(I) QUARRY
He watched her quietly from the roof of a nearby apartment building. She always worked out for an hour before leaving for the elementary school where she taught. He checked his watch again. "5:02," he mumbled to himself, "she's running late this morning." Not that it mattered to him; he had nothing more important to do. She was important. She was the key.
He recalled following his alter ego around before, how long ago wasn't important anymore. He was living on borrowed time anyway. He remembered the day she came into the picture, all fire and spirit...
He watched her work with Grayson, but without Robin to temper their anger, their egos clashed. He saw the same longing in Grayson's eyes that he felt for her. She threw herself at Grayson, kissing him on that rooftop in front of him.
She did that to tease me, to make me jealous.
He stood motionless on the balcony, watching their lovemaking session in a carefully controlled rage. He watched as Grayson stripped the tight kevlar from her sleek body, quickly revealing her muscular form. Stripping off his gloves, Grayson tore off bra and panties and cupped her rounded breasts in his hands. She closed her eyes and threw her head back moaning at his touch, then started pulling at his uniform, wanting to tear the cloth from his skin. Grayson paused long enough to undo the clasps of his own tunic, then picked her up and carried her to the nearby bed. She bared him to the waist and ran her hands over his tan skin, dragging her nails down his back, leaving light red marks. Grayson didn't seem to mind, and responded by crushing his mouth on hers. He caught her wrists and pinned them to her side, then began trailing burning kisses down her neck, lightly nipping the sensitive skin at the base. He ran his tongue down the curve of her breast, teasing the coral nipple into a hard bud. She thrashed her head side to side, making small mewling sounds that excited both Grayson and him. Grayson's head dipped lower still, to lightly stroke her honeyed softness. He watched with lust filled eyes, wanting to crash through the window and take Grayson's place. But restraint was needed now, and slipped his hand into his uniform to stroke his rock hard member.
Grayson tongued her softly at first, slowly tasting the love juices that flowed from her twat. He drank in her cries, riding her leg until the need was too great. He stopped and, quickly moving up her body, he kissed her deeply, letting her lick her juices off his lips, taste them on his tongue. She used this opportunity to swing her legs up and hook her toes into the waistband of his leggings. She pulled them down slowly, loving the feel of his hardness slowly revealed, pressing onto her mound, then sliding between her legs. She rubbed his shaft between her legs, letting the wetness of her nether lips cover him. He moaned against her throat, and tried to slide into her, but she shook her head softly. "Not yet," she whispered.
From his viewpoint he heard her throaty voice. He watched as she rolled Grayson onto his back, then began to return the ministrations he so carefully gave her. He slowed his strokes to his shaft, wanting to make this last as long as possible. He circled his fingers around the head of his cock, watching her do the same to Grayson with her tongue. Her hair blended with the curled nest that surrounded Grayson's shaft. His mouth went dry as he watched her take Grayson's cock in her mouth and suck it slowly. It was Grayson's turn to cry out, his eyes closed tightly his hands tangled in her long black hair.
"Oh God, Helena!"
He wasn't sure if the shout came from him or Grayson; he didn't care. Her other hand curled around Grayson's balls, teasing and massaging them expertly. She stopped sucking him and began to place wet kisses on the inside of his thighs, her hair now lightly teasing his shaft. Every now and then she would nip the delicate skin, causing Grayson to arch up, screaming. Knowing how close to the edged she had taken him, she straddled his body and lowered herself onto his throbbing shaft.
He watched her face become a mask of pleasure and again cursed his alter ego. He should be there beneath her, not Grayson. He should be the one with her taste on his lips and her scent on his skin. He stroked himself faster, his anger growing with their fevered cries. He climaxed swiftly, leaving a white puddle at his feet.
Too fast, he thought, the bitch made me come too fast. He adjusted himself and continued watching the couple. Grayson obviously had enough of being ridden and in one swift motion, had her pinned beneath him moaning while he pistoned her. His voice combined with hers as they came together with an intensity that echoed their desperation. He arched into her deeply, flooding her with his tribute; she clawed his back screaming her orgasm, leaving bloody marks where her nails broke the skin. The collapsed together, breathing heavily, his head nestled between her heaving breasts…
She drew long deep breaths today, going through her workout. He watched her move in her tight spandex outfit. She wore a white T-shirt today, and her sweat soaked it, making it stick to her warm skin. He loved to watch her like this. He could almost smell her musky scent in the air, and longed to taste the sweat that flew from her head, her arms, her legs...
He had her schedule memorized, and with it being a Friday, he knew her little children wouldn't miss their lovely Miss Bertinelli until it was too late. Today, he thought, I'll be waiting for her. Tonight, she's mine.
"Have a great weekend," she called as her students happily filed out of the classroom.
Helena Bertinelli waved to the last of them before gathering her papers and filing them quickly in her case. Tonight, hopefully, would be a nice quiet night, she thought. The past few nights were a blur to her, too many bad guys to chase, too many people to help. Still, she never felt more free and alive than when she swung out on her line, into the night. She knew that she couldn't change the world overnight, but she could try to save her corner of it. She watched two students, older kids, walking hand in hand by the teachers' parking lot.
That's why I do it, she mused, so they get all the chances I didn't. They walked off, hands swinging, and Helena found herself wishing that she had a hand to hold like that.
The break-up with Nightwing (if you could break off a non-existent relationship) was painful. He said he didn't dare try to start something, knowing how different they really were. Hell, she thought, he didn't even trust me with his real name. He left her feeling loss for what could have been, and anger with him and with herself, for not being good enough for him. He said he was sorry, but did she believe him? She asked herself that question time and time again and still she couldn't be sure. Shaking herself out of her reverie, she drove home wanting a hot bath and a distraction.
She opened the door of her apartment and immediately knew she wasn't alone. Slowly, silently placing her things on the floor, she quickly made her way through the front room to the bedroom. Nothing, she thought, is my mind playing tricks on me? She turned quickly and found herself face to face with a familiar form. She relaxed slightly, and offered a saucy smile.
"Don't you ever knock?" she teased.
"I didn't feel the need," he answered with a smile of his own. He then grabbed her quickly and lowered his mouth on hers. She pulled her mouth away from his, shocked.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Nightwing?" she demanded.
He gave her another cruel grin. Grabbing her again, he tore her blouse. "I'm sorry, my dear sweet Huntress, you must be mistaken."
She fought like a tigress, but he had the advantage over her. He dazed her with punch that knocked the wind from her. Tossing her to the floor, he pinned her beneath him and licked the sweat from her brow, the tears from her cheeks.
"Nightwing..." she pleaded.
"Not Nightwing my love. Deathwing."
His mouth covered hers, muffling her screams.
Dick settled onto the black leather couch that dominated the living room of Donna's apartment. She and Kory had invited him over for dinner and movies, and for lack of more interesting entertainment, he accepted. He heard the two of them in the kitchen, and appreciated the aroma of the spices coming from that direction. Though he was a passable cook, he loved going back to the mansion and being spoiled by his surrogate grandfather, Alfred. He didn't know what he missed more, the food or the company, though he suspected it was the company. Alfred made a mean Grilled Cheese on Sourdough, but then he always seemed to know what they needed. He was as much a part of the team as Tim and Helena.
Helena. He let his thoughts linger on her for a moment and smiled. God, she's wild, he remembered, thinking about Alfred's stoic face as he dressed the claw marks that ran the length of Dick's back. He tried to explain them then, offering one lame excuse then another. Alfred, true to form, nodded his head and replied, "If you say so Master Richard." And Dick felt like a 7-year old caught in a lie.
Nothing was said after that, and the subject lay buried until he took Tim out on the train. Tim was the kid brother he always wished for, and they talked about everything: school, their "work", women. He didn't know how it came out, but first he was trying to explain how it was better to avoid complicated relationships, then he was backpedaling as Tim questioned him about his relationship with Huntress. He told Tim it was over, and for the most part he knew it had to be, for both their sakes. Still, every so often he would remember her raven's wing-black hair and how it felt on his body, and wonder if things could be different. She was part of the JLA now, and if change was possible, they could make it happen.
He let his mind wander a little more and realized he was getting aroused just by thinking about her. Clearing his throat, he stood up, adjusted himself, and went to the kitchen, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious through his jeans.
Donna and Kory had the evening all planned out: a little food, a little wine during the movie, then ... They told Dick to bring a "chick flick" and something he wanted to watch. He ended up bringing over a Johnny Depp film and a Sandra Bullock/Keanu Reeves one. They smiled when they saw the titles, but said nothing.
As he wandered into the kitchen, Donna was the first to notice the telltale bulge in his pants. She smiled and whispered to Kory, who looked him over and smiled in return. Dick looked at them both and suddenly felt naked. He blushed furiously and dove into the refrigerator in search of a soda. Donna giggled then, which only made his face flush deeper. He still remembered those few moments on his balcony. She never mentioned it, but he knew she thought about it too.
