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DC Verse Comics › Batman
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,130
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0
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Currently Reading:
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DISCLAIMERS
Batman and the DC Universe are property of DC Comics. I'm not making any profit from this.
Ganymede (a.k.a. Wonderboy) and Skyboy are Original Character creation of their respective players. HyperMUX is not owned or operated by me. I only claim responsibility for Batman's role play.
HyperMUX can be found here: http://hypermux.spodzone.com/
Visit Ganymede's gallery: http://kiwihobbit.deviantart.com
This story is told from Batman's point of view.
Not Beta'd - if you feel the urge, I'd greatly appreciate it!
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Bruce.
The way he said my name. It was like a lover's caress. It sent a shiver up my spine. I hadn't heard my name spoken like that in too long.
I'd demanded it of him. When he claimed to know who I am but didn't actually say it, I needed to know. I needed to hear my name on his lips.
Not Batman.
Bruce.
If he hadn't triggered the tear gas defense mechanism by trying to push my cowl off, I don't know what would have happened. I don't want just meaningless sex, but something about him is a fire in my blood. Maybe I can allow myself to feel desire for him because he's not so close to me.
Alfred is too smart for my own damned good. He didn't say anything beyond the usual shop talk. The arched eyebrows when he pulled one long, wavy, black hair from the Batsuit, though, could have filled volumes. He didn't comment on the need to replace one of the tear gas canisters either. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to add up those clues.
"Will we be having company, sir?" he asked me in a prim voice.
"Maybe," I replied.
"Very good, sir." And somehow I think he means it. The house seems very empty lately.
I had to get away. I needed time to think. I packed clothing for a few days and took the Hog out. Alfred's long sighs said more to me than any words he could have spoken. Am I just heading for another romantic disaster? Does Alfred know me better than I know myself? Sometimes I think he does.
Bruce.
The waves seem to echo his voice. Even the fresh sea air reminds me of him. It reminds me of his clean, unique scent. He doesn't smell like Nightwing or Robin, both of whom I've shared close enough company with in the course of our work to be able to recognize them by scent alone. In fact, he smells a bit like Diana, but that's not surprising considering he's also of Amazon stock.
Maybe that's part of the attraction. Let's face it, just about any male past puberty has prurient thoughts about Wonder Woman. I love Diana, but it's far beyond a carnal sense of the word. He has her grace and nobility. How could he think of himself as being wrongly made? The first time I saw him I felt an electric shock of instant attraction. I hid it. He pursued me.
Why did I ask him to stay in Gotham? At least he's been respectful of the fact that she's my city. He's kept mostly to his hotel room with a few excursions to see the sights. He hasn't interfered in my work, and I don't mean the day-to-day business of running Wayne Enterprises. I can't explain how much it means to me that he respects my boundaries.
Bruce.
I'm not entirely surprised when he comes into the garage while I'm still unpacking the slants. Obviously Alfred let him in, but he clarifies that point. He seems nervous and a little bit shy. What he's showing on the outside, I'm feeling every bit on the inside. I still don't know what to say or do. I don't let people get close, but somehow he's here and he's made himself a part of both sides of my life. I try to concentrate on what I'm doing even though my thoughts are racing and my heart is pounding.
He knows I left. He's sorry. I don't want him to be sorry. Not for my problems. He didn't drive me away. I drove myself away. What am I so afraid of? He's immortal and virtually indestructible. He's also in love with Skyboy. He has different views on love and sex, views that are alien to me. I don't really know how he feels about me beyond sexual attraction.
And there's the crux of the matter. He's comfortable with his sexuality. I'm not. I don't mind that he's openly gay and attracted to me. I'm just not comfortable with my own ambiguous sexuality. It's not like I haven't been curious. I simply never acted on that curiosity. I suppose I could have disappeared into some obscure third world nation and indulged myself. But that would have been hollow and worthless.
I want more.
Batman and the DC Universe are property of DC Comics. I'm not making any profit from this.
Ganymede (a.k.a. Wonderboy) and Skyboy are Original Character creation of their respective players. HyperMUX is not owned or operated by me. I only claim responsibility for Batman's role play.
HyperMUX can be found here: http://hypermux.spodzone.com/
Visit Ganymede's gallery: http://kiwihobbit.deviantart.com
This story is told from Batman's point of view.
Not Beta'd - if you feel the urge, I'd greatly appreciate it!
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Bruce.
The way he said my name. It was like a lover's caress. It sent a shiver up my spine. I hadn't heard my name spoken like that in too long.
I'd demanded it of him. When he claimed to know who I am but didn't actually say it, I needed to know. I needed to hear my name on his lips.
Not Batman.
Bruce.
If he hadn't triggered the tear gas defense mechanism by trying to push my cowl off, I don't know what would have happened. I don't want just meaningless sex, but something about him is a fire in my blood. Maybe I can allow myself to feel desire for him because he's not so close to me.
Alfred is too smart for my own damned good. He didn't say anything beyond the usual shop talk. The arched eyebrows when he pulled one long, wavy, black hair from the Batsuit, though, could have filled volumes. He didn't comment on the need to replace one of the tear gas canisters either. It wouldn't take a rocket scientist to add up those clues.
"Will we be having company, sir?" he asked me in a prim voice.
"Maybe," I replied.
"Very good, sir." And somehow I think he means it. The house seems very empty lately.
I had to get away. I needed time to think. I packed clothing for a few days and took the Hog out. Alfred's long sighs said more to me than any words he could have spoken. Am I just heading for another romantic disaster? Does Alfred know me better than I know myself? Sometimes I think he does.
Bruce.
The waves seem to echo his voice. Even the fresh sea air reminds me of him. It reminds me of his clean, unique scent. He doesn't smell like Nightwing or Robin, both of whom I've shared close enough company with in the course of our work to be able to recognize them by scent alone. In fact, he smells a bit like Diana, but that's not surprising considering he's also of Amazon stock.
Maybe that's part of the attraction. Let's face it, just about any male past puberty has prurient thoughts about Wonder Woman. I love Diana, but it's far beyond a carnal sense of the word. He has her grace and nobility. How could he think of himself as being wrongly made? The first time I saw him I felt an electric shock of instant attraction. I hid it. He pursued me.
Why did I ask him to stay in Gotham? At least he's been respectful of the fact that she's my city. He's kept mostly to his hotel room with a few excursions to see the sights. He hasn't interfered in my work, and I don't mean the day-to-day business of running Wayne Enterprises. I can't explain how much it means to me that he respects my boundaries.
Bruce.
I'm not entirely surprised when he comes into the garage while I'm still unpacking the slants. Obviously Alfred let him in, but he clarifies that point. He seems nervous and a little bit shy. What he's showing on the outside, I'm feeling every bit on the inside. I still don't know what to say or do. I don't let people get close, but somehow he's here and he's made himself a part of both sides of my life. I try to concentrate on what I'm doing even though my thoughts are racing and my heart is pounding.
He knows I left. He's sorry. I don't want him to be sorry. Not for my problems. He didn't drive me away. I drove myself away. What am I so afraid of? He's immortal and virtually indestructible. He's also in love with Skyboy. He has different views on love and sex, views that are alien to me. I don't really know how he feels about me beyond sexual attraction.
And there's the crux of the matter. He's comfortable with his sexuality. I'm not. I don't mind that he's openly gay and attracted to me. I'm just not comfortable with my own ambiguous sexuality. It's not like I haven't been curious. I simply never acted on that curiosity. I suppose I could have disappeared into some obscure third world nation and indulged myself. But that would have been hollow and worthless.
I want more.