Be My Batman [Jesse]

[Clover]

BE MY BATMAN
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OOC: Backdated to February 5th

<Jesse Fforde> The party had gone better than Jesse had expected. There were people there he hadn’t liked, but he’d sucked it up and ignored them. Doc, in particular – he’d left before too long, and had done a great job at ignoring Jesse, too. Most of the new people had been introduced to the rest of the family – or those who were around, anyway. There’d been no arguments until Victor had shown up, and at this point Jesse was beyond caring. The guy was suicidal, but Jesse didn’t know how to help. At least when Jesse was suicidal, he reached out. As much as he could, anyway.

That was all for another time, however. The tome brought Jesse home, and Clover was right on his tail. She’d had a plan for tonight. She’d asked him on a date. They’d argued; she hadn’t mentioned anything else about it. But Jesse had a way to make it up to her. He hoped. He led her straight to the apartment. “Sit,” he said, pointing to the couch. “Wait there. Just… wait there. I have something for you,” he said, grinning like an exuberant child. Before she could even respond, he’d trotted off to the bedroom and closed the door.


<Clover> She’d been late to the party. Clover had taken almost an hour to get to Serpentine, and she’d hesitated on attracting any sort of attention. The red dress she wore made her feel worse than being naked. The brunette preferred leggings and skinny jeans, anything that provided more coverage than a dress, and yet Jersey had talked her into a dress, into an outfit that they’d both hoped attracted attention from one person. Jesse. That had been the goal. Otherwise, Clover might have worn her red skinny jeans and a white shirt.

The command she’d been given left her confused, at best. For a moment, she thought about arguing, about revealing that she’d worn nice lingerie beneath her dress. He was putting off her opportunity to continue wooing him, “Okay,” she replied, her response too late. She’d been too surprised to immediately answer him, so he’d already disappeared into the bedroom.

Clover considered just taking off her dress and waiting for him, but she stopped herself. If he had some ordinary surprise, she didn’t want to ruin it for him, and she didn’t want to make it awkward between them. Clo sat on the couch and shifted around, excited and nervous. What if he came out with some more flowers? Did he know what she liked and didn’t like? Was she supposed to lie? “Jesse?”


<Jesse Fforde> “Hang on!” he called out, hearing Clover calling his name. The box had been put beneath the bed, stashed there earlier as Clover had left to meet Jersey. The plan all along had been to come back to this apartment. Even if she’d insisted on video games… they’d have come back here. He quickly stripped and redressed, fiddling with the different parts of the costume. He’d gone online and he’d sourced something authentic – none of this cheap ****. The tights were the worst part. Clover’d probably hear him jumping around, hissing curses. It took ten minutes, at least. Maybe fifteen. The cape clipped onto the shoulders. Movement was kind of… difficult, with the head. The neck was kind of stiff. Better than he expected, however.

The last thing he clipped on was the belt, gold. New. Mint. He’d even gone so far as to smear black eyeliner all around his eyes, just the way they did it in the movies. Making it blend in with the mask. Now that he was dressed, he wondered if this was a stupid idea; but he dismissed it. If it was, and she laughed, then he would laugh, too.

“Okay, I’m coming out,” he said, the leather of the gloves creaking as his fingers closed around the handle. He opened the door, stepped out. The cape swished as he moved, footsteps heavy in assigned boots. He came to stand in front of Clover, arms crossed over his chest, fighting hard to keep the smile from his face. Would he even be recognisable? That was the point about these superhero costumes, wasn’t it? To be unrecognisable? None of his tattoos showed. But really, he had no idea how he looked…


<Clover> Impatient. Several times, she thought about sliding off the couch cushion, walking back to their bedroom, and wrapping her arms around him. Whether he wanted her to wait or not, she wanted him. In so many ways, she wanted him. But she remained in her spot. Clo pushed herself further back on the cushion and rested her back against the back of the couch. She smoothed her hands out over the skirt portion of her dress and tucked the excess fabric beneath her thighs. Red. That had been part of the color theme for the party, as if someone were going to inspect her and deny her access if she’d worn any other color, anything other than red, pink, or white. Then again, that had been said.

“Fine!” The single word came out with a level of irritation she hadn’t intended. He was taking too long. When he’d disappeared, she’d anticipated a fast return. She hadn’t anticipated such a long wait. The minutes ticked by, and she considered feigning sleep, just to punish him for leaving her waiting. Her own ideas about lingerie were soon forgotten. She just wanted him to lie beside her, to hold her, and to tell her that he’d enjoyed himself. Clo wanted him to remind her of how beautiful she looked, for she’d tried harder for him. The whole evening had been a sort of test; she’d wanted to see if he noticed her change in attire, and he had.

