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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"Bartholemew Allen, what's going on up there?", Max Mercury calls out from
the den. Cassandra doesn't need to look at him to know his eyes grew as big
as they ever did. The footsteps coming to the room doesn't help his blood
pressure either.
She swings her right leg from him to the floor. A piroeutte and a back slide
later she's standing next to the head of his bed, between it and the dresser.
*****
Oh no, no, no! Why does everything have to go wrong? Max Mercury opened up
the door to Bart's room and looked directly at Cassandra Cain. Then his head
swivled to view the rest of the room.
"Is everything alright?", he asked. Max is truly puzzled. He's not called
the Zen Master of Speed for nothing, and his carefully honed senses told him
something was wrong. Okay, something that wasn't typically wrong with Bart's
choice of stuffing every bit of merchandising he could into the room. What
can you say? The boy had the attention span of CPU regulator.
Bart's jaw was dropped. He looked at Cassandra to his left, who was for the
first time standing in an akward position. Then he stared at his guardian who
was truly puzzled. "I think I used the Speed Force when I was asleep?", Bart
asked.
That would explain the extra chi in the room, Max thought. "Okay. We'll talk
about it when you're up to it. Sleep speeding takes some meditation to/"
"Ah, man!", Bart spat. "Bart, I can't have you sleep walking all over the
world. I'm supposed to teach you and that's what I'll do." Then Max left.
"How did he not see you?", Bart asked. "You try.", she replied. Bart appeared
at the door and instant later with a confused look on his face. He was sure
she hadn't had the time to move but she was gone.
Then Cassandra moved. Her arm came down from the window frame it blended in
with. Her hips shifted and the khaki line no longer matched the bed's head
board. The poster of some band's fan's faces returned to normal when she took
hers out of it.
"Wow. That's some nifty kung fu.", Bart applauded. "No.", she stated. "Was
ninjitsu. This is kung fu." And with that, she seemed to twirl and melt at
the same time up to the cieling. A toe caught the window frame. The opposite
hand grabbed the support of the cieling fan. The other hand snaked out and
looked like it just pulled strength from the cieling as if stuck to it by a
magnet. If you didn't look at the cieling, you would have never seen her.
"You ninja mind tricked Max Mercury? The Zen Master of Speed?", Bart was in
complete awe. He barely felt the state of his pants after she worked her
magic on him. Oh!
"Can I go to the bathroom?", he asked her.
She looked at him carefully. "You seem to be unhurt. Yes, you can." Then he
realized how stupid he sounded and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thank
you. For asking.", she assuaged him.
He and another pair of pants disappeared from his room. He saw himself in the
mirror before he saw the reflection of the door openning to let him in. This
gave him a couple septoseconds to think.
He had unbelieavable luck. Not only did Cassandra Cain, THE Batgirl, like him
but CAME HOME with him. Max Mercury nearly caught him but she took care of
that. She took care of him. She even appreciated him-like when he was helping
her to learn how to read. And she let him do that thing to her. She/
"Helping"? "Do to"?
Superheroes, heck, regular heroes helped people. That's what made them
heroes. The bad guys, they're the ones that did things to people. Is that
what he became. Someone who got caught up and did something to other people?
Bart - 'I'm under the influence of my own brain so what I do to you is okay
despite your being victimized by me' - Allen? A picture of him only with a
black uniform and the evil grin he always saw on supervillains popped into
his head. Aw man!
"Aw man!", he exclaimed. "I always mess things up." She had made sure that he
...you know. He didn't do anything for her. Just to her. She probably hates
him! He was such a jerk.
A nearly imperceptible time later he had washed, brushed his teeth, changed
and reappeared before Cassandra Cain. She stood with her arms crossed and a
dead stare out the window.
*****
It is nearly night. Or as the family would call it, Knightfall. A city needs
protection. And she is in Manchester, Alabama. She was straying from the
mission.
A small breeze comes in just ahead of Bart. "Look. Cassandra, I/"
"Need to be in Gotham.", she cuts him off. She is thankful that he can do
what he can. She won't stray. She will be redeemed for another night.
He looks down at his shoes. "Okay."
A rainbow, a fleeting touch, and 23% of a millisecond later she is standing
atop the Western Gotham Tower alone.
*****
She still beats Spoiler to the Oracle. The Oracle feels helping 'Steph' will
help 'Cassandra' if not the Batgirl. How anyone who has yet to earned "the"
in the Batman's eyes could help, she did not know.
Spoiler trapes in, seconds late as usual. "Right on time", the Oracle
encourages her. "I've come up with a few new moves.", Spoiler jokes. The
Batgirl merely gestures to the other room with her hand.
Spoiler immediately composes herself into the apitome of serious. The two
girls enter the bland if highly monitored room silently. The hum of various
wave-length cameras and other sensors can be heard between Spoiler's breaths.
Without warning or cue, Spoiler flies into a flurry of punches and kicks that
drop grown thugs. The Batgirl steps between, jumps over and weaves her way
through all of them until she is nose to nose with her inferior and can sneer
in contempt at her.
Spoiler snorts in frustration and grabs at her opponent. She might as well
be grappling shadows. She curses as the Batgirl dances like a snake through
any attempt.
Then she starts fighting dirty. Sand to the eyes gets blocked. Stun gun is
dodged as easily as punches. Spoiler throws a tri-bolo at the Batgirl and
the Batgirl seems to explodes.
