Not My Diagnosis

It had been a couple of months. I hadn't seen him in a while; a week and two days. I assume he was out galavanting around as Bruce Wayne as the sun had just set. I stroked Nightmare's forehead and sighed, my fingers playing with grooves in the board of the fence underneath me.

"Do you think I am growing soft?" I asked him as though he could respond. Maybe the fact that he couldn't made me feel better. He ducked his head and turned to expose his side to me and I patted his shoulder. "I don't think I am... but perhaps he's finally getting to me. Being forced into his idealism is rather taxing you know." I sighed again and stroked down his back, watching him glisten in the fading light.

I hopped off of the fence and walked him to his stable, fixing him up with a tray of oats and a few apples because I liked to spoil him. And he deserved it. I locked the door and went on my way, walking down the road towards the former Wayne Manor.

I walked up to the waterfall where he liked to hide and crossed off to the side, navigating the foot path in and shaking off the gallons of water that now engrossed my clothes. I paced around the cave, smiling in reminiscent thought. The days when we used to just have our nasty little captivity sessions seem so much simpler. I never worried about making him unhappy.

This seemed to be turning into a Romeo and Juliet scenario, except more akin to Romeo and Romeo. We weren't supposed to be together, and our professions reject it, but it seems a horrible manipulation of fate. I don't want to feel for him. A quick dip in sin every once in a while is fine, but I shouldn't be feeling. Why am I feeling.

The familiar whine of his vehicle stirred up the outside world beyond the white noise of the waterfall, and he was soon through and skidding to a halt, his car shedding the water much more gracefully than myself.

I raised an eyebrow, not expecting him in his beast of a machine, nor at this time nor place. I crossed my arms and stood in the depths of the cave, waiting for him to get out. A part of me wanted to hide, but I hadn't seen him in a while and reasoned that it would be nice to say 'hello'.

He leaped out of the Tumbler and ran over to one of the panels on the wall, punching something into the keys below one of the screens. I padded over to him softly, much to his inattention.

"Busy as usual?" My question was punctuated by a hand around my throat and a stifled cough that tried to escape. In the moment I went to raise a hand he dropped me and sighed.

"I'm so glad to see you," he breathed.

"It didn't seem like it," I growled, rubbing my throat. He then pulled me in by the shirt, pushing me back onto his control panel, unfastening my coat and tearing it off along with my sweater-vest , letting both of them drop to the ground with a heavy slap of water. He loosened my tie and began on my shirt before I could fully grasp what was going on.

"Oh. That's not why I'm here. I..." I stopped to breathe, his hands emptying my lungs. "I didn't even expect you back."

"You aren't happy to see me?" His mask hit the floor along with his belt and the armour around his groin.

"Well, yes, but... I've been thinking ah--" He grasped my loins through my pants and squeezed hard, thankfully, not enough to hurt. I struggled for a grip on the keys behind me and let him work on my belt and other fastenings.

"Don't do that," was his gruff reply, as he tore my pants down to my ankles and off over my shoes, which, I have to say, was quite a feat. He tore my shirt open and worked his lips around my shirt and tie to my neck, victimizing it as he did.

"No... unh... listen," were the words that managed to jump past my tongue, the rest casualties of his caress. I shuddered as his hand found my pleading manhood, satisfying it with a hasted touch, if still gloved. "Mr. ... Wayne... please..." I breathed, my chin dipped to my chest as he continued to stifle my linguistic skills and advanced upon me more, slicking his phallus with water from my shirt and his own saliva.

A stifled cry choked me as he thrust himself into me. Labored breaths came as I attempted to recapture my relinquished oxygen, my fingers curling against the keys as he rhythmically propelled himself within me. He kept a hold of my gender-distictive extremity and continued his work on it, the glove creating an oddly pleasing sensation.

He soon pushed my upper body back against the semi-vertical panel behind me, the display of my body that he wanted now perfect. Another pride-smothered cry of ecstasy bled from my lips as he manipulated himself to that spot within my body that wrung the most impossible plateaus of pleasure from me. It had been a bit of time since we last were so close and I couldn't help but succumb to the sensation.

His hands quickly found my otherwise clumsy hands, putting them back against the screen my shoulders pressed to. His swollen lips devoured my neck, hips thrusting harder. "I've missed your treatment, Doctor," he huffed against my neck. I would have lost the words were they not so close to me. All I could think about was the intensity growing in my loins. Every thrust, every kiss, touch, grip, pushing me closer to release it seemed like I had been starved for an eternity from.

"Ah... Mr. Wayne." My shoulders started to concuss against the screen behind me, flesh following the same corse lower. Teeth on my skin only pushed me farther, my vision clouding as the tension in my nethers pulsated, on the verge or exploding. And with impeccable timing, an armored hand found my pained member again, pulling me over the brink of orgasm.

I shuddered as pearly ribbons steamed across my chest and stomach, the sensation of him filling me soon to follow. My head lulled back against the nearly dislocated screen, basking in the afterglow, finding no words to describe it, try as I might. A sultry chuckle was breathed against my neck, bringing me down from my euphoria. "Amazing," he whispered, kissing my neck again and up to my jaw.

He locked eyes with me, a hand raising to adjust my glasses, askew again. Emerald eyes surveyed my face, head cocking slightly to the side. "What's wrong?"

"Hm? Nothing," I answered. It was almost true, but as I settled back into reality the point of my adventure here sank back to me. He raised a brow and I smirked, pushing against him slightly.

"More?" He laughed and stepped back, uncomfortably withdrawing from me. He wandered off a bit and came back with a cloth, handing it to me. I nodded and wiped off what I could, looking down in thought.

He stepped up behind me, growing manhood pressing between the part of my gluts, hand cupping one side as the other palmed my stomach and traversed up my chest. He nuzzled my hair, apparently uncaring that it was soaked. Another deep chuckle.

I suppose it could wait.

{{This will be my last chapter for a little bit, unless people really want me to continue it. I always will for fans and readers, but I'm not sure how many people are still about and looking forward to this. If you want me to continue let me know one way or another, but if not then this shall be the close of the story for now. Thank you for everything.
~Dr. Crane }}