"Gotham City is a crazy enough place, with all these exotic villains no one ever does anything about, without our having to worry about some costumed sexual pervert in the bargain," sighed Barbara Gordon.
"I agree, our city is overburdened with psychotic master criminals. I can't even begin to guess how anything will ever get done. Isn't your father the Police Commissioner?"
"He's at a loss. No one has an answer."
"So you say you found this woman in your library?"
"Yes, in the reserved stacks. There are some dusty corners back there where it can get a bit lonely. All kinds of books barely anyone has ever cracked open. Her fiance left her alone, but when she stayed away for nearly an hour he decided to check on her, and that's how he found her, clearly attacked."
The two women went to a one-way glass and peered in.
"I hate to say it, Miss Gordon, but on the whole she's looking a lot better than most assault victims. Of course, we must also consider the assault's effect upon her mind ... It seems to me she bonded with you on the way over here, why not come in with me?"
"Really?"
"You must let me do all the talking, but your presence may help reassure her."
"Why, thank you, Doctor. Yes, I'd like that."
They went in and sat down at the table across from the assaulted woman. Her clothes were ripped all to hell but the woman herself did not seem harmed in any way.
"Miss Vale, you already know Miss Gordon, she runs the library where we found you. I am Doctor Quinn. May I call you Victoria?"
"Actually, you can call me Vikki."
Barbara was struck by Vikki Vale. She had often heard a phrase like "statuesque blonde" and considered it impossibly unreal, and yet if there was indeed any one genuine statuesque blonde alive in the world, Vikki Vale definitely qualified.
"This whole business is quite silly," Vikki added. "Alex made too much of a fuss."
"Alex? Your fiance?" Dr. Quinn pursued.
She seemed uncertain of that. "Yes ... "
"but he found you on the floor like this. You were attacked."
"I ... I ... I have no wish to press any charges."
Barbara spoke up. "Miss Vale, the police can protect you."
Vikki sighed hard. "I appreciate Alex's concern, your concern, everyone's concern, but ... there has really been no crime here."
"That takes some explaining, Vikki," Dr. Quinn admitted.
"Then let me explain. Look, I've always felt ... men's eyes on me, for many years ... but somehow, lately, that feeling became even more ... intense. Ever since I moved her to Gotham City, to come work for Wayne Industries. I've always heard rumors, that Wayne Plaza has secret cameras everywhere, but somehow I got sort of used to it, the crazy idea that I might be getting constantly spied on."
"Did you you ever discover anything more about Wayne Industries, than just that rumor?" Dr. Quinn leaned forward, eager for any lead.
"Never. There was just that ... feeling. So anyhow, Alex and I came down to the Public Library, and I went into the reserved stacks -- Bruce Wayne himself had seen to it that I had special permission back there -- and I was reading. And then I turned, and there he was. I have no idea how the hell he got in there. He was just ... there!"
"Who was he, Vikki?"
"You're not going to believe me, Dr. Quinn, but he was just this really tall ... broad-shouldered ... shadow. You hear sometimes about a man in black, but this was more like ... pure blackness assuming the shape of a man. A man with a cape."
Dr. Quinn was intrigued. "A cape?"
"You know, like some old-fashioned magician. A cape, and he wore a mask across his eyes."
You could see his face?" Dr. Quinn pressed.
"All I could make out from his face was that he was just as white as we are. I didn't get to study his face too much."
"Go on."
"So I heard this deep, dark, flinty voice growling at me, saying 'Get up out of your chair.' And I just obeyed. I was afraid, sure, I was intimidated as hell ... but it was more than that. His tone, something about him, was so ... commanding. I couldn't help myself. I had to obey him. So I stood up. And then he came up to me. I could feel the heat off his body. He was breathing very softly, very slow, but very deeply. Those eyes, they just looked at me like ... meat. Like I was an antelope and he was a lion. I can't explain it, but I just felt this incredible ... need."
"You were concerned for your safety?" Dr. Quinn wondered.
"Not really. No, I asked him 'Who are you?' And he said 'What do I like like?' And I said, 'You're all in black, like maybe Zorro.' But he just laughed and said 'Zorro? You can do better than that!' So I said 'Like a black panther,' and he said 'Keep going,' so I said 'You're black, like a black ... bat.' And then he said 'I'm a bat, all right ... but I'm not the kind of bat you think I am.' And that was when he ... exposed himself."
