Disclaimer:All of this belongs to DC Comics, hence Warner Bros., hence AOL
Time Warner.
Characters: The Batclan as far as I'm concerned is the Batman (Bruce
Wayne), Robin (Tim Drake), Spoiler (Stephanie Brown), the Oracle (Barbara
Gordon), the new Batgirl (Cassandra Cain), some Nightwing (Dick Grayson) on
the side.
The Gotham Police are Commish James Gordon, Det. Montoya and Bullock.
The Flashes are Barry Allen, Wally West. Max Mercury is the guardian of
course Impulse (Bartholomew Allen).
Young Justice is Robin ("Al Draper"), Super Boy (Kon-El), Wonder Girl (Cassie
Sandmark), Arrowette (Cissie King-Jones), Impulse (Bart Allen), and the
Secret and the Red Tornado.
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Gotham. Skyscraper. Night. This defines her, now. This defines her now. She
jumps. Free fall rules take over. The cape...the cape seems like her only
friend. Plenty of family now. Freinds on the other hand...
The wind rushes past her. Not just the down fall-actual wind from the street
below. She reaches out in all ways at once. The line wrappping around the
head of a perplexed gargoyle. The balance her body seeks. Her sences guide
her 'flight'.
*****
The Impulse blurred through yet another alley. "The Impulse". That's cool.
Like "The Batman". I'm gonna use it in this city. So like, the Impluse
blurred around town, right? There was a hot tip, from Fite 'n' Madd even. It
was probably just to keep them from doing anything important, just like them,
always trying to keep them kooped up, he'd been getting responsible-
Oh yeah. Gotta find Robin before the Impulse trips on this foot. Foot?
*****
She blends into the shadows so well, she feels as if she would lose herself
in them. But she isn't the darkness anymore. She fights the dark with the
dark. The fire with the fire.
Just as the wind whips by her, her ankle collides with another. The boy in
white and red and lightning is up before he's down. The scrapes on his face
from eating pavement are even healing at what can only be super speed.
A high pitch whine comes from the teen as his arms, legs, even his hair dance
in agitation. "Oh, I'm sorry.", he says in a normal voice. "I forgot to slow
down."
"It is...okay?", she says, concentrating on getting her first spoken language
right. "Saw your poem."
"What peom?", he asks. He stands still for the first time, yellow goggles
wrapped under a questioning brow, big hair tilted to one side.
"About the invincible child on his path of petty crime. Your movements are...
lovely.", she informs him.
Then he slaps himself on the forehead. "You're not Robin."
Her cape reaches out of the shadows first, as if testing the air. They clear
the way for her as she steps out. A taut, taught female body headed by a
mask that implies death emerges. "No, not. You can call me The Batgirl."
*****
See what I mean. Everyone was Gotham is a "The". This chick was beautiful and
she was still completely hidden, even when you were looking straight at her.
But she's still a bat, right?
"Look, I'm trying to find Robin. I got to tell him about this.", Impulse
said.
"You can tell me.", she stated in a calm...no tranquil...no like stiller than
that even voice. And it just came pouring out of Impulse. There was a kid
who just happened to be metahuman by all accounts. Something happenned where
he was plain indestructable. One time he through a temper tantrum and ten
security guards of the mall couldn't move him until his mother agreed to get
a particular toy. A school yard bully broke his arm punching him in an eye
lash. Let alone the time he crushed the bus that ran into him.
Now the kid grew into his teens and is one that thought shop-lifting for the
thrill is coming of age. And Young Ju...er, The Young Justice must deliver
the...dang, "young"..."justice". And now this chick probably thought that
Impulse was dumb.
*****
He is so energetic. She is completely taken aback by him. He is everything
that she wishes she could be. Energetic. Honest. Innocent. Young. Young at
heart. A kid. Bright-emotionally, costume...how much brain power does it take
to move at his speed? And the speed.
"Will inform you if he is dangerous. If fail.", she tells him.
"How?", he asks. Then he snaps his fingers and fades for a fraction of a
second. "You can use one of these!", he says. "I need to start carrying these
rings on me, I had to go back to our cave for this."
He runs to their cave and back. So powerful.
"Just push the stone and my ring will light up. I'll come running."
"How will you know where?", she asks.
"I'll just scour the city. It might take a second or two but I'll find you."
Wow.
*****
The news played loudly on the TV. Max was always trying to get Bart to watch
the news rather than MTV's band of the week with death as a theme. Don't know
why Max got upset that CNN kept the same volume up. Bart grew up in VR for
all sakes!
"A metahuman child offender turned himself in in Gotham tonight!", the news
anchor yelled. "A city notorious for the criminally insane and its recent
experimental seperation from the U.S., truly super powered criminals are a
rare occurence! But this young shop-lifter seems to have seen the error of
his ways!"
