There was one thing that put Eddie above the common criminal. Not his intellect, not his drive, nor even his stubborn will. No, Eddie’s true strength was his patience.
Patience was the key to any successful plan. An amateur sees a nice house full of nice things and breaks in that very same night. He gets his dumb ass caught, arrested, and thrown in Blackgate with the other meathead Neanderthals. A seasoned thief sees his target and waits. He watches, he learns, he memorizes routines until he knows the target better than they know themselves.
Eddie knew some things, too. Like how much Red seemed to enjoy getting down on her knees for Blondie. Damn near every night for the last two and half weeks, his Bat Babe was all too eager to put her mouth to work between her girlfriend’s supple thighs. A real people-pleaser, his Red. That was good to know.
Other little nuggets of info came to Eddie as he observed. Like how Red wore a wig. Part of the Batwoman getup, that long, flowing mane of crimson hair. That had been a little heartbreaking to find out, but it wasn’t a total betrayal. She was still a redhead under all that, just in a shorter dyke cut. All things considered, that shouldn’t have been a surprise.
Then there was the way Red liked to use her teeth. Playful bites all down Blondie’s body. But especially on those tits. She liked to tease those pink nipples. Always fun to see.
Eddie let out a low whistle as he sat back in his computer chair. He was getting hard just thinking about it. Not that he needed to think about it, with all the footage he already had. He checked the time on his desktop screen: half past midnight. She’d be swinging home any minute now. Which meant Eddie would be getting another personal show.
It was routine, he’d learned since setting up shop, for his Bat Beauty to get herself some sweetness from Blondie once she hung up the cape for the night. A ritual of intimacy, all the energy she couldn’t spend out on the Gotham streets getting unleashed on her big-tit honey. Red loved getting her fill of that magnificent rack - Eddie had to wonder how she’d handle a cock.
His, specifically.
There was a stirring between his legs as the scene played out in his head: Red down on her knees, fire in her eyes as he fed her a fat slab of dick. He’d give a full taste of what she’d been missing.
For now, it was just a delicious dream. Though not for long. Eddie had recorded hours of footage. Intimate moments between lovers, but the real jewel was a moment of Red getting sloppy, slipping into the apartment in full Bat garb. A little superheroine roleplay with Blondie. A fun watch, that one, even aside from how ecstatic Eddie was. Because now he had some leverage.
Getting their names from the apartment lease took only a scant bit of effort afterwards. A simple hack into the office servers.
Katherine Rebecca Kane. That was his Red. His Bat Babe. Not much of a digital footprint. She wasn’t into social media - lots of tabloids, though. Socialite by day, vigilante by night. Nobody would ever guess. And there was a hit in the US Military database. West Point cadet. That was surprising. High marks, but resigned, Eddie noted. Improper relations with a senior officer. There was a lot he could use there.
Then there was Margaret Sawyer. Maggie. Cop from Metropolis. Had a husband once and popped out a kid with him. Blondie had tasted dick before. Enough to enjoy it, no doubt.
Eddie chuckled to himself. Couldn’t help it. So many ideas swimming through his mind. Two and a half weeks was a long time for them to marinate in the twisted soup of his brain. Even the sharpest thinkers got swayed by naughty thoughts. He was only a man.
His cock lurched again, kept smothered by his pants. The image of Katie-Kins gagging on his meat flashed through his head. Eddie eyed the waste bin beside his desk, all those crumpled up wads of tissue paper. A few more rounds with himself and he’d turn his little squatter’s nest into a veritable goon-cave.
Then… a beeping tone from his computer.
Eddie smirked. The movement sensors he’d set up had pinged. Rooftop activity. He clicked the live feed and his nerves prickled all under his skin. Excitement buzzed his hair on end.
Red had come home.
Tiny wheels squeaked as Eddie scooted his chair across the room. He parked himself in front of the grimy apartment window - taped up all over with old newspaper except for a narrow slit. With him sitting, it was right at eye-level. And it was just big enough to peep through with his binoculars. The coverage was necessary. As far as everybody outside was concerned, this building was abandoned, set to be renovated. Eddie liked that just fine.
He leaned in, putting his face up to the special stand he built, peeking through the binoculars. With them he could see across the way to the tall, wide windows of the Batwoman’s home nest. The place was still dark, sweet Maggie Sawyer nowhere to be seen. Late night at work, most likely. Eddie’s heart raced faster then. Maybe he’d be treated to a solo performance tonight.
A couple minutes passed before he saw her. The lights came on and there she was, moving through the living room in nothing but a tank top and panties. Both black, both plain. No armor disrobing tonight. A small disappointment swept clear away by the delight of seeing all that pale skin.
Eddie watched Red move, admiring the strides of those long legs. His binoculars were top quality - swiped them from a shipping warehouse last year - and they let him see the rippling of her thighs as she walked. The faint flexing of her shoulder muscles as she drew open the fridge. Little things like that, they drove him wild.
