. Finally, she came upon the worst one yet—a video of Lex, strangling what looked like a female trainer in an exercise room. Batgirl's breath caught in her throat as she watched the struggling woman's body eventually go limp. Lex dropped her to the ground, and had his men come in and carry the body off.
She decided to flip through a few more before calling it quits, she had more than enough evidence to make sure Luthor spent the rest of his life in jail. Just as she was about to stop one particular recording caught her eye, freezing her breath in her chest. The screen showed the opulent interior of Lex Luthor's office. Lex himself sat behind his massive desk, his fingers steepled together in a gesture of calculated calm. Beside him stood his imposing bodyguard, the beautiful but deadly Mercy Graves. But it was who stood before the desk that made Batgirl's heart plummet—a figure, bound and gagged, wearing a familiar red and green uniform. Robin. The screen flickered again, and Batgirl's breath hitched as the Riddler stepped into view, his question mark covered green suit immaculate, his eyes glinting mischief beneath his green domino mask. He was pacing back and forth in front of Lex Luthor's desk, where Lex sat with an air of calm superiority, his fingers steepled together. Robin still wore her mask and she seemed mostly intact, which was a miracle. Vigilantes were usually unmasked when caught. Riddler's loyal henchwomen, Echo and Query, flanked either side of Robin, making sure she didn't try anything. Neither of were arrested when the Riddler was last busted, and nobody had seen them since then. They must have left the city and waited for Eddie to bust himself out. Gotta admit, thats dedication.
She turned up the volume as Luthor was addressing Riddler. "-battled the Kryptonian and the Justice League, what makes you think I'd waste my time or resources on Batgirl?"
Riddler slapped his gloved hands on Luthor's desk and leaned forward with a big grin. "I know you're in the big leagues, Lexie, but if you're dipping your toes in Gotham it's only a matter of time before you run into Batman. He may not be more powerful than a locomotive or faster than a speeding bullet, but rest assured he's more than capable of molly whopping any scheme you dream up"
Not to be intimidated by the green garbed villain, Lex leaned forward with a look of contempt. "So why not just focus on Batman himself? Why bother with his sidekicks? He's a mere mortal, not some alien powerhouse or amazonium warrior."
Nigma leaned back and sat on the massive desk. "There's nothing mere about that mortal" Riddler assured. That man is the devil himself, and if you underestimate him he will knock your dick into the dirt."
Lex paused, seemingly contemplating Riddlers words. He then looked at the bound and gagged heroine before him. "So just unmask her and find out who she is. Chances are her identity will lead to his. Then we can blackmail him, or better yet, find where he lives and have the place bombed."
Riddler shook his head and removed his green derby hat, running his hand through his red hair. "There's no way he isn't expecting that. He has certainly assumed that we'd unmask her and has planned for it by now, he probably has contingencies upon contingencies for their secret identities getting exposed by their enemies. Besides, exposing his identity might not make him more vulnerable. But if his girls are in danger..." Riddler honked one of Robin's tits, grinning as he heard her muffled threats "...it could open him up for a finishing blow."
Lex looked at him, then Robin. "But why all the extra attention on Batgirl? Surely it wouldn't be too much trouble to capture her like you did Robin here."
Riddler grew quiet for a moment. When he did speak, his normally cheerful voice was quiet and rimmed with rage. "Because that bitch ruined everything. I had Batman in my grasp, I had him and could have ended him during my first riddle. But she RUINED EVERYTHING! The last few years would have been a dream come true if she hadn't come along and fucked it all to hell, we'd have this city carved up and divided between the Arkham crew. For that, she will pay like no other masked vigilante has ever paid."
Lex smirked at him. "I can certainly get behind that, I'd have Metropolis under my complete control if an alien thing hadn't landed here."
Riddler put his derby hat back on and winked at Luthor. "Just think about what this place could be without Bats in the belfries. We'll take over the streets, you aquire Wayne Industries and rule Gothams business world. Without Batman and his birds, Gothams true nature will flourish and we'll all live like Kings."
