Hi readers. Just to let you know that I changed my user to intelligenta4982 for those who are interested. Enjoy the story:
Oh, this was perfect. Nightwing sprang across the roof top in pursuit of the gang member. The symbol on his suit glistened in the night. "Satania! Need a little help here." His voice rose a few tones when he jumped of the roof. "You know me!" The pavement was rushing moving towards him, or was he moving towards it? He couldn't think. He hit the pavement hard, the next sound was his scream of pain. "Ah!" She circled the corner, sprinting fast. "What the hell have you done? You idiot?"
"You were supposed to catch me!" He moaned, sweat pouring down his forehead.
"How? I was behind you, remember. Why would you jump of a three-storey building? I'm not an athlete like you."
"You should be, then you'd catch up." Nightwing muttered. His wrist was burning.
"I cannot bloody use my genius then, not to mention the fact that I'm reduced to a human conscious! That is also no excuse. You're just an idiot."
"You've got such an ego. Let's go home. We'll track our stray tomorrow. I know exactly what we can do to take my mind of my wrist." He grinned.
"You are so sleazy." Her body rubbed gently against his as she pulled him gently to his feet. "My wrist!" Dick's breathing was ragged. "I'll live…" He pushed Mystia off him.
"By the way, Satania?" One of Mystia's eyebrows arched. The act of which made her black mask stretch slightly. "I thought I told you that I wasn't going to have a vigilante name."
"I like it."
"It's biblical."
"Well that is how you look. It's very appropriate."
"Piss off."
God, he loved her. He couldn't help himself as he shoved Mystia against the wall. He pressed his lips against hers. He gently wrapped his arms around those hips and pulled her close. Then they swirled and Dick was with his back to the wall. They broke for a second to catch their breath and then resumed their activities. She began to push more on his body as if trying to fuse them and he unlocked their mouths and leant back his head. Their hips began to slowly grind against one another's. She copied his movements and his hands got tangled in her now dyed copper hair. He groaned in pleasure.
"Are we interrupting?" The pair untangled and leapt apart as fast as the Flash could have moved. Nightwing's cheeks swam with scarlet colour. How could they have done that in such an exposed location? At least they hadn't removed any items of their costumes.
The Batman swept forward, his cape swished around his shoulders, rippling like a sheet of jet ink. Jason landed at the other end of the sea front street and Tim appeared strolling down the street leading inland. "B-Batman…" Nightwing stuttered. Mystia slunk slightly behind her mate. She could deal with almost anything but when it came to his family she didn't want to get involved in a fight. The Dark Knight growled slightly. "6 months...no word for half a year."
"Look Batman, we just wanted a little alone time."
"You could've at least checked in now and then. Why did you do it? Every time we got to a scene where you'd been, we didn't find you. You were running away!"
"WELL YOU WOULDN'T HAVE LET ME WITH ALL YOUR PROTOCOLS!"
"Nightwing?" Tim whispered.
Mystia turned him around. He was hissing and Dick's eyes began to glow a deep teal. "He won't let me stay with you. I knew he wouldn't."
"We talked about this. You promised that you'd been talking to him. It doesn't matter now. Nightwing, I need you to look at me in the eye and calm down." The last few words were firm and ordering.
Batman stepped forward and pushed her to the ground. "Get away from my son!" But Nightwing already smacked Bruce across the jaw. His leg went out to trip Jason and as Tim came at him, he knocked him unconscious for a couple of seconds. He raised an escrima stick and it crackled merrily with energy. "She's mine!" He brought is swinging down, ready to kill Jason (who was the closest). Mystia shifted into what he called Satan and grunted as she threw herself into their path. The electricity traveled along her veins, burning her flesh. She howled. The sticks released her and she collapsed on top of Jason who was getting up. Nightwing took a couple of steps back and dropped the weapons. "No…" His voice was tiny. Jason shrugged her off him. She fell onto her front. "OW! That...bugger...that hurt, you flipping..." Her skin faded to pink and her fangs retreated into the roof of her mouth and then she was human again. Dick staggered forward to help her and cradled her in his arms. "How bad is it? What can I do?"
Bruce took the necessary precautions to check Jason. Red Hood clicked a bullet into his gun. "Jason…" It was a warning but Bruce and Tim did not stop him from pointing it at Dick. "It's a tranq. What the hell is going on?"
"Wait! This is all my fault." Mystia desperately stretched forward.
"Talk." Tim crossed his arms.
"Anyone who isn't Shal is, well, affected from prolonged exposure. Especially when they're in a romantic situation"
"Affected?"
"My body is telling itself that he isn't… compatible."
"COMPATIBLE!"
"It's trying to feed him enough… energy to became a Shal."
"He's mutating?" Her voice was hesitant and small. Tim kicked her in the stomach again and again and Dick moved to stop him before Jason restrained him.
"It'll be fine, Bruce!" Dick protested. "It takes around seven months but then it'll be complete! I didn't want to hurt you!"
The Batman grew silent and his frame was taught. "You would do this without consulting me?"
