Batwoman: Desperate Measures

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A full moon over Gotham. From the glittering towers of the city center, to the rundown apartment blocks of the outer boroughs, every corner was cast with pale light.

A single, all-seeing eye. Bearing witness to the Batwoman gliding across rooftops. And to the great humiliation of the woman beneath the mask.

She landed on the apartment roof, her boots kicking up gravel as she landed. The impact tremor shot up her legs. It was mild discomfort compared to the anxiety that twisted through her insides.

The copycat had struck again, leaving all manner of contraptions and devices all around the city to spring terror on unsuspecting citizens. Normally, this would have been a job for Bruce or any one of his helpers. But with the rest of the Bats out of town or otherwise occupied with other supervillain matters, that left Batwoman to handle the problem on her own.

Neither she or the GCPD had the means to disarm or disable the copycat Riddler traps. No one had access to the Batman's more useful toys other than the man himself. Which left Kate in a rather unenviable position.

There was only one person in all of Gotham who had the brains to take down a Riddler copycat. And Kate, to her great distaste, had struck a rather unsavory deal with him.

Down below, in one of the apartments, he was waiting for her.

Eddie Nashton. Edward Nygma. The Riddler.

By now, news of the newly found devices would have made its way onto the headlines. Which meant he knew she was going to be swinging by. Kate felt her stomach turn, imagining the skinny gremlin waiting by the door with his pants already around his ankles… and that thing hanging down, twitching in the air.

Kate frowned, huffing through her nose. As she swept through the rooftop door and into the grimy stairwell, the tall, armored heroine fought to keep her nerves steady.

Lives were at stake. Innocent people in danger. Eddie was the only one who could offer her any real help. If this had to be the price to save lives, Kate would pay it… even if the price was putrid.

She found his apartment quickly enough. The same place it was as last time.

The Batwoman clenched her fists, simply staring at the door for a long moment. She breathed in, slow and steady. Then she knocked.

A second later, she heard the lock click open. One of Eddie's automated contraptions for personal protection, she knew. Swallowing down her bitterness, Kate turned the door handle and pushed through the threshold.

Eddie was waiting for her, just as she suspected - though it was a small relief that he was still clothed. He sat far across from the apartment door, leaning back in an office chair. Just as she had last seen him, he wore jeans and a green button-up shirt over a white tank top. All faded, but from wear and use rather than style. His reddish-brown hair had grown a bit longer, a tousled mop falling down over his pale neck and face. He wore large glasses, the lenses catching the light making it so she couldn't quite see his eyes. But his insufferable smirk? That she could see just fine.

"Ah, the Batwoman returns!" Nashton - Nygma - spread his scrawny arms wide in a theatrical gesture. His green shirt parted, revealing the scruffy tank top beset with tiny tears and stains. "Now what could you want with little ol' me? No, wait! Don't tell me. You once again require my assistance!"

The fury Kate felt came ice cold rather than blistering hot. Perhaps it was for the best. It would have only caused her more trouble if Nygma was missing all his teeth.

"Stop talking." She said in a flat, dead voice. Her boots thumped against the apartment floor as she strode inside. The door swung shut behind her, the lock clicking shut automatically. The sound made Kate's gut twist again, distaste writhing in the back of her throat.

She was leaving with Nygma's help. And the only way to get it was to honor her end of the deal. However long it took…

"So forceful! Just like the other guy!" Nygma clasped his hands together as he sat up. His smirk grew into a toothy smile - unexpectedly pearly white. Every other aspect of his appearance was grimy and frayed, it was a shock to see that the man took great dental care. But it gave Kate no comfort. His smile was taunting her. His voice dropped low as he spoke again. "But we both know that's not how you get what you want from me."

He leaned forward even more, allowing Kate to see his eyes through the lenses of his glasses. They were hard, shockingly so, a severe shade of green. Both eyes were set upon her, unwavering.

"Bloody my nose, knock out some teeth, hang me over a balcony ledge… I've been through it all before. It never worked for your boss. It won't work for you. You know the deal, Batwoman. You know how to get on my good side…" Kate watched silently as Nygma's hands went to his belt.

