A Cosmic Rendition

Natasha Romanoff sighed as she surveyed the situation in front of her, trying to figure out the best way to approach her so-called target. When her mother had called her the previous day, she had no idea she would be asked to do this. Gotham was almost unrecognizable.

The island was isolated off the south coast, closer to the Caribbean than the American mainland. She had taken a jet to the ARGUS base right outside the city of Gotham, where Nick Fury would meet her.

"So, what's happened here actually?" Natasha asked as she walked with Agent Coulson, Fury's second-in-command and an expert in espionage.

"The city was on lockdown, and believe me, it was serious. No one could enter or leave, and we couldn't risk sending any drones or other spies in. We did the best we could, given the situation."

"Yeah, mother told me all of that already, but what exactly happened here?"

Coulson sighed before he started explaining how the city had been taken over and how there had been a massive risk to the entire island. People dying and being kept locked in, the ground caving, fields exploding and causing massive casualties. Natasha listened to it all in horrified fascination, all the while wondering just what Bruce was doing during all of this.

"Mr Wayne tried all he could. After Dent's death, he went off the grid, and it took him a lot of time to get back into the heat of the action. He was joined by another one. A former criminal who goes by the alias Catwoman. Together, they managed to defeat this Bane and got rid of the bomb."

Natasha filed the information away, intending to dig up everything on this Catwoman.

"And what was done with the culprit? This Bane?"

Coulson smiled. "Bane was not the mastermind behind the attack. He was more of a general. The entire plan was concocted by Talia al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul's daughter in her quest for revenge. You know the bad blood between Mr Wayne and Ra's al Ghul, right? I personally prepared that report to be sent to S.H.I.E.L.D."

Natasha nodded. She vividly recalled reading up on it a few years ago.

"We're here," Coulson remarked as they came to a stop in front of a large metallic door with the logo of S.H.I.E.L.D. and ARGUS side by side. The door slid open, and they entered to find an intimidating man with a black eyepatch over one eye looking at them from where he was sitting straight on his chair.

"Agent Coulson, Agent Romanoff."

"Director," they intoned respectfully. Fury nodded at Coulson, who bowed his head slightly and walked out of the room. The door slid shut behind him.

"Have a seat, Agent Romanoff," Fury bid Natasha, who sat down on a chair and looked at him.

"Your mother informed me that you would be arriving here. She also told me what you intend to do here."

Natasha nodded. "That's good then. I'd like to start as soon as I can."

Nick Fury looked at her resolute face for a moment with a frown. Natasha stared back with equal measure; her hands clasped together in her lap as she sat straight.

"You are aware of the reports we have sent? We have tried to approach Mr Wayne for years now, ever since he came back to Gotham, but we have been rebuffed, not too gently I might add, every single time. You truly believe you can succeed even after all of this?"

Natasha shrugged. "We won't know if we don't try."

Fury sighed. "Alright then. I have asked for my sources to dig up some information, and it is my understanding that Mr Wayne would be in a pub he owns in the centre of Gotham tonight. You may start then."

Natasha nodded, smiling internally. A pub will give her the perfect atmosphere to try her charm on the man. If he was still how he had been back when they were young, she knew she was going to succeed. She could only hope his time since his parents' murder hadn't taken away everything that made him the Bruce that she knew.

As she said her farewell to Nick Fury and walked out of his office towards the room allotted to her, she thought about her mother's plans.

Diana Kent had decided to form a special team to combat forces beyond the capabilities of a regular group of agents and had conveyed the names to a select few. The plan had been a few years in the making, but she had started taking the first steps recently. One of the names at the top had been Bruce.

Natasha remembered Mr Wayne, Bruce's father, who had governed ARGUS for years before he had been killed by some extremists along with his wife in front of his son. Bruce had not been the same since then. They had been childhood friends, always close, but Bruce had pulled away from everyone when his parents were killed.

She vividly recalled how he had rather coldly told her mother not to approach him anymore after she had visited Wayne Manor to pay her condolences. She didn't express it, but Natasha knew her mother was hurt. However, try as she might, Natasha couldn't blame Bruce for it.

However, years passed and Bruce had changed. His rage at S.H.I.E.L.D. had quelled down, and he had expressed his apologies to Fury and her mother, but he had outright declined to join S.H.I.E.L.D. in any manner.

