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- The Fallen Sun
He felt the warm tickle of her breath along his bare chest and felt the warmth of the sun along the back of his neck. He managed to crack open an eye, peering down at the head of red hair that now settled against him. Her wings were folded close to their joined form. His length rested against her sex and he shifted, mostly to get his back a bit loosened. An arm looped around her waist and pulled her close as he sat up against the car door in a more comfortable position, but not by much. She stirred then, yawning and peering up at him with those bright green eyes. A smile pulled at her ruby lips. Her hand reached up, tracing along his jaw slowly. He found himself leaning down, kissing at her lips gently and sliding a hand into her thick red hair. She let out a pleased moan and turned her body so her bust pressed against him.
"Good morning." he murmured to her.
"Morning yourself." She answered in a hushed tone.
Her hand slid through his hair slowly and he relaxed to the touch. His calloused hands rubbed along her back and hips. For a long moment they just stared at each other.
"…I don't think this is just a distraction anymore." he said quietly, but plainly.
She looked unsure for a moment but she gave a reluctant nod. She pressed in, kissing him again. His hands gripped her sides a bit tighter. She tasted so sweet to him. Her slim, but strong arms curled around his neck. She rolled her hips down, rubbing her now wet sex along him. It made him groan and he curled his own back. His now hardened length pressed and slowly entered her. She gasped against his lips and then smiled. Their movements were slow, careful. He wanted her to enjoy it and she seemed to want the same thing for him. Why? He wondered. Why were they being so caring for each other? This was supposed to be a distraction. Another kiss given to him by her made him nibble at her lower lip.
"Bruce…What are we doing…?" she managed in soft, panting breathes into his ear.
He couldn't answer since he had none to really give. He thrust his hips a bit faster up into her form. Her back arched as she rode him hard. The car was shifting. One of her hands gripped the wheel and nearly bent it out of shape as she moaned aloud. Her orgasm surprised them both. Her body started to shiver before she settled against his chest, her hips still rolling smoothly. Bruce's own orgasm snuck up on him. He arched his back, pushing himself deeper into her. He felt her sex quiver and spasm around him as he came inside of her.
It was a long while before the two said anything. They didn't use protection for their two encounters. A part of Bruce was worried, he wondered if Thanagarian DNA was compatible with humans. His train of thought kept going as he peered along the pale, sweaty form of Shayera. His arms stayed draped around her loosely, fingers tracing along her rear and lower back slowly. He shouldn't be thinking too far ahead and not too fondly of her. His poor history with women kept gnawing the back of his mind.
It was a few hours later that they returned to the Manor, clothed in their own sense. Shayera stayed curled around his arm and he admitted to himself that he liked the feel of her bust and form curling that close to him. Why was she being like this? Part of the distraction? Was she thinking of Jack when she was with him? He scowled at that. She did dye his hair for him. He let her go and shower and he slipped down to the Cave.
The cool air was a familiar one that went against him and he eased himself into the chair, turning it on and starting to scan any sort of patterns in crime lately. A few of Two-Face's crew had taken it upon themselves to try and break them out, all attempts were thwarted. The GCPD wasn't incapable, but with corruption and numbers against them they could only do so much to protect themselves and their loved ones. They were only human after all.
He felt a spasm down his side and arm as he scowled. He was human too, an old human. He couldn't show that sort of weakness however, not to anyone. He had to still appear as the young playboy in public and the grim set tactician around his teammates. What part was he playing with Shayera? With Barbara? He couldn't figure that part out as much as he wished to. His hand reached up, rubbing along his features for a moment. None of it felt right to him for some reason.
He remembered when Ivy had used a plot of genetically modified plants to make the perfect mates. His own was perfect, understanding, trusting. His guard was let down to the point that he was going to give up the mantle of Batman altogether. He smartened up, revealed the plot, let her, the ship all the experiments were on, and the ring sink to the bottom of the motion. A part of his happiness went with it.
