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Sam and Bill DC One-Shots
Chapter 19
Co-Writer GreyKing46
We do not own these DC characters. All rights belong to DC Comics. Sam is owned by GreyKing46. Bill is owned by GhostKaiser23.
We arrive in a temple, shadowed and hidden away in a remote area in the world. A location that no-one would find the people inside.
The temple, the base... of the League of Assassins.
They were the soldiers that struck against the world of corruption.
Inside the temple, we see a figure sitting on their knees, wearing dark clothing and face covering. Candles were the only light in the room while the shadows were getting closer.
Suddenly the room was filled with ninja, warriors of shadow, kneeling before the man in respect.
"Very good work, my assassins. You were like shadows." The figure spoke up, standing to his feet.
"My Demon, the one known as David Cain is close to arriving." One stated.
"Ah, so it seems his little 'experiment' has borne fruit. Bring him in." The man called 'Demon' responded. The man was soon walked to a room where he began to change. The man got out of the pure black clothing into dark green trousers, a golden sash wrapped many times around his waist, a green suit and tie with a golden edged and clasped cape with a large popped collar. His brown hair was neatly trimmed back, white edges by his ears, a brown muttonchop-styled beard with a soul patch and a dark look in his eyes.
"Grandpa!" A youthful voice cheered.
"Ah, granddaughter." The Demon smiled, turning around and saw a beautiful young woman with black hair and green eyes, wearing similar assassin gear that the other ninja.
It was a girl, only around 8 years old.
The Demon looked down at the young girl. "Have you completed your daily training?"
"Yes. Mother has said I am improving." She nodded with a large beaming smile.
"As she should. Come, I want you to see this." The Demon asked, leading the young girl with him to the room where 'David Cain' was waiting.
The child nodded and followed, happily.
The two walked down the corridor of the temple, soon arriving at a guarded room where two ninjas were waiting for their master. "Our Demon." They bowed respectfully as they opened the door.
"Father." A beautiful woman bowed as the two entered the room.
"Mummy!" The young girl smiled as she saw her.
The woman had long brown hair and brown eyes, wearing a black bodysuit that covered every inch of her body from the neck down and hugged her frame. Slender legs, shapely hips and D-Cup breasts, with a belt around her waist to house various knives and a sword. "Daughter." The woman smiled as she hugged her child. "It is wonderful to see you as always, my little flower."
"Shall we begin? Mr Cain is waiting for us." The Demon commented
"Yes, grand/father." Both the young girl and the woman spoke in unison as the little girl followed the two loyally.
The three soon saw the man sitting in the room, he was a stern-looking man wearing black body armour with a silver belt and gun holster, all weapons were confiscated of course, but he had an air of 'danger' about him. He had silver-grey hair, blue eyes and a chiselled jaw, his muscles were almost fully shown through his armour despite him being covered. The man bowed out of respect to The Demon and his family, remaining quiet.
By his side was a young eight-year-old girl, short black hair tied in a ponytail, blue eyes, wearing a formal dress and remained silent as the grave; however, her eyes were fixated on The Demon, his daughter and his grand-daughter.
"David Cain. Is this your experiment?" Ra's asked.
"Yes, this is my experiment and my daughter: Cassandra," David answered, looking at his motionless daughter.
"Rather unsettling." Talia Al Ghul commented.
Cassandra's unflinching face quickly darted to both Talia and Ra's appearances. And then gave the slightest flinches as she seemed to be either intimidated or brought on guard.
"Unsettling, but effective." David answered calmly. "My daughter is 'reading you'."
"Hi!" The granddaughter of the demon smiled as she rushed up to 'Cassandra'.
'Cassandra' looked at the granddaughter, she looked different from the other two. While Talia and Ra's seemed controlled and reserved, like two prowling predators in a jungle ready to strike at any given moment if there was a sign of weakness...this girl here. She looked to be the exact opposite; playful, carefree, energetic. It was an extreme juxtapose to Cassandra right now, she couldn't help but recoil back to her father if only by an inch.
You see this girl, Cassandra Cain.
She did not understand language. Any at all. She was not mute, but the only noises she made were grunts during combat.
These sounds leaving everyone's mouths... she understood them as well as a normal person understood two dogs barking at one another.
No.
She was David's experiment.
A person raised entirely in the language of the body, the language of violence.
"What's wrong? Can't you talk?" The girl asked as she saw Cassandra back off.
"Of course not. She understands only the language of the body. Your whole body is an open book to her." David answered.
"So she is, for intents and purposes, mute." Ra's asked
"Sam, come here," Talia asked her daughter.
"Yes, mother." She nodded, sad for Cass as she heard what David had said.
Cass noticed this...emotion? Sadness? Towards what? Her?
She only remembers seeing this feeling a few times, mostly when she failed a task.
"Shall I show you what she can do?" David asked.
"Of course." Ra's nodded, intrigued by what he said.
Suddenly a bunch of ninjas entered the room, preparing to battle.
"Cassandra. Show them." David ordered his daughter.
Sam caught the tone of the man but didn't say anything. She was honestly intrigued by what was going to happen.
Cassandra nodded as she got up and looked at the ninja, ready to strike.
One ninja yelled, bringing his blade down...
SNAP!
The ninja blinked in shock, the blade missing its mark and their arm was broken in a bad place.
Sam's eyes widened as time ticked away, seeing the girl her age kicking ass. From Cass defending herself against the most skilled of combatants, armed with weapons or not, Cass was almost second to none with this sort of thing. It was like she knew what they were going to do before her opponents even threw a blow. 'Amazing.' Sam thought as she saw this, entranced by what Cass was able to do and at the same age as her.
"Enough. I've seen plenty, David." Ra's ordered.
