Slade was very easily led into Natalia’s bed, falling into it with a weighted thud. Despite the weight of his body armor, he was able to remove it in quite a hurry. Now he found himself above her, wearing little more than the deep blue pants of his armor. Natalia had proven herself quite skilled and quite strong when she very easily managed to unhook his belt and toss it across the room.
He kissed her deeply several more times, letting his tongue glide across hers and tease it into a frenzy. His lips trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the warm flesh at the base of her neck. She tasted like an intoxicating mixture of sweat, alcohol, and pure lust.
Nevermore
My name is Nevermore. I'm not some vigilante for peace. I'm not Batman. I'm just out to fuck shit up. Got a problem? Deal with it or fuck off.
My name is Natalia Moore, when I'm not out kicking in mobster's teeth. I'm 20. I have a five year old son named Briar. Yeah, awesome choices for this slum girl. Bruce Wayne and his fancy charities haven't done shit for me and Briar.
Prostitute. Drug addict. Alcoholic. Vigilante. Common Gothamite.
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Slade was very easily led into Natalia’s bed, falling into it with a weighted thud. Despite the weight of his body armor, he was able to remove it in quite a hurry. Now he found himself above her, wearing little more than the deep blue pants of his armor. Natalia had proven herself quite skilled and quite strong when she very easily managed to unhook his belt and toss it across the room.
He kissed her deeply several more times, letting his tongue glide across hers and tease it into a frenzy. His lips trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at the warm flesh at the base of her neck. She tasted like an intoxicating mixture of sweat, alcohol, and pure lust.
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His breathing became heavier as she straddled his lap. A part of him was quite surprised by her sudden show of affection, but it didn’t take long for instinct to take over. He quickly removed his gloves from his hands, placing them on her waist. Her small frame fit almost perfectly in his worn hands.
He drank in her scent, closing his eye and letting her rest her forehead against his. He leaned in close and pressed his lips against hers. He pulled away briefly, tracing his tongue over the outline of her lips. She tasted so good, too.
“I haven’t felt this way in a long time……you’re amazing…”
The kiss surprised her. Not easy to do, considering where she lived. Natalia rolled with it. She moved her hands down, along his neck and up to the sides of his face. His beard was rough against her palms, as she leaned in and kissed him. Nate bit, softly, at his lower lip.
” … You ain’t seen nothin’ yet,” she whispered, opening her eyes, looking at him.
And when Natalia fell into bed with him, she didn’t feel like a whore anymore. She didn’t feel like a Narrows hooker … Because here was someone who wanted her for her … He wasn’t paying her. And she didn’t expect to be paid.
Better yet, she guessed that Wil actually knew how to take a bra off, unlike the little jerks who rode up in their Camaros and propositioned her.
Natalia was learning to see that silver lining. Amusing, considering the silver fox she had collared, if only for the night.
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It was funny how easy it was for her to catch on to exactly what both of them were like. Even though he had revealed very little about himself to her, she had already caught on to the fact that he was a very solitary creature. There had been very few that were able to appreciate him for what he was. And yet here she was, proving that she did just that. Could she truly appreciate this battle-hardened assassin? He honestly couldn’t say.
“It sounds as if you’d been wanting to say this for some time. I have to admit, you’re really perceptive. To tell the truth, I rarely get close to people out of fear.” He said, now beginning to spill everything himself. “I swear, it sometimes feels like I’ve got a curse on me. Everyone I love ends up being taken away from me. My ex-wife hates me, my first son is dead, my second son is mute and frightened of me, and my daughter hates me.”
“So the fact that you’ve stuck around is astounding. And I appreciate you for it.” He said, a small smile stretching across his aged face.
” … I appreciate everything you’ve done for me too,” she said, licking her lips. She stood, moved over to where he sat, and straddled his legs. Nate expected to be shoved, pushed aside and told that he changed his mind.
Nate had tried her hand at stripping. She was better at table-top and lap-dancing. Her arms around his neck, she took a deep breath. She smelled of sweat and booze. He didn’t smell too much different, to be honest. Nate rested her forehead against his and closed his eyes.
