Dark Knights of Steel: Ash and Blood | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician [Part 5/6]
Synopsis: Bruce and Vivian spend more time together as they prepare for the coming war and the Solstice that Queen Lara has been preparing for. Kal-El tries to play cupid between his brother and the Lady of House Pryor.
“It is a generous offer,” Gordon continued with the meeting with the map and records laid out on the table, and Vivian practicing her magic with Constantine at the dais. They took the meeting outside for the day to be more productive – as Constantine said – and so they can hit two birds with one stone as well. “The lands offered by the Els to you and the Houses that follow you.”
“And what about Gotham?” Vivian asked, her eyes fixed on the spell she was casting where she could manipulate the earth around her. John has trained the Royal children of the fallen King Pierce so he knows how to do the whole elemental magic as well, and it can help with evening the odds.
“My Lady, as much as it pains us all but Gotham is no more,” Gordon sighed. “Take the lands that Queen Lara has offered. They are good lands, and the castle there—we can fix it in no time with your powers and the help of others. It is a new era for our people. Your people.”
“Not everyone will be pleased.”
“You’re the only noble who cares about what others think,” John joined in the conversation. “Oh look, an attack!”
He threw a spell at her. Vivian deflected it with her outstretched palm that created a small shield.
“I doubt my enemy would announce their attacks, John,” Vivian gave him a look.
“I’m bored, what do you expect?”
Vivian released the earth she was manipulating and faced him. “There are mages who can create weapons with magic. Teach me that.”
“Like you can fight,” John scoffed, he hopped off the fence he sat on. “I did get to talk with the Bat-Prince about your abilities. Defense is your strength. You are a shield, Vivian, not a canon we can fire at them. With what we have, we best make use of that.”
“Then help me reinforce a shield or better yet, help turn this heatwave to winter.”
Gordon agrees. “I do miss the late summer snow in Gotham. Gods, it’s like the sun here has no mercy.”
“Get used to it, old man. You just convinced your noble to take the lands in the north,” John chuckled. “You want ice? Fine, let’s see what kind of ice you can make first.”
Vivian cast the spell and then stomped on the ground, a sheet of ice appeared that trailed up to the fountain, freezing its waters. Gordon walked towards it and laid on the frozen water. Dick and Jason came to the courtyard and found the old man there and gave him a questioning look.
“I’m fine,” Gordon told them.
“You’re laying in the fountain,” Jason pointed out.
“I’m laying on the frozen fountain and I am fine.”
“Old geezer.”
“I heard that!”
Running to Vivian, the Robins bowed before her before stating their business.
“Lady Vivian, Queen Lara would like to see you in th throne room,” Dick started.
“Any reason?” Vivian asked.
Jason then spoke, avoiding Vivian’s gaze to hide his blush, “An army bearing the firebird sigil has arrived.”
“Alright, I’m up!” Gordon got up from the fountain. “That must be the Vreelands.”
The army that came was led by a man named Hector Vreeland, a proud general and knight who led his House and his army all the way from the northern mountains to hide from Luthor and their treacherous kin, and to El Lands where their Lady have sought refuge.
Bruce had been the one to meet the general at the road and led him to the palace. When they came to Queen Lara, the General told the Queen of his, his family, and their people’s journey through the continent and hoped to see the remaining member of the House they serve.
When Vivian entered the throne room with Gordon, Vreeland’s face softened and he bowed before the Lady, following him was his family and his army. As soon as they rose up again, a woman with a lighter shade of red hair ran towards Vivian and brought her to an embrace.
A sister, perhaps? The El brothers turned to each other in confusion.
Or not.
“Veronica,” Vivian said.
“Vivian — sorry, Lady Vivian, now,” Veronica curtsied.
“I’m glad you are alright,” Vivian hooked her arm around the woman’s. “That all of you are.”
“Our numbers are not as many as we Vreeland-Hares are known for,” Hector said.
Zala snickered, “Hares?” she whispered to her brothers.
“House Vreeland’s sigil,” Bruce supplied.
“Fitting because I’m sure that those are all his children too,” Zala pointed at the line of young men and women.
“Your men are welcome here, General Vreeland,” said Queen Lara. “As of late we have offered a plot of land for Lady Vivian to rebuild for all of those who have fled Gotham.”
