Bruce sat at the bar, irritated but alert. He usually had endless amounts of patience but the loud music, drunken douchebags and strobe lights were really starting to get to him. He looked at his watch and sighed when he saw the time. She was late. Again. It disappointed Bruce how unsurprised he was by this.

"Ahem." Bruce heard, and turned to see Helena Bertinelli standing there, a hand on her hip and decked out in a gorgeous single strap purple number from her shoulder to the floor. "Matches...I almost didn't recognise you with that stupid moustache."

Bruce had completely dressed himself in his Matches Malone getup, complete with a white suit, sunglasses and a matchstick in mouth.

"Come on." Was all he said before standing up and taking Helena's arm, making their way through the crowd.

"Well it's nice to see you too. I mean, I know this is important but a hi wouldn't go unwelcome." Helena said annoyed but not resisting as she walked with Bruce.

"You're ten minutes late."

"I don't think ten minutes is gonna stop this guy from making the deal of a lifetime. He wouldn't want to disappoint Black Mask now would he?"

"Lets hope you're right about that."

Helena hated it when his voice went like that. All gruff and demanding. It was kind of sexy but that was beside the point. It was patronising and she wasn't his little lapdog like Robin or Batgirl. But of course that's not how he saw it. She was operating under his city and therefore, his rules. What's worse? He hadn't even looked at her twice when he saw her. She didn't go out of her way to pick this tight, elegant dress that showed off her leg to not have him at least do a double take. How was it that every other guy in this stupid club was giving her looks except for the hottest one here?

"You ready?" Bruce said, bringing Helena back to the present. She just shrugged, letting go of her frustration and refocused on the job.

They came up to a guard blocking the entrance upstairs who they got past pretty quickly once he knew who they were. Well, at least who they were posing as. They made their way up the stairs, Bruce's arm now around Helena's waist, and down a corridor to this guys office.

"You're late." Was the first thing this lieutenant of Black Mask's said when they entered, being stopped at the door to get patted down by his goons.

"Eh, you'll have to forgive me for that but you know how ladies can be." Bruce said, adopting a New Jersey accent, thick with confidence and charm. "I mean broads, amiright?" Helena shot Bruce a dirty look which he ignored completely, adding to the annoyance that she already had with him.

The guard finished patting them down and allowed the two to take a seat across from their boss. "Ain't that the truth." The lieutenant chuckled and looked Helena up and down with a greasy smile. "I must say though, I would wait any length of time for a gal such as yourself."

"Can we just get to business please?" Helena stated, impatient and finding it hard to resist the urge to knock this guy's teeth right down his leering mouth.

"Anything for you." He said, his wannabe charm still on as he leaned back in his chair. "To business then. Mr Malone. Miss Jewel. You want to help with my employers...alleged racketeering operation. Now why would you want to do a thing like that?"

"Well," Bruce started, his Jersey charm dialled up to eleven, "who wouldn't want to work for the infamous Black Mask. Way I see, I'm just trying to pick the right friends."

"Very wise Mr Malone. And what was it that you had to offer us again?"

At this point, Bruce looked around at the other guards and leaned in a little, as if he was telling a secret and lowered his voice. "Just between you and me. I know that uh...the Mask's been running into a bit trouble because of that psycho in the batsuit. I can offer a bit of...assistance on that part. Protection. People on the inside."

"Black Mask has people on the inside."

"Yeah but not as close to that damn Commissioner. You ever heard of detective Harvey Bullock?"

The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at Bruce skeptically. "You got Bullock on your side?"

Bruce just smirked to confirm his answer and leaned back with a shrug. "I don't know. Do we have a deal?"

The man took a moment to think about this before smiling and looking over at the two. "I'll have to talk to my employer of course but if you've got him and those new locations that you mentioned earlier then we very well might."

"And Black Mask?" Helena added, not taking any of the cheerful tone the two men were adopting.

"What about Black Mask?" The man asked quizzically, turning his attention to her.

"Part of the deal that we talked about earlier was that we get a one on one with the big man. We still getting that?"

"Haha, right. About that," He chuckled, causing both Bruce and Helena to raise an eyebrow. "Change of plans. No one meets with the boss unless the boss wants to meet with you. He'll appreciate your services but as for an audience, I'm afraid that's not happening."

