Guest: As interesting as the Penguin abducting Elissa is, I'm going to have to pass. I want to give Elissa as normal a childhood as possible here. I want to break the curse of every Bat-fam member being traumatized as a child.
Guest: Damian's not dead. Did I write that? I doubt it. I wrote him as trying to find his own path outside of Batman.
Making the Best of It
Chapter 37
Wayne Manor
Following the family's return home from vacation, Elissa readily pestered her father about her new puppy. He had hoped she had forgotten about the matter entirely, but he was wrong.
Instead of folding, he gave Elissa a task. She would be responsible for Ace's care for a week. If she could prove she was responsible enough to handle Ace, then she would have her puppy.
An ecstatic Elissa thanked her father profusely and hugged him. Her love swelling at the idea of having a puppy. She ran up to Ace and started playing with him, eager to demonstrate that she could have a puppy.
While Diana agreed with Bruce's idea and as much as she loved her daughter and the ocean of love in her heart, she doubted Elissa could manage the week.
It turned out that Elissa proved her right. She had fumbled in her duties two days in. Neglecting to walk Ace as were her duties, forcing Alfred to do it for her.
When her father explained that she was not ready for her own puppy, Elissa was dismayed.
She cried and sulked and threw a fit.
But neither one of her parents were going to give in.
She just wasn't old enough to handle the responsibility. Perhaps it just wasn't fair of Bruce to have a small child tend to such a big dig that was Ace.
But Bruce wasn't going to change his mind.
When the coast was clear, the dark-haired man let out the breath he held in relief. With Damian's animals he was just one more pet away from having his own farm.
The final days of summer approached, and the manor was less populated than normal.
Bruce and Alfred had departed for Paris under the guise of some Wayne Enterprises business, while his real mission was tracking a psycho with a dirty bomb.
Explaining why Elissa was at home. No reason to put her in danger.
Fortunately, there was plenty to do to occupy the dark-haired girl.
Diana laid down on a reclining lounge chair, sunglasses on her face, wearing a blue bikini, a red and blue sarong wrapped around her waist, soaking up the warmth of the sun.
The scent of chlorine wafted off the waves of the pool that rested before her. The occasional swaying of the water brought about by the wind jolted her sensitive hearing, the cool breeze of the wind tickled her skin.
She mused on what a peaceful day it was. Until…
She felt the cool wetness spray at her feet, and poorly stifled giggles, caused a smile to tug on her lips. Gingerly, she dipped her sunglasses down, azure eyes filled with amusement sparkled in them as she saw her daughter standing at the foot of the lounge chair, drenched from taking a dip in the pool, poorly obscuring the large water gun behind her back.
"And what are you doing?" Her mother inquired with skepticism.
"Nothing," Elissa responded innocently. A poor stifled giggle was released as she swayed her body side to side.
Her mother's eyes narrowed. "Really?" Her hand subtlety reached under her chair. "Then I suppose… this is unprovoked!" she declared, firing a tiny water gun.
Jets of cold water sprayed Elissa, who released a shrill cry as she was under fire.
In response, her body moved away, a hand pitifully trying to defend herself. Her other hand fumbled with returning fire, missing her mother by inches.
Both women laughing hysterically as they drenched one another.
They fired at one another for several minutes, racing around the patio and close to the pool until Elissa surrendered.
"Okay. Okay!" she said between unrestrained laughs.
Her mother looming over her, fired a final blast of water down Elissa's back for one last shot.
The little girl screaming in hysteria as she felt the cool liquid run down her back.
When she was certain it was over, Diana lowered her water gun and went to retrieve towels to dry them off.
As she was drying Elissa off by the lounge chair, Elissa wondered. "When's daddy and grandpa comin' home?" She looked behind her while Diana was drying her hair.
"In a week, my love." She assured kindly.
"Why couldn't I go?"
Diana leaned in close and answered. "Because daddy and grandpa are very busy and wouldn't be able to look after you." She kissed her daughter's cheek to cheer her up.
"Besides, we're having fun, aren't we?"
"Yep," Elissa chirped with a broad smile.
The Amazon sat her daughter on her lap. "And daddy should be calling us in a few hours," she reminded the girl.
