Hey everybody. Man i've been busy but i've still managed to upload a chapter for all three of my current stories (the Inuyasha, Queen Kobra, and this sequel). I won't keep you waiting any longer than you already have...but i will apologize. i told my facebook group members there would be an ultra hot love scene in this chapter...turns out that ultra hot scene is in the latest chapter of Queen Kobra...THERES STILL A LOVE SCENE HERE! It's just a bit more romantic than...well what u guys were messaging me about XD. anyways now everything will start coming into motion and soon you will be introduced to the new characters i told you about. looks like this is gonna be one long and in depth fic after all. ^_^ please read and review!
Batman Beyond: The Hunted
Unlimited Eternity
What Lies Behind
The blinding light hurt his eyes as the young hero was shot forward through time. Colors brilliant and unknown to mankind whizzed by and even engulfed his blackened suit as the rushing sound rung loud, yet not uncomfortably. Batman felt as if he was being tossed unto a dream like state as heavy sleepiness began to overwhelm the vigilante of the future. Sleep seemed like such a welcoming prospect even though he had no control over it. He had to resist, however, the urge – he had to stay awake! If he were to fade now there was a chance he'd never wake up again; and that was not an option. An image of the woman he loved burns into his thoughts; that smile, that warmth…he would be awake to see that again! If nothing else in this life he had to be with her again.
A white illumination opens up within the void and in the blink of an eye his legs position themselves upright, feet beginning to walk upon the air until they finally connect with a firm and stable material underneath him. His eyes close as the portal closes, regaining his senses slowly before reopening them to take in the sight of everything that was before him right now.
There was some seriously extensive damage done here in this place, like, the command center was practically totaled. Damn. But despite the destruction a feeling of self-consciousness begins to well up with some many faces gawking at the young hero. No wonder the Justice League was so highly revered and ultimately feared by society, the government, and all who opposed them. McGinnis thought he was nervous about becoming a member of the League in the far away future; he was terrified at what lied before him now. But all that doubt and worry quickly became extinguished into obscurity once Batman's eyes panned the room and landed on the frame of a woman wearing that all too familiar dark grey and black one-piece looking right back at him, a whip dangling loosely around her wide and entrancing hips, that sexy paw print resting casually on her left thigh, that full faced cowl with cat ears listening intently. It was her. The woman he had wanted and loved for so long…his best friend, his equal partner – his wife. A huge smile spreads across the neo-Bat's lips assuredly. "Max…"
The confusion on Saber's face explodes to teary jubilance. "Ter! Er, BATMAN!"
"Hi Saber," Batman answers back. "It's been a while," he voice responds back in a longing whisper.
A whine flows from the heroine's lips and within the blink of an eye the feline hero from the future is within the capable arms of her husband, legs wrapped around his waist tightly and face buried into Batman's neck. The sensation that flared between them was indescribable: hot, stuffy, chilling in pleasure that sent an overwhelming tingle racing through their hearts. Batman's arms place themselves upon the small of his mate's back and squeezes their bodies together; even now some many years in the past their hearts still beat in unison, the one thing that let him know she was still alive – and the realization of this made him hold her even closer, shushing her tears while fighting his own. His lips somehow manage to find hers, and he gently pecks against the softness of her mouth in reassuring and loving gestures.
Saber kisses him back; neither even realizing that they still donned their cowls, and not giving a damn either way. Her arms tightly wrap around his neck and the kiss turns more passionate, more fiery enough to gain whistles and coos of approval of the gathered league members. Flash probably being the only one there with a frown on his face. He turns and looks at Batman and Green Arrow…nope, he wasn't the only one. But Terry didn't care about who was there and who approved or not. This feeling of having his beloved wife in his arms once more was stifling. He'd take her right here, right now…"Knock it off you two, save it for the bedroom," a feminine voice rebukes out loud in a mild Spanish-like accent. Who could that be?
Evidently Saber knew who it was; and she didn't like the interruption one bit. The panther queen growls angrily and threatens between kisses, "I'll send you to hell, Shayera, if you come any closer…"
"Been there, done that lover – you know that already." Batman opens his eyes and stares at the floating creature in midair behind them…she was close. She was beautiful. Those loud green eyes and orange-red locks…the unmistakable wings protruding from her back. So this was Rex (Warhawk's) mother: Shayera Hol, Hawkgirl, the Thanagarian. Shway. He gives Saber a look of shock as she pulls out of his arms with a reluctant sigh and turns, extending her arms out for the Thanagarian with an annoyed yet pleased look. Hawkgirl smirks, opening her hold and taking Saber into her arms, lifting the girl slightly off the ground.
"Jealousy is not a good luck on you, Shayera," Saber coos.
And Saber was friends with Hawkgirl? Oh, he would get some answers if it was the last thing he did.
"Keep it PG-13, huh kids?" McGinnis turns his head and gawks in sheer amazement at the form of Batman, the real Batman, standing before him. Saber drops smoothly to the ground and takes her place beside her husband, intertwining her fingers through his.