Clearly struggling to take the green garbed man seriously, Lex arched his eyebrow at him. "And if all this effort only results in getting rid of Batgirl and Robin? We'd be dealing with a very pissed-off psycopath in a batsuit" he challenged, his smooth voice making no effort to hide his contempt.
The Riddler smiled at Luthor in such a way that reminded Lex that the man was deeply disturbed. "Perhaps. But this will forever isolate him. He'll never want to put anyone else in a costume again after what we do to his bitches and no one would dare put one on to end up like them. If we do this right, we could scare people off of masks so bad that even Halloween in Gotham will be a forgotten memory."
He reaches out and trails his finger across Robin's ass. As if on cue, Echo and Query begin running their hands all over Robin's body. They grip her tits and grab her ass, molesting the heroine as she tried to weather the violation. "See, Batman is a legend. A boogeyman the worst of the worst. But Batgirl? Robin? They are clearly highly skilled, intelligent, and successful combatants. But they are also clearly human. In other words, they're an inspiration. Proof that that mere mortals can successfully battle the criminal element in America's most dangerous city." He smiles fondly at his henchwomen slipped their hands into Robin's pants, causing the distressed damsel to clench her eyes shut and scream into her gag. His eyes flickered with dark intent as they flicked back over to Lex. "We're going to show everyone what the price is."
Lex Luthor leaned back in his chair, his expression a mask of indifference. "I'm afraid I have no interest in your petty vendettas and rehashed plans, Riddler," he said coolly, his voice dripping with disdain. "While the idea of breaking such attractive vigilantes is... intriguing, I have far greater ambitions than to team up with you lunatics to a couple of losers in Halloween costumes. My vision for Gotham doesn't require such dramatic gestures. It requires precision, strategy, and patience—qualities you seem to lack." He waved a dismissive hand, his eyes never leaving the Riddler." "Take your games elsewhere. I have a city to reshape."
The Riddler's face twisted in frustration, but he quickly regained his composure. The Riddler leaned in, the video capturing him whispering to Luther but the audio couldn't make out what he said. He then got up, straightened his green suit, motioned to his lackey, who grabbed Robin and walked out of the office. Batgirl could finally hear sirens approaching. She ensured every incriminating file was copied, then ejected the drive and slipped it into a hidden compartment in her glove, a backup plan secured. She jumped out of the van and used her grappling gun to shoot up to the roof across the street.
Batgirl moved with determination through the Gotham night, her cape whipping in the wind as she landed on the roof. Luthor is my only lead on Robin, but he's not to be underestimated. Even Superman gives pause when dealing with Lex Luthor. I have to make sure my evidence is safe in case this goes south. She used her gauntlet monitor to summon a specialized Batdrone to her location from one of Batman's many caches around the city. Batman was nothing if not well prepared, and he knew the difficulty in hiding evidence in a world of hackers and telepaths. When the drone arrived, Batgirl put the flash drive in one of its compartments and sent it on its way. It had an AI component that would seek out a random rooftop and then disguise itself as part of and AC unit or ventilation system. It would remain hidden for 24 hours before pinging its location to the Batcomputer
With her backup plan secured, she turned her attention to the main mission, interrogating Lex Luthor for any leads on Robin's current whereabouts. She swung across the city towards the large 60-story building with a giant green L on the side. Lex had it built a few years ago when he started branching out of Metropolis after he had publicly stated that he wants a Lexcorp building in every major city in america. Usually his subordinates ran these out-of-state business buildings while Lex stayed in Metropolis, preferring to personally oversee the crowning jewel of his kingdom. She didn't know why he was here in Gotham now, but she didn't like it.
She landed on the roof and quickly made her way to the security panel. She linked her gauntlet computer to the panel and started disabling the alarms and looping the cameras on the top floor, where Lex's office would be. No way someone with Lex's ego would tolerate someone stationed above him. Sharing a city with someone who can fly over him must be a constant fucking challenge to that ego.
She made her way cautiously down the brightly lit hallways, a batarang held in preparation of finding trouble. There was an unsettling stillness to the space, something that made her uneasy. She expected guards, death traps, some sign of life, but the silence was deafening. Her instincts screamed at her, a primal warning that something was terribly wrong.
