Love and Heroes

Love and Heroes


Chloe had just put the twins to bed. She needed to be on her own, she needed time to think. Her thoughts were all over the place, but one thought did persistently plague her mind, it was, ‘He’s dead, he’s dead, and he’s never coming back. I’ve truly lost him’

Chloe placed a hand over her mouth as she braced herself against the wall near her front door, sobbing brokenly, muffling the sobs behind her hand, so as not to wake her sleeping children.

She froze mid sob, when there came a knock on her door. She shakily got to her feet, and went over to the liquor cabinet, hopping whoever was on the other side of the door would get the picture and pissed off. She wasn’t in the mood, nor did she care who was behind that door. In fact she hardly cared about anything at all. Only her children with her priority now.

Just as she was pouring herself a glass of vodka, straight from the bottle into the glass, raw with no added juice. Another knock on her door was heard. She growled and all but slammed the glass upon the mantel. She then stormed over to the door and practically rip it open and all but growled “What the fuck do you want?”

She faltered, the colour draining entirely from her face, as she took in the person who had been knocking on her door and was now standing staring at her with concern. She suddenly felt light headed, as she took in the sight of a healthy and evidentially alive and kicking, Bruce Wayne.

It was all too much, she was on overload. So what happened next was not all that unexpected. Her eyes rolled back into her head her legs gave out she started to fall to the floor. She never reached the floor in question, as Bruce immediately leaped forward and caught her in his arms.

Bruce carefully lifted Chloe into his arms and used his free hand to close the door quietly behind him. He then walked over to the nearby couch and gently lowered her onto it, before standing back to take it the beauty that was his love, and the mother of his children. His children. The very thought brought a loving smiled filled with awe, to his handsome face.

He continued to stare at her unabashedly. He silently took in the difference that seven years had made to his love. Her hair was longer and beautifully curled. Her body was even more curved, he supposed due to the pregnancy and the birth of their children. But still, she was still perfectly slim and toned in all of the right places. Her skin was still a flawless creamy white in colour.

He could not help but reach out a hand, to gently and lovingly caress the side of her face. Oh how he loved and adored the feel of her skin brushing against his own slightly darker skin.

He froze when he saw Chloe was starting to regain consciousness. He watched as her long curled fair coloured lashes fluttered for a few moments before slowly lifting to reveal the stunning blue-green eyes he loved so much.

Chloe looked disorientated, wondering what happened and why she was currently laying on her back. It was after a few more moments of contemplation that she remembered and looked up. She gasped when she saw Bruce standing over her, looking at her with genuine concern.

The coloured drained from her face before going bright red in pure seething rage. She suddenly flew at him and punched him square in the jaw line, hissing lowly and dangerously “Who the fucking hell are you, and what are you doing in my house?”

Bruce quietly and calmly spoke to her as if speaking to a skittish or wounded animal and Chloe hated him for using such a tone on her, whoever the hell he was. “Chloe it’s me, Bruce, I swear.” Chloe nearly screamed in rage at him, but was mindful of her sleeping children down the hall, and did not want this impostor pretending to be their father anywhere near them.

Chloe hissed at him, trembling with rage “Bruce Wayne is dead, he was declared dead this afternoon. So try again you lying and conniving bastard. How dare you try to impersonate him, to me of all people, you lousy bastard.”

Bruce was horrified and lifted his hand to the side of his jaw, gingerly smoothing his hand against it. It was sure to end up bruising and swelling. His love had one hell of a beautiful and mean right hook. If it weren’t for the fact she had just clobber him one in the jaw, he would have been immensely proud or amused. But as it were he was caught up between taking her into his arms and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. And taking her over his knee and spanking her.

The former won out in the end. He grabbed her and captured her mouth with his own. She instantly went rigid before she started struggling to get free; she pounded her fists into his chest. But still he would not let her go. She whimpered, as tears of anguish streamed down her face.

He kissed her hard and passionately until he gentled it, lovingly caressed her mouth with his own. He then slowly and reluctantly released her mouth. Oh how he had missed the taste and smooth silky texture of her mouth.

Chloe struggled to get loose before he pulled her tightly towards him, trapping her hands and arms at her sides. He then whispered into her ear, in an almost growl. “Would an impostor know how to kiss you like that?” He went on as he nuzzled her ear lovingly, gently and affectionately nipping her earlobe, and then gently smoothing his tongue against it to sooth the slight sting.

