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Note: This chapter contains some sexual references. If this offends you, yadda yadda, you know the drill, don't like don't read.

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Batman Fanfiction

Chapter 4

"Oh come on!" Sam glared at her sister, who glared back. "It's the weekend! Why do homework on Friday when it's due Monday?"

Angela was wrapped up on the couch, a stack of school papers and books pilled on the cushion next to her. She was currently using a textbook as a makeshift desk, so she could work on homework while watching her favorite channel, the news.

"Unlike you Samantha! I want to excel in school and not paint the rest of my life!" Angela replied hotly, giving her sister a glare before shuffling around some papers and attempting to ignore her elder.

Rolling her eyes at her goody two shoes sister, Sam grabbed the huge stack of homework and casually tossed into the nearby fireplace. The fire leapt up merrily, burning brightly from the fresh kindling, as Angela looked at it in horror.

"You just threw five classes of homework in the fireplace..." She stated dumbly.

"Yep."

"I should kill you now."

"Prolly."

"I need a drink." Angela admitted, her head falling back on the couch in exasperation.

"Great! I'll buy you one at the club!" Sam cheered, grabbing her sister by the hand and dragging her up to get her dressed up for the party.

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"I will kill you in your sleep…!" Angela yelled threateningly over the loud bass of the club. She glared down at her older, yet shorter sister.

Angela was currently dressed in a pair of short white shorts, ones that would expose more then leg if she were to bend over too far. Sam, had stolen all her nice shirts and hidden them away for the night, forcing Angela to put on a short fishnet shirt with just a black bikini top underneath. Black combat boots completed the outfit, along with a little bit of shadowy makeup.

"Wear your hair down. It looks so much better." Sam complained, plucking the clip out of her sisters hair before she could protest. Long, thick, golden locks to tumbled down around Angela's shoulders.

Sam herself was wearing what she liked to call "The Little Red Dress". It was a tube top dress that looked nearly painted on her curvy form, the bottom stopping just above the halfway mark on her upper thigh. It was accompanied with a pair of thigh high, white heels and a single white glove that ended at her elbow.

Stomping her foot and crossing her arms tightly across her chest, Angela turned from her sister. "I am going home!"

"Well I guess you really don't want those copies of your homework, that I happened to, just for you, get a hold of someone to give to me. So that you could have your stuff for school on Monday."

Angela spun around to face her sister, her face alight. "Really?"

"Yeah that's right. He should be getting here pretty soon."

Right as Sam checked her fancy, gemmed watch, a person sauntered up to the girls. Both sisters turned to see Tim Drake, dressed in a simple pair of black pants and a form fitting red tee.

"Hi! Sam said you needed some copies of this weekends homework?" Tim asked Angela, while holding up a manila envelope full of papers. "Course," he gave her the one over, seeming to like what he was seeing, "you'll have to work for them."

Angela simply looked horrified, suddenly attempting to cover her exposed skin. "I'd rather FAIL!" She squeaked, turning to run out the doors of the club, her face red.

Tim's tone stopped her. "Guess I'll be getting number one again then." A challenge.

Forcing down her shyness, Angela wheeled in a circle, marching up to her rival and ripping the envelope from his hands. Her competitive nature had once again decided to overrule her natural thought processes. "You're ON!"

Tim smirked at her, his normal gloating expression on full display. "No, you're on. You're riding on the back of my bike home."

Blinking, Angela glanced over to where her sister had been standing. "What about Sam…?"

"I'll take a cab!" Sam replied, a smirk stretching across her mouth.

"Argh! Don't you DARE tell anyone at school about this!" Angela threatened Tim, slapping the stack of papers down on the nearby bar. The bartender eyed the parcel with a raised brow before going back to cleaning his glass.

"Hm, wasn't going to, but good idea!" Tim pulled out his phone with his free hand, snapping some quick pictures of the Class President. "The guys on school board will just love these!"

"Tim!" Angela whined, reaching for the phone that was soon held high above her head and out of her reach.

Tim danced away from Angela, snapping pictures while laughing. Angela chased the dark haired boy out on to the dance floor, spouting curses the whole way.

Sam just rolled her eyes at the twos antics, and stepped on the dance floor.

The fog machine was on high tonight, billowing large clouds of gray smoke across the feet of the dancers. A pleurae of different lights pulsed and waved around the crowd, following the beat of the music. High intensity moments of beats flashed red, yellow and orange, slower moments were blue, purple and green.

Sam's hips began to sway with the beat as she danced with an invisible partner. The crowd seemed to part for her as her surly eyes searched for a potential dance partner. Many of the boys in the crowd watched her as she swayed along, her dance flowing through the crowd without resistance.