Which was the wrong thing to do as Elissa began to swell in eagerness. "Can we call him now?" Her eyes shined with impatience.
Her mother shook her head no. "He's very busy and will only call when he has a moment to himself. And remember, Paris is six hours ahead of us in time. So, while the sun is up high here, it's probably setting already there," she explained plainly.
Elissa seemed to be absorbing what her mother had told her. Quietly putting the pieces together until finally understanding that she would not be talking to her father until later today.
She was a little disappointed, however, her mother hugged her tightly, banishing those emotions.
"No pouting," she chided lightly. "He will call us today. Your father has called us every day since he left, right?" She pulled back to peer down at her daughter. She was pleased to see her nod her head in the positive.
"Besides, we are having plenty of fun, right?" her voice oozed positivity.
"Yeah," Elissa started to brighten up at the mentioning of fun, recalling their water fight.
She felt her mother's arms pull her closer to her chest. "And let's not forget that tomorrow your Aunt Donna is coming over along with your brother Dick to play," she reminded her gently.
To which, Elissa exploded in excitement. Asking all sorts of questions filled with unrestrained anticipation.
So much so, her mother had to calm her down. "Tomorrow. They are coming tomorrow," she assured with an amused chuckle.
"How about some lunch?" she gently eased the conversation away from Dick and Donna.
They pattered into the manor, Elissa speaking aloud of the possible options for lunch.
Later that afternoon, Elissa patiently sat at the dining room table as her mother was setting up to take a facetime call from Bruce in Paris.
She idly kicked her legs back and forth, waiting.
"How much longer, mommy?" The little girl asked, her patience used up.
The raven-haired woman answered with gentleness. "Just a few more minutes, my love."
Suddenly, the tablet started beeping and it was revealed that Bruce was calling.
Diana quickly answered the call and the face of Bruce appeared on screen.
"Daddy!" Elissa squealed in excitement.
"My ladies!" the man replied with almost similar enthusiasm as his daughter, a grin on his face.
"When are you coming home, Daddy?"
"In a week, princess."
"I miss you," the little girl expressed sadly. She felt her mother rub her shoulder in a comforting manner.
"I miss you, too." Her father replied, he wanted to be home with them just as much as Elissa did.
"Where's grandpa?"
The dark-haired girl tilted her head, not seeing Alfred anywhere in the background.
"He went to a play, princess. He should be on his way back soon," he told her.
He saw her mood sour and attempted to alleviate the upset girl. "I got a few souvenirs for you."
She instantly brightened up. "What did you get me?" she eagerly asked.
Her mother chuckled, while Bruce responded. "You will just have to be patient until we get home," he said firmly.
"And I get some things for your mother," he said looking at Diana with a knowing expression.
"Oh?" Diana smirked at his expression. She was certain that it was something she and him would enjoy together.
A sultry smirk on her lovely face, stirred hot fire in the man. Being away from her for so long was wreaking havoc on his fabled willpower.
She, too, felt the difficult effects of being without her lover.
Many lonely nights without any sort of physical comfort that she was used to.
"I can't wait to see these… souvenirs." She said with hopeful playfulness.
He swallowed the fire down his gullet and turned back to his daughter's innocent face before Diana forced him to send Elissa out of the room so the two of them could have some alone time together.
"Are you being good for your mother, Elissa?"
"Uh huh!" She nodded her head.
"What have you been doing?" he inquired.
"We were playing in the pool. Mommy sprayed me with a water gun," she began.
"After she sprayed me first," Diana interjected quickly.
A smirk appeared on the dark-haired man's face. "Who won?"
"Mommy did!" Elissa pointed to the woman standing next to her.
"How are things in Paris?" Diana suddenly took control of the conversation.
"Business meetings are taxing," was all he said.
The woman noted that he was rubbing his eyes. "Is it that late over there?" she wondered with concern.
"I'm used to late hours," he said simply.
"What about your other business?"
She hinted at the possible attack on Paris.
Like a switch, Bruce turned to his other side. "Progress is being made," he said with an inflection of a deep baritone.
Elissa was ignorant to what her parents were saying but she was listening. And it sounded like there was something else going on.
The three chatted for a bit longer until it was time for Bruce to go.
