A/N I own nothing, all characters belong to DC and Warner Bros.

FlyingSolo365- Yeah, jeez I'm being really mean to Shayera.

Ability King KK- Blame Flash, that's the real slogan of the League.

Ozzy- Eh, Bats has been around since the 90's (DCAU wise) he's gotta be at least in his forties.

Cooper101- I'm a really mean person to poor Diana and Shayera.

Night Watcher- I read Cry For Blood (and hated the ending) but I figured it would just be a cool story to read about. I've read one story where the author did this but he didn't finish it, so I started my own.

Guest- Yeah, I'm changing the rating, there's some stuff I want to do and I don't need reviewers yelling at me for not rating stuff properly. And some of it will be H/Q, damn, you people keep guessing what I'm going to do!:D

x-butterflykisses-x- I'm. . . not sure if I'm going to knock her up or not, think I should?

Kaliann- Thanks, I love H/Q to:)

PrincessJazzy23- Thanks, I just hope I haven't peaked. Were in the beginning of this fic so that would really suck.


Helena Bertinelli was not a morning person.

Waking up in a strange room and being told by Vic that she had been in a coma for a week hadn't helped. Her whole body hurt, and she felt so weak and sleepy. . . So she stood up and started walking around, much to the nurses horror.

She didn't even bat an eye when the nurse said Vic had been at her side all week. Vic was a good man, probably the sweetest and definitely the most honest she'd ever dated. Hearing he'd been so worried about her gave her an annoyingly fuzzy feeling all over; her biggest worry about dating in him was that she was going to go soft.

She loved Vic, she loved that he stood by her even when she'd gone to commit murder, loved that he trusted her, loved that he loved her and stayed by her side.

It felt. . . strange; strange that someone cared about her, much less loved her. It was a good strange though, being loved and appreciated. Most of the men she'd been with had been jackasses. They were either sexist or total pigs or money-hungry, Vic was a lot of things, but none of those. She smiled as the nurse yelled at him, happy he was hers.

She walked up and kissed him, a warm feeling running through her body as he held her close. "Did you bring me any clothes?" She asked hopefully, this gown was really annoying.

She walked over to the small bag on the chair in the corner of the room and started undressing. As she slipped on her lace panties and jeans, she noticed Vic had gotten awfully quiet. She looked over at him and smirked when she saw his expression, deciding to tease him a little bit. "Like what you see?" She asked sticking out her chest and putting her hands seductively on her curves.

She smirked as he weakly nodded unable to take his eyes of her chest. Q really loved her breasts. Honestly, she'd never met a man so fascinated by two mounds of fat. If she let him, he would more than happily spend the entire day playing with them, kissing them, nipping and licking them. . . Not that she was complaining. She asked him one morning (after her nightgown strap fell and was giving him a very nice view of her left breast) just why the hell he seemed so amazed by them and he asked her 'how could he not be'?

She giggled as he gave a disappointed grunt, watching her slip on the T-shirt and costing him the view of her lovely chest. She whispered that they'd have a proper reunion later as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder, kissing her hair. She snuggled up against him as they walked into the hall.

She had also had another dream, but it wasn't about parademons. She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell him about it. In her dream Vic had been arguing with Batman, of all people, about her. Vic had sounded so upset and angry, and Bruce had sounded so. . .threatening. It was such a strange dream, Bruce had been telling him a story about him and Selina, and that she was their daughter. It was. . . unbelievably strange, and Vic had been yelling that Bruce had to tell her.

She smirked slightly; thank God there was no way that was true.


Shayera laid down on her bed completely miserable.

That idiot of a man had given her nothing but a stomach flu; literally. She reached weakly for the bucket next to her bed as she prepared for another retching.

She heard a knock on her door. "Shayera, you in here?" Called Wally.

"Yeah, but don't come in I'm-" She was cut of by another round of fierce vomiting.

Flash walked in the room and turned bright red as he saw her puking out her guts. "Aw, jeez, I'm sorry."

She waved him off. "It's okay. Now why are you hear?"

He waved a bottle of Pepto in front of her. "Thought you might need this."

She smiled gratefully and beckoned him over to her. "Fork it over, Red."

He grinned as she snatched it from his hands, but the grin melted into a disgusted frown as he watched her chug down half the bottle. "Are you sure you're okay? I'm not just talking about being sick."

She stiffened. "What do you mean?"

"I know about John."

For a few seconds she stood there as tears threatened to run down her face. "He-he used me. He didn't love me and I still slept with him." She whispered.

"Aw, Shay, please don't cry." Begged Wally. "He's just got his head up his ass right now, eventually he'll come around and be yours again."

"Y-you think so?" She sniffed.

"I know so."

For a few moments they stood there in a comfortable silence until the former Hawk Girl began once again vomiting. "And this has been another Hallmark moment ruined by Chinese food: Guaranteed to be out in an hour or less." Wally narrated.

Shayera glared at him, strands of hair falling on her face. "Shut up."

He smirked. "Hey, are you sure your okay, the flu isn't usually that bad."

