DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN TITANS OR ANY DC/MARVEL CONTENT IN MY FANFICTION.

RATED M for language, violence and sexual content.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON(S). BE WARNED AND ENJOY ;)

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Previously on Weak…

"So… what do we do now?" My palms were starting to sweat as I saw no other option.

After what seemed like eons, Richard broke the silence.

"Bruce and I have been protecting Gotham for years and he wants to live his own life but it doesn't make sense that he would let it all go to shit. He hates Slade Wilson… we've been trying to get him for any illegal activity but he's clean. And with Wilson Corp rising in the business world, something doesn't seem right."

"What are you saying?" I arose from chair and stood next to Richard, wanting him to look at me.

"I have to take over Wayne Enterprise."

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"What do you mean he's gone?!" I yell into my phone as I drive into Wayne Manor.

"Babe, I mean exactly what I'm saying. Bruce is gone. Disappeared. Vanished. And he left no trace or clues as to where. That fucker."

Fuck.

So after Bruce finally convinces Richard to take over the business, Bruce disappears. Something is definitely going on.

Just last week, I was thinking everything would be as normal as we could get. Richard getting a day job and protecting Gotham at night as Nightwing. But now that Richard is going to be the head of Wayne Enterprises, things couldn't get anymore complicated.

Despite all the new stress, Richard has been calm, cool and collected.

"Babe?" I hear him say on the phone.

"Mhm, still here…"

"I don't want you to worry about Bruce."

"I'm not worried about Bruce, Richard. I'm worried about you. I'm pissed at Bruce for dumping everything on you. What is he thinking?!"

"I think there's more than he let on… I have a feeling he's looking for something. And if I were him, he'd be looking into Slade Wilson."

"Sure… how do we know he's not just on an island somewhere, basking in the sun with babes?"

"You know all that stuff is for show. He's not really into that stuff. His ideal vacation is with him and himself. I've been trying to look through the Batcave and in the database for any clues as to where he went and what he's doing but everything is clean. Are you sure he never mentioned anything to you privately?"

"Richard, you know that side of us is gone. As soon as I came back into your life, he has been distant and only concerned about his company and you succeeding it. And why are you giving him the benefit of the doubt?"

"Because… I know him Kory. I know he can be a dick but I know he wouldn't just disappear."

"Okay, I'm at Wayne Manor. Are we still going to dinner?" I pull my car into the garage, Alfred already awaiting my arrival.

"Change of plans, we're having dinner with Slade Wilson. Dress nice. I already told Alfred the time and place. I'll see you there. I love you." Click.

I took a deep breath. I looked at Alfred, who gave me a sympathetic look. "Define "dress nice"."

He gave me a smile and replied in his impeccably perfect British accent, "Well, you will be dining at the Chateau Noir, which I must say, is a very prestigious venue for the wealthy. Perhaps you can wear one of your own designs?"

I took a mental moment to scan through my wardrobe.

"Ah! I got it. Thank you, Alfred. I'll be ready in an hour, hopefully."

"Very well, Ms. Korinna."

"Just call me Kory, Alfred." I give him a smile.

"How about Ms. Kory?" He replied politely.

"I guess it will have to do. Say, Alfred, do you know anything about Slade Wilson?" I started walking into the manor through the connecting garage door.

" Mr. Slade Wilson is the sole owner and CEO of Wilson Corp. He founded the company when he was 30 years old and is a very accomplished business man. He was married once to a Lillian Worth when she passed away from a car crash. He has one daughter, Rose Wilson although, she has maintained a low profile since her mother's death. Mr. Wilson is a stern but charismatic man. To be frank, he's the kind of man who intimidates even Master Richard."

I shiver, "He gives me the creeps already."

I briskly run up the stairs into my room and go straight to the closet. I plan on wearing the full length royal blue velour dress, off shoulder, long sleeve with a slit up the middle with a dazzling embellishment of Swarovski crystals accenting the plunging neckline. It was in my fashion show back in Paris, and I was lucky enough to get one tailored to me. Hmm… what shoes… Ah! The floral Steve Madden pumps, one sided pump, pointed toe and stiletto heel.

