No Dating for the Batman | By : AthenaPhoenix Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 17943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Part Two: Royal Command
Diana checked the clock: 7:45. Just enough time to finish getting ready. She had spent the last two hours bustling around the apartment, adding decorative touches to make the sublet seem her own. Thank Hera that one of Vixen's model friends needed a tenant for a few months. I could never have afforded to furnish this place on my own – and I certainly couldn't have bought a California king-sized bed! I do hope it's sturdy enough.
She chuckled to herself. I don't think that Black Canary had this exact scenario in mind when she loaned me her back issues of Cosmo. Although there was a Post-It note marking the article "Top Ten Ways to Satisfy Your Man in Bed"…
One more thing. She knelt before the makeshift altar in the corner of her dining room and lit a candle. "Aphrodite, you graciously gave me beauty when I was created. Now I humbly ask for your charms as well. He may be a mortal, but I find he is well worth pursuing…"
Ending her prayer, Diana rose and adjusted the royal blue gown, pinned at her shoulder with a gold spiral brooch. He's never seen me dressed this way, with my hair up. I wonder if he'll like it? Well, it can't be worse than using a napkin as a headband, and he didn't complain then.
She heard a gust of wind behind her as the window opened. "Good evening, Princess." He smiled sardonically. "I'm here by your royal command." Immortal Greek princesses. Well, it does beat another evening reviewing financials.
She raised an eyebrow and regarded him coolly, her voice regal. "Quite. And are you willing to be my loyal subject tonight?" Yes, the gown and hair were indeed the right choice. He's desperately trying not to react. Oh, he is so dear. But let's have our fun, shall we?
"For tonight," Bruce said flatly. The words hung in the air for a moment, until a smirk creased his features. "After all, a knight's mission is to serve his princess." He closed the window.
"Indeed," Diana replied, smiling coyly. "And my first command is that you let me remove your cape and cowl." She strode across the room, reaching for the black fabric. He tensed, reflexively, then dipped his head and allowed her to reveal his face. Shrugging, Bruce unfastened his cape and let her slide it off, laying it across the loveseat.
He felt naked under her appraising gaze, her eyes lingering below his utility belt. No way can I be her first… not the way she's looking at me. Who else has she been with? Long Shadow? That'd be robbing the cradle, now, wouldn't it? Clark? They're always flirting… I'm sunk in that case. And if she takes after her mother and likes affairs with Greek gods…
I'm dead.
His voice trembled slightly, "And now, Princess?"
"Your utility belt."
He grinned mischievously, "But what if I need something to defend myself?"
"Defend yourself? I thought you liked women," she retorted. "Now, unbuckle the belt and close your eyes." In the second before he obeyed, he saw her snatch a scarf from the end table. As he dropped the belt to the floor, he felt the scarf's softness covering his eyes and tightening at the back of his head. "And relax," she continued, briefly brushing her lips across his. He felt one arm snake behind his shoulders and the other – oh my – under his thighs. Suddenly, he was airborne. This apartment better have some wide doorways or this is going to be an uncomfortable ride.
I can't believe he's letting me do this, Diana thought as she floated down the hallway with her passenger. She had conveniently left the bedside lamp on low, which provided just enough light for her to avoid any obstacles and to place Bruce on the bed.
"You seem to have me right where you want me," he commented dryly.
"Where I want you?" she said playfully. "My dear subject, it's not that this is where I want you. This is where you should be."
Despite the blindfold, she could just sense he was rolling his eyes. "Is that a fact? Imagine that."
"Why yes," she replied, suddenly putting on a burst of speed. She landed on top of him, pinning his arms and legs down. "Naked and helpless in a woman's bed. That's where all men should be." She laughed throatily. "It's the only place they're any good, anyway."
"I beg to differ…"
"Beg? Why yes, I think you should." She crooned as she ran her hands over the planes of his chest. "But first things first. I suffer no male subject to be so covered up in my bed."
" Your bed? You own a California King?" He sounded sardonic.
Diana blinked, her hands stopping in their forays. "You're blindfolded."
He smirked. "I know beds, Princess." So there. Hardly the virginal boy, sweetie.
Stubborn man. "Insolence is not something I tolerate." She swatted his hand lightly. "Particularly in my playthings."
"A plaything? I thought I was a subject."
"For tonight, Bruce, you're whatever I want you to be." Her voice dropped, "Now, will you show your Princess how this uniform opens, or must she tear it off?"
He grinned lazily, "Oh, don't make extra work for Alfred, Your Highness. He does enough already. But you'll have to let me roll over since the zipper's in the back."
Diana floated upward, taking a moment to run her hands past the Bat insignia on his chest and grazing his groin lightly. "You may proceed."
Bruce turned onto his front, a bit uncomfortably. Got to remember those Oriental breathing techniques, or Bruce Wayne's reputation is going be badly damaged. While she unzipped him with one hand, the other roamed down his back. As she revealed more of his body, she marked her place with light kisses. He sat up so she could ease the uniform off his shoulders.
"You have a few too many scars for just a playboy, Bruce. However do you explain it to your lovers?"
"I tell them I'm into extreme sports – mountain climbing, snowboarding and the like. Besides," he turned his head to smile lasciviously, "I usually distract them before they can ask too many questions."
As Diana slipped the uniform over his hips, she had to suppress a giggle. On the waistband of his briefs was yet another Bat symbol. "For Zeus's sake, Bruce! Bat-Briefs?!"
"Yeah, Alfred's quite the kidder," Bruce said dryly. He cocked an eyebrow. "I can only imagine what he'd design for you, Princess."
That'll be the day, Diana thought.
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