Yeah yeah, I don't own Batman (Who'd want to own him? Yuck.) Or any other DC characters.
Okay, here's the deal: I don't know if this chapter will be above the story's rating or not. Probably not .
This is my sad attempt at smut. Be afraid, be very afraid.
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Angie, or Hummingbird, as she liked to be called, followed Robin on their nightly runs. She'd grown used to patrolling the city and she was even getting better at handling the rogues. They were currently pursuing Edward Nygma, A.K.A The Riddler, who had broken out of Arkham earlier that week.
Robin and Angie stopped when the street split in two. "You take the left, I'll take the right," said Robin. Angie nodded and headed left. She ran for what seemed like forever when she stopped to catch her breath. She was just about to start running again when a hand covered her mouth and dragged her into a darkened alley. Her attacker was right behind her and holding her with one arm around her while still covering her mouth.
"Don't make a sound; you'll suffer if you so much as whimper. Got it?"
Angie registered the voice as male. She nodded and the hand moved from her mouth. Before she could scream or lash out, a sharp pain in her arm made her knees buckle and she started to cry out when the hand covered her mouth again.
"Shhh," he hissed. "It's alright, no need to cry for Bird Boy; I won't hurt you. It's just a simple little shot, that's all."
Angie tried to struggle out of his grip but her vision was getting blurry and she couldn't think straight.
"Riddler! Let her go now!"
She thought she heard a voice; Robin's voice maybe? It sounded so far away.
"I don't think so Robin; she's coming with me."
Their voices were so far away and Angie only made out a few words. Who were they? Who was she?
"What do you want?"
What was she doing here? How did she get here? Angie couldn't remember her own name; let alone what she was doing here? Where was "Here" anyway?
"What do I want? I want her. You don't deserve her; you never did. She'll never come back. I'll make sure of it."
Who was holding her? Whoever he was, he was really warm. She didn't want him to let go. Suddenly she felt very dizzy and blacked out.
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"Angela!"
The Riddler smirked at Robin as Angie blacked out in his arms. "You're too late, bird brain. She's mine now."
"No!" Robin yelled and lunged for him but was cut off when The Riddler threw something at him. It exploded and Robin was surrounded by smoke. By the time it cleared both the Riddler and Angie were gone.
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Angie woke up without sight and felt like her whole body was on fire. It was as if she was burning at the stake. She groaned and sat up, gripping her head with both hands. She couldn't think straight. All she thought about was the burning and how she wanted it to stop.
Suddenly a hand gripped her wrist and hauled her up off the ground. The pain dulled to a throb in her wrist. Another hand grabbed her other wrist and the pain duller there too. She felt her legs moving until her back hit a wall behind her. She felt instant relief in her chest, legs and stomach as something (Someone, she corrected herself) leaned against her. Angie realized that the world was black because her eyes were closed and she opened them.
At first she didn't recognize him. He was cute enough, she supposed, with tousled brown hair and blue eyes. What she noticed the most was his clothes. He wore a dark green jacket over a black shirt and green slacks.
She opened her mouth to say something when his lips crashed down on hers. Angie squeaked in protest but cut herself off when she realized something: she didn't want him to stop kissing her. She was almost sad when his lips strayed from hers and traveled down her neckline. His breath was ragged as his mouth breathed into her ear. "Riddle me this: What's sinful, deadly, and green all over?"
Angie's breathing was shallow and she swallowed a lump in her throat.
"E-envy," she said in a shaky voice.
"His grip on her tightened. "What did you say?"
"E-envy is a deadly s-sin and called the g-green eyed m-monster," she gasped. The burning was dulled but it was still there and coming back every second her mouth spent away from his. Angie leaned forward until their lips met again and almost sighed in relief as the pain dulled again.
His hands crept up her thighs and traveled to her stomach and under her shirt. She moaned and wove her hands through his hair. She felt his hard length against her leg and closed her eyes as he started kissing her neck again.
Angie's grip tightened when he pulled her skirt and panties down so they pooled at her feet. She did the same and suddenly there was nothing between them. Her breath hitched as he thrust into her. Angie wrapped her legs around his waist and dug her fingernails into his shoulders and raked them across his back, urging him to go harder and faster. They didn't stop until he decided they should move to his bedroom.
Hours later both of them were exhausted. Angie curled up and fell asleep in Edward Nygma's arms.
A/N: God, that was horrible. {Hangs head in shame}
I am NEVER doing that again; I'm terrible at writing smut.