Chapter 1: Bruce's Goal.

Football season ended with the Justice High Knights winning the national championship. All of the members of the team were happy and proud of their accomplishments. However the quarterback was not. He didn't have any sort of feeling of satisfaction. He wanted more.

Bruce Wayne played an outstanding game in the national championship but it wasn't enough. He felt like a typical high school athlete. In his mind, the team was the cause of this achievement. Bruce wanted more. He knew wrestling season was coming up and it was going to be a breeze. He was by far the best wrestler in the state and maybe in the nation at 220. But then he realized that at 182, there was someone who could challenge him. Someone who can satisfy his taste to be something more than a typical high school athlete. This season would be Bruce's chance to leave his mark.

"Okay men. It should be clear to all of us, that we have the makings of a championship squad this year." Coach Al Ghul announced to his wrestlers.

"Yes sir!" They replied loudly. They were all excited to start the season.

"As most of you know, we have wrestle offs for the varsity positions. Now for all you new men, let me tell you it's the fairest thing in the world. Any man who can defeat the number 1 man at his weight class, gets to wrestle varsity at that weight class. Now, any man that wants to wrestle the number 1 man at his weight class, raise your hand."

All the wrestlers looked around but no one raised their hand, except for Bruce.

Coach look at him confused. "Wayne, you're already number 1 at 220." All the wrestlers laughed.

"I know. I just wanna wrestle at 195." Bruce replied.

"What the fuck?" His friend Ollie Queen protested. Ollie was the number 1 man at 195.

"You can drop to 195?" Al Ghul asked in shock.

"Yea." Bruce answered.

"You stay in your own goddamn division. I ain't giving up my spot." Ollie barked.

"How did you drop the weight?" Al Ghul asked. He couldn't believe Bruce.

"Just working out and watching my diet." Bruce answered.

Coach looked at him for a moment and nodded. "Waylon, run the skills drill for me." Coach said to the heavyweight starter, Waylon Jones. His nickname was Killer Croc. "Wayne, come here a second, i want a word." He motioned Bruce towards him. Ollie mean mugged him as he walked off.

"Wayne, what's this all about?" He asked.

"I just wanna drop a weight." Bruce answered.

"WHY!?"

"Well i'm gonna drop two weights coach." Coach stared at him like he was crazy. "I'm serious i wanna wrestle 182."

Coach let out a sigh. "Look it was easy to drop down to 195. You weighed in at around 210 all of last season so you just rang the water out of your system. There's no reason to go all the way down to 182 and make life miserable on yourself."

"I wanna wrestle Slade this season, coach."

Coach's eyes nearly popped out of his skull. "Slade Wilson? The man they're calling Deathstroke? Nobody wants to wrestle Slade! Wayne, you're out of your mind!"

Bruce chuckled. "To tell you the trust i kinda worry about that."

Coach pressed his palm against his face and let out a sigh. "Fine. I'm gonna let you wrestle off against Ollie at 195, but if he kicks your butt, you're gonna gain all those pounds back on and then some. I want a full 220 pound power house out of you. None of this 10 to 15 pounds under weight crap like last season." Coach growled as he walked off.

Bruce and Ollie lined up facing each other in the circle ready for their challenge match. All of the other wrestlers lined up around the circle and watched. "Okay, on the whistle. Round 1, ready... " Ra's blew the whistle and the two wrestlers immediately tied up.

"Come on Ollie!" They cheered. The team wanted Bruce to lose because they needed him at 220.

Ollie pressured into Bruce allowing him to use his momentum to slip his arm under Ollie and hip toss him straight to his back. Ollie tried to bridge on his neck and roll out, but Bruce's pressure was relentless. Coach got down on the mat and paid close attention to the action. Ollie kept fighting but it was no use. Coach slammed his hand on the mat and signaled the pin.

Bruce ran home after practice to lose as much weight as possible. He wore a goofy looking sauna suit that helped him sweat as he ran across town to his house.