Barbara was concerned. "Miss Vale, if you need a break -- "
"No, no, I can go on. He reached into his pants, and he pulled out this ... thing, like a gigantic snake. He just pulled it out and I felt my jaw drop. That thing, it had to be at least as thick around as my arm, and it hung down past his knees -- and like I said, he was a tall man. I ... I ... I couldn't look away. It's like I was ... hypnotized. I mean, he was big! And I don't mean that he was big like some porn stud with maybe two extra inches. I mean, he was a whole other order of size that was unbelievable. That thing was some hulking superhuman mutant monster penis, and I could only stand there and let it suck all my willpower right out through my eyeballs."
"Wait -- you're saying he hadn't even touched you yet?" Barbara blurted out.
"I think this was all his idea of foreplay. So he said 'There's my bat," and I have to admit, my brain was working a bit slowly, but I realized he didn't mean a bat, with wings and in a cave, but a baseball bat, and him standing there with a Louisville Slugger between his legs. And I heard myself ask 'Who are you, tell me, who are you?' And he said 'You can call me Batter Up.' And I didn't understand, but then, he touched himself, and that whole penis suddenly twitched and thrashed all around, and then it was erect. It was ... so ... erect. It was the most erect any man has ever been in the history of men getting erect. My knees actually went weak, and I wobbled a bit and caught myself against a wall of books. And that was when he approached me, and when I realized his body was insane, that under that black costume, he was just a wall of sharply define muscles, he reached for me with those great mighty arms and those great mighty hands and he just ripped my blouse and my brassiere clear open like they were nothing but tissue paper. Even through the gloves I could feel the heat of his hands as he fondled my naked breasts. Then he reached down, and tore apart my panties, and by that point my pussy felt steaming hot and I was lubricating like crazy, I was oozing all down my inner thighs, I couldn't stop myself. Then he hoisted me up with those huge arms and then he plunged that big bastard deep into me."
"Vikki, we need to be clear about this. He assaulted you."
"No. No -- i wanted it! All of it! I wanted it so bad! First he fucked me up against the books. Then he fucked me on that table. He was like some giant crazy fuck machine, some huge dark irresistible beast of pure maleness. He kept fucking and fucking, and then I came -- but he clamped his hand over my mouth, he didn't want that. He muffled all my shrieking and screaming. I came, and I came, and I came, and then I came and came and came and came and came, harder, faster, I couldn't stop myself, my body was out of control, I just went right on climaxing my brains out! Oh my god ... it was the ultimate ecstasy. I loved it! I loved it so fucking much, I didn't want it to ever stop! Before I knew it I felt half dead, just lying there like a limp rag doll ... and that was when he pulled out and ejaculated. He ejaculated all over my body. I never saw so much semen in my life! And before I knew it he was gone, whoosh, just like that, and I lay there, moaning 'Where are you, Batter Up? Batter Up, I love you! I need you! I need to see you again!' But I was all alone ... and a few minutes later, Alex found me."
"It sounds a lot like an assault," Barbara confessed.
"Oh, no, please, you can't do that, you can't. I absolutely consented. I wanted it! Please, you can't bring any charges against him, not on my account, you just can't, you can't."
A few minutes later Barbara and Dr. Quinn stood alone amidst stacks of books.
"Quite a story ... !" Barbara confessed.
Dr. Quinn shook her head. "I'm not sure I believe any of it -- at least, not until I see a proper gynecological inspection of her."
"You saw all that semen all over her."
"She could have smuggled in her own supply somehow. Yes, I know that sounds crazy, but it still makes more sense than everything she told us. Occam's Razor assures us that musclebound studs in black capes with erections the size of a Louisville Slugger don't go teleporting in and out of libraries."
More's the pity, Barbara thought but refused to say. "That business she said earlier, about feeling spied on at Wayne Plaza. Bruce Wayne enjoys a lot of power and freedom."
"What, you mean ... Bruce Wayne as Batter Up? Bruce Wayne doesn't need sick tricks like that. He's got the whole Lonely Gold-Plated Bachelor thing down pat. Plus there are all those rumors about his driving around in some sort of amazing car. He's passably attractive, he's got the Wayne millions, and if he has that car, then that's really all he needs to score with the ladies. This alias would be overkill."
"You don't think Batter Up exists at all. Do you, Dr. Quinn?"
"Not yet, I don't. And by the way ... you may as well call me Harley."
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