Batman: Thank You

He had wanted to do this for months. No. if he were to be really honest with himself, he had probably wanted to do this for years.
From the shadows of the opposite building he watched her a light on the rooftop pulling in her jump line. She then walked over to the middle of the building and raised what he knew was the sky light before silently jumping down. How should he do this?
Maybe he should come back at another time. He thought turning to leave. But he knew how much his gratitude meant to her. Even if she pretended that it did not . When he had tried to tell Oracle that she knew how grateful he was.
Oracle had insisted that it would mean much more if he visited her and told her face to face. He owed her that much at least. So he agreed, reluctantly to do so. Even if he owed it to her. It still did not mean that he wanted to do it. Not that he wasn’t grateful. It was that the wondered how she would react to him . Their whole relationship had been a rocky one. Filled with acrimony and discord. Then of course the entire No Man Land episode did not help things at all. He had not liked using her the way the had . But it had to be done. But she had made him proud by rising to the occasion and saving those babies. She had backed down from his accusations and instead of skulking off and sulking like a child. She had gone above herself and helped those in dire need putting her life on the line. And taking three shots from the gun of the Joker.
Then she had gone and saved his life months ago. She could have ignored the call stating that she was not a part of his inner circle.. Or walked away after seeing the amount of men there were to take on. No that was not her way. Instead she had charged in like a fury with the same kind of skill and fury he had when he had first started out. But the thing that moved him the most was when she had been knocked down and uttered the words “Damn you….Not going down…Not in front of you.” She had then risen to her feet and took them all out. The words were etched in his mind. It all meant that she had done it all because she did not want to fail in front of him. She respected him that much. His opinion of her was important. It touched him and made him realize that perhaps there was hope for……
The light in the room below was still on signifying that she still must be awake. He remembered the last time he had been here. It was to find out where she had been after her three month absence from Gotham City. When she had returned she was accompanied by a tall handsome man with red hair who instinctively ran to her defense when Batman had tried to question her about her whereabouts. It was as if the man, whom Batman later found out was the Question, was acting as her protector which bothered Batman a little since that was the way he had seen himself. He and the rest of the group had spent endless hours trying to vindicate her of the crime of killing Karen Frazier and Claudio Panessa. They had done what they needed to do. Now that she was back he allowed her to clear herself . She had done so.
The memory brought out admiration in him and something else he had tried to supress. He wondered if what he had tried to surpress was now rising to the fore and if that was the reason he was here.
He tapped on the glass. She soon emerged wearing a silk navy blue house robe.
“May I come in?” He asked after raising the skylight.
Her eyes widened in surprise as if she were not expecting him to be so polite.
“Sure,” she responded nodding.
Batman alighted lightly on the floor before her.
“I came by to thank you for your help while I was hurt. You saved my life.”
“You’re welcome,” Helena Bertinelli, who also was known as the Huntress, said softly.
There was a pregnant pause. While Batman struggled with what to say next. When they had spoken in the past it had always been with acrimony.
“I came to speak with you about joining the team.”
Helena’s lips twisted into an ironic grin.
“Do you want me to join because you think I belong or as pay back for what I did? Because if that’s the case then I would rather pass. I don’t want your charity.”
“This is not charity,” he interrupted, “I sincerely think that there is a place for you among us. And that you belong. There has always been a place for you if you would only—“
“Toe the line”, she interrupted. “And follow your methods? No thanks. If you want me to join . You’ll have to accept me as I am. For who I am . I won’t change for you Batman. I can’t.”
“Helena. Your methods are too reckless. You put the lives of others in danger. Furthermore your willingness to kill and take lives in unacceptable.”
“Don’t lecture me about killing, ”Helena spat. “I have never have never taken the life of anyone wantonly and never anyone who did not deserve it. Scumbags who couldn’t be caught . Or if they were they were bound to walk on some technicality. I used killing as a solution to criminals who don’t scare so easily by a man in tights, pointy ears and who they know won’t take their life. Don’t lecture me on killing Batman. When we both know that your reluctance to kill is out of your own self-righteousness, than any respect for life.”
Batman’s lips quickly thinned and his cheeks became white in anger.
“Life to me is the paramount of importance. It is the reason for my work and why it is so effective.”
