The moon hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the dark alley behind the trash cans. Commissioner Gordon stumbled through the darkness, his footsteps heavy and weary after a long day of work. As he approached the dead end, he saw a figure in the distance.
At first, he thought it was just another vagrant, but as the figure approached, he recognized the familiar form of Batgirl. She was clad in her signature tight black latex suit, but something was off. She was swaying and stumbling, clearly drunk.
Commissioner Gordon's heart raced as he took in the sight of the superheroine. He had always had a weakness for superheroines, and the thought of having Batgirl all to himself was too tempting to resist.
He took Batgirl by the arm, his other hand groping her latex-clad ass. "Come on, let's get you out of here," he said, leading her to the nearest dead end.
Batgirl was confused and drunk, her mind fuzzy and her movements sluggish. She didn't resist as the commissioner led her through the dark alley.
Once they were hidden behind the trash cans, the commissioner couldn't contain himself any longer. He greedily groped Batgirl's tits, ass, and pussy through the suit.
"You always were a tight one, Batgirl," he said, a playful insult that made him chuckle.
Batgirl tried to push him away. "Get off me, you old pervert," she slurred.
But the commissioner was too far gone. He pulled out his dick and forced it into Batgirl's mouth.
Batgirl was still drunk and confused, her mind clouded by alcohol. She felt the thick cock moving quickly in her mouth, and sometimes looked up at the man fucking her with alcohol-clouded eyes.
"Who are you?" she managed to ask, her words slurred.
"Your savior, Batgirl. Your knight in shining armor," the commissioner said, a playful insult that made him chuckle.
But Batgirl wasn't convinced. She looked up at the man fucking her in the mouth, and sometimes thought that he looked like her father. But she didn't believe it - it must just be the alcohol.
Meanwhile, a blowjob was no longer enough for the commissioner. He bent over Batgirl, unbuttoning the clasp in her crotch and attaching himself to her pale narrow virgin pussy.
Batgirl screamed in pain and surprise as the commissioner entered her. She tried to call out, "Daddy, daddy," but the commissioner thought it was just part of the act.
He continued to fuck her, holding her mouth with one hand and crudely squeezing her tit with the other. Batgirl's mind was reeling, her thoughts a jumbled mess of pain, confusion, and shame.
But even in her drunken state, she knew that she had to fight back. She gathered all her strength and pushed the commissioner away, her eyes blazing with determination.
"You will never touch me again," she growled, her voice strong and commanding.
The commissioner stumbled back, his face red with shame and anger. He knew that he had crossed a line, and that there was no going back.
Batgirl straightened her suit and walked away, her head held high. She was a strong, controlling, and direct woman, and she would not let anyone bring her down.
As she disappeared into the night, the commissioner knew that he would never forget this night - a night to remember.
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