Clandestine Rendezvous (DC Comics) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Breeding, Dom/Sub, Threesome

Summary: Supergirl and Power Girl have a secret... they routinely get their brains fucked out by Batman while wearing extremely fetishized versions of their own costumes. This is made possible by a lead-lined, soundproofed room filled with red sun lamps. Not that either of them cares about the particulars, so long as it gets them what they want. However... they probably will have to start caring quite soon. 

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Batman. A mysterious figure, to be sure. Many didn’t know much about him. For instance, most had no idea that he didn’t have superpowers like many of his contemporaries. The way he used the night and shadows, as well as his incredibly expensive high-tech gadgets, certainly felt supernatural to the vast majority of his opponents.

On top of that, most people also didn’t know that he was secretly Bruce Wayne, the playboy billionaire owner of Wayne Enterprises known for his partying and silly antics. Only a handful were even aware of the Dark Knight’s true identity, both among his friends and among his greatest enemies.

However, there was one thing that almost nobody knew about the World’s Greatest Detective. One secret that was currently so well kept that only three people knew anything about it. Put simply… Batman had a biweekly appointment with two Kryptonian women in a secret underground bunker that nobody else knew about. Where he would go and fuck their brains out on the regular in order to keep them from getting so horny that they did something regrettable.

Stepping into the lead lined bedroom, filled with red light from lamps made to mimic the light from a red sun, Batman pauses only momentarily at what he sees waiting for him in there. But even that momentary pause brings identical wolfish grins to the faces of the two blondes waiting for him.

“Like what you see, Batman?”

“I think he does, Power Girl. I think he likes it very much~”

Indeed, the two blondes could have been sisters, given their similarities. But to be fair, they were actually different versions of each other from different worlds. More specifically, Supergirl is the original version from this universe, while Power Girl hails from an alternate universe they’ve taken to calling Earth-Two.

Beyond that, she’s definitely had much more time to fill out then Supergirl, being over a decade older. But they’re both quite beautiful at this point, even if Power Girl definitely has the bigger rack.

… A rack that’s currently on full display, given that she and her counterpart are currently wearing incredibly fetishized versions of their usual costumes. It was simply a fast of modern day life in a world filled with superheroes and supervillains. You couldn’t escape it, really. Maybe if metahumans and superpowers didn’t exist, then the human race would be more focused on mundane celebrities like movie stars and sports athletes.

But metahumans and superpowers did exist, so the mundane majority of the human race could only turn their eyes towards the heroes and villains all across the face of the Earth and gaze at them in awe, adoration, and jealousy. And that in turn led to a culture based around these veritable demigods walking the surface of the Earth.

As a result, there were plenty of knockoff costumes out there. Even for Batman himself. It was unavoidable and entirely inescapable. You could shut down one producer and turn around a moment later to find another half dozen taking their place. And of course in some cases where secret identities were paramount, it wasn’t like the heroes or villains in question could even try to own the rights to their own costumes or costumed identities in the first place.

Batman had given up a long time ago, and at this point merely worked to profit as much as possible as Bruce Wayne, so he could then turn those profits back towards helping people.

Of course, for the female heroes… it was worse. Because while both sexes could and would inevitably be sexualized and treated as little more than blowup dolls by their adoring, rabid fans, it was ten times worse for a woman than it was for a man. Especially powerful women, who everyone loved to see get taken down a peg wherever possible.

Not that Kara or Karen seemed to mind all that much. Supergirl and Power Girl stand before him wearing knockoff slut versions of their costumes… and they wear them with pride too. In Supergirl’s case, the skimpy nature of her costume leaves little to the imagination. All it takes is one swish of her hips and the red miniskirt she has on flicks to the side to reveal her lack of panties and the cleft of her bald pussy lips down betwixt her thighs.

At the same time, her blue tube top barely even contains her underboob, the red S she normally wears on her chest currently truncated in its size to make sure the vast majority of her pale torso is exposed to his eyes.

