Chapter one: We shouldn't be doing this
This is a relationship that I feel would be really cool if it could happen. This is basically my take on how it would start out. I rated it M just in case, but there's hardly anything explicit in it. Read on.
The vehicle sped incongruously toward its destination, the roar of the engine almost acting as a calming sound to the driver. Maybe because it was the main din he had heard at every dawn when he usually returned to his domicile; it signified the end of patrol, the period of rest from subduing criminals and lowlifes. But then, it was also a hated sound because he detested having to revert back to the status quo. Normalcy had slowly started to fill him with a quiet dread. He honestly felt more alive when he was striking fear into the hearts of lawbreakers. And at this particular time and on this particular night, he had another reason to dread going home. The car maneuvered a slightly uneven scape and swiftly made its entry into a clandestine cave. Seconds later, the car gently eased up its pace as came to its destination: the Bat cave. Bruce Wayne, the billionaire who beat up felons at night, came out of the automobile once it was parked. He slowly trudged toward his trusted butler and confidant, Alfred, who at the moment tried unsuccessfully, to hide his concern at his master's visage.
"Rough night, Sir?", Alfred asked, with a healthy mix of sarcasm and worry. It was only able to evoke a grunt from the costume clad crime fighter. "I suppose it's straight to bed till further notice, isn't it Master Bruce?" The cowl that hid his identity was swiftly pulled off and tossed aside as he continued to walk unabated to the elevator that rose up into the mansion.
"Make a note, Alfred. The CrossBones Gang has upped their tech—not to mention their combat techniques". He heard as Alfred began to say something in regard to his last statement, but it was lost on him as he entered the lift and began his ascent. Sauntering through the darkened corridors of his abode that seemed to mirror his mind at the moment, he eventually reached his bedroom door, hesitating a little before going inside. The moonlight descended in through the windows that faced the foot of his bed, and the room was further illuminated incessantly by short bursts of lightening that preceded booming thunderclaps. In moments, he had painstakingly removed the costume that represented a persona that haunted him and kept certain ghosts away at the same time, leaving his nudity exposed briefly by the continued flashes of lightening that were now punctuations for a steady stream of rain from a thunderstorm. He now stood in front of the mirror, gazing at his new wounds and bruises, their freshness distorting the appearance of others that had almost healed. He sighed as he heard his bedroom windows open to his left, closing his eyes and hoping it was not who he knew it was, hoping for something he knew could not possibly be otherwise.
His head slowly turned to make out the dark silhouette of a woman, standing unmoving in front of windows that she had now closed. Her hair, dark and luscious and presently wet, fell around her shoulders and behind her back, drenched from the downpour. This caused most of her golden tiara to be obscured slightly from view, as well as a part of her beautiful face. She stood somewhat defiantly, as if silently daring Bruce to make it known that she was not wanted. His impassive expression did very well to conceal the tug of war between desire and resistance that went on in his mind. The very sight of her endued him with a fire, a burning heat that was almost as strong as his need for vigilantism. He clenched his fists and searched within himself for some sort of strength against these…."unorthodox" feelings.
"May I come in, Bruce?", she inquired, and Bruce could tell, even though he couldn't see her face, that she was smirking. He walked a bit closer to her, the only thing separating them being a few feet and the darkness in between, the latter which continued to dance with the flashes of lightning. He stood unashamed, seeking to make what he would say next, sound more confident than he felt. 'You shouldn't be here, Diana", his teeth almost clenching as he forced himself to say it, noting that his proximity to her made it harder. "The first time was a mistake. We were both…vulnerable. The second and third times happened because of the first, because we didn't want to be alone and wanted to spend time in someone's arms, even if it was just for a while. But it's best if we stop now, if we…..Diana, please stop….just—please". He had trailed off the point and had started pleading with her to no avail as she started to remove her clothing and in short, tension filled seconds, she had taken off her red vest and boots, tiara and starred blue underwear. All she had on her soaked figure now were her wrist band bracelets and golden belt, forcing Bruce to close his eyes in frustration after taking one look at her. Damn the bodily perfection of this goddess, he thought.
"Bruce, I know what you're thinking; that this should not be happening. But the truth is—I cannot stop thinking about you. How you feel, how you taste, how you smell— it is simply indulgence, one that is justified by our present needs and status as adults who are capable of making their own decisions". By this time she had closed the distance that had parted them and had gently placed her two hands on his burly chest. She saw as he flinched slightly at the icy touch of her wristbands, his eyes still shut tight, against the sight of her and the temptation she brought along with her. Their bodies were basically pressed against each other now, and she noticed with silent amazement that despite that, his manhood still remained unexcited. She smiled to herself as she considered the self control of this man who set her body on fire. He is not even a superhuman, like those of us in the League, she thought, so where does he summon the inner strength and willpower that most of us do not even possess? Using one of her hands, she brought his head forward ever so slightly as she leaned forward a bit so as to whisper in his ear. "Bruce", she whispered hoarsely, huskily, "please, come and let us explore this passion together". Her lips departed from his ear and made their way down to his neck, where they embraced it with a tender fervor. He gritted his teeth more severely than before as he felt his defenses melt away, allowing him to give in against his better judgment. He suddenly grabbed her possessively and lifted her in the air, throwing her upon his bed. He was sure that he wouldn't remember the next few hours, his thoughts caked with lust as he crawled on the bed to meet her, engaging her in a fierce kiss that dropped all inhibition. She moaned eagerly into his mouth, her hands travelling across his back and through his hair as her legs wrapped around him. They then proceeded to do what they meant to do—lose themselves in each other. Even if it was just for a while.
If you like this, you should read and review. That would be nice. I was thinking of doing this as a stand alone story, but i think I'm going to turn it into a multi chapter thing.
