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Regan shifted uncomfortably. How was she supposed to respond to a "I know" statement? Rage consumed her. Her fiancée was helping the man who tried to kill her. She knew the two men were waiting for her to respond. But how could she? It took every ounce of her strength to keep her body from shaking. Regan liked being in control and that particular response made her lose what she held most dear. This entire thing was ridiculous. Her eyes automatically narrowed at the one person she loved. His face remained clear of any emotion. He was waiting. Regan knew she needed to be in control before she could give a real, logical response. Closing her eyes, she attempted to clear her mind and negate the overwhelming emotions. 'Obviously Bruce has a good reason to help the bastard. Hear him out and then go ape shit.'

After almost having a conniption, Regan listened patiently to his long, complex explanation. From what she could gather, there was a villain in Metropolis that was nearly untouchable. Superman couldn't do it, so Batman would have to. Well, technically, Bruce Wayne and Regan Carmichael would have to. The plan was simple in nature: diminish Luthor's money supply which would eventually leave Luthor to only use his unsavory business deals. She held her hand up signaling him to stop. This entire ordeal was going to be one big, massive headache.

"Uh, huh, why not do a business deal? Find the inconsistencies and you got him in the bag?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, "Rae, he's far too good for that." 'Of course he is.' She snapped bitterly at herself.

"Why can't you handle this?" Regan growled at the quiet alien. This, after all, was his problem. The couple had no reason to get involved. Metropolis was pretty far away, and Gotham wasn't in the direct line of fire of Lex's dirty deeds.

"He has kryptonite." The moment he admitted it; everything clicked into place—the following, the "story." He wanted Batman, not a story about their love life. 'Absolutely fantastic. The invincible has an enemy who has his one and only weakness. Nothing can ever be easy.'

She returned her attention to Bruce searching for a signal of what he really wanted. His eyes had the familiar glint of desire and adventure. Staring directly into his eyes, she conceded, "Fine, but this better not interfere with our wedding plans, understood?" 'God, I hate myself. I can never say no to him.'

Smiling, Bruce embraced her and whispered in her ear, "It won't. I promise."

She kissed him chastely on the lips and left the cave with a feeling of uncertainty. Regan knew it'd interfere with their plans, but what could she do? She loved him. Regan was well aware of his crusade for justice and how much it meant to him-it was a part of him. She could easily picture the tension that would come with this, nevertheless, their relationship would remained untainted. And why would Bruce be so submissive to her on this? He was the stubborn one who makes the decisions. He's Batman.

After an hour of tossing and turning in bed, her ears picked up familiar footsteps in the hallway. She tensed as the door opened. Bruce had gone out on patrol after their confrontation. Keeping her eyes closed, Regan counted to thirty, and by the time she stopped, he was beside her. Well, in the bed, there was nearly a foot of space between them—that bothered her immensely.

Immediately, she closed the space. Gently, she rested her head against his chest. His arm swiftly wrapped around her.

"What's with the space?" she whispered as right hand traced his abdomen.

"I thought you were mad."

"No, I was mad before our talk. After, I'm just worried." He remained silent. She could see his face in the darkness—dark, tense, and serious. Oddly, Regan wanted him then and there. Subconsciously, she wrapped her leg around his waist. His other hand grabbed her calf. She glanced again; his face retained its edge and anger. In one swift motion, she was on top of him.

"Regan."

"Babe."

He immediately caved.

Regan awoke with a smile on her face. 'Angry sex is amazing.'

While resting in the arms of her love, she subtly stretched her shoulders, which relieved any remaining tension from her body. Her high was back. Bruce was her drug, and she loved the idea of that.

"It's ten. We're late." He murmured as he shifted to bury his face in her hair and neck.

"Mmhmm, I have feeling you already called in." This situation had become a ritual for the two-calling in and stating the duo would be late followed by cuddling.

A muffled "maybe" sounded from him. As if it were timed, a knock sounded at the door. Regan quickly checked to see if they were covered, and they were.

"Come in." She stated as her hand played with his hair. Alfred entered followed by the Boy Scout. Regan automatically rolled her eyes. The high immediately vanished. 'Damn it.' Bruce didn't move, but she knew that he was aware of the two extra presences in their room.

"Sorry to intrude—" Clark started but immediately was silenced by Bruce raising his hand from his current position.

"I'm busy, Kent. I'll call you as soon as I implement the plan. Get out, so I can enjoy my fiancée."

Regan smiled smugly at the pest, and he shot her a slight glare.

Once they were gone, Regan mused, "You surprised me, I thought you were going to be completely focused on this until it was resolved."

He chuckled softly, "Oh, I will be. I just wanted to get all my aggression out, so I can handle the prick effectively."

"So you're using me?" She teased as her hand traced a long scar down his back.

"No, I'm enjoying you—major difference. Besides, I know your high vanished the minute you saw him, and I can fix that."

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