The masks came off. Sometimes they made love with them on, often without them. They'd worn theirs during their last sexual adventure. They were becoming so much more relaxed with each other; trust took time. Revelations were always grounding and groundbreaking. With his face nestled in the crook of Selina's neck, which she caressed while murmuring his actual name, Bruce burrowed deeper into her skin. As though he intended to actually meld with her. At times she got the feeling he knew he could if he concentrated enough.

He'd been reluctant to talk about the loss of his parents. Selina tiptoed around the subject, somehow sensing their violent end would always throw him into dense despair, souring an already bleak outlook on scores of things. He would begin opening up about the debacle: 'Mom and dad and I had just left a play. In an alley, Edward Elliot stepped out of shadows, and gunned them down. I watched them die. I was ten…'

"Who do you believe was responsible for their deaths?" Selina had asked him pointblank as they had sat watching the waves crashing against moss-covered rocks.

Hesitant to give her his belief, he'd hedged, but eventually her handling him with kid gloves had drawn him out that sunny day. "Salvatore Maroni. He corrupted Project Renewal. My father's idea. Maroni got greedy, wanting all that money for bribes, money laundering, whatever else. The motivation to murder my parents. Elliot worked for Maroni. He did that crime lord's bidding."

Today was their last day in paradise. Three memorable weeks enveloped by the passage of time that neither lingered nor flew. They would board his private jet and head back to the madness and mayhem of Gotham. Home, in flux, transitioning. For the better? Even with his eyes closed, the signal blazed in his mind.

It was early afternoon. Earlier this morning, after seven, it had begun to rain. Now all evidence of soggy weather was gone. The sun was out, dazzling. They'd been in bed all day, and B gave no indication of wanting to forsake their intimate pastel beige love nest, complete with high ceilings and potted majesty palms. The ceiling fan was off. He gripped Selina's left thigh tighter, as if his firm hold ensured she would never leave him.

Had she spoken about leaving him? When? He couldn't remember. Why would she leave him? Involuntarily, a shudder coursed through him. Did he make her unhappy? He was struggling, really struggling to make a difference in himself. In her. He mustn't foul this up. His last chance…

Understanding the dark place's tentacles were dragging him down to its interminable bottom, Selina squeezed his hand on her thigh. "It's all right, baby. I got you."

There was a dull throb at the base of his skull. He hated being a prick, but not being able to help it left him morose. "I know you do, Selina. I do love you. I—"

She coaxed his mouth to hers and drank deeply.

"I'm s-sorry." It came out gurgled as he worked around her onslaught of affection.

Selina guided his mouth to her naked tits. "No sorries. Just love me, honey. And let me love you." Taming the restless tempest of his mind was a tall order. If only for a little while, that would be something. He was becoming everything to her.

Bruce felt his guts twist. Did he satisfy her? Even though she came so easily, ever readily, still. Was he enough? His playboy days were long behind him, but as he thought back, what had he been doing with all those women? Just using them to feel something other than empty? He reddened out of sheer desperation.

Selina wormed her way to his rising and falling chest, determined to suck his pronounced nipples. He needed being taken care of. Let him attempt to stop her. She was dead-on certain he wouldn't. She snaked lower down his body, licking along the way, relishing his unbridled groans.

With her soft, wet eager mouth she trailed kisses against one inner thigh, then his other. Before she took his cock into her mouth, she trailed kisses on it, and murmured, "I can't get enough of you, baby."

His breathing came in gasps, as he came like a hydrant, and Selina praised his goods after she finished swallowing, not dribbling a drop. Instantly, Bruce was on her lips on top of her. "You want me—you've got me, baby," he growled, the sound igniting every nerve in Selina's trapped body. As he prolonged his slow entry into her pussy with his resilient erection, she roiled and roasted as she quaked.

"You're killin' me, Vengeance," Selina panted, wanting him in as deep as he could get. His cologne was faint, but incentivized her to keep him impassioned, creating a hotter fever all over her body. She pushed her hips in sync with his sexy rhythm.

"That's the idea. Wife!" Bruce pumped savagely slow, feeling her artificial claws claw his scalp as she hissed in molten pleasure when he filled his mouth with her right tit, sucking her, rivaling a vacuum cleaner. Selina yelped when he switched tits, sucking the left one even harder, feasting on her. Frenzying her out of her mind. He withdrew his mouth, needing to palm her intoxicating tits, then lowering his hand to have his palm over her heartbeats.

