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This fiction is my first smutfic and my present to Artemis for Christmas.

Warning: First smutfic. Be gentle.

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Man’s World is a strange place.

After learning of Batman’s true identity in Kasnia, her curiosity overwhelmed her. She had pondered a single question since she met the man: What made him become Batman?

She found that answer tonight, after searching through some the of outdated Gotham Gazette newspapers at the local library. She was becoming increasingly bored with the constant unneeded emphasis on otherwise unimportant events, until a large headline with the word ‘Wayne” caught her eye.

Her eyes widened in horror as she read, then reread the headline: Waynes Murdered in Crime Alley. Her eyes trailed down to a picture of two outlines in chalk, on a dingy sidewalk. Beside that photo was a picture of a small boy, his eyes red and face streaked with tears. Recognition slammed into her when she realized that boy had Bru eye eyes…and that look of determination he sometimes had on his face while operating as the Dark Knight.

“Oh, Bruce,” she whispered.

Diana leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She couldn’t imagine what it would do to her if her mother had been the victim of a senseless act of violence. She had to ask herself: would she have ended up the same way?

She wasn’t sure she liked the answer.

*****

“Good evening, Sir. Would you care for a bite to eat?”

The dark figure ignored the older man’s request, and continued working. He knew it was a pointless pursuit, but he had to try.

“Sir, you haven’t eaten in days. I strongly suggest you considering—“

“I’m busy, Alfred.”

Alfred shook his head at his bloodshot-eyed employer. “You have to eat sometime, sir. Otherwise how will you find the strength to-“

A movement in the shadows. “You forget I have been trained by the best, to handle all situations.”

Alfred’s expression changed to that of disgust. “With all due respect sir, I don’t care how trained you are. You cannot get away with ignoring your body’s needs for much longer. I fear that your stubbornness and refusal to care for yourself will one day be your downfall.”

The man shrouded in darkness leaned forward and pinched his brow. “Just go away, Alfred.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “The headaches are back, I see. I would think that you’d just stand in your costume, glare in the mirror, and frighten them away. Since you are, after all, “trained by the best,” he said sarcastically.

Batman looked up at Alfred, angrily. “You are not helping.”

Alfred remained as undaunted as always. “Sir, you are not helping yourself.”

“You have headaches?”

The two men turned toward the sound of the feminine voice.

Diana walked out behind Alfred. Batman hadn’t even known that she was there. That made his head pound all the more mercilessly.

Batman glared at his butler through the haze of pain. “Why didn’t you say that I had company?” he spat.

“I would think, sir, that since you were trained by the best, you would also be aware of one’s presence. Therefore, I wouldn’t need to tell you that she is here, you would already know.”

Batman gave a warning glare. “Alfred…”

“Very well, sir.” Alfred took Diana by the arm. “Master Bruce wishes that I see you out.”

Diana yanked her arm away. “I will not be “seen out,” by any man!”

Alfred looked at Batman. “The lady wishes to stay, sir. I am in no position to force her not to, and quite frankly sir, if she can convince you to eat, I am not compelled to do so.” With that, Alfred turned on his heel and headed back up the stairs, toward the vast mansion.

The door slammed and Diana turned toward Batman, who was pinching his brow. These past few weeks he seemed to be working himself endlessly, and now she sees that he also hasn’t been eating. Stubborn man.

Batman didn’t look up from pinching his brow. “What do you need, Princess?” he asked. His voice was very tired, almost defeated.

She walked up behind his chair. “I think the question is, what do you need?” she replied.

He groaned. “Don’t you start on me, now,” he said wearily. “Alfred is bad enough.”

“Did it ever occur to you, great detective, that if you eat something, your headache would cease?”

Batman sighed. “Leave.”

Diana crossed her arms. “Eat and sleep, and I will leave.”

Batman glared at her, then reached over his computer, snatching up a muffin that Alfred had left on the tray. He took a large bite of it and glared at her. Diana had to hold back the laughter from the expression on his face. She couldn’t suppress the smile, however.

“You’re nothing but a spoiled brat,” Diana grinned. “A rich, spoiled brat, that throws a fit when he doesn’t get his way.”

