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Looking like a loaded gun	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3808 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Looking like a loaded gun
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She is a charming creature, a swarm of men (*mobsters*) surround her as she works the red dress pulled tight across her lean body (and the ass that Roy's eyes are drawn to). She gives a little giggle at the mustached man she's currently engaging in conversation with and...his hand is sliding up the thigh that is revealed through the dress's slit when she draws her leg forward, showing the top of one thigh high and the attached garter.

Her leg is muscled, not enough to be something...disturbing on any woman that isn't a bodybuilder but it makes Roy raise a brow. He sips at his rum & coke, thoroughly entranced by the brunette beauty with long black hair tumbling over her shoulders that makes the archer think absently of Donna. Though, with that man's hand moving to her rear and giving it a *long* grope that makes her laugh, she seems to be nothing but a moll.

What a shame. He doesn't want to get shot up just for a lay, something he would have had if his missing boyfriend would just show up (then he wouldn’t be waiting at a Gotham club for something--*anything*).

As he continues to watch, the woman moves away from the mobster and heads in Roy's direction and the bar. Her gold stilettos carry her easily over the polished wooden floor of the club, and the way her hips swing slightly as she moves is enough to drive any straight man crazy. She smiles gently at him as she sits down next to the archer, tapping the bar top with long, manicured nails painted a deep red to match the cocktail dress.

There is definitely is something about her. Something familiar.

"Hey." He turns to look at her and she seems to shift uncomfortably on the stool, pulling down the short dress to cover more of her thighs.

"Yes?" She asks with half a breath, her curling hair blocking most of her features from the redhead's eyes.

"Have we met before? I mean...I feel like we have." He sets his drink down and focuses on the woman, studying, looking for anything that could give her away.

She glances over at him quickly and Roy catches the sight of the deep blue of her eyes. "No. I don't think we have. Perhaps you’ve come here before and seen me then?"

"First time." Those eyes. He recognizes them, even though he can't place from where.

"Oh… Well, I hope you enjoy yourself." The brunette slides off the stool, her snakeskin stilettos making a distinct clicking on the floor of the club. She wanders back towards the criminals, hips swaying with that--

That ass.

That ass that most definitely belongs to Dick. He knows it so well, better than any other person on the planet. Hell, he’s touched it, thrust into it enough that he ought to. But what is his boyfriend’s toned rear doing on a woman?

He blushes suddenly with the realization that that woman *is* Dick and Roy doesn't waste any time in following after her. He grabs the brunette’s wrist, right above a few chunky and jeweled bracelets and pulls her into the crowd, away from the eyes of the gangsters.

"Hey--!"

"Dick," he whispers against a pierced ear, a giant gold hoop dangling from it. Roy begins to dance with her to the music so nothing seems at all off to anyone surrounding them in the building.

She tenses in his arms and pulls back, a frown accompanying the knitting of her tweezed brows. "*What* did you just call me?"

"You really think I wouldn't recognize that ass of yours?"

The woman sighs and lets the archer pull her back in close with the arm around her waist. "Damnit, Roy. I'm *undercover*. On a case. You're--"

"*This* is why you haven't called me in a month?"

Dick blows a few long strands out of his face and Roy finally gets a look at the make-up job: dark lipstick, and black eyeliner with gold, glittery shadow brushed on the lids. The acrobat purses his lips in annoyance as he wraps his arms around his lover's neck. "Yeah. ...Sorry, I just...this whole thing is wearing me out."

"Baby, I could've helped you with this..."

"Bruce wouldn't allow it. He wouldn't like you...picking up my slack."

"So he'd rather you be in a dress, offering yourself up to criminals?" He can't help the venom that comes to his voice as he pulls Dick in closer, suddenly possessive (the memory of that bastard sliding his hand all over Dick‘s body comes to mind). Roy hears his lover's desperate whisper while he scratches the back of the man's neck, trying to be comforting.

"This was my idea. ...Let's go...somewhere private so we can discuss this."

