#batman!jensen

“Mr. Ackles, your drink,” you said, handing him the cocktail. He was staring out the long window at the skyline, raindrops running down the glass. For the playboy billionaire of Gotham he sure seemed more lonely than most anyone you’d ever met. “Mr. Ackles?”

“Oh. Thank you,” he said as he turned, picking his glass off of the tray. “Would you mind informing Ms. Viteli I’m not feeling well and won’t be able to join her this evening.”

“Of course sir,” you said as he took a single sip and set the glass back down. He slid a hundred dollar bill on the tray and hummed as he left. “Feel better.”

“Thank you,” he said. He left the party, one of the other servers coming over to you as you watched him leave.

“Was that-“

“Uh huh.”

“Did he ask you out?”

“What? No. He’s a billionaire. A playboy billionaire. Even if he did he is so not my type,” you said. “Like at all.”

“Batman is more your type,” she laughed.

“Hey. Batman is hot, even you think so,” you said.

“Well duh,” she said, both of you getting a look from your manager. “Back to work before we get in trouble.”

“Hey sweetheart,” a man whistled at you after your shift ended and you were walking back to your apartment. You kept your head down and went past, the man letting out another whistle. A guy farther up the sidewalk stepped forward from where he was leaning against a wall, another guy crossing the street in your direction. You swallowed and saw an alley, quickly ducking down it, three pairs of footsteps behind you.

“Beautiful,” said a man stepping around the junction in the alley in front of you, making you pause. “Little dress like that…pretty girl like you shouldn’t be walking home by herself.”

You reached into your purse and pulled out the pepper spray, the group behind you moving again. You rushed forward and sprayed the guy in front, running past as he fell down.

“Fucking get her!” he shouted. You ran as fast as you could but in a pair of high heels they quickly caught up to you. You were knocked down as a whoosh and thud happened behind you. The three men took a step back, a pair of boots and cape taking a few careful steps in front of you. The men took off running and he grabbed something from his belt, tossing it after them. Rope wrapped around all four men and he tossed another item, a few shouts heard as they were strung up and dangling from a fire escape.

“Thank you,” you said, Batman turning to you, effortlessly lifting you off the ground, resting you against his side. You looked down and noticed your one foot was barefoot and your ankle was swollen. 

“Don’t walk down alleys,” he said, voice deep, a little rough and smooth all at once. He seemed to suddenly be in the air, swinging up on a rooftop. He jogged across one with you in his arms, your arms gripping his neck tight when he jumped across a few roofs. He set you down on a landing pad, turning away. “You’re at the hospital.”

“Wait,” you said, holding his gloved hand before he could leave. “Stay until someone comes?”

“I have work,” he said.

“You’re the one that put me on a roof, genius.”

“Help will be here shortly Y/N.”

“How do you know my name?” you asked. He quickly pulled back and put his back to you. “Do I know you?”

He ran off, shooting something as he jumped and swung up to a higher rooftop.

“I’m gonna find out who you are!”

Two Weeks Later

“Good enough,” you said, checking yourself over one last time in the bathroom mirror. You’d redone your makeup but your eyes were still red and you smelled like scotch. Your dress was still a bit wet and your skin sticky underneath but at least you could spend the rest of the night serving behind the bar.

You slipped outside and quickly to the bar area, avoiding Mr. Falcone at all costs. When he approached the bar you shuddered, staring down at the counter.

“What can I get you sir?” you asked quietly.

“A scotch on the rocks this time,” he said. You nodded and went about making his drink, sensing someone else walk up to the bar. “I’m sorry for losing my temper. I understand the bartender made the error.”

You didn’t say anything, just handed him his drink, grateful when he simply left. 

“Don’t worry about him,” said the other man, your head turning to find Mr. Ackles sat a few spots down. “My usual please.”

“Yes Mr. Ackles,” you said, pouring him a double bourbon and placing an orange curl in the glass. He was normally quiet and polite with wait staff but he didn’t move on in search of the next pretty young thing. “Can I get you anything from the kitchen?”

“I could go for a steak if the kitchen is still open,” he asked.

“Of course,” you said, sliding a menu on top of the counter for him.

“Filet medium. Fries on the side are fine with me,” he said without looking at it. 

“I’ll put that right in for you,” you said. He smiled and you taped the ticket into the system. At least you knew at the end of the night he was a good tipper.