That night Diana let Elissa sleep in her bed. She didn't see anything wrong with it. They had the whole house to themselves for another week.
The woman watched her daughter sleep peacefully. The rise and fall of her chest as she slept. She smiled, when Elissa unconsciously rubbed her eye before she turned over, her back to her mother.
Gingerly, Diana pulled up the covers that had been pulled down.
She mused that her daughter was acting like herself lately. No powers souring her cheerful personality. She was active, alive, and happy that it was infectious.
But she needed to do something about her daughter's powers. She needed to find out why they were in such dire straits.
Maybe petition the gods for some answers. She prayed that would remedy Elissa's worries. She was almost a completely different person when her powers were acting up. It was truly very concerning.
The next day, it was time for a little practice. First it came to Elissa's reading lessons which truly brought the little girl to life. She loved reading when her mother read to her. The stories were always engrossing and fun. Yet, when her mother told her it was time to read books on her own like a big girl, she was infused with resolve to carry on like a big girl.
Then they moved on to her math. Which wasn't really a bother for her. It was always quick and easy for her until they got to a hard math problem.
Finally, they moved onto the hard part: training.
Elissa's powers were dormant, but it was the perfect opportunity for her to learn control. She was handed some weights, a few bricks, and some flowers. It was a training routine for her to understand how much strength to use and how much pressure to use to hold something as gentle as a flower.
She saw Elissa struggle with the brick and weights as she had the strength of her age group. But then she saw Elissa smile as she held the flower in her hands. She inhaled it, finding the fragrance pleasant and offered it to her mother to examine it. Her mother accepted the flower and took in its scent, smiling in agreement at the fragrance.
When training was finished, Dick and Donna had arrived.
With an excited squeal, Elissa ran to them. Hugging her Aunt Donna's legs. "Aunt Donna!"
"Hey, pipsqueak." Donna hugged the little girl back, chuckling.
The little girl looked up, blue eyes sparkling. "Can we go swimming?" she asked hurriedly.
"Sure. Just let me change into my swimsuit," she answered.
Feeling left out, Dick interjected. "What about me?" Feigning hurt.
"What about you?" Donna snubbed playfully.
Elissa giggled witnessing Dick feign hurt. She let go of her aunt and tugged on her brother's hand. "Let's go swim!" she declared enthusiastically.
She pulled him along while he chuckled. Donna chuckled shaking her head and followed.
After a quick change, the dark-haired trio grabbed some water guns.
Their weapons were loaded. The rules of engagement had been declared. And war had been declared.
"Fire!" Dick shouted. Spraying Elissa, whom squealed in surprise.
Donna took a knee and shot him in the right side.
"That's my niece, Grayson!"
"It's water," he exasperated.
"Get him, Aunt Donna!" Elissa chimed in. Soaking Dick with her water gun. Donna quickly joined her, spraying his front.
Dick dramatically played dead, falling on his back with grunt.
Elissa jumped up and down cheering in victory.
Until…
"Ah!" Elissa screamed as Donna had saw an opening and fired a jet of water into her face.
"Aunt Donna?!" a shocked Elissa uttered.
"This is war, little girl!" a fervent Donna yelled.
Dick laughed from his place on the patio. He took a shot at Donna, surprising her.
"Hey!"
"That's my sister, Troy."
All-out war broke out again. The patio soaked from the spurts of water fired from the water guns.
Diana watched from the patio door, leaning against the threshold. An amused look on her face. The cries of excitement rang out as the trio raced around firing at one another.
Afterward, they ceased fired at one another taking a little break and refilled their water guns.
Diana watched as the trio huddled together speaking softly to each other, Elissa stealing glances back to her mother, a devious expression on her face. Only for her to be chastised by Donna to not look back.
Suddenly feeling nervous, Diana pushed off the threshold. Her instincts screaming at her.
"Charge!" Elissa heralded as she raced to her mother, squirting her water gun at her.
Diana raised a hand to block the rush of water. "Oh!" she exclaimed as she was hit. Sprinkles of water slipped into the house as Diana was left soaked.
Dick and Donna bided their time, water guns at the ready.
They watched as Diana wiggled around to avoid the jets of water until she managed to get a hold of the water gun and lowered it down.
