DC should stand for Depressing Comics

It was my mistake, my miscalculations about the building's architecture that caused the collapse, endangering the civilians and providing cover for the Legion of Doom to slip by us in the chaos that ensued.

It was… bad, to say the least.

My lips parted, taking in a breath so I could dive into an explanation, yet I was cut off with a deep, gruff voice.

“Not a word”, Batman growled. My jaw snapped shut, a frown marred my face.

“But-”

“You were reckless, stubborn and arrogant out there, Flame.”

My brows shot up. Okay, that was fucking harsh. Everyone here has made mistakes. Everyone still does. Yet Batman always seemed to have it out for me. My jaw tightened with bitterness.

“It was a mistake. I know. I know I should've assessed things better, but-”

“Knowing and following through are two completely different things, yn. Your mistakes can get people killed. Do you want that blood on your hands? On all of ours?”, he all but snarled at me. I shrunk back a little. My cheeks flamed in humiliation. The others gave me looks of pity, yet no one spoke up against him because they all knew he was right. I had been reckless.

“I…”

“Your misjudgement not only allowed the legion to get away, it endangered the civilians and everyone in this room", he bit out. His words felt like a whiplash to my back. I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself in it.

I swallowed roughly.

“I know”

“Hm”

With one last withering glare my way, Batman completed the rest of the mission debrief. My anger only festered when he didn't ride anyone else's ass about their mistakes. I was being petty. I knew that, but I couldn't help myself with the thoughts in my head. It was hard to like someone like him the way I did and have to sit there and hear them think you're incompetent.

°•°•°•°

Hours later. I was still sulking around inside the headquarters. I made my way over to one of the training halls. I had changed out of my mission gear and into a pair of gym shorts and a black tank top. I quickly pleated my hair and tied it off. Stretching a bit, to calm myself and work my muscles.

I had this restless energy I needed to expel, this anger I needed to vent out somewhere, or I'd go fucking insane. I grabbed some wrapping tape and tied it over my knuckles, walking over to one of the punching bags hanging from the ceiling.

It was something so basic for the likes of us. But that was exactly what I had needed.

The rhythmic movement of my body with each punch thrown, the dull ache after each thud of my fists on the bag.

Despite trying to centre myself, my thoughts drifted back to the gloomy asshole in all black. I let out a frustrated grunt, panting for breath as I stopped and turned my face up, my eyes closed as I tried not to think about him. God sometimes I couldn't believe I used to get flustered whenever he was around, back when I had first joined the league. I hated to admit I still did, at times. But the fact that he had a huge stick up his ass helped a little to try and look past his sharp fucking jaw.

“Your feet are too wide apart”, a deep voice rumbled behind me, and much to my humiliation, I shrieked as I whipped around, my palm came over my raging heartbeat.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”, I gasped out. I glared down, the resident asshole of a vampire.

Bruce had changed out of his suit and was in a pair of black sweatpants and a t-shirt. It made my mouth water and thoughts run in ways it has no business going. My eyes trailed back up and my cheeks flushed a little when I caught him looking at me with those dark eyes, amusement dancing in them, even if the rest of his face was stoic.

The fucker knew I was checking him out.

Fuck.

Instead of speaking to me like a normal person, he walked over and wrapped his knuckles with the tape lying on the side. After moving in front of me, he put his hands up in a fighting stance and gestured to me with his fingers in a ‘come here’ move.

My nostrils flared. He cocked an eyebrow, almost as if he enjoyed riling me up every single fucking time.

“Have it your way”, I grit out. Launching into the sparring session.

Slam. Jab. Block.

Thud.

“Again”, his rough voice rumbled through the training area as he slammed me into the mat. I grunted, more in frustration than defeat, as I jumped back up and we went at it all over again, as if this was some sort of a weird dance.

Back and forth.

Back and fucking forth.

Jab. Duck. Slam. Thud.

Kick. Duck. Thud.

Jab. Jab. Slam. Thud.

By the fifteenth time I was thrown down on the mat I was fuming with rage. He, on the other hand, looked as put together as he did in one of those charity galas he attends from time to time.

I wiped the sweat from my temple. My lips curled up in a snarl as I shot at him again with a punch to the groin. He blocked it with a disapproving tsk for going below the belt. I couldn't give two shits about it.

