The Amazon & The Escape Artist
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neonchameleon, although departed a bit from the actual request... Written quick and dirty, as much as writing Scott's escapes ever can be. Prolly needs some more attention later. This started out as just sex and ended up with no actual sex at all, and more Bruce/Diana than I'd intended.
The Amazon & The Escape Artist
NC-17
Diana gets hot and bothered over a new face on the Watchtower, Bruce plays matchmaker in his Batman-like way. Smacks of Scott/Bruce and very especially Diana/Barda.
Set in the DCAU, during Justice League season two.
The Amazon
Diana watched the tall woman walk onto the Watchtower, and stopped in her tracks. She breathlessly looked over the expanse of lean skin in armoured attire that left little to the imagination, even as she carried a weapon with the bearing that let her know that she knew how to use it. She flipped smooth black hair over her shoulders and looked over at Diana with striking blue eyes and a challenging expression that shifted into... something else.
It was then that Diana noticed there was a man walking next to the stranger, in bright yellow and green, that didn't share her size, but certainly her confidence.
The woman leaned down to the man, setting a hand on his shoulder and whispering something unheard across the hall, and she realized that she was now very obviously staring, and looked away as she continued walking.
She did, however, glance back behind her. The stranger was glancing back, too, and their eyes met again. Diana tried for a friendly smile, and got a wink in response; she quickly looked forward, but not quickly enough to run right into Batman as she rounded a corner.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, a bit flustered, but quickly regaining her wits.
"You weren't looking where you were going," he said, tipping his head up just a bit and looking amused.
"I'll endeavor to be more careful in the future."
He looked past her pointedly, then back with a raised eyebrow.
"She's quite something, isn't she?" he said unexpectedly.
"I don't believe I've seen her before."
"Her name is Barda Free; with her husband, Scott. Mister Miracle."
"I see."
He shook his head a bit, but she was still a bit too ruffled to really mind as she continued back to her quarters.
She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off the tiara, setting it next to her and running her fingers through her hair, arching up as it brushed across her back. The rest of her armour came off, and she slid her hands down her waist, taking off the rest of her uniform and neatly setting it all in a pile.
The frustration of the long time since her last closeness with another woman came through, and her hand slid back down again, the other cupping her breast, squeezing it gently, as she began rolling her clitoris through her fingers, exploring around it and relaxing her thighs further apart.
Her fingers became slick as she pushed them over the sensitive skin and inside herself slowly, making a small noise of pleasure as the image of the stranger... Barda... flickered through her mind and there was a hot flush in her loins.
Diana's legs stiffened against the side of the bed as she came, letting out a soft moan and pressing her hand hard against herself until the tingling waves of sensation abated, and she was left with the hot feeling of sweat where her skin had been touching the fabric of her blankets.
She let out a long, content sigh and got up, quickly redressing. Diana took a quick shower, and with her hair still wet against her shoulders, went up to the cafeteria to satisfy a different kind of hunger in her belly.
It being an odd time of the day, there were few people eating; one table in particular caught her attention. Batman was eating... actually eating with Barda and Scott Free in the corner. He gave her a subtly challenging look, and she pursed her lips at him playfully, grabbing a tray and loading it with salad and pasta, walking over confidently.
"May I?"
Batman gestured at the empty seat with a smirk around the edges of his mouth.
"Scott, Barda, Diana of Themyscira."
"Wonder Woman," Scott said, with a distantly familiar accent on his tongue, "an honour."
"Indeed, I've seen much of your exploits," Barda said, her voice rich and velvety.
Diana maintained something of a noble bearing as they chatted lightly, with little input from Batman, but that was hardly surprising. Scott recalled being very impressed by her intervention in the Kaznian situation recently, glad that someone had taken the initiative against another attempt at the creation of an oppressive regime on Earth.
She was surprised to learn that he was Highfather's son, recounting a bit of her meeting him, understanding why he hadn't stayed, despite the majesty of New Genesis. But she was even more surprised to learn that they had both grown up under the rule of Darkseid.
"We live on Earth now. Scott has been touring, and I have been assisting him," Barda clarified. "Sometimes we stay in one place, but it has been some years."