The two had met with him back when he had failed to prevent the deaths of Rachel and Dent. He had painted himself as the villain, giving the people of Gotham hope in return. Very few people were aware of the truth, herself included. She recalled her mother telling her how she, her father, Nick Fury, and Bruce had met after the incident, wherein Bruce had declined to join either S.H.I.E.L.D. or ARGUS immediately after being offered a position.

That was the last time Batman was seen for a while.

The famed Caped Crusader, as he had been nicknamed by a few, had made his return a few months ago when the newest conflict began. She had seen a little footage of the carnage that had engulfed Gotham in the past month or two.

The city had been taken over, with all external communications to the mainland cut off. Harvey Dent's truth and the innocence of Batman had been revealed to destroy public morale. Whoever was behind the aggression was someone with knowledge aplenty. Even ARGUS could not coordinate with the hellicarrier. The only thing they knew was to refrain from taking any drastic measures as the aggressors had warned that they would blow the island up if any external force tried to intrude.

Heavy artillery massacred everything in sight, blowing up buildings and monuments. Arson was rampant, and the fumes could have been seen even from outside the city. All ARGUS and Nick Fury could do was try to covertly send any people they could to survey the situation and provide as much help as possible given the perilous circumstances that surrounded Gotham. Even most of those operations failed, with agents returning aggravated.

When the incident was over and she had seen the videos gathered, and heard the public announcement by Bane, the man with the metal mask over his face and his bald head shining under the sun, she had been trying to come up with any way to analyse how the fight will go or how she would've acted in different circumstances.

Watching Bruce and the woman who could only be this famed Catwoman fighting together clued her in. It was quite apparent that the two were attracted to each other, and after a few months now, it wouldn't surprise her if they were already together. She had been filled with jealousy when she had seen the picture of the pair in a restaurant, but a part of her could not help but strive to go and grab him for herself, never to let go.

Her mother was correct. She had never let another man get close to her. Any who tried went back with either a sound rejection or a broken wrist if they did not understand words. It was that voice inside her that urged her to not lose hope, that it did not matter if he was seeing someone else. She could still be with him.

Natasha sighed as she finally walked inside her room to get some sleep before her mission that would begin in a few hours. Locking the door, she stripped naked and padded over to the bed before burrowing herself under the covers, her clothes scattered all over the floor as she closed her eyes and fell into a few hours of restful sleep.

XXXXX

Natasha looked at her reflection in the mirror and smiled. She had picked a silver dress that clung to her slender figure perfectly, falling to her mid-thigh. It hung from her shoulders by thin straps that covered her lace bra straps. The dress emphasized her natural curves, her full tits, her slim waist, and dipping to give a glimpse of her cleavage without being too scandalous. Her hair fell down her shoulders in waves, covering her back as she applied her lipstick.

She was to go solo and meet up with Bruce, who was expected to be in the club already. Her eyes found her escort for the evening, a rather good-looking agent who was professional enough to keep his eyes where they belonged and not ogle her like some amateur. S.H.I.E.L.D. employed the best, and such self-control was the least one could expect from an agent.

Soon, they made it to the club. She was well aware of the glances she was garnering from both sexes alike, and she expertly ignored them. It wasn't the first time she was being subjected to such. The line was fairly short, and it didn't take long for them to enter the club.

She was glad that she had avoided a coat and was clad only in her dress. Outside, it was warm, but inside, it was even hotter. She could feel the sweat inching to pour out of her, and she wasn't even in the thick of it yet.

It was dark inside, with purple and blue lights flickering all over. She saw people dancing in the middle, with seats and small tables scattered to the side of the dance floor. A raised dais surrounded it, filled with more seats and tables. The bar was right opposite the entrance, at the far end, and she saw a few people occupying the stools.

"You may leave if you want to. Don't wait for my call. I'll make my way back on my own."

The agent with her nodded, before handing her a small button.

"This is a modified tracker that Director Fury asked me to give you in case I had to go away. New protocols."

"And Fury couldn't tell me himself?" She asked with a sigh as she took the button and put it inside her purse.

"With your leave, Ma'am."

Natasha nodded as the man dismissed himself and walked further inside the club, her eyes searching for her target.

