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Older Than My Years [V2]	By : stix Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7282 -:- 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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It was a busy day for Cassandra Cain, young dangerous vigilante sidekick to the more dangerous Batman. She was busy training as she always did for hours on end. Her sweat trickled down her body as she kicked and punched a hanging bag. She had decided to grow her hair out, normally it was shorter. It swung with her movements, often getting in the way of her vision. She knew she should cut it, but after seeing Bruce with women who all had long flowing hair, she wanted it too.

Alfred came and interrupted her session, telling her it would certainly drain her of her youth. She smiled and grabbed a bottle of water, wiping her face with a white towel. The two walked to the dining room. He had made her favorite breakfast, his famous pancakes with extra syrup. She loved sugar and he loved making things for her to eat.

Bruce came walking in, wearing his usual suit and tie, taking on the phone about business. He had become less active in his company over the years, the toll of being the Batman. Cassandra stuffed the pancakes into her mouth, using big bites. Bruce took a seat at the end of the table and opened the newspaper, still on the phone. Alfred brought a cup of black coffee and two pieces of toast, one with jelly and the other with butter.

Alfred lifted an eyebrow as Cassandra stared at Bruce, she looked up at Alfred and he touched the corner of his mouth. She had syrup all over the side of her mouth, wiping it with a napkin; she looked back down at her plate.

“Yo! Bruce!” Chimed a cheerful voice. It was Tim Drake, Robin, his new protégé.

He hopped into his chair, rubbing his hands together as Alfred brought him his plate. He said his thanks and started to eat. He had grown too, no longer a semi-built kid, but now her was toned and muscled. He was no where near Batman but still he was a sight to look at.

“You’re going to choke if you don’t slow down Master Timothy.” Alfred warned, standing over him.

“Sorry.”

Cassandra laughed, making Bruce drop his paper and stare at the two. He hung the phone up and took his toast, taking a bite. Cassandra looked at him, noticing him lick some jelly from the corner of his mouth. He was probably good with his tongue, she thought. Shaking herself of naughty thoughts she finished her meal and rose from the table.

“I go practice!” She said abruptly and a little too fast. Alfred tried to stop her but she ran into the other room.

“She’s going to become one muscled woman…ew” Tim said, laughing some.

“She’ll kick your butt.” Bruce answered with a raised eyebrow, chuckling.

“Ha Ha!” Tim mocked, finishing his meal. “We’ll see about that!”

He rose and chased after her, leaving Alfred with the dishes. Alfred shook his head and picked the dishes up. Bruce laughed and took a sip of his coffee, looking back at the paper.

Cassandra and Tim were sparring, as they often did whenever he wasn’t in school. She was tutored by Alfred, requested by Bruce, since she is unable to read or write. He lunged at her and she grabbed his arm, flinging him over her and pinning him to the mattress.

“No fair!”

“Way fair.”

He pushed her off of him and they stood at respectful distances. One by one they punched and kicked, each blocking the other’s attack. Bruce stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, watching the two go at it. Tim cheated and tackled her to the ground, laughing. She laughed with him and there was a period of silence where they stared at each other. Bruce alleviated the situation by coughing into his hand on purpose. They looked at him and Tim got off of her. Helping her up, they stood side by side, Tim towering over her by a few inches.

“I wasn’t interrupting something was I?” he asked, looking between the two.

“Nope. I was just kicking her butt.” Tim said thumbing to Cassandra who frowned at him and socked him in the arm so hard he stumbled and fell.

“Right.” Bruce said with a laugh.

Tim got up and rubbed his bottom. Alfred came in and said there was a phone call from Stephanie for Tim. He grabbed his towel and water, dousing her with some he ran out of the room being she could retaliate. Bruce chuckled again and moved out of Tim’s way. He grabbed a fresh towel and handed it to Cassandra. She wiped herself off and smiled up at him. He removed some of her hair that was stuck to her forehead and felt it in his fingers.

“When are you going to get this cut?” He asked letting the strand fall.

She shrugged and grabbed her bottle of water with her foot flipping it up and catching it with her hand. Bruce smiled and opened his mouth to say something but Alfred interrupted again and said he had received a phone call.

Bruce excused himself and left to answer the call. Cassandra flipped the towel over her shoulder and strutted out like she was a winner, Alfred laughed and so did she.

Wayne Manor Ball
Bruce was hosting a charity ball in his manor. Nightwing and Robin had taken to the streets for the night, leaving Bruce free for the evening. Cassandra walked down the stairs, wearing a black tight dress that accented her figure. She wore her hair up, two strands falling around her face. Bruce smiled as he saw her come toward him, twirling around a bit with a smile.

“You look nice.” He said honestly with a laugh.

She spotted Alfred and wanted to show off to him as well. Alfred handed her a pastry puff. She looked around, spotting rich people, old men with young women, young women with martini glasses chatting about nonsense. She spotted Bruce talking with a gaggle of women who were swooning at his every word.

