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Shadows of the Heart

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Arella Roth.

Part 1 of Azarath and Gotham

She always had a soft spot for gala’s, despite them being filled with pretty, rich, ignorant people, like talking to a waiter filled with ego in a cheap three star restaurant. Complete and utter boredom, the only thing entertaining was the champagne, or the genuine people trying to have fun with a smile without causing too much of a scene. Still she walked up the stairs in a tight white dress, off the shoulder and velvet going down to her feet. Silver jewelry with diamonds hanging from the earrings complimented her indigo eyes and light makeup, red lipstick blending with the dress. The jewelry by far was one of the good choices she made, simple and elegant at best like most but no one would ever notice, they never seemed to anyways.

“May I have your name ma’am?” The lady with a welcoming smile and a clipboard in her hand asked.

“Mrs. Roth.” Giving the same smile she saw on her face quirk, keeping her face calm and collected as she watched the woman scramble to find her name.

“Of course, Enjoy the evening ma’am.”

Arella knew she would never find someone with the Roth last name on her clipboard, perhaps it was the call she made, or something else but it sure made her say sorry a lot.

Taking a glass of champagne she turned to see the familiar and unfamiliar faces snickering to one another, their partners by their side with an annoyed look. Young audience, arms around one another and looking already buzzed while others sat on the sidelines talking. She walked past, not offering much of a hello but a polite smile on her face, they didn’t see her anyways. Instead she sat in the back, trying to find the reason, why she came here.

Before it was for him, or just to feel alive. That was when she was a kid, now she made enough to never step foot onto Gotham's streets again, she should be turning to home, not an old school apartment she used to live in when she was still young, a fool who ran away from her home, in search of something she shouldn't have. Now though, parties and galas still were all too boring but still held a soft spot within her. Maybe it was overtime suits or the midnight that grew too arousing for her body to get used to the same old things, or maybe she just wanted feel alive again.

“I see you got my invitation, Mrs. Roth” A deep voice made the hair on her neck stand up.

Turning around she saw him, standing tall and broad in an all black suit with his hair gelled as usual, holding a drink between his two fingers. “Yes, It is an honor to be included in such a prestigious event, Mr. Wayne,” She smiled, “and I was truly looking forward to attending.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Looking around he saw the guests now, more than ever, staring at them both. He grew used to the looks, the whispers and the talking, it wasn't uncommon for people to talk about him. Usually he would push them aside but tonight he wondered what to do, their voices mixing and nearly overcoming his own. “Do you?”

“Dance? While I am honored by your invitation, I still prefer to enjoy the evening in solitude.” Shaking her head she watched Bruce’s face twist and smiled at it, “But perhaps somewhere else?” Whispering she gently ran her thumb, over the edge of her champagne glass, before gently placing it down as her body passed his and she went to where no one would be.

The wind curled through her hair, body shivering slightly before she heard the very door she came from open again, and turned to see him emerging into the dark where she was. Walking up she met him halfway, middle of the rooftop where her high heels stopped clicking for a moment.

“Well, May I have this dance?” Bruce said, looking down and extending his hand with a gesture that bespoke both elegance and reverence.

“You may.” Grabbing his hand she put it on her waist, grabbing his other and slowly starting to cascade around the concrete.

“I’ve heard there's an exquisite art exhibition happening in the city. Have you had the pleasure of attending?” Spinning her he watched Arella’s body twirl before going back to flush against his, creating body heat.

“There is?” Pushing the question aside with her own she pretended to be intrigued, as if she hadn't already explored that very art exhibition he mentioned, smiling at the conversation before she laid her head on his chest for a moment.

“Then, with great pleasure, I shall accompany you to the very esteemed event.” Speaking for the hell of it he noticed the words that left a little too late. Blinking a few times he looked out past the woods, seeing the almost city with them. Did he mean it? It was always push and shove with women, tom and jerry for years even as he matured. He wouldn’t be an idiot to say it wasn’t thrilling. The chase, wanting it to end so badly but if it did, the only thing spoiled would be the fun of it all.

