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Jewels, purses, heels, clothes, anything shiny, Y/n wanted it.
Ever since she had turned 12 she was making money moves. Multiple jobs at one time, after school activities were a no go from how busy she was, and it’s not like she wanted to do anything related to working out and sweating anyway. Maybe in another life.
Y/n wanted to make money, she loved it.
She wasn’t snobby or rude in any way, just very money motivated when it came to making her do something. Needed a babysitter for the weekend? Her hourly rate was 12 an hour. Need a ride somewhere? Give her $20 for gas. Want her to pay for your food? Better make sure that you give her money back in a timely manner or else she would ask you every time like some kind of loan shark. To make unwanted people who want to talk to her she always quotes her script:
“Of all the money in your wallet, you have that much time to talk to me. If you don’t have money, then go get some, come back, and try again.”
It was that serious. Living in Gotham City was not for the weak nor the poor. She grew up in a foster home ever since she was 5 and seeing the people around her live so miserably made Y/n want to make it on her own in this run down city. To make something of herself.
As soon as she started middle school she was doing favors for teachers for a nickel, in high school she sold snacks and drinks to those who couldn’t afford lunch, and in college, she got her esthetician license and nail tech license to take care of both men and women on her campus for $250 plus depending on the services. A true hustler throughout her life, but to Y/n…that wasn’t enough. She wanted to shoot for something higher, something greater than what she had already reached hustling the streets of Gotham city.
To be richer than Bruce Wayne. The man practically owned the city, his ancestors were in everything and Y/n wanted a legacy just as powerful as that. Did that sound spoiled? Who was to judge? She had the skill, the talent, the finesse, she deserved this.
She didn’t dislike Bruce Wayne, no, that wasn’t why she was doing this. She was doing this because she can and isn’t afraid to step up to anyone who tries to stop her. Building up her brand and helping those in need, pushing for better housing, living, and extending better childcare laws, even refusing interviews and keeping her life secret from news outlets to the best of her ability. They were persistent as hell, especially that Vicki Vale chick.
At some point, Y/n actually did something that would somehow become a big scandal in all of Gotham City.
She bought a strip club. How doing this was such a problem wouldn’t make any sense to her, it was nobody's business as to what she did with her money. She was grown and didn’t need anybody from Gotham to judge her.
Blooming Bud is what she named it, lined with pink neon lights, a one story building and a moving neon sign that made a flower bloom to reveal the inside as a vulva. Raunchy but, it brought in the clientele, and soon enough it was the hottest club in all of Gotham City. Those who had money would come into her club, politicians, mafia, gangs, bachelor and bachelorette parties, anybody who can pay the $30 entrance fee, Y/n didn’t care who came in here. That included villains as well.
Some nights she would spot Two-Face and Penguin in her VIP section partying with her best dancers and drinking all her expensive booze, they paid their $800 party fee so whatever they did without causing any trouble didn’t bother her whatsoever.
There was one time the Joker had come in for a private room with Harley Quinn and once they were done, they left without causing any trouble, even leaving a big tip for the circus themed room that she had made for Halloween. During that same night, Catwoman made an appearance getting a Horchata, paying and then robbing the jewelry store just around the corner.
Her net worth was steadily growing with how much money was pouring into her club, her wish of becoming richer than the man who is known around Gotham City would soon become a distant memory.
Y/n walked around her club, being a gracious host and making sure everyone was being properly taken care of and checking on her employees. It was costume night, a promotion that she put on her website for patrons and new potential clients to come and enjoy an hour of a private room with the dancer of your choice for $200, buy five bottles for $50, and enter the costume contest to win $1000. It was always a hit whenever she shared this promotion and the club was always full.
Dressed in a similar leather outfit that Catwoman would wear, Y/n walked in high heeled boots around the main room of the club, greeting regulars and introducing herself to new faces, and removing any bottles that she would walk by from the floor. Her wandering eyes see her little grey and white business card being put in people’s purses and pockets, a great way to push her club out for people to come back.
‘Perfect. If this keeps up, I will have more new clients.’ she thought with a greedy smile.
The loud music, dancing, and costumes made the hype of the party almost euphoric; there were so many people tonight utilizing the perks of tonight to the max. She was told that there were multiple parties here tonight and they were buying more bottles than what was offered. It didn’t bother her, that was more money in her pockets.
She leaned over the rose stem railing looking over the people throwing money at strippers, on the pole, in the booths, and tipping the bottle girls, so much money was piling up and she couldn’t wait to count it all. A tap is felt on her right shoulder and Y/n turns to see the head of her security team, Joshua, a big burly black man that actually used to work for Penguin but left because he wanted to make a decent, legal living.
