Note: I am going to give this one a soft "M" rating. And in the previous chapter, the stuff about the salt, I got that from the TV Show Supernatural.
I am still owning of the nothing.
Chapter Fourteen: New Stuff and Old Friends.
"It is made with a material that I developed years ago, but was never put to use," Mr. Fox explained. "I call it Shear Mail. Consider it a suit like chainmail only the links are a hundred times smaller and much lighter. It will stop pretty much what his suit does, that is knives and everything but a direct bullet, and it is flexible for movement such as your require."
Buffy stared at it in wonder. It was a black body suit, strands of silver interlaced through it, making her think of a spider's web. She reached out, touching it with her fingers, and finding it not only strong, but soft like silk to the touch. There was even a matching mask, one that only covered her eyes.
"The silver strands are actually there for current. This suit is water proof, so you don't need to worry about getting electrocuted in the rain. But the suit can store electrical energy, which you can propel outwards via the gloves." He handed them to her. They were made of the same material as the rest of the suit. "And the boots are padded so you don't fry yourself." He placed those in her hands as well.
"Cool!" She exclaimed, almost jumping up and down in her excitement. "Oh! Where can I put it on?"
"Right over there is fine." Lucius pointed back the way he had come, behind the equipment. He took the suit off of the mannequin and handed it to her. She took off like with Slayer speed and disappeared from sight. "I think she likes it."
Batman just nodded, hiding his amusement.
Buffy had to admit it. She couldn't help it.
She looked damn hot in this getup.
It not only fit her snuggly and perfectly, but it held up what it was supposed to hold up with concrete efficiency no matter how high or how much she jumped up and down.
"Wow! All these years of slayin' this and slayin' that have really paid off in the tone department." She slipped on the boots and the gloves and the mask, tying her hair back and up with a black band she always wore on her wrist just in case.
Giddy with excitement, she dashed around the equipment, actually squealing in delight, and damn near tackled poor Mr. Fox to the ground.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She said, kissing his cheek. "It's great!"
"You're welcome," the man laughed, pleased that she liked it, but in fear that her gratitude would endanger his personal health. "So?" She said, releasing Lucius, and turning toward Batman, spreading her arms out at her side and turning around in a circle.
"Nice," he commented. "Let's go."
Buffy huffed as he turned and returned to the Tumbler. "Nice?" She muttered, waving at Lucius, who was chuckling, as she followed the Bat to the vehicle. "All I get is 'nice'?"
To say the night was uneventful was an understatement. There were a few vampires to take of that were prowling around in the North City Park. And Buffy detected a presence hanging around an old abandoned warehouse, but it turned out to be a Glujitz demon, totally harmless to humans. He reconfirmed what she had learned from Bhul earlier, about the bounty on Batman's head. He talked to Buffy for about a half hour about the demons in the area, and where he believed them to be hiding, but he knew nothing more or anything new.
While she was listening to the Glujitz, whose name was Druythuilrgil, or something like that, Batman caught a couple of guys trying to break into a pawn shop six blocks over. He allowed them to trip the alarm just to get the cops to the area, and then left the two would-be burglars tied to a street lamp.
The sun was just cresting the horizon when the Tumbler landed in the cave. Buffy was glad she had thought to pick up a few items of clothing to wear from her room in the museum after finding the dagger, or she wouldn't have anything to wear now considering she had left the clothes she had been wearing at Wayne Tower after putting on her new…outfit. Uniform? What did she call it?
Bruce told her that he would put the dagger in the safe upstairs. She wondered if it was a good idea to keep it here at the mansion, but he told her not to worry.
She changed over by his work table, unsure of what to do with her suit (?). "Do I just hang it up somewhere, or what?" She asked as he came around to where she was. As he walked toward her she couldn't help but stare. While he looked amazing in the Bat armor, and he looked absolutely debonair in his custom Italian suits, he looked completely gorgeous in jeans. She had honestly thought he hadn't owned a single pair of jeans since she had not seen any in his closet the other day.
Her uniform, or whatever, folded up nicely and she sat it aside on the table with all the accessories that went with it. "I'll make room for it with mine," he told her, setting the dagger down on the table. He then proceeded to pick her up by her waist and sit her on the table. "You know, I meant to tell you how…stimulating you looked in your new attire, but, you know Lucius was standing right there and then the Bat isn't known for his complimentary jargon, so…"
"Stimulating, huh?" She smiled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Really? How stimulating exactly?"
