Gotham's dark knight and his sidekick, their identities concealed, share a secret understanding. Tonight, in the rain-soaked alley behind the Iceberg Lounge, Batgirl corners Batman, her eyes burning with lust. "I know it's you, Bruce," she hisses, pushing him against the cold wall. Batman's breath hitches as she grinds her crotch against his, her latex-clad pussy rubbing against his throbbing cock. He tries to resist, but she's relentless, unzipping his suit, freeing his massive, pulsating dick. She takes it greedily, her mouth warm and wet, her hand pumping furiously. Batman groans, his body tensing as he fucks her face, his cock slamming into her throat, their passion a harsh, unforgiving symphony of desire and danger.