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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10:03 a.m. Wenesday. She still smiles. This is the day time. Time for
smiling.
She wears the mantle of the Bat at night. She does it proud. People live,
people grow...people even feel that much safer. She will make up for her
past. At night.
Now she waits for Bart. Her Bart. She is finally living. With him, it is as
if she is living all of Life all at once. Their time talking...okay, 99%
Bart Allen rattling on about anything from why it's really cool to say school
lunch sucks to why Shigeru Kojima's Mario Gear is "the bomb" whatever that
means and 1% Cassandra Cain asking a question or acknolwedging enlightenment
with very stunted words. Anyway, their time talking is like she is living the
whole world because of him.
Any witnesses would have seen a bright breeze and a small Asian girl
disappear. Cassandra felt Bart pick her up and wisk her away.
Bart's hands held her steady despite her wet suit. They were going on a beach
picnic today. Bart says that it is a secluded spot and that usually means far
enough away that only he and his relatives can go there and back in a day.
Her feet, her hands and her head were uncovered with the suit matching the
dangerous black of her eyes and hair. In what became her lap with the way
Bart carried her was a large picnic basket that she hoped would feed Bart's
metabolism.
You know she had to learn how to make a sandwich yesterday?
Bart on the other hand, was not dressed as if the only things he had to wear
were covert ops gear altered to look even more menacing. A bright orange vest
and huge orange swimming trunks trail off as if the boy was on fire. His flip
flops smack against the ocean's surface, making microsecond foot prints in
the water.
A moment later it is sunrise. Out in the Pacific, the island they arrive
at is just waking up. A sky as orange as Bart's clothes greets Cassandra
Cain. When she looks at him, she can see how he's so affected by everything.
His white skin turning the color of sunrise, the breeze ruffling his clothes
which never touched him when he ran, his nodding his head as if recognizing
he got everything right, his continuing trouble at keeping his jaw off the
ground when in her presence.
Bart took the picnic basket from her and walks very slowly (50 mph) over to
a tall palm tree. The sand is not yet hot as the sun hasn't gotten to it yet.
He pokes his head in the basket and then turns to her. "There's no blanket in
here. I'll go get one.", and evaporates.
Cassandra marvels at her surroundings. A beach that is for relaxing on not
infiltrating. A dense jungle that serves to provide a back drop, not that's
hiding a drug lord or other target. Bart appears at her side again with a...
Well, isn't that cute-a black and orange blanket. It is hastily spread out.
"The water's great!", he starts out. "It's not cold, 'cause, you know tropics
and it's not hot 'cause, you know, early and do you know howtoswimdidMr.Cain
teachyouhowtoswimandthat'sabadsubjectsoI'mgonnastoptalkingaboutit/"
He does just before his imagination cooks up a white haired Clint Eastwood
type with a Vulcan Cannon on the side of a plastic kiddie-pool yelling like a
drill sargeant at the cutest infant in the world. She turns the memory of a
white haired Clint Eastwood type away before it can bring her mood down.
"Race you to the water.", Bart says energetically. Cassandra kisses him then
licks his tongue with her own...then isn't there. By the time Bart looks up,
she's already in the water laughing. She looks even better laughing than she
does in the shadows, Bart thinks to himself.
He races to where she's at and when he stops runnning, instantly sinks. The
boy dips for a second before coming up for air. His big hair clings to the
side of his head much like Cousin It from the Adam's family. Cassandra points
and laughs. 150 splashes and second later, her hair is just as flattened.
They splash back and forth, touching at each other, rolling around in the
water for the next few hours.
*****
Bart was amazed at how not only his first real girl friend was not only
beautiful and understood the super hero thing but managed to seem as tireless
as he was. She was happy around him, because of him, for him. She saw some
thing she called "the light" or "the brightness" about him, but he didn't
think his speed force aura was that visible. And the craziest thing was that
he never got bored.