By the time his pants dropped to his ankles, the dread and disgust had faded. Smothered and silenced in the far back of Kate's mind. It was a concentrated effort. 

Beneath the mask, Kate kept up a calm veneer, her face like a statue. Even as she stared at Nygma's manhood - a thick stalk of flesh extending out from his groin - the feelings of revulsion she would have normally felt came now as but a shadow. The cockhead was swollen, pulsing, and colored a dark pink. The shaft was obscene, lined with bulging veins. A shock to her eyes, just as it was the first time she had seen it.

Nygma leaned back in his office chair, urging his hips forward to the edge of the seat. His cock swayed with the movement, hanging down between his legs under its own heft. Under his glasses, he looked at Kate expectantly.

Taking in another long breath, Kate slowly dropped to her knees before him. She inched closer, positioning herself between his legs. She stripped off her gloves - he made it clear before that he hated the feeling of them - and took hold of the base, angling it up towards her mouth. She loathed how warm he felt in her hands, how she could feel him throbbing under her fingers.

"Let's just get this over with…" Kate muttered under her breath.

Above her, Nygma shook his head.

"You know how this goes. You want my help with the copycat? You need to earn it."

Kate glared at him from under her mask. Then she turned her eyes down towards his other head. Fat and swollen it was, already with some precum leaking from the slit. Her insides twisted and coiled at the sight, but Kate ignored the feeling. She had to.

It was beyond humiliation, being lowered to the role of the Riddler's obedient plaything. But there were innocent people in danger. And the Batwoman had to be willing to do anything to save the day.

She lowered her face towards the man's groin. Her lips brushed over the tip, enveloping it. Then came the taste of man, tingling upon her lips and tongue. Kate started to suck.

The first time was the worst. A nightmare for a lesbian, being forced to service a man. To lick him, taste him, suck him. The most intimate, putrid piece of him nestled in the wet grace of her mouth. It burned Kate up inside, just the idea of it - having her mouth turned into some creep's cock holster. The shame burned even worse than her anger, making her feel only disgust whenever she looked in a mirror.

But as Batwoman and Gotham continued needing help disposing of traps and trinkets and other nightmare contraptions, Kate was forced to endure the indignity of being on her knees. As horrible as it was to say, she had gotten used to it. Used to Nygma and his obscenely large cock.

"Don't feel too bad." He told her, sighing. As much as she wished to block out his voice, Kate knew she couldn't. If he gave commands, she needed to obey - or else he'd send her off empty-handed. "This is a good thing you're doing. A madman is using my old designs to endanger innocent lives. You're putting your body on the line to save them. Very heroic of you."

She couldn't stop that particular flare of rage. Sitting back on her heels, she spat out his cock, letting the length slap wetly against his thigh.

"You're a fucking pig." She snapped - though she took care not to raise her voice. Nygma didn't mind backtalk, only shouting.

The scrawny man only shrugged, unapologetic.

"I don't wear a badge. And I don't help them either. Not unless there's something in it for me." His smirk returned, ever insufferable. "Give the balls some affection."

Kate bristled, knowing she could not disobey.

"You better have washed." She bit back, before lowering her lips to his sack. The familiar, unwanted flavor settled on her tongue as she bathed the hanging bulbs in her warm saliva.

Of course I wash. Do you take me for some kind of barbarian?" Nygma groaned above her, sinking into his seat. 

Kate didn't answer. Her mouth worked upon Nygma's swollen nuts. She swirled her tongue around one, then the other. She tried to take both in her mouth, knowing well how much he liked that. His shaft rested upon her face, inches and inches of thick meat that laid across her mask like a planted flag. It slapped Kate across the cheek as she slurped away from Nygma's testicles - another reason that she bemoaned the man's size.

"I take you… for a sick pervert…" Kate answered him, panting. She wiped the spit from her mouth with the back of her hand.

"That may be. But I'm not a patient one, either." Nygma gave a dry laugh, reaching down to stroke himself. Kate watched his hand work up and down the length of his shaft, drawing out more precum to dribble from the tip. She dreaded having to taste it on her tongue. "Now get that mouth back to work."