Kory saw the play between her two friends and inwardly sighed with relief. It was about time those two did something. The chemistry between them was electric. Dick acted like a schoolboy, while Donna showed a new sense of sensual confidence, which unnerved him even more. Kory hoped tonight would go as she planned.
They ate dinner during Speed, pointing out the million ways the hero screwed up, and laughing at the unremarkable acting abilities of the male lead. Donna took the plates away while Dick changed tapes. Kory poured them all a half glass of wine and settled back on the couch next to Dick. Donna grabbed the remote control and, settling on his other side, started the film, Don Juan DeMarco.
At first, he didn't think anything of it, them snuggled up on either side of him. Then they watched the opening restaurant scene and Donna unconsciously settled her hand on his leg and began lightly running her fingers over his denim jeans. She didn't seem to notice she was doing it, so he decided not to say anything. Kory leaned on his shoulder then, lightly breathing against his neck. He could smell her perfume and flashbacks of their time together came rushing back. Kory's hand was on his other leg now, moving up and down its length in rhythm with the couple on the screen. He glanced at her, then at Donna, but they seemed oblivious to him, wrapped up in the movie. The actress' breathing started to quicken, as was mirrored by Kory. Donna's hand started inching up his leg, moving closer to his crotch. Suddenly the actress on the screen shuddered with her climax, and Donna's hand was firmly on the bulge in his jeans. Kory's hand was settled between his legs, her head still on his shoulder. The scene cut back to the restaurant and Donna looked at Dick with a knowing smile, then settled closer to him.
Her hand didn't move, and really, he thought, he didn't want to move it. Kory's arm was twined with his, and her fingers were stroking the inside of his wrist. While this was not what he'd expected, he didn't want it to stop either. He draped his free arm around Donna's shoulder, lightly rubbing her arm. Donna saw him relax again and decided to move further. Glancing at Kory, she started to work her fingers into the zipper of his jeans. Kory began rubbing her breasts against his arm.
Dick froze again. What in the world had he gotten himself into. In his wildest dreams, he never imagined he would be seduced by two women, and definitely not at the same time. He felt Kory's hard nipples rub against his skin where she had lifted the sleeve of his shirt. He glanced over and his jaw fell. Sometime between when she'd taken his hand and now, she had undone her blouse and was rubbing her bare breasts against his arm. Her other hand was between her legs, working her bald mons. He looked into her eyes and started to say something when he felt his erect shaft being eased out of his jeans. He turned to Donna, who smiled sweetly, stroking his shaft gently, milking small drops of dew from him. Her blouse was open too, and her breasts rubbed against his other arm. His mind was whirling, and he moved his hand from Donna's shoulder. Donna made eye contact with Kory, and before he knew it, Kory lowered her golden head to his cock, taking its length into her mouth. Donna lowered her own mouth to Dick's and kissed him deeply, hearing him moan, feeling his body tense, arching up to meet Kory's lips. Donna quickly unbuttoned his shirt and began sucking his flat nipples, lightly teasing them into nubs. The movie was forgotten as they all moved to the floor.
Dick felt like a doll, being undressed, rubbed, stroked. He loved every second of it. Moments after they went to the floor, he was stripped nude with his head cradled in Donna's lap. Donna had shed her blouse too, and smiled down on him, her breasts inches from his lips. Kory tossed his jeans aside, and was astride his thighs, stroking his wet cock. Donna lowered her nipple to his lips. Taking the hint, he flicked it lightly with his tongue before suckling on it outright. Kory again took his cock into her mouth and began to suck it in earnest. His body began to respond on its own and he arched up into her mouth, moaning against Donna's breasts. His rhythm became a little more erratic and Kory knew he was close to coming. She immediately stopped sucking him and lowered herself onto his throbbing shaft.
Donna crushed her mouth on his in time to swallow his scream. Kory rode him masterfully, bringing him closer to climaxing without pushing him over the edge. She lifted Dick's hands to her breasts, reveling in the feel of his fingers on her skin. Donna kissed him roughly, her fingers working herself to orgasm with them. Dick came first, with a cry and a violent shudder. Kory came seconds after him, squeezing every bit of fluid from his cock. Donna's orgasm, though not as intense, was nothing like she had ever experienced. Kory rolled off, feeling his now limp shaft slide from her body. Donna grabbed a nearby cloth and softly bathed his member.
It was all Dick to could do not to pass out. This orgasm was too intense to describe in words. He felt Donna wash his shaft and sighed deeply, looking at Kory. She was resting on her side, and smiled at him, nodding at Donna. He understood and sitting up slowly, he pulled Donna to him and began to taste her sweat dampened body. Donna lay back with her eyes closed, purring under him. She ran her fingers through his hair, arching her body up against him as he trailed his kisses down her body. Kory massaged his shoulders, enjoying the sounds Donna was making. She started kissing Donna, giggling at Dick's surprised expression.
She smiled at him and said, "Sorry, I thought you were...occupied."
Dick grinned back and moved his body up Donna's. Kissing Kory lightly, he looked into Donna's eyes and whispered, "This is for the balcony."
He kissed her deeply then, his hand stroking her wet lips. He held his fingers up for Kory, who took them in her mouth, wetting them thoroughly. Dick then slid his well-moistened fingers into Donna's hot center.
Vaguely, Donna wondered if Dick and Kory were always this wild. That thought disappeared as Kory gently lifted her head and shoulders and cradled her between her legs. Kory fondled Donna's breasts, tweaking her over-stimulated nipples into hard nubs. She eased Dick's head down to Donna's nipples and coaxed him into sucking them lightly. Then she took Donna's wrists and held them firmly, enjoying Donna's surprise.
Donna began to whimper, "Let me go Kory, I want to touch him." Kory knew Donna could free herself at any time, but for some reason chose not too. Dick moved up again and slowly slid his now rock-hard shaft into her.
Dick was overwhelmed by her tightness and moaned Donna's name. He started to move then, setting a slow steady rhythm for her. Her cries and sighs urged him on, and feeling her struggle lightly to free herself from Kory's grasp drove him to the edge of his control.
Donna screamed with pleasure when he entered her, loving the feel of his hardness in her. Being held by Kory excited her even further and she began thrashing against them. She came swiftly, her body squeezing his cock tightly, pushing him over the edge. He rode her wildly then, thrusting into her hard and fast, her orgasm magnifying his. He cried out then, and his mouth was caught by Kory's, her tongue dueling with his as he poured himself into Donna's wonderful softness. Donna's legs were wrapped around his waist and she held him tightly against her, quivering with every spasm. This session drained the last of his strength and he lowered his head to her heaving chest. Kory watched the two of them relax in each other's arms and sipped what was left of her wine, smiling.
Some time later, Dick's watch began to beep with a familiar tone. He rolled onto his back, suddenly alert and answered it. "Nightwing."
Batman's dark form filled the screen. "I need you in Gotham. Now." His voice left no room for argument.
"I'm on my way," he said sitting up swiftly. He was careful to keep the screen at his eye level, and out of the view of his companions, who quickly arranged blankets over their nudity. He glanced at them briefly, then asked Batman, "What's up?"
Batman's voice was even more grim, it that was possible. "Huntress is gone, and it doesn't look like she left willingly. I'll be at her apartment."
Dick turned to Donna, who handed him the spare uniform she kept there for emergencies. Dressing quickly, he joined Donna and Kory on the balcony, already in uniform as well. The trio flew swiftly to Gotham, to the tall apartment building where Helena Bertinelli lived. He only been to her apartment a few times, but was taken aback by the destruction. A full scale fight took place here, and from the blood on the rug and walls, neither opponent went away unhurt. A shredded silk blouse lay on the floor of the bedroom near a ripped pair of slacks. Huntress' own uniform was out and in pieces, covered with blood and semen.
Batman stood in the shadows waiting for his protégé to take all this in. Robin, who was on Helena's laptop to Oracle, turned and acknowledged them quickly, then went back to the computer. Batman acknowledged the ladies then turned to Nightwing.
Shocked by the apparent brutality of the encounter, Nightwing took a cleansing breath and asked, "Anything to go on?"
Batman held a small bag with a bloody earring in it. "We found this and ran it through the usual tests." He handed it to Nightwing and said, "It's yours."
Nightwing looked at him in disbelief, then realized what he was saying. Looking at Donna, he stated simply, "Deathwing."
He prayed Helena was still alive.
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(II) CAUGHT
Helena unsuccessfully struggled to open her eyes. She knew she was bound, not that she would be strong enough to move if she could. Her muscles were on fire, her head ringing from the blows she failed to block. She lay on a cold floor, moving gingerly so as to not to disturb her already broken ribs. She could tell by the sting of the air on her skin that she was naked, save her mask and boots. He'd insisted she put them on when he'd finished with her the first time. And broken her arm when she refused and tried to get away.