"Enough," the damp raven-haired woman said, dripping on the patio.
Elissa could not control the eruption of giggles as a rush of adrenaline flooded her tiny body.
With her eyes on her daughter, she did not realize that she was still a target.
"Fire!" Dick exclaimed.
A squeal of surprise left both mother and daughter as Donna and Dick fired on them. They twisted and turned to avoid the jets of water, but it was futile and were left dripping.
Both mother and daughter were laughing as they were hit, hands up in vain.
Eventually, the shots died down and the victors relished at their one-sided victory.
Until it vanished as a disgruntled Diana frowned at them, hands on her hips. Drops of water dripping from her soaked hair.
She snatched Elissa's water gun and with great speed fired upon both of them, getting both of them in the face surprising them.
A smug smirk appeared of the older woman's face. Drunk on satisfaction of getting payback.
Donna gawked at the playfulness of her sister. She had never seen her like this before. It was a nice change the regal and responsible Diana that she had grown up with.
"Water war!" Dick declared, and with great speed had his water gun at the ready. But Diana was too fast and dove out of his line of fire and shot at his legs.
He dramatically cried out in pain as his body became too heavy for him to stand. Collapsing on his back, he played dead.
A little too much for the women's taste.
"Too much, Dick." Donna hollered as she evaded Diana and returned fire.
Elissa watched laughing in excitement as she watched her mother and aunt play. She quickly grabbed a spare water gun and filled it up in the pool.
She joined in the attack on her aunt.
"Get her, Mommy!" she said as Diana had Donna cornered near the bushes.
She shrieked as she was bombarded by water. Her face, chest, legs, and arms were all soaked. "Okay, okay! I surrender. I surrender," she shouted, panting slightly. To sweeten the deal, she dropped her water gun onto the grass.
The water barrage ended gradually, and the mother-daughter team lowered their weapons.
"I can't believe you did that?" an agitated Donna inquired.
"You started it," a nonchalant Diana responded. Which caused Donna to gawk in exasperation.
Elissa laughed at her aunt expression.
Dick saw an opening and took it.
The trio of women shouted in surprise as they were all struck by a blast of water. They turned to see Dick standing haughty.
"Looks like I win," he conveyed.
Unfortunately, both women were ferociously competitive.
"You were out first! / I got you!" the women rebuked simultaneously.
"That's cheating," the little girl scolded, wagging a finger at the acrobat.
Realizing that he was outnumbered and outgunned, he surrendered.
He pointed his water gun at himself and shot himself in the face. His eyes shut as water trickled down his chin.
The women chuckled.
"Good." A satisfied Donna nodded her head. She shared a look with her sister. "He knows he had no chance against us."
Diana nodded her head in agreement with her sister.
"If he had somehow managed to defeat us. He would have to face our secret weapon," she expressed knowingly, her eyes glancing down at her daughter, now filling up her water gun again, oblivious to what was being discussed.
All Elissa had to do was bat her crystal blue eyes and Dick would crumble under the power of those eyes.
Her father only lasted a couple of minutes before the little girl received whatever she wanted.
Dick wouldn't stand a chance.
The two women shared a laugh, while Dick cocked a confused expression. He soon dismissed it and walked over to Elissa.
"Hey, Elissa." He started.
Said girl looked up from the water, wondering what her brother was up to.
"Do you want to see how an acrobat jumps into the pool?"
"What's an acbat?" she struggled to say.
"Acrobat," he corrected. "And it's something that really cool. Want to see?" he asked.
"Okay," she nodded her head, intrigued.
"What are you going to do?" Diana and Donna strolled over to them.
"Dick's gonna be an acbat!" Elissa declared pleasantly.
The women shared a perplexed look before returning to the pair.
"Acrobat," Dick corrected again, smiling reassuringly.
Instantly, Diana interjected. "Dick, I don't want her mimicking your moves in her current state," she said with concern.
"Please, Mommy." Elissa pleaded, shining those big blue eyes of hers.
Diana stared into them and felt her resolve crumble. Her shoulders dropped in resignation. "Fine. But you will not attempt anything your brother does, understand?" she stated sternly.
"Okay," her daughter merely nodded her head in acceptance.
