Barbara Gordon was hard at work in the Clocktower scanning police frequencies and monitoring any suspicious activity in Gotham when something strange happened. A pop-up appeared on her screen. It was a typical ad displaying a hot girl for some porn. Barbara
scowled, she had set filters and firewalls to prevent just this from happening. Before she could get rid of it however another pop up appeared. A girl with a round, firm ass was wiggling and moaning on the screen. Another pop-up had a girl with long blonde
hair in a cheerleader uniform reciting poorly acted valley girl lines before fingering herself. Still another popped up with a secretary groping herself at work. More and more pop-ups appeared on Barbara's computer screens drilling subliminal messages into
Barbara went to close them all when she paused, it had been a while since she had gotten laid, maybe a quick peek? Barbara clicked on an ad.
Mary Marvel giggled to herself as she watch a red blur sped through Keystone City. She tracked all of the Flash's movements and would find out his secret identity soon. She giggled to herself as her pussy gushed more cum. God she was such a dirty little
Lo-Lo had stripped off her shirt and was finger-fucking herself when a stretch limo stopped at the corner. Two men in suits got out and held the door for her. Lo-Lo smiled pushing her ass out as far as possible before crawling into the limo crawling on
the plush seats.
"Hello Ms. Lane." A sinister voice said. Lo-Lo looked up to see Deathstroke.
"Now one more time bitch-boy, who do you love?" Mercy asked lounging on J'onn J'onzz. The Martian Manhunter had been reduced to a shape-shifting mass so he could simultaneously kiss her feet and rub her pussy as she sat on him.
"You Mercy!" He cried out with adoration and ecstasy.
"Mmm... that's a good boy." Mercy laughed as she trailed a finger over a green strap-on. "I have a special present for you."