"Perhaps you'd like to come," Scott said, "I can certainly admit you without charge."
"I would love to."
They finished, and Scott gave her a time and place for his next show; she gave her the promise she would be there.
Diana watched Batman walk beside Scott and Barda away from her down the metal corridor, and genuinely looked forward to the opportunity.
* * *
The Escape Artist
Diana arrived to the show grounds a bit late, having been held up by a hurricane evacuation; she was wearing a black skirt and a simple white shirt, and hoped she wouldn't cause the stir she occasionally did at public gatherings. She'd avoided such events for that reason, but this time, it didn't seem to be a concern.
Everyone was already seated, in stadium-style seats around a grassy hill overlooking empty land, with a large tent set up over all of it. And their attention was all focused forward, where Barda and a small white-haired man were securing Scott in chains against the front of a cannon.
She took a seat reserved for her near the front, not taking her eyes off the scene; Barda was dressed in brief metal again, with her hair adorned in matching clips holding it away from her face, stepping back with a broad smile and a touch of flair in an outstretched arm as they finished their work.
The crowd took in a breath as Barda lit the fuse and stood back, her hands on her hips and a confidant smile on her face.
"I wouldn't worry."
Diana looked next to her in response to the familiar baritone; Bruce was watching Scott with an amused smirk.
"I didn't know you'd be here."
"Shh." He gestured forward with his head, and she followed his gaze.
The fuse was burning down, and she couldn't see any movement from Scott; in spite of herself, she gripped the edge of the armrest a little tighter.
The cannon fired with an explosive roar, and the audience gasped; but when the smoke cleared, it turned to roaring applause. Scott stood off to one side, grinning and waving. The small man handed him a microphone, and he began to address the crowd with enthusiasm.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you to Oberon for his introduction, and my lovely wife for her assistance," he said, gesturing towards her with the sweep of an arm the pulled back his green cape with a flourish. "I have a few more positions of great peril to place myself in for your entertainment, but do know; the real stunt, the most deadly of my career, will be saved for last."
He bowed, with one extended arm and one bent over his chest and handed the microphone back to Oberon, who continued a lively narration as Scott was strapped into yet more traps; a barrage of knives, escape from a canister welded shut and crushed in Barda's hands, and more perils that truly wowed those watching.
Diana had almost forgotten about Bruce, but when Barda and Scott began setting up the final stunt, he reminded her.
"So, what do you think?"
"They're amazing. I mean, he is... quite talented."
"Yes, that he is," Bruce said, a bit more softly than she was used to his tone ever being.
"How do you know them?"
"I appreciate talent," he replied dryly, and she raised an eyebrow.
But the grassy stage had recaptured the attention of both of them then.
Scott was already secured in chains, and Barda closed a device that locked with wrapping bands and more heavy chains on the outside, and Oberon doused the entire thing with liquid nitrogen.
None of it seemed particularly safe, and less so when the loud whirring of helicopter blades became audible over the hill, and a tank suspended from heavy chains became visible.
"We had some left over from an acquisition, and I wasn't about to sell them for warmaking," Bruce murmured next to her.
Diana nodded absently, and watched the large helicopter position itself over Scott as Barda and Oberon stepped back some distance.
Again, she gripped the edge of her armrest and bit her lip as the chains released, sending the tank in a rapid descent, where it hit the ground, and Scott's encasement, with a reverberating thud the sickening rending of steel.
The crowd let out a another loud, synchronous gasp, and Diana leaned forward a bit in her seat.
Bruce chuckled, and she looked back at him in disbelief. He merely pointed forward again; Scott stepped out from behind the debris with both hands held high and triumph showing from behind his yellow mask.
The audience roared in cheers, whistles, and applause, and Diana followed suit, laughing.
"You knew he was unharmed," she said over the din.
"Of course."
Scott bowed deeply, followed by Barda and Oberon in their own.
The audience began to file out, and Scott was busy signing autographs for a crowding group of fans, while Barda and Oberon began collecting the chains, locks, and other equipment that hadn't been outright destroyed together in crates.
