Chapter 1: The Batcave Claim
Batman crouched in the gloom of the Batcave, his modified belt snug against his hips, the black suit clinging like a second skin for swift movement. Bane's betrayal still echoed in his bones—the snap of his spine a year ago—and that alternate Wonder Woman on Earth-55, her fingers crushing his wrist like kindling while ribs cracked under her boot. He had obsessed over Diana since boyhood, devouring tales of her WWII exploits, a goddess among mortals. She was too good for him, a divine force he secretly worshipped from afar. Yet tonight, per Amazon law, she would claim him as mate only if he fell in combat and acknowledged her. He knew best: he had to win, to spare her the mistake of binding to a broken man destined to die alone in Gotham's alleys, like his parents.
The alarms stayed silent—she was expected. He centered himself with a breath, turning as her silhouette emerged, lasso gleaming, armor hugging every curve.
"Bruce," Diana purred, voice like thunder wrapped in silk, "you've been brooding again. Thinking you can deny a goddess her due?"
"Diana," he shot back, sharp and wry, circling her, "tradition or not, I'm not some prize to be conquered. Last time we danced across worlds, you nearly ended me. What's different now?"
She laughed, strong and unyielding, lunging with a kick that grazed his ribs. "Different? I want you, Batman. All of you. Defeat me? Unlikely. But fight well, and perhaps I'll let that mortal ego stroke my... curiosity."
They clashed—fists, grapples, her strength pinning him momentarily against the cave wall. Sweat beaded on his brow as her body pressed close, her ass grinding against his growing hardness. "Feel that, Bruce?" she teased, witty edge in her tone, "your cock's betraying you already. Hard for the woman who broke your bones before."
"You're making this personal," he grunted, flipping her with a belt gadget, but she countered, straddling his hips, her pussy hot and wet through the fabric, dripping with intent. "Personal? It's destiny. Acknowledge me, or I'll make you beg."
Panting, horny from the fray, she tore at his suit, her hands exploring as he resisted yet yielded. "No submission from me, Amazon," he quipped, but her lips descended, delivering a fierce blowjob that left him sweating, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She rose, strong thighs locking him, guiding him into her dripping pussy as they fucked with explosive rhythm—her ass bouncing, him coming hard inside her while she came with a triumphant cry, cum mixing in the shadows. "You're mine now, Bruce. Say it."
He panted, acknowledging at last, the fight won by her will alone.
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