He continued tightening his grip, when she made another struggle for freedom and let out a little angry hiss. He had to stifle a chuckle of affection; his love was like a spitting, hissing and fierce feline. She was definitely no soft and fluffy pussy cat.

“Tell me, my love. Would an impostor know that you are severely allergic to raspberries and soy milk and other similar soy products? Or would they know that you love Chinese, but loath Mexican food with a passion. And the fact you have a birth mark on your left butt cheek.”

He smirked as she suddenly stilled in his arms. He went on knowing she was starting to crack, but he wanted to make sure that she finally believed him. He added “Would an impostor know that for our first date I took you to the Gotham City opera house to see the ballet version of Romeo and Juliet? You had tears in your eyes at the end of the show, but insisted that you had something in your eye.”

He went on “Would they know that your favourite colour is lilac, but you detest the colour pink, ever since your spring formal back in your freshmen year. Or that one of your most sensitive zones is behind your ears?”

He concluded “Your favourite scent his vanilla and lilacs, you hate Jasmines, and you claimed the scent was too sweet and putrid. And finally when we first met at Princeton, where you were seeing a source for a story of yours, you wore your hair up in a French twist at the back of your head. And you wore a two piece dark purple pinstriped suite. It was a knee cap sleeveless dress and a knee cap length matching long sleeved jacket. You wore black high heeled strapped shoes.”

He paused for a moment before finally saying “Would an impostor know what its like to love you so wholly and unreservedly?” Chloe let out a sob and sagged against him as he sat down on the couch and took her into his arms, as he placed her on his lap and cradled her, letting her sob brokenly into his chest.

He gently and loving placed kisses on the top of her head, as he breathed in the scent of her lilac and vanilla scented shampoo and conditioner. He had missed her scent. In fact he had missed everything about her.

After fifteen minutes Chloe lifted her head from his chest and looked up into his warm brown eyes, her daughter’s eyes. Her voice cracked as she said “I thought you were dead. It was all over the news this afternoon.”

Bruce shook his head and replied “No Chloe, as you can see I’m very much alive. It was that idiot Earl who decided to declare me dead. He is attempting to take Wayne Enterprises public. That was my fathers company, and now it is rightfully mine.”

Chloe blinked and asked “Where the hell have you been Bruce? Seven fucking years, that’s how long you’ve been gone. There was not a day I did not miss or wonder where the hell you were, whether you were dead somewhere in a fucking gutter.”

She added irritably “Christ at least Clark only stayed away for five years and he at least said goodbye to me before he left. But it was long enough to turn his world upside down, he has lost so much. He lost the woman he loves to another; his son is being fathered by another. Shit Clark does even know he is a father.”

Bruce asked “So where did that big blue flying boy scout go?” Bruce knew about Clark, they were good friends, not as close as Clark and Chloe, but still close. They were a lot like brothers.

Bruce had discovered Clark’s secret after he had been hanging around Smallville with Lex Luthor, not long after he had arrived. Clark had saved his life. He had figured it out, while Lex took years longer to do the same. So as you can imagine Bruce knew who exactly it was dressed in the blue spandex and the red cape and boots, when Superman had first flew onto the scene.

Chloe replied “He left to search for the remains of Krypton, his home planet, after astronomers claimed they had found it. Clark was desperately lonely and wanted to see if any of his people were still alive. They weren’t Bruce. He told me it was a grave yard, littered with green kryptonite. It was a deadly and poisonous grave yard. He thinks he’s the last of his kind, but he isn’t. Jason is the next generation of Kryptonian’s; even if he is part human due to Lois being his mother.”

Bruce laughed lowly and commented incredulously “Clark Kent and Lois Lane, with a child together, even if neither realises it.” Chloe snorted, knowing exactly what he meant. No two people could be more different then Clark Kent and Lois Lane. But both just seemed to fit together perfectly, somehow.

Bruce asked “Does she know that Clark Kent is Superman, the man of steel?” Chloe shook her head and replied “No. she did before he left. But she didn’t handle it well. She couldn’t stand sharing him with the rest of the world. She was terrified of giving away his secret. So in the end Clark had to suppress her memories. He took them away with a kiss, but has no idea if a kiss is what it will take to return them to her.”

Chloe added “Anyway enough about Clark, I’m sure you two can catch up with each other at some other time. But right now I want to know where you’ve been and why you stayed away for so long, seven years Bruce.”

Bruce sighed and leaned back into the couch and held her against him as he spoke. “I’ve spent the last seven years travelling all over the place. I briefly spent time inside of a Chinese prison, hopping to gain some insight into how the criminal mind worked.”

