Batman: The Cure

Batman: The Cure


Bruce Wayne was in a foul mood…it had been two weeks since he ended his relationship with Helena Bertinelli and he was feeling the affects of the with drawl. She had not only been his lover but his companion as well. It had never bothered him before to wake up alone, in fact in the past after encounters he would often slip off after the woman fell asleep. But with Helena it had been different he had actually enjoyed waking up to find her next to him in the morning. She smelled like jasmine and her skin was as soft as satin. He enjoyed their endless hours of pillow talk. Some of their best conversations had been between the sheets. Bruce had never been much of a talker. But he found himself discussing and revealing all sorts of things with Helena that he had never discussed with other people. Including Alfred his closest confidant.

Then seeing her fawn over that slime in the courtroom had almost driven him to a rage. As much as he tried he couldn’t put the thought of them in bed together out of his head. Thinking of her clutching that man…the same way she had clutched him made him sick. There were few people whom Bruce wanted to kill. The Joker for killing Jason Todd. Bane for breaking his back. The man who had killed his parents.

But he had never wanted to kill a man for sleeping with his woman. Until then. How and why he allowed that rebellious infuriating girl get under his skin was beyond him. Granted she was attractive but not beautiful..he had courted and slept with much more attractive women before and had not even thought of them again five minutes after it was done. Yet here he was weeks later still thinking about the young woman whom had driven him to distraction.
He needed a cure.


The Model

He had seen her at some charity event. She had arrived with Will Fates the software billionaire whose operating system ran practically every computer application in the word. He was short and dweeby looking. She was tall and breathtakingly beautiful. With long black hair, deep brown eyes and a beautiful body. Just like Helena.

A discreet inquiry and he had found out her name was Daniella Ammavia. She was 25 years old and an Italian model. Her good years as a model must almost be at an end. She probably was now in search of a new means of support. Fates would be a nice cash cow. But he could tell just by the hungry way she stared after him that a woman like that would not want or be content with a dweeb like Fates heaving on top of her night after night. No a woman like that would want a more virile and masculine man. He knew the type. It was why Huntress had never settled for Nightwing. It was why she had held out until she had gotten the man she wanted. Batman.

When Ammavia had seen him staring at her she had given him a discreet smile which spoke volumes. They spent the evening circling each other like two matting jungle cats. Then while a speech was being made about the importance of preserving the wild life in New Jersey State. Bruce tilted his head towards the cloak room. He kissed her hungrily and pushed her up against the wall. Bruce pushed up her Donna Karan dress, undid his zipper and entered her without any sort of preamble. Grunting he thrust into her hard and deep as if it would be his very last time and he wanted to relish this moment. He felt her long talons biting into the jacket of his tuxedo.
“Gently Cara…”she admonished.
“You like this?” Bruce growled.
“Si! Si!” she exclaimed and began to murmur words of encouragement in Italian. He closed his eyes and imagined that it was his beloved Helena whom he was thrusting into. She too liked to utter words in Italian when she was turned on. Her words excited him so much that he rammed himself into her even harder. Until he brought her to what he was certain was an earth shattering orgasm. He knew he had one as he often did when he was with Helena Bertinelli. Bruce came shortly after that breathing hard he pushed off her. They both turned their backs to each other and adjusted their clothes. Bruce took her phone number and promised to call her.

The Socialite

He remembered her from the time he had saved her from a gang of car jackers in down town Gotham. She had been foolishly driving around on the streets of Gotham at 2am. Batman had chased them off with a good ass kicking. Afterwards either from fear or gratitude she had thrown herself at him…pressing her body to his. She had whispered that she would pay him back any way he wanted. Batman had pushed her away and seen her off. But not before taking note of her license plate number. When he had done a check of it later that night. He discovered that she was Heather Winters. The wife of Malcolm Winters the real estate tycoon. But Batman remembered her as Heather Bingham a woman Bruce Wayne had dated for a short time after his return to Gotham 12 years ago. She had dumped him shortly after realizing that she wouldn’t be squeezing a marriage proposal from him and had married Winters a year later. It was rumoured that their marriage was not a happy one. That Winters was a womanizer and psychologically could not escape his lower class roots and kept having affairs with hookers and strippers. Leaving his wife lonely and abandoned. But Batman simply remembered that he had never gone to bed with her. He had been too preoccupied starting out as Batman to participate in any sort of love affairs. He had made up for it big time since. If she was grateful to Batman for saving her life. Why shouldn’t he find out just how grateful she was? One day during a meeting with Winters he found that the developer was leaving for a trip to Los Angeles that night. Bruce knew that this was his opportunity to collect his reward from Mrs. Winters..and to find out just how grateful she was for Batman saving her life.

He found her sitting before her mirror getting ready to go to bed. She gasped in fright.
“I’m here to collect my reward,” he said cryptically. She smiled and walked over to him. Stroking his hard powerful body. It was one of the many times that Batman was grateful for a lifetime of physical fitness and weight lifting. His rock hard chiseled body and height had gotten him access to more women than he could count. Casanova would have been jealous.