"I didn't have any explosives in those.", Spoiler wonders aloud before
realizing. The Batgirl's cape, boots and gloves are infront of her and the
Batgirl isn't. That means that she's either above or behind her.
Spoiler punches straight up. She is wrong. Now the pain begins. Bamn! Pow!
Crunch!
Crunch? "Not the ribs.", Spoiler attempts. The girl gets it in the face then.
The Batgirl knows Spoiler is becoming family. She will never hurt family. But
that doesn't mean she gets to slide. She won't let her love of Bart let the
Batgirl slip.
Her thoughts turn to Bart. Hoping she didn't get him into trouble with the...
the whatever Max calls his mission form. Mercury? She remembers him acting
disturbed with himself when he (quite literally) dropped her off. As if all
her attempts to assure him he was not failing had themselves failed. And it
isn't like she doesn't have a perfect example of someone failing.
She turns her attention back to Spoiler. Spoiler has been working up a sweat
trying to punch a seemingly apathetic Batgirl and having all her attacks
deflected with only one lazy loping hand. The poor girl deserves some help.
"Your clavicles flex up when you punch high. They flex down when you punch
far. This should help." The Batgirl punches Spoiler just below the neck, hard
enough to numb her shoulder bones. "That takes away one of the many ways you
telegraph your attacks."
Spoiler clutches at the spot above her chest. The Oracle's voice came from
hidden speakers. "That's enough." Spoiler tries to catch her breath and gives
an "okay" sign with her hand to one of the cameras.
"*cough* I can go on patrol." Spoiler dragged herself out of the room. "I
just need to rest a moment."
*****
"I'm gonna do right by her.", Bart spoke his thought as soon as it came to
him. A blur from his room out the front door came into being. "I'm going
out.", he called out to Max.
Max grabbed him by the back of his shirt before he left the county. He walked
the boy over to the side of the highway they were on. "Where is 'out'?", he
asked.
"Where ever I can find a good present for the girl you can't see. I was gonna
try China.", Bart answered.
"Girl I can't see? She's not just imaginary or a side effect of VR?", Max
questioned.
"No. She's just better than you.", Bart stated. Max slapped his forehead.
"Can I go now?"
"Be back by 10.", Max said while he shook his head. The blur didn't even form
as Bart ran down the highway due west.
*****
Two caped and cowled girls sit on the ledge of yet another tall building in
Gotham.
"Help you.", the Batgirl tells Spoiler. "Now you help."
Spoiler takes down the binoculars she's using. "Okay. Uhm...What's up?"
"Went out today.", the Batgirl tells her.
"Wow. That's really good. You want to know how to make a friend?", Spoiler
asks.
"Got friend. Went with him.", the Batgirl informs her.
Him? "Him?", Spoiler says, trying to grasp it for herself. Since when did
spooky spook with an extra side of kung fu get a boy friend?
"Can read that.", the Batgirl tells her.
Spoiler remembers that the Batgirl can read body language like you told her
your thoughts. "Oh, sorry. It just seems you don't need my help if you're up
to dating. But I want details!"
"Details?", the Batgirl asks.
"Yeah. What's his name? What's he look like? How far are you going?"
"Not tell his name. Security."
"He just as tall as me. Big hair. Real skinny. Big shoes."
"Not tell how far going. Couple states."
Spoiler cocks her head. "What do you mean, you don't know how far you're
going? You're there when you...you know...touch." Spoiler sort of looks at
her feet.
"oh. That what wanted to ask about. We in his bed. Keep clothes on but
'touch' until he feel very good. He happy when walk out room, but unhappy
when come back in.", the Batgirl explained.
"Bed. Whoa. Let me be the first to warn you about that.", the Spoiler told
her. "You really, really want to be careful about this stuff. Anyway, how did
you feel about it? How...er, 'happy' were you?"
"Happy that he happy. Happy make him happy.", the Batgirl replies. Then her
own words struck her. "He know he not make happy like he made happy?"
"Well, yeah. If he didn't do anything for you he deserves to be upset. The
big jerk.", Spoiler tells her.
"Him not jerk.", the Batgirl tells her pointedly. "Not know that girl be made
happy like boy."
"Didn't know?!", Spoiler exclaims.
"Watch HBO in early morning. Woman perform for man. Help him. Like we help
Gotham.", she explains.
Then it clicks for Spoiler. What exposure does the Batgirl, let alone Ms.
Cain, have to relationships. Plus, with her ability to read body language,
the Batgirl can tell the actresses are just doing a job and the men are
actually enjoying it. Even if it is a job they in turn enjoy by doing good.
Just like being Spoiler and making up for the crime her dad caused.
"Look.", Spoiler starts out. "Sex isn't just 'help him'. It's supposed to
make you both feel good. If you have him do what's good for you, he'll snap
out of it. Does that help?"
The Batgirl thinks about it. "Yes. No longer have use for you tonight." She
then jumps off the roof. Beating the tar off of four muggers, one attempted
stranger rape, two attempted date rapes, an arms sale, a recruiter for
juvenile drug dealers, his body guards and Zsasz got the night done.
The day belongs to her. Cassandra Cain. Secret identity.
*****
He got everything. All of it to make sure her next time was truly special. If
there is a next time. Bart Allen couldn't believe he just didn't...man! If
she ever calls him again, he'd make up for it. Honest.