David nodded and opened his mouth, letting out a mighty yell "CASSANDRA!" he roared, which made the girl stop her attacks. Like a dog whistle.
Cassandra froze up and dropped the ninja's broken arm and nodded; lowering her head in obedience.
"Interesting." Ra's nodded.
"Thank you, Demon," David answered as Cassandra sat next to her father. "She's been expertly trained."
"But has she killed yet?" Ra's inquired.
"Not yet. That is her final test."
"Mother," Sam asked as she looked up at Talia as the men talked.
"Yes, my dear?" She asked kindly.
"Can I keep her?" Sam asked innocently.
"'Keep her'?" Talia blinked
"Yeah!" She nodded excitedly. "I want that girl!"
Cass looked up at Sam as she stated that, confused at what she could've meant. From her tone, it seemed innocent...and her body language was that of a child. Or at least someone who was excited about something. And that thing being her? It was...difficult for her to think about it.
"You want her to be your beloved?" Talia asked.
"Uh-huh!" Sam nodded. "I want her to be my beloved!" And looked at Cassandra with a smile. "I want her to be mine! I want her!"
Cassandra was stunned in shock and confusion; 'beloved', 'wanted her', 'being hers'? What did that all mean? This 'Sam' was a confusing creature. A rising assassin in the League...And yet, this strange and confusing with these positive emotions. How was she supposed to be an assassin if she had so many openings and relaxation? It would take her a second and this other girl would be dead.
"We will see, daughter." Talia stroked her head.
"This is the mission." Ra's finished.
"Yes, Demon," David answered. "Cassandra, come."
Cassandra and Sam locked eyes for one last moment before Cass walked away.
*time skip, years later*
A teenage girl was asleep in a giant underground bunker
She was sleeping peacefully, almost as quiet as the grave, the room had no special significance or design. A very Spartan look to it. All that was inside was a bodysuit mannequin and weapons held in place on the walls.
She slowly got up, feeling her heavy head clear up from her deep sleep. 'Hmm...'
The girl sat up, stretching, as light filled the room.
She rubbed her hair back and looked at herself in the mirror.
She was of Asian descent, black hair that was cut to her chin. Blue eyes, with a slender and toned body from years of training. Not fully a woman's figure, but she had her modesty to cover her C-Cup breasts and her hourglass stomach.
She was the perfect example of a warrior woman.
She picked up her clothing, putting on the dark attire that she had readied to wear and almost covered her face. But in her hand was a full mask ready to be worn.
She walked through the still dimly lit room to a large computer.
And sitting at the computer was a beautiful red-haired woman with green eyes, sitting on an advanced wheelchair, computers were built into the utility itself. "...There's been no mention anywhere...it's too quiet." The woman whispered to herself, observing the screen before sighing heavily and turned around. "Oh, you're awake Cass. Are you alright?"
"Had a dream." The teenage girl said, her voice harsh and crackled. Like she didn't use it much
"A bad dream?" The woman asked, rolling up to her and sounded like a concerned parent.
Cass shook her head.
"Er... a good one?"
Cass gave a shrug; she was confused by it...it all felt familiar. But it was only a dream.
grumble...
"Breakfast." Cass rubbed her stomach.
...
"You had better not eat the junk food again." The red-head whispered.
Cass mumbled as she went upstairs, rubbing her eyes as she was going to the kitchen and almost immediately saw a distinguished older gentleman in a black suit and white shirt, white gloves and shiny shoes. "Ah, Miss Cassandra good morning."
"Alfred? Why?" she asked.
"Your clothes needed cleaning. A young lady cannot be walking around in such filthy attire," He stated calmly.
Cass looked down at her clothes and nodded. "Okay. I'll Change." She answered politely while seeing the large delivery of clothing the man was holding. "Mine?" Cass asked
"Of course, freshly pressed and clean." He nodded.
"Thank you." She answered, taking them off him.
"I will prepare breakfast for you if you want to get dressed, Miss Cassandra." Alfred politely offered.
"Thank you." She nodded as she walked up the stairs to one of the many bathrooms, a large bath-shower combo, fancy sinks and toilet with a large towel wardrobe. She didn't know why this facility had to be like this, but it was nice.
Steam began to come from the shower as she turned the taps on, knowing that it was nice and hot for her to enter as she stripped off her bedclothes while placing her new clothes on the side.
She tried to remember where that dream came from. It had been so long that it might've been based on different memories. Places she had visited and people she met...but it felt different.
"Hmmm." She hummed.
*elsewhere*
In a temple far away, a glowing fire roared as soldiers dressed in black were standing on guard, a woman walked down the carpet of the hall towards a beautiful brown-haired woman sitting on a throne.
The throne sat woman, Talia Al Ghul, looked on calmly.
She looked down at a black-haired woman with green eyes, wearing similar attire to the ninjas, except had more padded armour. She had a slender but toned frame that was covered from her neck down. the young woman seemed to be in her late teens or early twenties with how young she was.
"Warrior, you have gone through the Trials of the Demon. You have exceeded expectations." Talia spoke up so the whole room could hear. "And you have trained since the day you were born. You are finally ready."
"Thank you... mother." The woman said, her head bowed in respect.
Talia stood up, stepped down and gifted a sword to the young woman. "You are now, an Assassin."
The woman took the sword with pride and wrapped it around her waist as she had become an assassin within the League.
"Everyone, you are dismissed. Except for you, daughter." Talia commanded the assassins.
"Yes, mother." The newly made assassin responded, bowing to her before the two were alone.
...
"Thank you, mother!" The woman smiled and hugged Talia.
"Congratulations, Sam. I'm so proud of you." Talia smiled gently, hugging back and stroked her back gently.
Her child's life... was interesting.
