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The Compromise	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 8550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Compromise
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Bruce Wayne was enjoying a relatively quiet Sunday afternoon for the first time in as long as he could remember. After a long night of patrol and a decent amount of sleep until noon, he woke up to find the Manor empty, with only a note from Diana next to his nightstand. The note informed him that she and Barbara had abducted Alfred to do some shopping downtown and that they would be back in the afternoon. Bruce flipped the note back onto the nightstand then shook his head, attempting to clear the cobwebs in braibrain resulting from the mild concussion he’d received from the butt-end of an AK-47 the previous evening. The punk who had managed to land the lucky shot was in the hospital with a broken jaw but Bruce wasn’t happy he'd managed to land a shot in the first place.

The cobwebs cleared slowly but Bruce elected to settle back on the pillow next to him rather than get out of bed. His nostrils flared as he could still detect the smell of her hair on the pillow. Bruce had asked her about her hair a week before, commenting that he’d never experienced that particular scent (not mentioning that the scent of it drove him wild). Diana replied that she used an essence of lavender and rainwater collected from lily pads (as if every woman in the Western Hemisphere had the in-born ability to collect that mixture from their gardens).

Whatever it was, the fresh, clean smell of her femininity weighed heavily on him this morning, enough for him to take an extra minute to recall the details of the mind-numbing sex he’d experienced with Diana upon return from patrol. His intent on arrival at 4 a.m. was to spoon against her sleeping figure in bed and go to straight to sleep however Diana had different ideas when he’d laid down next to her naked figure. Bruce still had the scratch marks on his back to prove that the Amazon was just as fierce in the sack as she was in the field of battle.

He pulled his aching body out of bed then put on a pair of comfortable chinos and a v-necked sweater which she’d bought for him a few days before. Bruce made his way to the kitchen and found a bagel with cream cheese and salmon covered in saran-wrap in the fridge. He poured himself a glass of orange juice, grabbed the bagel then wandered into the foyer where his two Sunday papers were dutifully waiting on the table. Bruce tucked them under his free arm then his ears twitched with the sound of a dull crowd roar down the hall. Puzzled by its source, he made his way into the Media Room and found Tim Drake lounging on one of the two leather reclining chairs which sat directly in front of the 60 inch, plasma high definition television mounted above the entertainment center.

Tim grunted a quick greeting however he was obviously riveted on the Broncos and Patriots football game blaring from the television and quickly returned his attention to the game. Bruce eased himself into the adjacent chair then started leafing through the Sunday Morning Gotham Gazette. He pulled out the Business Section then munched on the bagel while he read the latest details on a pending merger between two of WayneTech’s fiercest rivals for engineering ta in in Gothan City; Luckup and Fleming Brothers.

He viewed the cultures of the company to be incompatible to accommodate the merger, especially since their respective CEO’s were bitter rivals. One of the executives would have to fall on his sword to accommodate the merger but the collateral fallout from the beauty-contest wasn’t going to be pretty. As a contingency against either company being bought out by LexCorp, Bruce held minority shares in both companies. Reflecting on the recent developments, his mind processed the likely scenarios for the merged company going forward and frowned at his conclusion that the value of his shares in each company were likely to plummet after the merger.

Bruce quickly procured a pen from the coffee table and performed a quick valuation estimate of the two companies over the next 24 months. Based on his projections, he began formulating a plan to sell both of the companies shares short on Monday to minimize his loss when the front door banged open, signifying the return of Diana and Barbara from their Sunday morning shopping spree.

“Hi, ladies,” Bruce yelled into the foyer, then turned his head back to focus on his calculations. He remained seated however as the last of his valuations were underway. Not wanting to interrupt his train of thought, he motioned to Diana with his free hand to come into the room, all the while jotting down the last of his notes on the newspaper margins. Quietly setting her bags down in the foyer, Diana laughed as she realized part of her attraction to Bruce was that he was the one man in the world who didn’t stumble over himself in order to get her attention. Bruce finished two seconds later then rose off the chair to place a peck on her cheek.

“How was shopping?” he asked, a bemused expression plastered onto his otherwise handsome visage.

“Exhausting.” Diana replied, thinking about the whirlwind trip thru the newest retail addition to Gotham’s fashionable West-End district. Her face quietly evidenced a wicked grin which meant that Bruce was likely going to inspect a new nightie, or something very sheer at least, later on that evening.

“Awful.” Barabara complained, walking up behind Diana. “I can’t find a pair of shoes which will fit my size 5’s and I couldn’t get anybody to wait on me.”