He kept scrolling through the reports, a finger curled over his mouth as he leaned back in his chair. It was hard to imagine a quiet night in Gotham, or day for that matter. The League would call him if they needed him, and really Shayera as well. A hand reached up, sliding through his hair as he let his computer idle, leaving the police scanner open.
"Down here brooding are you?"
He turned in his chair and his brow lofted ever so slightly. Her hair was drying and was swept back behind her head leaving her slim beautiful features and those bright eyes of hers in view. She helped herself to one of his shirts. It was a loose fit especially with the two new holes made for her wings it seemed, and it partially exposed a shoulder and a tasteful amount of breast. Not that he minded the view anyway. She slid into his chair and curled herself to him. Before he could protest their lips met again. That heavenly taste was on his lips again and his hand once on her toned stomach slid around. They held the embrace for awhile, her hand slid through his hair slowly. They broke the kiss, panting quietly against each other's lips.
"Is this still a distraction to you? From him?"
She couldn't meet his eyes as she tucked a loose, wet strand of hair behind her ear. "It was at first, but as you said this morning I guess it isn't like that anymore…I...I don't think so anyway."
He stared down at her and he gave a small, reluctant nod. "I thought so. If this was a full distraction for you it'd be the night and you would have slipped away in the morning."
"To be fair, you did wear me out." She grinned at him.
He couldn't help but grin back. "Apparently not enough."
Her lips met his again in a soft embrace. Her form wiggled into his lap and her wings settled against her back, over his hands. Her arms slid around his neck firmly now and her tongue pushed into his mouth. His tongue met hers in earnest and his hands slid down to grip and massage at her toned rear.
"I hope we don't echo too loudly in here…" he murmured to her.
She giggled in return, kissing him again.
They've been gone for too long.
They all got the looks from the rest of the League as the pair of them returned to the tower after what seemed like a month of dating, love making and with a sudden stab of realization, happiness. He scowled to himself he needed to have better control. He hid his part of the situation with his usual grim façade. Shay…Hawkgirl, he corrected when they were in the Tower, was nearly glowing and stealing glances from under her mask with that ever familiar smile as they were on patrol.
He was thankful when they got the information of a break in by a large group of armed robbers. Batman volunteered and, to his surprise, Superman agreed to go with him. What was the point of him going if the Man of Steel could just walk in, not receive an injury and walk back out with all the thugs unconscious?
He found that answer out when Superman flew out of the top floor and landed hard on the ground. The resulting shockwave tossed Batman to the ground, as well as the pair of men they were fighting with. Common thugs weren't as incapable anymore it seemed. The figure that loomed over Superman's form was covered in green armor and his skull burned with that disturbing green flame around a skull.
Batman admittedly did not like the direction this was going with Atomic Skull backing up the well sized group of robbers.
He was on his feet immediately and with two swift kicks knocked the two thugs out cold. He turned, cape swirling about as he threw a handful of cryogenic capsules before he went into a flying kick to take down a thug as he was bringing up his gun. He saw the blocks of ice forming along the villain's arms and with an inhuman snarl broke it off just with the sheer heat of his body. It was enough however as he saw Superman's hand on the ground curl into a fist.
It slammed hard into the Skull's jaw and sent him skipping down the road. He slid hard along the ground with pieces of the road coming with him and propping him up properly. He got to his feet, shaking his head wildly and as Superman flew towards him a palm rose up. The fiery blast knocked Superman hard into the ground and the Skull flew up, slamming his elbow hard into his back and sundering the ground.
Batman wasn't idle as this was happening. He twisted and slammed the back of his fist across a man's jaw before he kicked out, knocking a gun aside before his other arm rolled forward, thundering into his cheek and knocking him to the ground. He twisted through the prone forms and threw a handful of batarangs, knocking more firearms to the ground before he dpve onto another. He smashed his head into the prone man to silence him. He then flipped forward and using a car as a plant leapt towards the group he disarmed.
