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Ghosts Of Nights Past
by Ann Douglas

Email: ann_douglas@hotmail.com.

Disclaimer: The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes
scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted
by DC Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial
enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody . No
copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made
from the distribution of this story.


        The night air was charged with portents of an impending storm,
one with a predicted intensity that sent most Gothamites hurrying
home to safety.  There was one, however, who raced not to the safety
of home, but into danger.  Clad in dark gray with a mantle of black, the
tall, powerfully built man was the city's self-appointed guardian.
Dedicated to his mission, some would say obsessed, he was hardly a
man to let adverse weather stay his course.

	Racing across rooftops and back alleys that he knew as well as
the halls of his ancestral manor, the masked avenger thought it fitting
that it should rain tonight of all nights.  That the skies themselves
should shed tears in memory of events now two decades gone.  Of a
searing moment in which he lost that which was most dear to him.  The
moment in which Batman had been born.

				-=-=-=-

	It was supposed to be a celebration, an early birthday gift for a
son deeply loved by his parents.  They had gone to see a showing of
the classic movie "The Mark of Zorro", little realizing how the film, and
the tragic events that followed, would shape the life of a child not yet
even in his teens.

	The neighborhood had then been called Park Row.  It would be
years later that it would acquire the more infamous name of Crime
Alley.  Many would mark the start of that transformation with that night.
The night that Thomas and Martha Wayne died.

	It had happened almost too quickly for the young boy to fully
realize what was happening.  The armed figure that had stepped out of
the shadows with a demand that his parents give up their valuables.  A
careless motion by the thief had pointed his deadly weapon in the
direction of the boy's mother, which prompted a counter-motion by his
father that placed him between the two in an attempt to protect his
wife.

	Then came the ear shattering explosion of two gunshots, bolts
of lightning that destroyed his world and killed the man that Bruce
Wayne might be one day have been as certainly as they stilled the
hearts of his parents.  The thief had then fled, but not before looking
deep into the eyes of the boy he'd just orphaned.  What he saw there
frightened him in a way that he could never have imagined.  It was a
fear that untold numbers of his fellows would come to experience in
years to come.

	The boy grew to be a man, armed with vast wealth and a
lifetime of knowledge and skills.  Combined with a vow made over the
bodies of his parents, he would spend every day of his life fighting the
good fight, so that no one would ever have to suffer the pain that he
had felt.  No matter the cost, no matter the sacrifice, Batman would
keep his city safe.

				-=-=-=-

	Through his myriad contacts, Batman had learned of an attempt
that was to be made to hijack a new and experimental power transfer
system that had been jointly developed by S.T.A.R. Labs and Wayne
Enterprises.  A unit that, if it lived up to its designer's hopes, would go
a long way toward solving some of the country's energy demands.

	Coming to rest on a rooftop adjacent to the Gotham Energy
Research Center, Batman used his dark cape to blend into the
shadows and become virtually invisible.  He watched with interest as a
large fork lift moved the prototype from the loading dock onto the back
of a flatbed truck that was scheduled to take it to S.T.A.R.'s Metropolis
complex for further testing.  Overhead, the light rain began to grow
more intense and the sky echoed with the peals of thunder.

	"It should be any minute now,"  Batman thought as he watched
the workman who had secured the unit climb down from the truck and
move inside to avoid the rain.

	Almost as if on cue, three large men emerged from a parked car
up the street, an assortment of automatic weapons in their hands.
Clad in black outfits resembling those worn by military units, they
carried an air of professionalism around them that confirmed the rest
of Batman's information.  That they were mercenaries led by a former
Spetsnaz officer named Konstantin Kurakin who, since the fall of the
Soviet Union, now worked for the highest bidder.  The rent-a-cops
employed by the Research Center were ill-equipped to handle
adversaries of their caliber.

	Following the silent hand instructions of the tallest of the
attackers, who Batman quickly identified as their leader, the two
soldiers for hire quickly took up positions on the opposite ends of the
loading dock.  So efficient were their actions that they overpowered
the numerically superior guards without firing a shot.

	Batman waited until the guards and truck driver had been
herded into the safety of the storage shed before he made his move.
If he had acted before, the odds were that one or more of the
employees might be hit in a crossfire.  That the masked man was also
outnumbered and outgunned really never entered his mind. After all, it
was really just a matter of perspective.  Especially since he had visited
the loading dock this afternoon as one of the co-sponsors of the
project after hearing of the possible hijack attempt.  In his wake, he
had left a little surprise that he now made use of.  Planning and
preparation, one of his many teachers had drummed into him years
ago, were essential to survival.

	Dropping down on a silk cord from his vantage point, Batman
pressed a dark gloved hand against a switch on his utility belt.  The
switch in turn activated a small, localized transmitter that sent out a
high-powered signal that triggered two powerful shock and stun
grenades as well as a matching pair of smoke bombs.

	The explosions and sudden near black out conditions had the
desired effect, throwing the two junior members of the trio off balance.
Especially since they had begun to foolishly relax after thinking they
had eliminated any possible opposition.

	It would've been nice to have gotten all three of them at once,
Batman thought as he hit the ground and sent a booted foot into the
chest of the closest mercenary, but you had to work with what you
could get.  The force of his kick both disarmed the large man and sent
him hurdling into a wall of storage drums, a wall that then came
crashing down, knocking his target senseless.

	A quick glance around the loading dock, which had already
begun to clear of smoke due to the rain and high winds, brought no
sign of the group's leader.  So Batman turned his attention instead to
an emerging threat as another black clad form leveled a machine
pistol in his direction.

	Rather than dive for cover, the Darknight leapt toward the
danger and, in one fluid motion, dropped to the ground to effect a body
roll that brought him back to his feet only two feet from the would be
executioner.  All the while, managing to avoid a cascade of weapon's
fire in his direction.

	It only took another few moments' work to put the second
mercenary into the same condition as his compatriot.  Although the
worst this one would have to worry about was a broken jaw rather than
the shattered extremities the first might have suffered.  Then, not even
pausing for breath, Batman turned to face the leader of the assault
group, whom he had finally spotted out of the corner of his eye during
his body roll.

	Another powerful leap brought him to the back of the flatbed,
where hidden behind the prototype, the former Spetsnaz had taken
cover.  Watching his carefully planned operation come apart in a
dozen heartbeats, coupled with the harsh reality of what he had
previously considered to be nothing more than an urban legend, was
almost enough to break Kurakin's confidence in his ability to defeat
any enemy.

	But like any good soldier, the Russian fell back on his training
and under normal circumstances, that might've been enough.  Too
close now to make use of his gun, he instead met Batman's charge
with the same bloodied blade he had carried with him in Afghanistan.

