Reuniting with an old friend.

"It's so good to see you." Vicki smiled, letting him in. As soon as the front door had shut behind them, Vicki threw her arms around Bruce, giving him a welcoming embrace. He was surprised just how much he'd missed the soft warmness of her up against his powerful body.

"It's been too long." Bruce admitted. "When'd we last see each other, two Pullitzers ago?"

Vicki chuckled, making a hand gesture to downplay it. Vicki was a fearless crime reporter. In the early years of his career, Bruce and Vicki had worked closely together, first as colleagues, then as something more intimate. Vicki had been one of the few journalists chronicling the misdeeds and influence of the Falcone and Maroni families, even before Bruce had returned and begun dismantling them. To this day, she was a respected authority on crime in Gotham, a woman with her finger on the city's pulse and sources throughout town. In fact, her network may have even reached some places Batman's could not.

"I don't do this for the awards. I do this for truth, justice, something I know you understand." the redhead reminded him.

"Bane's back in town." Bruce said simply.

"Never one for the small talk, were you? I always liked that." Vicki said, giving him an enticing smile.

"To tell you the truth, I'd half suspected it." Vicki said. "Things had been popping up on my radar, hijackings of chemical shipments, acts of violence on the big players' crews, with no retaliation. Normally that's part of the static in a town like this, but taken together, a picture emerges..."

Vicki had seen it coming before the police had. Hell, she was even ahead of him. Seemed the years hadn't dulled her investigative instincts. Nor had they made her any less attractive. Vicki was tall and pale. Slender, with glossy ginger hair falling down to her waist. Though she was on staff at the Gazette, GCN never missed a chance to get her in front of a camera, either. There was even talk of giving her her own programme...

"Vicki, anything you can share with me would be a huge help. I need to find Bane, ASAP." Bruce insisted.

"Easy Bats. Last time I looked out a window, it's not gonna be dark for another six hours or so. You need to unwind. Have a glass of wine with me?"

Bruce gave in after a few moments. He knew she'd ask, just like he imagined she knew he'd accept. Of course, if he hadn't wanted this, he would've simply called her up from the cave.

Vicki poured them both a glass, and they drank and talked. About their lives now and then, plans, worries. Eventually, the conversation circled around to their past involvement. Nights they'd shared a drink and a bed, nights he hadn't put the costume on, nights he had, and still stayed in with her.

"You know Bruce, if I regret anything in my life, it's that I didn't experiment more in college. That, and that we couldn't make it work." Vicki said, taking his empty glass and setting it down with hers.

Bruce chuckled.

"I regret it too, but it never could've worked out." Bruce admitted. "But we both had our crusades. Have them." He reminded himself.

Vicki was close to him now, sitting on his lap on the couch. Bruce found himself growing aroused. Despite his unmatched self-control, her touch, her voice, her smell, they were addictive to him.

Bruce locked eyes with Vicki. After that, they knew it was happening.

Vicki began unbuttoning her white shirt, as Bruce reached up and gave her skirt-clad ass a squeeze. The reporter writhed on top of him, the heat of her body was incredible.

Bruce drank Vicki in as she stripped. He'd fucked some of Gotham's most sinfully enticing villainesses. Any respectable top 10 sexiest women list read more like a list of his conquests. He'd bedded an Amazon with powers far beyond a mortal man and made her squeal his name, but there was something about Ms. Vale that made that all pale in comparison.

Vicki sat on his lap in nothing but her lingerie. Black lace, designer, with a garter belt and stockings. He may have been a billionaire, but Vicki was always the one with taste.

"I've missed this, Bruce." Vicki said lustily, fishing out his cock. The feeling was definitely mutual.

Peeling off her panties, Vicki brought her wet honeypot down on his tip. Even after all the stuff he'd done with Selina the previous night, the Dark Knight was still absolutely raring to go.

The pair started fucking wildly, as if trying to make up for lost time. Vicki bucked atop his cock, throwing her fiery hair back, while Bruce held her and kissed her.

Try as he might to stay in the moment, and what a moment it was, Bruce couldn't help but compare and contrast Vicki with her predeccesor, the lovely Selina Kyle.

Vicki knew his biggest secret, and a few more besides. Around her, there was no need to be anything other than Bruce Wayne, the billionaire orphan who'd returned to clean up Gotham. Selina, on the other hand, knew nothing. As far as she was concerned, Bruce Wayne and Batman were two completely different, if equally gifted, lovers.

Selina was a born criminal, a master thief, a denizen of Gotham's underworld. Vicki, on the other hand, had spent her life fighting for the city's soul.

Maybe it was the lust talking, but part of him could only happily imagining the two meeting. It could work out, it was widely known in Gotham's demimonde that Catwoman was bisexual. From her flirtatious behaviour with most every crook in Gotham, and her on again, off again romantic relationships with Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn, occassionally at the same time, it wasn't exactly a secret. As for Vicki, well, Bruce knew her to be exactly as open-minded as a good journalist should be.

The thought of it, of fucking both his loves at the same time, made his cock pulse in Vicki's quim, and reminded him just how close he was to finishing. Vicki, for her part, looked much the same, sweat beading her forehead as she bit her lip and rode his member.

Eventually, falling back into a seamless rythm, the lovers came. Bruce rode the orgasm, groaning in delight, gripping Vicki's hips and thrusting up into her as he flooded her pussy.

Vicki sated, collapsed on top of him, cooing appreciatively.

"Bruce... there are a lot of men in this city, but there's only one Batman." Vicki told him. Bruce smiled, and held her.

-

A few minutes later, Vicki had dismounted him, and was rifling through her bag. Even years later, this routine was familiar to him. He followed her out onto her penthouse's balcony, neither bothering to hide their nudity.

Vicki looked radiant, Bruce thought, the setting sun shining in her red hair, a cigarette perched between her lips.

"Don't worry, I still remember they're bad for me." Vicki said with playful consternation. "Hey, for all you know, maybe I only smoke them after fucking superheroes."

Bruce smiled. He could tell exactly how many she smoked a day, and at what times, just from a few simple observations, but he kept that to himself. Instead he gripped the balcony's rail, and watched as the sun began to sink over the Gotham skyline. Soon, he would be free to roam the cityscape...

"Take whatever you need from my research." Vicki said, elegantly puffing on her cigarette. "And Bruce? Let's do this again sometime, yeah?"

"Of course." Bruce nodded, heading back inside.