Those Long Gotham Nights update

When they woke, Audrey dressed in a particular haute couture dress of hers for the evening: a series of translucent linens wrapped around her like bandages, tying together to form an evening gown, with portions of heavier fabric in the shape of giant rose petals inserted between the layers of ‘bandages’ to preserve what little of her modesty she wanted saved. 

Diana didn’t have anything so fancy. Audrey took her shopping, and despite her clear desire to make a day of it, Diana almost instinctively picked out a simple black dress that suited her to a tee. With that decided, they went to a restaurant.

It was a towering edifice, gothic and imposing, with luxurious decadence elegantly cascading inside, drawing the eye away from the bad to a guilty, greedy overabundance of good. Diana felt oddly like she did in modern-day Greece, seeing the crumbling ruins that were so much like the vibrantly alive buildings of Themyscira, yet so cold and dead that the similarity was almost impossible to believe. It could be known, but not felt. She didn’t know why Gotham reminded her of that. It simply did.

Inside, they got plenty of stares, most of them sliding right off Audrey and going to Diana. Sensitive as ever, Diana felt the resentment simmering in Audrey. She felt it unfair that despite her heightened sense of fashion, the attention went to Diana in a comparative sackcloth, and Diana shared her frustration. She considered the artistic impulse that let Audrey pull off such coordinated outfits to be as attractive as any physical beauty. But Audrey didn’t have her mature outlook on life. Her failure to outdo Diana made her mercurial mood take a turn for the foul.

Diana tried distracting her as they were seated. “So, Audrey, who is this mystery man? He must be some specimen if you’re willing to be tied to him for nine months.”

“It is official Kaznian business,” Audrey said stridently, staring straight ahead, before cracking a smile. “And anyway, you haven’t even guessed. Go on, guess.”

Diana bit her lip. Audrey would torment her this way. “Is it someone you’ve been involved with before?”

“No, no, all new.”

“Is he royalty?”

Audrey’s lips twisted. “Of a sort?”

“Rich?”

“Most definitely.”

“Handsome?”

Audrey’s mouth formed a sultry pout. “To die for. An older man, you know. Some gray in his hair? But I’d rather have someone aging gracefully than an immortal caveman.”

“Understandable,” Diana quipped. “So you’re sure he’s on the level?”

Audrey’s eyes narrowed. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. I was just asking if you have any suspicions of him.”

Audrey leaned forward, displaying the crimson flush now across her nose. “Vandal Savage deceived me, but that does not make me a worm on a hook for any two-bit supervillain with delusions of grandeur!”

“I’m not saying that it does, only that I want to take care of you by making sure this man’s intentions are honorable.”

Audrey folded his arms. “It is not your place to care for me.”

Diana fixed her with her own ironclad stare. “You’re being ridiculous. I’m not going to interrogate the man. I would just like to know his name.”

“Because you think I might accidentally be dating Black Manta? You think that little of me?”

Diana pushed all her will into the glare she was giving Audrey. “Audrey, tell me now.”

“Bruce Wayne!”

Diana blinked in utter surprise, her usually carefully composed face now curdled into a clownish expression of shock. “Bruce?”

“Yes, there he is!” Audrey cooed, rising up from her seat a little to wave across the restaurant’s unoccupied dance floor. “Brucie! Come here! We have some fresh meat for the grinder!”

Diana went from stunned to mortified in short order. She looked over her shoulder to see Bruce Wayne approaching. In a way, his tuxedo was as utilitarian as her little black dress, but he put infinitely more care into the cufflinks, the watch, the pocket square—all the little details that Audrey had obsessed over for Diana. No wonder he struck Audrey so potently.

