Headache
By Batman
NC-17
This
fiction is my first smutfic and my present to Artemis
for Christmas.
Warning: First smutfic. Be
gentle.
*******
Man’s World is a strange place.
After learning of Batman’s true identity in Kasnia, her curiosity overwhelmed her. She had pondered a
single question since she met the man: What made him become Batman?
She found that answer tonight, after searching through
some the of outdated Gotham Gazette newspapers at the
local library. She was becoming increasingly bored with the constant unneeded
emphasis on otherwise unimportant events, until a large headline with the word
‘
Her eyes widened in horror as she read, then reread the
headline: Waynes Murdered in Crime Alley. Her eyes
trailed down to a picture of two outlines in chalk, on a dingy sidewalk. Beside
that photo was a picture of a small boy, his eyes red and face streaked with
tears. Recognition slammed into her when she realized that boy had Bruce’s
eyes…and that look of determination he sometimes had on his face while
operating as the Dark Knight.
“Oh, Bruce,” she whispered.
Diana leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes. She
couldn’t imagine what it would do to her if her mother had been the victim of a
senseless act of violence. She had to ask herself: would she have ended up the
same way?
She wasn’t sure she liked the answer.
*****
“Good evening, Sir.
Would you care for a bite to eat?”
The dark figure ignored the older man’s request, and
continued working. He knew it was a pointless pursuit, but he had to try.
“Sir, you haven’t eaten in days. I strongly suggest you
considering—“
“I’m busy, Alfred.”
Alfred shook his head at his bloodshot-eyed employer.
“You have to eat sometime, sir. Otherwise how will you find the strength to-“
A movement in the shadows. “You forget I have been
trained by the best, to handle all situations.”
Alfred’s expression changed to that of disgust. “With all
due respect sir, I don’t care how trained you are. You cannot get away with
ignoring your body’s needs for much longer. I fear that your stubbornness and
refusal to care for yourself will one day be your downfall.”
The man shrouded in darkness leaned forward and pinched
his brow. “Just go away, Alfred.”
Alfred raised an eyebrow. “The headaches are back, I see.
I would think that you’d just stand in your costume, glare in the mirror, and
frighten them away. Since you are, after all, “trained by the best,” he said
sarcastically.
Batman looked up at Alfred, angrily. “You are not
helping.”
Alfred remained as undaunted as always. “Sir, you are not
helping yourself.”
“You have headaches?”
The two men turned toward the sound of the feminine
voice.
Diana walked out behind Alfred. Batman hadn’t even known
that she was there. That made his head pound all the more mercilessly.
Batman glared at his butler through the haze of pain.
“Why didn’t you say that I had company?” he spat.
“I would think, sir, that since you were trained by the
best, you would also be aware of one’s presence. Therefore, I wouldn’t need to
tell you that she is here, you would already know.”
Batman gave a warning glare. “Alfred…”
“Very well, sir.” Alfred took Diana by the arm. “Master Bruce
wishes that I see you out.”
Diana yanked her arm away. “I will not be “seen out,” by
any man!”
Alfred looked at Batman. “The lady wishes to stay, sir. I
am in no position to force her not to, and quite frankly sir, if she can
convince you to eat, I am not compelled to do so.” With
that, Alfred turned on his heel and headed back up the stairs, toward the vast
mansion.
The door slammed and Diana turned toward Batman, who was
pinching his brow. These past few weeks he seemed to be working himself
endlessly, and now she sees that he also hasn’t been eating. Stubborn
man.
Batman didn’t look up from pinching his brow. “What do
you need, Princess?” he asked. His voice was very tired, almost defeated.
She walked up behind his chair. “I think the question is,
what do you need?” she replied.
He groaned. “Don’t you start on me, now,” he said
wearily. “Alfred is bad enough.”
“Did it ever occur to you, great detective, that if you
eat something, your headache would cease?”
Batman sighed. “Leave.”
Diana crossed her arms. “Eat and sleep,
and I will leave.”
Batman glared at her, then reached over his computer,
snatching up a muffin that Alfred had left on the tray. He took a large bite of
it and glared at her. Diana had to hold back the laughter from the expression
on his face. She couldn’t suppress the smile, however.
