Technically, this is a BM/WW fic, though I wouldn't call it a FANfic exactly. It's dedicated to all the BM/WW shippers out there who I really, really don't quite understand. :) LOL
One Dark Night
Midnight. Gotham City. The Alabaster Hotel. A seedy place just within the city limits that was usually reserved for one night stands and drug deals. Nobody wanted to see anything, and so they didn't. It was a perfect place. No one even looked up as the two figures climbed into a window to an empty room on the third floor.
Diana looked around the room, unimpressed. “Well”, she sighed, “I guess it will have to do.”
Bruce glanced at her before his eyes continued scanning the room for other intruders. “Where we are isn't really important, is it?”
“No, I guess it isn't.” He was still scanning the room in case someone was hiding in a corner or something. It was mildly irritating. “There's no one else here, Bruce.”
They had both worn their civilian attire to keep from attracting attention. Explaining why Batman and Wonder Woman were breaking into an empty hotel room would have been awkward. There would be no questions if no one saw them in the first place. Neither of them thought about that right now. This was their first chance alone together.
She had to grab him from behind to get his mind off of his paranoia. At least we don't have to worry about getting out of our costumes she thought as she reached around him and started undoing the buttons on his shirt while she nuzzled the back of his neck. In turn, he reached behind him and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, pulling her hard against him, the grinding making both of them moan softly. After only a few gyrations, the clothes began flying off of the two eager lovers.
Moments later, two naked bodies writhe on the bed until Diana is on top. Bruce no longer feels in control, and this feeling is alien to the billionaire by day and the Batman by night. He revels in control. It is who he is. He is not sure whether this loss of control is good or not. Not until she guides him inside her and begins to rock back and forth on his swollen member. The doubts fade with each rhythmic slide of her hips. Lost in bliss, he does what he never allows himself to do. He surrenders.
Diana is lost in pure sensation. The hardness inside her pulses as she rocks back and forth, her movements becoming hypnotic even to her. She is lost and does not want to be found...until her body finds her. Deep within her, she feels the stirrings. Soon, too soon, she feels the physical manifestations of those stirrings. Her movements become faster, more urgent—harder. She hears Bruce call her name, but she barely hears him. The contractions of her release begin, closer and closer together, more and more insistent, stronger and stronger. Her thrusts at the crescendo are thunderous, Bruce's cries sound as if they are coming out of a tunnel in her mind.
Her final release breaks the spell. She is here and now. She could smell the sweat of their bodies, feel the silky wetness between them. She could hear Bruce now, his screams breaking into her consciousness like sirens. She opens her eyes in time to see his last agonized expression of pain before he passes out.
Alabaster Hotel. 5am. Leaning against a wall outside, Diana watches forlornly as they wheel Bruce into the ambulance. It stings that he asks her not to accompany him to the hospital, but she tells herself it's to make it easier to keep their identities secret. She doesn't think that is the whole truth. While the paramedics close the doors, she can hear them talking.
“Damndest thing I ever seen, Frank. How the hell do I put this into the report? 'Patient has a lacerated hip with mild internal bleeding and his penis looks like it got crushed in a vice?' We've seen a lot of shit, but this is one of the craziest.“ Frank shook his head as both men glanced at Diana and turned away quickly. “Yeah, she's gorgeous, but damn, what were they doing, playing with industrial power tools? They both look old enough to know better.” Their conversation is cut off as they climb into the cab and close the doors, quickly driving away.
Diana is staring at the ground, relieved that the paramedics are gone. Glad that Bruce is gone. It doesn't ease the guilt, but it makes it less...immediate.
Her head snaps up at a voice. “Diana, what the hell happened!” He startles her. He had arrived quickly. Of course he did, considering who he is.
“Clark! Thank Hera! Thank you for coming. I didn't know who else to turn to.”
“Diana” he said more softly, “What happened?”
She told him. Everything. For awhile, he was speechless, his face contorting strangely. He could hold himself in no longer, bending over and shaking with the laughter he was trying so hard to contain.
“Clark!” she fumed, “How can you laugh at this?”
He took control of himself and straightened, chastened by her anger. One look at her angry face, however, and he lost himself in paroxysms of laughter again. This time he didn't even try to hold it in, he just let it go.
As Diana flew off in a huff, she could barely hear his words between guffaws. “I wonder if he's going to talk like a bat now, too.”
As the words sank in, her indignation evaporated. Her eyes began to tear up as she began to lose control of herself. She had to be careful. If she was going to take care of Gotham in the Batman's absence, she couldn't do it if she couldn't stop laughing.
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