Bruce Wayne - October 23rd, 5:05 pm
"The Bat and the Cat. Has a nice ring, don't you think?"
Bruce would always remember the words that Selina had spoken to him when they were up on that balcony, the last time they had seen each other. He remembered everything about that day. His body was sore and bruised. His armor had taken the brunt of the buckshot, but his abdomen was covered in dark splotches of blue and grey. His ribs were mended and healing. The air stank of salt from the flooded streets of Gotham, and the grass in the graveyard was brighter than he had ever seen before. He remembered every little detail of that day.
Because it was the last day that he had seen Selina Kyle.
They had met only days ago. Yet he could not stop thinking about her. The first time she kissed him on that rooftop, with the golden sunlight cascading over their forms… it was electrifying. He felt something, it was new and unfamiliar. It was love, joy, happiness, and all the things that could make you smile. Then the next time they saw one another was when he was trying to stop Riddler's goons. That kiss brought him back from the brink and gave him the rage he needed to save her. That anger boiling inside reached a tipping point, and he had nearly broken his one rule.
And on the balcony… there was the kiss that never was. He could have kissed her, he should have kissed her to show how he cared for her. But he didn't. Bruce knew, he knew that he couldn't kiss her. He needed her to leave the city. Selina would be safe from harm, safe from the corruption that had been wrought by her father in Gotham.
He loved her, and he had to let her go. He needed to be something more than a vigilante who pummeled criminals into submission… he had to be a symbol of justice. Which meant she had to leave.
Bruce pulled the cowl over his face, the black kevlar forming like a second skin to the shape of his skull. It clung around his eyes, narrowing his peripheral vision… forcing him to only look forward. Batman was who he needed to be. There was no Bruce Wayne. His life was being the Batman. If he wasn't actively stopping crime, then who was he, really?
Bruce had found who he needed to be as Batman. But he hadn't yet been able to find who Bruce Wayne was.
The Batman - October 23rd, 8:38 pm
The clouds above were thick with haze and billowing greys and blacks, just transparent enough to allow an azure shine of moonlight to filter through, peeking out at the cityscape below. Rays of blue light were cast across sections of the city, giving everything an eerie glow. It made the brightest of yellows burn brighter than ever before, and it acted as a stark contrast to the deep reds of the endless lines of traffic. Rain fell from above on the city below, serving as a reminder of the past… a past which all wish they could forget.
It had been almost an entire year since the incident with the Riddler, a night which was now remembered as "The Long Halloween." Streets had been cleared, buildings repaired, and lives rebuilt. The physical damage was repaired, though scars and wounds remained. While the city had healed, the damage from that time would take much longer to fix. In the wake of the Riddler's uprooting of corruption and killing of Carmine Falcone, the Penguin had taken control over vast swaths of the criminal underbelly of Gotham. He had snatched up and grabbed what he could from the remnants of Falcone's criminal empire. While Penguin had not been able to get the entire city, his charisma and threats helped him to wrest control over major portions of the city.
Cynic that he was, Batman had to admit that the city was better than it had been prior to the Riddler's sociopathic killings. In place of corrupt mayors, Gotham now had a well-meaning mayor who genuinely seemed interested in well-being of all citizens in Gotham. Whether it be through police or financial reform, to help businesses and people alike. Her plan of rebuilding helped to bring new jobs and opportunities to the city, and it gave the police greater power. The Gotham City Police Department and District Attorney's office, while still partially corrupt, were now filled with honest men and women.
It was a start.
Batman gave one last look through the water-covered windows in front of him. The bat signal shone high in the sky, acting as a warning to any criminals in Gotham: the Bat was out on the prowl, and he was hungry. He had plenty of work to do tonight, as he always did. It seemed to be never-ending, a constant struggle between justice and crime. That was how it always was. However, that work would have to be delayed for now. Bruce was looking into a string of robberies at high-profile estates and offices. The robber was a professional, and they were leaving no trace behind. So it was up to Batman to look for the clues and the next location.
The only place that had not been broken into yet was Wayne Tower. The only reason the thief hadn't hit the tower yet was due to the sophisticated security systems. From the intricate camera system to the constantly patrolling guards, there was no way for a thief to break-in, no matter how professional. However, Bruce chose to disable the security systems on the highest floor tonight. The guards were sent home early, security camera disabled. He needed to draw in this thief and capture them.
Thief. Robber. Catburglar. Could it be her? Could Selina be the thief? No, of course not. She was living in Blüdhaven now. Why would she bother coming back to Gotham? Selina had experienced so much pain and anguish here. That Russian girl had been killed by Carmine Falcone, Selina's father. Her mother died here. Her father, too. And so much else. There was so much agony and heartbreak rooted into this city which was still filled to the brim with untold amounts of corruption. If she came back here… no, there was no "if". Selina would never come back here.
That was how it had to be.
She was safe in Blüdhaven, after all. Away from Gotham City. And, away from him. He was dangerous, she had nearly been killed that night. Alfred had nearly been killed by the Riddler. Bruce didn't want anyone else to get hurt. He didn't want to feel that fear and anger again. He hated that part of himself.
He didn't want to lose anyone, again.
Bruce's thoughts of Selina drifted away as he watched someone descend from the skylight above. A thin, black cable brought them through the open skylight. Rays of blue light shafts fell through the opening, reflecting on the wooden board below. The azure starlight washed over the catsuit-clad figure as they descended downward ever so slowly. They were watching for booby traps, whether it be something as advanced as lasers, or as low-tech as a creeping guard. It was them. The professional.
Selina.
Bruce could see it in how she moved, how her muscles stretched. She moved like a ballerina, each movement was carefully calculated and graceful with smooth, intricate motions.
He wanted to go out and confront her. The Batman… no, Bruce wanted to talk to her and ask why she was here, and what she was doing back in Gotham. Bruce wanted to kiss her, too. He wanted to make the first move. He couldn't bring himself to it the last time they were together. That fear had stopped him, it held him back from doing what he so desperately wanted to do. He wanted to, he wanted to… show her that he cared and loved her as she did for him. But he couldn't, shouldn't. He needed to protect her. And the best way to protect her was to keep his distance. Right?
He watched Selina as the tips of her toes touched the ground. She landed gracefully, like she was a dancer who had practiced this routine hundreds of times before. It would be easy to talk to her, wouldn't it? It would not be difficult… Batman just needed to confront her and talk to her. But he… no, he couldn't.