The scene turned to a kid standing a little taller than the police podium. He
looked well enough, clothing, hygiene, etc. He was just real pale, like he
was sick or something. "I promise never to ever ever steal anything in this
town again! I swear!", he yelled.
One of the reporters managed to elbow his way above the others. "Ollie Knox!
Was the Batman involved with the capture?!"
A large detective at the kids shoulder stepped up protectively. "Goddammit
Knox, there is no Batman!"
That was so cool. No powers but the Batgirl had stopped him in the middle of
a full run and put fear into an invulnerable guy. She was the absolute
coolest. Like ice-cold. Like when Robin had glared at Superboy for putting
glue on his mask when he had fallen asleep and it peeled off his face when he
wiped his eyes. Sure, his second mask was still in place but Superboy was too
scared to cocentrate hard enough to fly.
*****
Clang! The Batgirl drives her fist into the military thick armor of yet
another practice droid. The armor makes them harder to break. They still
have trouble lasting long enough. She thinks of the Oracle's most recent
words.
"You spend all your time practicing at fighting. If you spent even a little
time at living, or at being with people, you would be just as good at it and
a whole lot happier."
She thinks of the boy again. The handsome speed. The ring. It will not be a
lie to summon him. After all, she is failing-not at the criminal world, but
her own.
*****
Something lit up in his pocket. What in the PlayBox is...oh, yeah the ring!
He better get there right away.
As others percieved it, instantly he was halfway up the coast. As he
percieved it, he had plenty of time to think about why he was going. The kid
had been arrested, right?
When he got to the grove of trees in Gotham County he saw the Batgirl. Her
cape protecting her...and in between him. How had she known which way he was
coming from to turn his back to him? So he asked the obvious question.
"Did he break out and now we gotta search the woods for him and you need me
and my super speed to find him so I should go now right!"
And he did. He searched everywhere in the forest. He even saved a robin egg
from a venus fly trap, he did. Then he returned to the Batgirl.
"I didn't find him.", he said.
"That is not why called.", she told him. Huh?
Then she turned to him. She let the cape fall from her unbelievably rock hard
body. She took the stitched mask and cowl that kinda of spooked Bart off. A
pretty, Asian face just a hair older than him looked into him.
"I am Cassandra Cain. And I want to kiss you."
*****
With that she swoops over the distance between them. She grabs him by the
upper arms and presses her lips to his. Then she pulls away.
He is completely still for the first five continuous seconds of his life. He
is stunned. He is happy. He is aroused. He is confused. He is worried that
his lack of reaction will offend her.
"Do not worry. Do not want you to worry. You do not offend me by remaining
still."
*****
How does she know? "How do you know?", he asked.
"I was taught to read body language as my first language.", the Batgirl
replied. "The technique allows me to understand movement as thought."
"Wow! Can you teach me? And why am I still thinking about you as THE BATGIRL
rather than Cassandra? And what did you kiss me for? Why did you want to kiss
me? What's Robin and the Batman gonna say? Why are we standing out in the
woods?"
Cassandra giggled and rested a gloved forefinger on his lips. "Do not
think that you want to learn my technique. You are too old to start and there
are...complications.
"You get introduced to the Batgirl, not Cassandra. All you see.
"Want to be with you. Want you to be together. Like. Kiss you...make you
like.
"You fast. And...cheerful. Have no cheer, always so grim. Bright too. Your
way makes like you.
"The Batman usually says nothing, only does. He probably already know and you
still here and awake. Robin need not know.
"Woods more private than city. Just us not mission."
Whoa. "Whoa.", Impulse replied. "Look, I think you're really cool too. I mean
really cool. You're like...what everyone tells me I can be and can't see.
Like really disciplined and real-life smart."
The pretty Asian face smiles. "So...you like me?"
"Well, yeah.", Impulse hastily agreed. "I just think I should take you out or
something. We can't just say we like each other and marry."
"What is 'marry'?", she asked.
"B-duh...like, you know. Mom and Dad?", Impulse tried to explain.
"Mom?", she continued.
"UH...I'm just saying that maybe we should go on a date. We shouldn't just
say, I like you and that be that. We should hang out, get to know each other.
Then if you still like me..."
"Okay. Get to know you better.", the B...Cassandra said.
"Cool. Uh, tomorrow? Around 5? How about Gotham Hieghts Mall?", Impulse
suggested.
"Good."
*****
Wow. Oh, let me describe the scene first. See, it's summer time, so it's
still sunny out but not enough to be bright. Gotham Heights was never a part
of No Man's Land, so its quake damage was quickly repaired over a year ago.
The modern sprawling building that comprised its mall was only surpassed by
some of the buildings in the remade Metropolis. Glass and steel and happy
shining people casually strolled through the parking lots.
But wow belongs to Cassandra Cain. She wore a pare of slacks that hung out
side her combat boots and a tank top but so? Full black hair hung around her
face but never hiding striking eyes. Her face was extremely pretty even
though she wore no make up at all. But her body was the hardest body on the
planet, it must have been. Lean muscle nearly yelled its presence wherever it
was exposed. New physiological concepts could be discovered through her.
