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Bruce sighed as his eyes scanned the sky, frowning as the Batsignal lit up for the third time this night. He was used to working long nights, but he had a charity event to attend tomorrow that he couldn’t slip out of. He rubbed his face as Alfred’s voice spoke through his headset.
“Sir? An alarm was triggered at Gotham Art Museum.”
“Yeah, I’m on it.” Bruce said, voice scratchy and obviously tired.
“I advise you come back for the night after this, Master Bruce.” Alfred replied, picking up on Batman’s exhaustion. “Master Dick can go on patrol later. You have business to attend to tomorrow.”
Bruce swung across town with his grappling hook, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at Alfred’s protectiveness. “I’m well aware of my responsibilities, Alfred.”
The comms were quiet for a moment.
“Take care of yourself, Master Bruce.” Alfred said finally, disconnecting.
Bruce sighed and landed in front of the Art Museum, scanning his surroundings. He walked into the building freely, the front door already open. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. The police weren’t here yet, but surely they would arrive soon. Best to get this over before they got involved.
He walked around the building, looking around for any disturbances. So far, nothing.
He grunted and spoke in a hushed tone. “Alfred, are you sure that—“
“I think Alfred knows best, but then again, who am I to judge? We’ve only just met, afterall.”
Batman turned quickly to see a slim figure admiring a piece of art nonchalantly behind him. “Who are you?” Batman gripped a batarang and got into a fight ready stance.
The person turned their head, glancing at Batman, uninterested. “No need for your toys, Batman. I’m not interested in playing games quite yet.”
“Then what are you interested in?” Batman asked lowly, not amused.
The person finally turned fully, revealing themself to him. A pale, attractive man with long white hair and sunken eyes revealed just-so by a mask. He almost looked like a porcelain doll.
“Why in you, of course.” he replied, smiling. Batman’s eyes widened at the sight of fangs.
“Batman, Gotham’s Dark Knight.” the strange man continued, walking closer to Bruce. “You smell so… interesting. But sadly, not one of us as I originally thought.”
Batman flinched and stepped back, ready to strike at any moment. “… What are you?”
The man giggled, bell-like and pleasant. “Now you’re asking the real questions.” He smirked. “Haven’t you figured it out yet? For the clever Batman, you seem a little slow to the point.”
Batman frowned. He had never seen or heard of this man before, meaning he must be from outside of Gotham. The pointy teeth, the pale skin, the cheekbones… The conclusion was obvious, however very fantastical. Vampires weren’t real. But aliens weren’t real either, until he met Superman.
“I can see the gears working, you’re just in denial, aren’t you?” the man keenly observed, now only a foot or so away from Batman.
He reached out to grab Batman’s hand, and Batman for some reason let him. To his surprise, the man brought his hand to his lips, placing a small kiss on his knuckles. Bruce’s frown deepened as he felt a small blush tinge his cheeks. Who was this freak?
“You may call me Lune.” the man answered, as if reading his thoughts. “And yes, I’m a vampire.” He dropped Bruce’s hand and smiled at him.
“What are you doing here?” Batman demanded, tired of this conversation.
“So impatient.” Lune scolded, his blue eyes captivating and full of mischief. “I simply had a hypothesis to test.”
Batman found himself lost in Lune’s eyes, a slight tingling sensation taking over his body.
Lune smiled. “Looks like you’ve let your guard down.”
In a moment, Lune pounced and tackled Batman to the floor. Bruce was frozen, unable to move. He began to panic. What was happening to him?
“Relax, B.” Lune said, now straddling him. He ran a finger down Batman’s clothed chest, making Batman inhale lightly. “Are you scared?” Lune asked, his eyes glimmering. “Or maybe… something else?” He laughed airily, fangs gleaming and on display.
Batman was frozen in place, unable to move. Anger stirred within him.
“I only tease. But I suppose you’re not much of a comic, are you?” Lune stroked his face. “Don’t worry. The effects of my… persuasion shouldn’t last long. That’s why I have to make this quick.”
Lune licked his lips, his tongue long and snake-like. Bruce felt dread come alive in his chest, along with an array of other emotions he couldn’t identify. Lune leaned down and sniffed along Bruce’s neck, humming in a satisfied manner when Bruce’s heart rate spiked. Lune bared his fangs and grazed them over Bruce’s skin, searching for a good spot. Bruce felt his chest constrict at the sensation. After what had felt like minutes, Lune finally sank his teeth into Batman’s neck.
Bruce let out a grunt of pain as Lune pierced his skin and drank from him. But the pain didn’t last long as Lune’s venom kicked in. Bruce suddenly felt light and floaty, a pleasant feeling taking over his body. A muffled moan escaped his mouth, and his eyes widened in embarrassment. Lune moved back from Bruce’s neck, his lips and chin stained with crimson blood. His pupils were blown and eyes red as he stared at Batman, licking his lips clean. He adjusted his mask as he sat back down onto Batman’s lap, when his eyes widened. Lune smirked and moved a little on top of him, and Batman had the embarrassing realization that he was semi-hard.
“My, looks like you enjoyed that even more than I did.” Lune chuckled, standing up from Batman’s lap. He wiped some blood from his chin and licked it off. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other again very soon.”
Bruce grunted as Lune’s silhouette vanished in a cloud of dark smoke. Just what kind of vampire was he? What was his plan? His intentions? And more importantly, how the hell was Bruce going to get this venom out of his system, before he possibly turned full-vamp?
The numbing effect quickly wore off and Batman stood, shifting his half-hard on in his pants. What the fuck was wrong with him, reacting like that? Usually he was so collected and in control, but that venom must have messed with his head. Bruce placed a hand over the fresh bite, wincing. That was going to bruise. He did a quick scan of the museum to confirm nothing had been stolen, then took the Batmobile back to his house.