"Gotchya." She purred, eyeing a man through the crowd.

He was leanly muscled, with black hair and green eyes. Dressed in a formal casual black pants, black shoes and a green button up under what looked like a light coat of some kind. The top few buttons were undone, exposing smooth creamy flesh beneath. A purple tie was loose around his neck, as if he had just left the office and had come right to the club. [1.]

Sam licked her lips. She had always had a thing for the big wigs. Something about the suit and strict business life that they usually brought, was something that had always been attractive to her.

Only problem was, he was dancing between two scantly clad females. They were both husky with muscle, with rather plain features. They were wearing matching green dresses, both shorter then Sam's own short dress. One had long blonde hair, the other short and spiky brown hair.

For some reason, they looked oddly familiar…

Sam shook her head, her icy blue eyes fixing on her target. She approached the threesome, her eyes only on the man in the middle.

"Hi there." Sam purred, her voice a throaty velvet. Placing her hand on her hip, she ran the other down the curve of her breast to her hip, drawing his gaze. "Wanna dance with a real woman?"

The mans eyes followed the path of her hand, an appreciative glint forming in his gaze, a smug smile gracing his mouth. Pushing the two grinding females away; much to their protests, he stepped toward her, his hands finding purchase on her hips as they began to grind softly to the music.

"Got a name?"

Surly eyes, captured his green gaze.

"Samantha. And you?"

"They call me Eddie. Eddie Nigma."

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"You going to dance with me?" Tim asked Angela, his hand outstretched toward her.

The phone had been thoroughly cleansed of any and all pictures concerning her and her outfit. Angela was merely standing now, with her arms crossed.

The dance floor hopped all around them, couples bouncing and dancing to the beat.

She eyed the hand as if it offended her. "I supposed this is a club, and you're the only guy here I semi trust…" Sighing, she took the hand.

Quickly, she was pulled flush against his body and held there tightly by his hands. A dark rosy blush flushed her cheeks all the way to her ears.

Tim gave a low chuckle, and whispered softly in her ear, "So nervous Angie."

Her heart thudded harder in her chest. Traitorous thing! Its not as if it was any different then dancing with another random boy. One who was tall, good looking and as nicely built as Tim was.

A new song just happened to be booming over the speakers, its bass thumping loudly. As lights dropped and flashed, changing to purple, green and blue. The patrons dancing around the pair began to step down with the beat, the grinding couples moving slower. Their dances became more sensual as thick smoke billowed out over the dance floor.

Angie moved with the beat, her confidence coming back with the music.

When they had lived in Metropolis, she had taken formal dance lessons, so keeping the beat was an easy task for her. Smoothly, she turned from her partner and stepped to the beat, shaking her booty sensuously smooth with the music.

Tim, at her back, kept a steady rhythm with her. His hands snaked around her waist, sliding down to her hips. He directed her using his hands, their movements moving in tandem.

Angela lifted her arms and wrapped them around Tim's neck, as their bodies touched and grinded together. The soft form of her body melded perfectly to his hard and fit one. They flowed together like a single entity.

Its just a dance.

Angela told herself, but couldn't stop the hot feeling that rushed to the bottom of her belly and back up her whole form. The tips of his fingers felt scorching hot whenever they touched the bare skin of her exposed midriff.

Dark lashes fluttered open as she slyly peeked up at him. His eyes were closed, obviously very much into the music or the dance. He nosed her hair very gently while they danced and his hot breath puffed on the back of her neck, and Angela felt shivers roll down her spine.

Wow.

Had Tim always been this hot?

Angela guessed he wasn't really that bad, maybe just a bit shy toward people he didn't know too well? He was an exceptional student and a very popular guy with the females of the school.

And I'm the one who gets to dance with him. Came the thought smugly, a small smirk forming on her mouth.

"Who knew a goody girl like you could dance?" Came the heated whisper from her hair.

Angela frowned and ground her butt hard into her partner, feeling something greeting her back. "Seems like you like it." She replied, looking back at her partner, a Cheshire grin creeping across her face.

Tim smirked, and pulled her flush against him. A pair of strong hands locked around her waist, holding her tightly in place. He continued their sway.

"Hm, and if I do?" Came the surly question, and Angela had to stop her sudden trembling.

Feeling unsure, Angela tried to force back the blush that was rising yet again to her face. "I-I… well… you k-know…"

Smiling into her blonde hair, Tim bumped the back of her head with his playfully. "I'm teasing you Angie."

Inwardly Angela gave a mental release of breath. This was not something she was ready to deal with.

"I will admit you're a pretty hot babe, but only when your mouth is shut."

