The Cop and the Bat

A/N: This chapter's a bit long, but it has been a while since I've posted. Don't worry, the situation with Anne and Bruce is heating up, as you'll see!



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“Batman brought this information to you?” Jim Gordon asked.



Anne, who was sitting across from him at his desk in his office, the doors closed to insure secrecy, nodded. “I was coming back from the corner store and he was in the alley that leads to my apartment”



“No more alleys” Gordon stated firmly, wagging his finger at her. “I need you in one piece, Lieutenant”



She blushed and lowered her head. She hated lying to Jim about how Batman had given her the information, even if it was for a good cause.



Gordon leaned back in his chair and thought. “It makes sense. I want you to check it out: JUST you. We keep this under wraps unless I say otherwise. There’s still a lead somewhere in this department, as loathe as I am to admit it”



“Understood, Jim”



Jim sighed and then gave her a smile. “Well, get cracking, Lieutenant… See what you can dig up before our coffee break”



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It was all there, just as Bats had said. Anne found a slew of fake reports to the IRS, some as recent as only a few years prior. And the names on the accounts? The people didn’t exist, never had. It was good information that she and Jim could use to build a case against every mob head in Gotham and a fair share of underlings. RICO all around, the sort of thing that made DA’s wet their pants with excitement. Anne worked on gathering more information all day and would have stayed into the night, but she had a date with Bruce Wayne, and Jim wouldn’t hear of her canceling out on it for the new case.



Their second date was at the opera. Anne felt completely out of place in the setting… and it didn’t help that the dress that she was wearing had arrived at her apartment that morning as she was heading off for work. Apparently Bruce didn’t want her to have to keep spending her earnings on dresses, so he had sent a strapless burgundy gown of silk to her, along with matching heels and a wrap. Anne didn’t even want to know how he had found out her shoe size: no doubt Jim had given it up from her personal file during a phone call from Bruce.



Numerous people came up to Bruce and her in the foyer of the opera hall, smiling and shaking hands. Bruce introduced her as “Lieutenant Anne O’Malley, Gotham PD”… she would then blush and accept the hand of a society dame or gentleman.



After she had done it about twenty times, Bruce leaned close to her and whispered into her ear, “You hate this, don’t you?”



“I don’t hate it” Anne replied softly. “I’m just not used to it”



“Well, I hate it” he answered, giving her a smile. “Why don’t we go and find our seats?”



“Well, you’ll have to lead, then” Anne stated, “because I have no idea where they are”



He chuckled wryly. “The Wayne Memorial Box… I’ll show you”



Anne followed him to a private staircase and then up, having to pull the hem of her dress upward to keep from tripping on it and killing herself.



Making it into the private box, Anne took the seat that he held out for her. “I’m starting to feel like I’m your own, private doll” she commented. They were all alone, up above the rest of the crowd.



“You don’t like the dress?” he inquired, sitting down. “I think it’s the perfect shade for you and you look stunning in it, but if you don’t like it, I’ll get you another one”



“Bruce, stop…” Anne responded, exasperated. “I love it. Besides, you’ve already gotten me enough”



“Damn” Bruce teased, taking a long, rectangular box from the inside of his tuxedo jacket. “What am I going to do with this, then?”



Anne’s jaw dropped open as he opened the box. Inside of it was a gold necklace with a golden charm that was a miniature police badge: a perfect replica of the one that she wore as an officer. “Bruce, no…” she whined. “I can’t accept it”



“Why not?”



“Bruce…”



“Anne, it’s my money and I spend it how I want. I bought this for you and I want you to have it”



Her head was spinning: they’d only known each other for a few weeks…



“Wear it tonight, at least… Please?”



He was giving her that puppy dog look again, the one that melted her heart. “All right” she conceded.



Smiling, Bruce took the necklace from the box, undoing the clasp. “Would you turn around for me?”



Anne obeyed as he slid his arms around her body and brought the jewelry around her neck, closing the clasp. She held the little golden badge in her left hand and gazed down at it… dear god, it even had the same number on it that was hers. Wherever had he found something like it? It was uncommon, it was…



“Custom-made” Bruce whispered over her right shoulder. He had his hands on her upper arms, his fingers delicately caressing her flesh. “I didn’t want to give you a locket or something common like that. I wanted you to have something special”



“Bruce…”



Oh god, he shouldn’t have, and he knew it, but he leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to the nape of her neck.



