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Batman: Trials of the Amazons - 1
🕑 Added 2025-03-12 03:30:48 +0000 UTCWayne Manor loomed large, gray stone towers rising against the night sky. High above, the moon was shrouded in dark clouds, casting the hill in eerie shadow. The cool autumn breeze swept through it all, making the trees come alive with movement, whistling low and ghostly through leafless branches.
A dark fortress for a dark knight.
Diana felt no dread. She was welcome here.
She walked the stone steps all the way up to the front doors, slabs of intricately carved wood, each set with a knocking ring of solid brass. Diana reached for one… but the door creaked open before she could touch it.
A familiar face greeted her, stoic, stony… yet flickering with pleasant surprise at the sight of her. It took a moment for him to recognize her, she saw. It made sense - most of her visits had her dressed in full Amazonian garb. Tonight, Diana was in civilian dress. Blue jeans, leather jacket over simple shirt, stylish boots. Still capable of turning heads, she noted with a grin, remembering the looks she got on the way over.
“Miss Prince.” Alfred Pennyworth pulled the door open all the way, standing aside for her. “A pleasure to see you. Master Bruce never told me you were coming-”
Diana moved in, brushing past Alfred with a warm smile.
“It’s a surprise visit.” She told him, winking.
“Ah.” The butler closed the door shut, locking it. “He’ll be thrilled to have you, I’m sure. Would you like me to escort you-?”
“No need, Alfred. I know the way.” Diana took in the dim atmosphere of the foyer, noting both its darkness… and, astonishingly, its coziness. She glanced Alfred’s way, giving the man a nod. “But thank you.”
“Of course, Miss Prince.”
Alfred gave a bow and departed back to his duties. There was no need to follow her. She was a trusted ally.
Diana went on, moving deeper into the halls of Wayne Manor. The way was down, down into that damned cave that the Batman called home. But on the way, Diana found herself stopping for something that caught her eye. A portrait hanging high on the wall.
It was of the Wayne Family. Bruce’s family, immortalized in oil and paint. Thomas Wayne, the surgeon billionaire, the man who tried to give back to Gotham - Diana could see where Bruce got his jaw, his brow, his nose, his sturdy, masculine presence. Bruce couldn’t have been older than ten, looking so bright and innocent sitting in his mother’s lap. But the figure that truly caught Diana’s eye was the mother herself, Martha.
Brown hair styled short, down to her shoulders, soft and feminine, framing the elegant lines of her face. She was smiling, proud, content. So much detail in the paint. She was matronly, regal, beautiful, all at the same time - it reminded Diana of her own mother, Hippolyta.
Diana observed the portrait for a moment longer. A woman, her husband, and the son they made together. She felt the warmth through the paint. She felt the love of family.
The anxiety that twisted in her belly was hers alone.
Diana smothered it and continued on. Amazons did not feel fear. Amazons did not feel doubt.
- - -
It didn’t take long to find her way down to the batcave. There she came upon Bruce. Amidst the trophies of battles won and suits of years past, off to the side from the batcomputer, he sat at a workbench, tinkering in silence.
He was dressed casually - dark sweatpants and an athletics shirt. The fabric was snug to his torso, offering up the clear shape of his back, his shoulders, his arms. Solid muscle sweeping against the material, stretching it taut. Diana watched the faint shifting of his body as he worked, watching the muscles tense and flex ever so faintly.
He was beautiful in the way men were, Diana found. Solid and sturdy and strong, but there was elegance there too. The discipline was clear to see, as well as the determination - the effort it must have taken him, a mortal man, to turn his body into the temple it was. Diana had to admire him - both his spirit and his body.
The Amazon strode up, her confidence, her resolve growing with each step. It had to. She came here for a reason - and she refused to leave a failure.
Diana peeled off her jacket, setting it over the back of the batcomputer chair. The Huntress moved on her target. Closer. Closer.
“Slow night?” She asked softly, coming to let her backside rest against the edge of his desk. The cold metal bit into the softness of her body, but Diana was unbothered. Bruce’s eyes flickered down for a moment - a good sign.
He’d obviously heard her coming, with how unsurprised he looked. He set his tools down, the new batarang model now forgotten as he turned his chair to face her.
