Child of the Dark Knite

Chapter 4 A Knight So Long

PRESENT DAY

"Are you sure there's nothing that we can do now?" asked the medic on the phone.

"No, unless she can find the information she needs, we can't do anything. The pills are for pain and seizures, should there be any."

"Thank you Doctor Fitzroy. We'll keep you posted." The medic hung up the phone and turned to see Bruce Wayne step through the door. "There's really noting that we can do right now," the medic told him. "We also have authorization from the hospital to leave her here, if that's what you want."

"Fine," said the old man. "I'll need your help. She's fallen asleep, and I'd like for you to move her to one of the upstairs guest rooms. It'll be more comfortable for her."

"Absolutely, sir. Mark, MARK!" The medic's partner took off his music headphones, and turned to him. "Come on, we need to move the girl to another room."

"Ah man, that's a nurses job!" The second paramedic was young, and obviously impatient. He most likely went into the paramedic field for extra training to be a doctor. Heaven help the population.

Terry placed another chair next to the girl's bed, and showed the paramedics to the door. 'I remember,' he thought. 'I remember that night. In this very room. I wish she never left. Why did she go?'

"You let me sleep?" she asked, turning to him, breaking him from his musings.

"You needed it," he said softly.

"No, don't let me sleep. Please!" she begged. "If I fall asleep, I may not wake up. Please, please don't let me sleep."

"Easy, don't get so upset. You'll hurt yourself. Come on now, easy."

She gasped for breath trying to settle her pounding heart and fears. "Tell me how your mother knew to send you to me. And why?"

She wiped stray fearful tears on the sheet over her, and tried to relax. Remembering what her mother had said. "She passed her exams, and was off for the summer. She tried to get work as a paramedic, but all the positions were filled, and she couldn't get in anywhere. She took a job as a courier for a local company. She was fast. They provided the bike. She provided the speed. They nicknamed her Tracks, 'cause she took off one day so fast, they swore she left rubber tire tracks on the pavement."

"Sounds like she had some fun."

"She did. Never had any trouble about people opening car doors without looking, never got into an accident or anything. But at night, just before she'd fall asleep, she'd look out at the rooftops, wondering why he never came. She hadn't seen Batman since the night the thugs broke up their dinner. Then one day, she was in the market district..."

August 17, 2001

"...and I'll need your signature here," Jennifer handed the man the clipboard, and showed him where to sign in order to send his package. It was hot, but luckily this guy ran a fish market, and the ice under the fish was everywhere, the chill of it melting was nice on her legs, though she could have done without the smell. "Thank you, and I thank you for choosing Gotham City Streekers." She hated saying that. The manager, and owner, couldn't think of a more embarrassing, more humiliating, name for his courier company, than Streekers. Every time she said the name to a man, she got some really lewd looks. She tucked the guy's package, a thick envelope to some accountant across town, into her backpack and kicked the stand up on her bike. She looked around to make sure the way was clear, that's when she saw him. Mr. Pennyworth. 'Oh god. What if he thinks I'm following him?' she thought. The British man stepped back and accepted a bag from another man, tall and well built. She recognized him immediately. Bruce Wayne. He was as handsome as the gossips had said. But she liked the mystery of the Bat more. Something about that forbidden fruit idea she suspected. 'I wonder if Pennyworth has seen or heard from Batman?' Quickly, she scrawled a note, and tucked it into her hand. Then she made sure she left her backpack unzipped, and started to jog towards the older gentleman, not really watching where she was going, or at least pretending not to. Just as she had quickly planned, she bumped into Pennyworth, and the bags he was carrying, and the contents of her backpack, spilled out onto the ground, as the two crashed down together. "I'm so sorry!" she said, as she quickly picked up a few of the items on the ground and handing them to him, her note directly under his thumb as he took them from her.

"It's quite alright," said the man, but when she looked at him, he realized who she was. 'Oh my.'

"Really Mister, I'm really sorry," she said, picking up the rest of the items and her deliveries. "I guess the heat got to me. Please don't call my boss. He'll fire me for sure."

