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The Darkest Song	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 396 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/DC Comics, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Unspoken
- 2-No Surrender
- 3-All Talk
- 4-Escape
- 5-Pushed
- 6-Help
- 7-Proven
- 8-Hurt
- 9-Truth
- 10-Night Talk
- 11-Attack
- 12-Home
- 13-Fear
- 14-Together
- 15-Trapped
- 16-Nepal
- 17-Fury
- 18-Recovery
- 19-Work
- 20-Fight
- 21-Moving On
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I crave excess,
Turning wine into sweat
Dripping down my neck
I can’t deny, I’d die without this
Make me feel like a god
Adrenaline and sex
Adrenalize, In This Moment
The building was quiet again, but this time it was because everyone was in bed. Bane always seemed to return to his room by three am, so I had time to get ready. I changed into my sexiest underwear, then pulled a button down shirt on. Hooking my stockings to my garter belt, I layered a pencil skirt on top.
After I checked my hair, I slipped some heels on and headed out to Bane’s room. I wasn’t in the habit of giving up without having exhausted all my options, and I wanted him, so I was going to do what I could to get him.
I stepped into the bedroom, walking to the window to watch the night. It was only a few minutes before I heard footsteps, but it felt like hours. Then the door opened, and I turned to see him walking in.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, closing the door behind him. Turning back, his eyes widened a little when he saw that I’d changed. “What are you wearing?”
I bit my lip, taking a step closer to him as I raised my hands to the top button. “I can take it off if you don’t like it.”
He crossed the room in two steps, pushing me gently over to the bed, his hand on my waist. I was so caught in his gaze that I barely noticed that he was unzipping my skirt until it fell to the floor.
Taking hold of his shirt, I pulled him down onto the bed with me. My body was on fire already, and I gasped as he ran his fingers up my thigh.
“Or you could take it off me…” I breathed, reaching up to touch his cheek. “Please…”
He kissed me, leaning over to whisper in my ear. “I can do a lot more than that.”
I moaned as he ran his tongue along my skin, nipping at my neck just below my ear. I tried to touch him, but he caught my hands, holding them against the mattress above my head.
“No touching.” He let go, pressing a kiss to my collarbone.
He ripped my shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room. I wanted to touch him, to rake my nails up his back, but I stopped myself. Whatever was going to happen, I liked him being in control. And that meant doing what he told me to.
I couldn’t describe what his touch was doing to my body, because any words I could have used suddenly disappeared from my mind as his hands drifted over my breasts. All I knew was my skin was so warm, and electricity seemed to spark wherever his fingers went.
He pulled me up for a moment, taking my shirt and bra off. He was softer than I expected, and part of me wanted him to be rougher, but I also wanted to see more of this softer side.
As he gently bit my breast, his hand slid down between my legs. He pressed the fabric of my underwear against my clit, causing my hips to jerk against him. I clutched at the sheets, my body writhing on the bed as he toyed with me.
Then he was kissing me again, nudging my lips open so he could kiss me deeper. I completely forgot that he’d told me not to touch, and wrapped my arms around him. But he was just as lost in the kiss, and he just kept touching and kissing me.
I pulled at his shirt, yanking it up off his body. Even though I’d seen him shirtless before, it was different this time. He was mine to touch, mine to hold, and I was going to take advantage of it. I traced the muscles of his chest, down to the waistband of his pants.
He caught my hand, pressing a kiss to my palm. Every time I wanted to speed up, he slowed me down. And every time he did, I was frustrated until he kissed my skin again.
Running his hands down my thighs, he gently slid my shoes off and dropped them to the floor. He pulled at my underwear, yanking it off. Leaning down, he kissed my inner thigh.
My mind went completely blank as he ran his tongue along my folds and over my clit. His hand was on my stomach, holding me in place even as my back arched up. He knew what he was doing, pushing me right to the edge, then stopping to kiss my thigh.
I was beginning to shake, my body desperate for a climax as he continued to tease me. I wanted to hold him there, make him stay until he’d given me what I wanted. But then he was kicking his pants off, hooking my legs around him as he plunged inside me.
All the softness of before was gone as he slammed his hips against mine. I clung to him, kissing his neck and digging my fingers into his skin. He slid his arms under me, lifting me up onto his lap.
