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Older Than My Years [V2]	By : stix Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7281 -:- 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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I know the sex scene is a little short. I plan on fixing it but am suffering writer's block. Damn english essays, taking up my time!

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Cassandra stared out the car window, watching the street lights pass. She was again dolled up, looking ravishing as Bruce had told her when he first saw her.

“Where is this place again?” Tim asked, almost pressing his face against the glass.

He acted a bit immature at times, but when it came to being alone he was as serious as Bruce was when he was Batman. Bruce was poking away at his palm pilot not really paying attention.

“Cherry Hill, Master Timothy. And if I see any finger prints on that window I shall personally make it your responsibility to wash the car.” Alfred said, looking in the mirror.

Cassandra giggled as Tim pulled himself away from the mirror.

“No fair.” He said, crossing his arms and slouching.

“Way fair.” Cassandra said with a nod.

“Tim, you are older than when you first came to live with me, don’t you think you should be a little more…” Bruce started but stopped, looking up from his palm pilot.

“Mature.” Cassandra finished raising an eyebrow.

“Hey! I am mature!” Tim said sitting straight up and coughing a bit. “See?”

“Hardly.” Bruce answered, making Cassandra and eventually Tim laugh.

They reached Cherry Hill and Alfred opened the door for them. Cassandra was the first out, shielding her eyes from the bright lights flashing in their face.

“Mr. Wyane! Mr. Wayne!” A reporter called, raising her pen above everyone else.

“Is it true that you are going to close down Wayne Aerospace?”

Bruce took some time to think about his question, Cassandra had noted that he worked well under pressure.

“No, I am not going to close down Wayne Aerospace.” Bruce answered before walking past.

They reached the gala and Cassandra was speechless, it was beautiful. There was live music and people were toasting. Young women accompanied rich boastful men, hanging on their arms.

A few women went rushing up to Bruce, insisting he dance with them. Cassandra stood next to Tim and glanced up at him. He politely refused and replied maybe later. They pouted and some even stomped their feet, but eventually they disappeared.

Tim and Cassandra took a seat at a reserved table looking around the room.

“I’m going to snatch some of those small sausage things!” Tim thumbed towards a large man holding a plate, walking from person to person.

He got up and slipped by a bunch of people in an attempt to get to the food. Bruce talked with the Mayor, the Commissioner and eventually made his way back to the table. He took a seat and sighed.

“Hard being Bruce Wayne.” He said more to himself than to her. She looked at him and smiled.

He draped an arm around the back of the chair, caressing her shoulder lightly. Two women and one man stood in the corner, they noticed his hand and how close he was to her. One scoffed and swallowed her martini.

“Looks like they’re getting younger and younger.” She said with a frown.

“When you’re as gorgeous as that, you can have whatever you want.” The other girl said.

“Maybe he has a flare for youth.” The man said eyeing the girl, “She does seem rather exotic.”

“If exotic you mean savage.”

“Tawny we are not in the 19th century, savage is not the word you use.”

“Looks savage to me.”

“Oriental women are the new rage, perhaps he’s a crowd follower as well.”

Tawny scoffed and handed her empty glass to a server.

“We’ll see how well she fairs when he meets me!”

She flattened her long dirty blonde hair and stalked her way over to Bruce, leaning down over him, lightly touching his shoulder.

“Oh Brucie! Don’t you remember me?” She asked in a high pitched squeal.

Bruce turned around and looked at her, standing up he shook his head.

“Don’t seem to.” He said lightly, his hand on his chair.

“Of course you do! Tawny…Tawny Masterson! We were at the National Gotham fundraiser last month.”

Bruce thought back and shook his head, “Sorry I didn’t attend there, I think you might have mixed me up with someone else.”

“Nonsense! How about a dance, I’m sure it’ll re-jog your memory.” She tugged at his arm and he had no choice but to leave Cassandra while he mingled with Tawny.

Tim returned and handed her a handful of food, “Try this! It’s so good!”

Cassandra laughed at his full mouth and popped a small treat into her mouth, chewing on it a little. She shrugged and he looked disappointed.

“So…you want to dance?” Tim asked, looking straight ahead at Bruce and Tawny. She was groping the hell out of him and both youths could see that he was uncomfortable making them laugh a little.

“Yes.” She replied, grabbing his arm and dragging him to the dance floor.

They danced in a polite manor, her hands resting on his shoulders, his on her waist. The lights dimmed and it seemed as if it were only them two. Tim smiled down at her and she smiled back, her mind slipping back to the night with Bruce. Tim slowly lowered his hand but was stopped when he saw Bruce staring straight at him. He repositioned his hand as Bruce was attacked by another gaggle of girls.

“Can I see you tonight?” He asked her in a low whispered.

She looked up at him and shook her head. “No.”

“Why not?”

She didn’t say anything; she had promised Bruce she’d keep their affair a secret.

“Is it because of Steph?”

She lied, “Yes.”

“Oh…” Tim sort of looked away and his expression changed to one of boredom.