“I can escort them myself,” Bruce said.
“No need, I’ll do it,” said Dick, who came with Vivian and Gordon.
“On behalf of our people, we thank you, Queen Lara. My men and the families we brought along have been traveling for days now and are in need of rest.”
“The ride there will not take a day to arrive. If you can, we would also appreciate it if you join us for the Summer Solstice festivities.”
“Aye, we shall,” Vreeland bowed. “My Queen, My Lady. Veronica.”
Veronica glanced at Vivian, saddened that she must leave now.
“Can she stay with me?” Vivian asked. “My bed is big enough for us both, and I wouldn’t mind the company of an old friend.”
“You are not a prisoner here, Lady Vivian. You may have your companions as well,” said Kal-El.
“Very well,” Vreeland said and left with Dick.
“Come,” Vivian told Veronica, “Let’s get you cleaned up and changed.”
~ * ~
It was nice to see Vivian be at peace with the company of a friend. Since Veronica Vreeland’s arrival, she has not stopped smiling. Even in training she smiled, and her work was getting better. It helped that Veronica was there to teach her the things that John was lacking. Unlike her who had to learn on her own how to use her magic, Veronica was taught by her mother while they were on the run and had more knowledge on how to use her magic too. In a short span of time, Vivian’s skills in magic grew exponentially than it did with John.
When Bruce pointed it out, the mage only said, “Shut it, Batsy.”
But there was a difference between someone who was born with magic from someone who acquired it after getting demon blood mixed in his veins. Hence the prophecies and the dark magic, and the aid of magical tools.
The two old friends found walking on the beach below the castle cliffs, their place of practice and their sanctuary. Gordon would always accompany them and sit on the rocks, either with the records he brings along or a snack for himself.
The time Bruce and Kal-El came to see Vivian and call her to prepare for dinner, the man was reading through the records he brought along. Old books of House Pryor, he said to them. Clair Pryor and Madeline Pryor were smart to not have all of their wealth in the family vaults but are placed as investments abroad, across the sea. These were their documents of it, and Gordon has been consulting with Vivian for the rebuilding of the new homes for their people that were slowly growing. To help the others find their way to New Gotham, they started calling it that, Dick and the other Robins placed a sign on the road that points to the direction of it.
“Back in Gotham,” Gordon began. “There is a school where young mages would attend the moment they showed their magical abilities. Lady Vreeland’s magic appeared at an early age and started to attend. Lady Vivian begged the gods that her magic would appear, night after night she would pray at the hollow for her magic.”
“The school, what do they teach?” Kal-El asked.
“Magic. All things magic. It helps you find what magic is linked mostly to you. The principles on using it are the same.”
“Even how to fight?” Bruce asked when the two women started to duel with magic.
“Sigil magic. Simple magic, but when used with great force, it can do its damage,” Gordon explained. “Easier and faster to use when in battle then having to do all the spells that Lady Vivian often does.”
“She uses sigils before.”
“Yes, but not in this manner. Quick, minimal use of energy, but efficient. If only she got to attend the schools then. It gladdens me to see that the old Lady Vivian is coming back. The Purging and Luthor changed her, and while she will never be the same again, it is nice to see that she can smile like that.”
They watched as Vivian held out her hand and blocked the attack made by Veronica, then when the Vreeland woman sent a wave of fire, Vivian stood her ground and let it pass her, then in the blinding trail, she whipped her hand up and let the sea water splash over Veronica, soaking the woman.
Veronica laughed and did the same to her.
“I can’t believe you!” Veronica told her.
Vivian walked up to Veronica and the two women walked back to the dry shore where Gordon and the Princes were.
“Prince Kal-El, Bruce,” Vivian greeted, surprised to see them.
“The Queen mentioned dinner will be served soon,” Bruce told her. “We thought it best if we come to call on you to prepare.”
“Of course,” Vivian fiddled with the hem of her sleeves.
Seeing she might be freezing, and the fact her dress now hugged her body than it should, Bruce removed his cape and wrapped it around her. “The summers are hot but the nights are cold.”
“The cold,” Veronica teasingly agreed. “Yes, quite cold. This is nothing but a late summer wind in Gotham.”
Vivian laughed.
