Bless me Father, for I Hunt the Angel of Death
Created by: Heaven's Angel
Disclaimer: Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. If you have read at least two or three of these things you know the basics. I don't own any of the characters that already exist in the show, but I do own the storyline, and any new characters created along the way.
Chapter 1
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.-Lisa Hoffman
Terry McGinnis was once again performing a nightly ritual, just like many people do. However, his ritual wasn't eating a bowl of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, watching the nightly news, or letting the dog out so it could perform its nightly ritual.
No, Terry McGinnis instead was soaring through the metal towers of Gotham City, under the mask of the vigilante known far and wide as Batman.
This night had been quiet so far, or at least as quiet as it could be when you were out scouring the city, looking for trouble. He had stopped a burglar attempting to break into a jewelry store, and then had broken up a gang of Jokers who had been threatening a young boy of about twelve. Both of these were minor occurrences, and if he had been walking by and saw it, he might have called the police and kept moving, after all, they were getting paid to put their lives on the line, he wasn't. But as Batman, his self-being ceased to matter, it was the general population who he had to worry about.
Now though he found himself crouched on the roof across from his friend Maxine's apartment. From his vantage point he had a straight view into her room, and on slow nights he often found himself gazing into her room, watching her study, talk to friends on the telephone, or just scan the Internet. He did this because when he was in his guise she was his one link to the "normal" world. Mr. Wayne might have given him the power, but he was also quite possibly insane. He pushed McGinnis to his limit, and then complained that Terry was not working hard enough. Nothing short of perfect perfection was tolerable for Bruce Wayne, but the result of this was Terry still being alive.
Now as he looked into her room, he saw it was empty. He closed his eyes and thought about the last two months. Ever since Dana had moved away to live with her aunt in Keystone City, he and Max had grown closer. Even before she had left, Dana had let Terry know that the two of them just weren't working out, and with the move, maybe it was time for them to see other people. At first Terry was in total disbelief, but as he thought about it, he realized she was right, maybe it was time for them to go their separate ways.
He opened his eyes and saw to his surprise that Max had entered her room. However, what had surprised him was the fact that she had only a light green towel covering her from her breasts to her thighs. At this moment, he experienced two feelings. The first was what was straight-forward lust, no more no less. He understood this feeling, he had felt it before, but being Batman had taught him to clamp down on his emotions. However his second feeling was one that he couldn't fully understand. It was an instant disgust of himself, for sitting up here while invading her privacy without her knowledge. He tried to turn away, but he still continued to watch, fascinated. She was looking in her drawer, trying to find something, but he couldn't see what.
Suddenly, his radio squawked, and Mr. Wayne's raspy voice came into his ear, "McGinnis, where are you?"
"I'm just leaving Wayne-Powers Chemical," lied Terry, who was partially embarrassed by being caught by the boss.
"Okay, go home and get some sleep, you've earned it," said Bruce gruffly. For Wayne, that was as close to a compliment as he would give, so Terry wasn't about to complain.
Terry shut off his radio, and turned back to Max's room. While he had been dealing with Wayne, she had shed her towel, and was now dressed in an only slightly less revealing T-shirt and shorts. He noticed though, that she had left her window open, as if in invitation to anyone who wanted to drop in. Shrugging his shoulders, Terry unfolded his wings and leaped off the edge of the building with a practiced ease. He glided silently, making two large counter-clockwise circles to slow his descent, and to make sure he would be on target. As he came around again, he aimed for her door, then flared his wings out, and floated into her room feet first. He landed with the smallest of sounds, so silent in fact, that if Max had not looked up just as he flew in she might not have noticed him.
"Oh, Terry you startled me," she gasped as a hand clasped itself over the top of her breast.
"Sorry, I do that sometimes," he responded as he reached up and peeled the mask off his face.
"What brings you to my room?" she asked with a smile.
"Mr. Wayne gave me the rest of the night off, and I was in the neighborhood. The fact that your window was open also made it seem inviting."
"Ah, I see," she said, "Change out of that thing, do you have a change of clothes with you?"
"No, I don't actually, but it would be awkward if you're family came in here, do you have any of your brother's spare clothes hanging around?" he asked as he looked around her room.