The people that passed her gave her a second glance but nothing more. Besides
her appearance, there was something...intimidating about her. They acted as
if she was the predator and they were the prey.
Some even gave her a third glance. Becuase out of no where one Bart Allen
appeared. Big hair, armor solid sneakers, baggy jeans, anime character t-
shirt and a single lotus from the Taj Mahal garden in India accompanied him.
"This is for you.", he said holding it out to Cassandra.
"Oh.", Cassandra took the wet flower. After glancing around, she resigned
herself to holding it for the rest of their time at the mall.
"Did what you asked me to.", she told him. Then she began to recite.
"Bartholemew Allen, technically cousin to Barry Allen the current Flash.
Legal guardian:Maximillion Crand/"
"Whoa, that's enough.", Bart said taking her hand and leading her into the
mall. "Enough people know about my family to drag attention around me.
Talking about it in public doesn't help keep what I wanted our moment to be-
private."
Cassandra leaned into him. In a slight whisper, which just came across sultry
"Why does your family not keep secret. You flaunt."
Bart wasn't ready for that question. "I dunno. It just seems to happen. When
I came here it was already that way. Everyone in Keystone and Center City
and most other places like having a Flash.
"It's not like Gotham. Everyone seems like they're covering up that Batman
exists or yelling about him existing and no one's got any proof either way. I
mean, if you're not...you know..."
Cassandra kissed him on the cheek. "Like how you get confused. Shows life and
learning."
"You've learned things before though.", Bart replied. "I mean, no one can
move like you do without knowing how."
"No. Just know. Know how people move. Know how to move. Never learn. Still
not learn how to read well.", she admitted.
"Oh that's easy. I'll show you.", he told her.
*****
Wow. She is being cradled by him. Lifted in his arms barely before she knew
it. The world around her is a blur. Not only from the speed she is travelling
but from the dancing colors of the speed force. She runs her fingers through
his hair, there is no wind inside this field or life that harms her or him.
As quickly as she was taken up she is set to her feet again. The two teens
stand at the side of a highway. Cars fly by. Corn fields ignore the two. A
large green sign booms in front of them.
Gotham City 100 miles
"When I first came here, I had to learn a lot of new things.", he says. "I
had to be told why I should dodge cars instead of having them go around me.
That's the bad thing about growing up in VR. The good thing is all the stuff
you can do.
"Anyway, what I learned was the stuff that was the most useful. Don't jump
off of too tall stuff. Don't anger people that can catch you. If you want to
learn to read, you should read what's important to you."
She points at the sign, curious. "Goth-am Si-tee", she reads. "That is where
I protect. Seek redemption."
"Yeah.", he encourages. "That's important to you. So you remember it better."
Huh? "Redemption?"
"Yes.", she replies. "My technique...it comes from training to be an
assassin. My 'father' taught how to kill rather than how to speak. The
Batman allows me the mission-to protect. To keep life."
"Think that why like you. You really alive. Keep.", Cassandra states matter
of factly. She kisses him again.
That is understating the concept. She wants to express how much she wants him
in her life. She has her arms around him but they are not over lapping. Her
hands touch lightly on his shoulder blades. She presses herself against him,
wanting to feel all of him and him to feel all of her. At first her lips are
aligned with his. They part slightly. A lotus floats to the ground. Her
tongue...
And instantly they are in Bart's room. "I thought we should be someplace a
little less public.", he says uneasily. "I know you people have a thing for"
"UMPH", he exclaims. She literally jumps on him and they fall onto the bed.
She looks into his eyes expectantly. He is still. Has she done something
wrong? Does he not want her?
Then he moves his arms around her. She is incredibly strong and it shows. He
can feel it in her. She is kissing him again and this time her tongue is in
his mouth.
He can feel her tasting his teeth. He can feel her hands roaming along the
sides of his arms. He can feel her...her breasts...her nipples hard in his
chest. He can feel her legs rub against his. He can feel her hair on his
temples. Under his hands he can feel her back muscles rippling. Anything she
may lack by having no experience is easily made up for by knowing how he
wants her to move against him, by wanting to love him.
Love?
"Cassandra.", he stops her. She holds herself above him straddling his waist.
Her hands slide over his shoulders and chest. Her thighs push in toward his
waist just that little bit.
*****
Oh man oh man oh man. Cassandra Cain, the Batgirl, a teen age Asian ultimate
of physical perfection was squeezing him with her THIGHS. "Oh. Uh.", Bart
tried hard to think.
"You like this.", she told him. That was plain to see from Bart's eyes nearly
fluttering and the occassional kick of his leg.
"Yes. Oh, man, yes I like. I just-ugh-want to ask you one thing.", Bart told
her. "Do you want love? Because I really am getting that signal from you. And
I really have a hard time getting signals that aren't said."
