Power and Responsibility

02. Remembering

Summary: Alone in the cave…..you’ll have to read on for the rest.

Appearing in the cave, Diana sighed, her sigh a mixture of relief and dejection. She had hoped against hope that Bruce would be there. However, the time being what it was, she knew from memory and experience that currently Gotham’s criminal underground was feeling the wrath and being hunted by the Dark Knight, the Batman.

Checking the time, quarter two two, she mentally calculated that it would be at least an hour before Bruce made an appearance, his usually well-combed hair, all pointy and slicked with sweat, the heat from the costume and that from his hard work giving his whole body with the same tangy taste.

“Gives me enough time,” she spoke aloud, as if speaking to the bats.

Navigating smoothly in the dimly lit cave, she made her way to the changing room-cum-bathrooms. Where before, she would have to have use the one Bruce had for himself, now she had one of her very own, complete with a whole wardrobe and custom designed tub-cum-Jacuzzi, a luxury that even the master of the cave did not have. He would have to journey up the stairs to the manor to avail of such facilities….unless he was using hers, which given their ‘schedule’ happened more often than not.

Dropping her costume in the washer-dryer, she started her bath, taking the extra time to take off her tiara, earrings and bracelets, her signet and girdle joining the others to leave her completely free, naked as the day she was born. The cave was one of the few places where she took off her bracelets. The others being, Themiscyra, sometimes her private suite in the Themiscyrian Embassy and of course, the Manor upstairs, but that too only in the master bedroom…..Bruce’s bedroom, and now, for the past few months….sometimes hers.

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“Uhhhh….” A very un-Princess like moan escaped her lips as she lowered herself into the bubbling water, the various fans and nozzles churning the water and the scented bath oils to a nice froth.

She had an hour; at least, before the Bat-mobile’s drone filled the air as it entered and navigated through the secret tunnel entrance of the Bat-cave.

And hour before she had face Bruce and tell him what had happened….what she had done….what she had accomplished…fulfilled.

‘How would he take it?’ That thought did cross her mind….more than once. Would he feel threatened….betrayed…..angry….withdrawn. ‘No, not withdrawn. Anything but that.’ She pleaded, praying that they, that she, would not lose what she had accomplished, achieved after so much waiting and hard work. She would not lose the man whom she had given her heart, her mind, her very soul. Not now….not ever. She had vowed to fight the gods for him. Just as she would not watch him grow old and die, either making him immortal or joining him in his mortality, so would she not give up on him….let him get away, let him leave her.

‘Don’t think like that Diana,’ she told herself. ‘It is the cave. It makes you think dark, sad thoughts. Think happy thoughts….happy memories….happy memories in the cave.’

Smiling at that, her mind began to wander towards the past, just as her hands began a downward travel, one stopping at her water-sensitized breasts, while the other going further down to her feminine center.

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//Flashback//

*Beep, Beep, Beep*

The beeping sound of the teleporter sensors alerted Bruce, stopping him mid-change. Whoever it was, knew the codes.

Dressed in only his tights, his threw his armor over his neck and quickly grabbed his mask, his actions stilling as a very familiar and currently haunting husky voice wafted over to him.

“Batman….Bruce.”

‘Diana,’ a chill ran through Bruce’s heart. ‘What is she doing here? What does she want now? Didn’t she just end it…end us?’ It had been only a few hours since they had been together on the Watchtower, in the gigantic room housing the Martian Dream Machine.

He had been searching for her, wanting to talk to her, when Faith told him that the last time she had seen Diana, she was heading towards the *Dream Chamber* as it was commonly called.
He had gone there, waited for her to come out of her session, all in a hope to talk to her about their relationship or lack there off. True, he had had a double mind himself. That was what he wanted to her about. Instead all he got was a, I love you….as a lifelong friend, a confidant, and ally, but I’m not willing to risk that to see if there’s more. Are you?