“Sorry to disturb you Miss L/n, but there’s someone in Plot 6 that is asking for you, personally.” he informed, he looked nervous and that was unlike him. Y/n frowned in suspicion.
“Me? Did they say who they were?” she asks, putting a hand on her hip.
“No ma’am, just that it was urgent.”
“Urgent? Did you tell them what it costs to ask for me personally?” she watched as he nodded and Y/n hummed.
“Show me to the Garden please.” she says and Joshua holds out his arm for her to take and escorts her to the back of the building where the private rooms were located, known as the Garden and each room is called a plot. Each door was pictured with a flower, each one representing how expensive it was based on the actual flower and of course each one is occupied.
Once they arrived at the door label with a 6, and a picture of a saffron, Joshua grabbed the bronze knob and opened it for Y/n to walk in first then he followed behind. Like any other private room, there was a pole elevated on a platform with a soft light bathing it, a couch and table just a few feet away from it. Y/n’s eyes find the dark figure sitting on the couch, she almost didn’t see it because of how well they blended in with the darkest spot in the room.
Y/n sees the pointed ears and scowl, then sighs in annoyance. Here we go.
“You can leave Joshua, I will handle this.” Y/n orders and her guard looks back and forth at the shadowed figure and to his employer.
“You sure ma’am?” he questioned.
“Yes. Thank you for escorting me, be sure to keep an eye out on the main floor and mini bar, would you? I can’t have fools passing out on me on costume night.” She offers him a smile and Joshua promptly leaves the room with a nod, closing it behind him.
Y/n turns the lock, hearing the sound of the latch clicking in place and then makes her way to the couch where the still silent figure watches her.
“So,” she begins while setting her left leg crossed over her right and folds her hands over her right knee. Her body turned to face them, a smirk finding its way across her lips.
“To what do I owe the pleasure of Batman appearing in my club? And to ask for me personally? I’m flattered.” she teased.
Batman finally moved his body to bathe in the light pointed on the couch’s middle, all muscle and brood is what he was known for, it was very, very rare when he would come to her club.
“Enough with the small talk Y/n, it's no secret that Catwoman frequents this club to work for you.” he states and Y/n gasps in mock disbelief.
“Work for me? Oh no, no, no, no, Batman.” she wags a finger, then places a hand over her chest, leaning in close.
“She doesn’t work for me, although she would bring me a lot of money if she became one of my dancers. I just use her services and pay her in full.” she corrected.
“What services?” Batman demands and Y/n scoffs.
“I’m not telling you, Batman. She’s a great partner and it’s purely confidential.” she says.
“Fine. Then you would know where she would be, I am looking for her for some questioning about the recent robbery of Two-Face-”
“Robbing from a criminal, how original.” Y/n interjects and Batman furrows his brow.
“The briefcase of money that she took has a sd card inside of it, and since those briefcases were tracked to your club, then that means you have it here somewhere.” Batman concluded and Y/n shrugs indifferently.
“So? That money isn’t Two-Face’s to begin with.” She fixes the hairs on her pixie cut and rubs her kneecap.
“Catwoman was just doing me a favor by giving me the money that Two-Face owes me. I just haven’t counted it yet. Whatever else he had in those briefcases has nothing to do with me.” she gets up from her seat and shasays over to where the platform was, leaning against it with an unimpressed look sent his way.
“You need to tell me where those briefcases are or else Gotham suffers another gang war. So tell me,” he stands up from his seat with balled fists at his sides.
“Where is Catwoman?” he demands and Y/n smirks.
“You can ask her, yourself Batman, isn’t that right, Catwoman?” As if on cue, the door behind the platform opens and out walks the woman of the hour, Selina Kyle aka Catwoman.
She struts over to the Dark Knight with a twist in her hips and stops before the table in front of the couch, a hand on her hip and a seductive smile on her lips.
“Hello Batman, a pleasure to see you as always.” she says.
“Where are the briefcases Selina?” Batman questions and she shrugs.
“I dunno, my good friend here gave me a job and I delivered it without making a ruckus with Harvey. Briefcases were tossed and the money was cashed in.” she says and Y/n nods in approval.
“Don’t lie to me, if you went through the money, you would make sure that every bill is accounted for, and by doing so you would have found a SD card hidden in one of the stacks.” Batman watches her roll her eyes.
“Hmm, you know…wait a minute, I think I remember-oh wait.” she digs her fingers into her cleavage and pulls out the mentioned sd card, holding it up in between her fingers. Her mouth gaped at Batman.
“I don’t believe it! There was an sd card, huh. How about that?” Selina teases and Batman reaches out his hand towards her.
“Give it to me.”
