His only response was to beat his dick faster, his breath letting her know he was close. He released her nipple, which was nearly purple by now, and grabbed her grappling gun. "And just because it would be stupid of me not to ask... where did you hide the evidence you have on me?"
She smirked at him. "I don't know. I made sure it's location would be safe in case I was compromised by torture or telepathy."
"You think you're so fucking smart, don't you?" He snarled, his tempo increasing.
"I do!" She said proudly, but the drugs in her system kept her mouth going further than she intended. "But... you... you're a lot smarter than I am, and i didn’t realize that until now. I... arrogantly thought I was capable of besting you."
"That wasn't arrogance, it was sheer stupidity. You're a ridiculous nobody, an inconsequential pawn of a lunatic in a bat costume." His eyres rolled back into his head a moment. "Last thing... to earn your pitiful life... smile like a donut and do it now, or die."
"I hope your fucking dick falls off." She spat at him, but reluctantly opened her mouth and glared at him. His eyes never left hers as he jerked himself, until his hand came to a sudden stop at the base of his dick, gripping his trembling number tightly. Then, he came.
He didn't make a noise, but after a moment of stillness his warm cum started shooting out of the tip of his dick in thick white ropes. Most of it landed in her mouth, but a good amount dribbled down her chin and onto her tits. It won't stop cumming, she thought miserably. How much can he have in him?
After what seemed like an eternity, his spurting cock finally stopped and started to go limp. But before Barbara could spit his vile seed out, he jammed the grappling gun into her tits and grabbed the bottom of the chair. Their eyes locked for a moment, his post-nut face relaxed but still focused. "What is your real name?" he asked, the smile never reaching his eyes.
Horrified, she realized the words were forming, trying to leave her mouth, to tell him her name is Barbara Gordon. She clamped her mouth down shut and realized at the last second what he just made her do. That sick fuck made me choose between telling him my name and spitting his cum out, she fumed. She couldn't seem to swallow it, her throat muscles were locked up to keep her name bottled up.
"Thanks for amusing me, whoever you are. Rest assured that your mask will find its way into my trophy room, even though you are the weakest opponent I've ever faced. Now..." he said his face drawing closer to hers, the sinister smile disappearing from his merciless face as he watched her struggle to keep her name and his ejaculate from tumbling out of her mouth. "... get the fuck out of my building."
Her eyes shot wide open as he tilted her back sharply, hitting a button on the chairs control panel. Her shackles immediately rolled back into the chair and she felt her body slide off of it, tumbling into the open Gotham air. Her grappling gun starting to float away from her and she quickly grabbed at it, fumbling with it in midair as gravity started pulling her towards the pavement. By the time she secured it and had it in a proper firing position, it was almost too late. She pulled the trigger and held her breath as she waited for it to catch, momentarily forgetting that she was holding some of the world's most expensive semen locked in her mouth. Her grappling hook finally found purchase on the ledge she had aimed for, the special cable growing taut as it decelerated her fall. I have too much momentum! This is going to be close! she thought as she saw the ground rushing up to meet her. Her decel cable pulled her in a long arc, her cape dragging on the ground as she narrowly avoided smacking into the unforgiving pavement. At the end of her arc her grip on her grappling gun slipped away and she soared through the air, slamming back-first into the side of parked car, shattering the car's windows.
The impact knocked the wind out of her, shotgunning Luthor's cum out. It sprayed her from breasts to boots, coating the front of her in the semen of a psychopath. She slid down the side of dented door, her breasts sharply bouncing as her ass hit the pavement. She slumped there a moment, trying to catch her breath as her name still struggled to be said. Her hair was covering her face, but she could see enough to know she was in trouble: people were approaching her! I'm not wearing a mask and my tits are out! Her brain shrieked at her, urging her to stand up and get out of there.
She kept her head pointed down as she struggled to for feet, making sure her red hair covered her face. With trembling hands, she grabbed her top and quickly yanked it down, covering herself and grimacing as she felt Luthor's cum stick to the inside of her top. The concerned onlookers were only a few feet away from her now, asking her if she was okay and making uncomfortable observations about her appearance.