Whether knowingly or unknowingly, she put in a spot where any decision he made, anything he said, whether it be yes or no, their relation would be changed forever. Stuck in a catch twenty-two situation, he did the only thing he could, he kept quiet…..and watched her walk away…..leaving him standing alone…in the darkness.

He would get over it, get over her, that much he was sure of. He had done it in the past, with Vicki, with Silver, with Shondra…even with Selina. He had learned that much, if nothing, his constant losses had taught him one thing….how to steel yourself against that specific type of loss.

However all those women, all those losses had one thing that Diana’s coming to the cave was taking away from him….his time, his solitude. He needed that. With every single one of those women, after they left him….they left him alone. Why couldn’t Diana do the same? What had she come to the cave now? To rub salt on his still fresh wound? If nothing else, all he asked for, all he needed was just a few weeks, a few days of being left alone. Cauterizing the wound in heart, he would be able to return to his work…to her, acting and working as if nothing had happened.

But now…?

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“Diana…” Bruce had barely taken two steps towards the newly arrived Wonder Women when he found himself flung, no flying through the air, his breath whooshing out of his body as he hit the metal side of his costume closet, soft lips massaging his own, hot-sweet breath caressing him and mingling with his own.

‘What is she doing?’ His mind cried out as his arms, moving on their own accord, wrapped themselves around the beauty currently ravaging him, pulling her even deeper until the need for oxygen forced him to come up for air.

“Dhh…Diana,” he growled between pants, his lungs hungrily drawing the much needed air. “What are…”
“Ssshh…Bruce,” he was silenced with a single finger on his lips. “Don’t say anything. Not now, not tonight.”
“But you said…” he couldn’t stop himself for questioning her actions, not in light of what happened a few hours ago and what was happening now.
“I know what I said,” perfectly formed eyebrows twisted slightly. “But just once…I want this, want us. I want to feel it, experience it for real and not in some dream chamber.”

Bruce knew that her words were as much for what she had seen with, about him, as they were for what happened in the dream world she created in the Wonderdome. The one where she was with Clark and he was just their good friend….a friend who finally brought an end to that whole charade.

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“Bruce,” Diana’s voice held such pleading that his already wavering control, finally gave in. ‘Just this once,’ he told himself. ‘Even if is just this once, I want it too. I want to feel like alive….feel human.’

Moving with almost superhuman speed, Bruce moved out of the way, flipping positions, until he was in Diana’s place and she was in his, her back against the flat metallic surface.

Leaning forward yet again, Bruce began his worship of the….no, of tonight, HIS goddess, his hand rising up to her face, before starting a downward trail along her jaw, through the gentle curve of her neck, her bare shoulders, the smooth feel of the metal signet adorning the swell of her full naturally rounded breast. Applying a gentle pressure on its underside, the corner of his lips curved up at the groan that escaped through Diana’s lips, her teeth biting down on her lower lip. Matching his lips with hers, he resumed his ministrations, his second hand joining the first, to stop at her waist, curving to her back along the smooth silk covered rounds of her ass, pulling her towards and onto his rising erection.

“Brrruuhh…cccee,” Diana moaned yet again, as he broke their lip lock, his head tilting to start kissing along the path his fingers had just trailed, starting with the throbbing artery along the side of her neck. Grasping his equally bare shoulders, Diana’s fingers found purchase along the various scar rise and grooves covering it. For her, he was the perfect specimen of male; his countless scars over scars did not take anything away from his outer beauty. In fact, if possible, they added to his overall persona, reminding and claiming out all for everyone to see, who he truly was, a warrior, a force of nature, a man…the BATMAN.

Parting her legs, Bruce slipped between then, his hands helping her move to lift up and wrap them around him, her superior physical strength and her inexperience causing the grip to be a little too firm, something which she instantly realized, especially when she felt the slightest of jump in the man she was straddling.

“Easy Princess,” Bruce spoke at her mouth, his voice carrying an unfamiliar gentleness. “I am only human….a mere mortal.”

Instead of spoiling the mood by a quip or comment, Diana settled for digging her nails into the shoulders of the mere mortal, emphasizing her mischief by loosening but firming her leg hold to pull him even closer.

