Just Another Day At Wayne Manor

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Dick found himself cursing every god he knew, sitting stiffly in Bruce's large Bat Cave chair. Letting out a small hiss of pain he ground his teeth in utter frustration. He had been doing reconnaissance, trying to find leads on Killer Croc who recently, had been becoming more aggressive and stronger. Ended up tracking him down at the local hospital.

What was the problem in that, or maybe why was he injured, one might ask? Well, the answer to his current problem lied in his unwanted tag along.

And what was that problem? Oh, he didn't know. Maybe it was because she decided she wanted to wear a white long sleeved cheongsam dress that tightly hug her large chest with slits on both sides, reaching up to her fucking hips! Did he mention that whenever she jumped or kicked he could easily see her covered core?!

Just as he was going to take Croc down he managed to get a glimpse of her firm and round bottom and froze. Not even a second later a medical table magically appeared, slamming in to the back of Nightwings legs, sending him down to his knees. That moment of distraction was all the beast needed to attack, clawing at his forearm and knocking him away before heading towards Kagome.

So not only was he hurt, and constantly being distracted by her provocative cheongsam, but Croc had to go a make it worse! He managed to tear off the bottom front part of the dress and the top, revealing a lot of her breasts and some of her underwear.

God, did she look sinful as she stood up from the rubble, some of her now loose back hair covering half of her face, one bright blue eyes glaring a promise of retribution at the mutated criminal that had thrown her at the now destroyed wall. He don't know how she did it but next thing he knew, Kagome was somehow hanging upside down on Killer Croc's back, holding his arms, her left leg chocking him with the help of her other leg.

(AN: think of a reverse choke hold but she's using her legs and is upside down.)

Of course he was even more distracted by the lovely view she was giving him, her lacy black underwear rear in view, not to mention watching the way her muscular legs flexed as she pulled harder.

As he walked over to the struggling duo he tripped, catching himself in time, flipping back on his feet. Looking around he frowned, finding nothing but bottles and pills, never noticing the thin white wire slack on the floor.

Killed Croc seemed to be unable to move, trapped in her strong hold, seconds later the overgrown brute began to fade out before losing consciousness.

That was one of the quickest takedowns he had ever seen and if he were to be honest, she looked hotter as she chocked him while smirking.

"Well, that was a thing." Kagome said smiling cheekily at him as she once more fixed her hair. Fixing it as much as she could she frowned when she realized the state of her dress. She stomped her white calf length heeled boot in anger. "He ruined my Cheongsam!" She cried out, her gloved hands clenching. "Why you little-" she trailed off glaring at Croc's lax form.

"Now, now," Nightwing began stepping between her and Croc. "It's nothing Bats can't have fixed. No need to dismember the poor fool."

"But look at me- at my favorite dress!" She exclaimed pulling at the torn top of her dress and tugging. "It's. ruined. Nightwing!"

He coughed in embarrassment feeling his face redden when he realized with each tug her breast bounced. Oh what he wouldn't give to be able to mold his hand against her luscious breast. He wondered if her flesh would taste as good as she smelled?

His gaze remained fixed on her barely clad chest before railing down to her legs. So long and powerful. Just imagine how they would feel wrapped around his waist as he-

From the ceiling dropped down Damian. Right on top of Dick, sending him sprawling on the ground groaning in pain. He looked from Nightwing to Kagome, down to Killed Croc, and back at Kagome.

"Damian!" Kagome exclaimed in shock, happy to see her little brother, completely ignoring her foster brothers current position on the floor.

Handing his sister his cape, Damian demanded she put in on, throwing a nasty glare down at the black clad vigilante.

"Lets go. Police are on there way." He said grabbing Kagome's hand and pulling her along. "Cuff him, dullard." He demanded as he walked off with his half-sister.

Dick hisses out at a particularly painful jab from the needle Alfred was using to sew him up. Did he ever mention how much he hated that little demon spawn from hell, he thought as he held an ice pack to his head with his good hand. Damn brat gave him a nasty bump on the forehead.

"Seems like you need to put in more time training." Damian commented from up top the stairs. He smirked at the vicious glare thrown his way.

"Shut it, you- ouch!"

"Last one, Master Dick." Alfred said as he tied the stitch and cut it. "There, good as new. Will you be staying for dinner? I shall be making Devon crab with Beluga caviar, as well as Scottish lobster, and quail eggs."

Dick threw Alfred a smirk, choosing to ignoring Damian. "Like I could resist you famous 'Seafood Treasure' Alfred."

Little did Dick know, he should have refused because Damian was reporting back to Bruce all that happened that night.

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Soooo if you didn't catch it. Damian flung the cart at his legs and tripped him with string.

Anyways. Next chapter, dinner.

Sucky chapter but hey, I'm no professional. Doesn't help that I've been working crazy hours... lack of sleep makes my writing worse.

Til next time!

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