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The Vote	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 14011 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Vote:

Author’s Note:

In the episode “Wake the Dead”, Shayera Hol, aka Hawkgirl, returns from self-imposed exile as a guest of Dr. Fate to help the Justice League defeat a revived Solomon Grundy. During the episode, its revealed that her six original teammates in the Justice League had voted to retain her in the League. Superman, Martian Manhunter and Flash voted to keep her in the League while Batman and Wonder Woman voted to have her removed.

This story is totally porn without purpose and is set immediately after the ending of Starcrossed. Here’s my take on their rationale for voting that way and the resulting benefits for Batman.

Don't review the story with comments about them being out of character! Of course they're out of character, that's why we write the stories!

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The sun was starting to set on Wayne Manor. Despite being bathed in sunlight, there was an undeniable tension radiating through the estate. For the majority of the afternoon, six Justice Leaguers debated the fate of their winged teammate without resolution before Batman pointed out that they were arguing in circles. While Batman had never officially committed himself to being a full-time member of the League, his presence commanded the unofficial proceeding, especially since it was being held at his house.

“It’s time to vote.” Batman intoned, looking across the table at John Stewart, the Green Lantern. Four years before, the former Marine Gunnery Sargeant traded the Marine Corps for the Green Lantern Corps. His current status as the Green Lantern of Sector 2814 was in doubt however. His power ring was useless, shattered from a strike delivered by Hro Talek, Commander of the invading Thanagarian Army. The ring was shattered by an energy blade, a composite of Nth metal and an electrical field. Somehow the blade managed to cleave arguably the most powerful weapon in the Universe into two pieces. While the ring had borne the blunt of the assault, four bones in John’s hand were broken along with a compound fracture in the ulna bone of his forearm.

Batman surveyed his teammate for a moment longer, taking a mental note to have Dr. Leslie Tompkins review Alfred’s handiwork (now set in a sling over Stewart’s shoulder) before John left the Manor. Filing that thought for later, Batman settled his gaze on his teammate one more time.

“John, how do you vote?”

John Stewart’s gaze was steady however his voice choked with emotion as he considered his response.

“You are all aware that Shayera and I had developed an…intimate relationship during the last six weeks,” he stated calmly. “Given that we have an even number of members to vote, I think it’s best that I abstain.”

“Fair enough.” Batman replied, then swung his gaze to his left where Diana was seated adjacent to John Stewart. “Diana?”

“I still think she betrayed us,” Diana seethed. “I don’t see how we can keep her in the League if we can’t trust her. I want her out.”

Superman’s head slowly swiveled to his left as he considered the Amazon Princess’ vote. He pursed his lips to speak, then paused again, considering the gravity of the vote. “When Darkseid brainwashed me three years ago into thinking I was his son, I did more damage to my reputation in two days as an invader than I did in five years as a superhero. Kara…Supergirl…saved me, even though I almost got her killed in the process. She gave me a second chance when no one else would… not even you, Bruce.” Clark quickly glanced over at his teammate, remembering the Batman had supplied the Army with the kryptonite used to capture him.

“I got a second chance on Earth and I think Shayera deserves the same. She stays.” Superman concluded.

Batman considered the validity of both arguments before him for a moment as the eyes of his teammates settled upon him. “I understand the desire for second chances but she almost got us all killed. I still can’t determine how she determined my identity and the location of the Cave.”

“You figured out Supes and my identity pretty quick,” Flash retorted. “Besides, you keep plenty of secrets from us. What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that I’m not invulnerable nor can I escape from a confrontation at lightspeed.” Batman replied with a growl. “The Manor is a wreck because they tracked her here. Even worse, she revealed the worst kind of secrets: our weaknesses. The Thanagarians took us down like we were a bunch of amateurs. If Diana hadn’t engineered our escape, the Earth would be a worm-hole in space. I can’t forgive that so easily. I say she goes.”

J’onn J’onnz maintained his usual stoic Martian façade but he revealed an inner turmoil when he reiterated his position. “She’s a pariah among her people and among us. We are all that she has left. Months ago she and I talked about the fact that almost all of us are orphans or exiles in one form or another. She needs us now more than ever. She stays.”

“That makes it two votes for and two votes against,” Batman stated. “Flash, its up to you.”

“Sorry Bats, Princess,” Flash grimaced, “She stays.”