With the clenching of his fists, the Batman walked forward.
He came through the ornate gothic archway, the light from above catching on his cowl as it absorbed the color. His footsteps were slow and methodical; he didn't want Selina to run before she even knew who it was.
In an instant, Bruce was behind her again.
"Hey, Selina."
He could have said something better. It had been almost a year since they had seen each other, and that was how he greeted her? Not only did he need therapy, he needed a class in basic social skills. Bruce may be the Prince of Gotham City, but he sure didn't act like it.
Selina immediately turned around at hearing the voice. He could see the anger and ferocity in her eyes immediately wash away when she realized it was him, her lips upturned at the edges as she smiled. Hickory brown eyes looked up towards his, the pale blue light from above catching in her pupils as she looked up at him. Her soft, onyx lipstick adorned lips were curved in that same familiar way that Bruce would see in his dreams. Her lips over his, her hand grazing the cowl… her hand pulling him against her, her tongue delving–
"I was wondering when you would show up, V" Her sultry and soft spoken voice brought the Batman back to reality. Her words, the way she spoke– intoxicating. Everything about the woman in front of him was like a dream come true.
"I–what are you doing back in Gotham? It isn't safe here."
"First time we've seen each other in a year, and you ask why I'm here? You still owe me a kiss, V." To the untrained ear, Selina's words would make it sound as though she was angry. Bruce knew better than that. She always spoke with command, and yet there was always an air of softness and gentleness to her as well.
"Selina, why did you come back?"
"With you it's always question after question, and I never get any answers back. How about this…" Selina stopped talking momentarily, her white teeth biting down on her bottom lip, clenching the tender skin. If Batman had not been so well trained by Alfred for all of those years, he wasn't sure if he would have been able to hold himself back at seeing Selina bite her lip. Even with that training, Bruce had to bite on his own tongue to keep quiet from the oddly erotic, sensual display in front of him.
Bruce wished that she would answer him. Instead she wanted to beat around the bush. If she needed money, she could always commit her crimes in Blüdhaven. So why did she come back here? What was here that she missed and needed? It couldn't be him, he reasoned. Why would she care for him, or want him after all this time?
"...kiss me, and I'll tell you why I'm here."
Bruce was at a loss for what to say. Selina wanted him to kiss her; of all people why him? He didn't need to ask if she was serious, he knew that she was being serious. The look in her eyes, the way she spoke, Selina wasn't trying to mess with him or trick him.
"Oh? Is Vengeance afraid of kissing little ol' me?" Selina quipped, her voice almost a whisper now as she stepped in close to the Batman.
Her ungloved hand reached up, tenderly grasping his chin. Selina's fingers spiderwebbed across the exposed portion of his face, tracing down and up the contours and lines of Bruce's face. Her soft digits would dance across his jawline, finding something new against his lips. A light, jagged scar cut across the right side of his lips at a diagonal. It started somewhere under his cowl, probably an inch under the bottom of his eyelid. From there, it swooped down and across his chapped, dry lips and ended at the little dimple below his mouth.
The Batman froze when she grasped his chin. It was so unexpected and so… unusual. He had grabbed her like this before, on that rooftop with the sun shining on the two of them. And now, she was doing it to him. Bruce was thankful for the training Alfred had given him, it helped him to stay quiet as Selina's fingers danced across his jawline. Her fingers were like flames against his cool skin, lighting him up from the inside out. When he felt her fingers close to the scar on his face, his breath stilled and his back straightened every so slightly. The wound was healed, though the flesh still remained tender and sensitive.
Selina slowly brushed her thumb over the scarred area, trailing down the indentation of tissue. As soon as her thumb began to move over the area, Bruce flinched. His sudden movements caused an empty bottle on the nearby table to fall, shattering into shards upon impact with the floor. Almost immediately, Selina's thumb pulled back as she stared up into his eyes. Her brows were knitted, and the smile which once adorned her face was now replaced by a worried look.
"I—s-sorry honey, I didn't mean to…" Selina began, her voice taking a different tone. The command that could usually be found in her voice had disappeared, replaced now by regret and guilt. She hadn't meant to make him flinch, it had been an accident.
Without hesitation or fear, Bruce bent down, his lips pressed against Selina's. He reached out, his arm circling around her waist to pull her flush against his body. His lips pressed against hers as he pushed into her. The taste of Selina reminded Bruce of fresh honey. She was intoxicating, and sweeter than anything he had ever had before. Luscious, rich, exquisite… so many words to describe the taste of her lips. Despite all of his years training and studying, nothing could prepare him for this. As a crime fighter, Batman would plan out what he would do ahead of time and then execute his plan. Yet here, he had no plan. All he wanted to do was kiss her, to let Selina know that he loved and cared for her.
And now she knew.
Selina's hand tightened around his jawline as the pair kissed there, in the darkness with only moonlight illuminating them. Her fingers pressed firmly against his flesh. Her tongue pushed into his mouth as they made out, her dominance coming through. It earned Selina a sudden moan that sounded so alien to the man who stalked criminals in the darkness of the city.
He was kissing Selina Kyle. The woman of his dreams.
The turning of a doorknob made both of their heads whip to the left. The dark oak wood door with its ornate golden doorknob was opening. Someone was coming through. But why… why would they–
The glass bottle. Bruce cursed at himself for that. A moment of weakness, a moment when he felt more alive than ever, had alerted somebody to their presence up here. He had to think fast for what to do next. He suddenly grabbed Selina from around the waist and pulled her into the next room, his hand over her mouth with her lithe, muscular form pressed up against his. Her latex covered back against his armored front. Just like when they first met.
The door opened, and a flicker of yellow light made its way into the previously occupied room. That flicker grew into a ray that cascaded over tables and chairs, harsh shadows now being cast throughout the space as the guard walked in. Bruce could hear his every movement as heavy boots collided with creaky wooden boards.
As they stood there in silence, Bruce felt Selina move against him. It wasn't to get away, no. Instead it was to try and get closer to him. He felt her leg brushing against his, which made him look down to see. It wasn't her leg… it was her ass. And she was pushing back against him, making her ass press right against his crotch. He quickly looked away and tried to will the image of Selina's perky, toned ass grinding against him. The image was breathtaking to say the least. Bruce did have dreams about her on occasion, and he briefly wondered if she did for him as well. But this was real life, this was actually happening. It was so much better than he would have ever expected.