Cassandra had the same smile she always had, but he could look at it for a
long time. A long time. She seemed to actually make him want to stop for a
moment. Without Max's scolding.
"You want to play that you're a princess and I'm your knight in shining
armor?", he asked her. Cassandra smiled. She wasn't a rug rat good for only
killing what you pointed her at-she deserved to be honored. The girl nodded.
"Okay, tell me to do something."
Cassandra skipped right over the thing she heard the most of-slay a dragon.
There was enough violence and scaly, slimy reptiles at night in her world.
"Build me a castle!", she commanded, one well muscled arm pointing at the
beach. She could make out Bart when he stood long enough in one spot, but not
his limbs as they were a blur of activity.
In a few minutes, she was clapping in delight. What she had anticipated was a
few tree limbs leaning against each other to further the game. What she got
was...a castle. A sand castle to be sure, but it was over three stories tall.
One large entry way, railed walls, several windows. "Come see, come see,
cumcumcumcumcumcum/", Bart cried out.
Cassandra swam back to the shore. The castle was wondrous. And it was all for
her. Even in the walls were engravings of her and Bart holding hands in the
mall, reading the road sign, asleep in his bed, him feeding her rice, him
massaging her shoulders in the jacuzzi...Each of the rooms were a dedication
to the time they spent together.
"Deserve reward.", she stated. She drew him to her and started kissing him.
His arms wrapped around her and held her to him. She took her own hands and
slowly pulled him to the blanket. When they laid side by side, her right hand
started to pull on the top of his swim trunks.
*****
Even when he is still he is in motion. Being this close to him lets her feel
his heart beating away, sounding like a torrential rain storm. Her hair
dances a bit at the sides of her face as his fast breathing pushes it about.
Her lips leave his face, tracing out the jugular arterie. Following the chi
cavity she stimulates his nerves...
No, not sexy, Cassandra thinks to herself. Keep simple, like his way. Like
his way. The girl parts his vest to reveal his chest. Chest.
She lays her head on his chest and listens to his want of her. He has a
runner's body, but his chest is still strong. She works his trunks off him
while taking one of his nipples between her lips. She licks him.
"You like.", Cassandra tells him more than asks. His only reply is a gasp as
presses her tongue against him. Her face continues downward as she kisses his
stomach and belly button and/
"Are you sure you want to?", Bart asks her. He's leaning up on his elbows
looking at her questioningly. She pulls on his hands, forcing his arms flat
and him to lay down. "You like.", she tells him.
He's hard and standing in the air. He can feel the heat of the sun that has
risen nearly as high into the sky as he has. Then he can feel a new heat. He
anticipates it. "Do please you?", she asks him.
He breathes out, "Yeees." as she touches her tongue to him. He tastes ever so
slightly different here. A touch of the sea salt tinges him here as well.
Something else too. She licks the entire length again. Her breath heats him
more.
Then she wraps her mouth around him. He can feel just a hint of her teeth and
a lot of her tongue. She strokes her tongue against his underside. He presses
up and she takes most of him in.
Bart climbs back up to his elbows and looks. He sees Cassandra looking at him
while he's inside her mouth. She winks at him playfully and sucks hard,
harder than he could have expected. It's the last sight he can understand
fully for a while.
She's sucking at him continually now, rationing and channelling her breath to
not break her spell. Her right arm lays...no holds his stomach down and her
left hand seeks out a spot just behind his-there it is.
Cassandra tries to work more spit in her mouth now. Even leaning some of her
weight on him, he's bucking at her at close to super human speed. She knows
if he dries out her mouth it won't be what she wants him to feel. Her tongue
is writhing against him. Her wet lips keep him between them.
Rain falls pretty fast. A single drop of water falls from a couple miles high
and it's gonna fall pretty fast. That's a single drop. A single drop doesn't
hurt from a few miles up. Multiply that speed by about a hundred and make it
a thousand times bigger.
