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Hey everyone! Here is another addition to the Chronicles. I hope you have been enjoying the ride so far. Thank you for all your awesome feedback!
Thanks to Geekstress for the beta. I hope you get a Batman of the right height. ;)
Four: Fast and Dangerous
After a brief flash of light, Diana had been directly beamed into the Batcave.
The soft pitter-patter of her bare feet walking across the cold floor was all that could be heard in the enormous dark expanse. Within seconds, she was standing at the entrance to the cozier and somewhat warmer training room.
Bruce was already there, sitting on the floor cross-legged.
"I was beginning to think you weren't going to come," Bruce said before she announced her arrival..
"Miss out on an opportunity to help train the Batman? Hardly," she bemused slyly.
Bruce smirked while raising himself to a standing position. "Naturally."
They were both adorned in loose fitting clothing, much to Diana's dismay. There wasn't much of Bruce to look at when he was covered up. It was a fact she dealt with on a regular basis since she only usually saw him during missions or when he was aboard the Watchtower. Still, the plain black t-shirt and matching sweatpants embraced his form like a tailored designer tuxedo.
Realizing she was staring at him with the intention to mentally disrobe him, she quickly looked up at his face. "Do you have your weapons ready?"
"Of course." Bruce walked over to the closest wall and opened a camouflaged drawer, unveiling an arrangement of neatly organized swords, ninja stars and various other sharp pointy objects. It was enough to make any renowned weapons master drool.
Bruce gingerly picked out two matching katanas and threw one to Diana. She caught it in mid-air.
Moving toward the center, while tucking a stray lock of hair that had rebelliously pulled away from her bun, she readied herself. Diana decidedly wore a long, blood-red tunic with flowing cotton trousers. Both were perfectly fitted for the sparring session about to take place.
Bruce joined her in the center of the room but then turned to face the opposite direction. In response to this, Diana followed suit and walked backwards until their backs met.
Diana stifled a girlish giggle after she felt Bruce's butt touching hers.
With that, Bruce tapped the floor with his sword, signaling the start of the session.
Together they whipped around and the small room's acoustics were put to the test as a sharp 'CLANG' of blades engaging resonated around them. With two hands firmly wrapped around the hilt, Bruce pressed down onto her blade, but Diana pulled away and started a barrage of attacks.
At first, they seemed evenly matched. Parry for parry, evade for evade.
Bruce traded feints with his opponent, but was sure to appraise her skills. "You're very good."
Diana had twirled around and caught Bruce's blade with her own, halting their progress momentarily.
"I'm in shock. Was that a compliment?"
Bruce's answer only came in the form of a sly smirk.
Despite Diana's excellent form and fancy footwork, Bruce naturally had no trouble keeping up with her. Soon their spar of exchanging thrusts and blows become lightning fast -- almost impossible to follow.
Diana couldn't help admiring his limitless talent and she assuredly knew he would be a match for any of her sisters. But she decided to keep that tidbit to herself.
With sheer luck on his side, Bruce managed to cut through her defenses and she somersaulted out of harm's way.
Silently both she and Bruce rethought their strategy. Now back at his initial position, Bruce crouched down and tapped his blade. He was waiting.
Diana assumed an en garde position while gearing up for an attack.
Knowing that he wasn't planning on moving from his spot, and while ignoring the mischievous glint in his eyes, Diana charged forward as Bruce remained in the crouched position. Her attack was on the offensive and she had quickly deduced that he would evade with a classic return, but her next motion was a vicious overhand movement. Something he wouldn't be accustomed to.
Now she was imagining her blade in close proximity to his throat, thus making her the victor for round one.
But nothing with Bruce went according to plan. She should have figured that out long ago.
As she came forward, Bruce, who happened to be alarmingly fast on his feet for a mere mortal, maneuvered sideways, and all together avoided Diana's oncoming attack.
But he wasn't quite finished.
In a swift stroke of his hand, Bruce's blade danced across her right shoulder. Diana halted in her tracks as she heard a soft rip. With that, Bruce chuckled and resumed to waiting on his haunches as both he and Diana watched scarlet material float to the floor.
