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Selina hadn’t intended to take the pouch of diamonds. That wasn’t why she had showed up. It had just sort of happened, the gems right there for the taking while V and Gordon were talking shop. Not that he was likely to believe that for a second. These days he was back to mistrusting her so easily when their paths crossed. Though in some sense, she supposed that V suspecting she was always masterminding things and never acting impulsively in her scores was flattering in a funny sort of way.
Her heart pounded as she chased across the roof tops, the grey light of the dawn starting to appear across the east river while she ran. He ought to have discovered that she had left, that something was missing. The diamonds were an exhilarating weight in her bag when she shimmied her way up a rusty fire escape and across the roof terraces of the old brownstone buildings before vaulting onto the ugly co-op office space next to them. Still no indication of someone following her.
She allowed herself a breather on the next roof, leaning against the empty casing for the old cooling units, not quite sure she was delighted or disappointed that he hadn’t come after her. Perhaps he had gone straight to her apartment in Blüdhaven to lay in wait for her. Or perhaps he had simply been too tired after the shootout with the penguins thugs to notice she had snuck something a little extra out of their safe. Selina wrinkled her nose, already not believing that explanation, even if was her own. V was detail oriented, and his cop friend had to be too in order to prevent any of his officers doing something similar to what she had done.
“You didn’t think to steal a car while you were at it?”
She jerked to attention at the gruff voice behind her, hiding the grin on her face as she turned around. V was crouched on the railing of the building, an inky blotch against the grey pre-dawn light.
“What are you talking about?” She shot back, and even though she couldn’t see his face clearly in the sparse light coming from the sign over the door leading down, but Selina knew he was pulling a grimace at her feigned innocence.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
“Are you accusing me of stealing?” She asked, popping her hip at him, and V unfurled himself, taking a few steps forward – there was a slightest jolt in her gut, fear, in the midst of all of her excitement – an echo of what her feelings would be if she and the Bat didn’t have such complicated history.
“I’m not accusing you, I’m telling you.”
“Well then,” she said, holding up her hands in surrender. “I guess you better come and search me.”
Her heart started racing again as he approached, the way he towered over her more and more with every step. Up close she could see the details of his face a little better, the jut of the cowl, the square jaw. She pushed back her mask and caught the hitch in his breathing as he took in her face, knowing she was still flushed from her run. Finally she allowed herself a smile, not a kind one, but one that spelled trouble for him.
Not heeding the warning, he reached forward, and Selina dodged out of the way, giving him just enough warning as she swept out her leg to make him stumble rather than knocking him flat on his ass.
“Selina,” he snapped, obviously frustrated, but he raised his hands as she dropped back into fighting stance.
“I didn’t say I wasn’t going to fight you on it,” she drawled,
When he crowded up on her this time, she could feel his grip slacken a split second too soon, and she lit up in a smile as she twisted out of his hold and jabbed him with her elbow, sending him staggering a few step back. Her next circle kick lost the tiniest bit of momentum before it connected, and Selina saw it register in his frame. The way his shoulders relaxed before he launched forward, both of them on the same page.
The blows and kicks were exhilarating. Her heart pounded, blood rushing through her veins as she parried and slipped out of the grasp of his big hands. Anyone else and she would have clobbered them, and had Selina been anyone else, she would have been lying unconscious now – no one else knew how to make the most of the fraction of a second that he was pulling his punches.
His breathing was coming hard and fast, a warm puff against her face when she staggered, cursing when a loose bit of brick slipped under her foot, and then, before she even really knew what was happening, she was flush against him. His bulky arms pinned hers down, trapped them against her chest. Selina wriggled, but V, it seemed, was done playing, and trapped her legs against the venting running across the roof, crowding over her.
“Yield,” he panted against her ear and Selina’s knees wobbled under her.
She didn’t surrender, squirming instead until her ass was firmly pressed against his crotch.