How about hair? Big and soft curls. Make up? American Doll matte lipstick by Anastasia Beverly Hills, Kat Von D eyeliner and Snapdragon blush by Becca.

Thank god I know how to dress and apply make-up on my own.

I don't know what it is about red lipstick but it makes me want to fuck someone and plant kisses over their body as if I'm branding him. I bite my lip, just picturing Richard naked on the bed with all my lipstick kisses all over, especially near his wonderfully hard area.

Fuck.

Focus, Kory!

Ooh I can't forget to charge my Mac, I may need to work tonight. As I take out my Macbook from my Kate Spade satchel, a manila envelope fell out. I don't remember putting it in my bag. Maybe Rachel put it in thinking it was important. I wonder if it's important.

Gyah, 45 minutes left.

The envelope is going to have to wait. I fold it and shove it into my clutch. I may have some time to look at it on the ride there.

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I glance at the time, 15 minutes left.

"Alfred!?" I call out.

"Yes, Ms. Kory? The car is ready, I am just getting something for Master Richard for tonight."

I pack my clutch quickly with my lipstick, my blush, my phone and my wallet. The Black Audi Q7 was already running out in the front of the mansion. As I step out of the door, Alfred closes the trunk of the Audi and opening the back passenger door for me.

"Thank you, Alfred, I hope we aren't late."

"Ah, I do not believe being fashionably late is going to be an issue when Master Richard and the guests take a look at you, Ms. Kory."

I step into the car, blushing.

I do hope this dinner goes well. I'm not even sure what the dinner is for. Richard does not intend to merge the companies together.

Alfred gets into the driver side and puts the Audi into drive.

I can't help but feel uneasy since Bruce's disappearance.

"Alfred, did Bruce tell you anything about where he was going? And if he's planning on coming back?"

Alfred did not answer right away. Perhaps he was searching for the right thing to say as he could tell I was nervous.

"I trust in Master Bruce. He is not a brash or foolish man. He left with a purpose. Although I know nothing about what he means to accomplish, I believe he will come back. Master Richard also has faith in Master Bruce. I believe you should to and focus on the matters at hand."

I nodded to him and remained in silence through the whole ride.

And then I remembered the envelope.

The envelope is a regular 8 ½ by 11 manila envelope and despite it's size, there seems to be little to nothing in the envelope. No labels or markings. It's sealed perfectly.

I use my keys to make a tear at the opening of the envelope.

I compress the sides to expand the envelope enough to see the contents without touching what's inside.

A torn white piece of paper that reads Tamaran. Nothing else. The word was hand-written with black ink, unremarkable, could be from a regular ballpoint pen.

What does Tamaran mean?

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Chateau Noir was a gothic castle renovated to be a fine dining restaurant. And Alfred wasn't kidding about it being fancy. They had valets awaiting cars from Lamborghinis to Dodge Vipers to Bugattis. Even the walk up had a red carpet element to it. I'm starting to feel a little underdressed when I recognize women wearing Dior, Versace, Chanel and Vera Wang. And here I am in my own design. Great.

I hear my phone ring.

"Hello?"

"Hey babe- I'm running late... I need you to- to meet with Slade and I will join you-momentarily" He sounded out of breath, as if he was running.

"Richard, what's wrong? You sound out of breath?"

"-Later-go to go!" click!

I could already feel the impending worry of what Richard was doing. He's recently been preoccupied with researching Bruce's disappearance and Slade's rise in the business world. But it seems he only gets closer to the source when he's Nightwing. Although it's unrealistic for me to hope he won't get hurt, I wish he wasn't going in alone.

Alfred opens the passenger door for me and extends his hand as I step out of the car.

I gracefully walk down the carpet to the entrance of the restaurant where I met by the head waiter for Chateau Noir, who is impeccably dressed in a white tuxedo and slicked back golden hair.

"Mademoiselle Anders, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. It is an honour to have you dine with us this evening. Monsieur Grayson has already informed me that you will be dining with Monsieur Wilson and his guests and that he will be running late. If you could follow me…" He extends his hand in the direction of the entrance, adorned with a black velvet curtain.

