The Cop and the Bat

*I own no one and nothing from TDK or the Batman franchise! All that’s mine is my character, Anne O’Malley!*

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AN: Some back story…

This basically takes place during the same timeline as TDK, but I’ve switched a few things around.

Anne O’Malley is a Police Sergeant in Gotham City, working under Jim Gordon, who has been her partner for years. The Commissioner of Police has been killed, but in this version, no one knows by whom at first.

Batman has been working with Gordon and O’Malley, closely following the movements of the various mobs in Gotham, and one night, his thoughts turn to the Police Sergeant that he has been helping…

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She awoke as a rush of cool air flowed over her as she lay in bed, still wearing her uniform. She instantly knew that she wasn’t alone in her bedroom… but being up on the 38th floor, she wondered who could be in her room with her. One hand on her gun and ready to draw, she slowly reached out to her bedside lamp…

“No” a deep voice ordered.

Working with Jim Gordon like she did, she recognized the voice instantly. “What are you doing here?” she queried.

He stepped forward a bit, and the moonlight that seeped in through her window framed him beautifully… yes, it was him. Batman stood over her, sending a chill through her body.

“I’m checking on you” he replied. “Gotham officials are targets now…”

Anne smiled ruefully. “I’m not an official, I’m a Sergeant…”

“You’re Jim Gordon’s protégé… that makes you a viable target”

“I’m not afraid”

“I know you aren’t… that’s what they’re counting on…”

It had been a long day: the Commissioner had been murdered. Someone had poisoned the bottle of alcohol that the Commissioner kept in his desk. Anne had been there with Jim, in his office, trying to warn the Commissioner that information had come in that he was a target, but the man hadn’t wanted to listen to either of them. Now that he was dead, Anne and Jim had been working hard to try to discover who was responsible. They both had a feeling that it was a criminal who called himself the Joker, but they couldn’t prove anything yet. Their information had come from the questioning of a mob hood, so they had no way to ascertain what had actually happened.

Suddenly, with Batman hovering over her, she felt ridiculous for still being in her work clothes. Sitting up, she removed her gun strap and swung her legs off of the mattress, undoing her pants and pulling them away. Maybe she should have felt some modesty, but this was Batman… he couldn’t possibly look at her that way.

“I didn’t come here to watch you undress, Miss O’Malley” Batman stated.

There was a hitch in his voice, as if desire were flooding him. Anne paused in her movements and looked at him. “I’m sorry, I was just so tired when I got home that I lay down in my clothes. Do you mind if I go change?” He didn’t say anything, so she got up and went into the bathroom.

Once she had closed the door behind her, she stripped herself of her shirt, panties and bra, leaving them all on the counter for the time being. Anne slid into a pink nightgown and exited…

She half expected him to be gone. Batman didn’t really hang around anywhere for long… but he was still there when she returned, sitting on the end of her bed. As Anne regarded him, he seemed forlorn, sad. “I’m back” she stated quietly.

He spoke as if he had been in the middle of a thought, his tone low. “At the end of the day, do you feel like you’ve done something worthwhile?”

Anne hadn’t expected such a deep question from him: but she respected him enough to answer. As far as she was concerned, he was another cop, he just had better equipment and fewer restrictions on him. “Sometimes I do” she replied, sitting down beside him: she was amazed that he didn’t flinch or try to move away. “If I save a life, if I get some bastard off the streets and in jail… yes, I do. The problem is that it’s not every day that I can do that. More often than not, I can’t do a damn thing to help anyone, and that’s when I wonder why I even bother… but Jim, he doesn’t let me get on myself like I want to. When I’m down, he knows, and he reminds me of why I do it”

“Why do you do it?”

Anne smiled softly. “To make a difference… because on those days when I can help somebody, it means the world to me and to the ones I help. It’s the little bits of good, and the hope that I can keep doing them” she paused and looked down at her feet: they seemed ridiculously small on the floor next to his big boots.

“What about time for yourself? What about a boyfriend?”