XXXXX

On the very far end adjacent to the bar, a couple sat leisurely. The woman was sitting sideways in the man's lap, who was softly caressing her bare thighs.

"What's your fascination with my legs?" Selina Kyle asked with a smile as she looked at the smug visage of her boyfriend.

"You really need to ask?" Bruce Wayne deadpanned.

"What can I say? A girl likes to her some compliments sometimes. God knows you suck at those," she retorted.

"Hey, I take offence to that."

Selina nodded noncommittally, her eyes travelling all over the dance floor searching for something.

"You're still hung up on that idea?"

Selina smirked as she pecked Bruce on the lips.

"Tell me you don't find it hot. Tell me you're not interested and I'll stop."

Bruce Wayne was many things, but what he was not, was a moron. His girlfriend wanted to bring another hot woman into their bed, and he wasn't such an idiot that he would deny her.

It had been a surprise in the beginning when Selina admitted to him that she was bisexual. It hadn't changed anything between them. Their budding relationship was going smoothly, and they had been sexually very active ever since they got together.

However, it was a few weeks later that she came up to him with this idea. The thought of adding another woman to their equation was something that both excited him as well as filled him with apprehension. After all, he knew how shallow some of those women in Gotham were. Wayne was not a regular name on the island, and it came with both its positives and negatives.

Bruce had agreed to have another woman in their bed; however, he had declined to have anything more than a physical relationship. Selina had agreed that they will not include another woman they both didn't find worthy enough to be a part of their trio.

Ever since he had agreed, she had been restless until it had boiled over. She had all but dragged him to the club and promptly plopped herself in his lap like she normally did. Scott, the bartender, had simply given him an amused smirk before putting down their regulars in front of them.

Since then, Selina had been enjoying herself while looking around the club for a woman who she found attractive enough to join them for the night. Meanwhile, Bruce was simply busy enjoying having such a beauty in his lap. Her lovely tits were right in front of his face, her cleavage prominently displayed which his eyes feasted on. Selina had long noticed what he was doing and was happily indulging him. It's not as if it was anything he hadn't seen or touched or licked or kissed or even stuck his cock in before.

"Find anyone?" He asked, placing a soft kiss on the top of her breasts. Selina giggled.

"No one special yet," she said over the music. Bruce smiled and opened his mouth to reply, before abruptly closing it. Frowning, he tapped Selina twice on her thigh. She looked at him in confusion before following his gaze. She sighed in understanding and hopped off his lap on the sofa as Bruce looked at her.

"You stay here and continue. I'll go see what he wants."

Selina chuckled before looking at him sultrily. She pushed herself flush against him and breathed into his ear. "I'll find someone, and take her to our bedroom. You can join us after you're done with whatever there is. Sounds good?"

Bruce smirked, "Sounds awesome. See you later then."

He kissed her and pulled away. He walked up the stairs at the side of the bar, nodding at Scott who nodded back and came to a stop on the terrace.

"Time to see what Gordon wants then," he muttered, quickly donning his suit and mask, his eyes fixed on the signal hovering in the air.

XXXXX

Natasha had just sat down on the barstool when she felt someone take a seat to her right. She looked over and expertly kept her expression in check when she saw who it was. She ordered her drink and ignored the raven-haired beauty who seemed to be checking her out every so often.

"Can I help you, miss?"

"Selina Kyle," she smiled, her hand extended in front of her.

"Natasha Romanoff," Natasha shook her hand gently. No need to give her a fake name when she was going to come clean soon anyway. However, she was slightly surprised but quickly understood the woman's intentions when her fingers lingered on her hand as they pulled away.

'Need to engage her in a conversation. Just to be sure though. She's the direct ticket to Bruce. I don't see him with her.'

Ignoring the information she had received, and assuming Bruce were not here, she grabbed the glass and took a sip. Selina copied her, sipping before looking at her with a smile.

"I don't think I've seen you here before," she remarked, her lips quirked into a smile which seemed genuine, but Natasha knew was very much not so. She could feel the hidden intentions of the woman in her gaze and body language. She was very good, but not better than the Black Widow.