*****
She stands nude in front of a full length mirror. She knows exactly what she
looks like. She still hones every nerve to report back every possible piece
of information and to communicate any possible order. She knows how her own
personal chi flows through her.
She performs the Two Dragons Fighting kata, a few arial manuvers in a single
leap. There were three people she knows of that can do it without a power of
flight-the Batman, the Lady Shiva and herself. Even her feet landed in the
same spot.
Cassandra Cain is looking at herself in a new way though. She flexes in
western competitive weightlifting poses. She flows through a tai-chi kata.
She even repeats a search position pattern she went through when she was
five.
Her form is perfect. Her ability is perfect. Every fighting muscle is exactly
as it should be. Her hips swivel in fluid motions, showing her astounding
flexibility. Even her breasts perfectly balance her butt. She puffs her
chest out and looks at herself in profile. She knows her body can please
Bart. That was not the questions.
There are two questions. The first is will Bart forgive her once he sees her.
She has the scars of too many bullets, too many slashes and too many burns.
It is not that they somehow disrupt her appearance-she is too feminine, to
perfectly healthy, even too cute for that. It is that they represent failure:
the failure to dodge, the failure to resist a weapon...and especially to wait
so long to escape Marko Cain and seek redemption for the lives she has taken.
That leads to the second question. She uses her body to communicate. She
uses her body to fight, to kill, to defend, to protect and even to teach.
But experience pleasure? Leave alone her trained mentality that all non-
informative stimulus should be ignored (the concept that a broken bone should
be known of, not concentrated on). Does she deserve to?
She remembers a talk show she managed to find on satellite TV. The doctors
who were the guests describe sex as an unimaginable and uncontrollable
pleasure. She did not seek pleasure or fun, ever. The only...satisfaction she
got from her day is knowing that even the Batman would agree that the world
was a little bit better today than it was yesterday due to her efforts. Her
cave was uncomfortable but well equipped. Her suit was uncomfortable because
it was protective. She had marvelled at Bart's bed because she had none.
But to make Bart happy she had to experience pleasure with him. She could not
settle for giving him pleasure. She had to allow him make her happy. She felt
that was done by having such a brightness in her life for once, but it looks
like he may always believe otherwise.
It isn't like her nipples were hard because she was stimulated. Cassandra
looks in the mirror and MAKES her nipples become hard, concentrating her
blood flow to her breasts. She still thinks Bart would like her more like
this, a flush chest and stiff brown nipples contrasting against her full, tan
chest. With a thought, her body rights itself. But it seems as if she is
suppose to like this too.
Cassandra Cain promises Bart Allen that she will feel good with him. He will
make her happy. She will try to...how did the doctors say it? Orgasm for him.
The scar of the magnum round she took escaping from a drug lord's house after
she assassinated him rears itself to focus. Like the absolute antithesis of
a smiley face. She just hopes Bart will accept her flaws. She really does
want to keep him.
*****
As soon as the ring was pressed, Bart Allen was there. I mean, there.
Cassandra Cain had walked to one of the less crowded streets of Gotham and
pressed the ring Bart gave her. Instantly she was in his speed force field,
in his arms, travelling faster than she ever had without him.
Then she noticed him. A blazer? She pulled the lapel of the suit he wore.
"What is this?", Cassandra asked him.
"You deserve a guy with class. A guy who gives you everything he can.", Bart
replied under slicked back hair. "I'm gonna do my best to make this right."
"No big hair?", she asks, pointing to the gel on his head. "Made you look
more vivid."
"Oh, you like the big hair!", Bart exclaimed. Instantly he stopped-on the
center line of a 8 lane highway. Cassandra didn't seem to be affected by the
speeding cars around her. Bart whipped a couple of towels out seemingly thin
air (he ran and got them imperceptibly).
"Get off the road you crazy teens!", some angry motorist yelled at them.
Cassandra ignored him as Bart rubbed the gel out of his hair at superspeed.
Not only did he manage to get every drop out but built up enough static
charge to make his hair seem bigger than ever.
"Like.", Cassandra told him about his old hair style. She continued with a
peck on the cheek. Then she was in his arms again.
The next time they stopped was in Bart's bathroom. It was rather large and
rather well made. Whatever Max Mercury did for a living must be pretty good.
Or he was corrupt, Cassandra Cain reasoned. But there was a jacuzzi filled
with warm water and a large foam of bubbles.
Bart drew in a breath. "I thought you might be sore, considering how you Bats
do things. A hot bubble bath should feel good, right?" Bart changed his
expression as if imitating a sly person. Wait a minute-he was not imitating,
he really is that cheezy. "I want to make you feel good."
Cassandra took in a breath. She looked at the tub and then him. So he wants
to see me now, she thought. "I forgot the food.", Bart stated as if he didn't
really forget, he just planned it that way. "It'll be a few minutes to get."
A few minutes? At his speed?
"Okay.", she told him. Bart actually walked out the door to the room. Once
the door was closed though, a quick pitter patter of foot steps faded away.
But Bart's metabolism had to be super high. It's only right that he should
get food and leave her alone. Plus, he did Cassandra a small favor-allowing
her to hide her scars another time.
She quickly threw off the black sleeveless shirt and khakis and the rest of
clothes, sliding into the tub naked. She knew how much stress she put on each
muscle and that hot water would lessen any potential cramp. Plus the bubbles
were useful for hiding her scars. But did it feel good? She shifted under the
water trying to figure that out.