When he came out dressed as Batman, she didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or not. Her dark eyes roamed over his body, taking in his attention to detail. Clover knew all about Batman, and she recognized how much effort Jesse had put into the costume. “Hello there, Batman,” she teased, a grin on her face. “Can I be your Poison Ivy?” She pushed herself out of her seat and went to circle around him, taking him in from every angle.


<Jesse Fforde> Jesse cleared his throat. He didn’t know Batman quite as well as Clover did; he’d done the basic research, and had of course seen the movies at some point or another. Poison Ivy. Was that Uma Thurman? He remembered… green. Lots of green. He eyed the flowers still crowning Clover’s head and nodded. He supposed from this point on he should try to roleplay, though he wasn’t sure how to pull that off. Or whether he could. As Clover circled behind him a slight grin twitched on his lips before he dismissed it.

“Have you been bad, Ivy? I’ll have to punish you…” he said, his voice gruff, his eyes bright as he turned to watch Clover. He was still admiring the dress; he was admiring the way it shaped her curves, the way the colour played with the ink etched into her skin. Even the flowers looked like they belonged – a natural beauty that she had always possessed. Why she wanted compliments from him, he didn’t know. Why she felt the need to dress up to get his attention… she didn’t need to. She could have walked into the bar wearing a snuggy and he’d have reacted the exact same way.

He remained standing, shoulders straight and feet set apart. He looked down at her; he really had no idea what to do next. He hadn’t thought this through, beyond getting into the costume. He figured Clover would laugh and he’d take it off, or she’d like it and then… do with him what she wanted to. Play with him like a toy.


<Clover> The costume didn’t make her laugh, but his words had her biting her bottom lip. Were they trying to roleplay? Clover had done it before. She’d tried different things to spice up her sex life. And yet she’d never had a guy dress up for her before. Well, no, but she’d never had a guy dress up as Batman. Jesse was her Batman. “Then you’ll have to punish me, because I’ve been very bad.” The laughter shouldn’t have been there, not when they were trying something different, if they were trying something at all. Clo didn’t know. She’d been the one to tease him, and he’d countered with his own words. Were they really serious?

[Jesse Fforde]

<Clover> “I wanted to show you something too, before you decided to transform from Bruce Wayne into Batman.” Her battle to contain her laughter had been forgotten, replaced by her own desire to reveal her clothing. She stopped admiring his costume and went around to stand in front of him. “I don’t think Poison Ivy was into this sort of thing,” she began, reaching back to tug on the zipper of her dress, “but I’m sure she would have been, if she had such a good-looking Batman.” Once she’d gotten the zipper all the down, she slid the straps down from her shoulders, holding the front of her dress up by placing a hand over her chest. Clo wondered how fast he could get out of the costume, or how fast she could tear it off of him, when she got tired of playing their game.

Slowly, she moved the dress down to reveal satin and lace bra, part of the lingerie she’d purchased and hidden months ago. Oh, she still had more. One brow arched, she looked into his eyes and watched, waited, to read his reaction.


<Jesse Fforde> The costume had been quite expensive. If this didn’t last long, he was sure that they would find another use for it in the future. Maybe they would go out in the city. Maybe they’d get her a costume, too. Poison Ivy. Or Catwoman. One of them. He could just imagine her dressed all in shiny black latex, claws on her fingers and a whip in her hands. It would suit her. This was what he was imagining when she said she had something for him, too. She did have plans, then. As she started to tug at the zip of her dress, batman gave a very uncharacteristic smirk. Either way, they were going to be doing something after the party.

“Is this another definition of video games?” he asked, his arms finally dropping from his chest. The dress still hung from Clover’s hips, and he felt his mouth watering. It had taken him a long time to get the costume on, and it would take him some time to get it off, too. He assumed. How the **** had Batman gone to the toilet? Surely there had to be some kind of zip or… flap. Something.

A gloved hand traced the outline of the lace bra, before his fingers danced down over Clover’s torso. Searching for the edge of the dress, seeking to pull away her hands as they held it up. Wanting her to step out of the enticing red material to reveal the rest of the hidden surprise. He’d even go so far as to rip it off, to force the dress to pool at her feet. Taking charge.