Anne shivered at the contact and turned back to him, wanting with all of her heart to kiss him. She moved in on him slowly, saw the look in his eyes…



Down below the box, in the aisle, someone important had arrived. There was raucous applause and it startled the both of them. The moment between Anne and Bruce was lost as they looked down to see the new DA accepting the laurels of an adoring citizenry.



“Two-face” Anne murmured under her breath.



“I’m sorry?” Bruce queried.



Anne shook her head to clear it. “Nothing… it’s a nickname…”



Bruce frowned in confusion. “I thought his name was Harvey Dent”



“We call him ‘two-face’” Anne confided. “Loves to pretend that he’s on our side and then try to destroy us because he believes that there are corrupt cops in our unit”



“Are there?” Bruce asked intently.



Anne looked at him. “In confidence?”



“Of course” he swore.



“Something’s not right in our unit, but that’s not a reason to put us all on trial.” Pausing, she looked over the railing some more. “Who’s he with?”



“I think that’s the new ADA, Jennifer Mitchell” Bruce answered, observing the female accompanying Dent.



“That’s right” Anne breathed,. “She took over after Rachael Dawes resigned and moved away”



Bruce remembered Rachael’s departure all too well. After Dr. Crane had tried to poison the entire city with his neurotoxin, she had fled. Rachael wanted nothing more to do with Gotham, or with Bruce. It still stung to think about it…



Besides, he was here with Anne. Sweet, little Anne… a crime fighter in her own right, even if she did it with a badge instead of a law degree. Anne was tough, loyal to her superior… Smiling to himself, he easily slipped back into his casual mode. “So, other than his investigations into your unit, what do you think of Harvey?”



Anne turned to look at Bruce. He was wearing that sly smile that he pulled out when he was being naughty. “What do you mean?”



Bruce shrugged and then casually put his left arm around her shoulders: bad etiquette for the opera, he knew, but he loved being close to her. “I’ve heard a lot of women say that he’s attractive… You know, the blond hair, the blue eyes…”



She wrinkled her nose and leaned into Bruce’s embrace. Maybe she shouldn’t, but she always felt tingly when Bruce touched her: sort of how she felt with Bats, not quite the same, but nice nonetheless. “Oh, no, no… he’s definitely not my type. He’s a horrid ‘goody-two-shoes’”



Bruce grinned drawing his left index finger in circles over her bare shoulder. Having her so close was intoxicating and it took all of his reserve to keep from kissing her and bringing her down to the floor of the box… he knew how good she would be… “You like ‘bad boys’, then?” he queried, trying to keep himself centered in the now. “I thought you arrested those types?”



Anne giggled. “There are ‘bad boys’ and ‘bad boys’, Bruce”



“Explain” he entreated, taking hold of her right hand and gently caressing her fingers.



“A ‘bad boy’ does things like… oh, he goes out and buys a hotel because his two dates swam in the fountain…”



Bruce blushed and lowered his head. “I see that you heard about that”



“It was kind of hard to miss” Anne replied. She sighed softly: he had a way of melting her mind when he played with her fingers. “The other kind of ‘bad boy’, well… he goes out and robs a liquor store for the hell of it. Sort of like that ‘Joker’ fellow that we hear about in drips and drabs”



“So, am I safe in assuming that you like ‘bad boys’ who buy up hotels?”



“They have their moments, definitely” Anne whispered. He was so close that she could rest her head on his upper chest, and she did so.



Bruce didn’t give a damn about opera etiquette at the moment: it felt good to be leaned upon and she smelled heavenly, like lilacs. Oh god, to hold her, to tell her everything and take her back to his penthouse and make love…



Anne closed her eyes and listened to his heart. She heard it speed up a bit, felt his lips nuzzling the crown of her head. Is it wrong that I want him? she pondered. What about Bats?



It wasn’t the time or the place and he knew it, but he couldn’t make himself pull away from her. She was precious…



They both jerked upright as the orchestra struck up in the pit below and the lights dimmed. The opera began as the curtain opened. After the initial shock had worn off, Bruce reached out and quietly reclaimed her hand with his own, needing to touch her.



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Anne was befuddled. Bruce had taken her home again, walked her to the door of her apartment building… and kissed her on her cheek to say goodbye. After what had happened at the opera, she had thought that he would really kiss her for sure… but he had just given her a wistful smile and told her that he’d call her soon. She wasn’t sure, but she thought that she’d seen fear in his eyes.