“How about,” Kal-El began. “I escort Lady Veronica to her chambers where the maids are waiting. I’m sure Lady Vivian can follow after a while.”
“That would be nice,” Veronica joined Kal-El on the steps. “Yes.”
“I can just come along,” Vivian began.
“No, take your time. I’ll just send a raven to you once I’ve finished,” Veronica pulled Gordon to his feet. “Come on, Gordon.”
“Hold on, hold on. This man’s knees are not as young as they used to be.”
“Would you like a lift, General?” Kal-El offered.
“I do not.”
Bruce sighed, knowing what his brother was up to. It was wrong for Kal-El to make these arrangements considering he was the heir to the throne. Vivian was his betrothed, but it seems his brother was trying to take the law into his own hands again.
“You were dueling,” Bruce said, coming down the steps to join Vivian.
“We were. John told me to focus on defense, Veronica agrees. She said that my type of magic is more like a dragon’s breath. It sends waves of fire, burning everything in its path, not precise as an arrow.”
“You should embrace what you have and find a way to control it,” Bruce removed the belt of his sword but pulled the weapon out of its sheath. He twirled it around, showing his skill, and took his stance. “Considering we will be waiting for the raven, best we make use of the time.”
Discarding the cape, Vivian stood before Bruce with her hands held out as if it were nets to capture whatever was thrown at her. He attacked in a way she least expected, with his Kryptonian heat vision.
Vivian produced a shield to thwart his attack and send it off to the direction of the ocean, before she could recover he came at her. Jumping off the sand with the El strength he inherited. Vivian’s shield remained but only partial, with her other hand she punched at his gut, her hand that held the shield quick to change and sent a force that pushed him back. Away from him, but only by a few inches.
She took the opening as a chance to send another attack, but Bruce was quick and attacked again, this time with a sword. Reaching behind her, Vivian summoned a weapon and the Bat-Prince’s knife appeared at her hand and it clashed with his blade.
“New tricks?” Bruce smirked.
“I have Constantine to thank,” she reached down on the sand and threw it at the air.
“Missed.”
“Not the slightest. Igni.”
The sand that fell, she burned with the highest heat and transformed while in its molten form to glass needles that pained at the Prince’s vital points.
“From Constantine?”
“Myself. Alchemy, the simplest form of magic and science,” Vivian laughed.
He released his hold on her and sheathed his sword. “And Pierce said you cannot fight.”
“She would call this dirty tricks.”
“She has magic of her own.”
“How are the lessons with your brother?” Vivian asked, hiding the knife again in the pocket of her dimension.
“Well.”
“I can see you have better control on the fires that come out of your eyes,” she pointed out. “The ice breath?”
To test it, Bruce blew at the direction of the ocean they faced and created an ice path that was later destroyed by the waves. “Not as powerful as Kel-El’s, but it can hold.”
“What about your flight?”
“Not so much. Kal-El said learning how to fly was like learning how to walk as a child. He does not recall how he learned to do it.”
Vivian laughed.
“Not much help in that aspect.”
“How to fly…” Vivian thought out loud. “Well, when I fly, I use magic to do it. It looks like I’m doing it without aid but it is actually the air that does it, I just control the air and have it do what I tell it to.”
“Technically, you’re not flying the way Els fly.”
“No, but it’s better than jumping off the ground and expecting that you do but only to fall back on your feet like a cat.”
Bruce turned to her with a pointed look. She only shrugged. There was a shift in the wind at the level of her feet and Bruce saw Vivian levitating off the ground with the winds pushing her off the ground.
“Magic is part of nature, let the power flow and return to its host,” Vivian reminded him. “Your magic does not absorb nature like others, it finds a way to leave your body.”
Taking his hands, Vivian waited patiently for him to stand—float—at her level. “What were you thinking when you flew those times?”
“The first time I flew, I heard Alfred call for me. And then it was the last time I saw him too. Waller killed him with a dark spell, she burned him alive.”
Vivian frowned. “I am sorry about Alfred, and speaking badly of him. He seems to be a good man.”
“He was. He was like a father to me. The next event I flew was… I was to save you. And so were the other times,” she was floating just at his height so Bruce could feel her breath on his cheek as he felt her come closer. “It was my duty to protect you.” He added.
Vivian frowned and moved back.
Duty. He has a duty.