Roy pulls back, regaining his control at his lover’s words. Neither of them can afford to know what would happen if he lost it on the dance floor and in the process, would probably end up bringing the gangsters’ attention in their direction. Dick's being lead slowly towards the bathrooms with Roy’s hand on his lower back, where the dress dips down to his pelvis, revealing the bumps of his spine. The archer pets the warm skin, lets his fingers slide down, teasing between the acrobat's firm buttocks. He leans in close to his lover and wraps his arm tighter around the brunette’s waist.

Roy pushes the acrobat into the men's room, which is surprisingly empty as he takes Dick into the end stall, locking it quickly and firmly behind them. His lover seats himself on the toilet, his legs crossed like a proper woman as he examines the archer with a flip of his hair.

"Roy...I didn't think this case would take so long. I thought...a couple of weeks at most." Dick gives an apologetic sigh as he shifts and leans forward to paw at the archer's stomach with one hand.

"I thought you got pissed at me and decided we were suddenly broken up."

"No," Dick says with a frown. "*No*. You would *know* if I wanted to break up...which I don't, by the way."

Relief comes with Roy's next breath and he leans back against the stall door. His missing boyfriend has been found, all is right again...sans the dress that has slid up Dick's thighs to reveal a peek of dark green lace between his legs.

"Dick..."

"Mmhmm?"

His boyfriend is wearing panties...green panties to match the *red* dress and *gold* accessories. Green. Red. Gold. He blinks and just stares for a long time and Dick stares right back, confusion apparent on his face.

"Robin."

"...What?"

"The colors... What you're wearing."

The acrobat undoes his legs quickly, spreading them open over the toilet seat so Roy can see the intricate lace of his underwear. "Oh...you caught that? Yeah, I thought it fit." He smiles, obviously proud of his choices and the display of colors.

Roy nods and swallows, stepping forward so he can pull his lover up into a sudden, hungry kiss, his tongue forcing its way between lips. Dick moans softly below him and fists the archer's shirt as he presses up and off of the toilet. He kisses back with his usual fervor, the kind that means he’s desperate to the point of greediness. The hand pressed against Roy's groin is more than enough to reveal that.

The redhead pulls back with a grunt, his fingers sliding into Dick's hair and the long strands are...*not* a wig. It's a bit of a relief in some sense. Roy runs the digits through the dark curls, pulling slightly, tangling himself up in the silky locks. "You're so...fucking amazing looking... You didn't tell me your name, though."

Dick hesitates for a moment, blush breaking out under his foundation--his lover wants to play like they're both strangers. Two sexually charged people whom just met and decided to slip away for some fun. He perks up after a moment, falling back into his role with a grind of his hips forward, the lovers groin to groin. "It's Santine…” she answers in that same silky voice.

"*Santine*," Roy says with a purr, pulling her painted bottom lip with his teeth. "Sounds like a dancer's name."

She giggles, leaning into him as her fingers open the man’s leather belt to gain access to the button of his pants. “I am…good guess.” The brunette flips her hair with her free hand again, the other working its way into Roy’s pants.

Long, manicured nails touching the sensitive skin of his erection is something Roy hasn’t experienced in a long time, not for years. It’s a memory from his younger days, along with glossy lips against his neck, his stomach, and the tip of his dick while shadowed eyes stare up at him. Santine is that kind of woman, though without the strong stench of alcohol and drugs. He leans in, inhales the scent of her perfume--it smells like jasmine, not completely overpowering, but it has presence. It only adds to her allure, like the gold snakeskin stilettos that are tapping against the floor as Roy falls further into her.

“Hey now…you aren’t drunk are you?” Santine pets his short, red hair, her smile apparent with the tone of amusement in her voice.

“Never been better, baby…”

“That’s what I like to hear. You gonna tell me what you want? Or are we going to play a guessing game, stranger?” The woman pulls his erection free of his briefs and begins to stroke him slowly, teasing him into full hardness, though she also enjoys the way it makes Roy groan and cling to her.

Roy needs to think about that offer, so many possibilities that it’s making him heady. After a few minutes though, he manages to get himself together and pull back from Santine (she’s still smiling at him, and winking with one gold-surrounded eye). “I was just thinking…about how you would look on your knees…”

The archer leans back against the stall door as Santine goes down, taking a moment to lick her lips and pick at her stockings. Her hands slide up the redhead’s thighs, feeling the muscle beneath the well-fitting jeans, squeezing, watching him tremble. She leans in slowly with a purr and lets the tip of her tongue tease at the mushroom head of Roy’s penis. Her blue eyes are focused on his face, looking for every twitch, eager for every moan.