"It's not your choice."
"Is he going to be safe?" His glare made Mystia cringe.
"I wouldn't have let him done it if it had any risk. My species. Every single one had an ability. Mine was...Satania." She smiled at Dick.
"What'll happen to him?"
"I'm not sure. It'll manifest soon enough. It's in the later stages. He's kinda lucky. There wasn't anyone like me in the history of my people. I'm powerful enough for the mutation to take less time. He'll be fine. I love him. He's my fiance and I would never do anything that wouldn't benefit him. I tried to talk him out of it."
"You whine."
"From my point of view, I'm trying to get on with the in laws."
"If anything happens to him during this process, you will die. If he survives, I'll reconsider my opinions. Nightwing, call me once every week or I swear I'll be forced to put a tracker on you."
The Bat family flew. "That went better than I thought." Nightwing grinned. "I'm really sorry about the zapping."
"I'm sure there is something we can do to make me forget about it." She grinned.
The rope was shot up to the roof of a warehouse. Nightwing pulled her in close and their breath mingled. "Hold on." She yelped as they were pulled up. "Don't worry I've got ya." He whispered and she relaxed in his arms.
"Hey, Luthor. I've got some info on this Satania." The woman strolled down the docks.
"Wait up, Waller. God you can shift it." The General panted beside her.
"It's Mr President." The voice came back over the ear piece.
"You are one smug git, aren't you Mr President."
"I like you, Waller. Just don't test me."
"Why in the world would I do that Mr President?"
"I wouldn't know."
The line went dead.
Nightwing touched down on her apartment floor. The bedroom itself was huge. The skyline poked up outside the window as if trying to see inside but never quite reaching. She smiled as he layed her down on the bed. "You're ruining how special it will be on the big day." Mystia commented.
"Who cares." Nightwing said as he pulled off his mask exposing his pale eyes. "Tonight is the night."
"But… we said we'd wait. It won't be safe for you…" Her own was slid off. They gazed, a bit lost, into each other. Then the beautiful moment of peaceful calm was turned into a primitive time of lust for pleasure. It began slowly. She smiled as he unzipped her dull, grey costume of dark leather. She slid off his escrima sticks and pulled his armour from his skin. He undid their trousers and they lay next to each other. Mystia silently undid her bra and her underwear fell to the floor aside Dick's boxers. They stood in the middle of the room, the bed behind Mystia, the floor to ceiling windows behind Grayson. Then he sharply pulled her into him and she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled herself up so that her breasts caressed his cheek. He kissed them ferociously. She shrieked in surprise. It was a nice surprise. His muscled arms fondled her bum and she ran is fingers eagerly through his fine hair. She wanted him more than anything else in this universe. She wanted him. She lived for him.
Dick panted heavily. This was wonderful. Just to touch her in this way and they hadn't even got started. She moved up and down on his stomach slowly as if craving the thing they both wanted. Then he moved over, with her still clinging to him, to the wall and slammed her back into it. Mystia slid down again so she still hung off him but her parts were equal with his. He lusted after her. He grasped a door frame that was too his left and a wardrobe door to his right and pushed even more wildly against her. She gasped for air. He was so strong. Her legs crushed into him even more barbarically. Then the penetration began. She sighed in ecstasy, they moved as one. He too could not think for the warmth spreading through his veins. She pulled him in even further. Her hands pulled his head into her breasts once again. It only lasted for a few minutes and after another two second break, it began anew. She threw him to the floor and landed on top of him and they rolled. She lavished his lips with long kisses. He whimpered and screamed in joy. "More!"
She hugged his stomach. It lasted longer and she wailed for more. He was only too happy to provide. It went on until the sixth time. They were on the table now. Him on top of her. His desire being expressed in so many ways. Mystia curled her arms around his hips to touch Dick's tight bum and yanked it into her more. Without even realizing into she had shifted. Satania threw her head up in appreciative howl and her legs gripped Dick's waist so hard he couldn't draw breath. He wheezed. She forced his lips to hers, her fangs piercing them. Satania's metallic nails plunged into his back and blood ran from it onto the carpet, highlighted in the white. The thrusts he couldn't control as she jerked him into her. She was literally forcing his...into her. Oh god! He screamed in pain but she couldn't stop. Not now. In a minute. "Stop!" Dick pleaded, his eyes watered from the tears in his skin.
"No! Give me more…" She forced him even faster and stronger. "I need you. You need me."
"Mystia...please… it hurts. We need...to...pause. I can't...stay this...way..." She gazed into her mate's eyes and no longer saw craving but pain. She had to stop. Mystia's forced thrusts became slower. Then they began to increase again. Dick struggled but she held him firm in this form. He screamed even more and she suddenly toppled to the floor. Dick breathed hard. He slowly got up and noticed she'd shifted back. He grabbed a blanket off the sofa and picked her up, cradling her. After laying her down, he got his robe and hers too. When she didn't acknowledge him, he got down next to her. A small dart poked out of her arm.
