The Cop and the Bat

Sleep escaped her. This was supposed to be the first of two days off for her, but being perplexed by her reaction to Bruce only reminded her that she hadn’t figured out what Gotham’s mob world was up to. Wearing her nightgown, Anne lay on her stomach on her bed, leaning over a legal pad. She had sketched out all of the information that she knew: “family” trees, what racket each group was suspected of running, the outbursts between mobs… yet none of it pointed to a reason for all of the fighting that the GPD had heard about. For the last week, the hotsheets had been full of spats between the gangs… so what had them at each other’s throats?

“It’s money…”

Anne didn’t lift her head and immediately search her bedroom for Bats: instead she relished the chill that his deep voice had stirred in her body. She sensed his presence, his nearness, even though she couldn’t see him. “That doesn’t make any sense” she responded, still staring down at her chart. “They’re still making money. I mean, sure, they’ve been dipping into each other’s territories a bit, but not enough for one family to drain another…”

Batman moved closer to her, removing his cape, belt and gloves, dropping them to the floor. “I’m not talking about that money” he answered. “I’m talking about money that they’ve already earned, that they have hidden in some Gotham banks”

Anne furrowed her brow in confusion, still immersed in her scribblings. “They never put enough in any one place so that we can nail them”

“You don’t understand… there are banks in Gotham City that are nothing more than receptacles for mob cash. To make them look legit, the banks have customers, regular citizens… but the vast majority of the holdings are actually mob money. Makes it easier for them to transfer and harder for the police to track”

She was still a bit lost, but she trusted in him and his information. “We’d still see it, Bats… it would be on our radar: no pun intended”

He chuckled anyway. “The banks were set up nearly twenty years ago. Records were falsified so that the IRS had dummy numbers. The IRS was told, “client X had deposited five million dollars’… when in reality, ‘client X’ never existed and the money wasn’t there. The mob would then put their money into the account, up to the amount originally reported to the government. Suddenly the five million dollars was hidden and nothing was suspicious”

Anne understood now. “Jesus, Bats” she swore, finally looking up at him, “That’s good, that’s damn good… how’d you find out?”

Smirking, he sat down on the end of her bed. “I did some research: I had an idea where to look. If you and Gordon dig, you’ll figure it out”

“You’ve got to be kidding” she complained. “You’re dropping that in my lap without telling me how to find it?”

Batman reached out and stroked her cheek. “You’re a smart girl, precious… you’ll figure it out”

“Are you trying to frustrate me?”

He shook his head. “What is it, Anne? You seem tense”

Anne sighed and rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. “What do you know about Bruce Wayne?”

Silence. Maybe she shouldn’t have said anything.

“Is he getting to you?” Batman queried, his voice low and even.

“Yes… no… I don’t know. He’s a nice enough guy – too nice sometimes- but something about him is driving me insane. He wants to see me again, Bats, but I can’t figure out why. He has a shitload of money, girls flocking to him… what does he want with me?”

Batman smiled darkly. “You’re beautiful, Anne… you tend to forget that”

Anne rolled towards him and placed her hand on his lift thigh, trying to feel the muscle beneath his suit. “I’m not THAT pretty” she retorted. “I’m just a cop”

“You make it sound as if being a cop is a bad thing…”

“You know what I mean” Anne shot back. “He’s a billionaire who could fuck any woman he wanted. I’m like a servant compared to him”. Shifting a bit, she laid he cheek down where she had been touching him, his suit wonderfully cool against her skin. “What is this suit made of that it’s never warm?”

Reaching out, Batman stroked his fingers over her jaw. “You know I can’t answer that, precious… and you’re not a servant compared to him. He’s just a man”

“With a LOT of money…”

“Money isn’t love, Anne. You know that”

Cocking her head a little bit, she gazed up at him. “I suppose that you’ve always known about my trust fund from my grandfather?”

Batman nodded. “I know that you used some of it to purchase this apartment… I know that your parents are wealthy, but they disowned you when you became a cop. The money you have was left to you by your paternal grandfather, and an attorney doles it out to you. Anne, you know better than anyone that money doesn’t equal happiness… you have to stop letting your parents effect your sense of self-worth”

“You a psychiatrist, Bats?” Anne asked.

“No, Anne… I’m your lover, and I don’t want to see you beating yourself up. If you want to see him again, see him”

Anne giggled a bit, running her cheek against his leg. “I’ll say this, Bats : you’re the first lover I’ve ever had who encouraged me to date another man”

Bats stroked her cheek affectionately. “I want you to be happy, Anne. Maybe he can make you feel that way”

Sitting up beside him on the bed, Anne wrapped her arms around his neck. “You make me happy, Bats… every second that I’m around you”

“I can’t be your boyfriend” he whispered solemnly.

“Yeah, I suppose your suit would kind of give you away out in public”

She was playful: something that he loved about her.

“Your, um… codpiece is still on” she mused, kissing his cheek.

