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There was a reason Echo and Query had teamed up with the Riddler, the one supervillain in Gotham who gave the police clues to his crimes. They weren’t the brightest bulbs in the chandelier and whatever his faults, Riddler came up with solid plans. With him incarcerated, they had the idea of reusing some of his old schemes, without sending any taunting puzzles to the Batman.

Unfortunately for them, Tim had a freakishly encyclopedic knowledge of crimes and criminal activities. The moment they moved onto the second phase of ‘their’ plan, he and Spoiler were there, chasing them across the rooftops.

“We should probably stop this before one of them falls to their deaths,” Tim said, casually vaulting over one of the breaks between rooftops.

“You’re not worried about me falling to my death?” Steph asked, acting mock-slighted.

“No.”

“Ah geez, fine.”

She took a bolo from her utility belt, Tim doing the same, and threw them in almost perfect unison. Echo and Query were both hooked around the ankles, dropping like sacks of potatoes, and before they could begin to recover, the two crimefighters were on them. Tim handcuffed Echo and Steph bound Query. They were shoved down on their butts back to back.

“Go on, throw us in jail!” Echo sneered. “You know how soon they’ll let us out? Overcrowding! And the fact that we run with the Riddler—they’ll do whatever the opposite is of throwing away the key!”

“We’ll barely get to enjoy the group showers!” Query grinned.

Steph drew Tim aside before he could come up with a stoic, brooding kind of comeback. “They’ve got a point,” she said.

Tim sighed. “Honey, could you not say the criminals have a point? They’re bad guys.”

“They’re not that bad. And they’re not guys. All they really did was knock over a few ATMs. Maybe we could work something out.”

Tim’s brow furrowed, his jaw set suspiciously. “Work something out?”

“Like I said, they’re not guys.” Even under Steph’s mask, Tim could tell she was grinning suggestively. She lowered her voice, even more suggestively. “Look at Batman. He married Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn—“

“Keep your voice down!” Tim interrupted. After the fit Steph had thrown over Bruce revealing her own secret identity to him, you’d think she would be more circumspect. But then, that just wasn’t Steph.

She rolled her eyes at his protectiveness. “I’m just saying, Cass and I could keep those two in line, definitely. And they’d probably go for your dick. I mean, look at them, they’re not nuns…”

“What do you want me to do, hand them a business card and say I know this guy who’s looking to party?”

“You could mention the trust fund too,” Steph said.

Tim glanced over at them, now with a keen eye for their feminine charms. He couldn’t help but notice they weren’t bad-looking women. It was obvious why Riddler had kept them around. Their green leotards flattered their bodies far more than Eddie’s did his, especially since they had no leggings, just fishnet stockings down to purple boots.

Echo had dark blonde hair with a round face, while Query had long brown hair that paradoxically shimmered brightly in the light. Both had upturned noses and full, kissable lips, along with pert, full breasts shoving out the purple question marks in front of their costumes.

Tim looked from one girl to the other. Their height was identical, yet they curved different. Echo had higher, firmer breasts. Her nipples stuck through the material of her suit where Query’s disappeared into it. Both girls had flat bellies and slender waists, but Echo’s thighs seemed firmer, more toned. And Echo had to sunbathe in the nude, because he could see signs of white lines under Query’s abbreviated costume, while Echo had none.

“Ha, I knew it!” Steph cried, seeing Tim checking them out—but she spoke with such volume that Echo and Query stopped commiserating with each other and turned their heads to the vigilantes.

“Hey, shouldn’t you have told the cops to come get us by now?” Echo demanded. “It’s cold up here, you know! We’re not wearing high-tech body armor; we get this stuff from Spirit Halloween!”

“Pipe down!” Steph told her. “We were actually discussing letting you go.”

“Spoiler!” Tim hissed under his breath.

Steph slapped his armored chest. “Easy, Rob. Just follow my lead.”

“What do you mean, let us go?” Query asked.

“Query!” Echo cried, apparently aghast that her companion was falling for it.

“You’re right,” Steph trilled. “The GCPD will probably just let you back out on the street. And they’ll throw our nice bat-ropes in the trash, which is expensive. So if you make it worth our while, maybe we could see our way to cutting out the middleman and letting you go free.”

“We’re no rats!” Echo bellowed.

Tim crossed his arms. “Shyeah, like you know anything.”

“Be nice,” Steph told him. Then, without missing a beat, she turned to Query and Echo. “You suck his cock, we cut you loose.”

“Spoiler!” Tim said shrilly.

“I’ll do it,” Query said.

“Like fuck!” Echo cried. “You can’t seriously expect one of us to give a blowjob for our freedom!”

“She doesn’t,” Tim assured her, trying to draw Steph aside. “She does not.”

“I do,” Steph said. “But I’ll be nice about it. One of you sucks him off, you both go free.”

“Big whoop,” Echo sneered. “It’s not like he could get hard again.”

“You’re be surprised,” Steph chortled. “What’ll it be, ladies? Some cum in your stomach or a night in jail? And we do expect you to swallow.”

“No we don’t!” Tim said plaintively. “Spoiler, this is crazy.”

“It’s nothing they haven’t done before,” Steph told him. “Look at them.”

“Oh, so we’re sluts now?” Echo demanded.

“Can you untie me before I blow him?” Query asked.