"Can I come in?", Bart asked from the hall.
Cassandra nearly sprouted a question mark over her head in confusion. "Of
course." Magically a feast popped into existance around the jacuzzi's lip. A
plate of fetuccini here, a deluxe burger there, fresh fruit over here...and
Bart in a suit kneeling beside it.
"What do you want first?", he asked her.
She looked around at this spectacle. She had a very careful diet that not
abiding by could mean death. Who knew when one thug weighed that extra ounce
to throw, or rope would give way if she weighed another gram? "I can eat the
steamed rice and vegetables.", she told him.
Before she could even raise a hand a fork hovered in front of her with food
on it. Bart was doing his absolute best to make sure she didn't have to do
anything. He was helping her. He wanted to be her hero.
Cassandra stared at the fork. Was this, this lazy reliance on him, supposed
to feel good? Well for him-"Thank you." She allowed him to feed her.
Bart made sure not to spill anything. He made sure not to go to fast. Or try
to stuff her. She got through about half of the plate he made before stopping
full. "Do you want a shoulder rub?", he asked.
Again she was confused. The Batman had the Butler massage him sometimes but
that was to increase performance. It was for the mission. She did want to be
the best at the mission though. So maybe it would feel good? "Thank you.",
she repeated.
The dishes with most of the food still on them dissappeared just as
wonderously as it had arrived. A moment later, Bart was hesitatinly touching
her shoulders. A moment after that he had found a pattern that felt like it
was loosening some of the tight muscle her body had.
There was long silence.
Cassandra leaned her head back. The top of her body pushed the bubbles in
the jacuzzi up noticably. "Bart."
"Yes."
"Want you in tub with me.", she stated plainly. How did Bart think she was
going to be pleased sexually by him if he didn't do anything with her anyway?
"duuuuuhhhh...Okay!", Bart replied. He seemed pretty pleased, even if just
a tiny bit was to be out of the suit. In a flurry his clothes plastered the
walls. Soon he slipped in the jaccuzzi at a near normal speed.
His body was beautiful. Pristine. He never had a wound, or at least one that
healing in superspeed couldn't heal without scarring. From being in super
hero lycra a lot of the time, he didn't even tan. Pure white...innocent.
Not like her. But still, Bart wanted to please her. She knew that. And she
wanted him to be happy. She hoped her past fighting its way to the present on
her skin didn't upset him.
Bart slid in beside her and sat down like they were on grass and leaning
against a wall. He even did the bad fake yawn to get his arm around her. The
picture in his head made him look a lot smoother than his manner was in real
life.
She turned to face him, nearly laying on her side. "Touch me. Want you to
touch me.", she told him. Bart pulled his hands to her. His right carressed
her stomach. His left held the back of her neck as he kissed her.
She didn't make any of her previous noises. Her mind raced, trying to find
what was supposed to be good about being touched. Whenever a mercenary got to
touch her Marko Cain punished her and still made her kill him while injured.
The one week the Batman managed to touch her, she was nearly demoted-no
fired. She trained her entire life to read people, to be able to play their
bodies to her tune, not be affected by them.
What if she couldn't percieve feeling good by touch? Bart had reached her
nipples and was running his thumbs over each. They didn't automatically
become erect. She wasn't breathless like he was. She didn't sweat like he
did. What did her 'father' do to her?
This was the first time she couldn't control her reactions to her emotions.
She pressed against him, making sure he couldn't see her face. If he felt
bad about not making her feel like he did, what would he feel like if he
never could? And being the cause of his pain nearly made her depressed.
Bart's hands didn't have any other place to go. He touched Cassandra where
she had never been touched before. Fingers ran over softness. She made a
small gasp in his ear.
Gasp? "Do that again.", Cassandra pleaded with him. Bart looked into her
eyes. "Please?", she said. That was followed by a moan.
No one else had ever touched her there. For a man that had no trouble at
breaking the ribs of an infant, Marko Cain was no pedophile. She was too good
for anyone she didn't allow to get to her spot. Even when she took on the
Lady Shiva to prove to the Batman that she deserved to be allowed to continue
her redemption she wasn't touched.
And it felt oh so good. Bart's expression was a genuine smile for once this
night. As he explored her, Cassandra wrapped around him. Her arms encircled
his neck. Her legs parted for his hands. Her tongue begged his face for his
touch.
Until her moans got to be too much to continue licking him. She jerked
uncontrolably for the first time in longer than she conciously remembered.
"You...huh...so good. You beau-ti-ful.", she told him. Her back arched and
soon her nipples were on him along with the rest of her. She struggled for
the concentration to make them hard. And that was the last of her
concentration.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh...", she panted. He continued the motions of his fingers.
Bart loved the way he could see down her throat with her mouth gaping open.
How her lips trembled. The need for him in her eyes. She wanted him. She
needed him. Her hero. "Make...me...feel..."
And then her cry. She jerked, hard. Her hands clenched into his shoulders.
Then tears fell from her eyes. She felt exhausted yet energized. She felt hot
but the water was cooling off. Her splashing had destroyed most the of the
bubbles, but the soap itself made the water kind of murky enough to hide her
sca/ oh the hell with that-it just didn't seem important right then.
Bart lifted one of her tears in suprised sadness. Cassandra Cain smiled...not
just to make him happy, but from the inside. "Happy now. More happy than you
know."
