Chapter 9

The last thing Waylon had wanted to deal with that evening was Batman, yet here the caped crusader was, kicking him in the face and saving the snivelling life of Penguin. Waylon didn't understand why Batman didn't kill people, it would solve all of Gotham's crime problems, thousands of people would be saved in the long run, yet the dark night could not bring himself to end a life. Some people thought it was noble, Waylon thought it was irresponsible.

Another blow to the head from Batman in an attempt to knock Waylon out. He shook it off and lunged at Batman, who rolled out of the way and threw a batarang or whatever it was at the back of Waylon's head. He growled and snapped his jaws, his vision starting to turn red. The Batman was really going to send him over the edge, mainly because when fighting the Batman, Waylon couldn't draw blood. He didn't want to go crazy, loose his mind and end up back in Arkham, especially with Madeline in Batman's reach.

He glanced over to Madeline who was looking for a place to hide as Penguin tried to make a run for it. He wasn't going to let Penguin get away that easily so he grabbed the nearest chair and threw it towards the fleeing man, narrowly missing him. Madeline had ducked out of instinct when the chair went flying over her head, but Batman mistook that for her life being in danger and abandoned his fight with Waylon to rescue Madeline from what he thought was a life threatening situation.

His cape surrounded Madeline for a moment, engulfing her in darkness before revealing Batman's arm around Madeline's waist and his other arm in the air with his grappling hook in hand aimed upwards. Waylon's vision didn't even fade red, the haze just took over in an instant and he charged towards them at top speed.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!" He roared, but the only sound that came out was a unintelligible roar. Before he reached them, Batman and Madeline went soaring up into the air, Madeline screaming as they did so. Waylon looked up and saw them land on a wall mounted figurine and saw Batman readjust Madeline in his arms so he held her with both. That was it, there was no going back. Batman could not hold her like that. That was the way you held someone you loved as you carried them to bed. That was the way Waylon had carried Madeline to his warehouse when she had been freezing cold and wanted to take her to bed. Batman was holding Waylon's girl in that way, and Killer Croc wasn't having any of it.

"Put me down right now!" Madeline ordered, trying to break free of Batman's tight grip but she was held fast in his arms.

"I'm trying to save you." Batman growled in his deep voice so no one could tell who he was.

"No, you're getting in the way and making things worse. Put me down right now and go catch Penguin, that bastard deserves to get his ass kicked more than Waylon does."

"Do you think you have a relationship with Killer Croc?" Batman exclaimed in a monotone while still sounding surprised. "If that is true, you should get out while you can, he's dangerous and will turn on you." Madeline looked down at Waylon who was glaring up at them and growling loudly. No doubt his eyes had turned to slits and he had somewhat of a jealous expression on his face. The way Batman was handling her was probably pissing him off, and that made Madeline smile a little on the inside.

"I know he's dangerous, I watched him slaughter twelve men before, and he was going to kill some strippers too but I stopped him. Not by trying to knock him out, but by treating him like a person and asking him to stop!" Madeline yelled, staring Batman right in the eyes. "And don't you go saying I've pulled a 'Harley Quinn' or something like that because I haven't. I don't have Stockholm syndrome, but I tell you what I do have, chiroptophobia! So will you please put me down!"

Batman hesitated for a moment, but his hesitation was cut short when a chair hit the wall to the side of them. Waylon was getting angry, tossing things around and roaring for them to come down, and Penguin had disappeared. Batman leaped off the ledge and glided down to the other side of the room. He let Madeline go and she immediately ran over to Waylon who looked as if he was about to charge towards Batman again. Madeline put her hands on his chest like she had done before and looked up at him. He didn't look down but she could tell by his breathing and posture that he was calming down a little. She glanced over her shoulder at Batman who was still standing there. Why hadn't he made an attempt to leave yet?

"I still have to take you in Croc." Batman said, practically reading the question in Madeline's mind.

"Like hell you will. I'll eat you alive before I let you put me back in there!" Waylon growled, and Madeline could feel every muscle in his body tense up with animalistic rage. She didn't want him to fight Batman anymore, he had bullet wounds, broken ribs, a chunk of flesh missing, and a broken arm.

"Can't we just run for it? Loose him in the sewers or something?" Madeline asked in a hushed voice. She didn't want him to get hurt anymore, she just wanted to go back to the warehouse and kiss him.

"I'm going to kill him, so you better stand back or you'll get hurt too." Waylon warned, but it kind of sounded more like a threat. Madeline hesitated, she didn't want to let him go. Then she had an idea.

