Another post - sorry about the delay ... every time I tried to write this I hated it ... this final version was inspired by Led Zeppelin no less ... don't know how - but I was listening to mothership and bam - inspiration struck. Review and let me know what you think, and thanks for everyone who's added me to their favorites. AkuIku
There was something about Barbara that had always intrigued him. She was a puzzle, and admittedly Bruce had always loved a challenge. Perhaps that's what first drew him to Barbara, her contradicting nature. The fact that even after years of friendship he could hardly tell where the real Barbara ended and her public persona began.
It was comforting in a way, finding someone like himself. And he supposed it was only a matter of time till things progressed, till the warmth he felt toward her grew into an uncontrollable blaze. Till she worked her way under his skin, a veritable itch begging to be scratched.
There is only so much that a man can take, especially a man as high strung and repressed as Bruce was.
After more then six months of carefully showed restraint, it had only taken six seconds and one ridiculously short dress to make Bruce snap. His only obstacle had been the fact that they'd been out in public, at a charity event no less. But as was previously stated Bruce loved a challenge, and the impropriety of it all did nothing to deter him.
He'd managed to catch her eye during cocktails, motioning somewhat discreetly for them to meet in the hallway. Twenty minutes later Bruce had managed to disengage himself from his date, who he'd been ignoring for the better part of the evening, hoisting the poor girl off on the first suit he'd seen.
He'd found Barbara waiting, albeit impatiently, in the nearly deserted hallway. Frowning, Bruce noticed a group of stragglers smoking upon the balcony at the end of the hall. He glanced at the nearest door, that of the lady's restroom, a plan quickly forming in his head. He could hear Barbara sigh beside him, glancing between the crowd on the balcony and the door of the ladies room.
She'd grown used to his paranoia over the years, and most likely thought he had something pertinent to discuss which he was hesitant to do in front of others. Or at least that's what he'd assumed as he watched her disappear behind the bathroom door. After getting her all clear sign, Bruce waited a few moments until he was sure no one was watching, then followed after her.
He made sure to lock the door, its deafening click startling Barbara almost as much as his silence. He could still remember the look of shock upon her face as he'd pinned her against the bathroom wall, lips colliding forcefully with her own. Bruce prided himself on the fact that she never knew what hit her. Relished the nervous tremor her body developed as he slid his hand up her thigh, his tongue delving fiercely into her mouth.
Their first time was coarse, rough, and hurried.
Calloused hands wandered soft skin, the fabric of her dress riding up to her waist.
It was spontaneous, fueled by lust and an overwhelming sense of loneliness.
Her gasps echoed through the room, her nails digging hard into the back of his suit jacket.
She'd been his refuge and he'd willingly lost himself in her.
His teeth scrapped roughly against the base of her neck, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she tumbled over the edge.
He could still remember the rush he'd felt throughout his body, the oblivion he'd eagerly welcomed as they both sank to the floor.
Perhaps somewhere deep within himself he'd always been attracted to her, or perhaps that was a lie concocted by his troubled mind to ease the unmistakable guilt he'd felt afterwords.
Things changed that night, for the good or the bad he'd yet to decide...
In the future he would prove to be more gallant, though Barbara never complained, he would always regret the manner in which he'd taken her. A voice remarkable like Alfred's echoing through his mind - that was no way to treat a lady.
Some relationships were never meant to happen, and until that night he had believed theirs was one of them. She was always off limits for reasons he did not care to reflect upon. Those reasons meant little in the end though, because Bruce found in Barbara an escape from the cruel world he lived in. For a moment he forgot who he was, and for that he'd forever be grateful.
What would come of it, was not clear.
But that Bruce would cling to his new found distraction, was certain.