Ch6- Sweet sounds…(Rated R for slight suggestive themes—of the adult variety)
One hour Later, Gotham City…
"I am the creep that haunts the night, scaring off all the baddies on sight…the party pooper who never smiles…I. Am. Batman!" The maniacal man screamed as he stepped off the building.
His accomplice laughed until she saw him disappear over the side of the building, she ran to the ledge, hoping by some miracle he grabbed a hold of something before hitting the bottom. As she neared the edge, she heard a tiny chopping sound. Initially, she only saw the multi-colored umbrella cap her companion wore on his head. The umbrella was actually a miniature propeller and it wasn't long before the rest of her companion's frame came back into view, lifted from certain demise. He landed before her on the roof top.
"Man, I thought you were a goner!"
His laughter rang load as a bullhorn, "Silly girl, I said I was Batman, not Splatman!"
There was a beat of silence as the bad pun hung between the two. Soon, they both were enveloped in boisterous, demented, laughter. The female wiped tears from her eyes as she turned to her companion.
"Oh, boss, you slay me!"
Her "boss" howled his laughter for a full minute more before growing instantly serious, his face a sneer.
"Stop it, Harley!"
Harley immediately ceased all laughter, waiting for her boss to give his next command.
"Time to get serious."
…. "Ha ha ha ha !" The psychotic Joker burst into another fit of giggles, followed by his ever-present companion. Then, he reverted to another moment of seriousness. "Stop it!"
Man, is he extra kooky tonight, Harley thought.
She followed his path of progress across the darkened rooftop, looking below to find an unsuspecting couple walking down the darkened alley.
The Joker's raspy voice was eerily calm. He attached the harness snaps to the back of his and Harley's waistbands. "Suckers. Let's get'em."
He and Harley both swan-dived off the rooftop, their descent slowed slightly by the tension in the cables lowering them to the ground.
His ever-present painted-on smile twisted darkly, "That's it, just a little bit closer…"
He and his companion never reached their intended targets as their descent was halted abruptly by a black chord whipping out from the darkness and binding the two would-be villains together. They dangled, bound together a mere ten feet from the couple. The sudden noise startled the couple and they looked up to see the terribly happy faces of Gotham's biggest villain, The Joker, and his ever-present accomplice Harley suspended directly above them. Even while hanging helplessly by the waist, he was determined to cause some mayhem tonight.
He gave the couple below his most crazed look before yelling "Boo!" He laughed as the couple scampered off down the alley.
Shrugging his shoulder and looking at his companion, "Well, at least the night's not a total bust." They broke out into another bout of maniacal laughter.
Thirty feet above them, a dark figure secured the other end of reinforced cable to the pulley system to ensure their captives didn't have a chance to escape. Pulling out the disposable phone and dialing the Gotham Police Department, the hooded figure gave their exact coordinates and advised the dispatcher that the Joker was in need of transportation back to Arkham Asylum. Satisfied with the night's quarry, the figure strode further into the darkness, intent to escape into the shadows of Gotham.
"I suppose I should thank you, although I could have handled the situation myself." A gruff voice sounded out.
The shrouded figure slowed, "You know what they say. When the Bats away, the Cats will play."
Catwoman turned fully to face Batman as he stalked closer to her. She did nothing to hide the lascivious once-over she gave him. How could a man make a cowl look so sexy?And what exactly is he hiding behind that codpiece?
To his credit, Batman allowed the shadows around him to hide the fact that he was also enjoying the view before him. Dressed in all black protective leather armor similar to his own but much, much more form-fitting, the Catwoman was a sight to behold. The sexy-as-hell black stiletto boots didn't hurt the ensemble, either. She met his eyes defiantly as didn't back down as he towered over her. He stood close enough to feel her body heat, to feel the purr that vibrated through her body as she returned his stare. She was the first to break their eye contact, suggestively running a clawed finger down his chest, grazing over the accentuated abs in his armor. He closed his eyes briefly to enjoy the chill that sent through him. When he opened his eyes, she was no longer in front of him. It wasn't long before he felt her presence at his back, her lips tantalizingly close to his ear.
"I missed you." She purred.
Fighting the arousal that screamed to be set free, he replied in a hoarse voice. "You've kept busy enough."