	The weight of the blade in his hand returned his confidence,
since he was both a deadly knife fighter as well as an expert in a half
dozen forms of hand-to-hand combat.  But the man in gray and black
he now faced had spent a lifetime learning his craft from experts the
world over, and they included all that Kurakin had learned as well as a
dozen more.  While not every blow the Russian attempted was
blocked, the most deadly ones certainly were.  Just as most of the
American's counter blows seemed to find their target and strike where
they would have the most effect.

	Not even the full force of the storm,  which had chosen that
moment to strike, was enough to break Batman's concentration.
Which was why, when the very air between the combatants exploded
in front of him, he was taken by surprise as he rarely was.  Against all
the odds, lighting had hit the truck and the large prototype on it.  In
less time that it would take to describe what had happened, the vast
amount of natural energy charged the transfer system, overloading its
safety limits and causing it to overload, releasing the enhanced energy
surge in one blinding burst.

	The explosion threw Batman and Kurakin in opposite directions
with both landing hard on the pavement.  An action that probably
saved their lives as the unleashed energy reduced the truck and its
cargo to twisted slag.  Stunned, it took Batman a few moments to
catch his breath, but as soon as he did, he didn't even wait for his
head to fully clear before taking off after his prey, racing down the only
street he could've taken.

	Gotham's Guardian quickly covered the next block and a half in
record time, sure that the Russian couldn't have had that much of a
head start on him.  He was running on instinct, twisting and turning
according to the mental map he carried in his head.  A map that
suddenly failed him as he shifted to his left to find a street that
shouldn't have been there.

	A look of disbelief filled his face as he stopped and looked at
the unfamiliar street sign in the once again light rain.  For the first time
in his adult life, he was lost in his own city.

	"Kane St?"  he repeated as he looked at the street sign a
second time.  "This wasn't here a week ago."  a puzzled Batman
added as he considered that the explosion might have injured him
more than he'd thought.

	It was a consideration that he didn't have a lot of time to dwell
on as, first a gunshot, then a loud scream filled the air.  No matter
what his condition, a call for help wasn't something that he could ever
ignore.

	"That couldn't have been more than a block away,"  Batman
thought as he unfurled a batarang and again took to the rooftops.

	Whatever the street names, the Caped Crusader located the
source of the cry with ease.  Below him were two muggers holding
guns on a young couple.  The woman had screamed when one of the
gunmen had fired a shot that grazed her escort's arm after he had
refused their demands.

	Faced with a replay of his own tragedy, the reason he had
come into being, Batman went into action without hesitation.  Dropping
down on one of the two criminals, he savagely slammed his elbow into
his face, causing the not yet even twenty year old's nose to break and
sprout blood.  The distance between the pair had been too much to
take both of them down at once, so he whirled around to face the new
peril even as death again stalked him at close point range.

	Suddenly, unexpectedly, the gunman hesitated in pulling the
trigger, freezing instead with a look of horror on his face.  A moment of
indecision that was all Batman needed to close the distance between
them.

	"No, you're dead, everyone said you were dead,"  he cried out
in the last seconds before the impact of a gloved fist robbed him of his
weapon.  "It was even in the papers."

	A second punch was already in motion to rob the thief of
consciousness as well, but the frightened young man beat him to it as
he fainted dead away.  Batman had spent his career exploiting the
cowardice and superstitions of criminals, but this was way over the
line.

	"He acted as if he'd seen a ghost,"  Batman said as he turned
his attention from the now prone pair to those they would have robbed
without pause.  To his confusion, the expression on their faces as they
ran away from him wasn't all that different.

	"Perhaps he has,"  a woman's voice said from behind the
black-cloaked hero.

				-=-=-=-

	Faced with the possibility of a new threat, Batman whirled
around, ready to face anything.  Anything, that was, except for what
actually confronted him.

	"Oh my God!"  Batman exclaimed under his breath as, for the
second time in the last five minutes, he raised self-doubts about his
mental capacity.

	Standing a dozen feet in front of him was a tall, dark haired
woman, at least fifteen years his senior.  She was garbed in a bright
yellow and red costume with her face partially covered by a pointed
red face mask.  On her chest was a symbol he knew all too well, for it
was one he called his own.

	As the shock washed over him, Batman now felt like he was
seeing a ghost. For the woman standing there was an older version of
someone he knew to be dead, whose funeral he had personally
attended.  In was only after he accepted the reality of what he was
seeing that he finally understood what had happened.

	"This isn't my world,"  Batman realized as he allowed himself to
relax his combat stance.  "Somehow, I'm on Earth 2."

	From his adventures with the Justice League, Batman was well
aware that there were alternate Earths in different dimensions.  One of
these was Earth 2, a world that mirrored his own in many ways, but
still had some significant differences. It was the home of the legendary
Justice Society of America.

	On this world, many of the heroes he knew had similar, if not
identical counterparts, most which had started their careers in an
earlier time. It was also a world that had seen its own Batman fall a
few years before, giving his life to save the city he loved.

	"Assuming the costume you're wearing is real,"  Batwoman said
as she stepped closer to get a better look,  "you're a long way from
home."

	At first, Batwoman just assumed that the man in front of her was
an impostor, someone wearing the mantle of Gotham's deceased
champion. Then she noticed the subtle differences in the uniform, the
more modern utility belt and the golden halo around the bat symbol.
Differences that only a handful of people in all the world would've
known about.

	"The costume is real,"  Batman said as he went on to explain
how he believed he came to be there.

	The woman in red and yellow listened intently as the younger
man explained his theory that the energy discharge during his fight at
S.T.A.R. Labs had opened up a dimensional portal and threw him
through it.  The only question was how did he get back?

	"Science has never been my strong point and this is all pretty
much beyond me,"  Batwoman said.  "I think I'm going to need some
help with all of this."

				-=-=-=-

	Two hours later, after the  would-be muggers had been turned
over to the Gotham PD, Batman was faced with his third shock of the
night.  The help that Batwoman referred to came in the form of a face
that was also familiar, yet different, to the man under the cowl.  Only
now it was that of a fully-grown man only two years younger than
Batman, and not the boy he had taken in and raised as his own.  The
costume the man wore was an adult version of the red, yellow and
green Robin costume, for on this world, Dick Grayson had never
become Nightwing.

	"It looks like your theory was right,"  a maskless Robin said as
he shut off the diagnostic machine he'd used to examine his
unexpected visitor.  "There's a residual energy signature of some kind
in your body that I don't recognize.  The good news is that it looks to
be steadily decaying.  I would venture to guess that when it drops to
zero, you'll automatically return to your own Earth."

