I'm sorry for completely ditching this story and you guys. I have so many problems with borderline and dependent personality disorder and OCD and schizoid and shit like my sensitivity to light. It gets too bad for me to eat or get up. The past few days, I wasn't able to even process my own feelings or think for myself. So I'm sorry if this chapter isn't like the others. I'm just now coming back to earth because I wanted to write this. We'll see from here. xx
This chapter should be one but I broke it in half to give you guys something asap. Warning: boobs and cliffhanger.
The voices of Diana and Bruce shook Barry awake. The two were in the storage, hoping to cover up Bruce's gruffing and Diana's defensive arguing between parcels. Something about him needing to do something, and her passionately telling him it wasn't ethical. It made his eyes grow a little, to think they were using his name and "unethical" together in a debate that he wasn't allowed to hear.
It's as if she could tell he was awake. She stepped into the infirmary and was at his bedside. "Barry." Her hand rested on his. Her other brushed strands of hair behind her ear. "Can you remember last night?"
Barry squinted one eye. "You mean..."
"After you fell asleep. Do you remember?"
Bruce's took a seat near the door, his ankle crossed to his other knee. He was trying to keep it together. "Yeah. Tell us about last night."
Barry's face dropped in confusion. He looked at Diana, then at Bruce. For once, he didn't have something to say. Probably because of the way Bruce's stern, leeching eyes made his skin itch.
"Ow!" He jerked his hand from Diana's. With a breath, he apologized for how rude it must've been.
Diana was fazed. But not from his sudden movement. She was distraught by the large brown spot below his thumb, right on the bone. His entire wrist was starting to gloss over with brown and purple bruising. Her head shot towards Bruce. The anger stole her words, leaving her mouth agape in shock.
Barry watched her eyebrow furrow, between the glances to his wrist. "What's... going... on?"
"Bruce. How-?"
Both Bruce's feet touched the ground. He was waiting to stand up taller than Diana. "It's more than you think. He-"
She turned away from him and back to Barry. There was a wave of paleness in his gaze that had yet to disappear. "Bruce, he's hurt. It doesn't matter what happens, he cannot be hurt."
Bruce pushed his hair back. The way Diana phrased the situation made it even harder to hear.
Barry's voice cracked. It was a burden to interrupt and ask why his wrist was bruising over.
Bruce raised his voice. "What did you think you were doing, Barry?!"
"Will you stop?" Diana almost yelled. "He doesn't remember!" She lowered her voice to apologize. Going back to stroking Barry's fingers, forcing herself to explain, "Last night, Bruce had to restrain you by your wrists. He told me that-"
Bruce admitted, "I was scared, alright?"
The infirmary went quiet enough to hear white noise coming from the electronics. All eyes were on Bruce; even his own as he stared into his lap.
"I looked back. You weren't in bed. I found you, you wouldn't go back to bed, and you tried attacking me."
Diana's smile reached him from across the room. It was amazing to hear his mind come out of his mouth so freely. He needed it as much as Barry did.
"I don't know." He came back from his lap. "I should've been more easy on you. I was just scared."
Diana grinned Barry's way.
Something stopped Barry from looking at the man he loved. Something made him unable to understand how one of the best people on Earth could be so violent towards him. Grab him by the wrists, probably hard enough to rip the sockets. Force him onto a bed, when he must've had a nightmare or something and just wanted some support. He didn't want to be mad or confused, but right now there wasn't much to do if he wasn't sure how to feel.
Diana was talking to both he and Bruce. "...This is a lot. Barry needs some time to process it."
Bruce agreed. He stood up to slowly leave the infirmary, without a word as to what he was doing. He could still be heard, lingering in the Batcave with other business. Staying far yet close.
The blank stare from Barry was too much for Diana. She kneeled directly to his side. "He is sorry, Barry. He didn't want to hurt you, and he needed to keep you from hurting yourself. He simply didn't know what to do." She stroked through the hair on his empty head. "I promise, he is not mad, and he will be alright so long as you're alright."
He nodded, trying hard to listen.
The nod was enough for her to move onto what she'd originally come for. "Would you like a bath?"
Sarcastically but partly sincerely, "That would be nice." His eyes and mouth widened when he realized she'd be rubbing his naked body.
"You'll feel better having your arms and legs and face clean."
He cringed at the sweat that caked his joints and crannies. "Um, can you wash..."
She raised a brow, waiting.
"...everything?"
"Yes," she said benevolently, "we have as much time as we need. I'd be delighted."
She went for the cabinet to pull out a large duffle bag. Her fingers carefully sifted through. "What would you like to wear after your bath?"
He looked at her as if she had his entire home in there. His toothbrush, sealed in a baggy, and deodorant and rash powder were sticking out of the side pockets. What she believed to be the comfiest clothes were all gracefully rolled and stacked. She was pulling out his bottle of soap and deodorant.
Upon being told what day it was, he said, "Something white or gray. With red, obviously. Warm, because it gets chilly in here."
"Perfect, here." She held a rolled up outfit to her chest, waiting for his approval.
He nodded at how it was all brushing against her breasts.
She placed the clothes onto a table as she rolled it up. She disappeared to change the thermostat to ideal temp, and to draw the curtain in case Bruce or Alfred would open the door. Going through the cabinets, she came out with towels and a basin for water. When everything was prepared on the table, she reclined his bed supine and raised it to her waist level.
"I will use a dry shampoo. Is that alright?" She tucked his pillow down to prop his shoulders and neck. A towel under neath his head.
"Yeah..." He usually didn't feel fresh without actually water and soap, but now he was just desperate to get clean. Even by Diana's means of not making a big water mess.