“Oop,” the little device falls back into her bosom and she puts up her hands to shrug.
“Looks like it’s missing again. Shame.” she says and walks over to Y/n to stand next to her with her arms crossed.
“I don’t have time for this Selina. Give me the card.”
“Make time handsome.” Selina retorts then walks up the steps leading to the pole and grabs the cool metal, twisting her body around it expertly and bending her body back while holding the pole to look at him upside down.
“Because, unless you have magic to make it appear in your hand. You better come and get it.”
Y/n struts up the steps as well and grabs onto the pole as well, a sultry look sent Batman’s way as well.
“And since you had requested me, I expect to be paid for my services, Batman.” Y/n reminded Batman, he grits his teeth.
“What do you want?” he finally concedes and the women couldn’t help but smirk in victory. Y/n hops above Selina’s body and starts to spin before stopping by using her arms to hold onto the pole and pose.
“You requested a private show and I will deliver.” Y/n says, sliding down the metal.
“And I just want to watch you squirm. So make yourself comfortable, handsome, you’re in for a treat.” She winked at him.
Having no other choice in the matter, Batman sits down on the couch placing his hands on his knees.
With a satisfied nod, Y/n snapped her fingers and sensual music began to play from the speakers by the ceiling. Selina spins around her body with Y/n in sync and then both women take a side of the pole twerking against it, their eyes not once leaving Batman’s.
Both women come close, kissing the pole then each other, frenching a bit. Y/n places a quick kiss on Selina’s cleavage and Selina licks Y/n’s left ear, a soft moan leaving her lips.
Y/n gets down onto the ground and starts crawling back and forth on the platform, her back arched and cleavage glowing.
Her lips mouthed along with the lyrics and then licked her lips, and blew a kiss.
Batman could feel his stoicism start to crack and thanked himself for turning off his cowl camera that would replay his missions when he was out as Batman. Batman knew of Y/n since she became a self made millionaire, at an event he held as Bruce Wayne in order to celebrate the new year. He was introduced to Y/n when he approached her to congratulate her and she in turn said:
“Give me $1000 and then we can talk.” She held out her hand and believe it or not, Bruce handed her ten Benjamins, exact change and once she finished counting it Y/n kept her word. She talked with him the whole night. A feat no other rich man in the room would dare to do.
He had both a business and a personal relationship with the famed club owner and at times would fall into her seductive trap. He never knew how he always fell for such dangerous women.
And right now he was getting a show from two dangerous women.
His hands clenched, he was losing his cool and he couldn’t do anything about it. Y/n moves into a split and then starts twerking on beat.
Selina however spins around the pole again and plays with the zipper on the front of her leather suit, then brings it down to show her naval.
Y/n crawls to Catwoman’s front and presses a kiss to her bellybutton, licking a long stripe up to between her breasts and Selina pulls her into her arms.
They kiss again and Selina pulls down Y/n’s zipper as well, their bare skin touching and their hands groping any bare skin they could touch. Selina kisses her cheek and then her bare collarbone.
Y/n’s eyes glance at Batman as she pulls Selina into another kiss, letting her left hand reach into her suit to fondle her breast, a quiet moan leaving the cat burglar’s lips.
Batman could feel his pants start to tighten and spread his thighs to alleviate some of the tension he was experiencing in between his legs.
Y/n and Selina parted from their kiss, as they moved back, a thin string of saliva followed between them.
“Selina.” Y/n called, her voice in a sultry tone to the panting woman before her.
“It seems Batman requires our attention. Shall we attend to him?” She asks and Selina gives her a seductive smile. They parted from their embrace and walked down the steps, strutting around each side of the table making themselves comfortable on his sides.
Y/n places a hand on his shoulder then rubs it down his chest, just barely touching the top of his crotch and then taking a quick bite of his cheek.
Selina however, kisses the Dark Knight, earning a groan from him and the last semblance of his rationality is broken from the man and kisses Selina back. She smiled in delight at his defeat and placed her hand behind his head to pull him closer.
Her hands find the front of his pants, and slips her long claws into them, finding his hot dick. She pumps it once then rubs her hand up his stomach to feel the abs under his suit.
Y/n plays the same teasing game as Selina, stealing a kiss from Batman and giving him a quick pump then pulling away. For a while they continue to tease him, with a kiss here, a bite there, a lick somewhere but always taking controlled turns on pumping his dick and then running away.
Batman couldn’t focus, they were torturing him and with every chance he could his hands would try to reach out to touch one of them but they were quick to move out of his reach.
He had enough. He could take this game of cat and mouse anymore. He needed to touch someone.
