Today was my first day back at Wayne Enterprises after my recovery and multiple disagreements between myself, Kal, and Bruce. I clutched the coffee caddy in my palms as I approached Ruby's desk with a meager smile.
"Nice to see you, Ruby," I said, handing her, her usual Chai tea. She took the tea with a smile before she rose from her desk to give me a hug. My eyes widened as I lightly patted her back in response, having not realized our working relationship had transgressed to this.
"I am so glad you are okay, Linda," she said before she pulled away from the hug, giving my shoulders a light squeeze before sitting back down at her desk.
"What's the mood status?" I asked, motioning my head towards Bruce's office door. Ruby rolled her eyes as she idly tapped her finger rapidly upon her desk.
"If I were you…I'd walk in with a shield," she said as my eyebrows rose in surprise.
"That bad, huh?" I said, clearing my throat and adjusting the purse on my shoulder.
"Good luck!" Ruby exclaimed as I made my way to the door and turned the knob. I opened the door slowly, my heart thumping so fast I thought it might explode from my chest. Bruce sat at his desk, filing through paperwork per usual, but the look he had on his face included furrowed eyebrows that could not have been furrowed any farther. I cleared my throat to introduce my presence as he hadn't yet acknowledged it.
"You're late," he said sternly, not bothering to glance up at me as he continued to sign papers.
"Oh come on, Bruce, only by a couple of minutes. I was talking to Ruby," I said, approaching the desk cautiously as if at any moment he would spontaneously combust and send me flying across the room.
"I don't pay you to socialize," he said with a growl, still not bothering to look up at me. Ruby was not kidding; he was in such a bad mood, I had to wonder if he just heard news that The Joker escaped Arkham again or something.
"Right, I'm, uh-I'm sorry…," I said, having not a clue as to how else to respond. I placed the coffee cup at the corner of his desk lightly before removing my own and tossing the caddy into the wastebasket. Bruce finally glanced elsewhere from his papers, but it was to the coffee cup and then right back to his papers.
"Thank you," was all he said as I frowned and sulked down into the chair in front of his desk.
"Don't get too comfortable, I'm actually about to leave. I have a meeting with a potential new executive for the board across town," he said and I adjusted in my seat, taking a sip of my coffee.
"Well that sounds boring," I responded as he finally looked up at me, placing the pen down on his desk. I caught his gaze and suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable, and not in the hot and bothered sort of way.
"Some of us actually have work to do for our alter-egos," he said gruffly and I stared at him, somewhat shocked at this sudden change in demeanor. Rather, this was the real Bruce Wayne again all of a sudden, not the version of Bruce I had seemed to tap my way into. I opened my mouth to respond, but he was already standing from his desk, his coat draped over his arm. He walked past me and my eyes landed on the stranded coffee that I had brought him. I rose, grabbing the coffee as I did so.
"Bruce, you forgot your coffee," I said, turning to hand it to him. He glanced over his shoulder, idly waving me off.
"I don't need the caffeine right now. Get with Ruby and find out what tasks she needs assistance with. I probably won't be back in the office 'til tomorrow morning. Have a good day," he said with a nod and strode out of the office. I stood there for a moment, completely dumbfounded and at a loss. I decided to not think much of it and assumed he was just having a bad day. He most certainly wouldn't have opened up about it if that were the case. He'd be okay tomorrow, I thought.
Well, he wasn't. In fact, the next day, I was lucky to get two words out of him the entire day, which made for a very awkward and very boring work environment. The entire week continued this way and on Friday, I finally worked up the courage to find out once and for all what had his belt in a knot. I placed my hands firmly on the edge of his desk and leaned in to look at him.
"Bruce, just what exactly is going on with you?" I asked as he glanced up at me with a quirk of the eyebrow.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," he said with full seriousness and I rolled my eyes, pushing back from the desk.
"I am not an idiot. It is clearly obvious something is going on with you as your entire behavior has completely changed since…you know," I said, crossing my arms over my chest in a huff. Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers before speaking.