We exchanged blows after blows and I managed to get a drop on him, hooking my leg under one of his knees, I pulled him down. Slamming him on the mat with a satisfying thump, my lips stretching into a smug smirk at the sight.

My smirk fell and I gasped sharply when I felt his hand curled around my ankle and before I knew it, I was mid-fall. I used my momentum and twisted sharply, landing on him instead. My fingers around his throat. My thighs on either side of his hips.

Everything stilled, the only sounds in the training hall were our ragged breaths. I felt fucking parched, lips chapped and throat dry.

I swiped my tongue over my lips and I could've sworn I saw his eyes darken in some way but chalked it up to my fucked up imagination when it came to him and grinned down mockingly.

“I guess I won this one, Bats.”

“Did you, now?”, his lips curled up in a devastatingly dimpled smirk. In a single beat, he surged up, out of the lock I had him in and flipped us over, reversing our positions.

Despite my bitterness for him, I felt heady with his weight on top of me, my body betraying the feelings in my head. His fingers curled around my throat, mirroring my earlier position. His body pressed mine into the mat below, making my lips part in a soft, surprised breath.

He bent his head down, I bit back a shiver when his breath washed across my earlobe as he chuckled deeply, “You were saying?”

My heart pounded in my chest. I hated the effect he had on me. I hated that even after the way he treated me like I was a mess, a mistake that the league made in recruiting me, that I still wanted him, that I still craved something that was supposed to be forbidden. I craved the heart of the Bat. And it was bound to be my doom.

“Fuck. You.”, I spit out with as much venom as I could muster up. He pulled back a little to look at my face, a look of confusion crossed his features as if he had no idea why I was being so hostile.

“Do you get off on humiliating me?”, my voice cracked. His brows rose to his hairline. Somehow he knew I wasn't talking about the sparring session we just had.

“(Y/N)… What are you talking about?”

His fingers loosened on my throat, but he didn't move off me. Strangely, I hadn't wanted him to, either. Yet, I let out a bitter laugh.

“Don't pretend like you don't know what you're doing, every single time you rip me a new one in the missions, during debriefings. It's like…”, I swallowed roughly, “It's like you regret having me here, with your little team. It's like you regret recruiting me for the league. It's like you… you hate me.”, my voice died down, suddenly I felt…

Too exposed. Too vulnerable.

I tried to push him back to sit up, but he just tightened his hold on my throat, pinning me down more firmly. I released a shaky breath and had no choice but to watch his jaw work while he sorted out the words he needed to get out.

Clenching and unclenching.

Safe to say, I'd never seen him speechless. Sure he barely talked, but it was never because he was unsure of what to say. It was… entertaining to watch. I would've enjoyed it a shit ton, if I, myself, wasn't feeling so split open by my own confession.

He did the last thing I expected him to do. Sighing softly, Bruce rubbed his thumb over my jaw, his brows furrowing a little as his gaze bore down on me.

“I… I don't hate you, (Y/N). I could never-”, he grimaced, “I'm not good with this. Feelings. But I never wanted to give you that impression. I never wanted you to think I hate you when it couldn't be further from the truth”, he murmured softly.

“It sure as fuck feels like it. I've never seen you chew out anyone else like you do with me”, I whispered, anger lacing my words.

The expression on his face appeared almost pained. Almost.

“You’re right”, he sighed. Fuck me sideways, I never expected him to admit to it.

“I know nothing I say will make it better but… But more than half the time I'm this much of an ass to you, I do it, to stop myself from doing what it is I truly want to do.”

My throat worked in a rough swallow. His gaze burned into me with such… intensity, it felt like I was being seared from within. My breaths came out in short puffs between us.

“And what is it… that you want to do?”

I knew it was a loaded question. His eyes darkened further, if that was even possible. It was now up to him to pull the trigger of this moment.

“Oh sweet girl, don’t you know?” His voice was barely there, in a whisper. So soft that I would've missed it entirely if his lips hadn't been so close to mine.

I slightly shook my head, never taking my eyes off him. His fingers tightened on my throat, a soft noise left my lips and his body locked up tight with a soft shudder. I didn't think I'd ever get to witness such a thing.

“Fucking hell. To hell with this”, he growled. Then next thing I knew, his lips were on mine. Teasing. Coaxing. And oh so sinful.

