Bruce
Harrah's
Penthouse

"FUCK!" He threw his jacket across the room as soon as the door closed behind them.

"I have to magic that suit back to a warehouse in London, you know. Try not to ruin it." Zatanna didn't seem thrown by his uncharacteristic outburst.

"Sorry," he really didn't care much. "What the hell just happened?" He muttered to himself as he pulled his phone out and made the connection to Kate.

"Did you get him?" Her voice chimed.

"No. I need you to get access to the records for the Las Vegas Police Department from this evening. Maroni was arrested."

"For what?"

"That's what I need to know, Kate. Just do it. Call me when you find something." He knew it wasn't Kate's fault, but he was too pissed to be polite. He hung up the phone before she could respond and tossed it onto the couch. Sitting down next to it, he rubbed his eyes...a headache starting to form. Everything had been going perfectly. Zatanna had tracked Maroni down and he was right there. Right across the goddamn table. All he needed to do was follow him to his hotel room and they could have extracted him back to the Watchtower with no one the wiser. Instead, Maroni was sitting in Vegas lockup for some unknown crime.

"Here." Zatanna held out a glass of water and placed a plate of fruit and cheese in front of him. He took it and nodded at her, wondering if she had ordered it or conjured it. His stomach didn't care, so he grabbed a handful of grapes. She was still in her dress, but had ditched the shoes and had what looked like a glass of champagne. Walking to the other end of the couch, she sat down and looked at him.

"What now, Batman?"

"Good question. That was a disaster." He grabbed more of the fruit; they hadn't eaten all evening.

"I wouldn't say it was a disaster. No bullets, no blood, no catastrophic building collapses. No one left in a body bag. Hardly a disaster." She was trying to make him feel better when he didn't want to. Reaching to the plate, she grabbed a handful and watched him closely while she ate.

"I should have come in the other way. Tried to hack the security or something."

"Then you wouldn't have won all that money." She was smiling at him. If he wasn't careful, her cheerful nature was going to start rubbing off on him.

He shook his head at her and grinned back. "Time for plan B."

"Which is…?"

"I'll let you know when I think of it. Not much I can do until Kate calls back. Batman can't be seen breaking into the Vegas prison. Especially with Bruce Wayne in town." He stood and walked to the bar, refilling his drink. Making short work of the water, he set the glass on the marble counter top. He was surprised to turn and see that Zatanna had followed him. She was standing between him and the doorway, her face suddenly serious.

Just as he was about to speak, she closed the distance between them and was in his arms. She put her hand on the back of his neck and pulled his mouth to hers. It took him a moment to process what was happening. Her tongue trailed across his bottom lip, begging for entry. He groaned and let his mouth open enough for her tongue to slide in and stroke against his. She tasted like champagne. He pulled her closer, wanting to feel her body against his. Her hands were making short work of his vest and she tossed it to the floor before moving on to the buttons of his shirt. He tried to think. Pushing her back slightly, he gasped for air.

"We can't." Her hands were still working their way down his shirt.

She shook her head. "We can. I'll show you." Her lips moved against his and her voice was low – barely a whisper. She pulled back up against him, making him moan as his rapidly-growing erection pressed into her stomach. "You want this too, Bruce."

He did. He had wanted it since he sat down next to her at the bar. He had thought about it while he had taken a cold shower in his Hilton hotel room the night before. He had wanted it every moment they were at Caesar's. And now she was soft and warm in his arms – tongue in his mouth, hands running over his chest. He wanted it more than he wanted to breathe.

Her lips went to his neck and he turned to press her against the wall. His hands ran down her sides to her hips, before finding the bare skin of her back again. How is she so soft? She sighed and ran her tongue along his pulse. He garnered enough willpower to pull back once more.

"Please. You don't want this."

"I think I know what I want." There was an impatient edge to her voice.

"Zatanna, I'm not Dick." That stopped her hands and she looked up at him, eyes blazing, making him regret the low blow.

"And I'm not Selina." She snapped back. His teeth clinched as he matched her glare.

Her hands went to his chest and attempted to push him away, but he didn't move - he couldn't. She pushed again, harder this time, and he reached down and grabbed her wrists, pinning them to her side. Her chest was rising and falling quickly and her eyes were dilated. He could feel the heat coming off of her. When she struggled to free her hands, he slammed them back against the wall next to her head, pressing his body fully against hers.

"Bruce..." His mouth cut off her words and he thrust his tongue between her teeth, desperate to taste her - to feel her. He let go of her wrists and she pushed against his chest again; he moved back this time, allowing her enough room to fully remove his shirt. Her hands were everywhere, exploring his muscles...his scars. She loosened his belt, drawing another groan. His hand found the zipper to her dress and lowered it, the fabric parting and allowing him to lower his hands to her ass. When he grasped tightly and pulled her hard against him, she moaned loudly, letting her head fall backward.