"Wanted to tell you. Did not know how to say.", she answered.
"How about with words? 'I want you to love me'? 'I want to love you'? Big
pink heart instead of a bat with a halo?"
"Want to love you.", she smiled. "Want you to love me. Want to be with you.
Bat symbol stay."
And they pulled each other tight again. Cassandra Cain found the light in a
grim world and wanted to hold onto him forever, but did not want to hurt him
with her ability. Bart Allen found the simply coolest experience ever-someone
who respected him, understood him on a level even he didn't and only wanted
him to be happy:preferably with her. He wanted to explore every part of her
but tried to keep his speed down to something that wouldn't tickle or burn or
one of a million things he could mess up.
"You afraid you will hurt me if you move your hands to fast.", she told him.
"Do not be afraid." Cassandra rested her weight on his stomach (she was
S-I-T-T-I-N-G on him!) and sat straight up. She took his hands in her own.
The girl ran his hands up her torso. Hardened muscle that most action stars
would gladly give up surviving until tomorrow for passed under his touch. Up
until her breasts. "Just touch.", she soothed him.
His hands closed over her shirt, over her breasts, over the hard nipples. He
could feel her take in breath and breathe out. The nearly out of place soft
on a pillar of hard stunned him. "sssshhh. It is okay. Squeeze."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You will not make mistake. You will like. We both like that."
His palms pressed lightly upward. He could see the outline of her nipples
between his fingers. He put his fingers together, coming to both sides of the
jutting tip. "Ah.", she gasped. Her hands held his to her when he tried to
pull away. "No. Good."
She touched lightly on the inside of his elbows and his arms bent. She came
down on him, somehow sitting more on him. His arms didn't seem to keep them
apart yet his hands could still feel her. Flexing his wrists moved her
breasts in small circles. She could kiss him again and did so. Her hands and
fingers rubbed against pulse points, acupuncture spots, little nooks and
crannies in his body he did not remember having.
It made her feel like she could provide for him. He gently tried to pull on
her left breast. She could tell he wanted approval, to know he was being good
and not evil. "mmmmm", she whispered in his ear. Then her tongue danced in
it.
After a moment, he could feel her speaking to him. The wind of her breath, a
slight rumbling in her chest, her throat massaging his shoulder. "Want to ask
you for something."
"S-s-sure."
"Can sleep here? Together. Arms around?"
Bart smiled. He deeply kissed her. Pulling up his cover over them, the two
settled into a spooning position. Bart tried to pull his raging erection away
from her but her finger caught one of his belt loops. She patted his hip and
pulled his arms around her as if to say that everything, every part of him
was more than fine by her.
The two teens fell into the most comfortable sleep of their lives.
*****
Cassandra Cain wakes up, a bit before summer sunset. The room is golden. The
cover...the bed is a new form of softness. Posters of all things young-games,
video games, cartoons, comics-adorn the walls.
She can feel his arms wrapped around her. From his hands limply hanging in
front of her, she can tell he's still asleep. That hasn't kept him from
moving his dick against her.
Cassandra smiles. She carefully brings one of Bart Allen's hands to her lips.
She licks where he has the most nerves, right under his fingernail on his
finger tip.
Slowly Bart wakes up. She can feel that he wants to move against her.
She can feel he's thankful she's there. She can feel he's uncertain what to
do. She can feel he doesn't want her to be upset by him.
"Ssshhh...", she starts. "Is okay." She closes her hands over his and presses
her ass back on him. "You can move."
"Oh wow.", is his first reaction. He presses against her and it is just the
best thing that ever happened. Not grabbing the possessed Martian Manhunter
by the cape, not even getting his hyper growth speed corrected...Just that
strong muscle that she is giving him. He thrusts just a little. He can feel
her through his pants and hers.
She can feel him exactly. She brings his hands back to her breasts, slowly
crossing his arms around her. Her left arm holds them there. Her right arm
finds his belt loop again to bring his thrusts closer to her. He clumsily
kisses her ear, his lips landing perpendicular to it. Cassandra makes a small
twist of her head and he's resting in her hair, her ear offered to slide
easily between his lips. Her right leg wraps around his, bringing him somehow
miraculously closer to her. Her butt seems to part for his manhood, massaging
him in impossible ways.
"Want you to.", she tells him. He needs no further urging. Holding onto her
by her breasts he thrusts. Bart can barely believe this is happening to him.
He can barely believe her. Her feels her stiff nipples pressing into his
palms. He can feel her holding him to her. Her work to bring him off. He can
feel that she only wants one thing-to please him. Somehow he contains his
speed.
He can not contain his moans. "Uh. Oh, Cassandra. You're beautiful. You're so
hot. uh. you're so good. you're...you..." and he falls beyond words. She
smiles as he tenses around her. His throbbing sings music to her. Then it is
if a high tension cable has been cut, he relaxes around her.
