Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]
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				Title: <strong>Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>29-01-2010, 12:08:03</strong>
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				It was one of those days where you questioned getting up in the morning. Nothing had gone right from the start, and now it was only ending badly. Samantha grunted softly, the air restricted in her throat as she rocked up to her toes in an attempt to give herself that extra height she needed. The Joker’s hold was brutal, his arm bruising the skin around her throat as she rocked unsteadily, back arched, seeking the balance that might save her from choking herself. The blood flow was already constricted and making her light headed, gray dots threatening to make themselves known while the man laughed behind her.<br><br>Apparently, he found this situation amusing. Sam didn’t see the humor in it, she was just hoping for a burst of clean breath. It didn’t look like it would easily come, and the Joker had his mind elsewhere, eyes sweeping the mess of the room. “So listen, this is what’s going to happen.” Sam stumbled as the taller man began to walk, unable to find the right footing as Joker moved away from their previous place by the wall, and closer to the center of the room. “You get to save Stevie! You just, you know, need to hurry because, well I’m no doctor, but that guy looks like he’s about ready to croak.”<br><br>‘Stevie’ was lying awkwardly on the ground before her, with three rounds punched in his forehead. He was like that when Sam and Sean arrived, the call for an ambulance had been nothing more than a sick prank, and now the two paramedics were paying for it. Sean was unconscious on the floor, bleeding from the cut in her forehead where one of the Joker’s henchmen bashed him with the butt of his gun. Sam recognized the Krav Maga style the masked goon had used, even if it was sloppily done.<br><br>Her pale blue eyes drifted away from the corpse, to that of few men still lying on the ground. She had surprised even herself with how fast she had reacted and moved. Sam was a lover, not a fighter, but when the threat presented itself she hadn’t hesitated. The woman disabled three men into an unconscious state; pittance for what they had done to her partner. Sam’s foot still ached from where she had kicked one of the men across the face, knocking a tooth free in the process. She hadn’t reacted fast enough when it came to the Joker, and now the man seemed content to slowly strangle her as he mocked her and talked.<br><br>“I’ve got bad news for you, toots. But that tardiness of yours? It’s probably made your chances of saving this ol’ chum a lot slimmer.”&nbsp; He was already dead. A hand, desperate to free herself, clung to the Joker’s arm as if she were able to ease the pressure at her throat or even pull it away. Her efforts received no such luck, and so remained half hung as the other was twisted painful behind her back as if they were in some backward dance, mid-twist in some sort of tango. The gray dots were growing worse now, and Sam was afraid that she was going to quickly follow the same fate as her partner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 18:49:55</strong>
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				The Joker's laughter filled the room, and echoed beyond it, outside the windows to the small ledge where the Batman crouched.&nbsp; His face twisted in anger.&nbsp; Already, the madman had killed one person, and was now threatening yet another.&nbsp; The stranglehold he had on the woman was quickly cutting off her air supply, and Batman knew it was only a matter of time before he didn't give her the chance to breathe, or decided to end it, and put a bullet hole in her temple.<br><br>Gotham had already lost one citizen tonight.&nbsp; There would be no more.<br><br>With an explosion of glass, the Caped Crusader burst into the room, his right arm leading.&nbsp; The thin metallic batarang sang through the air just as the Joker turned, its trajectory directed toward the gun in the lunatic's free hand.&nbsp; It sank into his flesh, triggering a nerve ending and a muscle spasm.&nbsp; The weapon fired as the Joker's trigger finger involuntarily depressed the trigger, and the bullet shot harmlessly into the air, out the window to bury itself into the concrete building across the street.&nbsp; Before the lunatic had time for another shot, the Batman was on him, one hand pulling the helpless EMT away from his grip while the other slammed into the Joker's face, breaking his nose in a vicious punch to his sinuses.<br><br>The madman staggered back, blinded by the pain of his broken nose and the sting in his right hand.&nbsp; The batarang had embedded itself into his flesh, its edge stained with blood.&nbsp; The Joker howled in pain and outrage, and when his eyes opened, glaring his murderous intent at the Dark Knight, they soon quickly shut once more.&nbsp; The Batman wasted no time with one of his deadliest enemies.&nbsp; To prolong the battle would only cause more chaos, more devastation, and there was no way he was going to allow it to happen.<br><br>Another powerful blow knocked the madman back, sending him reeling, an arch of blood trailing from his mouth as he collapsed onto the hardwood floor.&nbsp; The Batman watched him fall, his body only losing its coiled tension when the madman failed to move, to rise back up, like a demon to torment the Dark Knight.&nbsp; When he didn't, the Batman turned, his gaze falling on Samantha, and softening slightly when he saw the body of what had to be her partner.<br><br>"I'm sorry..." he said, his voice quiet but firm.&nbsp; He said no more, but he knelt next to her, offering her a hand to help her up.&nbsp; He was surprised that she had lasted so long, especially with a lunatic like the Joker.&nbsp; The madman had killed hundreds in his war of chaos and insanity on the streets of Gotham, and it was only the Batman who could stop him.&nbsp; The press spread rumors that the Batman and the Joker were in cahoots, even unknowingly, that it was insane criminals like the Joker that flocked to Gotham, simply because of the esoteric nature of the Dark Knight.&nbsp; The fact that so many thought his presence responsible for creating the lunatics he faced had made him think of retiring, but ultimately, he knew he could not.&nbsp; The lives he saved mattered more to him than public opinion, and as long as he kept fighting the good fight, he would rest easy when the war was over.<br><br>So it was, lost in his own thoughts and concern for Amanda, that the Batman didn't realize the Joker wasn't down for the count.&nbsp; The madman rose, lifting his gun, aiming it for the back of his head.&nbsp; The thin, looming shadow the madman cast over him was enough of a warning, and in but a split second, he turned, a low kick aimed at the Joker's midsection sending the madman flying backwards into the wall, hard enough to crack his ribs and put him down for good.&nbsp; But in that split second, the Joker had enough time to react as well, his finger depressing the trigger, the shot ringing out, making Batman's ears ring.&nbsp; The bullet was kicked just slightly off target, but the Batman hadn't been fast enough.&nbsp; The .44 caliber round just nicked his temple, scraping against his flesh as it tore into the wall to his right.&nbsp; The impact wasn't lethal, but enough to knock him back to collapse heavily onto the floor.&nbsp; <br><br>His vision began to fade as blood poured from the wound, staining his mask and the floor beside him.&nbsp; He mouthed some denial of it, that it couldn't end this way, that he was not yet done.&nbsp; He had no idea of knowing the shot wasn't lethal, only that he had been shot, that his ultimate nemesis, the antithesis to everything he was, had finally gotten the better of him.&nbsp; Struggling to stay conscious, fighting to deny failure, unable to admit defeat, the Batman tried to sit up, but as soon as he did, he collapsed again, this time, falling into unconsciousness.<br><br>It seemed, to the untrained eye, that the Batman was dead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>30-01-2010, 20:38:33</strong>
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				Sam didn’t know where the explosion of glass came from, just that the gun had gone off as the Joker tried spinning them to face it. The only response that seemed proper at the time was to yelp, which the small woman managed, painfully, as air returned to her lungs and that bruising grip was suddenly released. Shadows manifested into a solid shape, fisting into the navy uniform of her shirt, and pulled her free from the mad clown’s grasps.<br><br>She dropped to the floor, sliding across the broken glass and stopped when she smacked into the body of the dead man. Her throat ached, her chest heaved, and it was all she could do to lay there gasping for oxygen, watching the violence break out through a foggy haze. Just a few weeks living in Gotham has shown her some crazy things, but this was the first time she had seen the Batman. He moved like a wraith, seemed to spawn the blood to spray free with gestures of his hand. It was clear now, why some people didn’t think he was human.<br><br>Sam swallowed, pushing herself away from the cooling corpse as the fight already ended. The Joker dropped as if someone had cut the strings from the marionette, unmoving and splayed. It had all happened so quickly, and now that rich voice was directed towards her as the Batman knelt inches away, helping her to stand. Both legs were unsteady, and she kept her free hand pressed against her throat, but other than an assortment of cuts and bruises, the medic was unharmed. “Thank you…”<br><br>She was small. The woman stood a solid five foot five and weighed a hundred and twenty bounds when fully clothed and sopping wet. Her features were often called fae-like in appearance, and while her muscles were lean and toned beneath the uniform she wore, the woman was far from threatening. When she was wavering in the arms of Batman, she hadn’t a chance to see the Joker move, and so only yelped once again as the Batman reacted. Like a whip, his leg cracked in the air, smashing into the Joker. The same instant later, the revolver discharged, and she was the only one left standing and between the two.<br><br>Sam rushed over to the sprawled body of her rescuer, watching him struggle, the blood trickling through his mask and oozing over the edges where it met air. “Hold still,” she warned, pressing her hands down on the chest while he struggled to sit upright. His body was thinking the same thing, and soon he collapsed. “Shit…”<br><br>A flick of her eyes over her shoulder showed her that the Joker was still out. But Sam didn’t want to take any chances, as so left Batman’s side only long enough to recover the gun and bring the object back with her. She didn’t like the weight of it in her hand, the shape, the promise of the deadly bullet, but if the medic had to use it to keep them safe then she would. But now she was faced with an entirely different problem, one she wasn’t exactly certain how to treat.<br><br>Batman was unconscious, but alive, and bleeding. Head wounds always bled more than the others, but with his cowl Sam wasn’t able to see if there would be spilling brain matter filling the cowl as well as that crimson pool. She started with the chest plates, seeking their clasps so that she could free the weight on the man’s chest and improve his breathing. Pieces were freed, but not all of it. The woman kneeled beside his chest, speaking softly so that if the man could hear her, he’d have an idea of what’s going on. “You’re bleeding a lot. I… I’ve got to take a look under your cowl, uh, Batman.” Did she really just say that?<br><br>Sam bit her lower lip, twisting it between her teeth as she sighed through her nose. She was wasting time and lowering his chances the longer she waited. “I can’t believe I’m doing this…” She sounded exasperated, shocked, even appalled at herself. But the woman did just that, tucking her fingers under the edges of his cowl, and pushed it back as carefully as it would allow her to. She stopped part way, hands moving to the buttons of her shirt, quickly freeing herself from the top of her uniform so that she was kneeling there in a cami and navy slacks. She used the shirt to drape over his head, and then carefully pulled the rest of the cowl off.<br><br>It was tempting, so damn tempting, but she didn’t look. Not at the face anyways. Sam kneeled closer to his head, hand on his forehead between cloth and flesh so that if he was aware at all, he’d know he was still covered. A graze, but there was still a chance of swelling in- “Sam?”<br><br>The woman jumped, gasping as she looked over to where Sean was climbing to his hands and knees. There was blood trickling down the side of his face, and he was squinting, but alive. “He’s hurt; call in dispatch, we’ve got to secure the Joker and get this man to a hospital. Kick me over the bag.”<br><br>Sean wasn’t a man who hesitated, and while his head had to be pounding, he made his way over to their bag of supplies and stumbled over to Sam with it. “You can’t… just take him to a hospital.”<br><br>“Why the hell not?” She pulled the bag open, drawing out a bottle of saline. She used this to clean the bloody smear at the side of his head; a point that Sean wasn’t able to see. <br><br>“Christ… Christ! Sam, did you…?” She grunted in response, focusing on her task and carefully blotting the wound with a clean swab of gauze. “Do you have any idea how much shit you’re in right now?”<br><br>“Hippocratic Oath, remember that?”<br><br>“Taking it a little above and beyond, aren’t you? Sam that man will kill you for this.”<br><br>“Shut up, Sean, and call dispatch! I’ll… deal with that crap later.”<br><br>“They’ll arrest him, Sam.”<br><br>Oh, right… Normally, Samantha allowed the police to do as they were supposed to do. But here in Gotham, things were different. It left Sam feeling sick, and her eyes flicked to the man’s face, hidden behind her shirt. They’d arrest him for saving her life? For taking a bullet that was partially her fault for getting? That wasn’t fair… She didn’t know the crimes of this man, and wouldn’t pretend to. But… She shook her head. “I have another idea…”<br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>“You’re a damn fool.” Sean hissed as he took most of the man’s weight over his shoulders. He was forced to fireman carry Batman, Sam was too short to share the weight of him herself, so that left her with the heavy bag of supplies ‘borrowed’ from their ambulance, and the pieces of Batman’s suit. Luckily, at this hour, everyone was asleep, and while she had a nice apartment, they hadn’t invested in security cameras. Sam hurried ahead, helping Sean when she could, until they spilled into her living room, the door closing and locking behind. “You better not tell a soul I’m helping you do this, this is crazy! You’re going to get killed!” More of these mutterings left her partner’s mouth as she pointed him towards the bedroom. The two of them eased the man down on Sam’s bed, shirt still over his face, before Sean moved out of the room; he obviously felt no desire to linger to make sure that the man who had saved them was okay.<br><br>“Sean, wait!”<br><br>“That’s all the help you’ll be getting from me, Sam, and I’ll deny everything if this gets out.”<br><br>“It won’t! I’m just patching him up, then he’ll be on his way, end of story!”<br><br>“You really think it would be that simple?”<br><br>“He saved our lives, it’s the least we could do.”<br><br>“And you took off his mask. Men wear masks because they’re hiding something. Do you really think he’d over look that little detail because you’re feeling noble and altruistic? He wants to help the city, and so do you; but there are boundaries, and you just crossed the line.” He stormed towards the door, and stepped out.<br><br>So that left her alone with Batman. Sam winced now, knowing that Sean was right, but… well, she’ll take the consequences. They were worth keeping him alive. With that thought, she locked up behind Sean, and returned to the bedroom. The lights were turned on, the bag of supplies were brought to the bed; and it was here that finished nursing Batman's wound. The cloth over his face was just barely clinging to his features, a turn of his head would release him; but Sam was too intent on the wound to pay much attention to that detail yet.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 07:12:55</strong>
