Batman had been running himself ragged when he turned in to bed. He had been running down leads and running background checks on Bubba's beginnings. The latest info he received from Karen worried him more than a little. With Wonder Woman and now Superman apparently under the control of this so called Bubba he had to know what was going on. He was tracking the potential threat Powergirl would represent if she went rouge as well. The following night Bruce Wayne figured it was time to revisit Bubba's club. He wanted to investigate how complete Bubba's control was. He put his suit on and informed Huntress of his surveillance activities. He re-entered the strip club and it looked exactly the same with the loud music and bright lights. He looked over the selection of girls and there were many beutiful girls. He realized that more than one of them had been in film or belonged to influential families. He ordered a drink and began watching the girl coming onto the stage.Bubba watched Bruce Wayne from her perch above the dance floor. He could not see her of course. She knew what he wanted. He was the world's greatest detective and she presented the biggest question mark that he could not figure out. She smiled at his discomfort masked by his air of nobility. She smiled as she sipped her wine. She wondered how she could use Bruce Wayne if she did not transform him into a brainless puppet like the rest. She would have to think on it for a little bit but in the meantime. "Send in the whore Wonder Woman to amuse our rich customer".
As the stripper finished her performance. The announcer came over the speaker and announced the next dancer as "Bubba's personal whore the fantastic Wonder Woman". Bruce Wayne sat up straighter in his seat and took note. Diana was not in her Wonder Woman attire. She was dressed in a one piece bathing suit which was little more than piece of floss covering her frame. She started her set with a slow sensual performance. Bruce moved into the front row surrounding the stage and threw several hundred dollars on stage. She crawled over to his position with a lewd look on her face like she was craving to be fucked right then and there. He sat back in his chair as she switched positions to sit on her on ass and spread her legs. She inched herself closer and threw her legs over his shoulders. She pulled her perfumed pussy to within an inch of his face and writhed invitingly with her back still on the stage. Bruce looked on his friend Diana with lust in his eyes. She looked into his eyes and unhooked her legs. She rolled backwards and then began to twerk her ass on stage giving Bruce a good look at her backside. He imagined for a brief moment what that ass would look like bouncing on his cock. She looked over her shoulder with a smouldering look. Her second song came to an end and she walked off the stage sashaying her ass. She stopped to collect her money and bend over to pick up her suit. Bruce noticed that when she bent over she did so in an obvious pose that aimed her sex directly at him. She then walked over naked as the day she was born and sat in his lap. "Bruce thank you for the tip, would you like to go to the VIP lounge for a more private dance?"
Bruce responded "Yes, Yes of course"
She got up and led him by the hand to the VIP lounge. She walked in front of him with a smile on her face. Bubba had explicitly told her to fuck the shit out of Bruce Wayne and leave him smiling when he left the establishment. This was going to be fun.