To protect Lady Vivian.
To his House.
Bruce stepped forward, maybe his step was too close because their noses have touched and their foreheads rest against each other.
“I choose to protect you,” he said. “I would have crushed Faust with my bare hands if it was not for the promise I made to Alfred. To not be a murderer. To let each man have the Queen’s justice before swinging my blade.”
He felt her lips on his cheek.
The winds around them changed.
Bruce turned his head so he may meet her lips.
“I want Cobb,” Bruce swallowed. “I want to make him pay for hurting you and for touching you that day. I will bring him to you for the Queen’s justice.”
“I am no Queen,” Vivian kissed him first.
Bruce cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing on her skin, then he moved his hand to the back of her neck so he could kiss her again. Soft at first but then it turned fierce. His arm wrapped around her body to bring her closer to him.
“You are to marry.” He said mostly to himself between kisses. A reminder to himself.
“To the heir.” She kissed him still. He pulled away and held her shoulders to keep her in place.
Eyes downcast and found the pearl necklace she wore to be something he could focus on and not her eyes nor her lips, not the valley of her breast that showed as the wet bodice clung to her body. “Of House El. And we have only known each other for weeks.”
“You are right,” Vivian pulled away, descending to the ground. “I should return to the castle and prepare for dinner.”
He didn’t realize it but he flew. He flew a few feet off the ground. Bruce watched as Vivian walked away and climbed the steps.
~ * ~
Dinner was awkward with Bruce and Vivian staying silent and avoiding each other’s direction. They only spoke when they were asked about their views on the topic. They rarely looked up from their plates, and they would steal glances at each other’s direction but would not meet eyes. There were times their gazes would meet but only for a short time.
“The Solstice is tomorrow,” said Queen Lara. “Have you all prepared your frock for then? Boys?”
“Yes,” Bruce and Kal-El answered.
“Ladies?” Queen Lara turned to her daughter first then to the two Gothamite women. “Do you celebrate the Solstice differently in Gotham?”
“A little,” Vivian answered. “We would have bonfires and the druids would perform the dances to worship the gods. Then with the first full moon of the summer, in the mountains druids and mages would perform an act that shows fertility.”
“An act of fertility?” Zala asked. “Like planting a seed?”
Gordon coughed.
Vivian and Veronica smiled.
“Yes, like planting a seed,” Veronica nodded.
“The act would be done by the temple and by many volunteers.”
“All in one place?” Queen Lara asked, quite flustered.
“Yes. And on the soil, which we will spread across the fields. Which is why…”
“It is efficient to have many to perform the act,” Kal-El summarized, his face as red as the tomatoes he ate.
“Why spread the planted seeds?” Zala asked.
Lara and her brothers sighed.
“Oh, my dear,” Lara muttered and patted her daughter’s hand.
“What?” Zala raised a brow. “Will you both be doing your tradition then?”
This time it was Bruce who choked on his food.
“I do not think it is fitting if we perform that tradition here. Gotham is very rooted with its old ways of magic,” said Veronica. “People of the South no longer do these practices and found them—as we were called by Luthor then—barbaric.”
“How is planting seeds barbaric?”
“We shall talk about this in private, my dear,” Lara told Zala.
“Mother!” She glared at her brothers. “I bet you two know exactly what it is they mean.”
With Lara’s pointed look, Bruce and Kal-El shrugged.
“Not a clue,” they said in unison and returned to eating their dinner, stuffing their mouths so they couldn't speak further.
~ * ~
Before the Solstice, they had a meeting to prepare their war plans. With Luthor’s forces stopping for the Solstice– “Even Lex Luthor cannot argue with tradition, else he will anger the gods,” Tim said in his report. “He is royally pissed, but his army is made up of superstitious lot of the mountains and of the cities across the ocean… no offense to you Lady Pryor and to your people.” —they will halt their march and have their own celebration of summer. They will need the sun goddess in their favor.
“The Fork,” Bruce said then. “We would have the advantage there with the waters and the terrain. We know our lands more than they, the running water will be our first line of defence, then the deep mud will slow them down. The hills we can have our archers stationed.”
“They will arrive in three days after the Solstice, this gives us time to fortify our base,” said Diana.