Batman chuckled darkly. “I don’t think we could have had much of a conversation with my cock out”

Anne retorted, “It would have been a distraction, yes… but a nice one”

Taking hold of her right arm, he brought her hand down to rest on his groin. “Want to learn how to take it off?”

She nodded, her mouth dry at the prospect.

“Slide your fingers here…”

Anne allowed him to guide her wrist, drawing her fingertips over the top of the protective piece.

“Good… now on each side…”

Again she obeyed, the breath hitching in her throat. He was showing that he trusted her, and nothing could ever be as heady.

“Underneath, then press the center…” Batman groaned as she did so, panting. “Careful, precious… I’m hard under this thing”

“Sorry” Anne breathed, leaning over to kiss his chin. He caught her lips in a kiss, purring into her mouth.

Batman was breathing raggedly when he released her. “Now you just rock it from side to side…”

As he pulled his hand away, Anne moved to the floor, kneeling between his legs. She did as he instructed, using both hands to gently lever away the protective device. When it finally became free, she reverently took it into her hands and placed it on the floor. Oh god, his glorious cock was free, hard and wet at the tip. Anne couldn’t stop herself: she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the head, collecting his moisture. “Mm, Bats… you taste so good”

“Do you want to suck me, precious?” He knew that he didn’t need to ask her… he did it only to heighten the desire of the both of them.

“Yes, Bats… please?” she begged, placing tender kisses along his shaft.

“Mm, yes, honey, but there’s a problem…”

“Oh?” Anne inquired, keeping her lips on his hot and hard flesh while she looked up at him. “What’s that?”

“I want my mouth on you, too… on that sweet pussy of yours… think we can manage?”

She smiled wickedly at him. “Lie back on my bed, Bats, and I’ll figure it out”

He did as she asked, situating himself in the middle of her King-sized bed. He watched Anne pull her nightgown over her head and toss it away. “Such beautiful tits” Batman murmured.

Anne squeezed them with her hands, getting him to growl lowly as she climbed into bed with him. She paused to kiss him hard and deep, rubbing her tongue to his.

“Please, precious” he whispered as she broke the embrace. “I’m so hungry for you…”

Moaning at his words, Anne pivoted and straddled his chest so that she faced his feet. Leaning down, anxious to taste his cock, she took hold of him… but Batman was faster. Digging his fingers into her backside, he yanked her backwards…

Anne cried out at the sensation of that talented tongue running over her sex and finding her nub. “Oh, shit, Bats!” she yelped. Lunging forward, she captured his cock in her hands and lowered her mouth onto him.

Oh yes, giving and getting head at the same time… it felt so fucking good and right. He feasted upon her as she sucked him, groaning against her flesh. This was something that he had never done before with any woman, something that made his insides turn with lust for her.

It wasn’t easy to concentrate on him when he was working her so well… but Anne wasn’t about to relinquish his cock and she knew full well that he wouldn’t stop either. His tongue and lips, so talented, were destroying her reserve…

Her orgasm came fast and furious, hitting her like a truck: she wanted to collapse on his body, but apparently her moaning had affected him because he came at the same time, sending his fluid into her mouth. Anne swallowed greedily and then pulled back, purring with happiness as she licked him clean.

“Precious… are you trying to kill me?” Batman teased, rubbing her backside with his hands.

Sliding off of him, Anne cuddled against his side, resting her chin on his abdomen. “Sorry, Bats, you’re just so yummy”

Reaching down, he ran his fingers through her hair and sighed happily. They were both still panting…

“The movement of the money is causing the mobs to fight” he reiterated between breaths. “Find the illegal IRS statements and you’ll see it all”

“Gord will know I didn’t figure it out on my own”

“How?”

Anne smiled softly. “He knows me pretty well, and he’ll know. I was nowhere near that sort of a conclusion… he’ll realize it was you. You do a LOT of legwork for us, Bats”

“Then tell him you ran into me on the way home and I tipped you off”

“Why can’t I just tell him that you came over here to nail me and you mentioned it?” she teased.

“Because I need Jim Gordon as my ally. He finds out that we’re sleeping together and he won’t trust me. He’s very protective of you”

“Somebody has to be” Anne mused sadly.

Batman took hold of her shoulders and gently lifted her up so that he could look into her eyes. “If you haven’t figured it out yet, Anne, I care about you, too. I won’t let anyone hurt you”

He meant what he said: she could see it in his eyes. “Oh, Bats… even if it’s Bruce Wayne?”

“Especially if it’s Bruce Wayne… you’re safe, precious. I’m with you, now and always”

It was the closest thing to “I love you” that she would ever get from him. Anne’s eyes misted over and she accepted his warm and tender kiss.

Of course, with the two of them, a simple, tender kiss easily exploded into unadulterated desire. This time, Anne rode him, taking the both of them to unimagined heights of ecstasy.

Oh, how she loved him…

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TBC