That's what's going to be in her mouth in a moment. She thinks. Now!
She blows as hard as she can without hurting him. Bart can only cry out as
she jerks her head off him and his seed flies through the air. Through barely
open eyes he sees it fly...and Cassandra's face moving..and her tongue
catching it sparkling on the tip.
In nearly his speed, she's on him again. He's not moving nearly as fast and
her mouth fills. She waits until he stops.
Then she moves up so they're nearly face to face but he still has to bend his
neck down to look into her eyes. Her hand cleans him and she brings that hand
up to her lips. Those same lips have a single if large drop hanging, then
falling from them. The same hand catches that drop.
Cassandra swallows in front of him. She shows him her throat working. She
licks her lips. She licks her hand. She drags her fingers across her face and
licks them again. She speaks. "Want every part of you. Like all of you. You
give. I...am...yours."
During the time she gave her performance his body has cleared away his
fatigue poisons. He leans up then over her. His hands travel softly over her
and she smiles at him. He wishes he knew what look he could show to make her
feel like he did when she smiled.
"Like your face now. Show wonder.", Cassandra tells him. He pulls at the
zipper on her wet suit.
The scars! she thinks. Cassandra Cain presses lightly on the inside of his
elbow, moving him to cover her from that side. She wraps her arms around his
shoulders and whispers in his ear as Bart continues to pull her zipper all
the way down. "Want you to listen.", she tells him.
Bart slips his left hand inside her suit and his right under her back. His
fingers trape across her breast. She hardens her nipples and flushes her face
in response. She gasps in his ear. She pulls at his ear lobe with her teeth.
He can hear the breath in her nose.
She knows what to encourage him with. Not only does he like encouragement,
but it will help him. It will help him when he touches her. His hand travels
lower. Touches her in the only place she can still feel. "Ah."
There.
He can feel her wetness. He kisses her temple...her forehead...any place his
lips can get to with her holding on so tightly to him and shaking her head
back and forth. He can trace the shape of her. He reaches her nub and hears
her.
"Oohhhhh. Please...please..." A small smacking as she presses her lips
together to the side of his head. "Do it. Dooooooo...uh, uh, more, more, uh"
She calls to him. She clenches at him from the inside while his fingers play
on her surface. Her hips buck at his hand.
"Please...more, mo, muh,muh,muh,m,m,m,m...Owhn-nnnn!", Cassandra nearly cries
out in pain at the pleasure. It is the most intense physical feeling she's
ever known and he's made her feel it.
She can feel wetness trail across her stomach muscles as he pulls his hand
from her. He waits for her to open her exotic eyes before speaking. Even in
her relaxed state she can see the earnestness about him. "I...I want to
belong to you too.", he tells her.
She smiles and they kiss with his fingers between their lips.
"I told you they weren't shipwrecked!", Superboy exclaims from a few feet
away. "You owe me two bucks, WonderBabe."
*****
I know superheroes aren't supposed to swear. I know superheroes are supposed
to be the best, set examples, be role models. But still...
Damn.
With a sonic boom, Impulse turned his head up. When his eyes catch enough
photons to make an image, he sees what is effectively Young Justice on its
day off. Superboy with shades, leather jacket and swimming trunks. Cissie
with blonde hair and trunks over a one piece suit. Secret. "Al Draper" with
the most shocked look Impulse has ever seen on Robin.
He ducks back into a world of a low hum, deep blues and ultraviolets-all from
the Doppler Effect of how fast he's moving. Everything seems to be standing
still except for the parts of reality he changes. Cassandra becomes standing,
her wetsuit zipped up, the blanket draped around her. His trunks are back on,
up, and string tightened. His vest is back, zipped.
Okay...good.
Normal speed.
"Al" coughs and while covering his mouth extended one finger to his left. All
six turn to stare at the huge sand castle depicting Bart and Cassandra's
entire relationship for all the world to see.
Fuck.
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.