	"That almost looks like Zeta radiation,"  the equally cowless
Batman said as he glanced at the computer readout while he pulled
his form fitting shirt back on.

	"Zeta radiation,"  Robin said as he shut down the equipment,
"I'm not familiar with that."

	"I wouldn't expect you to be,"  Batman replied,  "it's pretty rare."
he added as he went on to explain.  "On my own world, a man named
Adam Strange discovered he could use a teleportation beam based on
Zeta radiation to travel to a world called Rann in the Alpha Centauri
system.  When the radiation wears off, he automatically returns to his
point of origin."

	"Interesting,"  Robin said.

	"Could you tell how long it's going to take to wear off?"  Batman
asked.

	"Based on the rate of decay,"  Robin answered,  "I would say no
more than two or three days."

	"What about using the JLA/JSA transporter to send me home
sooner?"  Batman inquired as he thought of the device used by his
associates to travel between worlds.

	"Given this Zeta radiation, as you call it, in your body, I'd rather
not take the chance,"  Robin offered his opinion.  "But you can run my
findings past the other scientists in the Society if you like.  Most of
them have much more experience than I do in trans-dimensional
travel."

	"No need, chum,"  Batman smiled,  "your word has always been
good enough for me.  I can wait a few days to get home."

	Robin stiffened at Batman's familiarity.  It might have been
meant to convey a sense of appreciation for his help, but as it was, it
only served to accent what the Earth 2 hero had been feeling since his
appearance.  That this Batman was a living reminder of what he had
long since lost.  His reaction to the words, though unvoiced, wasn't
lost on his guest.

	"I guess we just need someplace for me to stay until I can go
home,"  Batman said, realizing that it would be uncomfortable for
Robin if he were to stay here in the Batcave.

	"You're more than welcome to stay at my apartment in town,"
Batwoman, who had also removed her face mask to be more
comfortable, suggested.

	"It might be safer here in the cave, or up in the Manor," Robin
replied, putting aside his discomfort with the idea,  "we run the risk of
someone recognizing him.  After all, Bruce was a public man in this
city for decades."

	"And most people would remember him as a man in his fifties,"
Batwoman pointed out.  "So I hardly think anyone is going to look at
him and make the connection.  At worse, if someone actually did, I
could say he was a younger cousin or nephew.  In fact, didn't Bruce
actually have a cousin who looked like him almost enough to be his
twin brother."

	"Yes, and interestingly enough, his name was Bruce as well,
they just had different middle names."  Robin admitted.

	"Then it's settled,"  Batwoman said in a tone that put an end to
the discussion.


				-=-=-=-

	The late morning sun hung high in the sky as Bruce opened his
eyes and returned to full consciousness.  It took a few moments for
him to remember where he was, the surroundings being so unfamiliar.
Then it all came flooding back in an instant.

	Riding on the back of the Batcycle, they had arrived at the
high-rise in which Kathy Kane lived shortly before dawn.  The events
of the last hours finally caught up with the world-hopping adventurer
and he was more than happy to accept the offer of the guest room.
Sleep had come almost the moment his head had hit the pillow.

	It had not been a totally tranquil sleep, however, as his mind
continued to consider the history of this Gotham and how it differed
from his own.  At the top of the list was the fact that early in his career,
his older doppelganger had married Selina Kyle, the Catwoman, after
she had paid her debt to society and given up a life of crime.  On his
Earth, Bruce had more than once found himself intimately involved
with the Feline Fury, but marriage or even a long-term relationship had
never been an option.

	Still, the marriage of Batman and Catwoman had been a
success, so much so that it produced a daughter named Helena, who
took up the cloak her father had abandoned after the death of his wife
to continue his mission as the Huntress.  Giving up being Batman
wasn't something the younger Darknight could imagine, but the fact
that his counterpart continued to safeguard the city as Police
Commissioner gave him something to consider in case he ever had to
put aside his own cape and cowl.

	Another thing that weighed heavily on his mind as he slept was
his hostess, sleeping in an adjacent room.  In some ways, she was so
very much like the Kathy Kane he had once known.  Both had been
circus performers when younger, entertaining crowds both as a
trapeze artist and a champion stunt cyclist.  In each reality, they had
both inherited a small fortune that made them suddenly wealthy.

	That was were their lives began to diverge.  His own Kathy had
only entertained a brief fling as a costumed adventurer, coming to
realize that she preferred to follow a more conventional path and use
her newly acquired wealth and influence to help those less fortunate.
In this dimension, Kathy aspired to have a more hands on approach
and spent years fighting beside Batman and Robin.

	Bruce had come into contact with the socialite Kathy Kane
many times at various charity functions, developing an on again, off
again relationship which never went too far.  As with most of his
associations with the fairer sex, the specter of Batman stood between
them.  In the end, even that distance hadn't been enough to prevent
her from meeting her death at the hands of one of his enemies.

	Sitting up on the edge of the bed, Bruce reached for a robe that
had been laid out for him and wrapped it around his well-developed
body.  His uniform was folded on a nearby chair where he left it, but it
was hardly something he could wear all the time.  Stepping out into the
living room, he suddenly had the strangest feeling.  For the first time
since the death of his parents, he had absolutely nothing to do.  No
financial empire to rule by day, and no city to patrol after dark.

	Stepping up to the large bay windows that offered a magnificent
view of Middletown Park, Bruce looked out on a city he never knew.
Comparing it to the memory of his own, he could see where some
architectural differences emerged.

	"The view is breathtaking, isn't it?"   Kathy said as she suddenly
appeared behind him.

	"That it is,"  Bruce agreed as he turned around to greet Kathy.

	The shocks of the previous night had prevented him from really
seeing Kathy, his narrow focus assigning her the role of Batwoman
and not the woman beneath the mask.  The mask and costume were
now gone, replaced by a small, thin robe that highlighted the still trim
body beneath it.  There were some women who while undeniably
pretty when young, grew even more beautiful with age.  Such was the
case with Kathy Kane, a thought that gave him a moment's regret that
he never would get the chance to discover that on his own world.

	"I hope you had a good night's sleep,"  Kathy said she walked
into the room.

	"Yes, thank you,"  Bruce said, thinking to say anything else
would sound ungrateful.

	"I was almost afraid that I'd wake up to find you'd faded away
during the night,"  Kathy smiled as she motioned for him to join her at
a small breakfast nook where two settings had been arranged.

	"It wouldn't be polite to leave and not say goodbye,"  Bruce
smiled in return as he sat down in the closest chair.

	"I hope you like steak and eggs,"  Kathy said as she poured
each of them a cup of coffee,  "it's been quite some time since I had an
overnight guest and I wasn't sure what to make."

	"That actually happens to be one of my favorite,"  Bruce replied
as he took a sip of the coffee.  "And this is excellent as well."