“More and more as of late.” Bruce answered, rising.
“Isn’t that a good thing?” Diana didn’t move, forcing him to brush against her as he moved by. She could feel the heat of his body through the fabric of his clothes.
“Of course.” Bruce was wiping his hands with a rag now, getting rid of the grime and the oil. He tossed it aside. “Any night that doesn’t need the Batman is a good night.
“But…?” Diana crossed her arms. Again, satisfaction stirred within at the flicker of the man’s gaze.
There was a glint in Bruce’s icy blue eyes as he mulled over his words. Pleased to see her, clearly. But also curious. Diana could work with curious.
“I have to keep myself busy.” He admitted, gesturing towards the workstation, then towards the sparring mats at the far end of the cave. “Don’t want to lose my edge. Mind or body.”
There was an edge to his voice, too. Diana couldn’t miss it. Nor could she miss the way he was looking at her now. They both knew she wasn’t just there to drop by.
She pushed off the desk, moving towards him. A little extra sway to her hips as she moved. Her eyes were on his, full of daring and intent.
“Hmm. Well, now that I’m here…” She let her smile grow, let him see the desire in her gaze. “I can help you with at least one of those things.”
The distance between them had all but disappeared. He was tall for a mortal man - only an inch taller than herself at 6’5. And his body was so warm, his blood running so hot under his pale skin. Her hands traveled over his chest, feeling that solid muscle. Bruce let out a little groan, his breath pouring out hot against her lips.
“It’s good to see you, Diana.” He said.
“I’m sure it is.” The Amazon Princess hummed. Her hands continued their path over his shoulders, her arms sliding around the back of his neck. Drawing his face closer. She looked right into his eyes, hunger out in the open now. “Now, if you’re done playing with your toys…”
- - -
They never made it to the master bedroom. They never even made it out of the batcave.
Diana dragged him to the floor once they reached the sparring mats. It was as good a place to slake her lusts as any. There, the Amazon took her fill of her mortal lover. Again and again until the ache between her legs was stoked to a delicious blaze, lighting her body aflame from the inside out. And until Bruce was lying beneath her, groaning from entwined exertion and pleasure.
His body was so hot, his muscles so hard, his skin so smooth - save for the scars, of course. She drew her hands over the broad slab that was his chest, tracing the marks left by battle with her fingernails. Settled nicely in his lap, with his hard cock buried in the slick tightness of her cunt, Diana rocked her hips slowly.
She’d already coaxed a couple offerings of seed from his balls, now working on her third. Bruce had acquitted himself admirably, as he always did - dragging her down into ecstasy alongside him, despite her superhuman stamina. A heroic effort from a mortal man. It was only right that she matched his determination.
Diana rocked her hips again, shivering as she felt Bruce’s shaft drag through her heated sex. He swelled inside her, twitching against the tightness - somehow filling her up to the point of delicious pain. Her cunt ached so wonderfully that she wanted to shriek. But Diana bit her tongue, groaning softly instead. She sank down onto Bruce’s lap, her buttocks slapping onto his firm thighs.
Bruce was let out a sound, much less elegant than Diana’s. A harsh, rasping grunt. Sounding more like a beast than a man. He certainly looked the part - black hair swept into a mess, blue eyes burning with lust, face pinched and red with exertion.
Diana kept her hands planted on his chests. Kept him pinned. She rose and sank down onto his cock again, humming at the feel of his cock stabbing deep. She felt him twitch again, and her cunt gripped tight in response. White fire between her legs. So succulent it made her shiver.
The Amazon let out a sigh. She looked down into her lover, watching the pleasure etch itself on his face.
“Need a breather?”
“I can go a couple more rounds.” Bruce boasted - breathlessly, Diana noted.
She let out a quiet laugh. Lifting herself up until she was balanced on the man’s lap, skewered right on his long, fat cock. He twitched again, jerking inside her. Each thrum stroking the nerves there into a frenzied delight.
“Only a couple?” She teased.
It was Bruce’s turn to sigh. He could do nothing but lie there, pinned beneath her. His hands came up, sliding over her hips. A small semblance of control.
“I’m only human.” He said.
Diana raised a brow. She rocked her hips some, earning a hiss from the man - and a blossom of sensation spreading through her cunt.