"Bed," she murmured in his ear. He grabbed her hips and lifted her. As her legs wrapped around his waist, her tight dress ripped, but she didn't seem to notice. Her mouth was back on his neck, tongue working along his skin. He groaned and stumbled into a table, knocking something off the surface that crashed when it hit the floor. There was no way he would make it up the stairs like this.

"Zee...don't..." She didn't stop, so he tried to move slowly. Who puts a spiral staircase in a hotel room?

About halfway up, she ground her hips down into his and he nearly fell over, groaning loudly at the sensation. He was regretting not choosing the couch. Steadying himself and lifting her higher against his body, he half-ran up the rest of the stairs before she could try to kill them again. Once in the bedroom, he put her down and slammed her against the wall, thrusting his hips into hers and kissing her roughly. He pushed her dress off of her shoulders and it dropped to the floor. She had nothing on underneath except lace panties and the garter she had used for the lighter.

He pulled away from her, keeping his hands on either side of her head. His eyes slowly trailed across her body. The softness of her skin belied the strength underneath...she was strong; muscles tensed with her arousal. She kept her training promise. Her breasts were rising and falling rapidly with her breath. He had never allowed himself to acknowledge her matured body before. She had been a teen when they met. She wasn't a teen anymore.

Shaking fingers reached out and unbuttoned his pants before lowering the zipper, her hand brushing against his erection when she pushed the fabric off of his hips. He drew in a sharp breath as she reached into his boxers and felt his length. Her eyelids fluttered and a wicked grin crept across her face...pleased with what she was feeling. She stroked him slowly, watching his face.

His eyes were still studying her body, moving from her breasts down to her stomach, her hips, her legs - making mental notes of all of the spots he wanted to taste. He must have been doing this longer than he realized because he felt her hand go still on him and leave his boxers. She had an uneasy look on her face and pulled her arms back, crossing them over her stomach self-consciously. Realizing she had mistaken his admiration for hesitation, he gently took her hands to uncross her arms and put them around his waist. He brushed her hair back and lowered his lips to her shoulder.

"Beautiful..." he murmured against her skin. He ran his fingers down her neck and rested his hand over her heart, feeling it pound as if she had just sprinted a mile. She shuddered at his touch and pulled him closer. He kissed her softly this time and walked her to the edge of the bed. "Lie down."

She complied, not taking her eyes off of his...until he reached down and removed his boxers. Her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked her lips. He was going to have a hard time taking things slowly with her, but he wanted to enjoy every moment he could. She was trembling when he climbed on top of her and pressed his body against hers. The feeling of her skin against his made him moan.

"Protection?" He certainly hadn't planned ahead for this.

"Pill." She whispered back, to his relief.

Wanting to explore her body, he shifted his weight to the side. She frowned, making him chuckle softly.

"Patience," he said, brushing his lips against hers before he started working his way downward. He loved discovering a woman's body - finding the most sensitive spots, unique only to her. Thinking back to Caesar's, he remembered how she shuddered when his lips had brushed under her right ear. He moved his mouth to the same spot, curious to see if it would get another reaction. His tongue flicked out and she gasped and shivered. Smiling at his success, he stayed there and enjoyed it for a long moment before trying the same area under the other ear. Another gasp and he filed the spots away in his memory.

He decided he couldn't wait any longer to feel her breasts and moved his hands up to cup them; enjoying the soft weight in his hands. She rolled her head back, eyes closing with a sigh. His fingers made slow circles, running across her sensitive nipples and making her squirm beneath him. Taking each one in his mouth, he used his tongue to stroke and press against her skin. Just under her nipple, he hit a spot that made her hips jerk upward. He repeated the move on her other breast and found the same sensitive symmetry. Her moans were running together as he assaulted the spots again and again. It sounded like she was humming along with the movement of his tongue.

He couldn't take much more, so he decided to move quickly down her stomach, marking spots to revisit so he could give them proper attention later. His tongue trailed over her hip bones and she was squirming again. He moved to taste her thighs. When he removed her panties and the garter, he could feel the heat radiating from her. He watched her face as he stroked her thighs with his fingertips.

"Bruce...please..." Her words trailed off into another moan as he stroked a finger into her and flicked his tongue out to taste her clit. Hips bucking upward, she grabbed his hair and moaned loudly. He ran his tongue around the bundle of nerves, bringing her close to the edge before he pulled his mouth away.

"Ffffffuck." She snarled and dug her nails into his neck. In one motion, he moved between her legs and pulled her hips down so that he was positioned at her entrance. He paused long enough for her to open her eyes and meet his gaze.

