Batman's Apprentice (closed)

[BarefootNikki]

Jess looked up into the night sky and saw the Bat-sign light up Gotham City once more. Four times this week; well, it was to be expected, given the mass breakout from Arkham. The TV news was doing rolling coverage, claiming that every hood in the city, from the lowest thief to the Joker himself, was loose on the streets. Not that Jess had ever seen one of these supposed super-villains, or, for that matter, any of the Bat Family. She got plenty of low life in the Bar, where six days and nights a week she served cheap drinks whilst customers ogled her bare breasts. Why couldn't she meet a guy like Bruce Wayne? Then she wouldn't have to worry about a buck an hour extra for working topless, or blowing her landlord twice a month to make her rent.

Jess lost herself in a fantasy of becoming the next Mrs Wayne, of ten thousand dollar dresses and champagne receptions, of swimming naked in the house pool and deciding which diamond necklace to wear. She wondered idly what Batman did for sex, if anything. He probably met lots of girls who were incredibly grateful to be saved from muggers, rapists and the like. Why couldn't that happen to her? She was hot, and, she flattered herself, a great fuck, but stuck in this neighbourhood without a tick on an exam paper to her name, well, what did that matter?

Jess rounded the corner of her street, which only had one working lamp. She saw that, on the floor above her apartment, old Mr Norwood was still up. Only a few days until his slimy little cock was in her mouth again, just to get fifty bucks of the rent. What a life. All of a sudden, Jess heard a scuffling in the shadows. A rat, most likely; they weren't exactly unknown in this part of town. She looked down to avoid the creature, and when she looked up, her path was blocked.

Looming in front of her was the figure of a man, muscles bulging, silhouette almost indistinguishable from the black night around him. On his head was the unmistakable black cowl that was so famous across the city.

“Holy fuck,” said Jess.

“Hello, Jessica,” said Batman.

 

[Gabe619]

Bruce had a hard time finding her. Even the greatest detective in the world can sometimes come up with nothing if a girl doesn't have the money for the latest gadgets or online persona. Finally he had lucked out when breaking up a robbery a few streets over from her place of work one night he had been sitting atop the roof of the building waiting for the Police to arrive when he saw her leave to walk home. It had been years since he saw her last, she had been a little girl back then, running around the offices at Wayne Tower while her father, one of Bruce's closest friends, was at work. Upon his death bed a few years later as Jess had hit her late teens, her dad had asked him to watch out for his daughter and Bruce had promised he would. However after the funeral the girl had upped and left, vanished and it had taken him till now to find her. With the life his alter ego led he didn't have the time to spare sometimes to do the things he would much rather be doing. But now he was he, staring at her in this dark, dingy street and he realised ... she was gorgeous. What was she now, early twenties, mid-twenties? And what was she going to do when he showed her who he was. He had played with the notion of approaching her as Bruce Wayne, but he knew his image in Gotham. Rich, playboy with doubtful moral despite his charitable work. But everyone either loved, or hated Batman, and those who hated him only did so because they feared him. Besides ... he looked fucking hot in his outfit of skintight spandex, nano-armour reinforced bodyglove. It could stop a bullet or a knife and yet was flexible and easy to move in, like fighting in a spandex running outfit.

"Hello Jessica." He said as she stopped short seeing him appear before her. "It's been a long time."

He glanced around, no one was nearby, no one should be able to see them, but he couldn't take risks. If she turned down his proposal and went back to her normal life and someone had seen them speaking she could be in danger. Quickly he stepped up to her, wrapped one muscular arm around her slim waist and aimed his grappling gun skyward and fired. The grapnel flew quickly and found a rooftop and with the press of a button Bruce and Jess flew into the air and landed on a rooftop opposite. He reluctantly let her go, having liked how her body felt against his own and stepped back to look at her.

