A/N: Okay, it's chapter 2!! I've only had one review *sniffle* but I
decided to write some more anyways. Um, ok, I hope people start reading my
story and what not. Ok, I'm staring now, really.
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So there I was, on a rooftop in Gotham, at 2 a.m., in the arms of a dark and excessively disturbing (though undeniably sexy - just don't tell anyone I said so.) man in a bat-suit. I was at a loss for words - so I did the only thing I could think of. I hugged him back. I was nervous as hell, and there was so much strangeness going on that morning, I was sure I was dreaming. As I began, I was slow and cautious with my movements, just in case he changed his mind. And, I didn't want to scare him. Finally, my arms were around him, rumpling the heavy black cape over his broad back. Despite the thick armor he had on, I could feel his warmth and the slow rise and fall of his muscular chest with each carefully controlled breath. On the other hand, I was actually fidgeting and just waiting for someone like Bullock to walk up and see us. What if he told the other officers? What if it hit the news? Ah, but in all of my selfish worrying over being caught, I had actually forgotten what was going on, and I raised my eyes up to see one of the strongest men I've ever known trembling and looking lost - almost childlike - even if he was a good inch or two taller than me.
"I'm sorry, Jim.. I shouldn't have come," he murmured into my hair in his deep baritone.
"Don't be sorry. I just want to know what the hell is going on!" I said in a muffled cry into the bat symbol on his chest.
"I..I'm not..good with words. You know that..but. But tonight..tonight, about 25 years ago, something..happened. Something terrible that changed my life. The event that made me what I am, and inspired me to become Batman. I..had wanted to talk, but..I didn't..I'm sorry I put this weight on your chest as well, I hadn't meant to," he said in a hoarse whisper.
Once I got over the shock of him revealing something so personal ( and saying almost a complete paragraph ), I decided it was time to make my friend feel better. It's a difficult thing to do, seeing how depressed the man always is, but I figured I would give it my best shot. I took in a deep, what was supposed to be calming breath. It just made me more nervous. At this point he had moved away from me and looked as if he were once again trying to exit. The sun was beginning to rise - how long had we been up there? But that's not important right now.
I walked up to him again, feeling a bit like a pestering child. But instead of stopping him, I just looked up at his face. He looked a bit perplexed, and I was actually wondering what I was doing at the time as well. Impulsively, my hands took on a will of their own as they went around the back of his neck and, God forgive me, I kissed him. Batman. On the lips. I must have had a death wish - but I couldn't take it back. And Jesus he tasted good. My eyes slid shut as I felt his grip around my back tighten and one gloved hand went up into my hair. Oh. God. I felt his solid body pressing against me, my fingers ran across his strong jaw line, and I was savoring the hard thrust of his tongue - but his lips were soft, giving easily under my assault on his hot mouth. I didn't know how much longer I could stand and I had stopped breathing. Just as I thought I would pass out or start coming, he stopped. When I pulled away to face him, I found myself turning back towards the signal a few feet behind us, too embarrassed to look him in the eye (even though I couldn't actually see his eyes, it was still unnerving.) When I turned back, naturally, he was gone, and I was alone again, with a raging hard-on and still lacking in the knowledge of what the hell just went through his head this morning. Damn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Okay, was this better formatted? And what about the actual story?? I know it's not that great, but any suggestions people have would be really appreciated. Thanks!
So there I was, on a rooftop in Gotham, at 2 a.m., in the arms of a dark and excessively disturbing (though undeniably sexy - just don't tell anyone I said so.) man in a bat-suit. I was at a loss for words - so I did the only thing I could think of. I hugged him back. I was nervous as hell, and there was so much strangeness going on that morning, I was sure I was dreaming. As I began, I was slow and cautious with my movements, just in case he changed his mind. And, I didn't want to scare him. Finally, my arms were around him, rumpling the heavy black cape over his broad back. Despite the thick armor he had on, I could feel his warmth and the slow rise and fall of his muscular chest with each carefully controlled breath. On the other hand, I was actually fidgeting and just waiting for someone like Bullock to walk up and see us. What if he told the other officers? What if it hit the news? Ah, but in all of my selfish worrying over being caught, I had actually forgotten what was going on, and I raised my eyes up to see one of the strongest men I've ever known trembling and looking lost - almost childlike - even if he was a good inch or two taller than me.
"I'm sorry, Jim.. I shouldn't have come," he murmured into my hair in his deep baritone.
"Don't be sorry. I just want to know what the hell is going on!" I said in a muffled cry into the bat symbol on his chest.
"I..I'm not..good with words. You know that..but. But tonight..tonight, about 25 years ago, something..happened. Something terrible that changed my life. The event that made me what I am, and inspired me to become Batman. I..had wanted to talk, but..I didn't..I'm sorry I put this weight on your chest as well, I hadn't meant to," he said in a hoarse whisper.
Once I got over the shock of him revealing something so personal ( and saying almost a complete paragraph ), I decided it was time to make my friend feel better. It's a difficult thing to do, seeing how depressed the man always is, but I figured I would give it my best shot. I took in a deep, what was supposed to be calming breath. It just made me more nervous. At this point he had moved away from me and looked as if he were once again trying to exit. The sun was beginning to rise - how long had we been up there? But that's not important right now.
I walked up to him again, feeling a bit like a pestering child. But instead of stopping him, I just looked up at his face. He looked a bit perplexed, and I was actually wondering what I was doing at the time as well. Impulsively, my hands took on a will of their own as they went around the back of his neck and, God forgive me, I kissed him. Batman. On the lips. I must have had a death wish - but I couldn't take it back. And Jesus he tasted good. My eyes slid shut as I felt his grip around my back tighten and one gloved hand went up into my hair. Oh. God. I felt his solid body pressing against me, my fingers ran across his strong jaw line, and I was savoring the hard thrust of his tongue - but his lips were soft, giving easily under my assault on his hot mouth. I didn't know how much longer I could stand and I had stopped breathing. Just as I thought I would pass out or start coming, he stopped. When I pulled away to face him, I found myself turning back towards the signal a few feet behind us, too embarrassed to look him in the eye (even though I couldn't actually see his eyes, it was still unnerving.) When I turned back, naturally, he was gone, and I was alone again, with a raging hard-on and still lacking in the knowledge of what the hell just went through his head this morning. Damn.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N: Okay, was this better formatted? And what about the actual story?? I know it's not that great, but any suggestions people have would be really appreciated. Thanks!