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Batman: Scars
By : vittoria
Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman
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4 years from now….

“Make yourself at home babe,” Tim Drake told Cassandra Sandsmark after they had entered the main foyer of Wayne Manor. Both 20 year olds had just arrived home for the weekend to take a break from their University studies.

“Where’s Alfred?” she asked looking around the huge foyee.
“It’s Friday night,” he said, “He has the night off. He’s probably out.”
“So that means that we’re all alone,” she said sliding her arms around his neck and kissing him, “You know what that means?”
“The kitchen’s all mine and I can make Nachos,” Tim grinned.
“Not exactly…what I meant,” she said nuzzling his nose.
“Oh?” Tim asked.
“It means uninterrupted hot sex on the couch,” she said in a hot sultry whisper.

“My God you’re insatiable,” he said kissing her.
“What do you expect with you at Harvard and me at Vassar?”
“You know it’s not as if you can’t come visit.”
“What and interrupt the heavy intellectual discussion you have about Quantum physics with your house mates?” she asked pulling away.
“Come on Cass,” Tim said blushing slightly, “I’m not that bad.”
“Wanna bet?” she replied hands on hips, “What DVD’s did you rent?”
“I…I,” Tim stammered.
“Come on, out with it,” Cassie insisted.
“Star Trek, Dune, 2001,” he said.
“See I knew it!” Cassie exclaimed, “Science fiction.”
“Well I couldn’t stand another estrogen chick flick. With girls wondering what boyfriend to choose or what shoes to wear. My God the whole thing makes chemistry like Childs play!”
“I didn’t know that you had watched that many of my DVD’s!”
“Are you kidding? That’s all that runs in the dorms when the girls are there. That and soaps,” Tim said, “I’m now a fricken’ expert! I can actually understand what the girls in my dorm are babbling about.”
“See there’s a benefit right there.”
“Come on,” Tim laughed, “Let’s get this stuff put away.”

Tim and Cassie put their bags away in Tim’s room. And then went to the kitchen to fix dinner. Tim opened the first of the two huge stainless steel fridges and began to take out the ingredients to make the Nachos.

“Damn!” he swore.
“What’s up?” Cassie asked.
“I can’t believe it!” he exclaimed.
“There’s no cheese sauce!”
“Oh,” Cassie said disappointed, “I was really looking forwards to having some. I guess that we can eat something else.”
“No,” Tim said closing the fridge and turning to face her, “I promised that I would make them for you. And you know that I keep my promises.”
“I can go to the store and pick it up. I’ll be back here in five minutes top.”
“No,” Tim said placing a hand on her shoulder, “You’re my guest. I want you to chill and relax. There’s a grocery story just across the bridge. I’ll be back before you know it. There’s munchies in the bottom counter by the fridge. Help yourself.”

And with that, he gave her a quick peck on the lips and was gone. Cassie sighed and walked over the sliding doors, and took a look out onto the large expansive property. This semester at Vassar had been absolutely brutal. With all the tests and the term papers that she had to do. Cassie had had barely anytime to breath, much less indulge any sort of rest and relaxation.

Now she could do with some time off and a chance to let off steam. She thought idly back to the conversation that she had just had with Tim about sex on the couch. She had not been completely joking. She was partly serious.

She could really use with the release of some sexual tension via a good and proper shag. The problem was she knew that Tim was not the one to give it to her. She knew that he was a geek at heart. More comfortable around computers and scientific text books than people. Tim had told her that he had only been with one girl…once the late Stephanie ‘Spoiler’ Brown. In fact Tim had been determined to save himself for marriage. Until Cassie coaxed him to take it to the ‘next’ level. Not that he did not treat her well. He was a gentleman. But she wished that he was more adventurous and aggressive in the bedroom. Like Connor Kent the late Superboy, who really knew how to make her unwind.

Connor used to spend at least half an hour eating her out before engaging in full intercourse. She remembered the time he had taken her to Tahiti just so that he could make love to her on the beach. She remembered the time when she had casually mentioned how attractive she found a certain hot young guy she had seen at a club checking her out. Later the next night at Connor’s hotel room they had ordered pizza for dinner.

There was knock at the door and when Cassie opened the door she found the guy from the club he was holding a box of pizza and smiling. He said his name was Jake. Connor came over to them grinning like a Cheshire Cat and told her that he had invited Jake over to have eat dinner with them.

Jake had eaten alright.

Both the pizza and her. Connor and Jake had taken turns going down on her for two hours straight before she allowed them to have sex with her.

It was a night which Cassie had not soon forgotten. She and Connor had also had similar adventures, right up until he had died. But Cassie had not had similar experiences with Tim. Tim wasn’t a good lover or quite as adventurous. He insisted on having sex with the lights off and insisted only on the missionary position. It had been an entire year before she would even venture in cunnilingus, and she was the one who had taught him how to do it. Cassie had often had to get herself off after Tim had fallen asleep. She had not had an orgasm via intercourse since Connor had died.

She shook her head to clear the thought and was about to walk over to the kitchen table to pick up the remote control to activate the tv, when she caught something that made her stop. But she was distinctly aware of the steady thrum of something being hit.

Slowly she made her out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the sound. She came to a large wooden door, which she knew behind it held the manor gym. The door was slightly ajar and she found Bruce Wayne stripped to the waist wearing nothing but a pair of sweat pants. He was alternately hitting a huge punching bag with his bare hands and then his bare feet. The blows were so vicious and savage that it made Cassie wince, but she could not help but remain fascinated.

He was so beautiful, she thought, like a predatory animal. No wonder her sister Diana liked him.

Despite dating Tim for several years she found that she really did not know Batman or Bruce Wayne very well. He was normally aloof and not friendly to her when she came by. She didn’t think that they had ever sat down to dinner ever, unless you counted one of the inter-team socials. But even though they had sat at the same table. They had not really dined together. Batman had merely sat at the head of the table talking with one of the other team heavy hitters. He never spoke to her.