Bruce extended his elbow, looking at Diana with an expectant smirk. She took it in one hand, and they walked down to greet the two. Diana was introduced to Oberon, as Bruce leaned down to shake hands with him heartily, then gave Barda an unexpected hug.
"Entertaining as always," he said as they came apart.
"Yes, indeed. Your husband is very gifted," Diana said, beaming.
When Barda leaned down a bit took her shoulders gently, and kissed her cheek then, Diana's eyes flew open wide, but she smiled and returned the kiss on the cheekbone, taking in the spicy smell of her hair until Barda straightened again, and they smiled at each other in a look that lasted until Bruce spoke up again.
"I'll give my... regards, to Scott, then be off. Until Friday." He took her hand and kissed it, much to her amusement, and perhaps a bit to his, then walked over towards Mister Miracle and his fans.
"I should be going as well, I have a commitment," Diana said, a bit regretfully.
Diplomatic meetings held none of the excitement she had found here.
"I'm sure we'll meet again, Diana."
Barda took both her hands, and squeezed them gently, then Diana gave her best to Oberon.
She went over to congratulate Scott, and saw Bruce with a hand resting on the small of his back casually, whispering something in his ear that made them both laugh, before he shook his hand.
Bruce gave Diana a nod, and was gone.
Diana shook Scott's hand and relayed her enjoyment of the show, then left him to the impatient crowd, walking a discreet distance away before she flew off into the sky towards New York.
She was smiling to herself, and brushed her cheek at the memory of the amazonian woman's lips there.
neonchameleon, although departed a bit from the actual request... Written quick and dirty, as much as writing Scott's escapes ever can be. Prolly needs some more attention later. This started out as just sex and ended up with no actual sex at all, and more Bruce/Diana than I'd intended.The Amazon & The Escape Artist
NC-17
Diana gets hot and bothered over a new face on the Watchtower, Bruce plays matchmaker in his Batman-like way. Smacks of Scott/Bruce and very especially Diana/Barda.
Set in the DCAU, during Justice League season two.
The Amazon
Diana watched the tall woman walk onto the Watchtower, and stopped in her tracks. She breathlessly looked over the expanse of lean skin in armoured attire that left little to the imagination, even as she carried a weapon with the bearing that let her know that she knew how to use it. She flipped smooth black hair over her shoulders and looked over at Diana with striking blue eyes and a challenging expression that shifted into... something else.
It was then that Diana noticed there was a man walking next to the stranger, in bright yellow and green, that didn't share her size, but certainly her confidence.
The woman leaned down to the man, setting a hand on his shoulder and whispering something unheard across the hall, and she realized that she was now very obviously staring, and looked away as she continued walking.
She did, however, glance back behind her. The stranger was glancing back, too, and their eyes met again. Diana tried for a friendly smile, and got a wink in response; she quickly looked forward, but not quickly enough to run right into Batman as she rounded a corner.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she said, a bit flustered, but quickly regaining her wits.
"You weren't looking where you were going," he said, tipping his head up just a bit and looking amused.
"I'll endeavor to be more careful in the future."
He looked past her pointedly, then back with a raised eyebrow.
"She's quite something, isn't she?" he said unexpectedly.
"I don't believe I've seen her before."
"Her name is Barda Free; with her husband, Scott. Mister Miracle."
"I see."
He shook his head a bit, but she was still a bit too ruffled to really mind as she continued back to her quarters.
She sat on the edge of the bed and slipped off the tiara, setting it next to her and running her fingers through her hair, arching up as it brushed across her back. The rest of her armour came off, and she slid her hands down her waist, taking off the rest of her uniform and neatly setting it all in a pile.
The frustration of the long time since her last closeness with another woman came through, and her hand slid back down again, the other cupping her breast, squeezing it gently, as she began rolling her clitoris through her fingers, exploring around it and relaxing her thighs further apart.
Her fingers became slick as she pushed them over the sensitive skin and inside herself slowly, making a small noise of pleasure as the image of the stranger... Barda... flickered through her mind and there was a hot flush in her loins.
Diana's legs stiffened against the side of the bed as she came, letting out a soft moan and pressing her hand hard against herself until the tingling waves of sensation abated, and she was left with the hot feeling of sweat where her skin had been touching the fabric of her blankets.