A quick casual move, he snapped the bone like dry firewood. After he affixed her mask, he set and bound her arm. Mercifully she passed out from the initial pain. Sick sadistic bastard, she thought. Nightwing's doppelganger seemed to have his same skills, knowledge, everything. That coupled with his apparent disregard for everything else made him deadly.
One thought shook her: I'm lucky to be alive. Hearing footsteps, she vowed to remain that way. Someone was bound to be looking for her by now. While his mentor seemed oblivious to her effect on Gotham, Robin seemed to like working with her. She was to meet with him early that morning at two, to share intel. Thank God he wasn't there in the evening. She barely made it out alive. Robin wouldn't have survived.
Hearing a door open, she froze and she listened intently to the persons who approached her. Hearing his confident tone, she struggled to contain the fear and rage that flooded through her.
"But why did you bring her here?" A woman's voice, slightly accented.
"You want them to come to you," Deathwing responded, "you need to give them something to come after."
"But this one will most likely bring Batman down on our heads," she retorted. "Not Nightwing."
"He'll come. I've assured it by taking her, and with Bette," he preened.
"Ah yes," she said knowingly. "Your one person fan club. I hope you didn't treat her as... exuberantly as you did Huntress."
"Of course not." His voice changed now, lighter, smoother. "After all, Nightwing would never do anything as depraved as this. Besides, Bette is still useful to me. When she gets too tiresome, then I'll finish with her." Huntress heard a kiss then, long and wet. Nausea threatened to overcome her and she barely held back a whimper. The kiss broke off.
"Come on, Cheshire, I forgot. I need to call the brat." The door shut again and the duo's footsteps began to recede. Helena held her breath a few moments more then, certain they were gone, wept.
Deathwing sat comfortably in an overstuffed chair and switched on the laptop. Checking his watch, he smiled. He was supposed to call her twenty minutes ago. The idiot was probably still waiting for him. He heard the whine of the modem kick in and ruffled his hair a bit. Taking a deep breath, he exhaled quickly and leaned toward the monitor.
The picture downloaded quickly. A pretty woman, with blonde hair watched the monitor with anticipation. Her lips then curled into a sweet smile and she giggled slightly.
"I thought you'd forgotten about me tonight," she said.
"I just came in from patrol," Deathwing answered quickly. "I tried to make it back sooner, but there was this woman about to be raped, and I had to do something about it." His voice dripped sincerity, and from her vantage point, Cheshire stifled her laughter.
Bette nodded her head. "I knew it had to be something important."
Deathwing leaned back in his chair. "Did you find that information I asked for?"
Bette nodded again. "Uh-huh, I'm sending it to you now. But I still don't know why you don't go through Oracle like all the others. She's much better than me at researching."
Deathwing smiled. "You're doing fine. Oracle won't help me, she only helps who she wants to." He chuckled. At least that much is true, he thought.
"I can try to contact her, tell her you need her help," she started. I'm sure..."
"I don't want Oracle, I want you," he said harshly. Then catching himself, he softened his tone. "It's like old times now, just you and me." He gave her a knowing grin. "We always made a great team."
Bette lowered her eyes, her face coloring slightly. "I know."
"I need you, Bette," he said seductively. He waited a beat then added, "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too," she whispered. "When are you coming back?"
He shook his head weakly. "I told you when I was out there, I have to finish this case first. Then we can be together again. Like before."
Cheshire raised an eyebrow. She walked up to Deathwing, behind the computer screen so as to stay out of Bette's line of sight. Getting his attention, she mouthed, 'before'?
He glanced at her with a slightly wicked grin. "You liked the last time didn't you?"
Bette turned from the monitor slightly and whispered, "Yes, I did. Very much."
Cheshire leaned in closer, letting her blouse fall open to reveal her full breasts. She ran her tongue across her parted lips and pressed her breasts together with her upper arms. Deathwing smiled widely and relaxed further, enjoying the show. He looked at the screen and said softly, "Would you like to do it again? Go further this time?"
Bette's voice was even softer. "Yes. It's what I've always dreamed."
Deathwing decided to push a little further. "Bette, will you do something for me?"
She looked at the screen smiling again. "Of course, anything."
He leaned in, pushing his chair away from the table. He glanced quickly at Cheshire then to his crotch. She took his hint and quietly crawled under the table. Nightwing shifted in his chair slightly then said to Bette, "Take off your top."
Bette hesitated. He chose his words carefully, deciding which ones would have the most effect. "Please Bette, I miss you. This case has been tough for me." Her resolve wavered; he added softly, "I... I've been having nightmares Bette. Terrible dreams." He waited a moment then went in for the kill.
"Please help me, Bette. Give me something beautiful to dream about."
Bette caught her bottom lip between her teeth, remembering the past three months. When he came to visit, he swept her off her feet. He said he needed to get away from the Haven for a while to clear his mind. They went everywhere, but she knew there was something else bothering him. She asked him what was wrong, but he never answered her. Finally she convinced him to talk to her. He said he needed to track down a drug dealer responsible for the deaths of several children in Bludhaven. One of the kids lived next door to him. A girl, about seven years old. And it happened right next door. He couldn't stop it. He couldn't change what had happened. But he decided he needed to find the person and bring him to justice. He felt he owed it to the family. Then he broke down, weeping into her arms. She'd never seen him this vulnerable and swore she would do what she could to help him.
He kissed her softly, then pulled away, apologizing profusely. He didn't mean to do that, to take advantage of her like that. She was still breathless from the kiss, then smiled. Leaning towards him she returned his kiss with one of her own. He seemed surprised at first, then swept her into his arms. Her senses were reeling. It was a dream come true. He moved them to the floor and began to place soft kisses on her mouth, her face, her neck. She didn't object when he started to undress her, knowing she wanted this man as much as he wanted her. When she lay nude before him, he caressed her body slowly. She tried to undress him, but he pushed her away.
"I can't make love to you tonight," he told her. "When we make love, I want it to be something special." She started to speak, but he covered her lips. Please, he said. Then he started kissing her again, stroking her gently, moving his mouth across her skin. He trailed his tongue down her breasts, teasing her nipples until they throbbed. Then he moved his mouth lower, tasting her woman's sweetness. He lapped the delicate folds gently, easing soft cries from her. He brought her to a swift climax with his tongue, then kissed her again, letting her taste her own juices from his lips. Then he gathered her in his arms and curled up in front of the fireplace.
He left the next day, telling her that he had to go, but would be in constant contact by computer. He needed to finish this one case. Then he'd come back. To her. For her own part, she did what she could to assist him: tracing aliases, finding addresses and numbers, pulling case files. They talked on the computer almost every night, but this was the first time he made this kind of a request. His voice broke through her musings.
"I'll show you mind if you show me yours," he teased. He was already shirtless, his muscular chest bare. She smiled, taking in his beautiful form, then began undoing the buttons of her blouse.
Cheshire sat at Deathwing's feet, easing his leggings off. His cock was semi-erect, and lay comfortably against his leg. She took it in her hands and began to stroke it softly. Deathwing flinched a first, then smiled, placing his hand over hers. Cheshire shrugged out of her top, and fondled her breast with one hand. She stroked her hard nipples over his leg, loving the goosebumps she gave him. She vaguely wondered what the little twit was doing. Deathwing could charm the birds from the tree if he wanted. No doubt the woman was topless, showing her breasts to him. Cheshire sat up on her heels and started teasing his cock with her tongue. He let out a groan then. Cheshire heard her question him and stifled another giggle. He made a lame excuse of being overcome by how beautiful she was. Not to be outdone, Cheshire lightly bit the soft flesh of his inner thigh before taking his now rock-hard shaft into her mouth. She sucked him softly, twirling her tongue around the sensitive head of his shaft, and listened to him direct the young woman on the monitor. She raked her nails over his skin, and massaged the tensing muscles in his legs. His hand came to rest on the back of her neck and quickened her rhythm, moaning. She hummed softly on his shaft, knowing that he was close to climaxing.
Kane was pleasant and eager to please, much to Deathwing's amusement. She undid her top and slid it softly off her shoulders. He smiled and exhaled hard, enjoying the feeling of Cheshire's hot wet mouth, and Bette's lace clad breasts.
"God, you're beautiful," he said to no one in particular. He eyed the front closure of Bette's bra. "Now, your bra." Bette smiled shyly, her whole body coloring pink. She quickly undid the closure and peeled the blue lace from her firm breasts. She lightly stroked her fingers over her skin then quickly dropped her hands. Deathwing said quickly, "Don't stop Bette. Please, show me how to touch you."