_____________________________________________________________________________
10:03 a.m. Wenesday. She still smiles. This is the day time. Time for
smiling.
She wears the mantle of the Bat at night. She does it proud. People live,
people grow...people even feel that much safer. She will make up for her
past. At night.
Now she waits for Bart. Her Bart. She is finally living. With him, it is as
if she is living all of Life all at once. Their time talking...okay, 99%
Bart Allen rattling on about anything from why it's really cool to say school
lunch sucks to why Shigeru Kojima's Mario Gear is "the bomb" whatever that
means and 1% Cassandra Cain asking a question or acknolwedging enlightenment
with very stunted words. Anyway, their time talking is like she is living the
whole world because of him.
Any witnesses would have seen a bright breeze and a small Asian girl
disappear. Cassandra felt Bart pick her up and wisk her away.
Bart's hands held her steady despite her wet suit. They were going on a beach
picnic today. Bart says that it is a secluded spot and that usually means far
enough away that only he and his relatives can go there and back in a day.
Her feet, her hands and her head were uncovered with the suit matching the
dangerous black of her eyes and hair. In what became her lap with the way
Bart carried her was a large picnic basket that she hoped would feed Bart's
metabolism.
You know she had to learn how to make a sandwich yesterday?
Bart on the other hand, was not dressed as if the only things he had to wear
were covert ops gear altered to look even more menacing. A bright orange vest
and huge orange swimming trunks trail off as if the boy was on fire. His flip
flops smack against the ocean's surface, making microsecond foot prints in
the water.
A moment later it is sunrise. Out in the Pacific, the island they arrive
at is just waking up. A sky as orange as Bart's clothes greets Cassandra
Cain. When she looks at him, she can see how he's so affected by everything.
His white skin turning the color of sunrise, the breeze ruffling his clothes
which never touched him when he ran, his nodding his head as if recognizing
he got everything right, his continuing trouble at keeping his jaw off the
ground when in her presence.
Bart took the picnic basket from her and walks very slowly (50 mph) over to
a tall palm tree. The sand is not yet hot as the sun hasn't gotten to it yet.
He pokes his head in the basket and then turns to her. "There's no blanket in
here. I'll go get one.", and evaporates.
Cassandra marvels at her surroundings. A beach that is for relaxing on not
infiltrating. A dense jungle that serves to provide a back drop, not that's
hiding a drug lord or other target. Bart appears at her side again with a...
Well, isn't that cute-a black and orange blanket. It is hastily spread out.
"The water's great!", he starts out. "It's not cold, 'cause, you know tropics
and it's not hot 'cause, you know, early and do you know howtoswimdidMr.Cain
teachyouhowtoswimandthat'sabadsubjectsoI'mgonnastoptalkingaboutit/"
He does just before his imagination cooks up a white haired Clint Eastwood
type with a Vulcan Cannon on the side of a plastic kiddie-pool yelling like a
drill sargeant at the cutest infant in the world. She turns the memory of a
white haired Clint Eastwood type away before it can bring her mood down.
"Race you to the water.", Bart says energetically. Cassandra kisses him then
licks his tongue with her own...then isn't there. By the time Bart looks up,
she's already in the water laughing. She looks even better laughing than she
does in the shadows, Bart thinks to himself.
He races to where she's at and when he stops runnning, instantly sinks. The
boy dips for a second before coming up for air. His big hair clings to the
side of his head much like Cousin It from the Adam's family. Cassandra points
and laughs. 150 splashes and second later, her hair is just as flattened.
They splash back and forth, touching at each other, rolling around in the
water for the next few hours.
*****
Bart was amazed at how not only his first real girl friend was not only
beautiful and understood the super hero thing but managed to seem as tireless
as he was. She was happy around him, because of him, for him. She saw some
thing she called "the light" or "the brightness" about him, but he didn't
think his speed force aura was that visible. And the craziest thing was that
he never got bored.
