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Body & Soul	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Days of unconsummated lust have worn me down. I no longer care about what I have to lose, my only thoughts are of what I stand to gain. I discard my last reservations. "Please… Master,"
"Bruce? What did you say?"
"Master…" I repeat. I can't meet his eyes, but I find that with Chima's hand sliding up the small of my back I can say anything. It's only words... mere sounds 'signifying nothing' as Shakespeare once wrote.
"I'm listening, baby," He assures me.
I glance up, to find his expression one of wonder.
"What is it you want?" He asks in open astonishment.
He didn’t think I'd ever voluntarily call him that; then again, neither did I…
"Please, Master," I can't conceal the longing, and don’t bother to even try. If I dare to ask directly for what I really want, he's sure to deny me. This way we can at least have some of it. "Take me as I take her…"
"No." His refusal is a complete shock.
I find myself staring, disbelief flowing over me.
"Oh, baby, don’t look so down!" He smiles in triumph, "I only meant that I don’t intend to participate this time… I want to watch you two perform together."
"Master?" I can't believe what I'm hearing. He's not going to interfere? He's actually going to just let us…
"Think of it as a down-payment toward future pleasure," A wavering hand runs over my cheek. Finally, he composes himself. "I've been looking forward to this moment for some time." He sounds breathless, thoroughly excited.
So am I by now.
"I'll inform the mansion guard that we are not to be disturbed for anything," Nygma announces, undoing my chains. We both know that there's no way out, and no way I'd want to go, not now. "You two go into the bedroom, and wait for me."
The silk sheets are cool under my shins, his hand is warm along my spine, but she is warmer and softer and better than anything else. I reverently cup a breast with one palm, my other hand holding her close against me. When I suckle her, it sends shivers through us both.
So close, and about to get even closer.
"You're mine, both of you," His hand wraps around my quivering erection. "Now that you've accepted me as your master," he says silkily, "you'll find captivity far more pleasant."
I nod, letting him think he has finally gained control. It's an illusion anyway, the aliens rule here: he is only a figurehead, a convenient scapegoat too most probably, and every bit as much a slave as I am; though granted, the chains on him are far more subtle.
Until now I've always thought I'd rather be in his position than mine, but right now I wouldn’t exchange my position for anything. Unless someone were offering me a doomsday device – or mega-intergalactic superpowers? As expected, neither materialises. Oh well, no great loss…
His hand guides me into the space between her thighs, before drawing clear – the better to watch us perform. He assumes that this spectacle is largely for his pleasure, except we two know better.
Chima presses close against me. Now, it begins.
A gentle push and I am in her, tight heat around my shaft welcomes me. We kiss, mouths sliding over each other, tongues tangling, each into the other until we scarcely know where one begins and the other ends.
"So hot…" Nygma breathes, "so passionate!" The bed twitches slightly as he pumps himself.
Starting slowly, I slide deeper into her, and pull almost out. Her hands come round, clasping my buttocks. The touch is nothing like his touch. I welcome it, wherever she may wish to take it. Knowing that, she strokes a finger down my spine, tracing the bony track to its end.
"Ohhh!" I find myself groaning out loud.
That feels amazing. She doesn’t intrude, but her finger lingers there, teasing, tantalising, suggesting what could happen. Understanding, I return the favour, curious to see if she will enjoy the sensation. By the soft breathless gasp, she does. My finger tip enters her, so very slightly, and an illicit thrill shoots through both of us.
He watches, intrigued and excited, voicing his pleasure at random intervals. We largely ignore him, consumed with our own pursuit of delight.
The heat between us grows as the pleasure builds. Hips rolling, I press my aching shaft deeper into her, until it is no longer enough like this.
Guiding her down onto the bed, I increase the pace, ploughing into her accepting folds.
Not far away, Nygma is close to his own release, eyes flickering shut, hand almost blurring as he pumps desperately.
Just as he comes, so do we.
For a moment, there is no other sensation but the white pinnacle of pleasure, and then… Where I was alone, now I am joined - and not purely by the fleshy bridge between our bodies, but here, in my mind.
We are together One of us says.
Made whole. We both agree.
Each of us is aware of our singularity while still mostly mingled with the other; being solo is what we're each used to, but having this connection feels so amazingly good.
But are we complete in ourselves? Only our two selves? I ponder that.
You feel it? She asks, More than just the pair of us?
There is something there, something at the very fringe of my senses. I think so. How are we doing any of this?
It is in our nature.
I find myself in complete agreement. It feels right. I… I've known telepaths before, but having them touch me like that always felt wrong, too raw. It feels different with you, natural somehow.
It would. We are not like them, we are us, and it will only feel right with others of our kind. We remain apart from them, to protect them.
That feels true as well. Why are we apart from them though?
Because they are not us, and if they touch us too closely it can hurt them, Chima wraps herself around me, filling me, warming me. I freely reciprocate.
I don’t want to hurt anyone, not if I have any alternatives. I'm sure of that.
Neither do I, and I wouldn’t do so by choice, but we cannot change what we are and they were not made to be as we are.
What are we? Somewhere, off in the back of my mind, I half-remember, I could probably answer the question myself, with only a little effort. She knows that too. She is a little more advanced than I am, beside being naturally more intuitive. The answers come faster and more clearly to her, my particular strengths and skills lie elsewhere.
Think, my love, my other self, what are you? Her thoughts are light and glowing, like laughter but without the need for sound.

The word that I am hunting for is suddenly there, waiting for me to give it form, as if it has always been there in me ready to be discovered. Kin.
Yes, Kin. Chima agrees, Bound with ties of love to each and every other of our kind. One purpose in many bodies.
Yes, I feel that. Why didn’t I know this before?