Talia's daughter was conceived from a night of passion with her own Beloved, but...they were not born the normal way. Created by artificial means and grown to perfection, but there was something different with her conception.
Talia had been barren.
Talia wanted nothing more than to bear her Beloved's child, but it seemed not to be the case. But she wasn't going to waste the gift her Beloved gave her; so, she took the initiative and created Sam, their child, through an artificial incubator.
However, as it was something she could fully create; she could literally make her child however she desired... she wanted a daughter.
Months passed and Sam was growing safely and protected. But something strange happened while she was gestating, Sam was born with both male and female parts.
It was an addition her father had encouraged, to ensure Sam could continue their family line.
Talia had always called Sam her 'daughter', but she was both genders...it was her choice to be called 'daughter'. And she most certainly enjoyed being a woman. Sure, she had both genitals, but she did also have breasts and preferred feminine over masculine.
Sam soon pulled back from the hug and smiled at her mother. "Mother, I know that The Demon must give out missions, but I have thought of my first one."
"Oh?" Talia asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I am going to find my Beloved." Sam answered. "The girl from years ago."
"You are still on that?" she sighed deeply.
"Yes, mother; I am." She responded. "I want to find her again."
"It has been ten years," Talia responded, rubbing her eyes. "And you only met her for an afternoon."
"She left an impression on me," Sam explained.
"Obviously." Talia sighed again.
"Mother, please. It took you time to meet your Beloved." Sam followed up.
"Where did you get this sass?" Talia asked
"I learned it from you." Sam smirked
Talia gave a small chuckle and then looked at her daughter. "Very well. Search for her."
However, before her daughter could say anything else, Talia raised a finger to silence her.
Sam gulped a little, she didn't know what her mother was going to say next.
"However. There are a few rules." she added
Sam frowned and sighed heavily. "What rules, mother?"
"You have two weeks." Talia stated, "The only assistance you will gain is from one squad of warriors."
"And?"
"You are not allowed to kill anyone in order to get information." She answered making the girls head drop.
"But mother-"
"Think of it as a test, Sam." Talia answered. "Show me that you can find her."
"Of course." She nodded
Talia looked around before leaning in. "Good luck." Whispering into her daughter's ear and made her smile.
Sam, filled with determination, bowed and left for her journey. She would find her.
*time skip*
Cass was dressed up in more casual clothes, training downstairs in a simulation to try and relax...but that dream was lingering in her mind.
She was fighting against a bunch of robots, waiting for tonight.
These robots were tailored to her specifications, making her rise to the occasion and push her skills further. But still, she wanted to understand that dream.
These robots were still way too easy for her, making her mind wander easily.
One even tried to go for a leg-sweep, but she forward flipped out of the way, kicking it in the head.
Why did she have that dream?
"Cass? Are you okay?" A new voice asked as they observed Cassandra fighting.
It was a young man with black hair and blue eyes, a tall and athletic-looking figure wearing a blue short-sleeved shirt and black jogging trousers.
Thud!
Cass landed on her feet as gracefully as a ballerina, backing off from the droids which deactivated them. She looked behind herself and saw the man. "Dick. I am confused." She answered simply. "Stange dream last night."
"Yeah, Babs told me. Thought I'd be able to help for some reason." The man nodded.
Cass looked at Dick and went quiet. "My dream. I was in a place. A girl was there, calling me...'Beloved'."
"Oh... Oh!" Dick blinked and nodded
"Is that weird?" Cass asked, sitting down on a chair, running her hand through her hair.
"No, no." He assured, waving his hands softly "Just surprised you are having dreams like this. Or that Babs couldn't help you. But hey, you're young, you're learning what you like. I... Oh god, please tell me Babs gave you the talk."
"'The Talk'?" Cass confusingly asked. "The one about sex?"
"Oh, thank god!" Dick yelled and fell backwards.
"Barbara was the same," Cass responded. "Tired from it too."
"Did you have a lot of questions?" Dick asked.
"Many. But she was good." Cass nodded.
"That's good." He nodded.
"Dick, what do I do?" She asked. "I'm confused."
Dick sighed heavily, leaning back up and looked at her. 'Come on, Dick. Give her a good answer.' He thought to himself. "Well, Cass... While for most people it is seen as normal for a man to be with a woman and a woman to be with a man that isn't always the case."
Cass tilted her head just slightly as she heard what Dick was saying. ''Not always the case'?' She thought.
"Sometimes a woman likes another woman in that way... And a man could love another man." Dick tried to explain.
Cass just listened and was a little less confused than she started...though how did this pertain to her dream? What did this have to do with the little girl she met all those years ago?
"Is this any help?" Dick asked.
"...Not really." She answered, getting up after he finished his speech about same-sex relationships, and how it was okay for her to feel this way and a bunch of other stuff she didn't understand.
Dick sighed heavily as the alarms blared, trouble was brewing in Gotham again. "Time to suit up."
"Kay."
The two of them headed to their battlesuits that they had propped up on mannequins and suited up. Maybe some time stopping criminals would clear her head.
*Elsewhere*
Screams filled a cabin, hidden away in the swamps.
Blood-curdling screams that none could hear since the cabin was nestled away so well.
Inside the reclused house, was Sam holding a knife and her entourage who were waiting patiently to the side. And a man with grey hair, tied up, carved gashes in his body, recent burn marks and dripping with blood. Kept alive by sheer force of will and non-lethal wounds. "Now come on, David. It's just one little question; why do you have to be so stubborn?" Sam inquired as she shoved a red-hot knife into his leg. "I just want my beloved. Tell me where you sent her. We just had a deal, remember?"
David panted, shuddering because of the pain. "She's. Gone." He coughed.
Sizzle~
"What was that?" Sam asked in a sickeningly sweet tone.
