Batman & Robin

[Author's note: this is only the first draft so be patient for updates, it does get hotter - promise!]

Bruce Wayne was frustrated. Pull your hair out; throw something at the wall, frustrated. And it was all because of her. He paced in front of the fireplace in his elegant study at Wayne Manor and idly took a sip from the tumbler of scotch he held.
“Someone’s got you frazzled.” Dick Grayson commented as he sipped his own scotch. He’d never seen his friend so agitated and he was puzzled as to who could have ruffled Bruce Wayne’s feathers so effectively.
“What?” Bruce asked as he reached the furthest corner of the study and turned to face Dick.
“I said someone has got you frazzled. I was wondering who.”
“That snotty uppity lawyer.” Bruce replied throwing back the last of his scotch and reaching for the decanter again. Dick was seriously going to throttle Bruce in a minute.
“What snotty uppity lawyer” he demanded exasperated.
“Anastasia Barlow”
“For God’s sake Bruce, who the hell is Anastasia Barlow and why does she have you so rattled” Dick demanded annoyed at Bruce’s evasiveness.
Bruce sat down in his big leather chair behind the desk and twirled the crystal scotch tumbler in his hands. The firelight caught the crystal and sent prisms of light around the study.
“She’s the lawyer for Gillman Brown & Barlow who’s suing me for that industrial accident where those men died.” Dick remembered the accident well.

Thirteen men had perished in one of Bruce’s many factories when a machine had exploded. Four years later, they were still fighting it out in the courts. Bruce had paid each man’s widow half a million dollars and had thought that would have been the end of it but now he was being “investigated” for bribery and corruption. Bloody ridiculous.
“So what’s she like?” Dick asked curious.
“Bloody infuriating.” Bruce snapped as well as gorgeous, sexy, and intelligent he silently added. She was five foot nine inches of perfectly polished, super confident woman and she heated Bruce’s blood far too easily for his liking. She walked into that male dominated courtroom as if she owned it. She was sexy and she knew it but more than that she was brilliant and the combination was not doing Bruce’s peace of mind any good.
“Well just flash your devastating smile and she’ll be putty in your hands.” Dick said raising his glass in mock salute.
“I tried that, she shot me down in flames.” Bruce admitted annoyed all over again at their first encounter. “Don’t you dare bloody laugh!” he growled as the edges of Dick’s mouth curled upwards.
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” he replied valiantly trying to stop the smirk.
“Like hell you bloody…” he trailed off, as there was a discreet knock on the study door.
“Enter.” he called trying to ignore the smirk directed his way. Brat he couldn’t help affectionately thinking.

Alfred walked in followed by a tall skinny boy. He tutted noticing the scotch in their hands and Bruce raised the glass in salute, knowing it would annoy the older man but in a strange mood. His earlier annoyance at Anastasia had disappeared.
The lad stood behind Alfred, his arms crossed over his chest observing them. He wore a bulky leather motorcycle jacket and jeans. Black biker boots with silver buckles adorned his feet but he’d not removed the black motorcycle helmet nor raised the visor so Bruce couldn’t see his eyes. Rude blighter he thought annoyed.
“Who is the boy Alfred?” he asked not taking his eyes from him. Alfred chucked.
“Master Bruce, Master Dick, May I present my niece, Dyanna” with that she pulled the motorcycle helmet off to reveal a riot of strawberry blonde curls that fell to her waist and an impertinent smirk.
“Gentlemen,” she murmured, obviously amused by Bruce’s error. She unzipped the jacket and Dick all but tripped over his feet in order to assist her.

“Here, let me take that for you” Dick pulled the soft subtle leather away from her shoulders and down her arms and passed it to Alfred who shook his head at the young master’s antics. “Drink?” he asked holding up the scotch decanter and Dyanna nodded.
She couldn’t help feeling amused by his antics. It was obvious that he was interested, those startling blue eyes had swept over her from head to foot as soon as she’d removed the bike helmet. He was gorgeous himself in a perfectly polished manner but Dyanna senses danger in him and her pheromones woke up and took notice.
“So, what kind of bike have you got?” Dick asked handing her the glass, their fingers touching briefly and sparks of lust zinged up Dyanna’s fingers.
“A Suzuki Boulevard M50” she replied proudly. The bike was her pride and joy. “You?” she asked having no difficulty seeing him on the back of a bike.
“Ducati” Dick replied
“You’re having me on” Dyanna replied shocked and Dick laughed
“No, it’s a 1098R…” he didn’t even get to finish as Dyanna took the glass out of his hand, finished hers in one swallow and literally dragged him out of the study. He took the offered jacket from Alfred as he left.
“Which way?” she demanded and Dick led her to the kitchen and out into the garage.
“Oh…my…God!” she gasped at the dazzling array of motorcycles and cars lined up in the enormous underground garage. There were two Harley Davidson’s, three BMW’s, a Triumph and right at the front the Ducati. Dyanna walked to it in a trance and ran her fingers over the highly polished motorbike.
“It’s gorgeous,” she said in breathless awe, not even realising that Dick was standing right behind her until his hand covered hers as she caressed the bike. She shuddered at his nearness, the spice of his aftershave and the strong oil and petrol smells of the garage combined to make her head spin. It had been far too long since she’d had a lover and Dick Granger was something else.
“Want to go for a ride?” he purred in her ear and goose bumps erupted all over her body at his words.
“Sure,” she croaked, more turned on at his nearness and the beautiful bike in front of her than she wanted to admit.
“I’ll met you down here in 10 minutes then, make sure you’re warm enough.” he said in her ear and again Dyanna erupted in goose bumps. His nearness was very addictive.