“Why is that?” Bruce asked, a look of concern creeping into his face, fearful that people might be making the connection between Barbara and Batgirl’s auburn hair.

Barbara stole a glance at Diana, who by this time was bending over at the waist in order to pull the blond wig she was wearing off her head as a disguise. “Are you kidding me? With her figure, the salesman start to foam at the mouth when Diana walks into the room.”

“That’s not true!” Diana protested but Barbara rolled her eyes in exasperation then plopped down on the couch next to Tim’s chair, snagging a handful of Cheetos out of the bowl on his lap. He slapped her hand away, never taking his eyes off the game, then pointedly raised the volume on the surround sound system to drown out any attempt at small talk. Bruce debated whether to tell him to turn it down then thought better of it as his young apprentice’ performance in recent weeks had been impressive enough to justify a moment of self-indulgent behavior.

Bruce studied his two young teammates for a moment then turned back to face Diana. He was about to follow up on his initial inquiry regarding Diana’s first big shopping experience however a bang on the door interrupted his question. Alfred pushed his way through the front door a moment later, a stack of boxes raised past his eye-height obscuring his view, necessitating a crab-walk sideways so that he could see where he was going. Alfred struggled wearily up the last two steps of the foyer then deposited the remaining stack of boxes on the floor beside Bruce with a dramatic sigh.

“Alfred, you do far too much!” Diana started, the chagrin in her voice evident. “Why did you insist on carrying those bags when they don’t weigh a thing for me?”

“A gentleman does not allow a lady to carry her bags.” Alfred sniffed. He crouched briefly then delivered the top half of the stack into Bruce’ surprised arms. “These are for Miss Diana. The rest are for Miss Barbara. I will bring the rest of the bags up in a moment.”

“Thank you Alfred.” Bruce called as his manservant walked back out to the Bentley parked in the driveway. Diana’s eyes narrowed and she inclined her head towards the door, hinting that Bruce should help Alfred, but he simply shrugged his shoulders protest and asked, “What can you do?”

Diana pursed her lips to protest his laziness but they retreated down the hallway before she could think of a proper condemnation of his behavior. Bruce turned up the grand staircase with Diana in tow. Their destination was Bruce’s room. After the Thanagarian invasion (and the destruction of her quarters on the Watchtower), Diana had initially moved into a guest room down the hallway. That arrangement had lasted a few weeks but after a night of passion resulting from her attempt to heal him with a massage, she’d since moved into his room.

“Did you find anything for our friend?” he asked, trudging beneath the load of boxes up the stairs.

“Bought him a pair of Gucci loafers and an Armani suit.” Diana replied with a frown. “I couldn’t think of anything creative to get him but I thought his suits needed a bit of updating.”

“What can you buy for The Man Who Has Everything?” Bruce asked rhetorically.

“He doesn’t have a girlfriend.” Diana pointed out. “Besides, you sound like you’re a little jealous of him.”

Bruce stopped dead in his tracks on the staircase. “Clark has had a chance to sweep Lois off her feet for six years and has done nothing about it so I’m not going to help him there. In terms of my jealousy of him, I admit it would be nice to walk away from some of our encounters like he does without any broken limbs but otherwise I have no desire to trade places with Clark.” Bruce rejoined sharply.

“I was just teasing you, lover.” Diana said sweetly, then pecked him softly on the mouth. Their tongues met for just a fleeting glimpse however their desire quickly blossomed as their free hands started reaching out for each other’s bodies. Bruce dropped one of the bags on the staircase as his hand moved up to its natural position on her breast but both of them froze a second later as Alfred quietly cleared his throat to warm them of his presence at the bottom of the staircase. Bruce surreptitiously slipped his hand around her waist and the two of them awkwardly turned to face Alfred at the bottom of the landing.

“You may want to hang those clothes on a hangar, madam.” Alfred pointed out. “They’re liable to need a pressing if they’re left in that condition for much longer.”

“Of course. Thank you Alfred. You’re quite right.” Diana replied. “Mr. Wayne has a way of getting me distracted from my original task. Would you be a dear and wrap these two presents up for Clark?”

“I’m delighted to learn that the Master has at least one redeeming quality for woman of such a high caliber.” Alfred replied with a smile. “I will, of course, wrap the present in the meantime. When are you two heading to visit Mr. Kent?”

“In an hour, Alfred,” Diana replied.

“One of us won’t be going, Alfred.” Bruce said flatly. “I agreed to pay for the gifts but as for delivering them, I’ll leave that to Diana.”

“Why aren’t you going with me?” Diana asked in consternation.