She quickly found the door to Luthor's office. She hesitated, then pushed open the heavy doors with a confident shove, her eyes narrowing as they assessed Lex Luthor's office. The room was sparse but somehow still opulent, with polished mahogany paneling and a sprawling city view that a humble librarian might never see unless she wore a mask and broke into a billionaires office. There was nobody in the office, so she made her way over to his desk. If Lex wasn't here, she could hack his personal computer and look for clues to Robin's whereabouts there. However, when she turned his monitor around to face her, she was immediately alarmed to see a message on the screen that read HELLO BATGIRL. Fuck, it's a trap!
She whipped around and started for the door. It was too late. Gas started to fill the room, and as she reached into her belt for her gas mask she was horrified to remember that she had left it on the floor of the bank. She quickly pivoted for the large window, attempting to dive through it but the gas had already taken its toll. She slammed face first into the thick glass, the power sucked from her by the gas. She slid down the glass and crumpled onto the ground. Right before she lost consciousness she looked up to see Lex Luthor and his bodyguard, Mercy standing over her, both wearing Lexcorp gas masks.
Luthor pushed the ventilation button and the hissing sound of the gas being sucked out filled the chamber. Lex nonchalantly walked over to his chair behind his large desk, sitting down as he gestures to the chair in front of his desk.
Mercy grabs Batgirl by one of her ankles and drags her limp form over to the chair. She then frisked Batgirl for weapons, removing her belt and all the lock picks hidden in her boots and gloves. She dumps them on Luther's desk, then grabbed Batgirl under her armpits and picked her up, dropping her into the chair unceremoniously. She placed Batgirl's arms on the armrest and then nods to her boss. Luthor tapped a button on a control panel on his desk and hidden shackles snapped out of the armrest and secured Batgirl's wrists.
He started searching her belt, inspecting tools and weapons. "Wake her up" he commanded without looking up, laying everything on the table. Mercy cracked smelling salts underneath Batgirl's nose, smirking as the young heroine jolted awake in a state of surprise and alarm.
For a moment Batgirl didn't know where she was, but one look at Luthor made it all come crashing back. Not good she thought, doing her best to not let Lex know how rattled she was. Stay calm and don't let him intimidate you, so long as I have that flash drive I have the power here. "Lex! Thank God you're here. I've been working on the case and I'm fresh out of clues, I've been trying to find the sick fuck that stole your hair but so far I've found a zilch. Condiment King is my primary suspect of course, but I can't seem to catch up to him."
Lex's laughter filled the room, a deep, resonant sound that echoed off the cold walls. "You know, you'd think I'd have heard enough bald jokes to fill a book by now. But I haven't. In fact, I rarely hear one because people are smart enough to know I'll kill them for it." he said, his voice dripping with genuine amusement. "I don't mean to laugh, but your rookie blunder tonight couldn't have been better timed. We've been looking for the Riddler so we can pull him apart for a transgression slightly bigger than a bald joke." Lex leaned forward as the smile drained from his face. "But as I'm sure you know, he's very interested in making your life a living hell. He's cooked up some pointless scheme to get back at you, his nemesis who's larping as a superhero. And after I refused to help him, he stole a handful of security vans and about twenty of my security drones. I would like very much to make him pay for that, but your presence here could maybe make that easier and more satisfying. Ending you now would render the Riddler's elaborate plan utterly pointless, and all I had to do was stay in my office. How... pathetic."
Batgirl's jaw tightened as she felt her temper rise. "Pathetic would be a billionaire who fights alien gods getting sent to jail for the rest of his life by a street level vigilante." She grins and looks from Mercy to Lex. '"Did you really think I'd come in here without a way to destroy you and your company? I have enough evidence on you to send you and your bimbo assassin here to jail for murder and illegal weapons manufacturing."
Lex grew silent for a moment as he studied her, his interest piqued as he got up from his desk and made his way to the front of it. "Oh, do tell. What could you possibly have uncovered that you think would threaten me?" He leaned in, his face inches from hers.