She let out a long, content sigh and got up, quickly redressing. Diana took a quick shower, and with her hair still wet against her shoulders, went up to the cafeteria to satisfy a different kind of hunger in her belly.
It being an odd time of the day, there were few people eating; one table in particular caught her attention. Batman was eating... actually eating with Barda and Scott Free in the corner. He gave her a subtly challenging look, and she pursed her lips at him playfully, grabbing a tray and loading it with salad and pasta, walking over confidently.
"May I?"
Batman gestured at the empty seat with a smirk around the edges of his mouth.
"Scott, Barda, Diana of Themyscira."
"Wonder Woman," Scott said, with a distantly familiar accent on his tongue, "an honour."
"Indeed, I've seen much of your exploits," Barda said, her voice rich and velvety.
Diana maintained something of a noble bearing as they chatted lightly, with little input from Batman, but that was hardly surprising. Scott recalled being very impressed by her intervention in the Kaznian situation recently, glad that someone had taken the initiative against another attempt at the creation of an oppressive regime on Earth.
She was surprised to learn that he was Highfather's son, recounting a bit of her meeting him, understanding why he hadn't stayed, despite the majesty of New Genesis. But she was even more surprised to learn that they had both grown up under the rule of Darkseid.
"We live on Earth now. Scott has been touring, and I have been assisting him," Barda clarified. "Sometimes we stay in one place, but it has been some years."
"Perhaps you'd like to come," Scott said, "I can certainly admit you without charge."
"I would love to."
They finished, and Scott gave her a time and place for his next show; she gave her the promise she would be there.
Diana watched Batman walk beside Scott and Barda away from her down the metal corridor, and genuinely looked forward to the opportunity.
The Escape Artist
Diana arrived to the show grounds a bit late, having been held up by a hurricane evacuation; she was wearing a black skirt and a simple white shirt, and hoped she wouldn't cause the stir she occasionally did at public gatherings. She'd avoided such events for that reason, but this time, it didn't seem to be a concern.
Everyone was already seated, in stadium-style seats around a grassy hill overlooking empty land, with a large tent set up over all of it. And their attention was all focused forward, where Barda and a small white-haired man were securing Scott in chains against the front of a cannon.
She took a seat reserved for her near the front, not taking her eyes off the scene; Barda was dressed in brief metal again, with her hair adorned in matching clips holding it away from her face, stepping back with a broad smile and a touch of flair in an outstretched arm as they finished their work.
The crowd took in a breath as Barda lit the fuse and stood back, her hands on her hips and a confidant smile on her face.
"I wouldn't worry."
Diana looked next to her in response to the familiar baritone; Bruce was watching Scott with an amused smirk.
"I didn't know you'd be here."
"Shh." He gestured forward with his head, and she followed his gaze.
The fuse was burning down, and she couldn't see any movement from Scott; in spite of herself, she gripped the edge of the armrest a little tighter.
The cannon fired with an explosive roar, and the audience gasped; but when the smoke cleared, it turned to roaring applause. Scott stood off to one side, grinning and waving. The small man handed him a microphone, and he began to address the crowd with enthusiasm.
"Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you to Oberon for his introduction, and my lovely wife for her assistance," he said, gesturing towards her with the sweep of an arm the pulled back his green cape with a flourish. "I have a few more positions of great peril to place myself in for your entertainment, but do know; the real stunt, the most deadly of my career, will be saved for last."
He bowed, with one extended arm and one bent over his chest and handed the microphone back to Oberon, who continued a lively narration as Scott was strapped into yet more traps; a barrage of knives, escape from a canister welded shut and crushed in Barda's hands, and more perils that truly wowed those watching.
Diana had almost forgotten about Bruce, but when Barda and Scott began setting up the final stunt, he reminded her.
"So, what do you think?"
"They're amazing. I mean, he is... quite talented."
"Yes, that he is," Bruce said, a bit more softly than she was used to his tone ever being.
"How do you know them?"
"I appreciate talent," he replied dryly, and she raised an eyebrow.
But the grassy stage had recaptured the attention of both of them then.