“Every inch of your body feels amazing.” His voice was ragged as he dipped his head to kiss my breasts.
I rocked my hips, testing the pace as he shuddered beneath me. Taking hold of my waist, he controlled me again. I didn’t care who was in charge, because every movement felt so good that I couldn’t even think.
His muscles were tensing under my touch, his whole body beginning to shake. I could feel him throbbing inside me, his grip on me tightening as he came closer and closer to the edge. His lips were relentless, biting and kissing every part of my skin that he could reach.
Every moan that escaped my lips seemed to spur him on, and he reached down between us to play with my clit again. Everything was so much faster now, and I couldn’t stop the pleasure that was rising up within me.
The heat exploded up my body, and I buried my face in his neck, trying not to collapse against him. It didn’t take long before he tumbled over the edge, holding me still as his body shuddered.
Neither of us said anything as we came down from the high, just sitting there in each other’s arms, our bodies slick with sweat. He wrapped his arms around me, gently kissing my neck.
After a few moments, I climbed out of his lap. “Shower with me?”
He nodded, scooping me up and carrying me into the bathroom. The water was nice and cool, but I barely noticed because he couldn’t keep his hands off me. He was kissing me, pressing me up against the wall, and I reacted to every touch, moaning and kissing him back.
“Why?” He asked quietly, resting his hand on my waist.
“I…” I looked up at him, feeling my face flush. “Because even after everything, something about you makes me feel like I’m in the right place.” Standing on my toes, I wrapped my arms around him. “And I could have run, I could have disappeared as soon as I escaped, but I didn’t want to.”
He kissed my forehead softly, reaching beside me to turn off the water. “I don’t want you to leave.”
“I’m not going to.” I stepped out of the shower, pulling a towel around myself. “I don’t care how dangerous things get, I’m not leaving you.”
He dried himself off, pulling his pants back on as I checked myself in the mirror. My damp hair was wild, the dark black colour looking even darker now. My cheeks were flushed, and my lips red and a little swollen from all the kissing.
Walking back into the bedroom, I let him pull me onto the mattress beside him. He took me into his arms, softly kissing me. Exhausted, but happy, I fell asleep quickly.
He watched her sleep, her chest softly rising and falling as she breathed. She was his now, and he just wanted to be in constant contact with her skin. Her skin felt like velvet, and he was already enjoying being able to run his fingers back and forth along her arms.
His past was coming for him, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he would have to move on. But there was no way he was leaving her behind.
He softly brushed her hair out of her eyes, feeling a smile spread over his face as she stirred and moved closer to him.
“Do you have to get up?” I asked sleepily.
“I do.” He pressed a kiss to my cheek. “But I’ll only be gone for a couple of hours.”
I nodded, watching him get dressed. I loved the way his body moved, every step, every action so controlled.
“Just be careful.” I sat up, wrapping the sheet around myself.
He leaned over to kiss me. “I will.”
Quietly shutting the door, he left me alone in the room. I climbed out of bed, pulling my clothes on. There were no buttons left on my shirt, so I just tied it around my chest instead. I was obviously no longer planning to run, but I did want to know more about the man I’d just jumped into bed with.
I opened the top drawer of the dresser, taking note of where everything was so that I could put it all back. Pulling some of his shirts out, I came across a small wooden box. It looked well cared for, and I wondered if I was crossing a line by opening it.
It was a beautiful box, made of a deep mahogany wood, with a Celtic style pattern on the lid. I gently slid the top off, finding a necklace lying on top of some photos. I didn’t want to touch, but I could see that the photo on top was of a young woman.
I gave into the temptation and lifted the necklace out, looking through the photos. There was eight of them, and they were all of the same woman, and she was wearing the necklace in every single one. A sharp pang of jealousy ripped through my heart, and I nearly burst into tears. It was obvious she was important to him, and it made me wonder whether I was too or if I was just a good time while he waited for her.
Putting everything back how it was, I closed the drawer and fled to my room. I felt stupid, because there was no reason I should have been feeling so emotional over a guy I didn’t even know that well.
Changing into some clothes that weren’t ruined, I flopped onto the bed to stare at the ceiling. I needed a way to ask about the woman without revealing that I’d been snooping.
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