Maybe he was afraid to get into a serious relationship: he was a playboy, after all. She knew that she was attracted to him, and his behavior at the opera had told her that she felt the same way about him…



Up in her apartment now, she changed out of her burgundy gown and got into a light blue nightgown. She wondered what Bats was up to. Gord had the signal on, she saw it on the clouds overhead. Anne gave her boss a call to make sure that she wasn’t needed (no, he said, he just wanted to talk to Batman about the information they had on their “project”), and then she climbed into bed. Her little fingers grasped the pendant that Bruce had given her, playing with the miniature shield.



She had two men… one stole into her apartment late at night and fucked her brains out, and one who obviously adored her, but was afraid to make the next move. Anne’s head ached from thinking about the two of them.



She fell asleep and had fitful dreams.



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“I take it that she liked the necklace, sir?”



Bruce grinned at Alfred. “You don’t think I should have given it to her, Alfred?”



The butler shrugged. “It’s a wonderful bit of craftsmanship… a lovely necklace that just happens to have a tracking device in it”



“She’s in dangerous waters, Alfred” Bruce replied. “She doesn’t realize how the mobs are going to fight when she and Gordon execute the warrant”



Alfred nodded, his hands behind his back. “Still, sir… tagging her…”



Bruce undid the bowtie on his tuxedo and sighed. “I have to know where she is at all times now. When it finally hits the fan, I have to be able to find her”



“Well, you could just tell her everything, sir”



He snorted derisively. “Yeah… that didn’t work out so well last time. I’ll tell her, Alfred, just not right now”



Alfred took hold of Bruce’s tuxedo jacket when he removed it. “I honestly don’t think she’ll reject you, sir. From what you’ve told me, she loves Batman and she has an affinity for you as well”



Bruce looked at his friend, his upper lip curling into a smile. “If you were Batman, would you tell her?”



The butler paused and thought for a moment. “I imagine I’d have great trepidation about it, sir… but if one never extends oneself, never puts oneself in a situation where one’s at risk, one can never reap the possible rewards”



“You realize that the possible loss, on the other side of that equation, would be Anne pulling away from me and from Batman?” Bruce undid his cuff links and placed them on his dresser, sighing. “I couldn’t handle that, Alfred”



“Because of what happened with Miss Dawes…”



Bruce shook his head. “No. Anne accepts Batman for who he is… she accepts me as well. If either of us lost her… it’s difficult to explain”



“Not really, sir. A man has to feel loved for who he is. She already does that for the both of you”



Sitting down on his bed, Bruce slid out of his dress shoes.



“Tell her, Master Bruce… Trust her… she trusts you”



He nodded and turned to look out of the window at the signal. “I should go see the Commissioner”



Alfred smiled, knowing full well that his charge would stop off at Anne’s afterward. “If you’re here in the morning and want breakfast, sir, let me know”



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Anne awoke with a bit of a start. Batman was standing directly above her, holding her pendant in his right hand and studying it. “Bats!” she cried, gasping, “You’ve got to stop sneaking up on me!”



“I didn’t want to wake you” he rasped, tenderly placing the pendant back upon her skin.



Anne laughed and sat up in bed, gazing up at him. “Bats, if you don’t wake me up… well, let’s just say that you don’t seem like the type to drop GHB on a girl in order to get your kicks…”



Batman snorted at her comment. “I don’t need to drug you, precious… you’re always more than willing”



She swung her legs over the side of her bed and got up. “I need to use the ‘little girls’ room” she explained. “Make yourself comfy, I’ll be back”



Once she had gone to the bathroom and washed her hands, she looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was a bit mussed, so she took it out of its bun and put it into a pony tail. The little digital clock in her bathroom told her it was nearly 4am: late even for their trysts. A quick swig of mouthwash and she was back in her bedroom.



Batman was lying on her bed, his cape, belt and gloves off, slowly stroking himself.



“You shouldn’t do that” Anne warned, pulling her nightgown over her head. “You make me want to do so many things to that gorgeous cock of yours”



“Do I?” he asked impertinently. “Did Wayne give you that necklace?”



Anne blushed and covered the pendant with her right hand. “I didn’t want to accept it… I was only planning on wearing it at the opera, but I couldn’t give it back to him, he would have been crushed”



“Sounds like he’s sweet on you” Batman stated. “Is it reciprocated?”



God, but it was awkward for her to be having this conversation. There lay Bats on her bed, exposed and ready to fuck her, stroking himself even now… and they were talking about her feelings for Bruce Wayne. “It doesn’t matter” Anne tried.



