A/N Don't own the characters so don't sue me!.

Special thanks to Lady Isis for betaing this male perverted fantasy piece.

Warning: this story has Batman having intercourse with several women in the Justice League, so if it's not your cup of tea leave now. ;)

Batanova

Chapter 1: Shayera

Batman was looking down at the street below when he heard a flutter of a cape in the wind, and a foot touching the hard roof.

"Kent... What are you doing in my city?" Batman's monotone voice bellowed out.

Clark smile ruefully; the man always knew who was behind him. "I was asked to speak with you. A close friend of ours is confused."

Batman continued to look down as he listened to him. "Confused about what?"

"Well she has feelings for this brooding — and I quote — pain-in-the-ass man."

Batman's posture stiffened. "Tell your friend to forget about him; the man has a city to protect, and cannot be sidetracked!" he spat.

Clark shook his head: the man was stubborn, as well as being a moron. He got closer to his friend, joining him looking down at the street light-filled scene below.

"You know, it wouldn't hurt you to have some fun in your life."

"Wayne has all the fun. I do not!" he roughly stated.

Clark rolled his eyes. Bruce Wayne may seem to be a party animal but that wasn't true.

Bruce's voice gentled. "Tell Diana to stop thinking of me that way, Clark. I will just hurt her in the end," he said, as he turned towards Superman, facing him.

Clark nodded his head in agreement. "Don't I know it, but she is bound and determined you're a good man to chase after."

Batman smirked at that: naive woman still had her crush on him. He would have to set her straight soon, but he liked how she tried to flirt with him. She did have an endearing quality about her. "I will try to let her down nicely, Kent, now leave before someone spots you."

Clark smiled and lifted up into the air and disappearing.

Bruce thought about Diana. He truly did like her attention. But he knew he would either break her heart or she would his. No one would want a lovesick Batman roaming around the Watchtower. He chuckled at the thought.

He pulled out his grappling gun and fired off a shot, taking to the air and swing to the next building.

Unknown to either Bruce or Clark someone had been listening and watching the exchange from the shadows.

Batman landed onto the next roof and started to move along it. The night was a little chilly but the suit and exercise kept the cold at bay. As Batman was leaping to the next roof he didn't notice a patch of ice on it. When his leading foot landed on the roof he slipped. Causing him to fall to the roof, Bruce hit his head on the hard surface and skidded to a halt.

He wasn't injured, but his head hurt a little where he hit it. Unknown to Batman was that when he fell the shadow like figure giggled lightly. The rest of his patrol was quiet and he called it an early night.

Batman was working on some important improvements to the Watchtower systems when Shayera walked into the low light room. The door closed behind her as she walked over to the computer console Batman was typing at.

She sat down next to him and sighed out.

"Tell me about my son," she asked him.

Batman stopped typing and turned his attention towards the winged beauty. One look at her caused Bruce's level of arousal to increase. It gave him pause because he normally didn't feel this way towards Shayera.

For the next twenty minutes Batman told her about her child with John Stewart from the possible future timeline. During that time he felt drawn to her in ways he never imagined before. He shifted in his seat continuously.

"Is something wrong, Batman?" Shayera asked in concern. Bruce never acted this way, ever.

Bruce stopped moving and looked directly at Shayera, then he made up his mind and typed a series of keys. Shutting down all surveillance cameras and recording devices in the room. A metal clicking sound locked the door. Shayera raised an eyebrow at the sound.

"Uh..." Bruce said as he rubbed his chin "How do you handle it, Shayera?" he softly asked her.

Her face crunched up in confusion. "Handle what, Batman?"

Batman pulled his cowl off and looked at her. "Please call me Bruce for the moment. How do you handle being alienated by the rest of the league? Being called a traitor behind your back?"

Shayera stiffened up. Why was he asking her that? He must know it was a sore spot still. "I'm not some weak girlie girl, Bruce," she said, a little too quickly and trying to hold her head high.

Bruce nodded his head. "But don't you get lonely? I force people away so they don't get hurt, but people are forcing you away without giving you the chance to prove yourself," he stated.

Shayera's lip trembled. "Bruce, don't be messing around with my head!" she tried to growl out, but couldn't, because she was on the verge of crying.

"I'm not, Shayera. I may act like a pompous jackass most of the time, but I do care for the people that I once felt close to." What the hell was he doing? Batman discussing emotions? Still, he couldn't seem to stop. "Just ask a few of my rogue gallery of villains."

Shayera was on the verge of crying. "I know you're not; I've watched as you place yourself in harm's way to protect innocent and superhero alike." Shayera's defense had been weakening for the past few weeks. Everyone was ignoring her and would only talk to her when they only had to.