He continued at her look of horror “I travelled in all kinds of weather, whilst I was taught how to fight in several styles, for example, I can fight with a sword or a staff. I trained my reflexes and reactions. I learned how to become aware of my surroundings, especially how to survive if I was ever rendered deaf or blind. I also learned how to control my fear and use it to my own advantage.”

Chloe asked “Where and who did you train with?” Bruce replied “I trained with Buddhist monks. It was physically and mentally taxing. I was pushed to my limit. But on the plus side I gained one hell of a body, if I do say so myself.” He smirked at her raised eyebrow of interest.

Chloe smoothed her hands over his jacket covered body, and indeed could feel all of the toned muscle that had not been there seven years ago. She looked up to see Bruce eyeing her with lust filled eyes, oh how he wanted her. She licked her lips, watching as his line of sight intently followed the path her tongue had taken over her lower lip, as she bit down on it slightly.

Before she knew what had hit her, he had grabbed her and was kissing her hungrily. She returned his passionate with her own. The force that was put into their kisses was almost brutal in its intensity. The kiss was made up of seven years worth of passion left unanswered.

Before they could go any further Chloe broke the kiss and panted heavily before she said “Bruce wait a minute before we go any further there are some things you should know. I can’t continue on in less you know.”

Bruce quickly recaptured her mouth with his own before she could protest. He released her mouth and huskily said “I already know about Alfred and Lucia. Alfred told me, thinking you’d never get the chance to, if you thought I was dead. I’m so sorry you’ve had to spend the last seven years bring up our son and daughter on your own. But that stops now, I’m here for you, all three of you. I promise.”

He then leaned forwards and kissed her again gently, lightly running his tongue across her lower lip before urging her to open her mouth, which she complied with, allowing him to slip it inside of her mouth, where it entangle with her own.

He sighed slightly annoyed when she pulled away again. She shook her head and said “That’s not all you need to know Bruce. I dated another guy for about a year and a half after you left. Jimmy Olsen, he’s a photographer at the Daily Planet.” She went on “It didn’t last, couldn’t ever last. I didn’t love him and he didn’t feel the same about me. I was still waiting for you and he was attracted to Lucy Lane, my cousin. He still is for that matter. Claimed he was with the wrong cousin, which I agree with him entirely.”

She added “Jimmy later on told me, it wouldn’t have lasted, as he could tell I was still in love with my children’s father.” She snorted as she commented “Plus he’s practically scared shitless of me. Claims I’m even fiercer then our Lois. That’s got to be saying something right there. Also he claimed I was far too passionate and set in my ways. He didn’t want to be in a relationship with such a dominative woman.”

She added “Clark doesn’t seem to mind Lois’s dominative nature; in fact I have on good authority from the man of steel himself, the farm boy that, it is one of the things he loves and adores about her.” She concluded “Our Lucy is not as fiery and out going as me and Lois. She is more the joker and the flirt.”

Bruce leaned forwards and gave her a gentle and warm loving kiss. He said as he pulled away “He’s right, I agree with Clark, it is also one of the things I love and adore about you. I like Clark love a fiery and self independent woman as well. There is just something sexy about a dominative woman.”

He leaned forwards and passionately captured her lips and said between kisses “Speaking of ‘Kiss’ sexy ‘Kiss’ I see you’ve not let yourself go ‘Kiss’. He added after long and deep satisfying kiss that ended with a loud and hard suckle. “I would very much appreciate getting reacquainted with your hot little body. In fact I intend to spend all night doing just that.”

Chloe moaned low in her throat as he suckled on her jaw line followed by her pulse point. She asked around a moan. “What about the children. I don’t want to wake them, they’re only sleeping down the hall way?” Bruce smirk against her throat and commented “Well my love, you’re just going to have to resist the urge to scream. Hmm I wonder if you’re still a screamer.”

Chloe smacked him on the shoulder, before he lifted her by her bottom and stood, wrapping her legs around his waist. He then walked forwards and asked “Where is your room, I want you now damn it, I need to be inside of you. Seven years is far too long?”

Chloe let out a whimper and grinded herself against his length causing him to grit his teeth before biting her on the side of her neck. She had to stifle her moan in his neck. She whimpered “Down the hall, and to the left.”

Bruce nodded and walked down the hall, carrying her in his arms, her legs still wrapped around him. Once they reached her door, he closed the door behind him with the sole of his foot. Neither came out until the next morning.