"You're stronger when you're really mad right? Like the hulk or something?" Madeline asked, looking at a surprised Waylon with hope in her eyes.

"Yeah." Waylon said. "But it's hard to calm down afterwards."

"You got any ways for me to calm you down?" Madeline asked, trying to think of calming methods her mother had used when Jack had thrown a hissy fit. "I gotta show my boobs or something?"

"What? No! Maybe? No. Singing. Singing works for me... and boobs." Waylon added, a smirk appearing on his angry face for a moment. "But it's still too dangerous." He had his eyes on Batman still who was quite nicely waiting for them to finish their conversation.

"I'm sure I can manage to calm you down." Madeline said, ignoring Waylon's warning.

"Don't..."

"Okay here goes." Madeline said, taking a deep breath and looking directly at Batman as she spoke. "Batman grabbed my ass."

Madeline was almost knocked over Waylon had charged off so fast and so violently. He lunged at Batman, swinging his good arm and his broken arm at the fast moving bat who only managed to narrowly miss the attacks. Waylon leaped and snapped at Batman, landing on all fours as Batman rolled out of the way, the end of his cape almost catching in Waylon's jaws. Batman was known for his hand to hand combat skills, but not against some of Waylon's size and speed. All he could do was dodge. All Madeline could do was watch and hope for the best. If only he had agreed to make a run for it and not fight, Madeline had no idea what she would do if he got caught and thrown in Arkham. Visit him? How would that even work? Did Arkham Asylum even allow visitors?

Batman charged towards Waylon and leaped into the air, flipping over him and landing behind so when Waylon turned around he received a punch to the face. Batman kept up the bombardment, punching again and again in quick succession so Waylon didn't have a chance to retaliate. Once Waylon had had enough from it and fell to his knees for a moment, Batman brought a knee up and slammed it into Waylon's jaw. Batman quickly leaped back as Waylon snapped, and lunged forward. He was on all fours and pounced like a wild animal, just missing Batman again but was quick to charge again, this time scratching Batman's arm and piercing through the fabric of the suit.

Batman fired his grappling hook and shot up into the air. Waylon followed him with his eyes, growling heavily as Batman retreated to a safe position. Madeline wanted to go over to Waylon and drag him to an escape but she knew it wasn't time to get close yet. She had to keep her distance until the fight was over, otherwise she ran the risk of calming Waylon down too early, or getting caught in the middle of the fight. She watched Batman as he adjusted something on his arm and then grappled across to the other side of the room before flying down. He skimmed over the top of Waylon and then back flipped over him again. Waylon didn't notice but Madeline did, Batman had something in his hand, a tranquilizer or something fixed on his gauntlet. He was trying to get it into Waylon's neck, one of the only places left that wasn't as hard as rock.

Without thinking Madeline ran towards the strange, abandoned gun Penguin had dropped earlier, lifted it up and fired three times. She only just missed the top of Waylon's head and on the third shot managed to hit Batman, sending him flying at super speed into and through the wall. She could hear the sound of screams as Batman landed in the main room of the club, no doubt badly injured but most likely still alive. This was their time to escape without being followed.

Waylon looked like he was about to charge through the wall after Batman so Madeline ran up and blocked his path. She put her hands on his chest but he didn't relax, in fact, he glared at her and growled like a hungry beast. He was right. It was hard to calm him down when he was so worked up. She backed away quickly and Waylon prowled forward, licking his lips and looking hungry. Was he going to try and eat her? Was he actually going to try and eat her? She took as step back for every step forward Waylon took and began to panic as she moved closer to the wall. She would be trapped. She couldn't make a run for it, Waylon was too fast and the sudden movement would make him more violent. What had he said for her to do? Sing? But what song? She racked her brain for the right song, but had no clue where to start. He was black so maybe rap? No, that wasn't calming. A lullaby perhaps, but which one?

Waylon got closer, his mouth drooling like it had before, his tongue hanging out and his breath laboured. He was powerful and strong, his jaws like iron. Would it be painful? Would it take long? Was she going to die? Was he going to be the one to kill her? Before she'd even had a chance to tell him how she felt? What song would work damn it? What could she sing.

"Hush little baby don't say a word," Madeline blurted out, singing the first thing that came into her head. "Mama's going to buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird won't sing, mama's going to buy you a diamond ring..." Waylon didn't stop moving towards her but he did retract his tongue and close his mouth. Madeline felt her back press against the wall and Waylon moved closer, towering over her, his breath on her face.

"And if that diamond ring turns brass, mama's going to buy you a looking glass..."

