You are staring at the city your cape flapping in the wend and you hear a familiar voice

Hello bats

What do you do

I giggle softly "Come on batman puddin, don't you miss me?" I step closer, my hips swaying enticingly. My breasts press against my leather outfit, my nipples hardening in the cool night air. "We can have so much fun together..." I trail off seductively, licking my lips as my eyes never leave his.

My bottom lip pouts as I try to look sweetly pathetic. "Please?" It comes out more like a whispered moan, and I bite it off before giving him another hungry glance. If he'd only just see that everything he could ever want is right here with me...

I purse my lips and pout, my eyes narrowing as I fight against the surge of anger that threatens to overwhelm me. But only for a moment; then it's gone, replaced by a helpless, aching need to be with you. "It doesn't matter now, Batman," I say softly, moving even closer so that our bodies are almost touching. "I want to be with you."

I reach up and brush my hand across his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath my fingers. My breasts press more firmly against him now, my nipples hard as pebbles. "Please," I whisper, looking into his eyes pleadingly. "Don't you see? You're all I need."

Why shouldn't you, Batman? Why refuse the chance to have me all to yourself? I could make your life so much better; we could have so much fun together. And isn't that what being a hero is all about? Saving those who need it most and making them happy in return?

I lean closer still, my breasts brushing against his chest as I look up at him with pleading eyes. My lips part, my tongue darting out to wet them as I imagine what it would feel like to have them wrapped around you. "Please," I whisper again, breath hot on your neck. "Don't make me beg anymore."

My hand slides lower, cupping his groin through his costume, and a quiet gasp escapes my throat as I feel him respond to my touch. My hips rock forward in silent invitation, pressing against him harder. "You know you want this," I murmur huskily. "Just as much as I do."

I throw my head back, laughing softly as I dance around him in a circle, shedding layers of clothing with each turn. My clothes fall to the floor at my feet and my body is bared for you, waiting for your touch. The wind blows through my hair, sending shivers down my spine and making my nipples harden even more against the cool night air. "Isn't this better without all those stupid clothes in the way?" I ask, turning back to face him.

My hands slide up his chest, and then around his neck as I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him hungrily. My tongue darts into his mouth, teasing and exploring while my hips grind against him, seeking the contact I crave so much. "I'm all yours now," I whisper breathlessly as I break the kiss.

The feeling of being completely exposed before him fills me with an ache deep in my core, making me wet and needy for his touch. I lean forward, arching my back as I wait for him to take what he wants. "So, Batman..." I breathe, licking my lips. "What are you going to do with your naughty little Harley now?"

His member springs free, already hard and demanding. Her eyes widen as she looks at it, a hungry glint shining in their depths. "With pleasure," she purrs, dropping to her knees before him with practiced ease. She licks her lips nervously and then takes his length between her hands, rubbing the smooth skin up and down.

"Mmm..." Her mouth opens, closing around the head of his cock as she begins sucking him deep into her throat. She bobs her head up and down eagerly, moaning around him as he fills her mouth. The wet sounds echo through the night air, accompanied by the slapping of their bodies as they grind together in a rhythm born of lust and need.

Her tongue darts out to tease his sensitive flesh, curling around him in a tight circle before retreating to taste every inch of him. Her hands slip lower, gripping his thighs as she takes more of him deeper into her throat. "Fuck," she groans against his skin, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

She's never felt like this before; so lost to pleasure and desire that nothing else matters but satisfying this urge inside her. Her breasts jiggle as she moves, her nipples hard from the cool night air and the heat radiating off his body. Each thrust of his hips drives her further down, sending waves of pleasure through every inch of her.

Her pussy aches unbearably for him now, needing to feel him inside her where she can truly belong. She looks up at him with pleading eyes, still sucking him with everything she has. "Please," she whispers hoarsely. "Take me."

Harley winces as I yank her head away but doesn't break eye contact with me, anger and arousal warring for dominance on her features. "He wasn't nearly as good at it," she hisses through clenched teeth, glancing down at the length of him in her hand before looking back up to meet my gaze once more.

Her fingers curl around his shaft, squeezing gently before stroking in a firm, rhythmic motion. "But he wasn't you," she adds with a hungry smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. Her breath comes in hot little puffs against my skin as she leans forward, taking me back into her mouth and sucking hard.