“Ow,” you said an hour later, Mr. Ackles poking at his dessert and ignoring the woman chatting in his ear the past twenty minutes. He raised an eyebrow and you smiled, bending down to rub your ankle.

“Sprain it?” he asked, the woman huffing and leaving when she knew the night wasn’t going where she wanted it to.

“A few weeks ago. High heels you know. Walking death traps,” you said.

“I imagine. I much prefer something I can walk or run in,” he said. “Practical.”

“Says the man wearing five hundred dollar shoes.”

“Says the cocktail waitress wearing five hundred dollar shoes.”

“Yeah but at least mine are cute.” He chuckled, looking you up and down. You cocked your head before shaking it. “Sorry.”

“Wasn’t asking that.”

“Sorry for presuming then.”

“I know my reputation. Don’t apologize. There’s a level of truth to it after all.”

“Must be difficult to date when you’re…” you trailed off, wiping down the bar.

“Insanely rich? Dating is easy. I have lots and lots of first dates,” he chuckled.

“You attract a certain kind of woman with that reputation Mr. Ackles.”

“I’m aware. I don’t go on second dates for a reason Y/N,” he said. “Not sure there’s a woman out there for me.”

“I’m sure there is Mr. Ackles. You’ll find her when you’re supposed to,” you said.

“The kind of woman you bring home and make a life with, she doesn’t like the kind of man I am. I don’t see myself changing so I don’t see that reputation changing.”

“Lonely way to go through life though.”

“I’m sure you dreamed of being a cocktail waitress in shoes you can’t afford on a sprained ankle as a little girl,” he said. You smiled, Mr. Ackles returning it. “Life’s not quite like the fairytales we’re told as children.”

“Yeah. You found that out sooner than most of us,” you said, a moment passing before you realized what you’d said. “Mr. Ackles I’m so sorry. I didn’t-”

“I appreciate the honest conversation for once,” he said. “No harm done. I’m not a boy anymore.”

“Well I still have hope I won’t be in this job forever. Maybe you’ll find a girl that gives you a chance to prove the playboy is just a facade.”

“A facade,” he chuckled. “I think that nutjob running around in the bat costume has even me beat there.”

“He saved me a few weeks ago,” you said. “He’s not a nutjob.”

“He’s dangerous.”

“He saved me. All I got was a sprained ankle which is a million times better than what would have happened if he hadn’t shown up,” you said.

“Maybe you should be more careful walking home at night,” he said, leaving a hundred on the counter.

“I never said I was walking home.”

“I was inferring,” he said, standing up. You took the money and narrowed your eyes. “What?”

“He knew my name too. Very few of the clientele at these functions have ever bothered to ask mine let alone remember it. Now that I think about it, a lot of things are adding up now. I-”

“Do not say another word,” he growled, voice low but you caught the glimpse of him in there.

Batman.

“You gonna make me?” you whispered, staring him down.

“Midnight. Roof of your apartment building. Take a fucking car home this time,” he said, sliding another fifty onto the counter before he was quickly gone.

“Geez,” you said two hours later, jumping when Batman walked out of a shadow. “Creepy much?”

“Creepy is kinda my game,” he said, stalking over to you, staring you down. Even though you knew it was Jensen Ackles under the cowl you couldn’t tell it was him. 

“Well Jen-” you said before his hand was covering your mouth.

“Do not speak my name,” he said. He let his hand drop and you scowled. 

“The other night when you saved me and said my name, what was that?”

“A slip of the tongue. I left the party early when I got wind of a robbery. I heard you on my patrol. I knew you’d be safe on the hospital roof,” he said.

“Just a sprain,” you said.

“Be more careful. Gotham is dangerous at night. Very dangerous.”

“I pepper sprayed the one guy. I would have gotten away if I wasn’t wearing heels.”

“Then get a new job.”

“Oh I’m sorry we don’t all have a billion dollars. I need to pay for rent and shit.”

“Quit your job.”

“Fucking make me,” you shot back. He pressed his chest close to yours, grabbing your bicep.

“You said so yourself. You want a different life. Quit and I can get you in anywhere in the city you want. Name it.”

“Some of us work for a living.”

“What the fuck do you think I’m doing right now? My job. This is the only fucking honest part of my day,” he said. You stared at the bat symbol on his chest, grazing it with a few fingers.

