Of Bats, Cats and Princesses!
(I do not own any of the characters. They belong to DC Comics. Written for fun, not profit)
Diana stirred and yawned. She opened her eyes and squinted, adjusting to the glare of the sunlight that poured in through the windows. Should have drawn the blinds.
She turned over and smiled in pleasure.
He is still here.
A tad unusual for the batman, who usually rose way before the sunrise, all geared and ready for action. Nevertheless, she was pleased. It was one of those rare times where she actually got to watch him sleep and admire his male beauty.
She looked at him intently. It had only been a few years since she had made acquaintance with the male species…with him, yet she still found herself marveling at the differences between them. She looked first at his handsome face.
His eyes were sewn shut, a set of thick lashes sweeping his cheeks. He had a sharp steady nose, a roman nose. And lips...those sensuous lips that made her quiver with pleasure night after night. She lightly traced a finger along his jaw and leaned forward to kiss him gently on the lips.
She looked lower at his bare chest, lightly dusted with crisp black hair. Not an ounce of fat on his belly, just hard sinew and muscles everywhere. His arms rested at his sides, strong and heavily muscled as was the rest of him. She reached out and tangled her fingers through the hair on his chest following its trail downwards. The lower half of his naked body was covered with a blanket and just as she reached his lower abdomen, his hand caught hers.
She gasped and her eyes shot up. He still looked to be asleep. Then she heard his gruff morning voice.
"Don't rub the lamp unless you want the genie to appear."
A lazy smile spread across his face. She leaned forward and kissed him again.
"I was just….exploring. You are a very beautiful man."
His eyes flew open at that and he gave her an incredulous look.
"Men don't usually take being called beautiful as a compliment."
She laughed and rose from the bed, grabbing her negligee to wrap around her light pink satin nightdress.
He rose too, completely oblivious to the fact that he was stark naked. She turned and swallowed, feeling a blush creep across her cheeks.
The man had no shame whatsoever.
He turned back to her and saw her staring at her feet, stealing occasional glances at him. He grinned.
"Your modesty is refreshing, considering how you very nearly brought my house down with your howls last night."
She blushed deeper. "Bruce!" She hissed between her teeth.
He had the gall to laugh at her embarrassment.
He walked around the bed to her and lifted her chin with his hand. She gazed up into his laughing eyes and felt a warmth within her. It was like living a dream. She had pursued him for two long years before gaining his trust and his love.
She felt herself melt into his arms as he drew her close and took possession of her mouth.
Minutes later, he pulled away from her and gazed into her eyes.
"We best be getting ready Princess. Everyone in the watchtower would be wondering where the devil we are by now."
She groaned.
"What am I gonna say?"
He flashed her another cheeky grin. "Tell them you were being taken to heaven and back."
"Bruce!!"
He laughed a hoarse, throaty laughter.
"Don't you have a modest bone in that amazing body of yours?"
"Would you rather that I blush in a similar shade to yours?"
It was her turn to laugh.
Hours later, she walked towards the monitor room of the watch tower to meet with him. They had a corporate party to attend that evening.
He was tapping keys on the computer, his concentration focused on his work. She knew better than to disturb him and took a nearby seat, patiently waiting for him to finish.
He had on his batsuit, face expressionless. Somehow, it terrified her to see him as the batman. She was afraid that she would lose her Bruce. Surely that was a puzzling notion since it was the batman that she fell in love with in the first place.
"Five minutes and I'll be done here." His voice was passive and emotionless. She felt a familiar fear grip her.
Then precisely five minutes later, he gathered a stack of papers in a neat pile and turned to her.
"I'm all yours princess."
She let out a quiet sigh of relief at the gentle tone. He only used that tone on her.
The Bat wasn't a man to display his affections publicly but he didn't mind it one bit when she slipped her hand in his and leaned over to peck him on the cheek.
He made a mental note to return the kiss….in private.
They walked to the elevator hand-in-hand. No one was in sight.
"So, what will you be wearing tonight?" he asked as he jabbed at the button.
She grinned at him cheekily.
"Oh you'll see. I'd love to watch your jaw hit the ground."
He grinned back, a masculine grin.
"Will you be wearing your lacy black lingerie with the garters underneath?"
She knew that he could be outrageous when he wanted to be, but no amount of preparation could ever prepare her for it. He always managed to get a blush out of her.
"Bruce!!" She hissed, embarrassed to her toes.
He had the nerve to laugh.
She got off at her storey and turned to him. His eyes were still twinkling with mischief.
"I can't wait for the party to be over already. So that I can peel off your gown and everything under it..piece by piece."
She clapped her hands over her ears and whistled loudly as she turned to rush to her room but she still heard his laughter ringing in her ears.
Diana spent the next few hours exfoliating, conditioning, moisturizing and accessorizing. It was her first major public appearance as Bruce Wayne's leading lady and she wanted to look the part.
Two hours later, she heard the knock on her door. She rose from the dresser and smoothed out her gown.