Scott was already secured in chains, and Barda closed a device that locked with wrapping bands and more heavy chains on the outside, and Oberon doused the entire thing with liquid nitrogen.
None of it seemed particularly safe, and less so when the loud whirring of helicopter blades became audible over the hill, and a tank suspended from heavy chains became visible.
"We had some left over from an acquisition, and I wasn't about to sell them for warmaking," Bruce murmured next to her.
Diana nodded absently, and watched the large helicopter position itself over Scott as Barda and Oberon stepped back some distance.
Again, she gripped the edge of her armrest and bit her lip as the chains released, sending the tank in a rapid descent, where it hit the ground, and Scott's encasement, with a reverberating thud the sickening rending of steel.
The crowd let out a another loud, synchronous gasp, and Diana leaned forward a bit in her seat.
Bruce chuckled, and she looked back at him in disbelief. He merely pointed forward again; Scott stepped out from behind the debris with both hands held high and triumph showing from behind his yellow mask.
The audience roared in cheers, whistles, and applause, and Diana followed suit, laughing.
"You knew he was unharmed," she said over the din.
"Of course."
Scott bowed deeply, followed by Barda and Oberon in their own.
The audience began to file out, and Scott was busy signing autographs for a crowding group of fans, while Barda and Oberon began collecting the chains, locks, and other equipment that hadn't been outright destroyed together in crates.
Bruce extended his elbow, looking at Diana with an expectant smirk. She took it in one hand, and they walked down to greet the two. Diana was introduced to Oberon, as Bruce leaned down to shake hands with him heartily, then gave Barda an unexpected hug.
"Entertaining as always," he said as they came apart.
"Yes, indeed. Your husband is very gifted," Diana said, beaming.
When Barda leaned down a bit took her shoulders gently, and kissed her cheek then, Diana's eyes flew open wide, but she smiled and returned the kiss on the cheekbone, taking in the spicy smell of her hair until Barda straightened again, and they smiled at each other in a look that lasted until Bruce spoke up again.
"I'll give my... regards, to Scott, then be off. Until Friday." He took her hand and kissed it, much to her amusement, and perhaps a bit to his, then walked over towards Mister Miracle and his fans.
"I should be going as well, I have a commitment," Diana said, a bit regretfully.
Diplomatic meetings held none of the excitement she had found here.
"I'm sure we'll meet again, Diana."
Barda took both her hands, and squeezed them gently, then Diana gave her best to Oberon.
She went over to congratulate Scott, and saw Bruce with a hand resting on the small of his back casually, whispering something in his ear that made them both laugh, before he shook his hand.
Bruce gave Diana a nod, and was gone.
Diana shook Scott's hand and relayed her enjoyment of the show, then left him to the impatient crowd, walking a discreet distance away before she flew off into the sky towards New York.
She was smiling to herself, and brushed her cheek at the memory of the amazonian woman's lips there.
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on 2006-08-25 11:31 pm (UTC)Love it, hon! Barda is such a ... likeable character from you!
And Diana...she needs a female peer.
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on 2006-08-25 11:38 pm (UTC)So I made her perception of Barda prolly just as rosy as mine sure is. ::laughs::
I'm glad you liked it. :)
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on 2006-08-26 02:27 am (UTC)hee! XD
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on 2006-08-26 04:52 am (UTC)no subject
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on 2006-08-26 04:50 am (UTC)Thanks. :)
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on 2006-08-26 09:37 pm (UTC)And I hope you continue it.
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on 2006-08-28 04:30 am (UTC)no subject
on 2006-08-28 04:12 am (UTC)I'm getting caught up with this weekends post, and yayness! Scott+Bruce, Barda+Diana! That's purrrfect, my dear. I so want to see Barda/Diana. I want to write it, too! You feed the plot bunnies like crazy...
I dreamt of you the other day... I was reading your LJ and it was in spanish. It was crazy. I'm dreaming of LJ. Do you think that says something?
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on 2006-08-28 04:32 am (UTC)I'd thought you might like this. XD
I'm glad it's producing bunnies, too, woot!
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on 2006-09-17 03:46 pm (UTC)