Bruce stopped to catch his breath, his breathing hard and laboured his body covered in a sheen of sweat. He regarded the punching bag unsure as to what to make of it. He must have sensed that he was being watched, Because he turned his head to look in her direction. Cassie made a move to withdraw. But he had seen her first.

“Cassie?” he asked.
Cassie pulled the door open further and he saw her.
“Uh hi Bruce,” she said shyly.
“I had no idea that you and Tim were home.”
“Uh yeah. Tim went to the grocery store to pick up the some cheese. You were out.”
“Tim’s the only one who eats junk food. If he had told Alfred he was coming he would have stocked up.”
“It was a spur of the moment thing. Tim thought it would be nice to get together for the weekend, before mid terms began.”

She walked closer inside the room and over to him.

He was well built almost like pro body builder but without any of the stiff bulky movement. With a massive chest and cobblestone abs. His sweat pants, the type you laced up at the front hung low giving her a spectacular view of his flanks. His jet black hair was cut short, his face was broad and ruggedly handsome. Not male model pretty like Connor or non-descript like Tim’s. And his eyes were a deeper and darker blue-like sapphires. She noticed that as she got closer she could smell his scent, it was mixture of sandalwood, tobacco and pure testosterone.

She knew that many women in the superhero community thought that he was the sexiest thing alive. And they all wanted him. She was beginning to see why. Cassie felt a dampness between her legs.

She leaned in to look at his scarred body. It was breathtaking.

“Do they hurt?”
“At the time I got them they did,” Bruce said his basso voice rumbling throughout the room, “But not now.”
“Wow,” Cassie said, “I mean it’s so different from us.”
“You mean meta’s?”
“Yes.”
“I know,” he replied flatly, “You’re hardly hurt.”
She looked up at him, and felt frozen in the prison of his deep sapphire blue eyes.
“You…You have a nice body.”
Bruce raised an eyebrow in surprise at her compliment.
“A pretty girl like you. I’m sure that you’ve been around a lot of well built men.”
“Yes but it’s different. They have bodies like models. Yours is like…”
“It’s like what?” he asked curious.
“Like a warriors,” she replied, “Like you could seriously kill someone.”
Without thinking she reached out and touched and pronounced and angry scar which ran down from his right shoulder to the middle of his pectoral.

Bruce flinched slightly at her touch but did not pull back. Then with shaking and trembling fingers she began to trace and touch all the scars on his body.

She felt him stroking her hair. She looked up at him for an instant. His sapphire blue eyes seemed to be on fire. His mouth turned up in a slight smile which she found both cruel and sexy.

Then without even thinking overcome that she placed her mouth over one of the scars and began to gently suck.

She heard him inhale deeply.

She sucked much harder, her tongue tracing over each of his scars. Her mouth tracing down and down until she was on her knees. When she had reached the top of his sweat pants. Her breathing quickened daring not to look at him.

She was unlacing the front of his sweat pants pulling them down revealing the fact that he wore no underwear and his sizable 8 inch cock rose up red and powerful before her. She took it in his hands and began to lick it. Soon she was sucking on his cock frantically her hands digging into his firm but well rounded ass. He grabbed her blond hair and began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth for several moments then stopped withdrawing his cock from her mouth. She looked at him confused. Bruce took Cassie by her shoulders and raised her to her feet.

He stepped out of his sweat pants and took her hand in his, He led her over to the mat by the window and she understood. She lay down before him her body propped up on her elbows. Bruce naked between her legs, his eight inch cock was red and pronounced out in front of him.

Bruce quickly pulled off her stilettos, tank top and jeans and panties. He looked at her for a moment breathing in the sight of her naked body. Tim had never looked at her like that. In fact he had been shy and nervous the first time they had been together.

Bruce had her spread eagle on the matt as he entered her, he held his body above hers with his arms her legs wrapped around his waist pulling him in tighter as he began to quickly move inside her.

Cassie wrapped her legs around loving the feel of his cock inside her it was huge and like an iron. He was above her, his eyes burning into hers. Cassie reached up, her fingers and nails digging hard into his strong and powerful shoulders. He pounded into her slowly at first then with more hard and brutal strokes she could feel his hardened cock scrapping against her clit touching off her orgasm. He held his body to hers, his massive magnificent torso shaking as he came, letting out a triumphant yell.

They stopped both of them breathing very hard, their faces flushed with excitement from what they had just done. Bruce’s forehead pressed to hers for an instant. Then he slowly withdrew.

“Go upstairs and take a shower Cassie. Before Tim gets’ back”
Cassie nodded slowly getting to her feet. She grabbed her discarded clothes and flew upstairs to Tim’s room and jumped into the shower. She was trembling from what had happened. Never in a million years did she ever think that would happen. She had just had sex with Bruce Wayne. Her boyfriends adopted father. And had her first orgasm via intercourse in years.

She was still trembling with excitement when she climbed out of the shower five minutes later. She grabbed a towel and started toweling her body as she walked back into the bedroom.

To her surprise she found Tim standing there unpacking his bags. They both stopped and stared at each other.

“Uh…hey Babe…” he began still looking at her naked body, “I was looking for you downstairs.”

“I decided to take a shower,” she said, as a certain thought crossed her mind and she allowed the towel to drop to the floor.

Tim’s mouth bobbed.

“Uh-uh-yeah,” he stammered but his eyes were still glued to her form.
“You know I think you need one too,” she said advancing towards him.
“You do? I mean—I mean I do?” Tim asked.
“Yes,” she said and with that she took him by the arm and pulled him into the bathroom.
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Batman: Scars	By : vittoria Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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