During the dances, he was switching partners every few seconds. Cassandra hung around Alfred the entire night, finding herself little bored. She wanted to go patrolling but Bruce insisted she stay at the manor, claiming she needed to be in public more often. Recalling the memory made her scoff; he was as anti-public as she was.

It was approaching the end of the party the women still clung to Bruce. He looked like he was having a good time. Cassandra sat playing with a toothpick as Alfred went around cleaning up. She heard Bruce shooing the gaggle of ladies from the house, one slipping her number into his pocket and telling her to call him.

She turned her attention back to the cheese tower she was constructing.

“Looks like you had a masterful turn out Master Bruce.” Alfred said, sweeping the ground up.

“Yeah…” He replied looking over at the young girl, “Looks that way.”

He walked over to her and squatted down looking at her tower.

“I’m sorry if you didn’t have fun.”

“It’s ok.” She replied jamming a toothpick onto the top and leaning back.

“Should’ve sent you out with the others, they could’ve used some muscle.” He joked, giving her a playful jab in the arm.

She smiled at him and rubbed her bare arms. She wanted to dance, to have fun. She wanted to giggle along to whatever Bruce said, but alas she was just some girl. He frowned a bit and stood up.

“Alfred?”

“Already on it sir.”

Alfred turned the lights off in the hall, only one single one remained on in the center. Bruce extended his hand, giving her his best smile.

“Dance?” He asked politely.

She smiled up at him and nodded, holding onto his hand as he led her to the dance floor. They danced close, eventually he pulled her in, her head resting on his chest. She could hear his heart beat and she enjoyed it. She looked up at him as he stared down at her. Slowly he leant in and she stood on her toes, their lips met briefly before Tim and Dick came busting in.

“Man Bruce you should have been…” Tim started but stopping when he noticed Bruce and Cassandra close.

“Oh…” He replied scratching his head.

Dick laughed as he moved past Tim ruffling some of his hair. Bruce instantly turned into Batman at the sight of Dick. He let Cassandra go and went back to the batcave with Dick to discuss the evening.

Tim scooted in next to Cassandra and poked her.

“You should’ve been there! Fighting, bombs, danger!” He said with a grateful sigh, “How was the party?”

“Ok.” She answered, looking down at her dress.

“You look nice.” He said noting how well she cleaned up when she wasn’t busy throwing him to the mat or beating goons up.

Alfred showed up and Tim went off to tell Alfred the adventure in great detail, leaving Cassandra standing in the middle of the floor.

She eventually retreated to her bed room and closed the door, flipping on the light. She turned around and saw Bruce sitting in the corner chair. He stood up, loosening his tie and removing his jacket. Apologizing for earlier he gave her a nice smile as he leaned in and kissed her with more passion. She leaned up, after removing her shoes she was more than considerably short than he was. His hand rested on her lower back and he pressed his lips against hers. Her hands where on his chest, head tilted so far back it would almost hurt. He slowly released her from his grasp and looked at her.

She led her hands to his dress shirt, slowly unbuttoning it. Once she reached the bottom he grabbed her hands, his breathing had increased.

“My room.” He whispered, removing her hands and picking up his jacket.

He left her in her room while he went to his. A few minutes later she knocked lightly onto his door. He opened it and pulled her in, shutting it quietly behind her. He locked the door and instantly crushed her with his mouth, his tongue probing inside, and wrestling with hers. He picked her up and carried her to his bed, placing her down gently. Breaking away from the kiss he removed his shirt and leaned back in capturing her mouth. She moaned softly as his hands traced the lining of her dress, slowly inching it upwards. He brushed him thumb against her thigh, running his hands down the length of it.

Her skin was like silk and he loved it. She gasped as his hand roamed the inside of her thigh, feeling the incredible smoothness of her inner thigh reaching her panties. He pushed against the fabric, breaking the kiss and staring at her as he rubbed. She blushed crimson red and bit her lip as he little by little removed her panties, tossing it to the end of the bed. She was heating up under his touch, her breaths quickened, face flushed. He remained the same, not wavering the slightest.

She wished she could read his face but it was difficult, he hid it so well. He stroked her lips and inched them apart, feeling her wetness forming. Cassandra whimpered as his finger traced the lining of her entrance before gradually slipping inside. Her hips instantly bucked back and she closed her eyes. He kissed her lips, moving his finger inside at a snail’s pace, his kisses leading to her neck where he sucked on a soft patch of skin, right under her ear.

Her mouth was gaped open, eyes closed shut as he sped his movements up. She bucked her hips, a hitch in her breath. He gently worked in another finger as she held onto his arm. He watched her intently, watching her every shutter, every movement. Her eyes opened, mouth parted, she looked at him as he looked at her. He smiled; he never smiled, and leaned down kissing her gently.