Waylon stopped, their bodies pressed against each other, so close and yet so far. Madeline found herself unable breath, her chest rising up and down faster and faster as she gasped for air. They're eyes locked, his still slits of black in a sea of toxic yellow, roaring eyes of primal rage. She felt her body quiver, with fear or desire, she didn't know. She swallowed a lump in her throat, her mouth dry and lips begging to be kissed.

"And if that looking glass gets broke, mama's going to buy you..."

Waylon suddenly moved closer, his good hand against the wall and his face dangerously close to hers. She was panting now, her heart practically pounding its way out of her chest.

They're eyes stayed locked, Waylon's pupils starting to dilate back to normal, but they still looked so intense and wild. She wanted him so bad, every inch of her craved his touch, his taste, his powerful body wrapped around her in a passionate death roll of desire. They're lips moved closer, tantalisingly close now, just one more inch and she would get what she had wanted from him all night. She bit her lips and gazed at him, her eyes gazing over with desire as he leaned in closer, so close, almost there. There was no one else in the room, just them, not even the tank and desk was there anymore, just them in whatever room they desired. A bed maybe, soft Egyptian cotton sheets in red, rose petals scattered across the room and dim candle light to illuminate the passion with fire. Ecstasy was on her lips, a prayer to god for them to kiss, to have him all to herself for just one night...

They heard sirens, and the faint sound cut through the air like a knife and sliced the mood to pieces. They both looked away but neither moved, even though they both knew they should run before the police or Batman found them. Madeline took a deep breath.

"You okay?" She asked, glancing up at him. Waylon stayed silent and stared into the distance. Madeline examined him and the smirked.

"I know you're back to normal." She said, lightly punching him in the good arm. "You just want me to show my boobs don't you?" Waylon pursed his lips for a moment and then tried to hide a grin.

"Yeah." He admitted with a smile. "Come on, let's get out of here?"

"What about the cash?" Madeline asked as Waylon crouched to let her get on his back. "And Penguin?"

"Forget about the cash, I got something better planned."

Thankfully Batman was not waiting for them back at the warehouse, and the search for Killer Croc had taken the police downtown and nowhere near the docs. They crept inside and Madeline made a beeline for the boxes in the corner.

"What are looking for?" Waylon asked as he went over to the broken mirror leaning against the wall and examined his injuries. The bullet wounds were starting to heal and the mark from that gun Penguin had fired at him seemed to have disappeared. His arm was still broken however, limp, heavy and useless.

"I'm looking for something for us to do. Gotta keep this party going or I'm going to fall asleep." Madeline said, trying to climb over the boxes in her tight dress that did not allow for much movement. As she bent over to look inside of a box Waylon could almost see her underwear but the dress just covered it. Again, he had seen her in her underwear, but it was way sexier like this. Especially since the dress, hair and makeup made Madeline seem like a classy heiress or something, and getting a peek of her underwear was so much more tantalizing.

"I think there's an old iPod in the box at the back, and there's a speaker system hooked up to the TV." Waylon said, turning his attention back to his busted arm. It wasn't healing like normal, usually it only took about an hour for a broken arm to heal, this was just hanging limp with no change. Unless... Waylon let his arm swing a little, counting to three and then swinging it hard to the right. Like he had expected, he felt a painful crack as the arm locked back into place and movement returned. Turns out it had just been dislocated, would have been nice to know that during his fight with Batman.

Thinking of the fight with Batman reminded Waylon of what had almost happened after the Bat had gone flying through the wall. He'd very nearly attacked Madeline, this time for real. He'd gotten so close to her, he'd been so hungry, all he wanted was to eat her. But then she'd started singing like he'd told her to do, and it had been like an electric shock when he heard those lyrics. It was the same song he'd heard before, back when he'd only just left the circus and was living with some homeless people in an abandoned building. It had been their shelter and he their protected for a time. He remembered occasions where he'd have a nightmare or get really angry about something and lash out, nearly killing one of them. But there had been a nice old lady in that group who sang that same song Madeline had to calm him down. It brought back painful memories, but also nice ones. Especially since once his animalistic side began to fade his stalking became prowling, his growls of hunger growls of desire, and his tongue begged to taste Madeline in a different way to blood and guts. It had been the perfect moment, they'd been so close and both so turned on. But, like usual, the cops ruined it and they had to cut that moment short and return to the warehouse where the mood of the unfinished kiss still lingered.