"You like that, honey?" Selina whispered, her hand pulling his away from her mouth so she could speak freely. With her other arm, she reached down and gripped one of Bruce's thighs, her fingers curling under the armored plates to squeeze. The flesh there was muscular and firm. Not only did he have big arms, but his legs were nice and toned as well.
"Selina… we shouldn't…" Bruce began. The greatest detective in the world was at a loss for what to say and do. Despite all his studying, all the analysis he had completed of human behavior, nothing he studied would have prepared him for this. All of that was useless in the face of Selina grabbing his thigh and moving against him.
To distract himself from Selina's movements against his body, Bruce keyed in to the cop nearby. With every crunch and creaking of the wooden planks, he could clue in to the man's location. He was looking out the large double-pane window now, looking out at the city below. The cop turned and when Bruce heard the gasp, he knew that he had found the broken bottle and shards of glass. There was a fit of cursing, followed by the cop saying that the janitor would take care of it. As he listened more to the voice of the cop, Bruce was able to recall who it was. It was Martinez, the same cop who had helped him to discover Riddler's plan to flood the city. A silent alarm must have keyed him in to the break-in, Bruce figured. He had taken many steps in disabling the security systems for the room, but it seemed he had missed some. He would have to work on that for the future, Bruce couldn't afford to be this sloppy or careless. He needed to be better.
"And why is that, V? Afraid you'll make a little noise, huh?" Selina purred the last part, hanging on to every syllable as she tried to get a reaction out of the big bad Batman. The hand on his thigh squeezed again, massaging the muscle there. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Selena could feel him reacting to her. She could feel him against pressure against the outside of her hand now, pressure emitting from his crotch. And she noticed whenever his back stiffened from her movements.
He may try and act like a statue, but tease him a little, and he was putty in her hands.
"No."
"Tsk, oh really?" Selina hummed in disapproval. She couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or lying. His gravely voice showed no hint of emotion. Still like a statue, but one that could be further broken down.
Bruce felt more and more pressure pressing against his crotch, as Selina rocked her toned ass back and forth against him. It was pure torture, and Bruce could feel his body reacting more and more to her movements. It took no time for him to get fully erect. And now, her movements seemed more insistent than ever before. The latex which clung her form allowing his manhood to press and move between the shape of her cheeks.
"Still ain't gonna say anything?" She whispered again, that sultry tone returning with the fires of lust edging at the end of each word. Selina grabbed Bruce's hand then, pulling it in front of her body. She pushed it down until his fingers grazed over her hip bone. "Just imagine, pinning me up against a wall, having your way with me…."
"I…"
A startled gasp left his lips when he felt her move his hand to her front. His fingers slowly grazed over the curve of her hip, running over the latex fabric as he wished to feel her bare skin beneath him. Bruce wanted to strip off his armor and her suit, so they could properly feel one another. Skin on skin, Bat on Cat. His hand swept over her midsection, moving over the expanse of flat fabric which clung to her form as though it was made for her. Selina shoved his hand down, between her thighs. Her hand clamped around his, holding his open palm between her ajar legs… letting him feel the heat emitting from her core. He shivered at the sensation, and she pressed his hand further against her crotch.
Another gasp left his lips at the feeling. The latex was warm, and even a little damp. Any rain that had gotten on her clothing would have dried by now. Meaning that Selina was… that she wanted him, here and now.
"What's wrong, hun? Cat got your tongue?" Selina purred, pulling his hand away suddenly as she turned around to face him. She licked her lips and bit down on her bottom lip, brown eyes looking down at the bulge in Bruce's pants. She reached forward and gently grasped his erection in hand, her eyes glittering in lust and need as she saw his whole body stiffen. He wasn't talkative to begin with, though his silence now was oddly erotic to her. He was stunned, and was like a lost puppy now. "I knew you liked it, V."
Bruce watched as Selina suddenly dropped to her knees before him. Her hands reached out to grab the utility belt that wrapped around his waist. It was simple enough to remove, though the locks and loops were difficult to see. The black belt on top of the black metal locks made it hard to discern where the belt could be loosened from. Selina ran her hands over the surface of the interlocking metal and leather pads, trying to find the weak point. A gloved black hand reached down, guiding her dainty hand to the middle where a bat symbol was located. Selina tilted her head up, the moonlight casting diagonally over her face from left to right. It illuminated her short black hair, making it glitter.
"Ready, V?" Selina asked. Her hands were firmly planted in the middle of the belt, ready to unlock it at a moment's notice. But first, she wanted his approval, his consent. She realized now that she had gotten so caught up in wanting to see him under the armor that she forgot to ask if she could.
The Batman continued to watch her, his eyes finding hers through the dazzling blue light. He was being vulnerable, he was getting too close to her. But he didn't care. He should weigh the pros and cons of what would happen, and how he would protect her from here-on-out. But he didn't. Bruce decided to take a leap of faith. Selina cared for him and wanted him… she wanted the Batman. And he would give himself to her. Vulnerability scared him to his core, it was masked under the crown of shadows he wore… that midnight blue cowl which shielded his face from the world.
Bruce would take a step out, a step into the unknown. For her, for him… he needed to be brave. Braver than he had ever been before.
"Y-yeah…" Batman replied. He… stuttered? Why did he stutter, and why did he have to stutter now of all times?
"Aw, that was cute~"
Selina Kyle - October 23rd, 9:00 pm
With a click and hiss, Selina unlocked the utility belt and was able to pull it off from around V's hips. She placed the belt on the ground and reached her hands up again, to his waistband. V's breath hitched when she felt his fingers dip into the gap between his skin and the black fabric of his pants. Her soft fingers ran across the pale skin there. Selina slowly dragged her nails back and forth over him, being careful as to not cut. Those nails had done a number on Kenzie when she had caught him during the Long Halloween, and she was being extra careful now not to hurt Vengeance. The last thing she needed was to accidentally harm him when they were having a moment.