"No you're not." Helena's voice got lower and her eyes narrowed.

"I'm sorry?"

"You're not afraid. Not yet anyway."

The man sat there confused for a moment before laughing. "I'm must apologise. I don't mean to be rude but that sounded an awful lot like a threat."

"It is."

"Jasmine..." Bruce warned quietly. She was going to ruin everything.

"No, Matches." Helena dismissed him and turned her eyes to the man again, the danger clearly in them. "The deal was, we give you our resources and you pay us as well as give us an audience with the man in charge. So where the hell is he?"

"We're not going to have a problem here, are we?" The man questioned slowly. They both heard the click of a gun being cocked from behind them as the guards got ready into position.

"I don't know." Helena goaded, "Are we?"

Neither Helena or the man backed down from each other, glaring at each other intensely.

"Look," Bruce was really hoping he could diffuse this situation, "now I'm sure that if we all-" He couldn't.

Before he finished his sentence, Helena had flipped the table between them over, sending it right into the man and using the moment to push her own chair backwards onto the floor. The guard missed both shots that he fired, aiming where her chair used to be and in no time at all she was back on her feet and taking the guard down with a hard elbow to the ribs and flipping him on the ground. The second guard had his gun out and was about to fire when Bruce was on him, disarming him and slamming him against the wall before taking him to the ground and knocking him out quickly and efficiently. Helena wasn't done with her guard thought, a few extra kicks to the stomach and punches to the face were given before she took his gun, not even knocking him out but just letting him lay there in pain.

"You bitch!" The man yelled from the floor. He pulled out his gun and as quickly as he had done that Helena had kicked it out of his hand before grabbing him by the collar.

"Like I said, we had a deal. Where's Black Mask!" She demanded.

"You know," The man grunted with a chuckle, "something's beginning to tell me that you ain't in the racketeering business."

"Funny. Now," Helena put the gun underneath his jaw, "don't make me ask again."

"Jasmine, that's enough." Bruce ordered, his Jersey accent gone and adopting his Batman voice.

"Oh don't get soft on me now Matches. Just giving him a little incentive." She said, still looking at the man and pressing the gun against him even harder.

"I-I can't...he'll kill me." The man said, a little bit of his bravado gone.

"And you think I won't."

"Huntress! Put the gun down!" Bruce ordered again, his tone more threatening.

She ignored him.

"P-please baby...just listen to your boss and-"

"He's not my boss." Helena cocked the gun and the moment she did that was when Bruce lost his patience. He was on her moments after that, taking her wrist and throwing her off of him. Unfortunately, the moment he grabbed her, the gun went off.

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"I can't believe you. I can't freaking believe you!" Helena stormed into the manor furious, ready to really hit something. "He just about to talk. He was ready. If you and your stupid self righteousness hadn't gotten in my way we would be on our way to Black Mask right now."

"Just count yourself lucky you didn't kill him. We wouldn't be having this conversation if that bullet hit his head instead of the floor." Bruce said, in a lower voice but just as aggressively, closing the doors behind him.

"Oh boo hoo another scumbag gets taken off the streets. What a goddamn tragedy." Helena scoffed and crossed her arms as she glared back at him. As inappropriate as it was, the first thought in Bruce's head was how hot she looked when she was angry. Especially in that dress. He found himself staring. "You know what the worst part is?" She continued, either ignoring or not noticing his looks. "You actually thought that I was going to kill him, didn't you?"

Bruce just stood silently, that being all the answer she needed. God, he was hot when he was all strong and silent.

"Of fucking course you did. Jesus do you trust anyone?"

"You haven't exactly given me much reason to think otherwise." He finally said, firing back at her. "I took a chance on you tonight and you clearly showed me that I made a mistake."

"Obviously you did. When you decided to take it easy on all the lowlives in this city."

Bruce was silent again, instead taking the approach to walk up to her. She knew what he was doing. Intimidating her. Using his tall, muscular frame to tower over her and assert his dominance. It was working but not in the way that he wanted it to. Her panties were damp.

"If you don't like the way I do things then maybe you should just quit."

"You would like that wouldn't you?" She retorted, taking a step towards him, making them mere inches apart. "That way you wouldn't have to deal with my 'extreme' methods. You wouldn't be stuck with having to deal with me night after night after night." The last part said with a lower voice still glaring into his eyes.

