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The Ocean Wept (Sequel to	By : Dhvana Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Siren’s Song: The Ocean Wept
Chapter 3

Bruce focused the hidden camera on Lorelei’s face, narrowing in on every aspect of her features as he tried to figure out just what it was about her that caused him to be so uneasy. She didn’t seem extraordinary in any particular way. She was attractive, bright, funny, serious without being too serious. She had a way of bringing a smile to Tim’s face that made him light up from the inside. In other words, she seemed to be the perfect girlfriend.

Maybe that was it. Maybe he wasn’t feeling uneasy for himself, but for Tim. After all, Tim had never really had a civilian girlfriend before. While the blue hair might be considered a costume of sorts, Bruce was fairly certain that was the extent of her disguise. He was willing to bet she didn’t spend her nights fighting crime in a spandex suit, though from the way Tim kept sneaking glances at her, he had no doubt the young man wouldn’t have minded her at least trying one on.

It was difficult maintaining a relationship with a civilian. Even the women he’d dated as part of his own disguise soon ended up irritated with him when he showed up late, or not at all. He didn’t want Tim getting his heart broken because he couldn’t find a way to be both crime fighter and high school student. If Tim was going to get his heart broken, he wanted it to be for the usual reasons--because women were cruel and vindictive and only existed to make men suffer.

And it was a damn good thing Barbara couldn’t hear him, Bruce thought with a quick glance at the monitor, or he’d be walking around with an extra hole for Dick to play with.

He returned his attention back to the young couple who’d given up all pretenses of studying. Lorelei was now curled up in Tim’s lap with her arms around his neck, the two of them making out with the innocent abandon that only teenagers could manage.

Tim really should loosen up a little, he thought as he switched off the screen, or Lorelei would start to think he wasn’t enjoying himself. Maybe he should ask Dick to give him a few pointers later on. His lover would know a way to work it into a conversation without revealing that Bruce had been spying on them.

Tim looked up into the too-blue eyes as Lorelei settled onto his lap.

“There now,” she smiled, sliding her arms around his neck, “isn’t this better?”

He scowled at her, unable to speak, unable to even move as she kissed him. On the rare occasions when she set his mind free from her spell, she was careful to make sure he couldn’t physically escape her or do anything to warn others of his predicament, but that also meant he had to endure her teasing advances.

“Tim, darling, you shouldn’t look at me like that,” she said with a hurt little pout. “After all, I didn’t have to let you out. I could have let you stay locked up inside your head forever, but I like you better when you’re you. I like the honesty in your eyes. The youth. The innocence.”

She was quiet for a moment as she looked at him, giving Tim a glance into the creature who hid behind the young woman’s face. He saw eternities flash across her eyes, a knowledge of time he would never know--which he was happy to never know, and for a second, he wondered what had happened to sour her heart.

“Besides,” she shrugged, granting him a smile that had once made his knees weak before he’d figured out who she was, “I’ve never held anyone for so long before. I’m not entirely sure how well your mind will endure its captivity.”

Any feelings of sympathy that might have been remotely stirring inside of him were quickly quashed by these words and he struggled again to free himself from her song.

She brushed the hair away from his forehead, curling a black lock around one of her fingers. “Don’t worry, my pretty one, you’ll be rid of me soon. We’re almost finished. With Tokyo, Mumbai, and Athens out of the way, it’s just Buenos Aires this weekend, and then our final destination, that little Watchtower in the sky. After that, you’ll be free, and I’ll be out of your hair. But until then. . .”

Lorelei hummed a little tune and Tim felt his will being pushed into the background. The world grew hazy and all his instincts that screamed he was in danger were dampened. He forgot everything he knew about her except that he was tutoring her, and that they were in love.

Tim wrapped his arms around Lorelei’s waist, smiling as he raised his lips to meet hers. Losing himself in her kiss, all Tim knew in that moment was that his life was perfect, and he was the luckiest bastard alive to have Lorelei as his girlfriend.