Well, if Batman didn’t know just where to hit her to remind her of the stinging void in her life… “I suppose I could be like Jim, have a family… but the timing is never quite right. I guess I’m just alone for now”

“But you need that closeness, don’t you? The physical contact…”

Anne blushed despite herself. “This is getting kind of personal…”

Batman was silent for a moment: but when he next spoke, Anne could hear the emotion in his voice, no matter how he tried to mask it. “We’re two of a kind” he breathed, “Two people trying to do our best to fight the scum out there, denied any sort of closeness because of what we do”

She understood now why he hadn’t left when she had been changing: he was lonely in the deepest sense of the word. For some reason, she found the idea of his feeling alienated to be painful. He was big and tough, the “Batman”, a vigilante… but he was still a man…

Anne didn’t really think about her actions, she just reached out with her right hand and touched his cheek, turning his face towards hers. Leaning in, she kissed him softly…

When she realized what she was doing, she thought for sure that Batman would push her away and leave, but he didn’t. Instead, he growled and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Oh, god, his tongue… he kissed her skillfully, mating his tongue to hers with such vigor that she felt light-headed. Anne had always found him to be mysterious and sexy, the sort of man that she would do anything for…

Pulling back, he ran the fingertips of his gloved left hand over her cheek. “If you want to go further with me, there are going to be rules” he intoned.

“Okay” Anne whispered, leaning into his touch. God, but she wanted him…

Batman nodded as well and then laid them out for her. “You don’t ask my name. My suit stays on and you never try to peek under my mask. I take off my belt, but you don’t ever touch anything on it… and above all, you can never tell anyone about us, not even Jim Gordon. If you do any of those things, it’s over, Miss O’Malley. You’ll never see me again: understood?”

Her head was reeling, but his demands got through. “Yes” Anne capitulated. “I only have one request… that we fuck each other senseless”

He smiled at her, genuinely smiled. “It’s a deal”

Anne sighed as he stood up and removed his belt and cape, draping the items over a chair by her bed. She rose and pulled her nightgown up and over her head…

“Look at you” Batman murmured with awe. “You’re so beautiful, Anne…”

Her face reddened at his praise.

Batman drank in her form with his eyes… she was small and pale-skinned (which was a big contrast to her long, raven hair), but she had large, pink-tipped breasts and hips that flared so wonderfully… and between her legs… she was bare, something that sent a pang of desire through him so that his already full erection throbbed inside of his suit.

Lying down on the bed, Anne watched as he played with the protective piece of body armor on his groin, finally dislodging it… she moaned throatily at the sight of him. Batman was well-endowed and hard as steel. She grew hungry just looking at him. “I want to suck you” Anne pleaded, meeting his gaze.

“I won’t last” he rasped back. “Another time, precious”

Anne didn’t argue with him: she simply lay back on her bed and allowed him to climb over her, suit and all…

“Be careful of my forearms” Batman whispered, positioning himself between her legs. “The blades will cut you if you touch them”

She nodded quickly, leaning up to kiss his chin. “I’ve seen you fight… you can rip a man apart with those…”

He smirked down at her. “The last thing that I want to do is to rip you apart, Anne. I’d like this to be something that we do often… something to soothe the both of us”

She more than understood him. They both had needs, they both fought crime in Gotham… with their odd hours and dangerous occupations, they were perfect for one another…

Before Anne could even finish the thought, he had pushed the head of his cock into her: she moaned and shifted her hips around him.

“Easy, precious” he warned. “I have so much more to give you…”

From any other man, the words would have sounded conceited… but coming from Batman, they just sounded arousing. “Mm, yes…” she replied.

He slid into her slowly until he was fully sheathed in her, growling. “Fuck… you’re so fucking hot and tight…”

Anne released a pent-up sigh of pleasure. “May I touch your face? I won’t try to move your mask…”

“I know you won’t” he responded confidently.

“Is that a yes?” she asked playfully.

“Yes, my pretty little cop”

Smiling, Anne framed his face in her hands and brought him down for a kiss. God, but he was delicious: he tasted of cinnamon and vanilla…

Batman began to thrust in and out of her in long, smooth strokes so that she could feel all of his cock.