Bette bit her bottom lip again, hesitating. This was something new to her; she loved to touch and play with herself, but always in private. This was the first time she had an audience, and she found it both frightening and exciting. She didn't want to shock him, nor did she want to bore him. Seeing him smile and watching his hand slide under the table to his crotch, she started to cup her breasts, flicking the nipples to hard points. His eyes widened slightly, and his hand moved faster under the table. Bette slowly slid one of her hands down her own body into her shorts, into her lacy blue panties, which were now soaked with her juices. She paused again, then continued after his encouragement. Parting her soft lips, she slowly, lightly rubbed herself. Small moans escaped her lips as she threw her head back in her orgasm.
Deathwing was enjoying himself immensely. Bette performed exactly as he expected her to. That unfortunately was the problem. There was no challenge with this one. Not like his Helena. A wave of lust washed over him. He wanted to go and take her again, but reminded himself of his purpose. He moaned loudly, then softly thanked Bette for her "gift". Promising to contact her later, he signed off. He waited a few moments to confirm the disconnect, then threw his chair back and seized Cheshire swiftly. Rolling her onto her stomach, he thrust deeply into her, and rode her to a violent climax.
He took a chance with Kane tonight. He had to pace himself. There were only a few more steps to his goal. He'd take care of the ladies first, then the twerp, Robin. After them, he'd face off with Wayne. All of it would add into the destruction of Nightwing.
Nightwing, Troia, Starfire and Robin arrived at Titans HQ. Nightwing was hesitant on taking Robin, but Batman insisted. Whoever this Deathwing was, Nightwing could use any assistance available and Robin could contact Oracle or him faster than the Titans computer. Nightwing tried protesting again, but it was useless.
Arsenal was on monitor duty, suited and waiting. "What do we got to go on?"
Nightwing tossed him the evidence bag he and Batman assembled. "I need everything you can give me. Soil traces, fiber samples, anything. Robin already did the DNA stuff."
Arsenal caught the bag and started to sort through it. "Who'd it come up with"
Nightwing stated grimly, "Deathwing."
Arsenal stopped sorting and looked up in disbelief. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"I wish I was." Nightwing logged into the Tower computer and pulled up his files. He turned to Robin and nodded to him. Robin walked to the monitor and quickly read the displayed data.
"Jeez bloody louise. This is you..." Robin whispered in disbelief.
"Uh-huh, and that's the problem."
"He obviously isn't trying to hide from you," Robin observed. "He wants you to know he's here. Only an idiot would go after Huntress." He eyed the bloody earring again and shivered. "That's gonna leave a mark." Nightwing watched his successor, thinking back to when he would have made a remark like that. Nightwing smiled grimly, reminding Robin of Batman. He wondered how alike they all were or would be when this was over. Then he squared his shoulders and looked up at Nightwing. "So what do we do now?"
"We wait." Nightwing started entering data into the computer. "Like you said, he's not trying to hide. We need to figure out if there's a pattern to this. And if we and figure out what's next."
**
Arsenal, Cyborg and Nightwing began to analyze all the printouts for all the good it did. While Deathwing refused to stay anonymous, he wasn't going to tip his had just yet. Batman said as much, but Nightwing thought otherwise. Running information through Oracle's database was thorough, but time consuming. Starfire contacted the other active members and made them aware of all that happened. Feeling like a third wheel, Robin took the elevator to the Tower roof to think.
Sitting peacefully in the sea breeze Robin thought about Batman's reasoning for sending him along. Helena was family and family took care of their own. Plus, Dick could be very brutal when protecting his own; Tim saw that first hand during his first night in Bludhaven. After seeing Dick almost lose it in front of Bruce, Tim would need to keep Dick's rage in check. After seeing the apartment, he wondered if he could keep his own.
Donna took note of Robin's absence and went in search of him. Flying up to the roof, she quietly approached him.
"If I say I really like your perfume, are you gonna haul off and slug me, Troia?"
Donna stopped short and smiled. "That's something Dick would have come up with." She walked to his side and crouched next to him. "And the name is Donna." She put a hand on his shoulder and asked, "Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm fine, just worried." Robin stared into the distance. "Think she's ok?"
Donna took a deep cleansing breath, then answered, "We have to believe she is."
"I know." He waited a moment then said, "Is that really him? I mean, is whoever did that to Huntress, Dick Grayson?"
"Yes and no." Donna sat next to Robin and explained. "Deathwing is Richard Grayson from the future where Redwing and Mirage came from. They all came here to prevent their future from actually happening. Unfortunately, when they succeeded, and their reality ceased to be, that Richard Grayson went mad, and became Deathwing."
"So does that mean everything we're here doing now, he's done before?" Robin asked, showing an intelligence that belied his age.
Donna stared at him. "By the Gods, I hope not."
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(III) THE CHASE
Bette Kane adjusted her sunglasses to compensate for the morning glare. After logging off from him that night, she immediately booked herself on the next flight to Bludhaven. He didn't seem like himself last night. The case must be really getting to him. She decided that whether he liked it or not, she would help him solve it and get it out of his system. He needed her, and she could do more here with him than on the West Coast. She could research for him during the day then go out with him at night to solve this case. Then...
Finding his address wasn't too difficult. With her contacts in the former Titans groups, she located his apartment in one of the lower rent neighborhood. No wonder he had nightmares. He always said he needed to be closer to the problem areas, but to live in one? She clutched her sweater more tightly around her. The sooner they got to the bottom of things, the sooner he could get out of here. He always said they made a great team; she would prove it to him. Nightwing and Flamebird. Dick and Bette Grayson. She smiled at the last thought. They'd do this together.
Slinging her tote bag over her shoulder, she went up the steps and into the building. She checked the mailbox cards in the lobby, searching for his name. Just then, a lovely young Asian woman came around the corner carrying a stack of papers. Bette smiled and said, "Excuse me, do you speak English?"
Clancy, Dick's Chinese born-Irish raised landlady, gave her a cock-eyed grin. "Sure'n I speak English. What da ya take me far." Her Irish brogue startled Bette into speechlessness and she turned a deep shade of red. Clancy stifled another giggle and asked, "Kin I help ya with somethin'?"
Bette stammered, "Yes, I'm looking for Richard Grayson."
Clancy eyed her suspiciously. "Oh, are ya now?"
Bette, getting some of her confidence back replied, "Yes, he called me last night, he said he needed my help. He sent for me."
Clancy felt her anger start to rise. "Oh really," she drawled, still smiling but not amused.
Bette answered, "We're very close."
Clancy's smile no longer reached her eyes. "Well, if he's needin' you so much, far be it for me to keep ya from yer man." She turned quickly. "I'll take ya right up." Clancy started up the stairs, Bette in her wake.
Dick, Tim, and Roy spent the night in Bludhaven going over the evidence. They finally called a timeout at six in the morning to relax a bit. Donna and Vic were at the tower following other leads and would contact them if they came up with anything. Knowing who they faced, they would need their rest.
Dick was the first one awake. After throwing a robe over his bare chest, he stumbled into the kitchen to make breakfast for the three of them. He pulled the coffee out of the cabinet and started counting out scoops. Tim's voice made him pause.
"Whadaya think? Is she ok?"
Dick put the scoop down and turned to Tim, who was just waking up. "We have to think so. We aren't doing her any good if we don't."
"I was supposed to meet her last night. I should have been there. I could have helped." Tim's voice was dead, flat. Dick leaned back against the counter and folded his arms across his chest. "Don't. Second guessing won't help us any."
Tim's voice rose a bit with urgency. "I should have been there. If I was..."
Dick cut him off. "He would have killed you, kidnapped Helena and I'd really be a basket case. Not to mention what HE'd be feeling." They both knew who HE was.
Tim sighed. "So what are we gonna do now?"
"We have to wait. Like you said, he's not hiding, but he's not showing his hand either." Dick turned back and picked up the scoop. He turned his head back and gave Tim one of his 'big brother' grins. "Twerp, you made me lose count."
Tim smiled, and stretched. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Tim yawned, "Did you want me to get that?"
"Nah, I'm up." Dick answered, pouring the coffee grounds back into the canister. Roy, who hadn't moved form his position on the floor, opened a sleepy eye in curiosity.
Dick opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by his petite landlady. He gave her a dazzling smile. "Good morning, Clancy. What can I do for you?"
She returned his smile sweetly, then punched him squarely in the gut. It took him off guard and left him gasping. Clancy then said, "Yuir girlfriend was snoopin' around the lobby. I took the liberty of showin' her up." She glared at him once more, then turned and smiled at Bette. "Good day, Miss." Turning quickly on her heel, she stomped down the hallway.
Before Dick could stop Clancy, he spotted Bette in the hallway. "What are you..." was as far as he got before he found himself staggering back into his apartment, Bette in his arms, kissing him passionately. She closed the door loudly with her foot, then quickly stripped him of his robe, speaking between kisses.
