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Falling Apart	By : AsylumWritings Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 347 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman/DC Comics, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Home
- 2-Reconnection
- 3-Lost
- 4-Memories
- 5-Romanced
- 6-Encounters
- 7-Mine
- 8-Changes
- 9-Meeting
- 10-Hike
- 11-Danger
- 12-Tension
- 13-Scared
- 14-Forgiveness
- 15-End
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One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don’t. And it feels like someone’s cut you open with a jagged piece of glass. Maureen Medved, The Tracey Fragments
I sat on the couch, scrolling through entertainment news. I thought I’d managed to keep off the front pages of the tabloids, but then I saw it.
Are Gotham’s Most Eligible Billionaires Secretly Dating? The headline read in the Gotham Gazette.
I tapped on the link, opening up the article. There were photos of me and Bruce at the charity ball and the theatre, arms around each other. They’d even managed to catch a couple of us kissing during the intermission.
The article went on to talk about how I’d recently returned to Gotham, and how we’d been seen together at every event since I’d gotten back. It was surprisingly accurate, and not as sensationalised as I’d expected it to be.
As the clock ticked closer to seven, I changed into a light summer dress. I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen, because I was honestly expecting another message from Bruce saying that he couldn’t come.
At five past, there was a knock on the door. I walked over, taking a deep breath, then opened it. When I saw it was Bruce, I stepped back, letting him in.
He passed me, turning and sweeping me into a kiss against the door. I clung to his shirt, drawing him close against me. After a few moments, he pulled back.
“I’m sorry I cancelled on you last night.” He whispered. “I held off as long as I could, hoping someone else could deal with the situation.”
“It’s okay, Bruce.” I hesitated for a moment, looking into his eyes. “I just… need to know if this is something that’s going to happen regularly. I’m not asking you to drop everything for me, I know you’re very busy. I just want to be one of your priorities, that’s all.”
“You are, Eve. I promise you are. And I’ll do my best to make sure I spend time with you. But there’s a lot going on, and I can’t guarantee I’ll be able to keep every date we plan.” He let go, stepping back and giving me space. “If that doesn’t work for you, then I can leave.”
“All you had to do was tell me that.” I pressed my foot up against the door. “I can handle all of this, I just want to know what’s going on. Otherwise it feels like you’re keeping a lot of secrets, and I don’t want that.”
He nodded, tucking his hands into the pockets of his jeans. “You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know. Do you want me to go?”
Reaching out, I took his hand and pulled him back in. “You just got here, why would I make you leave?”
“I thought you might need some time.”
“No, I’ve had ten years.” I shook my head, lifting his hand to my cheek. “I don’t need any more time, I just need you.”
He placed his free hand on the other side of my face, leaning in to press his lips to mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him as close as I could. The kiss was slow this time, like we both knew we had all the time in the world. He swept his tongue over my bottom lip, sending fire along my nerves.
As I gasped, he moved to kiss my neck, along the line of my jaw. His arm slid around my waist, slowly pulling my dress up my legs. Every place he touched, or kissed, seemed to glow with warmth for a few moments.
“Bruce…” I breathed, pressing kisses to his cheek.
He gently pulled back, running his fingers through my hair. “You’ve always been the one who understood me, who talked me through everything. When you left, I thought maybe I’d screwed up.”
I hugged him tightly, holding back tears. “There’s nothing you could do or say that would make me leave you. It was a selfish decision.”
He kissed me, harder than before. Taking hold of the straps of my dress, he slid them off my shoulders. The dress was snug against my chest, which meant it didn’t fall. Taking his hand, I walked him towards my bedroom. As we stepped inside, he took hold of my waist and turned me around.
I nearly threw myself at him, unbuttoning his shirt as I kissed him so hard I could barely breathe. He inched the zip of my dress down, his hand sliding along my spine. The light fabric fell to the floor, leaving me in just my underwear. He reached back up to undo my bra, but I stopped him. Kissing him one more time, I yanked his shirt off and pushed him down onto the bed. I climbed onto his waist, hesitating when I saw several scars on his chest. There were so many, and some of them looked deep.
“What happened?” I asked, tracing one softly.
He grabbed me, rolling us over. “While I was travelling, I got into various extreme sports. I wasn’t careful enough, ended up getting hurt a few times.”