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				Lost in unconsciousness, his body in shock from his wound, the Batman dreamed, and they were dreams that were filled with horror.&nbsp; They crept into his subconscious slowly, like tiny poisonous snakes eager to devour him before he could ever awaken again.&nbsp; Suddenly, he was ten years old again, in Crime Alley, leaving the movie theater with his parents.&nbsp; He had begged them to leave the show they'd been watching.&nbsp; The images of the black and white bats on the screen had terrified him, their long toothy grins frightening the poor lad into begging his folks to take him home.&nbsp; Then, while his father tried to comfort him, leading him through the back alley, a dark, looming figure emerged at the opposite end.&nbsp; Words were exchanged, angry curses and muffled shouts of warning, before the booming echo of a cannon sounded, and his entire world exploded into a spray of blood and grief and the pearls from his mother's necklace.<br><br>Then, his dreams took him to the horrible moment when he discovered the body of Jason Todd, the second Robin to act as his sidekick.&nbsp; The boy had been cocky, over confident in his abilities, and had paid the ultimate price for them.&nbsp; He had faced the Joker alone, and had been ambushed, the madman easily overtaking him.&nbsp; The boy's beaten and bloodied face stared up lifelessly at Batman, saying nothing but accusing him nonetheless.&nbsp; The bloody crowbar, the murder weapon that had beaten the life from the young boy, had been left behind, and seemed to taunt him as Batman cried out in protest and disbeleif.&nbsp; And then, the Joker was upon him, his large maniacal grin rising before him like a wall of razor sharp fangs.&nbsp; The image swirled and blended, until it was a large vampiric bat, wings stretched wide to block the sun while an insane laughter filled his ears.<br><br>The Batman began to toss and turn, heedless of Samantha's work in stitching his wound.&nbsp; He had no idea where he was at that moment, or that his mask was no longer protecting his identity.&nbsp; The flimsy shirt that covered his features fell to the floor beside the bed, revealing his face, his charming good looks twisted by pain and the fear of the dreams that tormented him.&nbsp; Suddenly, while Samantha loomed over him, he awoke, his eyes wide with fever and still mad with dreams.&nbsp; His hand shot out, clutching her wrist, thinking her his enemy.<br><br>"Joker!" he cried, his fingers tightening their grip on her arm.&nbsp; The strength quickly faded however, falling from him as he fell back into his fever induced dreams, his arm quickly falling limp to his chest.&nbsp; Once more, he was lost in his nightmares, unaware of who he had attacked, or that she had saved his life.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>31-01-2010, 08:11:13</strong>
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				Samantha was smart. Growing up she received the highest education, excelling in all levels, but especially in biology and art. When she graduated from high school, the young woman went to Stanford University to become a doctor. She was the youngest in her classes, amongst those with the highest grades, and showed such promise. There was no denial that she would be great like her father had been.<br><br>However, things changed. The death of her two brothers had been hard enough; growing up lonely and frightened to turn sixteen, the ages they had been killed. When she reached the age herself, instead of meeting with the Reaper, it had been her father. Sixteen was an unlucky number for her. But she wasn’t utterly alone; Samantha’s mother, Isabella Adams, was still alive. The woman was the highest paid actress in the states, with her beautiful face so like Sam’s, plastered on every billboard and featured in so many movies there wasn’t a soul who <em>didn’t</em> know who she was.<br><br>It felt like repetition. One morning while at the University, Sam woke up and realized that, while she knew she could make a damn good doctor… she was afraid to. Condolences were found where she had been working as an EMT in San Diego, a job she didn’t take for money, rather experience. There was so much to do on the front lines, so much good her skills could lend. At twenty one, she took and passed the Paramedic’s test, and got her license. Several months later, days before her twenty second birthday, she found herself in Gotham City, nursing a vigilante, and risking it all just because she felt that this man was capable of more good than even she could provide.<br><br>It was foolish. Just as Sean had said.<br><br>Perhaps that was why Sam found comfort in her task; this could very well be the last moments of her career, blown away completely if anyone were to find out what she was doing. Her fingers were stained with his blood, her face calm while her pale blue eyes, spoke of patient serenity. There was no risk to the man’s life, her intentions were altruistic.<br><br>So when Batman began to grow restless, moaning as he began to wake from his dreams, Sam shushed him, making comforting sounds as clever fingers tied off the last of his stitches. “It’s alright,” she reasoned, voice calm. “You’re alright. Don’t move too-.“ His eyes snapped open, wide, terrified, and she suddenly found her wrist caught within his grasp. Bones bruised, a shocked whimper left her throat, pain overwhelmed calm as her eyes stung with tears. He was strong, clearly she would never be any match for the older man.<br><br>But the greatest shock was the sudden exposure of that familiar, handsome face.<br><br>The feeling wasn’t quite what she expected. Sam assumed that there should have been a sense of honor, pride, but when they were looking at one another, eyes locked, all she could feel at that moment was the bone chilling fear. The woman didn’t have a single intention of finding out, but it had been his own thrashings that removed the cloth and exposed Bruce Wayne to the city’s newest inhabitant.<br><br>*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;*<br><br>Sam allowed the man to sleep. She did what she could with the gash on his head and bandaged the stitches so that they wouldn’t irritate. She washed his face of blood, covered him with her blankets, and found herself looking forward to leaving him alone. All the supplies she had gathered from the ambulance were returned to the bag, and the woman stripped out of her uniform to take care of herself. She expected the Batman to be out for a while.<br><br>There was glass in her flesh; digging them out with tweezers wasn’t the most fun she'd ever had. Several pieces were piled on the soap dish, which was forming pink bubbles as it mixed with her blood. The wounds were washed and bandaged, and it wasn’t until she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, wearing her blood-splattered cami and boy-short panties that she was able to tend to her wrist. Already it was bruised from the man’s grip, and ached more than the cuts sprinkled across her body. She rinsed it in cool water, before twisting a wrap around it to contain the swelling.<br><br>Exhausted, and needing a little rest herself, Sam took the couch, draping the blanket over her toned form. A nap... just for an hour or so...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 17:20:52</strong>
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				Batman awoke, sitting upright as if startled from a dream.&nbsp; He looked around him, trying to get his bearings, uncertain of where he was.&nbsp; He groaned quietly as the pain in his head rushed to the wound he'd received, and his gloved hand lifted to the spot.&nbsp; He felt the bandages, and gingerly applied pressure to the area.&nbsp; He winced as he felt the stitches, and the sudden sting brought back the memory of what had happened.<br><br>He also suddenly realized that he was without his cowl.&nbsp; He turned, seeing it on the nightstand by the bed, and grabbed it, bringing it before him.&nbsp; He studied the cowl, and the tiny hole in the upper right temple where the bullet had ricocheted off his skull.&nbsp; It had been close, he realized.&nbsp; All because he failed to make certain that the Joker was down for the count.&nbsp; If only he had moved faster, with more conviction, this entire event never would have happened.<br><br>He stood, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.&nbsp; He stood, slowly, so as to keep the pain in his head to a minimum.&nbsp; His body ached from the previous night's fight, though he knew he could be a lot worse off.&nbsp; He could be dead.<br><br>Walking from the bedroom, he entered the small apartment's living room, and spotting the sleeping form on the couch.&nbsp; The young woman was the EMT that he'd rescued.&nbsp; She must have brought him back here after the fight to tend to his wounds, a good Samaritan.&nbsp; She believed in his cause, it seemed, but with her slight frame, there was no way she could have carried his bulk inside.&nbsp; She must have had help.&nbsp; How many others knew he was here?&nbsp; And more importantly, who else knew he was really Bruce Wayne?<br><br>He quickly donned the cowl, wincing again as the mask made contact with the bandaged wound, and then strode to the couch.&nbsp; He sat at one end, near her feet, and placed a hand on her arm.&nbsp; He shook her slightly to wake her, then waited for her to realize he was there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-02-2010, 19:29:10</strong>
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				Samantha never took up much room. When she slept there wasn’t a lot of moving around and even on the couch there was still plenty of room. Both of her legs were together, bent at the knees and nearly pressed against the backrest of the couch, level with her firm belly. One arm was chicken-winged to use as a pillow, and the other, her right, curled up against her chest with her hand near her face. Sam had pulled the blanket down and over her lap, and it remained tucked around her in a modest attempt to keep her warm.<br><br>The woman, truthfully, was exhausted. The last call with the Joker was supposed to be the last before she went home, ending the forty-eight hour spree. Sure, it wasn’t the longest she’s gone without sleep, but that didn’t take away the fact that it was taxing, and the last handful of hours had been especially grueling. So her ‘hour’ nap turned out to be longer than she anticipated, and while she was a light sleeper to begin with… the Batman, even injured, moved like a wraith.<br><br>The depression on the couch normally would have woken her. Sam hardly moved, the constant slow rise and fall of her chest was all there was. He sat, he touched her, and then she went so still it was as if he had turned her to stone. Well, except for statues didn’t have a pulse, and hers was racing so quickly she was almost certain that the man would either hear it or feel it trying to jump up and out of her body.<br><br>How long had she been sleeping? Pale blue eyes opened the next instant. She knew she was looking at the back of the couch but even then it was blurry and confusing as instincts, adrenaline and long practice chased fatigue away. There was no wrath in the shake; it wasn’t a full body, brain-disconnecting thrast… But she was still terrified.<br><br>Those pale blue eyes blinked before turning to Batman; his cowl was in place once again. He shouldn’t have done that. Slowly, Sam pushed herself to sit upright with her arms, the blanket banding around her hips and legs as if trying to protect her modesty. She swallowed, flicking her eyes away as a hand lifted to push fingers through her short locks, and then flicked back. “You… shouldn’t have put that back on…” She offered, voice soft and low, but she was pleased that there was no tremble within it. “The worst of the swelling hasn’t gone down…”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 06:33:06</strong>
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				"You shouldn't have removed it." he replied, before standing from the couch, and moving toward the window.&nbsp; He stared out into the Gotham night for a long moment, uncertain of what to say, his brooding countenance made only darker by the fact that this woman, this EMT who had risked her life to help him, had saved his life.&nbsp; He didn't like owing anyone anything.&nbsp; Certainly, even with his father's company, Wayne Enterprises, he did have to borrow funds in order to acquire properties or influence dealings, but the funds were always promptly returned, and within short order.&nbsp; Bruce Wayne was a man who stood on his own two feet in all of his dealings, and the Batman was the same, even in his dealings with the criminals who plagued his city.<br><br>"You saved my life." he said, breaking the silence that had begun to shroud the room like a funeral veil.&nbsp; "Why?&nbsp; To blackmail me with my secret identity?&nbsp; Someone will pay you quite handsomely for what you know..."&nbsp; He turned his gaze toward her, his dark eyes studying her, scrutinizing her.&nbsp; It was the same look that froze the blood in the hearts of the muggers and carjackers when he arrived to stop them, the look of a man who meant business.&nbsp; The Batman was a force of nature, a nightmare to anyone who thought to use violence to further their own gains.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 06:53:12</strong>
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				The woman feared him. That wasn’t supposed to happen with the protector the city, was it? Maybe Sean was right, and Sam was living those last few moments of her life before violence broke out and her last breath would shudder in her chest. Why not? When she was nine years old, her brother AJ picked her up at ballet practice. They were driving home, obeying the rules, and hit by a large red truck. The driver had been drunk, and died on impact. Their car rolled into a ditch and she was stuck there for three hours as her brother bled to death, whimpering until he went still. She had been covered with it by the time the medics pulled her free.<br><br>Thirteen. It was Samantha’s birthday; she was wearing a stupid pink dress with a silly bow in her hair and surrounded by kid celebrities she didn’t know or like. The police came to her door, told her mother and her father that her last brother, Brian, had been mugged while he was off touring college campuses. He was stabbed several times for his wallet; which held only thirty six dollars inside.<br><br>Eighteen. Just three years ago, Sam was attending Stanford College with every intention of becoming a doctor just like her father. It was a late night phone call that alerted her to his death; he was found dead in his office, strangled by a garrote wire. The case went unsolved, leaving the woman alone with a movie star mother who absorbed fame and attention as if they were the only things keeping her alive. Her face was plastered on every billboard, TV screen and magazine cover on the market. Sam hid away, moved far from sunny San Diego to the frigid streets of Gotham. She had hoped to lose herself from it all… she didn’t like attention; she never craved to stand in the spotlight…<br><br>Sam swallowed, watching him walk towards the window, and slowly eased from the couch, paying no heed to the fact that she was only wearing little. “If I didn’t remove your mask, then you would probably have died.” Her guts twisted, and a chill eased into her bones. Timidly she stepped forward, but didn’t move far from the couch. “I… had your face covered. I had no intentions of looking. But when I was stitching up your wound… you woke up and…” She shrugged, because he would know what she meant. She found herself chewing her lower lip carefully, unable to move as he turned that look on her.<br><br>Sam stopped breathing a moment, felt very much like a hair being stared down by a wolf. But she only flinched, and didn’t back down. Instead, anger was boiling in her… It wasn’t like that. Not at all. “Get off your pedestal, Spook! I saved your damn life because it’s my job, I have no desire for money.” She had 16 million currently sitting in her bank account, collecting dust. Inheritance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 07:05:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				When her voice raised, his fists clenched together, and his stare continued to bore into her.&nbsp; Many had cowered before his very image alone, but she was obviously of tougher stock.&nbsp; She would not be intimidated, it seemed.&nbsp; When she explained herself, he glanced down at her wrist, the foggy memory of his short time awake coming back to him.&nbsp; He had clutched at her wrist hard enough to break it, had he wanted, and now, seeing the bandaged appendage, he felt shameful, and full of guilt.&nbsp; His fists slowly unclenched, and he straightened, looking back out the window once more.&nbsp; It was a long time before he spoke again, but when he did, his voice was softer, but had not lost that menacing baritone that was very clearly the voice of a man who took his extracurricular activities very seriously.<br><br>"I'm sorry..." he said.&nbsp; "For your wrist.&nbsp; You saved my life.&nbsp; Thank you for that.&nbsp; How did you manage to carry me here?&nbsp; Did you have help?&nbsp; You must understand...if my identity is revealed, it will make things harder for me.&nbsp; It won't stop me.&nbsp; My mission is too important for that.&nbsp; But having everyone know the true identity of the Batman will hinder me in ways I'd rather avoid.&nbsp; Please, if anyone else knows, you must tell me.&nbsp; For their own sake as well as mine."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>05-02-2010, 07:16:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The small woman remained tense, standing there with a rigid spine. Truth be told, if she thought she could walk she would have backed up; but her knees were feeling weak, and she knew as soon as she tried she’d only collapse or stumble or appear weak and she didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. Could he hear her heart from all the way over there? It was pounding against her throat, her chest, her tongue, but the man continued to stare out the window.<br><br>A long time passed; was he deciding her fate?&nbsp; But then Batman apologized, and all of her thoughts derailed. Slowly her brows furrowed, and then as he turned that gaze on her once more Sam was forced to swallow a second time. Finally she broke his gaze, shaking her head in answer.<br><br>“No. I promise you that… My partner Sean; the man that was unconscious when you saved us… he carried you up but I made certain that your face was wrapped up in my shirt. No one knows who you are,” except her, and that was by accident, “and I have no intention or desire to change that.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 05:21:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Batman sighed, hearing her words.&nbsp; At least one other was privy to the fact that he'd been brought here.&nbsp; While he wasn't certain he could trust her, she was beginning to wear on his resolve.