“Already done,” Gordon said. “Vreeland, under the command of Lady Vivian and the Queen, have stationed their army. They are shielded by their mages. Luthor’s men will not see them there until we want him to.”
After the Solstice, after their people have found solace in their traditions and give praise to their gods will they join the others to the frontlines. And war will begin.
~ * ~
The celebrations of the Solstice began the moment morning came. From the palace of the Els Vivian could see the festivities with the vines and flowers that hung from roof to roof, the symbols of the sun and summer on the walls. Men, women, and children wearing frocks that befit the season. Light and easy to move around during the summer heat. Their food was far more abundant, with the first harvest in the summer made and prepared for the celebration.
Vivian was pulled along by Veronica to get dressed. A gift from her mother, their traditional dresses of summer made from viscose crepe, chiffon, and silk, making it lighter than the heavy garments they wore for the past few months.
“Good morrow, Lady Vivian and Lady Veronica,” Prince Kal-El was the first to greet them as they entered the table to break fast. “We are glad to see that the frocks made it in time. Zala prefers not to wear the traditional dresses.”
“We thank you for the dresses, Prince Kal-El,” Vivian curtsied.
“Bruce, don’t you think the ladies looks beautiful in their dresses?” Kal-El called for his brother who just entered the hall after a time in the barracks.
Looking up to see what his brother was talking about, Bruce stopped at his steps when he saw Vivian. The summer dresses of their nobles showed more skin than usual with shorter sleeves, bodices detached from the dress itself, giving him peeks at her navel, the collar went low, down to her chest, just before it could go past her breast, and it was fastened to her side with a clip that he can easily remove with a flick of a finger. The same goes with her skirt that was held up with a belt.
He shouldn’t be thinking of such things. Vivian is a noble woman, and his brother’s betrothed.
“Yes, they do,” said Bruce. “Shall we break fast?” He went to the table and took his place, facing away from Vivian. But not long, he was facing her again as Vivian’s plate was set across his.
Throughout the day, Vivian and Veronica were given the chance to walk around the city with Gordon and the Princes as their escorts. It has been a while since they saw such festivities, when Elliot and Luthor took over Gotham the celebrations were no longer festive. The ways to praise their goddess of fertility was no longer as sacred as it should. Many used it for their own pleasures.There was a time when it would be an honor to be part of the tradition, now it no longer has its sacred element.
“My ladies,” Dick came with the other Robins, all dressed for the occasion. “A gift,” he handed them sweets that they bought from a stall.
“Thank you, Dick,” Vivian smiled when Bruce accepted the gift given to him by Cassandra, it was sweet bread, and while Bruce rarely ate anything sweet he accepted it and thanked her.
“Lady Vivian,” Jason approached her and gave her a crown of flowers, lush and colorful, and woven to perfection. “May I…”
Vivian bent down slightly and let Jason place the crown on her head. “Thank you, Jason,” she pressed a kiss on his cheek.
His face burned red and he walked away, making Cassandra and Duke follow after him. Tim and Dick only laughed and said, “We’ll make sure he’s alright.”
As the sun began to set, the lanterns were lit and the music began to play. The Square had the bonfire awaiting for the Els to light ablaze, which will signal for the lanterns to appear. Vivian and Veronica stood at the side with Gordon then waited for the members of House El to come to the Square. When the horns blared, the music stopped, the Els arrived. Bruce came in first and flanked to the side, the Kal-El, then Zala, and finally the Queen.
Facing her people, Queen Lara addressed her people with words of thanks for their efforts in the war preparations and a promise to protect them all from the dead, and a promise to help build New Gotham where its people have already started the rebuild and a council set in place with Gordon, Vreeland, and Vivian as one of its members.
After her speech, she faced the pyre and lit it with her Kryptonian heat vision, letting the festivities begin. It was the beginning of summer now, while the weather is now on their side for the crops, it was not on their side for the war.
Music began to play again and lanterns lit from the bonfire’s flame and all flew up the sky, lighting the night sky.
Just as Jason was to approach Vivian with a lantern for her to light up to the sky, Dick pulled him away and let Bruce past them.
“Hey!” Jason shrugged off Dick’s hold.
“Seriously?” Dick scoffed. “Let it go, Jason.”