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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"Bartholemew Allen, what's going on up there?", Max Mercury calls out from
the den. Cassandra doesn't need to look at him to know his eyes grew as big
as they ever did. The footsteps coming to the room doesn't help his blood
pressure either.
She swings her right leg from him to the floor. A piroeutte and a back slide
later she's standing next to the head of his bed, between it and the dresser.
*****
Oh no, no, no! Why does everything have to go wrong? Max Mercury opened up
the door to Bart's room and looked directly at Cassandra Cain. Then his head
swivled to view the rest of the room.
"Is everything alright?", he asked. Max is truly puzzled. He's not called
the Zen Master of Speed for nothing, and his carefully honed senses told him
something was wrong. Okay, something that wasn't typically wrong with Bart's
choice of stuffing every bit of merchandising he could into the room. What
can you say? The boy had the attention span of CPU regulator.
Bart's jaw was dropped. He looked at Cassandra to his left, who was for the
first time standing in an akward position. Then he stared at his guardian who
was truly puzzled. "I think I used the Speed Force when I was asleep?", Bart
asked.
That would explain the extra chi in the room, Max thought. "Okay. We'll talk
about it when you're up to it. Sleep speeding takes some meditation to/"
"Ah, man!", Bart spat. "Bart, I can't have you sleep walking all over the
world. I'm supposed to teach you and that's what I'll do." Then Max left.
"How did he not see you?", Bart asked. "You try.", she replied. Bart appeared
at the door and instant later with a confused look on his face. He was sure
she hadn't had the time to move but she was gone.
Then Cassandra moved. Her arm came down from the window frame it blended in
with. Her hips shifted and the khaki line no longer matched the bed's head
board. The poster of some band's fan's faces returned to normal when she took
hers out of it.
"Wow. That's some nifty kung fu.", Bart applauded. "No.", she stated. "Was
ninjitsu. This is kung fu." And with that, she seemed to twirl and melt at
the same time up to the cieling. A toe caught the window frame. The opposite
hand grabbed the support of the cieling fan. The other hand snaked out and
looked like it just pulled strength from the cieling as if stuck to it by a
magnet. If you didn't look at the cieling, you would have never seen her.
"You ninja mind tricked Max Mercury? The Zen Master of Speed?", Bart was in
complete awe. He barely felt the state of his pants after she worked her
magic on him. Oh!
"Can I go to the bathroom?", he asked her.
She looked at him carefully. "You seem to be unhurt. Yes, you can." Then he
realized how stupid he sounded and ran his fingers through his hair. "Thank
you. For asking.", she assuaged him.
He and another pair of pants disappeared from his room. He saw himself in the
mirror before he saw the reflection of the door openning to let him in. This
gave him a couple septoseconds to think.
He had unbelieavable luck. Not only did Cassandra Cain, THE Batgirl, like him
but CAME HOME with him. Max Mercury nearly caught him but she took care of
that. She took care of him. She even appreciated him-like when he was helping
her to learn how to read. And she let him do that thing to her. She/
"Helping"? "Do to"?
Superheroes, heck, regular heroes helped people. That's what made them
heroes. The bad guys, they're the ones that did things to people. Is that
what he became. Someone who got caught up and did something to other people?
Bart - 'I'm under the influence of my own brain so what I do to you is okay
despite your being victimized by me' - Allen? A picture of him only with a
black uniform and the evil grin he always saw on supervillains popped into
his head. Aw man!
"Aw man!", he exclaimed. "I always mess things up." She had made sure that he
...you know. He didn't do anything for her. Just to her. She probably hates
him! He was such a jerk.
A nearly imperceptible time later he had washed, brushed his teeth, changed
and reappeared before Cassandra Cain. She stood with her arms crossed and a
dead stare out the window.
*****
It is nearly night. Or as the family would call it, Knightfall. A city needs
protection. And she is in Manchester, Alabama. She was straying from the
mission.
A small breeze comes in just ahead of Bart. "Look. Cassandra, I/"
"Need to be in Gotham.", she cuts him off. She is thankful that he can do
what he can. She won't stray. She will be redeemed for another night.
He looks down at his shoes. "Okay."
A rainbow, a fleeting touch, and 23% of a millisecond later she is standing
atop the Western Gotham Tower alone.
*****
She still beats Spoiler to the Oracle. The Oracle feels helping 'Steph' will
help 'Cassandra' if not the Batgirl. How anyone who has yet to earned "the"
in the Batman's eyes could help, she did not know.
Spoiler trapes in, seconds late as usual. "Right on time", the Oracle
encourages her. "I've come up with a few new moves.", Spoiler jokes. The
Batgirl merely gestures to the other room with her hand.
Spoiler immediately composes herself into the apitome of serious. The two
girls enter the bland if highly monitored room silently. The hum of various
wave-length cameras and other sensors can be heard between Spoiler's breaths.
Without warning or cue, Spoiler flies into a flurry of punches and kicks that
drop grown thugs. The Batgirl steps between, jumps over and weaves her way
through all of them until she is nose to nose with her inferior and can sneer
in contempt at her.
Spoiler snorts in frustration and grabs at her opponent. She might as well
be grappling shadows. She curses as the Batgirl dances like a snake through
any attempt.
Then she starts fighting dirty. Sand to the eyes gets blocked. Stun gun is
dodged as easily as punches. Spoiler throws a tri-bolo at the Batgirl and
the Batgirl seems to explodes.