Rising to her unspoken challenge, Bruce attacked her with a vengeance, his kisses loosing their softness, growing harder, deeper…more passionate, their tongues wrestling, fighting for supremacy…a fight that the experienced Bruce won when he fingers squeezed into her firm gluteus muscles, instantly turning her to mush, her mouth spouting a mixture of gibberish and moans.


The ease and vigor with Diana was reacting to him, brought up a very important question in Bruce’s detective mind. A question that he had to ask.

“Diana…are you….have you ever done this…,” he corrected himself. “…with a man.”
“No,” her eyes suddenly filled with innocence and apprehension. “No one….no one. No man….no woman either.”

“Diana.” Bruce stopped, his hands ceasing their kneading action. “Diana are you sure…you don’t have to do this…with me, I mean. Just because…”
“Bruce,” Diana cradled Bruce’s face, looked deep into his darkened blue eyes and spoke with complete truth and conviction. “I want to do this….with you, and I am sure about it. Are-are you? Do you want to…?”

All further words were lost as Bruce captured her lips in a soul-searing kiss, their bodies resuming their primal dance.

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Still trapped between the closet and a ‘hard’ Bruce, Diana yelped out when the hard, kneading hands moved inside probing along the edge of her fabric covered mound, the feel of silk between them adding to their feeling, while increasing their growing impatience at the obstructive cloth.

For his part, Bruce was rock hard, his erection straining at the back of his crotch guard, wanting to free of its confining prison, his analytical brain supporting and seconding the motion of the primal one. He wanted to take her then and there, against the wall or on the floor, it didn’t matter to him. What mattered and affected his choice was the living, breathing goddess in his arms. It was to be her first time. From her reaction to him, he had guessed that she was a virgin, at least where men were concerned, but the fact that even after coming from an island, a society with only women, she had never sought intimate, sexual female companionship. The thought of being her first, brought up various conflicting emotions within in. Greatly honored by it, there were feelings of pride, possessiveness, even jealousy bubbling up in him. Pride and possessiveness because it was him who she was giving…no, that part claimed that he was taking it, making her HIS. Jealousy, because it was supposed to be just for one night. What would happen tomorrow and the day after. What would happen when…if she found or took some other lover, some other man?

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Pushing those thoughts back down, Bruce continued his kneading and rubbing actions, his flirting touches at her center pleasuring Diana towards the orgasmic cliff, a cliff she had reached a few times by herself, but never like this, never with another person, let alone a man.

Slipping his fingers under the blue silk of her ‘shorts’, Bruce parted her puffy sopping folds with the index finger of either hand, the middle fingers plunging into her, causing her to cry out at the intrusion. Acting on an instinct inbuilt into every man and woman, whether normal or mythical, Diana raised herself to give Bruce better access, allowing him to go in even deeper, right up to the knuckle, his tips touching at just the right spot. The spot that caused her to be swept away in a flood of pleasure, her words becoming limited to pleading moans urging….begging Bruce to not to stop, not now, not ever.

”Let it go Diana…let it go,” Bruce whispered at her ear, his own arousal jumping up a notch at feeling her sweet, intoxicating breath tickle the hair at the side and back of his neck.

“I can’t…Bruce….please,” Diana clenched her eyes tightly shut, her entire body tensing up. The instant, she went began to writhe uncontrollably, forcing Bruce to stop and hold on for dear life as the former goddess experienced one of the strongest orgasms of her life, her legs losing their grip as wavers on waves of orgasmic energy washed over her, her sweet-n’-tangy release soaking and gushing through her starry panties.

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Not giving her the time to ‘come down’, Bruce firmed his grip and walked the two of them over to the cave’s infirmary, to single bed always in ready position there. On the way, he got rid of Diana’s costume, all except for her red boots and tiara, one of them too hard to remove in the current position, and the other defining who she was to him, a princess, his princess.