Waylon slumped down on the couch and watched as Madeline plugged in the iPod, surprised that the thing still had battery. He examined her as she scrolled through the music list, every inch of her body perfect in every way. She'd let her hair down from the princess bun and it hung messy and wild around her face, making her even more desirable. He wanted her, but it wouldn't be right just to try and have her now, especially since the mood had been perfect before. Girls liked the mood to be perfect when they did it, no half baked attempts at a first time.

"Oh my god!" Madeline exclaimed, making Waylon jump.

"What's wrong?" He asked, worried something truly terrible was wrong and the whole evening was ruined yet again.

"I love this song!" Madeline beamed, and clicked the play button and Waylon flopped back down, despairing at how freaked out Madeline had just made him. The music started to play and a familiar sound echoed around the warehouse. Madeline nodded her head to the beat and started to dance, swaying her hips and getting down low. She moved her shoulders and swaggered a bit like a gangster as the music required of her.

"Shawty had them apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur. The whole club was lookin' at her." Madeline sang, slapping her ass and kicked her leg up as she flicked her hair. "She hit the floor, next thing you know shawty got low low low low low low low low." Madeline could hardly hit the low notes but swayed her hips as she got lower and lower to the ground before pushing her ass out as she stood up, showing off her stripper moves. She made eye contact with Waylon and he grinned. He was certainly liking this little performance, and who didn't like a girl who listened to Flo Rida?

"Them baggy sweat pants and the Reebok's with the straps. She turned around and give that big booty a smack." She sang, swinging her hips around wide as she turned to face away from Waylon and slapped her right cheek once. Waylon smirked, god damn it she was sexy, and a good dancer.

"She hit the floor. Next thing you know, Shawty got low low low low low low low low."

Madeline ran her hands through her hair as she lowered down, keeping her back straight as she did so, and then quickly shot back up to saunter over to Waylon who kind of felt like a gangster in a club with the best stripper giving him all the attention he wanted. He could practically imagine piles of cocaine on a glass coffee table, purple and red strobe lighting, people dancing below at his club. That had been his first dream when he moved to Gotham, however, things hadn't turned out the way he'd planned. Then again, if they had and he did own a club with strippers and all the cocaine a drug lord could want, he might never have gotten to know Madeline and experience the most amazing woman he'd ever met.

Madeline straddled Waylon's lap with her knees on the couch either side of him. She put her hands on his shoulders and smirked as she looked into his eyes and grinded her hips lightly against him.

"You want a lap dance?" She asked, flicking her hair to the other side so half of it hung over one eye as she bit her lip.

"I thought you only gave lap dances to the big criminals?" Waylon asked, running his hand up Madeline's thigh. Her skin felt so good, and so smooth, like creamy white silk.

"Well you are a criminal." Madeline explained, leaning in to whisper in Waylon's ear. "And from what I can feel, you seem pretty big to me." Her words in his ear send tingles throughout his body and he moved his hand to Madeline's lower back and pulled her a little closer.

"Is that right?" He asked with a mischievous grin. Madeline giggled and licked her lips, straightening her back so she was taller than Waylon, her breasts at the same level as his face. Waylon got a little giddy for a second, he'd never actually been this close to breasts before, they were even better in real life than they were in HD.

"So you want a dance or not?" Madeline asked, running her finger down the side of Waylon's face, down his neck and stopping at his chest.

"Oh yeah baby, show me what you got. But I don't a tip or anything for ya?"

"Oh honey," Madeline said, hopping of Waylon's lap and taking a few steps back to begin her dance. "I'll take more than just a tip."

It was amazing Waylon did blow his top just from that comment alone, but he managed to hold it together as Madeline went over to the iPod and changed the music. She licked her lips as 'Candy Shop' began to play and sashayed over, rolling her body to the rhythm and running her hands over her body. One hand travelled down from her right shoulder, across her collarbone and down the side of her left breast as the other ran down her hip and onto her leg. She sang along with Olivia's lyrics when they came up and slowly turned around, swaying her hips from left to right as she slowly moved backwards, putting her hands out front and clicking along with the beat.

She shook her ass and bounced lightly, almost coming in contact with Waylon but just missing him by an inch. Waylon wanted to reach out and grab her hips to guide her onto him but he knew strippers had a no touching rule so he used all the willpower he could muster to keep his arms by his side. Madeline looked over her shoulder at him, her green eyes gleaming with mischief and tantalising desire.

"You wanna unzip me?" She proposed, the words sounding passive aggressive order from dungeon mistress. Waylon was quick to reach for the top of the dress but Madeline reached out and put her hand on his arm.