“It matters, precious. You look so guilty and you haven’t come to bed. I already told you, it doesn’t bother me that you see him. I’m not going to stop coming here to see you… after all, that’s what these visits are about: coming”



Anne felt her cheeks and upper chest flush red at his words. “Bats…”



“Come here… lie with me…



She obeyed him, making her way across the carpet and climbing onto the mattress with him, Batman reached up with his free hand and knitted his fingers in her hair, bringing her down fro a kiss. Their tongues battled, desire flowing between them.



Batman smiled at her as he broke their kiss, his breathing heavy. “Are you falling for him, Anne?”



The way that he looked at her, she knew that she had to tell him the truth. “Yes, I am…”



“It’s all right, precious”



“He’s nothing like you” she confessed, “and yet there’s something about him…”



“Anne, I want you” Batman sighed, running a hand over her chest and cupping her right breast in his palm. “I want you, and I’m never going to stop wanting you”



“Bats” Anne whined, touching his chin. “I wish we could be together… really be together…”



“I know” he empathized, brushing his thumb over her nipple. “It just doesn’t work that way, baby… not for us…”



Anne nodded sad acceptance: but before she could get too upset, Batman pulled her body onto his. The moment that she spread her legs to straddle him, he slid inside of her, growling at the sensation. She gasped and placed her hands on his chest to still herself. No other man could ever feel so good inside of her.



“Bats…”



He rolled them over so that he was on top of her, and while he remained embedded in her, he attacked her breasts, teasing her nipples into hard peaks with his lips and tongue.



“Oh, god” Anne cried, her hands on his shoulders. She closed her eyes at the bliss…



“Mm” Batman murmured, gently pulling back, “You have the most beautiful tits, honey. I could suck on them for hours”



Anne squeezed his cock with her inner muscles. “Bats… we fit together perfectly…”



He grinned down at her deviously and began to move.



His thrusts were slow and loving: Anne met his hips with her own and moaned into their kiss as his mouth covered hers. He was being so sweet: abnormally sweet, actually, but she didn’t dare to ask why for fear that he would stop.



Gradually, he began to move faster and his thrusts became deeper, his cock claiming her sex as his own.



“Oh, precious” he growled, closing his eyes, “You’re right… you were built to take my cock, weren’t you?”



“Yes” she agreed, holding his body close to hers. “I was made to be fucked by you, made to take your cock and come over and over…”



Batman smirked at her words, leaning down and kissing her throat. He wanted to bite into her skin, but he couldn’t leave a mark behind, not yet.



Beneath him, Anne trembled. The tenderness that she had shown her earlier had touched her deeply, and she knew that she couldn’t hold on for long.



“Mm” Batman purred, smiling against her throat. “I can feel you, Anne… so close to coming. What are you waiting for, honey? Come on me. I need to feel you squeezing me, you know that”



“Bats…”



“I’m right here, precious”



Closing her eyes, she wailed as she went over the edge into an intense orgasm. “Oh god, Bats, I love you!”



He hadn’t realized how deeply he was in need of hearing those words from her. As she spasmed around him, he lost control and came hard, sending his fluid into her in hot spurts. Batman grunted and growled as his body seized…



Anne didn’t mind his body weight at all when he collapsed upon her. Granted, the chest plate of his suit pressed her pendant into her skin, but it didn’t matter. She loved to be swallowed up by his larger body.



Batman recovered from his reverie and switched their positions, allowing her to lie upon him. He dug his fingers into the hair on the back of her head, gently massaging her scalp.



“You don’t want this to stop when you’re with Wayne?” he questioned lowly, still panting.



Anne shook her head. “I don’t ever want this to stop”



“Don’t you think he’ll figure it out?”



“I don’t know” she answered honestly, “but you mean so much to me, Bats”



“What does Wayne mean to you?”



Anne ran her left index finger over the molded muscles of his suit. It seemed an odd question, even coming from Bats… but she trusted him too much to not answer him. “A chance at a normal life”



“Can you love two men at once?”



She shrugged. “I’m going to find out, I guess… unless you don’t want me to see him”



God, but the urge to rip off his mask and show her his face was overwhelming… but no… he was still too afraid of rejection. “Precious” he breathed, gazing at her ceiling.



“I know you have to go… but can you wait until I fall asleep?”



“Of course” he retorted, stroking her upper back.



It wasn’t long before Anne was sleeping. He held her for a few minutes more and then stealthily climbed out of her bed, covering her with the sheets. He liked to leave her tucked in and warm… Moving so quietly that even a mouse would be impressed, he put his discarded clothes back on and stood by her bed, admiring her, In sleep she was beautiful, an angel… he wanted to stay, but he knew that he couldn’t. He had to get back in time to catch a few hours of sleep before Alfred made him breakfast.



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TBC