“Says the man who runs around at night, jumping off of rooftops.” Diana huffed. She kept her pace slow, deliberate. Dragging the pleasure on. The effect was clear on Bruce’s face. “If you want, I can go a little easier on you.”
That earned her a look. As stoic as the man tried to be, Bruce had his pride. But that was why she loved him.
“Says the Amazon. And no thanks.” One of the damnable smirks crept across his face. The fire in his eyes burned brighter now. “You know I like the challenge.”
Diana had to admire the man’s spirit - so bold, even in the face of Amazonian lust. She obliged him vigorously.
She drew her legs up, balancing on her feet. Lifting up, up, up the length of his manhood - then dropping back down, down, down. Impaling herself onto that monstrous stalk of hardened, swollen meat. She felt every inch of him, every little bump and bulging vein, felt all of it dragging against her silken walls as it stabbed into her core. Gods, she was seeing stars when her ass slapped upon his thighs. A fireblossom burned in her belly, spreading out, burning through flesh and nerve. She was trembling, quivering around him. The ache was exquisite.
Then, with her blessed stamina, she lifted herself off of him - savoring the feeling of his cock sawing out of her cunt - before dropping down all over again. Bruce let out a weary grunt. Diana, though, was moaning. Moaning whorishly. Again. She did it again. And again. And again. Faster as she went, eager for more. More of that bliss and that splendid ache.
She felt him twitching within her folds, swelling even thicker, stretching her to the point of madness. She was shrieking when Bruce finally came. And the sheer delight of his scalding hot seed flooding through her sex had the Amazon tumbling over the edge with him. Her throat was raw and sore when she finally came down from that high of ecstasy. Hera, the way she’d screamed… they had to have heard her all the way back in Themyscira.
Diana fell forward, draping herself over Bruce’s spent form. She let out a tiny moan as the echoes of their joining still thrummed through her body. Sweet ripples through her flesh, her veins, her nerves. His cock was wilting now, though still half-hard. It felt nice nestled within her. Right where it belonged.
For a time, they both remained like that. Lying together on the sparring mat, naked bodies entwined. The cool air of the cave ghosted over her damp skin. But Diana didn’t mind. She was content to rest upon Bruce’s bare chest, listening to the sound of him breathing.
“How are the boys?” She found herself asking after a long silence.
Bruce stirred slightly beneath her, the movement allowing his now-soft cock to draw from her sex. Diana felt some of his seed dribble out with it, spilling along her inner thigh.
“They’re all doing fine.” Bruce let out a sigh, one thick arm coming to wrap around the small of Diana’s back. She squirmed a little against his touch. “Dick’s holding his own in Bludhaven, working closely with Barbara.”
“Working closely.” Diana snorted. “I’m sure.”
Bruce let out a chuckle… but pointedly didn’t comment.
“Tim tells me his professors have been great. No boring classes, thank god. Good environment up in Gotham State. Much better than when I attended. Damien’s doing better in school.”
Diana shifted atop Bruce again, looking at him curiously.
“His grades were slipping?”
Bruce shook his head.
“His grades have always been excellent. I meant he’s doing better socializing. He’s making friends. There’s this girl in his science class…”
Diana broke into a snicker. She pressed a kiss to Bruce’s chest, her eyes alight with mirth.
“Of course there is.”
Bruce was chuckling as well. If there was any man who understood the appeal of female company, it was the so-called Prince of Gotham. The laughter died down and there was silence between them again. Diana enjoyed the pleasant warmth of his hand drawing slowly over her back.
“Jason came to visit. We talked.” He told her after a moment.
Diana rose slowly. Propped up on her hands, she looked down at Bruce, studying his face, his eyes. The dealings with Jason Todd had always been… touchy, at best.
“That’s good. Isn’t it?”
Bruce looked up into the darkness of the cave ceiling, his jaw working in thought. He took in a slow, deep breath.
“He’s not nearly as angry as he was. The fact that he left without a shouting match was a good sign. Slow progress. But it’s better than nothing. Even after everything, he’s still family.”
Family. The word echoed in Diana’s head. A reminder of the reason she came here.