"G-Go!" David screamed in pain, the knife plunged into his leg. "Tham! Gotham!"
"Gotham?" The Granddaughter of the Demon blinked "What does my father's city have to do with any of this?"
"She. She's there." He coughed up blood. "She escaped me years ago."
Sam turned to her guard. Giving a firm nod, they began to unshackle David from his bonds and brought out a medical kit. "Tell me everything. And I'll make sure you live."
David looked at Sam and nodded slowly, trying to placate her while his hand tried to go for one of their weapons. "It would be the smart idea, not to go for any weapons," Sam informed, grabbing his wrist tightly. "I know you are a master assassin, Mr Cain. Much better than I... But we have you outnumbered. And you kill me? The League will kill you. I just want to get my Beloved. She's all that matters. So, if you don't co-operate... Well..."
STAB!
David's teeth clamped hut because of the stabbing pain. He could feel he was close to death now.
"It doesn't take a genius."
*In Gotham*
Darkness rushed through the streets... Followed by gunfire.
We were at the docks.
A gang was preparing a weapon shipment, preparing to receive the shipment... And someone interfered a Bat. And so, they took out their own weapons, they opened fire
... And the figure was literally dodging and outrunning their bullets!
"What the hell is this? Are we shooting at shadows?" A goon member shouted, firing into the shadows.
BANG, BANG, BANG, CLICK!
"No! No, no, no!" The goons shouted, having run out of the cartridges and tried to refill.
WHOOSH!
THUD!
The figure landed, revealing itself to be a woman.
She was wearing a full black armoured bodysuit that covered everything on her body, from head to toe. The only bits of colour to her costume was the yellow utility belt around her waist and the yellow outline of a bat on her chest. She had fins on her arms and legs as a defence against any hand-to-hand attackers, her cape was long and flowing which was used for gliding and disorienting and her helmet, styled after bat-ears.
If you looked at the outfit, it almost looked like it was made of leather.
The bat armoured woman saw the remaining goons who were conscious and began to disarm them effectively and swiftly. Almost like a ballerina of violence.
This was Cassandra.
She... was Batgirl!
And joining her was a man wearing a black armoured bodysuit with a large blue bird on the chest area, black boots and gloves with two blue glowing escrima sticks and a domino mask that covered his eyes and his ears, connecting to his neck.
"You're doing great, Cass." he said casually.
Cass looked at him and nodded, though she hoped that no one would know who she was. Especially these uncultured thugs with guns. She gripped the wrist of one of the thugs, disarmed him and flung him over her shoulder.
Another one took aim and opened fire, but she just dodged easily.
He fell to the floor with a boot print on his face. He shot point-blank; he was sure he did! But she dodged?! This story was going to be spread around the prisons very quickly.
"Stay down." Batgirl spoke seriously and knocked him out with her boot.
THWACK!
THUD!
"I think that's all of them." Dick commented, having knocked out the last of the goons.
"Good." Cass answered. "We'll call the police."
"Good call. Good thing we've got Commissioner Gordon on speed-dial." Dick answered.
"He's a good man." Cass nodded as she remembered saving him from her own father.
"He is. We better get going." Dick commented after tying them up and removing any other weapons they might've had.
Cass remained silent as they left, leaving the goons to the police. But still, the dreams. That dream was still on her mind.
*Elsewhere in Gotham*
"Finally, we're here." Sam smiled as she saw the black pearl of the USA. "Why does it look so disgusting?"
"Due to the various crime bosses, super villains and muggers lurking the streets; this place has not been graced by good fortune." One of the ninjas responded.
"I mean, look at it; is that a barge full of people's rubbish? That's disgusting!" Sam frowned.
"I believe that might just be a fishing vessel, ma'am." A second responded.
"Well, we won't get anywhere while just standing around. We'll need a base of operations while we recuperate." Sam answered.
"We would have to find somewhere suitable for you, Mistress." A third ninja answered.
"I guess. But I don't want to waste too much time." Sam responded before she stretched and unintentionally caught a whiff of her costume. "...Though I guess a bath wouldn't be out of the question."
*time skip*
Cass was lying in her bed, thinking about what Dick had told her and what 'love' was. Why had he talked about it... It was weird.
Cass sighed heavily as she looked up at the ceiling and felt her mind float back to that dream...and that girl she had met before. 'Where...are you?' She thought to herself.
At the same time across the city Sam was within the shower, thinking the same thing.
'Where are you, my Beloved?' Sam thought to herself as she washed all the suds off her body.
She wished her Beloved was here, right now.
'Beloved. Cassandra.' She thought as she stroked her penis with her soapy hands. "I wish you were here." She whispered, imagining her there with her. A hand came to use breast, rubbing it as she let out a small noise.
"Mistress!" A warrior called and knocked on the door
"Ah! Y-yes? What's wrong?" Sam asked as she jerked to a stop and tried not to draw attention to herself.
"We have searched the city and its information. It appears David Cain was telling the truth, that the one you seek has been taken in by the Bat's. And we believe we know which one she is." The ninja informed
"Fantastic!" Sam answered, turning the shower off. "Wait...the Bat-Family?"
"That is correct, Mistress." The ninja responded.
'Father.' She thought as she realised what it meant. "Then...we'll have to be smart about this, kidnapping My Beloved will just invite trouble and my intentions will be lost."
"Would you like to see the information, mistress?" Another ninja asked.
Sam stepped out of the shower and tied a towel around her chest. "Yes, I will please." She nodded "I want to see her."
"Of course, Mistress." The Ninjas answered as she followed them out.
She walked out of the bathroom, dripping water still, and into the beautiful penthouses.
"Can you bring me my clothes?" Sam asked, only to see that they were already prepared. "Ah, well done. Thank you." as she dropped her towel nonchalantly, looking at the large TV which displayed an image.
