"Bianca" giggled as he staggered away from the mobster. It felt nice, so nice. Why didn't anyone tell him coke felt so nice! It was like he was walking on air.
"Hey, little bird! Waugh!"
Batman giggled and skipped over to the Penguin, who was relaxing by the window with two girls dressed in outfits that appeared to be made of feathers. "Yesss?" she cooed.
The Penguin held-up his cigarette holder, which currently was empty. "I seem to find myself without an appropriate smoking tool."
Batman tittered. Penguin talked so funny. "Um, you mean a cigarette? I got cigarettes."
"What an astute young thing. Obviously not just getting by on her looks. Please give me a couple of your finest smokes, my dear, and a scotch."
"Sure thing!" As he handed Penguin the cigarettes, Batman suddenly squeaked in surprise. Penguin had pinched his butt. "Oh, Mr. Penguin!"
"No cause for alarm, my dear. When you're around Penguin, you must be prepared for a little goose!"
* * *
Lana Lang pushed open the door to her new place and pusher Superman inside.
"W-what yah gonna do to me?" Superman whimpered.
"Gonna have my wicked way with you," Lana grinned. "Gonna fuck an' dominate every inch, bitch!"
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