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Tempest Island	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 9796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The ship was a thing of beauty. Despite her preference for sailing vessels not assisted by the powered engines of Man’s World, Diana had to admit the ship’s architects were very talented. The finishes were that of a luxury liner, complete with a crew attired in spotless uniforms. The entire crew spoke English with the clipped British accent (a marketing firm had discovered passengers were willing to pay up to 20% more for the privilege of feeling like British royalty when they traveled) and were well schooled in taking care of the needs of the jet-set travelers on board their ship. The Kevlar sails shone brilliantly white over the sandalwood and teak trim around the deck. The ship was over 500 feet in length and had a beam of 80 feet, providing plenty of legroom for the 200 passengers scattered around the deck.

Diana and Bruce were reclining on two chaise lounge chairs near the pool. A number of A-list celebrities were hanging out by the bar, easily mingling with the 200 other passengers who were all part of the world’s elite: the rich and famous. Diana was wearing the bikini he’d picked out for her just two days before while Bruce was wearing cotton pants and a long sleeved shirt, explaining to all within earshot that he was easily sunburned. Diana knew otherwise, having witnessed first-hand the numerous scars criss-crossing his body resulting from Batman’s encounters with Gotham’s most murderous criminals.

They’d boarded the ship three hours earlier. After exchanging the customary pleasantries with the ship’s crew, they were escorted to the Ambasaador Suite. They quickly unpacked their bags, changed their clothes to more suitable ship-going attire, then made their way to the top deck to watch the departure from Singapore.

As it was the maiden voyage of Windstar Lines newest luxury liner, the company made the departure a great fanfare, complete with a full band playing ‘Anchors Aweigh’ while confetti streamers were thrown over the sides with regularity by the extra crewmen to ensure the appearance of a enthusiastic departure.

Bruce had settled into the third book of the tw-boo-book series "Master and Commander" by Patrick O’Brian while Diana sorted thru her remaining stack of women’s magazines, all of which offered conflicting advice on how to best catch a man. She felt a pang of guilty pleasure reading the various ‘Confession’ sections where readers confessed to their most nefarious hook-ups. Behind her new Armani sunglasses, Diana’s eyes kept roving over the body of her co-worker as the stories all concluded with the women committing some sexual misdeed, which in retrospect brought them all shame. ‘I can relate, sisters.’ Diana thought lamely.

The sun had moved past its zenith when Diana felt the presence of a third party near their lounge chairs. She looked up when a gravely voice intoned. "Wayne. Thought I might see you here."
The voice belonged to a balding, overweight man in his mid-fifties who was accompanied by a curvaceous yet petite blond who looked to be in her late 20’s. The man was attired in some ridiculous looking yachting attire while his companion was dressed like Diana in a two-piece bikini that left even less to the imagination than the one Diana was wearing.

"Hello, Leonard." Bruce said with a deep chuckle, arising from the seat to shake hands with the man. "I was hoping to see you on board as well. May I introduce my secretary, Megan Treacy?"
"Leonard Green" he bowed, pausing to only briefly look Diana in the eyes before his gaze drifted southward, appraising her generous cleavage with a menacing leer. "Some secretary." He laughed. "Can you type, Ms. Treacy? I need some help in my steno pool."

"Call me Megan." Diana’s eyes smoldered for a second as the man finished appraising her like a head of cattle at auction, then she looked over at the blonde. "Leonard, you haven’t introduced us to your daughter." She said sweetly, with just a hint of menace in her voice.

The man’s eyes flashed in anger at the implied insult then his countenance returned to its previous charm. "Not my daughter, Megan. This is Cassidy Garrison. My…" his throat cleared and then he winked at Bruce. "My secretary as well."

Cassidy extended her hand to both of them and Diana was surprised at the firmness of the woman’s grip and the intelligence behind the brown eyes. "Pleasure to meet you both." She said sharply, not meaning a word of it, then she turned to her older companion. "Leonard, I’m going to get some sun. I’ll meet you back at the room later on."

Bruce swiveled his head in appreciation of the woman’s firm behind as Cassidy retreated to the port side of the ship, then let out a low whistle of appreciation to Leonard. "She’s new, isn’t she, Leonard? Where did you meet her?"