&nbsp; He found himself liking her, and even admiring her for her bravery.&nbsp; Not many in Gotham had faced the Joker, much less lived to tell about it.&nbsp; Moreso, those that had survived wouldn't think twice about stealing his secret and exposing him, all in the hope that the madmen who flocked to Gotham because of his presence would leave and never return.&nbsp; No, she was quite different, and that fact both scared and delighted him.<br><br>"What now?" he asked, reaching up to pull the cowl away.&nbsp; He winced as the rough kevlar material scraped over his bandaged wound, and staggered slightly from the blinding pain that shot across his forehead.&nbsp; He caught himself on the windowsill, and forced himself to breathe, to stay conscious.&nbsp; The bandages were already soaked with his blood, and a small droplet cascaded to his face, only to drop from his jaw and land on his boot.&nbsp; He stared at it quietly, using it to help himself focus.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 05:59:10</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Through Sam’s uncertainty, her fear, caution, she found herself padding barefoot across the carpet of her living room to the hardwood floors where he stood. The wood was cool against her bare feet, but it chased away the lingering haze behind her eyes due to her exhaustion. She was fully awake by the time he pulled his cowl off, and slender fingers reached out before gabbing his arm and chest, offering what support she could as he wavered on his feet.<br><br>“I’ll make some tea,” She spoke softly, while directing him towards the table so that he could sit in the chair. Sam used one of her hands to quickly scoop it close to him, and eased the large man down to sit. He was only a few inches shorter than her now, making it easier this time to take a look at his exposed face. But she had eyes only for the wound, which was bleeding again. Sam looked around for a moment, looking for a cloth or bandage to stop the bleeding with. Nothing clean in sight, and her bag was in her room.<br><br>Sam pulled the silk cami over her head, standing there in her bra and boy shorts without a blush; thankfully the task kept her too busy to worry about her modesty. Sam folded the shirt to a medium sized square, gently pressing it to the side of his head. She wasn’t alarmed at the sight, though she sighed softly, doing her best to keep from chiding him. This was exactly why he shouldn’t have placed his cowl back on.<br><br>“I make tea,” she repeated, “you rest; give these stitches some time to set, and then we work on getting you home.” A graceful shrug of her shoulders followed after her statement, and Sam stepped a little closer. “You’ve lost a lot of blood, fluids and food will do you good. If you’re feeling up to it I can make something for you?” Otherwise? Sam would stand there until the wound stopped bleeding, wash her hands, and then pull some clothes back on.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:06:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite his better nature, he was unable to avoid the temptation to gaze at her firm breasts when she removed her shirt.&nbsp; The pain in his head was nearly blinding, but the sight of her in nothing but her bra and shorts helped to clear his vision, to anchor him to the here and now.&nbsp; He winced as she pressed the folded shirt to his wound, and slowly lifted his hand to hold it in place.&nbsp; He nodded slowly, and then suddenly wished he hadn't when the pain once more spread across his temple.<br><br>"Food...would be good..." he managed to stammer in reply.&nbsp; "I haven't eaten for two days."&nbsp; Alfred normally prepared his meals, and while the man was a tremendously talented chef, the latest case he'd been on had kept him too preoccupied in his detective work to even think about eating.&nbsp; Sleeping had also been scratched off the list, and he had been doing well enough without it before being struck unconscious by the Joker's stray bullet.&nbsp; The few hours of sleep he'd had while he'd been out had been the only rest he had taken in over 48 hours, and with it, his mind had cleared, if only slightly.<br><br>"What is your name?" he asked, suddenly remembering that he hadn't bothered to ask yet.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:17:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam wanted to chide… but once again she could relate. When Batman’s hand was on the shirt, she carefully slipped her fingers out from under his, allowing him a complete hold, before stepping away, and towards the kitchen sink. “Protein it is then.” In an attempt to light the mood, her lips twitched their attempt at a smirk. Maybe if he knew her better he would know that it was a rare thing, her smile. Now it just seemed like a sad, pathetic attempt. “To think the guardian of this city would take better care of himself?”<br><br>She meant it in good humor, and set about washing her hands, water twisting pink down the drain. No lights were turned on in consideration to his concussion. They would only make his head ache, and it seemed the man was in enough pain as it was. She looked over her shoulder to him as she began to rinse the soap off of her hands and wrists. “Samantha… Sam Adams. You know… like the beer.” Another shrug and the water was turned off.<br><br>She shook her hands a couple times in the sink, still lacking a towel. The woman had only recently moved in, there was one unpacked box sitting in the corner where it wouldn’t be in anyone’s way. Knowing her luck the towels were in there. She needed to dress anyways, so she made her way to the room. “Uhm…” Sam paused, rubbing the back of her head with her bandaged wrist and looked at Batman. “Would… would you prefer if I called you Batman? Or… Mr. Wayne?”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:25:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Call me Bruce..." he said, closing his eyes as he held the impromptu bandage to his head.&nbsp; "I wish we had met under better circumstances, Sam.&nbsp; I really do."&nbsp; <br><br>He turned his gaze, letting it follow her out of the room.&nbsp; Maybe it was the concussion, but he found himself not wanting to take his eyes off of her.&nbsp; In his condition, the streets of Gotham would likely kill him, but he knew he would have to leave soon.&nbsp; Her hospitality would soon wain, and when it did, he would be seen as nothing more than nuisance once more, a man better kept at arm's length.&nbsp; It seemed that for all of those Gotham citizens who approved of what he did, an equal number hated him, and blamed him for bringing the nuts out of their hiding places to terrorize the streets.<br><br>"Wait...Samantha Adams?" he asked, realization dawning in his pain filled eyes.&nbsp; "Daughter of Hollywood starlet Isabella Adams?&nbsp; Ah, I see...I'm not the only one with a secret identity, it seems.&nbsp; I thought there was a resemblance, and now that I see it...well, your mother's movie star looks weren't lost on you, if you don't mind me saying."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:41:19</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She still felt as if she had violated the man. He was right; she wished they had met on better circumstances as well, stealing his secret felt wrong, and while she hadn’t intended to… she still did. “Bruce,” Sam said allowed, nodding as if that would make it sit a little more comfortable. Then, “for… what it’s worth, Bruce… I am sorry.”<br><br>She didn’t linger, Sam turned to step into her room; and immediately winced as the words came out of his mouth. Now, Sam felt sick. She frowned, looking distressed as she looked over to where Bruce sat on the chair, though she wasn’t certain if he could see her from his position. “Uh… yeah…” Again she rubbed the back of her neck, her heart accelerating, ticking harder in her chest, nervous. There was some shuffling as she stepped into a pair of jeans, sitting on the bed to pull socks on her feet. A shirt came next. “I know it’s nothing to compare to but…” Sam was in her doorway again, looking at Batman as she stepped in with the medical bag. “I’d appreciate that kept in the dark as well.”<br><br>She set the bag down on the table, zipping it open while clever fingers began to pull open a thick gauze bandage. This replaced the blood shirt, which she allowed to drop on the table, before she went to work removing the thick bloody ruin of the first bandage, and replaced it with a clean one.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:47:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Batman stayed still as she worked, trying to keep the smirk off his face as he studied her.&nbsp; She was ashamed of her secret life, it seemed.&nbsp; While he wasn't one to judge, he could certainly understand why.&nbsp; All too often the children of movie stars became nothing more than tabloid starlets, eating up the publicity with their wild antics and lewd behavior.&nbsp; Sam wanted nothing of it, it seemed, and had created a whole new identity for herself, far away from the spotlight of her mother's career.<br><br>"I won't tell anyone if you don't..." he said, his smirk fading.&nbsp; "I'm sorry for bringing it up.&nbsp; Sometimes my mind doesn't stop, and I work things out before I realize what I'm seeing.&nbsp; But we both have something to keep quiet, and I'm a lot more confident that I can trust you."&nbsp; His words were to the point and spoken without emotion.&nbsp; It seemed that even without the mask, the Batman remained implacable and stoic, and that Bruce Wayne was nothing more than a convenient mask to wear when it suited him.<br><br>"What made you come to Gotham, Sam?" he asked.&nbsp; "This city has a habit of chewing up and spitting out young women.."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 06:55:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam loved her mother; she was the only family she had left. But the woman said ‘I love you’ by surprising her with a film crew at her door, thinking that starting her own reality show was a marvelous idea. Sam winced with the memory, shaking her head slowly side to side in an attempt to push it away. Why was she here? Technically, this was the furthest she could get from her mom without needing a passport. Location was one reason. The other? Gotham was in distress, and she had hoped that with Gotham’s distress, she could forget about her own.<br><br>“I’m alone,” Sam answered a little blandly. “I… didn’t want to be a doctor, but I wanted to help people. So I became a paramedic. San Diego is nothing like this, and I knew I could do more… so I went where I’d be the most useful. And I’m not worried about Gotham’s handle on me.” Because Sam could endure, if anything was going to kill her, then it would be from her own past. The Adams were cursed, as the media claimed. Maybe they were? It seemed that every five years on the dot, someone died.<br><br>She finished up the bandage, gently tying it off before stepping back and moved over to the kitchen once more. Sam poured juice for Bruce in a cup; the natural sugars would help him recover from the blood loss, and he needed as many vitamins as he could get.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 07:05:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Its rare to find someone who cares enough to help..." he said, eying her while she finished bandaging his forehead.&nbsp; He took the juice and lifted it to his lips, drinking it slowly.&nbsp; It tasted good, and helped to wet his parched throat.&nbsp; It seemed like it had been an eternity since he'd been able to enjoy anything, either food or drink, and the simple pleasure of a cup of orange juice surprised him.&nbsp; Maybe his concussion was worse than he'd thought.<br><br>"You have a good heart, too.&nbsp; I can't think of too many who would be willing to help a total stranger.&nbsp; But what were you and your partner doing there?&nbsp; What was the Joker doing there with his gang?&nbsp; I can't help but think something else is going on, some plot that I fell into without any warning..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 07:13:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				For that? Sam really didn’t have an answer, just a brief explanation that would answer a small fraction of his question. What was she doing there? “We got a call about a victim at that location. When my partner and I arrived, the Joker shot the man in the forehead, and sent his goons on us.” She did well enough in defending herself; as well as Sean. But he got hit in the head and Sam tried to race to Sean to protect him. That was when she had been snatched by the Joker.<br><br>The memory left her a little sick now, but Sam shook it off with a shiver and huffed. “I don’t know –why- he did it… I’d expect for the fun of it. I mean the room was empty, the man who was killed was a tourist, and none of the hired hands rushed to secure anything.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 21:15:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Batman listened intently as she spoke, searching for any indication in her words that said just what the Joker was planning.&nbsp; The madman was an instrument of chaos, pure and unbridled, but he was a calculating genius as well, one with every angle covered and every eventuality figured out.&nbsp; Had there been no rhyme or reason to his latest outburst?&nbsp; Why did he have his entire crew with him?&nbsp; If the Joker was intent only on torturing and murdering innocent people, he surely would have done it alone, wouldn't he?<br><br>All that thinking was starting to make his head hurt.&nbsp; He grunted slightly and rubbed at his temple, trying to clear the residual ache of the gunshot.&nbsp; If he had reacted any later, had missed his chance to move even by a second, he would be dead instead of sitting in her kitchen apartment, drinking orange juice and trying to make pleasant conversation.&nbsp; It was definitely something to think about, he told himself, and the Joker could wait...at least for now.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you have a boyfriend I need to worry about?" he asked suddenly, a slight smirk pursing his lips.&nbsp; "I think he might get a little jealous if he comes home and the Batman is sitting in your kitchen."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 21:44:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Sam reached out, pressing a hand on Batman’s shoulder to offer him what comfort she could. If she could take the pain away and experience it herself instead, she would. If she had some miracle pill to make him better, Sam would give it to him. Instead she could provide the sense of touch, a comforting hand on his shoulder, cool fingers brushing across his brow, hoping to drive away some of that pain. Her voice was naturally soft and smooth, raised by an English mother though had no accent of her own, the sort of voice that belonged to a nurse or doctor, or, in Sam’s case, a paramedic.<br><br>“No.” There wasn’t anyone he needed to worry about, and as if to prove this she shook her head. But then she cracked that rare, infectious smile that turned her ice blue eyes sparkling and it began to illuminate her face. “Who wouldn’t be jealous to have <em>Batman</em> in their living room? Even if I had a –girlfriend- she’d be jealous.” And on that particular note… “Are you against removing that armor?” Sam lifted a brow as she looked at his face. “Your body needs to rest, and all that weight on you isn’t going to help.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 22:01:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Her touch was indeed comforting, and as he looked up at her, he caught her bright smile.&nbsp; It was a light in the darkness, one that chased away all the shadows in his mind, at least for now.&nbsp; He met her gaze, and held it, for a long moment, the two of them simply looking at one another as the seconds passed by. Then, she asked her question, and he shook his head.&nbsp; She'd already seen him without his cowl, and he felt as though he could trust her enough to remove more of the suit without worrying about her reaction.<br><br>He reached up and unclasped the long, dark cape from their shoulder connections.&nbsp; It fell the floor with but a whisper of sound.&nbsp; He left it there, then removed his gloves, the forearm gauntlets clanking on the table as he removed one, then the other.&nbsp; Then, moving carefully, he pulled the tight nomex mesh over his head, exposing his defined chest and abdomen.&nbsp; Thick hair clung to his chest and trailed down his stomach, and his arms were thick with muscle, the kind that shows years of intense physical endurance.&nbsp; Across his back and chest were numerous scars, trophies from his long life of fighting crime on the mean streets of Gotham.<br><br>"I think you just wanted to see me topless..." he said, grinning again.&nbsp; "You're not trying to seduce me, are you Samantha?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 22:18:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The human body was nothing new to her. She’s seen everything from a child to an old man who was losing to gravity, and everything in between. But… there was something about Bruce that made things tighten inside her body that Sam had never been aware of before. As Bruce was exposing the flesh beneath she was over whelmed with the image of her hands curling against his chest, trapped beneath the man as she gasped and writhed, controlled by his hands and the thrust of their hips. There was heavy panting, her mewling cries, and the heavy breathing of his mouth near her ear.