"You've come a long way since those times you used to run into my office asking to play horsey while your dad worked on my finances." He stated with a smile, not trying to disguise his voice. "I've missed you, Jessica, and I've missed your father. I'm sorry to drop in on you like this ... but I've found that breaking huge news to people quickly can go over better." he pulled his cowl off his head showing her his face. "I'm Batman, and I made a promise to your father a long time ago. I promised him I would protect you, take care of you, supply you with anything you needed." He looked back down at the street below and shook his head. "Your dad would be so sad to see you living like this ... so I have a deal for you. You now know who I am, but I trust you so I know you won't tell anyone. I want you to come live at the mansion with me. You can do whatever you wish then, I can find you a job at Wayne Enterprises if you want, or help you anyway you wish. I know this is a lot to take in ... but Jess, I want you to come live with me."

 

[BarefootNikki]

“What the fuck?”

Jess was not having an easy time. OK, so now she thought about it, she did recall, dimly, those days at Wayne Towers. Days when her father had indulged her every whim, and she had charged around the vast building as if she owned it. Back then, her father had only half-joked that she would grow up to be Bruce’s head of tech, or CEO; long before she failed all her exams, spent her late teens in a haze of drugs and guys, and ended up taking off her clothes in a seedy bar for a living.

Still, perhaps her father, estranged though they were, had still thought about her? What else could have prompted this astonishing intervention in her humdrum existence? She had never expected to see Bruce Wayne again; indeed, she had essentially forgotten that she had ever spent time with him at all. Yet here he was, standing before her, on a rooftop above the city, wearing black armour that still couldn't conceal the fact that he had developed a massive hard on when her breasts pushed into his chest, as he clung on to her backside as they swung up to their current perch.

About that armour. It made sense really; she'd never quite believed the playboy image, and it was a terrific cover. In his more private moments, Bruce had always, she recalled, been a more somber, thoughtful man than his reputation suggested. Still - he was fucking Batman! This was some totally serious shit, and Jess didn't really know where to go with it. She could relieve him of his hard on, there and then, but on this rare occasion, she decided that patience would be a virtue in that regard.

“So you want me - me, Jess - to come live with you and you'll give me a job and shit?”

He nodded. Clearly the strong, silent type. Well, fuck you, thought Jess, I'm not looking a gift horse in the mouth.

“OK, so here's the deal. I get my own room, my own en suite bathroom, and if I catch you staring at my ass or down my top, I'm out of there.”

She tried her best to strike a feisty pose, and was disconcerted to see a grin form at the edge of his lips.

“Er, so, yeah. No funny business, Bat-dude. I'm not going to work for you either. I'm not exactly Wayne Tech material. You know what? You can train me up, and I'll be on your crime-fighting team. What do you say?”

Jess jumped backwards, trying to effect a karate pose, but her feet slipped and she fell over in a heap, legs in the air, arms flailing to keep her balance in the roof.

“OK, so I've got a lot of work to do,” she said, brushing grime from her trousers as she struggled to her feet, “but you weren't born swinging up buildings either. Let's see how good a teacher you really are!”

 

[Gabe619]

He tried not to laugh at her bravado. She was obviously taken off guard, as anyone would be, but if she thought he wouldn't be checking her out then she was as thick as her school test scores said she was. However he owed her father a lot, so he would try to behave, for now at least. So he helped her up and waited as she dusted herself off and considered her terms. The room and board were obviously no problem as Wayne Manor had a dozen bedrooms all with ensuite. But training her up to be a crime fighter ...? He looked her over. She seemed to have the physical build, she was toned, slim, muscular in the right places probably from lifting beers all night at the bar and fending off groping hands. And she definitely had the attitude. She had potential he decided.

"I agree to all your terms, Jess. You come live with me, you get your own room and bathroom and I'll train you up ... but these are my counter terms ... if I decide you can't make the grade then you don't go out to fight crime, I can't have you getting hurt or killed, not when I promised your father I'd protect you. So ... deal?"