“Stop it,” he hissed, squeezing her tighter to put emphasis behind the words. “This isn’t what this is.”
Her wriggling stopped, but they were still lined up, her much smaller frame tucked into his body, the creak of leather on leather. It was of course exactly what this was. What it always was between the two of them. Fucking and fighting looping into the other.
“You don’t want to?” she asked when the silence grew too loaded, only the sounds of the city from several stories down keeping them company.
She had gone lax in his arms, but V was tense, restraining himself. Body held back from the precipe by that frustrating self-denial of his. He would need encouragement to take the last step. Managing to turn her head a little, she had V breathing into the corner of her mouth rather than her ear.
“That’s a shame,” she sighed, and then, opening herself to a possible wound to her pride, she continued: “Sparring with you always gets me so hot, V.”
A jolt went through his entire body, and Selina felt his willpower shatter, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like ‘goddamnit’ before his lips were suddenly against her skin. Her jaw, her neck where her pulse was still hammering away and then her mouth. The angle was off balance and awkward, V still crushing her to her chest, looming over her, but his lips were so warm, soft against hers, and Selina’s hands flexed restlessly.
“Baby,” she crooned against his mouth, opening up to his tongue, letting him inside, belly buzzing at the way he was overpowering her.
When V at last let go of her arms to grope at her suit, her hands shot up, cradling his face, nipping at his lower lip, pulling at it until his hands were shaking on her zippers. There was a low groan in his throat, and Selina panted, arching into his touch when he managed to pull the zipper down past her navel, fingers slipping inside, sliding under her top, along her damp skin.
“You should get a new zipper,” he grumbled as he yanked down at the sleeves, baring her to the open air. Her nipples tightened at the sudden rush of air and her toes curled in her boots. “Then I could…”
He trailed off, but he didn’t need to say anything else. Selina knew exactly where his mind was going, and judging from the way his mouth got all prissy looking, he knew that she knew.
“Because you want to fuck me while I’m wearing the suit?” She teased, and she was pretty sure he was blushing under his mask – at least he wasn’t looking at her, eyes fixed on what his hands were doing, pulling down her shorts. “Kinky…”
She quite liked the image they made like this though, her bare and delicate as she peeled off her top, V a big swatch of armoured darkness looming over her. Her very own creature of the night.
“You know I’m going to have to take those diamonds back,” he muttered, even as he cupped her breast,
“If you…” she stumbled over the rest of her sentence when he circled her nipple, a throbbing pleasure between her legs at the raspy feel of the gloves. “If you make me come I might let you.”
A smile tugged at his mouth, not a nice one, but a nasty and confident one that almost looked out of place on his severe face, and she knew she was in for a ride. V had never looked at her like that when they had first started this dance, always so anxious to please her. Now though, now he knew exactly how to make her lose her shit.
Desperate to hang onto at least a little bit of her pride, she reached down to stroke the front of his pants. Bruce let out a low, involuntary grunt, pressing the thick ridge of his dick into her hand, his touch stuttering at the rush of sensation that gave him. For a moment he lost himself, focused on his own pleasure, and Selina admired the slackness of his mouth, the flutter of his eyelashes under the severe brow of the cowl as he rubbed himself against her hand.
“Take off your gloves, V,” she cooed.
She always liked the look of his hands when he was still wearing the suit. The white boxer’s wrapping against the black of the armoured fabric, the long elegant fingers… They slipped between her legs, opening her up.
“Selina,” he groaned, feeling how hot their little wrestling match had managed to get her. “All I need to do is hold you down, huh?”
Selina whined when he fucked his fingers into her cunt, lifting her leg a little to make it easier for him. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he got her riled up – of course the heavy press of his cock against her hip showed how easily she dialled him up too.
“The chase is a lot of fun too,” she panted and rocked her hips, clutching onto his wide shoulders to steady herself when the pressure began building low in her belly
“Stopped you running though,” he muttered, kissing her again, and Selina whined against his mouth when he stopped fingering her.
