BatGirl and BatMan

A response to
Dear "best guy friend",
I sit at your soccer games in the pouring rain without an umbrella, go to the sketchy comic book store with you, and am willing the be the BatGirl to your BatMan so I can pass out candy with you on Halloween.
Sincerely, are you really that oblivious?!

She was definitively ready. She had never been more ready in her life as she carefully adjusted the cleavage on the tight leather costume and rung the doorbell, shooting a look on the jack-o-lantern next to her stiletto heel. This was the night she was getting her man, her Batman. The door opened a few seconds later and she barged in with her hand on his chest, pushing him backwards until his back hit the wall with a small thump.
"Your Batgirl is here," she purred in his ear and pressed her firm breasts agaist him. Not much was visible of his face, but what little was showed absolute surprise. "Don't look so suprised," she purred and kissed him, taking time to nibble at his lower lip before kneeling down and unbuckling his belt slowly, running her hands up his stomach and down his muscular thighs several times before cupping his crotch. He tried jumping back but only met the wall and she smiled slyly up at him before putting her mouth slowly to the growing buldge and blowing her warm breath through the layers of fabric. He moaned and grabbed for her hair, dislocating her mask in the process, but she simply took it off and laid it beside her on the floor.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered before removing the trousers of the costume and stroke her finger down the length of the cock still trapped in the boxershorts. It twitched slightly as she snuck her hand down and around the balls while taking hold of the hem of the underwear and pulled it out before helping to get it off with her hands. "A big boy, aren't you?"
She grinned as she slowly leaned in and put her lips to the tip of the cock, looked innocently up at him and heard him groan

Aaand because I'm about to fall asleep at the keyboard I'm leaving you with that cliffhanger. Right in the middle of a sentence. I'll hopefully feel better after a cup of tea.