"Extremely," he told her, brushing her lips with his. "So much so that… Wait a minute." He held up a finger, then pulled away from her and ran back through the cave. He was only gone for a few moments, and then he came running back, standing between her legs while she sat on the table, putting her arms back around his neck before wrapping his around her waist. "I made sure the elevator was locked. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, I remember." Buffy started giggling. "So much so that at times the armor was a tad bit uncomfortable." That made her full out laugh.
Then his mouth was on hers, and he was pulling her as close as physically possible. His slipped his hands under her shirt, and up, undoing the bra clasp, and then running his hands slowly up and down her back.
"I just put this stuff on," she told him jokingly as they separated long enough to help the other pull their shirts off. The bats were making a whole lot of noise, and some were flying around in the main part of the cave. Just as long as they stayed out there and didn't come in here, then everything would be fine.
Her fingers traced the scars on his back as he pulled her up and laid her on the table, climbing up with her. His mouth left hers, trailing open mouth kisses down her neck, over her collarbones, and then down over her breasts. She dug her nails into his shoulder blades, making fresh marks over the older ones from the other day. He pulled away, leaving only long enough to pull off her shorts and his jeans, and then he was back, pressing her down into the table, moving tools and the like over with a sweep of his arm. Some of them hit the stone floor making loud noises that seemed to make the bats even more vocal. They both ignored them.
So close. She arched her back, feeling him just beginning to…
"Master Wayne."
Alfred's voice sliced through the cave, sounding as if he were on a bullhorn. They froze and then Bruce slammed his hand down on the table. "Damn it!" He swore, climbing off the table, throwing his jeans on and then going into the main cave where the computer was. Buffy sighed, and then kicked at nothing in frustration. Come on, she wanted to scream.
"Yes, Alfred," Bruce answered, managing to keep the irritation out of his voice and sound perfectly normal.
"I just wanted to tell you that Buffy's friends will be here shortly. Their plane touches down at the Gotham Airport in forty-five minutes."
Forty-five minutes! Buffy jumped off the table and put her clothes back on as quickly as she could. She heard Bruce tell Alfred to bring the Rolls around and they would be up in a moment.
"There is some kind of conspiracy, isn't there?" Bruce asked as he took his shirt from her. He sighed, running his hands through his hair. "I have to go into the office. Go with Alfred to pick up your friends and I will put the dagger into the safe. I will be home by lunch." He kissed her, deeply, and they both had to force themselves to pull away.
Once upstairs, Buffy headed out to the car where Alfred was waiting. She got into the front seat with him, and they took off for the airport.
The plane was fifteen minutes late. Still a little (sexually) frustrated, she could not help but be happy (and forgiving) when she saw her friends exit the gate of their terminal. She waved at them frantically, running over, and embracing Willow and Xander and Kennedy each in turn. And then she and Will did their little happy dance, which was really just holding hands and jumping up and down. Then she led them over to where Alfred stood.
"Willow Rosenberg, Xander Harris, and Kennedy," Buffy began, realizing that she had never heard her called anything but Kennedy, "This is Alfred Pennyworth. Alfred, these are my friends."
"I'm Mr. Wayne's butler," Alfred said, shaking everyone's hand in turn. "It is a pleasure to meet you all."
"Likewise," said Willow with a big smile on her face.
"Come on, Kennedy," Xander stated, motioning over to the right. "Let's go rescue out luggage from the conveyer belt of maybe over there."
"I'll go get the car and meet you out front." Alfred then went to do just that.
"So," Willow began, her smile refusing to wane, "how is everything?"
"Great," Buffy said, meaning it except for the oh-so-close-but-yet-so-far-away sex life she and Bruce had. "He had to go into the office this morning, but you guys will get to meet him at lunch."
"Great." Willow put her arm through Buffy's and, with Kennedy and Xander (mostly Kennedy) bringing the luggage, they walked through the airport and outside to the awaiting car.
"Is that a Rolls Royce?" Kennedy asked.
"Yep, sure is," Buffy answered as Alfred popped the trunk. "You should see Bruce's other car," she told them, fitting all of the luggage into the trunk. "It's a Lamborghini."
"Get out!" Xander exclaimed. "Seriously? The guy has a Lamborghini?"
"Yes," Buffy stated. How she so wanted to tell them about the other car. "He drives it very fast all through town."
They climbed into the car, Buffy still taking the front seat, and pulled away from the curb and onto the mansion.