“Well, that’s it then.” Batman concluded with a glance around the table. “She stays.” He pushed his chair back from the table then punched an intercom button against the wall. “Aflred, can you ask Shayera to come in. We’ve cast our votes.”

“Certainly, Master Bruce,” a metallic voice chirped back over the loudspeaker. “We’re just finishing our tea.”

The door swung open a minute later and Shayera entered the room. Clad in jeans and a beige t-shirt, she looked more like an angelic college student than the fierce warrior they all knew.

“Before you begin, I have some things I would like to say.” Shayera stated calmly. “I came to this planet as a patriot. I had a mission and I carried it out. What I couldn’t know was that I would come to care for the Earth and her people. That I would come to care for you. I’ve spent the last five years torn between my feelings and my duty. I won’t ask for you to do the same. Therefore, I’m resigning from the Justice League, effectively immediately.”

Her teammates were momentarily stunned. No one offered up a response as they digested her message. She let out a quick breath then turned to go. Flash surprised her by intercepting her. Tenderly, he placed his hands around her shoulders and hugged her. Grateful, she slipped into her friend’s embrace then retreated from the Manor.

Flash hung his head in disbelief as he watched John Stewart pursue Shayera out of the Manor. “I can’t believe she resigned.”

“That was… commendable.” Batman replied, searching for the right words. “She put herself in our shoes and asked what the best thing was for the League. The door will be open for her when she’s ready.”

Superman started to interrupt the conversation as twilight settled in over the Manor. Munching on a huge bite taken from one of the sandwiches Alfred had piled onto the dining room table, he washed down the remaining bites with a swig of water before starting again. “I’ve got to head back to Metropolis before Lois starts looking for Clark Kent. Should we plan on meeting again in a few days?”

“I’ll contact you with a time. It will definitely be after dark though. I don’t want my neighbors getting any more suspicious than they already are,” Batman replied, “Why don’t you find John before you leave? He could probably use a lift back to Detroit now that his ring’s broken.”

“Good idea.” Superman replied over his shoulder as he walked out the door, then hesitated. “Where’s everyone else staying tonight?”

“Wally still has a house in Central City, I’m assuming?” Batman asked, concentrating his gaze on the speedster, who nodded in affirmative. “I’ll put J’onn and Diana up here at the Manor until we can some up with a more permanent solution.”

“Fine. Let me know when you want to meet,” Superman replied. “We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us. Flash, you coming?”

“Right behind you big guy.” Flash replied glumly, then set off behind his teammate to the east.

Diana and J’onn turned back to face their host after they watched the silhouettes of their teammates disappear over the horizon.

“May I borrow the services of your computer?” J’onn inquired, facing his host. “I have some design schematics from the Thanagarian spaceships which might come in handy in the future.”

“Let me escort you down to the Cave.” Batman replied, turning to walk his teammate down the hallway towards the hole the Thanagarians had burned into the Cave entrance. “There’s a set of passwords to log into the computer.”

“No need,” J’onn replied, then his eyes glowed for a moment as he processed the information from Batman’s mind via telepathic link, “I’ve got everything I require.”

“If you are going to be staying in my house, I would prefer that you stayed out of my head, be it for a pass-code or anything else for that matter.” Batman seethed at the Martian.

“Apologies.” J’onn muttered, a frown appearing on his face. The Martian phased through the walls a moment later, heading down towards the Cave, leaving Diana and Batman alone for the first time since they’d dissected the Gordanian in the Watchtower three days before. They stared at each other uncomfortably for a moment before Diana interrupted the silence.

“Thanks for voting with me,” she started, a frown etched on her face. “I was beginning to think that I was the only one who wanted her expelled from the team.”

“I wasn’t voting with you,” he chided, “I was voting against her.”

Diana rolled her eyes with exasperation at his reticence. “Reasons aside, I still appreciate that you were willing to make a hard choice. It wasn’t easy.”

“No, easy is not the word that comes to mind.” He replied with a sigh. “With the exception of allowing Dick to become Nightwing, I think that’s the hardest choice I’ve ever had to make.”

A flood of realization came over her face as he settled back into the chair next to her. “You didn’t vote against her because of… me, did you?” she asked with concern.