Now, all that was left for her was to confirm her true intentions, and if what she suspected was right, it would be even easier to get to Bruce. Her mother might have told her not to make this a seduction mission, but maybe she wouldn't need to. Maybe it would be made a fun mission for her. She smiled at Selina as the two women engaged in a conversation that started platonically but quickly turned into something else.

XXXXX

Turns out Gordon did indeed have something serious, and Bruce was finding it a bit difficult to tackle this. Another venom trap exploded right in front of them, and he escaped by the skin of his teeth.

"I hate this moron," John Blake aka Nightwing muttered as he kicked the exploded trap away. However, it had the misfortune of landing on the head of Barbara Gordon aka Batgirl.

"Johnny Boy…" Barbara growled, taking a menacing step towards the young man who yelped and tried to run, before jumping at the very last moment when another trap exploded.

"Fucking hell, I hate this cunt!"

Bruce sighed.

"Quit playing around. Wrap this up quickly and go back home. I don't want to explain to your father why you're out at this time of the night playing vigilante," he rebuked, looking at Barbara in the end. The girl pouted before punching John on his shoulder when he laughed.

"And you. Start taking this seriously already. You could've been really injured at least twice in as many minutes."

Nightwing simply nodded with a sigh.

"Come. We're already there. I have some questions to ask of our dear guests."

The trio walked carefully through the corridor until they reached a large warehouse. Wooden casks were scattered everywhere, and in the middle stood the cunt and his partner with matching grins on their faces.

"And the famed Caped Crusader arrives with his underlings. Welcome Batman!" Riddler spread his arms theatrically as he grinned. Beside him, a redhead smirked.

"Long time no see," Poison Ivy whispered, licking her lips as she looked at the two men in front of her. Barbara saw her and growled.

"Oh shut it, girl. I won't be claiming your man there," she gestured towards John and chuckled as the girl flushed. "I won't say no to a kiss though," Ivy smirked, her poisonous lips curving upwards.

"How did you escape?" Bruce asked in a gruff voice. Riddler looked at him and laughed.

"Oh Batman, look who you're talking to. You're really questioning me? Have you forgotten me already?"

Bruce stoically stared at the man.

"Alright. Let's play a game then," Riddler smirked, pulling out a deck of cards and placing them on the table in front of him. He spread them over the table and grinned. "Pick a card."

Bruce simply stared as John and Barbara prepared themselves, ready to jump into action.

"Don't get too close with either of them," Bruce muttered softly as Riddler smirked.

"You don't wanna play? Too bad," he mocked, before throwing the cards right at them. Instantly, Bruce pulled himself up and dangled against the ceiling. John ran forward and slid under the cards and Barbara fired a grapple and swung forward. The cards exploded right where they had been, smoke scattering all over the place.

Poison Ivy threw pouches of aromatic poison right in the smoke, intending to target at least one of them as Bruce and Barbara swung forward in silence while John dodged them as best as he could. Barbara threw pellets full of tear gas inside the smoke and smiled when the cry of Poison Ivy was heard.

Riddler stepped back and pulled out his cane. He tapped it against a box and grinned when it transformed into a miniature drone and started tracking his airborne adversaries. Bruce saw a blast of laser coming towards him and quickly dodged before Barbara fired several batarangs at the drone. Riddler frowned when it exploded.

"Tch. You're a pesky little thing, aren't you?" He grunted, looking at Barbara who threw another batarang at him. He threw himself to the side and grinned, before looking at the returning projectile and leaning to the side, deliberately mocking the girl. He frowned when she looked behind him and grinned before his eyes widened when the batarang collided with another one and exploded barely a metre away from him. Blinding light filled his vision as he was electrocuted, his cane falling from his hand.

"Good distraction, wasn't I?" Barbara smiled when Bruce came over to her and dropped a stun bomb on the Riddler.

"Tie him up properly. Be careful though. The idiot could have anything. Better not touch him directly."

Barbara nodded as Bruce turned towards the thick smoke in the middle of the warehouse. It had been eerily silent all this while. Neither John nor Poison Ivy had been sighted, and he was wondering if they were having a silent chase in no visibility. Quickly, he pulled out a few accessories and in no time, assembled something that looked like a gun. He fired it right inside the smoke. The vacuum hole attached itself to the floor and sucked all the smoke, rendering John and Poison Ivy visible.

