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R.
Pas de Deux
by Djinn
"Why do you
hide?" Diana turned away from her
study of the Batcave.
"Who says I'm
hiding?"
"The cave, the
cowl. The constant scowl."
"I'm not scowling
now." But he wasn't smiling
either. His face was, at best, neutral.
She took a step toward
him. "Why did you ask me
here?"
He moved back, into the
shadows, and she felt a surge of irritation fill her.
"Bruce?"
"Someday you're going to
slip and call me that around someone who doesn't know."
"I never
slip." She followed his voice,
could tell when he leapt to the ledge above her.
"No, you don't slip, do
you, Princess?"
"Ah, I see now. You invited me here to insult me." She closed her eyes, letting her ears take
over. Reaching for the lasso, she
tracked Bruce as unerringly as one of his bats might have. "You have three seconds to get down
here."
"Or you'll what?"
She let the lasso go; it
whirred around her loudly enough for him to hear it. He landed beside her a moment later.
"Goddess forbid that you
might have to speak the truth." She
coiled the lasso back up, hooked it to her belt.
"You think I lie?"
"I think you
evade."
"Ah." He walked to the table he'd been working at
when she'd first walked in. "I made
you something."
She knew better than to be
touched. "Do I want to know?"
He did smile, one side of his
mouth going up more than the other. She
moved closer, drawn, as ever, by that elusive warmth.
"Close your eyes,"
he said.
She laughed.
"Please?"
Their eyes met. He was the only one
other than Kal who could stare her down that way. Only Kal never stared at her with such
implacable will.
"Please?" he said
again. The word was at odds with his
dark glare, and she smiled as she let her eyes close. "You love doing that to me," he
whispered as he drew nearer.
"You let me do so little
to you--I have to love what I
can." She could not remember when
they'd begun this strangely overt banter when they were alone. Sometime after he ran away from her, sometime
after Trevor was taken away from her.
Sometime after Kal's marriage nearly fell apart because of her.
"You have no idea what
you do to me." He touched her arm
gently, pushing in.
She felt a moment of
pressure, than heat. Opening her eyes,
she saw a small bat image gradually disappearing into her skin. "An invisible tattoo? How endearing. And truly the gift for the girl who has
everything."
"It's if I ever need to
find you."
"It'll what? Glow in the dark?" She moved closer, trying to make him
uncomfortable. She might as well try to
make him skip to the loo; he just ignored her.
He shook his head. "Watch this." Picking up an instrument, he hit a
button.
She felt her arm heating
up. "How hot is this going to
get?"
"You're damn near
invulnerable, what do you care?" He
held out the instrument so she could see it was some kind of direction finder
and tracking device.
"Range?"
"A long, long
way." He grinned at her. "Polar regions even."
"Think you'll put a
crimp on things?" She was tired of
people assuming she and Kal hung out in his Fortress making mad, passionate
love while Lois sat at home pining. Lois
wasn't the pining kind, and Diana was relatively sure that if Lois thought Kal
was cheating on her, she'd throw him out of the apartment. Possibly right out the window.
Tough girl.
She rubbed at her arm. "Pretty ballsy to just put this on
me. No warning. No by your leave."
He rolled his eyes. "I make a shitty courtier."
"That you do." She smiled and launched herself up into the
darkness. "Find me, if you
can."
She felt the spot on her arm
heating up again as she climbed nearly soundlessly up the ledge, trying not to
disturb the bats.
"Don't get them riled
up. I just washed the Batmobile."
She moved to the side,
skirting the light, easily leaving him and the bats behind. Only not him, not for long. She could hear the little instrument
beep-beeping behind her.
"How long will this
last?" she asked just before she flew up and up and over where he stood. She could hear the pinging of the direction
finder as she twisted above him.
"Oh, a while."
"Define that." She twisted back again.
"Let's just say I won't
be around to notice when it stops working."
"So you've marked
me."
"In a manner of
speaking."
She dove into the depths of
the cave. "Follow me now, big
man," she muttered.
A rope dropped to the floor,
she could hear him rappelling down.
Backing up, she waited for him in the inky blackness.
The instrument cast a slight
glow but not enough to light up his face.
"I know you're here, Diana."
She moved, her feet making no
sound as she circled him. She could hear
him pivoting, never letting her get behind him.
"Hearing is a wonderful
thing," he said.
"That it is." She readied herself for a great spring into
the air, felt him grab her hand.
"Earthbound this time." His chest bumped hers. "Run."
