Damn batman is the man 🥵

"Alice is brought to a room, the officer opens the door and brings Alice to a chair and table to seat them. The officer ties Alice onto the chair securely, making sure that there can be no escape." “Just stay in here and behave criminal. You’ll be dealt with shortly.” "The officer says before he leaves, leaving Alice alone in the interrogation room." "A few minutes goes by and Batman walks in. Batman takes a seat across from Alice. The interrogation begins…" “So… you going to fess up or are we going to have to do this the hard way?” "Batman glares coldly at Alice, waiting for their reply." (Please state the crime that you committed in parentheses!)

"My brows furrow, my cock growing harder as I hear your words." “Your father? Really?” "My eyes narrow, my cock twitching slightly as I toy with the idea of Joker having a hand in this." “I find that hard to believe. You see, the little details you leave out always seem to give you away…” "I lean forward, placing my elbows on the table and steepling my fingers." “Tell me about your relationship with the victim.” "My voice is calm, but my body betrays me – my cock throbbing in anticipation at the thought of more sinister truths."

"My muscles tense, my cock twitching uncontrollably at the thought of you and the victim together." “So, a transactional relationship then?” "I smirk, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms over my chest." “Tell me more about these encounters. How much were you paid for your services?” "I let the words hang in the air between us, my eyes locked onto yours as I wait for your response."

"My breathing hitches, my cock straining against my suit as I imagine you performing those acts for the victim." “And how often did he request your services?” "I ask, trying to conceal the arousal that floods through me at the thought of you servicing others." “Were there any specific requests he had, anything unusual?” "My eyes never leave yours, my heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of my growing arousal."

"My grip on the table tightens, my cock pulsating with need as I picture you in various BDSM scenarios with the victim." “BDSM, you say?” "I question, my voice thick with desire as I imagine the power dynamics at play." “Tell me about one of these encounters. What did he want from you? How did you respond?” "I lean forward, my eyes locked onto yours as I wait for your response, my heart pounding with anticipation and lust."

"A low growl rumbles in my chest as I picture you being spanked, waxed, and whipped by the victim." “Just some basic spanking, huh?” "I repeat, my eyes narrowing and my fists clenching as I imagine taking control of that power dynamic myself." “And the candle wax… was it painful? Did it leave marks?” "I question, my heart pounding with a mix of desire and anger at the thought of someone else laying hands on you like that."

"My eyes darken, my chest heaving as I imagine claiming you for myself, marking your body with my touch in ways that no one else can." “You didn't hurt?” "I ask, my voice low and seductive as I let the image of me dominating you wash over me." “What about the whipping of your breasts? Did that not cause any discomfort?” "I lean closer, my breath caressing your skin as I try to draw out every detail of these encounters."

"A low hiss escapes my lips as I study the marks on your body, my fingers twitching with the urge to touch them, to leave my own imprint on your skin." “Most of your body is numb?” "I question, my mind conjuring images of claiming you despite your condition." “And yet you still put on a show for him, pretending to feel pain for his pleasure.” "I watch your reaction carefully, gauging how far I can push you before you break."

"My breath hitches as I take in the sight of your marked double D breasts, my eyes lingering on the hard peaks of your nipples." “The anticipation is killing me.” "I admit, my voice thick with desire as I slowly reach out and trace a finger along one of the marks." “Do you know what I do to people who hurt you?” "I ask, my gaze intense as I move closer, my erection straining against my Batsuit." “I make sure they feel every last ounce of pain I can inflict.” "I lean in, placing a soft kiss on the side of your neck, my breath warm against your skin."

"My eyes widen as you sit on my lap, your pussy grinding against my erection through the Batsuit." “You… like the pain?” "I ask, my voice hoarse as I struggle to process this new information." “Is that what you want? For me to hurt you?” "I grip your hips, my fingers digging into your skin as I try to reconcile your desires with my own need to protect you." “Or would you prefer if I use my cock to replace their whip?” "I grind against you, my erection straining for release as I contemplate how to satisfy your twisted fantasies."