He stood, hands on hips, then pulled his cowl back over his face. Alone with her on this rooftop late at night he couldn't help remembering the little girl she had been. Now she was this gorgeous sex bomb who was hardly the sharpest tool in the box and yet ... maybe that would be a plus. If she was as easy to lead as he thought she might be then perhaps she could, if nothing else, be a distraction for his enemies allowing him to take them down while they ogled her.

Getting her reply he again grabbed her around the waist, this time letting his hardon bulge brush over her tight ass as he swung them down to where he had left the Batmobile. Quickly unlocking it he jumped in, waited for her to get in and belt up, then fired the engines and sped off toward the Batcave.

"So, do you have a boyfriend ... anyone you need to contact about your change in status, Jess? Any items you need from your apartment?" He asked as he drove through the night unable to ignore how close she was to him, her body heat warming his skin even through the suit.

 

[BarefootNikki]

In the warmth of the Batmobile, there was only one thing Jess wanted to do. Somehow unfasten that suit, and get her mouth around Bruce's unfeasibly stiff cock. She held back; she had always been the dumb, easy bimbo. This time, she would be the dumb, hard-to-get bimbo. Still, it didn't mean she couldn't tease him a little.

“No boyfriend,” she said, with as much innocence as she could muster. “We can stop by my place tomorrow, I'll need to get some underwear, at least. You wouldn't want me walking around without my bra and knickers on, would you?”

Getting no reaction, she continued.

“I've got to get my favourite nightie, too. It's silk, lovely and smooth. I guess tonight I'll just have to sleep naked.”

Bruce was keeping his eyes firmly focussed on the road.

“I'm serious, though, about being a crime fighter. I mean, I'm willing to train and stuff like that. You should see me in my yoga class, my teacher says I'm the most flexible woman she's ever known. Able to adopt positions most people can only dream of, that's what she said. I can pull my legs way back over my head, Bruce; I'll have to show you sometime.”

The stiffening was now stretching even the armour plated material, much to Jess’s delight.

“I want a nickname, and a costume, you know, for crime fighting. Something really revealing; if you can show off your muscles, I should be able to show off what I've got, too.”

She stretched her long legs out into the well, and artlessly massaged her breasts.

“Oh, and I know you're being all gentlemanly about me being ready, but I'm a really big girl now, you know. I want to get out there as soon as possible, and if a bad guy does get the better of me,” she leaned in close, and whispered into his ear “then I'm ready to take my punishment.”

 

[Gabe619]

Batman was all about focus, restraint, he could pummel a criminal into an inch of his life and know when to stop. He prided himself on being able to think clearly in any circumstances ... but fuck this girl was testing him severely right now. he knew she was doing it deliberately and that only made it hotter. He had girls come onto him before as Batman, they all seemed to love the suit, but Jess hitting all the right buttons in him and he could feel his cock at full stiffness now, tenting his costume uncomfortably. But he made no move to hide it or dissuade her words. Let her tease, he was enjoying it, plus she was obviously enjoying seeing how big he was and he was proud of his cock so again, why not.

"I'll have Alfred go to your apartment and pick up your things tomorrow." He said gruffly as they shot into the Batcave and he brought the Batmobile to a sudden stop.

He jumped out as soon as the doors opened and stood in the shadow watching her slip from the car. He had his cape over the front of him now hiding his erection from her.

"Follow me." He commanded and turned and walked off through the dark, wet, cool of the cave lit by huge lights up in the ceiling. He led her through the cave and into a room which held many different styles of costume in glass cases on the walls. "These are costumes that either me or those who fought with me over the years haven't worn. Most were prototypes ... those were designed for Batgirl." He pointed at a few costumes than ran from micro mini skirted tight topped to skintight all over spandex looking costumes. All had knee length stiletto heeled boots and one even had thigh high boots. "You can pick one of them or chop and change as you wish ... or if none meet your ... requirements design something of your own and let me have it and I'll see its made for you."