"I had to." The door to the balcony was open and a dark shape blocked out the moon. Robin stood beside the Batman. Dick cursed violently. "You…" He couldn't express his hatred.
"She's alien. She's stronger than you. You could have been hurt."
"It's not up to you. She had the strength to stop. She was stopping! I can't believe you don't trust me. I can't even believe you brought Tim to this little stake out of yours. You were watching me."
"We weren't. We placed a small bug in the room. We heard your call for help."
"Bruce, I don't know how to respond to that kind of statement. I don't want you to come near us again. If I even catch sight of you near us, I will kill you! Now get out." Dick went back to tugging the dart out of Mystia's arm.
She awoke and immediately searched for Grayson. "I'm so sorry." Her first words when she laid eyes on him in his tank top and shorts. He looked good, not stupidly muscular but...powerful and lean "I was enjoying it so much that-"
Dick cut her off. "I understand. I was too."
"But I-"
"You weren't in control."
"I love you, Grayson." She sighed, her English accent shaking. "I'm so-"
"If you say that one more time, so god I will be forced to go out on patrol without you for company."
"Did I hurt you?"
"No."
"If you're lying…"
"I'm not. Now listen, I know it's only 3 in the morning but I'm gonna make pancakes. Hungry?"
"Why are you being so nice?"
"Because that's what I do for people I love. I have already forgiven you before you ask."
"Thanks Dick. But this is what happens every time." she glanced at him and smiled.
"Well it's a good thing that it's only one month until I have fully turned."
"You are seriously irritating, you know that Grayson?" She smirked. "Kind of lucky that you are good at knocking literally anyone out!"
He laughed and she followed him into the kitchen. He was not going to tell her about Batman and Tim being there. He began to mix together ingredients. They chatted and he giggled when she told him a story about her human parents. She cackled when he did his impersonation of Bruce Wayne. The doorbell rang and she looked outside to the golden fires pricking the navy satin. "What time did you say it was?" Dick frowned.
"I said it was 3."
"Who comes at 3? Except for bloody vigilantes." She shuffled in her seat to get up.
"You check the mixture. I'll answer the door." Dick walked into the hall.
He peered through the peep hole. "Hi? Who's out there? Look if you can back at a more reasonable time…"
There was no one outside. He slid the chain gently and undid the lock. He glanced down one corridor. It was empty. It was a crisp white and the lush red carpet sank underneath his feet. Who had rang? He turned to go back inside the large apartment when he happened to see what seemed to be the entire US army waiting on the other side of the door that didn't come up from the stairs or elevator. The lead officer slammed him in the gut with a M16 and he was launched back into the apartment into the wall between the hall and the living area. He got into a defensive stance. Nightwing slammed his fist into the first two officers to enter. He was quickly overpowered although he kept struggling until he was on the ground. "Mystia! Mystia! MYSTIA!" He hollered as loud as he could. The butt of the pistol landed swiftly on his temple. The cuffs snapped shut. "This is Harrison, we have secured the male. Main target will be in possession soon."
Mystia heard Grayson, what was going on. Two dozen soldiers swarmed into her open plan. "Surrender and you won't be harmed." A brown eyed woman ordered calmly.
Mystia frowned at the guns pointed at her. "Where's Grayson?"
"Richard Grayson is in our custody. He will not be harmed." The woman was speaking slowly as if Mystia was not used to speaking English. "You are being arrested on suspicion of terrorism, first degree murder and the torture of civilians. Please give yourself up."
Mystia put down the spoon she'd been using for stirring. "Not without a fight." She got ready to shift but hesitated. She was uncontrollable. "We have authorisation to use any means necessary."
Two of the commandos dragged Grayson in, idiot had to go get captured before the fight. He had a large cut on his forehead and he looked half dead. He was murmuring and trying not to close his eyes. His hands were chained (behind his back) as were his ankles.
"If you don't surrender, we will shoot him if needs be."
Mystia dropped her stance and shrugged. The soldier threatening Dick dropped the gun and one of the officers approached with a set of cuffs. She headbutted him. She shifted as she rolled across the counter, turning blue. She snatched a knife in the process and sliced down on someone's flesh, careful not to go too deep. "Let him go…" she pointed it at his capturers. Then a bullet rang out. She searched Grayson frantically with her eyes but didn't see him bleeding. He was focusing wide eyed on her stomach. She looked down and saw the stuff oozing out of her, desperate to get away it seemed. "Oh shit." She lengthened the words. Then she fell and Grayson tried to lunge forward.
"She should be fine if we get her to the professor quickly. Keep an eye on the male, he's dangerous too."
"MYSTIA!" The male was resisting, trying to get to the main target. Harrison secured a piece of duct tape across his mouth. "Wouldn't want to wake the neighbours. Here, this'll stop the transformation or any other thing. Genetic damper or something." She handed two bracelets to an officer. They were snapped onto their wrists.
"Ahhh!" The scream was made silent by the woman's hand.
"Will someone shut her up? Here's the tape. They're a talkative pair these two. Now move."
No one noticed that they weren't there the next morning.
