MtK update

Even through the soundproofing of his office, the music of the Iceberg Lounge made its way to Jason. A constant elevated pulse, rumbling the soles of his shoes, keeping time almost like a metronome. But he liked it. God knew it beat the quiet hum of the computers in the Batcave or the pregnant noiselessness of the old manor settling—all those non-sounds that had made him feel dead even before he’d been dead. In the Iceberg Lounge, he could never forget how much life there was out there. Close by, too, trembling right at his fingertips.

And then there was the aural shadow that fell over him… that little hush of anticipation, like a horror movie going quiet just before the monster struck. Jason smiled to himself ironically. Every time.

“You know, that really is irritating. I can see why the Penguin resented you guys so much.”

He turned, taking in Batwoman and wondering if she would strike him differently, now that he was technically in the Prey category of the clan. One of those corrupt businessmen they so liked to squeeze for information.

But no, she had about the same effect on him that she always did. Knowing all the tricks of the trade, all that formfitting leather did was make him a bit horny. He’d heard she was a lesbian. That was alright. He wasn’t prejudiced. He’d had fun with lots of lesbians who’d come through the Iceberg Lounge since he’d bought it.

“I didn’t think your friends would appreciate seeing you with a Bat,” Kate told him. “I thought I’d be discrete.”

“A text message is very discrete.”

“And no fun.” Her level gaze seemed to hold multitudes. “I thought you were all about fun, Jay.”

He wondered how much she knew about his playboy act. Whether it was as fake as Bruce’s or…

“People who knew me when I was alive get to call me Jay. You’ll call me Jason.”

A wry grin graced her lips. “Why not really push it and make me call you Mr. Todd? Afraid I’ll throw a Batarang and you won’t be able to catch it?”

“What do you want, Batwoman?”

“Your cum.”

Jason was glad he wasn’t doing the cliched ‘sipping liquor while receiving guests’ thing. That would’ve sent some Glenlivet down the wrong pipe. “Excuse me?”

“It’s time I do my part for the population crisis. I’m not interested in marriage, so obviously you sprang to mind. I don’t want my kid to be one of the dozens of spawn Dick is going to have. Tim is a little young for me. God knows I’m not going to let some would-be reformed villain inseminate me. So if you could just fill up a cup—”

Jason cut her off. “Not interested.”

Kate was taken aback. “I didn’t know you were so adverse to giving a sperm sample. Rumor has it that you’re not so shy.”

“When I want to, how I want to. Not because a lesbo decides she isn’t interested in adopting.”

She trembled at the word he’d used. “I can make it worth your while.”

“Yeah? What do you have that I want?”

Lightning struck outside. The sound of rain joined the muted road of the music. The window Kate had come through let in the wet din. The squawks from the crowd outside as everyone dashed for cover. The thunder that rattled the room also rumbled in Jason’s eardrums. He liked it.

“A sympathetic ear with Batman.”

Jason snorted. “Those guys are giving me more sympathy than I know what to do with. I suppose jerking off in a cup would be slightly less painful than Thanksgiving dinner with the Wayne clan, but I don’t negotiate for five percent off.”

“You’d get to be a father.”

“To a kid raised by your lezzie polycule? No offense, Kate, but the reason I use protection is so I don’t have a son who majors in Modern Dance.”

Kate huffed with animosity. “Alright then, Todd. What is it you want?”

“Glad you asked, Katey-cakes.”

Before she knew he was in motion, he was pressed up against her. Kate tried to fight down the sure of adrenaline she felt. She turned away, then felt Jason’s touch on the nape of her neck, combing through her red hair. She sensed his dark eyes boring into the back of her head, seeming to see the sensations that flickered through her brain.

“That’s not much of an ask,” Kate said. “A bit of sex and you’re a father… you could have that with a lot of girls.”

