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Scolding of the Bat	By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 21842 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Two – Not taking No
Barbara watched as he spun around. She didn’t need to see his face, seeing the anger coursing through his body. His muscles were tense, and the veins in his neck bulging. And then he spoke, telling her of her own carelessness, slapping her in the face with plans of the future, and failures of the present. Plans that included Dick, kids, and a happy happy home life.
“Don’t mock me Bruce,” she said nearly silently. “I’m just as good at this as Dick…” she said. “And yes. Someone died. Horribly. But I tried to stop it. I tried…” she said fighting back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She had tried. But she had gotten there a moment too late.
Barbara watched as he turned away from her. Signaling no doubt the end of the conversation. That was his way. His rule. He would do the talking while everyone listened. Well she wasn’t his sidekick. She was a partner. Not one to be pushed around and told what type of pixie boots to wear. And she wasn’t done with him. Not after the way he had spoken to her. Not in the slightest.
But before she could vent her frustrations, he told her to leave the uniform with Alfred, before disappearing. Again…running from things that he couldn’t control.
“Nothing doing,” she said to the empty room. “I made it…and I’m keeping it…” she said knowing that the conversation was over…at least as far as Bruce was concerned.
Alfred appeared seconds later, a neat pile of civilian clothes across his arm. He placed them on the table, only to have her toss them to the ground in a rage. “Yeah well someone has to teach him a lesson,” she said angrily. She wasn’t accepting his decision. She started her crusade against crime without his blessing. And she would continue it just the same way.
“Well I hardly think that what he has for me is love Alfred,” she said in a fury. “As a matter of fact I don’t think he is capable of the word,” she said, doing the only thing she could thing of. Ripping the bat logo off of her chest and handing it to Alfred, half noticing the newly exposed cleavage by the act. “You can give this to him,” she said tossing the emblem at the old man. “And tell him where to stick it. I’m doing this with our without his blessing,” she commented.
She clenched her fists together and stomped her foot in anger. “And you can tell him that if he has a problem with it,” she said, the anger apparent in her voice, “Then he knows just where to find me. I’ll be keeping the streets safe while he mopes around and wonders why everyone hates him.”
As if on cue there was a heavy rumble within the mansion, like the moving of mechanical parts, a rumbling within the very walls, and then SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! All of the windows in the room turned a jet black with the slamming of metal plates over them. Click! Click! Click! They snapped into place, connecting them to the main hall as
"It looks like Master Bruce is as much of a strategist as ever, Ms. Gordon. Perhaps if i can suggest a course of action that is no antagonistic. Violence is a language that Master Wayne has learned to speak, I am sure that he will not let you leave the premises with that on....." Alfred said, nodding to he ample chest, taking a minute and then turning away blushing. He meant the symbol on it, but her full breasts aroused the old man more than he could think of. Even at his age, Alfred had small fantasies about some of the ladies that were associated with Bruce. Even that dreadful Catwoman had an ass that longed to be spanked.
Babs spun around in horror as the sounds echoed through the manor. And then she knew…immediately that she would have to face Bruce. There was no exit. All the windows had been covered and no doubt locked by some typical paranoid mechanism that Bruce had devised. But it was Alfred’s words that made her angrier than the fact she was being held as a proverbial prisoner.
“You can suggest whatever the hell you want Alfred,” she said to him, running to one of the windows, and hoping against all hope that she could lodge it loose. No avail. She buried her face in her hands planning her next attack. But no matter what, she knew what she had to do, ripping the bat symbol free from Alfred’s grasp.
“I guess I’ll have to settle this myself,” she said to him, storming out of the room and heading exactly where she knew Bruce would be.
Barging into the room, she tossed the bat logo from her costume to his feet. “there is you precious logo Bruce,” she said to him, stomping on it. “I don’t need to have a flying rodent across my chest to prove anything. Besides,” she said to him, “I did fine before you ever accepted me into this little cult of yours. And I’ll do fine on my own.”
Waiting for her there, Bruce flexed his entire body, tensing all over trying to fight it. Seeing Barbara brought out the hardest, wildest emotions in him. The strong upper back on him tensed like a hard pillar flexing to support the rest of his body. Flexing and muscular all over tightening and building hard.
As soon as she stepped in the room, a steel door slammed shut behind her. There was not a thing in the room now, with the steel panels over the windows, it was completely dark. Pitch Black and no light source.
Flipping backwards, Bruce landed beside her and did not say a word. Pulling hard at the release that he designed, Bruce removed her utility belt from her, leaving her there helpless...defenseless and not able to see in the dark. The soft cool air in the room grew hotter while Bruce smelled her, her fear and her body. The soft smell of her breasts, slightly sweaty from the night before, the smell of the costume tight on her body.