“Quite the commitment, isn’t it, Mr. Wayne?” Arella smiled, pulling away a little as she didn’t see his face falter. It was just as cold as her own, their own emotions flooding silently through like a dam bursting open. She once wanted someone, knowing enough the mere act of stay should have been the first sign but with how long it had been. As time passed, she couldn't help but marvel at his resilience, how much she pushed him and how much he bounced back, not taking no for an answer in the most extraordinary way. She remembered first meeting him, throwing it all aside, walking the line just for him. She had put her life in danger more than once and only got angry at the outcome, angry at herself, for letting him in without a second guess.

He could still hear the echo of the throat closed goodbye from someone he once really wanted more than anything, attempting to call it quits, on the rooftop with their eyes on beautiful horizon. It was unthinkable to throw her away, the truth he came back less than three months later, falling into her bed, into her embrace and never wanting to leave. He figured she longed for him as well even if they were together, but in the end they were all memories.

They were just young, fool and dumb kids, who were in love. One with a hero and one with hell.

Pushing her head back as if to conceal her expression Arella kept dancing, even when his feet stopped, she waited for it, waited for time to shift when she stared into his sapphire eyes. Feeling the adrenaline, the touch of his hand as he went down her dress, slowly making her chest turn to breathe heavier. It was torture, the more he moved, the more he touched, the more she felt teased, body hot, leaving her mouth ajar, lips grazing against the fabric unintentionally.

“Care for a tour of the manor?” Bruce whispered in her ear, taking nothing but a nod of agreement before he placed both hands on her waist and forced the woman’s body around, pushing her down the stairs and back into the manor.

She felt the dress fall way faster than the door closed. Talking, stumbling, still entered the room away from the whispers and murmurs, but his lips coating her neck made Arella care less to tell, her painted fingernails running through Bruce’s hair. She moaned softly, his name going over the people chatting below.

“Would you kindly maintain silence, Mrs. Roth? Solely for my sake, if you may.” Running his fingers between her thighs he got back up to face her, pushing her legs until they hit the bed and he could crawl on top, only thing left, his boxers. His muscles flexed, legs made from a sculpture in clay themselves pushed her soft thighs apart, abs running down her toned stomach as he laced their lips, tongues and every thing making their mind grow wild. “I never thought you would actually come, Mrs. Roth.” Kissing her neck he felt her body move, legs sliding before he forced his hand upon them once more.

“M-Mr. Wayne!” Gasping as his fingers entered her pussy and she arched her back, feeling his thumb rub her clit softly as she began to move more, growing wet and hot by the every passing moment. “M-Me neither!” Scrambling for words as his fingers moved faster, biting her lip to stay silent she opened her eyes to see his face, a small smile playing as her own hand cupped his growing arousal.

Stopping abruptly, Bruce got up and forced down the boxers, sliding his tip against her, feeling the wetness coat as he groaned, slipping in without halt to hear her whimper, fingernails now grabbing, leaving marks on his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful.” Thrusting in and out he looked down, watching her breasts move with every thrust, nipples hard as his tongue lapped over them while her head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes blown up like his. “God Mrs. Roth..”

His deep voice only turned her on even more, trying to move her hips as well but he had gotten faster, making her moan at every thrust and little movement, wanting it to never stop. “P-Please! I.. ah- Mr. Wayne please.” Moaning out she ran her nails down his back, in an attempt to urge him go harder.

Without word he ran a hand down, gently rubbing her clit as she jumped, scoffing darkly he began to fuck her harder, his cock making slapping sounds through the room before he lost himself and roughly moved his thumb, not bothering to stop ever after he heard his name in a loud moan, after her body grew limb and he had still not finished. Instead he felt her body jerk and quiver every time, not stopping one moment of euphoria until he jerked and emptied himself inside her.

“Shit!” Forcing his cock deeper he stopped, huffing out a sigh as he stopped and fell back onto her.

“It appears that I am granted the opportunity to spend the night, am I not?” Taking his weight on her, Arella smiled, fingers running through her damp hair before she saw him look up and smile softly, pecking her lips, until she chased his lips again. It was never a question she would take his offer to take her to the exibition, everyone from guests to security knew, the question was do they really have a future? Between the fights and work, the confusing emotions and scary past,

Do they really want a future?

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