Jason tutted gently, his fingers reaching into her costume to toy with the soft wisps of hair along her neck. “If I make a baby, it should be a special occasion. Turkey basters shouldn’t be involved. And you would be a good mother. It’s just that I think making a lesbian come… that’s the sort of memory I’d like to have from conceiving a child.”

Kate’s voice quivered. “You’re sick.”

“Yes,” Jason agreed, briefly looking at the flaring blue-white light that came from outside, a hammering thunderclap on its heels. “But you came to me. I don’t know what your issues are, but you want screwed up.”

Kate shuddered. His fingers slowly stroking along her pulse was doing things to her. With so much of her encased in black leather, his naked touch was like a drug, it was so intense. “Maybe I’m just being nice.”

“Maybe I am too,” Jason said, his breath burning her ear right through the cowl. “Unless you think a turkey baster can get you off.”

“You’re not going to get me off,” Kate said certainly.

“Tell you what: if I make you come, I can come inside you. Otherwise, I’ll put it in the damn cup.”

His lips touched her throat. Kate felt like she’d been struck by one of the lightning bolts dividing up the sky outside. She flinched away, accidentally baring her throat as if in submission to him.

“Go… go get a cup,” she moaned as his lips suckled her jugular. Her fists clenched until the leather of her gloves squealed.

“And waste all this foreplay? I won’t need one.”

“What if I’m right? And you can’t make me come?”

“I’ll go to whatever fertility clinic you want. But before you bet against me, remember that the house always wins.”

Kate crossed her arms defensively over her breasts. Jason tugged the zipper of her costume down with a sultry slowness that was insolent in its seductiveness. An excitement raged in Kate. There was none of the disgust of when she’d tried to force herself to be with men. She didn’t know what it was; something like the rush of going into battle, even when she expected to get hurt.

Was she expecting to get hurt? To hate this? To enjoy its wrongness, like she enjoyed violence and all the other things that were supposed to be bad for her? Maybe that was it. This was twisted, wrong, but what else could be kinky in the world she’d carefully built of tolerance and acceptance? She had enough of love. She needed heat.

Jason nudged his hard-on against her ass.

“Jesus,” Kate said. It was barely a whisper.

With her costume down around her waist, but her mask and cape still on, Jason unhooked her bra. Kate kept her arms folded over her breasts, holding the bra in place. Jason was undeterred. He reached around her sides, insinuated his fingers under her hands until he’d gotten them around her breasts. Then he squeezed.

“I’ve got eight solid inches for you,” he breathed. “And before I’m done, you’re going to know them better than your mother’s face.”

“I changed my mind,” Kate whispered unconvincingly, battling her own lust just as much as his.

He massaged her tits more firmly, lashing her with flames. “No, you haven’t. You still want to lie back and think of England—get a taste you don’t like to convince you that you made the right call all those years ago when you turned your back on men. But you’re liking this taste. You are changing your mind, but it’s about how much you’ll enjoy this.”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Don’t be a hypocrite,” Jason told her. “You’re going to be full of me too.”

She wasn’t protecting her breasts now, she was pressing his hands into them.

“This is why you wanted me. Not Tim, not Dick, not even Bruce. Because when you don’t have the guts to go through with it, I’ll still give you what you need. Even if I have to make you admit it’s what you want, too.”

His tongue flicked at the side of her throat. His hands pulled at her wrists. She let go and her bra fluttered away. His grip on her wrists was tight, constricting. Kate tried feebly to get free, but she had no strength to put into a real effort. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she struggled.

“Thanks for showing me your tits,” Jason whispered in her ear. “Now let’s hear some appreciation for the nice little massage I’ve been giving them.”

Kate sucked in breath. She could at least know when to fold her cards. She’d only embarrass herself, pretending that she didn’t want this. In fact, she’d spent a long time either wanting it or being fascinated by the prospect of wanting it. And now it was here and she still didn’t know what to do with herself.

She couldn’t figure it out—she gave herself over to Jason instead, trusting he’d know what to do with the woman who had seduced herself for him.