"Zee..." he sighed as he pressed himself into her. She was wet...tight. So fucking tight. He felt a point of resistance and paused, letting her adjust to his size. His fingers were moving slowly to trace her pelvic bones and sooth her. Without warning, she grabbed his ass and pulled him down, thrusting her hips upward and taking him in fully. He let out a loud groan at the sudden rush of pleasure, and she cried out and threw her head against the pillow, arching her back.

Grabbing her hips, he pulled back almost to his tip before stroking back into her. It was a slow pace that he knew he couldn't maintain for long, but it felt amazing. She was humming again, hips trying to move against his hands and speed his pace. Another slow stroke. Another. Her eyes opened and met his.

"Please..." she hissed through her clinched teeth. He sped his pace, stroking in and out as he watched her face. Her right hand went to his chest and her nails dug into his skin. With a groan, his thrusts became faster. She was meeting every one, raising her hips in time with his. He let this thumb roam back to her clit, rubbing quick circles. As her muscles clenched around him, her moans became cries and she bucked even harder. He felt his own orgasm building and with two more hard thrusts, released into her. Her body was writhing with pleasure, his thumb still assaulting her nerves. He let himself slowly slide in and out of her, enjoying the warm, wet feeling on his now over-sensitive shaft. When her writhing eased, he lowered his body to hers, capturing her lips with his own and lazily kissing her while they both caught their breath.

Zatanna
Harrah's
Penthouse Bed

Her head was swimming, and every muscle in her body felt weak. She couldn't have stood up if she tried. Bruce's lips were pressed to her forehead and his breathing was returning to normal. After several minutes, he pushed back and pulled out of her before rolling off of the bed and walking to the bathroom.

Is he going to leave?

That would probably make things easier. The coming awkward conversation about the stupidity of what they just did was something she was already dreading. She wasn't blind to the fact that they had created a whole new world of problems for themselves. He walked back to the room with a warm washcloth and cleaned between her legs before kissing her again. Tossing the cloth back to the bathroom floor, he started looking around the room.

"What are you looking for?"

"Boxers," he mumbled.

"Srexob no," and he was covered. He smirked and rolled his eyes before walking downstairs. She waited for a few minutes, expecting to hear the door close as he made his quick exit. Instead, he came back up the stairs holding his phone in one hand and her glass of champagne in the other. He took a sip and handed it to her while he scrolled the screen and sat down on the bed. She quickly finished the glass off.

"Anything from Kate?"

"Nothing yet." He turned the screen off and placed the phone on the nightstand before turning to look at her. She had covered herself with a sheet, and he played with the edge of it, studying her face. "Do you want me to leave?" He asked, voice steady but quiet.

She shook her head and grinned. "I'll get cold."

He smiled. "In the desert?"

"Yep. Haven't you heard? Gets cold here at night." He kept playing with the sheet. "Stay. Please."

With that, he pulled the sheet up and slipped underneath it, stretching out next to her. He pulled her arm over so that she was laying on his chest and could hear his heart beating.

"Sleepy?" He asked. She shook her head again. His hand ran slow trails up and down her back, causing goosebumps to rise when he crossed sensitive spots. She breathed in deeply, enjoying the smell of his skin.

"Zatanna," he paused for a few seconds, "this bed really is absurdly large."

She laughed. "Yep. You could fit the whole Justice League on it."

"Don't give Ollie any ideas," he chuckled.

Her mind searched for something to talk about; she couldn't think of anything they might have in common aside from the League. Shop talk with the boss after they just fucked didn't seem like a great idea, so she decided to stay quiet and enjoy his warmth. Her fingers started to explore his chest, gently stroking to match his movements on her back. She slowed when she came across a particularly interesting scar. It was wide, running from just under his right collarbone to halfway down his pec. She jumped slightly when his voice broke the long silence.

"Deathstroke." It came out as almost a growl.

She looked up at him, confused.

"Eight years ago. First time I fought him. Led me to upgrading the armor on the Batsuit to handle heavy-bladed swords." He paused for a moment. "Also hurt like hell."

"Hm..." she moved to put her lips to the scar, letting her tongue slip out and trace the outline up and down. His pulse picked up a little, so she started to search for another scar. The next target was just below the base of his sternum. It was a long time before he spoke.

"Talon assassin. Stabbed through the gut. One of my closest brushes with death."

Her heart squeezed a bit in her chest, but she pressed on and moved her lips to the scar, again tracing it gently with her tongue. He sighed and moved his hand to tangle in her hair. She was pleased that he seemed to be enjoying the little game and let her hand roam again. This time, she found a scar on his left side that covered a large area and extended to his back.

