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Selina wakes naked with her harness tangled between her legs.
Whatever toy had been in the O-ring is long gone now, but she has red impressions leftover when she kicks it off, letting it fall to the floor.
Her movement disturbs the shape in bed next to her, which she had mostly been ignoring up this point. She rolls over and groans when she sees the familiar black mask on her companion’s face, memories of the night before slowly clicking back together in her sleepy mind.
It had started with a few kisses after a mission. Innocent really, but then she was dragging him into her shitty apartment and dodging around the cats, tearing off her getup and ripping off his suit, and he was muttering something stupid about the mask and his identity—
She considers escaping for a moment, but leaving him alone seems rude, and this is her apartment. Best thing to do is just wait until Vengance wakes up and to swiftly kick him out like she does with all her other one night stands.
She only scrolls on her phone for a few minutes before the form beside her moves again. “Morning.”
“Wh—” The Batman squeezes his eyes shut against the sun that’s just barely peeking through the blinds. “Selina?”
She doesn’t let herself consider that his voice sounds nice like this, tired and low still in the dredges of sleep. Nope.
“Hey. Did you actually sleep in that?” She asks, gesturing to the mask.
His hand comes up to trace the edge of it. “Yeah? My identity is…”
“Important, yeah, I get it,” She waves her hand. “Though now, if they gave me a dick line-up, I could totally nab you.”
He sort of huffs at that, rolling his eyes. “Seriously, Selina, it’s a big deal.”
“Ok, hotshot,” She says, putting up her hands in mock surrender. “I believe you. I’d never do anything to jeopardize your trust, you know that, right?”
The Batman is quiet for just a moment too long before nodding, which gives Selina the impression that he does not, in fact, know. She sets her phone down on the nightstand and rolls over to face him.
He’s pretty well built, probably has to be under that heavy ass suit (she vaugely recalls the struggle of prying each piece off, the surprising weight of it all). She tries her best not to stare, but it’s particularly difficult when most of the guys she sleeps with don’t look half as good as this.
“I’m being serious. If you want to keep it on, keep it on,” She says, shrugging. “I’ve been with people who are into weirder stuff.”
“It’s not like that.”
“I know, Bats, I’m just trying to tell you it doesn’t bother me.”
He’s quiet for a second, eyes scanning over her face like he’s looking for signs of a lie. Then he breathes softly out. “I…thank you.”
She smiles. “You’re welcome.”
Then the Batman sits up. “Do you want me to leave?”
“What?” Selina’s heart suddenly aches, something she does not want to consider right now.
“I mean, isn’t this how this usually goes? Aren’t I supposed to leave?” He asks.
She puts a hand out instinctively, to grab his shoulder or something. The way he flinches at the sudden movement makes her swallow hard, slowly setting it back down on the bed. “I mean…do you want to leave?”
The slow drag of his gaze up her body gives all the answer she needs, but he still responds quietly. “Not particularly.”
She’s careful to move slowly this time when she leans over to kiss him, but he doesn’t jump this time, just melts into her touch. She shifts her head and her nose bumps against the mask. He pulls back, and she worries for a moment she’s done something wrong.
Instead, he mutters something that sounds like “This is stupid” before reaching up and pulling off the mask.
Both wearing it for the mission and sleeping in it had ruined his hair, but he actually manages to comb it back into place pretty easily. There’s red lines on his face where the mask had dug in and she wants to reach up and run her fingers over them, memorize the angles of his face.
His face. Right.
He’s handsome, obviously. She’d have bet all her money on that, this was just proof. He’s more boyishly pretty than hunky, but it’s certainly not unwelcome. Most of the dark makeup around his eyes has been rubbed off in his sleep, presumably into the mask, but some of it is smeared down his face. She almost frowns when she sees the way it only pronounces the dark circles already there.
He stares at her expectantly, almost nervous.
“Um, hey,” she says. “You look good.”
He frowns, which is not the reaction she was expecting. “Do you not…?”
“What?”
“Nevermind, I guess,” He looks a little embarrassed, though she can’t quite figure out why. “My name’s Bruce.”
She grins. “Nice to meet you, Bruce.”
He smiles back. “Pleasure.”