Ollie saw him running as he rode home on his motorcycle. He drove up close near Bruce and revved his engine to grab his attention. Bruce looked back and saw him. "Oh, Brother." He thought to himself as he kept going. Ollie then pulled up in front of him and cut him off. Bruce stopped and they stared at each other silently.

"Hey Ollie." Bruce broke the silence.

"You beat the holy living shit out of me today, Bruce." Ollie admitted.

"I guess i was just really up for it. Besides, you weren't at your best."

"Well i had the worst off day of my life."

"Like i said."

Ollie shook his head. "Shit, i couldn't beat you on my best day either." They shared a laugh. "So you headed home or what?" Ollie asked.

"Yeah i am. But don't worry about this too much. You'll still be wrestling number one at 195 before too long." He said as he took off jogging again.

"Give me a clue, how do i do that?"

"Because i won't be in that division to long."

"No shit? This is like a gift." He got back on his bike and rode up next to him again. "Hey, so what are you gonna be?"

"I'm going all the way down to 182 to try and take on Slade."

"Deathstroke?!" Ollie shrieked. He almost pulled away, he was so shocked by the answer. "Slade's a monster man! His own father had to use a live wire to keep him from fucking the fire place."

"Yea, i don't know all about that. All i know is that i'm gonna drop all the weight and get down on the mat with the guy.

"But why?"

"It's now or never."

"If i were you, i'd keep this a big secret. I wouldn't tell nobody about this. I wouldn't want Slade to know about this."

"So far i've told coach, Alfred, and you."

"Not even that girl you dating? What's her name?"

"Selina. And no, i didn't tell her. I don't want her freaking about about my weight just yet."

"Well, then your secret will die with me." Ollie assured him.

Bruce got home a few minutes later.

"Good evening Master Bruce." Alfred welcomed him home.

"Hey Alfred." He said as he dropped his backpack on the ground and started taking off his sauna suit. The normal room temperature felt like a blast off snow as he took it off.

"So, did you make your big announcement to the coach?" Alfred asked.

"Yea, i told him the story." Bruce answered.

"Did he go crazy?" Alfred chuckled.

"Yea, more or less. He still let me wrestle off for 195 and knows i'm gonna keep dropping to 182." Bruce was about to head up stairs but he wanted to ask Alfred's advice on this. "Hey, Alfred? Do you think i'm crazy? I feel like that's gonna be the consensus on this."

"I don't know Master Bruce. Is this Slade character really the terror they say he is?"

"Yea, he's pretty bad alright."

"Well then, this seems like the type of fight a more reasonable man might wanna avoid. You know you could end up being crippled." Alfred warned.

Bruce shook his head and chuckled. "Thanks Alfred."

Bruce opened the door to his room to see Selina laying on his bed. She was wearing just a black lace bra and panties. "Hey there, handsome." She seductively greeted him.

"Woah.." Is all he could spit out. "How'd you get in here?"

"I snuck in through the window, of course." She laughed playfully as she got up and strutted towards him. "How'd practice go?"

"It went... My god, you're really fucking me up right now." He said placing his hands on her hips.

She leaned in for a kiss, but then sniffed him, and almost puked. "Okay, let's take a shower together first."

"Probably a good idea."

Once they got in the shower, the hot steamy water covered their naked bodies, and Bruce had a chance to wash the stench off of him, their lips finally met. Their bodies pressed tightly against each other. She turned around and began grinding her ass against his flaccid penis. It didn't take long for it to become erect. She bent over and placed her hands on the shower wall as Bruce forced his member into her tight entrance.

"Oh, yea baby." She moaned as he entered her. "Just like that." She arched her back for him.

Bruce grabbed her hips tightly and thrust rapidly into her. He gave her an occasional spank. She leaned back and pressed her back against his chest and reached her arms back behind her and grabbed his hair. "Oh yea Bruce! Don't stop." Bruce kept thrusting into her as she moaned for him. He gently bit her neck as he thrust.

"Selina." He moaned her name in her ear.

After they made love in the shower and cuddled for a while in bed. Selina gave Bruce a goodnight kiss, hoped in her car, parked outside the gate out of view from Alfred, and headed home.