“I meant to ask,” he said between kisses, “Bruce invited us to dinner.”

She drew back, her eyes filled with doubt. “Just you, me, and Bruce?”

“And Dick, and Connor, and Will,” he grinned, understanding her trepidation. If it had been just the three of them, he would have found a way out of it the second Bruce asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, biting her lower lip. “I don’t think Bruce likes me.”

Tim laughed, drawing her lip away from her teeth with a kiss. “That’s just the way Bruce is. Trust me, once you get to know him, you’ll realize how great he is. It won’t take much to charm him--just act like you adore me, and he’ll love you forever.”

She smiled, rubbing noses with him. “I won’t be acting.”

Looking at her, he felt as if his heart was about to burst. “So you’ll come?”

“I’m still not sure. It sounds kind of like a family gathering.”

“Except none of us are related. We’re all just friends. It’s a celebration, of sorts. It’s been a month since Will’s surgery, so he’s finally permitted to do some limited physical activity, like driving. Believe me, if you’ve seen Connor drive, you’d know why this is a reason for celebration.”

Lorelei laughed dutifully, leaning down to nuzzle his ear. “All right, I’ll go. Just let me know when and where, and I’ll be there.”

“You’re the best,” Tim said, beaming up at her with his heart in his eyes.

“I know,” she winked. “Now, do you want to get back to studying,” she shifted suggestively in his lap, “or should we add another five minutes onto our study break?”

“Do you even have to ask?” he growled, tightening his hold on her waist and she threw her head back in a delighted laugh, giving Tim free access to her neck as he wondered if he could convince her to turn those five minutes into ten.

Bruce kept a sharp eye on the happy couple all throughout dinner, and though Lorelei did everything right, he couldn’t convince himself that there wasn’t something a little off about her. It was almost as if she was too good to be true.

“Would you stop staring at her?” Dick hissed, pinching his thigh when Lorelei excused herself to go to the ladies’ room. Bruce bit back a yelp and glared at his lover.

“What was that for?”

“Unless you want to be accused as a pedophile, I suggest you stop leering at Tim’s girlfriend.”

“I am not leering.”

“No, but if you had a scalpel and a couple of pins, you’d have her pithed on the table so you could dissect her.”

“Dick, that’s. . . actually, that’s not a bad idea.”

Dick pinched him again, this time Bruce letting out a yelp that drew stares from the three across the table who’d been having an animated discussion about how wonderful Tim’s girlfriend was.

“Would you mind taking the foreplay outside?” Connor asked with a smirk.

“Yeah, keep it clean, you two,” Tim teased, earning him a dark look from his mentor.

“It isn’t my fault Dick has to incorporate violence into our discussions.”

“Why Dick,” Will said, grinning wickedly at his ex, “you never mentioned you were into S&M.”

“Wasn’t it obvious?” Connor asked. “I mean, what other reason would there be to spend hours at night in a skintight costume playing with ropes and handcuffs.”

“You’re right. I should have guessed. All those wasted opportunities,” Will sighed, shaking his head, then gave his boyfriend a curious look. “So what does this say about you?”

“As if the phallic imagery of the bow and arrows weren’t a dead giveaway,” Dick answered, “not to mention the whole Robin Hood theme. We know there was a lot more going on in Sherwood Forest than the legends reveal. After all, they weren’t called the ‘Merry’ Men for nothing.”

“Well, if we’re going to get into the sexual undertones of your costumes,” Will said, coming to his boyfriend’s rescue as Connor was looking somewhat perturbed as he mentally went over the guise of his alter-ego, “what about the whole vampire thing you guys have going? One of the most seductive characters in literature is the vampire, a dark figure who lurks in the shadows, coming out only at night to swoop down on his unsuspecting prey. How are you different?”