"I know you said not to come out here but after last night, I knew you needed me. I couldn't stay away anymore, I know you need me as much as I need you, so before you say anything, don't. She caught his mouth again with hers, working on removing his sweat pants when a discreet cough froze her.
Roy and Tim sat up staring, Tim slack-jawed, Roy with a stupid grin.
Roy drawled, "Dick, if you give us five minutes, Timbo and I can go out for breakfast." He started to chuckle now, watching shades of red flood Dick's and Bette's cheeks.
Tim smiled sheepishly and commented, "Now I know why he wanted to answer it."
Roy laughed even harder, deepening the Bette's blush and Dick's embarrassment. Bette stared to back away quickly, knocking over a small table before Dick caught her again. He had already retrieved his robe, tying the sash tightly around his waist.
"Wha-what are you doing here, Bette?" he stammered.
She wrung her hands nervously. "Like I said, last night convinced me that you needed me more than ever. I hopped on the next plane and came right out."
"Last night?" Her words took all three men by surprise.
"Yeah," she answered breathily. "I saw how much this case was getting to you and decided to come here where I could be more effective."
Tim's eyes widened. "How did you know about Huntress," he said in what everyone knew as the "Batman Tone."
It was Bette's turn to be confused. "Huntress?"
Dick asked quickly, "What do you mean last night?"
Bette's eyes looked at him in desperation. "We've been working on a case together for the past month. You said Oracle didn't want to help you. You contacted me again last night. You asked me... I did... things," her voice trailed off.
Roy's face lost its smile and he ran a hand through his hair. "Oh god," he whispered, realizing the obvious. Tim listened intently.
Dick put an arm around her and led her to a chair. Taking her hand, he said quietly, "Bette, I was in Gotham last night. I haven't tried to contact you in months."
She looked at him stunned. "That's impossible, you stayed with me several weeks ago," she said, her eyes filling with tears. "You said you needed my help, you needed me. We... we..." Her shoulders started to shake uncontrollably as her sobs overtook her.
Dick swept her in a fierce embrace, realizing what could have happened. While his feelings for Bette never went further than friendship, he saw how dangerous her situation was. She could have been Helena; Deathwing could have... He rubbed her back, calming her down. Tim brought over a roll of paper towels and a glass of water. He set them on the floor by Dick and then backed away, still listening.
Dick wiped the tears from her cheeks and smiled at her. He handed her the glass and told her to drink it. Now they needed her. Huntress' life was at stake.
She dried her eyes and began her story.
Dick settled her into his bed and softly closed the door leaving her in a dreamless sleep. It took all her strength to keep her composure, and following her dissertation, she cried herself to sleep in Dick's arms. He looked at her once more, thankful Deathwing hadn't raped her. Bette's a fighter, he thought, but he knew she wouldn't have survived anything worse. His chest tightened again and he said a silent plea for Helena. Please let her be alive.
Tim was already on the computer to Oracle. Roy contacted Titans Tower earlier and relayed the new information. Currently he was setting up quick breakfast for the group. Kory was on her way, with Donna to follow after she followed up on a few leads. Dick sat down next to Tim.
"What do we got?"
"I'm just waiting for Oracle to check out a hunch," Tim answered. "Something Miss Kane said hit me like a ton of bricks."
Roy held out a box of muffins to them. He asked, "What are you mean?"
Grabbing a chocolate chip one, Tim took a bite and swallowed quickly. "As much as we hate to think it, Deathwing is Dick Grayson. And Dick Grayson has a lot of resources at his disposal. I'm having Oracle run a trace on all your electronic activity, cash advances, credit cards." Taking another bite, he added, "Everyone's gotta eat."
Roy grinned, shaking his head. Trained by the best, he thought to himself.
Tim's next logic leap was even more impressive. "I've also got her checking Florida." At Dick's quizzical expression, Tim stated, "Think about it Dick, if you wanted to hide in plain sight, where would you do it. Where would it cause the least commotion."
Dick's eyes widened. "Haly's winter headquarters... Oh my God, if anyone was there..."
Tim interrupted this time, "It's circus season, so most of the troop would be gone, just the groundskeepers and the animal handlers. He probably used the same Grayson charm he used on Miss Kane to get them to leave. No use in stirring up trouble if he didn't need to. If he had He... I mean Huntress with him, he probably said he wanted to spend time alone with his lady friend. They'd leave skidmarks, thanking the heavens that their little Dickie boy finally has a girlfriend."
Dick grabbed the phone and quickly dialed the front office number. The voice mail came on with a message recorded in his voice: "Hello you've reached our business offices. Our winter headquarters will be closed for the next month in order to renovate our existing facilities. Please leave your message after the tone." Dick quickly hung the phone up just as Oracle confirmed Tim's suspicions.
"He's in Florida," Tim said reading off the info screen. "He requisitioned a six-passenger plane from Wayne Enterprises via the Internet. The flight plans originated from Gotham to California, back to Gotham. The passcodes matched, as did the signatures when he went to the airport, so no one stopped him. The workers at Haly's were given a month off with pay."
Dick lowered his head into his hands. He was going up against himself, a dark mirror of the person he was at that moment. Every thought and dream he had, this person had too. They all conveniently forgot that. "He wants me to come after him. That's why he took Huntress, and he toyed with Bette." He looked at Tim. "He wouldn't come after you, that'd bring me and Batman after him."
Roy stopped him. "But Huntress is part of the JLA, it doesn't make sense. Why possibly bring the wrath of Superman on him?"
Dick explained as understanding hit him. "Huntress is part of the 'family.' Superman would defer to Batman for this one. Plus, she and Bette both are... close to me." Roy raised an eyebrow. Dick continued, "He knew he couldn't take out Kory or Donna. Bette was too far out of the loop to know what goes on day-to-day, but close enough for information."
"And Huntress?" Roy asked.
Dick turned the computer screen to face him, ignoring Roy's question. Tim looked at Roy with that 'I'll-tell-you-later' look. They waited for the ladies to arrive, trying to plot their strategy.
**
Kory arrived shortly after the revelations. Dick gave her a brief run-down of the situation. Kory decided to look in on Bette. She quietly entered the bedroom and saw her small form curled up under the covers. She shook slightly, and let out a whimper. Kory sat on the bed's edge and stroked Bette's hair.
"Bette? It's me, Kory."
Bette responded to the soft touch like a kitten, nuzzling her hand slightly. "Oh Kory..." Tears slowly rolled her cheeks. "I thought that I... that Dick and I..." She choked back a sob. "I guess I just made a fool of myself, and now I may have killed Huntress."
Kory lay down next to her. "You didn't do anything. Deathwing is responsible for the whole mess."
"But if I hadn't given him what he asked for, this wouldn't have happened," Bette said. "I was stupid to think that after all this time he'd actually be interested in me."
Kory stroked her cheek. "Why do you say that?"
Bette gave her a weak smile. "Well jeez, Kory, you're a model, Donna's like a goddess, even his landlady has the hots for him. He hasn't thought of me for months." She rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. "How can I compete? Stupid me, who'd want anything to do with me?"
Kory propped herself on an elbow and looked down into Bette's eyes. "I would."
Bette didn't know what to say. She let out a nervous giggle. "Kory, that's a bad joke."
"I'm not joking." Kory smiled. "I'd like to think we've been friends for a while. You are a beautiful woman, and anyone would be a fool not to notice it."
Bette looked up at Kory, confused. Kory gently lowered her mouth to Bette's, kissing her softly. Bette's senses were swimming. She always thought Kory was one of the most beautiful women she'd ever met. And here she was, kissing her in the man of her dream's bed. And what surprised her most was her own reaction. Bette couldn't seem to control herself, she stroked Kory's hair, ran her hand down Kory's back... She didn't want Kory to stop. Kory sensed the change in Bette and responded in kind. She shifted her body over Bette's, easing one leg between Bette's. Though the sheets and their clothes separated them, Kory could feel the sensual heat from Bette's core. She moved a hand to Bette's breast and slowly cupped it through the fabric of her blouse.
Bette moaned softly against Kory's neck, her mind reeling. She'd never done this before, but she'd be damned if she ask Kory to stop. Her skin was on fire, she needed to feel like this. Kory seem to know that, and was happy to oblige. Bette rubbed her crotch against Kory's leg, reveling in the sensation. She felt shocks spiral through her body, from her hard nipples down to her toes. She was so wet, she could smell her heady musk perfuming the sheets.
"Kory, I'm..."
Kory covered Bette's mouth again, swallowing her cries. Bette came in an uncontrollable rush. She clutched at Kory's rounded butt cheeks, arching her breasts up against the beautiful princess. Even Deathwing didn't make her feel like this. She relaxed against the pillows, breathing heavily. Kory rolled to one side, kissing her lightly. She smiled at Bette.
"Did you like that?"