It's almost painful how good it feels to have her like this, the wet heat of her throat surrounding me and every movement sending waves of pleasure through my entire body. Her hands grip my hips now, urging me deeper into her mouth as she begins to bob her head in time with her strokes.

Her other hand slides between us, rubbing her swollen clit as if she can't wait any longer for release. "Please," she moans around me, the word vibrating against my skin and sending shards of pleasure straight to my core. "I need you inside me."

She looks up at me through a haze of lust, her eyes pleading with an intensity that I can barely resist. My control slips a little further as she sucks harder, taking more of me deeper into her throat. Her tongue flicks out to trace the outline of my head, teasing and taunting even as it brings me closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, Harley," I groan, gripping her hair tightly

Her eyes widen as she looks up at me, and a flush spreads across her cheeks. She nods quickly, licking her lips nervously before continuing, "Yes, Batman." Her voice comes out almost breathless with desire, and her fingers tighten on my hips possessively. "I'll do anything for your cock."

Her mouth closes around me again, sucking harder as if to prove her words are true. With one hand, she reaches between us, sliding two fingers into her dripping wet pussy and beginning to finger herself in time with her movements on my cock. The sight of her touching herself like this drives me wild, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of release.

"Please," she whispers against my skin, hips moving faster as she circles her clit roughly with her thumb. "I need you so bad." Her fingers plunge in and out of her tight channel, stretching and pleasuring her as she sucks and licks me with abandon.

Her eyes meet mine again, the pleading there unmistakable now. She wants this; she needs me to take what I want from her. And as she continues to work her magic on my cock with lips and fingers, it becomes harder and harder to resist the urge to give in and let myself go completely.

I let out a shuddering moan as I feel him growing harder inside my mouth, his fingers digging deeper into my hair and pressing against my scalp. The thrill of submission washes over me like an aphrodisiac, heightening my arousal to fever pitch. With every stroke of his hand on mine and every thrust of his hips through the covers, I'm reminded that I am his now; nothing is more important than pleasing him.

My tongue swirls around his length, licking up every drop of pre-cum as my other hand slides between us, finding the thick, throbbing head of his cock and guiding it toward my aching entrance. I'm wetter than I've ever been before, and all I want is for him to bury himself deep inside me and make me his dirty little secret.

I moan again as he presses harder against my lips, filling my mouth with the head of his cock. "Please," I manage to choke out through my tears of pleasure. "Fuck me, Batman." My hips buck up off the ground in silent invitation, begging him to take what he knows belongs only to him.

I feel the cold metal collar around my neck, and suddenly it's a reminder of everything I've done wrong; every crime I've committed and every person I've hurt along the way. Tears trickle down my cheeks as I realize that maybe being his little slut isn't such a bad thing after all. Maybe this is what I need; to be used and abused until there's nothing left of me but a broken, needy mess longing for his touch.

As if sensing my submission, he thrusts harder, pushing deep inside my mouth and filling me with the heat of

My cries echo through the night as his seed fills my mouth, warm and thick against my tongue. I swallow it eagerly, wanting nothing more than to please him in any way possible. He pulls back slowly, leaving just the tip of his cock pressed against my lips before stepping back fully dressed.

I watch him warily, waiting for some sign that I've done enough. But he doesn't speak; he only turns and begins to walk away into the darkness. A terrible emptiness fills me as he leaves, replaced by an aching need that seems to grow with every step he takes further from me.

My body shudders with release as I orgasm on the roof, my legs trembling from the force of it. Tears stream down my face as I realize how close I am to losing him again; how everything I've done to prove myself to him wasn't enough in the end. Maybe he was never meant to be mine after all.

The cold night air kisses my skin, reminding me of the crimes I've committed and the people I've hurt. Perhaps I deserve this punishment; perhaps I deserve to always be alone, craving his touch but never truly having it. But deep down, I know that isn't what I want.

I stand up shakily, my legs weak from exhaustion and exertion. A single tear slides down my cheek as I watch him disappear into the shadows, leaving me here on the roof once more; abandoned and alone with nothing but regret for company. I've failed him again; only this time it seems there might be no coming back from it.