Batman and Wonder Woman Get It On

By Josephine

Inspired by the Batman and Wonder Woman romances on this site, this is the erotic adventures of my two favorite comic book characters based on in-continuity tales and my own Elseworlds tales.

Watching in the Watchtower

"Ready," Diana said, and attacked.

Batman jumped back, evading her blows, all the while talking to Oracle on his Batcom.

"Those paint chips are from a 1964 1/2 Ford Mustang convertible, and it was used last week to pick up food in the Taco Whiz drive-thru, if the grease fumes imbedded in the primer are any indication. Therefore, it must belong to Two Face. Have Nightwing go get him."

Diana couldn't help but admire the quickness of Batman's mind; he'd figured out that mystery in less than a minute.

"Your brain is so big, Batman," she said, and tried to knock his feet out from under him. He didn't know it, but big brains turned her on.

"So are your ...bracelets, Wonder Woman," Batman replied, then switched his Batcom to talk to Lucius. "Hello, Lucius!" He dodged Diana's kick. "Yeah, I'm just here with Diney-hiney, playing a little footsie. Ha ha."

Diana narrowed her eyes. He was ignoring her so easily, and it frustrated her. She used her lasso to make him fall on his back, then jumped onto him, straddling his hips.

"Yield," she said, and wiggled a little.

"Not a chance," he said, trying to buck her off.

She licked her lips suggestively, but inside she was seething. Here she was, with the beauty of Aphrodite, riding him like a stallion, and his cock didn't even twitch.

Their beepers sounded. Diana smiled. Good. The delay would give her time to plan a way to seduce Batman, and his giant brain.

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Bruce turned on his monitors, told himself he was just gathering information for his new protocols, and switched to the cameras in Diana's room. He had hidden a camera behind a mirror in her room, in the eye of a statue of Venus, a bathroom light fixture, a wall sconce, and a couple of other places. One never knew where an Amazon would reveal her secrets.

Now, she was revealing them in front of the mirror. Naked, examining herself minutely.

She was sexy as hell, and he was glad that during their earlier training exercise he had worn his kevlar jockstrap. It had hurt like a mother when he'd gotten hard, but it had let him maintain a facade of indifference toward her bounteous beauty.

Now, in the cave, gazing at her surreptitiously, he didn't have to hide his erection. The enormity of it tented his tights, as if inviting in little boy scouts.

He moaned when she took her breasts into her hands, massaging them, watching herself in the mirror. She pinched and plucked her nipples, then her left hand drifted down to the soft down between her thighs. Then she spoke, and Batman was glad he had installed microphones as well as cameras all over her quarters.

"Oooh, Batman, you feel so good," she said, and Bruce briefly wondered if she knew he was watching, but then decided against it. He was just too good at being secretive to be found out. After all, he managed to hide his real identity from those closest to him for...well, they knew now, but he had hidden it a long, long time. No one except the JLA'ers, the Titans, a couple of senior citizens, his comrades, and some of his enemies knew who he was.

Diana was still speaking and rubbing herself. "Oh, Batman, I just want you to take that big, beautiful brain and fuck me with it."

Bruce tried to think about that scenario, then decided that it would be too painful to attempt. He sighed deeply, realizing that if she just wanted his brain, she could never have him. He reached forward to shut off the monitors when she turned to a drawer and pulled out an enormous dildo.

This should be interesting, he thought, and thanked nothing that he'd had the foresight to install the cameras.

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Diana glanced down at herself, satisfied with her preparations--or lack thereof. She had decided to wear nothing to her weekly training session with Batman, except her boots, tiara, bracelets and lasso. It was, she had been assured by the fanboys on the internet, their most frequent wet dream to see her so attired. She only hoped that Batman had fanboy tendencies as well.

"You're missing your uniform," Bruce said upon entering the gymnasium.

"Ancient Greeks used to exercise naked," Diana said blithely. "I've decided to return to my roots."

"I suppose that those can be thought of as weapons." He pointed to her chest.

She swayed from side to side. "You think so?"

"Let's get started."

He was happy to have given her the idea to use her breasts as weapons when she endeavored to whack him with them, over and over. He didn't try very hard to get out of her way, in any case. She won their match easily, once again straddling him, but this time straddling his head.

Diana felt his breath on her nether regions. Now he will lick my little bud of desire, just like I've read about in those Harlequins. She had studied the romances when she had been desirous of knowing about sex in Man's World, and found herself quickly addicted to the little novels. And he will tell me that I taste like the finest nectar, and would like to sip from me for eternity.

"Your pussy is soaking wet," he said, his voice somehow unmuffled though his face was trapped between her thighs. Diana found that she liked the way he put it better than the romance novels did.

He flipped her over then, and tongued and licked and fingered and twirled until she screamed, caught up in the strongest, most powerful orgasm a woman on Earth has ever experienced.

"Wow," she said.

"Pretty good, huh?" Batman had learned the technique in the bowels of the temple of Kama Sutra, while taking a break during his endless study of the art of cracked-heads.

"Well," Diana said, "on Themyscira, they are incredible, since all there is is women..." She noted his expression and hastily added, "but that was the best orgasm any woman on Earth ever experienced."

"I'm the best at what I do," Bruce said. "Let's go to your quarters and I'll show you what else I'm good at."

"Okay," she said. "I'm enamored of your body, by the way. So tight and delicious." No more brain loving for her. She knew where her priorities lay now.

Batman grinned. Wearing underwear over tights always made girls have that reaction.

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In the cave, Alfred glanced at the monitors and smiled. It looked like his boy was finally getting some--and with such a fine woman. Thank God, Alfred thought, that it is with a WOMAN.