Farrah bit her lip until it bled to keep from yelping as Mister Freeze very nearly froze her ass to the floor. She slid around a corner to get out of his line of fire for a moment and gather her thoughts.
How was she supposed to have known that the empty warehouse held one of Gotham City's super villains?! How could she have known that the warehouse that had been having an unusual amount of suspicious activity wasn't a drug or weapon trafficking center?! Who would have thought it was housing Mister fucking Freeze?!
She heard his dry, crackly laugh get ever nearer. "Here, little piggy..."
Looking around frantically, it wasn't until her arm hit the pipeline behind her that her eyes lit up and an imaginary light bulb lit up above her head. Idea...
Hopefully it would work...
The man jumped around the corner, firing his freeze gun haphazardly in every direction. When he finally lowered the weapon, he realized that Boar wasn't frozen in any of the ice he had released on the room. And as a snarl left the villain's lips, she dropped from where she was hanging above him and landed feet-first onto his shoulders...
Or was it his head...? She hadn't exactly looked where she had landed, so...
Her thoughts got interrupted by Mister Freeze's weary groan of pain, and she bristled as she jumped from surprise. The blue-skinned man had barely lifted his head before Boar's heavy steel-toed boot slammed on top of his helmeted head, and promptly knocked him out.
She moved to touch him or something, only to falter and draw her hands back. She kneeled down at his crumpled form and lightly knocked on his helmet to make sure he was alive. Once his face twitched, she leaned back and rested her forearms on her knees as she exhaled in relief. For a second there, she'd thought she'd killed him...
"That was a close one," She breathed to herself. "Cuttin' it a lil' close, there..."
The sound of dirt rubbing against the concrete right behind her made her tense, and before she could even react, someone unbuckled her helmet strap from under her chin and tried to pull it off.
A growl escaped her lips as she slammed back into whoever it was, and she heard a low grunt as she whipped her elbow back and hit them in the face. Whirling around, Boar moved to attack again, only to falter mid-step as she realized just who it was and tripped over herself.
The sleek, Iron Man-esque, red helmet glinted in the low light, and a leather jacket-covered arm reached up to rub his neck. The man grunted sourly and his helmet-covered face flicked up to look at her. "Geeze, you hit hard..." He complained with a grumble. She opened her mouth to retort, only to falter and bite her lip. The man scoffed. "You don't need to pull that 'mute' bullshit with me, you know..." His gloved fingers reached out to pull her helmet, maybe, but she bristled and growled, and he backed off with a careless shrug "I already know you're a girl, so you don't need to hide it by staying quiet."
Every muscle in her body tensed, and the man had barely even blinked before she had him by the collar of his jacket and slammed him against the wall. He let out a low grunt as his back hit the wall, smirking as her grip slackened and she cursed lowly. "Shit, shit, shit... Huntsman's gonna kill me when 'e finds out."
The man shrugged as she backed away from him, her eyes full of fear. "Why would he? He's not gonna know; 'cause I'm not gonna say. To anybody."
She gave him a bewildered look. "Wha-why...? Why in sam hell would ya look out fer me?" She paused as a thought hit her. "An' if'n you think yer gonna be able ta blackmail me-"
"I don't. I'm doing it because," He snorted, "We're all good guys, here... We both want the same thing: to get these bat-shit insane people off of the streets, one way or another, right?"
"I..." She faltered. "I reckon so." Farrah shook her head in disbelief as she stared, a giddy smile twitching on her lips. "I can't believe I'm talkin' ta Red Hood, this's so cool."
The man tilted his head to the side, and she could almost hear the smirk that was undoubtedly pulling at the edges of his lips. "Oh, have I stumbled upon a fan...? That doesn't happen very often..."
"This's gotta be a daggon dream," She continued to herself, rubbing the top of her helmet. She started to say something else, only to freeze and cock her head to the side to listen better, holding up a hand and motioning for the other masked vigilante to be quiet. The faintest, slightest sound of two pairs of trained footsteps... "Yer gonna want ta skedaddle..." is all she said before she melted into the shadows, going back to silence as she slipped away.
She heard the Red Hood chuckle as she slipped out an open window. "I'll see you around, kid."
The following day, Far laid in her bed, a mutt on either side of her with her head in Damian's lap as she read Gotham's newspaper with him.
'Easy Job For the Bat: Mr. Freeze Taken Down Before Batman Even Arrives'
Farrah feigned mild disinterest as she read the next, smaller headline. "Upcomin' heroes in Gotham, eh...? Huh."
"Nothing but two idiots way in over their heads," Damian muttered shortly and... bitterly...? "Two stupid people that think being a vigilante is easy and fun."