My own lips parted, letting his tongue tangle with mine. My eyes slammed shut, brows furrowed in pleasure as I moaned softly, letting him all but devour me.

My fingers reached up, twisting in his locks, scraping over his scalp.

“Tell me to stop”, he pulled back, searching my eyes.

“Fuck no”, breathed out in a growl, tugging him back in.

His hips ground against mine, rough and firm, making my back arch. It was too much and not enough at the same time. My fingers curled into the helm of his t-shirt.

“Off. Now”, I panted with need, bursting at the seams of my thoughts.

He sat back on his knees, making me squirm with the weight of his gaze as he ripped his t-shirt off over his head in a single move and my throat dried up.

Holy Hotsmokes Batman.

Knowing he was built like he could snap people in half, was in fact, very different in feeling it up close. My eyes travelled down from his face, mapping every inch of his torso. I raised myself on one of my elbows, the fingers of my other hand reached up, tracing a deep scar on his hip.

I felt the muscles tighten with my touch. His eyes, heavy and hooded with desire. His palm came up and pushed me flat on my back, his head dipped down kissing the corner of my mouth. My breaths came out stuttered as I brushed my own hands up his sides.

His firm lips sucked and nipped down my jaw, taking his time once he reached my pulse, making me whimper with need.

“Patience.”, he murmured against my skin.

“Bruce…”, I arched up against his body.

“Stay still.”

I watched him with hooded eyes as he moved down my body, his muscles rippled with the movement. His fingers hooked into the waistband of my shorts, eyes flickered up to meet mine. I licked my lips and gave him a slight nod.

He tsked.

A smirk graced his lips, which made his cheek dimple on the side. Again. I was so fucking gone.

That fucking asshole.

“Use your words, sweetheart. Do you want this? Tell me.”

I growled in frustration, my head thumping back against the training mat. I felt his hands retreat and my own shot down to grip his wrists.

“No. Fuck. I mean. Yes. Yes, I fucking want this. Bruce. Please…”, my voice drifted off in a needy whine.

“That's my girl”, his voice turned husky as it rumbled through me and I all but melted for him.

He finally tugged down my shorts along with my panties, down and down my legs. He sat up on his knees as he threw them over his shoulder somewhere. My legs fell on either side of his hips.

The pads of his fingers traced up my thigh, his gaze zeroed in on my core, with a deadly focus. My cheeks flushed a deep pink at the prospect of being so on display.

His fingers paused at the junction of my thigh, just outside the lips of my pussy. All the breath in my lungs stalled, longing for him to stop teasing me. He made a low rough noise in the back of his throat.

“Such a pretty sight you make, baby. So drenched for me”

Bruce hooked one of my legs up on his shoulder and pressed his lips to my ankle, keeping his eyes on mine he slowly made his way up, teasing and tasting my skin. He leaned in, biting down on my inner thigh, making me choke on a moan.

His breath washed over my dripping pussy. I was burning up from within, with the kind of feral need I never knew I could have.

“Bruce…”, I panted, urging him to relieve this ache I had, low in my gut. My fingers brushed over his nape, tightening in his soft hair when he inhaled deeply and blew a soft breath over my clit.

“Fuck…”, his deep rasp was my only warning before his tongue dipped down between the lips of my pussy and he licked a firm, long line, up from my entrance to my clit.

“Ohhhh. Oh god”, I mewled. My toes curled against the mat. His hands tightened over my hips as he kept me in place, sealing his lips over my aching clit. Stars flashed in my vision as he flicked it over with his tongue, rolling it in sharp circles.

“Yes. Yes. Oh fuck. Don't stop. Bruce”, I babbled, incoherently.

Bruce took his time, leisurely drinking me down. Pulling off my clit, his sucked one of my pussy lips, pulling off it with a wet pop and repeating it with the other side. One of his hands left my hips and reached down where his mouth was, one thick finger teased my entrance and I reflexively tensed.

“Easy, sweet girl. Relax for me, let me make you feel good.”, he murmured, lips brushing my clit with each word. His thick digit gathered the wetness over my core and slowly sunk inside me. I let out a long drawn out moan. One finger paved way for two, then before I knew it he was hooking them up, curling against the spot which made me writher under him, bucking my hips up against his face.