“No,” Steph said to her. “I might blindfold you though.”

“Spoiler!”

“Mr. Half-Measures here,” Steph sighed. “Relax, Robin, I’m trying to get you sucked off. Do you want to make a federal case out of it or can you admit you’re whipped and just try to enjoy it? It’s not like I’m trying to get you to fix a kitchen cabinet here. I just want you to skull-fuck this bitch.”

“She’s not a bitch!” Tim protested in exasperation.

“I can be!” Query said hopefully.

“Query!”

“You’re not doing a damn thing, Echo, so just sit there, shut up, and let me get us out of this. Because I’d like his dick in my mouth a lot more than prison food!”

“That’s the spirit,” Steph congratulated her. “Open wide…”

Slipping behind Tim, she reached around his midsection and undid the catch on his fly—something she had a great deal of expertise in. Tim slapped at her hands as she drew his zipper down.

“You fucked Cass’s mom in front of her,” Steph whispered into his ear, still trying to pull his zipper down even as he tried to resist. “Can’t you fuck this whore’s face for me?”

“Now she’s a whore?” Tim whined.

“She will be if you ever get your dick in her mouth!” Steph insisted. “I know you want to, I can feel how hard you are…”

Tim groaned: he could feel it too, feel himself throbbing against Steph’s hand as she drew him out of his pants and into the open air. Echo gaped as his erection came into view and Steph stroked it a few times for good measure, stirring it to an almost reckless hardness.

“Oh God, Query, you’re gonna choke…”

As if she were manhandling a perp, Steph marched him around in front of Query. Tim looked down at her in disbelief. She glanced up at him, as if to double-check that there was a real, living person attached to such an endowment—then she stuffed her mouth with his enormous cock, swallowing him hungrily.

She went down on him until her lips were wrapped around the midpoint of his lengthy shaft. Then, before she could regret forcing so much of him into her mouth, Query began feverishly sucking on his prick, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her partner in crime was right behind her, hearing every wet gulp as she sucked and swallowed on Tim’s member, brimming with precum. Her cheeks dimpled inward, putting even more suction onto his cock. Her lips slurped and smacked as she noisily went down on him.

“Oh God, I can’t believe this!” Tim groaned. Wildly, he looked around the rooftop until he’d found Steph’s masked face hovering over his shoulder. “Spoiler, I…”

“Fuck,” Steph whispered. “She looks like she’s enjoying herself. Then again, what little cunt wouldn’t?”

“Now she’s a cunt?” Tim squeaked.

With her eyes riveted to her man’s cock and the lips wrapped around it, Steph spread her legs and pushed her crotch against Tim’s hips. Her breasts jostled as she rutted against the hardness of his body armor, her own costume soft and supple enough to let the firmness of the material through. She happily fucked herself on him while Query took his prick, groaning and whimpering while she watched her suck it.

Tim was still holding in his pleasured moans, until he realized this wasn’t some test and he had no reason to feel guilty. Steph wanted him to fuck the mouth she’d put on his cock.

“You… you like it,” he said softly. “You like watching me with another woman?”

“I like watching that big prick in action,” Steph said. “It’s just a little hard to enjoy the show when it’s between my legs.” She reached down between their bodies, under her waistband, and fingered herself. Pushing her fingers rhythmically between the swollen lips of her aching sex. “Suck it, Query. Isn’t it nice and big and hard? Doesn’t it taste sweet? Be a good girl for once, you criminal scum: suck the seed out of big daddy’s cock. We’ve got to show Robin we appreciate how he takes such good care of this city…”

Tim looked into Steph’s eyes, unable to believe how she was acting, what she wanted from him. Then he sighed. The wet, gurgling attention of Query’s feverish head made his prick feel incredibly nice. Moaning, he slouched back against Steph, the blonde holding him up as he kept getting sucked.

“Swallow me,” he said breathlessly, his gloved hands curled in Query’s long hair, pulling her pretty face deeper into its impalement. He started to rock his hips, rutting his massive prick in and out of Query’s unendingly open lips.

Query was giving him just about the best blowjob he’d ever had. Her cheeks pumped like bellows, working inwards and then swelling out again. She bobbed her head up and down endlessly, slurping and glugging down the prick that was both fucking into her buttery throat and filling it with precum.

His cock swelled bigger, even more salty precum coming out than before. Query pressed her tongue against the glanshole, getting the biggest taste she could of his ejaculation before the real thing emptied his balls and packed her stomach. Then she rolled her tongue all over the burning knob of his endowment, licking whatever she wasn’t sucking.

“Here, let me help you jack him off,” Steph instructed, taking her hand out of her pants to resume humping herself on Tim’s body. “Beat his meat while he feeds you his cum. You could do that yourself if we didn’t have you chained up like a little fuckdoll.”

She wrapped her freed hand around the thick base of Tim’s member. Instantly she was stroking it hard and fast, milking it right into Query’s hard-working mouth. The shaft grew thicker, stretching Query’s lips obscenely and edging into her tight little throat.

Query gagged and gurgled, but Steph put her other hand on the back of Query’s head and held her in place while she rubbed herself against Tim’s ass. Setting up the rhythm that had Tim pumping himself into Query’s mouth like it belonged to him.

“It’s fun having a cum dumpster,” Steph cooed happily.