"I didn't have any explosives in those.", Spoiler wonders aloud before
realizing. The Batgirl's cape, boots and gloves are infront of her and the
Batgirl isn't. That means that she's either above or behind her.
Spoiler punches straight up. She is wrong. Now the pain begins. Bamn! Pow!
Crunch!
Crunch? "Not the ribs.", Spoiler attempts. The girl gets it in the face then.
The Batgirl knows Spoiler is becoming family. She will never hurt family. But
that doesn't mean she gets to slide. She won't let her love of Bart let the
Batgirl slip.
Her thoughts turn to Bart. Hoping she didn't get him into trouble with the...
the whatever Max calls his mission form. Mercury? She remembers him acting
disturbed with himself when he (quite literally) dropped her off. As if all
her attempts to assure him he was not failing had themselves failed. And it
isn't like she doesn't have a perfect example of someone failing.
She turns her attention back to Spoiler. Spoiler has been working up a sweat
trying to punch a seemingly apathetic Batgirl and having all her attacks
deflected with only one lazy loping hand. The poor girl deserves some help.
"Your clavicles flex up when you punch high. They flex down when you punch
far. This should help." The Batgirl punches Spoiler just below the neck, hard
enough to numb her shoulder bones. "That takes away one of the many ways you
telegraph your attacks."
Spoiler clutches at the spot above her chest. The Oracle's voice came from
hidden speakers. "That's enough." Spoiler tries to catch her breath and gives
an "okay" sign with her hand to one of the cameras.
"*cough* I can go on patrol." Spoiler dragged herself out of the room. "I
just need to rest a moment."
*****
"I'm gonna do right by her.", Bart spoke his thought as soon as it came to
him. A blur from his room out the front door came into being. "I'm going
out.", he called out to Max.
Max grabbed him by the back of his shirt before he left the county. He walked
the boy over to the side of the highway they were on. "Where is 'out'?", he
asked.
"Where ever I can find a good present for the girl you can't see. I was gonna
try China.", Bart answered.
"Girl I can't see? She's not just imaginary or a side effect of VR?", Max
questioned.
"No. She's just better than you.", Bart stated. Max slapped his forehead.
"Can I go now?"
"Be back by 10.", Max said while he shook his head. The blur didn't even form
as Bart ran down the highway due west.
*****
Two caped and cowled girls sit on the ledge of yet another tall building in
Gotham.
"Help you.", the Batgirl tells Spoiler. "Now you help."
Spoiler takes down the binoculars she's using. "Okay. Uhm...What's up?"
"Went out today.", the Batgirl tells her.
"Wow. That's really good. You want to know how to make a friend?", Spoiler
asks.
"Got friend. Went with him.", the Batgirl informs her.
Him? "Him?", Spoiler says, trying to grasp it for herself. Since when did
spooky spook with an extra side of kung fu get a boy friend?
"Can read that.", the Batgirl tells her.
Spoiler remembers that the Batgirl can read body language like you told her
your thoughts. "Oh, sorry. It just seems you don't need my help if you're up
to dating. But I want details!"
"Details?", the Batgirl asks.
"Yeah. What's his name? What's he look like? How far are you going?"
"Not tell his name. Security."
"He just as tall as me. Big hair. Real skinny. Big shoes."
"Not tell how far going. Couple states."
Spoiler cocks her head. "What do you mean, you don't know how far you're
going? You're there when you...you know...touch." Spoiler sort of looks at
her feet.
"oh. That what wanted to ask about. We in his bed. Keep clothes on but
'touch' until he feel very good. He happy when walk out room, but unhappy
when come back in.", the Batgirl explained.
"Bed. Whoa. Let me be the first to warn you about that.", the Spoiler told
her. "You really, really want to be careful about this stuff. Anyway, how did
you feel about it? How...er, 'happy' were you?"
"Happy that he happy. Happy make him happy.", the Batgirl replies. Then her
own words struck her. "He know he not make happy like he made happy?"
"Well, yeah. If he didn't do anything for you he deserves to be upset. The
big jerk.", Spoiler tells her.
"Him not jerk.", the Batgirl tells her pointedly. "Not know that girl be made
happy like boy."
"Didn't know?!", Spoiler exclaims.
"Watch HBO in early morning. Woman perform for man. Help him. Like we help
Gotham.", she explains.
Then it clicks for Spoiler. What exposure does the Batgirl, let alone Ms.
Cain, have to relationships. Plus, with her ability to read body language,
the Batgirl can tell the actresses are just doing a job and the men are
actually enjoying it. Even if it is a job they in turn enjoy by doing good.
Just like being Spoiler and making up for the crime her dad caused.
"Look.", Spoiler starts out. "Sex isn't just 'help him'. It's supposed to
make you both feel good. If you have him do what's good for you, he'll snap
out of it. Does that help?"
The Batgirl thinks about it. "Yes. No longer have use for you tonight." She
then jumps off the roof. Beating the tar off of four muggers, one attempted
stranger rape, two attempted date rapes, an arms sale, a recruiter for
juvenile drug dealers, his body guards and Zsasz got the night done.
The day belongs to her. Cassandra Cain. Secret identity.
*****
He got everything. All of it to make sure her next time was truly special. If
there is a next time. Bart Allen couldn't believe he just didn't...man! If
she ever calls him again, he'd make up for it. Honest.