Donna was stifling an amused chuckle at the scene of her sister losing a battle with her own daughter after speaking about how the men in the family were easily defeated by Elissa.
Beaming, Dick took off. Racing to the patio he gave himself a running start. First, he used the lounge chair as a springboard, pushing of the nearby table with his hands, he performed a single somersault. His feet touching the patio for a second before he was airborne once more performing a double front flip and crashing into the pool with a huge splash, wetting the legs of the women and getting most of Elissa.
Elissa gushed in amazement. "Wow!"
Dick resurfaced, running a hand through his soaked hair and out of his face.
"What'cha think?" he inquired with a broad smile.
"My turn!"
"No!" Diana instantly rebuked. Elissa looked up at her mother hurt by her refusal. "When you're older," she promised.
The little girl merely pouted, crossing her arms across her chest, silently fuming.
Donna patted the little girl's head in a comforting manner.
"Come on. I'll let you try a cannonball with me," she said sweetly. That seemed to please Elissa as she uncrossed her arms and took her aunt's hand.
They walked over to the pool until they got close to the edge of the pool. Donna took Elissa into her arms, the little girl instantly held onto the woman. Donna pushed off the ground taking into the air slightly looming over the water, a worried Dick swam out of the way. Ceasing her flight, gravity took over and they plummeted into the water with a huge splash.
Swiftly, Donna surfaced with Elissa still in her arms. Drenched, Donna worriedly checked her niece. "Are you okay?"
Instead of answering the question, Elissa began to laugh in amusement. "Again, Aunt Donna!"
Placating the little girl, they went up again and again until it was time to stop. Dick and Donna said their goodbyes and went home while Diana went to put an exhausted Elissa to bed.
As soon as her head hit the pillow she was out like a light.
Diana sat on the side of the bed for a bit, watching her child sleep soundly. She was glad her daughter had a good time. She was playing so hard and running around so much that she was exhausted.
She lightly brushed some of Elissa's hair out of her face, causing her to stir slightly, her mother's breath caught in her throat until Elissa remained asleep.
She left the room quietly, shutting the door. She curled up into her bed with a comfortable sigh. The back of her head burrowed into the pillow; the blankets pulled up to her stomach.
She listened to the deafening silence that eclipsed her bedroom, the shadows drifting as the moonlight slipped through the drawn curtains. Her nose suddenly picked up a scent on the next pillow. Rolling onto her side, she picked up traces of Bruce's scent on the pillow.
Longing and sadness drowned her as she realized that she was lonely.
She missed Bruce.
Missed his voice. Or his minimalist grunts depending upon his mood. His smell fresh from the shower or his heady musk after patrol or whenever they made love.
The lulling sound of his steady heartbeat under her ear after they shared such passion that soon sent her to sleep.
She briefly wondered if it was too late to call him.
With a surprised jolt she reached for her phone on the nightstand. A battle within her raged between calling him or not.
Instead unsatisfaction won the day. After being alone for so long and being a woman with needs she resorted to carrying out the prospect herself.
Biting her lip, her hand slipped under the blankets, tickling her flesh as it journeyed down. Her other hand navigating the internet until she brought up what she was searching for.
Her eyes fluttered and toes curled as her fingers rubbed her sensitive folds. Her blood ran hot, her breaths labored, legs stretching along the mattress.
She gasped as a single finger journeyed inside her, eyes rolling in the back of her head. Her thumb drumming her loins as she stroked herself to a near climax. She teetered on the edge, her eyes glued to the screen, the video playing but she wasn't focusing on it. Instead, she was focusing on her thoughts which consisted of her and Bruce intertwined in unbridled passion.
She whimpered as the volcano of pleasure was about to erupt.
As her orgasm washed over her, her back bent like a bow, hot fire ran through her veins and electricity coursed through her. Her toes curled, biting her lip tightly to prevent her from crying out and awaking her daughter.
When she was finished, she collapsed with a thump. Her breathing labored; her sun-kissed flesh flushed red. Her heart pounded in her ears.
Her phone rested on her chest, seemingly ignored while Diana recovered.
Suddenly, her phone began to ring, surprising the woman.
She curiously inspected her phone and found out Bruce was calling. She immediately picked up.
