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He was hoping this would go smoothly.
Bruce sat perched atop a stone spire, looking down on the dingy apartment building. Through his binoculars he eyed a window on the third floor. The window was blocked out with dark curtains, making it impossible to see inside.
He put the binoculars down and thought for a moment. He knew this was his apartment. He had been tracking possible suspects for weeks now, and the most recent addition to the list led him here.
Edward Nashton. A forensic accountant who had been seen making some suspicious purchases just days before the murder of Mayor Mitchell.
He looked at the dim building. It sat silently, like the place itself was asleep. He checked the time. The digital numbers told him it was a little past ten o' clock.
Out of the corner of Bruce's eye, he saw slight movement, causing him to turn his attention back to the complex. He saw the silhouette of a person leaving the building, rushing out into the drizzling rain. Bruce put the binoculars to his eyes again, attempting to get a better look.
He could make out a green parka and sandy blonde hair before the figure disappeared into the night down the block.
It was him.
He decided to make his move as soon as possible. Who knows how long Nashton would be away from his lair.
He tucked away the binoculars and took out his grappling hook, one of his new gadgets. He stood up and aimed it at the overhang above Nashton's apartment window. The hook was launched and found itself nestled between the bricks of the building. Bruce let it drag him through the air and onto the side of the building. He perched himself outside of the window and began to attempt to unlock the window. He wanted to do as little damage as possible. Eventually, the window cracked open and he let himself in.
The inside of the apartment was as he imagined. It was dim and messy. Just absolutely filled with junk and clutter. There was hardly any light, save for a few lamps and a light in the kitchen. The walls were plastered with newspaper clipping, printed out photos that were ruined with red paint, ciphers and strange symbols. There was nobody home, but Bruce still walked quietly, as if not to disturb anyone.
He made his way over to Edward's cluttered desk. It was covered in ledgers and books, along with more newspaper clippings and crude drawings. Sitting next to the desk was something that resembled at torture device. Obviously homemade.
Bruce reached out to inspect the mysterious ledgers on the desk, but is interrupted by the sound of a lock turning.
"Shit," he thinks to himself. "Home already."
There was really no time to make a quiet getaway, so Bruce decided to hide himself. A stupid idea really.
He hid in the darkness of the bedroom, hoping that Edward wouldn't go in there before he could make his escape. He listens from the other room as Edward comes in, dropping his keys by the front door. His steady footsteps, cross into the living room where he drops some heavy sounding objects onto the floor. Edward lets out a sigh before walking into the kitchen. Bruce hears him fiddle with a few things before walking back into the living area.
The footsteps stop for a moment.
The entire apartment is still. Bruce listens as Edward's footsteps lead to his desk and stop there.
"I know you're there."
The voice came out of nowhere, breaking the intense silence of the apartment. It made Bruce's posture even more rigid. How could he have known?
Edward spoke again.
"Yes, I know you're there. You make it so obvious."
Bruce didn't dare move. He didn't know what to do. This was becoming a tricky situation.
"Come on now. Come on out so we can settle this. Have a little talk if you will," Edward said. "You know you want to."
Bruce stood still, unmoving. He did want to have a talk, but like this? He weighed his options which were make an attempt to flee the scene through the bedroom window or agree to Edward's invitation to chat. In a moment of weakness, he chose the latter.
Bruce emerged from the darkness of the bedroom into the main area. He now stood face to face with the man behind the mask. Edward Nashton. The Riddler.
Edward stood and watched as Batman walked closer to him. His face lit up with glee. Bruce stood very close to him, feeling like he was towering over him despite being only a few inches taller than the other man.
Edward looked up at him in awe. "Wow. I never thought I would be standing so close to you."
Bruce didn't say anything. He just stared back at him. Edward's hand reached up to touch Bruce's cowl.
"Your mask is perfect." He lowers his voice, "Do you want to see me in mine?"
Bruce slapped Edward's hand away before he could touch him. "Don't."
"What? Don't want me to see the man behind the mask?" he teased. When Bruce didn't answer he frowned. "Okay, have it your way."
Edward turned and walked towards his messy desk, leaning his back against it. "So, would you like to explain to me why I caught you breaking into my humble abode?" Bruce once again walked towards him, getting uncomfortably close. "You know why I'm here, Nashton."
"I do?" he sneered. "I'm not so sure about that, Bats."
At this point, Bruce's temper was spiking. He crossed over to where Edward was leaning against the desk and pushed him down onto it, now absolutely towering over him. This harsh movement caused multiple items to fall off the desk and onto the floor. Papers, books, the ledgers.
Bruce now held Edward in place, his large arms caging the smaller man in. He was hunched over and close to Edward's face. The other man's breathing hitched and was now coming out in shaky little exhales.
Bruce looked down at him, but didn't move. He didn't do anything. He just stared. Stared into Edward's wide eyes. His blown out pupils.
"You know why I'm here."
"Oh, do I ever," Edward smiled up at him.
Without warning, Edward leaned forward and kissed Bruce. It was a warm and needy and Edward gave it all he could. Without hardly missing a beat, Bruce kissed back, slipping his tongue into Ed's waiting mouth. Edward moaned greedily into the kiss, the noise sending shockwaves to Bruce's cock. Edward's hands found themselves gripping Bruce's shoulders and creeping ever so slowly to his head.