“This is why you have to be alone.”

“Exactly. When you act the way I do, no one questions why you haven’t settled down, why you’re alone.”

“Yet here we are speaking and I seriously doubt more than a handful of people know who’s under that mask. What’s so special about me? Why not tell me I’m making stories up in my head?”

“You’re intelligent and I made a mistake. You would have kept pressing. Quit your job and contact my office in the morning. We can arrange a meeting.”

“You don’t get to tell me how to live my life.” 

“I’m the reason you still have a life to live,” he said. 

“So?”

“You’re extremely aggravating.”

“And I know your secret so I’d be nicer to me if I were you.”

“What do you want?” he said, stepping away, putting his back to you.

“I want to live on the north side, out of the gutter. In a home. And I want a job where I don’t have to wear skimpy dresses for old men to gawk at me.”

“That’s safety. I asked what you want.”

“I don’t want your money. I just don’t want to be put in that kind of position again.”

He walked over and looked you up and down. 

“I can arrange new housing and work. Call my office,” he said. He went past you and stopped at your side. “I can show you a few things if you’d like.”

“Things like what?”

“Things like this,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. There was a sharp pinch and when you opened your eyes you were in your apartment, dawn breaking.

“Okay. That one was kinda impressive.”

Two Weeks Later

“Ms. Y/L/N,” said Alfred, answering the door to the manor. “Master Ackles will be joining you in the kitchen for dinner shortly.”

“I bet he will,” you said. You hummed and followed him inside, walking into the kitchen, sitting down at the counter. You were spinning in your seat when the door opened, Batman walking in with a takeout bag in his arms. He froze and stared at you while you started to laugh. “Oh wow. What a vigilante you are.”

“Shut up,” he said, taking off his cowl and sitting in the seat beside you.

“So. Why bats?”

“Afraid of them,” he said, opening a container. “Used to be.”

“Master Ackles,” said Alfred, clearing his throat and placing a bottle of wine and two glasses down in front of you. “Been a while since he brought a woman home.”

“Alfred,” sighed Jensen. He left as you opened your plastic silverware, Jensen pouring you a glass. “Sorry. He’s-“

“Your family.”

“Yes he is,” he said.

“So why did you invite me over?”

“I like the honest conversation,” he said. “Plus if you’re here you’re not off being a damsel.”

“I ain’t a damsel,” you said, lifting up your leg and showing him your boots.

“Oh fancy,” he said.

“Not as fancy as you,” you said. “The suit is kinda a lot.”

“It is. I should change,” he said. You stopped him from getting up and smiled. “How’s the new job?”

“Better. You still owe me that fancy neck move,” you said. He put his hand on your shoulder and leaned closer, pausing when you put a hand on his chest. “I thought you were dropping the facade.”

“I am dropping the facade,” he said, pulling you closer again. “Pinch the nerve hard here and they pass right out.”

“Oh. I thought you were gonna kiss me.”

“Playboy Jensen would.”

“What about real Jensen?”

“He doesn’t want to fuck it up so maybe,” he said, turning back to his dinner. You leaned over and kissed his cheek, Jensen turning his head.

“Thanks for saving me, Jensen,” you said.

“You’re welcome,” he said. “Let’s eat before it gets cold. I want to show you the bat cave when we’re finished.”

“What’s the bat cave?”

“Oh you’ll see. I think you’re gonna like it a lot.”

_________

You saw the guys, including Batman, more than once across the crowded convention halls. It was after lunch before you actually ran into him again. You were looking at a table of paintings in the artist's gallery when a familiar gloved hand crossed your line of sight.

You turned to see Batman standing next to you. Bright green eyes shone from Batman's mask. The classic cowl hid most of his face, covering everything except his mouth. But what a mouth it was! His jaw was all lines and angles, lightly sprinkled with golden brown stubble. His lips were perfectly formed, just a little bit chapped, and ridiculously full. His eyes locked on yours and you shivered. He clenched his jaw, muscles working, and pouted out his lips just a little bit.

"See something you like, Princess?" He growled, green eyes flashing. Your mouth dropped open a little. Not only did this dude look amazing, he also sounded amazing. At your reaction, he grinned. His firm jaw melted into deep dimples.

You licked your lips and swallowed hard.