Bette felt the blood begin to color her face. "Yes, very much, but I don't understand."
Kory whispered, "Why did it feel that good? Even though you aren't that way?" Bette nodded, even more embarrassed. Kory said softly, "Because I love you. You're my friend, and I want you to be happy."
"Kory, I'm not..." she started.
"I know you're not, but did you enjoy it?" Kory asked. Bette nodded. "I did too. It won't happen again unless you ask, but I wanted to show you how desirable you are."
Bette looked shyly away. "Do you think so? Really?"
Kory kissed her quickly. "Really. Once we find Huntress, you'll have to come with Donna and I. You'll see what I mean."
Bette smiled, and took Kory's hand. "I'd like that."
Deathwing opened the door with a flourish.
"Huntress, my dear, are you awake?"
Helena was huddled in the far corner, one weary eye one him. Her other eye was swollen shut from their last bout. She spoke in whisper soft voice.
"What do you want? Or have you come to end this?"
He knelt down next to her, turning her face to him.
"Darling, you have to control your temper, you don't really want to make me mad do you?"
He then grabbed a handful of her hair and half dragged her to the small cot he'd set up for her. She caught one of his legs and tripped him up, causing him to crash into the ground. He lost his grip on her momentarily, and she broke away, limping slowly to the door. He caught her easily around the waist and lifted her bruised and battered body away from the door, laughing. She breathed a small prayer for safe deliverance, and cursed Nightwing and Batman. What the hell was taking them so long?
Everything was ready. Nightwing, Arsenal, Troia, Starfire, Robin and Flamebird boarded the jet that would take them to the Keys, where the camp was located. Dick didn't want to take Bette, but she insisted. Kory agreed. It was something she needed to do.
The plan was simple; two groups, one to find Huntress and get her out of there, the other team to face down Deathwing. He wasn't working alone, this much they knew from Oracle. Who he was working with was still the mystery, and they all needed to be on their guard.
Dick dreaded this, remembering his last meeting with Deathwing. Kory put a reassuring hand on his shoulder.
"We're all in this, just remember that."
He said nothing, but put a hand over hers and gently squeezed it. Checking the controls, he taxied the jet down the runway and into the night.
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(IV) END GAME
Nightwing landed the jet about a half-mile away from the grounds. They wanted to use the element of surprise to their advantage. Starfire and Troia flew the group onto the grounds near one of the supply buildings. The plan was simple: First find Huntress and get her out of there, then deal with Deathwing. Because of his grounds knowledge, Nightwing took point.
There were only four buildings to search and the big top. The first, the animal hospital, came up empty. The second, which consisted of the troupe sleeping quarters and infirmary, was also empty. The third building was made up of the costume and equipment rooms. Nightwing opened the first room and found the computer console Deathwing obviously used. Robin quickly popped the tower open and put the hard drive into his belt. He'd check it later with Oracle's help. No sign of Huntress, but there was a faint smell that made Arsenal's stomach turn.
"Cheshire's here. It's her perfume."
Nightwing looked at him with concern. "You gonna be all right?"
Arsenal steeled himself with a deep breath. "Yeah. I'm ok..."
They resumed checking the building and came across a room secured with a large padlock. Nightwing made quick work in picking the lock and eased the door open. Light streamed in from the hallway and revealed a small naked figure lying curled up in the corner. Nightwing's eyes widened, and he breathed, "Helena."
Huntress stirred at the first sound of the door opening. Her heart started racing with the panic she felt. They'd finished with her less than an hour ago and she didn't have the strength to fight again. She prayed quietly, "Please not again, not anymore." She turned her head, revealing her torn mask, one eye swollen shut, bloody nose and lip, and the many bruises on her face and shoulder. Seeing the familiar silhouette, she slowly moved back against the wall. "Stay away from me, you demented bastard," she spat, "or so help me I'll kill you."
Nightwing shook with rage he never knew existed. Robin and Arsenal moved past him, Arsenal quickly removing his tunic top, Robin undoing his cape. Robin said quietly, "Huntress, it's ok, it's me, Robin." He knelt next to her, softly shifting her hair out of her eyes.
Huntress flinched at the touch, but recognized the caring in his voice. "Robin?" she asked in wonder, turning her body gingerly to see him more clearly. She smiled at him, "Oh God, it's you." She slowly sat up, shaking from the effort. Her tears flowed freely down her cheeks as she sobbed, Robin holding her gently against his chest. "What the hell took you so long?"
Arsenal took his tunic and draped it over her bare shoulders, then quickly undid the cuffs on her wrists. He then noticed her splinted arm and swore quietly. "God, did he do that to you?"
She turned to him, "It wasn't Nightwing, it couldn't be. He's not..."
Nightwing stepped closer, and knelt across from her. "It wasn't me, Huntress, I swear."
She looked at him, her fear showing clearly. "Then who was that?"
He attempted to stroke her cheek, but pulled back when she flinched. Biting his lip, he gently drew Robin's cape around her and said, "I'll tell you the whole story later, I promise." He turned to Starfire. "You and Flamebird get her back to the jet. Do whatever you can for her."
Starfire nodded and cautiously picked her up, trying not to aggravate her injuries. Satisfied, Flamebird looped an arm around Starfire while Robin handed her the computer hard drive. Starfire slowly flew off the ground and out of sight.
Exiting the building, Nightwing turned to the others. "Robin, you're with Arsenal, take the last building. Troia, you're with me, we've got the big top. They're here somewhere."
They broke off quickly, but Robin called Troia quickly. "Watch him Donna, he's not..."
"I know," she said. "I will."
Starfire and Flamebird made it to the jet swiftly. Starfire gently settled her onto one of the beds while Flamebird began cleaning Huntress' wounds. Satisfied that Flamebird could handle the first aid, she left the jet, saying she wanted to make sure they weren't followed.
Flamebird gently washed the blood and tears from Huntress' face, speaking softly. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, "I helped him find you. If I'd known it wasn't Nightwing, I swear..."
Huntress slowly peeled the remains of her mask from her face. "You didn't do anything wrong, how could you have known. I didn't until it was too late."
Flamebird rinsed the cloth out and began to wipe the blood off her body. Huntress flinched and began to shake uncontrollably. Scared, Flamebird asked quickly, "Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry..."
"No," Huntress said, new tears forming. "It's not you, I just keep feeling his hands on me."
"Do you want me to stop?" Flamebird asked.
Huntress blinked, clearing her vision. "Please don't. I just need to know you're not him, not them. I-" her voice cracked, "I don't want to hurt anymore."
Flamebird understood at once. She softly wiped the tears from Huntress' face running her fingers over her swollen lips. Huntress shyly stuck her tongue between her lips and tasted the metallic tang off Flamebird's fingertips. Flamebird took the cloth in her other hand and began to softly wash the filth from Huntress' arms.
Huntress felt the bile begin to rise in her throat as she felt gentle hands on her. She told herself, this isn't him or the bitch who used her, who beat and raped her. She felt the sting of the air on her open wounds as the grime was rinsed away. Her eyes never left Flamebird's, seeing the caring in them. She slowly moved her uninjured arm up and caught Flamebird's hand in hers, moving it to her cheek and nuzzling it softly, eyes closed. Her nausea slowly drained away, replaced by a calm she hadn't felt since Deathwing took her away. She softly pressed her lips to Flamebird's palm, and heard her breath catch. She looked into Flamebird's eyes and smiled. Slowly, Flamebird lowered her mouth to Helena's and kissed her.
Huntress' hand tangled in Flamebird's hair, softly drawing her closer. Flamebird gently moved the black cape aside and began to wash her breasts. The cool air and the light touches caused her nipples to harden into rosy buds that tingled when the cloth ran over them. Flamebird slowly moved the cloth lower, stroking the tender skin of her stomach before moving lower still. She felt Huntress stiffen slightly, then relax. She moved her mouth down Huntress' neck, placing soft kisses on her skin. She brought the washcloth back up Huntress' body, and curved it lightly along the underside of her breasts. Moving her lips back to Huntress' mouth, she kissed her lightly once more, then pulled away, a soft smile on her lips.
Huntress stared at Flamebird a moment with a weak curve to her lips, feeling the compassion in those eyes. Something inside her broke, and she began to shake again. Flamebird gathered her in her arms and held her until the sobbing subsided.
Arsenal and Robin moved silently through the business offices. No sign of Cheshire, but the scent of her perfume filled the air. She was here. She was close.
Arsenal sent Robin to the backside of the building, while he would move to the roof. Just as he stepped onto the roof, he found himself on his back from a sweep kick. He rolled away quickly, barely avoiding a dagger thrown where his head was.
"You cost me a great deal of money, Roy Harper." She kicked his side with a leather-shod foot. "That attack of conscience made me lose face in front of the circle." Another kick. "I should kill you here and now."