It was Cass, fully clothed in her Batgirl costume and fighting against a group of thugs. Sam looked at the footage and saw the 'grace' that was in this still image. She took the remote and pressed 'rewind' to watch the footage from the beginning.
Sam froze as she looked at the footage. Just rewind and looking it.
That grace, that skill, that... Perfection!
Even under that armour, even with her entire body covered, even with the YEARS since she last saw her... Sam knew.
That was her beloved.
Sam looked at the footage and slid her hand between her legs...trying to subtly finish what she started.
Not that she was shy at all about herself.
The ninjas saw this and respectfully turned away, looking outside or going to a different room. "We will guard your privacy, Mistress." One of them spoke up.
"Yes. Yes." She nodded eagerly. Sam continued to, frame by frame, rewind and replay the scenes of Cass fighting, masturbating to her Beloved. "Yes, so beautiful. My Beloved."
She got on her knees, watching through her Beloved decimating all foes... and soon seeing her sneak into a building. But not before she saw the Batgirl remove her mask.
Her shimmering blue eyes, ebony black hair, a soft face that glistened a little from the fights. "B-Beloved!" She exclaimed, cumming from her penis as she saw Cass's face.
Her back arched a bit, her jaw opening wide and panted.
How long had it been since Sam climaxed? A few months now? But, oh she knew what to do when she would meet her. She wished she had been able to hold back...but now she can go back to it. It would take some time to get their plan in place... she could hold back until her Beloved was hers.
"Great. Now I need to wash again." She frowned, going back to the bathroom.
"Girls!" She called to the ninja "One of you clean my mess!"
"Yes, Mistress." One of the ninjas answered after the three of them discussed who would do it. Or rather arguing who would, all of them eager to clean their mistress' juices
*Time skip*
Thud
Cass was in her Batgirl costume once again, landing on a rooftop. It was a few days later and she was following some organisation. She didn't understand the weird words Barbara used to describe them, just that it hurt people.
'Where are you?' She thought as she looked over the Gotham skyline; working on the lead that Oracle told her.
There was apparently a bad guys base here, so it was time for their heavy hitter to get to work
'No more bad guys.' She thought, thinking about what she would do when she found them, using the shadows to their advantage.
She was calm and simple, moving slowly...
And saw the figure on the couch.
"What?" She whispered in shock and confusion as she a woman dressed in the armour without any mask. The woman sat with her legs crossed, drinking a glass of red wine.
"Welcome, Batgirl. I'm glad you could join me." The woman smiled seductively as she sat there.
Cass's eyes widened as she saw the body language of this woman...there were no openings!
It was... weird, strange!
The woman reached forwards, pouring a second glass of wine.
Cass was looking calmly and silently, this woman's face... why did it make her feel different? Like she remembered something?
"How about a drink?" the woman questioned Cass, taking a sip of that glass as well as if to prove it wasn't poisoned.
Cass looked around the room. Nothing. It was just her and this woman who seemed to know who she was. "Who are you?"
"I am of the Demon. My current title is 'The Blade of the Demon'. The granddaughter to Ra's Al Ghul." The woman explained in a grandiose fashion "... But you can call me Sam."
"'Sam'?" Cass repeated the name. "Al Ghul...the Demon's Head."
"Yes, that's right." Sam smiled
"... Strange? Not... Expected?" Cass asked, talking slowly for a moment. Words were still new for her, so she was having trouble picking them at times.
"Since I took my mother's family name, she felt it was right to give me a Western name to honour my father." Sam explained
"Oh. And your father?" Cass asked cautiously.
"Someone you know. After all, you're wearing his symbol." Sam smiled. "But enough about that, we have a lot to talk about. Come on, here. Have a drink." She urged, moving her hand back and forth to make the wine in the glass slosh around in an act that was meant to make the drink look enticing
For Cassandra, who Dick and his adopted brother Tim have described as a gremlin, any food or drink being offered was desirable. Even some not offered.
... The number of times Barbara woke up in the morning to find herself without cookies was almost frightening.
Cass gulped nervously, still on edge as she walked towards Sam, almost ready to signal the family...but there was no worry yet. She also wished she had a signal, outside her coms. She took the glass from the woman's hand, curious what this drink was.
"It's alright, I drunk some. I think you'll like it." Sam smiled as she saw Cass reaching for her mask.
Cass was apprehensive, but she slowly removed her mask up to her nose to taste the drink.
It was... Weird. She's never had something like this before.
"What do you think?" Sam asked
"It's. New." Cass admitted, wanting to sit down. "Not bad, but new."
"I'm glad you like it. This wine is very expensive. Hundreds of years old." Sam smirked softly "Some of the greatest wine in the world. And I opened this bottle just for you."
"Wine? Why... does age... matter?" Cass blinked.
Sam just chuckled softly under her breath before taking a deep sip from her glass.
Cass watched, seeing Sam's throat ungulate slightly as she drank the wine... and Cass naturally took in every aspect of Sam's form as she always did with everyone. She noticed every minute detail about her.
First was Sam's hair, black as ebony and night, her eyes were like peerless emeralds that shone in lakes of white. Sam's neck was as slender and graceful as a swans'; following that was Sam's arms: toned, slightly muscular, battle-hardened.
She could see every muscle, relaxed but ready to snap into action at a moment's notice. Great strength was hidden within them. Her hands looked small and delicate, but even a gentle grip held her glass perfectly.
She looked to the woman's chest now. It was an aspect of a woman that Cassandra had never noticed or thought of before, it was just something they had, but she was almost... hypnotised looking at them now.
Next was her stomach, slim and chiselled under the dress that was like a graceful waterfall to cover her acrobatic body.
It showed her athleticism, her power. It looked so... good?