"Nonsense Miss," he replied, seeing her note and the look in her eyes, pleading for him to play along. He was glad of it. What would Bruce say if they suddenly started talking about that night, and he came out in the middle of it? "I quite understand. The heat lately has been unbearable. Don't worry about your boss. No damage done, and your employ is quite safe."

"Thanks, have a good day." She righted her bike and began to jog again out of the market.

"Alfred?" asked Bruce, who'd watched the whole exchange from the shop he was at. man man shook his head, indicating that she had said nothing, and tucked the note into his pocket. Bruce looked back to where Jen had run off to, and watched her peddle away. 'Gotham City Streekers Delivery.'

That afternoon, Alfred put away the groceries and then remembered about the note in his pocket. They had run into one of Bruce's friends in the market, and they started going everywhere with him, and with all else that was going on he'd almost completely forgotten about it. One thing he was glad of, was that Bruce had allowed him to put a battery operated cooler in the trunk of the limo, in order to keep the meat and other produce cool till they got home. He'd hate to think of what the fish smelled like this late in the afternoon. Yuck.

"Alfred?"

"Yes, master Bruce?"

"The note," he glanced at his hand, "What did she write?"

"I was just about to look," quickly he did, and read it out loud. " ' Have you seen or heard from him? I'm worried. You know how to reach me.' " Bruce nodded, "She's smart."

"She did promise not to pry into the Batman's life. And I'm sure that seeing me at the market was purely coincidence."

"I know," he handed Alfred an envelope, and a paper with a phone number on it. "Call this number, tell them I have a package to be delivered."

"Right away."

She turned her bike into the garage, the headquarters of the Streekers, and was welcomed by shouts and cheers from the other couriers. "Welcome back Tracks," they called, she smiled and waved back. She wanted a shower. This was her last run for the day, and she was looking forward to getting home.

"Tracks!" called the boss.

"Yes sir!"

"Got a customer who lives out of town, has a package to come here. Says he met a charming woman in the market today, and insists that you be the one to come and get it. Sense you're the only woman I have, I know it's you."

"Who's the customer?" She had to be sure, she'd met several men at the market over the course of the day. Could it be Pennyworth? "Wayne."

She suddenly felt very refreshed. "Where is he?" The man handed her the piece of paper, with the address on it, as she sped passed, picking up speed as she rounded the corner out of the garage.

She pressed the door bell to Wayne manor. 'You could have used the phone,' she thought. The door opened, and a young dark haired boy appeared at the door, cordless phone to his ear. "Yeah?" he asked.

"Gotham City Streekers. I'm here to pick up a package," she said with a smile.

"Oh, yeah, hang on. ALFIE!" he yelled. "The Courier is here. He'll be just a minute, come on in."

"Thank you." 'The kid must be Wayne's son, he seems too at ease to be the son of a butler, if 'Alfie' is the butler.'

"So anyway Dan, the paddles are for the new Sega game system. Bruce has me testing them out, and I was hoping you could get your mom to drop you off...." The boy's hair was mussed, as Alfie came down the hall, and gave him a gentle push into the living room, or at least in that direction.

The boy waved the man's hands off his neat hair, and continued his discussion with his friend on the other end of the phone connection. "Thank you for coming," said Alfie, "I am Alfred Pennyworth. Master Bruce wishes to have this delivered to Mr. Baldwin at Wayne Enterprise at once. He's waiting for it."

'Guess it is a legit call.' "Sure," she set about measuring the package and filled out the paperwork. She was about to tuck it into her backpack, when Bruce Wayne strode into the corridor.

"Hold up," he called. "I forgot something." She handed him the package, he opened it, and tucked a CD case inside. Then he handed it back to her, a broad smile across his face. "Thank you. How long will it take for you to get it there?"

She looked at her watch. "Give me 45 minutes, and I'll be waving to the security guards on the way out the door." She smiled back. He had nice blue eyes, and a sweet smile.