His eyes widened when he saw the scene in front of him. Dark creepers covered the ground, protruding out of those wooden casks that were placed all over the warehouse, and there stood Poison Ivy, with John right beside her. His body was encased in branches which squeezed him, prompting him to grunt as Ivy smirked.

"Foolish of you two to focus on him over there, when you should've paid more attention to me," she smirked. Barbara, who had tied Riddler up properly, came up beside him and glared.

"Tell me girl, should I kiss him?" Ivy smirked, looking at Barbara who was glaring at her. This woman might be mocking her, but Barbara had come to care for the idiot, probably a bit too much if she was honest with herself. There was no way Johnny Boy was dying.

"You don't have to do this," Bruce tried, his eyes trained on Ivy who was looking at Barbara. His fingers curled and he pressed a small button right at his wrist, away from everyone's gaze. He looked at John's struggling face and their eyes locked for a moment. He quickly blinked twice and looked away.

"Oh trust me, I'll love to do this," she smirked before she took a couple of steps forward. "But you're right, I don't have to. I'll agree to leave him, if you agree to one thing, Batman."

Bruce looked at her and tilted his head to the side.

"Will you let me kiss you, Batman?" She asked in an innocent voice, before smirking evilly. "Go ahead and answer me, Batman. Will you? I'll leave this one then."

"Now!" Bruce whispered and jumped into action. Barbara fired her grapple and pulled herself in the air as Bruce flung his batarangs right where John was. His gun fired at Ivy, who created a shield of wood which exploded. She turned around to reach John when a smoke bomb hit the ground in front of her.

"GAH!" She shouted in aggravation as the sound of her plants being cut reached her ears. "What?"

"You had your fun, Ivy. But it's over now," she heard Batman's voice as a searing pain shot through her. She looked down to see a syringe sticking out of her thigh. Immediately, her legs went numb and she fell to the ground, looking on in shock as the smoke subsided. Her wide eyes took in the sight of Batman wielding a massive flamethrower and burning all her lovely plants in sight. Her gaze turned upwards where she saw the two brats dangling against the ceiling and she snarled.

"Damn you!" She cursed as the last of her plants burnt away.

Bruce tapped the button once again, and the flamethrower disintegrated into a pen, which he threw at John who caught it. The two young vigilantes dropped back to the ground. Barbara checked John for any injuries, who reassured her that he was fine.

"Right after I slid under those cards and they exploded, I felt something wrap around my legs. Seems like she went into action right then. All I could hear were the sounds of your fight while I stood there wrapped in stem and leaves. Fuck, they were painful," John cursed. Barbara looked at him and slapped him on the back of his head.

"You utter twat," she muttered as Bruce shook his head before looking at Ivy who had lost control of her limbs by now. He dropped a stun bomb on her for good measure and tied her up carefully. Once done with her, he walked over to Riddler who was mumbling incoherently.

"Heehee… heh… Riddle me this… heeheeheh… The circus…" He muttered before trailing away.

Bruce frowned when he went silent. With a sigh, he secured them and walked towards John and Barbara.

"Well, looks like we won," she grinned. Bruce looked at her and shook his head.

"They were barely fighting," he remarked, looking at the unconscious pair, "At least Ivy was. Riddler was his usual self, but no way Ivy would've lost so easily. No, it's like they were simply passing their time. They knew they would be going back to Arkham, and they had no problem with it."

John and Barbara frowned.

"It was to show us that they can. And the fact that they are okay with going back suggests they know they can do this again," John observed.

"Also, they must know that we would make sure any possible escape routes are sealed. Which means they are confident that they have an escape route no one can think of," Barbara remarked.

Bruce nodded.

"A direct and reckless challenge. I know of someone like that," he grunted, recalling the unhinged psychopath with a painted face.

"Anyway, we have to tell them what we know and suspect. You two head back home, I'll report to Commissioner Gordon."

John and Barbara nodded as they walked away together, leaving Bruce with a couple of criminals and a couple of things on his mind.

XXXXX

After his talk with Gordon, the only thing on his mind was to vent his aggression somewhere. Post-battle aggression meant sex and lots of it. As Bruce entered his manor, he could only hope that his girlfriend was back. It didn't matter whether she succeeded or not. He needed her, now.