There was warmth in her heart then. A different sort of warmth than what she’d felt between her legs. This one was softer, light, fluttering rather than piercing through her insides. Making her feel like she did when she was flying.
“You’re a good father, Bruce.” She said softly, reaching up to brush some of his dark locks from his eyes. “You might not feel like it, but you are.”
Bruce’s expression changed - curiosity ruled now. He said nothing, looking unsure of what to say. That was good. Diana took the opening.
“I didn’t just come to talk.” She admitted.
“Obviously not.” His tone was wry. She caught the faintest of twitches at the corner of his mouth.
“I meant… I came to ask something of you.”
Diana rose further, sitting in his lap. Bruce followed, propping himself up with his arms. He looked up at her, looking even more curious now. Curious… and concerned.
“Anything. Always. You know that.”
Relief came fluttering through… but it couldn’t completely smother the faint flavor of nervousness. She was the Princess of the Amazons, Diana had to remind herself.
Amazons did not feel fear. Amazons did not feel doubt.
She forced the question out.
“I came to ask… If you would accompany me to Themyscira.”
For a split second, Diana watched the emotions flicker across Bruce’s face. Confusion. Relief. Excitement. And through it all, curiosity remained.
“Sure.” He answered, grinning. “But why?”
“We have a connection, don’t we?” Diana asked, running her fingers gently over his cheek.
“Absolutely.”
Diana’s heart fluttered at the conviction in his voice. Like steel. Joy and nerves spiraled together in her belly. She bit her lip.
“I… want to take the next step. I want you to meet my family.” She told him.
Bruce blinked, lips parting for no words. His brow pinched into a dark line.
“I’ve already met-”
She kissed him. A soft peck on the lips.
“Not like that. It’s a ceremony. Official.” She explained. Another kiss.
She pulled back, reading his face again. Another flurry of emotions. To her relief, he didn’t look against it.
“A wedding ceremony?” He tested.
“Nothing so serious. But I want to be with you. To really be with you. And we Amazons have traditions…”
Those traditions would push her beloved Bruce to his absolute physical limits - though she couldn’t tell him that just yet. But Diana wasn't worried - she had first hand knowledge of his prowess in battle… and in bed.
“Okay.” Bruce agreed. Plain and blunt, in the way Bruce often was. Yet that simple word had Diana's heart brimming with joy. “I’ll do it. Whatever it is, I’ll do it.”
Diana broke into a smile, as bright as smiles came. In her belly, excitement coiled, spinning and spinning until she was feeling weightless again. She drew Bruce in for another kiss. This one was longer, deeper. She let her affection pour into his mouth. And he met her energy with his own, hunger devouring the love she offered with her tongue.
Soon enough, his cock was surging to life again. Hard and swollen and pressing into her naked belly.
When Diana broke away, she was panting, giggling. She couldn’t help it.
“You won’t mind leaving Gotham for a few days?”
“I’ll make some calls. But it should be fine.” Bruce’s voice was husky now. Needy.
Diana could feel his manhood thrumming between them, the shaft faintly twitching from the blood pumping through. She took the rod in her hand, slowly, slowly dragging her fingers along the length of him. Making him groan.
“We leave tomorrow then.” She whispered against his lips. Her fingers closed tightly around his shaft. “For now, though… I have you all to myself.”
She stroked his cock, her hand working faster now.
Somehow, Bruce found it in him to chuckle. He bucked his hips up into Diana’s hand.
“Don’t threaten me with a good time.”
Comments
Vega
You've got the talent my man! Looking forward to the next part.
ryswell
The talented artist himself! Glad you're enjoying the story!
Vega
Great read so far!
Franz Sanders
Yes, I was referring to The Pleasure of Poison. Thank you for the response! Have a pleasant night!
ryswell
Glad you enjoyed the opening for this new project. If you're referring to The Pleasure of Poison, then yes, there will be F/F and M/F/F content sprinkled throughout that one.
Franz Sanders
Well, this is a pleasant surprise. Looking forward to seeing how this goes! On a side note (and sorry if this comes across as rude, that’s not my intent), will your Gotham City Sirens work have Yuri & threesomes in it? I think that’d be awesome, but IIRC the AO3 page for it implies more a series of one-on-ones.
