DC:The Darkest Knight

 "A little to the left," I said to Teleute as she walked on my back.

*Crack*

"Damn, that felt good." As that one damned bone cracked, I felt like I was reborn.

"Bruce, darling, you're always working on something. You really should take a break now and then," Teleute said, sitting on my back while she cupped my face with her adorable little feet. While I don't have a foot fetish, she is an exception because I adore everything about her, everything.

"Look, you're already experiencing back problems at such a young age," she remarked while gently massaging my shoulders.

I wasn't actually having back problems since my body is always in its best condition and constantly getting stronger with the puberty vials I take, but my body does get sore at times when I work on something for days without eating or taking any rest.

"Hmmm, you are right. I should take a rest sometimes," I agreed with her while I enjoyed her soft hands.

"Darling, when will you let that poor girl out of the cell?" She asked suddenly and stopped massaging me.

"Teleute, my beloved wife, that 'poor' girl is the most dangerous assassin in the world. There's nothing poor about her. She has more kills than she has blinked. But I should probably release her soon. The League is getting relentless, sending more shadows over. They probably smelled something fishy, and I'm not talking about Sandra's kitty."

"You're correct, Master Bruce." Hearing Alfred's voice out of nowhere startled me, making me nearly jump from my spot and disturb my wife. "They are indeed getting relentless, and I am a little bit tired from getting rid of all those pests."

I don't understand how this old goat can still sneak up on me, even with my almost superhuman senses.

"Goddammit, Alfred, don't sneak up on me like that," I said as I carefully turned onto my back. "Are you alright, my love?" I asked Teleute, worried I had disturbed her.

"Hmmm," she replied softly, sitting on my stomach and sipping her hot chocolate.

"My apologies, Master Bruce," Alfred said with a serious expression, looking anything but apologetic.

"Milk," and handed me a glass of milk since it was nighttime and I was about to sleep.

With a sigh, I sat up and placed one hand behind Teleute to keep her from falling while I took the milk with the other.

"Master Bruce, yesterday drones delivered some kryptonite. I thought you might want to use it, so I placed it in the container on the third floor. You also have an appointment with the principal of Gotham University to arrange your final finance test, sir."

"Thanks, Alfred," I said, quickly finishing my milk and passing the empty glass back to him.

"You're welcome, Master Bruce. And tomorrow—" Just as Alfred was about to continue with the schedule, I interrupted him.

"If you don't mind, Alfred, I'd like to bury myself in my wife's embrace and get some sleep. You can tell me the rest tomorrow," I said, waiting for Teleute to finish her drink. After she was done, I handed the cup to Alfred and wrapped my arms around her, lying down together.

"Good night, Alfred," Teleute said, resting her head on my chest as I drifted off, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Have a pleasant night, Lady Teleute," Alfred wished her goodnight, addressing only her and not me as well, before turning to leave.

How rude.

***

[Next day]

"Aaa." Opening my mouth, I waited for Teleute to feed me breakfast as she sat on my lap. She spread honey on a piece of garlic bread and fed it to me.

"How was it, darling?" she asked me. Since it was she who prepared today's breakfast, not that she didn't try to prepare it before, I always prevented her from doing so since I didn't want anything to happen to her delicate hands.

Not that anything could happen to her hands. I mean, she is powerful enough to erase whole multiverses with a single thought. Still, when it comes to her, my love brain ignores that fact, and I just want to protect her.

Normally, I would finish this bread in a few bites and a couple of chews since I usually eat really fast, a habit from my mercenary days. However, since it was made by my beloved wife, I took my time, and chewed slowly, savoring every flavor in it.

When I finished, I saw Teleute looking at me expectantly, waiting for my response.

"It's the most delicious thing I've ever had, but not as delicious as the snack on my lap," I teased and began to gently nibble her neck.

"Hehe, stop it," she laughed softly, playfully pushing me away with her gentle hands.

After a bit of fun, she patted my back, signaling me to stop.

I gave her one last kiss on the neck before I stopped as she cut a piece of the omelet and fed it to me.

"Be honest, dear. Is it really good? It's my first time doing something like this," she asked, watching my face and paying close attention to my expression.

"Don't worry, my lovely wife. It's truly delicious," I assured her with a smile and pecked her bosom, enjoying the moment.

Her cooking was amazing. I meant it, and even if it tasted horrible like garbage, I would still eat it like it's the most delicious thing in the world because she made it.

I'm that kind of a simp for her.

Hearing my response, Teleute lit up with happiness, kissing me on the lips and continuing to feed me.

From the corner of my eye, I caught Alfred giving me a thumbs-up with a proud smile on his face.

