Nooooo. Nooooo. Mussttttt resssiissst. Fighhttttt. Uggggghhhhhh. As Batman sang, he was tormented. So embarrassed that he was front and center doing nothing but Vaccaro's bidding; that is, being a sleezy prostitute for deplorable mobsters, none worse than the Penguin. What frightened him most, however, was that he was in a constant state of arousal from it. He remembered what Vaccaro had said to him, that any man who she sets eyes on he'll want to fuck. He was right. He was a total nympho. Sex was all he could think about consistently. He tried to call upon his moral code, his detective skills, a strategy to fix this, but he couldn't maintain any type of concentration for long. He needed release. He needed the Penguin's cock inside of him!!! And then suddenly, it happened......OI-EEEEEE! Ughhhhhhh! In front of the entire audience of mobsters and fellow hookers, the proud Batman creamed herself...she gave a moan of relief. A soothing smile crossed her face. Until she re-oriented herself and realized what happened. Batman put a hand over her mouth and covered her wet spot with the other as she pranced off the stage in her skimpy attire. Meanwhile, Falcone smiled. Seeing the Batman's ruin was much more fun that he even imagined. He knew the Dark Knight must be in utter agony inside, an agony that Falcone hoped he feel throughout all his days as not only his call-girl and prostitute, but also as the mother of his child. He was very intrigued to find more ways to humiliate and degradate the former hero. After all, making the morally sound Batman a lawbreaking nympho had so much potential!
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