Selina could feel an aching in her core, between her legs. It started from her stomach and trickled down to her pelvis, spiderwebbing out from there through her toned thighs and legs. It made her feel jittery and on edge, but in a good way. She wanted him, she craved him. And now she could have Vengeance, all to herself. The way he quaked and shook under her gentle and soft touches was exhilarating. It made her heart beat faster. The only time it had beat this quickly with anticipation before was when they last saw each other… when he couldn't kiss her. How she had wished for him to kiss her, that kiss would have made her stay in the city, in Gotham. It would have told her that he was serious about her, about them, about taking the next step. But he hadn't. The regret and sadness Selina felt had nagged at her for months. But now that nagging was gone, replaced by renewed lust and love.
Here she was, on her knees before him… ready to pull out his cock and take him deep into her mouth and throat. It was just like her dreams; some of them, that is. She had dreamt about this moment for months. Dreaming about his big, white cock in her mouth. Her tongue running over it as his hips moved, growing rougher and rougher by the moment. His member pushing past her defenses, and then coming down her throat. But he didn't stop there. Vengeance would lay Selina on her back, his member in hand as he lined himself up with her and–
Selina shook her head. She needed to focus on what she was doing now, instead of going back to her daydreams and her fantasy version of Vengeance. Because… here she was, right here, on her knees, ready to pull down his pants.
Her fingers tightened in the black fabric of V's trousers and in an instant, the fabric was pulled down and around his thighs. The armor made it a little difficult, though luckily all of the leg armor was strictly attached to the pants. Which made it easier to pull down with nothing attached to the upper body or other parts. It still couldn't be pulled down all of the way, but it was enough for Selina to be able to get at him.
With the pants gone, his large, white cock sprang out. It bounced out from the tight confines of the clothing, nearly hitting Selina in the cheek. Luckily she pulled back just as it was coming out, so it just barely grazed her. With the object successfully dodged, she could now gaze on it without issue. Her brown eyes looked upon the member hanging from overhead. The blue light which cast across her face was obstructed by V's cock, it casted a long shadow which reached from the bottom of the blue glow of light across her nose up over her head and onto the ground behind her.
V was certainly packing in the dick department. She had always dreamt that it would be large and imposing, but seeing it here, in person with her own two eyes, was something else. It looked so much bigger now. Though it didn't intimidate Selina. She welcomed the challenge of trying to please him. She couldn't wait to see how he would react to her touches and tongue. He had seemed nervous and afraid to kiss her, almost like he hadn't kissed anyone before. Had he kissed someone before? He must have, he was quite good at it. But if he was timid when kissing her, Selina wondered just how he would be when he was in her mouth, down her throat… inside of her.
Selina looked up at him, her hand slowly reaching out to V's cock. Her fingers ghosted close to the member, and she gently took it in hand. Her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft, holding it firmly in place as she got a feel for the size of him. She could feel the veins under her fingers, and the muscles commanding the flesh forward like a spear. He was large, so, so very large. But that wasn't what was important.
What was important, was how he looked.
Vengeance was looking straight down at her, but not into her eyes. He seemed nervous, afraid, embarrassed? Selina wasn't sure, she couldn't quite place what he was thinking in that moment. She never really could, she could assume but right now, she couldn't even guess what he was thinking. However, something she could pick up on was his lips. The edges of his lips were always pointed down, he was always pouting.
But this time, that frown wasn't as visible. In fact, she swore she could see him biting down on his bottom lip. It was cute.
"Vengeance, look at me." Selina whispered to him, her eyes locked onto his. It took a few moments, but eventually he turned to face her. When he did look into her eyes, Selina saw a rare flush of color in his pale face. What was visible of his cheeks took on a soft red hue. He was blushing, and it was oh so adorable. She had gotten the big and scary Vengeance to blush… all while holding his cock in her hand. This was better than any dream or fantasy. "You're adorable, honey."
She saw a rare smile on V's face at that comment. It was a small one, and it was partially hidden under the shadow of his cowl, but it was there all the same. She had gotten him to smile… he smiled just for her.
With him still looking down at her, into her eyes, Selina took the next step. Sitting up higher on her knees, her neck angled forward. Her mouth ajar ever so slightly, and she took the very tip of V's cock into her mouth. Her cinnamon lips pressed down against his pale cock, the moonlight now streaming more through the windows… spotlighting the two of them. Selina's tongue moved across the very tip of his member, tracing circles on the head. She would then delve it deeper, moving down the sides of him before pulling back up, and grazing his tip again.
V tasted amazing, though Selina couldn't quite place the exact taste. He was sweet, rich, and divine, he was intoxicating. She needed to taste more of him, to feel him down the back of her throat. Selina chased that feeling with the same determination she had chased that kiss when they first met, unfleeting, unwavering, and ultimately, unstoppable.
She wanted to see Vengeance come undone under her touch.
Selina could feel him move under her, his whole body seemed to shiver when she took the tip into her mouth. The blush on V's cheeks intensified, and she looked up at him; it was surreal and hot to see him like this. He may have stood over her, but he looked helpless and vulnerable… submissive. The mere thought of V being submissive to her, and her alone, made Selina clench her legs tighter together. She was growing hot under her suit, and she could feel a trickle of liquid running between her legs, her arousal. All because of him, because her fantasies and dreams of Vengeance had come to fruition.
To take him deeper, Selina opened her mouth wider as she moved down onto him. His member slowly made its way deeper into her mouth, past the curve of her tongue and stopping at the beginning of her throat. She wanted to start off slow, getting used to his length first-and-foremost before she took on any more Selina hadn't been with anyone since the two of them had met, so she was a little out of practice. Somehow, that just made this moment all the more exhilarating for her.
Blue light caught in her brown pupils, glittering like stars as she looked up at him. Her gaze remained firm and fixated onto his, boring into his eyes as she explored him. Selina slowly moved her tongue across his shaft, slowly exploring the surface of his pale skin. She could feel every curve, every vein, under her tongue and she could taste him with every movement.
Her tongue continued its journey until it reached the opening of her mouth, and then it began to travel back. Running across his shaft, and to the underside of his member, which seemed to provoke a reaction out of V. Selina noticed him shiver when her tongue dragged under his cock. So he had a sensitive spot, she could use that to her advantage. And use that spot she would.
As Selina moved her head back and forth against Vengeance, the aching between her own legs grew. It was becoming unbearable now. She needed relief of some sort. With the hand that wasn't gripping his shaft, she grabbed the zipper of her suit and slowly pulled it down. A shiver ran up her spine as the cool air of the room danced across her bare, cinnamon skin, making goosebumps stand up along the bare expanse of flesh.