<br><br>That got her blushing. Hard. But the man gave her an excuse with his comment, and the stumbling of her words just fit in. “S-Sam… “ She corrected, trying to lose the pink on her cheeks. “Just Sam, please… normally it’s only my mom that I allow to call me ‘Samantha’.” And… because she didn’t want to leave it there, Sam mumbled her response. “And I’m an ass girl, so you’re safe for now.” She picked the cape off of the ground, finding it to be heavier than it looked. She went about folding it and setting it on the counter with the rest of the gear.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 22:42:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce couldn't help but see the blush as it flared along her cheeks.&nbsp; He couldn't blame her, either.&nbsp; He had an impressive physique, albeit one riddled with the scars of knife wounds and bullets that had found their mark.&nbsp; The thick layers of interwound nomex and kevlar in his suit stopped a lot of fatal wounds from happening, but it wasn't perfect, and his body wasn't impervious to harm.&nbsp; He was human, the same as she, and though it would likely take a lot more than a lone bullet to finish him off, he was far from invulnerable.<br><br>"You're blushing, Sam..." he said, before taking another drink of his orange juice.&nbsp; He finished the glass with that last swallow, and stood, rising more steadily now that he'd had time to collect himself.&nbsp; The wound on his head still ached, but with it being properly bandaged once more, he was already beginning to feel better.&nbsp; He was still suffering from a concussion, however, and as he walked to place the glass in the sink, his legs wobbled slightly.&nbsp; He remained upright, but it was obvious that he wasn't fully mended.<br><br>"What's the matter?&nbsp; Never have a half naked vigilante in your kitchen before?"&nbsp; Now that he was growing more comfortable with her, he was also growing more charming, more like the Bruce Wayne persona that had worked so well for him in his daytime life.&nbsp; While he was well aware that Sam knew his secret life, he wasn't concerned any longer, save for a small lingering bit of trepadition at the thought of her having such intimate knowledge.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:01:56</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Damn it. Sam had hoped he wouldn’t have noticed, the room was only lit by the lights outside her window, but it was enough for her pale features. Working with firemen however helped in this situation. She was used to their crude humor and innuendos, so this playful banter was nothing in comparison. It was just the image that played out in her head that weakened her knees and excited her. Stupid, stupid Sam!<br><br>He shouldn’t be moving though, and Sam found herself following him a little ways, just in case that wobble in his knees became too much. “Oh, I get them all the time,” she was a fan of sarcasm, and allowed it to sit heavily on her tongue. “Every second Tuesday of the month we have toga parties and play beer pong. Just didn’t invite you because I thought you wore a one piece.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:12:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Despite himself, Bruce laughed at her comment.&nbsp; He leaned against the sink, his gaze meeting her own, his smile still playing on his face, as if reluctant to leave.&nbsp; He sensed a connection between them, a spark, something that could lead to more, despite the fact that they'd only just met.&nbsp; Perhaps it was the oddity of their circumstance, but he was unable to resist the effect she was having on him.&nbsp; At his waist, his body began to react to her, and where previously there had been a modest protrusion, now there was a growing and stirring bulge forming in reaction to her nearness to him.<br><br>"I doubt you meet many public enemies at your frat parties..." he replied, continuing their banter.&nbsp; While his words were spoken with levity, they carried the weight of public stigma.&nbsp; His allies on the Gotham Police Department were few and far between, and even those who worked with him still didn't fully trust him.&nbsp; But looking at her, he could see that she seemed to trust him, or at least beleive that he could protect her.&nbsp; He had saved her already, after all, and such a violent moment of losing control had an effect on people.&nbsp; "Do you ever take any of your toga boys home for dinner?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>09-02-2010, 23:32:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She’s met her fair share of villains. True, only one had an alter ego, which was the Joker from hours before. But the woman had scars. One was on her left shoulder, dangerously close to her heart; the first bullet. The second was low on her belly, the second bullet, which ruined any chances she might have had at starting a family. There were some from knives on her leg, one on her arm, but most had been shallow defensive wounds.<br><br>Sam moved to the fridge and inwardly winced when she pulled it open. She needed to go to the store… there wasn’t much of anything inside. Juice, milk, some grapes and condiments… Perhaps she should start taking better care of herself? The excuse of just moving in seemed to fail after two months of living in the city. Sam closed the door and wondered if it would be tacky if she called take-out. “Lucky you, you’re the first.”<br><br>Well… that could imply many things, and most of them were true. She hid the blush this time by grabbing a glass for herself, and moving over to the sink to fill it with water. “Make sure you cook up something fantastic to gloat about later to your Boyos when you go home. I want to start off on a good foot, after all.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 01:00:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I don't gloat..." he replied, and suddenly moved up behind her, almost too quickly to make a sound.&nbsp; His arms slid around her waist, and he pressed his body close to her own, savoring the scent of her.&nbsp; Their cat and mouse had been fun, but he wasn't able to continue any longer.&nbsp; He just had to feel her body close to his own, to feel the satiny embrace of her flesh against his.&nbsp; The very scent of her screamed woman, and he struggled to remember the last time he'd felt the gentle caress of a lover's hand.<br><br>Without saying another word, he pressed his lips to her neck and kissed her flesh, his strong arms holding her close to him.&nbsp; His hips pressed against her backside, the bulge in his pants pinning her between it and the sink.&nbsp; He was nearly overcome with desire for her, but he wasn't hurried in his movements.&nbsp; If she told him to back off, he would, but at that moment, after seeing the blush flare her cheeks, he doubted she would do that.<br><br>"Do you ever tire of being alone, Sam?" he asked, whispering into her ear, his hot breath dancing along her ear lobe.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>10-02-2010, 01:13:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Ohfuckingsonofabitch… It wasn’t an intelligent thought, but the moment she realized what was going on, it was the only stream of words that surfaced in her head. What was happening? His thick arm banded around her waist and Sam was very tightly pressed against that thick frame. She looked down at his arm, the thick band of muscles so easily encircling her tiny waste, and she felt almost child-like in comparison. He was at least ten years older than she, and while she didn’t have that feeling of… threat, she knew that if she really needed to fight against him, Sam didn’t stand a chance. Look at her wrist.<br><br>“Uh…” Another intelligent reply. She felt his lips and her stomach fluttered, followed quickly by her lashes as she wavered on her legs, gripping the sink to keep her upright. He was warm, chasing the chill from her body, and the rich rumble of his voice made her shiver. He made her feel simple, because in just a moment the man rendered Sam useless and unable to form a coherent thought. “I’m always alone…” She replied, licking her lips and swallowing. Sam dared herself to look up, tilting her chin to the side to glance his way, as if she wasn’t certain what she was going to find.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 18:56:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce said nothing in reply.&nbsp; When she turned, he pressed his lips to her own in a surprising kiss.&nbsp; She was sweet, the taste of her, and the way her slight frame seemed to tremble while pressed against his only made his hunger for her grow ever higher.&nbsp; Maybe it was the concussion affecting his mind, but he had never felt so very out of control of his emotions, of his actions.&nbsp; He wouldn't force her...he wouldn't risk violating his code of ethics and morales for the sheer pleasure of simple sex.&nbsp; But he had a feeling he wouldn't have to.<br><br>He pulled back from the kiss, and turned her body around to face him, his hands on her hips holding her with a strong grip.&nbsp; He pressed his hips into her own, the length and hardness of his erection pressing into her body.&nbsp; He moaned slightly at the contact, and his hands rose to her cheeks, gently drawing her in for yet another kiss.&nbsp; His body was aflame with desire, and while his higher body temperature might be attributed to fever from the wound on his forehead, it was also likely due to the hot lustful blood flowing through him at the moment.<br><br>"You don't have to be, Sam..." he said.&nbsp; "You saved me, protected me from those who would learn my secret and defeat me with it.&nbsp; Now its my turn to repay the favor.&nbsp; Let me protect you..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>11-02-2010, 20:30:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was a soft sound; a mewling squeak of surprise when she found his lips against hers. Sam couldn’t remember how to breathe and stood there, unresponsive with wide eyes as his warm lips caressed hers, coaxing them to relax and open. By the time she melted enough to try to respond he drew away, turning her around to face him. That grace of hers was gone, Sam’s knees were too weak to allow fluid motions, instead she trembled and stumbled until she was adjusted, still trapped between counter and vigilante.<br><br>She should say no. This was idiotic; was it the wounds? The rushing blood in his veins wouldn’t help his head any, and it was with concern that Sam lifted a hand, intent on cradling his skull and reason with him. But this was when he chose to press that hard length against her tummy, digging that bulge into her flat belly. She was shorter than he by a little more than half a foot, but Sam made up in size by her long legs. Even pressed against him as she was, their difference in size only seemed to tantalize her.<br><br>Those fingers did what they wanted from the start; curling at his chest as he directed her mouth to his. She rewarded him, offering a soft moan to feed into his mouth as if it were her innocence surrendering to his demands. But Sam needed to tell him, if what was going to happen was what she was suspecting was going to happen. It wasn’t easy to form a coherent thought, it only grew further difficult when Bruce spoke once again.<br><br>God yes. Badly she craved his words, hearing them sent little electric sparks dancing across her skin, forcing her eyes shut as she moaned and slid her fingers up to just above his pecks. She felt drugged, frightened, aroused… it was an intoxicating mix. “I… I’ve never…” she stumbled over the words, too focused with his hands on her body, that hard erection… Sam rocked her hips gently, curiously testing how he liked it when she rubbed her body against that swollen bulge down below.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 19:48:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce moaned as she wiggled her hips, feeling her body rub along his erection.&nbsp; When she began to mumble that she'd never had sex, he pressed another kiss to her lips, silencing her.&nbsp; The thought that she was a virgin only fueled his considerable libido, and as he kissed her, he let his hand roam her body, sliding up the curve of her back and then around to her breasts.&nbsp; He gently squeezed them through the fabric of her shirt, and their firmness made him moan again.<br><br>He bent lower, moving his lips from her mouth, and around to the side of her neck.&nbsp; He began nibbling her flesh, his teeth pulling at her soft skin, and then bit her gently, feeling his cock throb beneath the nomex of his suit.&nbsp; He pushed his hips against her once more, grinding his swollen member into her stomach again, eager to feel her body pressed against his own.&nbsp; His hands slid around her backside, and cupped her firm tight ass, and when he did so, he lifted her, pulling her from her feet easily.&nbsp; He turned, carrying her to the living room, and the couch she'd been sleeping on not too long ago.<br><br>He sat down, still holding her body above his, and his hands went to her shirt, eager to remove it.&nbsp; He looked up at her as he did so, passion fueling his gaze, and an all too familiar look of hunger coming over his features.&nbsp; He wanted her, and it was obvious.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>12-02-2010, 20:25:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He had talent with his lips; even a novice could figure that out. Admittedly, Samantha liked the way he was handling this; while she was sure of Sam had objection he would listen to it, Bruce wasn’t allowing a chance for it to come through. He kissed her and that made her weak, he moaned and that made her tremble, he bit her, and that made the small woman cry out in pleasure. She praised him, muttering softly incoherent nothings as his massive hands dominated her perky breasts and eased the tension in her nipples through the shirt. He nibbled and Sam whimpered, curling her nails into his flesh, asking only for more.<br><br>She was responsive; as he pushed against her Sam rocked her body forward, pressing as tightly as she may, going as far as dropping one hand to cup him through the nomex. Even here he was hot…. Sam wanted to feel that burning length pushing inside her. Soft lips encouraged this by brushing up along his neck and nipping at the hollow below his ear; she was up then, so easily he manipulated her body and took her off the ground. When Bruce settled on the couch, shirt leaving her frame, eyes burning, she could only return in kind.<br><br>The shirt left her body, discarded and forgotten. Her hips dropped down so that she was sitting against that bulge, rocking and rubbing herself through the barrier, trying to coax him to let the monster out. Both hands clutched his chest, but they began to wander as they discovered old bruises and scars, the pads of her finger lightly tracing one or the other, curious as to what their story was. Then one found his arm, and from there she gently positioned it so that both hands could then redirect, plunging down to cup and hold his girth.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 00:40:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce reached down, quickly unbuckling his utility belt.&nbsp; He pulled it free, dropping it on the floor next to him, and then quickly pulled out his thick cock, the thing already hard at the thought of sliding inside of this tight young woman.&nbsp; His body was incredibly warm, and the flesh of his erection was burning hot, fueled with blood and desire.&nbsp; Once freed, he pressed her tiny hands to the thing, and then moved his own up to cup her pert breasts, his thumbs flickering over her hard nipples teasingly.<br><br>"Sam..." he moaned, almost breathlessly.&nbsp; The deep rumble in his chest seemed to resonate throughout his body, and his cock throbbed with every beat of his heart.&nbsp; He was obviously a strong man, every part of him hard and firm, despite his age.&nbsp; He leaned up, kissing her again, the tip of his cock pressing against her abdomen.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 00:58:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She watched mesmerized as Bruce pulled himself free of his pants, hard and ready already. It wasn't the first she's ever seen, but it was in this context, and for some reason she felt a certain nervous excitement. It was just a part of the human body -and Sam knew the human body very well- but in this way it seemed different, alien to her. Sam's reaction was a soft sound, an almost mewling whimper to show her excitement. Both of her hands were collected and introduced to the hard cock, softer than it looked, and once she realized just how hot it was, she was aching to feel him pushing, grinding and sliding that scalding thing deep inside her.<br><br>Inexperienced, yes, but not a dead fish. Sam was a curious thing by nature, and so it was with wandering hands that she stroked his length, fingers sliding around that smooth girth as she watched his pleasure etched face. It was almost too much when he touched her breasts, teasing the nipples. They ached, as if the touch wasn't enough, needing something more, sharper. And when he moaned her name like that? Sam whimpered again, begging without words for more. She felt as if she was losing her mind, only able to focus on the raw, primal desires of basic rutting. And she ached for it. The woman's small little cunt, untouched by a man, was smooth and very, very wet, aching for his attention.<br><br>She surrendered to the kiss, giving him her mouth as she rubbed her tongue against his lower lip, and stroked his cock as it's tip poked against her belly. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 01:04:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce gasped as she began stroking him, her soft hands pumping over his firm cock.&nbsp; He broke free of the kiss and pressed his lips to her nipples, his teeth nibbling on them, one then the other, as if he couldn't get enough of her flesh in his mouth.