Time Warner.
Characters: The Batclan as far as I'm concerned is the Batman (Bruce
Wayne), Robin (Tim Drake), Spoiler (Stephanie Brown), the Oracle (Barbara
Gordon), the new Batgirl (Cassandra Cain), some Nightwing (Dick Grayson) on
the side.
The Gotham Police are Commish James Gordon, Det. Montoya and Bullock.
The Flashes are Barry Allen, Wally West. Max Mercury is the guardian of
course Impulse (Bartholomew Allen).
Young Justice is Robin ("Al Draper"), Super Boy (Kon-El), Wonder Girl (Cassie
Sandmark), Arrowette (Cissie King-Jones), Impulse (Bart Allen), and the
Secret and the Red Tornado.
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Gotham. Skyscraper. Night. This defines her, now. This defines her now. She
jumps. Free fall rules take over. The cape...the cape seems like her only
friend. Plenty of family now. Freinds on the other hand...
The wind rushes past her. Not just the down fall-actual wind from the street
below. She reaches out in all ways at once. The line wrappping around the
head of a perplexed gargoyle. The balance her body seeks. Her sences guide
her 'flight'.
*****
The Impulse blurred through yet another alley. "The Impulse". That's cool.
Like "The Batman". I'm gonna use it in this city. So like, the Impluse
blurred around town, right? There was a hot tip, from Fite 'n' Madd even. It
was probably just to keep them from doing anything important, just like them,
always trying to keep them kooped up, he'd been getting responsible-
Oh yeah. Gotta find Robin before the Impulse trips on this foot. Foot?
*****
She blends into the shadows so well, she feels as if she would lose herself
in them. But she isn't the darkness anymore. She fights the dark with the
dark. The fire with the fire.
Just as the wind whips by her, her ankle collides with another. The boy in
white and red and lightning is up before he's down. The scrapes on his face
from eating pavement are even healing at what can only be super speed.
A high pitch whine comes from the teen as his arms, legs, even his hair dance
in agitation. "Oh, I'm sorry.", he says in a normal voice. "I forgot to slow
down."
"It is...okay?", she says, concentrating on getting her first spoken language
right. "Saw your poem."
"What peom?", he asks. He stands still for the first time, yellow goggles
wrapped under a questioning brow, big hair tilted to one side.
"About the invincible child on his path of petty crime. Your movements are...
lovely.", she informs him.
Then he slaps himself on the forehead. "You're not Robin."
Her cape reaches out of the shadows first, as if testing the air. They clear
the way for her as she steps out. A taut, taught female body headed by a
mask that implies death emerges. "No, not. You can call me The Batgirl."
*****
See what I mean. Everyone was Gotham is a "The". This chick was beautiful and
she was still completely hidden, even when you were looking straight at her.
But she's still a bat, right?
"Look, I'm trying to find Robin. I got to tell him about this.", Impulse
said.
"You can tell me.", she stated in a calm...no tranquil...no like stiller than
that even voice. And it just came pouring out of Impulse. There was a kid
who just happened to be metahuman by all accounts. Something happenned where
he was plain indestructable. One time he through a temper tantrum and ten
security guards of the mall couldn't move him until his mother agreed to get
a particular toy. A school yard bully broke his arm punching him in an eye
lash. Let alone the time he crushed the bus that ran into him.
Now the kid grew into his teens and is one that thought shop-lifting for the
thrill is coming of age. And Young Ju...er, The Young Justice must deliver
the...dang, "young"..."justice". And now this chick probably thought that
Impulse was dumb.
*****
He is so energetic. She is completely taken aback by him. He is everything
that she wishes she could be. Energetic. Honest. Innocent. Young. Young at
heart. A kid. Bright-emotionally, costume...how much brain power does it take
to move at his speed? And the speed.
"Will inform you if he is dangerous. If fail.", she tells him.
"How?", he asks. Then he snaps his fingers and fades for a fraction of a
second. "You can use one of these!", he says. "I need to start carrying these
rings on me, I had to go back to our cave for this."
He runs to their cave and back. So powerful.
"Just push the stone and my ring will light up. I'll come running."
"How will you know where?", she asks.
"I'll just scour the city. It might take a second or two but I'll find you."
Wow.
*****
The news played loudly on the TV. Max was always trying to get Bart to watch
the news rather than MTV's band of the week with death as a theme. Don't know
why Max got upset that CNN kept the same volume up. Bart grew up in VR for
all sakes!
"A metahuman child offender turned himself in in Gotham tonight!", the news
anchor yelled. "A city notorious for the criminally insane and its recent
experimental seperation from the U.S., truly super powered criminals are a
rare occurence! But this young shop-lifter seems to have seen the error of
his ways!"
The scene turned to a kid standing a little taller than the police podium. He
looked well enough, clothing, hygiene, etc. He was just real pale, like he
was sick or something. "I promise never to ever ever steal anything in this
town again! I swear!", he yelled.