“Look at you”, he groaned as he kept fucking his fingers deep into me. “Humping my face like a needy little slut, desperate to get off. Is that what you want, yn? You want to cum all over my face, coat my tongue with your taste?”

I was sure his filthy words made my brain short circuit. I gasped, my thighs clamped around his head. The firm strokes of his fingers pumping inside me coupled with the way his tongue kept moving over my clit pushed me dangerously close to the edge.

“Bruce. Oh god. Oh fuck. Fuck. I'm… I think I'm going to-”

He grunted in understanding, pulling his fingers out, he raised his head to look at me. My eyes widened just as his hand came down to spank my core.

Once.

Twice.

Thrice.

I never knew something could feel so fucking good. I cried out with each spank. Begging for more.

“Let go”, a rough command vibrated through the air.

Then his head dipped down and his mouth covered my clit, suctioning it with an intensity that made me fall over the blissful edge with a sharp cry. My legs shook on either side of his head. My back completely arched off the mat, held up by one of his hands. The fingers of his other hand slowly slipped out of me with a wet squelch.

My heart thudded in my chest, I blinked as I came back to myself, from that earth shattering orgasm. With one last brush of his lips over my clit and a soft kiss to the top of my mound, which felt like worship, he crawled up.

A wild predator ready to devour his prey.

And by God, did I want to be the absolute fucking slut for this man. I watched him with dazed eyes, as he pulled the tank top off me, along with my sports bra, then he slowly undid my braid, which was already so tangled it was a surprise he managed to take the hair tie out without a single strand breaking. His fingers slowly combed through my hair, eyes searched my face and if I wasn't so gone for this man before, I was surely falling straight to his soul.

“Good?”

His other hand slowly massaged my hip, thigh, anything he could reach. I swallowed roughly, trying to dislodge the lump in my throat at the contrast between now and a moment before. The gentleness that he knew I needed right now…

“Yeah”, I murmured.

He hummed. Nudging his nose with mine in a gesture that felt at odds with the way he let his wicked tongue work me over into a puddle of orgasm.

“Do you have any idea how good you taste, sweet girl?”, he murmured, hovering over my lips. I ached to close the distance between us, no matter how miniscule and lose myself in him all over again. I shook my head slowly.

“Let me show you.” His voice deepened, fingers curled over my jaw, the pad of his thumb pulled down my lower lip. I parted my lips on his unspoken command.

My eyes flashed, when he hovered over me, gathering the saliva and my cum in his mouth, then he fucking spit between my parted lips.

“There. Swallow.”

The action was degrading, yet it felt anything but. I whimpered as I closed my mouth and swallowed, my cheeks heated up in a deep shade of red at the searing gaze he had trained on me. It felt… Filthy. Raw. And oh so right.

His thumb brushed the apple of my cheek, leaning down he brushed a soft kiss against the corner of my mouth.

“We can stop here if that's what you want” I could tell that his voice was strained, I could feel the bulge of his hard cock against my hip through his sweatpants. I slowly arched my hips to grind against it. He growled low in warning.

“(Y/N). Behave”

I chuckled breathlessly, his desire made me feel giddy. Knowing I was the reason for it.

“Or what?”

“Or I'll forget I'm trying to be a gentleman here.”

“Who said I want you to be gentle with me?”

He let out a strangled noise that felt restrained and full of need.

“Such a brat”, he tsked, nipping my jaw.

“Do something about it then.” I huffed.

Along with feeling loose and languid from my orgasm, I also felt a little bold. My fingers trailed down, dragging my nails over his torso while he kept himself propped up on his elbows on either side of my head, watching the path of my hand with a burning desire.

I stopped when I reached the bulge in his pants and cupped it in my palm, feeling his heavy length over with a long stroke over the fabric. His eyes lidded, jaw clenched and hips jerked against the pressure of the heel of my palm.

That was definitely a package, I thought to myself. I swiped my tongue over my lips. His eyes snapped up to them and stayed there.

A part of me knew he was restraining himself because he thought he'd hurt me with his words and actions, he felt guilty for taking his own pleasure this way when we hadn't truly resolved things. But that won't do. I needed him out of his head, just the way he made me feel when he went down on me. I wanted him and I was done waiting.