&nbsp; One hand slid around to her back, before moving down to firmly squeeze her ass, while the other moved beneath her stroking hands to cup her warm sex.&nbsp; He caressed her opening through her pants, feeling her warmth and her wetness, and moaned again, the sounds vibrating through the breast in his mouth.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>15-02-2010, 01:12:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha wondered if she would be able to keep breathing. The air was turning thick in her chest as if the humidity was increasing. Her body's reaction to her excitement, this rush of endorphins and adrenaline was a potent mix, and so new to her that it was overwhelming. What more, was when his teeth grazed over her nipples, sending the smaller woman in a fit of moans, back undulating in her eagerness for more, pushing herself closer to his mouth. "Oh... god!" She whimpered, watching his face work as she paused stroking his cock, unable to look away from that hungry mouth.<br><br>Though he once again changed that when he started to caress her through her pants. Sam's eyes fell shut, as if the lids were too heavy for her to open, and instantly her hips rocked forward, eager for more. She was wet before, enough to be felt through the material of her clothes, but after a few stroked of his hand, she was rightly soaked.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 02:21:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce felt her grow wetter by the minute, and soon, he pulled away soaking fingers and put them to his mouth.&nbsp; He licked her juices from his fingers, and grinned at her hungrily.&nbsp; Then, he stood, and turned, depositing her back on the couch.&nbsp; He undid the snap of her jeans, and then pulled the tight fitting denim from her hips before rolling them off of her long, shapely legs.&nbsp; Her underwear was even wetter than her jeans had been, and he pulled them off too, but not before massaging her pussy through the thin fabric. <br><br>When she was naked, he knelt on the floor before her, his thick cock standing at full attention.&nbsp; His rough hands pulled her hips closer to his own, and positioned the head of his phallus before her lips.&nbsp; He remembered vaguely her half spoken confession that she was a virgin, but even that knowledge didn't stop him.&nbsp; Once their flesh made contact, he began to push, forcing his cock inside of her.<br><br>His hands rose, finding her perky breasts, and he began rolling her nipples between his fingers as he pushed against her, hoping to distract her mind from the pain that was doubtless coming her way.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 02:44:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				It thrilled her, how easily the man was able to control her body, to move her, undress her... it should have been frightening. Sam watched with a growing dark hunger shining in her pale eyes, watching as he appreciated her and shivered at those soft sounds of contentment. Even when she was bare for him, Sam didn't cover herself up, she didn't blush or shake her head no, as innocent as she was, the woman ached for this, and that ache only grew once he was naked before her, and down on his knees with every intention of making himself welcome.<br><br>Sam slid to the edge of the couch, her hips balanced between those thick hands as he positioned himself against her. Sam knew that was it was going to ache, mentally she tried to prepare herself, and even as his hips began to rock forward, pushing into that tight, wet cunt, she knew that she wasn't going to just lay there and settle with a sigh. It... hurt. Even as his hands began to pluck and tease her nipples, exciting her further, the small woman felt as if he were tearing her open inside. She grunted softly, eyes falling shut as her face twisted in pain, but it wasn't so horrible that she couldn't function and move.<br><br>Sam was... basking in it. The pain sent delicious shivers across her body, until she was squirming beneath him, gasping and mewling in pleasurable pain. Deeper she pulled the air into her lungs, until she was moaning and gripping his wrists tightly, even the bandaged one holding on for dear life. "Bruce..." She whispered softly around a moan. "Bruce..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:02:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As she moaned his name, Bruce thrust his hips forward, burying himself inside of her virgin cunt.&nbsp; He moaned loudly as her tight hole enveloped him, stretching to take in his thick cock.&nbsp; The sensation of her smooth opening was pure bliss, and his entire cock throbbed at the pleasure that spread all along his shaft.&nbsp; His fingers tugged and pulled at her dark nipples, his fingertips manipulating the tiny nubs with almost sadistic pleasure.<br><br>His thrusts were slow at first, but became harder and deeper as he began picking up a steady rhythm.&nbsp; His heavy balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, and he leaned forward, pressing his lips against Sam's once more.&nbsp; He kissed her hungrily, his tongue wrapping around hers, while he continued to pump into her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-02-2010, 03:11:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha grunted in reply, her pale blue eyes, large and expressive, were locked on his orbs, unable to look away. He could see her pupil dilate, watch as her face contorted and her body shudder as she struggled to accommodate all of him. And she whimpered, impaled on his cock with no where to go. It was burning hot, as if he were trying to scorch her insides, and just as she imagined, the sensation released a keening cry that was muffled by his hungry lips.<br><br>She should stop him... he was hurt after all, but Sam only lifted her hands, fisting his dark hair with them as she allowed him to thrust, deeper and harder, claiming her as his own. Those pale blue eyes watered, and every other thrust she whimpered as her hips tried to vainly rock back and away, but that possessive grip kept them where he pleased. "Oh god..." She whimpered, the words fed into his mouth like an offering.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 18:09:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce moved his lips from her own and to her neck, his teeth biting into her flesh once more as he slammed into her yet again.&nbsp; She was a virgin, but she was oh so eager, and he didn't hold himself back.&nbsp; His strong hips pounded into her own hard enough to bruise, but every thrust also brought with it the pleasure of being filled with his strong and hard cock.&nbsp; He moaned louder and louder as his rhythm increased, the vibrations of his voice rippling through his chest and into her neck.<br><br>His strong hands moved from her hips to breasts, and he began squeezing them in his strong grip, his fingers sliding over her nipples while his teeth scratched at her skin.&nbsp; Maybe it was the concussion that was making him lose control like this, but at the moment, he didn't really care.&nbsp; All he was focused on was the sexy young thing that was pinned beneath him, milking his cock and begging for more.<br><br>"Sam!" he cried, pulling his teeth away from her flesh for a short moment.&nbsp; "I'm gonna cum!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>22-02-2010, 19:05:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<em>Oh good,</em> she thought, pretty certain that the same thing was beginning to happen with her. It was like a swelling inside, that warmth he pushed into her began to focus at her core, building higher and higher with each thrust, groan and sharp nip of his teeth. The room was filling up with the scent of their sex, his body, sweat, and faintly, lingering under it all was the vanilla and lavender of her perfume. An hour ago she was scolding the man and certain he was going to kill her. And here she was, beginning to buck from under him as he pawed at her breasts and grunted so heatedly.<br><br>And he was close, she could tell by the way he seemed to get even harder, the changing of his breathing, the swelling in his balls which were still slapping against her tight little ass. Sam cried out, whimpering as she tightened her fingers in his hair and bit into his shoulder around another keening sound. The watering her eyes hadn't stopped, that line of pleasure and pain still tipping from side to side, to for her it was only more delicious. "Cum," she whispered, her voice nearly begging. "Cum for me, Bruce!"<br><br>Inexperienced, sure, but there were primal instincts and stories that influenced her next move. Sam lifted a leg and hooked it over his waist, allowing him to push in deeper. The angle changed a little, muscles tightening to make them grip around his length as he pummeled into her, and she caught the lobe of his ear between her teeth as she cooed for him, whispering words of encouragement. Those dark little nothings that only a women could say. She wanted him to cum, to fill her with him thrusting so deep. Samantha wanted him to make sure she belonged to him always, that he would give her this. "Cum for me, cum for me hard!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:31:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bruce was only encouraged by her whispered words, so dark and seductive that they made him throb as he thrust away inside of her.&nbsp; The changed angle only gave him greater access to her body, and he fell deeper inside of her, her muscles contracting and squeezing him with every inward thrust.&nbsp; He moaned loudly, and his entire body seemed to spasm, the muscles of his chest and arms bulging as his entire body clenched.&nbsp; Then, with a loud moan, he came, spraying her insides with his cum, his eyelids fluttering from the total bliss of release.&nbsp; <br><br>He collapsed forward, resting his weight upon her, breathing heavily as his cock continued to spurt out drop after drop of cum.&nbsp; Small shudders of intense pleasure rippled through his form, causing his body to jerk slightly with each aftershock of ecstasy.&nbsp; He grinned almost stupidly, then pushed himself upright, sliding his slick cock out of her, a few droplets of his seed spilling onto the floor.<br><br>"Sam..." he said, breathlessly.&nbsp; "That...was amazing...I can't think of a better pain killer..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:25:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				While the small young woman was plenty aware of her orgasm building, it was something else entirely when it hit. Sam felt it swelling. She could feel the way her hips began to buck and lose their rhythm as she neared that finish line. The way her moans began to shift to mewling pleas as her breathing grew deeper, ragged. It was him flexing above her that did it; trapping her small frame beneath him, surrounding him with those thickly muscled limbs and proving to her that there was no escape, no way out. What was it about being his that aroused her so much?<br><br>Her orgasm hit her next and the woman cried out for him. As the waves crashed through her, sending her bucking and writhing, her cunt clenched and pulsed, sucking like a hungry mouth for that cum he was releasing inside of her. That should have been alarming; it felt too damn good. Sam dropped a hand, clutching his hip as if she could force him to spill it all inside her, and collapsed with a shudder when her orgasm reached its end.<br><br>She was trembling, panting, curled against him with her leg still coiled around his hip because she wanted every drop he could give her. She was aware of the heavy throb of her heart, could feel it ticking against her chest, her throat and even her tongue. In and out she breathed, cooing when he twitched or shifted above her, and put up a mild resistance as he began to draw himself out. She contented herself with running her hand along his back, tracing the muscles, the scars, the old bruises and wounds. The other hand cupped the side of his neck, and for a while all she could do was nod.<br><br>Well… good. She had been half frightened of him passing out with the rush of blood and was pleased to be wrong. “Glad I could help,” she teased, smiling with the words.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 20:27:18</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				She didn't want to let him go, it seemed.&nbsp; She was reluctant to have him pull out of her, and he supposed that was normal...he'd just taken her virginity after all.&nbsp; The thought that he was her first both thrilled and excited him, but also made him weary.&nbsp; How would she ever want another man?&nbsp; He wasn't arrogant at all, but he knew that he worked incredibly hard to keep himself at the peak of human physical fitness...it was a requirement for his war on crime.&nbsp; Not to mention that he was the Batman!&nbsp; No other man would ever stand up to that...<br><br>When he did finally pull free of her, his cock still dribbling cum from its tip, he collapsed on the couch next to her, his broad chest rising and falling with his breathing.&nbsp; The dark chest hair that covered his front hid many more scars from previous battles, but everything about him was still hard and firm, as if no injury could ever phase him...save for the bandaged one on his head.&nbsp; It was still clear, despite the physical exertion...he was beginning to heal already, slowly at least.<br><br>"Sam...." he said, unsure of what to say.&nbsp; He had many questions, but they all felt awkward to be asked after having sex with her.&nbsp; He reached over, taking her hand in his own.&nbsp; "Thank you...you saved my life...and showed me what it meant to be human again.&nbsp; I haven't...that is, its been awhile since I've been with a woman.&nbsp; I just haven't had the time...or the desire.&nbsp; But you, you brought me back from that..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:16:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Did she really do so much? By extending some extra kindness and a willingness to sacrifice something for the greater good? She saved Batman's life, but that was her job. She found out his identity on accident; but would take it with her to the grave. She gave him her virginity because... well... why -had- she done that? The man stirred up those desires so quickly she hadn't had enough time to process to the situation only react. Did she regret it? No. Would she regret it? Only if this was the only time. Sleeping with Batman, no doubt, would be a hard act to follow. But even so, Samantha didn't have her heart and her head confused for this moment.<br><br>She lifted a hand and brushed it across her face, smearing the light mist of sweat that had collected on her skin. The hand moved up to push her hair from her eyes so that they could better see him. Her leg pulled back from his waist, and from there Samantha took the joy of stretching out that long, leanly muscles limb before settling it down against the floor again. She didn't try to cover herself up, or hide herself from view. The woman might have been a virgin but she was confident in her body and was far too content basking and aching from the experience. She hadn't wanted it to stop.<br><br>"I can honestly tell you that when I pulled Batman into my apartment, I wasn't planning on bumping uglies and getting sticky." She licked her lips, shivering once, quickly, before turning to look over at him, collapsed next to her. "Though... I do like this alternative. You can't be all work and no play, Bruce. Once in a while, you've got to remember what you're fighting for, and if you're still fighting for the right reasons."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:23:23</strong>
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				He nodded quietly, his hand still holding her own.&nbsp; The sight of her naked body next to his was pleasing, even with her stretched and cum filled cunt looking ready to take him again and again.&nbsp; He reached over, his hand pulling free of her own, and he gently ran his hand over her flat stomach, savoring the feel of her soft flesh beneath his fingertips.&nbsp; He smiled, and leaned over, pressing his lips to hers breifly.<br><br>"I'm sure you'll give me plenty of reasons to continue fighting..." he said, joking still.&nbsp; But even without her, this war was personal.&nbsp; It had claimed his parents, taking them away from him in a moment of gunpowder and pain.&nbsp; It was a senseless crime, two lives snuffed out in moments, all because of one man's greed.&nbsp; He could still picture the face of their killer, a face that haunted his dreams.&nbsp; <br><br>"What now, Sam?" he asked.&nbsp; "I've never been in a situation like this before.&nbsp; Where do we go from here?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:44:03</strong>
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				She enjoyed his touch. The way his hands, calloused and so strong, brushed across her flesh with their leisure. No rush, no exact destination in mind, just s touch and brush of contact. Her eyes closed for a few moments to simply enjoy that sense, before they were opening again as the man started speaking. His kiss was a pleasant surprise; one she accepted with a soft sound and the return press of her own soft lips. When he pulled back, she licked her lips a second time, savoring the lingering taste he left behind.<br><br>Now what?<br><br>"I... don't know. I've never been in this situation either. I'm not going to demand ten million dollars by Monday or I Twitter your secret to the world, you can rest easy on that. But... I'd like to help. Before you think I'm talking about putting on some mask of my own: no. Not like that." Her fingers reached out, brushing some of the other scars on his body. The ones that looked as if they had a nasty healing process and were torn repeatedly. "I can help you, Bruce. Even if it's a stitch here and there I'd like to do something."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 21:55:49</strong>
