The Cop and the Bat

A/N: This is still Anne and Bats, but for those of you interested in how Bruce Wayne will get involved in the story and the issues that it will cause, he'll be along shortly! ;-)

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The next morning, Anne was sitting at her desk in Police Headquarters, marveling over the previous night, when Jim Gordon came in and touched her shoulder.

“O’Malley, walk with me” Jim entreated.

Anne obeyed immediately: it was her habit to follow Jim’s requests. She had been assigned to him as a rookie, and while the other cops had teased him about having a girl to look after, he had taught her everything that he knew. It wasn’t long before they were an inseparable pair: perfect partners. As Jim ascended through the ranks, she moved along with him. They had worked together for years, through stake-outs and shoot-outs, and they had always made it through.

Jim led her up to the roof: thank god it was morning or she would have expected to see Batman, and considering the previous nights’ events, she would have been blushing like a schoolgirl.

“What’s up, Gord?” she queried.

Jim regarded her. “You look different this morning… What is it?” He pondered for a moment and then smiled. “You were with someone, weren’t you?”

Oh hell, she blushed anyway. “Gord…”

“All right, all right” he conceded, raising his hands. “You’re not in the mood to be teased, I can see that… I’ve got some good news for you”

Anne waited nervously: Jim seemed quite excited.

“You’ve been promoted, Anne… you’re the new Head Lieutenant to the Commissioner”

“What?” she queried, not believing her ears. “Why not you?”

“They’ve given me a different job”

Anne shook her head. “No way, I’m not working without you! I’m your partner, I’m not taking a position where I’m reporting to the Commissioner when you’re the one who deserves it!”

Gordon smiled at her loyalty. He had trained her well and no one could argue differently. “Anne, honey… you’ll be reporting to me”

She was flabbergasted. “You mean… you’re…?”

“You’re looking at Commissioner James Gordon”

“Oh, Gord!” Anne cried, embracing him with a hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thanks, Anne” he replied, squeezing her back. “Congratulations to you, too”. Gordon held her at arm’s length and smiled. “You should clean out your desk, you’re moving upstairs with me”

She laughed softly. “Do I get my own office?”

“Right next to mine… and you’ll have the authority to turn on the signal yourself and call for Batman, should I not be able to”

Anne was a flurry of emotions… part of her wanted to confess to Jim that she had been with Batman, but she remembered that her lover had warned her against it.

“Is something wrong?” Jim asked, noticing the look on her face.

She shook her head again. “No, it’s just a lot to absorb”

“Gotham’s in trouble, kiddo… we’ve got to do our very best to keep it from crumbling. You’ll be my liaison to the street. Believe me, more than one person will question my choosing you… but I know you, Anne. I took you as a rookie and I trained you the best that I could. I need your help now… will you help me?”

Anne looked at him: he knew that he was asking a lot of her. She was young for her position, and she didn’t have a family at home… but she had Bats. She had him, even if his visits were to be infrequent… “Gord, you know I will. I owe everything to you. You’re the only person I can trust in the department and I love you”

Jim smiled. “You’re going to make someone a good wife”

Anne was used to this exchange: they’d been having it for years. It was playful, nothing more. “Yeah, but you’re already married” she retorted.

“Yeah… bummer on that, huh?”

They laughed together and then Anne went downstairs to clean out her desk while Jim headed to his office on the top floor.

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Four days as a Lieutenant and she didn’t really feel any different. Something was going on with the mob bosses in Gotham, but the police were stymied as to what and why.

Anne got home around nine at night, ate something for dinner and watched the news in the dark of her living room before switching the channel and finding some inane cartoons. She needed to relax… while the television played, she slipped into her robe in the bathroom and then returned to the living room, lighting a cigarette.

She gasped when she saw his face reflect in the glow of her lighter.

“Those aren’t good for you” Batman rasped.

Anne exhaled slowly, trying to calm herself. “I’m sure that being snuck-up upon isn’t good for me, either” she replied, “but that’s just the way it is with you”

He chuckled lowly. “Don’t I get any credit for scaling 38 floors without anyone noticing me?”