He caught her foot and twisted it, throwing her to the gravelly surface and shot up. "We've been through this already, Jade. I couldn't let you do that, and I won't forgive what you did to Huntress."
This seemed to anger her more. She sprung up, slashing with one of her trademark blades. "What is she to you? Just another slut, another one of Nightwing's conquests. Since when have you gone after his leavings?"
He blocked her arm and delivered a blow to her stomach, almost throwing her off the roof. "How dare you! That you of all people, would let this happen, that you would help that psycho do this to her. You make me sick."
She smiled a cruel smile struggling to her feet. "So there is more to this. Shall I tell you about it, how he beat her until she was too weak to resist? How I would hold her down when it wasn't my turn?" She raised another dagger and cocked her arm to throw. "She has a very loud voice you know. I had to gag her each time we wanted to..." She screamed suddenly as a razor-sharp 'R' embedded in her hand. Another slashed into her leg. She staggered briefly then lost her footing, tumbling over the edge. Arsenal staggered over, peering down. She was nowhere to be found.
Robin stood on the edge, calling out to Arsenal. "You ok?"
"Yeah," Arsenal said breathing heavily. His ears were still ringing with her words and he struggled with the nausea threatening to overtake him. "C'mon." He began his descent. "She's still on the loose."
Troia and Nightwing cleared the grounds surrounding the ring and canopy that served as the big top. They entered the ring scanning for their adversary. Suddenly, Troia found herself wrapped in several feet of thick metal cable then suspended in the air from large hook. She struggled to get free. Nightwing yelled to her, then caught a swift punch in the stomach.
Catching his breath, he raised his arm and barely deflected another fist. Somersaulting backwards, he found himself staring into a mirror. Gone was the bare-chested costume of his earlier days. Deathwing stood facing him in a costume that could be his own. The only difference was the grim smile on his lips.
"You figured it out faster than I gave you credit. You've thrown my time table off a great deal." They moved, circling each other. "Where's the freak? I figured he'd be here by now."
Nightwing searched for an opening. "I don't need Batman to take your sorry ass out."
"But you brought the brat instead." Deathwing smiled suddenly in recognition. "He probably figured it out for you. I should have known, you're beyond that kind of thinking. Cops aren't known for their logic."
Nightwing, tired of this verbal sparring, demanded, "What the hell do you want?"
Deathwing laughed wickedly. "Well, what do you think? I want your life, or mine if you will. I want my life back. My women, my money, my life."
"Huntress and I have been over for a while now." Nightwing lunged, landing a punch that sent Deathwing staggering back, mouth bleeding.
"You can call her Helena, I know who she is." He threw several of his custom darts, landing one in Nightwing's shoulder. He dove at Nightwing, catching him around the waist and throwing him to the floor. He quickly scrambled upright and planted a knee on Nightwing's chest. "You may have been over, but I never was. He took one of his ecrima sticks and pressed down on Nightwing's heavily armored neck. "She's got a lot of spirit. Very feisty." Seeing the anger harden Nightwing's features, he laughed. "Oh, did I strike a nerve?" He stopped his pressure on Nightwing's neck and lowered his face until they were almost touching. "Did you know she called for you the second time. That's when I broke her arm. She never said my name once. Even when I was in her, she screamed for you. I would have gone easier on her if she just said my name." He chuckled, "But then, it's not like you trust her or anything. To you, she was just another hole to punch."
The last comment broke any restraint Nightwing may have felt. He cuffed Deathwing on temple and sent him sprawling. "You bastard!" Nightwing landed on him hard, punching hard in the jaw. He landed several more punches yelling, "No one deserves to be treated like that." Another punch. He felt bone crack under his fist, but didn't cease his attack. "She's a human being and you violated her." He then drew his own sticks and began to press on Deathwing's neck.
Donna struggled in her bonds uselessly. Deathwing had done his homework, she thought, watching the scene below. Nightwing was barely under control when they arrived here. Finding Huntress nearly broke that control. Hearing the exchange of words, she prayed to Athena that Nightwing wouldn't snap. Now seeing Nightwing choking his counterpart, she knew he had. She had to stop this. She called to him, "Nightwing, don't."
Deathwing struggled for breath as he kept the stick from crushing him. His vision fuzzed out slightly as he struggled to stay conscious. In the distance, her heard Troia call to Nightwing. For a split-second he felt the pressure on his neck lessen, giving him the opening he needed. He arched his body up and slipped his legs under Nightwing's arms and pulled back as hard as he could, throwing Nightwing in the dirt. Deathwing stood shakily, blood running from his broken jaw, breathing heavily. Struggling to speak, "That's right, you haven't gotten past the killing thing." He drew his remaining blades. "Luckily, I have." He drew back and threw a volley of three at Troia's still suspended form.
A starbolt vaporized the blades in midair. Starfire directed her next bolt at the ground in front of Deathwing. "So have I, you monster!"
Nightwing yelled quickly, "Starfire, get her down from there!" He rushed over to where Deathwing lay, arm twisted unnaturally, breathing hard. Deathwing gave a watery chuckle.
"You haven't won yet. I still have an ace up my sleeve." They both heard a pistol hammer cock back moments before Nightwing felt the cold metal barrel press against the back of his neck.
Cheshire stood behind him, gun to his head. "I hate to end this tete-a-tete, but Deathwing and I have an appointment elsewhere." She moved around him, sights still trained on Nightwing, and held an arm out to Deathwing. She helped him to his feet slowly and spoke. "Now if you'll excuse us." With a flick of her wrist, she pressed a button on Deathwing's belt. "You have a choice," she said, backing up quickly. "You can come after us, or find the bomb I just activated." She smiled, almost out of the ring. "You have two minutes." They turned and rushed out of the area.
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Starfire made quick work of Troia's bonds and helped her to her feet. Nightwing staggered over, holding his side. One of his ribs was broken, but he gritted his teeth. "Are you alright," he asked Troia. She nodded, looking him over carefully. He spoke quickly. "There's a bomb. We gotta find it and get rid of it." He turned to Starfire. "Any sign of Arsenal?"
She shook her head. "I came straight here after getting Huntress settled." Her next sentence was cutoff by the firing up of helicopter engines. They ran out in time to watch the chopper take off. Nightwing cursed loudly, then scanned the area for Arsenal and Robin. Arsenal ran up from one of the buildings.
"Cheshire got away."
"We know." Nightwing said, without preamble. "There's a bomb."
Arsenal didn't flinch. "How much time?"
"Minute, a little more. Where's Robin?"
"We found the chopper, he put a tracer on it. He was headed to the big top."
Nightwing's stomach clenched again. If anything had happened to Tim... He took off in a dead run, searching the grounds. Damn the bomb, he thought. The rest of them followed him quickly, searching for Robin. Everyone took a building, clearing them quickly. No sign of the Boy Wonder.
They regrouped in an open area at the back of the compound. "Anything?" Nightwing yelled.
"Not a trace." Arsenal added, "No sign of the bomb either."
A labored groan came from a pile of tarps nearby. Nightwing rushed over and tore at the fabric like a man possessed. The others quickly joined him pulling away the canvas. They found Robin tangled in the lines, a cut at his temple. Nightwing felt the weight ease off his chest.
Robin sat up gingerly. "Anyone get the plate on that truck?"
Nightwing chuckled and helped him to his feet, his relief obvious. "Let's get out of here. There's a bomb, were almost out of time."
"I know. I found it," Robin replied, carefully touching the cut on his head.
Troia yelled, "Where is it?"
Robin winced at the sound. "I put it on the chopper and called the Coast Guard." He looked at their stunned faces and gave a weak smile. "It is theirs, isn't it?"
Nightwing started to laugh and pulled Robin into a huge embrace. Robin returned it briefly, then pulled away. "Let's get outta here, He's probably waiting for us."
The ladies took flight and rushed the team back to the waiting jet.
It was a quiet flight back. Robin sat by Huntress, holding her hand through the flight. "I'm sorry I wasn't there," he said quietly. His seriousness surprised her.
She smiled at him weakly and reached out to stroke his cheek. "It's a good thing you weren't. Flamebird said you were the one who figured it out."
"It didn't take much. No one was really thinking straight." He smiled. "Speaking of which..." He let her hand go and handed her a com link, holding the ear piece up to her so she could listen.
"Bit of an adventure for you. Are you alright?" There was no mistaking that dark, menacing voice.
She sighed. "I'll never play the violin again, but I'll be fine. Your boys took good care of me," she said, smiling at Robin.
"I've been keeping an eye on things; it's been busy."
"I'll bet it has been," she said, wondering where this was going.
"By the way, Wayne Enterprises, who own your building, fixed the damage to your apartment. I took anything incriminating, When you're up to it, Robin can bring you to the cave to get it. I also had another set of uniforms made up when you're ready to hit the streets again."