“How true,” Alfred called from upstairs.

Batman threw down the muffin. “I’m leaving.” He walked over to the Batmobile, but Diana flew in front of him.

“You can’t drive like this. You’re bound to get yourself, or someone else, killed.”

Batman shut his eyes tightly. “Why won’t you leave?”

“Because for some reason, despite your aristocratic arrogance and stubborn refusal to obey your own body’s needs, I care about you.” Diana replied.

“I care about Gotham,” Batman stated.

Diana’s eyes softened. “If you don’t care for yourself, no one will care for Gotham.” She observed him closely. “Look at you. You can barely stand up. Who knows how much weight you’ve lost, and your body can’t take much more of this punishment. Did you ever think that if you would lie down and eat some food, that headache would ease down?”

“What would ease my headache, would be if you went away,” he replied.

“Why? So you can continue this self-torture?” Diana shook her head. “Hera, Bruce, you should look in a mirror.”

“I don’t care,” Batman said.

“But I do,” Diana shot back. “And it wasn’t your fault.”

“What wasn’t my fault?” Batman turned strode back to his seat before the computer, half-collapsing onto it.

“The deaths of your parents.”

Batman’s head shot up. “What did you say?”

“You know I’m aware of your true identity. I wanted to know what drove you to do…what you do. I did some research and—“

Batman looked up, furious. “And where exactly did you acquire this information?”

Diana looked somewhat proud as she spoke. “Gotham Public Library.” However, her smile faded as the fury on her teammate’s face grew.

Batman whirled around and stood up crossly, glaring down at her. “You searched for Bruce Wayne’s history.”

Diana nodded.

He took a step forward, backing her up. “In the public library.”

Diana nodded again, another step.

“In your Wonder Woman costume.”

Diana nodded, and with another step toward her, she understood.

“Bruce, I’m sure they weren’t—“

Batman glared at her. “You could have compromised my identity by that stunt you just pulled. The least thing you could have done is put on some sort of disguise. Anyone could cross-reference the fact that Wonder Woman was viewing information on Bruce Wayne in a Gotham Library and—“

“Why would anyone even think of doing something like that?” Diana shot back. “You think up these things, in that obsessed, paranoid little brain of yours, then think everyone else in the world will think the same way!! And they don’t, Bruce!!” She raised her voice even higher, not caring about the look of pain on his face. “And I refuse to disguise myself and hide from the world as you do!!”

“Blast it Diana, would you just SHUT UP?” Batman screamed, clutching his forehead.

Diana glared at him. “You wanted me to yell. You’re enjoying this, aren’t you? You love torturing yourself.” She said mockingly.

Batman’s expression crumpled with anger and pain, and he slammed his fist through the nearest monitor. The equipment sparked as he withdrew his hand, now torn and bleeding from coming in contact with the twisted metal and glass that protruded from it.

Diana frowned, her arms still crossed. “I hope you feel better, now.”

Batman stood, fists clenched, his back to her.

After a moment, Diana spoke.

“Bruce, I’m not the person who slaughtered your parents.” She walked closer to him. “I wish you would stop taking your anger meant for him, out on me.”

He didn’t reply, but his clenched fists relaxed slightly. She dared another step closer.

“I know you’re angry. And I understand that. I can’t even think of what you must have gone through when you were a child, and I’m not sure if I want to. But, Bruce… I don’t appreciate you taking your anger out on me, when I don’t deserve it.”

To anyone that didn’t know him personally, Batman would have looked like his normal, stoic self. But, any normal person wouldn’t have spent as much time personally with him as Diana has. Even from behind, the clenched jaw and tightened muscles of his back were telltale signs of Batman’s stress.

Diana bravely reached up, and put her hand on his shoulder. She expected him to move away, or shove her hand, but he did neither. To her, that was a warning flag of how exhausted he was. Diana began leading him back to the chair, and he sat down without hesitation.

Batman returned his hand to his head. “Apologies,” he whispered raggedly.

“Now I’m really worried about you,” Diana said.

He sat still in the chair for a while. Finally, he gave in and reached into a compartment in his belt. Producing two small white pills, he downed them without a drink.