“We’re birds,” Dick said, gesturing between himself and Tim, then pointed towards Bruce. “He’s the one with the bat fetish, and we all know vampires are primarily associated with bats.”

“Except there’s one difference,” Bruce said with narrowed eyes. “I don’t have fangs.”

Will arched an eyebrow at him. “That’s the only difference you can think of? Heightened senses, immortality, being undead, drinking blood, none of these occurred to you?”

Bruce gave him an ominous smile. “Should they have?”

“Well,” Will said, placing his hands on the table and pushing his chair away, “I think I can say I am now officially creeped out. Thank you for that.”

“My pleasure.”

“So, where to next?” Dick said, this time squeezing Bruce’s thigh instead of pinching it.

“Next?” Bruce and Connor asked in unison, while Will exchanged grins with Dick.

“Dancing?” he suggested, and Dick nodded.

“You’ve read my mind.”

Connor looked at Bruce to see the twinge of panic he’d felt matched in the eyes of the older man. He turned to his boyfriend, placing a hand over Will’s.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea. You got to drive. Can’t that be enough for your first night out?”

“Don’t think you’re going to try and wriggle your way out of this,” Will said, planting a quick peck on his cheek, “unless you’re planning on wriggling across a dance floor.”

“But I don’t know how.”

“Not a problem,” Dick said, winking at his former lover, “Will is an excellent dancer, the best I’ve ever seen. He’ll show you the ropes. What about you, Tim?”

Tim glanced at Lorelei as she returned and shook his head. “I think we’re going to catch a movie.”

“Had enough of us old fogies for one evening?” Dick teased, and Tim shot him an evil grin.

“You said it, not me. You all can go lug your walkers across the dance floor,” he said, holding up Lorelei’s coat for her, “and we’ll see you later.” Tim paused long enough on their way out to give Will a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. Thanks for inviting me along.”

“You’re always welcome wherever I go,” Will said, smiling up at him. “I mean that. And as soon as I can distract Connor, I’m giving you a call and we can start on those self-defense lessons.”

“You’re on,” Tim grinned and took Lorelei’s hand, leading her out of the restaurant.

“Thanks for dinner!” she called, waving as they left.

“You do realize it’ll be another month at least before you’re capable of doing anything remotely resembling the martial arts,” Connor said to his boyfriend in his most disapproving voice as all four rose from the table.

“Don’t worry about me, babe,” Will smiled, stealing a kiss. “By then, our own private workouts will have gotten me back into shape.”

Connor frowned in confusion as he and Will followed Bruce and Dick outside. “What private work--OH.”

Dick glanced back at them and started to laugh. “Will, you do know that shade of red looks absolutely adorable on your boyfriend, don’t you?”

“It’s one of the many things I love about him,” he agreed, giving Connor’s hand a squeeze.

“Now, onto the club!”

“We’ll be right behind you!” Will called as he and Connor headed for his truck.

“Damn,” Bruce muttered, pressing the button on his keychain that disarmed the Jaguar. “I was hoping you would have forgotten about that.”

“Not a chance,” Dick grinned, snatching the keys from Bruce’s hand, “and I know the perfect place. Get in.”

Bruce gave him a pained look, then sighed and awkwardly sat down in the passenger’s seat. Dick frowned at the trouble Bruce was having, and his lover gave a little shrug. “Not used to sitting on this side.”

Chuckling, Dick turned the car on and made his way out of the parking lot.

The club he’d chosen was particularly well populated that night with couples of every gender combination imaginable. Enough cash got them inside and secured them a booth, which Dick knew would be a necessity if he wanted Bruce to stay. Though he realized it was a long shot, he tried to get Bruce to dance, but as predicted, the man refused to budge. Since Connor was being equally reluctant, he grabbed Will and the two headed onto the dance floor.

Bruce and Connor began a discussion on the techniques of Samurai and ordered their significant others each a beer while they themselves stuck to ginger ale since neither of them drank alcohol. Or, as viewed by their partners when they returned from the dance floor to slake their thirst and saw what the two men were drinking:

“Buddhist.”