When V saw her pulling down the zipper, Selina could see the blush returning to his cheeks… though now even more intensely. Now his cheeks seemed to burn red-hot crimson at the sight of her. God, it was hot. Maybe… no, she would get him to push his hand between her legs after this. His fingers on her body, twisting and pulling on her nipples. Between her legs, stroking through her most sensitive spot… delving inside to spread her apart. To prepare her for his big, white cock stretching her apart as he plowed her.
It was getting harder and harder for Selina to focus now. Her mind was becoming a haze of fantasy, and it was a struggle to figure out what was real, and what was fake. She again focused on his eyes. Those soft and sad, big brown eyes of his. They told the story of his past, and she would write the story of the future in them.
At last, she had pulled the zipper down as far down as it would go. It stopped just above her pelvis, showing some of the white underwear that adorned her crotch. Her chest was likewise covered in a white bra, hiding her modest perky breasts from view. Selina pulled away briefly from V, the grumble from him being like music to his ears. She had been hoping he would whine for her to return, but he didn't. While she had toppled the statue some, it still refused to fall. Its foundation was weak now and it struggled to stand, trying to outlast this storm of lust, love, and passion.
"Hmm, enjoying yourself, honey? What is it? Want me back? Why don't you ask me?" Selina smirked as she talked, the corners of her lips turning upward into a smirk as she continued to look up at him.
As she awaited V's response, she pulled her other hand away from his cock. With it, she hooked a finger into the elastic band of her bra and she slowly pulled it down. Swaths of smooth, unblemished brown skin were slowly unveiled. Her nipples strained against the fabric, desperate to be free… desperate for V to see and gawk at them. Selina took in a deep breath as she pulled it down lower, her bra now fully pulled down over her breasts to reveal them fully. Now she sat there, on her knees, her bra pulled down to show V what she looked liked under her suit. Her black, latex suit had been unzipped, her soft brown skin contrasting against the tactical onyx fabric which hugged to her form.
Selina shivered as she felt the cool air wash over her now bare, perky breasts.
"Like what you see, V?" Selina said, her voice full of confidence. Though, in truth, she was scared. A part of herself was nagging at her mind, telling her that V would be put off by how forward she was being. He wouldn't be, right?
He didn't answer, again. Then he did.
"Selina, they're beautiful." V spoke to her, straight and to the point as always. His gruff, gravely voice sounded as it usually did. But, that sweet, cute smile returned again. And this time, that smile was bigger, and it meant the world to Selina.
She could feel her cheeks getting hot at his comment, blush rising. He didn't think she was coming off too strong, and he seemed perfectly happy with her. How she looked, what she did, what she said, V seemed to love all of it. And that… that made her overjoyed. She felt like the happiest girl in the world now, and it was all because of him.
Over a year ago they had been untrusting one another. But now here they were, with Selina on her knees before him… asserting control over the man who had command over all aspects of his life. The man of the shadows, and the cat-woman of burgularing. What an unlikely pair they were. And yet, it worked, they worked together. She loved him, and he loved her.
"Now, honey, about what I said earlier…" Selina began.
"I–can you please…Selina, please…"
Please. God, he knew how to light a fire in her. She had been wanting him to beg, and he had. It had been in that same, gruff voice but she didn't care. He had pleaded with her, and she loved that. V was wrapped around Selina's fingers right now, this was better than any fantasy she had ever experienced before. This was reality, and she was all in for what was happening.
"Hm, good boy~"
Had she really called him a good boy? Selina couldn't believe it. She had meant to say honey, but… but "good boy" just popped out instead. It made her cheeks feel hot again, that crimson blush staining her brown cheeks. While it did embarrass her, it also made her want to go down on him all the more now. Honey, goodboy, V, Selina was starting a collection of what seemed to be nicknames for him… maybe even "pet" names like you would with a long-time lover.
She shook her head to try and make the thought dissipate. Reaching forwards again, Selina grasped V's cock again, her fingers wrapping around the shaft firmly. She slowly began to move her hand, pulling it towards her and pushing it back, her fingers running up and down his member with every movement of her hand. As she looked at V's face, Selina could see his lip quiver. That damn cop was still nearby, ruining the moment. She bet that she could get V to moan, or at least to make a noise of some sort, but that cop was ruining all of this. Smashing that bottle had drawn that guard up here. But, that had also led to this moment… her pulling out his cock, showing him her tits…
Selina continued to move her hand up and down V's cock. Her other hand slowly traveled down her body. She could see him watching her hand as it dipped beneath the elastic band of her white underwear. A startled gasp left her lips when she felt her fingers rub between her legs, against her damp and hot core. She wouldn't be able to use her fingers on herself because of her long nails, so she would try something else. Selina slowly rubbed her fingers back and forth, her middle finger moving between the lips of her labia. Her arousal soon began to coat her finger as she began to pleasure herself. She wanted to moan out, and let Vengeance hear her… but he couldn't. Not until that cop left.
A part of herself loved that the cop was there. The idea of him being there turned her on like nothing else. Just… the idea of being caught was so… exhilarating. And the idea of just… using her mouth all over V's cock.
She looked down at his member temporarily, it was still as hard and as big as ever. But it wasn't as pale as it when she first saw it. Some of Selina's black lipstick had rubbed off and onto his cock now, and she didn't know what it was, but seeing V's member covered in her lipstick and kisses was too much
Selina's legs shook and trembled as her fingers continued to rub between her legs, between the lips of her labia over and over again. They were sticky now, her fingers… and she wanted V's hand to replace her own; his hand in her underwear, making her come for him, and him alone.
Leaning her head forward once more, Selina looked up towards Vengeance, her eyes meeting his once more. The blue moonlight cascading over their forms more now, letting the pair see more of each other. It allowed her to see his quivering lips, and the biting of his bottom lip as she pleasured herself and him at the same time. She pressed her lips against the very tip of his cock, kissing it firmly. She could taste even more of him now, indicating he was all the closer to coming… soon he would be coming right down her throat. She rubbed her fingers faster and firmer between her legs at the thought of his coming down her throat. God, she needed him.
Selina never knew she could have wanted anybody as desperately as she needed V.