“You’re nothing but a spoiled brat,” Diana grinned. “A
rich, spoiled brat, that throws a fit when he doesn’t get his way.”
“How true,” Alfred called from upstairs.
Batman threw down the muffin. “I’m leaving.” He walked
over to the Batmobile, but Diana flew in front of
him.
“You can’t drive like this. You’re bound to get yourself,
or someone else, killed.”
Batman shut his eyes tightly. “Why won’t you leave?”
“Because for some reason, despite your aristocratic
arrogance and stubborn refusal to obey your own body’s needs, I care about
you.” Diana replied.
“I care about
Diana’s eyes softened. “If you don’t care for yourself,
no one will care for
“What would ease my headache,
would be if you went away,” he replied.
“Why? So you can continue this self-torture?” Diana shook
her head. “Hera, Bruce, you should look in a mirror.”
“I don’t care,” Batman said.
“But I do,” Diana shot back. “And it wasn’t your fault.”
“What wasn’t my fault?” Batman turned strode back to his
seat before the computer, half-collapsing onto it.
“The deaths of your parents.”
Batman’s head shot up. “What did you say?”
“You know I’m aware of your true identity. I wanted to
know what drove you to do…what you do. I did some research and—“
Batman looked up, furious. “And where exactly did you
acquire this information?”
Diana looked somewhat proud as she spoke. “
Batman whirled around and stood up crossly, glaring down
at her. “You searched for Bruce Wayne’s history.”
Diana nodded.
He took a step forward, backing her up. “In the public library.”
Diana nodded again, another step.
“In your Wonder Woman costume.”
Diana nodded, and with another step toward her, she
understood.
“Bruce, I’m sure they weren’t—“
Batman glared at her. “You could have compromised my
identity by that stunt you just pulled. The least thing you could have done is
put on some sort of disguise. Anyone could cross-reference the fact that Wonder
Woman was viewing information on Bruce Wayne in a Gotham
Library and—“
“Why would anyone even think of doing something like
that?” Diana shot back. “You think up these things, in that obsessed, paranoid
little brain of yours, then think everyone else in the world will think the
same way!! And they don’t, Bruce!!” She raised her voice even higher, not
caring about the look of pain on his face. “And I refuse to disguise myself and
hide from the world as you do!!”
“Blast it Diana, would you just SHUT UP?” Batman
screamed, clutching his forehead.
Diana glared at him. “You wanted me to yell. You’re
enjoying this, aren’t you? You love torturing yourself.” She said mockingly.
Batman’s expression crumpled with anger and pain, and he
slammed his fist through the nearest monitor. The equipment sparked as he
withdrew his hand, now torn and bleeding from coming in contact with the
twisted metal and glass that protruded from it.
Diana frowned, her arms still crossed. “I hope you feel
better, now.”
Batman stood, fists clenched, his back to her.
After a moment, Diana spoke.
“Bruce, I’m not the person who slaughtered your parents.”
She walked closer to him. “I wish you would stop taking your anger meant for
him, out on me.”
He didn’t reply, but his clenched fists relaxed slightly.
She dared another step closer.
“I know you’re angry. And I understand that. I can’t even
think of what you must have gone through when you were a child, and I’m not
sure if I want to. But, Bruce… I don’t appreciate you taking your anger out on
me, when I don’t deserve it.”
To anyone that didn’t know him personally, Batman would
have looked like his normal, stoic self. But, any normal person wouldn’t have
spent as much time personally with him as Diana has. Even from behind, the
clenched jaw and tightened muscles of his back were telltale signs of Batman’s
stress.
Diana bravely reached up, and put her hand on his shoulder.
She expected him to move away, or shove her hand, but he did neither. To her,
that was a warning flag of how exhausted he was. Diana began leading him back
to the chair, and he sat down without hesitation.
Batman returned his hand to his head. “Apologies,” he
whispered raggedly.
“Now I’m really worried about you,” Diana said.
He sat still in the chair for a while. Finally, he gave
in and reached into a compartment in his belt. Producing two small white pills,
he downed them without a drink.
As he sat there, eyes closed and silent, Diana strode up
behind his back and placed her hands on each side of his neck. She then bravely
began a slow massage of his shoulders, neck and back. He jumped at first, but
soon it issued a shaky exhale from him as he leaned forward to give her more
access.