“Oh come off it Batman!,” She scoffed crossing her arms across her chest. Batman followed the movement with his eyes. "I’ve seen you take down crooks. You’re just as wild and as reckless I am. The only reason you don’t kill is to justify what you do. You think by sparing the life of perps it makes you righteous and lends credibility to what you do. But it doesn’t. How many times have you sparred the life of the Joker and Two Face? How many times have you marched them off to Arkham only to see them escape and kill again? You’re just as guilty as they are! You could have stopped their killing right then and there by finishing them off for once and for all. How many people have to die inadvertently because of your self-righteous vow not to kill?”
“The fact of the matter Huntress,” Batman growled barely controlling his voice,”You are ruining what I –what we are trying to do in Gotham. It may be imperfect but it does work. Our job is to fight crime-not act as judge jury and executioner. One of the reasons we function so effectively. Is because we work inside of the law and because of this the Gotham police is willing to look the other way on our behalf. It is because we help them to achieve their objectives. They are not going to continue to look the other way and give us room to maneuver if you continue to act like a woman on the rampage.”
“Well that’s your problem isn’t it? Huntress snapped. “I’m not part of your inner circle and I refuse to take orders from you. Not while you continue to cling to your ridiculous sense of black and white morality. By catching criminals to see them escape only to commit their crimes again and again.”
Batman stepped up to her, he looked large and looming but Helena refused to step back. She was so close that Batman could smell the scent coming off her body. He recognized it as a mixture of ocean spray body wash and her own natural body ordure.
He found it intoxicating.
“You know Huntress, I have spent too much time and energy and resources in this to allow you to destroy what I built. You want to play the spoilt little girl which is what you are. The find another way to do it. You cross the line one more time. I will take you down myself”.
Helena her blood boiling with anger reached out to hit him. But he caught her by both wrists.
“You son of a bitch!” she hissed how dare you come in her and presume to tell me what to do!”
“It’s high time someone told you what to do,” he replied his face just inches from hers, ”With your volatile personality. You are bound to self-destruct sooner or later. You are just too stubborn and immature to see it.”
“Well at least it is far better than you, who actually deludes himself into thinking that he is doing good and making a difference when he is actually nothing better than a glorified thug!”
It was then that he did it.
He pulled her against his body crushing his mouth to hers in a fierce and passionate kiss. At first Helena resisted but then miracles of miracles she was kissing him back . Her tongue plunging furiously into his mouth and stroking his tongue. Her own firm hard body pressed against his own. Batman could swear that he could feel her nipples through the kevlar. He pulled back breathless.
“Are You---“ he began his voice hoarse with desire, ”Do you want me to stop?”
“I’ll kill you if you do,” she replied before covering his mouth with her own once more. Batman let go of her wrists and folded her into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him deeply and holding him tightly. His hands began to move to her shoulders pulling the robe she was wearing off her shoulders, the belt slowly began to undo itself and the robe fell open. Batman pulled back and gasped. She wasn’t nude but was instead wearing a matching sky blue cotton bra and panties. They complimented nicely her athletic but still very feminine physique. She shrugged the robe off and it fell to the floor.
“You’ve never seen a woman in her underwear before Batman?” She asked smiling rubbing the flat of her hands across his powerful chest.
“No….,” He murmured kissing her on the forehead then tracing the bra straps with his fore fingers., “I just haven’t seen you. Though I have imagined it countless times before.”
“And does it live up to expectations?” she murmured against this lips.
“No it surpasses them,” he replied kissing her again. She pulled him backwards aiming towards the bedroom. But missed and hit the wall just outside the bathroom instead.
He began to tug off his gloves and threw them down on to the floor. He wanted to feel her bare skin with his finger tips. He ran his right hand over her breasts and down along her stomach until he reached her panties. He slipped his hand underneath.. She knew what he wanted because she parted her legs. Her arms still around his neck she buried her face against his shoulder. He did not enter her just yet. . There would be enough time for that later. Instead he grasped her clitoris between his middle finger and index finger and began to gently rub. It produced the desired effects. Huntress gasped in ecstasy and dug her fingers into his strong powerful neck. It was the first of many orgasms he would give her that night. Slowly he withdrew his hand.
“Don’t—“ she began.
“Shh wait,” he replied kissing her forehead. “No need to rush….”
