For the first time, Bruce Wayne was content without having to go out and fight crime. The billionaire and superhero was sitting at the batcomputer with only his mask on. He had tried to take it off earlier, but Catwoman had demanded that he keep it on. She hadn’t been done fucking the brains out of Batman yet.

The past hour had been a blur to Batman, with brief moments of clarity before mind-numbing pleasure took over. After getting the greatest blowjob he could ever remember, Catwoman had ridden him until even his iron will broke and he came inside her tight, slippery cunt with a cry. After that, he had been moved into a variety of positions, taking Catwoman from behind, in the ass between her breasts and several other positions that he hadn’t been aware of. Somewhere between the fifth or sixth orgasm, Catwoman removed the handcuffs and allowed her big, strong hero to use his hands. With all thoughts of escape forgotten in the orgasmic fog of pleasure, Batman showed his feline lover that his hands could do more then knock out criminals. With a body in the peak of physical condition and with balls that hadn’t been emptied in years, Batman had given Catwoman all she could take and more. He stared at her across the room, talking to someone on the phone.

After both of them had reached the point of utter exhaustion, someone tried to contact the batcave via the computer. When Batman had answered, he was surprised to hear Zatanna on the line and even more surprised when she asked to speak to Catwoman. The cat burglar took the phone and was now talking with the mistress of magic out of Batman’s range of hearing. Waiting for his lover to come back, Batman pondered on what tonight meant.
This hadn’t been a one night stand, he would make sure of that. He wanted to be with Catwoman, but things were so complicated. They were both masked vigilantes, but stood for two separate things. She believed in personal gain and he believed in selflessness first. Beyond that, there was still the issue of what had happened to her body.

There was no question that he loved her jiggly, soft body against his and loved every inch of fat on her body, but Batman couldn’t shake the worry that she was going to eat some innocent person. She had fought back her hunger with lust, but how long would that last? Eventually, she was going to eat someone and he would have to stop her. With so many problems, Batman had trouble imaging a way their relationship could work. Unbeknownst to him, all his problems had been solved the moment Catwoman put down the phone.

“I have great news, my little lover,” Catwoman purred as she slinked up beside the man she had spent the night with. Batman eyed her carefully; she had that mischievous glint in her eyes that was never good. He hoped she wasn’t looking for round thirteen because all he had left was dust in his balls.

“What is it, my big lover?” Batman soothingly said as he wrapped an arm around Catwoman’s wide back. She smiled down at Batman, never would she had thought he could speak so softly to her. Hearing his voice without the angry pitch made her spine shiver and want to jump his bones again. However, that had to wait, she had important things to do first.

Bending over to look Batman in the eyes, she sweetly talked to him. “I’ll tell you in a sec, but first tell me, do have a way to get into contact with the females in the superhuman community, like Supergirl and Wonderwoman?”

“Why?” Batman asked cautiously. He wanted to trust Catwoman, but that glint in her eye just kept getting brighter.

Giggling softly, Catwoman whispered one word into Batman’s ear. “Recruitment.”