Bruce hated when she got him like his. A tent was beginning to form in his pants even though he was so enraged with her. That glare in her eyes was turning him on more than anything right now. He had to end this before he did something stupid. Unfortunately for him, he acted much too late. Helena's lips were smashed against his and her hands on his collar, pulling him towards her. Her tongue had already forced its way into his mouth and she kissed him with intense vigour and passion, clutching him to her, making sure he didn't have any say in the matter. Bruce only resisted for a second before giving in and kissing her back with just as much intensity, both of their tongues wrestling and battling each other for dominance over the other. He forced her body against his with firm hands, feeling her soft breasts against his hard chest while his raging boner pressed into her toned stomach. He kept leaning into her, forcing her further and further backwards until she was back against a wall with nowhere to go. She was trapped between a hard place and Bruce Wayne and she absolutely loved it. He was the single most infuriating sex symbol ever and she was soaking wet for him right now. Bruce took his hand and lifted her leg through the slit up with it, feeling her delicate creamy thigh as his own leg went in between hers. She unconsciously ground herself on him, rubbing her pussy against his leg while both moaned into their warzone of a make-out session. Bruce was ready to tear her dress off and make her scream while he slammed her against the wall but suddenly came to his senses and broke the kiss. Helena made a small unintentional whimper of disappointment and looked at him expectantly.

Bruce slowly untangled the two, taking his arms and legs away from her before regaining his composure. "Alfred can give you a lift home Helena." He said simply before turning and leaving, his raging boner pulsing in his pants and it taking every ounce of his will to keep walking away.

Helena just stared in complete and utter shock. One minute he was ready to fuck her brains out, the next he was telling her to leave. Her disbelief quickly transformed into anger.

"Fucking asshole."

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The hot shower did not help at all. Bruce's erection was still going strong as the water rained down him, while he miserably failed at his attempts to will Helena out of his thoughts. She was just so headstrong and arrogant, not to mention dangerous. Why did dangerous women have to be such a turn on for Bruce. He sighed thinking that he would have to teach her a lesson. God, he wanted to so badly. Show her who was in charge in his city and not to stop out of line again. All while forcing his thick cock into her and making her writhe and scream. His cock twitched at the thought.

He wasn't so engrossed in his thoughts as to not hear the bathroom door opening though. He knew who it was and exactly what she wanted. He told her to go home. He was certain that he wouldn't be able to stop himself a second time. He listened as the fabric of a dress hit the floor and she stepped into the shower with him.

"Helena-" Bruce didn't get any further than that. Suddenly he was turned around and being pushed and held against the tiled wall with surprising strength from Helena Bertinelli. He looked down to see her, hair getting wet from the falling water as well as her shapely breasts and toned stomach glistening from it. But most prominently was the look in her eyes.

She took his dick in her hand, practically claiming it for her own by grabbing it harshly making Bruce grunt quietly. She jerked him hard and fast with her fist, an iron grip moving along the entire length of his shaft. He couldn't tell whether it felt more like pain or pleasure with the way she was handling him. But he could tell what she wanted. It was right there in her eyes. The furious blue glare that Helena gave him, spelling out a message loud and clear.

You're going to fuck me whether you like it or not.

Bruce caved. It was his turn to smash their lips together, taking control and already dominating her mouth with his tongue. Helena's grip on his cock was released as her arms swung around his neck while her body was pressed against his, this time being able to feel his throbbing member against her bare stomach and making her pussy ache with excitement. Once she felt his big hands on her ass cheeks she took the opportunity to jump and wrap her legs around the broad man who didn't miss a beat, using his strength to hold her athletic frame up while groping her buttocks.

He practically slammed Helena against the glass wall of the shower, breaking the kiss and having her back pressed against it while looking down at Bruce. Both of their eyes were hooded with lust and the cascade of water only made them look that much hotter to each other.

"Ahhh!" Helena moaned loudly as she felt his rock hard member penetrate her with unrelenting force and power. She threw her head back against the glass and tightened her grip on him as he began fucking her without any ease. There was no bullshit here, which Helena was loving. Just pure unadulterated fucking. The strained look on Bruce's face had her a little giddy as well as she thought she could see a hint of desperation in it.

