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Kinky

She never used to be kinky. She'd probably have hit the person who called her that into the middle of next week.

But then she never used to be bored, either.

It started with little things. The change in her uniform. She never gave a reason for it; he knew it was to tease him. Somehow the full body suit made look far less dressed than her original armour ever had – and she knew he liked divesting her of it, peeling off the layers one by one to reveal a little more skin each time.

She cut her hair; not because it was more functional, or practical, but because she knew how much he loved her long hair, running his fingers through it, feeling the cool silkiness of it covering both their bodies. And she wanted to push him. Wanted to see how much power she held in their dysfunctional relationship. He didn't like it. She knew that much; the way they slept together changed, was no longer anywhere approaching tender. It didn't stop. But she was no longer his Princess.

Instead she was just an outwardly beautiful woman, just as he'd always been an outwardly beautiful man. Two outwardly beautiful, inwardly broken people, screwing each other senseless on a regular basis, holding on to the echo of the heroes they'd once been.

Next it was tiny tattoo of a bat. On her ass. To mock him; physically she might belong to him, but she'd never been less his than she was now.

It amused him slightly, seeing her change – a harsh, cynical amusement that he felt about everything now. They would never be any more than this. Perhaps they would have been once, but not now. Now, they'd established a pattern, a rut.

She made a change, he either didn't like it or he did, but they carried on. Until it got boring. Then she made another change. He liked or didn't like it. It carried on.

Their rendezvous had moved; from making love in the bedroom to having sex in the shower, to finally simply fucking in the Batcave.

It was when the Lasso of Truth – which had not made the cut to her new uniform – became a part of their sex games that Bruce decided enough was enough. He could cope with an occasionally kinky Diana.

But not a Diana when kinkiness was all she had. Maybe there was a way he could fix this...

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