They kissed once more then began to trail kisses down her body stopping to undo the hooks of her bra with his teeth. He licked each of her nipples until they were hard nibs. She grasped him by the back of his cowl
“Please…”she begged. Batman chuckled softly as his lips continued down..down…down. Over her the ridges of her stomach until he knelt on the floor before her.. He looked up into her eyes. She took his could face in her hands, tracing her thumb slowly along his lips. He opened his mouth and she slipped her thumb inside. He began to suck..
“You know,” he began, “You taste like honey and spices,”
“And that’s just for an appetizer,” she replied her voice low and husky. Her rich brown eyes were filled with desire—not hate—but pure desire. For him.
Batman hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and slowly began to peel them down her thighs until they fell downs to her ankles. She stepped out them and parted her legs. She was right, he thought as his mouth covered her sex. She tasted even better. Like everything he ever imagined and more. His tongue was relentless, spurring her on and on over and over again with one orgasm after another. He had wanted this for far too long. He could not figure out why he had denied it for so long? Why had he never approached her before? He pleasured her with his mouth for a full thirty minutes until she begged him to stop. When he came up for air his face was covered with her juices. Bending forward she took his face in her hands and licked her juices from his lips.
“I want to see you,” she said softly.
Batman froze. He knew fully well what she was referring to. She wanted to know his identity. But he knew that he had denied himself long enough what he had wanted forever in his heart. If this was going to work for both of them then there was no sense in keeping anymore secrets. He rose slowly to his feet and stood before her. He reached up to remove his cowl but she stopped him.
“May I ?” she asked softly,”I mean if you don’t want me to I understand…but I’ve wanted to see who you really are for so long..”
“Go ahead,” he replied,”I owe you that much.”
He bowed his head and she reached up grasping the cowl with both hands and slowly pulled it from his head. She gasped in surprise.
“Bruce Wayne!” she exclaimed,”You’re Batman?”
Bruce raised his head and looked at her the expression on his face anxious. As Bruce Wayne he might have been the object of desire for hundreds of women. But knowing something about Huntress he knew that Bruce Wayne or the personae he adopted –the shallow moronic playboy would be one of the last men she would be attracted to. Would she be repulsed now?
“I mean I knew it was someone with money. But never in a million years did I think that it was you!”
“Is that okay?” he asked,” I mean does it change things…”
“No of course not,” she assured him kissing his chin then licking the corner of his mouth. She kissed him once on the cheek before pulling back and unhooking the fasteners on his cape. It felt much lighter than it looked. It fell to the ground in a whoosh. She reached out and undid his utility belt. That fell to the floor with a thud. She traced the bat insignia on his chest with a forefinger then kissed it gently.
“I….,”she began her voice choked with emotion. “I don’t…”
“Don’t say anything, “ he replied placing a thick finger over her sensual lips. She smiled then began to tug at his tunic pulling it over his head. She smiled slowly at seeing his physique. Obviously his chiseled appearance in costume was not solely due to tricks of tailoring. He was the genuine thing. His body was broad massively muscular. His shoulders as square as bricks. His wide, deep chest was hairless and covered with scars evidence of the battles he had fought. His abdominals were scalloped ridges .His biceps were almost as huge as melons. He almost looked like the statue of Hercules she had seen on her trip to Rome as a child.
In short he was everything she had ever imagined. Strong, chiseled, Powerful. Primal.
And he was all hers.
She began to run her fingers over then kiss the nicks and scars of his body. She stopped and lingered on one located on the obliques of his left side. There it was.
“This is where I accidentally hit you,” she said touching it, the scar had healed nicely but it was still faintly visible.
Bruce looked down and smiled.
“Yes that’s right, “ he replied,” This is where the arrow struck. You fought like a demon. To get away from me and Nightwing. But you know what?”
“No.”
“I won’t let you escape me this time,” he said softly.
She wrapped her arms around his neck once more and kissed him. Her hands slipped down to his front caressing his member. She was surprised at what she found. It was huge. She pulled back and looked at him in surprise. Bruce grinned wickedly.
“It’s all for you.”
Helena laughed softly and began to resume her travel of her lips down his chiseled body. Over his solid pectorals and the ridges of his abdominal until she knelt before him. Slowly she pulled down his spandex tights. Until they reached his knees. There it was. Huge and well proportioned just like the man himself. She would enjoy having that stuffed inside her later. But for now….