"Ah, yes. Good old Firefly. I was rescuing a family from a building he set on fire and got trapped under debris. Long recovery. Burns are...rough. Robin saved my ass on that one." She thought it would be best not to ask which Robin. Her lips moved again, tongue lapping at the large surface of this scar. He groaned and twisted her hair tighter in his hand. Now she reached lower, passing smaller scars on his stomach and finding her way to just below his navel. There, she felt a long, thin scar that ran horizontally from nearly one hip to the other. It was clean, looking more like a surgical incision.

"Superman." She whipped her head up to see if he was kidding. "I zigged, his laser vision zagged. He spent the next two months apologizing." Imagining Clark following Bruce around for weeks trying to make things right made her smile. Bruce let out a low laugh at the memory. She moved her mouth to the scar, and his hips jerked as his erection brushed against her neck through his boxers.

"Srexob ffo." Her little game had done the trick. She made sure her neck and hair continued to brush against him as she explored this scar with extra care. Looking up, she could see that his eyes were closed and his muscles were tensed. Her hand moved down to grasp the base of his shaft and squeeze just enough to illicit a deep moan. She shifted herself downward and kissed down the last bit of his abdomen until she reached where her hand was squeezing and releasing the pressure in a motion that seemed to be driving him crazy. Every muscle in his body was straining. She looked up and his eyes met hers, staying locked as she took him in her mouth.

"Mmm..fuck, Zatanna..." He was gently pulling her hair, guiding her head up and down. She let her hand work the bottom part of his shaft that she couldn't fit in her mouth. His body would jerk and he would draw a sharp breath when her tongue danced around his tip. He urged her faster, building close to coming in her mouth.

"Stop..." he growled, pulling her head back. His breathing was loud and ragged. She wanted to return her mouth and give him release, but he held her back. After a long minute, he pulled her face to his and crushed her lips, tongue lashing in and out of her mouth passionately. She pulled her head back to gasp for air and he lifted her like she weighed nothing until she was straddling his head. He positioned her over his mouth and she didn't have time to think before his tongue was slipping into her. She threw her head back and was vaguely aware that she let out a sound that was something between a cry and a howl. The feeling of his rough beard against her thighs was a dizzying contrast to the movements of his tongue. Her mind felt disconnected from her body and she fought not to thrust her hips down into his face.

Maybe don't break his nose again.

His fingers entered her and began a slow stroking movement that made her rock her body back and forth. His tongue was lapping at her clit. Her orgasm was building fast...too fast. She lifted her body away from him slightly, trying to slow him, but he pulled her back own and resumed his rhythm. Getting close to the edge, she pulled away again.

"Zee?" He murmured against her skin, making her shudder violently.

"Hmmh?" That wasn't a word.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmmh?" Still not a word.

"Why are you pulling away?"

Try some words. "I...don't want you to stop."

She could feel him chuckle, but failed to see what was funny.

"We have all night, Zee," he whispered. "Come for me."

That did it. She lowered her hips back down and he sucked on her clit, causing her to scream as the pleasure shot through her. He kept sucking and she trashed on top of him. There were flashing lights behind her eyelids and she felt close to passing out when he finally stopped and shifted her so that she was sitting on his chest. She looked down at him; his jaw was tight, breathing shallow. Her mind lurched back to life and she remembered that he hadn't allowed her to finished earlier. With a deep breath, she lifted her hips, shifted down, and lowered herself onto him...taking him fully in one motion.

His groan was loud and his eyes rolled back. He grabbed her hips and she began a slow rocking motion as she adjusted to having him inside her again. Once she was comfortable, she placed her hands on his stomach and pushed herself upward, coming almost all of the way off of him before slowly lowering herself back down. Another groan...fingers digging into her skin. She lifted again slowly...knowing exactly how much she was torturing him. He tried to urge her to increase her pace, but she grabbed his wrists and moved his hands to his side, shaking her head. Again, she repeated the slow movement up and down. His hands found their way back to her hips.

"Eit sih sdnah." His hands were suddenly over his head, bound to the headboard. He cursed and pulled against the bonds. "Warned you. It's my turn."

He grunted and gave her a sharp look; she responded by lifting her hips again. His eyes slowly closed and he cursed again under his breath. She continued the excruciating grind up and down. It wasn't long before she heard a small sound and looked up to see that he had freed his hands.

Should have known he could do that.

She glared at him and he grinned devilishly before slowly grabbing the headboard, willing to play by her rules...to a point. A smile crept across her face and she resumed; increasing the pace a little to reward him. It wasn't long before she needed a faster pace herself. She was moving up and down steadily, moaning as he started to lift his hips to meet her downward motion. Arching her back, she rode him faster. The bed was creaking under the movement and he was panting with effort. She reached up and grabbed his left hand, guiding it back down to stroke her to climax. Bouncing wildly on top of him, her orgasm made her lose all rhythm. His hips shot up to meet hers when he reached his own release, filling her again. They both rode out the sensation of coming together, gasping for air until her body finally gave out and she collapsed onto him.