And of course, fashion and fortune aside, he was gorgeous. An Adonis in black, moonlit instead of sun-bronzed, his black hair and slitted eyes befitting Gotham’s darkness. Early thirties, Diana would say, the size of his hulking frame speaking of his athletic qualities. He was well over six feet, while the slicked back hair that crowned his handsome face made his blue eyes seem that much darker. He had, at some point, taken off the bowtie that should’ve gone with his suit and unbuttoned the top of his shirt, allowing a thick mat of equally dark hair to peek out from the open vee. Diana felt a pressing desire to see him fully naked—to see if he had that primal hair all over his body.

He came over, stalking like a panther to their table, every stride ushered over by Audrey’s frantic waving. “Hello there. Now don’t tell me—Princess Audrey of Kaznia. And you must be Wonder Woman.” He chuckled softly. “And here I was just looking for something good to eat.”

“You found it,” Audrey quipped. “Sit, sit, we could do with some company…”

Diana felt as though she should be angered by Bruce’s smug little act, but she had to admit to an amount of excitement at his calm, cool confidence, handling the two of them like he was a star quarterback with a pair of cheerleaders. He favored them both with a smile as he joined them at the table, glancing at both women and taking in the dresses that showcased their magnificent bodies. 

Diana preened a little for him. He usually saw her in her armor, and they usually made love while they were in costume, Bruce doing no more to seduce her than unzipping his fly before rutting into her with the star-spangled crotch of her costume drawn aside. It was savage and raw and desperate, and there was quite a bit of cognitive dissonance in seeing Bruce now, dressed like someone relatively normal, seated at a dinner table with one of her friends.

“Checking up on me?” Diana asked, speaking in Greek as she knew Bruce understood and Audrey did not.

“You make it sound like you’re not happy to see me.”

“I have a life outside of you. Sometimes it requires careful tending.”

“And sometimes I go out to a restaurant in my hometown without asking the maître d' whether any members of the Justice League are there.”

“Yeah, right.”

Audrey clapped her hands. “Oh, you both speak Russian or whatever.” She looked deep into Bruce’s eyes. “I had no idea you had such an extensive education.”

“I pick up things here and there,” Bruce said offhandedly. 

“Yes, you must be good at picking up all kinds of things.” Audrey was not really dressed. Under her layers and layers of covering, there was nothing but luscious bare skin. She allowed her dress to slip open and reveal some of her cleavage as she bent forward to give Bruce a view of her firm young breasts.

Bruce blinked, seeming ill at ease with the display, and this fed Audrey’s peevish desires: Bruce found her appealing, but he didn’t want to show it in front of Diana for some reason—perhaps because he intended to seduce her instead of Audrey. That made the princess all the more eager to get him into bed.

“I’ll go get us some drinks from the bar,” Diana said, standing up. “We could do with some good wine.”

“Do you like wine?” Audrey asked Bruce as Diana walked away, licking her lips with only the tip of her tongue. The Amazon was unable to see her flirting.

“I like anything with a good taste, and a bit of a body.”

“Yes, as long as it goes down easy, I’ll swallow just about anything,” Audrey said, a salacious grin on her lips. She tugged on her bandage dress to tighten it over her breasts, and yet managed to slip it higher up her chest, exposing a hard, eager nipple. 

Audrey felt excited just thinking of how Bruce might react to it. She doubted he would leap across the table and fuck her, not with Diana a few yards away, but she was definitely making him sweat. Soon, they both might be sweating.

Bruce glanced over at Diana, her pert ass a sensual sight through her tight dress as she stood at the bar, conveying her wishes to the bartender.

“She’s easy to look at,” Audrey observed. She reached under the table and settled her hand on Bruce’s knee, squeezing it lovingly. “It’s good when things are easy, isn’t it?”

Bruce brushed her hand away and moved his leg. Audrey swallowed hard. Somehow, his genial resistance was making her hornier than ever, not to mention pissing her off. She was sure now that he had his sights set on Diana; Audrey wanted to spoil that hook-up as much as she wanted Bruce for herself.