Cassandra had the same smile she always had, but he could look at it for a
long time. A long time. She seemed to actually make him want to stop for a
moment. Without Max's scolding.
"You want to play that you're a princess and I'm your knight in shining
armor?", he asked her. Cassandra smiled. She wasn't a rug rat good for only
killing what you pointed her at-she deserved to be honored. The girl nodded.
"Okay, tell me to do something."
Cassandra skipped right over the thing she heard the most of-slay a dragon.
There was enough violence and scaly, slimy reptiles at night in her world.
"Build me a castle!", she commanded, one well muscled arm pointing at the
beach. She could make out Bart when he stood long enough in one spot, but not
his limbs as they were a blur of activity.
In a few minutes, she was clapping in delight. What she had anticipated was a
few tree limbs leaning against each other to further the game. What she got
was...a castle. A sand castle to be sure, but it was over three stories tall.
One large entry way, railed walls, several windows. "Come see, come see,
cumcumcumcumcumcum/", Bart cried out.
Cassandra swam back to the shore. The castle was wondrous. And it was all for
her. Even in the walls were engravings of her and Bart holding hands in the
mall, reading the road sign, asleep in his bed, him feeding her rice, him
massaging her shoulders in the jacuzzi...Each of the rooms were a dedication
to the time they spent together.
"Deserve reward.", she stated. She drew him to her and started kissing him.
His arms wrapped around her and held her to him. She took her own hands and
slowly pulled him to the blanket. When they laid side by side, her right hand
started to pull on the top of his swim trunks.
*****
Even when he is still he is in motion. Being this close to him lets her feel
his heart beating away, sounding like a torrential rain storm. Her hair
dances a bit at the sides of her face as his fast breathing pushes it about.
Her lips leave his face, tracing out the jugular arterie. Following the chi
cavity she stimulates his nerves...
No, not sexy, Cassandra thinks to herself. Keep simple, like his way. Like
his way. The girl parts his vest to reveal his chest. Chest.
She lays her head on his chest and listens to his want of her. He has a
runner's body, but his chest is still strong. She works his trunks off him
while taking one of his nipples between her lips. She licks him.
"You like.", Cassandra tells him more than asks. His only reply is a gasp as
presses her tongue against him. Her face continues downward as she kisses his
stomach and belly button and/
"Are you sure you want to?", Bart asks her. He's leaning up on his elbows
looking at her questioningly. She pulls on his hands, forcing his arms flat
and him to lay down. "You like.", she tells him.
He's hard and standing in the air. He can feel the heat of the sun that has
risen nearly as high into the sky as he has. Then he can feel a new heat. He
anticipates it. "Do please you?", she asks him.
He breathes out, "Yeees." as she touches her tongue to him. He tastes ever so
slightly different here. A touch of the sea salt tinges him here as well.
Something else too. She licks the entire length again. Her breath heats him
more.
Then she wraps her mouth around him. He can feel just a hint of her teeth and
a lot of her tongue. She strokes her tongue against his underside. He presses
up and she takes most of him in.
Bart climbs back up to his elbows and looks. He sees Cassandra looking at him
while he's inside her mouth. She winks at him playfully and sucks hard,
harder than he could have expected. It's the last sight he can understand
fully for a while.
She's sucking at him continually now, rationing and channelling her breath to
not break her spell. Her right arm lays...no holds his stomach down and her
left hand seeks out a spot just behind his-there it is.
Cassandra tries to work more spit in her mouth now. Even leaning some of her
weight on him, he's bucking at her at close to super human speed. She knows
if he dries out her mouth it won't be what she wants him to feel. Her tongue
is writhing against him. Her wet lips keep him between them.
Rain falls pretty fast. A single drop of water falls from a couple miles high
and it's gonna fall pretty fast. That's a single drop. A single drop doesn't
hurt from a few miles up. Multiply that speed by about a hundred and make it
a thousand times bigger.