When she pulled away, Selina could see her black lipstick smeared over his tip, in the perfect shape of her lips. She slowly stopped the movement of her hand once more, dragging her thumb over the tip of his cock. As she did so, she saw his legs suddenly shake, and she heard it: a sudden whine leaving from his lips. Never in her life would she have thought that she would hear him whine. And he just did, all because of her. His eyes closed tightly as V leaned his head back, letting it rest against the wall behind him. Wanting to get the same reaction from him, Selina did it again. She brushed her thumb over his tip, seeing him shudder under her touch. His cock twitched in her hand, it was needy… and it wanted attention.
It wanted to come. And Selina would allow it to… down her throat.
Selina moved the hand on V's cock down further to grip it as the base, her fingers curling around the shaft firmly to hold it in place. She then leaned forwards and opened her mouth and took him in. When it reached the back of her mouth she didn't stop, taking more of it down until she had to move her hand to fully take him down her throat. He was big, very big. In her dreams she had always seen V as having a big, thick cock… but this was even bigger than she imagined. And she loved that. Reality was surpassing her dreams now, her fantasies were becoming reality in a whole new way.
The hand that had once held onto V's cock around the base now moved low, Selina's fingers gently grazing his balls, being careful in their movements as to not cut him with her nails. She hated her nails more than ever right now. While they were useful in defending herself, they were not at all helpful during sex. One, she couldn't use them on herself, and two, she had to be careful as to not cut Vengeance with them. Both of which were proving difficult thus far.
Selina gently fondled his balls with her hand, tenderly massaging and playing with them as she sucked him off. Her tongue slowly ran over the surface of his cock once more, wrapping around and moving all over. Her tongue gracefully danced along the underside, making his member twitch in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she moaned against his member, the noise luckily not being heard by the cop. Her moan seemed to have reverberated through his cock, because when she opened her eyes, Selina saw V's mouth open in an O-shape with his eyes closed.
God he looked hot like that. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he came down her throat.
Then he opened his eyes, and was staring right into her eyes. Selina simply stared back at him, the blue light shining in both of their pupils as they looked at one another. Him watching her served to encourage Selina to continue. She began to move her head back and forth across his shaft, pulling away from his cock before taking him again deep into her throat. Her saliva coated his member as she sucked him off, the taste of mint filling her mouth as she pleasured him. When Selina noticed his legs beginning to tremble, she began to move faster. Just as she started going faster, she heard a door closing.
At last, that damn cop had left. Allowing the pair of them to finally be alone with one another.
Selina smirked against his member as her tongue brushed the underside of his cock, feeling him twitch down her throat as her hand fondled and massaged his balls once more. She continued to look up at Vengeance, her tongue wrapping around his shaft as she bobbed her head up and down her shaft. The hand between her legs began to move faster, her fingers rubbing against her pussy as she tried to get herself to come. Her fingers were stroking through her lips, moving up to press against and rub her sensitive clitoris which made her legs shake from the stimulation.
She moaned again against his member, and at last, he came.
With a sudden moan filled with passion, lust, and pleasure, Vengeance came. That sound, it was like music to her ears. Selina had heard him moan earlier when her tongue had pushed into his mouth, though this one was so different, so much hotter. It sounded more animalistic and needy. As it should, she had just been sucking him off and teasing him and he just now finally came. And she loved every second of it.
Selina felt his cum shoot down the back of her throat, erupting from the tip of his member which was down her throat. It twitched in her mouth and she could feel it running down into her stomach, it was warm as it found its new home. Her fingers didn't cease their movements. If anything, those movements just seemed to speed up as Vengeance finally came down her throat.
She pulled away from his cock with a pop, standing up as her tongue ran over her lips… licking up an excess that had leaked out and not made it into her mouth and throat.
"Fuck, Vengeance… you sure came a lot~" Selina said to V, her hand reaching out to stoke his exposed jawline once more. Her fingers slowly ran across the surface of his jaw, tracing the contours and lines of his face. Now she was just imagining mounting his face… getting his cowl all messy… God.
Vengeance smiled back at Selina. It was now much easier to see his smile than it had been down below earlier, and it looked so much better up close. The little wrinkles around his lips, the small lines that appeared when he smiled. It was all just so amazing. And his eyes. V's eyes which normally were filled with sadness and regret, were now filled with something else. She could see a happiness in them, as if all of his worries and troubles had washed away in that moment. She had helped him to feel joy again, and that was the greatest thing that she could have given him.
"Thank you, Selina…" V said in reply.
"Hm, of course, honey. Anything for you…" Selina stepped close to V when she said the last part. She stared up at V, looking into his eyes as she pulled him close by his chin and kissed him. Her tongue gently pushed into his mouth.
The Batman - October 23rd, 8:38 pm
Bruce moaned into the kiss when Selina pushed her tongue into his mouth, again. It just seemed like he couldn't win this battle whenever they made out. She would always take control and dominate. But he didn't complain. In fact, he liked it. Bruce had so much power when he was the Batman, he could inspire so much fear in criminals, and he could inspire hope in those around him. Through his persona as Batman, his fear would dissipate and he could be a powerhouse of physical power and dominance. All of that faded away when Selina kissed him. Whenever her tongue pushed into his mouth, it helped Bruce to feel… vulnerable. He wasn't used to that feeling. But it was oddly… comforting.
There was a time when he had never wanted to be fearful or weak, and that was during the Long Halloween. And now, now he could accept being fearful and weak, because that was what Selina did to him. She made him weak in the knees. His confidence would drain in her presence, and he would be lost for what to do.
That was the power that she had over him… and Bruce loved it.
It helped him to feel human again. He has spent three years now as the Batman. His nights are be occupied with stalking the criminals of Gotham, and his days spent doing research in the Bat Cave.
This night, this moment, it helped him to step away from it all. It made Bruce think about being Bruce Wayne for once. It made him think about… having a life with Selina, away from the city. Where they could just be with one another. No Bat and Cat, just him and her. Bruce and Selina, with no secret identities, and no double lives.
They could just be two outcasts against the world, Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle.
He pushed against her as they made out, his hand wrapping around her waist to pull her body flush against his. Her body felt hot against his, and he desperately wanted more of her. He wanted all of her body… for him, and him alone. It may have been selfish of him to think like that, though Bruce wasn't accustomed to all of this. He was a recluse, and he shied away from social interaction and people. Oftentimes the only people he would interact with would be Alfred or the other servants around Wayne Manor. Of course there was Gordon as well, though he had become busy as of late with his increased responsibilities. But Selina, she had helped him to start trusting people. And now with her back, he wanted to show her what she meant to him.