Kate stared at the enormous prick before her. She swallowed her pride. And prepared to swallow a whole lot more.

- - -

Eddie basked in the sensation - and the triumph. The feeling of a warm, wet tongue gliding over his glans, up and down his shaft, sucking him into the bliss of softness and heat… it was damn near incomparable.

The only thing that felt better was the knowledge that the woman between his legs was one of them. The mask-and-cape do-gooders who never seemed to have anything better to do than foil his plans. Those oh-so-loyal disciples of the Bat. That was in the past, before Eddie "went straight". But now?

Now, the Riddler was enjoying his own slice of victory.

Batwoman had her dark red lips wrapped around him, a lovely tight circle of pillowy softness nice and snug about halfway down the length of his cock. And even just half of Eddie was more than enough to stuff the poor girl's gullet. She bobbed her head slowly, using her lips to caress and milk him, using her tongue to coax the underside, and using her lungs to hollow her cheeks - using it to suck.

"For a woman who says she hates my guts…" Eddie groaned, smiling. "You are very good at this."

The glare she shot him only made him swell that much harder. No doubt, Batwoman could feel it upon her tongue. She made a small sound - clear indignation - but all it accomplished was send even more pleasurable vibrations around the length of his shaft buried in her mouth.

A moment later, Batwoman lifted her face from his groin. Slurping away from his cock, she left a considerable part of his length glistening with her own spit. Eddie took in the sight, admiring the nice sheen upon his reddened shaft. So too did he get a thrill seeing the thin strings of saliva bridging his cockhead to the Batwoman's full, ruby red lips. They lasted long enough for Eddie to commit to memory, before a swipe of her tongue broke the connection.

"I'm trying to get this over with." Batwoman panted, sneering. She took Eddie with both hands, wet shlicking sounds filling the air as she stroked the cock smeared with her own spit. A nice feeling, but nowhere as good as her lips and tongue.

Eddie wagged a finger in her face, drawing an even more withering glare from under her dark mask.

"Uh-uh. No rushing this. I want to enjoy these sessions of ours, Batwoman." He commanded, leaning back into his seat. "So take your time."

He watched her eyes, seeing the burning rage behind them. So too did he see those emotions simmer down. She was forcing herself to keep calm. It gave Eddie a rush. Any other time, this woman might have broken him. But thanks to some halfwit copycat - who still managed to outwit the GCPD - Eddie held all the cards. And from what Eddie could see and feel, his hand was a royal flush.

Batwoman resumed her duties, dipping her head back down to take Eddie's fat cock back into her mouth. Once more, she managed to take half of his length with relative ease. She fell back into her dutiful rhythm, lashing her tongue and sucking as her head rose and fell in his lap.

The half of his cock nestled in her mouth was bathed in pleasure, while the other half was taken in her hand. She gave long, slow strokes, milking him. Her other hand planted on his lower belly, steadying herself as she bobbed her head even quicker. Her tongue lashed at a higher pace, dancing along his shaft, around his cockhead, drawing more precum from his aching balls. It leaked onto her tongue and she lapped that up too.

He watched her face, noting with some wicked glee the determination in her eyes. The first time it had been utter hatred. The next couple times after that it had been utter disgust. It was pleasing to see that she had graduated in a way, moving on to some measure of acceptance. So long as she needed his help, this was her life now. 

Eddie was damn sure going to make the most of it.

- - -

Up and down. Up and down. It was a steady pace, matched by that of her working tongue. Above her, Kate could hear the groans coming with increased frequency. There was a part of her - a very small part - that felt a spike of satisfaction. But mostly, she just felt shame. Disgust.

The ugly truth of it, the truth Kate so desperately wanted to bury, was that she had gotten used to this. Used to servicing this creep. Using her mouth to please a man. As a woman, it was beyond degrading. As a lesbian, it was a nightmare.

She'd gotten skilled at this. Skilled at taking cock in her mouth. Skilled at pleasuring it with her lips and tongue. Kate hated that.

The feeling of stuffing her mouth had become familiar, so too had its heavy flavor - as well as the heavy odor coming from Riddler's groin. The scent of man filled her nostrils, and now instead of making her retch it tingled deep in her nose. A shudder rolled down her back. Kate chose to believe it was from disgust.