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				Bruce nodded again, and then stood, sliding his cock back beneath the fabric of his suit.&nbsp; He moved away from the living room, not responding, only to return a moment later with a towel retrieved from her bathroom to clean herself up with.&nbsp; He grinned as he handed it to her, and then retrieved his shirt.&nbsp; He pulled the nomex armor back over his head, the bat symbol coming to rest on his chest once more.&nbsp; His powerfully muscled form shone through even beneath the thick layer of protection that the suit offered, and once more, he was becoming that terrible creature of the night that so many feared.<br><br>He pulled his cowl back over his head, and only winced slightly this time.&nbsp; Redonning his utility belt, he uncapped a small capsule at his side, and pulled out a small ear-piece, with a short wire that led to a smaller microphone on the opposite end.&nbsp; He handed it to her as he moved to retrieve his cape and fasten it into place once more.<br><br>"That is a personal communicator..." he explained.&nbsp; "Place the ear-piece in either ear, and the wire tucks below your collar.&nbsp; The microphone is hyper sensitive, so try not to shout.&nbsp; Just speak clearly, and I'll be able to hear you.&nbsp; Try to use it for emergencies only...though I can understand if you just need to talk."&nbsp; He grinned again, the expression odd showing up beneath his cowled face.&nbsp; "And don't worry...this won't be the last time you see me, and not only because of the secret you know."<br><br>With that, he bent to kiss her, and then pulled back, turning to climb out the window.&nbsp; He stopped and looked back at her, and smiled again.<br><br>"Thank you, Sam...for everything..."&nbsp; Then, he leapt from the window, and was gone.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-03-2010, 22:21:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha didn't dress, and she wished that Bruce hadn't either. Not only because that meant the evening was over, but because she was still worried about his injury. He should be sleeping, but here he was, pulling on that armor once again. She lifted a hand, stepped forward to stop him... and then stopped herself. He did look better, and there was more color in his cheeks. Had the orgasm done that, the shift in his spirits? A combination of both? It wasn't worth changing them back to that cold hard stare that scared her before. Sam dropped her hand and sighed, shaking her head slowly side to side. She couldn't stop him even if she wanted.<br><br>She was rewarded with the communicator, a curious brow lifting just before he explained its use. That made her smile, that rare, infectious quirk of her lips that turned her ice blue eyes deep and sparkling. "Does this include dirty phone calls? Or does that count as cheating?" She mused aloud, following after him as he made his way towards the window. She supposed using the door was too normal, especially in his mask. She didn't mind, after all no one would see him.<br><br>But... once more she smiled, all due to his words in parting. "You're welcome." Though, she wasn't certain if the Dark Knight heard her. Already he jumped from the window, and with a crack of his cape, disappeared. For a moment Sam just stood there, before glancing down at the device in her palm. She closed the window a moment later and turned for the bathroom. A long hot soak was in order. She was beginning to ache.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 08:40:07</strong>
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				It was nearly a week later that the Batman called upon her.<br><br>He had parked the Batmobile just inside the parking garage of her building, buried in the building's foundation.&nbsp; The engine hummed quietly as he sat there, his gloved hands gripping the steering wheel tightly.&nbsp; He'd been busy with a break out at Arkham Asylum, and maneuvering through the Mad Hatter's buffoonery as well as the Riddler's tricks and mind games.&nbsp; It had been exhausting facing the two of them at the same time, but it had been necessary, and right now, all his body wanted was sleep.<br><br>But try as he might, Batman could not force himself to leave the garage.&nbsp; The week's separation from Sam had been both painful and pleasant.&nbsp; He had chided himself for his carelessness in letting the Joker sneak attack him like he did, and for letting himself be vulnerable.&nbsp; Still, he was lucky...another half centimeter, and the bullet would've killed him instead of just grazing him.&nbsp; The thought sent a shiver through his spine, and made his hands tremble, no matter how tightly they clung to the Batmobile's steering wheel.&nbsp; <br><br>Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he released the steering wheel and let his hands drop into his lap.&nbsp; He sighed heavily, and laid back against the driver's seat of the famous vehicle.&nbsp; Alfred was likely worried sick about him, and though Bruce had been gone for days at a time with no explanation before, the same thing would happen once he returned home.&nbsp; Alfred would berate him for making the man worry, and then fuss over him like a midwife about to deliver a child.&nbsp; He would tend any wounds Bruce had recieved, but the treatments would be accompanied by a stern talking to on keeping in contact with the few allies he had left.&nbsp; <br><br>Maybe that's why he was here, Bruce thought.&nbsp; Maybe Alfred's words were finally sinking in.<br><br>Pressing two fingers to the built in comm piece hidden in the ear of his cowl, he spoke, the vibrations in his throat activating the tiny microphone that hung just beneath his jawline.&nbsp; His voice was still that deep baritone, the very voice of the Batman, a growl that had sent grown men cowering in fear when they heard it.&nbsp; To some, it was the voice of a guardian angel, or a vengeful one, depending on who heard it.&nbsp; But for Sam, it was most definitely the voice of the strange and exciting man in her life, one who made all the rest pale by comparison.<br><br>"Sam?&nbsp; Do you read me?" he asked.&nbsp; "Its Br...Batman.&nbsp; Come in."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>16-03-2010, 20:07:18</strong>
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				It was her first day off in nearly two weeks; the woman was truly exhausted. Even after sleeping for nearly twelve hours already, the last thing Sam wanted to do was crawl out of bed. She had four days, after all and being a mostly tidy person didn’t warrant any immediate cleaning that was needed. Sure, she could do some laundry, vacuum… but the queen size bed, with its memory foam mattress, its silky sheets and warm blankets, how could she resist? Add a sleeping cat that was more Lynx than tabby to that mix, curled up in a ball and tucked under her arm and chin, the woman was only fighting a losing battle.<br><br>Gotham wasn’t anything like San Diego. The crimes were more extreme here, the injuries far more disastrous. Instead of car accidents, domestic abuse and the occasional injury at some public event, Samantha was dealing with acid burns, poisons, people who had lost their minds and were defaced with deep scars. Sometimes she was taking in police officers who were trembling with laughter and a giant grin plastered to their face, or induced into screams as they were forced to live through their own worst nightmares. This was more exhausting than Sam was prepared for, though the woman was far from her snapping point. She just… wanted to lie in bed for several more hours, bask in the sensation of silk against mostly bare flesh. The deep rumbling purrs of the cat who had adopted her when she moved into this place, acting more like a housemate than a pet. She wanted to listen to music, read a book and just be lazy.<br><br>There was a slight beeping sound, and for a heartbreaking moment she thought that it was her pager, and the day off she was desperately needing was already over. Her heart fell just as logic kicked in, and the woman was turning over in the blankets, away from the purring cat to look at her nightstand. It took half a second for her mind to register the source of the device. Though, once she did the woman was quickly snatching at it, lifting it up to her ear to catch the last of Batman’s voice.<br><br>“Adams.” She spoke out of habit, her voice husky and low, signs that she had been previously asleep. Or in the very least, she hadn’t been talking for several hours. She shifted in the bed, sitting upright so that she didn’t get any more comfortable than she already was. Her cat, whom she took to calling Diesel for the volume of his purr, opened one eye too look at her, before closing it and settling back into sleep. “What can I do for you?”<br><br>A hand lifted, passing over her face as her fingers brushed through her short locks, seeking order for the slight chaos. The ear piece was slid into place with freed her hands, allowing the woman to stretch them high over head to loosen muscles down through her arms and back. There was a soft pop along her spine, which triggered a soft sigh, and the urge to flop backwards into the mound of comfort.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 04:11:59</strong>
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				The Batman winced as he heard the sleepiness in her voice.&nbsp; He felt bad for bothering her, but it had been a week, and he had been curious how she had been holding up.&nbsp; He waited a moment before responding, the engine of the Batmobile purring in the basement parking garage of her building.&nbsp; The parking lot was empty of people, nearly every spot lined with vehicles, and the lighting was dim, the garage dark enough to hide a potential mugger or carjacker...but also enough to safely park the exotic vehicle without it being noticed.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'm in the parking garage..." he replied finally, after a long moment of silence passed over the electronic communicator.&nbsp; "Come down."&nbsp; With that, he ended the connection, turning the power to the receiver off, and killed the Batmobile's powerful twin-turbine engine.&nbsp; It was the same engine used in fighter jets, though it had been heavily modified to both fit and not destroy the frame of the vehicle.&nbsp; It hadn't been cheap, but it was most certainly effective.&nbsp; His gloved finger pressed down on a small black button, and the small click was followed by the pneumatic hiss of the locks disengaging on the cockpit hatch.&nbsp; The hatch lifted, then slid forward, and Batman stood up, quickly hopping over the side panel.&nbsp; With another click at a button on his utility belt, the hatch slid back into place, and another hiss accompanied the first, locking the hatch once more.&nbsp; <br><br>Grinning, he turned, and walked to the shadows, waiting for Sam to arrive.&nbsp; He knew he shouldn't intentionally scare her like he was planning on doing, but their relationship was one of excitement, and that had to continue.&nbsp; It was so unorthodox that to try to approach it any other way would only end in failure.&nbsp; She knew his secret, and he was walking a fine line with her, and he knew it.&nbsp; But he also knew just how attracted he was to her, and how excited she was to be near him.&nbsp; The effect she had on him wasn't beneath his notice, either.&nbsp; Where once his nights had been filled with brutal vengeance on the criminal element and a melancholy silence over the fate of his parents, now there was the thrill of wondering what Sam had been doing, how she fared, and when he would see her again.<br><br>It was...unusual...to say the least.&nbsp; But not unpleasant.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 05:02:15</strong>
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				For a long stretch of time Sam waited. Had she responded too late to his call and missed it? Had she fallen asleep without realizing it? She opened her mouth, breathed in and was on the verge of speaking before Batman’s voice finally rumbled in her ear. Even over the microphone she couldn’t deny that those smoky tones made her body clench in memory and her heart to sputter, seconds before it was racing. Good memories came from his voice, but worry began to settle down in the pit of her stomach when she realized that the line had been cut so quickly. He wasn’t far from here; just a number of floors down. Was he hurt? Unable to come up to her loft on his own?<br><br>Those thoughts had the small woman springing from bed like a fawn, out of the warmth of her blankets and the soft of her bed, to the chill of her room. Quickly she struggled into a pair of jeans, forgoing the shirt over the lace cami she slept in as well as forgetting the socks and shoes. The woman only paused long enough to swipe her keys off of the hook on the wall before running out of the apartment she occupied to the hall.&nbsp; From the top floor, she took the elevator down to the basements, ten floors separating them didn’t take long to shrink, though she couldn’t help but fidget until the doors opened.<br><br>Sam slinked out before the lift opened all the way. Pale blue eyes swept the dimly lit cement cave with a long practiced method. Cars filled almost all of the slots; most people were asleep at this hour, not just getting up like Sam. Barefooted, chilled from the night air in the nearly translucent top, she hurried down one corridor in search of the man in black. “Spook?” She called out softly, just loud enough to sweep through the garage without echoing too badly. Where was he She saw no signs of blood or water reflecting on the ground, saw no hunched over figure braced with pain. She just hoped that, whatever condition he was in, she'd be able to muster enough strength to get him back to her apartment if he truly needed her aid.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 05:14:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a flutter of his heavy cape that sounded more like the flapping of a huge bat's wings, the Batman appeared, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her.&nbsp; He simply...materialized out of the shadows, a figure that many feared, one that inspired cold, abject terror in the hearts of even the bravest men.&nbsp; In a swift silence, he whisked her back into the shadows, one gloved hand clamped down over her mouth, the other beneath her breasts.&nbsp; His grip was firm and strong, but gentle as he pulled her to him, and he stepped back, whisking them both away into the darkness.<br><br>He held her for a long moment, her soft body pressed against the hardness of his suit.&nbsp; His breath was hot on her neck, and he inhaled deeply, savoring her scent.&nbsp; Her perfume was feminine, but also one of fear, and for a moment, he regretted surprising her like this.&nbsp; But this was a lesson she needed to learn, and it was better that he be the one to teach her, rather than some horny rapist or one of the psychotics from Arkham Asylum who wanted to make of her a meal.<br><br>"Boo..." he whispered a moment later, his hand removing from her mouth.&nbsp; He kept her in his grip, however, but it softened, allowing her to turn, if she desired.&nbsp; "Gotcha."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>27-03-2010, 05:33:44</strong>
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				Fear was cold, like icy tendrils slipping down the curve of her spine, seeping deeper and deeper the further it went. Sam’s gasp was intended to be a shout, but the sounds were muffled against the heavy glove of his hand. Stunted, unable to bloom to what it could have been, the shrill of air sounded more like a whimpering moan that cut off just as sharply as it began. His grip was tight, but not bruising, unyielding and firm. Sam rocked onto the tips of her toes, stumbling backwards while the Batman moved so gracefully, and it wasn’t until they became still that everything clicked.<br><br>She knew it was him, which should have made her relax. But feeling him pressed so firmly against her backside caused her body to remain taunt as if it were waiting for something. Heavy, erratic thumps of her heart hammered against her neck, teased by the occasional puff of his breath and as each one tingled across her skin she couldn’t help but shiver in reaction. It wasn’t fair that he was able to manipulate her so easily. And it wasn’t fair that her body was only reminded of their last encounter, and that heavy bliss he gave her. Once Sam’s mouth was free she licked her lips, turning first her head and then slowly her body around to face the taller man in black.<br><br>“That was a little cruel, don’t you think?” She didn’t mean to whisper, but that was sort of a standard tone when tucked away in dark places and pressed so close to one another. “Here I thought you might need me, and you’re playing games.” She sounded stern… but it didn’t reach her eyes, and was obviously forced. The woman didn’t have a stern bone in her body and was already flicking her pale eyes down, and then back up to the dark mask over his face. She didn’t step away, however, to put any room between them. She was content as it was, pressed close to him as if they had to hide.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 19:20:25</strong>