“Where…did you learn…this…?” he whispered as she worked
her way down to his shoulder blades.
“Pressure point therapy,” Diana said quietly as she
continued. “It was used as a means of relaxation by my sisters, after a great
battle.” Diana watched the tension drain slowly from his face and felt his
impressive muscles relax beneath her touch. She continued for several minutes.
Smiling to herself, she started kneading her fingers gently down the center of
his spine.
Soon, after urging him to lean forward, she smoothed her
hands down over his lower back in gentle sweeping motions. Her rub down turned
into a soft tapping, as she moved to another method of massage. Her slender
fingers kneaded his back lightly, then abruptly pulled
away.
She leaned in towards his ear and whispered into it.
“Are you sure you want me to leave?”
He didn’t answer.
Instead, he moved his face toward her, and planted his
mouth over hers.
Her surprise couldn’t be measured in that moment. She
gasped under his mouth, but she soon found herself returning the gesture
slowly. The surprise never left her mind that he would initiate such an act…and
especially toward her. Her hands began a sensuous route down his chest, feeling
over every ripple and scar beneath the tough fabric of the costume. She broke
away slightly, still close, their breaths mingling and increasing in intensity.
Diana suddenly noticed that she was filled with a new tension that she had not
a name for. She swept her fingers across his mouth, and traced his jaw with her
finger boldly. Her mind was screaming warnings that she was going too far, but
her body was screaming…other things.
“Not unless you wish to, princess,” he whispered
raggedly.
Soon Diana found herself as close as she’s ever been bold
enough to be to this man. Somehow, she found herself in front of him,
straddling his legs with her knees. She slid her hands down his arms, her mouth
moving against his. Diana could now feel the warmth emanating from his skin, and
her super hearing caught the sound of his heart hammering wildly in his chest.
His breaths came in quick pants as his arms drew up to her, one burying itself
in her long, raven hair and the other sliding tenderly down the gentle slope of
her back. As she was sweeping her fingers over his chest, her eyes caught a
growing bulge inside of his tights. Acting without thinking, she reached down
and wrapped her hand around it.
Batman’s breath hissed out and his teeth ground together.
The powerful muscles in his neck bulged out in what appeared to be some kind of
pleasurable distress. Diana pulled her hand back suddenly, but he caught it,
drawing it back toward him and over his rippled stomach.
Diana’s boldness grew by each passing second. Her hands
gently slid down the taut muscles of his abdomen, and under the seam of his
tights. In a fluid motion, she unclasped his belt and slid it off onto the
floor next to him, allowing it to clatter unmissed to the floor. Her nimble
fingers then slid up and under the fabric of his shirt, caressing the muscles
hidden beneath the film of sweat.
His fingers, in turn, sought out the fastener that held
her bustier in place. He deftly undid each clasp, all to the last hook. It was
then that they both stopped and their eyes met, each panting with desire for
the other. The unspoken question hung in the air that was thick with the
tension between them.
Diana answered that question by returning her fingers
under the fabric of his shirt, and slowly lifting it up and off his chest. Each
inch of the fabric that was peeled back revealed more of the scars that
littered nearly every inch of the battle-torn man. Once the shirt was off and
joined his belt, Diana licked her finger and began tracing each scar with her
finger lightly. Batman’s eyes closed, and Diana slid a gentle finger over his
eyelids, to taper off his nose and drop to his masculine chin. Her fingers then
caressed his face up and under the mask, peeling back the armor, the division
between her and his troubled eyes. Batman started, removed her fingers, and
began to draw away. She could almost physically feel his emotional withdraw as
he struggled to maintain the shield over his heart. However…desperate she was
feeling, Diana decided that she would not push the issue. If Bruce was to
reveal himself to her, he would have to do so on his
own. However, that wouldn’t stop her from a little coaxing.
Her fingers rested lightly over his slightly trembling
mouth. As she gazed into his shielded eyes, he gazed back to hers with just as
much intensity and passion.
“I won’t hurt you, Bruce,” she said softly. “I want to
see you. The REAL you.”