She shifted on her knees, drawing closer to Nygma. She felt his hands fall upon her, one on her shoulder, the other on top of her head. His fingers ran through the deep red hair of her wig. She doubted he knew - she'd never taken her cowl off with him, despite all she'd been made to do with him.

Kate slurped around the man's cock, allowing a helping of warm drool to dribble past her lips, bathing the rest of his length as well as his balls. Nygma groaned, loud and shaky, gripping her wig tight.

Her stomach turned and coiled. She tried to think of women, to put her mind upon nicer things - but she forced herself not to think of Maggie. Kate didn't dare taint the thoughts of her.

She was entering the final stretch. Kate could tell from the way Nygma throbbed in her mouth. And she hated that she had become that familiar with him. She increased the pace of her sucks, dipping her head down low to take even more of his cock into her mouth. Inch after inch, he passed into her gullet, until Kate finally gagged as his cockhead prodded the back of her throat. She held there, hollowing her cheeks to suck. Up above, Nygma took in a sharp gasp. The hand on her shoulder went to the back of her neck, cradling her head.

Only when her lungs were burning did Kate rise again. His length came sliding wetly from her mouth, damn near the entire thing glistening with her saliva. She held it up by the base, taking in heavy breaths as it swayed and twitched against the cool air. For a moment, she just looked at it. The monstrosity that had tormented her mouth and throat for the past several weeks.

"God…" Kate rasped, sucking in deep, shaky breaths. "Why the fuck are you so big?"

It really was obscene, his size. From how scrawny and wiry Eddie was - and from seeing him get manhandled so easily by the likes of Bruce, Dick, and even Damien - Kate never would have suspected that he was packing so much meat.

Nygma let out a breathless laugh. Kate turned her eyes upward, just in time to catch how pleased he looked. Once again, his smirk made her want to beat him black and blue. And once again, Kate stifled those urges.

"I don't believe in superstitions like luck or karma." The scrawny creep finally said. He took his length by the base, his smile growing as he lightly slapped the wet tool against Kate's cheek. She fumed, but took the degradation without a word. "But I have to admit, there is a nice balance here. What I lack in brute strength, I make up for with other gifts."

Eddie began to stroke himself, aiming his manhood right at Kate's face. The light shone upon his glasses lenses, hiding his eyes behind screens of white. But his smile, Kate could see that just fine. And so too could she see his churning balls. The finale was coming. Rapidly.

"My sharp mind kept me sane through adolescence. But this…?" Nygma continued, breathing faster - matching the pace of his quick strokes. "This helped make high school bearable."

 Kate closed her eyes, expecting to take a hot load to the face. But then she felt Nygma's hand upon her head. He tugged her down… and her mouth was quickly filled with cock again. Her eyes shot open in fury - just in time to see Nygma's face twist in ecstasy.

The Batwoman spat a curse, but it was muffled by the fat cock stuffed in her mouth. And the vibrations of her voice just happened to be the last thing needed to send the man over the edge. Nygma let his head fall back, groaning loudly as his balls tightened and ecstasy erupted from his core. A split-second later, Kate received the distasteful reward for her dutiful service.

She shuddered, groaning as warm, thick, sticky cum shot down the length of Nygma's cock, spurting onto her waiting tongue. One rope, then two, then three, then more. To Kate's dismay, Nygma's loads were as impressive as his manhood. He filled her mouth with hot, salty seed.

Reluctantly - shamefully - Kate swallowed it all down. Eddie had made it clear before that didn't want her to leave a mess. 

No matter that his apartment already looks like a shithole…

Nygma took her head in both hands, sighing. He forced his cock deeper, settling it nice and firm in her mouth. Kate's insides twisted in shame, revulsion. He had turned her, the Batwoman, into a cock-holster. More spurts of cum came, splashing against the back of her mouth. Kate forced herself to swallow those down as well. She closed her eyes, resigned. But still Nygma's voice came, mocking.

"That's it. Get your fill. Clean it all up…" He demanded in a tired voice, rocking his hips for slow thrusts into her mouth. "And then I'll help you with my copycat."