” … I’d be dead right now,” she muttered. “I’d be dead and so would Bry … If you hadn’t come around … For that … I appreciate you. I appreciate you a lot, Wil … “
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When put that way, he instantly got what the young woman was implying. “Oh……that kind of luck.” As sad as it sounded, her description of it as ‘old fashioned luck’ was the memory jogger. The last person who said those words to him were Pat Trayce, the second Vigilante. While that was nothing more than just a fling, the words still brought back the memories. It was the closest equivalent to happy he’d felt in a long while.
He leaned forward, his single eye staring straight into hers. She was one hundred percent serious about this. He felt that he shouldn’t question her, but he was concerned and wanted to make sure that this wasn’t just the alcohol talking.
“You’re sure about that? I’m not protesting, but I just want to know if you’re serious or if that’s the Jack.”
Natalia blinked and ran a hand through her hair. Was it just the Jack talking? Well, dammit, Wil, now she wasn’t so sure … She hated when he did that. She had all of a sophomore’s education at Gotham High. She had to drop out before she even went through driver’s ed.
” … If it was the Jack talking,” she said, slowly, thinking as hard as she had the capability to, at that moment. “I wouldn’t’ve asked if you wanted to. I would have just tried to unzip your pants.”
Nate made no excuses for what she was. A prostitute putting in aps at diners and convenience stores, an alcoholic, and a drug-addict, but, at least she was honest. At least she was trying. Briar had asked her not to shoot up anymore, she stopped shooting up. Maybe she was soft, in a way, touched in the head.
But she was honest.
“I think we’re both the lonely type,” she said, unable to put her mouth on pause. “And I think we can appreciate each other. Since no one else does.”
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He sat down in the recliner, surprised by how comfortable it was. Then again, Slade had been used to the finer things in life for so long that sometimes little things like this were necessary to place him firmly back into reality. He laughed at her reaction to his dietary habits, remembering she didn’t know he was enhanced. “Well, I’m basically built to go for days on end without food and still have plenty of fight in me.” He said, hoping that would give her some idea of what his body was like.
As she latched the door quite firmly, he found himself looking at the door and letting out a bit of a sigh. He could buy out this entire building in order to ensure she would always have a place to live. He could personally make sure she never had to have that many locks on her doors. But even he couldn’t be sure how she would react to that.
“The missions? I just got briefed on the first one about two days ago. I leave on Monday, and depending on how smoothly things go, I should be back by Thursday or Friday.” He said, the images of torture and death still fresh in his mind. “…..Luck?”
“You know,” Nate said, shrugging and sitting a little straighter on the couch. “Luck. The old fashioned kind.”
This wasn’t for money, or to somehow trick him. She knew he was loaded, Bruce Wayne kinda rich. Nate didn’t care. She never took his money without a purse-ful of guilt. Nate didn’t want to be his kept woman. She didn’t do good behind closed doors, anyway. No, this wasn’t money driven, or drug or booze driven, or even Briar driven.
… Natalia wanted to do this. Natalia wanted to feel loved again, and, the nearest thing she had to love, that loved her in return, besides Briar was the man in the armor, sitting in her living room.
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“Spoken like a true lady..” He said with a chuckle. Even in their softer moments, Natalia always had quite the vocabulary. Even in the heat of battle, Slade always kept his language somewhat civil. But considering her background and what she had to go through every day just to survive, he often let it pass. Bonus points were given for not having that sort of language around Briar.
“I’m fine, actually. I basically live off of protein bars and adrenaline anyway.” He noted how insanely out of place he looked in this small apartment. Here he was, six feet four inches of enhanced mercenary dressed in blue and orange body armor and armed to the teeth with the latest in custom military grade weaponry, relaxing in the narrows with a slightly drunken woman. In an effort to make it a lot less strange, he unstrapped his sword, staff, and ammo belt, setting them down next to the door in a small pile.
“Jesus Christ on a crutch, Wil,” Nevermore said, pulling the zipper of her biker jacket down. She threw it over the well-worn couch and sat, leaning down to unlace her combat boots. “Eat a goddamn cheeseburger. You’ll feel better … “
Leaving her boots out, she walked into the kitchenette, wearing a wife-beater and jeans. She got out a juice and punched a hole in the tin-foil cap with her fingernail.
“Make yourself at home. I get a whoppin’ six channels. We can put in a movie or somethin’,” she said, heading back for the couch. But she paused, put the juice down, and hurried back to the door. She dead-bolted it twice, locked the door-knob lock, and pulled the chain lock into the slot.