"Make me." She pulled his face to hers and tried to kiss
him.
She thought he was expecting
it. He pushed her away, his leg coming
out in what she could tell was a kick meant to drop her.
She countered it, knew he
would expect her to jump or to bend with the blow, not out-muscle it. She tried to gauge her power, didn't want to
break his leg. Just sort of...bruise it.
Their legs hit, and he went
down.
"Holy shit."
"That'll teach you to not
kiss me." She leaned down, touching
his leg. "You all right?"
"Yes, I'm all
right." But he didn't sound very
happy with her.
"You wanted me to
run?" She laughed and took off,
knew that it would be a few seconds before he followed. "Do you really think I'm spending time at
the Fortress?"
"It's possible I do
think that." He seemed to be
limping a little.
"You want me to kiss your
owie and make it better?"
"Uh, no."
"Somewhere else you'd
like me to kiss?"
He was walking
better--nothing like a little anger to help the healing process. "You have no idea where I'd like you to
kiss, you royal b--"
"--Why, Mister
Wayne. Such language."
She ran out of cave suddenly,
nearly slamming her face into the wall.
Fortunately, her boobs saved her.
She hated to think of them as bumpers, but she supposed it was better
than personal flotation devices. But
even fatty tissue didn't enjoy crashing into rock face. "Owwww."
"Oops," he said,
his voice rough behind her. "Should
I kiss them and make them better?"
"Oh, you
wish." She dodged to the left, hand
out in case the wall was closer than she thought.
It was. A feint to the right proved the same
thing. She'd run into some kind of dead
end tunnel.
"Miscalculated, did
we?"
"Well, I didn't. You might have." She turned, ready to fly, hands above her
head just in case the ceiling was lower than she thought.
"No. Stay on the ground."
"Why?"
"Because I want you
to."
"Leave the 'to' off,
Bruce."
"Because I want
you." He was very close, the
instrument no longer making noise.
"Your little toy on
silent running?"
"No. I dropped it when you kicked me. It's back there somewhere." His voice was sultry heat rushing against her
ear.
He had found her without the
tracking device?
She turned, could tell her
lips were close to his. "Do
you?"
"Do I what?"
"Want me?"
He didn't answer.
She reached for the lasso.
"Will it mean anything
if you have to force it out of me?"
Dropping her hand, she backed
up, until the rough stone bit into her back.
She wasn't sure what he wanted from her.
But then she usually wasn't.
He moved forward, touching
her, pushing her harder against the rock.
"Yes."
"Yes?"
"Yes, I do want you." His lips touched her throat, then he was
brushing her hair off her neck, finding her neck as if he was some modern-day
vampire. He sucked, harder than she
expected, and she felt her knees buckle.
"Ah, I've found your Achilles heel."
She pushed his cowl off him, could
tell he was trying to pull away and held him.
"No, Bruce. You're my
Achilles heel. Don't you know that
yet?"
He froze.
"Finish what you've
started. Please?" She nuzzled his neck, working up to his
ear. Whispering, "Please, for once,
finish this."
"Diana. If I finish it, I'll never..." He went limp against her, and she could tell
he was going to run.
"I've never slept with
Kal. I've never slept with Trevor or
Arthur or anyone that people think I've slept with. I've never slept with any man and I want to
sleep with you, Bruce Wayne. I want
Batman to be my first." She rubbed
against him, slowly, gently. "You
know that. Somewhere, deep down in that
Kevlar-shielded heart, you know that."
He moaned, and it sounded
like surrender to her.
"Make me weak
again?" She kissed him slowly,
feeling him respond, his lips pressing down with more force the longer they
kissed. "Show me how you
love."
"Not here."
"Where else? This is you.
This is the deepest you. Take me
in your bed some other time. Not the
first time."
It seemed to be the right
thing to say because he was suddenly pulling off her uniform, helping her pull
off his. The ground was cold and hard;
the small stones pushed into her back and legs, and she didn't care. But he might.
"You'll be a mess by morning."
"We'll be upstairs in my
bed by morning," he said, and she'd never heard his voice so light. "Possibly with a heating pad and first
aid kit. You did a number on my leg, you
know?" As he talked, he was kissing his way down her
body. Stopping at many places of
interest. If she'd been standing, she'd
have fallen.
"God, Diana."
She didn't need light to know
what he was going to do, but she was surprised how well he controlled her as he
did it. He knew exactly where she
was. He drew her back, urged her on, and
pulled her back again. She had her
fingers tangled in his hair, cried out in frustration.