***

"Sandra," I called her name as I entered her cell, my voice full of warmth, like we were long-lost lovers reuniting after a long time apart.

She looked up, a smile forming on her lips, but her pupils shook slightly. There was fear in her eyes. Over the last two years, she hadn't changed much in appearance, but the arrogance she once had was gone, replaced with fear, pure fear. Two years of constant physical and mental torture do that to someone.

I stood in front of her, arms wide as her handcuffs clicked open, and she fell into my embrace.

"Sandra, I have some sad news, but I'll only tell you if you promise not to cry."

"Anything you wish, Bruce-sama, but please either kill me or end this nightmare; I can't take it anymore," Lady Shiva pleaded, her voice devoid of any emotion as she lay in my arms, without moving a muscle.

"Don't say that, Sandra. You're making it sound like I'm a bad guy, and it's breaking my fragile heart."

"I'm sorry, please forgive me, don't send me there," she begged as her body began to tremble and her face went pale before she wrapped her arms around me and buried her face in my neck, taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down.

I accidentally made her too submissive. I was aiming to be her nightmare to the point where she would piss herself even at the mention of my name, and at the same time, I wanted her to adore me as if I were her god. I wanted her to be so obsessed with me that she would both love and hate me simultaneously. I wanted her to try to kill me and lock me up, just as I had done to her. All of it just for my own amusement.

Fuck, now that I think about it, what I was trying to do is really fucked up...

Anyway.

"*Tsk.* You are no fun today, but I'll let it slide because today, I'll set you free." As I finished speaking, confetti popped all over the cell while the Hooray sound effect played in the background.

But Lady Shiva didn't react; she was still inhaling my scent like a dog.

I grabbed her by the armpit and lifted her up.

"Aren't you happy, Sandra? I'm letting you go."

Her face was flushed, and the base of her ears was red, but other than that she didn't react too much. There was also a hint of mockery in her eyes as if she didn't believe me.

But it's understandable since over the years, I gave her hope of escape, making handcuffs loosen or making the cell barriers flicker, letting her escape only to get caught again and return to the cell. And I made sure that every time she 'escaped,' she would take one more step than the last one towards freedom, to keep giving her hope, make her think that she would be able to escape next time, only to crush her hopes again.

"This time I'm serious, Sandra. It's time for you to go, you damn freeloader. And when you return, I want you to tell Ra's al Ghul that after training me for two whole years, you understand that I'm not what he thought I'd be. Investing in me would be a waste of time. Convince him that I'm useless and not worth his time. I really don't want to deal with that old fucker and his hoe of a daughter's games and manipulations."

As I finished, a drone entered the cell and injected her with anesthesia.

"Drop her on some random rooftop, Eden." I passed Sandra's unconscious body to the drone.

***

Putting the Batwing on standby mode above the clouds, I jumped down in my stealth suit. As I descended through the clouds, I spread my cape and glided toward Diana's home, a two-story building similar to her old one, with a studio upstairs and a living area below.

I landed on her roof and activated detective mode to find where she was.

She was on the second floor, sitting on a single sofa wearing sexy yoga shorts that perfectly highlighted her firm ass and a tank top while she stretched something on a notebook. I adjusted my armor's molecular density and phased through the roof, landing quietly behind her.

"Add more black," I said, switching back to my batsuit and raising my arm. As soon as the words left my mouth, her sword appeared in her hand, and she swung it at me.

"It's such a happy color," I remarked as I caught her sword.

"It's rude to enter a woman's house uninvited, Batman," she said, her sword returned to her bracelet as she bent down to grab her notebook.

"Can't help it, love. Sneaking up is my whole thing." I said as I slightly tilted my head to get a better look at her tight and firm ass, begging me to spank and caress it.

Damn teenage hormones are making me hornier than usual.

After spending an awful amount of time trying to pick up the notebook and swaying her hips while doing so, she stood up and placed the notebook on a nearby table.

I quickly composed myself as she turned towards me with a small smirk on her lips.

"Coffee?" she asked, heading toward the stairs to go down to the kitchen.

"I don't like coffee." I really don't, and she was being sly, trying to get me to take off my helmet.

"It's customary to offer something to a guest that comes to your home, Batman. If you want anything, tell me and I'll make it for you."

"Then I'll take a smile from the lovely lady."

"Flattery will get you far," she said with a sweet smile before she realized and returned to maintaining a calm but cool demeanor. Then she raised an eyebrow and looked at me curiously.

"What's with the get-up?" she asked while preparing her coffee.

"My previous design made me look more like a robot, and since I wanted to be the living embodiment of a nightmare for the criminals, I decided to make my suit look scarier and more lifelike. What do you think?" I asked while striking a classic bicep pose.