	"I'm glad, because there's so much that I wanted to ask you,"
Kathy beamed as she tasted her own beverage.

	"Such as?"  Bruce asked.

	"Well, I have to confess that you must know a lot more about
our world than I do about yours,"  Kathy said as she cut up and began
to eat her breakfast.  "It's a strange feeling to know that you have a
duplicate on another world."

	"It can be,"  Bruce said as he started on his own as well.

	"Do you know my double on your Earth?" Kathy asked
curiously.

	"We ... we were friends."  he answered awkwardly.

	"But no longer?"  Kathy continued, picking up on the past tense.

	"Being Batman wasn't exactly compatible with having a
successful relationship at the time,"  Bruce offered, only giving part of
the truth.

	"But you had a relationship?"

	"Of sorts."

	"Our Batman,"  Kathy said, "and I still tend to think of he and
Bruce as two separate people since I didn't know his secret back then,
was a little different in that aspect.  He was capable of loving someone
and still wear the cowl.  My problem was that I wasn't the one he
loved."

	Bruce nodded in understanding, having heard at least part of
the story before.

	"Still, it didn't keep me from loving him, even after I knew he'd
gotten married.  He didn't even have to tell me that he did, I just knew.
Even after I put aside my costume and married a man who loved me, I
never really stopped loving my Batman."

	"What made you put the costume back on?"  Bruce inquired as
he changed the subject.

	"My own marriage didn't last,"  she explained.  "In hindsight, it
had been a mistake in the first place.  Then, after Gotham lost
Batman, I felt I had to do something.  His loss reminded me that I'd
never felt so alive as I did during the years that I wore that costume."

	That was a sentiment that Bruce certainly understood.

	"Most people don't really know what happened that day up on
the Gotham Trade Towers, because Dr. Fate did something afterwards
to make everyone believe that Bruce and Batman were both killed,
and not that they were the same person.  The only ones who
remember the true story are those who knew that already."

	Bruce tensed up for a moment, not sure if he really wanted to
hear any of the details of his counterpart's death that he was sure
Kathy was about to relate.  Then he changed his mind, thinking that it
would help him understand what motivated this woman across from
him.  A familiar stranger whom he was finding more fascinating by the
minute.

	"The Justice Society was fighting some madman named Bill
Jensen, and getting the worse of it,"  Kathy began as she gained the
younger man's undivided attention,  "he was a common murder who
had somehow gained incredible powers and wanted only one thing,
the death of the man who put him in prison - Police Commissioner
Bruce Wayne.  In the course of the battle, Dr. Fate had hidden Bruce
in the City Museum on one of the lower floors of the tower.  As best as
the JSA was able to reconstruct afterwards, Bruce took the Batman
costume that was on display there and joined the fray."

	Kathy paused for a moment to catch her breath.  It was obvious
to Bruce that it was a painful story for her to tell.  Yet at the same time,
she seems to draw strength from it as well.

	"Jay Garrick, the Flash, was the only one who actually saw
Batman before those last moments, but even that was only for a few
seconds because he blacked out after Jensen had tossed him off the
roof."  she went on.  "He later recounted his surprise at waking up in
mid-air and then suddenly being caught by Batman.  The Flash
remembered asking him what he was doing there, in costume, since
he had swore never to put it on again after his wife's death the year
before.  Batman simply replied, 'what I have to'."

	In his mind's eye, Bruce could hear his own voice saying those
words.

	"The rest happened so quickly.  Batman made it to the top of
the towers, just as the JSA was regrouping and trying one more time to
subdue their foe, only to fail again.  Jensen turned on Batman, but he
wouldn't be stopped.  Batman endured what would've surely killed
another man and defeated Jensen.  At the cost of his own life, he
saved his friends, and the city."

	Bruce took a deep breath, feeling the loss of the man he might
have been.

	"What I have to,"  Kathy repeated,  "that's the reason I put the
costume back on."

	Silence filled the table for a long moment as neither of them
was really sure what to say next.  Fate took a hand in the form of a
news bulletin that interrupted the background music that had been
playing on the radio.

	The brief report told of a botched early morning bank robbery in
which Robin had attempted to free some hostages, only to be
wounded and taken hostage himself.  The GPD was attempting to
negotiate with the gunmen, but so far without success.  More updates
would be broadcast as they became available.

	Kathy immediately caught the look in Bruce's eye as he started
to get up from the table.  She opened her mouth to speak, but Bruce
cut her off.

	"You know that no matter who sees me, I'm going,"  he said,
hoping that she wouldn't give him an argument.

	As it turned out, he needn't have worried.

	"I know"  Kathy replied with a smile as she also rose from the
table, "What I was about to say was just give me a few minutes and I'll
join you."

				-=-=-=-

	The bank in question turned out to be the First Gotham Trust,
an institution that once counted Thomas Wayne as one of its
Directors.  It was housed in an old landmark building that had been
constructed back in the mid nineteenth century.  A memory of a
youthful visit to the hundred and fifty year old building planted the
seeds of a plan in Batman's mind.  That was if the unique aspect of the
structure existed on both worlds.  Directing Batwoman to drop him off
in the alley behind the bank, he outlined his plan and sent her off to
make contact with the GPD out front.

	Working his way into the building, Batman soon found that what
he had found fascinating as a boy was true here as well.  Prior to the
Civil War, the bank had served as one of the stops on the
Underground Railroad that had spirited escaped slaves north to
Canada.  In fact, it had been the station before Wayne Manor.  Slaves
would hide in a hidden passage in the bank, until  they could be
smuggled out of the city.  The passageway, which his father had taken
him on a tour of, still existed, having only been sealed off rather than
filled in because of its historical aspect.

	It only took a few minutes work with a cutting laser to gain entry
into the dark hall, and then move to the other end that opened into the
office of the bank president.  From the small vantage point he gained
by opening the door just a crack, Batman was able to look out onto the
main floor and take stock of the situation.

	The Darknight Detective quickly ascertained the position of all
five thieves.  Two were situated around the front windows, watching
for activity by the police that filled the surrounding street.  As he had
hoped, the arrival of Batwoman had drawn their full attention.  Two
others stood guard over what they assumed was the only other
entrance to the bank, a side door from which deliveries were made.
The last of the quintet had been assigned to keep watch on their
hostages, who were all sitting against the outside of the teller's cages
on the far wall.

	The bank employees and customers all seemed to be fine, in
fact, they weren't even restrained beyond the fact that a man with an
automatic weapon was watching over them.  At the far end of the
group, standing a few feet away from the rest was Robin.