Batgirl's resolve hardened, and with a steady tone, she revealed what she'd discovered, "You really have to up your cyber security, Lex. I got into your security feeds backup and saw everything. I know about the weapons you're building with Apokolips tech, I saw you threatening elected officials, and I sure as fuck saw you strangle that woman. What was that about, Lex? Did someone see your small peckerin the locker room and have to be silenced?"
Lex's face twisted with rage and alarm for a moment, his eyes narrowing as Batgirl's words cut through him. "You think you're clever, don't you?" he sneered, stepping closer to her restrained form. "Uncovering a few trivial dealings and thinking you can threaten me? I have empires to build, cities to reshape, and you think your little discoveries will stand in my way?" He laughed again, but it was an angry sound.
"You saw the security feeds, yes, but did you see everything? Did you see the warehouses filled with world changing weapons, the records of every corrupt official in Gotham and Metropolis who owes me favors?"
Batgirl's voice cut through Lex's posturing, steady and unyielding. "None of which will save you when I turn this information over to Superman. He's been trying to get evidence like this on you for years, he's just been bound by the law. The Gotham Bats don't have that problem."
Lex glanced back at her equipment laid out on his desk. "And where would this 'evidence' be right now? It doesn't seem to be anywhere in your collection of quaint toys."
Batgirl glared at him. "Don't be stupid, Luthor. I'm the only person in the world who knows where it is and it's going to stay that way. But if anything happens to me then it gets a shotgun across the internet. You'll have thrown away your company and your freedom for little old me." She then secretly braced for Luthor's response. She had just taken a big gamble and had no doubt that Luthor was very aware that he held her life in his hands.
Lex sat on the edge of her desk in front of her, tapping his fingers on the desk as he contemplated the weight of Batgirl's words. "Mercy, get the electric clamps" he ordered, rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. A small smile crept onto her face as she reached into his desk. Batgirl's heart spiked when she saw Graves had retrieved a green and silver TENS unit with two cords attached. At the ends of the swinging cords were some sinister looking clamps. She had no doubt that this Lexcorp TENS unit goes far past 11.
"Sorry guys, no muscle cramps on me, though I appreciate the concern." She quipped, trying to mask her discomfort at where this was going. Mercy placed it in Batgirl's lap, then grabbed the bottom of Batgirl's top and pulled up slowly. "Hey! Whoa! STOP that!" Batgirl blurted out as she felt more and more of her tuned belly get exposed. Her shocked eyes locked onto Mercy's sadistic eyes as the top reached her breasts. Mercy continued to slowly pull up, biting her lower lip as she watched Batgirl's tits rise, the tight fabric pulling them up. Finally, her perky tits dropped, bouncing free of their confines. Her nipples immediately hardened as the cool air hit them, her face growing red as she was exposed. "Get a good look, you fucking pervert." She struggled against her bonds, but stopped when she realized it was just making her breasts bounce.
She glared at Mercy as she attached the clamps to her nipples. Batgirl winced as she felt the clamps bite into her nipples, the pain radiating throughout her tits. She gave them a sharp tug to make sure they were securely attached, humiliating the masked heroine as she felt the tug stretch her nipples. "She's ready for you, boss" Mercy said with cold pleasure.
Batgirl stared ahead, readying herself as Luthor took the TENS unit from Graves. "You'll have to forgive me Batgirl, it's been awhile since I used this. I originally made this with Supergirl in mind. I still needed a red sun room to use it on her, but it still packs a wallop."
Batgirl's eyes nearly bugged out of her head upon hearing that the electric device currently clamped onto her udders was designed for one of the strongest beings in this solar system. That thing could blow my tits off or stop my heart! She thought in alarm as she saw Lex power it on.
"Since you're far more fragile than Supergirl, I can only use the lowest settings" Lex admitted while looking down at her. "Do yourself a favor and tell me where you hid the evidence and we can avoid all this unpleasantness."