She chuckled huskily, "Busy cleaning up your messes, Bats. I can't very well let the inmates run the asylum. They need to remember to fear the dark."
He turned so quickly that he nearly tipped her over. Instead, he caught her frame between his strong hands and brought her indecently close to his body, allowing her to feel every inch of him.
"Then I guess I should thank you."
Before she had time to continue their verbal foreplay, Batman captured her lips in a fiery kiss, teasing her bottom lip with his teeth. It only took her a moment to catch on and she returned the kiss just as fiercely, introducing her tongue into the fray. They dueled for control of the kiss for what seemed like an eternity but ended too soon for them both. Catwoman pulled away from the kiss with one last tug on his lips, her smoldering green eyes blatantly challenging him to take it further. Instead, he disengaged from their embrace and paced away from her.
Here we go again. She rolled her eyes at his predictable nature.
"We can't keep doing this." He grated , unaware she mimed him behind his back. "You know it as well as I-" This time he turned as he spoke and caught her in the act.
She had the gall not to appear shocked or admonished, in fact, she looked pissed. "It's always the same with you. 'Bad kitty, don't steal the Faberge Egg… Ooh, baaad kitty, come give me a kiss…No, bad kitty, we can't play kissy-face anymore…ah, what the hell, kiss me'. A girl could get a complex dealing with you, ya know."
He gave no reply, which to her appeared as if he was aloof, indifferent. In actuality, Batman fought against every male instinct that screamed at him to grab her and take her right there on the roof. Deciding to end this before it became any more awkward, Batman turned to leave.
"One of these days, Bruce, I'm not going to be here waiting on the rooftop; unless you give me a reason to."
He stood frozen. How did she figure out his secret? What exactly did she mean by giving her a reason to wait? Turning around to reply to her, he realized that she'd used his method of 'stun and run' to leave undetected. Funny, he never noticed how lonely a rooftop could be until that moment.
Aboard the Javelin…
Kal checked their coordinates once more before engaging autopilot and freeing himself of his safety restraints. A small smile touched his lips as he continued to hum along with the most recent selection from his playlist. Diana never failed to amaze him, the time alone with some great music soothed his spirit immensely, and he was very impressed with her taste in music. The playlist started off with a few mopey songs about love lost then transitioned into more upbeat, empowering tunes. Currently, Cee-Lo's 'Forget You' was blaring through the ship's surround sound. They still had about thirty minutes until reaching Zyphon Xia's atmosphere and he figured a quick shower and change would be wise. Before they left the Earth's orbit, Diana made the suggestion they not go as warriors, but as diplomats seeking to reason with the planet's inhabitants. He whistled along with the song as he made his way to private quarters, an extra spring in his step. As he rounded the corner, he considered waking his friend but thought better of it. The woman had an internal clock like no other. If she said she would sleep for forty-three point seven minutes, then she would sleep exactly forty-three point seven minutes. He supposed that was the warrior in her. Thinking of his good friend brought back the smile and he felt slightly more care-free, singing along with the song, now. He gave the song his all, putting extra oomph into the forget yoouuuuu's. In fact he put so much into it that he failed to see the overturned trash bin waiting for him as soon as he entered his quarters. Suffice it to say, the usually sure-footed Superman somehow wound up unceremoniously on his butt. His dense frame hit the ship's floor with a considerable thud and in his attempts to right himself he placed his hand a sickening wet mass of…sun tan oil?
Damn, Wally! Using the ship as his own personal tanning salon by flying it very close to the sun's orbit. Kal knew Wally did this, and always advised Wally to get rid of any and all evidence to keep the Batman unawares. Obviously, he doesn't listen. Maybe I will have a little meeting with Bruce and let him know exactly what happens on his toy, Kal thought. He stood quickly, using super speed to clean the mess he'd made. He undressed quickly for his shower, his agitation fighting to return full force, he fought off valiantly as he closed his eyes and listened to the music pouring in through his speakers. The water prepared, Kal stepped under the spray and allowed the steaming hot water to wash over him. Without warning, his eyes shot open.