Maybe someone else would have tried to subtly defend themselves, but the redneck just smiled wryly and lifted a hand to brush her knuckles across his cheek. "Prob'ly. Almost definitely, really," She breathed a laugh and wiggled further into his lap. "It don't seem like a right easy job, an' ya'd have ta be a lil' bonkers ta go out an' face the most dangerous people a' Gotham's underground. Gotta admit though... it seems like it'd be a rewardin' thing ta do, y'know...?"
Grunting, he flicked her nose. "You're not quite as... adamant about this as you used to be."
She didn't know why, but something about Damian was... different, to her. He still insulted and threatened her, he still questioned her intelligence on a daily basis, yet... something about him seemed... lighter. Happier, cuddly, even... As she rehabilitated, retrained herself for living a relatively normal life other than the whole... vigilante thing at night, he got nicer, more content; or rather, nicer in his own... Damian-ish way. Kind of like an angry kitten...
"Well, when ya get saved by superheroes twice,fight against 'em as the bad guy, ya suddenly start appreciatin' 'em a lil more..." Sitting up and turning to face her grumpy boyfriend, she bumped her forehead against his and all but cooed at him,, "'Sides, how in sam hell could I be anythin' but happy when yer all... grumpy kitten-y...?"
His eyes widened for a second before narrowing at her. "What did you just compare me to...?"
Far laughed. "A grumpy kitten. Did I stutter...?"
The boy growled low at her. "I could kill you with two fingers, you stupid hillbilly..."
"'Course ya could, grumpy kitten." She grinned as she saw him bristle and motioned for her dogs to get off Damian's bed before chuckling, "You an' yer lil' kitten fingers, killin' me. I could totally see that... 'cept, oh wait, I couldn't."
His voice audibly caught as he glowered. "Call me that... one more time..."
Far all but beamed as she bit back a laugh. "Grumpy kitten."
With a snarl, Damian leapt on her and pinned her to the bed, but Farrah saw a light of Damian-brand playfulness and stayed completely at ease as he rumbled lowly, "You play a dangerous game, redneck. Are you sure you wish to keep playing...?"
"Certain, Slick," She murmured right back, a wry smile tugging at her lips. "Y'know...? I dunno why, but somethin' 'bout this is kinda turnin' me on... oops...? Was'at intentional, er is it just somethin' tha's happenin' at an inappropriate time?"
The boy froze up for a second before smirking at her, lowering himself so that's he's resting on top of her yet not putting his full weight on her. "It was not intentional, but... it can be."
Farrah gave a shaky laugh and suddenly dropped her head back. "Ho-lee shit... y-yer hot, ya know'at?" She peeked a hazel eye open to look at him, flashing a sheepish and dimpled smile at him. "I... whew. Hot damn... butter my biscuit an' call me a bitch in heat, but wow..." Swallowing thickly, she breathed, "Ya have some damn-nice muscle tone, 'ere, bo', did'ja know'at? Damn nice..."
"I am aware," Damian's smirk only grew as he moved closer, lips brushing against hers as he murmured, "Do you still think of me as a kitten? Because if so, I can prove to you how much I'm not like one... with your permission of course."
She blinked. "'Re ya implyin' what I think you are, er am I jus' fallin' into a fog of lust tha's cloudin' my m-oh God." She yelped suddenly as his hand slid under her shirt, calloused hands running along her side and stroking an old scar from a whiplash. "Shit, shi-ot, I... you..."
She swore that he almost purred as he watched her with half-lidded eyes, normally ice blues beginning to darken. "Yes, Farrah...? What is it, is there a problem?"
She may have melted. It wasn't her fault, he just... she swore up and down that if molten chocolate had a voice, it would be that. "I wouldn't call it a problem, now..." She heaved a shaky breath and licked her lips. "I'd say it's the exact opposite, mister grumpy kitten." With that, she slid her hand up the back of his shirt and lightly ran the pads of her fingertips down his back, grinning as his breath hitched. "No, sir, not a problem, 'ere... not a damn thing's wrong, nope. Not even a lil bit, sir."
Damian quirked a brow, smiling slightly. "You're ridiculous."
"Yep," She grinned right back at him. "An' yet, who's hoverin' over whom...?"
"Is that what you would call this...? Hovering?" His lips curled at the end and he lightly thrusted against her, and Farrah squeaked as she felt a slight bulge against her leg.
Cheeks warming up a bit, the southern girl cleared her throat before managing to tell him, "A-an' you say that I have no shame... I dun' go 'round, rubbin' my sexy bits all up on people..." She exhaled heavily before lightly scratching her nails down his back, fiddling with the back of the hem of his pants and smiling as he tensed against her. "Not that I'm complainin'... No, sir, mister grumpy kitten, not complainin' one lil' bit, now." She visibly and audibly shuddered as he ran a finger under her bra. "Erm, Slick...? Wayne, Damian...? I d-dun' have a prob' with'is, but... if'n you do, I'm more'n happy ta jus'... cuddle. Er, kiss. Sloppy make outs, even. Jus' dun' want you ta feel like ya gotta rush yerself 'cause I'm... 'cause I'm not... uh, shit, I can't think a' the word, but ya know what I mean..."