"Lets begin" was all he said, in the mode of a hunter. She was the prey and he predatorily was hunting her. His mind was reeling, all the desires, all the wants, all into this one moment. There was no Bruce Wayne, just Batman, the spirit of vengeance that always got his prey.
Moving silently, quickly and before she could do a thing Batman kicked her hard across the back. His immensely strong thigh kicked across her lower back to hit a nerve, a nerve just right to send a wild shot of pain through her body. Batman knew the body well, and right now, she would not know what hit her.
"Disobedience is pain!" he yelled out, gutturally without the strong controlled tone before, now it was more feral. The Bat, the beast and the sum of all of his basest human instincts and emotions emerged like no one had ever seen.
Babs couldn’t help but notice the way Bruce’s body reacted the second she entered the room. His muscles bulged out of his skin. His face was contorted in a bit of a rage. Though she hated to admit it, the vision of him topless in front of her put a light blush on her cheeks. A blush that she wanted to dismiss as anger, but deep down couldn’t.
Then she heard it. A clank. One so loud she nearly jumped into the air. Looking behind her, she realized just what it was. A large steel door closing the only way out of the room. Trapping her. At his mercy. And yet, it was hardly enough to sink the spunk that had always been a part of her. He may have her cornered, but Babs was not the type of gal to ever give up. Ever.
“Party tricks I see,” she commented about the door. “Or maybe that’s how you play your playboy persona. It’s not that you sleep with the girls you bring here. You simply lock them in so that they can’t leave til morning.” She knew her words were driving a deeper and darker wedge between them. But she didn’t care. It was time someone put Bruce Wayne in his place. Knocked him off the pedestal of Godliness he thought he stood on.
But just as she finished the words, the room grew black. Not the same kind of black as when you turn off the lamp and try to go to sleep. This was pitch black. A black that she had never experienced in her life. A black so dark that it almost hurt her eyes, much in the same way a bright light would. And then she realized it wasn’t the darkness that hurt so much. It was the way a body reacted to it. Muscles tensing. Pupils expanding to search for any speck of light.
Her ears heard something. A faint swoosh sound not far away from her. She could even feel a slight breeze as it happened, only to be followed by the thud of a footstep. In an instant she knew it was Bruce. She could smell his soap in the darkness. It was a scent that while she never would have noticed in the past, the darkness made her senses pick up.
She felt a tug at her midsection, and then she realized what the tug was. Bruce had yanked her utility belt from her waist in one quick yank. She grit her teeth together knowing that she was truly helpless now, relying on her hearing and touch to survive. Without her belt, there was no tricks she could pull. No grapples she could shoot. Not even a knockout pellet to gain an aura of control.
And then the darkness enveloped her. It was his voice that broke through the abyss. "Lets begin". The words were a challenge if ever she had heard one. Their tone unforgiving. He was toying with her…the way a cat toys with a mouse before the kill. And she didn’t like it one bit. Not one second of it. No longer was in a darkened abyss with Bruce Wayne. Bruce was gone. It was all Batman. Batman the ultimate hunter. And she was the scared little mouse.
There was absolute silence. Not even the faint whisper of him breathing. Then she felt it. A hard shot across her back, sending her down to the ground in a frenzy of pain and shock. But there was something about the kick. Something far more powerful than she had anticipated. Maybe it was the placement of his power. Or maybe it was the shock. Either way, she felt absolutely helpless as she scrambled to get back to her feet. It was by far a difficult task, fearing that her body had deceived her, giving up on her natural abilities.
But after a moment, she found herself on her feet. Amidst wobbly knees. She heard him scream out to her. "Disobedience is pain!" And she spun around quickly to find the source of his voice. To find the Batman that was her hunter in the darkness. But not even Batman elicited such a tone. No. This wasn’t Batman anymore. This was the animal inside of him that had burst forth. “Save it for the choir,” she called out towards his direction.
“You got the first shot in,” she said to the darkness. “But I doubt you’ll get the last.” She wasn’t going to lay down and let him beat her. That wasn’t her way. And as she tried to focus her senses on him, she heard what was almost a growl emit from his lips. Taking the chance, she lunged at him with everything her small body could muster, feeling something as she connected. His chest. She could tell by the feel of the bare skin against her cheek.
While she managed to knock him back a few inches, she doubted it did any damage. Brute force was a game she would surely lose. Instead she had to try to outthink the ultimate thinking machine. “Yeah that worked well Babs,” she said to herself, hurling herself backwards into the darkness. She knew there was no place to hide. And she wouldn’t put it past him to have prepared with some night vision goggles. So she did the only thing she could, placing her hands on her hips.
“So come on Brucie. Let’s get this over with,” she said to him. “I know you aren’t going to kill me. It’s against the code. And I’ve taken my share of beatings before. So c’mon.”
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