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Batman's Diary	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 6431 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Per usual disclaimers, I don't own the characters, but if I did I would make them do as I ask so I could watch in awe...

NC-17/PWP
Companion story to Diana's diary

Batman’s Sex Journal (de-crypted and translated for our reading pleasure).

November 10, 2003
(24 hours after the return from Kasnia)

She knows! How she determined my identity I have yet to determine with 100% certainty. My first priority will be to alter my protocols at the earliest opportunity to see if there is something I missed. Underestimating Diana was my first mistake – turns out that her brains match her beauty. She will be a formidable ally as a League teammate, or a brutal opponshoushould she ever turn rogue.

In retrospect my decision to travel to Paris was likely influenced by her attendance at the International Space Station gala. I knew she was going to be there ten seconds after she responded with an e-mail to their invitation. To pretend I don’t keep track of her whereabouts at every second of the day is folly. I have to keep my control of the obsession though as she would quit the League the next day if she knew I was stalking her like a love-struck teenager.

I could have tracked the Kasnians to the factory without first stopping by the reception and making an appearance as Bruce Wayne. I could have even ignored her entrance into the pavilion but that didn’t stop me either. Why did I dance with her? Solely out of lust? She was a vision in that black dress, I have to admit.

I’m in unfamiliar territory here and need to establish a plan of action before I interact with her as a teammate. I find myself second-guessing my actions regarding Diana for the past few months since the League was formed. For instance, when Vox knocked her into that barn, why did I sit and stare at her for five minutes without attempting to revive her? It would be even more naive to pretend I didn’t have visions of ravishing her in that barn – “Up for a Roll in the Hay, Princess?”

I worry that her presence is detrimentally affecting my performance as a League member. Even in the dungeon at the Kasnian Palace I wasn’t the Bat. Why did I sit and stare at her in her restraints for an hour before I called the Watchtower? Better question, why do I have a copy of the video of her in those same restraints and why have I pleasured myself to those images eight times in the past three days? A willingly immobilized Diana, wearing nothing but a smile, is a thought I cannot purge from my mind! Where is my control?

Each one of my actions involving her is suspect at best. I crashed the Batwing just to give her a few seconds of cover to get to the palace! She’s almost invulnerable and I trashed a $100 million dollar plane to prove what? Admittedly the Batwing had taken a hit but I’ve landed it with much more damage than that! Would I have done the same thing for any of my other League teammates other than Diany any answer is no.

I obsess about every encounter with her. When we fled the castle I was all business, getting Queen Audrey to safety was the first priority but why did Diana have to press those huge breasts of hers against me to protect against the blast? I only hope that Audrey didn’t notice my involuntary reaction to Diana’s presence but how could she have missed it? Audrey - “Why Batman, is that your utility belt or are you just happy to see me?!” Me - “It’s not the utility belt and I’m not happy to see you.”

The flight back from Kasnia was painful beyond words. Either Diana was too kind or too preoccupied to notice that my erection was acting like a rudder for the entire flight. If she hadn’t have made several mid-course corrections to counter the drag we would have ended up in Iceland. I should look into the Guinness Book of World Records to determine the “Longest lasting erection without the benefit of Viagra.” I’ve got at least a few hours on whoever’s got their name on that one.

November 17, 2003
A strategy of avoidance is my best policy at the moment. Since I’m not a full-time League member I’ve always had the option to come and go as I please. I’ll adjust my schedule of arrivals and departures to avoid any chance encounters with the Amazon. What other choice do I have?

November 24, 2003
There has been some improvement in my condition this week. The injections of anti-phermones seem to counter the effects of the Amazon on my sexual habits. I’ve reduced my fantasy/masturbation count from five times per day to a more manageable two per day. Alfred has been complaining about the lack of hot water in the Manor but it’s a small price to pay. If I can just bring myself to throw away my “Diana in Bondage” DVD then I’ll return to my League duties next week.

December 1, 2003
My improvements this week made me arrogant enough to ask Diana to spar upon arrival at the Watchtower. Sheer, unadulterated arrogance! I thought it would be a great exercise in self-control to be alone with her but now I’ll have to evaluate whether the little head has been doing the thinking for the big head these last few weeks.