How could this woman be this...confident? So sure of herself?
Her physique didn't stop there, her legs and hips showed off her acrobatic potential, long and slender, sweet curves and a supple ass.
The way she crossed her legs, making her thighs bulge. It showed their power and her confidence. Even her feet, small and dainty, showed refinement and her skill.
"Ah~" Sam purred as she finished her drink finally, her glass now empty, her tongue lapping across her plump red lips sensually.
Gulp!
Cassandra gulped hard, she was unsure why she felt so... Different. Why this woman was making her feel this way... Why she couldn't look away. She couldn't understand why she couldn't just... Look away!
"Because age makes the wine taste better. It makes the flavour more... Intense." Sam explained simply "Just like you... My beloved."
Luckily Cass didn't have any wine left in her mouth, otherwise, she would've done a spit-take. "B-Beloved?" She stammered. And she hardly ever stammered.
Sam chuckled at Cass's stammer, finding it adorable. "That's right. We met once before. A long time ago."
"... You?" She blinked in shock, realising it. This woman... She was the girl from her dream!
"Yes, me." Sam smiled, clasping Cass's hand with her own. "You remember!" She had finally stood up, grinning in joy.
"I remember." Cass nodded. "As a dream." She admitted before suddenly her lips were covered by the woman's.
Cass's eyes widened under her mask. She was now kissing! And-and this woman, whom she only met once, calls her 'her Beloved'; how could things escalate this quickly for her?
That look in the woman's eyes, she knew it was familiar! She remembered it now! It was the look of sexual attraction and desire people looked at her with that time she wore Barbara's old suit. It was as a look she had hated... So why did she like that this woman looked at her like that?
Sam slowly broke the kiss as she looked into Cass's eyes, Sam's hands still holding her own. "I've waited for you for so long." She whispered and smiled as she kissed along her neck.
Cass shuddered as she felt Sam's lips kiss along her neck, she didn't think that she would be caught in a 'trap' like this. "Soft." She whispered, feeling Sam's lips kiss along her neck while her hands gently cradled her.
"You are so beautiful." she grinned.
"You can tell?" Cass gulped nervously, as she was still standing, tasting the wine on her lips.
"Of course." She smiled softly.
"But my mask." Cass raised her hand to her cheek.
"Doesn't matter about the mask," Sam answered, kissing her again. "I know who you are, Beloved. Beautiful. Strong. Dangerous."
She ran her hands over Cass's neck and shoulders, kissing her lips again and again and again with small pecks.
"S-Sam. Sam." Cass gasped, feeling the small pecks and growing pleasure she was getting from them. And then she gasped as the warrior woman cupped her breasts.
"You said my name~." Sam smiled as she groped Cass's soft and leather-clad breasts. "Say it again, please~." She 'begged'.
"S-Sam?" Cass gasped.
Sam smiled, kissing her again and groped her body, the thinness of her dress pressing against Cass's body armour.
'Oh my!' Cass thought in shock as pleasure filled her body.
"Ah~, shall we get comfortable~?" Sam asked, licking her neck seductively and slid her hands down and groped Cass's seductive ass. "Because I want to finally enjoy my Beloved after all these years."
Cass gulped and nodded, feeling her body get warm because of Sam's playful nature and what she had brought Cass into. Her soft but strong hands, moulding her to fall into her embrace.
It was like a... drug almost. A fascinating feeling.
Sam began to strip off Cass's costume, feeling her breasts through it while slipping her own dress off. "You must be so kinky." Sam commented, feeling the skin-tight leather outfit all over her beloved. She bent Cass over, pulling the zip down the centre of her chest.
Zzzzip!
And exposed to Sam, was Cass's C-Cup breasts, showing off her toned acrobatic body and beautiful torso. Covered in scars, but it was amazing!
"Look at you. Amazing." Sam smiled, sliding her hands under the costume.
"N-not that amazing." Cass moaned, being a little humble, but this woman seemed to know where she learned these techniques. Cassandra... She wanted to learn!
"Don't say that; of course, you are." Sam answered as she exposed her breasts to Cass, kissing her once again as their breasts touched.
"Oh!" She gasped in joy. 'S-So soft. I can't stop.' Cass thought, awkwardly hugging Sam around her hips and felt something prod her thigh.
"Huh?" Sam asked as she investigated Cass' visor. "Did you like that?"
"It's nice." Cass answered honestly. "What's that?" She asked, pointing down to her crotch.
"Something special, for you."
"Oh." She whispered simply, a little confused though. All the times she had seen women, they never had a 'bulge'. Not that she had been like this with a woman before.
"For now. I want to drive you wild." Sam urged and got on her knees.
"What are you doing?" Cass asked as she saw her costume open by Sam's motions and showed off her panty covered vagina.
"I'm just going to show you a good time." Sam assured, pressing her lips against the covered slit.
Cass's eyes widened in shock as she felt her vagina being kissed and gently licked by Sam's tongue. This sensation shot up like lightning through her spine.
This was a woman who has never touched herself... Being touched so skilfully.
Cass could barely stand up, feeling Sam's tongue lick and slowly tease her pussy over her panties 'S-Sam!'
Sam, however, was kissing, licking and gently tasting Cass's pussy through her panties; wanting to get as close as possible to please her...and her throbbing penis was making it difficult to hold back.
But she wanted to savour this!
'My Beloved. You taste so sweet.' She thought, her tongue now slipping past the panties finally, relishing in every moment.
Cass jerked as she stayed there, feeling Sam's tongue penetrate her flower and her hands on Sam's head as she felt short of breath. She felt something bubbling up inside her, in her core. She began to whimper as she could feel something happen, this new sensation as she held Sam's head and pushed her deeper.
She didn't know it, but she was experiencing her first orgasm.