He smirked down at her as she nuzzled his neck. "I know what I want."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yes." Firmly pressing his lips against hers and slipping his tongue into her mouth, he all but growled against her lips, "I want you."
Farrah shivered a little as he gripped her chin, breathing a laugh before telling him in all honesty, "Damian, sugar, darlin'...? You have me. What're ya gonna do with me?"
The boy pulled back a little, lips brushing against hers as he spoke huskily, "I really want to make you scream my name..."
Groaning under her breath, Farah grinned that goofy, dimpled smile of hers. "Ain't a thing stoppin' ya," She laughed again, "An' I hate ta break it ta you, but... I ain't screamin' 'less I have reason ta. In other words; ya gotta earn it. Do ya reckon you could manage it, Slick...?"
"Oh, I'm certain I can manage it." He nipped her ear and smirked as he heard her breath catch. "The question is; can you handle it?"
"Oh God, Hell yes," A small whimper left her as her hips rolled into his, and she got an immense sense of satisfaction at his slight, quiet groan. After a second, however, she growled under her breath as a thought hit her. "Slick...? I..." She whimpered again, but out of loss as she pulls away slightly. "I want you. So bad, but... I kinda... I wanna try an' do this right with ya. You ain't never had a real relationship, ya said, right? I wanna do this the good way with ya..."
Damian growled slightly against her neck, biting down hard and tracing his fingers down her legs.
"No, I'm serious," She tilted her head back to give him better access to her neck, but reached up and slowly ran a hand through his hair in an attempt to placate him a bit. "You might not think ya care now, but later...? Later on, you might find that ya regret it, ya might wish you'd done went and waited instead a' throwin' away yer virginity ta some daggon redneck... I like you a hell of a lot, an' I jus'... want ya ta be certain, y'know...?"
The boy faltered, shifting and gently licking over where he had bitten her. "Farrah... you are more than just a redneck. The fact that I have to be the one to tell you this is absolutely preposterous, you stupid hillbilly... you should already know; although I suppose you are a bit thick at times... I want you, Bowman. Do not doubt that."
With that, Farrah rolled her eyes and flipped them over so she was laying on him, and she buried her face in the crook of his neck. "Dami, sugar... this ain't me questionin' that ya want me, I can feel that ya do," She shifted and rubbed her leg against the bulge in his jeans, smiling when he quietly groaned again, "That ain't the problem. The problem is that I don't want ya ta regret this, y'know...?"
His voice had a slight tremor when he murmured in her ear, "I won't. I want you."
"Trust me, I want ya, too," She breathed a shaky laugh. "You can't feel it, but-oh sweet baby Jesus!" A sharp cry left her as she bucked into his hand, which had slipped under the front of her jeans and cupped her panties, feeling the wetness there and purring.
He smirked and lightly ran a finger along the wet spot. "Oh, I can feel it. You want me quite badly, don't you, Bowman...?"
"So fuckin' much," She heaved a shaky breath and lightly flicked his shoulder before forcing herself to pull his hand out of her pants. "Yer makin' this physically painful, ya sexy, fuckable, gorgeous lil' grumpy kitten, you..." She bit her lip and moved her hand under his shirt, lightly trailing her fingers up and down his side. "Look, jus'... put my troubled mind at ease, give it 'bout a month er two at least fer the whole sex thing, would'ja? Fer me...?"
The boy groaned again, but for a different reason as he let his hands fall to his sides limply, sounding surprisingly frail as he muttered, "Fine..."
After a minute, Farrah lifted her head from where she had been sucking a small hickey on his neck and raised a brow. "Err, Dami...? Not tryin' ta push ya er anythin', but... I said no sex. Didn't say jack-shit 'bout anythin' else, now..."
Damian blinked up at her for a minute before smirking, suddenly rolling them over and pinning her back against the bed. "You're right... you didn't. I can still make you scream..."
"Still gotta earn it, honey" She grinned up at him. "I ain't gonna make it easy fer ya..."
"Tt... that's fine." He rubbed the bulge in his jeans against her stomach, lifting her shirt with one hand while holding her wrists above her head with the other. "I enjoy a challenge."
The Boar stared out over the busy dock, tensed and ready to pounce, only waiting for the signal from the Huntsman. A few men bickered over the security of their (very illegal) cargo, and she listened to them spit and curse at each other.
"We need more hired guns!" The shorter one barked.
The taller scoffed. "Why...? This is a quick operation. Move the cargo in, get it out of port, go home about five times richer than we did before all this."
