Author: Tarafina PM
They were both just waiting for the moment they could escape... Chloe/BruceRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chloe S. & Bruce W./Batman - Words: 482 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 1 - Published: 11-07-08 - Status: Complete - id: 4641193
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Title: Dark Havens
Category: Batman: TDK/Smallville (Crossover)
Prompt: Masks by svgurl
Word Count: 440
Summary: They were both just waiting for the moment they could escape...
Their everyday lives were riddled with disaster, danger, and fear; for the world, each other, their own souls at times. But when all was shed - his Kevlar suit discarded, her Watchtower duties finished, and their masks came off - it was just them. They could forget, even for a fraction of a moment, that the city of Gotham depended on them daily, that the rest of the world might call on them at any second. They could pretend that they were normal; just two people in love, sharing a moment, forgetting everything but the chill of the room hugging their naked bodies in its empty solitude.
The curtains were purposely thick, so heavy that they pushed out every ray of light until it seemed like a permanent cloud of night collected in their bedroom. The bed was large, giant compared to most. The bedposts nearly reached the ceiling, the wood frame stronger than the usual to sustain sharp movements and a heavily muscled body that enjoyed using its entirety to splay his wife across. Black silk sheets that cooled their heated skin as they lay panting, glistening, thrumming from shared euphoric pleasure.
The only light in these moments came from the flickering fire on the far side of the room, lighting his and her features for eyes to take in familiar planes of faces and bodies. There were no sounds but the sparks of the fire, the sheer ecstasy of each of her whimpering moans, the growl at the back of his throat that made her bones quake, her thighs shake, her entire body jerk forward. The people no longer existed; the needy, the survivors, the expectant were put out of their minds. Their redemption was found here, where masks were no longer used, truth and honesty replacing the dark desire to be saviors; heroes. Here he marked her skin with his teeth; mine. She scored his back, his shoulders, his waist with her nails; mine. Their hands fell together, entwined, a bond that couldn't be overridden, undervalued, mistaken.
Tomorrow, when morning rose, the fire went out, they'd step out of their haven and back into the world. They'd place their masks back on their faces; the reporter wife of Bruce Wayne, out to save the world through Gotham Gazette by day, Watchtower of the Justice League by night. And Bruce Wayne, billionaire and owner of Wayne Enterprises by day, the Batman by night, ridding the injustices swarming Gotham streets. They would do their jobs, live their destinies, each waiting for the moment they could escape back to their room, to each other, to the maskless comfort of their lover's embrace.