My fingers curled up in the waistband of his pants and I slowly hooked it down to his thighs, letting his cock bob up against his stomach. I inhaled softly, gazing down and taking him in. The tip of his cock was leaking steadily, flushed a deep pink. I brushed my knuckles up his length and was rewarded with a deep groan from the man above me.

I felt… powerful in a way I couldn't describe. Seeing him this way… knowing a man as guarded as the Bat, was trusting me with this side of him. It made me want to take care of him too. Also, a little selfishly I wanted him to come apart with my touch.

I curled my palm over his cock, stroking him in a firm glide up. The precum slicked up the strokes of my fist. I felt him shudder when I twisted my hand over at the tip, so I did it again. And again. Building a perfect rhythm.

Bruce’s lips parted in harsh breaths, hips finally moving, fucking into my fist as is he couldn't help himself. I leaned up and bit down on his bottom lip. One of his hands moved and fisted in my hair. He bent his head down and devoured my lips in a mess of raw need, a kiss full of spit and teeth clacking against each other.

Just when I started to feel his thick length pulse between my fingers, he growled, gripping my wrist and stopping my movements.

“Not like this”

Bruce wrenched my hand up, over my head. His chest heaved with stuttered breaths, eyes flickering over my face. I decided to give him a final push.

“Will you fuck me?”, I rasped, my voice making me sound as needy and desperate as I felt on the inside.

“Is that what you need (Y/N), my sweet pretty girl?” His other hand came up and thumbed over one of my nipples, plucking it into a hardened peak, then pinching and twisting it between his fingers, the pain shot straight to my core, I pushed up into his touch for more.

“Yes. Fuck. Yes, please. Don't make me beg any more. Bruce…”

“Shh. I won't. I've got you. I promise.”, he soothed me down by brushing his lips with mine in a way that was gentle yet it felt like it was consuming my soul.

He sat back up on his knees and tapped the side of my hip.

“Roll over and arch that ass out for me, baby.”

I scrambled to roll onto my stomach on the mat, pushing my ass up and out. I stretched my hands in front of me, pressing my chest down to curve my spine. Hardly able to believe this was happening.

“Fucking hell, you'll be the death of me.”

I heard his rasp as he draped his body over me, parting my hair to the side, his lips brushed my nape, painting a path down my spine, nipping the skin over my bones with his teeth, till I was squirming with need.

“Bruce…”, I wiggled my hips. Only for one of his palms to crack down on my asscheeks. I let out a surprised moan.

“Greedy little thing, aren't you? I'll give you what you need, baby. I'll pound into that pretty pussy, just the way you crave.”

The tip of his cock notched against my entrance and I inhaled sharply. His fingers gripped onto my hips as he slowly pushed inside me, bottoming out, my ass flush with his pelvis. I was vaguely aware of the incoherent sounds leaving my throat and the harsh grunts behind me as he waited for me to adjust to his size.

“Move”, I whined.

“As the lady commands”, he teased, pulling out all the way, then slamming back in. My body jolted forwards, only to be pulled back onto him. He pumped his cock deeper inside me with each thrust, building an obscene rhythm. Our moans mixed with the slapping of our sweat coated skins.

His fingers brushed up my spine and tangled in my hair, jerking my head up and pulling my body along till I sat on my knees, my back flush with his chest. The tip of his cock nudged my g-spot at this angle.

“Oh fuck. Bruce. Don't stop. Yes. Nghhhh”

My body was a tight coil of pleasure. His other hand reached around my waist and up, his fingers plunged into my mouth.

“Suck”, he ordered, biting my earlobe between his teeth. My core clenched harder around his cock as I swirled my tongue over his fingers. Pulling them out with a wet pop, he dragged his slick fingers down my torso to my throbbing clit. He started flicking it in rhythm with his pounding thrusts.

My lips parted in mewled and pleas. Begging him to make me cum.

My vision whitened as my orgasm hung at the precipice, just within reach.

“God, look at the way you're clenching down on my cock, baby. Like you never want to let me go. Fuck, I'd happily stay between your thighs, making you cum over and over and fucking over again till you beg to stop, till your head is empty and the only thing you know is my fucking cock.”

His fingers tightened on my scalp, his rhythm faltered, turning sloppy. His fingers pinched my clit, alternating between a flick and a roll.