“What’s your name?” She asks it casually, wrapping her hand around his erection and stroking quickly.

He grits his teeth with the next moan, but manages to speak. “…Mr. Red.”

“You a gangster like those other guys?” Curiosity in her voice and she bats her eyelashes at the man.

“That’s not for you to know, babe. Just suck.”

Santine smiles and does as she’s told, giving the tip another lick before she brings it into the wet heat of her mouth and sucks. Her eyes fall shut in concentration and a soft moan is muffled around the penetration. The woman’s hand moves faster around the base: squeezing, twisting, falling into a rhythm that is well known to Roy. It’s Dick’s usual. Long-nailed fingers work the archer’s sac, though it’s careful. The movement seems practiced to Roy, but Dick is just able to adapt to everything. Even this disguise.

Roy pulls the hair from the woman’s face, holds it back and watches as she removes her hand quickly so she can take the man in further. He begins to thrust into her mouth with a grunt, slow at first, then faster, fucking harder as Santine moans around him and swallows. “Thought you looked good before…damn…” There’s a high sound of approval from her and that makes him let off a smug chuckle.

A blowjob isn't really enough to make up for a month without his boyfriend's whereabouts though.

He pulls her back and away from his saliva slick erection and she wipes the edges of her mouth as she looks up at Roy with a teasing smile. "New plans, babe. Up. Turn around and bend over. Hands on the toilet." Santine obediently does as she's told and once she's still, her ass is sticking out in offering, the hem of the dress pulled up to reveal her thigh highs, making her look like she's stepped right out of a 1940s pin-up.

It isn't a sight he ever expected to see, at least not from his lover, who, he's got to admit, makes a pretty passable woman, even without breasts (he's got a sneaking suspicion it's all in the hips/ass movement).

Roy spanks her hard once, hears a little moan come from Santine's throat. "You like being a bad girl?"

"God, yes," she lets out with that sexy purr. The woman wriggles her hips and gets another smack against her rear.

"Well, you're certainly being one right now..." His fingers dance up the back of her thighs, playing absently with the garters for a few seconds before moving up further. Roy pushes the dress out of the way completely, his eyes wandering over the dark green of the panties that contrasts perfectly with the tan of his lover's skin. He crooks his fingers in them, and pulls the delicate fabric down with a sound of satisfaction. "Know what happens to bad girls?"

"I have a few guesses, Mr. Red..."

"Should I *fill* you in, Ms. Santine?"

"Please...god, please do..."

She speaks with a soft whimper and when he pulls back enough, he can see the erection jutting out from between her legs, a pearl of pre-cum at the tip.

"Hard and fast then." He quickly slips a small bottle of lube from his pocket, along with a condom (he always likes to be prepared, something he learned early on from Ollie). Roy spanks her again quickly, just to make sure she's paying attention, and after she's moaned, he rips open the condom package and slips the rubber on.

Santine quivers, leaning forward and spreading her legs wider. A slicked finger is suddenly pushed up into her, probing, contemplating the stretch. She can’t help but moan and press back into the digit.

"Hmm...like being fingered, don't you?"

She smirks and laughs, clenching around the finger. "Yeah…but there’s something I like more…”

He pulls the single digit out and lubes up his erection quickly, getting a nice little show of the woman moving one hand back to spread herself open for him. "I couldn't have asked for a more cooperative bitch." Roy notices her tense at the word, but she doesn't talk back.

He nudges the tip of his dick against her entrance, slips in just a bit, and pulls back out as the woman cries out. Roy smirks at the quivering hole for a few seconds, then pushes inside fully with one hard thrust.

"Ah! Fuck...R--Mr. Red..."

"Like that?" He grinds forward quickly, making sure Santine feels absolutely everything. Her reply to his question is a quick nod and stifled moan as she flexes eagerly, her hand quivering against tan skin. Roy moves a hand forward to grab up the long strands of coal black hair and he gives a little tug, testing. Dick hadn't had long hair in quite a while, not that Roy hated the scruffy (*gorgeous*) look his boyfriend had been sporting lately. The archer smirks, unable to truly bring that sight to mind with Santine in front of him.