Because he cared for her. There were few people Bruce cared for and loved, and Selina was one of those special few in his life.
As they kissed, Bruce suddenly pulled back, a gasp leaving from between his pale lips. His cock had been pressing against her suit, rubbing between her toned thighs as they had made out. He had completely forgotten that his pants were still down. But judging by the sultry smirk on Selina's face, she had known the whole time. There was that dangerous glint in her eyes… dangerous because he was beginning to love how mischievous she was.
"Seems I forgot to put you away, big boy~" Selina said to him, whispering in his ear as she leaned close to him. She had put emphasis on the last two words, which made Bruce's toes curl in his heavy boots. She sure knew how to get to him. To think, criminals had been trying to pin him down and kill him for three years. Yet, the thing that made him weak was Selina saying "big boy." Selina would be the death of him, and he was entirely fine with that fact. Her soft, pink lips pressed against his jawline, leaving faint black lipstick on his white skin. Bruce shivered at the feeling of her lips against his face.
He didn't know what it was about her, but she made him feel… weak. And he loved that more than anything.
Bruce gasped again when he felt Selina's fingers brush over the surface of his cock. Looking down, he could see her nails very softly and carefully grazing his skin, being careful as to not cut or hurt him. Her fingers then grabbed him around the base of his member which made him stifle a breath as he watched her, breathless and transfixed by what she was doing. Her hand adjusted his cock some before pulling his pants back up around his waist, sheathing him once more.
As Bruce looked up, he noticed that Selina had been watching him. Just how long had she been watching and observing his face? Her lips were upturned at the corners into a smile, a small and beautiful smile which seemed to grow bigger when they made eye contact.
"There you go, honey, all tucked away now.~"
"Selina–" Bruce began, he couldn't hide the desperation in his voice which made his cheeks burn up, now red from embarrassment as he looked into her soft brown eyes. The blue moonlight shone across both of their faces now, highlighting the lines of their faces, with azure rays danced and glittered in their pupils.
"Yes, baby?"
God why did she have to keep on saying that? It just made Bruce want her more and more, and it was getting impossible now to resist her. To think, all of his training… and he had become putty in her hands. All because she had pulled out his cock and sucked on it, while looking at him the whole time. Bruce couldn't get that sexy, perfect, , exhilarating image out of his head. He couldn't stop thinking about having Selina on her knees before him. She looked so… good and fuckable like that.
"I–you didn't finish earlier…"
"Your point?"
"Can I… can I help to get you off?"
Almost immediately, Selina's cheeks took on a bright red blush. Her cheeks seemed to burn with just how crimson they were, seeming to glow in the dark. Bruce couldn't believe that he had said something that bold, and it had been completely out of nowhere. There had been no forewarning of any sort, no hint at what he wanted to do. He had not made a plan, instead he had just gone for what he wanted. And what Bruce wanted to do, was to help to make Selina come. Like she had done for him just moments earlier, on her knees before him. Now he wanted to return the favor.
Bruce wanted to get his hands all over her, and her sexy body. Selina was just so… so beautiful and striking. From the moment he had first seen her into those boots at the Iceberg Lounge, he had been instantly transfixed and attracted to her. It was like she was the culmination of all of his past dreams and fantasies when he had been younger. Those fantasies he had as a teenager of who he wanted to be with. Except now, she was here before him. While he had changed as a person, his fantasies had remained. And now, those fantasies were right here in front of him, in the form of one Selina Kyle. The woman of his dreams.
Selina had been silent for an uncharacteristically long time, which made Bruce worry that he had been too forward this time. Normally she would respond instantly with a quip of some sort. Except for this time. She was just silent, her quips were gone and replaced now by the blush on her cheeks. Though he did notice that her expression changed. Selina bit down on her bottom lip, and her eyebrows seemed to lift. She was surprised at what he had said, completely taken aback by his words.
He was just about to apologize to her, when she finally responded.
"Of… of course. Sorry, you just… I never thought I would hear those words from you, honey. You're getting braver with me now, and–and I love it." Selina said to Bruce, that same, beautiful smile returning to her face once more. "But first, take off those gloves of yours."
Without hesitation, Bruce immediately began to pull off the armored gauntlet that he wore. After a series of locks were released, he was able to pull them off and set them close by. Now when he looked down, his brown eyes would see his bare, pale arms. Scars and faded wounds dotted his forearms, marring what had at one time been flesh without blemish. There were slashes of all different shapes and sizes which he had accumulated over the past years. His knuckles were bruised a light gray and purple. They had faced constant use throughout his time as the Batman. Being used each night as his weapons to inflict justice. At one time, he had used these hands to inflict vengeance on every criminal in the city. He had seen every single one of them as the one who had murdered his parents.
But Bruce knew better now. He had to be a symbol of hope. It had been a hard and difficult journey to get to where he was now, but he was seeing success. People were referring to him as "the Batman" now instead of his once moniker "Vengeance."
Bruce took in a deep breath when Selina reached out to touch his bare arms. Her fingers ghosted over his ashen skin, tracing the old scars she found there. Her hands danced up his arms slowly, before slowly pulling back down. Then Selina grabbed his right hand and brought it over to her suit, her eyes meeting his as she maneuvered him to where she needed him. Bruce could feel and see Selina pushing his hand against her bare stomach. Her skin felt hot to the touch, and he craved more of her.
His fingers combed through her abdominal muscles, grazing her firm brown skin as they looked into one another's eyes. She felt so… relaxed under him. The anger and intensity from the past was gone, now it was replaced by something new. Was it love? Was it passion? Or was it something else? Bruce didn't know, but he wanted more of it. He wanted… her.
Selina bit down on her bottom lip as she directed his hand below the waistband of her white underwear. They gasped in unison when his fingers found her core, her aching pussy where she needed his attention. And they both blushed now, keenly aware of what was happening. Bruce tenderly ran his fingers against Selina, his digits running across the surface of her womanhood. He could feel her lips, pouting out and needy. And he felt the arousal there, her heat and need for him was unmistakable as it covered his fingers. Her thighs shook every so slightly around his hand, her need was unmistakable… as was her nervousness.