Laying her down, he quickly lost his tights too, positioning himself at her entrance, his eyes silently repeating the same question he had asked earlier. Even now, with all that had just happened, he was still giving her the choice, a way out if she wanted.
Shaking her head once, Diana confirmed and emphasized her answer by scissoring her legs around her lover’s waist, pulling him closer until the head of his penis was kissing at the door of her center.

“Hera!” Diana cried out in a mixture of surprise, pain and pleasure. She had never felt like this….this stretched.
“Sssshh,” Bruce silenced her with a gentle kiss on her forehead and lips. He had hoped that her just ending orgasm would have made her ready for him. However, that was before he had entered into her. Just an inch in and already it felt like a vice was tightening around him.

Still shushing and caressing her, Bruce made slow progress until he reached her virginal barrier. He knew what he had to do now, slow or fast, it was going to hurt her and if he wasn’t careful….him.

“Diana,” his soft growl caused the suddenly stilled Diana to open her clenched eyes and look up at him, her pupils completely dilated. She gave Bruce a confused look as he took first one and then the other hand and placed them at the edge of the bed, guiding her fingers until she was grasping the bed and not him. “This will hurt.”

“Wha….” Diana started, letting out a loud shrill cry of pain as the feeling of being ripped apart shot through her. Never had she expected it be this hurtful and this…this….filling, the sheer depth of the intrusion literally blowing her away.

Having pierced her hymen, Bruce entered a completely unexplored part of her body, a part that even Diana had not reached, felt or explored before. Checking where he had placed her hands, Bruce barely stopped a whistle escaping his lips. Where they had been a smooth metal surface, crushed ripples left by her meta-powered fingers gave proof of his perceptiveness.

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Kissing and licking away the tears flowing from her eyes, Bruce stopped all other movements, allowing her to become acclimated to him. His eyes intently watched as the pain marring Diana’s perfect visage slowly gave way to an amused indifference, finally turning to a pleasurable smile. That was his signal to make a move….That and the slight twist of Diana’s hips.

Slowly drawing out, Bruce plunged in once again, not too hard, but enough to get a moan and an arched back out of her. Even if the pain of her hymen being torn had faded, the pain of the first time experience was still there.

“Uhn-Bruce.” Bruce reacted to her voice. Loosening her grip at his waist he moved them apart, allowing him more working space. When he plunged the next time, the pain Diana had felt earlier had vanished, only intense blissful pleasure.

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Firming his hands on either side of Diana’s face, his lips rubbing against hers, Bruce began to move inside her, his thrust soon falling into a rhythm, one that Diana matched with her own. Diana had her hands along Bruce’s shoulders and back, her fingers traversing the scarred skin of her lover, while feeling the tensed muscles flexing underneath.

Their thrusts rising in crescendo, Bruce felt Diana starting to tense, her body growing taut like a bow, signaling the approach of her orgasmic release. Rising away from her body, he sat up, grabbing her hips to pull her up with him, his thrusts growing longer, harder, Diana’s responses growing just as fervid. Such was the force of his thrusts that Diana’s hands returned to their previous position at the edge of the bed to prevent her from being lifted up and away from him.

Within seconds, Diana felt stirrings of an orgasm starting to ripple through her. At the same time, Bruce, who could feel her inner walls contracting and tightening around him, felt the familiar surge of his own orgasm on the underside of his erection. Ready to explode, he was beaten to the punch by Diana, who found her release seconds before his, their cries, moans and grunts filling the empty cave.

Together, they rode the waves of their orgasmic pleasure threatening to overtake and drown them, with Bruce collapsing onto the glowing beauty lying under him, her hands coming around to hold him to her, her soft mewling filling the space between them.

//End Flashback//

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Present,

Lost in the memory of her first time, Diana’s self-stimulations brought her to orgasm….just in time to catch the sounds of the approaching Batmobile.

Bruce had returned.


Note: By now you must have guessed...that is in case you missed out on the summary, this is a 'primarily' PWP series. However, instead of the normal, goody-two-shoes character we know about, the ones here are a bit freaky.

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