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Sometime later in the World of Samantha…

"Take off the damn pants Eddie!" Samantha commanded as his kisses continued down the side of her face to base of her jaw and lingered there to leave little red marks that would require makeup cover in the morning.

"So hasty," he breathed and his hot breath made her shiver pleasantly.

Samantha glared up at the man who was hovering on top of her. "I don't like to be teased," she warned the very attractive man, who was much more so when between her legs.

Speaking of, his hand made it's way up her thigh and she let out a breathy moan as he continued to place wet kisses on the column of her neck. "I swear you have the sexiest legs I've ever seen on a woman."

"If you take off the rest of my clothes, I'll show you that I'm the sexiest woman you've ever seen." Sam pushed back on Eddie and flipped their positions, pressing him into the cheap hotel sheets. "Now we'll see about those pants getting off…"

"You might be too much for me to handle babe." Eddie laughed as Sam attempted to remove his shirt or rip it off, whichever was faster.

Sam chose to rip and buttons went flying everywhere. "Eye chiwaha!" Eddie remarked as Sam immediately dipped down and began to lick and kiss the large black question mark tattoo that wrapped around his navel. [2.]

"Hmm…" Sam hummed, stopping her ministrations for just moment. "That looks familiar…"

Eddie chuckled a bit nervously. "Just something stupid I did in college."

Shrugging, Sam returned to kissing the tattoo. "Works for me." Once she was sure that the mark had been sufficiently worshiped she sat up and starting pulling the little red dress over her head.

Eddie let out an appreciative whistle. Luckily, Sam had decided to wear her sexy lingerie tonight. A cute little double set of a red lacy half bra and a pair of matching thong underwear.

"What size dress is that baby, a four?" Eddie asked, running his hands up and down the curves of Sam's waist.

Sam shook her head. "Size five, why?"

"No reason," he grinned as he flipped them back over so he was in the dominant position. "Now we can take off those pants…"

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Angela sipped the sour apple vodka she had conned some guy into buying for her. All it had taken was a bat of her eyelashes and he had caved easily… The alcohol had done a great job of dulling her senses into a warm little buzz.

Tim had left her to run to the bathroom.

"Hey sweet thing." A random guy approached Angela, leaning on the bar next to where she was sitting. Typical punk kid who thought he was the sexiest thing since sex.

Angela didn't even spare him a glance keeping her gaze firmly looking elsewhere. She didn't want to get mixed up with some lowlife.

The guy either didn't notice or didn't care. "I think you need to come home with me." Punk guy crooned in a voice he must of thought sexy, one that only annoyed Angela. A dirty fingernail stroked the skin of her belly.

Angela jumped away from his feather touch in disgust. She rubbed the spot as if trying to removed the stain of his touch.

"Don't touch me!"

"Come on baby, you'll love it."

Ocean eyes narrowed, "I'm not your "baby."" A quick lie lashed out before she could stop it, a smug expression on her face." Besides, my boyfriend will be back any time, and he'll kick your ass if he sees you here, so get lost."

She should of known better. For some reason whenever a man was challenged, especially with the challenge of fighting another man, they got really touchy. Must have been a punch to their manly egos that made them such jackasses about it.

The punk guy grabbed her arm roughly, his grip painful on her arm. He pulled her close enough to smell the reek of alcohol on his breath. "Well then, lets just see how tough your little boyfriend is then!"

A black boot kicked the side of the guys head, sending him flying. A sickening thunk was heard as his head impacted with the bar. The punk guy fell unconscious, a large lump appearing on the side of his head, but otherwise no blood or major injury could be seen.

"Jerk off." Tim grumbled, his expression not happy at all. He approached Angela and set his hands on her shoulders. "You okay Angie?"

"Are you alright?" The person who had kicked the thug asked. It was Robin, Batman's faithful sidekick.

Angela shook her head, the sudden memory coming to mind for reasons she couldn't explain.

"Angela?" Tim prompted again, raising an eyebrow in inquiry at her.

"I'm fine." She heard herself reply, the memory still running circles in her head. It must have been the alcohol, she decided.

Putting a friendly arm over her shoulders, Tim began to lead her toward the door, picking up the folder of papers on the way out. "I think we've had enough excitement for tonight. Sides you look a little buzzed, lets get you home."

"Okay…"

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A/N: [1.] Is the outfit we like to refer to as emo Riddler. According to Enigma, there was a short series on Riddler where he was in all black and had black lipstick and such lol. The outfit is based off of this outfit.

[2.] There is a sketch of Eddie in one of Enigmas comics where the Riddler had a large question mark tattoo on his stomach. We added it for funzees.

Just wanted to say thanks again for all the support, I will try to keep updating a regular intervals. Need to get Anders of my head but he's so persistently cute, I blame him for slow updates : )