Chapter 1: Introduction
Dark alleyways. The name itself screams sinister. A place to avoid. Ever been to a city and seen a dark alley and your immediate response is, "Let's check that out!"? Eye contact: broken. Footsteps, steady. Adrenaline-check: on an all-time high.
Welcome to Gotham City.
A step, a leap, a lamplight illuminates my snug black suit.
Hearing a faint jingle of loot from the robbers' escape, I'm on their filthy, greedy trail.
Up ahead, Jack, Tom, and Sarah scatter. Frantic and disorganized, one-by-one, I lasso them with my bat-rope. Cornered. My senses tingle. My instinct screams, "Go-time!"
Twisting Sarah's wrist, she lets out a gasp, powerless and succumbing to my touch. The subtle scent of cheap perfume and clammy sweat is faint but noticeable.
My grip tightens. A faint whimper—here it comes. I angle my lips to her ear, "Listen to me, Sarah, you struggle, you fight it, nothing good will come of it for either of us." I'm met with a defiant glare, fire burning through tears. Goddamn, I could kiss her or strangle her—maybe both.
Meanwhile, Jack is struggling and cursing under his breath. His face—beet red and twisted with equal parts rage and fear. He's strong, but not as strong as he thinks.
I use his ego against him.
"You're not getting away that easy, Jack," I hiss in his ear, my lips brushing against his skin.
I reach around to grab the back of his head, pulling his body closer to mine. Our bodies are pressed tight against each other, the heat between us palpable.
Quick as a flash, I place my ankle between his legs, pressing upwards and grinning wickedly as I hear a satisfying grunt from him.
I can feel his hardness against my thigh, straining against his pants. His member throbs a bit and spurts out
a large wet spot on my costume. I recoil. This criminal scum just came on my new costume.
A lot.
I drop Jack, and his body collapses on the wet spot on the ground.
The situation is getting heated, and I'm not talking about my bat-rope.
I turn my attention back to Sarah and take in every inch of her.
She's no Diana, that's for sure. Her skin is rough and marked with scars, but she has fire in her eyes.
I let her struggle, but it's no use. I've got her pinned, and she knows it.
I whisper in her ear again, "Sarah, I'm going to enjoy this, don't fight it, just let go." Her resistance melts as she feels my hand caressing her face, and she sighs. She closes her eyes and lets out a soft moan as I trace the edge of her earlobe with my tongue.
My hands explore her body, feeling the taut muscles underneath her clothes. I can feel her body trembling under my touch, and I know she wants this as much as I do.
With one swift motion, I rip open her shirt, buttons flying and scattering in the darkness.
"Aaahh!" she cries out, half in surprise, half in pleasure. My hands cup her full, firm breasts, and I watch her face as I knead them roughly.
She bites her lip, trying to stifle a moan as my fingers find her pierced nipples, hard and erect. I tug at them playfully, teasing her with my touch.
She arches her back, pressing her breasts further into my hands.
Her breath is heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can feel her heart racing. I lean in closer, my lips hovering just above hers. Kissing her seems inevitable, but I can't stop myself from playing with her like this.
"Do you like that, Sarah?" I murmur. She nods her head eagerly, and I release a low chuckle.
My mouth finally finds hers in a consuming kiss, full of raw passion and desperate need. My tongue delves into her mouth, tasting the remnants of stolen sweets and arrogance. She kisses me back just as greedily, her nails raking down my back.
Breaking our damn near violent kiss, we both take a minute to breathe, although our heavy breathing makes proper oxygen intake damn near impossible.
My hands still roam her body, gliding them over her marked skin. I lean in close to her ear, "Do you want this, Sarah?" I growl.
Her response: a low and raspy, "Yes. Oh God, yes." I let her go. Leaving the slut hot bothered and tied up on the street.