Terry felt something was off.
 
Ever since he locked horns with the elusive and slippery slime-tar woman, Inque, the sabateour has managed to escape both times and even overpower him in at least one way or another. Thankfully the last time they clashed he found out an important factor; her weakness to water. However, provoking that had forced him on the retreat and allowed her to escape.
 
The moment he arrived at the latest crime scene, Inque's handiwork was around but nobody was there to corroborate if she was nearby. Gritting his teeth, he was forced to report in with old man Bruce Wayne, informing him of the failure to check on anything. Ordered to haul ass back to the cave, he complied, feeling like there was nothing more he could do.
 
Once he piloted the Batmobile homeward bound, he felt a sluggish delay in his controls, if only by a second or two. Perhaps it was due for a maintenance check? He didn't remember doing anything especially dangerous with the vehicle, but he was sure it was just an older piece of advanced tech. Who knows what this automobile runs on?
 
"Hey boss," He thought to mention out loud, the luminous red overcast over his suit gave an eerie illumination as he spoke to him over the Batmobile's comm system. "Car's feeling kinda sluggish, just thought to give you an FYI."
 
"Park," Bruce replied gruffly from his massive screened computer, ignoring his modern slang speak as he glared. "And I'll run a diagnostic."
 
Swerving in and around the open path crafted for the aerial vehicle, Terry landed his craft with a whirring deceleration before it finally rested on the landing pad. Lights turned on in synchrony, one after the other making thudding sounds, to light up the many dark recesses of the massive underground system. Once the systems had adjusted to its landing, Batman exited the aircraft, hearing a not too distant Bruce say something that made him wary.
 
"It's too heavy."
 
Taking a few steps forward, he felt himself hear something in the backdrop. He looked to the network of stalactites and stalagmites, wondering if some inhuman creature was making its motions nearby. But a gurgling swirl of familiar proportions began to whirl in a gelatinous black shape from behind; something only the not-too-distant ex-Caped Crusader saw with wide blue eyes.
 
"LOOK OUT!" He called out, making a dash away from the computer while Terry turned in response a moment too late.
 
"GAH!" A lancing tendril bludgeoned him in the chest, the suit bracing the worst of it but didn't disable the wind that was knocked from his lungs. Pushing back with a frightening elasticity, the violet-black mass smashed his back through one, two, three stalactite formations with thunderous crashes before he hit a cave wall.
 
"AGH! ULF!" He was ripchorded around to slam face first in the ground, then back first and face first again into the sediment flooring away from the old plated walkway he was on moments ago. Pain radiated his being from every point of his torso and skull, his vision going awry in a bout of dizziness. He tried to rasp for air, but felt his turn against his will.
 
"Uhhhhhhhhhhnnnnnn," Terry groaned, feeling himself twirl around with the tendril grip, soon twining around the bottom of his shoulders over his chest, creating thick binds of oily coils. Revolving around, the dizzied Knight Beyond moaned uselessly, twirled around helplessly in several revolutions. Finishing at the top of his wrists, he'd feel a strong force grip him and haul him up with a nauseating momentum straight to the top of the cave with another sickening crash.
 
"Nnnnnnnngh," The Tomorrow Crusader groaned through clenched teeth, seeing faint ripples in the black tendril that anchored him to the ceiling. The sight became clearer as he was unpinned from the sediment, now hung erect in an awkward horizontal shift to it with barely a foot's distance. The coils too began to change shape and grip him in a single claw-like vice over him, making him groan out as his head lolled back and Inque's primary upper body formed across from him.
 
"Open wide," Inque spoke in a chilling but sensual tone, her white-spotted ovular shaped head looking down at him, causing the Beyond Knight to do the same. The vice pulled apart for a brief iota of time before a crushing squeeze was implemented around his body. From the bunched up shoulders, to his squirming arms and the chest cavity joined with the spine and abdomen he felt everything was about to implode from the sheer force of it.
 
Squinting, he let out a loud cry of pain like none before.
 
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHLLLLLLLMMMMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFF!" Cut off with a sudden plunge of oily liquid mashed straight into his wide orifice, the Batman saw the white-spotted head of Inque had smashed itself over his mouth and smothered his maw with its sticky and tangy taste. With the face oozing into his mouth, Terry's eyes grimaced and his legs began to kick as his throat suddenly accepted a painful bulge, gulping down into his body; through both sides of his body.
 
"HRRRRRRRMMMMMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFPH!" Turning his head to the side, the wide-eyed teenager gurgled out in protest as hands balled up and his feet kicked in a futile resistance to the gorging sensation he was receiving. Twisting his head back as saliva-coated globs of ink slid down his jaw, dripping onto his chest and the far-ground below as Inque's legs held her surprisingly stretched frame in check.
 
Terry's wrists tried to stretch the pliant material that held him in a covetuous embrace, his throat emitting gurgled squeals as he was barely able to emit a sound. Lungs were burning on the inside as he was drowning on the substance that was invading him orally, his stomach oppositely swelling up with a cool churning that swirled around his gut. Swallow after swallow, the torturous method of subsuming his life continued as tears welled up behind the cowl's eye-slits, unable to even think straight as his nostrils ebbed the liquid-slime.
 
"HRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRK!" Terry growls turned into a guttural choke, his legs slowing the kicks and the hands relinquishing the fists into clawing grips. The indentions of his arms made in his upper body struggle began to lessen and his body continued to slow as the muscles in his appendages began to numb between the spikes of agony. Even as his insides were being filled up, his vision darkening, he couldn't think of anything but the ceaseless motion of Inque pouring through his mouth and down his throat.
 
"Ullllllllllllpppppphh," He gargled out as his arms fell limply to his sides and his legs hung morbidly still, his suit-covered form swaying in his ingesting hold. Eyes rolled back, his lungs and stomach down to his intestines sliding with the sloshing contents of the ink-woman's essence. As he continued to twitch and shudder in the grasp of his attacker, he'd slowly shake as the liquid essence began to fold over his cowl and down his neck.
 
He'd be pulled in, slowly consumed by the slime-woman as his body lied cold and full of her own anatomy as his neck down to his shoulders would flow into a gelatinous ovular opening. Rippling over his muscular form, his gripped shoulders down to his limp hands followed the rest of the absorbed appendage of hers, audible gulps made in sickening echoes within the cave's upper recesses. With his toned pelvic region being entrapped along with erect legs, Inque moaned aloud as she finally devoured the drowned Batman into herself.
 
Lowering herself down to her legs, she'd be embroiled in the prominent bulge made beneath her white-spotted head, secretly grinning at her dark deed done. Knowing that she was only half done, she turned to see Bruce struggling with a fire hose while wearing an old theatrical looking mask. With a slash, she cut the inept, old head of the firehouse before she'd wrap around his neck and slowly squeeze the life out of him.
 
All while Terry's body, curled into a fetal position, lied cold and lifeless within her delicious ink-coated belly.