"Ah, Ms. Vreeland, come in," Alfred said.
Veronica Vreeland entered the library. The rich young socialite was dressed in an elegant dress that cost more than many people made in a year, and her long red hair was adorned in a very expensive style. Alfred had often lusted after her when she'd stopped by the mansion to flirt with Bruce. He was looking forward to this.
"Alfred?" Veronica asked. "What are you--"
"So why do you think I should hire you as a maid?"
"A maid?" Veronica laughed. "I don't know what you're--"
"Oh, don't be coy, Ms. Vreeland. Everyone knows about it. How you've lost your fortune and have gone utterly broke." Though not technically true at the moment, Alfred was going to make it fact soon, when he got his hands on the bitch's money. "And realized you have absolutely no professional skills as you've spent your whole life partying. It's scary isn't it, that you might be thrown out on the street, forced to beg and sell your body."
"N-noooo," Veronica trembled, her eyes wide with terror.
"Unless you can convince me that you would make a good maid here. What do you possibly have to offer that would make you deserve this job?"
Veronica Vreeland, a moment ago an utterly confident woman, rich and beautiful, nervously bit her lip. What could she offer him? She needed this job! It was her only chance!
* * *
"Hey!" Joker yelled as Jason yanked down the villain's pants.
"Mmmm, dat's some nice white meat yo gots dere, Mista Joka," the whore cooed. "Don' worry, I gots a hankerin' fer some fine white meat."
"Don't you mess with the --- uhhhhehehehe!" Joker began to giggle as Jason tickled his balls with long red nails and ran his tongue up the Joker's shaft. The whore's tongue stud felt very good against the flesh.
"I knows what'cha want, big man."
* * *
"You always keepin' an eye on meh, aren't'cha, Dickie?"
Bruce wrapped his arms around Nightwing, giving him a big hug, the whore's huge tits pressing against Dick's face.
"Yeah, I never scared 'cause I gots my own guardian angel taken care a' l'l ol' meh."
Yes, that was the main thing he did as Nightwing. Though he presented himself as a superhero keeping all of Gotham safe, it was mainly about making sure no one hassled Bruce -- and about jacking off whenever Bruce was getting his slut on. He also took down any of Alfred's competition, because that's what made Bruce happy -- and indulged his voyeuristic needs whenever he saw someone doing something sexy through a window.
Bruce said that best. Just beat his meat whenever he saw something sexy.
Or was it? This felt wrong?
"Bruce, this is wrong," Dick said. "This is -- mpphhhhh!!"
The whore thrust his thick tongue down Dick's throat's exploring every inch of his mouth.
"Yeah, Dickie, dis is wrong," Bruce giggled. "I haven't been fucked by your big ol' dickie tonight yet."
He wrapped his two-inch long nails around Dick's shaft and began to pump him.
* * *
Harley Quinn moaned as she sat on a roof, her back against the chimney, and desperately pumped the huge throbbing cock that now hung between her legs.
She'd broken into Wayne Manor as a joke to steal one of Bruce Wayne's fancy shmancy suits, when the butler had stopped her and looked all weird an' shit but talked to Harley, told her he knew what she needed. Then he did something and she felt like she needed to leave because she was feeling so freakin' horny.
Now she had a dick! It was freaky but it was so hot. The weird butler guy was right. She'd wanted a big dick and giant balls so much! She wanted to make her cute Pam-a-lamb squeal as Harley porked her up her hoo-hah, making Pam squeal with ecstasy as Harley gave her the loving she deserved.
She wanted to freak out folk by slapping them in the face with her patented Harley hammer.
She wanted to pay a visit to Mr. J, make him squeal as she pumped her puddin's ass full of puddin'.
"OOoo, yeahhh, BABE-YYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Harley shrieked as she spewed a fountain of thick creamy she-jizz into the air. "YAHTZEE"