“Please-” I sobbed out in pleasure, not knowing what I wanted more, for him to never stop, for him to push me over the edge of that delicious feeling of euphoria or for him to go harder.

His lips sucked a mark over my pulse then moved up behind my ear and he grunted the one word command my body was waiting for.

“Cum”

“BRUCE!”

I screamed his name as I came. My body gave out, I fell forwards as my eyes rolled back into my head and I gushed over his cock, my body convulsing with the intensity of my orgasm, zapping through my body.

Bruce fucked me through it, pumping his cock into me, helping me ride out my orgasm even as he fell over my back with me. I turned my face to the side, my eyes glazed and body loose. I watched him over my shoulder.

His breathing turned harsher, mixed with deep masculine moans, his one palm slammed against the mat beside my head as he pulled out of me with a wet sequelch, his other hand gripped his cock and fucked his fist in tight strokes.

“Fuck. (Y/N). Fuck. Baby”, he panted out, almost pained with pleasure as his hips jerked, and he came over his fist and my back. Hot splashes of his cum painted over my asscheeks. My entire body was buzzing with euphoria when he dropped down over my back, careful not to crush me with his weight, even if I wouldn't have minded one bit if he did.

Bruce brushed his lips sloppily over my shoulder and I hummed.

The silence stretched between us when he rolled onto his side and pulled me into him, spooning me from behind. The rough pads of his fingers brushed up and down my waist in a soothing pattern that almost made me drift off. My head rested on the meaty biceps of his stretched out arm.

“We should clean up”, he murmured after a long while. I made a low noise in agreement but my body felt like it was made of jelly so I made no move to get up.

His deep chuckle washed over me like a warm blanket as if he was amused with my current state. When he sat up, I almost protested, thinking he was leaving me here.

My noise turned into a yelp as he picked me up, one arm under my knees and one under my shoulders, tucking me against himself. He gave me a soft smile, one I was sure I'd never seen. It made me want to trace it over to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

He walked us to one of the washrooms adjoining the training hall, perched me on the sink while he adjusted the temperature of the shower. Using the opportunity, I let my eyes wander over his form, shamelessly ogling him.

“See something you like, sweet girl?”

My eyes snapped back up to his eyes, only to see an arched eyebrow, the amusement in his eyes was clear, even if he wasn't smiling like he did just a minute ago, anymore.

“You wish” I huffed, my voice hoarse from everything we did. I half expected to wake up and find out this was all my dream. A very very slutty dream. But a dream nonetheless.

Bruce walked over to me, tipping my chin up with his knuckles.

“Where did you just go?”

My lips parted. I hesitated. How did he read me so easily?

“Tell me”, he murmured.

I contemplated lying to him but then settled on the least complicated thought.

“I'm not… I feel like I'm going to wake up and realise it was all in my head.”

His eyes softened. He leaned in, brushing his lips to my forehead firmly before pulling back.

Bruce dragged me over, under the shower, cleaning me up almost methodically. After the shower, he grabbed a towel and patted me dry, wrapping it around me before he dried himself. The care he showered me with, almost made my eyes prickle.

“It's not in your head, baby”, he stepped closer to me, cupping my cheek in his big palm, brushing his thumb back and forth over the apple of my cheek.

“I'm here. We're here.”, I watched him search for the right words and his jaw worked.

“I won't let you go. I was a fool not to act on how I felt from the start. I was hard on you, because I felt like if I pushed you away, I wouldn't have to face my own wants, my own heart. But I was… for the lack of a better word… stupid. This isn't some one night thing for me. I need you like I need fucking air, yn. I've needed you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

My lips tilted up in a somber smile. He brushed his lips against mine, in a gentle kiss that I felt all the way down on my toes.

“Forgive me?”, he nudged his nose against mine. My arms came up around his neck. I tilted my head, eyes filled with mischief. As pathetic as It made me look, I forgave the moment his lips had first touched mine.

“I'm not sure you've grovelled enough for my forgiveness”, I teased.

His eyes darkened, taking in every emotion on my face. His hands settled on my hips over the towel.

“Is that so?”

“Mhmm”

“Then I guess I'll have to make it up to you, baby”, his voice roughened, searing up my insides despite the earlier workout we had.