One of the reporters managed to elbow his way above the others. "Ollie Knox!
Was the Batman involved with the capture?!"
A large detective at the kids shoulder stepped up protectively. "Goddammit
Knox, there is no Batman!"
That was so cool. No powers but the Batgirl had stopped him in the middle of
a full run and put fear into an invulnerable guy. She was the absolute
coolest. Like ice-cold. Like when Robin had glared at Superboy for putting
glue on his mask when he had fallen asleep and it peeled off his face when he
wiped his eyes. Sure, his second mask was still in place but Superboy was too
scared to cocentrate hard enough to fly.
*****
Clang! The Batgirl drives her fist into the military thick armor of yet
another practice droid. The armor makes them harder to break. They still
have trouble lasting long enough. She thinks of the Oracle's most recent
words.
"You spend all your time practicing at fighting. If you spent even a little
time at living, or at being with people, you would be just as good at it and
a whole lot happier."
She thinks of the boy again. The handsome speed. The ring. It will not be a
lie to summon him. After all, she is failing-not at the criminal world, but
her own.
*****
Something lit up in his pocket. What in the PlayBox is...oh, yeah the ring!
He better get there right away.
As others percieved it, instantly he was halfway up the coast. As he
percieved it, he had plenty of time to think about why he was going. The kid
had been arrested, right?
When he got to the grove of trees in Gotham County he saw the Batgirl. Her
cape protecting her...and in between him. How had she known which way he was
coming from to turn his back to him? So he asked the obvious question.
"Did he break out and now we gotta search the woods for him and you need me
and my super speed to find him so I should go now right!"
And he did. He searched everywhere in the forest. He even saved a robin egg
from a venus fly trap, he did. Then he returned to the Batgirl.
"I didn't find him.", he said.
"That is not why called.", she told him. Huh?
Then she turned to him. She let the cape fall from her unbelievably rock hard
body. She took the stitched mask and cowl that kinda of spooked Bart off. A
pretty, Asian face just a hair older than him looked into him.
"I am Cassandra Cain. And I want to kiss you."
*****
With that she swoops over the distance between them. She grabs him by the
upper arms and presses her lips to his. Then she pulls away.
He is completely still for the first five continuous seconds of his life. He
is stunned. He is happy. He is aroused. He is confused. He is worried that
his lack of reaction will offend her.
"Do not worry. Do not want you to worry. You do not offend me by remaining
still."
*****
How does she know? "How do you know?", he asked.
"I was taught to read body language as my first language.", the Batgirl
replied. "The technique allows me to understand movement as thought."
"Wow! Can you teach me? And why am I still thinking about you as THE BATGIRL
rather than Cassandra? And what did you kiss me for? Why did you want to kiss
me? What's Robin and the Batman gonna say? Why are we standing out in the
woods?"
Cassandra giggled and rested a gloved forefinger on his lips. "Do not
think that you want to learn my technique. You are too old to start and there
are...complications.
"You get introduced to the Batgirl, not Cassandra. All you see.
"Want to be with you. Want you to be together. Like. Kiss you...make you
like.
"You fast. And...cheerful. Have no cheer, always so grim. Bright too. Your
way makes like you.
"The Batman usually says nothing, only does. He probably already know and you
still here and awake. Robin need not know.
"Woods more private than city. Just us not mission."
Whoa. "Whoa.", Impulse replied. "Look, I think you're really cool too. I mean
really cool. You're like...what everyone tells me I can be and can't see.
Like really disciplined and real-life smart."
The pretty Asian face smiles. "So...you like me?"
"Well, yeah.", Impulse hastily agreed. "I just think I should take you out or
something. We can't just say we like each other and marry."
"What is 'marry'?", she asked.
"B-duh...like, you know. Mom and Dad?", Impulse tried to explain.
"Mom?", she continued.
"UH...I'm just saying that maybe we should go on a date. We shouldn't just
say, I like you and that be that. We should hang out, get to know each other.
Then if you still like me..."
"Okay. Get to know you better.", the B...Cassandra said.
"Cool. Uh, tomorrow? Around 5? How about Gotham Hieghts Mall?", Impulse
suggested.
"Good."
*****
Wow. Oh, let me describe the scene first. See, it's summer time, so it's
still sunny out but not enough to be bright. Gotham Heights was never a part
of No Man's Land, so its quake damage was quickly repaired over a year ago.
The modern sprawling building that comprised its mall was only surpassed by
some of the buildings in the remade Metropolis. Glass and steel and happy
shining people casually strolled through the parking lots.
But wow belongs to Cassandra Cain. She wore a pare of slacks that hung out
side her combat boots and a tank top but so? Full black hair hung around her
face but never hiding striking eyes. Her face was extremely pretty even
though she wore no make up at all. But her body was the hardest body on the
planet, it must have been. Lean muscle nearly yelled its presence wherever it
was exposed. New physiological concepts could be discovered through her.