Selina crawls over in the bed and swings one leg over so that she’s straddling his thighs (god, they’re so big, what the hell). Bruce’s face flushes a little at that, but there’s a surprising confidence in him when he settles his hands on her waist, running his fingers across her back.
“Did you enjoy last night?” She asks, meaning it to come out more conversationally but their position twists her words in a much more sensual manner than intended. Not that she’s complaining.
(Their activities last night are much clearer to her now, having shook off most of her sleepiness. She particularly treasures the memory of the Batman—Bruce—whining with pleasure, her strap pressing deep inside.)
He leans forward and kisses her collarbone. “Did you?”
“I certainly had a lot of fun with you,” Selina says, then pokes him in the chest. “Don’t avoid the question, though.”
“I did.” He says, and Selina is getting the feeling that Bruce might be even quieter than the persona he plays every night. Good thing she can talk enough for the both of them.
“Look, let me just ask this straight.” Selina says. “If you’re up for a…a round two, then so am I. But if you want to leave and forget this ever happened, we can do that, too. Way ahead of you.”
(Selina never wants to forget. How can she ever look him in the eye again, knowing what’s under that mask? Under that suit?)
Bruce blinks at her, hands pausing where they were tracing shapes into her hips. “I thought we were…?”
“Oh!” Now it’s her turn to feel her face heat up. “Um. Okay. Sure.”
“I mean, only if you want to,” He rushes to say, dropping his hands. She snaps out to grab them, freezing for a moment once she realizes what she’s done.
“No, I…” She swallows, staring down at their hands. She’s never considered herself a small person, in fact she’s usually taller than her typical female partner. But the difference between her and Bruce’s hands makes her head spin. She carefully places his hands back on her thighs. “I want to. With you.”
He squeezes, actually eliciting a sharp gasp out of her (not out of pain, but of surprise, of something hot in her stomach). “Me too.”
“God, can we stop talking about it and just fuck, already?” Selina complains, finally, finally, grabbing the back of his head and pulling him in for a kiss.
It’s so much fucking better without the mask. She manages to slip her tongue into his mouth and he moans, pulling her closer.
Bruce clearly has nowhere important to be this morning or perhaps in general, judging by the way he kisses her so slowly and carefully. She pushes her hips against him, trying to speed things up, but he just firmly holds her in place.
“We already did things fast last night,” He says, kissing the underside of her jaw. “Can we take this slow?”
Selina kind of wants to cry at that, at the thought of someone being gentle with her. So many of her fucks are quick, dirty, and usually take place behind seedy bars. “Sure. Your call, Bats.”
“Bruce.” He corrects, his mouth traveling down her neck in slow, open-mouthed kisses.
“Bruce.” She tightening her arms around his shoulders.
He bites down on her shoulder and she yelps, but his tongue quickly soothes the bruise that is no doubt forming there. “Sorry, was that too hard?”
“Just surprised me, is all,” Selina feels along his shoulders, pressing into the muscles there. Seriously, this dude is stacked. “It felt good.”
“Okay,” is all the response she gets before Bruce has apparently made it his mission to cover her in hickies. She sighs with each bite, tilting her head back to expose more flesh.
(Some deny it, but any person in this weird vigilante-crime business they both find themselves on opposite sides of has to find some odd satisfaction in pain. Selina is no different.)
Finally, though, he grabs her and flips them over so that he’s hovering over her. Normally she hates this position, hates feeling overpowered. With Bruce, though, she feels shielded instead of unsafe.
(Great, another weird Bruce thought to push to the side. Is she going for some sort of high score?)
He kisses down her torso, pausing for a moment to toy with her breasts. She spreads her legs and pushes herself up on her forearms for a better view.
Bruce settles between her legs, leaving a bruise on her inner thigh. As nice as all the slowness has been, she’s admittedly growing a little impatient, so she hooks her fingers in his hair and drags him toward her cunt.
He actually goes quite willingly, a mirror to his behavior the night before. Wasting no time, he dives in with his tongue, large hands back at her waist.
Selina moans, throwing her head back. Bruce’s technique is certainly not perfect, but he makes up for it in enthusiasm.