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				"But I do need you, Sam..." he said, holding her body pressed close to his.&nbsp; "And it was cruel, but necessary.&nbsp; I have enemies, powerful ones who would stop at nothing to hurt me.&nbsp; They could hurt you in the process if they found you."&nbsp; His words were spoken quietly, little more than a whisper, his lips hovering over her own as he spoke.&nbsp; He inhaled sharply, then pressed them to hers, his tongue sliding past her lips and into her mouth.&nbsp; He kissed her, deeply, with a need that couldn't be ignored.&nbsp; The presence of her body was like a magnet to draw him in, as insistently as the Bat symbol atop Gotham Tower.<br><br>His strong arms held her, but his grip lessened, enough to allow her to move, albeit slightly.&nbsp; It had been only a week since he'd last seen her, but it was a week too long, he realized.&nbsp; Her scent invaded his nostrils like a powerful narcotic, and the soft feel of her body against his was like letting a dream envelop him.&nbsp; The Dark Knight was no weak man, but while enraptured by this woman, he may as well have been a child.&nbsp; Still, he kept his composure, and remained in control of the situation, never pushing himself to the point where he would force himself upon her.&nbsp; He may be a vigilante, but he was not a monster, and would never do something that would violate his own personal code of ethics.<br><br>"Besides...you know it excited you..." he said, after he pulled away from her, breaking the kiss.&nbsp; "I think you have a thing for tall, dark, and handsome men."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 19:54:36</strong>
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				Sam was forced to swallow; the sudden surge of lust was unfamiliar to her but an intoxicating and potent blend. Those fluttering lips bent to press so close to hers was a most delightful garnish, and hearing those dark, smoky tones, even with curious, frightening words, made her body clench tight. She stood, transfixed as pale blue eyes the color of ice stared up at the obsidian holes in his mask, only to fall&nbsp; closed behind the curtain of her lashes once he kissed her. It was clear he took her breath away, and it was clear through the weakening of her muscles that she was rather enjoying the effects he had on her body. Knees weakened, pulse sped up faster, body clenched and began to ache for his touch once again.<br><br>Samantha moaned, feeding the soft sound into his mouth like some sort of surrender. Lazily her arms lifted, draping across the back of his shoulder where one hand shifted to curl against the side of his neck. Small as she was, Sam was forced to stand on the tips of her toes to accomplish all of this, leaning more firmly against the hard expanse of his body. She welcomed his tongue, chased after it with her own, and rather quickly he stirred up quite the fire inside her.<br><br>She was gasping when Bruce finally pulled away and had a hard time focusing her eyes. It was a good thing he allowed her to lean so close against him; it was the only thing keeping her from dropping to the ground. “I…” She moved a hand, passing it over her face as if she could push away that thick haze. It didn’t work, but it was worth a shot. “I… suppose you’re right.” She murmured, and then shivered so sharply that she undulated against him. “I don’t suppose you came here to tell me that you had a few hours off, hm? Because if it’s about work, I’m going to need either a cold shower or a few minutes to clear my head after a greeting like that.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 21:20:48</strong>
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				"All work and no play make for an unhappy Batman, don't you think?" he asked, grinning.&nbsp; He wrapped his arms around her once more, and this time, he lifted her, his strong arms easily hefting her slight weight.&nbsp; He walked with her to the Batmobile, the hood still warm from the powerful engine, and laid her atop it.&nbsp; Clad as she was in only a pair of jeans and the sleeping cami she wore, she was absolutely delicious, her bedraggled hair making the woman look all the more exotic and feminine.&nbsp; He grinned, and bent over the edge of the vehicle, bracing himself up with his knuckles resting on the vehicle's hood.&nbsp; <br><br>"And besides, you're looking rather...distracted..." he said, his face coming near her own once more.&nbsp; "Perhaps it would be better to clear your head before we get any work done."&nbsp; His hands came to rest on the bottom of her shirt, and he pulled it up and off of her, exposing her perky breasts to the chill of the parking garage.&nbsp; One gloved hand rose to caress the soft flesh, while the other remained where it was.&nbsp; He kissed her, silencing any protest she had from being topless in a public parking garage.&nbsp; His fingertips pinched and twisted her nipple before kneading the flesh in his hand.&nbsp; <br><br>"Can you feel the heat from the car?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss long enough to speak.&nbsp; "You're sitting atop a fighter jet engine, barely contained by the bulletproof hood of the vehicle.&nbsp; Such power shouldn't be confined in anyway, should it, Sam?&nbsp; Would you like to feel it?"&nbsp; <br><br>Without waiting for an answer, he pressed a button on his utility belt, and the vehicle roared to life, the powerful engine rumbling beneath her like some great hungry beast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-04-2010, 21:47:34</strong>
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				It wasn’t very often that Samantha was picked up; in fact the last time it had happened was after she had been shot and was being transported from marble flooring of the bank, to the gurney. Hardly romantic, and while Batman didn’t have a long stemmed rose between his teeth there would be no denying that sudden flutter she felt in her chest. He made it seem effortless. Yes, Sam was on the small side for a woman. She was curvy but built on a slender frame. Muscles were long and lean, her skin firm yet soft to the touch, and the structure of her face was more fae than super model. She might have had doubts of herself, knowing the sort of women Bruce Wayne was usually seen with, but Sam didn’t lack confidence in herself. And how could she lack confidence at all, with Batman’s arms encircled around her form moments before he was setting her down on warm metal.<br><br>Automobile. Sam knew it before she even saw it, only now taking a brief moment to glance down at the black frame beneath her. It was warm; she could feel the heat nicely against the underside of her jeans. Not too hot, not a threatening scald to her ivory flesh. She was forced to lean back as Batman leaned forward, though only because she wanted to watch his face. “Such a reasonable man,” she whispered, feeling the darkening, sultry tones of her voice surface automatically. She may not be very experienced, but Sam definitely knew what she wanted. Him.<br><br>Though, once the shirt was drawn off of her form, once the cool air in the garage touched her breasts and hardened her nipples, she could only gasp softly, before his hand began to work her through the armor-clad fingers. “Mmf!” The sound was forced against his lips, fed to him as her back began to bow in order to press herself closer to his fingers. He pinched and twisted, each motion seemed to pull at strings connected to things deep inside her body. The woman was purring for more shortly after it began, having to gasp as Bruce pulled away once more to speak.<br><br>The car rumbled to life, startling a soft cry of surprise from her in response. She lashed her arm out to prop itself against the hood as if foolishly thinking she would fall, the heat working its way up the palm of her hand and into her wrist. It felt good. Sam wasn’t missing the silky caress of her blankets nearly as much now. “You’re a wicked man,” she whispered hoarsely, feeling her body begin to tremble with need. She reached forward, sitting up a little straighter on the hood of his car so that she could take advantage of both of her hands. Through the nomex weave of his suit, Sam’s palms glided over the adored bulge between his legs. “So why don’t we see if we can make good use out of these vibrations. You know, to clear my head.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 01:01:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"That sounds like a plan..." the Batman replied, and pressed his lips to her own as he fondled him through the nomex of his suit.&nbsp; He reached down, depressing the hidden latch that freed the utility belt from around his waist.&nbsp; It fell to the floor of the parking garage, and when it did, he returned his hands to her body, his fingers brushing up along her sides.&nbsp; Her flesh was soft, even through the barrier of the reinforced leather gloves, and as he kissed her, he moaned, his voice resonating with the need of her body pressed against his own.<br><br>He broke the kiss long enough to push her back onto the hood of the car once more.&nbsp; The sight of her laying there, clad only in a pair of jeans, her breasts vibrating slightly from the hum of the engine, was such a powerful aphrodisiac for the caped crusader.&nbsp; His hands went to the clasp of her jeans, and he undid it, pulling them slowly from her toned and shapely thighs.&nbsp; He tossed them aside, and knelt next to the car, pulling her across the hood before pressing his mouth to her pussy.&nbsp; There was no romance or toying with her, just simple need, desire and lust tossed into a blender and mixed on high.<br><br>His lips found her clit, and he began suckling on it, his tongue darting over the tiny nub before he twisted it in his mouth.&nbsp; He moaned again, sending vibrations through her pussy once more, and his hot breath danced along her flesh.&nbsp; He had never wanted a woman more, he realized, and now that Sam was so ready to give into his attentions, he doubted he ever would again.&nbsp; He wasn't sure what thrilled him more; the way she obeyed him, like he was some dark king that ruled her, or that he was helpless to distance himself from her for any period of time.&nbsp; She was like a drug, something he couldn't enough of, and once he had her, he only had to have more of her.<br><br>"I want you, Sam...right here, atop the car..." he said, looking up at her from his kneeling position between her legs.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 04:42:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				There was something most wickedly pleasurable about leather against bare skin. The way his hands brushed against her body caused everything to tighten with a sudden growing ache that Samantha had a hard time focusing. She swallowed, licked her lips, shuddered, and batted her lashes as if trying to clear her vision, all the while intently watching his hands remove that utility belt. With a clatter it hit the floor, announcing to the dark, chilled garage around them that they were very much alone. Then he was touching her again, and Sam could only react, not think. How silly she thought these moments could be, when people could allow themselves to get distracted by hormones. Medically she argued it, or assumed others to be weaker in will. But now… now she knew why. And who wouldn’t when Batman was touching them so, moaning against their willing mouths? Sam breathed in deep at the same time as if she could force more of that sound out of him.<br><br>She hit the hood with an audible thump, pale blue eyes focusing on the dark shape before her; black on dimly lit gray. There was something about a man undressing you, too. An experience that Samantha didn’t think she could ever grow tired of. “What if –uhn!” His mouth dropped and found her clit; another new experience for the paramedic and one that she was rather startled to discover felt exquisite. As large as her pale eyes were, they grew even more as he teased her so readily. The dexterity of his tongue, the skill of his mouth was no match for a novice like she. Hips began to buck an instant later, releasing more eager, lustful cries of bliss as she tried to brace herself against the hood while surrender herself to him at the same time. Sam was forced to prop herself up on her elbows, head tilted back as she gasped from his ministrations. A protest on her tongue when the man stopped. “Don’t… Don’t stop! Please, you can have me, Batman, just don’t ever stop!” Maybe she didn’t have nearly as much will power as she originally thought?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 04:31:38</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He grinned as she begged him to continue, and he obliged her, happily.&nbsp; He pressed his mouth back to her pussy, his tongue flickering back and forth, tasting her juices.&nbsp; She was close to cumming already, or so he thought, by the almost animal way that she moaned.&nbsp; His hands rose to her hips, to hold her in place while he skillfully tasted her.&nbsp; Then, his lips found her clit, and he began rolling them back and forth over the tiny nub of flesh, tugging on it gently but insistently.&nbsp; He moaned, sending the vibrations of his vocal chords into her body, and his grip tightened, as though he was afraid she was going to pull away from him.<br><br>He could feel his cock hardening again, pushing and straining against the tight layer of nomex that covered his waist.&nbsp; He moved one hand to pull the fabric aside, though it was a bit difficult with the material being so thick and stiff.&nbsp; Bulletproof material wasn't meant to be simply pulled away, and he had to slide down to his knees to finally be able to pull himself free.&nbsp; When his cock sprang out, thick and hard, he gasped, feeling the cold air of the garage wash over his flesh, soon followed by the heat coming from the Batmobile.&nbsp; He was glad he'd checked the garage first to be sure it was empty.&nbsp; He could just imagine the eager tabloid photographers that would have a field day at seeing him like this, with the daughter of a Hollywood starlet.&nbsp; It would be the talk of Gotham, and the world, for years to come.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>13-04-2010, 05:54:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				How was the novice to hold up under such ministrations? The way Samantha writhed it was almost as if the woman was in some sort of pain. Twisting, arching, she cried out as his skilled tongue flicked over her, forcing more and more pleasure to course through her body until her eyes were tearing. “Oh… God!” She cried out, uncaring if her voice traveled in the empty parking garage. Sure, if her neighbors were to catch her it would be… embarrassing. But who the hell was awake at this hour? All the cars were in their proper place, and even so, she felt confident that Batman would have made that particular check before calling her down here.<br><br>She did love the way he forced her against the car, how he made her utterly helpless and in his control. Why was that? How could it thrill her so much, enough to rush Sam’s tiny frame to that exquisite edge, so that she was trembling and bucking, garnishing each undulation with a cry of bliss. A cry that only he could coax out of her. Sam cursed softly, whispered pleas that wanted nothing more than to have the man push her over to that edge, harder and deeper than before. No, she needed it. Now, here, sandwiched between him and his dangerous car, Sam hadn’t realize just how much she had ached for Batman’s touch until he was allowing her that sensation once again.<br><br>Why hadn’t she called him sooner? Why hadn’t she put that ear piece on, and said, “I need you,” and let him figure out the rest?<br><br>Sam bit her lower lip, watching Batman through the thick curtain of her lashes. They fluttered heavily, unable to close completely or look away from that masked face. She missed the deep blue of his eyes, but there was something almost symbolic with him taking her like this. And there was no denying that it thrilled her. Sam’s orgasm was already swelling up, peeking, and she put the man to work, in holding her down. “Ba-Batman!” Her hands, fisted around his wrists; or as much of them as they could hold, began to pull as she started to breathe heavier and deeper. “I’m… I’m cumming!”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 05:51:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Hearing her cry out, he only pressed his lips tighter around her clit, his tongue working over the tiny nub until she showered his face with her juices.&nbsp; The rumbling of the Batmobile only matched the rumbling grunts in his throat as he ate away at her center, eager to feel her hips buck against his face.&nbsp; His hands caressed her breasts, squeezing them tightly, hungrily, as if the Batman would fall of the edge of the world if not for her to hold him close.<br><br>He stood then, his cock hard and throbbing.&nbsp; Without waiting, he pulled her close, and pressed the thick head of his organ against her wet opening.&nbsp; He slid in, easier than before, and buried himself inside of her.&nbsp; He simply could not wait any longer to ravish her young and tight body, or for the sweet release of losing himself with her.&nbsp; He had so many responsibilities...to Gotham, to the memory of his parents, to Gordan...that to forget about them all, to just surrender to the moment, was such a welcome relief.&nbsp; He was a man used to fighting a war on his own terms, and by his own hands.&nbsp; But the war in his heart was something he was unprepared for, and he felt himself losing it more and more with each passing moment.&nbsp; But was he so sure it was a war he wanted to win?<br><br>"Sam..." he moaned, his gloved hands slowly pushing her back against the hood of the Batmobile.&nbsp; He kissed her, his hips moving slowly back and forth as he filled her again and again, savoring each thrust inside of her.&nbsp; "Don't let go, Sam...don't let go of me..