“You sure about that?” She said, and his eyes narrowed at her, filling her with delicious, nervous excitement.
Wrenching off his cape, V flung it onto the cooling unit behind them, and crowded her back up against it.
“Up,” he commanded, but then didn’t wait for her to comply – he hauled her onto it instead, moving so fast that he knocked her legs open before she even got the chance to spread them for him.
Watching him fumble with his flies, Selina wriggled closer to the edge and braced her feet on it to tilt her hips forward even more, her eyes fixed between them when he pulled his dick out.
It looked huge when he notched it into her cunt, and Selina flinched at the first thrust, making a reedy little noise of protest. V growled, but changed it up, palming her upper thighs, thumbs sliding between her legs to open up her cunt, slide across her clit while he worked in deeper.
“Jesus, you’re so tight tonight,” he said, sounding frustrated and pleased all at once.
V shifted, and the dim light between them disappeared. She couldn’t see what was happening, but she felt it – gasping harder with each wide inch that disappeared inside her – and she couldn’t see his face, but could hear the effort to hold himself back in the harsh way he was breathing through his nose.
Finally he wrapped his arm around her, palming her ass and letting out a harsh grunt when he jerked her forward to meet his final thrust. Breath skittered from her lungs, knees spasming against his sides when they were flush together at last. Selina flung her arm around his neck, whimpering something about a kiss and then his tongue was in her mouth.
“There you go,” he muttered in between messy, slick kisses and Selina trembled, squeezing around his cock.
It had been too long, she had forgotten just how good it was to have him inside, how he made her feel so full that she thought she was going to lose her mind. He rocked his hips again, barely pulling out before he pushed back in and Selina’s brows knitted, mouth quivering against his.
“V,” she whispered, biting at his lower lip. “Please...”
Another kiss, forceful, eager, and then he pushed her back down, chasing after her to lick over her nipples when he began fucking her properly. Hiccupping little moans were forced out of her with each snap of his hips while her hands scrambled across the bulk of his armored suit.
She whined, angling her hips up to meet the grinding surge of his movements, fingers curling into an unoccupied carabiner to brace for impact.
V hoisted his arm under the bend of her knees, forcing them back towards her shoulders. She was absolutely flooding his cock now, the noise of him fucking into her lascivious and slick. Moaning she grabbed at his shoulder, hiding her face against his chest when he started ramming up against a spot that had her hurtling towards the finish line with lethal precision.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized she was babbling, pleading with him to make her come, telling him how good it felt, how big his cock was, how wet he made her.
With a snarl, V pulled out and she let out a cry of protest, feeling her orgasm slip back out of range. He was clutching onto his dick, and she realized he was hanging on by a thread too. He all but fell to his knees in front of her, and pushed forward, his face between her legs, tongue a slick rasp across swollen cunt.
“Oh shit,” she gasped.
Her hands slipped across his cowled head, finding no purchase on the smooth leather, but she didn’t have to steer him – soft lips enveloped her clit, then sucking, and she was tumbling over the edge fast, pulsing under his mouth, clamping down on nothing
Not for long though, she was still coming, sharp, heaving clenches when he got to his feet again and turned her over, pulling on her hip when he pushed back inside her and let her shudder apart on his cock.
“Ready for more?”
Her fucked-silly thoughts managed a weak there’s more?, before he started back up. Selina wriggled under him, too much adrenaline to keep still. With a grunt, V grabbed a hold of her arm and pinned it at the small of her back, keeping her in place as his cock ruthlessly worked through her aftershocks until she was whimpering and overwhelmed. Her free hand clutched onto the fabric of his cape beneath her, trying to relax.
Suddenly he let go of her arm, only to fall over her, his own arm bracing his weight over her head, and Selina whimpered, grabbing onto it for purchase when he buried himself deep, grinding down until she hissed with oversensitivity. Like he was trying to meld them together.