Slowly withdrawing his hand, he leaned back undoing his belt and sliding it out. She sat up, a little sweaty, as she moved her hands to his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them slowly. He watched as she peeled away his pants and revealed a growing bulge. She could have laughed when she saw that he wore briefs but then again most heroes did. Cassandra looked at him as he brought his hands to her thighs, inching up her dress and tossing it to the side. She wore no bra and he had removed her panties, she sat there naked, a beautiful naked woman.

Her hair was no longer in a nice position atop her head but strands hung loose and she looked entirely flushed. She placed a hand on his chest and slowly pushed him back, unsure if he wanted to be the dominate partner. He didn’t mind, at least that’s what she got when he moved to his elbows, watching her take his pants off. He lifted his hips to help ease them off, following by laughing a bit when she rolled them up and tossed them against the wall.

She was between his legs, running her fingers down his muscled chest and over his covered member. His breathing increased as she peeled back his white briefs, revealing he was in fact hard and ready. Cassandra blushed and pulled some hair over her should, wrapping her fingers around his member. He hissed a little as she licked the tip, looking at it as if she hadn’t seen anything like it before. She slowly wrapped her lips around him and sucked the head. He groaned but so soft that a normal woman wouldn’t be able to hear it.

He closed his eyes as she pushed more of him into her warm inviting lips, slowly but sensually she started bobbing her head. Her hands rested and parted his thighs as she picked up her pace. Bruce groaned and moved a hand to her head, stroking her hair. He felt her lips take all of him in, making him grunt loudly and stare in disbelief. She would run her tongue around the tip before pulling him out of her mouth with a pop, stroking him with her small hand and licking up the entire length before diving back and sucking hard.

Bruce’s groans picked up as the length of her actions with her mouth. He stopped her, tilting her head towards him. She crawled like a sexy minx to him as he started kissing her neck, cheek, back to her neck. He wrapped an arm around her and swung her over him so that he was on top. He parted her legs, settling in but stopping.

“I don’t want to do what you aren’t ready for.” He whispered, his breath smelling like cinnamon.

She didn’t say anything but widened her legs, grabbing his hand and placing it onto her breast. That was all the answer he needed. He moved off to the side, opening his drawer and pulling out a box.

“Protection.” He explained, she nodded and held herself up with her elbows, watching him roll the rubber onto his member. He tossed the wrapper to the sides and grabbed onto her waist, settling in between her legs. She lay back and inhaled as he positioned himself at her entrance, slowly pushing in. She frowned and whimpered from the slight pain. He apologized and leaned his, kissing her shoulder as he placed a hand near her head, the other on her waist and pushed in. She was tight but certainly no virgin, making him wonder who she had been with prior to their encounter. They thought was relinquished as he made a quick thrust, holding himself there for her to adjust. Her hips bucked back and she groaned, lips parted, hands digging into his arms.

He slowly rocked into her until he thought she was well adjusted. He leaned in, resting on one elbow and pulling her thigh up, thrusting in a moderate pace. She moaned and moved a hand to his lips, he kissed the finger tips lightly. He picked up his pace as her moans grew in frequency and volume. He started to grunt and groan as well but they were quiet.

He stared down at her, watching her expressions change from bliss to pain back to bliss. He brought his mouth to her breast and started to flick her nipple with his tongue, sending a wave through her making her cry his name quietly. Bruce leaned back, holding onto her thighs with his hands and pulling her closer to him and he rammed his member into her tight hole. He watched himself disappear and reappear, her pussy pink from the contact. She eventually rose to her elbows to watch as well, moaning and tilting her head back.

He pulled out and moved her to her side, pushing himself back in, one hand behind her back, the other in front of her well toned stomach. He started to thrust rapidly into her, grunting with each one. She gripped onto the bed sheet gasping for breath.

“Cass…” He whispered, kissing her lightly on the shoulder as he thrusted once and held himself there.

She looked at him, mouthing the words “Bruce.” He smiled and continued, grabbing one of her legs and holding it on his shoulder as he pounded into her. He flipped her around so that she was on her back, pushing her knees to her chest and continuously stroked inside her, feeling her juices spill out from each thrust.

He groaned as her walls tightened, and she screamed his name, cuming hard and fast. Bruce pumped into her six more times before reaching his climax and coming to rest on top of her, barely holding his weight up not wanting to crush her.

He pulled out and rested to the side, breathing hard. Removing the condom and tossing it into the trashcan near the night stand he turned to Cass who was laying there sweaty and as beautiful as ever. He wrapped an arm around her, pulling her in close and kissing the sides of her mouth. She snuggled with his chest as he held her there.

“This…what we did…must not go beyond these four walls.” He said in a breath, looking down at her.

She looked up and nodded, unsure of his reasons but glad he had taken her the way he did. She rose to scoot off the bed and redress but his hand shot out and grabbed her, shaking his head.

“Stay…” He said and pulled her back into bed.

She curled up next to him and fell asleep, a little sore from where he had been tonight, but in a good way. She felt a weight lift off and head to the master showers; she leaned over and watched his muscled, chiseled body enter in the shower, warm water bathing over his body. He was perfect and he had given her what she always wanted.
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