She hoped he'd soon be in better condition to leave the bed and go to the actual tub. For now, a bed bath would have to do.
He heard her shimmy behind the head of the bed. As she reached to the counter, her soft boob just barely touched his head. His member was already stiff from waking up and the idea of her hands being all over his body. It was pulsing and tightening around the catheter, and her smiling down at him was making it harder and harder. The blanket and catheter bunched up, creating a bulge to hide the one in his pants.
A part of him wanted to call off on her washing "everything". The other part of him was waiting for her hands to move downward. Her hand will be so soft, so generous, so sloppy with passion, grabbing his balls to wash them.
The foam lathered in her hands, with a familiar schlicking. She had his head propped onto the heels of her hands. Fingernails started rubbing the shampoo through the back of his head. The sound of scratching resonated through his skull as she moved out towards his ears. Tingles shot down his spine, through his extremities. It actually made him want to stop thinking about everything and go to sleep.
She graciously swept his bangs into the lather. She lathered longer than necessary to scratch at his pressure points. Her fingers traced behind his ears and along the grooves in his skull. They spread the starchy foam through chunks of hair, soaking up more oil than he's probably ever washed off his scalp.
"Barry, you're being so good."
That sent tingles to his member. He knew what she meant, but it was the manner in which she said it. It proved she was in control, she was assertive. He was a little bitch getting bathed and waiting for a boob to touch his head.
A moan escaped him.
She chuckled. "It's been quite a while since you've last been pampered, I see?"
His whole face eclipsed in a blush. From complete relaxation and mild sexual frustration.
"It's alright, Barry. It's something we all need from time to time."
A few minutes later, her hands left his head. He turned his head to see what she was doing. His eyes widened when he realized his head almost brushed Diana's boob. He turned back forward before she could notice.
He suppressed a moan when she lifted his head up into her boob. She started massaging a rag through his hair to collect the foam. There was nothing to stop him from imagining her breasts getting all moist, her shirt getting thinner than silk, maybe a nipple stiffening from contact. When she tilted his head to towel it, his eyes traveled to her chest to see if her bra or cleavage was visible from being wet.
"Barry."
His member shot up in his pants. It was definitely harder than it's ever been. His lips pursed into a naughty smile and he almost choked. The idea of getting caught being a pervert had always been exciting in ways he couldn't understand. But now, actually being caught and scolded, by a fierce woman who will be gentle no matter what, was unfathomably intense. Drool trickled from the corner of his mouth. He drifted into imagining what Diana would do about it.
"Barry, are you alright?" She was waiting for the blankness to leave his eyes. "Is it alright to wash your body?"
Force him to jerk off in front of her? Demand he suck her feet and tell her how sexy she is? Smack his hard-on, beat it to the edge, give it a teasing lick, then ruin his orgasm? Lock it up so he could never cum again?
Barry then realized what she'd said. She'd finished with his hair and his head was back on his pillow. "Oh.. yeah..."
She smiled. "You spaced out. As long as you're alright."
He needed to stop. There was no way she didn't see the raging bulge. She was pretending it wasn't there, for his modesty.
She placed a bunch of towels at his side, before rolling his blanket off his body. "Can I remove your shirt?" With approval, she rolled the bottom of his shirt as high as she could.
He raised his shoulders so she could maneuver his arms out of the sleeves.
"Good, Barry. Thank you." Her smile was unintentionally condescending. It made his member twitch, after what she'd said earlier.
With the shirt scrunched up at his neck, she told him she'd be taking it off. She slid it out from the back of his neck and was careful to not graze it on his face.
His vision went black for a moment. A foggy black. All he could see was an object clinging to his neck and face. The heat from a hand was clogging his nose.
Her hand felt the tensing of his neck. His blood pressure was heightening a little. Once she had the shirt off, she took extra time when she folded it. She watched him in the corner of her eyes.
He stammered, "I'm fine... I'm fine. Just..."
She let his breath come back to him. Her hand touched his and her eyes searched deep into his. "I'm sorry, Barry. I went too quickly and I'll be more gentle."
"No, it's fine... I'm fine. I just spaced out, and thought I saw a bug."
Diana knew he was lying. His eyes, his cracking high pitched words, and his demeanor all said he was lying. But she accepted what he wanted her to think. "Okay. If you're sure you're alright, I'll continue, and I'll be more gentle."
Barry looked away then back at her.
"I'm going to put a towel on one side. Would you like me to start on a certain side?"
He naturally shrugged the arm furthest away from her. Before he realized she would have to reach over to wash that side.
"Perfect." She laid a towel over the side she wouldn't be washing, to keep him warm and modest. "And I will use a towel underneath you to keep your bed dry." Reaching over him, she tucked a bigger towel below his arm and torso.
He silently watched her breasts bounce. Sometimes brushing him, sometimes being a centimeter away from doing so.
She rolled the table closer. Her finger tested the water, which was once boiling hot and was now perfect. She slowly ran a wet rag along his arm, gently approached his shoulder then his torso.
"N-N-Not too much soap," he demanded. His voice dropped in volume. "I don't like excess of soap. Because it gets-" he was too fatigued to gesture his hands so his face did the talking, "-all sticky and gummy when it isn't rinsed off right. And then the towel and my clothes get..."
Diana nodded in agreement. "How about we do... a little drop?" She'd poured an apple seed sized drop of soap into the cloth. For his upper body, then she'd see from there.
She reached over to start gently washing. His eyes washed with anticipation. Being at waist level, it was just a matter of time for her bouncing boobs to rub his bare skin. She lifted his arm to wash. For a whole minute, her boob would be planted on him.
His free hand reached for her boob.