"In ordinary circumstances," Max replies with a grin, "your son would say something like, 'Don't be mad 'cause you're too old to enjoy something like this.'"
The original Batman shakes his head wearily and folds his arms as the remaining founding members surround them. "No respect for your elders, huh?"
"None whatsoever." Saber eyes her true love and gently coaxes him forward. "Don't just stand there, say hello to father."
McGinnis notices the uncomfortable twinge that briefly overtakes Bruce at the term that Saber used…almost in a yearning of displeasure…like he wanted her to call him something more. The hero from the future scowls mentally. Looks like there might be one hell of a problem here. With a begrudging smirk they shake hands, tension immediately starting to roll off of them in blatant waves.
But as the day progressed things began to settle down some, and the romantic atmosphere that had settled down on the couple had returned a hundred fold. Together they walked the length of the Watchtower as Saber gave her husband (renamed Blacknight so as to not bring up any unwanted confusion between both Batman's) the grand tour. And as they proceeded on their journey, laughing and talking and reminiscing along the way McGinnis couldn't help but look at her and feel peace and contentment. Yes the future they knew was in shambles, nearly destroyed all together from the evil of Brainiac that plagued the planet – but being here with her right now made everything better; the joy of reuniting was unstable and adoring…he'd have to thank the mechanical tyrant before killing him.
Before long however the hours pass, and the couple head towards their newly assigned room. The halls were emptying, the lights aboard the ship dimming in a loving lure. It was becoming difficult to wait much longer. Saber pushes the buttons on the keypad slowly, trying to remember the entry code – failing however as Blacknight continues to kiss on her neck, standing behind the female hero with his arms wrapped tightly around her stomach. "Hurry up," he urges. "Or else whoever walks past here next isn't going to like what they see…"
"You're making it hard to concentrate," Saber sighs out, retyping the code again after deleting the last attempt.
"Well you're making a lot of things hard." He plants a palm on her shoulder and pushes the girl's upper body forward into the keypad. The hero from the future forces her body around, pressing his frame against the front of hers, squishing her between himself and the door. Raising her body up and practically groaning in excitement as her legs wrap around him – and noticing all too well the lost and yet familiar sensation of her covered pocketbook against his manhood – he states, "Let me try. What's the digits?"
"SbrF01. Capital 'S' 'br' capital 'F' zero one."
The Bat punches in the code and almost instantly the doors slide open, giving way to the heroes as they step inside. A string of glowing lights catch their attention and the man smirks. "Looks like your friends want us to have a good time." All around the large bedroom there were candles glowing beautifully as the full moon lit up the rest of the area in a mystical way, and upon the bed was a shower of sprinkled rose petals. A soothing aroma filled the air, one that seemed to make the love burn greater. A bottle of wine sat on the table, probably one of Bruce's old memoirs…they probably wouldn't get to that til morning.
"I'm going to kill them," Saber huffs.
"I'm going to thank them. Max," he says, pulling off his mask and then her own. She looked the same, nothing had changed at all from the last time he saw her – well, except for another vast amount of maturity and weariness he couldn't quite decipher. "You seem so tired."
"I've been a busy girl," she winks in response.
"You've been fighting," he counters with a strange tone of grief.
"Terry," Max states, placing her palm against his cheek and peering into his eyes. "It's my job, my duty."
"But never like this. I sent you here in hopes of keeping you safe." McGinnis sets her down on her feet and walks to the bed, plopping down on it warily.
"Ter," Max starts, approaching him slowly.
"He told me," Terry cuts her off. "Bruce told me about how you faced off against Bizarro…how you almost died." Damnit. So that's what the old man was talking to him about before they started the tour…if it didn't mean the chance of Terry never being born in the future then she'd kill Bruce. "I knew it was true." Terry hangs his head into his palm. "There was a moment in the future when my heart started aching, and I could feel my body losing strength – like a part of me was on its deathbed. I could feel you dying Max." He turns watery eyes for his wife. "I thought you were dead – I blamed myself everyday for that too. Sending you here all alone killed myself in every single moment of my life back there. I wanted to die…"
"STOP!" Max yells, throwing herself on top of her husband and forcing both of his arms up above his head, pinning him down to the bed with as much strength as she dared. "I was angry at you for so long," she yelled. "I hated you for abandoning me like that. Do you know how that felt? So many times I thought you had died, so many times I wondered what had happened to you – and I hated myself for not being strong enough to fight back. With every missed chance and clue at finding Brainiac's beginning I grew weary and tired. I thought maybe you were wrong, and maybe there was no hope after all. I wanted to give up…because as long as I couldn't find the link I would never see you again. And I despised you for that…BUT I LOVED YOU!" Max screams through tears.