A specific waiter pulls the curtain aside for guests.

The interior of the room was like the exterior, in a gothic style. Dark walls, dark alcoves and pillars accentuating the lancet arches around the room. All the furnishings made of dark oak with a lot of fine intricate detail carved of floral and animal representations.

The room was vast but had several different sections to provide privacy to its customers who all seemed to be there for mostly business than pleasure. I could feel a lot of eyes on me as I entered the center of the room. The waiter led me to the far back area of the gigantic room, and that's when I saw him.

Slade Wilson.

Despite looking to be in his late 40s, early 50s, he was quite an attractive and alluring man. He was wearing a black suit with black dress shirt with no tie. He had salt and pepper grey hair that was styled to be pulled back but would fall to frame his angular long face. He had deep, assuming grey eyes and high cheekbones enhancing the angle of his face. His thin long lips which seemingly expressed an arrogance and disdain for life.

Bottom line, he gave me the creeps. But I could not look away, as he stared right into my eyes as if he held my gaze against my will.

As I approached the table, another man seated with him stood up and held my chair behind me, allowing me to sit down.

This man was as tall as Richard, 6'0 tall, thick dark brown hair and grey eyes. He wore a navy blue suit, light blue paisley dress shirt with a maroon pocket square.

I saw down, "Thank you."

Slade expresses a little smile; more like the outer corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

"So this is The Korinna Anders." He extended his hand over the table.

As I leaned forward to meet his hand, my eyes fell on another guest. This time it was a woman; bleach blonde hair and although she was aesthetically beautiful, there was something rough about her. She gave me a nod of acknowledgement.

Slade had taken my hand and planted a kiss on it. I almost wanted to retreat my hand from his grasp, but I could not show my disgust, especially if Richard is supposed to meet him.

"I must apologize that Richard is running late tonight."

"Ah, why am I not surprised?He's got big shoes to fill now that Bruce Wayne is gone."

I gulp, as I try to breathe in and out. I don't want him to know he's intimidating me.

"I agree, Bruce left some big shoes to fill," I change the subject and turn towards the man who assisted me "I don't believe we've met, I'm -"

"Korinna Anders, former-model-turned-fashion-designer and co-owner of Thea Leon. I am Xavier Redding. Oh and before you ask her name- this is Rose Wilson. Slade's one and only dau-"

"Don't be so condescending, Xavier, I can speak for myself. Don't let him get to you, honey… he's kind of a belittling lap dog."

"Easy now… we are in a civilized setting," Slade eyed them carefully.

Xavier and Rose straightened their backs to this, as if Slade was their commander of their platoon. Richard wasn't kidding, Slade seemed like the Godfather, the way even his daughter acted around him.

Where the hell is Richard?!

I can feel my palms sweat at I slowly glance at the time. Slade would not break eye contact with me and it was starting to burn a hole right through my face. Xavier and Rose who were staring blankly forward, had turned their attention to someone else behind me.

Before I could turn to look, a hand rested on my shoulders.

"Sorry I'm late," Richard kisses me on the cheek as he agilely sits in the seat next to me. I could hear my heartbeat pulse and my face grow warm.

I was blushing as I could see Xavier staring at me with stern face.

"Ah, Mr. Grayson… finally." Slade articulated.

"I got caught up in some work, it won't happen again I hope. I trust Korinna was good company during my absence."

"Indeed, she was." Xavier replied, too quickly.

Richard turned to look at Xavier, and I could already tell in his eyes that he felt threatened by the comment, and I could feel him rest his hand on my thigh.

Richard gave his best fake smile, "I believe we haven't been introduced…you are?"

Before Xavier could reply, Slade interjected,

"This is Xavier Redding, he keeps things in order for me and this is my lovely daughter, Rose Wilson."

Richard turned towards Rose, who seemed all to excited to have Richard's attention (which is not so uncommon of the opposite sex).

The appetizer was served and soon what was banter turned into a complete business meeting. I could not, for the life of me, understand what they were talking about. But that may be perhaps I was distracted by Richard's lingering hand up and down my thigh, barely grazing my sexual areas.