“Little slower, yeah, like that. Good, good. Ah, fuck, right there!” She tries to direct him, which certainly helps. She grabs the back of his head again, thrusting her hips almost involuntarily.
Eventually, she feels him pull back and she releases his head. Bruce looks up at her, pupils blown wide and chin shiny from her cunt. It’s the hottest fucking thing she’s ever seen.
“I really—Can I…” He takes a deep breath, looking her dead in the eye. “I want to fuck you.”
Selina pretends to consider it, if only to be a bit of a tease and a bastard. If anything, her cunt is practically begging to be destroyed by this man.
“I mean, considering what I did to you last night, I guess it’s only fair,” She says, leaning over to the bedside table and pulling out a condom and lube, which she tosses his way. Her mind makes a rude quip about preventing Cat-Bat hybrids, but she keeps that particular one to herself.
Bruce slides on the condom and gives his dick a few cursory pumps, covering it with lube. He crawls back over top of her. Selina swallows and he seems to sense her discomfort. “We can do it a different way. Do you want to be on top?”
Selina forces herself to shake her head. If Bruce can trust her with his face, she can trust him with this. “No, it’s okay. I’m not used to being like this, but…it’s different with you.”
Something in Bruce’s eyes softens at that and he kisses her on the forehead. “Let me know if you change your mind.”
She nods, and he begins to press in. Bruce, predictably, moves slowly, but he’s constantly checking with Selina to make sure she’s okay and kissing all over her face and neck.
He stops when she starts to cry, clearly worried he’s done something wrong, and she doesn’t quite know how to articulate that he’s done everything right.
“Nobody’s ever treated me like this before,” She says, the words flooding out of her like a dam that’s been broken. “So carefully, like I’m someone that matters. And this whole time the guy that was going to fuck me right was running around next to me in a bat costume!” She laughs a little, even through her tears. The whole thing is as funny as it is pathetic.
Bruce pets at her side. “It’s not a costume, it’s more of an armored suit. But go on.”
This makes her laugh again, for real this time, the sheer ridiculousness knocking her out of her downward spiral. “You’re ridiculous. Seriously, just ridiculous.” She wipes at her eyes. “Can we just have sex already?”
“Are you done crying?” He studies her carefully.
She wipes away the remaining tears. “Yeah. I’m done.” As if to make her point, she rocks her hips up, pressing a bit more of his cock inside. “Less sad, more sexy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Bruce says, and she can see the faint hint of a smile on his face.
When he finishes pushing in the rest of the way, he starts pressing into her with these long, deep strokes that force needy sounds from her mouth. She starts rocking forward to meet him, their hips meeting with a surprising amount of force.
“You feel so good, what the fuck,” She grabs at his shoulders just to have something to hold on to. “I mean, you’re tall and all so of course you’re big, but, fuck!”
Something in her babbling makes him speed up his thrusts, pushing into her faster and faster until she’s hanging on for dear life. His hands are all over her body, touching her breasts and hips and thighs. It’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
“Selina,” Bruce grunts from above her, apparently all he can manage to get out.
“Bruce,” She responds in kind, digging her fingernails into his back. He arches into it (remember what she said about vigilantes and their weird pain kinks? Empirical evidence, folks).
After a few particularly hard thrusts, she feels something familiar building deep in her stomach. “Bruce, oh my god, I’m going to—” She barely gets any warning out before she comes hard, legs shaking with the force of it.
Bruce moans when he sees her lose control, and it only takes him a few more erratic thrusts and he’s pressing deep inside her and biting down again on her shoulder. He lies there for just a moment, crushing her under his weight, before seemingly realizing what he’s doing and pushing himself up with shaking arms.
“Sorry,” He mutters, pulling out and tossing the used condom in the trash beside her bed.
“Don’t apologize for literally making me cum my brains out,” Selina says, yanking him back in bed. He falls back with a surprised sound, but contentedly curls into her chest.
Hm. Little spoon. Interesting. She files that away into her mental folder titled “The Batman”.
Her eyes slipping closed, she makes a quick adjustment to the folder, changing the title to simply “Bruce”.
Quiet. Surprisingly funny, but a dry humor sort of funny. Tall and big, huge in more ways than one. Little spoon.
Man I am not in love with.