Y/n was closest to him and immediately grabs her arms, holding her and then slipping his hands down her leather suit following with it to reveal her breasts fully. They sagged prettily above her naval and Batman brings his mouth close to engulf one into his mouth, biting the brown nipple and licking it.
Y/n moans and reaches a hand up to rest on his cowl, then bites her lip. Selina uses this opportunity to pull his pants down a tad so his dick would spring up to her excited face. Her face rubs against the hot skin of his dick and then a long lick is issued. He jumps slightly from the contact but relaxes when Y/n pulls his head away from her chest to give him a deep kiss.
Selina goes to work sucking him off with a vigorous tempo, alternating from kissing to full on sucking. Y/n pushes his head back and bends over her front to let her breasts cushion Batman’s dick and Selina’s chin. Y/n cups her breasts and starts moving in sync with Selina’s deepthroating.
Every time Selina would come up to lick the tip, she placed a kiss on Y/n’s lips and Y/n in return would grope Selina’s now bare breasts.
Batman felt like he was in heaven, he couldn’t believe that they were pleasuring him so well, one with their breasts and the other sucking him off. His hand finds Selina’s head as the other pinches and twists Y/n’s nipples.
This was a perfect opportunity for him to get the sd card back but, why couldn’t he focus? His hips jumped when Selina hollowed out her cheeks to engulf him deeper.
“Damn it.” He curses and then a gasp leaves his lips when he feels the cool air in the room hit his dick. For a second there was a comforting warmth from her mouth then cold air, the sound of a zipper and then warmth again when he felt tight walls consume his dick.
Batman’s eyes find Y/n atop of him naked and start to bounce, her breasts jumping in tune with every thrust. Her tongue hangs from her lips as she grinds and jumps on his dick.
His head falls back onto the wall behind his head from the immense pleasure and his hands find her hips, helping her move. Selina, now fully bare as well, makes a half flip over Batman’s lap and presses her bare pussy to his face.
Batman groans and pushes his nose into her pussy, rubbing it for a second then pressing his tongue inside of her to eat her out. Selina lets her feet sit on the couch behind his head and moved her face down to where Batman and Y/n was connected, licking both her pussy and his dick whenever Y/n went up.
The three moan as they let pleasure take over them, Y/n gripped Batman’s hands as she continued to bounce but her concentration was starting to wane when the build up of pleasure started to form in between her thighs.
Selina too, was close when she pushed her hips forward and backwards on Batman’s face then cupped her feet around his head to bury him in her pussy. She comes with a quiet mewl and bites her lip, her hips shaking from the pleasure. Y/n followed behind her, her back arching when she tightened her pussy around his dick.
Batman sucked and licked the cum dripping down his lips and helped Selina down onto the couch then removing Y/n from his dick and placing her to his side.
Selina ever so quick however, hopped on Batman’s dick holding onto his shoulders and beginning to bounce on top of him.
“I’m next handsome. You didn’t forget me did you?” She asks with a smirk.
“Can’t you tell? I have you all over my face. How could I possibly forget?” He responds, holding her hips grind and bounce on top of him.
It wouldn’t be long when Selina would come again and Batman groaned, he hadn’t come yet he had to hold out. She slips off his dick and knelt on the floor with Y/n coming up beside her to look over the dick they just shared.
With soft licks and bites, they take turns sucking Batman off again and based on his groans becoming more ragged, it was a clear sign that he was close.
“I’m going to-” a loud groan leaves his lips and spurts of white shoot from his dick onto the women’s open awaiting mouths and faces, they catching as much cum as they could and kissing his dick in thanks.
Batman’s body slumped back into the couch and panted as he watched with hooded eyes of the women taking turns on one another’s body to clean themselves up with their tongues.
Once done, they stand to their feet and pick up their suits, a sultry look on both their faces as they look over the defeated Dark Knight.
“I’ll be in touch, handsome.” Selina says with a kiss blown his way and walking to the door behind the platform.
“Make sure that you pay my people up front, It’s $400, call it a discount.” Y/n says and follows behind Selina with a sway in her hips.
“A pleasure as always Batman.” Y/n said finally and closed the door behind her. Batman, although still out of breath, held up the SD card in his right hand and pressed a finger to the side of his cowl, turning on his communicator.
“Alfred.” His voice was more ragged than usual and his loyal butler noticed immediately.
“Master Bruce, are you alright? You sound terrible.” Alfred responds.
“I’m fine. I have the SD card, I’m heading back to the Batcave.” Batman responds after clearing his throat.
“You got it? Miss Kyle gave it to you that easily?” Alfred asks and Batman smirks.
“Something like that. And Alfred?”
“Yes sir?”
“Can you wire $400 from my account to the Blooming Bud. I have a tab to close.”
“Of course sir.”
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