The sensation of having the crazy powerful woman on top and in control was amazing, and internally he agreed with that, but externally appearances were not good and he would continue to fight for his image, one she was beginning to tarnish quickly. It was bad enough that most of Gotham had turned back to the city of old before he became Batman, full of corruption, but to have the mantle of the bat be no better than that corruption was not something he would allow without a fight.<br/><br/>The feeling of her rubbing her clit into the head of his cock was invigorating. He wanted more, so much more, but it was not meant to be. Well at least it was not meant to be at the pace he wanted it. He couldn't see her or speak so there was no knowing what she was up to unless she told him and thus far it had been wordless going in. Then he went in, she put his dick into those southern folds and the slicj walls encased his shaft and head like a glove. His hips squirmed in delight with what little movement they had available.<br/><br/>"Mmmmmph, errrrrrrr, mmmmmmm," his rsnge of sounds was limited, but as she rode the "batcock" he showed how much he was enjoying things. There was no way not to, he was verbal during intercourse or at least gutteral, and tended to make a fair amount of moans, grunts, and pleasurable groans. His hips moved what little they could to help with the rhythm. His shoulders ached from the rocking, but they held true thanks to his suit which was definitely showing signs of stress beyond the scrapes and scratches she had put on it by beating and dragging him.<br/><br/>Batman felt the Joker grind and bounce harder and harder on top of him. The bench began to creak, but held firm as her walls clenched around his cock and when her first orgasm hit so did his. "Uuuuuh!" He moaned into her soaking wet panties as he released his dead seed into her womanhood. At that point he expected her to stop, but clearly that was not the case as she continued to fuck him and bounce her sweet ass even more on top of his dick. Batman never truly went limp after his first release and she ensured he didn't by continuing their session. What did happen was that the mixture of their juices spewed out all over his crotch and onto the thighs of his suit.<br/><br/>He could feel the bench weakening. "Mmmmmph, mmmmmmph!" But it was no use, no intelligible words would come out of his mouth. As she continued to fuck him Batman felt his next release build back up, and it happened in the nick of time when her second one happened and they crashed to the floor. Unlike hers his second release was not as powerful, and the sudden fall to the floor was not ideal.<br/><br/>Batman felt the Joker collapse onto him after their session. His shoulders were tight, his neck freed for the most part, at least he could move it and drag the attachment, same with his feet. Batman squirmed and wiggled out from under the Joker and rolled onto his left side to relieve his shoulders. The material had nearly ripped, she had nearly succeeded in ripping both shoulders out of their sockets, but instead just caused an immense amount of aches and pain. Exhausted from everything, the fight, the dragging, and the sex Batman passed out on the floor.