Anne liked this side of him: Batman was always so serious, and she loved the fact that he laughed around her. “Of course you do” she answered, exhaling once more.

Batman moved closer to her, sitting down kitty-corner to her on a chair. “You’re a Lieutenant now”

“Yep… Head Lieutenant to Commissioner Gordon”

“Quite a promotion”

Anne heard a bit of jealousy in his voice and she did her best to quickly diffuse it. “I’ve worked with him for years… it’s only natural” She paused for a moment, inhaling from her cigarette. “What’s going on with the mob?”

“I don’t know” he answered honestly. “A lot of movement, but no discernable cause or purpose”

“Do you think it’s a power struggle? After all, there’s a vacancy in one of the families…”

“Your guess is as good as mine, Lieutenant” Batman replied. “My information is the same as yours… for now…”

“Sounds like you have plans” Anne breathed.

“I’m sure that you aren’t sitting on your laurels on this one… it’s not your style”

“You know my style?” Anne queried, smiling at him.

Batman answered her lowly, in a matter-of-fact style. “First in your class at the academy, an expert in firearms and psychological tactics… started as a partner to Sergeant James Gordon, with fifteen major busts in your first year. Took your Sergeants’ exam when he was promoted to Lieutenant and passed with flying colors. Clean background and positive psych profile. You’ve been known to bend the rules a bit, but never so far as to receive a reprimand: you’re well-decorated, actually. Considering all of these things, it’s really no surprise that you were promoted to Lieutenant”

“You must have read my file” she mused.

“I don’t go into any situation without all of the information that I can gather” Batman retorted. “You’re too dedicated to your job and the Commissioner to let this thing with the mob drop”

“Maybe we can exchange information” Anne proposed, crushing out her cigarette in an ashtray.

“Of course, Miss O’Malley… although I’m not here to work on theories”

Anne blushed. “Aren’t you?”

“I’m here for you, Anne, and you know it”

He had called her out for being coy- but Anne couldn’t be angry with him. She knew what he housed within his suit, and she knew the incredible release that they would find together.

“Bats” she whispered yearningly.

“Turn it off” he ordered, motioning his head towards the television.

Looney Tunes would have to wait. Anne obeyed him and then rose from her couch, walking over to him and kneeling at his feet.

“What are you up to, precious?” Batman asked huskily.

“You said that I could suck you this time” Anne replied, licking her lips. “I want to…”

He growled lowly at her statement.

Anne watched as he pressed here, slid there on the codpiece of his suit until the section became loose and he could remove it. She literally purred to see his cock again, his manhood hot and hard for her. Slowly, she maneuvered herself between his legs and wrapped her tiny hands around his shaft…

Batman watched her lower her head, watched her sweet, pink tongue brush over the head of his erection, collecting the moisture there.

“Mmm” she intoned, cataloguing his flavor. She bathed his shaft in delicate little licks, getting him wet as she traced his veins with the tip of her tongue.

For his part, Batman was digging his fingers into the arms of her chair and trying to hold on to his sanity. Her mouth felt so good around him…

Anne heard him groan above her and it sent a pang of desire through her body. Batman was so sexy that she wanted to devour him. She took as much of him into her mouth as she could, sucking and licking.

“Mm, precious…” he growled, wincing as she worked her mouth over the head of his cock, “That feels so goddamn good…”

Anne pulled back and whispered, “I’m glad that you like”

He chuckled throatily: what wasn’t to like? She knew what she was doing, and as she set up her rhythm, Batman allowed himself to relax enough to lay his head back on the top of the seat and to close his eyes.

She wished that she could touch more of him… that she could rub the flat of his stomach, slowly draw her nails over his thighs… but he had already said that his suit stayed on. Anne would just have to make do. Besides, sucking his cock was enough work in itself: he was big, and he seemed to swell against her tongue as she slid up and down him.

“Anne” he cried huskily, pressure building up within him, “You keep that up, precious, and I can’t be held responsible for what happens…”

Anne released him for a moment, moving her hands over his shaft as she spoke. “Are you saying that you’ll come for me, Bats? That you’ll come in my mouth?”

