Still no word from the Bat and his Boy, but through the grapevine I'd heard the Bat had chased our girl to Mexico and lost her somewhere in Juarez. THAT was sure to make the serial killer urban legends a bit more interesting for a while.
I heard my stereo kick on and I rolled over to hit the snooze button on the remote. Something moved in the darkness and I sat bolt upright, reaching for the crossbow beside the bed, staring at the shadow silhouetted in my window. "It's me" he hissed, and I stopped. "Dammit Nightwing, it's 3:30 in the morning."
"She's back." Three little words and all my righteous indignance vanished. She was here. And the Bat still in Mexico for at least the 6 hours it would take him to get on a flight back. I hit the power button on the stereo remote, cutting the Pierces off mid-chorus and jumped out of bed, grabbing for the closet door and flipping on the light.
I heard his sharp intake of breath right about the time I realized I was wearing a pair of black lace panties and nothing else - my AC was STILL out. The super was ordering parts. Least of my worries. But I could use this. I ignored him, feeling his gaze on me as I opened the secret compartment behind the back wall and began to pull out all my toys. He held out for all of a minute and a half and his hands were suddenly around my waist. I turned to kiss him as he shoved me against the wall, and he returned it, full of desperation and a frustration that went far deeper than this latest set-back. What HAD I missed?
He ground his lower body hard against me and a tiny whimper escaped my throat unbidden. I felt his smile against my skin as he trailed kisses across my collarbone. "I love the noises I can make you make..," he whispered into my neck. I tangled my hands in his perpetually-disheveled dark hair, dragging his head up to mine again as I kissed him deeply, hungrily. He fumbled with the catches on his gauntlets and then his hands were on me, my breasts, my stomach, my hips, and lower, peeling off my panties and dropping them to the floor. I so enjoyed it when things happened to make him feel like he had no control, because then he searched for it in other ways. One of them was, invariably, me. Oracle micromanaged every aspect of his life. As far as he knew, I wasn't even sure where he LIVED. And he thought I didn't care.
Years of experience had taught me how to get him out of his suit, and I availed myself of them now. I had him naked in minutes, his weapons dropping to the floor with the rest of his suit and then skin was on skin. Somehow we ended up on the floor, me on top, and then he was inside me in one agonizingly long thrust. I was forgetting something. It was important. He moved underneath me and I groaned his name.
Shit. "Dick... Condom... Goddamnit..." He cursed too, pushing me off long enough to grab the box from my nightstand. I was impressed he remembered where they were. But then, he WAS the last one to need them. I really needed the number of a good male escort service. I was -so- done with everything being on his terms, just like his mentor and his girlfriend. The whole holier-than-thou happy family. And then he was inside me again and everything else disappeared and I wouldn't trade him for anything. I heard his earpiece chirp and he yanked it out with a frustrated growl.
I stopped. If she didn't get ahold of him, she'd freak, and she'd make his life - and mine- a living hell. Not how I wanted to spend the afterglow. I grabbed it and handed it back. He didn't like it, but he understood, jamming in back into his ear and hitting the button. "Go ahead, Oracle"
"You're out of breath... are you in a fight?" She sounded worried. I hid a giggle.
"No, I dropped the bike. Just got it back up. I'm fine." He tried to sound frustrated. It's not acting if it's real.
"Aren't you at Huntress's?" The tracking beacon. Fuck. Fortunately for all of us, he thinks fast.
"Dammit, I must have left my beacon at her place. I'll go back for it. Hopefully she hasn't left yet."
"You know Huntress. I'm sure she hasn't." I could picture her rolling her eyes. A surge of irritation hit me, until I remembered I was in the middle of fucking her boyfriend. I suddenly felt better.
"Yeah, you're right. I'll call you when I hit the road again, alright?"
"Sure. Hey Nightwing?"
"Yeah?"
"Love you. Stay safe."
"Love you too." He clicked off, but I could see we were done from the guilt on his face. He hated lying to her, hated that he even wanted to do this, hated even more that he regularly -did-.
I got up, yanking on my bodysuit. "Get out, DIck." He looked hurt. Good, he deserved it.
"Helena, I'm sorry, it's just-" I interrupted him before he could try and rationalize any of this.
"You act like I give a shit. Hit the highway, Nightwing. I'll see you on the streets. IF I ever get out the door." I could see the ice in my words cut him as he suited back up. Then, without another word, he was back out the window and gone.
I finished getting suited and masked and slipped out the window and down the fire escape. The Lamborghini lurked in her parking spot, waiting for me like some great shadowy cat. I slid in, slamming the door harder than I needed to, the clang of metal on metal echoing across the fronts of the silent buildings. "Sorry Baby," I murmured, stroking the steering wheel. "It's not your fault." The big engine purred to life as I turned the key.
Ah, Lamborghini. The one person in my life that would never disappoint me, leave me unsatisfied, or choose a crippled has-been over me. I loved my car in that moment, more than I ever had, and we hit the streets with a vengeance. Tonight... I was following the screams.