"Great, I'll let him know to expect you." He calmly returned to his office. 'She looks tired,' he thought, 'and I can see the anxiousness in her eyes. But she hides her expression of knowing Alfred very well. I should go see her. I will. Tonight. I'll make the time.'

"As to that other matter in the market," Alfred whispered, "I'm afraid not."

She sighed and nodded, slung her pack across her shoulders, had him sign the credit card receipt, then left.

Tomas Baldwin was sitting behind his desk as the courier strode in. "You must haveken ken the sound barrier," he said, smiling at the tall slim woman. "Bruce said that a courier was coming form his place, but he never said you were a knock out."

"Thank you sir, please sign here?" She handed him the clipboard and pen, then pulled the package form her pack she'd let fall off one shoulder.

Baldwin scrawled his name across the line, and took the package from her. "You doing anything tonight? I'm heading out on the town, and was wondering if you wanted to tag along?"

"Thank you," she said as she took back the board and handed him the envelope. "But, no, sorry, I'm washing my hair tonight. Have a nice day, and thank you for choosing Gotham City Streekers." She turned and left, the man smiling as she strode out.

She glanced at her watch as the elevator reached the loby, 44 minutes. She waved to the security guard and stepped out onto the sidewalk, still looking at her watch. 45 minutes. 'Man, sometimes I even amaze myself.' She unlocked her bike and rode back to the garage. The Boss was still there, as usual. He practically lived in that little cubicle. "Here you go boss. The day's receipts."

"Great. Now go home and be careful. I want you back out there first thing tomorrow."

"Tomorrow is Saturday," they had an agreement. She never worked on Saturdays.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. But, Jason got hit by a car today. He's out for the rest of the summer." Jason Leaders was one of the weekend shift workers, and worked as a road crew sign person during the week.

"Great, can't one of the other guys work Saturday?"

"Already asked, none took it. The usual staff will be here for Saturday, you can show them how it's really done." He slid the window shut, indicating the end of the discussion. 'Great,' she thought. She left, leaving her gear on her bike, as all the others had done, and went home. Grateful that she only lived two blocks away.

She dropped down on her bed, her hair in a towel, and her body clean from her bath. It felt good. She'd been ridding around the city so much that she'd built up at least an inch of sweat all over her. She always felt good Friday nights, that is till this night. She flicked on the small black and white TV and flipped through the channels, nothing on. "Jenny," came her father's voice. "Your mother and I are heading out. Sure you don't want to come?"

Her folks always went out Fridays, kind of like a date. Friday was their only day really to themselves, so she hated to intrude. The summer staff took care of the guests checking in and heading out, and her father and mother took care of the maintenance of the Inn. Small though it was, the 25 room Inn kept them very busy, especially sense they received high mention in a Traveler's magazine. "No dad, I have to work tomorrow. One of the guys got hit by a car today, and no one else will take the shift."

"Sorry honey, you take care. Get some sleep."

"Have a good time." She took the rubbing compound off her nightstand and began to rub down her legs. This was what she needed, something to calm her. Rubbing down always did that. Finishing she put the compound back, took the towel off her head, combed her wet hair a bit, and then fell asleep. Not really meaning to with her hair still wet. But what can you do?

She woke to someone touching her chin, startled, she sat bolt upright in her bed. "Easy there now babe," came a male voice in the dark. "Don't want to disturb the mood." She tried to scream, but he quickly put his hand over her mouth. Before he could do anything, he suddenly found himself on the other side of the room, looking up from clothes that had fallen on him as he pulled himself out of her closet. Batman stepped up to him. His menacing silhouette illuminated by Jen turning on her bedside lamp.

"Get out," he said to Jen. "Call commissioner Gordon, I'll take care of him."

"Right," she didn't care what happened, she just wanted out. Through the crashing around in her room, she told the Commissioner of police what had happened, who was pounding the intruder, and to get to her place quick, if they wanted a piece of him. Soon Officer Montoya showed up at the door with her partner, and took the battered, would-be, rapist into custody. Jen gave her statement, commenting that the Batman may have seen him enter her apartment somehow, and realized what was going on. Montoya didn't argue the point, although she had been there a few months before, picking up some of the Hells gang members that the Batman had knocked around a bit.

