Drakkwall
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My name is Bruce Gordon, I am the son of the police chief of Gotham City, well son of his wife Julia Gordon at least, aka number one milf in Gotham City. Even though I was born from a rape on my very young mother did she still loves me, though my father still sees me with a bit of a glare most of the time, seeing how my mother gave birth to me at twelve years age, six years before he even knew her. I got a younger sister, around six years younger named barbara, hottest and smartest girl in her high school they say. I am twenty four years old, working as a fashion designer, I am bit of a cosplay maniac and since the arrival of the city's number one defender, Batwoman, around two years ago, had the cosplaying fashion exploded.
Right now I was going to a party Mayor Susan Winnings had invited my father and his family too, it was a costume party so you had to wear a costume. I had decided to go dressed up as a male version of batwoman, my well built body from years of practicing martial arts under my mother and father's orders had served well to fill out the new costume I had designed. It was a private work so nobody would know about it and nobody would recognize me in it.
I had the costume packed in a suitcase, dressed in a trench coat with a hat on my head to hide myself, and went towards the hotel were the party was going on, telling good bye to my secretary. To the city I was a good and honest working man, well i will admit I am but that's mostly because I never got the chance to ever go wild in my life, I was restricted by my father, his eyes always following me like a prisoner being watched on a courtyard, I always feel trapped I cannot even escape his surveillance when I am grown up and moved out, he has installed bugs in my house and office, constantly making up excuses like there's a criminal on the other side of the street or a suspected bombing about to happen, I call bullshit on everything.
As I stepped across the street ran a man dressed in a similar outfit as my own past the street with a suitcase, I look after him pondering why he was running, when a pair of high heel boots slam into my back and I find myself lying on my side clutching my spine groaning in pain. "W-what..."
"Stand up scum, where's the suitcase of money you stole." A woman's voice growled at me and a sharp heel jerked into my side and I groaned out, my lungs too weak to scream out in anger at the obvious vigilante who I now recognized as batwoman. "F-fuck you, y-you ditzy brained cunt, I am not a criminal, your target ran past me two minutes ago, if you got enough brain power to kick an innocent man, standing still, instead of running after the one who is running away, then I wonder why nobody has sacked your fucking cunt already!" I had never spoken to anyone liek that before... it had felt... good to let it out, even if I was still pained had iI found a bit of release by speaking it out loud.
Batwoman looks a bit startled and runs after the real crook, not even offering an apology the bitch, I groan and stagger to my feet, my suitcase had rolled beneath a truck parked by the street and I stagger over to it and reach down. But as I do a car slams into the truck and a barrel falls out of the truck and burst open as it hits the ground, spraying green liquid all around. I got hit by it on the eyes and I felt burning pain, I scream in agony, clutching my eyes and I soon lose conscious as I hear sirens and people talking.
I was taken to the hospital, and I would wake up a week later after surgery, my eyes blind from being hit by chemical waste that should have been disposed and not standing on a truck in the middle of a street. My mother and sister came and visited, I was told that Wayne Industries had fitted the bills as it was some of their stolen waste that had caused my blindness, the owner, Veronica Wayne, richest woman on the planet, had even personally apologized to my family while I was in surgery for letting the waste being stolen, if it hadn't then this would never had happened.
But it wasn't just the waste that had caused it, that fucking cunt Batwoman had caused this, I felt a wave of rage in me as I lay there blind on the bed and throw the practice book I had to memorize to know how to recognize the letters and numbers in blind texts. I then noticed as the book hit the wall how I got a full-scale view of the room, not in colors, it was all black figures with white outlines, but it was in perfect shape. I could even make out the wrinkles in the cloth on my bed and the words of ink on the book on the floor and through my stay on the hospital I learned many things about this new sensory power of mine, I had perfect third dimensional vision, my reflexes and instincts had skyrocket, my movement speed improved and I could manipulate my voice to hypnotize someone I spoke through. I did this as I could see the sound-waves everybody emitted while they spoke, this allowed me to not experience pain from loud noises as I could affect the sound-waves and lower the volume.
I had hypnotized my nurse into giving me a striptease, blowjob, titfuck and cowgirl fuck, I manipulated the vibrations of my own sound-waves and made them affect the eardrums of those who heard it, causing the sound to carry into the brain as powerful suggestions. I of course made sure she never told anyone about what she did, telling her she did it of her own desire and needs. When she informed me she was pregnant I told her bosses to let her live with me as my personal nurse aid with some manipulated sound-waves, I would of course pay her for it and her baby would be taken care of as if it was my own, which it was.
But after I was let out of the hospital I began working again, with my new powers I could work with the designs still even if I was blind, telling them of course that a skilled designer never lost his touch with a pencil even without his sight, of course I showed them how I kept my lines and curves in order with some aid tools, making them not suspicious at all. My mind was on revenge though, revenge on the so called super heroine who had rendered me blind by kicking me on the streets and leaving without even apologizing. I would show her and I would show my father that I was not someone to build a grudge with.
