The communicator chimed — a soft, melodic tone that cut through the hum of the monitor bank. Maria's hand lifted from her belly, the ghost of the almost-release still trembling through her thighs as she reached for the device.
"Maria!" Daisy's voice burst through the speaker, bright and breathless. "Oh my gosh, Maria, you will not believe what I just did."
Maria blinked, the afterimages of Rouge's interception still flickering across the main screen. She muted the feed with a tap, the loading dock freezing mid-frame. "Daisy. You sound—"
"Like I just had the best sex of my life? Because I did." Daisy laughed, that warm, unguarded laugh that always made Maria's lips twitch. "Luigi. The green one. I know, I know — he's all nerves and stutters around her. But alone? Maria. Alone he's a completely different man."
Maria leaned back in her chair, her fingers finding the edge of the console. The child shifted inside her, a slow roll against her palm. "Tell me everything."
"He had me bent over a pipe in the sewers — the sewers, Maria, and I didn't care. His hands were so rough, so sure. He talked to me the whole time, that low voice he never uses in front of anyone else. Told me exactly what he was going to do to me before he did it." Daisy's voice dropped, conspiratorial. "And then he did it. Twice."
Maria's breath caught. The hunger stirred again, that familiar ache low in her belly. "Twice."
"Three times, if you count the one against the wall after. I can barely walk, and I'm grinning like an idiot." Daisy paused, and Maria heard the smile in her voice. "Anyway. I know you've been — browsing. Looking for something new. So I have a recommendation."
Maria's fingers hovered over the keyboard. "I'm listening."
"Justice League universe. The animated one — you know, the one with the good Batman voice." Daisy's tone turned gleeful. "Catwoman's got him tied up in one of her usual games, and Wonder Woman walks in on them. And let me just say — those two do not share well. But for him?"
A pause. Maria leaned forward.
"They decide to share anyway," Daisy finished. "You're welcome."
The line clicked off. Maria sat in the silence for a long moment, her palm pressed flat against her belly, feeling the child's answering kick — sharp, insistent, hungry.
She turned to the keyboard and typed.
The Gotham skyline glittered through the penthouse windows, a thousand lights bleeding into the smog. Batman hung suspended from the ceiling, his wrists bound in reinforced cable above his head, his cape stripped away to leave him in nothing but the gray undersuit. Selina Kyle circled him slowly, her heels clicking against the marble floor, her whip coiled in her gloved hand.
"You know, Brucie," she purred, tapping the coiled leather against her palm. "You make this too easy. A man with your paranoia, and you still followed me into a trap."
"Not a trap." His voice was low, steady. "A negotiation."
"Is that what we're calling it?" Selina stopped in front of him, tilting her head. The cowl hid his eyes, but she knew the shape of his jaw, the set of his mouth. She'd mapped every inch of him in the dark. "Because from where I'm standing, it looks like I've got you exactly where I want you."
"You always think that."
"And I'm always right." She reached up, her fingers brushing the edge of the cowl. "Should I take this off? Or do you want to keep pretending you're not enjoying this?"
Batman said nothing. But his jaw tightened — just a fraction. Selina saw it.
She was about to peel the cowl back when the elevator chimed behind her. She spun, whip snapping to ready, and found herself staring at a figure in gleaming armor — crimson and gold, bracelets catching the city lights, dark hair falling in waves past her shoulders.
Wonder Woman.
"Selina," Diana said, her voice warm with amusement. "I should have known."
"Diana." Selina's grip on the whip loosened, but only slightly. "This is a private party."
"So I see." Diana stepped into the penthouse, her eyes moving from Selina to the bound man hanging from the ceiling. A slow smile curved her lips. "And you've caught yourself quite a prize."
Batman's voice cut through the tension. "Diana. Untie me."
"Should I?" Diana circled him now, her boots silent on the marble. She stopped beside Selina, close enough that their shoulders nearly touched. "He does look rather — helpless like this."
"Doesn't he?" Selina's smile sharpened. "I was just about to have my way with him."