Batgirl shot him a dirty look. "I'm so happy I never pierced my nipples now. I can't imagine a metal ring would be good for meEEEAAARGH!!!" Her smartass remark turned into a howl of pain as Luthor sent high voltage shooting into her. Her gloved fingers splayed out as her body convulsed, her tits shaking as the clamps ran electricity into her nipples. Luthor couldn't help but smile as he watched her writhe in pain. After a couple of seconds he turned it off and waited for her to settle.
"Maybe you like this? Getting put into bondage, getting nipple torture... is that the point of the skintight costume? An open invitation or dare to be captured and humiliated? For all I know, your enemies pass you around on a daily basis and this is your idea of a good time."
"FUCK you, Luthor! When I get out of this I'm going carve my name on your bald heAAAAAA!!!" Her head rolled back as the volts hit her, her eyes wide open but unseeing as her body was filled to the brim with agony. She arched her back as her toes curled up tight inside her yellow boots, her body pulling uselessly against her restraints.
Luthor let it go longer this time, watching her body involuntarily jump around. After he was done he watched her slump forward as he turned it off, the pain momentarily overwhelming her. She was only out for a moment before she snapped back to consciousness with a gasp. He gave her a few moments to compose herself before resuming the interrogation. When she opened her mouth to speak, Luthor hit her again. He shook his head as she was spasming in her seat. "People dressed like clowns or crocodile people may be impressed with your smartass remarks, but you're messing with the big leagues now, girl. Here in this office, your bravado will only earn you heart failure." He let go of the button and watched her do her best to shake it off. "This is your last chance, girl. Tell me what I want to do or I'll turn this up to a setting that would make Wonder Woman flinch."
Batgirl did her best to get her breathing and heart rate under control, to make her body relax. "Turn it up to 11, Luthor." She said, clenching her gloved fists. "I'll die happy knowing that the great Lex Luthor, a misogynistic pig, lost everything to a 'sidekick'. Do your worst, baby dick. I knew the risks when I put this mask on."
Lex's frustration spiked in that moment, and he turned the dial up on his TENS unit. But before he could send a lethal charge into her chest, he paused. Her last statement stuck with him and he suddenly saw the solution to his problem. With a slow, deliberate movement, he turned to his bodyguard. "Leave us," he commanded, his voice low and even, betraying none of the rage brewing beneath. "Take this with you" he ordered, handing her the TENS unit. Mercy nodded silently and looked down at Batgirl, smiling and winking at her before obeying Luthor's command. She removed the clamps from Batgirl's sore nipples, then left without saying a word. The doors closed behind her, leaving the restrained heroine alone with America's richest monster.
Lex began walking around his captive, making her nervous. "Very well, Batgirl," he began, his smooth voice laced with underlying menace. "I commend you for your tenacity. I underestimated you. Clearly, you are not as ridiculous as you look." He said, and Batgirl detected a bit of sincerity to that. "Still, my future, my company, and my legacy are far more important than your life or anything you could accomplish. Even my crimes help the world more than your good deeds. The arms deals, the bribes, the labs— and yes, the murder of my personal trainer. She was far too smug when she won our sparring match. Won't do that again, will she?" he asked with a smirk. He then stood behind her and rested his hands on her shoulders. "And yes, if the world found out I'd be destroyed. But evidence can be so... fleeting, can't it?"
Lex's words hung in the air like a threat, and Batgirl's brow furrowed in concern. "What do you mean?" she asked. Lex chuckled, the sound low and menacing, as his grip on her shoulders tightened. "Evidence, my dear Batgirl, is only as powerful as the hands that wield it. You see, all I have to do is convince you not to release it. And how could I possibly gain blackmail material on you?" He asks as he taps his finger on his chin. He walks back in front of her and leans towards her masked face. "Now, tell me, what would you do with that evidence if I were to unmask you right here, right now, and take pictures of your face for the entire world to see?"
Batgirl's breath caught in her throat as the weight of Lex's words crashed down on her. She had faced countless dangers, battled villains who sought to destroy her, but nothing compared to the peril that ahe now faced. Her mind raced, envisioning the headlines, the images, the unstoppable fallout. She swallowed hard before answering. "Nothing you do to me will save you from the hell I can unleash on you" she said, with all the defiance she could muster.