"None of them would fit you, remember how tiny he was?" she replied, "What do you where under that thing?"
"Um, boxers, and a tank top, that's it," he said.
"That would work. Go shower in my bathroom, I'll hide the suit, then bring you some fresh towels from the dryer," she said as she pointed to her bathroom.
"Are you sure, I mean, I don't want to make you go through all sorts of trouble," he protested as she began to push him to it.
"I mean it, go on," she commanded as he finally succumbed and went into the bathroom. He took off his suit, handed it out to her and then slid the door shut and started up the hot water. Though he had tried to protest, as he stepped under the nozzle of the shower, he couldn't believe how good it felt. He was just beginning to wash the sweat out of his hair when he heard the door open again.
"Hey Terry I have the towels," Max called out over the roar of the water.
"Thanks Max, I won't be in for much longer," called back Terry as lathered up.
He stuck his head under the flow of the steaming water, closing his eyes to avoid allowing any of the shampoo to flow into his eyes. As he was getting the back of his hair, he suddenly heard the door to the shower opening. Whirling around with fists ready, he saw Max had entered the shower, naked as he was.
"Max, what are you doing?" he asked stunned as he turned around fully.
"Shhh," she whispered as she stepped forward and kissed him. He returned the kiss, feeling the passion beginning to boil over in his blood. He grabbed for her, and pulled her into his embrace. She embraced him as well, her grip just as tight. His hands began to explore, tracing their way from her breasts to her stomach, then to her butt, and finally ending at her womanhood.
They pulled away, and Max said quietly, "I knew you were watching me tonight, because I wanted you to. I knew how you felt about me, and I feel the same way about you. I want to call you mine."
"Call me whatever you want," Terry murmured as he pulled her back and began to kiss up and down her neck.
"Come, stay the night," whispered Max into Terry's ear, giving it a seductive lick then took his hand.
(Author's Note: Now due to the restrictions on what I can and can't put in, I'm going to skip what you thought was coming next. For all of you that read solely for this part, I'm sorry, but you're shit out of luck. For the rest of you, well let me know how I'm doing and I'll keep updating)
Created by: Heaven's Angel
Disclaimer: Look, I'm going to cut to the chase. If you have read at least two or three of these things you know the basics. I don't own any of the characters that already exist in the show, but I do own the storyline, and any new characters created along the way.
Chapter 1
Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and very important.-Lisa Hoffman
Terry McGinnis was once again performing a nightly ritual, just like many people do. However, his ritual wasn't eating a bowl of Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, watching the nightly news, or letting the dog out so it could perform its nightly ritual.
No, Terry McGinnis instead was soaring through the metal towers of Gotham City, under the mask of the vigilante known far and wide as Batman.
This night had been quiet so far, or at least as quiet as it could be when you were out scouring the city, looking for trouble. He had stopped a burglar attempting to break into a jewelry store, and then had broken up a gang of Jokers who had been threatening a young boy of about twelve. Both of these were minor occurrences, and if he had been walking by and saw it, he might have called the police and kept moving, after all, they were getting paid to put their lives on the line, he wasn't. But as Batman, his self-being ceased to matter, it was the general population who he had to worry about.
Now though he found himself crouched on the roof across from his friend Maxine's apartment. From his vantage point he had a straight view into her room, and on slow nights he often found himself gazing into her room, watching her study, talk to friends on the telephone, or just scan the Internet. He did this because when he was in his guise she was his one link to the "normal" world. Mr. Wayne might have given him the power, but he was also quite possibly insane. He pushed McGinnis to his limit, and then complained that Terry was not working hard enough. Nothing short of perfect perfection was tolerable for Bruce Wayne, but the result of this was Terry still being alive.
Now as he looked into her room, he saw it was empty. He closed his eyes and thought about the last two months. Ever since Dana had moved away to live with her aunt in Keystone City, he and Max had grown closer. Even before she had left, Dana had let Terry know that the two of them just weren't working out, and with the move, maybe it was time for them to see other people. At first Terry was in total disbelief, but as he thought about it, he realized she was right, maybe it was time for them to go their separate ways.