Huntress felt her jaw drop as he spoke. This would be as close as he would come to saying he cared, even a bit. She felt a tear roll down her cheek. "Give me a week."
"Don't push yourself too hard Huntress, I don't need another liability out there."
"I won't. Huntress out."
Nightwing left Arsenal to fly the plane and went to the back to check on Huntress. He saw Robin taking a com link from her and then taking her hand again. Flamebird finished dressing her cuts and wrapped her in a soft cloth gown and Robin's cape. She and Donna were in the rear of the jet, conferring quietly, but stopped speaking as he entered the cabin. He gave them a questioning glance, then went to Huntress and Robin. He smiled down on her and reached down to stroke her hair. She flinched at first then willed herself to relax. This was her Nightwing, she told herself. She looked into his eyes and saw the hurt he felt when she first pulled away. "I'm sorry, it's just..."
He stopped her, "I know, I should know better."
Robin watched the exchange and stood up, surrendering his chair. "I'm going to talk to Arsenal." He squeezed her hand once more, then left them alone.
Nightwing took the vacant seat and rested his hand by hers. He didn't want to scare her anymore, but ached to touch her, to let her know...
"The chopper blew up," he said softly. "Coast Guard searched the wreckage, but there was no sign of them."
"Then they could've gotten away..." she asked flatly.
"Not likely, but we put feelers out just in case." He took a piece of gauze and lightly dabbed at one of the cuts on her face. "When we get back to the tower, Raven can fix you up good as new."
"Thanks." There was an awkward silence as he discarded the bloodied cotton and retrieved another. "Flamebird told me what he did to all of you." She smiled at him. "She's a good person."
He smiled again, "A very good person."
"She loves you."
He paused in his ministrations a moment and cast a glance in Flamebird's direction. "I know, but I've told her I don't feel that way towards her."
"Too bad, you two look cute together." She relaxed against the pillow, eyes closed.
He studied her face, not knowing what to say. He discarded another piece of gauze and made to stand up. "I'll let you get some rest. Did you want Robin to sit with you?"
Her eyes flew open. "No, but would you mind?" she asked softly. He searched her face then sat down slowly, resting his hand on the bed. She slowly took it, squeezed it softly and relaxed. He held her hand for the rest of the flight.
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(V) CATHARSIS
True to his word, Raven healed all of Huntress's injuries, much to her surprise. After a thorough team debriefing, Nightwing said he would escort Robin and Huntress back home. Batman would be waiting for them, and he wanted to give his report first hand.
He was, standing on the gargoyle at the usual meeting place. "How'd it go?"
"Very well, considering," Nightwing answered. "Kid did a good job."
Batman curled his lip slightly. Anyone else wouldn't have known this was a smile. They did. Batman turned to Huntress. "I swept your apartment, it's clear." He handed her a set of keys. "Your locks were changed. I made sure of that."
She took the keys from him. "So you know then..." she said quietly.
"I know I can still use you on the streets." He turned to Robin and indicated they should go now. He called back to her, "When you're ready, have Nightwing or Robin bring you to the cave to pick up your new uniforms. I added some gear to your belt, they can teach you how to use it." He shot his cable out, Robin mirroring the move, throwing a quick smile at her. Batman turned to her once more once more. "Welcome home." With that, he leapt into the night, Robin in his wake.
He took her keys and opened the door, senses tingling as he cleared the room. Batman did his homework. The carpet, furniture, everything had been replaced. There were also fresh flowers on the nightstand with a card from WayneCorp. He grinned. This had to be Alfred's doing. He turned to her and smiled. "You have an admirer."
She entered her room, amazed. "WayneCorp must owe you guys big."
He laughed. "We know where a few bodies are buried." He handed her keys back. "I guess I should get going."
She stopped him. "Wait." Her face was flushed, and she seemed to be unsure of her next words.
He gave her a soft look that made her heart skip a beat. "Are you going to be alright tonight? I can stay for a while if you want."
She hesitated over her next sentence. "Would you...stay here... with me tonight?" He started to answer when she left him stunned with her next words.
"I need you to hold me tonight... to-to make love to me. I need to know it's you."
He went to her and took her hand. "Are you sure about this?"
She shuddered slightly when he touched her, fighting off the panic that twisted her insides. "Very sure. I just need to know you aren't like him, Nightwing."
He dropped her hand and reached for his mask. Slowly removing it, he said, "My name is Richard. My friends call me Dick."
The tears fell freely now. She smiled at him, stroking his cheek. "Dick. Make love to me tonight."
He took her in his arms and kissed her softly. She stiffened at first, then relaxed in his arms. She wound her arms around him and returned his kiss, feeling a knot inside her come undone. She broke off the kiss and led him into the bathroom. She undid the cape and gown there, then reached in and turned the shower on. "I need to wash his stench from my skin," she said simply.
He watched her drop her clothing and quickly shed his. They stepped under the stream of hot water and kissed again, arms winding around each other. She felt like she was shedding her skin and, taking the soap, she lathered his face, washing away the spirit gum. She looked at him, studying the laugh lines by his eyes, tracing the tiny scar on his chin. This was the face she dreamt of at night. This was her Richard.
He took the bar from her and slowly washed her body, running soapy hands across her skin. She closed her eyes and let him wash her, his hands making her feel clean again. He ran a gentle hand between her legs and felt her stiffen slightly. He started to move it away but was stilled by her hand. She reached down and guided his hand back between her legs, stroking her softness. His shaft was throbbing, and he flinched when she touched him. She lathered his body then wrapped her arms around him, rubbing against him. He let out a moan and raised her head to his, kissing her lips tenderly. His shaft slipped between her legs, rubbing between the lips of her clit, sending sparks through them both. He gathered her to him and leaned her against the wall of the shower gently, rubbing his shaft between her legs. After a while, her turned her so her hair flowed with the water down her back. He slowly washed and rinsed the black mass in the warm water, placing burning kisses on her face and neck. She pulled away and washed his, sighing as he lowered his head to kiss her breasts. Rinsing him off, she turned the water off and stepped out of the shower.
From under the sink, she produced two large fluffy towels and began to dry him, massaging the skin, tasting him as she worked. He dried his hair quickly, then stepped back so he could return the favor. He touched her reverently, like she was made of fine porcelain. He finished quickly then wrapped the towel around her and pulled her into his chest. They kissed again, with more passion and he swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bed.
He laid her on the bed and lowered himself onto the mattress next to her. Kissing her once more, he moved down her body, worshipping every inch of her, tasting her clean skin. He caught one nipple in his lips and sucked lightly on it, his hands roaming the length of her body. He circled her breast with his tongue and made his way over to her other breast. Her hands were in his hair, pulling him to her, enjoying the feel of his mouth on her skin. He moved lower now gently easing her legs apart and lightly flicked his tongue over her now wet lips. She screamed his name, digging her heels into the mattress as she arched up against his mouth. He caught her hips and licked her, sucking softly on her, tasting her juices as she shuddered to her climax. He tongued her a little longer, then moved up her body again to kiss her full lips.
She was electrified by the taste of her on his lips. She ran her hands across his back, twined them in his hair and pulled him closer. He raised himself up to be nose to nose with her, a sweet smile on his lips. He sheathed himself slowly, watching her eyes as he did. She marveled at his control, gliding into her hot center, filling her completely. They moved together, slowly at first then faster as she pulled him to her, arching up against him. He whispered her name softly against her lips, feeling his orgasm build swiftly.
"Helena..."
"Dick..."
They came together, clinging to each other tightly as the spasms rocked through them. He collapsed on her, rolling off slightly, so his arm was still around her. Their bodies were covered with a light sheen of sweat. She ran her tongue across his lips.
"Dick, I..."
He looked at her, his eyes as clear and as blue as a foreign ocean, a faint smile on his lip. He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it lightly. She'd sell her soul to stay here like this with him. But...
"I... thank you," she whispered. He looked at her, slightly confused. He started to question her but was silenced by a finger on his lips. She rolled him onto his back and began to taste his body just like in all her dreams.
"You've cost me a fortune Cheshire, you and your lapdog. And you come crawling back to me for revenge?"
"You don't understand..." she protested.
"I understand that your operation was taken out by an incomplete team of so-called heroes, partially because of the lust of your partner."
"Wait a minute..." Deathwing challenged.
"Silence, you worthless imposter. Your counterpart made quick work of you. If it weren't for Troy, you'd be dead now and no longer my problem so spare me the lengthy dissertation."
Ra's al Ghul adjusted his cloak and started to leave the room. Deathwing grabbed his shoulder. "We can finish this..."
Ra's whirled around and leveled Deathwing with his closed fist. "I will deal with you later. Until then, stay out of my sight. I have more pressing business." He glared at the man sprawled at his feet, then turned quickly, disappearing into the shadows of the corridor.
THE END