"It's about damn time...you...fucking...jerk." Helena breathed, the wind barely in her with the force that she was being pounded into. She entangled her fingers into his hair and enjoyed the look on his face as he fucked her, as well as the way her cunt kept getting stretched out by this gift of a cock she had violating her. Helena felt like the glass was about to break and Bruce could see it in her face. Almost a hint of worry? Good. Then maybe she was learning her lesson.

That didn't stop him from slamming into her again and again, the tightness of her pussy just making him fuck her even harder as he groaned with pure delight. His cock throbbed achingly, loving the feeling of her wetness sucking him back in while she moaned in desperation and ecstasy. Helena had not had anywhere near enough yet. She needed to make it clear who the boss was in this situation. She forced his head into her bouncing breasts, right in between them, smothering him in her cleavage.

"You like my tits Bruce?" She breathed, a little surprised that he still managed to keep up his rough pace, "Put that condescending fucking mouth of yours to good use huh."

While surprised, Bruce didn't let the introduction of his face to Helena's boobs deter him. His lips moved quickly, kissing them all while still pumping his cock deep inside of her cunt. He used his tongue when he got to one of her nipples, circling it and flicking it lightly, taking pleasure at the extra moans he managed to receive from her. Helena felt herself almost losing it when he started sucking on her nipple. She was staving off her orgasm as much as possible. This was to make Bruce earn the honour of making her cum as well as prolonging how good it felt to finally have Bruce Wayne tearing into her cunt the way that he was.

He moved on to her other breast, kissing it and caressing it with his lips and Helena could really feel it coming. "Fuck Bruce! Is that all you can do?!" She goaded breathlessly, her grip on his hair intense as he teased her nipple. "You're such a dick! You're not even gonna let me cu-" At this Bruce bit down on her nipple. Hard.

Helena screamed a swear as she came all over Bruce, his cock still thrusting hard and pumping the juices out of her as she came undone. The freight train of an orgasm hit her, shooting through her cunt and her nipple, putting her on an even higher level of ecstasy.

Bruce finally halted his thrusting as Helena's orgasm came to an end, both of them glaring into each others eyes with hate and lust. Their bodies glistened with sweat and water while they breathed heavily, already thinking about their next move.

"On your knees." Helena ordered simply, as if this was a normal dynamic between them.

"I'm sorry?" Bruce muttered. He would've laughed if she didn't look so hot while she said it. They weren't equals to him. Not even close.

"You heard me." She released his hair and unwrapped her legs from him, gently placing her feet on the wet floor. Batman only barely resisted as she started pushing him down by his shoulders. He was enjoying this little dominant streak of hers. "I'm sure that you can guess what you should do from here." Bruce was on his knees, his face level with Helena's stomach.

His hands went to her hips as he kissed her body, feeling the surprisingly firm stomach against his lips as he moved lower and lower down till he reached her clit. That was the first thing he went after. A sharp moan came out of her when he suddenly sucked lightly on her clit. She smiled at his obedience and her fingers found themselves in his hair again.

"See Bruce..." She said, her breathing starting to hitch again as his tongue worked its way into the pleasure. "Knew that mouth was good for something."

Bruce listened to her moans as he licked and sucked her, trying to make his now temporary master happy. To add to the pleasure, he parted her delicate lips with two fingers and rammed them into her, making her squeal unexpectedly. His warmup on her clit was over as he fingered her with a surprising amount of force, his tongue becoming unrelenting in the treatment of her erect nub while he sucked hard.

The sight and feeling all made Helena feel wonderful. Finally, this patronising bastard was on his knees and servicing her on her command, not to mention that he was doing it well. The sight and thought alone brought her to the brink of another orgasm. Bruce removing his fingers that were now slick with her juice just made her angry again. Bruce did not expect the sudden power pushing his head down further only to force his mouth directly onto her now swollen pussy lips. He responded the only way he could right now.

Bruce's tongue dove deep into her cunt, making him moan along with her at the taste of it. He lapped up her juices and licked at her walls, Helena pushing his face so hard that his nose bumped against her clit in the most teasingly delightful way. She was so ready to cum again. Having this arsehole completely under her control was making her lose control. She came hard with another scream, her grip on his head only getting tighter as she gushed into his welcoming mouth, her bubbling core feeling like it was opening floodgates as another orgasm slammed into her.