It was only a sleeve, no harm done. Still, Diana felt annoyed. "That was an illegal move."
He raised a brow. "Actually it wasn't. You're just a sore loser." His ghost of a smile widened as he saw the fury in her eyes.
She coiled up tightly in anger but didn't verbalize her dislike for his comment.
He may be sexy in his stupid sweats, but ....
Now she was far from annoyed. He had hardly done anything that could be regarded as sexy. If you didn't count breathing, blinking, smiling, talking...
Nevertheless, her mind had betrayed her once again.
Diana drew her sword up close to her body and moved into a defensive stance. Bruce stood up and dragged his blade through the air in a swift motion and he pointed it at her.
In a silent agreement, their spar resumed.
But this time around, the ending came much faster as Diana was now out for blood.
In an even softer ripping noise, Diana's sword caught the hem of Bruce's tee and proceeded to slice upwards toward his shoulder. Soon the majority of his shirt was hanging by mere shreds. Some of which had already fallen onto the floor.
Diana gave him a sultry smile. "Who's the sore loser now?"
Bruce remained calm, but Diana clearly noted how he suddenly looked quite devilish. And she was quick to understand why.
He slowly and deliberately tore off the remainder of his shirt, exposing his entire chest, torso and... and.... Diana tried regaining her thoughts. Oh Hera. Not again.
And his sweatpants were hanging so low on his hips.
Diana was already rapidly wondering if he was, in fact, wearing any... under garments.
She also was quick to notice that his skin was glistening and shimmery from the slight build up of sweat. There was also a vein ever so slightly protruding from his neck that she was now itching to touch.
In a ridiculously fast move, Bruce restarted their fight. It almost took Diana off-guard as it broke her from her reverie.
Thrust after thrust, Bruce moved silently forward, backing the unprepared Diana into a corner. She hadn't realized at first that he was pulling the same move on her. And before she could parry the superb alignment of his blade, Diana's tunic was in shreds.
At that, he laughed heartily and walked back to the center of the room, giving her the space needed to realize what had just taken place.
She thanked any deity that listened to her that she had decided upon wearing a bra.
Diana's chest was heaving in surprise as she stared down at the red mess of material. That was her best tunic. Had been.
She looked up at him, fully expecting an apology. But looking up had been the first of many mistakes.
The weight of Bruce's stare was beginning to be too heavy to withstand. And being fully aware of how unclothed they were wasn't helping her mind in the slightest.
"So. Does this mean... I've won?" He finally blurted out.
Diana could barely focus as she watched him bite his lower lip.
Still, Diana straightened her posture, pushed disorderly thoughts aside, and shook her head. "I believe not."
Damn her competitive streak! She should have been ashamed of exposing herself like that in front him. But it was only a bra, she figured. And her Wonder Woman costume did little more of covering her...
Bruce now looked coy. "But all that's left is our pants."
Oh Aphrodite. Why was he doing this to her?
"Does this mean you give up?" She asked defiantly.
Bruce ignored her and walked slowly back towards her, blade low to the ground.
His eyes were fixed on hers and before too long, his mouth was only inches from her own. "I want to you to know something."
Diana swallowed hard and tried not to be affected by the awkward position he had put her in.
Bruce moved in closer. His lips were practically touching her ear lobe. Diana felt herself go lightheaded as she became consumed by the heat radiating off his bare chest. She was also failing to push the thought aside of her breasts brushing up against his pectorals.
"I'm not wearing any underwear," he whispered.
Diana tried desperately not to let out a small gasp, but it happened anyway. She expected him to move away after he had confessed that specific information. But he didn't. And she made no move to leave either.
After he had lightly but somewhat aggressively bit into her neck, it was all over for her. Her sword slipped out of her grasp and fell to the floor.
"Diana?" He asked after disengaging from their physical contact.
"Hmmm?" She muttered dreamily.
"You just dropped your sword. That means I won."
Diana became wide-eyed as she watched him walk away.
"Why you little..." she seethed.
He only smirked. "Fancy some hand-to-hand now?"