Lex's eyes narrowed as he stepped closer, sending off the alarms in Batgirl's head. "So here's what will happen. I'm going to find out who you are, where you work, and if your secret identity can be traced back to Batman." He paused, watching as her eyes instinctively darted around to the security cameras in his office. "Don't worry, the footage will stay with me and only me so long as you keep your silly evidence to yourself."
As Lex's hand reached for her mask, Batgirl's heart raced with a mix of fear and adrenaline. This can't be happening! She struggled with her restraints, no longer caring if it made her exposed breasts bounce in front of her captors, but they wouldn't budge. "Wait, don't!" she exclaimed, her voice sharp with sudden desperation, but it was too late. With a swift, brutal motion, Lex gripped the top of her cowl and tore it away, revealing her face to both Luthor and his cameras. He just unmasked me in front of a camera! And my tits are still out! My career and life is over if he releases that footage! Her arms instinctively tried to cover her face but were stopped by the shackles. She attempting to shield her face with her hair, but Lex was relentless. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pointed her exposed face at his cameras. "Stop! You fucking bastard, no!"
Lex had a half-interested look on his face as he studied her exposed features, his expression a mixture of curiosity and boredom. He tilted his head slightly, as if trying to place her, but there was no spark of recognition. "You're... nobody," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief. Batgirl's heart pounded in her chest as she realized the truth—her secret was still safe. Lex's grip on her hair, his fingers digging deeper into her skin. "Who are you?" he demanded in a menacing tone.
Batgirl's voice steadied as she met Lex's gaze, her defiance unwavering. "I'm Batgirl," she declared, the words echoing with a resolve that belied her restrained state. Lex's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Not for much longer," he sneered, raising his phone to capture her face. The flash illuminated the face and breasts of Barbara Gordon, each snap a dagger to her soul. "If these photos surface, you'll be covered by every social media influencer, podcaster, and reporter in the world. You'll be a meme, a punchline for late night TV. The world will know your face, your life, and Batgirl will cease to exist."
Lex yanked her head back as he leaned closer, his breath warm against her naked face. "I could run your face through facial recognition software, but whats the point? I don't care who the fuck you are. But I will if you continue to push me." He finally released her hair and walked back to his desk. This time she made no effort to shy her face away from him since the damage was done. She glared at him, the unnatural feeling of having her face revealed to an enemy caused her heart to hammer in her bared chest. "Here's the thing, Batgirl," he said, clearly enjoying the distress she was trying to hide. "I'm not going to destroy you... yet. You see, I have a proposition for you. One that could save your precious secret, your life, and everything you hold dear." He paused, letting the words hang in the air like a lifeline. "Get rid of the evidence you have on me, then lock up Riddler and every one of the lunatics he released. I'm trying to conduct business in this city and all of the madness he spreads is bad for business. I'll get rid of the pictures and videos of your secret identity since fighting you is beneath me. The world's greatest heroes fear and respect me, what's a two-bit vigilante to me?" He sat on the corner of his desk and crossed his arms over his chest. "So... do we have a deal, whoever you are?"
Barbara looked down as she went over her choices, briefly distracted by the embarrassment she felt when she saw her bared breasts. "Can you at least pull my shirt down and put my mask back on while we talk about this?" Her voice was low and lacked the confidence she displayed before her unmasking.
Luthor responded by back-handing her, the crack of his skin hitting her skin reverberating throughout the quiet room. "No. Your mask is mine now, the least impressive of my trophies. And your tits will stay out, as they're the most interesting thing about you."
She could feel her stinging right cheek grow red and hot, her rage exploded throughout her but she held her tongue.There's no way in hell I can trust him, and there's a zero fucking chance I'd give him a free pass for everything he's done... but he's got me bent over a barrel. Plus, I need a new lead on Robin's whereabouts. No choice but to play along for now. She looked up at him and feigned gratitude. "You'll really get rid of the photos and security footage?" She asked, biting back threats and profanity.