I could feel myself get warm against his touch.

I would continue to eat to avoid speaking in the conversation.

We were on our third course when Xavier stands up from his chair and extends his hand towards me, "Would you like to dance?"

I didn't realize couples had gotten up and danced in the center of the ballroom. I was so distracted by Richard's touch. But how could I refuse?

I look at Richard, who nods briskly that it's ok (although I know I'm going to hear about it later).

I stand and take Xavier's hand who leads me to the dancefloor. He finds us a good space on the dancefloor that would put us the farthest away from our table. He places his hand on my right upper back side and with his hand raised with mine. I lightly place my left hand on his shoulder as we slowly start to waltz.

"I know about your boyfriend." He whispers.

"What do you mean?" I ask, trying not to get what he means.

"He's a pretender."

I laugh, "Think what you want."

He smiles, "What is a beautiful and strong woman, doing with an Bruce Wayne's wannabe playboy son? No offence but, I think you demoted yourself by dating Bruce and then Richard. This makes you more appealing to me… mysterious and sexy."

"What is it to you? If flattery is your way of flirting with me, it isn't going to work."

"Oh?"

"Based on your actions to Rose, I convinced you are not even worth a thought. You can tell a lot about a man's character by the way he treats the opposite sex. But because I'm being polite, I must dance with you."

"You don't know Rose, like I do. She may look lady-like now, but she's a tough one...which isn't my type."

"You look perfect together to me…" I glance over his shoulder to get a view of our table. Rose is gone from her seat, leaving Richard and Slade conversing intensely. I then see Rose dancing with another man on the dancefloor. She seems quite poised for someone described as tough.

"I like women who are mystical and seem to have something to hide…" he mutters softly into my ear.

I start to feel utter disgust. How do I get rid of him?!

Without realizing it, I bump into Rose and the mysterious man that asked her to dance.

"Oh, I'm s-sorry," the man said looking at me. He had thick, sandy blonde hair that seemed to be perpetually disheveled which gave him a goofy but attractive charm.

"Oh no, don't apologize! It's my fault, " He nods awkwardly, "My name is Korinna-or Kory for short."

Rose introduces him, "Kory, this is Dr. Garfield Logan. He's a geneticist at my father's laboratory."

"Hi," he says clumsily as he scratches his head and extends his other hand.

"-I don't mean to be rude but I think we should sit at our table." Xavier interrupted.

Before I could say anything, Xavier had already pushed me aside, his hand at the small of my back. I inch forward so that he is no longer touching my back and sit into the seat next to Richard. He didn't look at me as a I sat down, instead he was staring at Slade. I'm not really sure what he was thinking but I can tell that something is up.

Rose brought Dr. Logan to our table who ended up joining our table anyway.

I was fascinated by his knowledge of animal and human anatomy and genetics. Slade hired Dr. Logan to help in the advances of curing genetic anomalies.

"-genetic make-up is so important. It tells so much-"

"-Right you are, Dr. Logan. Can you imagine if we could look at species' DNA and somehow replicate and transfer them to enhance the human race? What a medical discovery!"

"That would be impossible." Richard declared.

"Ah… you have some doubts, Mr. Grayson?"

"Even if we could, there's no guarantee it can be done safely and work."

I could feel the tension between them, so palpable that I could hardly breathe. I had to do something so that it doesn't turn into a full blown argument. This man gets under Richard's skin. I'm not sure what he knows about Slade but all I know is, Slade Wilson is not someone you want to fuck with. What do I do?

"Father, I thought this was supposed to be a nice dinner with friends…" Rose spoke endearingly.

I wonder if she could feel what I was feeling…

Slade cleared his throat and smiled, looking towards his daughter with poise. "My apologies, darling."

I almost gagged… I hope I never hear Slade say 'darling' again.

I took Richard's hand from under the table and squeezed it slightly. His hand was initially fisted and relaxed in mine. He looked at me, and instantly softened.

"I hear you have a fashion show this weekend. And here you are, dining with us during the busiest time of the year for you." I could see Rose perk up as the conversation was turning into social female banter.