Without any preamble she got to her knees before him. And gently rolled down his tights until his cock was at eye level with her.
“Oh my God,” She whispered, “It’s…”
“Huge,” he said.
“Yes,” she replied breathlessly.
“I get that a lot,” Batman said grinning.
Without any further preamble she took it in both hands and covered it with her mouth. It must have been ages since she had had a man because her mouth on his cock was like a vacuum and a suction. It took all of Batman’s control (tantric) to prevent himself from coming too quickly. He thought back to the mornings he would wake up in bed to find Helena’s mouth around his cock. Gently sucking at first and then becoming more intense as she went on. As if she were intent on giving him pleasure She would give him an orgasm whose effects he would feel an hour later. But not Heather Winters she was completely selfish..she devoured his cock as if it were her last meal. He buried his gloved fingers in her hair and pushed her head back and forth in movement with her head. When he felt that he was about to cum her pressed her head against his pelvis until his cock head could feel the back of her throat and released his load. Heather Winters swallowed hungrily. Why Winters spent money on hookers when he had a wife with a mouth like this was beyond him. This had to be one of the top ten blow jobs he had ever received in his life. And he had received many…women loved to suck on his cock.


The Catwoman

She was up to her usual tricks. Teasing him. Trying to seduce him. Though after more than ten years he would have thought that the she would have given it a rest. But the truth of the matter was that he actually loved it. He pretended that he wanted to have nothing to do with her because of her reputation as a thief. But the truth was that for Batman wanting was far more delicious and seductive than having. He knew she wanted him. And he resisted her because he knew it infuriated her. And it turned him on that it infuriated her. But he wanted to be something more than just simply a notch on her bedpost. He was sure that she had fucked Dick at one point and time…when he was young Robin as a way to get to him. Bruce wished that he had taught the boy more self control but who was he to talk when he had brought women back to the Manor? Fortunately he had not made the same mistake with young Tim Drake. During the brief time that Tim had lived with him. Bruce never brought any of his women home to the manor. The poor boy actually entertained (though he was certain Dick had enlightened him) the thought that Bruce Wayne was celibate. But it worked and Tim would not fall prey to Catwoman’s charms. As far as he knew Robin III could not stand the “feline fetal”.

Batman was his own man…had vowed for years to be his own man. He refused to be one of Selina Kyle’s obedient little dogs. Let her fuck all the high rollers of Gotham City. Let her fuck even his young partner. But she would never fuck him. No Batman would be the one to do the fucking.

“You like my costume Batman?” Selina purred rubbing her whip between her legs. Batman starred at her for a moment and said.
“It is quite nice. But it seems to be giving you a horrible itch.”
“Oh it’s not my costume that’s giving me a horrible itch,” she purred.
“And what could that be then?” Batman asked innocently.
Without a moments hesitation Selina pulled down the zipper at the front of her costume revealing small well rounded breasts.
She had a wonderful body….it was just too bad that she insisted on clinging to the “cheap hooker” routine.
“It’s you,” she said.
“Me?” Batman asked.
“Yes it is you who are making my pussy itch.”
Slowly Batman walked over to her.
“Would you like me to scratch it for you?” he asked slowly.
“Would you?” Catwoman purred.
“It would be my pleasure,” He plunged his hand inside her costume
and rammed his fore and middle finger inside her. With hard powerful thrusts he rubbed up against her G spot. She writhed sensuously beneath his hand.
“Like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she said softly.
“What’s that?”
“Yes!” she shouted.
He kept on thrusting until he could feel her approach. He remembered the last time he had done this to Huntress. They had been out on patrol one night and had accidentally spotted a couple having sex in the top floor of their condominium. Their curtains were wide open..and Batman guessed that since they were on the top floor and the opposing building was a deserted office building they were free to carry on. Totally oblivious of Gotham Cities two vigilantes who sat on top of the office tower watching intently. Neither Batman nor Huntress turned away. Instead Batman reached down and pulling the crotch of her shorts aside inserted two fingers into her already soaking wet pussy. He began to thrust hard; Huntress leaned back against his hard body. Not once taking her eyes off the sight of the couple who were diligently screwing their brains out below. She shuddered in orgasm just at the same time as the man and woman below did. Later they had retuned to Bruce Wayne’s penthouse and reenacted the entire scene on his living room couch…the curtains wide open.

It turned out later that they weren’t the only ones who had been seen. A few weeks later Oracle through Nightwing told Batman that he and Huntress should learn to be more discreet in their amorous encounters. Oracle had captured them twice on Gotham Cities surveillance cameras going at it. She had erased it before the authorities could get a chance to get a look at it. At the time Batman did not care.

Catwoman reached for him trying to grab at his crotch. But he pushed her back.
“Please Batman,” she said.
“Please what?” he asked cruelly.
“Please finish me properly. Please fuck me. With your cock.”
Batman laughed.
“Not tonight Selina. You’ve had enough already.”
With that he released his grappling hook and went sailing across to the next building. Below him he could see a half naked Catwoman yelling expletives at him.


Epilogue;


He found her one night overlooking Gotham city. He could smell her from 100 yards off that heady perfume “Narcisse” by Cloe that she always wore…even on patrol. It enveloped her body the very same way that her long purple cloak trimmed in white enveloped her hard yet still very feminine body. The mask she wore did very little to hide her sensual features. Looking at her made his heart ache.

She turned when she heard him approach. She stared at him for a moment as if un sure what he wanted.

“Bruce…” she murmured softly.


He walked up to her and touched her lower lip with his glove she opened her mouth to him and bit down on his thumb. He removed his thumb from her mouth and stroked her cheek. She could not see his eyes but she could feel his hunger.

“Bruce…” she murmured again.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. She did not resist but neither did she kiss him back. He molded her to his body as if he wanted them to be one. He wanted them to be one right this minute….on this rooftop. The same way that they had done so many times before. But he couldn’t. Her unfaithfulness and her betrayal was still fresh in his mind. And he could not forgive her for that. So he pushed her away.

It was then that he realized that no matter how many illicit sexual encounters he had with other women. It would not cure what ailed him.

There was no cure for love.

Not the love he held in his heart for…..

The Huntress.