“Control freak.”

Bruce rolled his eyes and Connor chuckled. “You two look like you’re having fun out there.”

“You should try it.”

He shook his head, his eyes hesitant. “I don’t think so.”

“You’ll never know till you try.”

“And,” Dick said, sliding into the booth, “I just paid the DJ a wad of cash to play one of Will’s favorite songs, so you’re just going to have to let loose a little and join him.”

At that moment, the music switched gears entirely from the upbeat bounce of techno to smooth glide of the Blues.

“Dick!” Will’s emerald eyes lit up as he leaned over to kiss his ex. “I adore you, you know this, don’t you?”

“You’ve more than earned it,” he grinned.

“This is what you wanted to hear?” Connor asked, watching Will’s body sway to the beat, his eyes closed in ecstasy as Jimi Hendrix’s guitar wailed throughout the club in a hypnotic Blues song.

“This is exactly what I wanted to hear,” Will nodded, opening his eyes and reaching for his boyfriend while ‘Red House’ filled their ears. “Come, dance with me.”

“But I told you, I don’t know how.”

“Dancing isn’t about knowing, my Buddhist friend. Dancing is about feeling. Dancing is pulling the movements out of the core of your being and setting them free, and the Blues. . . the Blues is the path to freedom.”

“You’ve got to understand,” Dick leaned over close to Connor’s ear, “he really loves the Blues, and if you want to get him in the mood, this will do it every time.”

“But I thought the Blues was supposed to be depressing,” Connor protested, stumbling forward as Will pulled him onto the dance floor.

“Not a chance, my love,” Will said, his hands on the slender hips, swerving them in a smooth half-circle to the left, and then to the right. “The Blues is about pain, it’s about passion, it’s about sorrow so deep you can drown and love powerful enough to laugh in death’s face. The Blues is about survival. The Blues is about life.”

“You should spend some time in the Ashram where I grew up. The Zen Masters there would love you.”

“Shh. . .” Will whispered, pressing his cheek to his boyfriend’s. “Close your eyes, Connor, and listen. Feel it. Lose yourself in the music. Lose yourself and find me.”

His stomach quacking with nerves, Connor did as he was bid. He closed his eyes and listened, but almost immediately forgot there was music playing as he lost himself in Will. He became aware of this man he loved in ways he’d never been able to before. He felt the warm puff of Will’s breath on his ear, the scratch of stubble against his cheek. Will’s hands on his hips were like firebrands, and the absent brushes of Will’s jeans against his own fed the heat.

Connor wanted more of that heat.

He moved forward till his right leg was trapped between Will’s, their bodies grinding together in a primal rhythm that Connor could hear buried deep in the music. Fisting his hands in Will’s shirt, he pulled him closer until Will’s scent was all he could smell, soap and sweat and an underlying musk that swept through his veins. The pounding sound in his ears was the needy beating of Will’s heart combined with the gasping of his lungs for breath.

Opening his mouth, his lips naturally found his lover’s and Connor was tasting him. He first recognized the bitter tang of the beer Will had been drinking, the sweet hints of sugar and peanuts mixed with the sharpness of Serrano peppers from the Pad Thai they’d had for dinner. But that wasn’t what he was looking for. His tongue delved past the superficial tastes until he found the real flavor of Will, and his senses were overwhelmed. He couldn’t tell where Will ended and he began, and yet, it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t anywhere near enough.

Jade green eyes flew open and Connor grabbed onto Will’s hand, pulling him off the dance floor. Will winked at Bruce and Dick as they left, Dick having already dissolved into laughter.

“Gets ‘em every time,” he grinned facing his lover, and Bruce regarded him with cool blue eyes. Dick sighed as Bruce’s gaze dissolved his mirth, and he almost wished he were keeping company with Will and Connor. “Oh, what? You can’t tell me that wasn’t one of the most erotic sights you’ve ever seen.”