“The fact that we fuck on our own time had nothing to do with my decision.” He replied calmly, internally debating whether to settle his hand over hers before placing it a few inches away. “Besides, its not like we’re in a relationship like John and Shayera.”

Diana’s eyes narrowed with anger as he finished. “Hera forbid that the Dark Knight choose to have a ‘relationship like John and Shayera’,” she parroted angrily.

“I didn’t mean it like that!” he replied, “I just want you to understand that just because you and I like to fuck each other, it doesn’t mean I’m always going to agree with you on matters of the League. Those are two independent ideas that are not related.”

“Whether you like it or not, our ‘relationship’, or whatever you call it, has complicated the League.” Diana replied, a trace of her royal upbringing evident in her voice. “You can’t pretend that it doesn’t matter.”

“If it does matter, why were you so embarrassed at the Tandori restaurant?” he asked with a light grin to let her know that he was teasing. “It’s not like we haven’t kissed before.”

“That was in public.” She replied with a wrinkle in her nose. “I thought you’d get upset if anyone found out we were…”she paused, searching for the right words to define their evolving relationship, “…friends with benefits.”

“I like that description.” He replied with a grin. “Speaking of those benefits, would you like for me to show you to your room?”

“Batman, you are such a thoughtful host,” she said with mock innocence, “Which room did you have in mind?”

“The closest one to where we are sitting right now, if that’s all right with you.” He replied lustily.

“That sounds delicious.” She replied, smartly dragging her tongue across her lips as she mouthed the words. Looking at him, she was already feeling the tingle of heat working its way to her loins. “Then again, I haven’t properly punished you for blowing up my room on the Watchtower. I wonder if that was that part of your motivation for dropping it on the worm-hole generator.”

“I’m sorry?” he asked with amusement.

“I’m serious.” She replied petulantly. “I think you blew up the Watchtower so that you could have an excuse to move me into the Manor. How permanent were you thinking this is going to be?”

“Diana, as much as I enjoy fucking you, even you have to admit that is pretty drastic, even for me.”

“So were you thinking about me when you were making your suicide run?” she asked, a trace of seriousness evident in her expression.

“Of course I was,” he soothed. “But at least I would have died a happy man.”

“Why would you have been happy blowing yourself up on the Watchtower?” she asked suspiciously.

“Because I would have died knowing that I had slept with the most stunning woman on the planet just 24 hours prior to my death.” He replied smugly.

“I don’t know whether to kiss you for saying that or slap you for trying to kill yourself,” she replied with a frown, “so I guess I am going to have to split the difference and fuck you instead.”

The two of them quickly rose out of their chairs and made their way to the staircase, passing Alfred walking into the kitchen. “How many seats for dinner, Master Bruce?”

“Three, I believe.” Batman responded. “I’m going to give Diana a tour of the Manor. We may be awhile.”

“Very well, Sir.” The Butler replied, then passed thru the doorway.

Bruce and Diana turned back to the staircase. She was a half step ahead of him and swayed her hips saucily as she took to the stairs. Four steps from the landing, she jumped in surprise when he lightly grabbed her rear. “Turn right.” He whispered into her ear.

They reached the top of the staircase at a dead run then turned right, entering his bedroom. This was the first time they’d attempted an assignation in the Manor and Diana’s face was flushed with excitement as they entered his room. She turned around to face him as he closed the door behind him, then jumped into his embrace, wrapping her legs around his waist as her mouth hungrily sought out his own, arms tightly around his shoulders to maximize the contact between their bodies.

She hung there for a minute, suspended around his waist for a moment, then began to shift uncomfortably as the points jutting upwards from the utility belt were probing into certain sensitive parts of her backside which hadn’t been probed before.

Diana slipped her tongue over his teeth and lips, nipping at his own lightly when it snaked into her mouth. “Not that I’m not intrigued by the idea and all, but, do you think that you can pull your gadgets out of my ass until I can take off my uniform?” She teased.

Batman blinked in surprise at her revelation. “I didn’t realize that you were into ass-play.” He noted, a slow grin spreading over his face as he said the words.

“Surprised that a Princess would consider the idea?” she reproached him, gently squeezing him with her legs still wrapped around his waist.

“Ooooofff,” Was all he could manage in reply as the air was slowly forced out of his lungs.

“Maybe I’m more adventurous than you previously believed.” She whispered deviously, then eased up the pressure on his thoracic cage.