"Holy shit, I don't think she's wearing a mask!" one of them said. "Quick, someone get a picture!"
Without hesitation, she started for a nearby alley, forcing her dazed body to move. She reached up and gripped her cum glazed mouth shut as she finally lost the battle with Luthor's question. "Brbrh Grgphn!" Her muffled name landed in her yellow gloves as they tried to muffled the admission.
She ran down the alley in a near panic, thankful that her pursuers didn't seem to be following her. No belt, no grappling gun... I need to cover my face and get back to my place somehow. Batgirl spotted a fire escape, but it was just out of reach. Still holding her unmasked and cummy face, she looked around to make sure no one was watching. Once she was sure there were no prying eyes, she peeled her gloved hands off her sticky face. That motherfucker, I'll get him for this if it's the last thing I do! She fumed as she wiped her soiled gloves on the sides of her hips, not wanting his spunk to affect her grip. She climbed onto a dumpster and used it to jump on the bottom of the fire escape.
She pulled herself up and quickly started running up the fire escape, not wanting someone to look out of their window and see her face. She paused at an open window, suppressing a pang of guilt as she reached in and stole the curtain hanging in it. She then made her way to the roof, and with hands shaking with shock and fury she began ripping the curtain into large strips. She used some of them to wipe the drying cum off of her face and used the rest as a makeshift mask, covering rhe entire top of her head except for her eyes. With great effort, she tried to clear her head to figure out her next move. Luthor might be following me, so best not to go home quite yet.
Reluctantly, she decided that it would be best to call Batman. He needed to know what she learned from Luthor about Robin, and he would know what to do next. She opened her wrist monitor and recorded a message for Batman. "I have a new lead on Robin but there's a possibility I'm being tracked. Meet me on the roof of the Super Cafe whenever you wrap up what you're currently doing." She sent the message and closed her eyes, wishing she could rub the tiredness from them but not wanting traces of Luthor's cum in her eyes. After she had a moment to compose herself, she headed towards her rendezvous.
Batgirl sat on a box vent on the rooftop of Super Cafe, sipping a hot coffee, trying to wash the taste of Lex Luthor out of her mouth as well as give herself enough energy to get through the rest of the night. She stared distractedly at the giant electronic billboard on the side of the building nearest to the Cafe as it showed the same Big Belly Burger commercial she had seen dozens of times. Gotham had over a hundred of these electronic advertisement billboards spread throughout the city, part of Mayor Elliott's marketing initiative to bring more business into the city.
She had a cup sitting next to her, waiting for the Batman. She put her cup to her lips and sipped the burning swill, wondering how much longer she'd have to wait for Batman. It would be dawn soon and she'd have to go home before she passed out.
"Report." Batgirl spit out her drink as the command that seemed to come from nowhere startled her. She whipped around while wiping her mouth and glared at the Batman.
"Can you not do that? Would it kill you to NOT scare the shit out of someone and just say 'hello' instead??" Batgirl snapped as she pushed Batman's coffee into his chest.
"What happened to your mask?" Batman asked as he accepted the drink, sitting next to her. He looked over at her and really saw her, noticing everything with the eyes of a trained detective. Before she could answer, he tapped a hidden button on the side of his cowl and activated his detective vision technology, the blue lens sliding over his white ones. They could detect things the normal eyes couldn't see, such as gunpowder, heat imprints, contaminants in the air... and bodily fluids.
As soon as Barbara realized what he was doing she dropped her coffee and turned away from him, getting up and covered her mouth with sprawling hands."Turn it off. NOW." She waited a moment, then looked behind her. Batman's eye lens were back to standard white and he was looking down at the coffee cup in his hand. I always forget, he can find the exact words to pull a confession out of a hardened criminal, but can't find comforting words for a friend. She turned towards Batman and let her hands fall away from her soiled face.
"... my investigation into Robin's current whereabouts led me to Lex Luthor. I went to his office and... found out that the Riddler is going to launch a website called oracle.gotham. Whatever it's focus, Robin will be involved and Luther has been invited to share something unspecified."