Selina wantonly arched her back into his possessive touch. "You…you…you—yes! Ahhhhhh." She couldn't stop the violent shakes inside and outside.

He came, the hardest apoplexy yet; she came and came and came, transfixed by the exquisite excruciation that was Bruce. "Selina," he moaned, "this can't end. I can't lose you."

"Lose me," she wheezed, knocked out of the paroxysm of the mind-blowing orgasm he'd provoked. "Baby, if you try getting rid of me…" She took firm possession of his still dilated dick. "You won't get this back." She yanked. "I'm not playin'. If you wanna keep this…" She arched a brow and yanked a little stronger, flicked his balls for good measure. "You better keep me."

He slipped his cock back inside her pulsing pussy still slick with his copious cum. "You're the only hot woman in the world. I crave you like I used to crave my privacy. Rock those saucy hips. Help a hopelessly turnt up man out."

"Turnt up! Oh, yeah. Now that's the kind of talk I like." She thrusted up into him singeing him with her most vixen grin, shutting out any Gotham-ic interference in her head. "Batboy…ooh!" She spasmed and gutturally screamed.

I made her scream. Gloating, Bruce got bolder. He replaced his cock with his tongue, and when he used his mouth to mercilessly suction her, beachgoers in the next town had the sound of some random woman viscerally keening a name they couldn't make out in their ears.

Three fingers in, Bruce teased Selina's clit. She came on those fingers, abruptly sat up, crashed him down on the bed, pulled his arms above his head and purred in his ear, "If being this out of control feels this good. Who wants to be sane?"

"Not me," Bruce quickly followed up.

"Me neither," Selina said just as fast. "I'm still hungry."

"Still?"

"Yeah, insatiably."

"Let's shower. I'll see what I can do."

Selina straddled him, her eyes alight with reignited desire. "See. This is why I really love you. You give, and give, and give. Holding back isn't who you are. Like I said. Well, I said it when you weren't around. You're too fine."

Standing with her in his arms and walking to the en suite bathroom, Bruce said, "Do you want to go back tomorrow?"

Digging a little into his chest with the nail tip of her index finger, Selina shook her head. "Not really. But I know you do."

"Not if you don't want to."

In the spacious shower stall, he set her down and regulated the water temp before starting the flow. Selina grabbed the organic pineapple flavored jiffy lube. Squirting a generous amount into the palm of her hand and sensuously slathering his cock, she shook her head. "I don't want to. I want this, all of this. You, me, non-stop fun, love, sex, craziness, honesty, bonding—on and on and on. La, la, la. To go on forever."

"So do I. So…" He took the tube of lube, squirted the water-resistant stuff into his hands, and stroke-kneaded her tits. "We stay."

"I know your Gotham is calling your name. But, you won't be sorry." Selina dropped to her knees, orally engulfed his dick with a grin, looking up at Bruce with seductive eyes, and sucked him until his knees buckled.

"Ooh, baby—baby," sang out from the sultry, steamy Batman. Seeing him cross his eyes, Selina rose up, making herself as comfortable as a queen on his cock and ground him into oblivion.

When he was able to make a stab at coherency, he pushed out, "I'm insane you know..."

Selina tickled his midsection, then couldn't resist skirring his navel with her tongue. Her giggling was throat-deep. "Don't stress about it, honey. All of us are. I know I'm crazy. Crazy for you. They'll have to drag me to Arkham kicking and screaming if anyone or anything tries coming between us."

"I'll never let that happen. Or, I'll be in the padded cell right next to yours."

"You're sweet...and spicy," she teased.

After Bruce toweled her down, and Selina did the same for him, he picked her up and carried her back to bed.

After he placed her on the rumpled sheets, Selina said, "You are a fast learner, getting to know what I like."

Not certain how to take that, he asked with unease in his voice, "And that is?"

"Everything!" she emphasized.

He pounced on her, pinning her down and tortured her with kisses laced with heat. Somehow during his onslaught she got to murmur that she had thought him one-track minded, her first impression. Bruce chortled, and buried into her neck, "You weren't wrong. I am." Selina came apart.