Bruce just looked at him, his face impassive, but for a brief second, his eyes flared with a lust so deep Dick found himself pressed against the back of the booth and hard enough to scream without his lover ever having placed a finger on him.

“Are you ready to leave?” Bruce asked calmly as he set a few bills on the table.

“You’re a sadistic son of a bitch, you know this, don’t you?” Dick growled, already on his feet and heading for the door.

“It’s one of my few joys in life,” Bruce said smugly from behind him, taking his time to appreciate the view.

The two barely made it home and inside the Manor before hands and fingers and lips were tearing at each other. The bedroom was out of the question--it was just too far away. Dick found himself on his hands and knees halfway up the stairs as Bruce pounded into him with every bit of the lust he’d been containing in the club. He just prayed Tim didn’t come looking for them, or worse, Alfred.

A hand grabbed onto his cock, a hand that demanded an immediate reaction and he gave a strangled shout as he came all over the carpet. Bruce thrust into him a couple more times and he could feel the hot fluid shooting into him so deep he thought he could taste it.

They collapsed on the stairs, mouths hungrily grabbing at each other as they readied for round two when both slowly became aware of a sound not unlike that of a giant hyperventilating fish. Breaking apart, they turned their heads to see a blond, bearded man standing at the foot of the stairs, opening and closing his mouth with stifled gasps.

Bruce’s expression immediately solidified into one of stone while Dick gnawed on the insides of his cheeks in order to keep from laughing.

“My eyes!” the man cried out. “Someone, quick, rip out my eyes. Cut off my head! The image. . . it’s burned into my brain! Make it stop! Please, make it stop!” He fell to his knees, covering his face with his hands. “I will never have sex again.”

“Grow up, Ollie,” Bruce growled as he stood, pulling up his pants and arranging his ripped shirt along the way to try and cover as much bare skin as he could. Dick just pulled on his boxers. His pants and shirt were pretty much beyond repair.

“How’re you doing, Ollie?” Dick grinned, lounging against the stairs while carefully avoiding the newly formed stain on the carpet. He made a mental note to clean that up before Alfred found it.

“I was doing fine,” the elder Green Arrow answered as he got back up, “until your little floor show. Now I’m scarred for life.”

Glancing beyond the inwardly raging Bruce, Oliver Queen took a better look at the younger man, and his face grew slack. He glanced back and forth between the two lovers, his eyes bouncing like a ping-pong ball, and then he smiled with the delight of a kid at Disney World seeing Mickey Mouse for the first time. “No way! Bats! You’re boffing your sidekick?”

If possible, Bruce’s eyes narrowed even more, his entire body tensing with the urge to strike the grinning man. Dick just chuckled.

“Former sidekick. I’ve got my own gig now. Nightwing, at your service,” he said with a nod of his head.

“Not at mine, kiddo,” Ollie winked. “You’re not my type. But, I do gotta admire Batbreath’s taste. You look pretty good from all angles, if I do say so myself.”

“Ollie, you flatterer you,” Dick said, fluttering his eyes. “Now I know why they call you ‘Queen’, and it’s not just because of your last name. But what would Dinah say?”

“She’d probably ask if she could join in.”

“You know, you’re probably right.”

“Ahem.”

Both men paused in their banter to turn their eyes to Bruce.

“Is there a reason you’ve decided to show up uninvited and unannounced, or is this just a friendly visit?”

“Aww. . . are we friends now?” Oliver quipped, then gave a little shrug. “Actually, I am here for a reason. Two, to be precise, but the second one can wait. I seem to be missing my son. He’s about yea high,” Oliver held his hand to his eyebrows, “blond hair, green eyes, wanders around with a quiver strapped to his back, is quiet, serene, and irritatingly moral. Said he was going to help out a friend a couple months ago and I haven’t seen him since. Don’t suppose you could tell me where I could find him?”