"Were you?" Diana's eyes met Selina's over the cowl. Something passed between them — a question, an answer, a decision made in the space of a heartbeat. "It would be a shame to waste him."
Selina's brow arched. "Are you suggesting we share?"
"I'm suggesting," Diana said, her voice dropping low, "that a man like this doesn't come tied up and waiting every night. We'd be fools not to take advantage."
Batman's jaw worked. "This is—"
"Hush." Selina pressed a finger to his lips through the cowl. "The adults are talking."
Diana laughed, low and rich. She stepped closer to Selina, her hand coming up to rest on Selina's hip — a casual touch that said everything. "Rock, paper, scissors?"
Selina's eyes widened, then gleamed. "You're on."
They faced each other, hands behind their backs. Batman watched, his expression unreadable behind the cowl, but his chest rose and fell a little faster.
"One," Diana counted.
"Two," Selina joined.
"Three."
Selina threw paper. Diana threw scissors.
Diana grinned. "I win."
Selina groaned, but there was no heat in it. "Fine. But I get sloppy seconds — and I get the tit fuck after."
"Deal." Diana turned to Batman, her eyes gleaming with intent. "Now then, Batman. Let's see what all that brooding is hiding."
She reached for the cowl and pulled it free.
Bruce Wayne blinked in the sudden light, his dark hair mussed, his jaw set. He looked between the two women — Selina's knowing smirk, Diana's hungry gaze — and his voice came out rougher than he intended. "This is a mistake."
"Probably," Selina agreed. "But it's going to be a fun one."
Diana didn't waste time. She dropped to her knees before him, her hands finding the waistband of his undersuit. Bruce's breath caught as she peeled it down, freeing his cock — already half-hard, twitching as the cool air hit it.
"Impressive," Diana murmured, wrapping her hand around the base. She stroked him once, slow, watching his face. "You're not as unaffected as you pretend."
"I'm not—" His words cut off as she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Diana knew what she was doing. Her tongue traced the vein on the underside, her lips sealing tight as she drew him deep. She took him to the root on the first pass, her throat opening to accept him, and Bruce's hands clenched into fists above his head, the cable groaning under the strain.
Selina watched from the side, her own hand slipping between her thighs as Diana worked. The Amazon was thorough — every inch of him worshipped, her head bobbing with a rhythm that was both patient and relentless. She pulled back to lick the head, circling the sensitive crown, then plunged down again, taking him deeper than before.
"Fuck," Bruce breathed, the word torn from him.
Diana hummed around him, the vibration sending a shudder through his whole body. She reached up, gripping his hips, pulling him into her mouth with each stroke. Her throat bulged around him, and she held him there, buried to the hilt, her nose pressed against his pelvis.
Bruce's head fell back. "Diana—"
She pulled off with a wet sound, her lips slick with spit. "Not yet," she said, rising to her feet. "I want to feel you come inside me."
Selina stepped forward, helping Diana strip out of her armor. The breastplate fell away, then the skirt, until Diana stood naked before them — all bronze skin and powerful muscle. She pressed Bruce back against the cable, guiding his cock to her entrance.
"Ready?" she asked.
Bruce's answer was a growl. "Just do it."
She sank down onto him in one smooth motion, her inner walls clenching around him as she took him to the hilt. Bruce groaned, his hips bucking instinctively, but the cable held him fast. Diana rode him with a warrior's grace, her thighs flexing as she rose and fell, each stroke drawing him deeper.
Selina circled behind him, her hands sliding over his shoulders, her lips finding his ear. "How does she feel, Bruce? Is she as good as me?"
"Shut up," he gritted, but his voice was strained.
Diana laughed, a breathless sound. "He's close." She quickened her pace, her inner walls milking him. "Come inside me, Batman. Fill me up."
Bruce's control shattered. He came with a guttural roar, his cock pulsing deep inside her, flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. Diana rode him through it, her own orgasm cresting as she felt him empty into her, her thighs trembling around his hips.
She rose off him, and Selina was there in an instant, pressing Bruce down to his knees. His cock was still slick with Diana's juices, still half-hard, and Selina didn't wait — she took him into her mouth, cleaning him with her tongue, tasting Diana on his skin.