To Vivian’s surprise, Bruce approached her with an unlit lantern. “Lady Vivian,” he offered the lantern to her. It had the symbol of the phoenix on its surface.
Veronica nudged her forward and she was forced to follow Bruce to the pyre. Before Bruce could take one of the lit sticks, Vivian reached out her hand, pulled out a small flame from it, and lit the lantern. They watched as the lantern flew up to the sky, joining the others.
Vivian then held out her hand to Bruce. He took it and had them join the dance that circled the bonfire. It was an old dance that replaced the acts to bless the soil fertile.
For so long, the Els saw Bruce once again smile and dance, and be the boy he once was. For years they thought the death of his parents had changed him forever, but they hoped he would still laugh and smile and dance. And here he was. Laughing, smiling, dancing with a woman he met a couple of weeks ago. A couple of weeks yet she was able to make him smile like he was when he was a boy.
As the crowd grew to join the dances, Bruce pulled Vivian out of the train and of the Square where they ran through the streets, pulling the hoods of their cloaks to escape the others. Bruce found an alleyway, empty and dark, he took them both there. Pinning her against the wall, he pressed his forehead on hers and held her waist. Caressing her exposed skin.
“Bruce,” Vivian whispered. Her thumb tracing his lips.
“Vivian,” he kissed her palm.
He was about to lean down and kiss her when a crowd walked past them through the alley. Bruce covered her and their face from them with his hulking body and his cloak.
They went to the beach, the one where they trained and kissed. Even from there they could hear the sounds of the music being played. Both have discarded their boots and cloaks on the sand and walked on the shoreline.
“If things were different,” Vivian began. Walking beside him on the side of the ocean so her feet could enjoy the waves. “If Gotham was not destroyed and all of this never happened. Would you still have these feelings for me?”
“If we have met again, and I know we would have given our status in court, I believe I still would,” Bruce pulled her hand to stop beside him. “You would still be difficult and stubborn, no doubt a pain in the arse,” she laughed. “But you would be able to warm this heart, make it beat faster whenever I am in your presence… your smile and laughter would still bring me joy.”
Vivian looked up to meet his gaze. “You make me happy, Prince Wayne.”
Bruce leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips.
“What about duty?” Vivian asked.
“Right now?” Bruce kissed her fiercely. “Fuck duty. I have lived for duty my entire life. I traveled so I could find myself, and I can say that I have,” he kissed her again. “I found the other half that makes me whole.”
She pulled away for a moment and made him look at her. “Just promise me that you won’t regret this after.”
“I won’t. I won’t ever,” Bruce swore. “And you? Will you regret this?”
She shook her head. “I never thought I would ever want it again. Does it bother you that I’m not…”
“No, it does not. And you, does it?”
She shook her head and kissed him again.
~ * ~
Lying on their cloak, his clothes loose from their ties, the clasps of her dress unfastened leaving it open for him to see and kiss all over. Bruce held Vivian as she reached under her skirts until she had him in her palm. Bruce sat up, leaning on his hands behind him, waited for her to slowly sink down around him.
She took her time, getting herself familiar with his girth. He would kiss her whenever he saw her wince at the stretch and try to ask her if she wanted to stop.
Vivian shook her head and kissed him to say she wanted to do this with him. He was patient, unlike the others who would just take her even when it brought her pain; he would whisper that she slowed down so it wouldn't be as painful or how much he felt good by only her taking half of it. But Vivian didn’t stop and only did when she was fully seated on him. She stayed there for a moment to take a breath and wait for the pain to subside.
“Vivian,” Bruce kissed the tear that fell on her cheek.
“Tell me, how does it feel?” She breathed out.
“Warmth,” he kissed her forehead. “Wet.” her cheek. “Euphoric,” her lips. “Intoxicating.”
His hand came to her breast and he played with one of her nipples then brought them to his lips which he knew made her moan in pleasure. She should at least feel the way he was right now.
“Bruce,” she breathed out, and began to slowly move her hips. Slow strides to get herself used to his girth length. When the pain was gone, replaced by pleasure, her movements increased and Bruce groaned as he sucked on her nipple then he turned to her to kiss.
He met her movements, trying to find the spot that would make her scream his name. If he were to do that, he would need to take the lead. He flipped them over, with Vivian laying on their cloaks and him settled between her legs. With his forehead pressed on her, Bruce kept a steady pace that became fast and deep —
“Bruce,” she gasped.