"You must take a great interest in fashion! I do have a lot to do, but I definitely need to take a break from work. Would you be interested in going?"

I hope I know what I'm getting into…

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"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!"

The rest of the night ended up being me inviting Rose to the fashion show which meant that I gave her some extra tickets so that she could bring some friends. Whether or not Xavier or her father was going to be there, I have no idea.

After we left, Richard did not speak a single word on the car ride home.

I took a deep breath and responded calmly.

"I was being courteous, they invited us to dinner and I invited Rose to my show. Is there anything wrong with that?"

"You can't trust her… she's Slade Wilson's daughter. And don't you find it odd that she just shows up now? There isn't much about her despite how her father happens to be one of the most powerful men in Gotham?"

"Well, I'm sorry! I didn't want to watch you and Slade disagree on just about everything there was to talk about. That wasn't what I signed up for. And Rose, who is probably in the same position as me, changed the topic and I wanted to show my gratitude for the acknowledgement of my work."

We were in his room, and he was removing his tie roughly and throwing it to the side.

He didn't respond to me but he wasn't accommodating to what I was saying.

I touched his arm and turned him towards me. "What is this about, baby?"

He looked into my eyes, and I realized it wasn't anger but jealousy that was filling them.

"This is about… Xavier?"

He turned away from me. Jackpot!

"Is this about him dancing with me?"

He took me by my waist. "I shouldn't have let him touch you. I, too, was being polite by letting him dance with you but I won't make that mistake again."

"Richard…"He pressed his forehead onto mine.

"It was a mistake to bring you into this… I'm sorry. But if there's one thing I won't forgive… it's the way Xavier looked at you the whole night. Did he say anything to you? I focused on Slade because if I even looked at your two, I would have snapped."

"Baby… don't worry about me. I found him repulsive and annoying."

His grip on my tightened, "I have a bad feeling about that guy. I hope he stays away. And if Rose is smart, she won't invite him to the show."

"You know I find you irresistible when you get possessive…" I trace a line on his chest where his shirt was open.

I could feel his hand lower to the roundness of my ass.

"Will you find me irresistible when I do this-" Before I could register his statement, he turns me around and pushes me onto the bed. I land bent on my forearms, with him full access of my derriere.

He carefully and briskly unzips my royal blue velour dress, revealing my strapless matching bustier and matching thong. His warm hand slaps my ass swiftly, the sting was a delightful surprise.

"Richard!"

He smirks as I look at him and slaps the other cheek. Mmmmmmm… why does it feel so good?

He unbuttons the rest of shirt, removes it and drops it to the floor. He then proceeded to kneel behind me, admiring me. Is it weird that I still get very nervous and self conscious when he looks at my sex?

But all of that goes away when he pulls my thong to the side and licks my sex gently.

"Mmmm...Richard…"

"Kory, you've been naughty… you're dripping for me..."

I close my eyes as I feel myself roll back into myself as I savour his mouth on me.

"As much as I want to make sweet love to you… I have to punish you for letting that asshole touch you…"

I could feel chills down my back.

I could feel his thumb rub against my clit as he tongued me more vigorously. This isn't fair… I could already imagine how hard he felt. I wanted him inside me. As much as foreplay felt good… it's overrated. But if it were the other way around, and I was sucking on him… hearing him moan and go vulnerable, makes me feel even hotter.

He knows that I could do without the foreplay. But he loves to torture by delaying the inevitable. And that's what he wanted… to want him so much so that when I got even a taste of him, he would pull back.

I moan, "Baby please… don't make me wait…"

He stops everything and straightens up, standing erect.

I turn around to face him.

He turns and walks away.

I get up quickly and take his arm. "Where are you going?!"

He looks at me with his gorgeous and conniving blue eyes, "I don't think you want me enough…"

I forcefully pull his arm so that he faces me. I grab his face with my right hand and kiss him fervently, as my left grabs his member. Hard. As. Fuck.

He stands stoically, only kissing me back enough to hurt my pride.

He's playing hard to get.

I unbutton and unzip his pants with my left hand. His pants drop to the floor, leaving him in his boxer briefs. I could feel his dick stiffen as I grab it through the opening.