"You ok?" asked Batman, as she returned to her room, after everyone had left.

"I'm ok," she answered, still shaking a bit.

"Where are your folks?"

"Out for the night. It's their weekly thing."

"Does the front desk know what happened here?"

"Yeah. Says he came in looking for someone named Edmond. We have one staying in room 15."

"He chose a name from the register. That guy must hbeenbeen watching you all day. That's the only way he'd know you were here alone."

"I guess."

"You can't stay here. Come on. Call the desk, tell them you're going to stay with a friend."

"Yeah, but where do I go?"

"I'll take care of that."

Soon, the message left for her folks at the desk, she found herself in the Bat Mobile whizzing through the late night Gotham City streets. For some reason, she couldn't explain, she fell asleep. She'd never been able to fall asleep in a moving vehicle, it made her sick. She woke up in a large soft bed, a dim light from somewhere beyond the canopy, a gentle breeze drifting through the open patio doors. She hadn't changed out of her long nightshirt; she just put her uniform into a duffle bag and brought it with her. "Batman?" she called softly. As if blown in by the wind, he glided out from behind the curtains. "Is this your place?"

"In a way," he sighed. "Feel better?"

"Yes." He strode over and sat down next to her. The look on his face, what of it she could see, was worried. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing you can help with," he said, "Just some crooks I have to track down."

"Right now?" She traced her fingers over his hand on the bed next to her. He looked down at her slender fingers, tan lines of her leather bike gloves patterned their way across her skin.

"No," he sighed, reaching his other hand to her chin. Slowly he leaned in and kissed her, gently at first, not wanting to frighten her. After all, she was almost rapped a few hours ago.

She parted his lips with her tongue, asking with a gentle turn of her head to deepen his kiss. He responded, and pulled her to him, his tongue searching hers out in the dance. He pressed his body closer to her and she responded by melting into his arms. Laying her back on the bed, he kisher her neck and ran his hands over her breasts. She squirmed in surprise and allowed him to turn her head with his chin to kiss the other side of her neck. She tried to see the clock on the wall, but her vision began to spin wildly, as feelings erupted in her that she thought she'd buried, to cope with her studies. She gripped his shoulders and began to nibble on his chin as he rose to look at her.

He let her pull at his skin, and manipulate her teeth to bite softly, then he slowly slid down her body to lick her stomach. She winced in slight pain, and he looked at her. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt her. "Your belt," she said softly, "it's pinching my hip." He, immediately, pulled the metal strip from around his waist and flung it across the room, as though it were an attacking snake. He then lowered himself until he could see the tiny red mark on her hip where his belt had injured her. He lightly kissed it, and slowly ran his tongue along her stomach, and up the middle of her chest, removing her button front nightshirt as he went.

She felt his warm breath on her skin, and stretched with delight, she moaned in pleasure as he gently pulled back her shirt, and suckled her breast. She could feel his size press against her thy, but he didn't push her to proceed until she was ready. She outlined his skull with her fingertips, circling the area where the points of his mask protruded from the top. He never thought that such a touch would accelerate his desires.

He had switched from one breast to the other, and impressed upon it his gentle touch. He slid his hand between her thighs and pressed his gloved fingers to her pleasure zone. She cried out for more and he gladly gave it. Feeling her warm area wet with passion, he pressed his fingers into her hole. She squeezed his intruding digits, a delighted smile on her lips. She pulled her suckling lover from her nipple and pressed her lips to his. Responding to her assault, he pressed his fingers further into her. She, in turn, lifted her pelvis slightly to give him betacceaccess.

There were many times that he dreamed of taking her, but never in his wildest of dreams, did he think of one of the guest rooms in his own home. "Don't remove your mask," she said, as he lovingly nipped at her neck. "I can't be the one who will bring you down."