He leans down, speaking low in her ear, "I'm going to enjoy you for however long I want...maybe even all night." A hard thrust forward makes the woman whimper and peer back at him over her shoulder.

Santine’s blue eyes are narrowed, glazed over, mouth open wide with her next moan. The woman clenches tight around him, and then lets go a moment later with a lick of her lips. She doesn't have to ask for more, she can sit as silent as she wants with the sounds of men stepping in and out of the restroom, stall doors closing, opening, chatter about drugs, money...*women*...all playing in the background on repeat.

Roy pounds into her, pulling on her hair as he grips one lean hip in his other hand. Grits his teeth and loses himself in this lithe, well-known body (Dick--*Santine*--can take it, hell, the way she trembles underneath him means that she can only want more). The archer is, by every definition, relentless, though never to the point where he would truly hurt his lover.

He watches her hand slide away from her rear slowly, down to grip the erection between her muscled legs. It doesn't feel like Santine anymore, not when she begins to call his name--his *real* name--softly on lips whetted by the tip of her tongue.

Dick grunts as he strokes himself quickly, spasming slightly as he nears his fast-approaching orgasm. He teethes at his bottom lip and closes his eyes with the fall of his head and curling hair. Release is close and Roy is...kissing the back of his neck, his thrusts more gentle now like the game is over.

"Dick..."

Hearing Roy say his name in that honeyed tone is just enough to make him cum silently. Dick mewls, clenches around the penetration while his semen hits the off-white of the toilet lid. His lover is biting into his neck suddenly as a muffled groan rises from his throat. Dick feels boneless but manages to move a hand back slowly to pet Roy's red hair.

He thrusts faster into the acrobat's welcoming body, listening as Dick mumbles soft appreciations, urging Roy further and further until he reaches completion. The archer's orgasm comes with a grunt and shaking knees causing him to fall further into his lover's warmth, almost making Dick lose his balance.

"Mh, Mr. Red...you're crushing me..." Dick spouts out quickly in his Santine voice.

Roy grunts in response, nuzzling at the exposed skin of his boyfriend's back as he recovers. It takes a little bit, but he finally manages to regain his stability with a shake of his head. He kisses his way down Dick's spine, bypassing the crumpled skirt before he bites playfully into one buttock. The man laughs softly at Santine's gasp and the slow purr that comes as she adjusts.

He wants to throw Dick over his shoulder and step out of this club, despite the case his lover is working on (and to hell with those gangsters, especially the one that had his mitts all over her). It's probably something selfish, even though he misses Dick and deserves to have more with him than just a quickie in a men's room stall.

The redhead sighs and stands up, pulling the green panties back into place as he goes. Dick shifts, drawing the hem of the skirt down to cover himself. When he turns, Roy hugs him suddenly, holding him tight and kissing him deeply. The acrobat moans softly in acceptance and melts into Roy.

"I want you back," The archer states when they've parted.

Dick sighs and pushes his long hair behind an ear. He's not done working this angle, being Santine...being fondled by the mob (the part he despises the most). He gives his lover a frown, shaking his head. "You'll have me, I just--"

"It's been a month."

"These things take time...you *know* this." The brunette pulls back and turns around, ripping off some toilet paper to clean up his sticky mess.

"I can help."

"Roy..." he glances back only so he can give the man a stern expression, though it doesn't seem to work at all.

"I have my gear in the car." Begging in his voice, even as he puts himself back together and steps into Dick's space.

"Tonight."

"What?"

"I only need tonight. I know it." The dirtied paper goes in the toilet to be flushed before Dick gets to work fixing his stockings. "When I have the info I need, I'll call you." He turns and offers his lover a sincere smile, watching the man grin back. "Then you can crash the party. Alright?"

Roy pulls Dick into another embrace, biting gently at his neck with a soft laugh. "I may be able to live with that..."

"You're going to have to, Mr. Red. Now...I got a party to get back to…*baby*."
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