She rested against the glass wall to support her, barely even registering that the shower was still running as Bruce stood back up. She smirked at him, the hate pretty much gone with mainly a look of sweet satisfaction. Bruce returned the smirk and lifted his fingers to her lips which she opened without thinking, tasting herself on him with a content moan. She tasted delicious.

"I hope that you don't think that you're finished." Helena said once his fingers were out, giving her own condescending look for once. "You've still got a bit to do before-"

Bruce had her turned around with his hands on her wrists in only a moment. He pressed her hard against the glass wall and snuggly sheathed his cock between her asscheeks, holding her arms behind her back.

"What the...what the fuck do you think you're doing?" She demanded, the increase in wetness in her pussy contradicting her tone.

"Teaching you a lesson." Was all Bruce said. His voice was gruff and dominant, making Helena have to resist biting her lip.

"You motherfucke-" Bruce followed through with his routine of their session and cut Helena off, this time by jamming his cock inside her tight backdoor. Helena's unexpected scream turned into a moan quickly as he pounded into her, her furious tone and expression still present but underlaced with pleasure.

"You goddamn piece of shit!" She moaned, "You're such...such a fucking...arsehole!" She was completely at his mercy and it was making her more turned on than ever. He had her trapped, contained. Unable to move her arms because of his rough hands while the side of her face was pressed against the glass. Her tits were squished against it, her hard and burning nipples rubbing so deliciously against the glass. She was being forced to stand on her toes in order for him to fuck her tight ass properly. She was completely and utterly helpless in this position and she loved it so so much.

Bruce was enjoying it just as much, seeing her in this powerless state while he took her ass with great force. Each thrust into her ass was another message of dominance from him to her. He was in charge. He was the one who called the shots. His word was law. He kept sending those messages loud and clear, the slapping of his thighs against her cheeks drowning out the falling water. That and her angry moans along with his powerful grunts.

"You dick!" Helena moaned, still hurling insults, not having let out enough of her anger on him. "You always have to be in charge don't you?! Always have to be right! Bruce Wayne! Mister fucking perfect!"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked gruffly, not letting up his thrusts.

A smirk came to Helena's face. "Fuck no! Fuck me you insufferable bastard!"

Bruce smiled and found it in himself to slam into her even harder, the glass shaking very precariously at this point. Helena moans grew even louder and turned into screams when Bruce bit down on her neck, leaving a mark that was going to last. Her body rocked again as she came once more, being surprised yet ultimately ecstatic that having his thick meat in her ass had her gushing and dripping all over her thighs while her body burned.

"That's right." Bruce grunted, feeling his own orgasm coming. "Take it!" He groaned intensely as he pumped his cum into her begging ass. A hard thrust forced his load into her, her ass taking continuous streams of sticky hot cum. Helena bit her lip as she felt her ass get filled with his sweet cum, her anger gone and left with a look of complete bliss.

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"Thank you Alfred." Helena said as Alfred placed her breakfast in front of her.

"May I get you anything else madam?" He inquired as respectful as ever.

"No thank you. This is great."

With that he nodded and proceeded to exit the dining hall just as Bruce was entering, giving him a small nod before continuing on his business.

"You know you should be more like Alfred." Helena said, focusing more on her breakfast than him right now. "He really knows how to treat a lady."

Bruce didn't respond. Just stood at the table with his arms crossed, looking at her expectantly.

"What? You're still mad after last night, are you?" She asked, taking a pause on her meal.

No response.

"Seriously? You're giving me the silent treatment now? This is what I'm taking about, at least Alfred says something."

No response.

"You can't still be annoyed at me about the stakeout. I thought that we...settled...our differences yesterday."

Still nothing. Now he was getting annoying.

"Jesus Christ Bruce fucking say something. What do you want? Me to say I'm sorry?"

This time he raised an eyebrow. That just pissed her off.

"Fine! I'm goddamn sorry okay! I'll try to take it a little easier next time all right. Happy now?"

Bruce just turned around and headed back to the door. "I'm going to go take a shower."

Helena just glared after only pausing for a few moments before following. She needed to let off some steam again. Breakfast could wait.