"I have a question about the insignia on your suit." He tilted his head, encouraging you to go on. "Is it ... hard?"

Batman nodded, a wicked smirk curling his lips. "Oh yeah, its hard. You wanna...touch it?"

You nodded, unable to speak. Batman held out one gloved hand. You took it and he pulled you away from the table, away from the crowded artist's gallery, to a quieter corner of the room. Flicking his cape, he struck a ridiculously exaggerated superhero pose- chest out, chin up, fists clenched by his side.

"Go on, Princess," he growled. "You wanted to touch my ... insignia?"

You carefully traced your fingers over the hard plastic. You could feel the heat rising off him thru the costume and itched to let your hands wander. But you knew how important consent was to cosplayers- just because this man in front of you was dressed as one of your hottest fantasys didn't give you any right... Your gaze strayed down to that unmistakable bulge in the front of the suit. Your dirty thoughts must've showed on your face because suddenly his mouth was next to your ear, murmuring,

"Isn't there anything else you'd like to touch?"

Given his permission, you let your hands spread across his muscled chest, over his broad shoulders and down his strong arms. He flexed, and you giggled. Your hands trailed all the way down to his gloves. He took your hands in his and brought them to his mouth. He kissed your knuckles while looking you straight in the eye.

"I'm Dean," he told you, still in that ridiculously deep voice.

"Hi Dean," you answered, barely above a whisper. You brushed your knuckles against his lips again, just to feel his touch. Then you ran your hand over his face- well, the little bit of his face you could see- as well as his mask. The mask was cool, smooth and inflexible- his face was warm, stubbled and yielding. You ran your thumb over his lips. How could these lips be real?!

"Either stop touching my mouth," he murmured into your fingers, "or kiss me already." You leaned in, he bent down- you kissed. His amazing mouth felt even better than it looked. His lips were plush and yielding, backed by the strength of his jaw.

You kissed him until you couldn't breathe. Or maybe his kisses just took your breath away. You whimpered and leaned into him. Dean wrapped his strong arms around you. Finally he tore his mouth away.

"I have a room upstairs," he whispered in your ear, the cool material of his mask pressed against your cheek.

You didn't say anything, couldn't say anything- just nodded.

He led you to the elevator and then you were finally, blissfully alone. You lept on him as the door closed, hurried in your desire. He grabbed you and pulled you tight as you resumed kissing. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught your reflection in the elevator doors. You were making out with Batman! Well, Dean dressed as Batman- whoever Dean was. You couldn't help laughing a little. When you laughed, he slipped his tongue into your mouth. Hot damn! Was there any part of this man that wasn't ridiculously strong?! His kisses were deep and hard, his tongue fast and greedy.

Your hips rose to meet his and you ground against him. His suit hadn't deceived you- he was big, and rock hard.

When the elevator stopped, he took your hand in his gloved one. He practically dragged you to his room, cape billowing out behind him.

Inside the room, you sank to the bed as he locked the door. With long bowlegged strides, he crossed the room and then dropped to one knee in front of you. This time his superhero pose was sincere. He put one hand on your leg.

"Listen, Princess," he growled. "We can do whatever you want. I'll be whoever you want. I just have one thing to ask." His green eyes shone bright from behind the mask.

"Let me eat you out."

"What?" You yelped. You had never had a man make that his condition for sex before. You had definitely never had a man say it so much like he meant it.

"I love pussy," Dean confessed, "I can tell from your mouth that yours must be amazing. I just want to taste you and please you. Please."

What woman would ever say no? Yo nodded and took his chin in your hand.

"Just- keep the mask on," was your only request.

Dean chuckled, low and sexy.

"Damn right," he answered. "Now help me take off these gloves."

You pulled off his gloves to discover that his hands were amazing. Broad knuckles, long fingers, callused and scarred. You kissed one, returning his gesture from earlier, and discovered that he had freckles on the backs of his hands. He cupped your face and kissed you again.

Then his hands were all over your body, eager and skilled. He helped you out of all of your clothes until you lay back against the pillows, naked.

Leaning forward on his strong forearms, Dean cupped your ass in his big hands. He held you for a moment, stroking your skin. Then he turned his wrists and tilted your hips apart. He lowered his face between your legs and your felt his hot breath on your skin. He kissed you first, and you sighed. He licked you, swirling his tongue, and you moaned. He sucked you hard, those full plush lips working to please you. You made a wild animal sound and bucked into his face.