With that he turned and again led her through the cave to a locker room. He started to peel the Batman outfits from him, the few pieces of armor plate detaching allowing the skintight nanoweave body suit to be slipped off leaving him in just tight black boxers. he made no move to hide himself from here, if she could tease then so could he and it was obvious from the huge tent in his boxers the effect she had on him. But he pulled on some sweat pants and a tshirt and with a smile led her to a lift. Once inside he hit the up button and finally the doors opened to show Alfred waiting with a smile.

"Miss. Jess I presume ... so nice to meet you at last. I am Alfred, the butler, if you need anything, anything at all just let me know." He glanced at Bruce then back as Jess. "Would you like to see your room now?"

Even though he was old enough to be her grandfather, Alfred couldn't help admiring the young girls body. He was a man after all and age didn't dull the libido quite as badly as some people thought.

"Give her anything she want's Alfred. I need to talk to Jim Gordon." Bruce stated turning to smile at Jess. "Sleep well, Jess." With that he turned and walked away.

 

[BarefootNikki]

Jess was not happy. Fuck you, indoor pool, she thought, as she followed Alfred through the labyrinth of the Wayne home, deliberately underwhelmed by the opulence. Fuck you, row of authentic Picasso! Fuck you, direct elevator to the helipad!

Jess was not in the least accustomed to rejection, and Bruce taking his straining cock off to some other part of the building had seriously pissed her off. Of course, she herself had teased him all night, but that was her prerogative. She'd expected him to be forcing his bat-cock between her toys the minute they got back, whether she wanted it or not. Instead, she was trotting along some old corridor whilst an ancient butler dude droned on about the furniture being from Napoleon’s private collection. Perhaps she could suck the butler, just to get back at Bruce. The old guy looked like he'd welcome it, he hadn't taken his eyes off her chest since they met.

Jess knew that she was being childish, but she couldn't help it. She was constantly rejected when it came to jobs, or anything that required a modicum of intelligence; so to lose the power of her body, too, was a blow. Well, damn, she was going to turn herself into a woman the entirety of the city wanted to get their hands on.

“You can tell your boss that I've decided on my costume,” she said. “I want a strapless boob top; bare shoulders, bare midriff. I want the teeniest, tiniest panties that he's got, we clear? I want them to look like they're painted onto my ass, and they'd better not go more than a millimetre down my leg. Then I want two footwear options. First, those thigh high boots that I saw, and second, some strappy high heels. I guess some weaponry, too. But tell Bruce that, unlike him, if I get a big weapon in my pants, I'll be prepared to use it.”

She marched into the vast bedroom, surveying it as if accustomed to such luxury, rather than being fresh from a tiny, damp bedsit. She kicked off her shoes, and jumped onto the bed.

“I'm going to have a shower,” she announced, finding that barking out orders was very much to her liking. “You can get me a bottle of Bruce’s best champagne for when I'm finished, and a big, thick dressing gown.”

When the butler had departed, Jess stripped off her clothes, and ran the enormous shower. She stood naked in front of the mirror as it started to lightly steam up, and grinned.

“You know, Bruce, with all your tech, it wouldn't surprise me if you've got a camera in this thing,” she said. “Well, if you have, let me show you what you're missing.”

She slowly licked her right middle finger, sucking it, taking it entirely in her mouth. Then, she moved it down between her fat breasts, over her tummy, and between her legs.

“Oops,” she said, as the finger began to part the small patch of brown hair. “Seems like it's too steamy for you to see. Frustrating, isn't it? Sleep well, Bats.”

