Welcome to chapter 8, thank you so much for reading this far. I hope you are enjoying the sotry so far, cause its about to get crazy
December 30th
The cops had done a clan sweep of Faber's apartment in their investigation. They were unsuccessful in deducing who the burglar worked for. Harriet had been staying with Kate, but now they were both told they could return home.
As Faber grappled with the aftermath of the break-in, she felt a wave of guilt wash over her for inadvertently putting Harriet in harm's way. Despite her attempts to reassure Harriet, the unease lingered, gnawing at the edges of her consciousness like a persistent shadow. The thought that someone had targeted her specifically filled her with a deep sense of vulnerability, reminding her of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of Gotham. Determined to ensure their safety, Faber doubled down on her security measures, fortifying her apartment with additional safeguards. Yet, despite her efforts to protect herself and those around her, she couldn't shake off the lingering sense of unease that plagued her every thought. Harriet's unwavering support provided a glimmer of solace amidst the chaos, her refusal to leave serving as a testament to their bond.
Faber made sure to check her office thoroughly, and see to it all her papers and notes were organised and that nothing was taken. Fortunately everything was there.
After settling back in, Faber felt suffocated. She needed to get out, and she new exactly what would make her happy.
Later that night.
Dick couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation. There he was, Nightwing, stopping a burglary at none other than Faber Loralle's home. The irony wasn't lost on him as he imagined how Faber would have reacted if she knew it was really him behind the mask - she probably would have turned that knife on him. The thought brought a smile to his face as he considered the unlikely scenario of Faber confronting him in her own home. It was a humorous thought, one that added a touch of levity to the seriousness of their encounter. Despite the tension between them, Dick couldn't help but find amusement in the idea of Faber attempting to turn the tables on him, if only she knew.
Dick entered the Batcave with a purposeful stride, his mind occupied with the events of the night. As he made his way towards the Batcomputer, he spotted Damian Wayne hunched over the controls, his brow furrowed in concentration. Damian's intense focus was evident as he navigated through the data on the screen, his fingers flying across the keyboard with precision.
"Hey, Damian," Dick greeted him, offering a nod of acknowledgement as he approached. Damian glanced up briefly, his expression guarded as he acknowledged Dick's presence with a curt nod of his own before returning his attention to the screen.
"What are you working on? Does Bruce know you're down here?" Dick inquired, curious about Damian's current project. He knew Damian could be secretive about his work, often preferring to tackle things on his own, but Dick couldn't help but be intrigued by the younger vigilante's activities.
Damian hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share the details with Dick. Finally, he spoke, his tone clipped and businesslike. "Father does not need to constantly concern himself with my whereabouts, but if you must know, I am just analysing some recent criminal activity in Gotham," Damian replied, his eyes never leaving the screen. "There's been an increase in organised crime activity, and I'm trying to pinpoint the source."
Dick nodded, understanding Damian's need for vigilance. Despite their differences, he respected Damian's dedication to keeping Gotham safe. "Anything I can help with?" Dick offered, eager to lend a hand if needed.
Damian glanced at Dick, a hint of scepticism in his gaze. "I don't require assistance," he stated bluntly, his tone bordering on dismissive. "I can handle this on my own."
Dick resisted the urge to roll his eyes at Damian's stubbornness, knowing it was futile to argue with him. Instead, he simply shrugged, a wry smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Alright, suit yourself, Dami" Dick replied, deciding not to push the issue further. He knew Damian was fiercely independent and preferred to work alone, and Dick respected that.
Damian shot him a sidelong glance, his irritation palpable. "You know I don't like you calling me that," he muttered through gritted teeth.
Dick couldn't help but be amused by Damian's perpetual brooding—he was undoubtedly Bruce's son. Before he could respond, however, an alert sounded. "There's a break-in at Gotham's central bank!"
In a heartbeat, Dick transformed into Nightwing, his movements swift and decisive as he headed for his motorbike.
Damian turned to him with a pleading expression. "No! It's mine! I saw it first!"
Dick chuckled, knowing full well that Bruce wouldn't approve of Damian going on patrol alone. "Bruce wouldn't be too happy if he knew I let you," he reasoned, his tone laced with amusement. "He would have my head, and any moral code he claims to have would go out the window."
"I'm nearly eighteen!" Damian protested, his frustration evident.
"Yeah, in seven more years," Dick teased. "Maybe then."