"Hello?"
"Diana?"
"Yes."
"How are things?" Bruce asked. She swore he sounded exhausted.
"Fine. What about you?" she questioned curiously. They had spoken hours ago, and everything seemed fine. But a sinking worry planted itself inside her stomach.
"It's going," he struggled to say. "I have a few leads to look into," he informed her.
"You sound exhausted," she sympathized. "How late is it there?"
"Almost dawn," he answered simply.
"Way passed your bedtime," she chuckled. She heard his version of a chuckle which was more of a grunt than anything else.
"What are you doing up so late?" he questioned.
Panic hit her instantly. "I…" she trailed off trying to come up with an excuse. But she suddenly spoke the truth.
"I miss you," she expressed wistfully.
"I know," he uttered. "I'll be home soon," he promised. He suddenly leaned back from where he was sitting. "How much do you miss me?" he inquired wolfishly.
His question startled her. "A... A lot."
"What were you doing just before I called?" he pressed her.
"I was…" she swallowed, "I was fantasizing about us," she answered.
"Oh?"
There was silence over the line until he spoke again.
"What are you wearing?"
She could hear the huskiness of his words. And don't get her wrong but she liked it. So much so that she was starting to get ready for another session.
Her fingers traced the waistband of her shorts. Nervously, she bit her lip. "Shorts and a tank top," she added some sauciness to her words like sweet honey.
He swallowed. Stowing down the fire in his stomach. "Tell me what you were doing," he said to her sternly.
A sudden rush ran up her spine, finding his tone irresistible and doing it for her.
With a coy grin, she countered. "What do you think I was doing?"
"I think you had your hand somewhere it didn't belong?" he replied back.
She grinned in response. Her fingers teasing her waistband before slipping under it and finding her still damp intimates. Her fingers went back to work while still listening to Bruce.
He heard her start to breath heavy, his thoughts whirling at the knowledge of what she was doing alone. He suddenly felt his trousers uncomfortable.
"You're playing with yourself," he accused in a hard tone.
Her constrained giggles didn't change the intensity of his emotions.
"Well, you are not here to perform your duty," she countered. Her eyes rolled as the sensations started to flutter around her crotch.
"I would be if I didn't have some work to finish," he uttered with a grunt. A wolfish grin etched itself on his face, "Although…"
His tone made her pause her ministrations, craning her head in curiosity.
"We can still be intimate even though we are 4,000 miles away," he proposed.
"Oh?" An interested Diana uttered, one hand lifting her shirt exposing her bare breasts. Her dark colored peaks erect and had been poking through her shirt.
She heard him sigh heavily and then he began, "Why don't we tell each other what we would do to the other if we were together right now?" he suggested huskily.
She keened as a sudden rush of excitement ran through her. She found his idea quite pleasing. And she knew exactly what to say to get under his skin. And hopefully, her enticing words may convince him to hurry up and come home to her.
"Okay," she responded, joy intoned in her voice. Her fingers traced her breast in anticipation.
"Okay?"
"I'll go first," she whispered sultry.
His heart skipped a beat, he swallowed, his throat suddenly parched. His pants now uncomfortably tight that he had to unbuckle his belt and let him breathe a bit.
"I waste no time," she began, her breathing heavy. "I get you on your back easily," she told him smugly. Knowing he would be a bit upset about that.
"I hold you in my hand, your whimpering amuses me."
He scowled about hearing this, but he was still into it.
"And then… your lap is obscured as my head rests against it."
His imagination ran wild, picturing Diana pleasuring him with her mouth. Her head in his lap, her dark hair covering the entirety of his lap, blocking his view.
"Your moans please me. My loins run hot with liquid ecstasy, my hands holding you in place. You are helpless. My strength insurmountable to yours. Finally, after getting tired of foreplay, I release you. For a moment, I admire the refined body of yours. Every muscle, every scar a testament to your abilities. Impatience gets the better of me and I mount you. My feet rest of your thighs, unveiling myself to you in its entirety. My blood hot as you gaze upon me with unabated desire. Your hands hold me in place, while my hands were not idle. Your gaze fuels me and I play with myself before your eyes. Your unblinking stare leaves me hot, and my body can no longer wait."