*****
She stands nude in front of a full length mirror. She knows exactly what she
looks like. She still hones every nerve to report back every possible piece
of information and to communicate any possible order. She knows how her own
personal chi flows through her.
She performs the Two Dragons Fighting kata, a few arial manuvers in a single
leap. There were three people she knows of that can do it without a power of
flight-the Batman, the Lady Shiva and herself. Even her feet landed in the
same spot.
Cassandra Cain is looking at herself in a new way though. She flexes in
western competitive weightlifting poses. She flows through a tai-chi kata.
She even repeats a search position pattern she went through when she was
five.
Her form is perfect. Her ability is perfect. Every fighting muscle is exactly
as it should be. Her hips swivel in fluid motions, showing her astounding
flexibility. Even her breasts perfectly balance her butt. She puffs her
chest out and looks at herself in profile. She knows her body can please
Bart. That was not the questions.
There are two questions. The first is will Bart forgive her once he sees her.
She has the scars of too many bullets, too many slashes and too many burns.
It is not that they somehow disrupt her appearance-she is too feminine, to
perfectly healthy, even too cute for that. It is that they represent failure:
the failure to dodge, the failure to resist a weapon...and especially to wait
so long to escape Marko Cain and seek redemption for the lives she has taken.
That leads to the second question. She uses her body to communicate. She
uses her body to fight, to kill, to defend, to protect and even to teach.
But experience pleasure? Leave alone her trained mentality that all non-
informative stimulus should be ignored (the concept that a broken bone should
be known of, not concentrated on). Does she deserve to?
She remembers a talk show she managed to find on satellite TV. The doctors
who were the guests describe sex as an unimaginable and uncontrollable
pleasure. She did not seek pleasure or fun, ever. The only...satisfaction she
got from her day is knowing that even the Batman would agree that the world
was a little bit better today than it was yesterday due to her efforts. Her
cave was uncomfortable but well equipped. Her suit was uncomfortable because
it was protective. She had marvelled at Bart's bed because she had none.
But to make Bart happy she had to experience pleasure with him. She could not
settle for giving him pleasure. She had to allow him make her happy. She felt
that was done by having such a brightness in her life for once, but it looks
like he may always believe otherwise.
It isn't like her nipples were hard because she was stimulated. Cassandra
looks in the mirror and MAKES her nipples become hard, concentrating her
blood flow to her breasts. She still thinks Bart would like her more like
this, a flush chest and stiff brown nipples contrasting against her full, tan
chest. With a thought, her body rights itself. But it seems as if she is
suppose to like this too.
Cassandra Cain promises Bart Allen that she will feel good with him. He will
make her happy. She will try to...how did the doctors say it? Orgasm for him.
The scar of the magnum round she took escaping from a drug lord's house after
she assassinated him rears itself to focus. Like the absolute antithesis of
a smiley face. She just hopes Bart will accept her flaws. She really does
want to keep him.
*****
As soon as the ring was pressed, Bart Allen was there. I mean, there.
Cassandra Cain had walked to one of the less crowded streets of Gotham and
pressed the ring Bart gave her. Instantly she was in his speed force field,
in his arms, travelling faster than she ever had without him.
Then she noticed him. A blazer? She pulled the lapel of the suit he wore.
"What is this?", Cassandra asked him.
"You deserve a guy with class. A guy who gives you everything he can.", Bart
replied under slicked back hair. "I'm gonna do my best to make this right."
"No big hair?", she asks, pointing to the gel on his head. "Made you look
more vivid."
"Oh, you like the big hair!", Bart exclaimed. Instantly he stopped-on the
center line of a 8 lane highway. Cassandra didn't seem to be affected by the
speeding cars around her. Bart whipped a couple of towels out seemingly thin
air (he ran and got them imperceptibly).
"Get off the road you crazy teens!", some angry motorist yelled at them.
Cassandra ignored him as Bart rubbed the gel out of his hair at superspeed.
Not only did he manage to get every drop out but built up enough static
charge to make his hair seem bigger than ever.
"Like.", Cassandra told him about his old hair style. She continued with a
peck on the cheek. Then she was in his arms again.
The next time they stopped was in Bart's bathroom. It was rather large and
rather well made. Whatever Max Mercury did for a living must be pretty good.
Or he was corrupt, Cassandra Cain reasoned. But there was a jacuzzi filled
with warm water and a large foam of bubbles.
Bart drew in a breath. "I thought you might be sore, considering how you Bats
do things. A hot bubble bath should feel good, right?" Bart changed his
expression as if imitating a sly person. Wait a minute-he was not imitating,
he really is that cheezy. "I want to make you feel good."
Cassandra took in a breath. She looked at the tub and then him. So he wants
to see me now, she thought. "I forgot the food.", Bart stated as if he didn't
really forget, he just planned it that way. "It'll be a few minutes to get."
A few minutes? At his speed?
"Okay.", she told him. Bart actually walked out the door to the room. Once
the door was closed though, a quick pitter patter of foot steps faded away.
But Bart's metabolism had to be super high. It's only right that he should
get food and leave her alone. Plus, he did Cassandra a small favor-allowing
her to hide her scars another time.
She quickly threw off the black sleeveless shirt and khakis and the rest of
clothes, sliding into the tub naked. She knew how much stress she put on each
muscle and that hot water would lessen any potential cramp. Plus the bubbles
were useful for hiding her scars. But did it feel good? She shifted under the
water trying to figure that out.