The people that passed her gave her a second glance but nothing more. Besides
her appearance, there was something...intimidating about her. They acted as
if she was the predator and they were the prey.
Some even gave her a third glance. Becuase out of no where one Bart Allen
appeared. Big hair, armor solid sneakers, baggy jeans, anime character t-
shirt and a single lotus from the Taj Mahal garden in India accompanied him.
"This is for you.", he said holding it out to Cassandra.
"Oh.", Cassandra took the wet flower. After glancing around, she resigned
herself to holding it for the rest of their time at the mall.
"Did what you asked me to.", she told him. Then she began to recite.
"Bartholemew Allen, technically cousin to Barry Allen the current Flash.
Legal guardian:Maximillion Crand/"
"Whoa, that's enough.", Bart said taking her hand and leading her into the
mall. "Enough people know about my family to drag attention around me.
Talking about it in public doesn't help keep what I wanted our moment to be-
private."
Cassandra leaned into him. In a slight whisper, which just came across sultry
"Why does your family not keep secret. You flaunt."
Bart wasn't ready for that question. "I dunno. It just seems to happen. When
I came here it was already that way. Everyone in Keystone and Center City
and most other places like having a Flash.
"It's not like Gotham. Everyone seems like they're covering up that Batman
exists or yelling about him existing and no one's got any proof either way. I
mean, if you're not...you know..."
Cassandra kissed him on the cheek. "Like how you get confused. Shows life and
learning."
"You've learned things before though.", Bart replied. "I mean, no one can
move like you do without knowing how."
"No. Just know. Know how people move. Know how to move. Never learn. Still
not learn how to read well.", she admitted.
"Oh that's easy. I'll show you.", he told her.
*****
Wow. She is being cradled by him. Lifted in his arms barely before she knew
it. The world around her is a blur. Not only from the speed she is travelling
but from the dancing colors of the speed force. She runs her fingers through
his hair, there is no wind inside this field or life that harms her or him.
As quickly as she was taken up she is set to her feet again. The two teens
stand at the side of a highway. Cars fly by. Corn fields ignore the two. A
large green sign booms in front of them.
Gotham City 100 miles
"When I first came here, I had to learn a lot of new things.", he says. "I
had to be told why I should dodge cars instead of having them go around me.
That's the bad thing about growing up in VR. The good thing is all the stuff
you can do.
"Anyway, what I learned was the stuff that was the most useful. Don't jump
off of too tall stuff. Don't anger people that can catch you. If you want to
learn to read, you should read what's important to you."
She points at the sign, curious. "Goth-am Si-tee", she reads. "That is where
I protect. Seek redemption."
"Yeah.", he encourages. "That's important to you. So you remember it better."
Huh? "Redemption?"
"Yes.", she replies. "My technique...it comes from training to be an
assassin. My 'father' taught how to kill rather than how to speak. The
Batman allows me the mission-to protect. To keep life."
"Think that why like you. You really alive. Keep.", Cassandra states matter
of factly. She kisses him again.
That is understating the concept. She wants to express how much she wants him
in her life. She has her arms around him but they are not over lapping. Her
hands touch lightly on his shoulder blades. She presses herself against him,
wanting to feel all of him and him to feel all of her. At first her lips are
aligned with his. They part slightly. A lotus floats to the ground. Her
tongue...
And instantly they are in Bart's room. "I thought we should be someplace a
little less public.", he says uneasily. "I know you people have a thing for"
"UMPH", he exclaims. She literally jumps on him and they fall onto the bed.
She looks into his eyes expectantly. He is still. Has she done something
wrong? Does he not want her?
Then he moves his arms around her. She is incredibly strong and it shows. He
can feel it in her. She is kissing him again and this time her tongue is in
his mouth.
He can feel her tasting his teeth. He can feel her hands roaming along the
sides of his arms. He can feel her...her breasts...her nipples hard in his
chest. He can feel her legs rub against his. He can feel her hair on his
temples. Under his hands he can feel her back muscles rippling. Anything she
may lack by having no experience is easily made up for by knowing how he
wants her to move against him, by wanting to love him.
Love?
"Cassandra.", he stops her. She holds herself above him straddling his waist.
Her hands slide over his shoulders and chest. Her thighs push in toward his
waist just that little bit.
*****
Oh man oh man oh man. Cassandra Cain, the Batgirl, a teen age Asian ultimate
of physical perfection was squeezing him with her THIGHS. "Oh. Uh.", Bart
tried hard to think.
"You like this.", she told him. That was plain to see from Bart's eyes nearly
fluttering and the occassional kick of his leg.
"Yes. Oh, man, yes I like. I just-ugh-want to ask you one thing.", Bart told
her. "Do you want love? Because I really am getting that signal from you. And
I really have a hard time getting signals that aren't said."