	The Man of Wonder had a small bruise on the right side of his
head, caked with dried blood.  Other than that he seemed unhurt.
 From his observation point, Batman could see that Robin's hands were
bound to a wooden display post by a pair of handcuffs, possibly taken
from one of the bank's security guards.  Other than that, the bank
robber closest to the hostages seemed to pay him no mind.  Instead
his interest seemed to be centered on a young woman who was
wearing a tight tank top that did more to accent than conceal a not
inconsiderable bust.

	A well-aimed batarang impacted against the side of the thief's
head, replacing his view of mammary charms with stars and bright
lights, at least for the few seconds it took him to hit the floor.  As he
rushed past him, Batman kicked his weapon to the far side of the
room, just in case.

	The two at the window never expected to be attacked from
behind and fell under a series of quick, expertly delivered blows.  Not
even waiting for them to fall, Batman was already turning to face the
last two, who he was sure were only now beginning to realize that
something was happening.  He had barely come all the way around
when he saw that he needn't have bothered.

	The last two members of the gang were sitting on the floor, their
hands joined together by the handcuffs that had been on Robin.  The
other hostages had fled into the teller's cage once Robin had freed
himself.

	"I wasn't sure you'd be able to free yourself in time,"  Batman
said with a smile as he closed the distance between him and this
Gotham's defender.

	"You're joking, right?"  the adult Robin said, not really sure if the
man in front of him was serious or not.  "I could get out of cuffs like
that before the first time I ever put on a costume."

	"I didn't expect any less,"  Batman smiled even broader to show
that it had indeed been an attempt at humor.  "After all, you were
trained  by the very best."

	The compliment to his long-gone mentor finally brought a
change to Robin's face.  That and the realization that the visitor from
another world also deserved to wear the cowl.

	"I guess I was,"  Robin replied, returning the smile.

	"Robin, is it safe to come out now?"  the voice of one of the
bank employees called out.

	"One minute,"  Robin called back, thinking that they were too
busy running for safety to really see Batman before and that it would
avoid some unanswerable questions if they didn't get a good look at
him now.

	"I guess that's my cue to get out of here before anyone sees
me,"  Batman said, thinking the same thing.

	He turned and took a step towards the office, only to be
stopped by the touch of Robin's gloved hand on his shoulder.

	"It felt good to be working with Batman again,"  he said in a low
voice that couldn't be overheard.

	"Anytime pal,"  Batman said over his shoulder, feeling the
warmth of Robin's smile wash over him before disappearing into the
office and the passageway beyond.

	Sealing the hidden panel behind him, Batman paused at the
outer door and waited until he was sure that the bank had been
cleared before venturing outside.  That took at least an hour and a
half, but there was no way around it.  When he finally exited into the
late afternoon daylight, he found Batwoman waiting against her
Batcycle.  He was still so pleased that he'd made peace with Robin
that he failed to notice the subtle look of displeasure on his female
counterpart's face as she handed him the trench coat he had worn
over his costume on the way there.

				-=-=-=-

	Batwoman continued to be mostly silent all the way back to her
apartment, answering any direct question with only the shortest of
replies.  It wasn't until the doors of the private elevator to her
penthouse closed behind them and they were once more cloaked in
privacy of her home that she asked a question that had been
smoldering from the moment Robin had emerged from the bank with
the hostages and announced that all of the robbers had been
disarmed and captured.

	"Would you like to explain what happened back there?"  Kathy
asked as she removed her own coat that she had donned down in the
garage, the anger in her voice quite evident.

	"Excuse me?"  Bruce asked as he removed his own covering.

	"Don't act like you don't know what I'm talking about,"  Kathy
went on.  "You did the same thing that he always tried to do.  I
wouldn't stand for it then, and I'm not going to stand for it now."

	She didn't have to explain who the he was that she was
referring to.

	"Kathy, I ..."  he started to say but was cut off as she made it
clear she wasn't in the mood for excuses.

	"You went into that bank knowing that you had no intention of
waiting until I could get into position to help you.  Even though that
was what we had agreed on before I dropped you off,"  she said.  "I
spoke to Robin afterwards and he told me that there was absolutely no
reason why you couldn't have waited a few more minutes.  No one was
in any immediate danger."

	Bruce didn't know what to say, except that deep down, he knew
she was right.  At the time, he hadn't even realized why he was doing
it.  It wasn't even a conscious decision.

	The question hung in the air for a long moment, until Bruce
realized that Kathy wasn't going to take silence as an answer.  Then
he suddenly understood why he had done it, the only problem was,
how did he explain it.

	"Kathy, I'm sorry,"  he said in an apologetic tone,  "I just couldn't
take the chance that something might've happened to you, and that it
would be my fault."

	"What did you think might've happened to me?"  Kathy said, her
anger still apparent.

	"You could've been killed"  Bruce replied, knowing as soon as
he said it that it was the wrong thing to say.

	"That's a possibility every time I put on this costume,  I came to
grips with that a long time ago.  What would possess you to think that
this time would ..."  Kathy started to say, then finally understood what
had prompted his actions.  "Oh my God!"  she gasped.  "She's dead.
Your Kathy died wearing this costume."

	"Yes,"  Bruce said, not bothering to explain that technically she
had died with it in her arms, but the symbolism was the same.

	"Oh Bruce,  I'm so sorry for you,"  Kathy said as all traces of
anger faded, to be replaced with concern and the understanding that
despite what he might have indicated before, he had loved his
Batwoman.

	Moving to him, Kathy removed her gloves and ran a bare hand
across the side of his face.  Looking up into his deep blue eyes, as
Bruce stood a head taller than her, she saw the deep pain the memory
had brought back.  In her own case at least, she hadn't been there to
watch Batman die.

	Then, acting on pure emotion rather than rational thought, she
tilted her head forward and kissed him.  It was a friendly kiss at first,
but one that quickly turned into something much more.  Bruce was
reluctant to respond to the sudden intimacy at first, but as Kathy
pressed her lips even harder against his and brushed against the
small opening with her tongue, she felt him begin to respond.

	His arms closed around her and then his hands moved up her
back, to come to rest in her long black hair.  He pulled her body tight
against his as one kiss turned to two, and then three, each more
personal than the last.  The feelings each had held for their
counterparts mixed with the new admiration they felt for each other.
Yet, with that intermix, came a small measure of guilt as well.  Bruce
was the first to give it voice

	"Kathy, we can't ..."  he started to say, only to be hushed by soft
fingers against his lips.

	"No, don't say it,"  she said,  "I don't want to hear it.  I know that
you're not my Batman, and I'm not your Kathy, and that by tomorrow
you might vanish from my life and never come back.  But none of that
matters.  All I know is that, at least for today, for right now, I have the
chance to live a dream that I long ago gave up on.  Please don't let
that dream die again."