She looked up and examined my suit closely before nodding.

"You do look like you crawled out from the depths of Tartarus," she just gave me a dry response.

Even though she is an immortal Amazonian warrior princess, a woman is still a woman. Just because I didn't give her what she wanted, she was giving me the cold shoulder for months.

"Barbara asks about you every time we see each other. You should see her sometime. You know, after everything you've done for her, she really wants to repay you."

"I'll see her when I have time. I'm a little busy these days."

"Busy doing what? Hiding yourself from the one who loves you?" Diana said sarcastically as she picked up her coffee and moved to the couch.

"Diana," I said, taking her hand. She turned to look at me. "Look, I told you I would show you my face, but now is not the right time."

"I know, you've been saying that for years," she replied flatly, still giving me the cold shoulder, and her expression looked like she was genuinely upset.

This could be a perfect opportunity to make her angry and use her divine powers, but I could also fuck everything up.

"...you know what, fuck it." Deciding to try my chance, I retracted my helmet and showed my face.

She stared at me in silence for a second before realization hit her.

"You're just a child," she exclaimed, shock and fear evident on her face as the cup slipped from her grip and fell to the floor, spilling coffee everywhere. The cup didn't break, though.

I should get one of those cups too.

"By the gods, what have I done!?" She cried in agony, holding her head as her face turned pale. "I fell for a child."

"I don't want to be that guy, but I told you so," I said with a shrug.

"I thought you had some skin condition, not that you were a damn child! How could you do this to me!?"

"Look, I know you're upset and feel betrayed, and I made you feel bad, but it's not as bad as it seems. No one knows we're together; we can keep it that way until I'm of age."

I hope she is not following the media closely; otherwise, she will know who I am and that I'm married.

I don't want her to rip my head off.

"And me?" She shouted at me, her eyes blazing with fury while she was shaking with anger.

"I'll know you're a child, a child who deceived me, betrayed me, toyed with my feelings! You... you ARRGGHH!" As she spoke, her anger intensified, and she let out a fierce battle cry and punched me in the chest, sending me flying backward, destroying furniture along the way and finally the wall, then her neighbor's wall too.

I quickly formed a barrier behind me to protect the civilians as she leaped into the air, landing on me as I teleported us to a deserted island.

She was really mad since she basically entered berserk mode, ignoring everything around her.

'Eden, erase all recordings of us and send drones to clean up the evidence. Also, analyze every type of energy she releases from now on.'

{As you wish, sir.}

Sitting on top of me, she unleashed a barrage of punches on my suit, her eyes flickering with lightning. Each blow sent shockwaves through the ground, creating a deeper crater beneath us, uprooting nearby trees, and pushing the water around the island outward.

I just lay there, allowing her to release her anger on me.

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.

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"I hate you," Diana murmured as tears streamed down her face while lightly hitting my bare chest, more like love taps at this point, as I lay on a barrier I created. The island we had teleported to was long gone, destroyed by her strength.

"Hey, I'm sorry," I said as I cupped her cheeks and wiped her tears with my thumb.

"No, you're not," she said as she stopped hitting me and rested her hand on my chest.

"I truly am, Diana. I never wanted to deceive you." I placed my hand on her back and gently pulled her closer until she was lying on top of me.

"I like you, Diana. I really do. That's why I also knew that you wouldn't accept me if you knew my age, so I hid it from you because I wanted to be with you. I did it out of love."

She remained silent, turning onto her back while still on top of me, gazing at the stars in the night sky while I wrapped my arms around her.

"Is there anything else you haven't told me?" she finally asked after a long pause.

"I'm married, but my wife is okay with me seeing other women because she wants me to experience everything and do everything I want. Also, she is far too old and powerful to care about such things, and most importantly, she knows that no matter what happens at the end of the day, I will always return to her."

Now that the cat's out of the bag, she will find out eventually; it's better for her to hear it from me.

"Hahahaha, I'm really upset. Don't make me laugh," Diana thought I was joking and laughed for a bit before becoming serious again.

Well, I did tell her. It's on her if she doesn't believe me.

"I don't know if I can trust you anymore," Diana said, her voice heavy with sadness.

"All I ask for is a chance, Diana. Remember the good times we had? Didn't we always have fun, laugh together, and enjoy each other's company? Didn't you love our moments together?" I gently kissed the top of her head.

"I'll try for the sake of good times, for what we had before," Diana said as she sat up and turned towards me.

"But I need time to heal and forgive," she added before giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

"Take me back," she murmured before lying down on me and drifting off to sleep from exhaustion.

Damn, I'm really good at this manipulation game.