Power Girl’s costume, on the other hand… well, it’s always been a little slutty, even the official version. One might wonder how one would slutify an official costume that already came with a very high leotard and a literal boob window. Simple, really. Turn the boob window into an entire boob portal and remove the ‘leotard’ part of the costume completely. And yes, that did mean Power Girl was currently standing there with her massive but also paradoxically perky tits defying gravity while also having her entire cunt out in the open.

Even when wearing entirely sexualized costumes, Power Girl still managed to be sluttier than her younger counterpart. Though in this case, that wasn’t saying much.

Wordlessly, Batman steps forward towards the two waiting Kryptonians. They both tremble in anticipation, even as he reaches down… and removes his codpiece, unclasping it from his armored costume and tossing it aside as he walks. Reaching the two blondes, his gloved hands come up at the same time, grab onto their locks, and yank them both off of their high heels and down onto their knees almost contemptuously.

“Suck it.”

Moaning like the pair of wanton whores they are, Power Girl and Supergirl don’t hesitate to obey. Behind him, the door to the room seals tightly shut, granting the three of them complete privacy. One might wonder how the Caped Crusader was manhandling two of the most powerful women in the world, especially when he didn’t have a meta gene himself.

Simple, really. Even as all-powerful Kryptonians, they had their weaknesses. The greatest and most well known was Kryptonite, specifically of the green variety. But that was lethal to their kind, so as much as some fetishists liked to make artwork and even porn parodies of Kara or Karen wearing a Kryptonite ball gag and Kryptonite shackles… they might as well have been making snuff porn if it was in any way realistic.

However, what many didn’t know was that Kryptonians were only as powerful on Earth as they were… because of Earth’s Yellow Sun. It was Sol itself that gave Kara, Karen, and their cousin Kal-El their immense powers. In any other solar system with a red sun, they would be as weak as humans. In fact, back on their home planet of Krypton, before the explosion that destroyed their people, their sun HAD been red, and no Kryptonians had been as powerful as the three on Earth were now.

Hence the red sun lamps bathing the bedroom and weakening Power Girl and Supergirl to the point where Batman was easily able to manhandle them into submission. Just the way they liked it.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Despite telling them to suck his cock, Batman doesn’t leave them to their own devices for long before taking over. His gauntlets fisting their hair, he forces them down his length one after another, face fucking them both again and again. They can’t resist his strength, not as they are now.

Where Batman has honed his human body into a weapon and tool, Power Girl and Supergirl have relied on their Yellow Sun granted superpowers for far too long. With the light of the red sun lamps blazing down on them, they’re nothing but a pair of weak bitches, helpless before their big, hunky, and altogether dominating master. And they wouldn’t have it any other way.

Quite suddenly, Batman pulls them both back again, before tearing them up off of their knees by his ironclad grip on their hair. As they whimper, mewl, and moan in equal measure, he forces them to stumble over to the nearby bed, before tossing them down onto it. He and his massive throbbing member, glistening with their saliva, follow.

Climbing onto the bed, Batman doesn’t waste time. Supergirl’s red miniskirt is flipped up without so much as a ‘by your leave’ and her naked cunt, completely unprotected and unexposed, is stuffed full of Batman’s cock a moment later. She squeals at the top of her lungs as he fills her with his dick, her eyes going crossed in less than a moment.

“YES! FUCK ME DADDY! FUCK MEEEE!”

It’s not surprising that a young woman like Supergirl has daddy issues. Especially since she always gets like this, one she has Batman’s big fat dick in her hungry, gushing, incredibly tight twat. Meanwhile, right alongside her, Power Girl starts to pout and opens her mouth to complain over being second, only for the words to catch in her throat when Batman’s gauntleted hand comes down on her tits a moment later.

He gropes and mauls her naked fat udders with that hand, while his other hand gently but firmly clasps around Supergirl’s throat, making her choke slightly just the way he knows she likes it as he fucks her silly.

Power Girl moans, only to yelp when he rears back that same hand to slap her tits a few times, spanking them back and forth just the way SHE likes it. Both Kryptonian women are the exact same when it comes to the bedroom. But then, that shouldn’t be surprising considering they literally are the same woman. Still, at the end of the day, the horny blonde alien women are submissive to a fault and love to be treated like fuck dolls.