As he sat there, eyes closed and silent, Diana strode up behind his back and placed her hands on each side of his neck. She then bravely began a slow massage of his shoulders, neck and back. He jumped at first, but soon it issued a shaky exhale from him as he leaned forward to give her more access.

“Where…did you learn…this…?” he whispered as she worked her way down to his shoulder blades.

“Pressure point therapy,” Diana said quietly as she continued. “It was used as a means of relaxation by my sisters, after a great battle.” Diana watched the tension drain slowly from his face and felt his impressive muscles relax beneath her touch. She continued for several minutes. Smiling to herself, she started kneading her fingers gently down the center of his spine.

Soon, after urging him to lean forward, she smoothed her hands down over his lower back in gentle sweeping motions. Her rub down turned into a soft tapping, as she moved to another method of massage. Her slender fingers kneaded his back lightly, then abruptly pulled away.

She leaned in towards his ear and whispered into it.

“Are you sure you want me to leave?”

He didn’t answer.

Instead, he moved his face toward her, and planted his mouth over hers.

Her surprise couldn’t be measured in that moment. She gasped under his mouth, but she soon found herself returning the gesture slowly. The surprise never left her mind that he would initiate such an act…and especially toward her. Her hands began a sensuous route down his chest, feeling over every ripple and scar beneath the tough fabric of the costume. She broke away slightly, still close, their breaths mingling and increasing in intensity. Diana suddenly noticed that she was filled with a new tension that she had not a name for. She swept her fingers across his mouth, and traced his jaw with her finger boldly. Her mind was screaming warnings that she was going too far, but her body was screaming…other things.

“Not unless you wish to, princess,” he whispered raggedly.

Soon Diana found herself as close as she’s ever been bold enough to be to this man. Somehow, she found herself in front of him, straddling his legs with her knees. She slid her hands down his arms, her mouth moving against his. Diana could now feel the warmth emanating from his skin, and her super hearing caught the sound of his heart hammering wildly in his chest. His breaths came in quick pants as his arms drew up to her, one burying itself in her long, raven hair and the other sliding tenderly down the gentle slope of her back. As she was sweeping her fingers over his chest, her eyes caught a growing bulge inside of his tights. Acting without thinking, she reached down and wrapped her hand around it.

Batman’s breath hissed out and his teeth ground together. The powerful muscles in his neck bulged out in what appeared to be some kind of pleasurable distress. Diana pulled her hand back suddenly, but he caught it, drawing it back toward him and over his rippled stomach.

Diana’s boldness grew by each passing second. Her hands gently slid down the taut muscles of his abdomen, and under the seam of his tights. In a fluid motion, she unclasped his belt and slid it off onto the floor next to him, allowing it to clatter unmissed to the floor. Her nimble fingers then slid up and under the fabric of his shirt, caressing the muscles hidden beneath the film of sweat.

His fingers, in turn, sought out the fastener that held her bustier in place. He deftly undid each clasp, all to the last hook. It was then that they both stopped and their eyes met, each panting with desire for the other. The unspoken question hung in the air that was thick with the tension between them.

Diana answered that question by returning her fingers under the fabric of his shirt, and slowly lifting it up and off his chest. Each inch of the fa tha that was peeled back revealed more of the scars that littered nearly every inch of the battle-torn man. Once the shirt was off and joined his belt, Diana licked her finger and began tracing each scar with her finger lightly. Batman’s eyes closed, and Diana slid a gentle finger over his eyelids, to taper off his nose and drop to his masculine chin. Her fingers then caressed his face up and under the mask, peeling back the armor, the division between her and his troubled eyes. Batman started, removed her fingers, and began to draw away. She could almost physically feel his emotional withdraw as he struggled to maintain the shield over his heart. However…desperate she was feeling, Diana decided that she would not push the issue. If Bruce was to reveal himself to her, he would have to do so on his own. However, that wouldn’t stop her from a little coaxing.

Her fingers rested lightly over his slightly trembling mouth. As she gazed into his shielded eyes, he gazed back to hers with just as much intensity and passion.

“I won’t hurt you, Bruce,” she said softly. “I want to see you. The REAL you.”