With my costume never revealed I began to modify it, adding armor, tools and weapons, which I ordered anonymously online through different computers, different accounts and different companies, all in bulks to not awaken suspicion. Night would soon come and Batwoman would learn that nobody ever made a grudge with Batman, visualizing how I'd claim her and turn her into my cum-bucket, begging to be filled again and again.
Right now I was going to a party Mayor Susan Winnings had invited my father and his family too, it was a costume party so you had to wear a costume. I had decided to go dressed up as a male version of batwoman, my well built body from years of practicing martial arts under my mother and father's orders had served well to fill out the new costume I had designed. It was a private work so nobody would know about it and nobody would recognize me in it.
I had the costume packed in a suitcase, dressed in a trench coat with a hat on my head to hide myself, and went towards the hotel were the party was going on, telling good bye to my secretary. To the city I was a good and honest working man, well i will admit I am but that's mostly because I never got the chance to ever go wild in my life, I was restricted by my father, his eyes always following me like a prisoner being watched on a courtyard, I always feel trapped I cannot even escape his surveillance when I am grown up and moved out, he has installed bugs in my house and office, constantly making up excuses like there's a criminal on the other side of the street or a suspected bombing about to happen, I call bullshit on everything.
As I stepped across the street ran a man dressed in a similar outfit as my own past the street with a suitcase, I look after him pondering why he was running, when a pair of high heel boots slam into my back and I find myself lying on my side clutching my spine groaning in pain. "W-what..."
"Stand up scum, where's the suitcase of money you stole." A woman's voice growled at me and a sharp heel jerked into my side and I groaned out, my lungs too weak to scream out in anger at the obvious vigilante who I now recognized as batwoman. "F-fuck you, y-you ditzy brained cunt, I am not a criminal, your target ran past me two minutes ago, if you got enough brain power to kick an innocent man, standing still, instead of running after the one who is running away, then I wonder why nobody has sacked your fucking cunt already!" I had never spoken to anyone liek that before... it had felt... good to let it out, even if I was still pained had iI found a bit of release by speaking it out loud.
Batwoman looks a bit startled and runs after the real crook, not even offering an apology the bitch, I groan and stagger to my feet, my suitcase had rolled beneath a truck parked by the street and I stagger over to it and reach down. But as I do a car slams into the truck and a barrel falls out of the truck and burst open as it hits the ground, spraying green liquid all around. I got hit by it on the eyes and I felt burning pain, I scream in agony, clutching my eyes and I soon lose conscious as I hear sirens and people talking.
I was taken to the hospital, and I would wake up a week later after surgery, my eyes blind from being hit by chemical waste that should have been disposed and not standing on a truck in the middle of a street. My mother and sister came and visited, I was told that Wayne Industries had fitted the bills as it was some of their stolen waste that had caused my blindness, the owner, Veronica Wayne, richest woman on the planet, had even personally apologized to my family while I was in surgery for letting the waste being stolen, if it hadn't then this would never had happened.
But it wasn't just the waste that had caused it, that fucking cunt Batwoman had caused this, I felt a wave of rage in me as I lay there blind on the bed and throw the practice book I had to memorize to know how to recognize the letters and numbers in blind texts. I then noticed as the book hit the wall how I got a full-scale view of the room, not in colors, it was all black figures with white outlines, but it was in perfect shape. I could even make out the wrinkles in the cloth on my bed and the words of ink on the book on the floor and through my stay on the hospital I learned many things about this new sensory power of mine, I had perfect third dimensional vision, my reflexes and instincts had skyrocket, my movement speed improved and I could manipulate my voice to hypnotize someone I spoke through. I did this as I could see the sound-waves everybody emitted while they spoke, this allowed me to not experience pain from loud noises as I could affect the sound-waves and lower the volume.
I had hypnotized my nurse into giving me a striptease, blowjob, titfuck and cowgirl fuck, I manipulated the vibrations of my own sound-waves and made them affect the eardrums of those who heard it, causing the sound to carry into the brain as powerful suggestions. I of course made sure she never told anyone about what she did, telling her she did it of her own desire and needs. When she informed me she was pregnant I told her bosses to let her live with me as my personal nurse aid with some manipulated sound-waves, I would of course pay her for it and her baby would be taken care of as if it was my own, which it was.
But after I was let out of the hospital I began working again, with my new powers I could work with the designs still even if I was blind, telling them of course that a skilled designer never lost his touch with a pencil even without his sight, of course I showed them how I kept my lines and curves in order with some aid tools, making them not suspicious at all. My mind was on revenge though, revenge on the so called super heroine who had rendered me blind by kicking me on the streets and leaving without even apologizing. I would show her and I would show my father that I was not someone to build a grudge with.
With my costume never revealed I began to modify it, adding armor, tools and weapons, which I ordered anonymously online through different computers, different accounts and different companies, all in bulks to not awaken suspicion. Night would soon come and Batwoman would learn that nobody ever made a grudge with Batman, visualizing how I'd claim her and turn her into my cum-bucket, begging to be filled again and again.