Bruce leaned forward then, gently grasping Selina's chin. For a second, he did nothing, save for staring into her eyes. And she stared back at him, still biting her lip. Then she gasped as V stroked a finger between the lips of her labia, that digit soon becoming covered in her arousal. The fingers grasping her jaw pulled her face close to his as he planted his ashen lips upon her caramel ones, tasting her as they kissed there… covered in the azure rays of moonlight. The light cascaded over the two of them in the moonlight as they began to make out.
This time when Selina's tongue pushed into Bruce's, he pushed back. His tongue met hers, startling him. He had submitted to her again and again, but this time… this time Bruce wanted to take the plunge. He wanted to keep on chasing that feeling of surprising her. Her awkwardness when he took control, her red cheeks which burned in embarrassment and surprise, he loved that more than anything. And he wanted to see more of it.
As the pair made out, Bruce slowly pushed two fingers into her without warning. He went slow at first, so that Selina could adjust to his digits pushing inside of her. When they pushed past her entrance, her hand suddenly gripped his wrist which was right at her navel. At first Bruce worried that he had startled her, but when her nails began to dig into his arm, he knew that she liked it. Her nails were painful as they dug into his skin, though the pain was oddly arousing. And it wasn't as painful as he thought it would be. Selina must have been holding back
Trying to gain control of the situation, Bruce began to move his fingers within Selina as his tongue pushed into her mouth. When Selina moaned into the kiss, he was awestruck by her beauty and how she sounded. She sounded like an angel, and he was desperate to hear more of those sweet, beautiful noises. He needed to hear more of them. Bruce slowly withdrew his fingers and then pushed them back inside of her, deeper this time as she got more adjusted to him. He could feel her walls squeezing around him, and she felt so very hot and needy.
Selina's legs shook as he began to slowly pick up the pace, now moving his fingers at a faster pace. Bruce could sense Selina getting close to coming, which helped to spur him on. As they kissed, Selina suddenly reached up to pull his hand away from her jaw. She moved his scarred, pale hand to one of her bare breasts. He understood immediately what she wanted of him. Bruce gently squeezed her breast, and Selina arched her back when he did. Seeing her arch her back like that was mesmerizing, and it would be something he could never forget, even if he tried.
"Come on Vengeance, make me… come~" Selina spoke between pants as they withdrew briefly, only to kiss and make out once again.
Their tongues battled for dominance as Bruce curled his fingers within Selina. She arched her back again, and again moaned into the kiss. But this moan was much louder than the previous one. He had found her sweet spot. Bruce continued to curl his fingers and move against that spot within her, while his thumb would reach up to rub against her needy clitoris. He had been neglecting it entirely by accident. Though now that his attention returned, he knew Selina would come in seconds.
Soon, it all became too much for Selina to bear. His fingers pushing and curling against her g-spot, his thumb rubbing her clitoris, and now his fingers pulling on and pinching one of her nipples. With a loud moan, she came hard around him. Bruce moaned into the kiss as she came, his fingers continuing to move within her to try and help her ride out her orgasm. Her thighs would shake around his hand, and her front would press against his.
After a few seconds, they pulled away, the two of them panting and worn out. Bruce couldn't believe that had just happened. He had been intending to talk to Selina but instead… they made out and the situation had devolved from there. But he wasn't complaining. Bruce had loved every second of it, and it seemed like Selina had as well. She was breathless now, and her cheeks were red as she tried to catch her breath.
She stepped close to him, pulling his hand up. Selina opened her mouth and took two of his fingers into her mouth, her tongue running across and wrapping around the two digits that had been within her only moments ago. At the sight of Selina's display, Bruce blushed… his cheeks taking on a pink hue as he watched Selina intently. He could feel her tongue running over the small divots and lines of his fingers. Selina slowly pulled away from him, licking her lips when his fingers had left her mouth. Without stopping, she leaned forward and kissed Bruce once more.
Bruce could taste her on his lips, the taste of her arousal, her need for him. And it was delicious. It reminded him of kissing her earlier, but the taste was sweeter than anything he had ever had before. Bruce had tasted the most exquisite delicacies and meals on account of his servants and his privileged upbringing. But this taste, it completely outshone all of those other tastes. He wanted to taste more of her. He wanted for Selina to mount his face.
The two of them pulled away once again, a trail of saliva connecting their lips as they pulled back before it snapped, gone as soon as it appeared.
"Hm, good job, honey~"
Bruce smiled at Selina's compliment. This smile was the biggest and brightest one that he had shown her thus far tonight. She made him feel happy. With Selina, he didn't feel so alone anymore. He had finally found somebody that understood him, and she even loved him. And he loved her. Two outcasts, the Bat and the Cat, Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle, and they somehow had fallen in love with one another.
Selina soon zipped up her outfit and pulled her bra back into place before she looked back up at Bruce. He felt a chill run up his spine when she looked at him. That same dangerous glint from earlier from there, but there was something else as well. Something… deeper. Bruce couldn't quite place it, despite all that he understood about her, he truly knew nothing about Selina. She was mysterious, and he liked that.
"Why are you here, Selina?"
"Oh, that again?" Selina sighed. She didn't feel like answering, but she had made him a promise. And she wasn't keen on breaking that promise. "Well… I'm here to see you. I missed you, V. I wanted to… to see you again. Is that answer good enough for you?"
Bruce stepped close to Selina, looking down at her as he towered over her. And she looked up at him, looking into his eyes.
"Yeah, of course." Bruce replied simply. He didn't know what to say, he was at a loss for words. "Uhm, I want to give you something."
Bruce reached down to his utility belt and opened a container from it, pulling out a simple smartphone which he handed to her.
"So we can remain in communication with each other."
"Oh… thank you, honey. I'll be sure to keep this close." She chuckled, "Maybe I'll send you the motel number I'm staying at so that we can finish what we started here…"
Bruce didn't respond, merely nodding his head in response. And that answer seemed to be satisfactory for her. Sadly, the moment didn't last long. Selina went back to grab the valuables from the vault that she had been opening, but Bruce stopped her.
"Selina, no."
"Oh come on, honey…"
"You know I can't let you steal when I'm around."
"Hm…fine…"
Bruce figured that Selina would just go around and burglarize other locations when he wasn't around. While he didn't like her stealing, there was little that he could do about it. Selina sighed as she gave him a kiss goodbye, and then she was gone. And Bruce hoped that they would meet again, to finish what they had started in Wayne Tower.