It surprised Bruce just how much he had come to depend on human companionship. He had pushed everyone away after his parents' death, but now after all these years, he seemed to relish being with someone once again. He had thought of Natasha recently, but that's all they remained. Thoughts. He was happy with Selina, and he would not saddle her something with that. Not to mention he didn't know where Natasha stood in her personal life either.

The faint sound of giggling brought him out of his musings, and he stopped for a moment. Did she really get someone? Oddly excited for some reason, he smiled and began climbing up the stairs towards their bedroom. The sounds intensified, soft giggles mixed with moans, and he smirked. It seemed his girlfriend was really enjoying herself.

'Well, I'm glad she finally got someone she deemed worthy enough to share our bed.'

With a faint chuckle, he pushed the door open. He glanced at them for barely a second before entering and shutting the door behind him. He locked it for good measure. Although Alfred was away, there were other servants around the estate and it wouldn't do if any of them entered while they were otherwise occupied.

He turned around and stared for a moment. His lovely girlfriend was still garbed in her black dress as she groped this lovely lady's all over her silver dress, the colours perfectly contrasting with one another. He observed that she was a redhead, and had a very nice ass. The curve through her dress was showcased enticingly as they kissed each other heatedly. Her back was facing him, and his eyes trailed down her body to her legs. They were long and slender, and he observed the skin tones of both women were the same.

With a smile, Bruce walked forward and pressed his front against the mystery woman's back. His lips found the side of her neck, and he started to suck softly. The soft moan he was rewarded with made his cock harden further, and he showed it to her by rubbing his pelvis against her curvaceous ass.

"I assume you explained what this is to our lovely guest here?" Bruce asked his girlfriend, who giggled.

"Oh yes, I have. And she wholeheartedly agreed. But it gets better," Selina smirked as she watched Natasha leaning her head to the side, allowing her boyfriend to pepper the side of her neck with kisses and licks. She involuntarily licked her lips in response. It seemed her boyfriend was also hooked on this woman, and given what she knew by now, it seemed purely poetic.

"Oh yeah? How does it get better?" Bruce asked in between kisses, and Selina watched with satisfaction as Natasha's eyes fluttered in excitement.

"Why don't you turn our lovely guest around and decide if we should make her a permanent member of our relationship?" Selina asked with a wide grin, and Bruce abruptly stopped.

"I thought we decided we'll keep it purely physical?" Bruce asked, his lips still against Natasha's neck and his eyes furrowed as he looked at her in confusion.

"I don't think you'd want to let this lovely lady go after this," she smirked, and grabbed Natasha's hands, pulling her forward until their fronts were flush against each other. She looked at Natasha, who mirrored the smirk on her face, and as one, they turned to look at Bruce.

Bruce staggered back as he looked at her. It had been a few years since he'd last seen her, but she had barely changed at all. Her crimson tresses flowed down in waves, strands framing her face elegantly. But what beckoned him forward were her eyes, filled with raw emotions that were too overwhelming. He didn't know when he was in front of her or when his palm started caressing her cheek softly. However, he caught himself at the very last moment.

Natasha watched with a frown as he pulled back and turned to look at Selina, who was smiling at the pair of them.

"You know, I didn't fully believe Natasha here when she told me everything, but that reaction right there proves it beyond anything," she looked at Bruce with a small smile, "You still love her so much."

Natasha looked at Bruce with slightly wide eyes and a smile, who was staring at Selina.

"I know you love me, Bruce. But your love for Natasha is clear. Your eyes are practically screaming right now."

She walked forward and took his hand in hers, and locked her eyes with his. "You pushed them all away. For how long though? Haven't you suffered enough? Haven't they? When will this end, Bruce?"

Each whisper was like a dagger through his heart. He had accepted it some time ago and recognised his actions for what they were – clouded in grief and misplaced blame. Yet, he had not gone back. Nick Fury, Diana Kent, Clark Kent, they all had personally approached him. And yet he had rebuffed them, either in resentment or guilt.

Seeing Natasha here after all these years brought up feelings he had long buried somewhere within himself, deep into some abyss in his heart he didn't have any intention of ever venturing into. And yet, despite his adamant reluctance, it seemed those feelings had crawled their way to the surface, like a geyser through the frozen land.

