(Batman to... I mean... Read the title...)
Batman fumbled at his belt, gasping as he felt the cool air rush over his changed sex, over his dripping pussy. He looked up with alarm to the Basic Baroness, but she simply blew a kiss in his direction, then turned. Apparently her work was done.
“G-get back here!” Bruce whimpered through his female voice, shuddering as he felt his body begin to regress further. He’d been at least thirty before, but now it looked like she was nineteen and… Did she just think of herself as Bruce?
That wasn’t right, she was Batma… No, was Brenda. Wasn’t she? No, only her mom called her Brenda. Her friends just called her Brandi, though she didn’t seem to be with her friends right now. She looked to the goons around her, a dying part of her mind recognizing her as common Gotham thugs.
Then the part faded, and Brandi giggled, curling her hair. “So, like. I know that it’s late, and that Uncle Alfred doesn’t want me out now… But what say we have some fun?”
“Hey, is this right? You know who he is, right?” One of the men grunted, some boring old guy who clearly didn’t have any idea how to have a good time. Brandi stuck her tongue out at him, before looking to his friends. They were clearly as uneasy as he was, and she sighed.
“First off, it’s who she is. And yes, I’m Brandi Wayne. Okay? Deal with it. Or don’t, I don’t give a fuck. I get fucks though, and whoever here wants to earn an easy thousand can get some. Don’t worry about using a condom, I’m crazy rich.”
“Is she serious?” Another man grunted. “I think she’s serious.”
Brandi huffed, ignorant of the fact that in another life, she’d be kicking their asses, rather than begging them to eat hers out. She strode purposefully towards the tallest of them, undid his pants, and set to work.
Her teachers had always complimented her on her tongue when she was younger, something about how she spoke well for her age. Now, in college, her professors still complimented her on her tongue-for very different reasons altogether.
“Fuuuck!” The man groaned, cupping the back of her head. She smirked up to him slyly, knowing that just like her English professor, this guy would be giving her full marks. The girl slipped her tongue along his tip, caressing him with her pillowy soft tongue before pressing her lips tightly around his shaft.
She pulled back, an audible pop seeming to echo through the alleyway, and the man nearly nutted then and there. It was too soon though, and Brandi blew a gentle breath onto his length, letting the cool Gotham air take some of the edge off.
Then she got back to the task at hand, circling the tip of her tongue around his head before dipping down his shaft, engulfing him in her throat. Her lips pressed hard against his crotch, then she pulled away again, this time slowly swirling her tongue around his length until she was trailing it along only his tip.
This proved enough for the man to reach his climax, and she hurriedly dropped back down onto his length, sucking hard on his shaft and moaning as he filled his mouth with cum. She pulled her head back and spat his load onto the ground, winking up to him.
“Sorry, but only winners get to be my dinner. And since I had to do all the work here, that makes you a dead last.” The girl turned her head towards the other men, wiggling her pert ass at their stunned faces. “But what do you guys say? Do you think one of you deserves to fill me up?”