Superman groggily got to his feet and was greeted with the burning fist of the Atomic Skull. He stumbled back but held his ground. The burn tickled his skin, but nothing too harmful. It was mostly the surprise of the Skull's presence that caught him off guard. He brought a hand up catching the next blow and Superman wrapped an arm about the skull and with a mere push off the ground rocketed into the skies.
Batman blocked a wild forearm while his foot knocked a sweeping leg back. He struck out, a palm into the face of one and his foot taking the kicker in the jaw. He spun low, his fist connecting with a third's kneecap as his own leg swept out, knocking a pair to the ground. This was what he trained for, his adrenaline was pumping and his wounds both old and new were forgotten. He kept fighting to the peak of his physical form. Every blow landed meant one less he needed to land before he could see Shayera again.
That thought made him pause and that second of hesitation cost him. He didn't see the knife. It dug hard into his side and he let out a grunt of pain. The others backed off, why? That didn't make any sense he was on the ground, they should finish him off now while they still can.
"Get up, Batman."
That voice, the small bitter growl, the controlled anger behind a tactful tone. The whole operation had Deathstroke written all over it. He got up to his feet and brought his arms up. Deathstroke with just a glance sent the men off to gather the rest of the loot and start to make up with it. He had to move fast. Deathstroke rushed forward, the knife leading. The first stab Batman jerked to the side and the mercenary's leg met the back of his leg, sending him to a knee. Batman pushed off rolling to the side mid-air only to have a heavy boot slam him in the chest and send him hard into the side of a car.
"I know everyone of your moves, Batman… My employer doesn't take kindly to two Bats."
Two-Face, of course. Deathstroke didn't care if he revealed his employer's name. He was hired only when the job brought him lots of blood, practice, or fun. Batman could never determine which reason with him. He got back to his feet again and threw a pair of smokebombs on the ground. He let it spread as he removed his cloak, letting it drop the ground. His mask switched to infrared and a breather mask was on his face immediately. He saw Deathstroke peering about and when Batman leapt at him he saw him turn and in his hand was a cool object. Horror tugged at him. Two shots, a doubt tap.
Memories came back, white perals struck the ground, a boy's screams echoed in his ears. He was on his knees. When did that happen? Both shots were clean through, blood poured down his abdomen and chest just below the rib. He knew Deathstroke could have killed him. Yet why didn't he? Some cool, sleek and metallic pressed under his chin. He should have kept his grim thoughts to himself.
"What part of every move didn't you understand?"
The blade came up and Batman gritted his teeth before he leapt at him. His shoulder slammed into his gut. It seemed the mercenary wasn't quite prepared for him to make a last minute attack. He dropped the blade in the tackle and Batman felt his running charge stop and a grunt escape Deathstroke. His hands rose up, hammering into his back, right on top of the exit wounds. He grunted and he felt all the strength in his legs start to drain out of him with every gush of blood he felt escaping his back. He was on his knees again and a knee slammed right into his chin. He was on his back, staring up at a block spotted sky.
"He said to bring you your head… suppose I can do that after I have a bit more target practice."
The gun was out again, aimed right at his chest. He thought he saw his father move to step in front of him again but it was only a shadow, a fast approaching shadow. Deathstroke was plucked form the ground and gripped by a blurred figure wearing red. The mercenary was slammed into the ground once, twice and then thrown hard back into the bank. The blue eyes fixed on him, part anger and hate, part worry and care.
"Oh my lord… Batman, look at me, look at me."
He barely managed to. He saw three of his faces.
"Superman to Justice League, get the med bay ready. It was a set up, Two-Face set up the whole thing. Batman's been shot."
Funny, he thought, Batman was expecting him to say Batman was dead. His vision faded even as he felt himself rise higher into the sky. If it was Superman carrying him or his spirit departing he couldn't even begin to guess.