After a moment, her fingers made their way slowly to their previous position, and began once again peeling back the cowl of the Batman. After the outer layer was stripped away, Bruce’s deep blue eyes stared back at her through a blanket of fear. However, that fear was replaced once again by a burning desire when Diana reached behind her, and undid the last clasp on her bustier. She held it in the air by one finger, then let it drop indifferently to the floor, her eyes never leaving his.

The desire must have flooded his senses, because his hand flew to the hem of his tights, yanking them down over the bulge that protruded from the inside. His hardened sex was revealed and Diana wasted no time in exploring it. Her fingers grasped it and lightly traced up and down the shaft, as her eyeked ked his mostly bare form. Her piqued curiosity further heightened his arousal, causing his engorged organ to harden even more with each stroke of her gentle hands.

His own hands reached up, and in a slow, sensuous motion began exploring her breasts. The small, sensitive buds of flesh contracted and hardened with the brush of his highly skilled fingertips. Diana wasn’t prepared for the pleasure that his hands brought her as they caressed soft skin that hasn’t been desecrated by any other man. The moan that escaped her lips was unexpected, and her chest arched toward his careful touch. Her moan turned into a gasp as she felt Bruce’s hands gently pinch one of her hardened nipples.

His other hand slid unseen down her back, and over her hip. She shuddered as his sensual caress slid down her leg, then back up the inside of her thigh. His fingers pushed back the star spangled fabric, and the intruding digits began to manipulate her most sensitive of areas. Her inner muscles contracted at his touch, and a soft moan followed by several small pants issued from her lips. He felt her moisture spill forth and swathe his pleasantly intruding fingers in seconds.

Bruce could stand no more. His hands sought the hem of her star patterned garment, sliding it down over her hips. She let it drop to the floor as her mouth continued to move against his.

He broke the kiss, then looked into her eyes, both nearly wild with passion. The unspoken question once again hung in the air. Was she ready for this, to have her virgin seal broken by a man? Diana reached down and tugged on his member with her delicate hands. Under hooded eyelids, she whispered hoarsely, three words.

“I need you.”

That decided it. He pulled her close. When she complied with his urging, he took his stiffened member in his hand and guided it toward her most secret of places. When the soft smooth surface of the tip pressed firmly against her wet folds, she moaned in pleasure. She pushed forward, covering more of him, inching him into her.

He reached over and pinched her sensitive clitoris, and that sent her over the edge.

An uncontrollable and unbelievably pleasurable spasm slammed into her, and she jerked her hips toward him involuntarily. A quick, sharp jab of pain drew from her neither regions as his full length thrust into her, and she cried out.

Bruce remained as still as possible, and leaned forward, kissing the tears from her eyelids. He began pulling himself out, slowly. Her eyes opened as he pushed back into her, and she clutched his shoulders as a new pleasure began to build.

“Ohh…Bruce….Hera…”

He made no verbal reply, except to speed his thrusts inside of her slightly, gradually, until she was moaning with pleasure above him. Her panting increased and matched the rhythm of his movements inside of her. She felt as if her vagina was about to sneeze in a frenzy of rapture. Her pleasure heightened, ascended, until...

Diana gasped and then shrieked as another wave of ecstasy slammed into her. Her internal muscles contracted repetitively, sending wave after wave of pleasure she had never known over her body. When his skilled manhood her her G spot, she was sent over the edge completely.

“BRUCE!!! OOH, HERA!! OOH!!” she screamed. Her hands and fingernails moved from his shoulders, and began tearing violently into the seat underneath them. The stuffing flew out of it, but neither seemed to notice as their kisses intensified. He groaned, then allowed his own release to take place, joining her in the momentary bliss. He held back a moan with all his willpower as he felt her muscles contracting against his manhood, seemingly pumping every last bit of his pleasure into her.

Diana collapsed atop him, trembling. They were both sweaty, panting and exhausted. After a full minute, Diana lazily slid to the side, pulling his now flaccid member from her dampened entrance. She now felt empty inside, but groggy and content at the same time.

“Diana?” A weakened voice came from the panting, sweaty man beside her. She lifted her head barely.

“Mmmm?” she grunted.

“The headache’s gone…”

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