He exhales.

I kiss his neck hungrily and speak in between, "What do I have to do to let you know that I want you?"

He looks at me and sucks on my lower lip.

I push him against the wall and kneel in front of him. Pull down in his boxer briefs, and gently tease his cock with my tongue. Moving circularly around it, I could tell Richard was trying his best to suppress his moans.

I grab his ass in both hands to get a better grip on his body. This man is too perfect. Why?

I enclose my mouth over the head and softly suck with his hands immediately in my hair, fighting the urge to pull my head towards his cock.

I release him, and shake my head.

"Nu-uh… you wanted to know how much I want you? I'm going to please you… carefully...until you can't take it anymore and you fuck me, like the naughty girl that I am."

He takes a deep breath, "I don't know how long I can hold on for, Kory. Fuck it!"

He picks me up in his arms and carries me out of the room.

"Babe! Where are we going? What if Alfred sees us?" I cover as many parts of myself as I can.

"Shhhh… he's going to be asleep anyway." He whispers as we enter the study room.

'You know… I'd much rather stay in your room."

He chuckles a little bit as he stands in front of a bookshelf. He pushes in a book with his foot which then triggers a laser over his eye. Retina eye scanner. You know what this means!

The bookcase pushes back and to the side, and reveals a hidden staircase into the Batcave.

"Bruce is going to kill us…"

"Babe, Bruce isn't here… besides, we can make as much as noise as we want down here." He kisses my temple in the darkness. I'm not sure how he can see when it's so dark in here.

As soon as we get to the landing, the computer monitors turn on as it senses our presence.

He sets me down in front of the monitor. All of a sudden, I feel out of place as I'm wearing only a corset and thong in The Batcave.

"You're not getting cold feet, are you?" He whispers, slapping my ass cheek.

"Never!" I grab his face and kiss him passionately, with my back against his body.

He feels up my breasts, knowing that his manipulation causes me to soak myself. I groan against his mouth as he vigorously unfastens my corset. As my body breaks free from its constraint, Richard turns me around and lifts me onto the desk. His hungry mouth engulfs my right breast, I wince when he nibbles my nipple.

"Fuck, this is so bad…" I murmur with ecstasy.

"It's completely your fault. If you hadn't got me jealous…"

He runs his finger against my sex, I could feel my wetness.

"Maybe I like jealousy-fueled sex…"

"Oh…? Well I suggest you don't wear heels tomorrow… not sure if you'll be able to walk."

I laugh, "In that case, I may need to work from home. Can't have my ladies see me in such a state!"

"Fuck, Kory…you're soaking wet." He grabs me closer and kneels. He vigorously removes my thong and begins to suck my clit.

"Mmmm...fuck me Robin…"

I feel him stop, look at me with his brow lifted, "Robin?"

I start to blush, remembering my adolescent crush on the Boy Wonder.

"You don't like it? I could call you Boy Wonder…"

He slips off his boxers and positions himself in front of me, as I wait for him to penetrate me.

"Don't you dare… I just think Robin is a cute name, something you would use just between us. I like it. Nightwing, on the other hand," He thrusts into my sex, making me exclaim in ecstasy, "would be really turn me on."

I bite my lip. My eyes roll back into my head. I can't even think, not sure how I can breathe right now.

And then a lightbulb goes off in my head.

"If… you really… want me … to call you… Nightwing, why don't...you put… your mask on?" I say breathlessly as he continues to fuck my sex.

I know it shouldn't make a difference whether or not Richard is Nightwing, but damn, I'd be insane to think it was sexy to have a superhero as a boyfriend.

"Pleaaaaaase?"

He sighs, "Fine."

I giggle, as he walks off in the dark and vastness of the cave.

This would be 2nd time being the Batcave ever and I don't think I could ever explore it alone. It's like the basement that never ends. And then there's the bat situation…

I could hear him walk back and as his body stepped into the light, I couldn't help but get weak in the knees.

Despite knowing that the love of my life is under this mask, he is a completely different man. I could feel the darkness from within. The man I love is funny, romantic (at times), and caring. I don't feel any of that looking at him now.