"Why? Why?!" The short one hit his shoulder. "Because there are two more costumed super freaks out and about busting operations like this, that's why!"
"Don't worry about it..." Boar could imagine the man rolling his eyes. "The Hunter guy and the Pig only go after the small fries... we're too good, too big for those two suicidal idiots."
Boar smirked under the facemask. They were about to get a rude awakening...
Three bolts whizzed through the night sky, barely even a glint, and jutted into the hull of the (stolen) sports boat. A few of the men on the ship, that had moved the boxes into the cargo hold, stopped to look at them curiously, concernedly.
The bolts glowed red one, twice, three times... then exploded into balls of fire. And the Boar leapt from the building, as the two arguing men turned to see what the hell that was, sending them crashing to the ground and effectively knocking them out as more bolts whizzed through the air, landing with wet thuds into arms and legs, but never lethal hits as Boar combed through any that were left unfazed.
The sixteen wheeler suddenly turned on, but Boar sprinted over, grabbing it's bumper and digging her heels into the asphalt as it tried to speed away. She growled as she slid forward a few feet, desperately trying to pull it back, trying to keep it from speeding away but really only just slowing it down and making her arms scream in protest.
When several bolts flew into the wheels, popping all eight on that side, she finally let it go as the butt of an automatic rifle slammed into her (thank God for it) helmeted head. She staggered slightly before whirling around, nose wrinkling in a silent snarl as she ripped the gun from the masked muscle's grasp, cracking it over her knee and breaking it in half before leaping at him.
After jamming her elbow down over the top of his head, she grabbed the bumper of the sixteen wheeler and slowly dragged it back with several grunts, sparks flying from the busted wheels as the metal grinded against the road. Once it was back where it had originally been and she heard the thump of someone leaping on top of the truck, Huntsman, she ran to the sinking boat, grabbing the three people who had been knocked out from the explosion and literally throwing them up on the dock before scouring the boat for something she knew was there.
The water reached the middle of her calves, she found a heavy metal crate and cracked it open, peering inside and nodding to herself when she caught sight of the green glowing crystal rock inside. Kryptonite.
Hefting the heavy metal box over her padded shoulders, she waded through the water and hopped out of the boat. After grabbing the collar of the three men's jackets, she dragged them behind her as she all but strolled down the dock, glancing up at the sky as a final shout of pain pierced the air.
Clouds of pollution still covered quite a bit of the night sky... but the stars that peeked out behind the bleary clouds brought a small smile to her face.
When she stepped off of dock and finally looked up, she very nearly threw the metal box on her shoulder at the glaring face that met her, only to drop it as she recognized the face as Robin.
Boar blinked, picking the metal box back up with one hand before offering it to the Boy Wonder.
He tutted and all but snatched it out of her hands, carrying it to where Batman was quietly talking with the Huntsman, something about the Joker...?
Shuddering to herself, Boar bit back a groan. She hated clowns... they'd always creeped her out...
Huntsman caught her questioning gaze and nodded approvingly, voice so confident that (for the fiftieth time that night) that she had to doubletake confident thGood work." He glances at Robin as he drops the metal crate on the concrete. "I assume that is the product...?"
Robin opened his mouth to make a smart retort, but Boar grunted to cut him off and gave a curt nod.
Batman smiled slightly in mild amusement. "Good work... Boar, is it...?" When he got a nod, he gestured to the three men knocked cold in her grasp. "Are they alive...?"
Nodding, Boar all but tossed the men at his feet before bowing her head slightly.
Scoffing, Robin eyed the men. "Amateur."
"Robin, enough." Batman grunts, nodding approvingly. "They did well, all things considered. Regardless," He looks at Huntsman, "Consider my warning. This isn't a game. It's dangerous; you could be killed."
The man merely smiles behind his face mask. "So could you."
With that, the two turn and walk away, one towering over the other. Boar could feel glaring eyes on the back of her head, but didn't mind it as she tapped her partners arm, fist raised. Huntsman laughs and lightly taps his knuckles against hers.
All she could think was... she could get used to this.
Author's note~
I'M NOT DEAD, AND NEITHER IS THIS STORY. HA. It just took me... half... a year... to get this done... *cough* sorry. Err, yeah. I've been writing ALL the things, mayne, it's cray. Just... *fart noises* woah. I need to slow my roll and focus on uno story at a time. That would be the smart thing to do... Am I gonna do that...? probably not.
Also, I saw a couple requests so I... almost... somewhat... kinda almost did in a lemon, woooo...? Yes? No? Terrible? Yeah, it's probably terrible, sorry guiz, I ain't good at doing... sexual... thingz. I tried :c
Okokok, I'm on vacation, I should be drinking soda and laying on my asssss, I'm out!
Just bear with me guys, I'm tryin' ʕ´ᴥ`ʔ
, Blue