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Rating
Explicit
Length
3.1 k words
Summary
Batman visits Detective Ellen Yin in Metropolis to find out why she left Gotham after James Gordon took over as Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department...
Excerpt
“What are you doing here?” She kept her voice measured. Professional. “Gotham is your city.” “I can ask you the same thing.” The deflection was so utterly him that Ellen almost smiled. Almost. Instead, she let a bitter edge creep into her tone. “Well, I figured after Gordon and your new sidekicks rolled in, you didn’t need me anymore.” The words hung between them. She hadn’t meant to say it like that—hadn’t meant to reveal the bruised thing underneath her carefully maintained composure. But it was three in the morning, and she was wearing almost nothing, and the world’s greatest detective was standing in her bedroom looking at her with those unreadable white lenses. “I’ll always need you.” The words landed differently than anything she’d ever heard him say. Stripped of the growl, delivered with something approaching tenderness. Ellen’s throat tightened. He took a step toward her. That’s when the full reality of the situation crashed into her consciousness. She was sitting on her bed in a loose black tank top and red panties. That was it. No jeans, no blazer, no shoulder holster. Just thin cotton and the awareness that Batman had never seen more of her than her face and hands. Her arms crossed instinctively, pressing against her chest. The movement only smooshed her breasts together, deepening the visible cleavage above the tank top’s scoop neck. She realized this about half a second after doing it, felt heat bloom across her collarbone. “I… well, I’m sure you manage without me.” Another step. He was close enough now that she could smell the night air clinging to his cape, the faint undertone of metal and reinforced fabric. Close enough that she had to tilt her chin up to maintain the illusion that she was looking him in the eyes. “I do… but I still miss you.” Close enough that when she breathed in, her chest nearly brushed against him. Ellen became acutely aware of just how tall he was. How the costume did nothing to hide the muscular architecture underneath—the breadth of his shoulders, the taper of his waist, the way his forearms corded with strength even at rest. She’d seen him fight. She knew what that body could do. But knowing it and standing inches from it were two very different things...
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