Luthor nodded reassuringly at her. "Just do as I say and you'll get to keep your lackluster life just the way it is, chasing after clowns and people dressed as Scarecrows."
Bullshit, you fucking monster she thought, but did her best to seem agreeable. "If you want me to stop Riddler, you'll need to tell me everything you know about how I can find Robin. If I find her, I find him." Despite the precarious position she found herself in, she couldn't shake the nagging question that had been lingering in her mind since she saw the video. "What did the Riddler whisper to you?" she demanded, trying to sound as confident as she could with her face and tits exposed before one of the world's most dangerous supervillains.
Luthor forces a smirk at her. "You really did get a good look in here, didn't you? That will be rectified the moment you leave here tonight . And you can rest assured I don't know where that question mark adorned loser is, nor your sidekick friend. As for what he whispered..." a peculiar look crossed Luthor's face as he debated sharing the information. "... he said he's launching oracle.gotham, and when he does I should contribute. Whatever that means"
"A website?" Batgirl asked skeptically, but saw it in his face that he was being truthful. "Fine. I'll look into it. Now let me go, Luthor. You got what you wanted and you've had your fun." She desperately wanted to cover her face and chest and get as far away from this man as she could.
Lex's smirk deepened as he reached for the control panel on his desk. The touch of a button Batgirl could hear one of the wall-sized windows behind her sliding open, the cold Gotham wind starting to whip into the office. "Let you go?" he repeated, his voice laced with amusement. "Oh, Batgirl, we're just getting started. You see, you've been too rude of a guest for it to end so... anticlimactically." He paused, his eyes glinting with malice as he leaned forward once more, his breath warm against her face. "You need to be put in your place before you leave, otherwise people might think they can disrespect me in my own building so long as they feel like they have cards up their sleeves. If Batgirl of all people can just walk into my office, trespass in my mainframe, threaten me, run her fucking mouth at me, then anyone could."
He reached onto the desk and grabbed her grappling gun, bouncing it in his hand as he walked behind her. Barbara's stomach lurched as he grabbed her chair and started dragging it towards the open window. "What... what are you doing?" she blurted out as she looked behind her shoulder, watching the black maw of 60 stories of open air getting closer.
"Getting ready to kick out a smartass intruder" he replied as she sensed the chair coming to a rest at the edge. "But whether or not you get this..." he said, holding up her grappling gun "depends on how well you cooperate with what comes next." He opened his watch and pushed one of the small buttons located inside. Immediately, Batgirl felt something stab into her right arm, and realized it was a hypodermic needle hidden inside the armrest of the chair. Her mouth dropped open in shock as she felt it injecting something into her.
Her eyes snapped from her arm to Luthor's sinister face. "What the fuck did you just inject me with?" She said angrily, her mind racing with worst case scenarios.
Luthor knelt in front of her, his merciless eyes gleaming like moonlight on the ocean at midnight. "That was a small dose of a truth serum I designed. It's not quite as effective as Wonder Woman's lasso, but more than enough for the likes of you." He used his thumb to lift one of her eyelids to examine her dilated pupils. "Don't worry, it wears off in 30 minutes. But during those 30 minutes you'll be unable to lie to me, and you'll be strongly compelled to speak. You can fight it, but if you do you won't get this when I toss you off of my building." He waved her grappling gun in her unmasked face, then set it on the floor next to her.
Lex stood up, and Barbara blinked her eyes, feeling the drug coursing through her. "I- I thought you didn't want to know my secret identity" she said, and was horrified to realize that even thinking that made her want to blurt out BARBARA GORDON.
"I don't. You're clearly a nobody. But you need to be taught a lesson and nothing cuts as deeply as the truth. Now..." his hands rested on his beltline, his fingers hooking into the top of his pants. "...I've done extensive research on you costumed whackjobs since i knew I'd cross paths with one or all of you. My subordinates have spent considerable time gathering scraps of information, rumors, interviews, and police records." His hand moved to his belt buckle, slowly unbuckling his pants. "One of those rumors interests me more than the others." Barbara couldn't help herself, her eyes dropped down to his hands and watched in growing horror as he undid his pants. "One that involves Killer Moth's missing eye."