Sam continued to pleasure Cass's vagina, almost rubbing her nose against her clit as she plunged her tongue in deep before finally coming up for air. "AH~! Ah-ha, oh Beloved. You're rough." Sam panted with a smile.
"So delicious. So perfect. And with the material of this suit? Hmmm, kinky as fuck."
"S-Special. Made." Cass panted, looking down at Sam and getting light-headed. "Why did you stop?"
"I need to breathe, Beloved." Sam licked her lips. "And...I want to give you more~."
"'More'?" Cass looked down and felt her legs tighten as she was afraid she was going to pee herself.
"Yes, if you're up for it." Sam smiled as she guided her to the couch...which when the back was folded down became a bed.
Cass gulped and nodded. "O-Okay." She whispered, being laid out on the bed as Sam stripped off and showed off her bare body.
Cass saw Sam's body, toned and strong. An amazing woman who trained all her life...and then she saw it, her penis hard and throbbing before her.
"Huh?" She asked herself.
"What's wrong? Is it this?" Sam asked, gently grabbing her dick. "Sorry if it's intimidating."
"What... Is that?" She asked "Never... Seen before."
"Oh? Oh~, well. This is a penis." Sam informed and smiled. "This is what men have, but I'm special, being both a woman and a man."
...
"So... not... lesbian?" Cass asked as she pointed at herself, her head tilted in a rather cute way.
Sam's outward appearance shook her head with a composed smile...but on the inside, she was squealing like an anime girl because of how cute Cass was being right now. "I'm not sure. Maybe bisexual? All I know is I love women." while kissing Cass again, she just couldn't control herself.
Cass closed her eyes as she held Sam, feeling her own breasts press against Sam's, while Sam's penis pressed against her vagina lips.
She didn't know what this meant... But she was looking forward to it.
'Cass. I want you so much.' Sam thought lovingly and passionately as she finally entered her love.
Cass gasped as she felt Sam's penis enter her flower, it was just the tip but the shock of it made her close her hips.
"Hey, hey, don't tense. Relax." Sam urged.
Cass's lips wobbled a little, but she slowly opened her legs once again and let Sam take control...and felt her penis enter her.
She felt her insides... Bloat?
No, that couldn't be the right word. But whatever it was, the feeling of Sam being inside her, this warmth and tingly new experience made her grab onto the sofa. "B-Big."
"Oh~, you say the sweetest things, Beloved." Sam smiled as she kissed her again. "I'll be gentle for you, I'm your first after all."
Cass felt the warmth of Sam's kiss, embracing her as she couldn't get her mind from her penis inside of her flower. All this new stuff flowing through her mind. It made her worry if she was any good. She felt self-conscious.
"Beloved, you're so tight. You feel amazing." Sam moaned as she broke the kiss to praise her, her hips thrusting into her.
Cass' breasts bounced with each thrust, feeling her virgin flower spread open as Sam made love to her. "Good... good... good!"
Sam looked at Cass, feeling her cock throb harder and harder, ready to cum deep inside her beloved. "You squeeze me so well." she praised.
Cass looked up into Sam's eyes, a blush on her cheeks as she couldn't think properly, her whole body acting on the instinct to make love. All she could do was net her fingers with Sam's while she was inside of her.
"I'm going to cum inside you." Sam whispered "That's okay, right? Right beloved? It's okay?" she grunted
Cass looked into Sam's eyes, glistening with innocence and joy and nodded. "C-Cum. Inside. Me." she asked, not knowing what that meant. But it was clear it was something Sam wanted to do.
Sam smiled as she heard that, hugging Cass around her body as her thrusts became more passionate and wilder, feeling her penis ready to climax again. Slamming her hips deep inside of Cass before she came, filling her pussy with her futa-sperm. "Take it... take it!" she roared.
Cass grabbed onto Sam's hips as she felt her flower being filled with something, something new and warm. This strange sensation was scaring her a little, but it honestly felt good. The closest she could describe it as was like drinking a warm, soothing drink... only a billion times better!
Cass gave out a wordless gasp as she felt Sam fall into her arms and snuggle close. This whole thing...was just the start.
"That was the best... first round ever." Sam panted and shuddered.
"'F-First'?" Cass gulped as she heard that. "More?"
"Of course. We need to make up for lost time." Sam answered, before kissing her again.
*Time Skip*
It was the next morning, the sun rising over the Gotham skyline.
Cass and Sam were separated after their long embrace...and Cass felt more exhausted than anything she had done thus far.
She had never felt that much strain in her body before.
VRRR.
VRRR.
Her phone silently vibrated as she looked at her utility belt and costume. And hopefully, slipping away from Sam wasn't too difficult.
She picked her mask up, slipping it on to get the communicator in place.
"Hello?" She whispered into the mask.
"Cass! Oh, thank god! You're alive! Where have you been all night? We were worried about you!" Oracle's voice responded.
"Babs!"
"Cass, I tried to contact you, you've been off the radar all night." Oracle explained. "Are you okay?"
"Yes." She nodded, letting out a happy sigh.
"Listen, there have been reports of shadows attacking people, it might be the League of Assassins." Oracle continued.
"'League of...Ass. Ass. Ins'?" Cass asked, trying to say that word.
And suddenly she remembered why she came here in the first place.
'Oh no.' She thought in fear and worry now as she put two and two together. She gulped nervously and responded. "Are they bad?" She asked, not lying but also worried about what she had gotten into.
"Very."
"I'll...I'll come home." She said sadly.
"Okay, we'll see you soon." Oracle answered, cutting off communications.
Cass sighed heavily as she had to leave. Was Sam part of this League? Was she an assassin? What was she going to do? Just leave her?
"Are you going to go?" Sam asked gently as she had woken up.