"Yeah, I'm sure." She looked up at him. "I mean what else could it be?"


Bruce sat at the end of the bar, a beer in his hand.

He was alone, he was miserable, his daughter didn't know she was his daughter, and Diana said it was time to take five. Every now and again, Batman found himself being reminded of something very painful; he was just a man.

So he did what every man who was upset did: he went to a bar and got drunk.

Now he was slammed, honestly, if he was lucky he'd be able to get his wallet out of his pants to pay for his drinks. Damn that beautiful Amazon for doing this to him, he didn't need this right now.

He suddenly felt someone behind him. "Hello, Bruce," The voice purred. "may I join you this evening?" Said Selina.

He nodded and she sat next to him, so close she was practically on his lap. Maybe it was because he was so drunk, but he didn't mind one bit, if anything he was enjoying it. A lot.

"Margarita on the rocks, please." She told the bartender before turning to Bruce. "What's the matter Bruce? The Amazon hurt you?" She asked sympathetically.

He nodded, taking another sip of his drink. "Oh, poor baby." She cooed sliding closer. "You know if you ever need to talk, I'm here."

"Bastard knows." Bruce grumbled.

"Who knows what?" She whispered running a hand through his hair.

"Vic knows Helen's ours." He drunkenly explained.

"So, it was going to happen eventually." She purred sliding onto his lap.

He was about to tell her 'No, don't do that' when she started nibbling his ears. It felt very nice. "What the hell." He muttered kissing her neck.

"Bruce, let's go back to my room." She suggested as he started tugging at her shirt, wondering why she wouldn't let it come off.

Wait, don't do this! Diana, idiot, remember her? A little voice screamed in his head. The little voice got very quiet when Selina began to tease her hand over his crotch. "M'kay." He sighed getting up.

"Good." She giggled as he wrapped an arm around her and began licking her neck.

When they finally made it into the room, Bruce felt himself being pushed onto the bed. Wait, maybe I shouldn't. . .nice. He thought as Selina took of her shirt and straddled him.

"Mmm, I've been waiting to do this for a long time." She purred seductively as she tore of his shirt. "Wha-okay." Bruce mumbled as he kissed and nipped her breast, smirking as she moaned in pleasure.

He ran his hands over her flat stomach, feeling her toned muscles and tracing her feminine curves. Selina had a beautiful body, one that took a lot of work, and he was going to appreciate it all night long.

Bruce felt Selina un-button his slacks as they fell to his ankles. She gave a hungry growl as she ripped off his briefs, leaving him exposed and freeing his throbbing organ.

Bruce had his eyes shut tightly in pleasure as he felt his lovely Ex take her warm hand and gently touch him. "Are you sure you want this, Bruce?" She teased, gently raking her nails underneath him as her thumb played with the head of his penis.

Batman fought back a low groan as his mind began to slow down. "Oh hell yes..." He muttered as he felt himself get lost in the sensations.

Selina stood up and placed her hands on his perfectly chiseled chest. "Then take me." She breathed between fierce kisses. "Make me yours."

Bruce grunted a non-commital reply as he she straddled his waist and smiled down at him, her emerald eyes almost glowing in the darkness of the room.

"Maybe we should use p'tection." He muttered as she positioned herself above him. "It's okay, I'm on the pill." She lied as she felt him press against her entrance.

Without a moments hesitation Bruce grabbed her thighs and without mercy shoved his aching manhood inside of her, revelling in her warmth and tightness as she let out a small gasp.

"B-Bruce!" She panted as she felt him fill her completely. "Ohhh...Bruce!" She knew Bruce was large, of course, it wasn't as though they had never been together like this. But it had been so long since they had become one, and Selina was once again being reminded of the fact that Batman was gifted in every area that a woman could ever want.

Their mating dance had always been rapturous; the cat and the bat were two hunters. Together, their combined passion was like nothing Catwoman had ever experienced.

Bruce was enjoying this. He liked Diana, he really did, but he hadn't had sex in so long. Going from getting some almost every night to none at all was hard on the billionaire playboy.

One of the problems with Diana, Thought Bruce as he thrust into Selina wildly, was she said she had to wait until marriage or until she's been in a long-term relationship.

He grinned as Selina screamed his name, her climax hitting her as she released her sweet seed all over the Dark Knight. She doesn't have that problem.

Bruce felt his own climax quickly approaching, and even in his drunken state he wasn't surprised. Selina was a beauty with a tiny waist, killer curves, and the flexibility of a gymnast. He began to fill the room with cries of passion. "Mm, Selina!" He grunted. "Selina, Selina, DIANA!" He shouted as his body shuddered and shook, filling her with his pleasure.

Selina paused momentarily, angry he had called out the Amazons' name in his climax instead of her own. She mentally shrugged and pulled him on top of her. Eh, let the man fantasize. Besides, after tonight I'll be the only one he wants.

She felt Bruce withdraw himself, limp and satisfied with the smell of alcohol heavy on his breath. Oh well, She thought snuggling up next to him.

It doesn't matter, he's mine now.


A/N Drama, drama, drama.

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