His muscles taut and his eyes intense, I couldn't help but feel vulnerable to this creature of the night.

"Are you ready for me?" He asks darkly.

I nodded, no words could escape my lips.

He lunges forward, opening my legs and grabs my behind. I could feel his member slip into me as he carries me over to a high desk. He starts off slow, making me ache for more. I could feel myself stretch willingly to his size. My eyes hypnotized by his. Despite the darkness of our surroundings, I could feel his eyes on my body. This physical and emotional yearning.

"Fuck, I'm so hot for you, baby." I exclaim.

This makes him go faster. My moans getting louder and my breaths labored.

I could see his body glisten with sweat and yet his breathing is steady.

I arch my back as he lusts for my now erect nipples.

"Mmmm… don't stop."

"Fuck Star… you feel so good." I could tell in his voice it was hard for him to hold back.

I looked at him as Nightwing, and immediately felt that our sex was more carnal than intimate. And more than anything, I wanted Nightwing to make me cum.

"Fuck me harder, Nightwing"

I could feel him click in and he proceeded to transfer me off the table and led me to a bed-like surface.

"Turn around."

I complied.

He brushes my hair aside gently, exposing my neck. He plants soft kisses on my neck as I fall into his strong body. His hands cupping my breasts, making me feel like his. His right hand reaching down to my clit. His fingers were long enough to finger my sex.

It's time to take matters into my own hands.

"You're going to lie down on the bed." I said affirmatively.

I wasn't sure if he would obey my demand, so I turned around.

His hands dropped to his side. His body towering over me, I repeated.

"You're going to lie down on the bed now."

He switched places me, never losing my gaze. He sat on the edge of the bed and then laid down. His legs still dangling off the bed.

I mounted over his legs with his member erect, waiting to get fucked.

I give him a little kiss, biting his lower lip.

"Are you ready for me, Nightwing?"

He nodded, placing his hands on my hips.

I slap them, "Nu-uh… no hands."

I slowly sit onto the head of his penis, giving him a little taste.

"Oh fuck…"

I raise myself up, denying him the pleasure of feeling my pussy all at once.

"Babe, please fuck me."

He slaps my ass.

I exclaim and completely sit on his cock.

He groans in ecstasy.

I proceed to bounce rhythmically, feeling the shape of his dick caress the walls of my sex. Mmmm this man got curves, if you know what I mean…

I start to move hips, adjusting to the perfect angle of penetration.

He closes his eyes as I get to the most desirable position. He licks his thumb and rubs my clit gently as I get closer and closer to climaxing. I can feel my ass bounce, clapping erotically on his body.

"Kory…" He grabs my breasts and proceeds to suck and nibble them one at a time. I could feel myself get wetter and wetter. My juices lubricating his dick and making gushing sounds.

"Star, you're going to make me cum…"

He holds my ass still and proceeds to thrust himself vigorously, filling me past the point of ecstasy.

It's almost unbearable, but I hold on… waiting for my orgasm to explode.

His tightens his grasp, "Fuck I'm going to cum…"

"Make me cum..."

He goes deeper into me until I can't take it anymore and instead of pulling out, he holds me down containing my orgasm.

"Yes!"

My pussy contracts, squeezing his dick.

His body arches, cumming into me.

He is breathless.

I collapse onto him, as he removes his mask and kisses my forehead.

"I love you, Star."

END

Thank you everyone for the reviews! I was completely blown away by the response of the last chapter. And I believe you guys deserve to have this lemony chapter!

I hope you enjoyed it because the lemon really delayed my update. I wanted to have an amazing scene with Kory with Richard, now that she knows he's Nightwing. Man, he's so sexy.

I also hope you guys like the direction it's going with all the characters that have been introduced. I have a lot planned so hopefully it all plays out and you all enjoy!

SPECIAL THANKS TO KickingAnders, Amazingxlivexlovexlaughx3, r0bstarfan, Stardust9415, Rose and Uzurii for reviewing!

Again, thank you all!

PLEASE REVIEW!

Love,

AiZoey