He opened his eyes and saw to his surprise that Max had entered her room. However, what had surprised him was the fact that she had only a light green towel covering her from her breasts to her thighs. At this moment, he experienced two feelings. The first was what was straight-forward lust, no more no less. He understood this feeling, he had felt it before, but being Batman had taught him to clamp down on his emotions. However his second feeling was one that he couldn't fully understand. It was an instant disgust of himself, for sitting up here while invading her privacy without her knowledge. He tried to turn away, but he still continued to watch, fascinated. She was looking in her drawer, trying to find something, but he couldn't see what.
Suddenly, his radio squawked, and Mr. Wayne's raspy voice came into his ear, "McGinnis, where are you?"
"I'm just leaving Wayne-Powers Chemical," lied Terry, who was partially embarrassed by being caught by the boss.
"Okay, go home and get some sleep, you've earned it," said Bruce gruffly. For Wayne, that was as close to a compliment as he would give, so Terry wasn't about to complain.
Terry shut off his radio, and turned back to Max's room. While he had been dealing with Wayne, she had shed her towel, and was now dressed in an only slightly less revealing T-shirt and shorts. He noticed though, that she had left her window open, as if in invitation to anyone who wanted to drop in. Shrugging his shoulders, Terry unfolded his wings and leaped off the edge of the building with a practiced ease. He glided silently, making two large counter-clockwise circles to slow his descent, and to make sure he would be on target. As he came around again, he aimed for her door, then flared his wings out, and floated into her room feet first. He landed with the smallest of sounds, so silent in fact, that if Max had not looked up just as he flew in she might not have noticed him.
"Oh, Terry you startled me," she gasped as a hand clasped itself over the top of her breast.
"Sorry, I do that sometimes," he responded as he reached up and peeled the mask off his face.
"What brings you to my room?" she asked with a smile.
"Mr. Wayne gave me the rest of the night off, and I was in the neighborhood. The fact that your window was open also made it seem inviting."
"Ah, I see," she said, "Change out of that thing, do you have a change of clothes with you?"
"No, I don't actually, but it would be awkward if you're family came in here, do you have any of your brother's spare clothes hanging around?" he asked as he looked around her room.
"None of them would fit you, remember how tiny he was?" she replied, "What do you where under that thing?"
"Um, boxers, and a tank top, that's it," he said.
"That would work. Go shower in my bathroom, I'll hide the suit, then bring you some fresh towels from the dryer," she said as she pointed to her bathroom.
"Are you sure, I mean, I don't want to make you go through all sorts of trouble," he protested as she began to push him to it.
"I mean it, go on," she commanded as he finally succumbed and went into the bathroom. He took off his suit, handed it out to her and then slid the door shut and started up the hot water. Though he had tried to protest, as he stepped under the nozzle of the shower, he couldn't believe how good it felt. He was just beginning to wash the sweat out of his hair when he heard the door open again.
"Hey Terry I have the towels," Max called out over the roar of the water.
"Thanks Max, I won't be in for much longer," called back Terry as lathered up.
He stuck his head under the flow of the steaming water, closing his eyes to avoid allowing any of the shampoo to flow into his eyes. As he was getting the back of his hair, he suddenly heard the door to the shower opening. Whirling around with fists ready, he saw Max had entered the shower, naked as he was.
"Max, what are you doing?" he asked stunned as he turned around fully.
"Shhh," she whispered as she stepped forward and kissed him. He returned the kiss, feeling the passion beginning to boil over in his blood. He grabbed for her, and pulled her into his embrace. She embraced him as well, her grip just as tight. His hands began to explore, tracing their way from her breasts to her stomach, then to her butt, and finally ending at her womanhood.
They pulled away, and Max said quietly, "I knew you were watching me tonight, because I wanted you to. I knew how you felt about me, and I feel the same way about you. I want to call you mine."
"Call me whatever you want," Terry murmured as he pulled her back and began to kiss up and down her neck.
"Come, stay the night," whispered Max into Terry's ear, giving it a seductive lick then took his hand.
(Author's Note: Now due to the restrictions on what I can and can't put in, I'm going to skip what you thought was coming next. For all of you that read solely for this part, I'm sorry, but you're shit out of luck. For the rest of you, well let me know how I'm doing and I'll keep updating)