No wonder Dean liked eating pussy, if this was how he did it. He was absolutely spoiling this for you. No one else would ever be able to do this the way that he did. His firm jaw, his strong tongue, and his ridiculous lips could work magic.

At the same time, you never forgot that he was wearing Batman's mask. The smooth sides of the cowl brushed against your thighs as he moved between them. When he pushed into you, hard, the nosepiece ground against you.

Dean as Batman quickly pushed you past thinking into pure feeling. You were nothing but the space between your legs, wet and needy. Desire gathered there and spread thruout your body under Dean's careful attention.

You probably moaned, you probably screamed- you didn't know. All you knew was your world shrinking to the touch of Dean's mouth on you. And then incredible blazing release as he made you come.

When you could see and breathe and think again, Dean was stretched out next to you. He kissed you, and you tasted yourself on his lips.

You sighed.

"Help me out of this costume," he growled, "damn thing zips up the back. I dont know why Rowena made it that way."

"Okay, but wait," you answered. Heart pounding, you put your hands under his jawline. His hands slid up under yours.

Up until now this had all been a fantasy, and Dean had been Batman. You were about to see who he really was. Minutes ago you had come on his face, but you were still nervous to see it.

Dean wrenched his head and the cowl slid off. He tossed it to the side, and Batman with it. You were left staring into the face of one of the most beautiful men you had ever seen.

You had prepared yourself for disappointment, for cringe, for bland acceptance. What you hadn't prepared yourself for was to be utterly blown away by Dean. You had thought what you could see in the Batman cowl was the most beautiful part of him, but turns out it was only a preview. Dean's face was gorgeous! Without the mask, those green eyes were even more piercing, framed by long lashes and bracketed by little crinkles in the corners. His cheekbones were high, lightly dusted with freckles that faded into the stubble on his strong jaw. And his mouth- well, maybe his mouth was the best part of him. Those obscenely perfect lips, so soft and so strong!

He leaned down and kissed you with that mouth, that ridiculous mouth..

Drunk on pleasure, you could've honestly spent hours just kissing Dean and touching his face. But you remembered your first glimpse of him and the way his costume fit him so tight. You remembered that unmistakable bulge in his pants and suddenly wanted more.

You stood up and helped him pull off the costume, undoing the various complicated buckles and zips along the way. Finally Dean stood in front of you wearing nothing but a pair of very brief black briefs.

"Wow," you breathed, "even bigger than you looked in the costume."

"Wait, what?" cried Dean. "You could see this in the costume?!" He gestured to his unmistakable erection, a hot blush rising under his stubble.

You giggled. "Dean, every woman and most men noticed your cock in that costume."

You reached forward and took him in your hand. He moaned and leapt into your touch. Everyone had noticed him, noticed this- but you had him. In this moment, Dean was all yours. The thought made you feel powerful and incredibly special.

"Wait," he wrenched away from you and began to rummage thru the utility belt of his discarded costume. "Paracord, no. Fishhooks, no. Whiskey- ooh, whiskey! Batarangs, no. Condoms! Yes, condoms." When he turned around, you were waiting for him, your legs spread invitingly.

He laid down and stretched himself on top of you. For one long moment you both waited.

Finally he groaned, low and sexy, "Princess, please."

"Yes, Dean, yes," you answered.

Your consent was all he needed. Dean pushed into you. He was every bit as big as he had looked -bigger, even- and he filled you so well. He rose above you, every muscle in his chest and shoulders and arms tense. His need for you was so obvious, so sexy. You answered it by lifting your hips to him, arcing in close.

Together, you found a rhythm of thrusting and grinding and pressing. You took what he gave and he needed what you had to offer. You tried to wait, to give Dean time. But he was breathing hard and thrusting fast. Your body rode his to a peak of pleasure. You paused there just a moment before you were coming hard under him, wrapping him in your hot embrace.

Apparently that was all Dean had been waiting for, because he closed his eyes and let himself go. Moaning deeply, he came. For a few moments he was all hot tension, and then he collapsed against you.

Eventually Dean opened his magical green eyes and looked at you. You answered with a smile.

"So," he chuckled, and there were those dimples again. "How was sex with Batman?"

You giggled, helplessly. This man!

"Nothing like sex with you, Dean."

....