"Slowly." She whispered, her expression one of anticipation. Waylon attempted to oblige and very slowly pulled the zip down, the metal running smoothly as the red dress parted, revealing a pathway across her body that lead to the land of milk and honey.

Madeline pulled away and sauntered forward, slowly pulling the sleave of the dress down over her shoulder. She peaked over at Waylon as she did so, her eyes saying 'take me' but her body so far away. She lowered the other sleeve and shimmed her body so the dress slipped down over her curves, her bare back exposed. Waylon had to grip the couch and ripped into the fabric with his claws. She wasn't wearing a bra! Madeline slipped the dress all the way down and it landed at her feet. She stepped out of it wearing nothing but a very lacy thong, and turned around, one arm covering her breasts.

She moved forward, running her free hand over her body and quickly swapping them so Waylon never saw her whole breast exposed at once. She pursed her lips and put both of her hands on Waylon's shoulders, but before Waylon had a chance to look at the naked breasts Madeline pulled herself forward onto his lap, her breasts pressing against Waylon's chest and their lips tantalizingly close once more. She put her hands behind Waylon's head, holding him delicately as she leaned in close. Her eyes were that of a temptress, so beautiful and yet dangerous. Good thing Waylon was dangerous too.

He moved quickly and spun them around, Madeline landing on the couch and he on top of her. He held her jaw with his thumb and finger and tilted her head up before mashing their lips together. Finally, he was kissing her. His tongue delve into her mouth and he felt Madeline's hands on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. He had to be careful not to fall on top of her though, he did weigh 580lb.

Waylon felt Madeline wrap her legs around his waist and lock her feet together. He slipped his hand under her back and pulled her up so she was on his lap again. He kissed down her neck and stopped briefly to nibble at her neck, making her squeal with delight. He kissed her shoulder and down across her chest, kissing her breasts before she tilted his head up and looked into his eyes, her face blushing red and her breath laboured.

"Take me." She gasped. "Take me now!" She ran her hands all over his body, across his pecks, over his biceps, across his abbs. He didn't need telling twice he was about to burst as it was. He hooked a claw inside of Madeline's thong and pulled, ripping the fabric and tossing it across the room.

Waylon pulled her close and Madeline knelt up so he could get his damn zipper open. His manhood sprang free, desperate for a warm sheath and he held it firm as Madeline sat back down, slipping inside of her and making her gasp with ecstasy. It had been a while since Waylon had done this, and the whole night had been making it difficult for him to restrain himself, but he had to hold off, he could go and embarrass himself by blowing his lid in mere seconds.

Madeline pressed her lips against his again, her whole body moving in time with his thrusts, pressing against him down to the hilt as he guided her with his hands on her hips. So deep, so hot, so good! He had never had it like this before, never this amazing. Sure he'd had sex with prostitutes but this, this was beyond anything he had ever imagined it could be. This was passionate, this was intense, this was desire and lust wrapped up in one hot little body riding him to the edge of the earth. She moaned as they moved, her gasps of pleasure a heavenly sound to Waylon's ears. His mind was racing, his head spinning, his eyes unsure on whether to dilate or become savage slits. He wanted to lose control a little, let his animal side come out and give Madeline the best time of her life. He wanted to pound her against the wall, on the floor, from all angles and all positions. He wanted to fill her up and take her again and again.

"Oh god!" Madeline gasped, parting their lips to throw her head back and gasp. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna..." She let out a loud and warbled moan as her body clenched tightly around Waylon. The pressure was so intense and so hot, almost burning in fact, that Waylon couldn't hold it back anymore either and practically roared as his hot seed spurted inside of her. It was the most extreme orgasm he had ever felt and it seemed to last for a lifetime. He wanted to stay on the edge, that moment when the pleasure hits its peak and hovers at the top before fading. Madeline looked to be at that point too, her eyes squeezed tight and her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She was holding her breath as she went over the peak and then let out a satisfied sigh as she came down from the carnal high. Waylon felt himself do the same, his hands tightening on Madeline's hips and his mind spinning. He tried to speak. He wanted to tell her something. He wanted to say those three words, those eight letters! But he couldn't quite manage it, and the next thing he knew he was falling asleep, Madeline on his chest breathing lightly, her eyes shut but still an expression of ecstasy on her face.

"I love you." He whispered, but he knew she couldn't hear him.

Phew things got steamy up in here. Finally, they hooked up, and we know that they both love each other but haven't said anything yet. The idea for the Hush Little Baby song comes from the comic Requiem for a Killer Batman #471 (1991). Its a good read so check it out and keep an eye out for updates because I seem to be writing them at a super sonic rate.