The former Batman sobbed in embarrassment as she hurried through the crowd. She needed to get to a bathroom, try to wipe all of this off. Ohmanohmanohmanohman! Why did she cream on stage? She was such a slut! Such a whore! But all those eyes were on her! It had felt so nice, so hot, so -- ohmanohmanohmanohman! Falcone was gonna kil her! She was in so much shit! But it was so hawt when they were all staring at her! All those hungry eyes staring at her little ol' slutty body! It made her - ohmanohmanohman! She was feeling horny again! She couldn't cream a second time!
Batman needed to calm down! She needed to--
"Waugh! Waugh! Are you leaving the party so soon?"
She squeaked as Penguin grabbed her arm.
"You have such a beautiful voice, my little bird," he said, drawing her to him. "I haven't finished listening to you sing."
She blushed. His grip felt so strong. He was so big and powerful... the sort of man who didn't ask for something, but TOOK it. It made her feel all trembly.
"I've got something for you," Penguin said. "Something I pilfered in my latest adventure."
He held up a gleaming necklace that had a flying bird on it, carved from amethyst.
The former Batman's eyes went wide as she stared at how the thing caught the light. Pretty... pretty....
* * *
Meanwhile, Superman moaned as he was pushed against the wall, his panties ripped off by the intensely aroused Lana Lang.
"You sexy little bitch," the lady pimp growled. "I'm gonna explore every inch of you, inside an' out. You're mine, you hear me?"
"Clarkie" shrieked as Lana thrust two fingers into his tight cunt, exploring the former hero's sensitive folds.
"Gonna make you moan for me all night!"
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