Crap! I had to have woken Diana with all my bumbling around, he lamented with a wince. In all of his clumsiness and subsequent clean-up, he'd forgotten that she was resting right across the hall. Turning his head to the right he used his enhanced vision to ensure that she was still resting comfortably. Seeing that her bed was empty, he mentally kicked himself for disturbing her. He was about to cut his shower short to go apologize when his eye caught movement from the far corner of her room. He trained his line of vision on the movement and sucked in a sharp breath at the sight he beheld. Apparently stepping out of her own shower, Diana entered her quarters, her hair a mess of curls piled atop her head. A towel wrapped around her powerfully sleek frame, she never looked more beautiful to Kal. He knew he should stop looking, but for some reason he could not tear his eyes away. He followed her as she sat on the bed, retrieving a bottle of what he assumed was scented oil from nightstand. Beginning at her feet, Diana massaged the oil into her skin, moving her hands in small circles and inching higher each time. Kal didn't realize it at the time, but his own hand began its own journey, heading south.
She spread the towel further apart as she reached her thighs and gave the area extra attention, humming along to the song that was playing over head, Adele's Rolling in the Deep. She was about to remove her towel completely to apply the Amazonian oil, pausing briefly to inhale the subtle fragrance of wild orchids. The scent never failed to remind her of her homeland, causing a small smile to dance across her lips. Before her eyes opened, she focused all of her senses to allow the scent to wash over her entire being; she heard a dull, rapid thudding. Her curiosity piqued, she honed in on the sound, immediately recognizing it as Kal's heartbeat. Her eyes immediately snapped open, fearing something terrible must be afoot to cause her friend's rapid heartbeat. At that moment, she was glad her friend had taught her how to train her hearing to pick up the signature of another's heartbeat. Just as she was about to leap from her spot, her ears picked up the sound of labored breathing and…moaning? Focusing in more on the sound, she again recognized it as Kal's and that he was located across the hall from her own quarters.
Whatever could be bothering him, so? Is he having a nightmare? Without another thought, she was up and out of her room with the gift of speed granted to her by Hermes. She paused outside of his door.
"Kal? Are you unwell?" She asked, her voice a steady whisper.
When she received no reply, she waved her hand over the door sensor, instantly opening the portal. She entered the suite so quickly it took her a moment to realize he was not in bed. Hearing the spray of the shower, she swiveled on her heel to leave, but stopped mid-stride as she heard Kal's soft whisper through the door.
" Diana."
Her eyes immediately widened, He must've heard me barreling through the door. Now, I've interrupted his shower. He must think I've gone psycho Amazon again. She stood motionless a moment, deciding whether to acknowledge she heard him or just make a hasty exit. As she battled with her decision, she heard him again.
"Oh, Diana…..mmm."
This was a decidedly different sound than she heard before, it was huskier…breathier. Although she had yet to experience what it was to lay with a man, she did recognize the sounds of a man's passion. Her cheeks flaming, she had to catch herself against the door frame as her knees had suddenly grown weak.
He's—he's pleasuring himself while thinking of…me? The knowledge of that nearly bowled her over. Literally. Once she came to grips with that fact, she knew she couldn't possibly walk out until the act was done. She stood motionless, listening as her best friend gave himself the ultimate pleasure while envisioning her, the thought of such causing a coil to take root in her belly. She felt herself tighten and grow moist, especially when his grunts became more primal and his voice strained. Her nipples peaked and the towel had suddenly gotten too coarse, the fibers acting as a stimulant to her taut peaks. She bit back her own moan as she let the feel of the material and his grunts fill her senses, resting her head on the doorjamb. After a considerable amount time, Diana could sense that he was nearing completion; his grunts came more rapidly as well as the sound of flesh striking flesh. The sounds increased to a fever pitch until…until…
"Diana! Ugh….ugh…mmm…"
Diana nearly came undone at his outburst, her fingers digging into the industrial grade metal frame. She listened as his heartbeat hit a crescendo and steadily decreasing as he came down from the self-induced high. Oh, how she wished the Gods had blessed her with x-ray vision, as well.
Kal had never experienced anything as intense as that and was actually winded. Even when he and Lois had been intimate and he had to finish himself off, he had never been this depleted. For a fleeting moment, he thought he heard something in his quarters but was too drained to give it much thought. Besides, he figured the music and noise from the spray would mask any noise he'd made. He leaned forward and let the warm spray sluice over his body, so content that he didn't even detect the tell-tale hiss of his room door sliding shut.