Mission (DCAU)

He'd been planning his strategy and form of attack for the last twenty minutes. He'd carefully weighed the pros and cons of such a dangerous mission, but he finally decided it had to be done. It was something that had piqued his curiosity a couple of months ago and had stayed with him ever since then. He needed answers and he needed them now.

He zeroed in on his target, pausing to admire the glorious view that she afforded him. He slowly dragged his tongue along his lower lip like a hungry predator gazing longingly at its prey. He needed to make his move soon or risk being detected.

He watched in fascination as the corners of her lips curled slightly even in her sleep, leaving him to wonder and speculate what it was that she was dreaming about. Could she possibly be dreaming about him…about them? The thought intrigued him.

He didn't think that he'd ever truly been the source of a woman's happiness or contentment in life. The notion that he might be the reason for her happiness blindsided him, touching him in an unexpected way and causing him to momentarily pause in his mission. He'd have to do a little more investigating before he knew for certain if it was true.

Deciding that he needed to make his move or risk losing the opportunity, Bruce carefully removed the sheet from her body, revealing her perfect feminine form as she slept on her right side. Ignoring the way his body began to respond to the sight of her, he forced himself to focus on the mission at hand instead.

He moved to the end of the bed, deciding to start with her feet and work his way up. He lightly ran the tip of his finger along the bottom of the right foot and then the left, his steady gaze focused on her reaction. He repeated the action just to be positively certain.

Nothing.

No reaction.

His lips thinned into a grim line of resolve as he repeated his test on the tops of her feet and around her ankles only to receive the exact same response. Nothing. She didn't even seem to notice that he was touching her, her breathing slow and steady as she slept.

She was dead to the world and he could hardly blame her. It had been a busy week, one that had left her more than a little tired. It also afforded him the chance that he needed to run his experiment so he could retaliate next time. Hopefully by the time his investigation was over, he'd have the answer that had eluded him for the last two months.

Bruce studied her for a moment as he sat back on his heels, his eyes narrowing in thought as he decided to try her calf next. He gently ran his finger along the muscle, his eyes never leaving her face. Not a flinch or a flicker of acknowledgement. He had to find the chink in her armor. She'd found his chink a couple of months ago and he was more than dogged in his need to find hers.

In all the years that he'd shared his bed with a woman, no one had ever been able to find his weak spot until Diana. She'd ascertained it in less than a week, making him resolute in his new mission. The best part was that she had no idea he was even running his experiment on her. Luckily, she wouldn't find out until it was far too late.

He'd actually considered asking her sister Donna for the information, but he'd ultimately decided to do the research himself. He couldn't trust that Donna wouldn't run straight back to Diana and tell her exactly what he'd asked of her, blowing his plans right out of the water.

He moved on to the place behind her knee, knowing it had to be the spot that he'd been searching for. He moved his finger back and forth behind her knee, earning nothing more than a contented sigh from his lover. Trying the back of her other knee, he was met with no reaction at all.

This woman was invincible.

Bruce's jaw unconsciously clenched in frustration, annoyed that he had yet to discover her weak spot. Her mother may have sculpted her from clay, but she still should have an ultra sensitive spot somewhere on her body. She'd definitely been created in utter perfection, but even the Princess of the Amazons had to be ticklish some place.

He took his time testing each of her thighs. The only reaction he was rewarded with was Diana bending her left leg in her sleep. He reached out to touch her left hip only to just as quickly retract his hand as she shifted her position, her arms coming up to curl around his pillow and pull it to her.

He sat frozen for several long moments, watching her carefully to see if she was going to wake up and catch him or continue sleeping. Thankfully, she didn't wake up. He frowned with the fact that she'd stolen his pillow but decided he'd deal with that later once he had his answers. He needed to deal with this mission before moving onto the next.

Bruce silently ran his fingers over the delicious curve of her hip, remembering how hard he'd gripped that very hip last night, lost in the throes of unrestrained passion. He felt himself growing aroused with the memory, the erotic sight of her head thrown back in ecstasy as she rode him with wild abandon.

He readily decided that he would have to have her again once he was done with his research. She was just too tempting to resist, his hunger for her never waning even now as she slept so peacefully. He knew he should feel guilty for running tests on her without her knowledge, but he swore to himself he'd tell her once he'd gotten the results he was looking for.

The only response he received from tickling her hip was for her to murmur his name in her sleep. He scowled with overt determination as he worked his way up her side, softly running his fingers up and down her ribs with the barest of touches He watched as her breasts perked with the stimulation, her nipples growing erect.

He swallowed hard as his throat suddenly became very dry, his body refusing to ignore his attempts to stifle his arousal. He quickly realized how badly he'd underestimated the princess's affect on him as well as his own ability to defend himself against the power of her allure.

Knowing he needed to speed up his research or risk being caught; Bruce thoughtfully rubbed his chin as he studied her. Her feet, legs, hips, and sides had all proven to be perfectly immune to stimulation of the tickling kind. That left under her arms, her arms, her breasts, and her neck.