His hand went to work on himself having been defeated by her fantasy. She, too, was working herself over, her cheeks flush.
"I take you inside me without any resistance. We rock against one another roughly. Our passionate grunting forms an erotic cacophony of bliss. The bed beneath us rocks adding to the discord. Sweat drips down our bodies, but neither of us care as our eyes never left the other, even with our rigorous coupling. Your hands hold me tight, squeezing my posterior. You surprise me with your sudden and aggressive motion of pulling me to you. My knees now squeezing your ribcage as our union never breaks and our coupling never stops with the change in position.
My tongue laps at a bead of sweat running down your cheek, its salty on my tongue. You bite my neck, leaving a mark. Your branding of me brings a strange sense of adoration to me. And I proceed to give you a mark as well.
We climax simultaneously, our combined cries loud and passionate as our love making. We are still, covered in sweat, blood hot as we try and cool down. Your seed nestled deep and securely inside me. I feel so full as we are still connected. Staring into the other's eyes, love burning inside until we kiss heatedly, hands tracing the other's flesh. And our bodies begin to stir, ready to experience blinding passion once more."
She ceased speaking as her voice was haggard, panting heavily. She had been whimpering for some time as she told him her fantasy, followed by a loud high-pitched stifled scream indicating that she had climaxed.
Her heavy breathing made his blood run hot, as his hooded eyes slowly inched downward to his drawers, examining the aftermath of his own climax.
He swallowed his parched throat finding a suitable substitute for water. His heart pounding in his chest like a jackhammer. Once he had calmed down a bit, he started his own story.
"We start out as you said," he started. His voice startling the recovering Diana. With a rush of enthusiasm, the woman's hand went back down below her waist.
"But this time, I have you on your back, naked. Your splendid body on full display. You make no move to cover yourself. I soon join you. You bite your lip in anticipation as the bed shift from our combined weight. I start off with a light kiss that quickly turns heated. Your hands pull me closer, while mine journey along your incredible curves. A tingle jolted along your skin while our tongues are intertwined.
I break our kiss and stare into your eyes, seeing the trust and love that I try to never take for granted. I place tender kisses along your cheek and chin, going down your naked, pausing to suckle the tender flesh that makes you whimper in ecstasy. My hands gently slide along your body, my fingers lightly tickling your sides before they land on your breasts. In unison, my hands and mouth tender to your bosom, licking, sucking, biting, pinching, and pulling in combinations that leave you guessing.
Your moans spur me onward, as you toss your head from side to side from the pleasure. Your legs kicking about along the sheets. My manhood burns into your thigh, impatience and delight start to get the better of me. I journey down to your belly leaving kisses in my wake. My hands on your hips, while my mouth tends to your navel, blowing cool air into your belly button that leaves you dizzy, your head tilted backward.
Abruptly, I pull your legs apart swiftly, opening you up and giving me a clear view of how aroused you are. I waste no time by shoving my face in between your honeyed legs, slurping up the tangy bounty stored inside your loins. You scream a rapturous chorus that was music to my ears. My tongue swirls around your lips, your puffy and excited lips. You ooze your excitement, which is sweet on my tongue.
So sweet that a yearn boils inside me demanding more. My tongue soon finds itself inside you, plunging inside your depths, going as far as possible, scraping inches from your womb. Your blissful moans arouse me, my manhood aching to join you."
Diana's face was beat red, her heart racing, her hands diligently pleasing herself as Bruce's fantasy worked its way through her mind, pumping liquid euphoria throughout every nerve inside her body. Her fingers were a blur, a wet and obscenely loud squelching sound rang through her ears and echoed throughout her bedroom. Her climax was a razor's edge away, but she resisted to hear the rest of Bruce's fantasy.
"I grip your ankles raising them high, leaving your prepared mound and readied myself. Teasing us both by scrapping against truly becoming one with you. Finding the teasing irritating, you scowl at me, and your hands grab my hips, pulling me close enough to penetrate. I am amused by your frustration, flashing you a grin.