Lifting his head, he locked eyes with her. God, but she was beautiful, her eyes so bright and expectant, her lisp swollen from sucking him. Reaching out with his right hand, he cupped her face: Anne surprised him by turning her head and capturing his thumb with her lips. His gloves were strong, but sensitive enough so that he could feel it as if she were sucking his bare flesh. “Oh, god” he intoned, his eyelids growing heavy with desire. “You want me to, don’t you? You want me to come in your mouth and throat…”

Anne let go of his thumb and nodded yes. “I want to taste you, Bats. I need to…”

He smiled down at her. “You’re going to get what you want, baby… it won’t be long now…”

It was Anne’s turn to grin, and then she set her mouth upon him once more, sucking him in deep, long strokes. Oh, the noises that he made! The way that he held her head in his hands…

Batman had been right, because moments later he declared, “I’m gonna come, Anne… oh, god…”

She heard his growl, long and low, followed by his grunts…

“I’m coming… oh, fuck…!”

Anne moaned contentedly as his fluid exploded on her tongue: she had to swallow quickly, but she managed to keep up. He was delicious, salty-sweet and warm…

Batman had lost himself again. When his consciousness returned, he was gasping for air, sitting in a prone and exposed position. Anne was still in front of him, periodically bathing his manhood with long, slow strokes of her tongue. With a low growl, he took hold of her shoulders and lifted her to her feet along with him.

“Bats?” she queried softly.

“Bed” he retorted.

Turning, Anne made her way towards her bedroom, sensing that he was following her more than actually hearing his movements. Ah, but he’s the king of stealth, she reminded herself. After all, how many times had he startled Jim and herself on the roof at headquarters? It was ridiculous, really…

Standing by her bed, she took off her robe and let it hit the floor before she climbed onto the mattress. Lying there, she watched as Batman moved about in the shadows, taking off his belt and cape and once again draping the items over the chair near her bed. This time, though, he also removed his tined gloves and placed them on top of his belt and cape.

“Bats?” Anne asked. “I thought you said that your suit would stay on?”

He paused and looked down at his hands, which were bare without his gloves. “I don’t want to cut you with the tines on my forearms” he answered. “Besides, I’m not planning on leaving behind and fingerprints…”

“I wouldn’t run them” she confessed. “You’re not a criminal…”

“To some, I am” Batman averred huskily. “Not that you’d find anything if you ran them”

“Bats, I said I wouldn’t run them and I mean it”

He gave her a wry smile as he approached her bed. “Not even the tiniest bit of curiosity, Lieutenant?”

She shook her head. “I know who you are: you’re Batman”

Joining her on the bed, he chuckled darkly. “And just who is Batman?”

Anne wasn’t sure if he was asking her or himself… she answered him anyway. “Batman is a force of good in Gotham city, badly needed by the people. He’s a hero, a champion… someone whom I can trust. He’s also mysterious, which makes him incredibly sexy…” She said the last words while drawing her fingertips over his chest, tracing the bat symbol on his suit.

“But why is he Batman?” Batman continued, curious as to her thoughts. “Why does he do it?”

Anne thought for a moment, pressing her body to his. In some ways, it was as if she were in bed with a statue, his body was so rigid in his suit. “I don’t know the specifics, I can only guess… Batman was hurt at some point in his life, and he wants to make good. He wants to clean up the streets and make Gotham what it was when I was a child, a city with less despair and grief. Batman does it for the same reasons that Jim and I do… he has hope that one day, Gotham will be what it was… and I love him for that”

Love? He hadn’t been expecting her to use that word, but when she did, it sent a fresh, hot wave of desire through his body.

Anne blushed a bit when she realized what she had confessed to him. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have said that. I’m sure that the last thing that you need is some woman acting lovesick…”

He didn’t answer her: he couldn’t find the words that he wanted to use. He just kissed her deeply and pulled her right leg over his waist so that he could enter her simultaneously. Anne cried out into his mouth. His precious little cop… how he wanted to tell her that he returned her feelings… Instead, he fucked her until they were both a mess, albeit a happy one. She fell asleep once more, giving him time to ponder. He felt safe with her, as if he could tell her anything and everything, and she would remain at his side. She was special: she was devoted to him… and he needed that desperately.