The Cop and the Bat

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Anne had fallen asleep around midnight and was having very pleasant dreams… at least she thought that she was dreaming until her eyes shot open and she realized that she was on her bed. The blissful sensation from her dream continued in the waking world…. But now, she could clearly feel the tongue working at her sex, the lips that ever so gently pulled and sucked at her nub. Reaching down with her hands, she found the ears of Bats’ mask and squeezed. “Bats!” she cried.

“Mm, awake at last” Batman commented, pausing in his movements. “I didn’t feel like announcing myself, precious. I came in and you were asleep under the covers, your little legs open like you were waiting for me…”

Anne smiled at his words, then gasped as he caught her center with his lips and sucked hard. “Jesus!”

“I need you tonight” he confessed. “I want to make you come on my tongue and cock”

She shivered at his words and pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing the item away. “I need to talk to you, Bats…”

“After” he stated firmly. “I’m not about to discuss things with you when I need you this badly. You just lie back and let me have my fill of you”

Anne couldn’t have argued with him if she had wanted to. She felt him lower his head: he drew the flat of his tongue over her sex while she quivered. Now she knew of another skill that he had… he was very, very good at this, able to use different amounts of speed and pressure to drive her insane. “Oh, Bats… oh, fuck…”

He growled against her sex but refused to dislodge himself. He had never tasted a sweeter woman.

He swirled his tongue around her center and then he pushed it inside of her: Anne had never experienced anything like it and she cried out. She wanted to hold his head while he pleasured her, but she was too afraid that she might yank at his mask in her passion and anger him. Instead, she grasped the sheets on either side of her body. Bats was lapping at her now as if he were feeding… “Bats” she called once more: in response, he put his hands on her inner thighs and spread her wide.

He was making noises of contentment in the back of his throat, the vibrations being passed on to her…

Anne couldn’t hold out: with a squeal, she went over the edge, coming hard and fast on his tongue. Batman stayed with her, relinquishing nothing and capturing her wetness.

She felt incredibly warm, blood rushing through her ears in the aftermath. “Oh, Bats…” Anne whispered between gasps, “You’re so damn good…”

Smiling to himself, he laved her inner thighs softly.

He drew his hands over her legs and Anne noticed something. “You’re wearing your gloves” she mused.

“The tines are gone” Batman replied, climbing up over her. “I had to use them tonight”

“They eject?” Anne asked in wonder. “What happened?”

“A gang of hoods… they came at me too fast, I had no choice…”

“Bats” Anne sighed, sensing the sadness within him. Unlike a lot of people in Gotham, she knew that he didn’t relish having to hurt anyone. “Would you like a drink to relax?”

Batman shook his head. “I told you what I need, Anne… you…”

She wanted to protest, wanted to mother him, but she knew that he wouldn’t stand for it, so she smiled for him and accepted his kisses. She could taste herself on his lips: it was sweet and heady.

Batman spread her legs and entered her, gasping just as she did. He had made her incredibly slick with his tongue so that he could thrust hard and deep into her.

“Bats!” Anne moaned between his kisses, “Oh, god!”

“When they were knocked out, all I could think about was you” he confessed. “I had to come and fuck you, baby, I had to…”

Anne realized that he was holding her headboard as leverage and barreling into her. His thrusts were so vicious that she wondered if she would be bruised, but she didn’t care. It felt so fucking good, and the predatory noises that he made were the sexiest sounds she had ever heard. She found herself encouraging him, egging him on. “Yes! Oh god, harder!”

“You love it, don’t you?” he queried back, his voice husky with passion. “You love it when I fuck you so hard it hurts”

Anne nodded, looking up into his eyes. She whimpered when he paused for a moment, leaning down to kiss her deeply.

When Batman released her mouth, he growled, “On your hands and knees!”

She would have gotten into the position for him, but he was so eager that he flipped her around without losing their connection. Anne pushed herself up, pressing her back to his chest as he once more took hold of the headboard and began to pound into her. She had to push back against him to keep from moving forward and hitting her head: it only amplified the pleasure for the both of them.

“That’s a good girl” Batman growled, leaning down so that he could bite and suck at the junction of her neck and shoulder. “You feel so fucking good!”

Anne could barely keep her eyes open: she had never been fucked so savagely before and the sensations were incredible. She wasn’t sure if she would come again or if she was having a long, slow orgasm.

“My precious cop” Batman hissed, jarring her body with his own, “Oh my fucking god, I’m going to come!”