"I loved you so much, Terry. There was not a moment when I didn't think about you. The people here have kept me sane…but when they were gone I still loved you! I wanted you! I…" Max leans down and buries her face deep into his chest, crying. "I love you so much…"
"Max…"
"So please stop. I don't give a damn about what happened in the past or the future. I only care about right now. Right now you're here with me, I'm in your arms again…isn't that good enough?"
McGinnis wraps his arms around the waist of his wife and rolls her over upon the bed, planting himself gently atop of her with a sympathetic stare wearing across his features. He hated to see her like this, so down. The last time Max had been so sad was when Lionel left, and when Terry had battled her that storm filled night like an old enemy rather than a lover. Seeing the agony play upon her frame was overwhelming even afterward…He had sworn never to make her cry like that again. But he never seemed to get it right. "Max," he says, looking into her eyes and moving closer to her lips, "It's the best…" He kisses her then, passionately and without bias. She was right, this was what it was all about. For so long he had yearned to be beside Maxine once again and now it had finally come to pass. There was nothing more in this world that he desired than this right now. "Don't cry," he pleads. "You don't have to cry anymore. I won't ever leave you again…just, don't cry…I love you, so don't cry."
Max allows him to continue to kiss her. How could she not? For so long, for so many years this was one of the things with him she longed for. To feel his touch. Terry's hands trail her body, murmuring her name over and over again as she allowed herself to give into him. Yes, everything that happened – all of the hurt, and anger, and resentment; all of the betrayal and lies and confusion – was in the past, or rather the far away future, where it could not be touched. What lied behind did not matter to them anymore. This was a new moment and a fresh start. His touch felt new, more calculated and sensual than she remembered, her mind screaming for so much more than what he was giving. "Terry please, I want you. I miss you…I want you."
Those words were all he needed; because it was all he wanted right now as well. Her clothes, gone, his clothes, discarded like old rags. They laid there on the bed, looking at one another and touching each other's bodies in passionate caresses and kisses. It had been so long – they needed to get reacquainted again. His hardened pecks and developed muscles overflowed Terry's body in a daunting way; her frame melted and curved in a sensual lure that seemed inhuman…then again, she wasn't human. Terry's tongue dances across his wife's chocolate brown nipple, her heavy intake of breath only driving him on even forward before heading down to her moistened pocketbook and taking the juices there hungrily. The way he tasted and ate at her, his tongue dancing across her most sensitive areas in motions that brought about the most defined pleasure. The sound of her voice moaning out from the ecstasy that he gave to her burned up so many pleasant memories – and in those memories he grows ever the more exuberant.
Her body was growing hot at what he was doing to her, the sheer sensation of it all was incredible. Fire was burning inside every fiber of her being, tingles of enjoyment shooting across her frame and erupting at precious points throughout Max's body. It was good – it was fantastic! "Terry," she moans out his name in a sexy way that makes McGinnis immediately rise up and take position. He couldn't hold out any longer; fuck foreplay. "I want you…" Max blushes, "inside of me." Her eyes look up at his frame hovering over him sheepishly as she repeats. "I want to feel you become one with me again…"
"Max…" He slides his hand across her legs, and they instinctively open willingly before guiding his self inside of her warm, moist, and tight frame. A sound of shock erupts from his lips as he hesitates…had she always felt this good? Max could question the same thing: had he always been this big? But questions, unnecessary questions would have to go answered…there was a greater call yearning them onward. Slowly the Dark Knight begins to move in and out of his wife, grinding into her frame in well executed movements. Max could hardly believe the pure feeling of it all – the way he moved inside of her, rousing such sinful feelings of pleasure into her body. "I love you, Max…I…ohhhh fuck…" His words stop short as he begins to pound into her frame harder, the quieted gasps and breathing turning into all out moans. She hoped the neighbors were out stopping a robbery or something.
"More…" she gasps out. "Love me more…" Well, you get what you ask for. Her wishes were his commands - anything she wanted Terry would give it to her. And although the husband had never said it out loud he'd give up the bat insignia for her...if that's what she wanted. Superman had Kryptonite, he had Max - she was his weakness...she was his source of power. Terry's passion turns even stronger, kissing her neck and chest in the midst of the pleasure evoking motions being placed upon her. So warm...McGinnis laces his fingers through hers, his nails digging deep into the bed with the feeling of Max's breath caressing his neck. She throws back her neck, exposing her throat and Terry's mouth and tongue immediately converge upon it. This moment, this incredible sensation, was merely the start of it all. And they liked it...they loved it.
"I love you…"
****That night, under the flooding light of the moon, Terry laid on his back, the sheets just barely covering his member while of the rest of his upper body remained exposed. And Max was directly next to him on her side, arm resting on his chest and covering her breasts, the covers hardly protecting her buttocks. It was like a dream, like a painting of great art. Terry plays with the ring on her finger before pulling the palm up to his lips and kissing her wrist passionately as Max snuggled further into his arms. They didn't know what future the past held for them, but now that they were together again…they'd face it together.
To Be Continued…