	Bruce opened his mouth to say anything that might convince
Kathy that she was wrong, but the words didn't come.  He knew that he
felt the same way and that anything he said to the contrary would be a
lie.

	"Is it because I'm too old?"  she asked, sensing in his hesitation
that age might be a factor.

	It was something that had been very much on her mind since
she had first seen the Earth 1 Batman.  When she had first donned
her red and yellow costume, she had been so much younger than the
Caped Crusader.  Now, she was the one with the years behind her.
Yet, seeing Batman in his prime again had her feel half her age.

	"Kathy, ..."  Bruce said, pausing as he made his decision, or
rather let his feelings make it for him.  "I think you are more beautiful
now then the first time I saw any Kathy Kane."

	"Do you really think that, or is it one of those throw away lines a
Bruce Wayne would toss around?"  she said as she again looked into
his eyes, taking comfort in the fact that his arms were still wrapped
around her.

	Bruce answered with actions rather then words, pulling her tight
once more and kissing her passionately.  Kathy took an even bolder
step as their tongues intertwined.  A soft moan spilled from her mouth
as her bare hand slid down to briefly come to rest on the codpiece of
his costume, finding the manhood beneath it erect.

	They were of different worlds, born in different times, but for
tonight at least, the beating of each other's hearts and the warmth of
their bodies, was all the reality that either of them needed.

				-=-=-=-

	The thick carpet beneath them absorbed the sound as Batman's
utility belt fell upon it, joining the cape and gloves that had preceded it.
Kathy pulled Bruce's form-fitting shirt loose and slid her hands up
under it.  Almost hesitantly, her fingers spread out across his chest,
caressing the short dark hairs until they reached his nipples.  A soft
touch against them brought a smile to Bruce's face.

	Bruce responded by moving his own hands down her back,
applying a gentle pressure as he pulled Kathy against him.  Cupping
the shapely cheeks of her ass, he squeezed them tightly, inciting
another soft moan from the older crimefighter as she pressed her body
against his.  Their lips met once more, their tongues dancing an erotic
ballet.

	The crush of her large breasts against his chest sent a shiver of
excitement through Bruce, a shudder that reverberated between his
legs as well.  Slipping his hands up between them, he laid them on her
mounds, massaging them through the layers of cloth.  His sensitive
fingers could feel her nipples grow hard beneath them.

	After a few moments of play, Kathy gripped the bottom of
Bruce's tunic and pulled it up and over his hand, dropping it to the
floor.  Even though she had seen him shirtless in the Batcave the night
before, she couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of admiration at his
finely sculptured form.  The Darknight had spent the better part of a
lifetime fine-tuning his body to perfection, and the thought that it was
now hers sent her heart racing.

	Gently, almost reverently, her hands glided across his chest,
back and arms, feeling the strength contained within.  As they moved,
her fingers inevitably came across old scars, souvenirs of a decade of
fighting crime.  She wished she could heal them with her touch, but
would settle at the moment for just making him forget they were there.

	Bruce, having relinquished his hold on her breasts, returned his
hands to Kathy's back, focusing his attention on the hidden zipper that
held the tight fitting jumpsuit against her body.  Undoing the clasp and
pulling down the zipper, he released the tension so that Kathy could
now easily climb out of her costume.  It took a few moments to remove
her bright red boots beforehand, a brief delay that Bruce used to
remove his own darker ones as well.

	Beneath the costume that she quickly discarded, Kathy wore a
specially tailored sports bra.  A vivid red, it matched her mask and
cape as well as the small panties that completed her ensemble.
Pushing away her costume with her bare foot, Kathy moved back a
few steps to give Bruce a good look at her.  A brief look of concern
filled her face as she worried that the man before her might find her
wanting.

	It was a concern that was washed away in an instant by the
look in Bruce's eyes as they filled with admiration, a feeling that was
also reflected by the broad grin on his face.  He'd already noted what
maturity had brought to the already stunning features he'd
remembered, but now he was able to add the rest of her body to his
assessment.

	His eyes lingered on Kathy's spectacular bust for a long breath,
twin hemispheres that strained for release.  As Bruce Wayne, and
even a few times as Batman, he had seen more than his share of
impressive women.  It took no effort to place Kathy Kane on his short
list of amazing bodies.  Her forty-something year old form had a firm,
sculptured quality that women half her age would envy.  Only the
sleek, raw sensuality of Selina Kyle had impressed him more.

	Taking her in his arms once more, Bruce cupped both her
breasts, stroking the exposed flesh before again moving on to the
erect nipples that pressed against her brassiere.  This close, he could
see the silver dollar sized outline of her areola, the dark pinkness
visible through the soft red material.

	Kathy slid her hands down between Bruce's legs, placing the
flat of her hand against the bulge in his tights, and this time leaving it
there.  His full length and hardness filled her with a surge of
anticipation.  The dark-haired woman gently broke Bruce's grip around
her and dropped down to her knees.  His uniform pants proved no
more an obstacle than his shirt and came off just as easily.

	Bruce didn't say a word as Kathy gently stroked his manhood
through his simple white briefs, content to just enjoy her enticing
attention and let her set the pace, at least for now.  His turn would
come soon enough.

	Unable to wait any longer, Kathy pulled down his briefs and
exposed his fully erect cock.  Secretly, she had to admit that she
would've been slightly disappointed if Bruce hadn't proved to be as
well endowed as in her youthful fantasies.  Now, with the reality only
inches in front of her, her expectations came up anything but short.

	An erotic tremor flashed out across Bruce's body as Kathy ran
her fingers up and down the length of his cock, cupping his balls and
then working their way up from the base to the mushroom shaped
crown.  She pulled on his erection a few times, scraping his naked
flesh with her nails.  Each touch produced another ripple of pleasure.

	Taking a sure grip on the base of his cock, Kathy tilted it toward
her face until it was only an inch away.  Softly she kissed the tip, then
ran her tongue across his head as she sampled his manhood.  A tiny
appetizer that brought a wide smile to her face.

	A smile that was reflected on Bruce as well as Kathy kissed her
way down the shaft of his cock, alternating the press of her lips with
the wetness of her tongue.  Reaching his balls, she took one into her
mouth, sucking it gently for a few seconds before releasing it and
moving on to the other.  All the while, her fingers continued to play
with it as well.

	Then, with a motion that brought a groan of satisfaction from
Bruce, Kathy opened her mouth as wide as she could and  engulfed
the head of his cock.  Sucking it lightly, she swirled her tongue around
the underside of his crown, then worked her way down to the base.