"I don't know what you want me to say. I am the CEO of a company; it is not just a front. I have an actual business to run. I've gotten busy and I don't have time for small talk anymore," he said simply. I narrowed my eyes at him.
"Bull…shit," I said incredulously. I don't swear often, so when I do, anyone who knows me knows that I mean business. Bruce's eyes widened slightly before he rose from his desk. I could tell that he was doing this a means to purposely become more intimidating with his height compared to my own.
"Excuse me?" he said and I didn't move a muscle.
"You heard me. Look, I know you have this whole work before 'fun' bravado that you like to put on and that you like to pretend you are a statue of emotions, but you're not fooling me," I said sternly, gazing on at Bruce, challenging him to retort. He moved from behind the desk and stalked over, glaring down at me with a squared off jaw.
"You don't know me," he said before he brushed past me with a grunt. It took me a moment to realize he was actually leaving the office. I turned around, taking a few steps forward.
"Bruce!" I yelled after him and he did not stop. I stood there with my eyebrows furrowed, not really knowing how to handle this current situation. I went home that evening completely distracted, confused, and just feeling downright crummy. Maybe Kal had actually gotten to him and he cut off any attempts at being nice to me in the hopes that I'd actually quit. Would he actually do that? Purposely try to sabotage me? I didn't think so, but then again, this past week had completely rocked my world with what I thought I knew about Bruce Wayne.
As night settled in, I decided to end this silly debacle once and for all. I donned my Super tights and flew to Gotham City. I landed atop the building where the Bat-Signal resided and flipped on the switch, watching as the infamous Bat symbol displayed brightly in the foggy night sky. I crossed my arms and I waited. It didn't take long before I heard a light swoosh sound and then a thud as the dark, familiar form landed on the rooftop. He walked towards me, raising a hand to point at the Bat spotlight.
"This…is not a text messaging service," he said as he flipped off the light, dark eyes boring into my soul behind the Bat mask.
"I didn't know how else to get your attention. I want you to tell me what is going on. I figured if you're not willing to talk as Bruce and Linda then maybe you'd talk as Batman and Supergirl, now that you have an actual mask to hide behind," I snapped as he clenched his fists and began to pace idly back and forth.
"There is nothing to say and you really need to stop following me like some obsessed, adolescent teenager," he quipped before he started to stalk towards the edge of the building. My mouth fell agape at his comment as I put my hands on my hips.
"Are you kidding me right now?!" I yelped before he shot his grappling hook into a nearby building and started to navigate through the skyscrapers of Gotham. I gave chase, immediately taking flight and following him building by building. I followed him all the way back to Wayne Manor, where he had immediately dove into one of the secret entrances to the Bat Cave. I managed to fly in just in time before the entrance closed. I landed on the metal platform where one of the Bat Vehicles resided and slowly began to walk towards Bruce who was pacing near the Bat Computer.
"Bruce, please just talk to me. Despite these years of despising one another, we've known each other so long, I consider you a dear friend," I asked of him as I slowly made my way towards him, approaching him like an angry bear.
"I can't have this conversation with you, Kara. I told myself things could never escalate to this with anyone, ever again. There's too many complications, distractions, dangers," he said, continuing to pace as her face grew quizzical. Can't let things escalate…I repeated to myself. I wasn't entirely certain where he was going with that.
"What's complicated Bruce?" I asked as he suddenly stopped, gripping the gauntlets from his arms and throwing them to a nearby work bench. I winced as he turned to face me.
"Look, go to Grayson. It makes sense, you two knew each other when you were kids, both protégés to established heroes, and he's….sweet," he said, pausing a long moment before saying that last word. My lips slowly parted as I began to realize where Bruce was going with this and I felt my heart drop to my feet. Did he seriously… like me?
"Is that what this is all about? You're jealous of Dick?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and taking another step closer. He raised his finger at me as quick as a rabbit.