“I respect Clark…Superman…a tremendous amount but delivering a birthday present is beyond my comfort zone. We’re business associates, partners maybe, but we’re not friends.”

Diana looked at him sharply but didn’t say another word. Her jaw set grimly, she turned and grabbed a handful of the boxes and bags from the staircase then stormed up the remaining stairs. Bruce looked at Alfred with resignation then trudged up the staircase, the remaining bags dangling from either hand.

“Diana wait…” he called up to the landing then he heard a door slam sharply. He heard a reverberating creak from the doorway, suggesting Diana had almost ripped the door off its hinges. Bruce winced then turned to look for some sympathy from his manservant.

“Don’t look at me,” Alfred said sharply, turning his way back down the stairway. “You’re the one who made this mess so you can clean it up.”

Bruce carried the remaining stack of boxes up the stairway then knocked softly on the door, pushing it open with his one free digit not weighed down by Diana’s shopping trove. As soon as Bruce opened the door, Diana surprised him by pouncing on him, renewing their earlier embrace on the staircase. She threw the boxes and bags stacked in his hands into the open closet door then pulled him down on top of her onto the bed. She kicked off her shoes into the corner while their mouths hungrily devoured each other. Pausing for a moment, Bruce started to work his way down her blouse, unbuttoning the first of the four silver-coated buttons before renewing their kiss. Responding to his urgency, she did the same to his shirt, feverishly working her way down the buttons so that she could steal a glimpse of his battle-scarred chest.

Working the release of her bra a moment later, he pulled her upright from her prone position on the bed in order to have better access to her skirt and panties. Aiding him in the process, Diana lifted her hips off the bed as he pulled the zipper free on her skirt. In turn, Diana worked the sleeves off his arms one by one then threw the shirt onto a valet in the corner. Bruce kicked off his loafers then watched in rapture as Diana unbuckled his trousers. She made sure to delicately pull the zipper out and down so as not to accidentally damage his member, which she could feel had grown in anticipation of her touch, pressing against the fabric of the trousers constraining him. Her caution was rewarded a split second later as his now engorged member spilled from his trousers. She reached out and felt his length in her hand, freeing it from her grasp long enough for him to slip her panties and skirt over her feet before throwing them onto the corner chair.

Diana settled back onto the bed, maintaining her grip on his length while he stood over her, surveying her near perfect figure with lust with a long gaze interrupted a moment later as Diana’s countenance took on a more serious look.

“Do you like it when I’m naked like this…under you, waiting for you?” she asked huskily.

“Oh yes….” He stammered in reply.

Diana raised her head off the bed and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock before stopping to look up at him, her mouth inches from his cock.

“What about that? Do you like that when I swirl my tongue around the top of your cock?”

“Ooooohh…” was all he said, the pleasure of the sensation obvious on his face.

She moved her free hand down to the neatly trimmed furrow of dark hair at the junction of her legs, spreading them slightly so that he could get a better view of her fingers working on her clit.

“Do you like it when I play with myself like this?”

“Gods yes!”

“Do you want to touch me?” she teased. “Do you want to fuck me?”

“Please.” He nodded desperately, wondering where she was going.

She gently cupped his balls in her hands, stroking their weight lightly then moved her hand up his length again, pumping the fullness of his tumescence.

“If you want to continue to do these things today and in the future, you’re going to come to Clark’s birthday party and you’re going to be happy when you get there.” She informed him, the command in her voice rising steadily with each syllable.

“That’s blackmail, Diana.” He countered, the voice of the Bat escaping from his throat as his sexual id and male ego wrestled about how to best deal with the situation. His ego argued that he couldn’t give in to her demands while his sexual id was overwhelming the rest of his senses, demanding that undertake any action short of launching a nuclear missile in order to maintain a sexually willing Diana in his bedroom for another week.

“That’s life, Bruce.” Diana replied, slowly working her hand along his length, pausing briefly to stroke his balls. “Your choice to make: Me naked for another hour before we go to Clark’s place or I leave now and you can read the rest of your Sunday paper.”

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The Batwing departed the Cave an hour and twelve minutes later. In the cockpit, Batman was still scowling at the ease with which she had manipulated him however her kneeling position between his legs was dramatically improving his view on the subject, especially when she started bobbing her mouth up and down on his cock. He punched the coordinates for the Fortress of Solitude into the autopilot as the Batwing gained altitude, then leaned back in the chair as Diana continued to lick his pulsating shaft.

‘I guess this is what The Man Who has Everything won’t have today.’ He thought smugly, then gently pulled on Diana’s pert nipples as she engulfed his cock in one continuous motion.

THE END
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