After a moment, her fingers made their way slowly to
their previous position, and began once again peeling back the cowl of the
Batman. After the outer layer was stripped away, Bruce’s deep blue eyes stared
back at her through a blanket of fear. However, that fear was replaced once
again by a burning desire when Diana reached behind her, and undid the last
clasp on her bustier. She held it in the air by one finger, then
let it drop indifferently to the floor, her eyes never leaving his.
The desire must have flooded his senses, because his hand
flew to the hem of his tights, yanking them down over the bulge that protruded
from the inside. His hardened sex was revealed and Diana wasted no time in
exploring it. Her fingers grasped it and lightly traced up and down the shaft,
as her eyes raked his mostly bare form. Her piqued curiosity further heightened
his arousal, causing his engorged organ to harden even more with each stroke of
her gentle hands.
His own hands reached up, and in a slow, sensuous motion
began exploring her breasts. The small, sensitive buds of flesh contracted and
hardened with the brush of his highly skilled fingertips. Diana wasn’t prepared
for the pleasure that his hands brought her as they caressed soft skin that
hasn’t been desecrated by any other man. The moan that escaped her lips was
unexpected, and her chest arched toward his careful touch. Her moan turned into
a gasp as she felt Bruce’s hands gently pinch one of her hardened nipples.
His other hand slid unseen down her back, and over her
hip. She shuddered as his sensual caress slid down her leg, then back up the
inside of her thigh. His fingers pushed back the star spangled fabric, and the
intruding digits began to manipulate her most sensitive of areas. Her inner
muscles contracted at his touch, and a soft moan followed by several small
pants issued from her lips. He felt her moisture spill forth and swathe his
pleasantly intruding fingers in seconds.
Bruce could stand no more. His hands sought the hem of
her star patterned garment, sliding it down over her hips. She let it drop to
the floor as her mouth continued to move against his.
He broke the kiss, then looked
into her eyes, both nearly wild with passion. The unspoken question once again
hung in the air. Was she ready for this, to have her virgin seal broken by a
man? Diana reached down and tugged on his member with her delicate hands. Under
hooded eyelids, she whispered hoarsely, three words.
“I need you.”
That decided it. He pulled her close. When she complied
with his urging, he took his stiffened member in his hand and guided it toward
her most secret of places. When the soft smooth surface of the tip pressed
firmly against her wet folds, she moaned in pleasure. She pushed forward,
covering more of him, inching him into her.
He reached over and pinched her sensitive clitoris, and that
sent her over the edge.
An uncontrollable and unbelievably pleasurable spasm
slammed into her, and she jerked her hips toward him involuntarily. A quick,
sharp jab of pain drew from her neither regions as his
full length thrust into her, and she cried out.
Bruce remained as still as possible,
and leaned forward, kissing the tears from her eyelids. He began pulling
himself out, slowly. Her eyes opened as he pushed back into her, and she
clutched his shoulders as a new pleasure began to build.
“Ohh…Bruce….Hera…”
He made no verbal reply, except to speed his thrusts
inside of her slightly, gradually, until she was moaning with pleasure above
him. Her panting increased and matched the rhythm of his movements inside of
her. She felt as if her vagina was about to sneeze in a frenzy of rapture. Her
pleasure heightened, ascended, until...
Diana gasped and then shrieked as another wave of ecstasy
slammed into her. Her internal muscles contracted repetitively, sending wave
after wave of pleasure she had never known over her body. When his skilled
manhood hit her G spot, she was sent over the edge completely.
“BRUCE!!! OOH, HERA!! OOH!!” she screamed. Her hands and
fingernails moved from his shoulders, and began tearing violently into the seat
underneath them. The stuffing flew out of it, but neither seemed to notice as
their kisses intensified. He groaned, then allowed his
own release to take place, joining her in the momentary bliss. He held back a
moan with all his willpower as he felt her muscles contracting against his
manhood, seemingly pumping every last bit of his pleasure into her.
Diana collapsed atop him, trembling. They were both sweaty, panting and exhausted. After a full minute,
Diana lazily slid to the side, pulling his now flaccid member from her dampened
entrance. She now felt empty inside, but groggy and content at the same time.
“Diana?” A weakened voice came from the panting, sweaty
man beside her. She lifted her head barely.
“Mmmm?” she grunted.
“The headache’s gone…”
THE END