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>28-04-2010, 18:55:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It was quite the sensation to be pinned down against the warming hood of that car, trapped between sleek black metal and Batman’s dark gloved hands. They were on her breasts, squeezing and caressing, working the delicate flesh into a sensitive fervor. Her cunt, which had been just as eager as her first time, was screaming in bliss as he pulled away from her clit, abandoned before being adjusted for another purpose. Samantha put up no resistance, with the light sheen of sweat glinting on her skin she easily moved across the hood of the car until she was at Batman’s desired position. The head of his thick cock once again helped itself inside of her and even prepared for it the woman shuddered.<br><br>The first time had hurt. It took a long, warm bath after he left to properly coax her body down. Even in the morning she ached and it took a little time for it to go away. There was pain again, not nearly as sharp and by the time he was buried all the way inside her it was already beginning to fade. That was the last of the pains, her body would always ache to accommodate his size but that was what was sweet about it. She enjoyed the sensation, savored it, and when Bruce was as deep as their bodies could allow, pressed and holding that position as if daring to be denied, Sam lifted her hands and curled them around his shoulders.<br><br>Sam adjusted her hips, shifting and rocking them, pressing upwards even as his head was kissing tightly against her cervix. That dull ache it caused made her mouth water with the desire for more, until she found herself trembling with a need, even as he was buried inside and claiming her. The vigilante moaned her name and she arched prettily for him only to have his hand push her back down against the hood of the car. They kissed and as they kissed her right hand drifted to cup the back of his cowl, encouraging him to press closer, curling her fingers as if she could tighten her grip in his hair once again.<br><br>The words made her heart tremble even if she didn’t fully understand what it was he meant. The savoring thrusts of his hips met by her own movements made the moment even more intense, her previous orgasm still causing small shock-waves to spasm through her inner muscles. Sam wasn’t planning to let go, she kissed him as if the press of their lips could tell him that, and fed him a low, rumbling moan to seal the deal.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 00:48:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Batman moaned loudly as he kissed her, his hips pumping faster and faster into her open hole.&nbsp; Her legs enveloped him, begging him to go deeper, and her arms entwined around him, as if fearful of letting him go.&nbsp; He accommodated her by pressing against her body tightly, the only thing on him pulling away was his hips as he prepared for another fast, deep thrust.&nbsp; His aching cock felt so good enveloped by her pussy, and every second it was out of her felt like an eternity too long.<br><br>He reached up, breaking their kiss, and pulled the cowl from his face.&nbsp; He tossed it aside and kissed her again, but briefly.&nbsp; His lips moved past her own, and down her cheek until they reached her neck.&nbsp; His teeth bit into her once more, harder than before, and he grunted like an animal.&nbsp; It was as if all the pent up rage and frustration he felt from his war on crime, his war to save Gotham, was coming out of him all at once.&nbsp; He was taking it all out on this young woman, who was helpless against his dark and commanding presence.&nbsp; She accepted him, accepted all of it, until she had nothing left to give...and then she would beg for more.<br><br>"Sam..." he groaned, nibbling on her earlobe as his hips continued their crushing thrusts against her body.&nbsp; "I want to hear you scream...cum for me!&nbsp; Cum for the Batman!"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>04-05-2010, 21:24:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Maybe it was silly, but there came a surge of adrenaline as Batman removed his cowl –instantly becoming Bruce Wayne again. The transformation felt taboo in the way that their age difference was. Sleeping with Batman was one thing, sleeping with Bruce Wayne was another, Sam couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement in knowing that she affected this man in such a way that he would chance albeit very slightly, exposure. She didn’t waste any time. Sam’s fingers pushed up the back of his head and tangled in his hair the very next instant, feeling at home with her hands gripping him so.<br><br>His lips moved down and followed the curve of her jaw. It made her tremble, gasping as her body clenched around his cock simply from anticipation. When his lips found her neck Sam moaned. When his teeth found her flesh she cried out and arched, gripping his hair tighter but only with one hand now. The opposite dropped to his shoulder and clung tight, fighting to swelling that pulsed through her body like electricity. “Ohh… Oh god!” He moaned her name, working his lips up towards her ear, thrusting harder and harder, almost taking her breath away.<br><br>Sam pushed with her legs, seeking purchase. Her heels found part of the bumper and slid across the sleek metal. Her hips continued to rise and meet his but they could never hope to keep up with Batman’s demanding thrusts. She clung to him and whimpered, the soft sounds rising in pitch as excitement, pleasure and the moment began to sweep her off of her feet.<br><br>How many women dreamed of this? How many women had those dark fantasies of being pinned to the hood of this car while being told to cum for the Batman? And she was doing it. She wasn’t in some fantasy inside her head, this was real. Bruce’s cock… Batman’s cock was demanding penance from her body. How could she dream to refuse?<br><br>Her sounds turned desperate as if the approaching orgasm was a threat. She twisted under him and began to lose rhythm as pleasure twisted through her and took over. There was no thought to the fact that they were in a parking garage, that there was a possibility of being discovered if she made too much of a racket. Sam came and she came hard. The powerful muscles deep inside her body clenched around him and pulsed as if forming a seal around his powerful cock and wanting nothing more than his own release to be pushed deep inside of her. Sam whimpered his name through the desperate gasps that flowed from her lips to his ear. Her lithe frame arched and danced beneath him, and her eyes locked on his face, watching through the heavy glow of passion and release.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 06:43:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The way that she clung to him, that her <em>entire body</em> clung to his own, was enough for the man without the mask.&nbsp; With a loud cry of ecstasy, he came, his cock throbbing in hard and fast spasms as the tip erupted with his semen.&nbsp; It filled her deeply, as she wanted, and his entire body shook from the pleasure of her tight cunt clutching to him and drawing him in deeper.&nbsp; His hands rose to her breasts, the gloved appendages squeezing them together tightly as though he were holding on for dear life.&nbsp; It seemed to last an eternity, the powerful orgasm, but eternity isn't measured in seconds.<br><br>When the overwhelming, mind-numbing release faded, the Batman breathed heavily, his fingers slowly uncurling from her tits.&nbsp; He pressed his lips to Sam's own, tasting them once again, his shaft still twitching as more small droplets of his seed leaked into her.&nbsp; He smiled, noticing the teeth marks on her neck, and the way her face was flushed with the heat of her own passionate release.&nbsp; She needed him as badly as he needed her, though for her own reasons, reasons he wasn't quite sure that he fully understood as of yet.<br><br>But at the moment, it didn't matter.&nbsp; All that mattered was the woman pinned beneath him, staring up at him with eyes that were a mix of lust and passion, of desire and trust for a man who dressed as a living shadow.&nbsp; He was a vigilante, and though his own moral code prevented him from killing, not everyone knew that.&nbsp; To some, he was as bad as the people he stopped....or worse.<br><br>He slowly pushed himself up and away from her, his slick cock sliding out from her wet hole.&nbsp; He began to redress, then slowly pulled her from the hood of the Batmobile.&nbsp; His arms enveloped her, and he held her close, kissing her once more.<br><br>"Was it worth the wait?" he asked, grinning, his dark eyes meeting her own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>24-05-2010, 07:51:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha's heart trembled in her chest just like her knees had before collapsing. There was something utterly primal about this man; being around Bruce reduced her to her basic instincts. She felt like a bitch in heat, a wench who could never get enough, even as he manhandled her and stepped away from the vigilante she always heard about. This man... she loved what he did to her. He was her first, this was true, but she wasn't so naive to believe that every sexual encounter would be as explosive as those with him. Bruce had a gift, he knew how to read and direct her as if he had created her sexual drive. And she loved it. She wanted him to have it.<br><br>Slowly his wet prick slid out of her tight cunt, filling the space between their heavy pants with a wet sound. The rush of warmth between her legs from his leaking juices further excited her already tender pussy, but it was with greed that she sat up and kissed him again, hands curling tightly into his newly replace cowl as if she could pull his dark hair beneath it. Batman pulled her closer, kissing deeper and once more Sam surrendered a moan into his mouth. <br><br>Was this worth the wait? "I feel as if I owe you now." She replied with a growing smirk, shifting those pale blues up to his face. She could get lost in his eyes. The thought was a warming one. "Are you going to make me wait another full week before I have you inside me again? Or will it be two this time?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>31-05-2010, 21:13:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Her question made him grin, but the underlying truth of it was what really struck him.&nbsp; He pulled away from her then, and began to redon his cape and cowl, and straighten the bits of his armor that had come undone during the hasty and heated fucking.&nbsp; Once more, he was the Batman again, all six foot of dark, foreboding vigilante, though his eyes betrayed the softness that she'd inspired within him.&nbsp; <br><br>"The wait was just as long for me..." he said, reaching down to his belt to depress the button that would kill the Batmobile's engine.&nbsp; It fell silent then, the rumbling engine fading into quiet, leaving them once more in the silent parking garage.&nbsp; "If only the criminals would stop coming out, you could have me any time you wanted to."&nbsp; He chuckled slightly, darkly even, and turned, moving away from the car.<br><br>"What about you, Sam?" he asked.&nbsp; "I could tell from your eagerness that it was a long wait.&nbsp; But what's been keeping you from trying to find me?&nbsp; With your connections, I'm sure you could get Gordon to shine the beacon to draw me in."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>01-06-2010, 08:10:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Samantha didn’t pull him back towards her; first of all she didn’t have a hope of physically moving the man, she would only end up hurting herself, but the point remained that she didn’t stop Bruce from pulling the pieces of his suit back in order so he would once again return to the persona of the bat. And she? Well… Sam’s clothes were scattered to where the vigilante threw them; her camisole was out in the middle of the parking garage, her jeans thrust under the batmobile when he had excitedly took her to the hood of the vehicle.<br><br>This wasn’t a complaint. No, far from it! It just took a little more time to gather the pieces and put them back in order.<br><br>The camisole had been her first prize, pulled over her head and shifted into place before she was kneeling beside the vehicle as he shut the engine off. She had to reach and stretch in order to grab her jeans. “You were my first, Spook.” She said simply, tugging the denim out from the belly of the beast. “And you’re my second. And for now… I’m content with that.” She began to step into her jeans, pulling them back into place and buttoned them. “I… didn’t want to disturb you. I don’t know your schedule; I didn’t know what you wanted. I thought about it but part of me wasn’t certain if my contacting you would be breaking some sort of test.”<br><br>She didn’t know where she stood with this man. Sure, lust was a powerful tool, and it felt good, but no contact from him for a week had made her begin to doubt herself. But, she was too proud and comfortable about her own person to doubt, or to truly worry about those childish thoughts of ‘no interest’ or ‘she did something wrong’. Truth was… hearing him admit that the wait had been too long was something of a balm. It made her feel better. It made her want to smile. “I already stole your identity.” Finally came her reply as she closed the distance between them, offering a crooked smile. “I didn’t want to hijack your time if you had no interest.” Catching up to him, Sam slid her hand down his arm to his wrist, holding it. “Can I have you tonight? Will you stay with me? I could use your warmth and presence to chase away those bad dreams that live under the bed.”
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Mr Self Destruct</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 05:37:32</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Batman watched as Sam came towards him, her crooked smile hiding the need of his presence.&nbsp; Her fingers wrapped around his own, and she held him, her eyes pleading for him to remain, almost as surely as her lips were.&nbsp; The vigilante held her gaze for a long moment, uncertainty flickering in his deep, blue eyes, until he merely nodded.&nbsp; He half-turned to face the Batmobile, and after pressing a small switch on his utility belt, the vehicle's armor shielding opened from hidden canisters on the underside of the vehicle.&nbsp; The panels of bullet proof and heat resistant shielding unhinged, then slid together, locking tightly.&nbsp; It was a precaution that was likely unnecessary, but one that he would not risk.<br><br>Then, he turned, leading her toward the elevator.&nbsp; As they entered, he pressed the button for her floor, and stood back while the elevator doors slid shut.&nbsp; How strange it must have been to her at that moment!&nbsp; The Batman, the Dark Knight himself, riding with her in a tiny box as the light jazz elevator music dimly slid through the speakers overhead.&nbsp; He said nothing, letting the silence linger, any awkwardness from the moment seeming to leave him unphased.&nbsp; He merely rode the floors higher and higher, content to remain silent.<br><br>When they finally reached her apartment, he was careful to check the halls before exiting the elevator.&nbsp; He didn't want any attention coming Sam's way, good or bad, and it certainly wouldn't help if he were seen entering her apartment, and being invited in, no less.&nbsp; Once they were safely inside, he waited for her to close the door, then asked the question that had been bugging him since she had asked him to stay.<br><br>"Who do you want, tonight Sam?" he asked.&nbsp; "The Batman...or the man beneath the cowl?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Welcome to Gotham. [Dark Clown]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Malrunar</strong> on <strong>08-06-2010, 07:28:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				It didn’t feel entirely too strange, though admittedly it was a little awkward at first. But it wasn’t as if Sam expected him to go outside and climb to her window for the dramatics, and at this hour, Sam knew with quite a flair of confidence that no one would be about in her apartment complex. At this hour everyone would be sleeping and it wasn’t exactly a full unit either. Just in case, however, she allowed Batman to make his checks and keep to his thoughts until they were safely tucked behind the door of her apartment, which she locked after the both of them were in.<br><br>His question confused her, which slowed quite clearly on her animated face. Samantha may be many things, but she couldn’t lie to save her life. And she had no reason to either. For a moment she contemplated his meaning before it dawned on her and her expression softened before her soft steps lead her away from the door and towards the masked man.<br><br>All the lights were off save for a single lamp in her bedroom, casting an amber glow through the living room that allowed slight details to shine through although not much. Maybe not for Batman, he probably had some specialized lenses that turned everything into daylight. Sam stopped when their toes were nearly touching, lifting one hand to cup the side of his jaw hidden from the cowl. “You.” Came her answer, frowning softly as if she couldn’t even imagine separating the two identities. There were differences certainly. The one, Bruce, had a reputation to live up to; he lived that life as an ego and a cover. The Batman was another life with another reputation, but they were still the same man. Each struggling to save the city, each having to follow a path in order to accomplish the greater goal, both were heroes in their own way.<br><br>The hand at his jaw stroked, before finding the edge of his cowl, hesitating long enough for permission, before sliding it off of his face. “I just want you.”
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