A smile etched on his lips. To hear her call his name like that had him almost finish then and there. The sounds she made were sincere, and the way she held him showed how much she wanted him there with her. Not his coin nor status. But him. She rarely called him Prince.
“Finish inside me,” Vivian requested.
“What?” Bruce grunted, feeling his cock harden at the thought.
“I don’t care what happens after this. We may die or not, I just want you. All of you,” Vivian kissed his lips.
“I don’t think I have a choice in the matter,” Bruce chuckled. He moved his lips to her ear and whispered. “If I can, I want to stay here buried inside you forever.”
Vivian laughed and turned to kiss him again.
His pace began to get sloppy and Vivian held his hand knowing what was going to happen. He came inside her. Ropes and ropes of it coming out of him, spraying her walls, the excess coming down their thighs. Vivian came soon after, the feeling of his seed filling inside her triggering her climax. Bruce stopped with his movements and just laid there on top of her, waiting for their orgasms to finish.
“I love you, Viv,” he said between breaths. His face pressed at the crook of her neck.
Vivian wrapped her arms around him and said back, “And I you, Bruce.”
~ * ~
John smirked at the sight of the two nobles lying half-naked at the bottom of the cliff’s path, on the beach, believing that no one would find them. They were lucky it was only him that saw them there, and the fools are not even trying to hide it as they showed no intentions of hiding or covering the evidence of what they did.
“When I saw the Bat coming for the Phoenix, this was not what I was expecting,” John chuckled and lit his pipe again. “Let’s see what will happen now, shall we?”
I can't be the only one that's baffled by the fact that Superman and Batman got their own Frankenstein Elseworld stories but Wonder Woman (who is literally an artificial human!) never did right?
“You really want to know what it feels like to be the clown at midnight? Where there’s only ever one joke and it’s always on you? Well, here you are. Now do you get it?” - Batman #681
EPIC ELSEWORLDS CROSSOVER KICKS OFF TONIGHT — When Barry Allen (Grant Gustin) and Oliver Queen (guest star Stephen Amell) wake up one morning and realize they have swapped bodies with each other, the two set off to find out what disturbed the timeline to cause such a shift. However, things quickly go from bad to worse when they present their case to Team Flash and the gang doesn’t believe them. Barry and Oliver realize they need Supergirl’s (guest star Melissa Benoist) help and travel to Smallville on Earth-38 where they end up meeting Kara’s cousin, Clark Kent (guest star Tyler Hoechlin), and intrepid reporter, Lois Lane (guest star Elizabeth Tulloch). LaMonica Garrett guest stars as The Monitor. Kevin Tancharoen directed the episode written by Eric Wallace & Sam Chalsen (#509). Original airdate 12/9/2018.
December 10 at 8PM: Hour Two: Arrow
THE ELSEWORLDS CROSSOVER CONTINUES IN GOTHAM CITY WITH BATWOMAN (RUBY ROSE) — With Oliver (Stephen Amell) and Barry (guest star Grant Gustin) still stuck in the other’s bodies, the two get a lead on John Deegan (guest star Jeremy Davies) and head to Gotham City with Supergirl (guest star Melissa Benoist) to figure out why their reality has changed. While there, they meet the mysterious Kate Kane (guest star Ruby Rose) who provides them with information that leads the group to Arkham Asylum. James Bamford directed the episode with teleplay by Marc Guggenheim and story by Caroline Dries (#709). Original airdate 12/10/2018.
December 11 at 8PM: Hour Three: Supergirl
THE BATTLE CONCLUDES — Supergirl (Melissa Benoist), The Flash (guest star Grant Gustin), Green Arrow (guest star Stephen Amell) and Superman (guest star Tyler Hoechlin) engage in the battle of their lives. Jesse Warn directed the episode with story by Marc Guggenheim and teleplay by Derek Simon & Robert Rovner (#409). Original airdate 12/11/2018
Sooo I found out that Etrigan is Superman in an alternate universe so how could I NOT draw Eblis as Superboy? A young clone of the Superdemon, Jer-Wel or Jeremy Blackwell is an up and coming young demonic hero
This design kinda goes crazy I might keep it tbh