Unfortunately for them, the most powerful man in the world is their cousin… and the sort of guys who could normally stand up to him and them are all usually scum, the worst sort of villains. Fortunately, none of that matters… because Batman figured them out before anything could go too wrong and devised a way to give them what they needed, both of them.

Eyes rolling back in her head, Supergirl cries out, her tongue sticking straight out of her mouth as she cums and cums all over his pistoning prick. Until finally, with one grunt being the only indication of anything on his end, Batman cums inside of her, filling her with his seed.

The instant he’s done emptying his balls inside of her, he pulls out of the delirious young Kryptonian woman and turns to her older counterpart. Power Girl gives him a wicked grin, running a hand along her body and giggling.

“Saved the best for la-eep!”

Before she can finish the disparaging comment towards her dimensional counterpart, Batman has already moved in, grabbing Power Girl by her hips and flipping her over onto her front. Face and tits down, ass up high in the air, she can’t do much to stop his manhandling as he forces her into position with his hands gripping down firmly on her exceptionally wide hips.

A moment later and he’s inside of her just like he was Supergirl mere seconds before. He fills Power Girl’s cunt with his cock, still rock hard and ready for action despite his dick being covered in the combined fluids of his and Supergirl’s coupling. Karen doesn’t have anything to complain about though, even if she was forced to go second to Kara.

Batman fucks Power Girl with even greater force then he did Supergirl, pounding into her doggystyle and treating her like the horny bitch she is. She moans and groans as she creams herself upon his cock again and again, shuddering under him throughout the explosive experience. Her pussy walls might not be quite as tight as Supergirl’s, but they still grip down on Batman’s throbbing mast as hard as they can, squeezing his iron length as it drives deep into her currently weakened depths.

With the red sun light beating down upon their bodies, they’re nothing more than baseline humans like this. Might as well not even be Kara or Karen at all, but just a pair of prostitutes hired to wear sexualized versions of their costumes by an incredibly committed Batman Cosplayer. But that’s not the case at all. It IS the real Power Girl and Supergirl, both of them getting fucked out of their minds with pleasure by the real Batman.

“H-HARDER! YES! D-DON’T STOP, SIR!”

Unlike Kara, Karen doesn’t have daddy issues that lead to her having a daddy fetish. But she still happily submits to Batman, taking every last inch of his cock and begging him for more, all while calling him ‘sir’ and moaning at the top of her lungs like the wanton slut she is. Until finally…

Despite her begging him not to stop, all good things come to an end. With one last grunt, Batman proceeds to fill Power Girl’s womb just like he had Supergirl’s, cumming deep inside of the more voluptuous and curvaceous blonde Kryptonian, just as he did her younger and slimmer counterpart. The two heroines are left looking deliriously pleasured, their eyes rolling in their heads, Power Girl’s ass high in the air, Supergirl’s legs splayed out.

Batman’s seed seeps out of both of their twats quite freely. He hasn’t used a condom, and neither of them are on birth control. But that’s alright, right? After all… it’s not like Kryptonians and Humans are sexually compatible or anything.

If they were, then Clark would have surely gotten Lois pregnant by now. The two had been dating for six months at this point, so they’d definitely had sex… right?

Heh, people called Batman the World’s Greatest Detective. They also liked to ascribe an otherworldly, supernatural omniscience to the man. It was a reputation that the Dark Knight had carefully cultivated over the years. But… it was just that. A reputation.

Batman wasn’t perfect. Neither was Bruce Wayne. And when you were as overworked as the Dark Knight was, sometimes things slipped through the cracks. Sure, he could have and probably should have done his own research, ran his own tests, and made absolutely certain that he couldn’t knock up the two blonde Kryptonians that he’d taken to plowing silly on the regular.

… But in doing so, he would have wasted time he could have spent on investigating more important things, like Joker’s next move, or the signs of Earth’s latest alien invasion, or the plans of any number of villainous groups worldwide. Really, when you put it up against all of that, it just didn’t seem important.

It’ll be pretty damn important soon though. Especially once both Kara and Karen start showing.