"Wanted to tell you. Did not know how to say.", she answered.
"How about with words? 'I want you to love me'? 'I want to love you'? Big
pink heart instead of a bat with a halo?"
"Want to love you.", she smiled. "Want you to love me. Want to be with you.
Bat symbol stay."
And they pulled each other tight again. Cassandra Cain found the light in a
grim world and wanted to hold onto him forever, but did not want to hurt him
with her ability. Bart Allen found the simply coolest experience ever-someone
who respected him, understood him on a level even he didn't and only wanted
him to be happy:preferably with her. He wanted to explore every part of her
but tried to keep his speed down to something that wouldn't tickle or burn or
one of a million things he could mess up.
"You afraid you will hurt me if you move your hands to fast.", she told him.
"Do not be afraid." Cassandra rested her weight on his stomach (she was
S-I-T-T-I-N-G on him!) and sat straight up. She took his hands in her own.
The girl ran his hands up her torso. Hardened muscle that most action stars
would gladly give up surviving until tomorrow for passed under his touch. Up
until her breasts. "Just touch.", she soothed him.
His hands closed over her shirt, over her breasts, over the hard nipples. He
could feel her take in breath and breathe out. The nearly out of place soft
on a pillar of hard stunned him. "sssshhh. It is okay. Squeeze."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You will not make mistake. You will like. We both like that."
His palms pressed lightly upward. He could see the outline of her nipples
between his fingers. He put his fingers together, coming to both sides of the
jutting tip. "Ah.", she gasped. Her hands held his to her when he tried to
pull away. "No. Good."
She touched lightly on the inside of his elbows and his arms bent. She came
down on him, somehow sitting more on him. His arms didn't seem to keep them
apart yet his hands could still feel her. Flexing his wrists moved her
breasts in small circles. She could kiss him again and did so. Her hands and
fingers rubbed against pulse points, acupuncture spots, little nooks and
crannies in his body he did not remember having.
It made her feel like she could provide for him. He gently tried to pull on
her left breast. She could tell he wanted approval, to know he was being good
and not evil. "mmmmm", she whispered in his ear. Then her tongue danced in
it.
After a moment, he could feel her speaking to him. The wind of her breath, a
slight rumbling in her chest, her throat massaging his shoulder. "Want to ask
you for something."
"S-s-sure."
"Can sleep here? Together. Arms around?"
Bart smiled. He deeply kissed her. Pulling up his cover over them, the two
settled into a spooning position. Bart tried to pull his raging erection away
from her but her finger caught one of his belt loops. She patted his hip and
pulled his arms around her as if to say that everything, every part of him
was more than fine by her.
The two teens fell into the most comfortable sleep of their lives.
*****
Cassandra Cain wakes up, a bit before summer sunset. The room is golden. The
cover...the bed is a new form of softness. Posters of all things young-games,
video games, cartoons, comics-adorn the walls.
She can feel his arms wrapped around her. From his hands limply hanging in
front of her, she can tell he's still asleep. That hasn't kept him from
moving his dick against her.
Cassandra smiles. She carefully brings one of Bart Allen's hands to her lips.
She licks where he has the most nerves, right under his fingernail on his
finger tip.
Slowly Bart wakes up. She can feel that he wants to move against her.
She can feel he's thankful she's there. She can feel he's uncertain what to
do. She can feel he doesn't want her to be upset by him.
"Ssshhh...", she starts. "Is okay." She closes her hands over his and presses
her ass back on him. "You can move."
"Oh wow.", is his first reaction. He presses against her and it is just the
best thing that ever happened. Not grabbing the possessed Martian Manhunter
by the cape, not even getting his hyper growth speed corrected...Just that
strong muscle that she is giving him. He thrusts just a little. He can feel
her through his pants and hers.
She can feel him exactly. She brings his hands back to her breasts, slowly
crossing his arms around her. Her left arm holds them there. Her right arm
finds his belt loop again to bring his thrusts closer to her. He clumsily
kisses her ear, his lips landing perpendicular to it. Cassandra makes a small
twist of her head and he's resting in her hair, her ear offered to slide
easily between his lips. Her right leg wraps around his, bringing him somehow
miraculously closer to her. Her butt seems to part for his manhood, massaging
him in impossible ways.
"Want you to.", she tells him. He needs no further urging. Holding onto her
by her breasts he thrusts. Bart can barely believe this is happening to him.
He can barely believe her. Her feels her stiff nipples pressing into his
palms. He can feel her holding him to her. Her work to bring him off. He can
feel that she only wants one thing-to please him. Somehow he contains his
speed.
He can not contain his moans. "Uh. Oh, Cassandra. You're beautiful. You're so
hot. uh. you're so good. you're...you..." and he falls beyond words. She
smiles as he tenses around her. His throbbing sings music to her. Then it is
if a high tension cable has been cut, he relaxes around her.