He drew a deep breath, knowing all too well how extremely dangerous this next part of his experiment was going to be. She wasn't going to stay asleep much longer…at least not with him constantly touching her. She was going to wake up and demand answers, no doubt tickling him until she got what she wanted to know. He needed ammunition in order to retaliate and he needed it now.

With the way her arm was wrapped around his pillow, he could easily reach under her arm and tickle her. The downside of such an attempt was getting a possible fist to the face. He'd be picking his teeth up off the floor if that happened, possibly nursing a crushed jaw as well.

He'd learned long ago to never surprise an Amazon warrior in her sleep. Thankfully, that lesson had been learned with a glancing blow off his forearm as he'd tried to shield his face. He grimaced as he recalled that moment, beyond thankful she'd held back, or his arm would've been shattered.

Refusing to back down now, Bruce carefully extended his fingers to tickle under her arm only to pull it back just as quickly as her arm shifted minutely. The results of the data were inconclusive. He'd have to try it again to gather irrefutable data that would tell him what he wanted to know once and for all.

He paused to rake his fingers back through his jet-black hair before extending his hand once more. He bit his bottom lip as he tentatively closed the distance between him and Diana's under arm. His fingers quickly flew back and forth before just as rapidly retracting.

Nothing.

Damn it.

Sitting back on his heels once more, Bruce placed his hand on his mouth as considered his next move. Deciding on a new plan of action, he stealthily slid his nude body along the mattress to lay on his left side beside her. His elbow on the mattress, he propped his head up to study her.

She was just so achingly beautiful it was almost painful to behold. He momentarily considered their two-month love affair, how torrid and utterly passionate it had been. He could kick himself for waiting so long to start a relationship with her, but then again, it hadn't really been his choice so much as it had been Diana and her obstinate nature that refused to give up on him.

Thank heavens for that.

Bruce carefully used his fingers to gently brush her raven curls from her neck and shoulders, needing to focus on his mission and not his lover or how much he wanted her at that moment. His body kept trying to remind him with the pressure that was steadily building in his groin, but he just needed a little more data to make a final determination. Then, he could have her to his heart's content before they had to part ways for the day.

He softly ran his fingers over her shoulder a couple of times, disappointed when she didn't even flinch or pull away from his touch. There had to be a spot somewhere on this woman's body that had to be ticklish. One way or another, he was going to find it no matter how long it took him. She'd found his and now he was going to find hers.

He ultimately decided that his next place to investigate would be her neck. He wanted to test the inside of her wrists, but she had a death-grip on his pillow at that moment making it next to impossible. Her breasts were off limits too due to the pillow she was clutching to her chest. He'd have to test those later. Her neck was the most logical place to check out next.

He stretched out his hand to caress her neck only to have a steel band snapped closed around his wrist. In one swift motion, he found himself on his back with a suspicious Amazon sitting on his groin, her hands like shackles around his wrists that pinned him to the mattress.

"Would you care to tell me what you're doing?" she asked, gazing down at him with narrowed eyes that swam with questions demanding answers.

"Can't I touch the woman I love while she sleeps?" he asked as he stared up at her with an expression of pure innocence.

Diana shook her head with a chuckle. "You don't do innocent very well, Bruce," she told him. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing," he swore, savoring the view of her on top of him. It only served to remind him of last night after he'd returned from patrol.

"Do I have to use torture to get the truth out of you?"

"You wouldn't."

"Try me."

"That's just mean."

"Is it? You've been touching me for the last half an hour."

"You were awake this whole time?" he questioned her, lifting his head in stunned disbelief. "That's just underhanded, princess."

"When I feel your hand on my calf, I can't help but react to you," she reminded him, a sweet smile forming on her lips. "Were you looking for something in particular?"

Bruce averted his eyes as he attempted to appear completely without guile. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Diana leaned in close, her ample breasts pressing against his chest as her lips brushed his ear. "Maybe you were looking for a particular spot you think I might have…maybe something like you have?"

"Don't, Diana," he stated in all seriousness that was duly ignored.

"I believe…it was…this spot…right…here," she seductively purred as her forefinger found the one place that he had never revealed to another living sole as being his downfall. How she had managed to discover it was still beyond him.

"The Batman is not ticklish," he adamantly insisted, biting his lip to keep from reacting as her finger slowly began to swirl around the very site that had him squirming to get away.

"Oh, but I can see that you are, Dark Knight," she confirmed as she lightly ran her finger around his navel.

He squeezed his eyes closed, doing his best to not appear affected by her touch, but it was no use. The longer she circled her finger around his navel, the more he twisted and fidgeted in an effort to get away from her. It was utterly useless. She'd definitely found his chink.

Damn Amazon.

To his amazement and shock, Diana released him, sitting back on his groin once more as she gazed down at him with amusement dancing in her eyes and on her lips. "You know what?" she said. "I'm going to let you continue with your experiment."

"It wasn't an experiment," he adamantly stated.