Cass jumped in surprise and span around. No one got the jump on her like that. No one!
"Beloved?" Sam frowned as she had the quilt only covering her waist and walked towards her.
"Sam. Are you...bad?" Cass asked as she didn't know if she could look at her right now.
"Bad?"
"You are...An Ass. Ass. In?" Cass sounded out the word.
Sam blinked and nodded. There was no need to hide anything from her Beloved. "I am. I'm a daughter of the League of Assassins. And my mother is the head of the League."
Cass's eyes widened as her blood went cold.
"But, I'd never harm you. I love you, my Beloved." She explained, wanting to hug her.
Cass remained quiet as she heard that, though they had their night of passion...the fear of being with an assassin was tantalising but also fear inducing.
But... but this... This woman killed people!
"I'm. Sorry." Cass frowned as she didn't know what else to say before she quickly finished getting dressed and rushed away.
Sam remained standing, letting Cass go...and left with her assassins. "Mistress, shall we pursue?" One of them asked.
"No. No, don't do that." Sam frowned. "Let's go home." as she hugged herself. This was something... why did she leave?
Following Cass, she was travelling through Gotham, still confused about all this. Confused about Sam. Confused about the League. What this new family would think of her. It was overwhelming.
*time skip, years later*
Cass was sitting in the gardens of Wayne Manor, looking out to the sky as she sat on the bench and smiled. A year prior, Cass was officially adopted by Bruce and she had started using the last name 'Wayne'.
A lot had changed in that last year, including Cass taking up a new identity as the Black Bat.
"Ah, Miss Cassandra." Alfred smiled as he walked out with a pitcher of lemonade and empty glass. "How are you?" He asked.
"Very good Alfred, thank you." She smiled as she took the glass. She had learnt a lot, her vocabulary and reading skills having gotten a lot better.
"Before I forget, a letter came for you." He passed over a letter for her.
"She's coming back from the meeting in Hong Kong?" Cass smiled, seeing the handwriting in the letter.
"It seems so." Alfred nodded. "She'll be arriving soon."
Cass nodded as she heard that, sitting outside as she had her drink. "I hope she's okay."
"I'm sure she's fine, Miss Cassandra." Alfred answered. "She was very insistent on cleaning up Hong Kong after she heard that had been where you sent after Master Bruce died for a time."
"It was weird." She admitted. "Bruce being dead."
"It was certainly for all of us." Alfred answered, "And Master Richard has made it clear he is never putting the cowl on again." He chuckled.
Cass smiled and nodded, before taking another drink of lemonade.
"So, it appears that the next Batman shall be my beloved." A voice smiled from behind them.
"Good heavens!" Alfred gasped, turning around as he saw this woman.
"S-Sam?" Cass got up as she saw her Beloved.
"Miss Samantha, I thought you weren't coming until later." Alfred sighed as he almost lost his composure.
"That is what surprises are for, Alfred." she smiled softly as she walked towards them, wearing an elegant black dress.
"Why're you here?" Cass asked, getting up and hugging her.
"Why would I not be here, when you are here?" Sam smiled and hugged back.
"I shall inform Master Bruce of your arrival." Alfred answered.
"No need. We're going in together." Sam responded as she took Cass' hand. "There is something I must ask my father as well."
"Very well." Alfred answered as the three of them walked inside...while Sam and Cass were walking hand in hand.
"Did you read my letter?" Sam asked.
"No. I know what you wrote. Your normal poetry." She commented.
"Awe~, you're sweet." Sam smiled with an evil glint in her eyes.
The three walked into the living room, where Batman was reading the newspaper.
"Father." Sam smiled.
Batman put the paper down and looked behind him at that remark. "I beg your pardon?"
"Father." Sam repeated and bowed.
"Oh. Sam." He blinked and nodded "I see you are back in Gotham."
"Yes, and I've something to ask you. Something important that needed to be done here." She answered.
"Yes?" he asked darkly.
"Father." Sam smiled...as she got down onto one knee. "I want your daughter to be my wife."
...
"What?"
"Cassandra Wayne, will you marry me?" Sam asked, taking the letter that had been sent to Cass and opened it.
"Where did you-?" Cass whispered in shock, before Sam read it aloud.
"I planned." She smiled.
"What's in the letter?" Alfred wondered, while Bruce looked at the pair.
"A marriage request and a ring?"
Alfred remained quiet as Sam began to read the letter aloud. "Dear Cassandra. From the moment I met you, something inside my heart opened." The room was silent as Sam read the letter; eyes locked with her lover. Her eyes showing a mix of true love and an evil justice, knowing her Beloved would not have read the letter before now.
"I spent so long trying to be the kind of person who could be by your side." Sam continued. "After understanding how you feel about killing I... questioned myself. Deeply and completely. It was the only answer I knew. And I wanted to change. To see what you saw, and to be the person fit to hold your hand."
Cass looked down at Sam, seeing the truth in her body language and heard it in her voice. She was becoming overwhelmed.
"I changed for you to become a better person. I want to be with you for the rest of our lives. And become better with you. I will be faithful to you, love you and protect you. Will you marry me?"
Cass was silent, close to crying.
Sam's fingers reached into the letter and pulled out the ring, showing a beautiful engagement ring with a diamond embedded.
"Cass? What do you say?" Sam asked hopefully, holding her hand and the ring in the other.
"Yes!"
Bruce and Alfred were shocked as they heard this, though it was a good kind of shock as Cass and Sam embraced, with the former kissing Sam.
Bruce rubbed the back of his neck before he acted. "Well, that's all well and good. But first." He broke the pair up for a moment. "We are going to have a little chat." He turned to Sam.
"Yes, father." She answered as she grinned, the future was looking bright to her.
To be continued
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