"I am not jealous and he is crazy about you," he said as I stopped dead in my tracks, pausing a moment to think.
"See that's just the thing…I'm…not crazy about him," I said hesitantly as I watched Bruce's face furrow in confusion.
"What are you talking about?" he asked at complete attention.
"Hello, Sherlock Holmes…did you ever stop to think for one moment that I've been seeing Grayson in an immature attempt at getting attention from someone else?" I asked and he shook his head as if shaking away cobwebs.
"You sure did a convincing job of 'not being crazy about him,' " he quipped sarcastically and I threw my hands in the air in frustration.
"Bruce, I realized recently that I am not the same teenage girl that crash landed here ten years ago. More importantly, I also realized that I am nothing like my cousin. I don't need sweet. I need danger, I need intrigue, and I don't need it to be easy, what fun is that?" No sooner had the last word left my mouth did I suddenly feel Bruce's mouth crushing against my own, his towering form making my body bend backwards slightly from the force of impact. My hands rose to idly shove at him for a moment because everything just happened in such a rush, but he didn't let me second guess myself as he pushed further against me and our kissing became downright rabid. If my lips could have bruised in that moment, they would have.
I suddenly found myself pushing into him before I shoved his body up against a nearby cave wall. He let out a stern grunt from the impact as I pulled away, looking up at him with concern.
"I-I don't know if I can do this, Bruce I-don't want to hurt you," I said as I really had no idea the level that I could control myself. I had successfully performed the act a few times throughout the years, but there was never a fire raging inside me the way that it was currently with the Batman. Bruce grabbed my shoulders and switched our positions so that I was now the one that was having my back slammed up against the cave wall. I grunted and smiled wickedly; even more elated that he knew just how my mind was working. He lifted a hand to rip off the cowl from his face, staring down at me.
"You won't," he insisted before his mouth crashed upon mine again. My hands ran up the armor plating of his Bat suit, idly whimpering that I hadn't a clue as to how to even begin removing his suit from him. It wasn't exactly a t-shirt and jeans ensemble. One of his hands grabbed my own as he idly kissed my palm, never taking his eyes off me. He continued to go through the song and dance of removing his Batsuit piece by piece until the only thing left between me and the vision of his Bat-Rod was a pair of black boxer briefs. I bit my lip in anticipation as he stepped forward, slipping his hands underneath the top of my Super uniform, slipping it up and over my head. I meanwhile, had been working at the belt at my waist to relieve myself of my skirtbefore kicking off my red boots.
I looked at him for a moment, taking in every curve of his muscles, every scar that laced his arms, his stomach, his shoulders. His body was pure perfection, but I would have plenty of time to ogle at his muscles later, my body had other tasks in mind. I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards me again, Bruce raising a hand to brace himself against the cave wall. He dipped his other hand behind my back and unclasped my bra with two fingers. I dropped my arms to let the straps fall from my shoulders and Bruce's mouth immediately engulfed one breast as the other was idly kneaded within his hand.
My head fell back against the cave wall as my mouth fell agape at the feeling of him suckling and fondling before his nose trailed down my stomach to the edge of the lace underwear I wore. I could feel my insides writhing as my breaths began to quicken in anticipation. He gripped the top of the lace underwear and gave it a quick tug, ripping the lace from my body before tossing it aside. He teasingly splayed his tongue over my mound for a moment as one of my hands suddenly slammed into the cave wall behind me, causing a few specks of rock to fly free. This caught me off guard for a moment, but Bruce hadn't batted an eyelash as he continued to tease with his tongue. I decided I just couldn't take it anymore as I grabbed his face and brought it up to mine.
"I appreciate the sentiment, but I need you now," I said. I hadn't been kidding when I said I didn't need sweet. Sometimes a gal just wanted to be taken and skip past the semantics. Bruce smiled wickedly as he slipped the boxer briefs from his lower half. My eyes widened at the sight of his length and I had only a moment to revel in it before he grabbed one of my legs, wrapped it around his waist and plunged his way inside me. I let out an exasperated cry of pleasure at the sudden fullness I felt within me, my hands clenching for dear life at the holds I managed to find along the cave walls.