"Can I come in?", Bart asked from the hall.
Cassandra nearly sprouted a question mark over her head in confusion. "Of
course." Magically a feast popped into existance around the jacuzzi's lip. A
plate of fetuccini here, a deluxe burger there, fresh fruit over here...and
Bart in a suit kneeling beside it.
"What do you want first?", he asked her.
She looked around at this spectacle. She had a very careful diet that not
abiding by could mean death. Who knew when one thug weighed that extra ounce
to throw, or rope would give way if she weighed another gram? "I can eat the
steamed rice and vegetables.", she told him.
Before she could even raise a hand a fork hovered in front of her with food
on it. Bart was doing his absolute best to make sure she didn't have to do
anything. He was helping her. He wanted to be her hero.
Cassandra stared at the fork. Was this, this lazy reliance on him, supposed
to feel good? Well for him-"Thank you." She allowed him to feed her.
Bart made sure not to spill anything. He made sure not to go to fast. Or try
to stuff her. She got through about half of the plate he made before stopping
full. "Do you want a shoulder rub?", he asked.
Again she was confused. The Batman had the Butler massage him sometimes but
that was to increase performance. It was for the mission. She did want to be
the best at the mission though. So maybe it would feel good? "Thank you.",
she repeated.
The dishes with most of the food still on them dissappeared just as
wonderously as it had arrived. A moment later, Bart was hesitatinly touching
her shoulders. A moment after that he had found a pattern that felt like it
was loosening some of the tight muscle her body had.
There was long silence.
Cassandra leaned her head back. The top of her body pushed the bubbles in
the jacuzzi up noticably. "Bart."
"Yes."
"Want you in tub with me.", she stated plainly. How did Bart think she was
going to be pleased sexually by him if he didn't do anything with her anyway?
"duuuuuhhhh...Okay!", Bart replied. He seemed pretty pleased, even if just
a tiny bit was to be out of the suit. In a flurry his clothes plastered the
walls. Soon he slipped in the jaccuzzi at a near normal speed.
His body was beautiful. Pristine. He never had a wound, or at least one that
healing in superspeed couldn't heal without scarring. From being in super
hero lycra a lot of the time, he didn't even tan. Pure white...innocent.
Not like her. But still, Bart wanted to please her. She knew that. And she
wanted him to be happy. She hoped her past fighting its way to the present on
her skin didn't upset him.
Bart slid in beside her and sat down like they were on grass and leaning
against a wall. He even did the bad fake yawn to get his arm around her. The
picture in his head made him look a lot smoother than his manner was in real
life.
She turned to face him, nearly laying on her side. "Touch me. Want you to
touch me.", she told him. Bart pulled his hands to her. His right carressed
her stomach. His left held the back of her neck as he kissed her.
She didn't make any of her previous noises. Her mind raced, trying to find
what was supposed to be good about being touched. Whenever a mercenary got to
touch her Marko Cain punished her and still made her kill him while injured.
The one week the Batman managed to touch her, she was nearly demoted-no
fired. She trained her entire life to read people, to be able to play their
bodies to her tune, not be affected by them.
What if she couldn't percieve feeling good by touch? Bart had reached her
nipples and was running his thumbs over each. They didn't automatically
become erect. She wasn't breathless like he was. She didn't sweat like he
did. What did her 'father' do to her?
This was the first time she couldn't control her reactions to her emotions.
She pressed against him, making sure he couldn't see her face. If he felt
bad about not making her feel like he did, what would he feel like if he
never could? And being the cause of his pain nearly made her depressed.
Bart's hands didn't have any other place to go. He touched Cassandra where
she had never been touched before. Fingers ran over softness. She made a
small gasp in his ear.
Gasp? "Do that again.", Cassandra pleaded with him. Bart looked into her
eyes. "Please?", she said. That was followed by a moan.
No one else had ever touched her there. For a man that had no trouble at
breaking the ribs of an infant, Marko Cain was no pedophile. She was too good
for anyone she didn't allow to get to her spot. Even when she took on the
Lady Shiva to prove to the Batman that she deserved to be allowed to continue
her redemption she wasn't touched.
And it felt oh so good. Bart's expression was a genuine smile for once this
night. As he explored her, Cassandra wrapped around him. Her arms encircled
his neck. Her legs parted for his hands. Her tongue begged his face for his
touch.
Until her moans got to be too much to continue licking him. She jerked
uncontrolably for the first time in longer than she conciously remembered.
"You...huh...so good. You beau-ti-ful.", she told him. Her back arched and
soon her nipples were on him along with the rest of her. She struggled for
the concentration to make them hard. And that was the last of her
concentration.
"Uh, uh, uh, uh...", she panted. He continued the motions of his fingers.
Bart loved the way he could see down her throat with her mouth gaping open.
How her lips trembled. The need for him in her eyes. She wanted him. She
needed him. Her hero. "Make...me...feel..."
And then her cry. She jerked, hard. Her hands clenched into his shoulders.
Then tears fell from her eyes. She felt exhausted yet energized. She felt hot
but the water was cooling off. Her splashing had destroyed most the of the
bubbles, but the soap itself made the water kind of murky enough to hide her
sca/ oh the hell with that-it just didn't seem important right then.
Bart lifted one of her tears in suprised sadness. Cassandra Cain smiled...not
just to make him happy, but from the inside. "Happy now. More happy than you
know."