Bruce ended the kiss and took Ed's wrists in his hands, holding them above the man. Edward looked up at Bruce with lust clouding his half-lidded eyes. His breaths were heavy and his cheeks red.
He spoke softly, almost embarrassed, "What are you going to do with me?"
Bruce didn't really know how to answer. All of this was so unexpected. He didn't want to, but he spoke anyway. "Whatever I want to."
Edward shivered in pleasure. "I was hoping you would say that."
Edward went in for another kiss, his delicate wrists still in Bruce's grip. Now the boundaries had been broken. Edward once again moaned whorishly into the sloppy, wet kiss, attempting to rut against Bruce since his hands were unavailable. Bruce was beginning to get unbearably hot in his suit, feeling it get tight around his hardening cock. Edward began to struggle in Bruce's grip, which was getting annoying. He pulled away from the kiss, much to Ed's disappointment.
But Ed yelped in surprise as Bruce turned him around and bent him over, pinning him hard against the desk. He still held the man's arms and pinned them close against his back, in what could only be described as an uncomfortable position. But Eddie didn't seem to mind. He began to laugh.
"So this is why you came here. Just to use me like a toy, huh?"
Bruce gripped Edward's locks of blonde hair and pulled, causing the man to let out a low groan. "Shut up."
"Hah, no can do, sir."
Bruce let go of his grip on Ed's hair and turned his attention to the roll of duct tape that was sitting on the edge of the desk. He took it in his hands and began to unroll it, the sound of the tape ripping through the quiet apartment made Edward jump. Even without Bruce hands on them, Ed's arms stayed firmly planted crossed behind his back. He allowed Bruce to bind his arms firmly behind his back, just to keep them out of the way.
With that, he tossed the tape aside and began tending to more important matters. Edward was already panting like a dog and trying to rut against the desk, just to get a lick of pleasure. Bruce had left him incapacitated.
Bruce began to palm himself through the suit, his cock achingly hard at this point. He looked down at the pathetic man below him, bent over and bound, wanting and needing so badly to be fucked.
"Please...," a quiet voice spoke. Edward was practically drooling on himself at this point. Bruce knew he wanted to be taken. He reached his free hand around Ed's waist and started feeling him through his pants. His cock was fully hard. Bruce went ahead and undid Edward's belt and pants, pulling them down to reveal his cock. Ed shivered, now exposed to the cold air.
He attempted to hide himself from Bruce, almost seeming ashamed. At this, Bruce gave Edward's pale ass a firm smack, causing him to let out a yelp. Bruce leaned down next to Ed's ear.
"Don't hide from me."
"Y-yes, sir," he stuttered.
Bruce turned his attention back to Edward's cock, giving it a couple of drawn out strokes. At the same time, he took his dick out of the confining suit and began stroking himself. With Edward, he picked up the pace, causing the man below him to start panting and moaning.
When Bruce could tell Ed was close, he let go of his cock, leaving him disappointed and wanting more. He bucked into the air, missing Bruce's grip.
Without warning, Bruce reached around and stuck two of his fingers into Edward's mouth, gagging him.
"Spit," he commanded.
He waited until Ed had coated his fingers in saliva before removing them and guiding his hand to Ed's ass. He began with one finger, pushing it slowly into Edward's hole. Ed gasped and struggled in his binds, trying to get away from the sharp pain. "Oh God....," he mumbled against the desk.
Bruce continued his assault on Edward's ass, now adding another spit covered finger.
Edward began writhing and moaning under Bruce, pushing back on his fingers. Bruce loved hearing the other man's moans and could tell that he could sing like a canary. He was so ready to open up to him and be taken.
After a moment more, he completely removed his fingers from Edward's stretched hole, leaving him empty and keening. But he wasn't empty for long, as Bruce replaced his fingers with his cock, guiding it into Edward.
Edward moaned loudly and breathlessly, panting against the desk he was bent over. It wasn't long before Bruce was completely inside him, the tip of his cock brushing against Ed's prostate.
He slowly started to pump in and out of Edward, not wanting to be too rough too soon. But soon Edward was begging for more.
"God, please, please fuck me. Harder...," he cried.
Bruce had to oblige. He began pumping harder into the man, the sound of skin against skin getting louder. The apartment began to fill with Edward's moans and cries. The man looked so good where Bruce had him. His blonde hair disheveled and out of place, his little glasses crooked on his cherub face. The tape leaving harsh red marks on his arms. He looked wrecked. It made Bruce thrust even faster.
Edward's quick, high pitched moans became louder and faster with each thrust of Bruce's cock. Soon, his legs were becoming shaky and wobbly. He was close.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck... I-I'm close!" he slurred. Bruce was too, he could feel it. Bruce reached forward and grabbed a handful of Edward's hair, yanking his head back at an angle. This extra force caused Ed to come almost immediately after. Bruce was close behind him, coming after a few more thrusts. He released into Ed's ass, filling him up with come. Edward moaned in absolute overstimulated ecstacy.
Bruce pulled out, watching the come spill out down his legs and onto the hardwood floor. He stood there for a moment, looking at what he'd done. Looking at a violated, disheveled Edward Nashton.
Edward sank to his knees, head still barely resting on the desk. He was breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling fast.
He began to laugh to himself.
"Well, that was unexpected."
He turned his head towards Bruce.
"We should do this again sometime."