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I’d been trying to locate Batman’s cave for years now. Not knowing who the man is behind the mask just really irks me. Who the fuck does he think he is, living two lives? The one where no one knows anything about him and the other where he boss’s everyone around and says what we can and can’t do. Everyone knows if you commit a crime, you answer to the Bat. He owns the city, and it’s fucking annoying. I’m a bad girl, a criminal. I don’t want some asshole in a power suit ruining my fun. I HAVE to find out who he is and use that info to get what I want.
What do I want? Power and wealth. I crave to be the wealthiest bitch in Gothan and for all the Mob Bosses to fear Franny.
Breaking Into The Bat Cave
However, with the dark crusader running around freely, I’m struggling to achieve my dreams. I’m no quitter, though, and I never give up. I hired a ton of interns to spread out over the city and collect information for me. Any company or person building tons of high-tech, secret end items is supposed to be reported to me. Batman always has cool gadgets; I assume one of these mogul companies must house the bat cave.
Bing patient finally paid off. One of my little moles had found a multi-billion dollar company that housed an underground vault full of hidden, military-grade hardware. Who else but the Bat would this be? The informant gave me the address, and I hopped on my motorcycle to find and unmask the Bat.
The house was huge when I pulled up to the address on my GPS. I knew this house. The man inside was running for the city council. A Wayne. Mmm, it would be extra pleasurable to unmask a man who’d constantly hit on me at charity functions.
I knocked on the door, and a much older man answered. He smiled genuinely at me and asked how he could help me. I pushed my way inside and said I had business with Mr. Wayn. The butler believed it easy enough, maybe because of my sweet face. “Right this way, Miss.” I followed him, getting increasingly excited as we turned down long halls and skipped steep steps until we finally reached a vault door. I peered over his shoulder to memorize the code and was soon let into Batman’s lair.
How stupid of that old man.
There he was, hunched over a workbench, sodering something together. Sparks spat out from his machinery and allowed me to get close enough to him before he even knew I was in the room. “Well, well, well.” I clicked my tongue. “Seems Batman is nothing but a lonely billionaire building toys in his basement.”
He jumped up and looked down at me. “How did you get in here? Who are you?” I reached for his shirt and pulled myself against him.
“Be a good boy, now, batty, or I’ll have to tell everyone who you are.”
“No, please. Not that, anything but that. The public can’t know.” His pleading was pleasant, so I grabbed him by the collar and purred in his ear.
“Then do everything I say, without hesitation.” I nodded my chin to the cameras in the ceiling. I’ve hacked those to live stream this recording if you misbehave.” Batman looked up at the cameras in horror and shook his head.
“You can’t do this! I’m Batman.” I grinned at him and gripped him by the balls. Batty rose on his toes and grabbed at my wrist. “Please, don’t do this.”
I hummed as if I was thinking but knew I wouldn’t change my mind. A hum broke my lips before an eruption of giggles. “I’m in a wicked mood, tonight. Let’s see if you can appease me without ruining your own life.”
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