Your eyes narrow and surprise me by grinding yourself against me, eliciting a hiss from me. Coming to a silent agreement with you, I lift your legs up and come in for a landing, sliding myself inside you easily. You are warm and welcoming, safe. We share a passionate stare before we both find a comfortable rhythm. As we make love, your hand grips the back of my head pulling me into a kiss, while the other clutches my shoulder. We moan into the kiss as nothing else matters, no words necessary. We just do what comes naturally to ourselves and demonstrate how much we love each other.
Our bodies rock against one another, our heart working in unison. We pull each other closer fearing we would be separated by some invisible force. And soon our love making reaches a crescendo, you nip at my throat as you tighten around me, and I explode inside you filling you deeply and to the brim.
I collapse atop of you, almost smothering you, but it meant nothing to you as you can bench press a tank. We feel so close by our diminishing union and the sticky feeling of our sweat fusing our skin. Your panting breath and the jackhammering of your heart into my chest gives me a rewarding yet pleasant feeling. As if, this was where we were supposed to be—together.
I can feel you languidly using your arms and legs to hold me closer, I feel your soft lips lightly peck my cheek in gratitude. Then our heads fall against the other relishing the respite."
The dark-haired man stared down at his hand, evidence of his pleasure plastered against it. He could still hear her panting over the receiver provoking a familiar stirring in his loins. However, a mere fantasy was not enough for him, and he had a feeling it was feeble to her as well.
It took a few minutes until Diana had found her voice. "When are you coming home?" She sounded desperate and lonely, and just under that eager to continue but face to face.
"Soon," was all he could say. He, too, desired to be with her.
"Come home soon," her voice was sweet like honey.
She hung up before he could respond. She felt if she continued to hear his voice any further in her condition, she would fly all the way to Paris to ravage him.
He sighed in contemptuously. He hated being apart from her as well. He wanted to see her—be with her. And he wanted to hold his little girl. She appeared to be growing like a weed and he was missing it.
The next morning Diana was diligently working with Elissa on her reading. She was starting to be a great reader now. Which was a stark contrast as she refused to be doing the reading but after a while Elissa warmed up to it.
While in the middle of Elissa's studies, the phone rang. Diana retrieved it and discovered Bruce was trying to facetime them.
"Elissa, your father is calling," the raven-haired woman informed. The little girl instantly perked up.
"Daddy!" she exclaimed excitedly.
Elissa took the phone into her hands and was greeted to the sight of her father.
"Daddy!"
"Hey, baby girl. What are you up to?"
"Reading," she readily answered.
"Good. Where's your mother?"
"I'm here," Diana hollered, getting into view of the camera. "Are you okay?" she was delighted to see him; her body was still humming from last night.
"Yes, I just wanted to check in. And hopefully, I should be home sooner than expected," he disclosed.
Elissa instantly was enthusiastic at the prospect of her father coming home. "Really? You promise?"
She bombarded her father with questions causing her mother to chuckle.
"We'll see," her father answered guardedly. He was not completely sure about returning home early but it was very possible considering the lead he discovered.
"Would you like to talk to Grandpa?" he asked.
The little girl's eyes brightened with adoration.
When Alfred appeared on the screen, Elissa immediately began talking. "Hi, Grandpa!" she spoke sweetly.
"Oh my, Miss Elissa, is that you? I swear you are bigger since I last saw you." The older gentleman expressed incredulously, teasing the small child.
Elissa, however, seemed to puff her chest in pride. Although, she had no idea if he was right or not. They chatted for a while and somehow Elissa managed to convince Alfred to bake his famous double chocolate chip cookies.
Paris, France
Beneath the City of Love within the macabre catacombs, a bloody Batman sighed in relief as he managed to disarm the nuclear device. The clock stuck between three and two seconds. On the ground were almost two dozen unconscious terrorists.
Weary, Batman crouched down, taking a breath.
Languidly, he scanned the area for further hostiles but came up empty. The terror cell was defeated, and nuke disarmed, and the local police were being alerted. All in a few nights work.
But something else weighted on him.
He grumbled bitterly, "I'm getting too old for this."
It was close. Way too close to being vaporized along with a city of over two million souls. It was difficult. He came to realize he was getting older. Already forty, it was all downhill from here.
No matter how much you train, and diet, time and injuries always win out in the end.
Which begged the question: how much longer can he continue to be Batman?
Not for much longer.
NEXT: Normalcy