"She models with the Ford agency out of Metropolis. Working her way through the University. I found her last weekend at Trump’s Country Club handing out gift bags at his tournament. She seemed friendly enough so I asked her if she wanted to cruise the Indian Ocean as my ‘secretary’. Funny thing though - she doesn’t seem to get the intent of the title. I’ve been warmer standing next to my icebox in the winter, if you get my meaning. I was contemplating leaving her at the docks in Singapore then I said what the hell and brought her on board. I’ll probably have to chopper some girls out from Bangkok if she doesn’t warm up by tonight."

Diana settled back in her chair, impressed by the woman’s reluctance to sleep with the rich and famous while Bruce and Leonard prattled away for a few more minutes. The older man finally excused himself to grab some lunch then Bruce sat down next to Diana.

"Who is that wretched man?" she asked in distaste.

"Leonard Green is the king of mergers and acquisitions for Leighton, Green & Howard. They’re an investment bank on Wall Street. Compared with some of the other ‘wretched men’ his age, he’s not really all that bad. He’s helped Wayne Enterprises purchase a few companies during the last few years."

Diana’s eyes narrowed at the news that Bruce had actually conducted business with a man of Leonard’s ilk. "Are you trying to tell me that you’re friends with him?"

"Leonard and I are acquaintances." Bruce said, trying to gauge her reaction. "We travel in the same circles, go to the same benefits and parties. He’s a necessary evil for Bruce Wayne in order to pay for all of the equipment that our friend likes to crash." He shrugged his shoulders then stood up. "I’m hungry. Want to get something to eat?"

Diana shook her head then watched Bruce as he sauntered away, genially waving at some celebrities he apparently knew at the bar. He stopped to chat them up for a minute, then disappeared into the dining room. Diana’s head was spinning as she attempted to reconcile the Bruce Wayne that she knew with the dilitente who wandered the decks of the cruise ship. ‘I’m right.’ She thought. ‘He really is an enigma, wrapped in a riddle.’

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The sun had burned overhead for another hour before Diana grew bored with the inactivity of reading her magazines. While she had learned how to avoid the problems applying make-up she’d encountered on the plane, there wasn’t anything else there to garner her attention with the exception of one article entitled ‘Unknown Erogenous Zones of Your Man’. She read it with great interest, shocked with the suggestions about how to stimulate certain areas, then finally put the magazine down a few minutes later.

She looked around for Bruce but didn’t see him near the pool. She considered waiting for his return then remembered the demonstration of his anger the night before. While he had been perfectly cordial on the cruise ship, she could feel a small, but important part of him had somehow retreated from her. ‘It’s probably best just to give him some space for a few days.’ She thought, then gathered her belongings into a bag and set off to explore the ship.

The pool was mid-ships so she had the choice of walking either forward to the bow or back to the stern. She opted for the bow of the ship and arrived a few minutes later. The architect had done himself proud again as there was a Crow’s Nest platform rising from the bow. A few people were waiting in line to climb the ten-foot high ladder so they could look straight down at the ocean below them. The platform borrowed heavily from DiCaprio’s "King of the World" scene in Titanic but people seem to be enjoying it nevertheless. Diana laughed to herself as the people screamed with delight at the rush of air. ‘You should try it at Mach 3’ she thought, then turned and headed down the starboard length of the ship.

There were numerous distractions to keep most of the passengers busy however shuffle board, tennis and gambling held no interest to Diana so her walk finally led her to the stern of the ship. Diana paused for a moment to enjoy the view of the roiled waters created by the four propellers driving the ship through the water. A few seabirds were riding the currents of air created by the ship’s movement however one of them made a sharp turn to dodge a white ball launched in its direction.

Diana turned and looked at the deck above her, puzzled by the source of the ball, and was shocked when she realized that Bruce was standing behind Cassidy, counseling the blonde on the nuances of hitting a solid golf shot. The young woman still had her bikini on and Bruce was standing behind her, only inches from her rear. Diana’s eyes widened in shock as she saw the woman purposefully wiggle her rear until it settled against his crotch, inviting him to move even closer if that was possible. Bruce didn’t encourage nor discourage the non-verbal invitation and continued to whisper his instructions into her ear.

Diana inhaled a sharp breath of air when he saw Bruce’s hand reach around the woman’s waist, fearing that he was succumbing to the woman’s obvious charms, then she realized that Bruce was demonstrating how to hold the grip on the downswing. He backed a few feet away from the woman then Cassidy raised the club in a smooth arc away from the ball. She hesitated for a moment at the top of the backswing, then quickly uncoiled her body, striking the ball with a crisp thwack as the ball sailed upwards thru the turbulence created by the ship’s superstructure. Cassidy admired the flight of the ball until it impacted the ocean, dropped the club then let out a quick yelp of joy and launched herself into Bruce’s arms.

