The hallucicinations faded until only Batgirl remained. Her red hair cascaded down her back like waterfalls as she gazed at batman with lustful, piercing blue eyes.
Batman shook his head in a desperate attempt to shake off the effects of the gas. "This isn't real, this isn't real!" He muttered to himself.
Batgirl slowly walked over to him and took him by the chin. "Oh it's real Bruce. Let me prove it to you." She smirked, launching a knee into his groin. Bruce gasped and stumbled backward, feeling a very real pain. "You don't know how good it feels to make you suffer," she said with a sadistic grin.
"Barbara please-"
"No!" She interjected with a roundhouse kick to batman's face. He landed on his back, groaning in pain. "You're pathetic. Unfit to be Gotham's protector. I'll make sure this city never has to put up with you again, but not before I get what I want." She spoke as she walked over to batman, straddling him. Her lithe figure waved back and forth and she grinded on batman's crotch. "And what I want is to watch the life slowly fade from your eyes." She said in a low voice. Her delicate hands formed a tight grip around batman's throat as she continued.
Batman couldn't believe how real this was to him. He felt everything. Batgirl's friction as she grinded on his crotch, the warmth of her body against his, the sound of her soft moans filling the air, and the grip of her hands on his throat.
"Is that really all you have Bruce? I thought you'd struggle a little more than this," she mocked, snickering at Batman's weak attempts to buck her off.
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