The song ended and they retreated back to the table and engrossed themselves in a private conversation. Bruce went around talking to others while Tim and Cassandra had decided to slip away.

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Tim and Cassandra slipped out the back and wandered down the hallway. He held her hand tight as he went to each room trying to find somewhere private. She held onto his arm and looked behind her, expecting to see Bruce pop up any moment wondering where they were going off to.

He found a closet and opened the door, peeking into the small room. He pulled her in with him, shutting the door and pushing her up against it. His hands snaked around her lower back, squeezing her backside in his hands and his lips found her neck. She closed her eyes, and held onto his shoulders. Tim’s hands moved up her thighs, inching up her dress.

“Stop…” Cassandra said, pushing him a little.

He pushed against her more roughly, nipping at her shoulder.

“Please Cass.” He murmured, feeling her hands drop allowing him to continue.

She and Tim had an interesting relationship. Out of the bedroom they were good friends who picked on one another. Inside was a whole different story. They had confided in each other that they wanted to be experienced when they got into relationships. She and him eventually decided to “help” each other out. He taught her how to give a good blow and she taught him what made a woman scream and beg for release. She had picked such things up in porn videos she found in Dick’s old room under a floorboard. He had hid them there from Alfred back before he became Nightwing. They kept their relationship a secret, not that they were afraid, but they didn’t want people to know.

He pulled away from her neck and stared at her as her hands moved from his chest to his pants, tugging at the waist band. She pulled off his belt, tossing it onto one of the shelves that held towels. They stared at each other as she unbuttoned and zipped down his fly. He looked down as she freed his member and started stroking him. With a groan he closed his eyes, his lips parted as he inhaled. She stared at him as he opened his eyes and picked up her pace making him scrunch his eyebrows and groaning.

“Cass…” he mumbled leaning into her, making her let go of him. He lifted her up, wrapping her legs around him, pressing her hard into the door. He pushed her panties to the side and entered in her slowly.

She tilted her head and sighed pleasantly as he filled her. He slowly rocked into her heat, feeling her tense around him.

“Relax…” He said with a small frown, feeling her relax a little.

She wrapped her arms around his neck as he buried his face deep into her long hair, groaning and grunting. He held onto her backside and pushed harder, her hips moving with his.

She wondered what would happen if Bruce came in and saw them, how would she explain? The thought was wiped from her mind as he pulled out, staring at her. She moved to the shelf, holding onto the edge as he entered her from behind. His hands gripped onto her waist. She moaned, rocking into the shelf. Tim moved his hands to her clothed breasts feeling him with his palms as he thrusted into her.

“Tim.” She moaned tilting her head back as she felt him graze her most sensitive spot. She cried loudly, feeling his hand cover her mouth.

“Ssh. Others can hear you. You’re kinda loud.” He said between breaths, removing his hand.

“Hurry.” She moaned, resting her head on her hands.

“Can’t rush these things.” He muttered picking up pace as he pumped into her.

It remained relatively quiet as they went at it, with the exceptions of his groans and grunts and her moans and cries. He closed his eyes and mumbled something about cumming before slamming into her three hard times and holding himself there, spilling his seed. He leaned over her, panting.

“Sorry…” He said pulling out and wiping himself with his hand and then other a nearby towel.

Cassandra stood up with the help of Tim and straightened herself out. She helped Tim with his belt and adjusted his tie.

“We have to go.” She said a little frustrated for not cumming when he did, not to mention him cumming inside her.

He apologized again and she ignored it, looking outside for people. They left the room hand in hand but once they reached the party they let go and walked as if nothing happened.

Bruce noticed them enter and raised an eyebrow, Cassandra looked frustrated, not to mention flushed. He knew something was up.

On their way back, Tim opted to sit up front with Alfred, wanting to touch all the radio buttons. Bruce was extremely quite and he didn’t look at Cassandra. Did he know something? She thought, looking at her dress and straightening it.

“How long?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

She looked at him acting confused.

“You and Tim…how long?”

She didn’t say anything and looked back down at her hands.

“A while.” She whispered, unable to bring herself to look at him.

They sat quietly in the car as Alfred drove back to the manor, constantly telling Tim not to reset the stations.

She ascended the stairs to go to bed a little disappointed in herself. Bruce held onto her arm and told her to come to his room. She sat on his bed and looked around, noticing how neat it was. He went into the bathroom and rummaged around, coming back he held out a small blue box.

“Take it.” He said, handing it to her.

She opened the box and saw a few pills, looking back up at him.

“I know you and him were together tonight. Don’t be stupid and get pregnant.”

He wasn’t the same gentle man she had been with the other night; he was acting like a father, making her cringe a little. She nodded and took two pills out popping them into her mouth, he handed her a glass of water from the sink and took a seat next to her. He stared at her for a little bit before rising again and taking his shirt off.

“Go to bed.” He said in a hurtful tone.

Cassandra stood and took the box with her, heading to her room. Did she just ruin what she always wanted? She sniffled a little but refused to cry, it showed weakness and she was far beyond weak.
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