<Clover> Perhaps she had deceived him by saying she wanted to play video games. No, her intentions had been innocent enough, but the dress had changed her mind. She wanted to look nice for the party, and she’d decided she wanted to look nice after the party. Her plans had been sealed the moment the conversation went from a certain person to a certain fetish. Honestly, Clover could have interrupted the party; she could have whisked him away from Serpentine and ravished him right from the beginning, but she’d stayed until the very end. She’d stayed through teasing Pera, discussing Victor, and talking about fetishes. Clo had showed a level of patience that brought a great deal of pride.

“This is another definition of video games,” she confirmed. His hands on her made her shudder, and she welcomed his costume. Batman. Jesse. He’d picked the perfect outfit, and she appreciated his efforts. She wanted to reward his efforts. When it was clear he wanted her to finish undressing, to reveal the rest of the black and off-white lingerie, she slid the dress down over her hips and let go. The red dress fell down over her thighs and cascaded down her legs. The fabric lay crumpled at her feet, and she stepped out of it; she kicked her lovely dress out of the way, and her shoes followed. She stood there in her underwear, feeling as if she were revealing more to him than if she were completely naked.

“Would you rather play video games, or would you rather play with me? I think you owe me for tonight’s hugging. I think you owe me more than this costume, Batman.” Clo brushed her hands over the material of the costume. She pressed her palms against his chest, as if she were searching for warmth, for a heartbeat. For something. And she seemed satisfied, if he mischievous smile revealed anything.


<Jesse Fforde> What was it about women’s lingerie? Who designed these bras and these panties to make them so… appealing? The way they sat, the way they curved, the way the silk glistened. The lace sat so enticingly against her skin, and Jesse’s thumb brushed over the lace beneath Clover’s belly button. Except he couldn’t feel her, due to the leather gloves. They made his fingers feel cumbersome. He did as Clover had done earlier. He circled her, enjoying the view from the back as well as from the front. The boots really were heavy on his feet, the cape brushing up against the furniture as he moved.

There were words hidden on the tip of his tongue. He swallowed them, and uttered a barely discernible grunt instead. Slightly more graceful than the grunt of a caveman. No, it was more a grunt of need. He laughed, low. He owed her. Yes. There was plenty he had done tonight he assumed she wanted retribution for. The way he had teased her with Marian. The way he had threatened to hug Kaelyn if she didn’t. The talk of fetishes had him wanting to go home immediately, too.

“Did you ever imagine what it might be like to undress Batman?” he asked. There was something about this costume that had him feeling more powerful. It was ridiculous, but he felt like he could do what he wanted with her. As he circled, he slid an arm around Clover’s waist. He ducked down and swept the other beneath her knees, yanking her up into his arms, cradled against the leather costume covering his body. “Was this ever a fantasy of yours? The lace is... it's... I love it. But if you love it, you better order me not to rip it...” he asked, carrying Clover through to the bedroom. It seemed to be something he was doing a lot of, lately.


<Clover> He might not have been able to enjoy the sense of touch, but she could. She would have loved his skin on hers, but she enjoyed his costume enough that she accepted the fact that she wouldn’t receive such attention; at least, she wouldn’t achieve that level of attention yet. As he moved, she watched him. She turned her head to either side, feeling his eyes burning holes in her body. His attention felt good, and she wanted him to enjoy himself just as much as she wanted to enjoy herself. Video games. Clover should have never enjoyed such a thought. Video games came later, hours after they’d stripped, hours after they’d satisfied their urges for one another.

“Yes,” she answered immediately. But her fantasies came second. The Batman before her made her revisit such thoughts. Even though she knew his body, even though she’d memorized him, she felt as if she were with someone else entirely. As long as it was him, she had permission to feel that way. “I know exactly how to undress Batman.” And he’d whisked her off of her feet, as if she were a damsel in distress. He stood between her, before her, leading her back to some sacred place and far away from some imaginary danger. If they were still teasing one another, she might have let out a dramatic squeal, but no. Not then.

“I want you to rip it off. You can rip my clothes off whenever you want. I like it.” Her honesty would lead her down quite the road, but she had no regrets. She meant what she’d said. He could rip her clothes off whenever he liked, as long as he did it with some passion. As long as he showed the level of hunger she enjoyed, the level of patience she possessed, then she had no problem replacing her bra, her panties, and the rest of her clothes. “Let me undress you, and we can see how well you can shred my bra and panties,” she suggested. Clo pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips and waited for him to lower her down. Already, she’d gone over how to remove his costume. Several times. Hundreds of times. To destroy the costume. To preserve the costume.