He continued to thrust at slower and then quicker paces as his body bent into my own, occasionally giving kisses to my neck and breasts. I pulled myself forward, wrapping one arm around his shoulders to hold on for dear life as the other hand reached around to cop a feel of that deliciously plump rear end. I smiled to myself, liking very much what I found. He let out a light grunt as he suddenly grabbed my other leg and wrapped it around his waist, picking me up while supporting my butt with his hands. He carried me across the way, kissing me roughly as we went. He slowly placed me down and I shuddered as I felt cool metal against my skin. I opened my eyes and realized I was lying on my back, naked on the Bat-Mobile as Bruce peered down at me with a grin.
"Um, I don't want to dent your car…," I remarked as he patted the hood of the car with his hand.
"Alloy-bonded, armor plating; think she can handle it. You said you always wanted to ride in the Batmobile," He remarked and I smirked to myself because I had said that, hadn't I? Just never thought it would be on the thing. His hands grasped my hips as he pulled me to the edge of the hood and readjusted himself between my thighs. He placed his hands on either side of my head as he leaned forward, peering down at me as he plunged back inside. My back arched up off the hood of the car, actually liking the feel of the cool metal beneath me. He worked his hips expertly against my core, occasionally standing up straight and holding onto my hips to make my body stay put. He then lifted my hips slightly off the hood so that the angle allowed him to go even deeper and it was at this point that I almost lost complete control.
I clenched my fists and regained my composure, but then the overwhelming sensations started to travel up my body as he took me into the ultimate finish. Every single muscle in my body seemed to clench, even in areas where I had no idea my super strength lied. I heard Bruce grunting as his one fist found its way to the hood of the car in a mild punch, his own finish occurring at that very moment within me. My muscles then slowly unclenched, my mouth was agape as I slowly opened my eyes to see a bit of cool air dissipating from my mouth. Bruce cleared his throat as he touched the tips of his hair that now had literal frost on them. A hand pressed over my mouth as I saw that I had lost a little control with my artic breath. I raised a hand to tussle his hair, knocking away the frost. He chuckled and smiled down at me.
"I'm guessing we did good?" he said with raised eyebrows and I playfully bit one of my knuckles.
"I'm so sorry, didn't mean to give you…literal frosted tips." I smirked as he slowly pulled himself out of me and turned to lay on his back on the hood of the car beside me.
"I'm just glad it wasn't the heat vision. I don't think I'd look very good with a Lex Luthor cut," he joked and I sighed with content, closing my eyes in complete relaxation. A moment or two passed before I suddenly felt a hand lightly gripping at my ankle. What the-, my ankle?
"You keep going and you're going to float right into the cave ceiling," Bruce remarked as I opened in my eyes, shocked to find myself floating at least 6 feet off the ground. I lost my concentration from sheer surprise and began to fall, Bruce's form immediately leaping up to catch me in his arms so that I didn't land on the hood of the car.
"I said she could handle a few thrusts, not sure how she'd handle a body of steel landing on her," he said with a wink before lightly placing me on the ground. If my cheeks could blush, they undoubtedly would have at that moment.
"Is it crazy that I am actually starving right now?" I asked, twirling a piece of my hair around my fingers.
"Let's head upstairs then. Raid the fridge. Pretty sure there's some left over pasta in there," he said as I smiled hugely at that remark. Be still my heart, the man ate carbs. I watched him go over to a nearby closet. He removed a pair of sweatpants and a dress shirt. He walked over and handed me the dress shirt as he slipped the sweatpants on to himself. I took a moment to stare at his naked torso before he took my hand and started to lead me toward the secret entrance into the manor. I smiled to myself as I looked down to see one Super outfit splayed across the cave floor and the Bat cowl sitting atop it. This…was wild.