	The warmth of her wetness washed over Bruce as she took
more of him inside her with each motion, until she had consumed his
entire length.  Kathy reversed direction and now worked her way
upward, taking her time to savor every inch.  She deep-throated him a
second time, recalling skills that had seen far too little use in recent
years.

	In her youth, long before she had become respectable, Kathy
Kane the circus performer had quite the reputation as a champion
cocksucker as well.  With her head bobbing up and down  in an every
increasing repetition, Bruce was learning firsthand that it had been a
reputation well deserved.

	The feel of her mouth on his cock was incredible, and as she
continued to suck it deeply and pump it with her hand, it only got
better.  Her tongue seemed to be everywhere at once as the building
vacuum effect of her efforts quickly reached the point where Bruce
was helpless against it.

	Bruce gripped the back of her head, holding her in place as if
he thought she might suddenly stop.  It was a foolish worry but one
that might be forgiven in the ecstasy of the moment.  Kathy had
pleased the man before her in hundreds of forbidden dreams, and the
opportunity to have one of them come true filled her with the
determination to make the experience worth all of those lonely nights.

	 Ripples of delight continued to echo through Bruce's body,
allowing Kathy to feel the reactions of his cock as it pressed against
the sides of her mouth.  The tiny tremors assured her that it wouldn't
be long before he reached a climax.  Her own body was also filled with
excitement, but she was willing to hold off on her own desires to focus
on Bruce totally.

	Twirling her tongue, she moved her lips up and down his length
with all the skill of her youth, knowing that only seconds were left.
Seconds which quickly ticked away until Bruce exploded as she held
him deep within her, sending the fruits of his eruption splashing
against the back of her throat.

	It was a moment she committed to her most secret memory,
even as she savored every drop of what she considered no less than
ambrosia.  Not a drop escaped past her lips as she continued to suck
his cock until he had no more to give and he began to grow soft inside
her mouth.  At which point she almost reluctantly released her hold on
him, but knew that there was still much more to come.

	A sentiment that was very much on Bruce's mind as well.  After
helping Kathy back to her feet, he kissed her deeply.  Once again, his
powerful arms wrapped around her and this time, he literally swept her
off her feet.

	Holding her effortlessly in the air, Bruce turned in the direction
of the master bedroom and carried her to it.  Enjoying the radiant heat
of his body and the power it exuded, Kathy buried her head against his
chest, the joy on her face reflecting the happiness inside her.

				-=-=-=-

	Depositing Kathy on the edge of the large, full-sized bed in the
center of the bedroom, Bruce sat down next to her.  They embraced
once more, their lips meeting with a sense of urgency as they
continued to explore each other's body.  Kathy took a moment to pull
down the straps of her tight fitting bra, giving Bruce the opportunity to
grab the bottom of it and drag it down to her waist, finally giving him an
unrestricted view of her bounty.

	It was a view worth waiting for as Kathy cupped both breasts
and pressed them together, her fingers working the stiffness out of
them that was sometimes caused by the tight restraint.  The quick,
vibrant massage caused the large globes to bounce with a life of their
own when she released them.

	Kathy laid back and stretched out on the bed, lifting her lower
body so that Bruce could pull the bra down even further, slipping it
past her legs.  Leaning over, he kissed her softly, a look of a fervent
anticipation on his face.  Returning the kiss, she took hold of his left
hand and placed it on her breast.

	Kathy was immensely proud of her breasts, and the attention
they drew from both men and women.  While larger then those of most
women her size,  they were nevertheless still quite firm, the result of
over thirty years of daily workouts.  The rest of her body followed suit,
with only the strands of gray and white between her legs to attest to
her years.  The vanity that caused her to eliminate any trace of them
from her head didn't reach quite that far.

	Bruce kissed her again, this time Kathy reached out with her
tongue to meet him halfway.  His hand cupped her breast, rubbing his
thumb over her erect nipple, sending tiny sparks across the plump
flesh.

	They continued to kiss, until Bruce shifted from her delightful
mouth and slid his attention slowly downward.  First to her throat and
neck, then her shoulders, leaving a wet trail in his wake.  Finally he
moved to her wonderful mounds and fulfilled the dream of thousands
of male Gothamites.

	Kathy arched her back, pressing her breast against his mouth.
It was an encouragement he barely needed.  Taking her large nipple
into his mouth, he worked his tongue around the bud, causing soft
moans to spill from her lips and an increased wetness between her
legs.   Expanding his focus to include the warm flesh around her dark
circle, he covered that as well with his lips and tongue.

	"Oh God, Bruce,"  Kathy moaned softly,  "you can't imagine how
long I've dreamed of this."

	But he actually could imagine just that, thinking that it had to be
just as long as he had always regretted the roads not taken with his
own Kathy.  Unfulfilled dreams that sometimes haunted his nights.

	Bruce continued to orally massage her mound, his right hand
having already moved to its twin a few minutes before.  The mixture of
soft and firm flesh sent a powerful thrill through him, almost the equal
of the one fluttering across Kathy. A short time later, he switched
breasts, bring her other pointed nipple the same pleasures.

	Back and forth he moved, feasting on Kathy's bounty. Ever the
planner, part of Bruce's mind was already on his next move.  His hand
slid down between her legs and pushed aside her panties to uncover
her sex.  Her hairy mound was damp with wetness as he pressed a
single finger past her folds, causing Kathy to moan a loud
encouragement.

	A second finger followed, spreading her open even further as
his thumb sought out her already expanded clitoris.  The contact
between the two was electric.  Finding his mark, Bruce worked it
skillfully, not missing a beat at either of his efforts.  With the
proficiency of a master pianist, he brought her to an even greater level
of excitement as she rode the arrows of Eros

	Bruce continued his downward journey, kissing his way across
the flat of her stomach, jumping across to the soft skin of her inner
thigh and then worked his way back upward.  The wet touch of his
tongue made her shiver with anticipation as he neared his goal.  He
continued to stroke her beneath her panties as well, sending
continuing waves of pleasure rippling through her.

	Removing his hand a short time later, Bruce slowly eased her
panties down over her ass, dropping them over the side of the bed.
He paused for a moment to admire her womanhood, then took hold of
Kathy's legs, lifting them high and far apart.  Finally, the top of his
head disappeared and he pressed his mouth hard against her wet
mound.

	Reaching out with two fingers to again part her folds, Bruce
pressed his tongue deep within her sex, easily finding the prize his
fingers had already located.  It took very little time for him to
reciprocate the pleasures Kathy had brought to him in the outer room.
A payback that quickly became more intense that she could've
imagined.

	Kathy was no stranger to oral love, having first sampled its
charms at an early age.  Her encounters had even included a short
fling with another woman during her circus days.  This however, was
far beyond any of her experiences.  It was quickly apparent that his
unequaled crimefighting skills weren't the only things Bruce Wayne
had learned during his youthful travels around the world.

