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 As Talia left the hospital, the brim of her signature hat pulled down tightly over her eyes, sheilding them from the setting sun, she considered her next move. She had already met with Victor Fries last night, and now she has successfully spoken with Thomas Elliot. The only person left on her list before setting an actual date and beginning to gather material and inteligence was Doctor Hugo Strange. She was still awaiting his phone message, but had heard that with the re-opening of the Iceberg Lounge, he and that fucking Cat were probably busy.

 She smirked to herself as she got on the subway, squeezing between an aging man and a crying child as she pondered the idea that Selina Kyle was truly out of her hair now. She was fairly delighted that she no longer had to rely on Thomas Elliot’s spying ablilities. She felt as though he hadn’t really cared for the job, nor did she had enough to offer him in return. Now, Bruce Wayne was truly only hers. She wondered how long it would last before he took up his old ways again. Shaking her head, it had been a long day, and she needed to blow off some steam. This was not the thing to be thinking of.

Getting off at her usual stop, it didn’t take her long to find a way to the BatCave. She had been given access long ago, and now knew all the proper codes for entry. Strutting into the main room, she saw Bruce’s mask and cape hanging over the arm of a couch, smirking to herself. She could hear the water running. Time to surprise Bat-boy.

Stripping herself naked of all her clothing right there in the main control room, Talia carefully placed her dress, heels, broad-rimmed hat, and jewerly on the couch ontop of Bruce’s mask before padding along the floors to the bathroom. The shower was running, steam billowing out like cotton candy from under the door as she eased it open. Bruce was silent as he showered, his back to her. She slid the glass door open, releasing the extravangantly large chamber as she stepped inside, wrapping her arms around his naked waist, her lips pressing against the wet, hot skin of his back and shoulder blades from behind.

“Well hello handsome. Rough day at the office?”

He had been completely lost in thought, he hadn’t heard a sound of her approach until the door opened, cold hitting his back swiftly replaced by the soft skin of Talia. Her arms wrapping around him, her lips pressing against his shoulder blades, her was silent for a moment before he seemed to regain himself. “Yes, I guess you could say that.” He could feel the grin playing slightly at his lips. Some surprises were better unexpected.

Gently unwrapping her arms from around him he turns trying his hardest not to bump into her too much. The shower was big but he didn’t want to bump her into the glass sides as he turned. He turned to face her, the grin that had just been playing along his lips stayed on his lips as he looked at her. He laughed a little and placed his lips against her forehead. “I was starting to wonder where you’d gone to.” He placed his hands on her shoulders.

He seemed  unsurprised she had joined him in the shower. “You surprised me, have you been taking some of my tricks Talia?” He let the smile broaden slightly, he didn’t mind her being here with him. As much as being snuck up on normally bothered him he felt like that didn’t matter. Not when he had her standing here with him in his shower.

 Talia ran her fingertips down his chest as he turned to face him, allowing her fingers and lips to trace the curves of his body. God, he was so attractive. He was so perfect. She could lose herself in his existence, and she wouldn’t have minded. With a gentle growl against his collarbone, she bit down softly, chuckling at his comment about adopting his tricks. If only he knew what she had been up to all day. “Well, I’ve had a long day too. Lots of work to be done. Perhaps I do have some of your tricks up my sleeve, Bruce.”

“Have you eaten?” She didn’t honestly care about his eating habits, but she certainly was famished. Her lips crawled down his chest, softly lapping up fallen drops of shower water as they stepped out of the spray, keeping the steam from the shower warming them as she dropped to her knees. “Perhaps you could help satiate my own hunger, darling. Before we eat dinner.” She chuckles again at his expression, wrapping her arms around his waist to pull him closer as she begins to kiss up his inner thighs.

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