Bruce held her there for a second, then his eyes darted around, feeling that they were being watched. After a scan around the tee-box, he caught Diana’s presence on the platform below and gave her a friendly wave.

"Hi, Megan," he said, wearing the wolfish grin of a man enjoying the embrace of a nubile young woman. "Want to work on your golf game?"

"How about I take that club and come shove it up your ass?" Diana shouted, then stormed away back to her room.

Bruce stepped back from the young woman’s grasp then shrugged his shoulders in with a vapid grin. "I’ll take that as a firm no!"

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Despite gaining a temporary calm as a result of a healthy pull on a double gin and tonic she’d poured hserlf from the suite mini-bar, Diana was still seething ten minutes later. She was mortified at her own behavior and shocked that her jealousy had been so easily piqued.

"Hera what’s wrong with me." She asked herself, then gulped down the second half of the drink and rummaged through the mini-bar in search of more gin. Diana had just finished making her second cocktail when the lock jiggled behind her. The door swung open a second later and Wayne stood in the doorway, still grinning like a village idiot.

He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him then his grin softened to a frown when he saw that Diana was angry.

"What’s wrong, Diana?" he asked, then slumped to the couch. He was visibly irritated with the emotional roller-coaster he was about to ride for the second consecutive day.

"Are you trying to make me look stupid in front of everyone on this ship?" she asked slowly, her jaw clenching as she enunciated each syllable.

Bruce rubbed his eyes in frustration. A headache started to build between his temples and he moved his hands up to his head to relieve the pressure.

"Diana, we went through this at the hotel this morning before we left. I told you that you weren’t up for the demands of this mission and I was right. Your cover is that you are traveling as Bruce Wayne’s secretary. He is a rake…a womanizer who makes no pretensions to care about anything or anybody in this world. His only agenda is to be seen at upper crust parties and to fuel his ego by dating the most beautiful women in the world. I thought you understood that."

"I understand Bruce Wayne has an image to maintain to protect any association people might otherwise make with Batman." Diana said deliberately. "However I fail to see why you can’t accomplish it in a more civilized manner. Less than a day ago we were intimate and now you’re chasing some bikini model around the ship like a man entering a mid-life crisis."

"That’s not fair, Diana." Bruce’s eyes flared as he rose off the couch. "You can’t have it both ways. Don’t play the ‘woman scorned’ card with me a day after you reject me. You were the one who said we couldn’t pursue a relationship of any kind. Not me! Do you realize how hard it was for me to come up with a plan to take you away from our League duties…to get you into a social setting where we could be alone?"

Diana looked at him, not comprehending the message he was trying so desperately to convey. He sighed and his tone softened however the frustration and heartbreak were still evident in his voice. "It took me three months plan my trip to Paris to ‘bump into you’ at the ISS reception. Do you realize that your presence in the League has weighed on me since the day it was formed? Why do you think I only asked for an associate membership? I didn’t want to have to spend my time with somebody who was completely unattainable."

He paused and took a breath, then continued, intent on venting his frustration. "After the incident in the restaurant a few weeks I thought there was a possibility, however slim, that you might be interested in me. Crashing the Watchtower into the Thanagarians headquarters was as close a call as I’ve ever had. I realized that I had been given a second chance to pursue you so I did. Do you want me to admit that this whole trip was a concoction to see where it might go, what we might be like if we didn’t have to hide behind the cowl and the tiara?"

Diana’s jaw dropped as Bruce’s confession spilled out but she didn’t interrupt him.

"Fine, I admit it! I didn’t expect the incident to happen on the plane but I don’t regret it. Obviously you do. You made your regret perfectly clear to me last night so don’t play the wounded girlfriend as it’s a cross you’re not allowed to bear."

Bruce stood in front of her, shoulders slumped as the last of his frustration was purged. Diana could see the energy drained from him and his face was almost white.

"I’m sorry, Diana. I shouldn’t have told you all of that. I know that you’re worried about endangering the future of the League and on that point, we’re both in agreement. You’re the only remaining woman on the team and its not fair to endanger your reputation. You’ve made it clear last night how uncomfortable I make you so why don’t we figure out a way to stay away from each other for the rest of the cruise and I’ll take care of the mission on my own."