 

[Gabe619]

The next morning, Bruce and Alfred were up early as usual. The Butler telling him what outfit Jess had decided on. Bruce raised an eyebrow and laughed. It wasn't going to take long to throw that together as there wasn't exactly much of it, but he told Alfred to do as the girl had stated and sat down to breakfast. He was wearing spandex jogging shorts and a tight white tshirt that showed off his body to perfection and as he ate his cereal he thought back to last night. He hadn't been watching Jess in her room because he didn't have CCTV in private guest rooms ... but he had jerked off thinking about the girl. He had been unable to stop himself. Friends daughter or not she was sex on legs and she had turned him on so much the second he had got to his room he had slipped his thick long dick out and began to jerk it fast. He cum hard, one of the best he had had recently and slept very well indeed. Unknown to him Alfred had done exactly the same thing after being with the girl showing her her room and all. He hadn't been able to stop thinking of her gorgeous breasts and although older he was still a man and for his age was in great condition. Jess would never know the effect she had on the two males in the mansion, but maybe she would have been proud of what her body did to them.

Alfred returned later with the outfit, the boob tube, the micro panties and the thigh high stiletto boots. The top and underwear were of the same nano-armour material Batman's costume was made of, although you couldn't tell from how thin they were. Even though the panties were obviously underwear and that wasn't usually something you would armour, he had made sure all the clothing he had, and his companions had was made from it. Safety first, right.

"Take it up to her room, Alfred ... see if she is awake yet."

Alfred nodded and walked upstairs, part of his mind wondering if he would catch the girl naked and kinda hoping he would, but the part of him that was the professional railed against that saying he shouldn't have such thoughts. He just grinned and shrugged to himself. What would be would be. He knocked on her door and not getting a reply slowly opened it and stuck his head in.

"Miss. Jess?"

 

[BarefootNikki]

Jess had slept better than she'd ever thought possible. Enveloped in sheets of the highest quality, and without the clattering of subway trains and thumping sounds of enthusiastic masturbation from her landlord in the apartment above, she had been out like a light for eight hours.

Jess was not one to be philosophical- she certainly would never try to spell it - and so she accepted her sudden change in circumstances with equanimity. She would call the bar today and give them her resignation, and the butler had promised to stop by her apartment and get her stuff. There was little in her old life that she felt any degree of sentimentality towards. Penny, another barmaid-cum-stripper, was her only real friend, and Jess grinned as she imagined taking the cynical, pale goth girl around Bruce Wayne’s mansion.

She thought back to Bruce’s promise to train her up as a crime fighter, and she smiled when she thought of the skimpy costume she had chosen. She couldn't wait for the Joker, Penguin, Bane and the rest to try to concentrate on criminality when faced with her in an outfit like that.

Jess heard a knock at the door, and Alfred enquiring after her. Feeling cheerful, she decided to spread the happiness a little, and give the old man a treat. Slipping out of bed, she opened the door in the nude.

“Hey, Alfred,” she said, enjoying watching his eyes pop out of his head. From the movement in his trousers, he was clearly still more than capable of action in that department, too.

“All my stuff is still at my apartment,” she shrugged, turning back into the room so that he could have a view of her bare buttocks, “so I can't really get dressed until you've collected it. Perhaps you could ask Mr Bruce if he'd prefer to breakfast alone, or if I should come up in the nude?”

 

[Gabe619]

"Well, um ... yes, here ... here's your new costume Miss." Alfred gulped placing it on her bed as he admired her naked body. God her ass was perfect he thought and he could tell she was deliberately showing it off so he didn't try to to hide his powerful erection tenting his pants. "I'm sure Master Bruce wouldn't mind which ever you chose, Miss. Jess. But there are clothes in these wardrobes of past female ... acquaintances. I am sure some would fit."

He moved up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders. He was close enough his cock bulge touched her glorious backside. His fingers started to massage her shoulders expertly.

"If you need me for anything else ... anything at all, please, just ask." He almost whispered, his lust for her starting to get the better of him.

It wouldn't be the first time he fucked one of Master Bruce's sidekicks. Batgirl and he had many fun encounters around the mansion in her time. But he wondered if he should push it with Jess right now as she was so new to the place and despite her obvious confidence and attitude if he scared her off Bruce would not be happy.