Tone and taut, his Red. A very fit young woman. But woman undeniably. Those dark panties clung to wide hips and that sweet peach of an ass. That perfect spot between firm and plump, looking so fine and soft and smooth that Eddie wanted to take a bite out of it.
Kate turned, bottle in hand. Not wine. An energy drink. She tossed her head back for a long swig. Eddie watched her gulp it down, enamored by the working of her throat. Such a lovely neck. How would it bulge when she was choking on his cock?
Then Red was moving again. Not purposeful like she did as the Batwoman. These were long, lazy strides. Sensual even. A woman at rest. Comfortable. It was always a treat to watch her go.
She reached the living room coach. Put her arms above her head, a long stretch that had her tank top pulled snug over her tits. Her nipples poked through the fabric. The top rode up over her tummy too, letting Eddie see the lines of her abdomen. A very fit young woman, indeed.
“Fucking tease…” Eddie murmured. His cock was hard as could be now, swollen to a maddening ache. Straining against the tent it made in his pants.
Grunting, he brought his ass to the edge of his chair. Still peeking through the binoculars, he fumbled at his fly. A quick tug had his pants past his knees and his cock flopping out in the open. He closed his fingers around the shaft and let out a low hiss. Heat boiled in his gut - frothed in his balls.
His Red was lounging now, splayed back on the couch, looking so perfect in her normalcy. Her hand was settled on the swath of exposed tummy, fingertips so close to the edge of her panties.
Eddie hoped, prayed for a show. Still, Red was delicious enough on her own. Especially garbed in so little.
He closed his fingers tighter and started to stroke.
- - -
Red would lounge for the next hour or so before heading to bed. Sweet Maggie wouldn’t arrive until even later. No skin show for Eddie that time. Only a small disappointment. He still had hours of footage to entertain himself with. But even that was starting to grow stale.
The next day, Eddie found himself possessed by an emboldened spirit. The very same that drove him to follow Red that first night, to set up his peeping nest, to plant those sensors on her roof.
The lovebirds had day jobs - or at least Maggie did. Kate spent the sunny hours as a rich party girl. Either way, that left the home nest empty for quite a chunk of time during the day. The opportunity was now too juicy to ignore.
Getting over there was tricky but manageable. A necessary inconvenience. Cameras weren’t a problem. It was witnesses he had to avoid. Sneaking through the neighboring tower, hopping to the fire escape, child’s play. More physical than he liked, but Red was worth it.
There was a token up in those rooms, waiting to be claimed, waiting for a man brave enough.
That’s what drove Eddie on. A small piece of her. That’s all he wanted.
Yet as Eddie stood at her apartment door, he knew that like the old footage, eventually even that would not be able to sate him.
Still, he pushed on.
He didn’t have to worry about an alarm. He’d hacked the local grid the same day he set up shop in his peep nest. A simple program on his phone left him nigh invisible until he turned it off.
Yet his heart was racing as he picked the lock… and it jumped as he heard the click. The buzz remained strong as he pushed the door open. He held his breath as he stepped through the threshold, stepped into the realm of Red and Blondie.
Slowly, slowly, Eddie moved through the space, the home. His eyes scanned, noting the little things as he went. The decorative paintings that lined the walls, artsy and abstract. Not Kate’s type. Maggie’s doing, most likely. Cheap pieces, too, like the stuff he’d find in a chain store. No real meaning but to look cozy. Eddie liked that. The simplicity of it. It looked nice so it was there. Made his prey feel… true. Honest.
From the hall, into the living room. There was a blanket thrown crumpled over the backrest of the couch, creamy peach cotton over dark polyester. Old magazines and unopened letters strewn over the coffee table. Half-finished glass of water. Smart TV set on a low, wooden stand. Eddie could see himself reflected in the blackness of the screen.
Intruder. Hunter. Still empty-handed.
He swept into the bedroom. Dark. Scented. Jasmine. Maggie again. If it was Kate, the place would smell like sweat and sex. Eddie’s cock stirred.
He spotted the dresser once his eyes adjusted to the dark. Made a beeline. Wrenched it open. Frowned.
Lace. Black, white, pink, red. Satin, as well. Frilly, skimpy things. Not Kate’s style.
He pulled open the drawer beneath it. Smiled.
Bingo.
Plain panties. Bras. Black, gray, navy blue. Functional. Comfortable. Made for a working body. Eddie’s prick twitched again. He snatched up a pair, the same type he’d seen on her the night before. The fabric was soft and smooth between his fingers. He could have sworn they were warm, too. Like she’d just been wearing them.
There was a new scent through the jasmine. Not sweet, but light. Feminine. It tickled at his nostrils.
Eddie brought the panties up. Took a whiff. Let out a sigh.
Red. His Red.
His body would demand more later, but for now… he found his token. A small token of victory.