She rearranged her dress again, now uncovering an entire naked breast for Bruce’s eyes. He was unable to look away, his gaze locked on the hardened tip as if just now noticing how engorged it was in her presence. Audrey picked up her glass of water and drank from it, deliberately dribbling some onto her bare tits. Beads of water ran slowly, provocatively down the creaminess of her teat.

“Of course, you don’t really need wine. A cool glass of water has a wonderful taste all its own.” She thrust her breast forward so he was unable to miss the sight of water dripping from the nipple. “Especially when it’s getting hot.”

Bruce broke out in a cold sweat, glancing guiltily at Diana. She was coming back to the table now, bearing a bottle of wine and three glasses to drink it in. He looked back at Audrey desperately, seeing her already tucking her dress back into place, hiding her nudity as Diana sat down with them again.

“So nice of you to keep us company, Mr. Wayne. It is Mr. Wayne, right?” Diana said, pulling out the cork and pouring for the three of them. “I confess I don’t have much time for celebrities.”

“And I’m not much of a celebrity,” Bruce said. “Just a businessman and a bit of philanthropist. If there weren’t thousands like me, Gotham City wouldn’t be running.”

“Don’t be so modest, Bruce,” Audrey laughed. “Even I’ve heard of your escapades. And why shouldn’t a man be famous for seducing—for pleasing—women? I think it’s feminist.”

“I’m sure that reputation must be exaggerated,” Diana said.

“Is it exaggerated, Bruce?” Audrey asked him, batting her eyelashes. “You know—bigger than it should be?”

She reached under the table until she found his calf, then she pulled, hard. Bruce struggled momentarily, then remembered Diana was sitting right next to him and gave up, letting Audrey pull his foot into her lap. He took a sip of wine instead.

“People get reputations all sorts of ways,” Bruce said. “I really just focus on keeping my business running and making my friends happy.”

“And do you?” Diana asked acidly. “Make your friends happy?”

“As long as they’re willing to be.”

“I’m sure anyone would be very willing with you,” Audrey said. She pulled off his shoe and let it drop to the floor.

“What was that?” Diana asked, hearing the thump.

“I think it came from the kitchen,” Bruce said quickly.

“Maybe that’s why our food is taking so long,” Audrey added as she took off Bruce’s sock.

“I haven’t even ordered,” Bruce said with a shrug.

“You can share with us,” Audrey told him. She fixed Diana with a look. “You don’t mind sharing with Bruce, do you Diana?”

“As long as he doesn’t take all of it,” Diana replied.

“I’m sure he would share with us if the situation was reversed.” Audrey spread her thighs, rucking her dress up to her hips, and pulled Bruce’s bare foot against her naked crotch. “He’d have enough for both of us.”

“I don’t think I’d want a man’s table scraps,” Diana said.

Audrey moved around so that Bruce’s big toe was pushing into her sex. Bruce’s eyes widened. The princess sighed and rocked her hips back and forth, fucking herself on Bruce’s foot. “I’d take what I could get.”

“Very well.” Diana reached across the table and picked up Bruce’s wineglass, taking a sip from it that left an imprint of her lipstick on the rim. “There, Bruce. You don’t mind, do you?”

“Well, did you enjoy it?” Bruce replied evenly.

“I think it tastes wonderful,” Audrey said breathily, her face aglow from the feeling of being penetrated again and again in her juicy cunt. 

She felt her wetness leaking out, running down the sole of Bruce’s foot. It must’ve tickled like hell, but Bruce looked surprisingly stoic, like he was wearing a mask.

“Oh, would you like some?” Diana asked, holding Bruce’s wine out to Audrey.

“I’d love some,” Audrey moaned. “All I can get!”

Twisting from side to side, she took Bruce’s toe even deeper into her cunt. It wasn’t as good as she imagined his actual cock would be, but she could still feel the heat of his body, the effect of being penetrated, and something of the psychic feeling of making love to Bruce Wayne, the lust and rapture that would be inspired if they were in each other’s arms.