Bruce’s lips stretched to a thin smile that would have sent fear directly into the hearts of men with any sense, but sense was something Oliver Queen had always tended to lack. Dick, however, did have sense, and feared what was going on inside his lover’s mind.

“Um. . . Bruce?” he began, but the man ignored him.

“As a matter of fact, I happen to know exactly where you can find your son.”

“Great! Just tell me where to go--you know what I mean,” he quickly added, seeing the extra spark in Bruce’s eyes, “and I’ll leave you two alone so you can defile other parts of the house.”

Dick sighed as Bruce gave Ollie directions to Will’s apartment, hoping with all his might that Connor and Will were finished by the time Oliver found them. He considered calling and warning them, but the second Oliver was gone, he found his attention thoroughly diverted and he completely forgot about informing his friends of their impending visitor.

Connor lay sprawled across the bed, staring at the ceiling, practically catatonic.

Why? Why hadn’t anyone ever introduced him to sex before? He knew there was a reason why the general population seemed so obsessed with it, but he’d never understood why--until now.

His mind was a blur of sharp pain and intense pleasure, of twisting limbs and throbbing kisses, of his body exploding over and over and over again.

“I never realized it would feel like this,” he finally whispered, his throat raw from shouting.

“A lifetime of abstinence will do that to you,” Will chuckled, handing him a bottle of water as he downed one of his own.

“You mean it’s not always like this?”

“It can be,” his lover shrugged, “just usually not in such quick succession. Most of the time, we have to wait a little longer between rounds, but I’ve been out of commission for several weeks now, and you for several years, so our bodies had a lot of lost time to make up for.”

“I just never imagined. . . It was so. . . and then it was. . . and then it felt so good! No, not just good, it was unbelievable! There are no words to describe it. I think I achieved Nirvana.”

“That’s just afterglow,” Will said, snuggling against him, his head on Connor’s shoulder. “It’ll fade.”

“But I don’t want it to fade!”

“Which is why we’ll do it again.”

“Can we do it now?”

Will laughed, lifting his mouth to kiss his lover. “Tomorrow morning, I promise. Between dancing and your enthusiasm, which I can’t wait to exploit even further, I’m exhausted.”

Connor quickly subdued his excitement. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I never should have—”

“Connor,” he said softly and shook his head. “Stop apologizing. Trust me, I regret absolutely nothing about this night.”

“Nothing?” Connor asked with a hesitant smile.

“Nothing.”

“Neither do I,” he said with a blissful sigh, wrapping his arms around Will. “I love you, Will.”

“I love you, too,” he answered, kissing the spot above Connor’s heart, and closing his eyes. He was asleep within minutes, but Connor lay awake for another hour before finally reaching a level of calmness that would allow him to rest. In the end, the only thing that convinced him to close his eyes was the knowledge that the sooner he fell asleep, the sooner it would be morning and they could start all over again.

Something was wrong.

Will wasn’t sure what, but he could sense they were in danger. His eyes flew open and he looked up to see the moonlight shining off the tip of an arrow aimed directly at his head. His gaze followed the length of the arrow to the hand the held it, and on up to the archer himself.

Well, that explained the danger all right.

Eyelids still drooping with the call of sleep, he poked Connor in the side with his finger, his lover murmuring in protest.

“Connor, babe? Wake up. We’ve got. . . got. . .” A yawn broke his words, leaving him momentarily incapable of speech. “. . . company. It’s for you.”

“Hmm. . . ?” Connor slowly opened his eyes, and a lazy smile crossed his face. “Oh. Hi, Dad.”

Dad.

It took a moment for the word to register, but when it did, Connor shot up in bed, grabbing for the sheet to cover both himself and his lover.

“DAD!”

“Son,” Oliver said, arrow still notched and pointed at Will, “I think we need to have a little talk.”

[April 21, 2004]
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