"I know you two have things you want to talk about, so I'll be standing right there," she pointed to the far end of the room, "and you two talk it out. Afterwards, I hope to join my new lovers in bed."

With a smile, Selina walked off, leaving Bruce standing there with Natasha who was looking at him with a warmth-filled gaze.

"Bruce…" Natasha whispered as she walked forward, pressing herself against him, her hands resting on his chest as she looked up into his eyes. He brushed a strand of red hair aside.

"Forgive me?" He whispered, caressing her cheek softly. She smiled.

"There's nothing to forgive. Just let me be with you. I've waited long enough. You've waited long enough."

Her eyes burned, and he brushed the drops of tears away, cupping her face and bringing her into a sweet kiss – their first; her first.

Her fists tightened on his shirt as she pressed herself close, and she kissed him back with as much enthusiasm as she could muster. His hands trailed around her face and buried into her hair as he pulled her closer, and Natasha couldn't have pulled away even if she wanted to. Her arms wrapped around him, and she could feel herself getting hotter with every second they stayed in their embrace.

Her body was flush against his, and she could feel his hardness poking her in her lower belly, and with a wicked grin against his lips, she brought her hand down and palmed him. His hiss of pleasure sent a jolt through her sopping pussy.

They were moving too fast, but neither cared for it. This was almost a decade in the making, and none had any more time or the inclination to wait any longer.

Her fingers did a quick work of his belt, and she unbuttoned him before pulling the zip down. In one go, she pulled his pants and innerwear down as he shrugged off his boots along with them, freeing up his rock-hard prick.

She smirked when he hissed at the contact, and started to softly stroke him. The feel of his hard prick in her palm was something she had thought of numerous times over the years, yet remained unaware of. No more.

His hands were no longer idle either. She moaned when he caressed her curves over her silver dress, his hands brushing over her sides and her large tits before he palmed her luscious ass and kneaded the bouncy flesh. The feeling of his hands over her body was exhilarating, and when he pulled her dress over her ass and left it bare for his palm to cup and stroke it, she felt like she was on fire.

"You're breathtakingly beautiful," he whispered against her lips, and she looked him in the eyes.

"And you'll have all of me. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever."

He smiled. "I won't have it any other way."

Bending down, he started to pepper her neck with kisses while she stroked him. His lips sucked and nipped on the tender skin and her collarbone where he nibbled playfully, and she rubbed her thumb over his cockhead, covering it with his precum. His palms fondled her bare arse, kneading the supple flesh as dough and Natasha could only moan as she groped his bare ass with her free hand.

"I've waited for this day for so long," she groaned. Bruce came up and kissed her softly.

"Me too," he whispered, before grabbing her ass firmly and lifting her. Her legs wrapped around his waist in an instant, and Bruce walked forward before dropping with her onto the bed. She laughed up at him as Bruce looked at her with a smile.

He sat straight on his knees and started unbuttoning his shirt and Natasha imitated him and stood up on her knees in front of him. Once he was done, he threw the shirt to the ground and brought his hand up to cup her cheek and kiss her softly.

"Strip me, Bruce," she whispered against his lips.

His hands found the zip at the back and he pulled it down. Natasha shrugged off the straps and he grabbed the dress in his fists before pulling it over her head, leaving her clad in only a matching pair of white lace bra and panties which enticed him even more.

"You ready?" She whispered against his lips, and he responded by unhooking her bra and looking at her. She smirked as she held it up against her chest before scooting back on the bed until she was leaning against the headboard.

"Bruce," she whispered as she looked at him before her eyes found Selina who was leaning against the wall and smiling at them. She smiled back before looking at Bruce once again and letting it drop. His eyes drank in the sight of her wondrous tits, full and pert, and naked for his viewing pleasure. Her legs parted and she grinned before grabbing the waistband of her panties, and slowly lifted her ass off the bed, pulling them down her legs before throwing them along with her bra to the floor.

Bruce Wayne had been with a few women over the years. He had been happily making love with his lovely girlfriend for months now. Yet, the exquisite sight of his childhood friend, his first love, Natasha Romanoff, with her red hair flaring behind her and her ivory skin entirely on display for him sent a jolt of pleasure through his body.