"I had no intention of doing that," he said between nips, "but thank you for telling me so." He pressed his hand between her legs again, and slid his fingers into her. Again she cried out, and lifted her pelvis to give herself to him. She reached down the Dark Knight's body to the protruding lump between his legs. He sighed, as her fingers grasped at his pole, still imprisoned in his costume.

She sat up and turned to face him, not letting his fingers slide out of her body. He allowed her to massage his chest, feeling his muscles beneath her touch bulge. She ran her hands around his waist, looking for the separation in the cloth of his uniform. She had found it, pulling the lower half open, she reached inside and found his throbbing shaft, waiting for her touch. She allowed it to emerge and stretch out over her hand, then lowering his trousers just a little, she gently pulled his pole out into the light. He was big. Not only did his thickness exceed her hopes, his length was almost more than twice the length of her outstretched hand. She had men who seduced her before, but none exhibited the care and gentleness that this man gave her.

He had sworn to protect the people of Gotham, but never harm them. He never thought once, or even twice, about seducing one of them. Not as the Dark Knight anyway. He wondered if she would think differently of him if he refused. He felt her strengthen her gentle grip on his shaft, and her hands slowly massaged the length of him. He held her close and nipped at her ear, she put one arm around his waist, but still held his shaft in the other. He couldn't refuse. She wanted him, he'd made her feel that, and he wanted her, he'd known that for a long while now.

He laid her back on the bed, and thrust his pelvis to move his pole faster through her grip. He wondered how she felt, to know that the Batman was about to stab pleapleasing muscle into her warm moist interior. He pressed his fingers further into her, feeling her cervix at his fingertips. She arched her back, and squeezed him gently. She would never be more willing then now, but he wanted to tease her a little longer. His arms shook a little in anticipation, as he moved down her body. She lost her grip on hid ded decided to gently glide her hand over his firm buttocks. She shrieked in surprise as his tongue slid across her clit. He looked up at her and twitched his imbedded fingers. She squirmed under his assault. He licked her again and she grabbed his ankle. He suckled on her clit and moved his fingers inside her, while he carefully placed a rubber sheath over himself. She called out to him for more, and arched her back as her muscles contracted.

He could wait no longer, he wanted to feel her beneath him. He moved over her body, pulling his cape over them both like wings. She held his shoulders as he manipulated her legs into the position he wanted. He gently kissed her as he positioned his shaft to enter her. She pulled his pelvis down, an action he was not prepared for. She cried out as he collapsed into her. His length sliding into her, and stabbing her harshly, as he exceeded her ability to accommodate his size. He clutched her body, desperately trying to restrain himself. Finally, he felt her relax and he gently kissed her. She braced her teeth against his forearm as he gently began to thrust at her. He grunted slightly with each movement as her muscles griped him for extra pleasure. He stabbed into her harder and faster, she held his hips as he moved, asking with each stab at her for one that was a little harder.

He rose above her, pulling her waist onto his thighs and rammed her harder and harder. She cried out in longing and rose up on her hands to allow his size to gently chafe against her clit. He felt her muscles begin to tighten around him, and he pressed harder still, to bring her beyond ecstasy. She suddenly began to scream, she threw her arms around his shoulders for extra support, and encouraged him to move a little faster. The Dark Knight rammed into her as fast as he could, he could feel her juices ooze out of her from where they were joined, but still he thrust on. He wanted release as much as he made her crave it.

Pulling her completely upright on his lap, he kissed her quivering lips and rolled over onto his back. He let her rise above him, and grasped her breasts, as she vigorously ground herself along his pole. He closed his eyes as he felt his eagerness begin to grow. He quickly rolled over again, pinning her to the mattress, and threw his weight into her, his senses lost in the coming storm of ecstasy, his body moist with desire. Suddenly she could feel his size begin to twitch, and a warmth spread within her, he gasped for air trying to keep up with his thrusts, but the release left him weakened, in a way he didn't expect. Slowly he lowered his body to hers, pulling her lips to a kiss. She gasped for breath with him, trying to sort out the emotions that had flooded over them. "Oh no," she gasped, realizing what he'd just done.

"Don't worry," he sighed, "I put one on..."