Batman startled Batgirl by hurling the coffee across the rooftop. His hands curled into clenched fists and he remained silent a moment. Finally, he activated his comms device. "Penny One, I need you to be on alert for a website called oracle.gotham. This is our top priority, contact me immediately when you have any information." He turned his attention back to Batgirl. "He's going to unmask her" he said with grim certainty. "Is that what happened to you?" he asked, pointing at her makeshift mask.
Barbara's mind reeled at the implication. Was Luthor supposed to unmask me? Is that what Riddler's website is about? Her blood ran cold as she answered Batman. "Luthor, he... I have significant leverage against him. When I confronted him, he was able to gain the upper hand on me and took footage of my unmasking. He's holding it over my head so I don't use it to destroy his company and put him in jail." She opened her mouth to tell Batman what happened in Luthors office, but a flashback of his semen erupting from the tip of his erect penis made her close it.
"Is that what Riddler wants Luthor to share on this website?"
Batgirl shook her head. "I don't think so. Riddler made this request before he had pictures of my face, I think this is something else." Barbara sighed and sat back down. "Riddler approached him for help and was refused flat out. He then stole drones and security vans from Luthor. All to help in his campaign against us."
Batman pulled his grappling gun from his belt. "I'll go to the Lexcorp building and have some words with Luthor" he said, his tall, muscular body tensed with rage.
"NO!" Batgirl shouted in alarm, grabbing his wrist. "No." She said, quieter. "Let me handle Lex Luthor. We need to figure out where Robin is before this website goes live."
Just then, the electric billboard facing them flickered, and a new live stream appeared captured their attention. The Riddler sat in a chair, his green suit immaculate, his domino mask glinting under the harsh light. He smiled, the curve of his lips sinister, as he leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Good evening, Gotham!" he said, his rich and theatrical voice booming from the billboards speakers.
"Too late." Batman muttered as they both felt their stomachs twist with dread.
The Riddler's sinister smile didn't quite reach his glinting eyes as he continued addressing the citizens of Gotham through the dozens of electronic billboards throughout the city. "Riddler here, and this very special message goes out to every criminal in this dirty, wonderful city. Every criminal, from the colorfully garbed villains down to the common burglars, has one thing in common; a fear of a madman dressed as a bat. I dream of a day when self righteous vigilantes and self proclaimed 'heroes' become a distant memory. For years now they've held our world in their clutches, imposing their control and violent methods on the people who should be openly ruling this city." Edward stood up, his hate and rage starting to bubble up from beneath his cheerful demeanor. "And the key to bringing down these lawless vigilantes is none other than Gothams favorite mascot, Batgirl."
A chill ran up Batgirl's spine as the Riddler continued to very publicly make her the target of his nefarious plot. Her skin has started to flush as she broke out into a nervous sweat. Damn you for whatever you're about to do she bitterly thought.
Riddler walked towards the camera, his green domino mask doing little to hide his contempt. "Batgirl, you ask? Not Batman? Wouldn't getting rid of the world's greatest detective, the mighty Dark Knight not be a more appropriate target for eradicating vigilantes?" Riddler shook his green-gloved finger at the camera while tsk'ing the audience. "The Batman may not be metahuman, but he is a freak of nature, a one-of-a-kind specimen. He's inspired many, but no one is foolish enough to believe that they could match his skill level and prowess. Batgirl, on the other hand, is very skilled but her skill level is very clearly obtainable by anyone dedicated enough."
Batgirl fumed under her makeshift mask. Only a handful of people on this planet have been able to do what I do! My skills and intelligence have kept me alive while fighting the criminal element in one of America's most dangerous every night! Gaslighting bastard.
Riddler continued his spiel to the camera "As such, if Batgirl were to be very publicly... put in her place, it would be an effective deterrent to other wannabe heroes. Once when she's properly destroyed, Batman can be safely removed without fear of spawning a replacement." Riddler started walking, the camera following his every movement. "And I know what you're thinking..." he continued. "...what about Robin the girl wonder? Couldn't she also be used as a deterrent?" Riddler then stopped walking and smugly crossed his arms over his chest. The camera started to pan out, revealing Robin herself kneeling in front of the Riddler.
