Steph’s heart was racing, she was playing a form of tag with Tim. Parkour over the roof tops of Gotham, and if he caught her they played his romantic games (read she gave him a blow job) but if she got to the park he would have to play her games (romantic dinner and then he eat her out). They were not wearing their Bat-gear, instead they were wearing civilian workout gear, but they did have their cave-issued “smart phone.” Steph had the radio going as she vaulted across the alley spaces between the brown stones. Steph lost her landing when a hand slapped her ass halfway across the alleyway.
“Gotcha!” Tim said as he tumbled on top of Steph.
Neither of them paid much attention to the music as it changed to a hard rock song. Somehow the lyrics about sex and drugs filled their clumsy sexual encounter. Neither paid attention as Tim’s haircut changed; his temples were shaved then a short Mohawk formed. They were too busy to notice the purple bar tattoo appear at the top of Steph’s right shoulder. Then matching R tattoos formed on both of their right shoulders. A red bird shape formed on Tim’s left shoulder and a purple bat formed on Steph’s left shoulder too. A tramp stamp tattoo formed across Steph’s lower back. A nipple ring appeared on Tim’s right nipple. Steph’s running shorts changed from spandex to latex and her top to a leather halter top. Tim’s shirt became a latex tank top that left his nipples showing and his running shorts became leather. Collars appeared around their necks, each had a charm hanging from it in the shape of a bat.
“Thank you Master!” Steph and Tim screamed as they reached mutual orgasm.
“We should return home,” Tim said, “Master will be waiting for us.”
“Mustn’t keep master waiting,” Steph cooed.