Because we are each born alone, of other races, and it is only in the joining that we find ourselves and our destiny, she tells me.
Which is?
I feel her smile. Her amusement flows through me, teasing lightly.
Nothing sinister… we are… police… a justice force…
I ponder the information and find it fits. It would explain a lot of things, wouldn’t it?
Yes, that is why you feel so strongly drawn to the cause of Justice, how could you not?
Is there anything we can do here? To free Earth? I ask her, finding it intolerable that the winged invaders should have free rein over this world.
Once we have both fully matured, there will be nothing that we cannot do, Chima is confident of that, and quite suddenly I am too.
The first thing I want to do is free the both of us of Edward Nygma, I tell her..
That one? She is scornful of him. He cannot stand against us, even now.
He has the Thanagarians to back him, I remind her, recalling the brutal way they used their more-advanced technology to crush any form of resistance.
They will not back him against us.
No?
No. Not once we are able to declare ourselves.
I have a momentary vision, of us, of power flowing freely through us, and not just these two bodies…
And when can we do that? I don’t feel THAT different.
Why would you? She seems surprised that I would ask, not critical, merely interested.
I sort of expected power to feel different, I admit it without reservation or embarrassment: Chima knows my innermost thoughts, there would be no point in withholding anything from her, even if I wanted to.
You aren't all that different, you have always had this, it simply didn’t manifest before. She is casual about it, accepting.
You make it sound so easy. I am impressed with her confidence.
It IS so easy. The flow of her thoughts mingles more strongly with mine, before ebbing again, leaving comfort and affection flooding through me.
KAL-EL IS NEAR DEATH.
The words drift into my head and my mind stutters to a halt, my awareness of my flesh dimming until the contact finally fades off. I instinctively know that it was not Chima communicating with me, just as I also know who… what… it was that just touched me.
Kal? No! The one person who always stood by me, who never allowed anything to sway our friendship, needs me… needs help now.
"Answer me!" I hear Nygma's voice, but it's too far away to be bothered with. "I don’t want to have to do this!"
Something sparks in my head. I vaguely recall that it should be intensely painful, but it isn't. In fact I hardly feel it. I rise back to full consciousness, rediscovering my body. It feels strangely energised. Nygma… he must have set off the implant…
Bastard.
"Bruce?" I open my eyes to find my tormentor bending over me, only he sounds more concerned than angry. "Baby, can you hear me?"
Play weak… Chima advises, Let him believe you were unconscious because of him…
"I was so worried!" Nygma admits, "I thought…" Suddenly he lifts me into his arms, cradling me there. "You were so still!"
Chima watches, outwardly expressionless, but I feel her amusement. Our self-proclaimed 'master' is pathetic. And gullible.
"I've worked you too hard, haven't I? Little wonder that you fainted…" He says, petting me like a puppy. "I was far too hasty in using the implant… Can you move yet?"
"I'll try to, Master," I stretch cautiously. It doesn’t feel like he's done any damage – not this time. But he would have…
Had I been human… And that is going to take some getting used to. I tense as realisation sets in.
I'm not human…
Neither of us is… Chima reassures me, Or perhaps we are simply MORE human than most of them?
Nygma sees my reaction and mistakenly assumes that I intended to sit up, and that I could not.
"No, lie still, I don’t want you to collapse, you might get hurt." He says firmly, "I’ll get some food sent up, some hot soup maybe?"
I nod, feigning grateful compliance. How are we going to get to Kal? And in time?
We will find a way, Chima reaches for me, soothing my distress, calming me. Of course she heard the voice too. The Other voice… the voice of the Other…
But how? That concerns me.
The Other has ordained that we intervene, it will have provided.
I don’t need to ask what she means, I already know: our kind evolved to serve the sentient universe, and it has just made its wishes known. When God tells you to jump, it's up to you to find a way to do it right…
"That's it, Chima, you make sure he's comfortable, I'll order some food sent up from the kitchens." Nygma strides across the room in a hurry, about as far from commanding as it's possible to imagine. Before he can touch it, the comm. link buzzes into life.
"Yes?" He says, sounding suddenly surprised. "Oh… Of course. I'll come right away…"
Returning, he kneels at my side. "I've been summoned to the Governor's residence…" His hands flutter over my chest. "I'll have to take you with me, both of you, you can eat something in the car on the way."
I can feel Chima's smugness as Nygma grabs a few items of clothing for both of us. He may enjoy seeing us buck naked, but apparently the Governor doesn’t.
"Edward…" The Thanagarian Governor nods a gracious greeting to our 'Master'. "Still having fun with your little pet?" He tilts his head, noticing Chima, "What's this? Another one? Breeding them are you?"
There is a burst of laughter from his toadies and allies around the room.
"I enjoy an occasional change," Nygma says casually. "A bit of variety spices things up, don’t you find?"
The room echoes to more laughter.
"Indeed," The Governor agrees. "Which is why I knew that you would enjoy seeing tonight's entertainment."
"The death of the Kryptonian?" Nygma nods. "Yes, I was expecting you to get around to that sometime soon."
"You know how it is…" The Thanagarian shrugs, "So many enemies, so little time?"
There is another round of laughter, rising to a crescendo as the condemned prisoner is dragged out, only to be dumped, bleeding, at the Governor's feet. The glow of Kryptonite is plain, even in the harsh lighting of the audience chamber.
Superman, Kal-EL, my friend… Seeing the beloved body so battered, I grind my teeth in fury. That they could do this to anyone is bad enough, but that they have done it to Kal, who is one of the kindest and most gentle souls I have ever met, that is sacrilege.
They are going to regret this… I vow it, waves of determination coursing through me.
Chima agrees. Her hand tightens on mine.
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