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Click hereBruce interrupted again. "Not worth the effort. That was a trick, I expect, to keep you from chasing after them. The money's long gone." He shrugged. "As well in their hands as Lex's, I suppose. Perhaps better: they'll use it to lie low for a while. They'll be off their guard when I come for them."
He rose. "Get some more rest. I'll have Alfred fix you something for later. We're going after the Riddler tonight; be ready to move by eleven."
He moved to the door. Tim, shocked, said "But Bruce! What about... I mean, them, and me, and... and the code, and all."
Bruce stopped, but didn't turn. Looking at the wall, he spoke, more quietly now. "The work that we do imposes certain stresses on us. We can't do what we do if we're not tightly wound, and our more relentless adversaries couldn't do what they do if they weren't the result of psychological pressures themselves. Occasionally, when we meet, our psyches push against each other just so, provoking a reaction. Both sides feel it."
He paused. "I'm disappointed, but not angry. This sort of thing comes with the territory. You're not the first, or even the third. Ask Dick about Talia sometime, or Barbara about Nygma." He paused again, his shoulders tensing. "Or me about Selena." Tim swallowed in surprise. "Try to keep it from happening again," Bruce continued. "If you do feel the need to... blow off some steam"—Tim goggled at the euphemism—"let me know. I can make some arrangements. Until then, channel it into your work. It's the best fuel there is for what we do."
He left before Tim could reply. Tim settled backwards into his bed, stunned. That was an awful lot of food for thought. Bruce and Selena? Wow. 'Blow off some steam?' Bruce was usually far too literal for metaphors. Most of all: 'make some arrangements?' What was that about? The mind boggled at the possibilities.
For the moment, though, he meant to take Bruce up on his instructions and get some more rest. His last thoughts as he went to sleep were about his luck. Had he had two pieces of luck today, or three? He couldn't tell.
- COMMENTS
dirtynerdyfangirlalmost 11 years agoI really enjoyed the scenes between Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy. I am a huge supporter of their relationship. I was also relieved that there was no sex involving Batman. I respect him too much, reading about him getting it on is not something I could do, it is really a turn off. You also did Pamela and Harley's personalities and mannerisms justice. Great job
SomeGuyNamedKevinover 12 years agoMasterful storytelling in every way. One of the best erotic stories ive read anywhere.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI'm not usually the kind for this type of fic, but this was excellently written. Props on a job well done :)
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI loved it! It read like a genuine DC Comics novella, I can't wait to see if Robin does feel the need to blow off some steam, and the "arrangements" Batman makes.