Satisfied, she walked back to the couch.
” … When do you leave?” She asked, laying on the couch. She nodded to the lazy boy in the corner, inviting him to sit. “For your new missions and shit?” Natalia was still very buzzed, but, the walk down the stairs sobered her up, if only a little. ” … Maybe you could use a little luck … ?”
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He nodded reassuringly when she poured the remaining contents of the bottle down the drain. He was glad to know none of it would be entering her system. Besides, Jack Daniels was cheap crap anyway. He really was proud of the fact that she truly was trying to clean up her act. He didn’t want to have to repeat the near-torture that he’d put her through several weeks ago. It may have been worth it in the long run, but it was hell on him emotionally. He didn’t want to hurt yet another person who he cared about.
He held onto her by the waist, kissing the top of her head before heading for the access stairs that led back down to where her apartment was. “Good choice, Natalia. You’re getting better and better, and you have no idea how pleased that makes me.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah~” she said, leaning on him as they walked. “Tickled pink, that’s you.”
Was she still a little drunk? Oh, yes. Did that mean she lost her shining wit or her immeasurable Gotham City Class? Hell no. She was trying, anyway, and it was good that he was taking notice. Briar loved her unconditionally, sure, she was Mommy and Mommy had stopped shooting up because Briar had asked, but Mommy still got beat up by men named ‘John’ … Nate was terrified Briar would wake up one morning and decided he hated his mother.
If that horrible day ever came, Nate would truly be alone in the world. No parents, no real friends, just Briar and Wil.
And Wil was a godsend. Had it not been for him, she and Briar would have frozen during that Christmas …
Coming to her apartment, she fished for her keys and pulled them out. She swore and grumbled, trying to unlock her multiple locks. The door swung open and she was a little pissed at herself that the dishes weren’t done. Still, the place was alright. It was a crappy two bedroom. The kitchen and living room were connected. The bathroom was a half-bath, and she had the laundry drying on a clothes-line hanging from the shower-head to the opposite wall. She had the on-sale space heater in her room. She didn’t want it to start a fire in Briar’s room. That was why he had an electric blanket …
“You want a sandwich?” She asked, heading for the fridge. The soup kitchen had yesterdays sandwiches, as many as you could carry, rather than the shitty, one per person rule. “Don’t drink the tap water. Shit’s tepid as fuck. I got Lil’ Hugs … “
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“To most people one bottle is a hell of a lot more than ‘one drink’, Natalia. You have to make this the last drop of alcohol you have. Briar needs you clean…..I need you clean.” He said, chuckling to himself a little bit as he watched the happy go lucky twenty year old move as though she didn’t have a care in the world. Admittedly, he did like the sight, but he knew it would be one hundred percent better if she were like this when she was clean and sober.
Her next question nearly knocked the tough-as-nails mercenary on his ass. She couldn’t be serious, could she? It caused a whirlwind of emotions and conflicted feelings within Slade. On the one hand, she was so much like a daughter to him, a lost girl in need of guidance and help. But on the other hand, he could tell there was a part of him that had grown attached to her in another way entirely. He tried not to think about it, but this just make it harder.
“I-I……wow………well……….” He began, failing to form a sentence. After a few attempts, he finally managed to string something that looked like a sentence together. “I-I’ll at least take you back to your place. We’ll see what happens.” He said, taking her hand once more to keep her upright.
“Hey, hey, hey,” she said, waving a finger at him and taking a quick swig from her bottle. “Baby steps. Baby. Steps.” Natalia shrugged and looked at Wil. He was older than she was, by a lot. He wasn’t like most old people, though. He was nice to her, and he had a rockin’ body … And he was happiest with her when she wasn’t drunk or high or walking the streets, sucking dick for a living.
So, for Wil, she tipped the bottle over and let the booze pour out over the top of the roof. Due to the slope of the building, it all furrowed down to the drain pipes, ensuring some drunk rats in the morning. And she put the glass bottle down too, rather than just drop it and shatter it.
Nevermore staggered over to Wil, wrapped an arm around his waist and let her head rest on his shoulder.
“Let’s go home, Wil. I’ve had enough tonight … “
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