	Using those talents, he explored the depths of her sex, licking
and sucking the outer walls, then returning to the quivering tip of her
clit.  The tiny spark that had started at that point had doubled and
redoubled, until it had grown to a conflagration.  Her body quaked and
covered with tiny droplets of sweat as Bruce brought her ever closer to
orgasm, only to pull her back at what seemed to be the last moments
using secrets he had learned in a distant land under the tutelage of a
woman quite experienced in such things.  It allowed him to prolong her
enjoyments, even if that part of her that wanted so badly to climax
might not see it that way.

	Kathy raised her hips off the bed, pressing her mound even
tighter against Bruce's face, encouraging him to finish her off.  Her
head swayed side to side, as her hands grasped the sheets beneath
her tightly.  She was so close to the edge she could taste it, but Bruce
was still holding her back.

	Reaching under her ass, he gripped her cheeks and easily
supported her weight.  He allowed her to ascend the summit once
more, and this time, planned to let her reach it.  Her hands now free,
Kathy gripped the back of his head and met his darting tongue with
her own pelvic thrusts.

	She screamed with pleasure, not caring if any of her neighbors
heard her enthusiasm.  A cry that grew even louder as she hurled
herself over the precipice and for what seemed a blissful eternity,
found herself wrapped in pure bliss.  The intensity of her rapture was
one she hadn't felt since her teen years.  It couldn't get any better than
this, a small part of her mind proclaimed, while another earnestly
hoped she was wrong.

	Her body shuddered with pleasure for a few moments more,
then grew slack in Bruce's hands as the power of her orgasm was
finally spent.  Bruce lowered her back onto the bed, lifting his head
from between her legs to see a very satisfied Kathy looking back at
him.

	Catching his own breath, Bruce climbed up next to her and
pressed his lips to hers, sharing the taste of her climax even as she
had shared his.  Collapsing next to her, he basked in the shared
warmth of their bodies, drawing strength from it for what was still to
come.

				-=-=-=-

	Given their physical condition, it didn't take long for the two of
them to get their second wind.  Kathy reached down and took Bruce's
cock in her hand.  Even with his own explosive climax earlier, it had
never gone completely soft.  The rest of her followed her hand, and
with one quick motion, she slipped it back into her mouth.  After that, it
didn't take long to make it fully hard again.

	Not used to being a passive participant in anything, Bruce
found it strange to just lay back and let Kathy take control.  Strange,
but nice in it's own way.

	Taking hold of her ample breasts, Kathy wrapped them around
Bruce's cock, rubbing them up and down against it. The heat of her
body passed into him as their passions melted into one desire.
Moving forward, she climbed on top of him, brushing them along his
chest as well.  Then reaching behind her, she took hold of his cock.

	Lifting her body, she directed his cock to the entrance of her
pussy, rubbing the tip against her clit.  A quiet moan filled the air as
she rubbed back and forth against his hardness.

	The moan turned to a gasp as she slowly lowered herself and
took Bruce inside of her.  His fullness was more than she'd
experienced in years, and the tightness of her sugar walls against his
flesh was a wondrous feeling.  A thought that echoed in Bruce's mind
as well.

	With Bruce buried deep inside her, Kathy paused for a long
moment, taking the time to get used to the feel of having him inside
her.  Then she began to lift herself up and down on it, rising higher
with each repetition.

	Repetitions that increased in speed with each passing
heartbeat, Kathy rode him faster and harder, rocking with reckless
abandon.  She ground her hips against his cock, pulling him even
deeper inside of her.  Her long hair was in total disarray, tossing in
every direction at once.  The same could be said for her heaving
breasts as the delightful sensations of pure, unadulterated sex ripped
through both of them.  It had been quite some time since she'd had a
real lover, and not one that existed only in her dreams.

	Unable to remain a spectator any longer, Bruce took hold of her
and began to add his thrusts to her own.  His own pace soon
quickened as well as he helped her ride his cock even harder.  In no
time at all they were in perfect harmony, fucking each other with
equally timed strokes.  As Bruce pressed up inside of her, Kathy would
push down to meet him.  She looked deep into his eyes as they made
contact.  In that moment, control of their journey passed to the younger
man.

	With a maneuver that would probably have been more at home
high above the city heights than in the bedroom, Bruce slipped out of
Kathy and effortlessly flipped her body over until she came to rest face
down on the bed.  With equal speed, he moved behind her and lifted
her up so that she was on all fours.

	Kathy spread her legs wide, even as Bruce took his cock in
hand and reentered her.  He was now in totally command, and if you
were to ask her about it, Kathy wouldn't have it any other way.

	Drawing on very aspect of his strength, he drove into her, his
cock slamming against her.  Kathy met him with, if not equal strength,
then equal determination.  Their mating became ever more intense as
their sweaty, gyrating bodies raced the final hundred yards of their
journey.  The pleasures they had experienced before had been mere
preludes.  As great as they had been, they didn't compare to the
absolute joy before them.

	Reaching down between her legs, Kathy found her clit with her
fingers and added those pleasures to the mix.  The twin motions of her
hand and Bruce's pulsing cock drove her to the very edge of heaven,
needing only the gentlest of touches to push her over that edge.

	Instead of a gentle nudge, she got a veritable explosion.  One
that ignited every nerve in her body.

	The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock as he erupted
inside her, the vibrations of his climax triggering her own.  Both of
them gasped and grunted as time slowed to a point where the tick of
the clock on the wall seemed an eternity.  Their bodies rocked in
orgasmic ecstasy until their strengths vanished when time returned.
Totally drained, they collapsed onto the bed, intertwined in a sweaty
embrace.

	In that brief instant, when their souls had merged as one, both
Bruce and Kathy knew that they weren't alone.  That the spirits of their
counterparts were there with them, and had also shared in the
adventure.

				-=-=-=-

	Robin's original calculations proved to be in error, and it turned
out to be nearly five days before Bruce returned to the world of his
birth.  In that time, Kathy had shown him the city that might have been
his, and they had even visited the grave of her Batman and his wife.
Then, at the end of each of those days, they had made passionate
love until long after the dawn of the succeeding day.

	Also somewhere during that time, Bruce found a part of himself
that he had believed to have been driven out of him by the bullets
which had taken his parent's life.  Part of the Bruce Wayne that might
have been had there not been a Batman.  When he did returned
home, he found himself more at peace with himself than he had in
years.  That part of the Bruce that might have been, and the love of
the woman who had helped him find it, would be memories that he
would forever cherish.

END

Inspired by "Interlude On Earth 2"
The Brave And The Bold # 182 - January 1982

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