The sparring itself was very rewarding in terms of the fighting experience. We’re pretty evenly matched without her meta-powers and my utility belt. She’s one of the best technical fighters I’ve ever gone up against but there is only one weapon to counter-act my weight advantage and that is speed, and in that department we are too evenly matched for her to win without a technical advantage. I don’t think Diana is used to losing a fight. She seemed to take my winning the match somewhat personally. After my last throw, everything was a blur. I turned to mark down my point on the scoreboard but before I knew what hit me, she’d shredded my costume right off my back (she did leave my shorts on) then threw me on the mat and pounced on me. I thought she wanted to demonstrate her Amazonian superiority but my thoughts are now confused as she started licking the sweat off my body. To the victor go the spoils? In all of my studies of her culture, I never read about this particular ritual. (Note to self: study more Greek mythology and Amazonian culture to see if there is a connection.)

I was initially shocked by her actions however my little brain quickly overruled whatever protests my big head might have vocalized and told me to shut the hell up. While my obsession the past few weeks was centered on the submissive Diana, the dominatrix, sweat-licking Diana is my new favorite. There seemed to be some interest on her part to continue the exploration further south but I was so into the experience that I thought it might be over before either one of us could truly enjoy it. (“Hey there, young lass, seems like you have a gusher on your hands!”) I terminated her exploration right there before I made a complete ass of myself. I tried to explain my actions however she ran out of the room in a cold fury. I’ll try and make it up to her somehow but I’m going to have to figure out a way to relax around her or I’m going to go off half-cocked. (Note to self: Remember the rule from “There’s something about Mary” – Never, ever go on a date with a loaded gun! Clean the pipes first!).

December 8, 2003
Monitor Duty with benefits! Unloaded the gun at the Batcave, then took the shuttle to the Watchtower. I didn’t see Diana before I took over the Duty chair from Flash then a half an hour later Diana she was nice enough to bring me an Iced Mocha. I thought I would try and play down the sparring incident to ease the tension so I made a statement about her preferring other kinds of drinks but it came out all wrong. Next thing I knew she was giving me an icy cold glare and she said “I’d bottle the Bat-Sweat if I could, but it doesn’t appear to get the job done.”

Get the job done? Are you fucking kidding me? Who says I can’t get the job done? I looked at her for a second and assumed that she was challenging my manhood. I was about to reply but I could tell by the flush of her cheeks and her breathing that she was getting a little hot under the hood. I debating how best to deal with the insult when she followed up the stare with this bitchy little challenge and asked me if I had a problem. Do I have a problem? Hell yes I have a problem. He’s about seven inches long and makes all my decisions for me when I’m around you so YES I HAVE A PROBLEM!

I threw her down in the Monitoring Chair then started kissing her all over. I was worried tshe she might throw me out the Observation window but she responded in kind. I kissed her lips, neck, earlobes, cleavage, anything that wasn’t covered I kissed. God, her skin tasted so good that it was like tasting a cold beer after being in the desert for two months. After all those weeks of waiting I probably could have done a better job with the foreplay but sometimes a man just has to do what a man has to do so I took her…hard. I had her clothes off (okay, I left the boots on) in a few seconds and she was so wet I was shocked she hadn’t slid off the chair already.

I’m not sure what we did in that chair can be called lovemaking as it was more like two animals in heat. At the very least, it was the best sport-fuck I’ve ever had. That’s right, when fucking becomes a sport. I can confirm that in this sport, she she’s still the Champion of the Amazons and I’m pretty sure I represented the boys from Gotham pretty well. A re-match may be in order.

We were both recovering our breath from the encounter when the alarms started going off, signaling a breakout from Arkham. As much as I would have loved to fool around with Diana one more time in that chair, I had to dash back to Gotham and catch the Riddler and Scarecrow. I didn’t know what to say to Diana when I left so I stayed silent. “Thanks for the sex, gotta go?” (Note to self: work on exit lines in the future – all contingencies must be accounted for.)