She smiled to herself, feeling the excitement build up within her as she walked to answer the door.
The door opened and he stood there, a single rose in his hand.
She took in a deep breath. Somehow, every time she saw him without his bat suit, it knocked the wind out of her.
He was wearing a black formal suit with a pristine white shirt underneath, complete with a bowtie. It had been tailored to perfection, fitting him snugly to bring out the best of his hard, sculpted and defined male form. His black leather shoes were polished to shine like marble. He looked every bit the famous billionaire playboy the world knew him as.
He was definitely male, dashingly male….devastatingly male.
Her knees felt wobbly.
He was assessing her just as thoroughly.
She was a spectacular vision to behold. It took a bit of willpower to keep his jaw in place.
She hadn't been kidding afterall.
Her turquoise gown fit like a glove. It was an off-shoulder piece that fit snugly and had a slit up to the thigh. He skimmed over her creamy shoulders and the expanse of beautiful white bosom that the gown didn't hide.
His vision lowered and he swallowed. Her shapely legs were exposed because of the slit. Legs were among his biggest turn-ons and Lord...what gorgeous legs they were!
The matching heels, studded with diamonds served to enhance the elegance of the gown and emphasized the length of her legs.
He was suddenly reluctant to show her off in the company of lustful corporate moguls. He wanted her all to himself, to drink in her beauty and die intoxicated.
He looked at his watch. 7pm. Darn it!
It was too late to carry out what was on his mind.
He contemplated missing the party all together but he chanced to look up at her beautiful face and saw the excitement in her eyes. He relented and willed himself to forget his raunchy thoughts…for the moment.
She smiled at him, a dazzling smile. "Oh Bruce! This is so exciting. I haven't been to a party for a long time."
"And you're going to be the most beautiful woman there."
He gave her the rose and held out his elbow. She slipped her hand around it.
An hour later, their presence was announced as they entered the great hall.
The place was crawling with entrepreneurs and royalty from all parts of the world.
She scrutinized the enormous room, taking in its grandeur.
She felt like everything was a dream as he led her from one couple to another, introducing her. She smiled and exchanged pleasantries but didn't really feel like she was even present.
Every man she was introduced to had the same reaction. They gawked at her, eyes wide and jaws dropped before gushing out throngs of praises so lame that she started to feel nauseous. She secretly hoped that none of them actually salivated since they all looked like they were about to.
She was more amused by the women's reaction to Bruce. They giggled behind their hands at everything he said and found any excuse at all to touch him.
One plump lady in particular seemed completely enthralled by him. She was wearing a hideous tomato-colored gown which matched her ruddy complexion. She had the gall to elbow Diana aside and plant herself between Bruce and her.
"Bruce! What a delight! I haven't seen your handsome self in a long time," Diana heard her gush.
"Mrs. Dawson. It's a pleasure to see you too. You're looking very fetching…as always."
She preened at the compliment and fell into a fit of giggles, thrusting her massive bosom at him.
Bruce looked over the short, portly woman's head and winked at Diana.
Diana smiled. She was a little surprised that he actually mingled well with people.
A complete contrast from the Batman. No one would have guessed.
She looked around the hall again. The men wore identical shades of black and white while the women wore brilliants colors…white, green, pink, yellow…name it and it was there. Their faces were painted with thick makeup and precious stones adorned their ears, necks and wrists.
Diana felt strangely under-dressed.
Then she caught sight of another odd-ball. A woman standing at the bar. She was in a black gown, cut low enough to reveal an ample amount of bosom.
She watched as the woman turned with a glass of martini and stood by herself, scanning the crowd as was she.
She was beautiful.
Brunette with striking green eyes.
She watched the woman's eyes rest on something. Her eyes widened and then narrowed as a seductive, knowing smile spread across her face.
She seemed to be the type who always got what she wanted.
She watched the woman smile wider and followed her line of sight.
It was not something she was watching…it was someone!
Her someone!
Keep your paws of my man Lady!
She turned and pushed her way towards Bruce, now surrounded by a clutter of women, wanting to show that woman that he was taken.
Then she saw his face. He was staring back at her, his eyes wide.
It can't be.
Bruce wasn't the kind of man to be taken in by a woman's charms so easily. It had taken even her a long time to win him over. And she knew she was considered very beautiful in this man's world.
But that look…
He looked dazed…..mesmerized.
She felt a tug of jealousy.
Diana reached him and slipped her arm around his. He looked down at her, seemingly in confusion.
"Diana..Where were you?"
Diana? What happened to Princess?
His gaze went back to the woman.
She tugged at his sleeve. "I'm tired. Let's go."
"What? But we just got here."
She threw him an irritated glance.
"Well I'm tired of being ogled at."
"Very well."
She slipped her hand into his and very nearly dragged him off the floor.
As they walked out, she turned.
She watched the woman narrow her eyes, a sly smile touching her scarlett lips before she raised her glass in a silent toast.
As if to say…let the better woman win.
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