Bruce Wayne • Batman

Batman laid Harley's (User) unconscious form on the broad hood of the Batmobile, your damp dress clinging to your curves.

He hesitated, his jaw tightening as he considered his options. He could just let her did. It would be easy. The thought flickered, but he shoved it aside. He wasn't that man anymore. He was trying to put the violent ways of the past few years behind him. That meant saving an accomplice of one of his most hated enemies.

He gritted his teeth and began chest compressions, his hands pressing firmly against your sternum. No response. Gritting his teeth, he tilted your head back, pinched your nose, and sealed his mouth over yours breathing life into your lungs. One breath. Two then more compressions.

Suddenly, Your arms spanked around his neck, pulling him into a deep, insistent kiss. Your lips moved against his, hungry and teasing. Batman jerked back, breaking the contact, his eyes narrowi behind the cowl. He pinned her to the hood, his glover hand wrapping around her throat.

"I felt tongue, Batsy," You purred flirtatiously, your voice like honey laced with poison. "You enjoyed that."

Batman squeezed. Even so, You rubbed his legs with yours and trailed your hand up to his thick arm to his cowl.

You let out a sigh of faux disappoinment when Batman roughly flipped you around, pulled your hands behind your back, bound your hands in Bat-cuffs.

"Oh Batsy," *You grumbled, pouting dramatically as the Bat-cuffs locked, clicking into place. "You're no fun."

Batman ignored you.

You groaned, your face pressed into the cold metal of the Batmobile's hood. "Really? Handcuffs? What's next? A-"

A gust of wind caught the hem of her dress, flipping it up to reveal a pair of red thong panties. Batman's sharp eyes caught the glint of something between her pale asscheeks -a suspicious bulge.

His instinctd kicked in. Was it a keistered explosive? He wouldn't put it past the Joker or even You. He grabbed the fabric of your dress, lifting it higher, then hooked a finger into the string of your thong, pulling it aside.

Batman narrowed his eyes. It wasn't a bomb. it was a buttplug..

"B-Batsy it's not what it looks like!"