Recap:
The batman looked up from where he just landed from his climb through the window, to see a dripping Phoebe stood before him covered in soap suds and partially clothed by a white towel, her long curly hair sticking to her face and neck, drips of water running down her forehead and nose. He swallowed looking at the sight, feeling his chest tighten in an odd way as he observed her.
'Uh Hello ...' He said in almost a whisper, his voice getting lost in his awe of her appearance, a blush coming to his cheeks.
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'Hi' Phoebe stuttered, the words leaving her lips at a barely audible volume. She fiddled awkwardly with the towel she had clenched tightly around her body as she felt his eyes rake their way across her figure. A peachy blush rose onto her cheeks, and she bit her lip daintily. 'I should, uh, go get dressed huh?' she asked just as quietly, her eyes darting to the mahogany wood flooring and back up into Batman's eyes, her heart thundering heavily against her ribcage. He just swallowed and nodded his head slowly watching her turn away from him and walk into her bedroom to change.
Batman stayed in his crouched position against the wall of Phoebe's hallway. His head resting against the cool paint, his eyes sliding closed and scolding himself for the thoughts running through his mind.
She's ... out of this world ... my god ... what am I thinking? I can't be thinking like this ... I can't be in a relationship ... it's too dangerous, but oh, she has the most beautiful eyes and lips. Like swirls of melted chocolate and plush rose petals ... oh my god!
He thought to himself as he felt a moan unwillingly leaving his lips and he saw her face in his mind's eye. Her big dark curl framing her face like an angel, a light laugh leaving her lips as her eyes glowed with happiness. His fingers curled on his knees the metal in his armour clinking at the movement. A light coughing and clearing of a through brought him out of his reverie, his eyes snapping open, taking in the image of Phoebe stood before him, a loose pair of black lounge pants hugging her hips, and a plain white camisole covering her torso, he hair pulled over one shoulder and held back in a loose plait. 'Uh are you ok? You seem a bit ...' she waved her hands around in front of her and rolled her eyes about in a jack sparrow style movement, a smile crossing onto her lips when she stopped and crouched down in front of him so they were on eye level.
'Ah, yeah. I'm ok, let's get started shall we?' he rumbled standing up to his full height and placing his hand under her elbow bringing her up into a standing position with him. An internal electric jolt shot through his hand at the contact and his mouth dried instantly, his throat going scratchy and his heart beat violently. Phoebe appeared to have also felt the jolt as he saw her eyes widen and her lips open slightly as if to say something, but the words getting caught in her throat. He watched her swallow, and blink rapidly before clearing her throat once more before asking, 'Do you want a drink? I can grab you before we get started if you want?' He numbly nodded and she smiled a shy smile, separating herself from his grip and walking into the kitchen, leaving him to sit on the sofa in her living room waiting for her.
She bit her lip in excitement and scrunched her eyes up as she walked into the kitchen, remembering the look he had given her, at them being in such close proximity. His smouldering eyes had gazed into hers and almost convinced her that he could see her soul through them. It had almost given her faith in men back to her, but she knew it was impossible. Shaking the thoughts from her head vigorously she called to him through the doorway, 'What do you want? Coke? Mountain dew? Fanta? Water? Something a little stronger?' the last suggestion made hr giggle slightly at the thought of Batman reclined back on a leather couch, a tumbler of whisky held firmly in his hand.
'Just water please,' he growled. She nodded though she knew he couldn't see her and replied, 'coming right up!' grabbing a glass of water and a can of diet coke out of the fridge, and returning to join him on the sofa in her living room. She set the drinks down and sat beside him, readying herself for the bombardment of information coming her way. 'Ok,' he started, his voice sending her chills. 'As you know, The Joker has broken out of Arkham ...' as the last word lefty his lips there was a crack of thunder outside and the apartment's power cut leaving them in darkness. Phoebe squeaked in fear and twisted to the side forgetting Batman was their until her lips unintentionally collided with his.