Given that the Riddler and Scarecrow had interrupted the most pleasurable moment of my life, I might have touched them up a little extra (okay, Riddler has four broken ribs) before I took them back to the Asylum. Diana called me and asked if I was coming back to the Watchtower but I wanted to make sure the holding cells were repaired before I came back. I told her I was busy and her tone in reply indicated I didn’t have to worry about a reunion tour for Mr. Happy anytime soon. I was disappointed but it didn’t make a lot of sense to head back to the Watchtowence nce the electronic monitoring system at Arkham had to be re-wired.

December 11, 2003
The rebuilding and re-wiring of Arkham continues to take my free time. I don’t want to have my sport-fucking interrupted by a breakout from Arkham again so I went thru the building plans two more times to see if there was anything I missed. Hopefully it will be the last time it ever happens.

December 18, 2003
The work on Arkham is finally finished! I probably should have sent Diana some flowers or something romantic but I didn’t want to subject either of us to Flash’s taunting so I elected to do nothing. I picked up the phone twenty-two times to discuss our little adventure but chickened out everytime and hung up. What’s the etiquette on calling a teammate and asking for a date after you’ve already done it in the boss’s chair? Besides, I’ve noticed that not calling afterwards for a few days tends to increase a woman’s desire, lest they think you’re a needy weakling by calling a day or two after the deed.

Diana was in the Monitoring chair when I got there. Her greeting was cool and I would have tried to seduce her on the spot but then I remembered that I had traveled to the Watchtower without unloading the gun in the first place. Idiot! Gave myself some time to clean the pipes (I didn’t tell her that I had a DVD of our little session in the Monitoring Chair) then I met her in the gym a few minutes later. She was surprisingly eager to begin the match but I didn’t realize her intention was to play tonsil hockey with Mr. Happy until the game was underway.

I was pretty surprised at the vigor with which Diana tried to devour my cock. I would never have guessed that a woman removed from men for a thousand years would have taken to oral sex quite so enthusiastically but she never ce to to surprise me. Most of the girls from Gotham never seemed to figure it out until WAY past college but for her it was like introducing a bee to a flower. Sometimes her enthusiasm got the best of her and she tried using the teeth a bit too much but overall it was fantastic.

The pearl necklace finish was a welcome surprise. I was debating as to how/where I was going to finish (Is there a good way to ask an Amazon princess if you can come in her mouth?) but she took control and finished me off all over her tits. An Amazon Princess who likes the money shot – who would have known?

s eas eagerly anticipating returning the favor of oral pleasure to Diana. As much as I like getting blown, sometimes it is even more of a turn-on to give rather than to receive. Sex can be like Christmas that way…

Burying my head between those thighs was staggering in terms of both pleasure (for her) and pain (for me). I knew Diana was strong but there were times when she wrapped her legs around my head that I thought she was going to crush my skull like a watermelon with a sledgehammer.

Despite the headaches, having Diana’s entire being at the mercy of my tongue was exhilarating! I had never seen such response from a woman then I reminded myself that Diana is an Amazon. She and the rest of woman-kind may be sisters, but in reality they’re more like second cousins than anything.

December 25, 2003
Completed my sweep of Gotham on Christmas Eve at 5 a.m. then took the shuttle up to the Watchtower. I slipped into bed naked next to Diana and was rewarded with a warm bed and a willing princess. After we made love (we’ve moved on from our sport-fucking phase) we exchanged gifts. Diana had been making a lot of comments about masturbation so I got her a Magic Wand from one of those internet sex-toy shops that’s been spamming me for a decade without success. They threw in the peanut oil as a bonus gift which is a great excuse to give that Amazonian body a rubdown every few days. She seems more sexually obsessed than yours truly as her gift to me was the Book of Kama Sutra. I flipped thru the pages and didn’t find my latest fantasy, which involves the hanging basket trick and a certain lasso, but whatever adventures Diana wants to undertake behind closed doors, I know that I am the luckiest man on the planet (or in orbit at the moment.) I look forward to the New Year with great anticipation.
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