She rolled her eyes with a laugh as she folded her arms against her chest. "Bruce, I know you better than you know yourself," she reminded him. "You were performing an experiment to see if you could find my ticklish spot."

"You think you're so smart, don't you?" he said with a patented Batglare.

"Since you were unable to complete your experiment, I'm going to give you the chance to finish it," she informed him.

"What's the catch?"

"No catch," she replied. "You can test, tease, and tickle to your heart's content…if you really think you can find it."

Bruce abruptly sat up, nearly dislodging her from his lap. "So, you do have one," he responded with a gleam in his eyes. "I knew it."

"It's up to you to find it," she taunted him. "I'm not going to give you any hints."

Bruce pounced on her, trapping her between him and the mattress. "The challenge has been accepted."

"Do your worse, Dark Knight," she teased with a grin, slowly raising her arms up above her head in a sexy move that thoroughly distracted him from his mission.

"Okay, enough of that," he sternly stated. "You have to lay here and let me do my research."

"I won't move," she promised him with a grin, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into the air.

"And stop trying to seduce me!" he growled. "This is hard enough as it is without you making it harder."

"Seems to me it's already very hard for you," she flirted, running her fingers along his member.

Bruce gritted his teeth against the fire that shot straight through him with her hand on him. "You are not playing fair."

"Fine…I'll behave."

"Behave now, but not later," he told her.

"Just hurry up," she replied. "You've got an hour to find what you're looking for. After that, I get what I want."

Bruce growled low in his throat as he glared down at her. "You are not helping, Diana," he said. "Now, don't move."

Diana laid perfectly still as Bruce reexplored all the areas that he'd previously tested, wanting to confirm the information that he'd previously gathered. It all proved to be correct, eliciting no response from her feet, legs, or hips much to his growing frustration.

He crawled his way up her body, sitting back on her thigh as he zeroed in on her sides. He carefully tested each rib, poking and tickling without receiving the reaction he'd been becoming desperate to discover. He cursed under his breath as his eyes focused on her gorgeous breasts.

Her breasts.

That had to be it. More than one woman had been ticklish in the breast region. Diana was going to prove to be no different. With a smirk on his lips, he began testing her left breast, a low moan slipping back her lips and further heating his blood as her eyes fluttered closed.

This was rapidly backfiring on him in a noticeably big and painful way.

He moved on to the right breast, finding that it was only arousing her and him even more. Deciding that her breasts were not the secret ticklish spot, he turned his attention to her arms and wrists. Those showed to be impervious to his touch as well.

Not about to give up, Bruce decided to try her neck. He tickled and teased her neck, receiving a yawn in response to his attempt. "Do you surrender yet?" she asked, dragging a finger along his chest. "I'm getting pretty impatient about having you inside of me."

"Fine, but I'm not giving up," he finally conceded with a scowl. "I will find your ticklish spot, princess, and when I do, I'm going to exploit it every chance I get."

"You can try, Bruce," she replied with a grin, her hand moving to the back of his neck before pulling him down into a heated kiss.

He groaned as she deepened the kiss, making him momentarily forget all about his mission. He found he had a new mission in mind, one that included making her scream his name. He lowered his body on top of hers, his breathing growing a little more exerted as they kissed and caressed.

His hand slid into her hair, his fingers brushing across the top of her left ear. Diana immediately jerked back, squirming with his touch and causing Bruce to instantly freeze. She lifted her head to kiss him once more only for him to pull back with a smug smirk on his lips.

"So, it seems the Princess of the Amazons has a ticklish ear," he noted with delight.

"My ear is not ticklish," she insisted. "I just needed to catch my breath."

Bruce chuckled with her lame excuse as he stared down at her. "You are the worst liar I've ever known."

She bit at her bottom lip as she averted her eyes. "I'm not ticklish," she claimed.

"Oh, really?" he responded, his fingers lingering dangerously close to her left ear. "So, if I were to touch your ear again you wouldn't flinch or squeal?"

"No, not at all," she adamantly maintained, schooling her features. "Do your worst."

Bruce's mouth drew close to her left ear, his warm breath pulsating against her skin. "Oh, I plan to," he huskily breathed, his tongue darting out to lightly trace the tip of her left ear.

He felt Diana wiggle slightly beneath him, doing her best to not answer his taunting. He could tell she was holding her breath as his tongue snuck out to softly brush the tip of her ear once more. He swore he heard an almost inaudible squeak, but he couldn't be sure.

"Did you say something?" he teased.

"Nope," she stated, pursing her lips in defiance.

"Hmmm…guess I'll just have to try harder now."

Bruce's fingers flickered over the top of her ear, receiving a shove to the chest that knocked him off her. She swiftly tackled him on the bed, looming over him. "Okay, you found it," she finally divulged. "It's my left ear. My mother didn't realize there was a slight imperfection on the top of my left ear when she sculpted me. Are you happy now?"

He smirked up at her, his fingers tangling in her hair. "Very," he murmured as he pulled her down into a bruising kiss as he rolled her onto her back.

Mission accomplished.