Batgirl's gloved hands flew to her mouth as her eyes widened in horror, and Batman muttered dark profanity as they saw the state Robin was in. Her cape was missing and her hands were restrained behind her, and her red tunic was tattered and dirty. Her head was lowered, and Barbara couldn't tell if she still wore her mask or not. Worst of all, her green trunks had been pulled down to her knees, revealing her finely trimmed cunt. Her blood ran as cold as Mr. Freeze's breath as she realized something was sticking out of her friend's vulnerable pussy lips. It's a fucking cherry stem she realized, as her horror turned to rage. Nigma shoved a cherry into Stephanie's vagina...she looked around at the various electric billboards dotted across the city landscape. The whole goddamn city is watching this.
Riddler grabbed a fistful of Robin's blonde hair and wrenched her head back, forcing her to face the camera. The imperiled crime fighter still wore her mask, and her face was set in grim acceptance. "Robin here has also taken it upon herself to meddle in the affairs of her betters. A barely competent college-age bimbo with just enough skill to skate by... until now."
He rested one of his gloved hands on her shoulder and leaned down, his triumphant face hovering above her head. His other hand had pulled a knife from inside his suit and nonchalantly brought it under her chin, pressing the flat side of it against her throat. Robin's grim resolution was unchanged, but her chest now trembled a bit with each breath. "I could kill this masked slut right here and now, and spare her any further humiliation." Riddler's free hand left Robin's shoulder and crept over to her face, his gloved fingers tracing her mask. "Or, I could take this mask off right now, expose this cunts secret identity and ruin her life forever. The media will compete against the criminals she's put away to rip her life apart!"
Robin's mouth trembled as she felt him playfully tug at her mask. "D-don't-" she began, but he pressed the blade against her throat harder, silencing her.
"Shut the FUCK UP, YOU INTERFERING BITCH!" He roared and shook her head by a fistful of her hair, causing her to wince as this rocked her throat against the flat side of the knife. "Another word out of you and we can finish this Blackgate and drop you you in gen pop." Robin's eyes clenched as she weathered the moment and said nothing else.
Content that his point had been made, Riddler resumed his smug and cheerful demeanor. "Instead, let's make Batman's fully equipped sex toy here an incentive for Batgirl to step up and see if she has what it takes to replace the Dark Knight himself." Riddler began ready running the blade up and down Robin the throat has he stared intensely at the camera. "The game is simple, Batgirl," he began, his voice dripping with condescension. "You see, I've enlisted the help of some of Gotham's finest villains, each of whom has been given a riddle—crafted by yours truly. If you can defeat them and solve each riddle, you'll be granted a clue that brings you one step closer to finding Robin. But be warned, you have exactly 48 hours, Batgirl, to unravel my riddles and uncover my location. Each riddle solved will bring you closer to Robin, but each failure will edge her closer to a fate worse than death. If you fail, Robin will be unmasked, her secret identity exposed to the world, and she will be subjected to a brutal rape, broadcasted live on the internet for all to see and enjoy!"
His hands traveled down her belly and towards her exposed crotch. His green garbed fingers found the cherry stem protruding from Robin's snatch and began to lightly pull. "...and I will be the one to personally pop this bitch's cherry and make her rape the most viewed porn scene in the history of the internet." The cherry finally popped free of Robin's cunt. She turned her head in embarrassment and disgust as he put the cherry in his mouth, savoring it as he plucked the stem free off the treat. He chewed slowly and gleefully before removing the pit... and putting it back in Robin's pussy.
The Riddler's grin widened as he wiped his glove on her tunic, clearly relishing the moment. "But there's one more condition, Batgirl," he added, his voice dripping with malice. "Your precious Batman must leave Gotham immediately. If he doesn't, if he so much as sticks a pointy ear over the city line, she will be subjected to a far worse fate worse. Not only will her identity will be exposed and defiled, but your cock sleeve of a sidekick will be executed as well. And I know you're watching, Batman. It's not that I don't trust you, but these perfectly pilfered drones will escort you out."