Natasha laid back on the bed and pulled him on top of her. The bed sagged under their combined weight and Natasha kissed him. Her legs parted and Bruce held himself above her, breathing heavily and looking down at her. She looked at him and nodded with a smile.

He pushed forward and her pussy slowly gave way to his thick cock. The head popped in first, and she gasped before he gave a push and buried halfway inside her in one go. Natasha hissed in pain as he broke through her barrier and held on to him for dear life. Bruce waited atop her, giving her time to regain her bearings. His face nuzzled hers as she breathed deeply before she gave him a firm nod. With one mighty shove, he buried his entire length inside her, and Natasha's back arched.

"FUCK!"

Her cry was lost as Bruce started to move in and out of her. Natasha let out a shout of pleasure and reached up to grab his shoulders as Bruce pulled his dick almost entirely out of her before he slammed back inside her.

"Faster," she cried out in ecstasy, and Bruce did just that. With one firm kiss on her lips that left her reeling, he sat back on his knees and started to piston in and out of her, keeping a firm hold on her thighs as he pulled her against him firmly.

Selina, who had stripped naked and had been stroking her clit for a few minutes now, walked forward and dropped her wet pussy on Natasha's face. The redhead began to eat her out in an instant.

"I hope you didn't forget me, love," she whispered against his lips, and he smashed his lips against hers. His cock thrust in and out of her at a ferocious pace and Natasha couldn't even make a sound apart from groaning into Selina's pussy over her mouth. The redhead brought her hand under Selina's thigh before her fingers found her clit and started to rub them firmly.

"Oh fuck!" Selina cried out in pleasure and Bruce grinned as he increased the speed of his hammering. Natasha's lovely tits jiggled over her chest enticingly, and he leaned forward to capture her nipples in his mouth. The lovely redhead moaned lewdly against Selina's pussy.

Selina looked down when she saw Natasha grip her thigh painfully before her eyes fell on her pussy.

"She's close, Bruce, very close," she remarked excitedly as Bruce started to pump vigorously inside her sodden cunt. Her soft flesh was all red and wet, and in no time, he felt her clutching him like a vice.

Natasha cried out in pleasure as Selina got off her and her body started to spasm. Her orgasm crashed through her like a volcanic eruption and all she could do was writhe in ecstasy as Bruce slowly pulled out of her.

She felt him kiss her softly, and she reciprocated before he was pulled away.

"I guess it's my turn now," Selina grinned before she bent over and presented her round arse to Bruce. "I'm close as well. Fuck me," she whispered, looking at him over her shoulder. Bruce grinned before lining up his cock against her cunt, and in one push, he buried himself inside her.

Selina cried out in pleasure as he started to fuck her. His hard cock buried inside her as deep as it could before pulling back and plunging back in. She looked up and saw Natasha sitting up before the redhead took her head in her hands and planted her lips on hers.

Bruce looked on in satisfaction as the two women continued to make out and increased the speed of his thrusts. His body leaned forward and he started to stroke her clit furiously, prompting a cry from the brunette as her pussy walls tightened around him.

Selina shuddered and her upper body dropped onto the bed. Her tits mashed against the mattress as her ass stayed raised high in the air, her pussy gushing around his cock.

Bruce pulled out of her and quickly turned her around, before shooting a thick load right on her belly and tits. Selina giggled when he hit her neck and her face, before pulling Natasha close.

"Some for our new lover as well," she whispered, and Bruce shot another load which hit Natasha right on her face. His final load hit her on her tits and Bruce fell on the bed, breathing firmly.

He saw Selina whip up some of his spunk off Natasha's tits before bringing it over to her mouth and watched as she lewdly swallowed all of it.

"A toast to a long future of togetherness, hmm?"

Bruce looked at Natasha, who looked at him before they both burst into laughter. Selina looked at them and shortly joined in. Everything was perfect for the moment, and they could discuss further matters the next day. For now, they had a good and satisfying night of sleep to look forward to or may be a few more rounds during the night. The possibilities were numerous.

All Bruce could think of as he lay on his back with two curvaceous bodies on either side of him, with their tits pressed against his chest, was how lucky he was to have two women as remarkable as Natasha and Selina with him. The threesome soon drifted off into a blissful sleep, leaving the serious matters for the future.

To be continued…

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