“Let’s find out.” He whispered hoarsely, then walked over to the bed, bending at the waist to ease her onto her back. She kept her legs wrapped tightly around his butt however, and could feel the increasing bulge of his prick straining against the nomex-kevlar weave.

She reached up and peeled off his gauntled gloves, throwing them over her head with a flourish. He peeled off the cape and was about to remove the cowl when she shook her head. "Uh-Uh. I want Batman to fuck me tonight.”

The boots, utility belt, pants and uniform came off within seconds as she released her grip on him long enough to allow him to perform the task of removing those items.

“What next?” he asked, his face contorted with desire.

“My breastplate, bodice and panties.” She said playfully, but there was a touch of dominatrix in her voice tonight which was new and exciting to his senses. “Leave my boots on.”

His fingers deftly unsecured the releases on her bodice and breastplate. She twisted and turned lightly to help him with the task, but each time returned to her previous position on her back. His fingers curled beneath the star-spangled panties (which were thicker than most civilians would have believed) then scooted them over her hips, revealing a dark, neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair once he moved them past her pussy. He tossed her panties quickly onto the chair in the corner then stood over her again, waiting for her next command.

“Lick me.” She whispered huskily, smiling greedily at his engorged member. “I’ll take care of him later.”

Diana lifted her legs up until they were vertical from the bed then positioned her ankles over his shoulders. His face was still encumbered by the cowl but he did his best boot-licking submissive that he could manage, alternately holding up one leg while his free hand kneaded her now rock-hard nipples. He started at the tips of her toes and ran his tongue over the leather for a few moments, then started to slide down towards her calves. He met flesh just under the knee and he swirled his tongue lightly over the back of each of her knees, drawing an inward shiver of pleasure from the Princess below him. Her pussy was wet with desire and he could see the process of her engorgement was almost complete.

Dropping onto his knees, he positioned her own knees over his shoulders, wrapping each arm over the top of her thighs in order to gain leverage. His exploration continued south, grazing the insides of her thighs with the tips of his teeth and tongue before he couldn’t stand it any longer and plunged his mouth onto her cunt. She drew in a sharp breath of pleasure as his tongue deftly parted the outer labia, then shrieked with pleasure as he ran his now flattened tongue all the way down her furrow. He continued the round-robin swirl for the new few minutes, feeling the pressure and intensity of her body grow taut beneath him, then he decided to surprise her.

He gently worked his middle finger into her pussy, gently stroking the inside walls of her cunt to work her g-spot, then once he’d judged that his finger was well lubricated, deftly withdrew the now dripping finger then returned it into her anus a moment later. Diana’s eyes widened in shock and delight underneath him as her body squirmed to accept the foreign sensation of his finger up her ass.

His eyes asked a question but she quickly shook her head as rivulets of sweat started appearing on her brow. “Don’t stop, whatever you do.”

“Whatever you say, Princess.” He growled, letting her know by his tone that he intended to take over the role of the aggressor. She threw her head back in submission as he worked his middle finger up her ass then she moaned a second later as he pushed his thumb into her cunt. “Its just like a six-pack.” He whispered, his face lustily showing his determination to maintain the advantage.

His right hand was fully occupied probing her ass and her pussy so he used the thumb of his left hand to lightly stroke her clit, now pulsating under the hood of her snatch. Careful not to numb it with too much attention, he alternated lightly pinching her nipples between his thumb and forefinger with strokes of her clit, all the while pistoning his right thumb and middle finger in and out of her pussy and anus.

“Do you want me?” he asked huskily.

“Please.” She murmured, knowing that he liked her to submit to him and knowing that even more importantly, she liked to submit to him. “Please fuck me.”

He withdrew his fingers from inside her then rolled her over onto her stomach. He lightly pushed her farther up onto the edge of the bed then laid on top of her, breathing heavily into her ear as the excitement of the moment almost overwhelmed him. His positioned his legs around hers then she felt his hardness exploring the juncture of her ass and pussy. Batman kept his hand on his cock and teased her with the tip, lubricating it with the juices slicked on her outer labia before retreating slightly. He eased the tip down to her anus, teasing her while lubricating her, careful not to pressure the entrance of her anus with the tip, opting instead to tease her by building up the tension. He kept repeating this same motion, wetting his cock on her outer labia then probing her ass.