“Come on, kitten,” he groaned, mouth pressed against her slick neck where her damp hair curled over her ear. “You can do it again.”
His other hand slipped between her legs, sliding over her swollen clit. Her leg jerked at the sensation whirring through her body, almost too sharp to stand it.
“Be good for me, huh?” he panted, and the gentle way he was speaking and nuzzling against her skin was so at odds with the ruthless way he was fucking her, driving into her hard. “My sweet, good girl coming on my cock.”
When she did come again – his thrusts had lost all rhythm, fingers sloppy on her clit – it almost hurt, how hard she clenched up. Like her body wanted to squeeze his cock tighter, but he was too big to do it properly. Selina let out a sob, and then he was coming too, wrapping both arms around her, trying to work himself deeper as shuddered on top of her, unintelligible noise in her ear.
The metal casing beneath her was digging into the top of her thighs as V slumped over her. She resisted the urge to shift under him - she didn’t want to stop him from pressing soft, lingering kisses to her shoulders and neck as his dick rested snug inside her, but finally she had to, feeling the deep bruising forming by the second.
“V, I…” she croaked. “I… You’re crushing me.”
He eased off immediately, cock slipping out at the same time, and Selina felt a tug in her chest – perhaps she wanted to meld them together too.
“You okay?” He said, voice sounding as wrecked as her own.
“Not sure I can walk,” she said as she pushed off the metal case, her knees weak when she got to her feet and braced her hands in front of her. “But yeah.”
Looking over her shoulder, she almost laughed at the sight of him, the big bad Batman with his dick out. Clearly sensing where she was looking, he tugged it back in his boxers.
“You got a tissue or something in one of your million pockets?” she asked feeling the trickle of his come down her already slick thighs.
He didn’t, but he had a proper handkerchief like an old-timey gentleman, crisp and luxurious, and if she hadn’t already been convinced his civilian persona was rich that would have done it.
When she stuck it between her legs, he was still staring at her. Selina raised her brows at him, but despite the blush in his cheeks, he didn’t look away. It was a show of will to not feel at least a little shy when she wiped off her thighs before wobbling a few steps forward and shoved it back into one of his pockets.
Before she could say anything snide, he cupped her face with both hands and kissed her again, slow and forceful, easily making her melt against him. This was the way it should always be, the two of them on the same page, not at odds.
Selina fumbled with the zipper at his torso, pulled it open, feeling the heat rising from below and slipped her hand in. His skin was damp under her fingers, stomach hollowing shakily with his breath when she stroked it. She longed to feel him in the dark again, all of his skin, the pounding of his heart, but then she wouldn’t see his eyes, the freakish intensity he watched her with when she wiped off his attempts at dominance. There was no hope of getting both as long as they were on opposite sides of the law.
With a huff he hoisted her up and grabbed the cape, spreading it across the concrete roof next to the scatter of her own costume and settled down next to her.
“I should steal stuff out from under you more often,” she said, aiming for casual as she looked up at the night sky, a lone star blinking through the cloud cover.
“Or you could try calling,” he said, voice gruff, and she turned her head to see him fiddling with the pouch of diamonds – she hadn’t even seen him go through her suit, though she supposed the deal was the deal - he had made her come extravagantly.
Stretching her arms over her head, she watched his lashes flutter, gaze drawn back to her form, the arch of her back, the curve of her breasts when she shivered as the sweat cooled on her body. The satisfied flush of her face.
“Where would the fun be in that, baby?”
“The chase, huh?” He grabbed the edge of his cape, used it to pull her against his side, shielding her against the chill of the night.
His eyes had gone soft underneath the mask, and something painful twisted in her chest at the way he looked at her, the not quite smile on his talented mouth.
“Yeah…” She reached out and grabbed his hand, suddenly feeling sincere as she pulled it to her skin, coaxing his fingers to spread across her bare belly, take up as much space on her body as possible. “Catching up too.”