Tommy arrived at Barbara Gordon's hideout by her request. He was surprised to find that their were others waiting for him. One was Black Canary. Tommy smiled at her. She said that she had just been called in by Barbara at the last second, just like him. Another was Huntress. Tommy glared at her. Tommy had been involved in one of their "therapy" sessions th...
Hello, Readers. I am happy you decided to check out my little story here. This is not my first crack at writing an erotic story, but it is my first time writing one within a world created by someone else - or in this case, created by a great number of someone elses. I've always been a fan of DC Comics - and comics in general - but the Birds of Prey have alw...
Disclaimer: I do not own Arrow or anything to do with DC. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. ***** Laurel Lance's life had become really weird over the last few years. Fed up with seeing the guilty go free she had taken inspiration from her sister and become The Black Canary, and started patrolling the streets at night with her ex-boy...
Hello, Readers. I am happy you decided to check out my little story here. This is not my first crack at writing an erotic story, but it is my first time writing one within a world created by someone else - or in this case, created by a great number of someone elses. I've always been a fan of DC Comics - and comics in general - but the Birds of Prey have alw...
All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contain...
Tommy lied in a bed at Wayne Manor, watching Black Canary get dressed. He loved watching her get dressed. First she'd slide on her fishnet stockings, one long leg at a time, pulling them up to her waist. He loved the way they'd stretch over her ass, each nylon square turning into a circle as they stretched against her skin. Then her bustier would come next,...
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Laurel looked over the docket of cases she'd have to make. The first one was of a serial arsonist. It came with pictures of his three victims. She'd gone into work that morning bearing a smoothie with the smoothie dumped out and vodka filling the Styrofoam container instead. She'd been smart; that was enough to keep her on an even keel through the work day...
Dick loved women. He loved working with them, being with them, and pleasuring them. And as he laid back on his bed, his hands behind his back (he didn't dare touch himself), he loving the sight of the two women standing on either side of the bed. Black Canary and Zatanna, two of the most famous heroines of the Justice League. Both were in their late twentie...