I propped myself up on my elbows, unhooking my bra as I kissed him. He ripped it off me, tossing it aside. Leaning down, he traced my nipple with his tongue. It was like a jolt of electricity shot through my body, making me gasp. I could almost feel his smile as he caressed my other breast with his hand. Moving lower, he kissed along my skin until he reached the top of my underwear.
He hooked his hands under my thighs, sliding the lace off. Before I could say anything, before I could even react, he ran his tongue over my clit. My hips shook, but he placed his hand on my stomach to hold me in place.
He toyed with me, touching me then stopping, over and over. I moaned, my body writhing underneath his touch. Every time I thought he would push me over the edge, he would stop and press a kiss to my thigh.
“Please, Bruce.” I begged, clutching at his hand.
He looked up at me with a smile, as he gently rubbed circles on my clit with his thumb. The heat was spreading up from his touch, and he knew it. He knew what his touch was doing to me, and that’s why he was teasing me.
Finally, he pressed a kiss to my thigh, then returned to gently flicking his tongue over my clit. It only took a few moments more, but suddenly the heat ripped through me almost painfully. It was immediately replaced with pleasure, and my back arched off the bed as a scream escaped me.
He moved back up my body, leaving kisses on my skin. I pulled him down, kissing him as I shakily undid his pants. He had them off in seconds, throwing them to the floor. I caught his hand, pressing my lips to his palm. He moaned quietly, running his thumb over my bottom lip. Then he plunged inside me, making me gasp.
He gently kissed my neck as he began to thrust, deeper and harder. I dug my nails into his back, smiling a little as he groaned and shuddered. There was always something sexy about discovering what a new partner likes, and it was even better with Bruce.
Pressing my lips to his shoulder, gently nipping his skin as I moved up to his neck. I made mental note of the places that made him shudder, even though it was hard to focus with the way he was filling me so perfectly. Every thrust seemed just perfect, and I never wanted it to end.
His breathing was getting ragged, and I could feel his body beginning to shake. I held him tighter, running my tongue along his jaw and gently biting his earlobe. Taking hold of my leg, he pulled it around him as his thrusts grew more erratic.
I kissed him over and over, until finally he shuddered against me, his body tensing as he tumbled over the edge. He took a deep breath, carefully pulling out of me.
As he lay back on the bed, looking at the ceiling, I sat up. I’d never noticed how blue his eyes were, like I could get lost in them. He’d clearly worked out a lot, because he was much stronger than the thin kid he used to be.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked, touching his chest.
He looked over at me with a smile. “Just how beautiful you are, and how much I missed you.”
“Aside from going and getting myself a glass of wine soon, I’m not planning on leaving.” I kissed him gently. “I’m back for good, I promise.”
Climbing out of bed, I pulled my underwear on, with his shirt over the top.
“Do you have to get dressed? I like seeing you naked.” He caught my arm as I passed, pulling me back to him.
“Do you remember when I was nineteen, and the press managed to get that shot of me walking around this apartment in my underwear from the next building over?” I climbed onto his waist. “I am so not taking that risk again.”
He kissed me deeply. “In that case, let me put my pants back on and I’ll join you.”
I almost skipped out of the bedroom, feeling really good. It wasn’t like I hadn’t had sex before, but the feeling I got when Bruce touched me was different, like I could feel it deep inside me.
As I poured the wine, I felt him come up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He rested his chin on my shoulder, watching.
“So you don’t mind if the press gets a photo of us in the apartment like this?” He asked, squeezing me gently.
“They’re already wondering if we’re together, it doesn’t really matter if they manage to get a photo.” I hesitated, turning to face him. “I just don’t want any more photos of me in my underwear out there.”
“I could go shut the blinds…”
I handed him a glass of wine. “Or… we go back into the bedroom, and then I’ll get undressed again for you.”
“I like that plan.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead.
Once we were back in the bedroom, I sat on the edge of the mattress, facing away from him. I slowly unbuttoned the shirt, letting it fall down my shoulders and onto the sheets.
“When did you get this?” He asked, sliding over and tracing the geometric tattoo on my lower back.
“Just after I got to England.” I shivered a little at his touch. “It’s a symbolic representation of the goddess Artemis.”
He brushed my hair aside, kissing the back of my neck as he sat with his legs either side of mine. Wrapping his arms around me, he whispered in my ear. “It suits you.”
I turned, pushing him down onto the bed and lying with my head on his shoulder. He played with my hair, gently twisting it around his fingers.
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