Bruce edged past her, walking to his suite. He pointed at a track in the ceiling, noting, "This suite has a demising wall. You should have plenty of privacy for the rest of the trip. Let me call the concierge and they’ll have it set up by the time we get back from dinner."

"Shut up, Bruce."

Bruce’s head snapped around, the glare of the Bat tightening on his wounded face however Diana gave him no time to come up with a rejoinder to her demand. She wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him close, then gently kissed him. His eyes expressed his surprise at her action and he started to protest however her Amazon strength had many advantages. She silenced his protestations with a hard kiss for which he had no answer but surrender to her power.

"I never thought I’d have to tell Batman to stop talking."

Diana’s head was spinning from Bruce’s confession. She could feel her heart pounding against his chest as she kissed him. His mouth was stiff at first, unsure of his actions, then the floodgates burst open as the intensity of their passion increased with each exchange of hot breath across their dueling mouths. She suddenly stopped the embrace as quickly as it began and Bruce felt a sudden swirl of doubt in his gut as he remembered how their last embrace had been terminated abruptly, leaving him in a mixture of pain and confusion on the plane and in the limo.

"Wait a second." She stepped a few feet away from him. "I do have one question that I need to ask you."

"What is it?" he asked, a look of doubt creeping onto his face.

"What in Athena’s name took you so long?" she asked with a smile, then released the catch on the top of her bikini. "There’s one thing that we still need to take care of, however."

Bruce was puzzled again. "What’s that?"

"Him" she said, dropping to her knees. She quickly freed his now erect organ from his trousers, ripping them to shreds. She started running her fingertips lightly over his stomach, delicately tickling the sensitive areas around his groin before finally circling her hand over his rigid member. She backed him onto the barstool on which she’d been perched during his confession then took him in her mouth, delicately licking the tip of the shaft before engulfing the entirety of him in one steady plunge.

"Oh my…" he whispered throatily, urging her on.

She ripped his shirt right off his back, shredding the material in one clean pull, leaving him naked before her. The distraction gave him enough time to run his thumbs along her hips, easing her bikini bottoms downward enough for her to kick right out of them. They were both naked now and Diana knelt before him again, resuming where she had left off by running her lips and tongue in a cork-screwing motion over his cock while she teased his balls with her free hand.

He leaned farther back in the chair and she pulled his hips forward a bit, surprising him. Bruce was curious when she slid her index finger down her furrow, wetting the tips of her finger, however her intentions were revealed a second later as her free hand, previously dedicated to cradling his balls, suddenly worked backwards to his anus. She slipped the lubricated digit into his anus, watching his reaction with interest.

A great woosh of air burst from his lungs as the surprise of her action rendered him completely helpless. Stimulating his prostate with her index finger, Diana continued to slide her mouth up and down on his cock, savoring the salty taste of the precum which had already appeared at the entrance to his shaft. His cock felt natural in her mouth, she realized with a shock. Diana languidly dragged her tongue over his shaft and balls, gauging his reactions to the different stimuli and pressure each action produced. She worked her mouth back to the tip, then stiffened her tongue and worked it into the opening on the head. Diana felt a sudden spasm on her finger as the gland gave into the stimulation and released its treasure. She could feel the pressure building up from inside his body then sis balls tightened in her grasp a second later. Diana smiled in triumph as his hips spasmed, joining the rest of his body-shake as his ejaculate rushed into her mouth in a series of slow pulses.

She gagged in surprise at the volume of his orgasm and spit some of the fluid on the floor. Diana wondered if he was always this prodigious then she realized that he had probably been building up the tension from her denial the previous day. The contorted expression on his face was priceless however. She realized that it was the first time she had ever seen Bruce completely lose control and she was empowered by her new hold on him.

Diana delicately removed her finger from his anus, then stood and wiped her mouth and hands off with a towel on the bar. Bruce watched her, eyes heavy with desire, then slumped further back onto the barstool. While he didn’t normally drink, he reached over and took a sip from her gin and tonic. He let out a final sigh of sated release, then pulled her over to him, savoring the feel of her naked body against his.

"Where did you learn about that?" he asked in amazement.

"I read about it an hour ago by the pool. Said men with control issues are into that in a big way." She replied with a mischievous smile. You’d be amazed at what you can learn from some of those women’s magazines."

"What else did they say?"

"That a man your age usually needs 20 to 30 minutes to achieve an erection after orgasm the first time." Diana replied with a pout.

"Really?" he asked with a grin. "Give me three!"
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