“Yes!” Anne retorted, her entire being tingling, “Please…!”

“You want me to come inside of you? Tell me, Anne…!”

Her mind was hazy, but she found the words. “I want you to come inside of me, Bats… I want your come so much! I need it!”

“It’s all yours, baby” he soothed. “Here it is!”

She heard him roar so loudly that she was certain that he would wake her neighbors, but she didn’t care. As he began to grunt, his cock throbbing inside of her, she lost control and came again, bright lights flashing behind her eyelids.

Anne was boneless and mindless, vaguely aware that he had lowered them down to the bed and was now spooning her. It took her a few minutes before she could think straight: the fact that he had his left arm draped over her and was lazily teasing her left breast didn’t help the situation. “Bats?”

He stirred behind her, pressing a tender kiss to the back of her neck. “I’m sorry, Anne… I just really needed to let go…”

“Don’t” she denied, still gasping for breath, “Don’t apologize for the best sex I’ve ever had”

He chuckled darkly against her skin. “Did I hurt you?”

“I’m okay” she soothed, placing her hand over his on her breast. “I’m better than okay… much better…”

“You said you wanted to talk to me?”

Jesus, how could she broach the subject now? After what they had just shared?

“It’s about Wayne, isn’t it?” he inquired.

Anne had almost forgotten that he was a mind-reader. “How…?”

“You went to his charity ball with Gordon. I’m just assuming that Wayne hit on you”

“He asked me on a date, actually” Anne replied, “I said yes, but I’ll cancel with him if you want me to”

“Why would I want that?”

Anne was hurt a little bit, but it passed. “I just thought… men can get territorial…”

“Anne, between you and me, it’s release, good release…but for all you know, I’m married with five kids…”

“Somehow I doubt that” she scoffed.

“What I’m trying to say, my pretty little cop” Batman whispered, kissing her neck, “Is that you have a right to a life. I can’t be without you every night. I can’t take you out on a date, but he can…”

“It’s all right with you?”

“You have my blessing…”

“You won’t stop seeing me, will you?” she asked nervously.

Mustering his strength, Batman whirled her around again so that she faced him. “I’ll never stop seeing you, Anne” he replied firmly. “We belong together, late at night. You’re mine no matter what”

Anne smiled and reached out with her right hand, tenderly caressing his jaw. “You amaze me” she whispered.

“I’m just a man” he retorted, kissing her fingertips when they brushed over his lips.

She shook her head. “You’re too humble, Bats. What you do for Gotham, for its people…”

“I do what you do, Anne”

She giggled. “Not quite, Bats. You have better gear, better body armor… you have a fucking signal that we turn on when we need you”

“You have a beeper” he challenged. “That’s faster than a signal in the sky”

“You just won’t take a compliment, will you?”

“Will you?”

Sighing, she kissed him softly. “Try me…”


“You’re the only one that I can trust” Batman stated, pushing a stray lock of her hair over her right ear.

“What are you talking about? You trust Jim Gordon…”

“It’s not the same… You let me be me” you let me be Batman without questioning my true identity. I know that if I were ever incapacitated, you wouldn’t touch my mask or let anyone else do it. You respect me and you accept me as I am. I need that, Lieutenant…”

Anne gazed deeply into his eyes: when she thought about it, she realized that he did trust her. He stayed around her far more than he did Jim or anyone else. He allowed her to touch his face, to get a good look at his eyes. (They were a beautiful shade of hazel-brown, warm and haunting inside of his mask). “Bats” she sighed, emotion swamping her. “I trust you, too. You have to know that”

He smirked softly and watched as tears ran down her face. “I know, precious… and it humbles me. I never thought I would find anyone who would accept me, considering that I run around in a cape…”

She giggled as he leaned forward and kissed away her tears. “The cape is sexy” Anne defended. “I’d love to be swallowed up in it”

“You know, Anne, Dr. Crane would say that we have issues” Batman replied, slowly rubbing her back.

Anne was all too familiar with the infamous Dr. Crane, the psychiatrist who had become the “Scarecrow”. “Maybe so, but he’s completely insane… we’re just a little bit nuts”

“I don’t know about that” Batman responded, slowly rolling over her. “I should have had my fill of you, but look at me… I’m still hard as a rock and I want you again”

“Mm” Anne breathed, answering his loving kisses one by one as he began to thrust inside of her once more. “If this is crazy, Bats, don’t you dare get sane on me, not ever…”

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TBC