In the dim glow of the Batcave, Bruce Wayne adjusted his modified utility belt, the weight a familiar anchor against the storm in his mind. Bane's betrayal still echoed in his spine, that shattering crack from a year ago. Then Earth-55's Wonder Woman—her fingers snapping his wrist like kindling, ribs splintering under her unyielding grip. He had obsessed over her since childhood, devouring tales of the Amazon who stormed man's world in WWII. A goddess. And he? A broken mortal destined for a forgotten alley, like his parents.
The alarms were silent; he'd disabled them, anticipating her. She wanted him as her mate—Amazon law demanded combat, his acknowledgment. Foolish. He would win, save her from this mistake.
The shadows parted. Diana strode in, lasso coiled at her hip, armor gleaming like judgment. "Bruce. Still brooding in your cave like a wounded bat? I expected more from the man who stalks my legends."
He emerged, voice low and edged. "Diana. Breaking into my domain? Your traditions don't bind me. I'm no prize for a goddess to claim."
"Claim?" She laughed, sharp as a blade. "You worship me from afar, yet doubt your worth. Pathetic. Fight me, mortal. Acknowledge, or bleed."
They clashed. Her fist met his guard, witty barbs flying like strikes. "Your back's mended, but your heart's still fractured—afraid I'll break more than bones?" she taunted, flipping him with effortless strength.
"Afraid you'll regret choosing a man who can't match a god," he countered, dodging, landing a blow that only fueled her fire. Sweat beaded on her skin as she pinned him, her ass grinding against his growing hardness. He felt her heat, her pussy already wet and dripping through the thin fabric.
"Horny for defeat?" she whispered, strong hands tearing at his suit. "Acknowledge me, Batman. Or shall I take my due?" Her mouth descended, delivering a fierce blowjob that left him panting, cock throbbing hard in her grip. She rode the power, not yielding an inch.
Grappling turned carnal; she mounted him, ass flexing as she took his cock deep, pussy clenching wet and dripping. They came together in explosive rhythm—him filling her with cum, both sweating and panting in raw acknowledgment. The goddess had won.
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