Damian huffed in exasperation. "Well, can't I come with you? Batman is already out with Red Robin dealing with an escapee from Arkham which I missed out on."
Dick glanced at the alert, knowing exactly who was behind the break-in, and he had no intention of letting Damian interfere. "Maybe next time, lil bro," he replied with a grin before revving his bike and speeding off into the streets of Gotham.
It took Nightwing only ten minutes to reach the bank. With practised ease, he flipped and twisted his way up to the roof, where he spotted her standing, her back to him as she gazed down at the police cars converging in front of the bank. He approached her cautiously, his senses on high alert.
"I'm afraid you're too late this time," she remarked coolly, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "The money is already hidden and tucked away."
Nightwing's gaze narrowed as he closed the distance between them. "Whose money was it?" he inquired, his tone tinged with curiosity.
Belladonna turned around slowly, meeting his gaze with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine. "Richard Sionis," she answered, her voice dripping with disdain. It was clear that there was deep-rooted hatred between them, and Nightwing couldn't blame her. Richard Sionis was a notorious mafia figure, and he was certainly not a good man.
"You're going to have quite the target on your back," Nightwing warned, his voice low and serious as he stood mere inches away from her.
Belladonna grinned wickedly, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Are you going to protect me from the big bad man?" she whispered teasingly, her breath tickling his ear.
Despite the gravity of the situation, Nightwing couldn't help but feel a surge of adrenaline coursing through him at her proximity. There was an undeniable chemistry between them, a magnetic pull that seemed to defy logic, or maybe it was just his dick telling him. He knew he should be focusing on the task at hand, but in that moment, all he could think about was the woman standing before him, her playful demeanour masking the danger that surrounded them.
"So," she started, her voice barely above a whisper, "are you going to arrest me?" Her hands found their way to his chest, their touch sending a jolt of electricity through him. Slowly, tantalisingly, she smoothed her hands down, tracing the contours of his body with feather-light touches.
Her hands ventured further, inching closer to his growing erection, but before she could reach her destination, he seized both her wrists in his grasp, pinning them above her head. With a primal urgency, he crushed his lips to hers, the kiss hungry and demanding, fueled by a raw, unspoken desire that had been simmering between them for far too long.
Her lips tasted like temptation, soft and sweet like marshmallows, and he found himself utterly addicted to the sensation as they kissed with a burning desire that threatened to consume them both. With a primal hunger, he dropped her wrists, his hands tracing a path down her waist, following the curves of her body with reverent attention.
Moving with a sense of urgency, his hands found their way to her supple ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her effortlessly. Her bare thighs wrapped around his waist, her legs locking around him in a tight embrace, as they remained locked in their passionate kiss. Though they were high up, and perhaps would be seen, the thought was too minor in this moment to cross their minds.
The rain began to fall in a gentle cascade, adding a layer of intimacy to their already heated encounter. Faber smiled against his lips, savouring the sensation of the raindrops mingling with their fervent kisses. But as the realisation of the downpour dawned upon her, she broke the kiss, her breath coming in soft gasps.
"It's raining," she stated, her voice barely above a whisper, a playful glint in her eyes.
"It seems so," he replied, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips as he softly bit her lower lip, eliciting a soft gasp from her.
Faber's mind raced with possibilities, her pulse quickening with anticipation. "I may know a place," she finally replied, a coy smile gracing her lips.
"Lead the way," he urged, his voice husky with desire as he eagerly followed her into the rain-soaked night.
He followed her to the window of an apartment building that seemed to be abandoned, its windows dark and lifeless. As Belladonna began to lift the window, he couldn't help but interject, "We're breaking in?"
She turned to him, her gaze unwavering. "Is that a problem?" Her voice was laced with challenge, daring him to object.
He chuckled softly, shaking his head. Breaking into buildings was practically second nature to him, so it certainly wasn't a problem. With a nod, he followed her into the room, the anticipation of what was to come sending a thrill down his spine.
They resumed their passionate kiss, their bodies pressing against each other with an urgency that bordered on desperation. Soon enough, they found themselves tumbling onto the bed, the once pristine sheets now damp and ruffled from their fervent embrace.
Belladonna momentarily pushed him away, her hands fumbling with his suit as she pulled the top half over his head. He reciprocated, reaching for the zip at the front of her leotard, his movements eager and determined. With a swift motion, he stripped her until she was clad only in her purple boots and mask, her body a vision of desire and temptation. He made sure to take his comm off, he was not letting anything ruin this moment. He was blinded by desire.