Her dilated eyes immediately shot up to meet his, widening at the implications of his words. He knows! He knows! She clenched her jaw, desperately trying to stop the story from tumbling out of her disbelieving mouth.
Luthor left his pants hanging open as he spoke. "About two years ago, Killer Moth, aka Drury Walker, was taken back into custody missing an eye. The police report says he refused to name his attacker, but there were some interesting items picked up from the crime scene. One of them was a sex toy with the DNA on it destroyed, another was a scrap of black fabric." A sharp smirk slid onto his face. "Tell me what happened, or the grappling gun goes out the window a minute before you do."
Her lips trembled before she opened her mouth and spilled her guts. "I underestimated him and he beat me. When I woke up in his lair, he had ripped my suit open and exposed my breasts. He then used a vibrator on me while he raped my mouth. He made me orgasm against my will and would have vaginally or anally raped me had I not freed myself. I was enraged at the violation and lashed out. I took his eye with a batarang and nearly took his life." She looked at the ground as she finished, humiliated at being coerced to share her story with scum like Luthor. "I made him swear to never tell a soul."
Luthor nodded his head as if he expected nothing less. "Probably caused you a bit of trauma, didn't it?"
"It is something I still struggle with" she said, still unable to believe that these admissions were coming so freely.
"Good." He said, and reached in his open pants. He pulled out his hard, circumcised cock, more girthy than long. Barbara tore her eyes away from it as he began to stroke it, as disgusted as she was sickened. "Don't you dare..."
"Don't what?" His handsome and sinister face sneered at her as he stroked himself, his thumb rubbing his sensitive head. "Don't force this fat cock in your wiseass mouth? Don't worry, slut. I don't stick my dick into peasants. You'll make an adequate cum rag though. What do you think of that?"
Batgirl's eyes burned with fury as her mouth felt compelled to speak. "It disgusts me, and moments like this make me wish I didn't have a no kill rule, you rapist piece of shit. If I wasn't restrained I'd send you to intensive care for even pulling it out in front of me." She pauses for a moment, pulling in an angry lungfull of air through her nose. "And why the fuck does your dick smell like sandlewood?"
Luthor laughs, but his free hand reaches out and grips her left nipple between his thumb and pointer finger and clamped down with brutal strength. She bit back a cry of pain, her already sore nipple screaming in silent agony. "Tell me, whoever you are, what turns you on? What sexual acts do you crave?" His strokes became faster, more precise. "Tell me, or my ejaculate will follow you out of the window."
Batgirl's eyes squeezed shut and she held back a scream as Lex started twisting the nipple he was crushing. "I-I-I like fit men with big dicks!" she admitted in exasperation. She tried to look away as she spoke, not wanting to look at Luthor or his cock as he masturbated in front of her unmasked face.
"No fucking shit, bitch. What do you like these 'fit men with big dicks' to do to you?" He began stroking faster, his hand becoming a blur across his thick, throbbing cock. He skept the pressure up on her nipple as he began pulling, stretching her left breast out as she struggled to get the words out without screaming.
"I like being tied up!" Her face turned the same color as her hair as she heard her voice tell Lex Luthor what makes her wet, mortified that her decisions lead her to this situation. "I love roleplay! S-sex in public excites me! I crave rough, adventurous, passionate sex! B-but most of all, I get off on the love my partner shows me!"
"Bondage, eh?" Luthor asks in a hissing voice. "Your panties must be soaked by now."
This time, Barbara didn't try to stop the truth from coming out. "My pussy is dry as fuck!" she cried angrily, shooting a dirty look at Lex as he pumped his dick. "You think just because I like some bondage in the bedroom that I'd enjoy a sick fuck like you holding me against my will and stripping me? Unmasking me?? This is assault, Luthor! There's nothing sexy about assault!" She raised her chin at him in defiance. "Tell me I'm lying, you piece of shit."