okay yeah i got out of the Christmas cheer, and i got tired and everything soooooooooooo i just threw in anything. not my best chapter ever, but hey at least its finished...and now i can focus back on Queen Kobra! wooooooooooo! thank LibraDiva83 for reviewing! love you girl!


Chapter 3

They laid there within the shop for what felt like hours – and it was. The GPD was having a hell of a hard time disabling the bomb Mad Stan had set up. No matter what they tried they couldn't do anything without nearly setting it off. Barbara even had to secretly contact Bruce for a little help; if anyone knew about bombs, it would be him. Meanwhile everything below on the main floor where the other hostages were seemed to calm down significantly. The real threat had been dealt with, now there was only the waiting.

And during this waiting while secluded on the upper levels of the shopping section Max's mind was racing a mile a minute with questions and fears burning at her brain. She should be happy, lying here with Terry, the Dark Knight resting comfortably in her arms. For once Max felt truly needed; as if she could be of some form of help. But at the same time being in this predicament was more confusing emotionally for the girl than anything. This was what she wanted and had always desired; but his feelings were unknown, and the suspense was killing her. She had to know. She had to know the truth. "Ter-er-Batman?"

"Yeah Max."

"I don't believe you."

The response is that of the vigilante sitting forward and turning to eye Gibson directly in the face. One brow raised he asks, "What are you talking about?"

Max blushes and removes her hands from his frame so that he could fully gaze upon her. "You asked why I don't believe you, before? It's because something like that isn't possible for me. My life isn't that simple, not that enjoyable. Something like that just…isn't possible for me"

"You've got to be kidding me!" Batman yells angrily, causing Max to jump in surprise. He takes her arm and squeezes tight. "Max, the type of woman you are, if anything you deserve it more than anyone else in this world! You don't care about yourself enough, too busy putting others ahead. I wish you could see yourself like others do…like I do."

Max bites her lip. "I can't love someone."

"Says who? You can do anything you want."

She looks deep into his white glazed eyes and disputes, "I CAN'T LOVE MY BEST FRIEND! I can't let myself become vulnerable like that. Especially when he doesn't feel the same way. How can he?" she rants with a frenzied tone moreso to herself than the knight, "He loved someone so much for so long, and I stood by and watched. Even though it hurt me so bad on the inside, I wanted him to be happy. And when she broke his heart I couldn't even help pick up the pieces from the dude I've known since we were kids and who I've loved for so long! I've tried to move on, but its hard! I can't love my best friend, it's not right-!"

Her sentence is cut off as something slams against her lips with a fierce growl. Max's eyes open wide at Batman practically throwing himself on top of her. "Shut up, you're going to make me feel worse."

"S-stop—."

"No. Not anymore." He couldn't grasp what he was doing; his brain screamed no but the heart burned yes. Terry wanted her…in many ways he supposed he had always wanted her. Max's beauty and incomprehensible lack of self love had always intrigued the boy; especially since she could project that onto someone else at a whim without pause. She was, in many ways, more of a hero than he could ever be. "Bruce, turn off everything. You're not going to want to see this." Immediately the order is carried out and Batman no longer holds back. His palm presses against Max's large chest, feeling and maneuvering his touch there. She sighs out, tossing her head back. She could try and resist all she wanted – it didn't mean a damn thing here.

He wanted her: her heart, her soul, her body. That deliciously curved frame that practically demanded for him to touch it with every motion it could make: from walking down the hall to class, playing a vid game, or crossing its legs at the lunch table. So many times he wanted to make it his – and now he could. The heat was smoldering as their breathing turns laborious. Batman begins to kiss her neck, planting his self between her legs, feeling her warmth with a pleasurable exhale. Max gasps at the sensation of his rock beneath, blushing at the realization of what she was letting him do. Her shirt discarded and bra barely off before Batman's lips make contact with her breast. Max's fingers reached for where his hair should have been, but the cowl abruptly stopped her attempts. Not giving a damn anyway she ripped the cowl from his face, pulling his lips back to her own. This was what she wanted. Yes, she wanted this; that was the answer that they both had reached as McGinnis places his hands on the low of her back, prompting her legs open even more – and she obliged him, watching as he pulled the suit down from his body and giving view to his developed figure.

Before long he had entered into her frame completely, and made love to her like he'd never done before. This woman's body was the epitome of perfection, it curved and moved and danced in ways that made pleasure erupt through his being so swiftly it left him dizzy. He could only hope that she could feel the sensation as well; and in his need to make her realize what he was now, he loved her deeper, more passionately enough to make Max nearly scream out.

They tossed back and forth within the shop, their fiery embraces as neverending as their love making seemed to be. As afraid as Maxine had once been all those fears were melted away with the sweat that rolled from their bodies. She had nothing to fear any longer. This was meant to be. It had to be. The explosion of ecstasy finally releases itself, and they cling to one another for dear life; fulfilled in the passion that'd just been delivered…..they were one.

**** "Alright people, file out one at a time, that's it," the officers command as the hostages step outside in the early morning sunrise. Barbara Gordon slams the door closed on Mad Stan's transport vehicle with a scowl. Maniac. Her eyes capture, however, an all too familiar figure stepping out of the doors. "McGinnis?"

Terry turns from his conversation with Max and nods in acknowledgement to the Commissioner before finally taking the pink haired beauty's hand once again. "Merry Christmas, Max."

Max leans against Terry's chest with a soft smile. "Merry Christmas Terry…I love you."

"I love you too."

TO BE CONTINUED…