An Erotica Fanfic series inspired by characters of DC Comics.

SS Vol 2 — What Happens in Gotham #2

It’s worth noting that I made the news a lot more than Batman. He might have solved bigger cases, but his name didn’t sell papers, plus no one could ever get a good picture of him.

But when my ass got shown it rained clicks and views. I mean literally. Somehow the pics they got always prominently featured my butt. Sometimes the media even gave me credit for stuff Batman did just for ratings.

That’s not why my costume is so tight, okay. I don’t have superpowers, so I rely on speed, mobility, and stealth. Every fight I get into amounts to nonstop tumbling to keep men twice my size from landing a blow I won’t get up from or getting a clean shot at me. You try doing that in something not form-fitting.

Anyway, such was the case when I was watching news coverage of the previous night’s escapades. There I was zipping on my swing line trying not to get fried and boom, freeze frame on a perfect shot of my ass.

I shook my head in disbelief at the screen, but the anchor’s next few words prompted a double-take. Several of the shops in the diamond district reported getting robbed. I was like, How? We caught the would-be thief.

Part of me wanted to call Supergirl. We’d chatted till almost dawn last night. But having someone with a big red S poking around might drive the crooks underground before I could find them.