In that moment, they were consumed by an undeniable hunger, their desires colliding in a whirlwind of passion and longing. It was raw, insatiable, and utterly intoxicating—the embodiment of everything they had been craving. Nightwing pulled the bottom half of his suit down, and once both naked, Belladonna used her strength to flip herself on top, till she was straddling him.
Dick firmly gripped her waist as they moved in a fast, regular rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. With a gasp, she guided his hands to her breasts, her skin hot beneath his touch. The sensation sent a shiver down his spine, and he couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.
Belladonna's smile widened in ecstasy, her eyes blazing with desire as they moved together with an undeniable urgency. In that moment, nothing else mattered except the intoxicating pleasure they found in each other's embrace.
Their passion burned hotter with each movement, the intensity building between them as they surrendered to the primal urge driving them forward. Dick's heart pounded in his chest, his senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of desire coursing through his veins.
Belladonna's soft moans filled the room, punctuating the air with the sweet symphony of their lovemaking. Her body arched against his, seeking deeper connection.
Their union was a tempestuous dance of pleasure and release. With every thrust, they pushed each other to the brink of ecstasy, their bodies melding together in a frenzy of desire.
As the storm of desire reached its crescendo, they found solace in each other's arms, their bodies entwined between the sheets. Nightwing made slow strokes down Belladonna's back. As their breathing settled, Nightwing quickly realised a problem.
"I, uh" he didn't know how to phrase it.
"What is it?" She replied, her eyes closed as her head lay on his bare chest.
"I didn't use a condom, and I didn't last time." Dick held his breath for a second awaiting her response.
"I am on the pill, but I will get the morning after pill tomorrow morning anyway, trust me, I do not want to have a baby growing inside me from anonymous sex," she stated, her voice was light and clearly not as concerned as he thought she would be. "You know, we've known of each other for what? A year. Well, I never imagined you to have a bit of a dark side" she teased.
"A dark side?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah , I mean, sleeping with criminals doesn't seem very heroic." she had no idea how common it was he thought to himself.
Dick chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along her skin as they lay entwined on the bed. "I suppose everyone has their secrets," he mused, his tone light. "But you're not exactly innocent yourself, Belladonna. Stealing isn't exactly a heroic endeavour either."
Belladonna grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Touché," she replied, her voice playful. Little did he know that that money was stolen for the greater good, but she wouldn't admit that. Although, there was a strong chance he did, and that's why he allowed himself to sleep with a thief of her degree. "I guess we're both a little bit twisted, aren't we?"
Dick's lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer to her, his breath warm against her skin. "Maybe that's why we get along so well," he murmured, his fingers trailing down her spine in a teasing caress.
Belladonna chuckled softly, the sound like music to his ears. "Or maybe we're just two sides of the same coin," she teased. Their banter was lighthearted, a welcome reprieve from the intensity of their earlier passion
As they once again fell into silence, Nightwing spotted the clock which was illuminated by the neon signs from outside the window. It was nearing 1:30 am, he couldn't stay much longer. As if reading his mind, belladonna noted, "you should probably go soon, I'm sure crime is already on the rise with each minute you spend here with me. Plus, your little bat fam might be wondering where you are."
"Yeah," he sighed and got up and reached for his suit and comm. He felt Belladonna's stare and new if he looked back at her he would never leave. "Till next time, Belladonna." Those were his final word before swinging out into the city.
As he activated his comm, Nightwing was met with an incoming call from Damian. As Nightwing answered Damian's call, he braced himself for the inevitable barrage of questions and concern. "Hey, Dami, what's up?" he greeted, masking the weariness in his voice.
"What's up? I've been calling you!" Damian's voice crackled with frustration. "Batman and Red Robin went to the scene and said you weren't there. Gordon said he didn't see you and that the thief got away. I thought you were going to fix the problem?"
Nightwing hesitated, crafting a plausible excuse on the spot. "Yeah, I followed them, but they managed to get a kick in my face and the comm got hit," he lied smoothly, the words slipping effortlessly from his tongue. "I got knocked out and only just fixed the comm. I'm coming back now."
He hated lying to his brothers, but they could never know about this, and it could especially not get back to Batman.
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