"My turn," she said, pulling off with a pop. She straddled him, guiding him back inside her — her cunt hot and tight, gripping him like a fist.
Bruce's hands found her hips, the cable having gone slack as Diana released it. He drove up into her, hard, and Selina moaned, her head falling back.
"That's it," she breathed. "Fuck me, Bruce. Fuck me like you mean it."
He did. He fucked her with a desperation that surprised them all, his hips slamming into her as she rode him, her nails raking down his chest. Diana watched, her hand moving between her own thighs, her eyes dark with hunger.
Selina came with a cry, her cunt clenching around him, and Bruce followed her over the edge, emptying himself inside her for the second time. He collapsed back, breathing hard, his body slick with sweat.
But they weren't done.
Diana pulled him to his feet, pressing him back against the wall. She knelt before him, taking his softening cock into her mouth, sucking him back to hardness. Selina joined her, their tongues working together, trading kisses along his shaft until he was fully erect again.
"Now," Selina said, pressing her breasts together around his cock. "The tit fuck I was promised."
Diana spat on his shaft, adding her own slickness to the channel of Selina's cleavage. Selina squeezed her breasts around him, and Bruce groaned as he began to thrust, his cock sliding through the tight, wet channel of her flesh.
Diana leaned in, catching the head of his cock with her tongue every time it emerged. Bruce's pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps, and when he came, he came across both their faces — thick ropes of cum splashing across Selina's lips, Diana's cheek, their chests.
Selina caught the last of it on her tongue, swallowing. Diana wiped a smear from her cheek and licked it clean.
They looked at each other, then at Bruce — slumped against the wall, spent, his chest heaving.
"Well," Selina said, grinning. "That was worth the trouble."
Diana nodded, already pulling her armor back on. "We should get him home."
They dressed him — or mostly dressed him — and half-carried him to Diana's invisible jet. Bruce was too far gone to protest, his head lolling, a rare, dazed look on his face.
The jet set down on the manicured lawn of Wayne Manor just before dawn. Selina and Diana hauled Bruce to the front door, and it swung open before they could knock.
Alfred stood in the doorway, impeccably dressed despite the hour. His eyes swept over the scene — the disheveled Batman, the two women flanking him — and something that might have been a smile flickered across his face.
"Ah," he said. "I see you two enjoyed yourselves."
Selina's eyes narrowed. "You knew."
"I may have suggested that Master Bruce could use a night off from his — brooding." Alfred's tone was perfectly neutral. "And I may have mentioned that a certain cat burglar and a certain Amazon would be the ones to provide it."
Diana stared at him. Then she laughed, rich and full. "You set him up."
"I merely created the opportunity," Alfred said primly. "Master Bruce has always been rather too focused on his work. I thought it was time he — lived a little."
Bruce groaned, lifting his head. "Alfred."
"Yes, Master Bruce?"
"We're going to have a conversation about this."
"I look forward to it, sir." Alfred stepped aside, gesturing toward the stairs. "Your bed is already turned down. And I've taken the liberty of leaving a glass of water and two aspirin on your nightstand."
Selina snorted. Diana hid her smile behind her hand.
They deposited Bruce in the foyer, and he stumbled toward the stairs, casting one last glare over his shoulder — a glare that lost all its heat when he saw the three of them standing there, Alfred's expression perfectly innocent, the two women looking entirely too pleased with themselves.
The door clicked shut behind them.
Alfred watched Bruce's slow, unsteady climb up the stairs, and permitted himself a small, satisfied smile.
"Well, Master Bruce," he murmured to the empty foyer. "I do believe that counts as living."
Maria sat back, her hand moving slow and steady between her thighs, the screen's glow painting her face. The child kicked against her palm, sharp and insistent, and she smiled — a hungry, knowing smile.
She reached for the keyboard and typed:
"Timeline designation: The Monitor's Gift."
Then she saved the file, closed the window, and let her head fall back, her breath coming in slow, satisfied waves.