That's what's going to be in her mouth in a moment. She thinks. Now!
She blows as hard as she can without hurting him. Bart can only cry out as
she jerks her head off him and his seed flies through the air. Through barely
open eyes he sees it fly...and Cassandra's face moving..and her tongue
catching it sparkling on the tip.
In nearly his speed, she's on him again. He's not moving nearly as fast and
her mouth fills. She waits until he stops.
Then she moves up so they're nearly face to face but he still has to bend his
neck down to look into her eyes. Her hand cleans him and she brings that hand
up to her lips. Those same lips have a single if large drop hanging, then
falling from them. The same hand catches that drop.
Cassandra swallows in front of him. She shows him her throat working. She
licks her lips. She licks her hand. She drags her fingers across her face and
licks them again. She speaks. "Want every part of you. Like all of you. You
give. I...am...yours."
During the time she gave her performance his body has cleared away his
fatigue poisons. He leans up then over her. His hands travel softly over her
and she smiles at him. He wishes he knew what look he could show to make her
feel like he did when she smiled.
"Like your face now. Show wonder.", Cassandra tells him. He pulls at the
zipper on her wet suit.
The scars! she thinks. Cassandra Cain presses lightly on the inside of his
elbow, moving him to cover her from that side. She wraps her arms around his
shoulders and whispers in his ear as Bart continues to pull her zipper all
the way down. "Want you to listen.", she tells him.
Bart slips his left hand inside her suit and his right under her back. His
fingers trape across her breast. She hardens her nipples and flushes her face
in response. She gasps in his ear. She pulls at his ear lobe with her teeth.
He can hear the breath in her nose.
She knows what to encourage him with. Not only does he like encouragement,
but it will help him. It will help him when he touches her. His hand travels
lower. Touches her in the only place she can still feel. "Ah."
There.
He can feel her wetness. He kisses her temple...her forehead...any place his
lips can get to with her holding on so tightly to him and shaking her head
back and forth. He can trace the shape of her. He reaches her nub and hears
her.
"Oohhhhh. Please...please..." A small smacking as she presses her lips
together to the side of his head. "Do it. Dooooooo...uh, uh, more, more, uh"
She calls to him. She clenches at him from the inside while his fingers play
on her surface. Her hips buck at his hand.
"Please...more, mo, muh,muh,muh,m,m,m,m...Owhn-nnnn!", Cassandra nearly cries
out in pain at the pleasure. It is the most intense physical feeling she's
ever known and he's made her feel it.
She can feel wetness trail across her stomach muscles as he pulls his hand
from her. He waits for her to open her exotic eyes before speaking. Even in
her relaxed state she can see the earnestness about him. "I...I want to
belong to you too.", he tells her.
She smiles and they kiss with his fingers between their lips.
"I told you they weren't shipwrecked!", Superboy exclaims from a few feet
away. "You owe me two bucks, WonderBabe."
*****
I know superheroes aren't supposed to swear. I know superheroes are supposed
to be the best, set examples, be role models. But still...
Damn.
With a sonic boom, Impulse turned his head up. When his eyes catch enough
photons to make an image, he sees what is effectively Young Justice on its
day off. Superboy with shades, leather jacket and swimming trunks. Cissie
with blonde hair and trunks over a one piece suit. Secret. "Al Draper" with
the most shocked look Impulse has ever seen on Robin.
He ducks back into a world of a low hum, deep blues and ultraviolets-all from
the Doppler Effect of how fast he's moving. Everything seems to be standing
still except for the parts of reality he changes. Cassandra becomes standing,
her wetsuit zipped up, the blanket draped around her. His trunks are back on,
up, and string tightened. His vest is back, zipped.
Okay...good.
Normal speed.
"Al" coughs and while covering his mouth extended one finger to his left. All
six turn to stare at the huge sand castle depicting Bart and Cassandra's
entire relationship for all the world to see.
Fuck.