She took his cock in both hands. Slowly with butterfly strokes of her tongue she licked the “helmet” of his cock. Bruce groaned above her his hands pressed flat against the wall, trying to think of anything but the sweet torture she was putting him through so that he would not climax. She then let go off of his cock with her hands, running the flat of her hands against his hard muscular thighs. They were like two pillars of marble. The Man was solid muscle and it turned her on to no end. She left the head of his cock in her mouth and continued to suck and lick it as if it were sweets, never moving down to the shaft. Bruce not being able to stand it anymore began to stroke his shaft. But she reached out and removed his hands.
“No,” she said gently grasping his shaft in her hands., “Let me. It’s my turn to return the favor you gave me.”
It was then that she began to swallow in earnest.
Each time she sensed that he was about to come. She withdrew and either licked his balls—or rose to her feet and began to kiss him deeply. Until his erection subsided. And she began her ministrations on his cock once more. This continued for about twenty minutes until finally Bruce could no longer take it. When he saw that she was about to withdraw her mouth from his cock, he placed his hands behind her head and emptied his tribute into her throat. But he knew the best was yet to come. They both knew it. She helped him to remove his boots and his tights. Then he gently helped her to her feet and scooped her into his strong arms and carried her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.
He immediately began to cover her hard muscular body with kisses. Not so much as a form of foreplay but as worship for the woman she was and what she meant to him. He knew that after all this he would not be able to simply turn around and walk away from this and not simply just because she now knew who he was. Bruce felt as if he had swallowed a drug from which there was no cure and that drug was Helena Bertinelli. Huntress .
She had stalked and hunted him without even knowing it. He had waited subconsciously for this for a long time. He had wanted her more than he wanted Silver , Diana or even Talia. And now it appeared:
Helena wanted him too.
Reaching up to his shoulders she pulled him up to him, so that they were face to face. Gently Bruce nestled himself between her thighs.
It was time.
Helena reached down between his legs and grasping his cock in her hands she placed him inside her.
Ah yes, she thought, this was it, a perfect fit. It was exactly where he belonged. Deep inside her. She wrapped her long legs around his waist and wrapped her arms around his neck. He did not move at first simply glad to experience and exhilarate in this new sensation. His sweat dampened midnight tresses mingling with hers. Their tongues lapping at each other .
Helena could hardly believe what was happening. This was a dream come true. Not only did she have one of the wealthiest men in the entire country in her bed. She also had Batman. The man whom she had secretly idolized since she was teenager. And the man she had lusted after as an adult. And what made this even more exciting was that he had sought her out. After their stormy relationship filled with fighting, slights and insults this was actually happening. Her affair with Nightwing had been a blast. But if she were to be honest it was Batman whom she had really wanted. Nightwing was a great stand in. But as the old adage went. “There ain’t nothing like the real thing”.
Even if she hated his need to control, his judgmental attitude towards her. She still could not help but be turned on by his grace his skill. His discipline. She had always wondered what he was like behind that stoic resolve. What would it be like to break through that wall of his of his and caress his skin. What would it be like to be kissed by him. What would it feel to be made love to by him.
Now she knew.
She dug her nails into his muscular back just as she came. She arched her body against his meeting his thrust for thrust. Soon Bruce could no longer stand it. His movements became more vigorous. He kept calling out her name over and over again. Alternating between ‘Helena’ and ‘my Huntress’ Helena wrapped her right hand around his neck pulling him close.
“Come for me Batman.”
She smothered his mouth with a kiss just as he cried out in ecstasy.


Helena awoke the following morning and found Batman sitting beside her on the edge of her bed. She smiled and reached out to him. He took her hand in his and kissed it.
“Goodmorning,” he said bending forward and kissing her. She grasped him gently by the jaw with both hands and kissed him back deeply.
“Goodmorning,” she replied.
“It’s almost dawn,” he said nuzzling her nose. "I have to leave, but I’ll get back to you later. Last night was…”
“Wonderful,” she replied. “I would love for it to happen again.”
“Oh it definitely will,” He replied firmly bending his head and allowing his cowled nose to trail over her chin down her throat. He pulled back the sheets and kissed both of her breast. “I want you to be my….partner in every single sense of the word.
Helena sat up. She had waited a lifetime to hear these words.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes I’m serious. I was serious when I first came here last night. You belong with us Huntress,” He looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire and devotion, “You belong with me.”