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Tempest: because the moments after that first kiss are turbulent, tremulous and terrific.

"It could take some time to tell you everything. Did you need to do anything? I don't want to keep you from patrol."
"It's storming in Gotham tonight. There won't be much going on. I can take the time."
 -"Interrogation Tactics - Chapter 3: Witness Testimony

Batman was having a great night on patrol. Usually, a good night was busting a few heads, maybe throwing a few bodies against a wall, but no visits from any of the more violent characters he was accustomed to fighting. This time, barely anyone emerged due to the violent storm sweeping through Gotham. He heard it was called a Derecho, a straight-line windstorm that flew in fast and furious, lighting the night sky. He took cover in St. Michael's Cathedral's bell tower, watching the clouds roll through like a tidal wave.

The Dark Knight stood there, his cape flapping violently behind him, watching as the storm blew the few trees along the street corridor almost in half. He could almost feel the lightning touch him; the static tickled up his arms and legs, and seemed to dance down his spine. Simply orgasmic. This was the only way he could describe how he felt before reporting to his self-appointed duty of protecting his city.

His city...Gotham. He claimed ownership of it, no matter how arrogant it sounded. Now he can claim another treasure, even more glorious than his city on a lightning filled summer night.

Wonder Woman. Diana.

He had finally showed the beautiful Amazon how he felt about her. In fact, after careful analysis and re-living certain...encounters...he came to realize that she had pursued him. She unknowingly had help from three suicidal friends, but that was beside the point. Diana had taken the risk, and approached him in a way he could not help but notice.

She allowed him to perform a maneuver on her that he hadn't done since his younger days carving out a playboy reputation. Tequila, lime, salt, sugar, and Diana - it was supposed to only be an icebreaker; she challenged him, he challenged her right back. An unusually bright lighting bolt streaked through the sky, reflecting the jolt he had felt when he first kissed her. He could still taste her on his tongue.

She was an exciting mixture of innocence and passion, gentleness and aggression, infinitely wise, yet sweetly pure. And he was discovering her rebellious, daring streak. He blindly trapped himself in her Lasso of Truth, and she took advantage of its revealing power. But when she had a chance to know everything within his soul, she pulled back and let him show her how he felt in his own way.

"Show me," she said. And so he did.

He was rough at first. He couldn't help it - all the years of frustration exploded in one kiss. She had pushed him back, and he was afraid that she would shove him away. He deserved it; he had done the same to her so many times. But she calmed him down, set the pace for their revelations. He would follow her lead.

He could still feel the way she explored him. She kissed him with a tenderness no one else had ever shown. But when he kissed her back, she answered with a fire that seared his skin. He wanted to give her everything he had been holding back since the first time he saw her. He didn't believe in love at first sight, but her heroic charge into battle that day she appeared planted the seed in his heart that grew over time.

He would have been content with the kisses they shared. He would have been frustrated, but at least the door was open for them to explore what they had at a leisurely pace. But then she uttered the next three words that pushed him past the point of no return...

"Show me more."

He nearly took her right then and there, despite their location and circumstances. She was willing; he was ready. It was only by chance that they were stopped. He wondered if she really was prepared for it. He wanted the chance to do it right.

Two days, that's when they would have the date he owed her for years. They were going to see each other between now and then, but they would be in uniform. He wasn't going to make the mistake of using team issues to keep her away, but there were secrets that they both had to maintain.

This was going to be torture.

He checked the chronometer on his gauntlet. It was almost midnight; he had an appointment to meet with a friend. He was calling in a favor that would make the two days worth the wait. He would have to brave the storm, but he didn't care. Nothing could stop him now.

Batman shot a cable to an antenna on a building across the block. Thinking better of it, he retracted the cable and re-launched it to a gargoyle on the other side. He was already losing his head over her. He was out in a storm - don't invite a lightning strike by attaching to a lightning rod. He launched himself into the wind, reveling in the sheer, raw power of nature's fury. He could have used the Batmobile to get where he needed...but where was the fun in that?

He let out a primal roar as he flew through the night sky. The wind swallowed the sound, but that didn't matter. Let the storm match his elation. Tonight, they were one.

Diana stood at the top of the Themysciran Embassy. She watched as storm clouds approached her building, a long line of lightning filled tempest racing towards her. She stood tall and proud, letting the warm, wet wind flow around her. Her hair lifted off her shoulder, exposing a quickly fading mark on her neck. Yet while the blush disappeared quickly through her supernatural healing power, the effect was still burning through her body.

As clearly as Batman had marked her, she knew she had marked him as well. She called him out, bypassing all the excuses he'd given her and tempted him with an offer he couldn't refuse. So she didn't really expect to go through with it, but he had challenged her back. And Amazons don't back down from challenges. She just won't tell anyone that she shyly shuffled up to hers instead of marched bravely into battle.

Diana marveled at the feeling coursing through her. She had lived centuries, but never felt like this before. The sweetest ache settled in her stomach, and relief could only come from his touch; one that she never would have experienced if she hadn't broken the rules. She was smashing through them now, engaging in a relationship with a man. There would be repercussions for this. Such were the consequences of love.

She raised her arms from her side, mimicking the gesture she gave to Bruce. Slowly, she rose into the air, allowing the wind to blow her slightly backwards. He had pushed her back much rougher than that. She lifted her arms higher, letting the wind buffet across her body. He had touched her skin so much more forcefully. She touched where he kissed her skin: her lips, her neck, her shoulders. She ran her fingertips across the tops of her breasts. She still felt the delicious heat hours after it had happened.

Her hair whipped around her face; the storm was approaching fairly quickly. She stared it down, a smirk playing across her lips. He was like this storm. Fast. Dangerous. Intense.

And beautiful. Awesomely, darkly beautiful.

She felt the static before the lightning struck. She raised her arms to catch it, allowing her bracelets to take the brunt of the charge. The energy raced down her body. This was the closest she was allowed to the release she was denied. She had never done the actual sexual act, but she knew what was involved. The lightning was nice...but it was not him.

She challenged him when he couldn't say how he felt about her. She knew...she wasn't blind. But to hear it would have been an affirmation that he knew it, too. She could have forced it out of him, but as he said you didn't do that to people you love. And if he didn't say it, she would.

She loved him. And she wanted to let him tell her in his own way. So she gave him an invitation, to take or leave as he saw fit.

"Show me." And he did. Sweet Aphrodite, he did indeed.

They were so close to doing it all. It had happened so fast; first taste, first real kiss, first...but it wasn't meant to be. Maybe it was for the best. The circumstances could have been better. It wouldn't have been proper to get down and dirty in a Watchtower laboratory, especially for their first time. He was correct in wanting to slow down. But, damn it, she had waited so long for him. How much longer could she wait now that she has his flavor firmly in her memory?

Two days. That's when she would see him again. Well, they would definitely run into each other on the Watchtower, but it's not like they could show how they felt. Could they? The mask would be firmly in place. Would she be able to see past it? She had a glimpse, so she knew what to look for.

The storm was almost on top of her now. She wanted it to flow over her, stroke her skin, and leave its scent in her hair. Ah, who was she kidding? She had a mind to fly to Gotham, find her Dark Knight, and continue what they had started. But the storm would have to make due. For now.

She faced the oncoming tempest. Its lightning flashed through the night sky. Bright, bold, and beautiful.

"Show me more."

Recollect me darling raise me to your lips / Two undernourished egos four rotating hips / Hold onto me tightly I'm a sliding scale / Can't endure then you can't inhale - Inertia Creeps - Massive Attack

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