He laughed. But it was a warm laugh. "You want me to finish it?"
"Bruce, for the love of
all the gods..."
He finished it. She was very, very loud as he did it. She didn't mean to make so much noise, but he
didn't seem to mind. He was chuckling
when she finally shut up.
"Was it good for you,
Princess?" This time he said the
title with the utmost affection.
"You make a damn fine
courtier, Mister Wayne." She pulled
him onto her. "Wouldn't you like to
have your way with me?"
"Well, I'm not sure,
your highness." He moved as he
teased her, easing onto her, then into her.
They both groaned.
"Oh, my." She closed her eyes.
"You all
right?" He kissed her gently, and
she realized he wasn't moving much, was waiting for her, waiting to make sure
she was okay.
"I love you." Pulling his face to her, she kissed him,
opening herself up to him in every way she could. "Love me."
"I don't have any
choice." His hands were gentle on
her as he began to move. "God help
me, I've tried not to. But you're
relentless."
"Me?" She laughed huskily as she nuzzled his
cheek. "And you think that marking
me was the best way to show disinterest?"
She could hear him laugh, the
soft exhale a wonderful sound in the dark.
His voice was very
husky. "I wanted to claim you as
mine, even in some small way."
"Well, I wanted to be
yours. So your nefarious plan worked
well with my ultimate goal."
He groaned in mock
dismay. "I've fallen prey to your
evil scheme?" He was moving faster,
harder.
It felt wonderful.
"I'm afraid so,
Batman. You are now my prisoner."
"Damn." He stopped talking, was making other,
interesting noises as the intensity grew.
She decided she liked the
intensity, and the friction it caused, and the parts of his body that rubbed
against other, very sensitive parts of her body.
Soon they were both making a
lot of noise.
"As evil plots
go...," she whispered when they finally lay still.
"That one's a keeper." He held
her close, rolling to his side and groaning, probably as the dagger-like rocks
pushed into his butt. "You really
wanted this for your first time? You are
one weird woman."
"That's why you like
me." She kissed him as lovingly as
she could.
He kissed her the same way
back. "You're not like other
girls."
"Well, you're not like other boys.
It's a perfect match."
He sighed. It was a very happy sound.
"So how long will this
tracking tattoo really last?"
He chuckled. "Forty-eight hours."
"Hmmm. We could have a lot of fun with that."
"Diana, I have a feeling
we could have a lot of fun with a loaf of Wonder Bread and marshmallow
fluff."
She thought about that. For too long apparently.
"I just mean they're the
most boring foods I know, and you could spice them up."
"That's so nice of
you. Are you feeling all right?"
He laughed.
"But that isn't what I
was thinking about. You know, if you
mixed them right..." She ran her
tongue down his ear, then whispered just what she was thinking.
He was up and trying to find
his uniform. "I think a grocery run
is in order." He took a step and
cursed. "Damn, Diana. My leg really hurts."
She got up, reaching around
for her uniform. He'd left her tiara on
her. That amused her. "Maybe Alfred has something similar
upstairs?"
"Upstairs? Where the bed is? Great idea." He laughed, somehow finding her in the dark
and pulling her close. "I love you,
you know."
"I'm very happy about
that."
"Somehow, I doubt that
you're as happy about that as I am, Princess."
"Oh, I am so happy. I have never been happier." She decided another game of tag might be in
order.
He seemed to read her mind,
grabbing her hand, and saying gently, "Come on, happy one. You can play hide-and-go-seek in my
bedroom."
"Who knew you were such
a wuss?"
"Diana, there's bat
guano all over. It's gross." He laughed.
"Not that I noticed or cared a few minutes ago. But I think it's time to repair to Bruce's
lair and leave Batman's to the bats."
"Oh, fine." As she followed him, she realized another
smell was following her. A not-so-nice
smell. She sniffed at her hair. "Oh my god. That's disgusting."
"Yep." He kissed her. "We both need a shower."
She blinked a little as they
walked into the light. "Can we have
sex in the shower?"
"We can have sex
wherever you want, Diana." He
pulled her to him, hitching her under his arm as he kissed her. His eyes were tender and for once, he wasn't
hiding. "I love you," he said
again, then led her quickly out of the Batcave and to the stairs.
Smiling, she followed him upstairs. She could get very used to this indulgent
side of Bruce.
Very, very used to it.
FIN