Diana’s body went rigid a moment later as she tried to decide whether or not to let him continue with his intended plan. ‘Can I take him up my ass?’ she wondered, then groaned with pleasure as he slapped the tip of his cock against her clit then tensed again as he worked his thumb up her ass again.

“Relax, Princess!” he commanded, slowly pumping his hips as he worked his cock into her snatch while gently dilating her anus.

“Bruce, do me a favor, fuck me for a few minutes and then I’ll let you finish in my ass, okay?” she whispered.

“Do you think you’re in a position to demand anything, Princess?” he growled, reaching around her hips at the same time to renew stroking her clit with his free hand, leaning against her to keep balance as his hands were now occupied. “I can do anything I want to you now, isn’t that right?”

Diana thought about protesting for a moment then realized that she wanted him, no, she needed him in her ass. “You’re right.” She huffed. “Do it.”

She felt him withdraw from her cunt a moment later then felt a quick stab of pressure in her anus as the tip of his cock probed her opening. She reached her right hand between her thighs and began stroking her clit, timing the flicks of her fingers on her clit with the strokes of his hips as he began working himself up her ass. The sensations with juxtaposed as she felt herself relax as her body dilated to accept the pressure of his cock inside of her. He didn’t force himself inside of her but gently worked his cock into her as her body accepted his fullness until he was all of the way inside of her. Her body tensed up for a moment as the pressure built up again but it wasn’t painful as she’d expected. Instead, it felt very, very right, like it belonged there. She was almost mad at herself for not suggesting the idea before then realized she enjoyed it because it was Batman that was fucking her in the ass.

“Gods that feels great, Bruce.” She whispered in between his hot breaths as he buried his mouth into her neck a second time. He slowly started pumping his hips, careful to ease himself back and forth with short strokes until her body accepted the sensation. He was amazed a moment later when she started rocking back into him, demanding more of him with each stroke. His sneaked his own hand around her hips, nudging her fingers out of the way so that he could control her pleasure. Batman licked her cunt-smelling fingers off one by one then returned her hand over her head so that she could tear the pillow into shreds.

‘Jesus Christ!’ he thought, looking down on her back as he pumped his hips with more intent. ‘I can’t believe how much she likes it.’ The thought turned him on that much more as her cries of pleasure fueled him to new heights. He felt the first bulge of pressure in his prostate then his testicles tightened, signifying the first sign of his impending orgasm. He debated trying to hold off his ejaculation for a few more minutes then realized that Diana would probably appreciate a sprint more than a marathon the first time out. Seconds later he groaned then he felt his prick swell up even larger as he emptied himself into her with five long thrusts, accompanied by a series of deep grunts. Below him, Diana cried in triumph as she felt him swelling inside of her, pumping her full of his pleasure.

Panting into her hair, he pulled her hair back so that he could get a better look at her face, now red and flushed with sweat. He nuzzled her lightly as the last of his ejaculate unloaded from his body with a quiet shudder. His hardened prick began to recede almost immediately to its normal size. Bruce thought about withdrawing but Diana surprised him again by clenching the muscles of her ass to keep him inside of her for a moment longer. “Wait” she whispered, then happily kept him there until he had fully receded. He kissed her once lightly then withdrew from her, retreating from the bathroom to give his member a quick cleaning. He removed the cowl from his head and hung it on the corner of the door as he passed.

Watching him exit the room, Diana rolled over onto her back, softly laughing at the pool of sweat that had built up where she’d just lain on the bed. Bruce emerged from the bathroom a moment later, a look of concern evident on his face.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

“That was certainly different.” She replied.

“Different good?” he asked hopefully.

“Yes, different good.” She answered with a smile. “I liked it so much more than I expected that it surprised me. I think I actually came when you did.”

“You came?” he asked incredulously.

“Its not the same as you fucking my pussy.” She replied truthfully. “But nevertheless I came.”

“I’m glad you liked it.” He observed, sheepishly rubbing his head as he sat down on the couch next to her.

“Bruce, I didn’t say I liked it. I loved it.” Diana replied. “It was the most erotic thing that you have ever done to me and if you ever do it to anyone else I’ll leave you gift-wrapped on the front door of the Injustice Gang.”

“I’m glad I voted out Hawkgirl,” Bruce replied with a grin. “I just didn’t expect this to be my reward!”

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