“Oh, Bats” she whined, breaking their embrace, “Your cock feels so goddamn good…”

“You’re so wet” he mused, placing kisses upon her throat. “Do you need this as much as I do, Anne?”

She nodded in the affirmative and then squealed as the head of his erection hit her most sensitive inner spot. “Oh, god, yes… right there…”

“Harder?” Batman queried. “Deeper?”

“Yes… yes…!”

With her agreement given, he groaned throatily and began to move with greater force, nearly exiting her when he pulled his hips back, only to slam home again.

Anne held on to his face and fielded his feverish kisses. It had never been this good before. She wasn’t sure if it was his cock, or if he just knew how to fuck in ways that other men didn’t, or if she was on fire because he was Batman and he was in her bed. In the end, it didn’t matter: he had her in a way that no other man ever could. “Oh, god!” she cried, tilting her head back.

“That’s a good girl” he hissed. “You like the way I fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Anne screamed, pushing her hips up against his. She was so close: she trembled and pitched, her hands sliding down to his shoulders. She dug her nails into his suit in vain… whatever it was made out of, she couldn’t get a firm grip.

“It’s okay, precious” Batman growled, “You can come on me… I’ll be right behind you…”

Anne felt her inner muscles shudder around him, the pleasure in her abdomen growing… she let go for him, yelling her bliss as she orgasmed around him. She could barely think, but there was something that she desperately wanted and needed…

Batman couldn’t believe how beautiful she was in the throes of passion, or how tightly her sex squeezed him… and then she spoke, her words shooting directly into his brain…

“Please…” Anne whined, locking her gaze on his. “Come…”

He smiled briefly and then roared like a big animal, his forehead pressing to hers. It seemed as if it had been a long time… no, he knew that he had never come like this before, body trembling, cock throbbing hard with each jet of his fluid into her. His precious girl literally drained him until bright lights flashed behind his eyelids and he lost control of his body…

If he had known it would be so good, he wouldn’t have visited her. Although he was able to roll them over so that she was on top of him (so that she wouldn’t be crushed by his body weight and he could remain inside of her), he realized that being intimate with her had completely sapped him of his strength.

“Oh my god… Bats…” Anne whispered, trying to catch her breath, “That was so good…”

Swallowing hard, he had to remind himself to keep his voice husky. “Yes, Anne, it was…”

“Somehow, I knew it would be” she confessed, yawning.

At least he wasn’t the only one who wanted to sleep. If only he could tell her how much she meant to him, how much the gift of her body had soothed the burning anger within him…

“You don’t have to leave right away, do you?” she asked, angling up to place sweet kisses on his jaw.

“Not right away” Batman answered, holding her close, “but soon enough…”

Anne nodded in understanding and rested her cheek on his chest. Whatever his suit was made of, the material felt cool against her skin. She wanted to ask him if he was in the habit of popping into women’s bedrooms, but she just couldn’t bring herself to say the words.

“You’re the only one” he whispered, as if he had read her mind. “I don’t see other women like this, and I don’t want to. I can’t tell you when I’ll be back again: it isn’t every night that I’m afforded time like this… but I’ll be back, Anne. That is, if you’re willing to see me again…”

She couldn’t help but to smile. “God, yes, Bats. I want to see you”

“ ‘Bats’ ” he repeated. “Why do you call me that?”

Anne blushed a bit. “When I like someone, I shorten their name, sort of give them a nickname… if it bothers you, I’ll stop…”

“It doesn’t bother me” Batman answered. “I want you to like me, Anne”

Leaning up, she kissed him deeply, rubbing her tongue to his. He responded to her embrace: they explored one another’s mouths leisurely, tenderly, until Anne pulled back.

“A good night kiss” Anne breathed, her eyelids heavy. “I’m sorry, but I’m so damn tired…”

“It’s all right, precious… sleep…”

Lowering her head to his chest, she closed her eyes, knowing that he’d be gone when she awoke…

… but he’d be back.

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