Batgirl looked up and was alarmed to see that there were several drones descending on their location. They had green question marks painted on them, but they were very clearly the stolen Lexcorp security drones that Riddler had stolen. Her hand instinctively went to her belt for a batarang but the drones just hovered above them, watching and relaying. Batgirl glanced over at Batman, who couldn't seem to tear his away eyes away from the screen. She could practically feel the tension radiating from him has he struggled with the decision before him.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock, Batman" Riddler mocked, clearly looking at a monitor off screen viewing the drones footage. "Perhaps I should get started on one of my threats to show you just how serious this is?" With that, he grabbed the top of her red tunic and started sawing through it with his knife.
"Stop." Batman said, barely above a whisper. Riddler then tossed the knife aside and gripped the tear in her top and gave it a mighty yank, her bared breasts popping free of their confines. Batgirl grimaced, the sight of her friends perky breasts bouncing as she struggled in Riddlers grip making her nauseous. Robin instinctively tried to turn away from the camera, her masked face turning scarlet red as her tits were exposed to everyone in Gotham. They were soon covered by Riddler's green gloved hands, squeezing her breasts tightly as Robin gritted her teeth against the assault. "I think she likes this, Batman! I can feel her nipples getting rock hard!"
"GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OFF OF HER!!!" He roared, and Batgirl was alarmed to notice the almost imperceptible note of panic in his usually controlled voice. "I'll leave Gotham this moment!!"
Riddler released Robin's boobs and patted her on the head. She cursed at him and turned her face away from the camera as much as possible, unable to look at the camera lens as it transmitted the footage of her forcibly stripped body. "Wise choice, Batman. Girls? Take this bitch the her new quarters." Query and Echo then walked on-screen and roughly grabbed the caped crusader by her arms and hauled her to her feet. "Any last words to your comrades, pretty bird?"
Robin glared at him before finally looking at the camera, it's round lense representing an audience of thousands. "Batgirl will save me" she declared, trying to sound confident as her tits were out and her pussy was sticky with cherry juice. "And when she gets her hands on you she's going to break every bone in your body. You'll wish that it was Batman dealing with you for doing this to me!"
You're damn right I will Batgirl thought, bolstered by Robin's confidence.
Riddler laughed as if she had told him a gut busting laugh. When he was done, he nodded at his henchwomen and smacked Robin's bare ass as she was dragged away, her trunks still around her knees.
"Robin and Gotham... are now in your hands, it seems" Batman said without looking away from his partner's suffering. When he finally looked at her, Barbara could see an inner conflict with him, unlike any she had seen before. "I don't think you're ready for this" he said slowly but firmly, grabbing his grappling gun.
Batman's words cut deep, mirroring the doubts she has about herself. Especially after Lex Luthor made himself at home in her mouth earlier. She put on a brave face (as brave as it could be with traces of a rapists semen on it and wearing a makeshift mask), knowing that both Batman and Riddler were watching her. "You can count on me, Batman. I won't let anything happen to Robin or Gotham."
"...I hope for your sake and for Robin's that you're right." With that, he jumped off the side of the building and grappled away. A bulk of the security drones following him out to make sure he left Gotham.
One of the remaining drones descended and hovered few feet in front of her. This made Batgirl uneasy, as she knew that they were equipped with weapons. On the billboards, a puzzled look crossed Riddler's face. "What on Earth are you wearing on your head?" He asked, laughing. "Looks like somebody lost their mask already, before the game even started it! Who did the dirty deed? I bet it was Condiment King!"
"Fuck you, Riddler" Batgirl snapped. Riddler just kept laughing.
"Oh, this is going to be too easy! Your first riddle is attached to the Drone in front of you, Batgirl. Your first opponent will make or break you" he said with a wink. He then addressed his larger audience again. "Well Gotham, while Batgirl rubs the few brain cells she has together to figure out my riddle, I implore you to go outside and join the new Arkham Asylum, your streets!" He winked at the camera then cut transmission, the Billboards going back to their usual advertisements. Bathirl silently fumed, but looked at the drone in front of her. Dangling from a green ribbon was the first riddle, on a little green card. She snatched it and put it in her belt for later. For now she had to figure out how to lose the drones to make it back to her place for some rest. It was nearly dawn and she would need a few hours of sleep for what lay ahead. Gotham was now under her protection, and she would put an end to Riddler's scheme and incarcerate all the escaped inmates... no matter what the cost.