She started to cry and Bruce felt mad at himself for causing it. He stood up and pulled her into an embrace; she returned the hug. As she cried her heart out, Bruce stroked her hair and whispered encouraging words.

All the while staring at her neck and shoulder area. He felt compelled to kiss them. Ridiculously so. He slowly started to kiss Shayera's exposed shoulder and moved up to her neck.

She slowly stopped crying and started to breathe heavier. When he got to her jaw and slowly started to kiss up to her lips she stopped him.

"Bruce, what are you doing?" she whispered huskily at him. He continued to run his hands along her back and looked into her eyes.

"I don't know, Shay, but I don't want to stop either. Do you?" He licked his lips. Shayera stared wide eyes up at him and moved her lips towards his. The kiss started out nice and slow but gradually started to heat up. She opened her mouth for his and the two battled with their tongues. She was moaning into his mouth as he slowly pulled her shirt off her body. Shayera ran her finger nails down along his Kevlar covered chest.

Bruce picked her up and sat her onto the large computer console. The two progressed to removing the remainder of their clothes. Bruce stared at her with lust-filled eyes as he looked at the naked angel. Her wings were spread out wide, giving Bruce the impression of an actual angel sitting there. Her eyes were half closed with lust as he entered her.

Bruce nibbled and sucked on her neck, ears and throat area as she bit his shoulder and scratched his back. The two were grunting and groaning as they mated. They both nearly screamed as they reached orgasmic release.

Bruce picked her up sat on his chair. He smiled up at her as they tried to regain their breath. A few strands of hair were in her lovely face and he moved them out of the way.

Shayera's eyes were surprised, but the smile on her lips told him she was happy at his still being hard inside her. After another marathon second encore she looked down at him in surprise.

"Wow," was all he said.

Shayera cocked a grin at him. "Yes wow." But her grin slowly faded away as she looked down at him.

"Bruce, that was very exciting, but this should only be a one time thing." He pulled her into a kiss and hugged her tightly to his body. She melted in the embrace.

"Yes, I think you're right, Shay. Up for a third round anyway?" he asked with a smirk.

Shayera pulled up and looked down at him. Once she saw the smirk she playfully slapped him on the shoulder. "Would love to but I have monitor duty soon," she sighed out.

He pulled her back into his embrace. "Let's just enjoy this moment for a little longer." He felt Shayera's head nod against his chest. The two sat entwined there relaxing in the afterglow of sex.

They quickly got redressed. Bruce walked over to the console and typed in a few keys. Shayera walked up to him. Then she heard and felt air moving in the room. She looked confused at this. He smiled back at her.

"Just airing out the room," he winked at her.

Her eyes lit up with the knowledge of what he was doing; he was recycling the air in the room, removing the scent of their mating. Once the cycle was over, he reinstated the camera and listening devices. Then unlocked the door. The two walked out the door and went their separate ways.

A shadowy figure in the corner of the room smiled as it faded into the wall.

Bruce returned to the Batcave and stripped naked, then hopped into the shower. When he went to wash his shoulders he felt a slight pain. Looking closer he saw teeth marks. He shook his head and smiled. Shayera was a wild one in bed. Just like how she fights, he thought to himself. Then his mind switched from Shayera to Diana. If she screwed like she fought he wouldn't survive — but what a way to go.

He shook he head at the thought, but then another one popped in. He was thinking about Supergirl now and how she would be in bed. Then another one: Black Canary. Bruce slapped his face, trying to regain control.

It was like he was a teenager again, obsessed with sex. He was the Batman, he could control his body like no other. So why was he getting hard at these thoughts? Turning off the hot water he forced himself to wash in freezing cold water. Once his penis returned to normal he jumped out of the shower and quickly dried off.

Slipping on a pair of black sweatpants he made his way to the main part of the cave. Alfred was awaiting him with a cup of tea. Bruce walked up to him and took the cup and walked over to the computer system.

Alfred coughed. "Where you in a fight with an animal, Master Bruce?" the butler inquired.

Bruce froze for a second. "What?"

"Your back is scratched and your shoulders have bite marks on them."

Bruce thought quickly. "Yes I was in a fight with...umm, Cheetah earlier. Guess she got a few good ones in."

Alfred raised an eyebrow. "Then why isn't your suit damaged, Master Bruce?"

He stiffened. He had no explanation for that one.

"Not to worry, Master Bruce, I can mend those injuries quickly. Give me a moment and I will get the iodine." And Alfred was off to the medical area of the cave. Bruce mentally kicked himself for such a lame excuse.

Alfred returned with the iodine and processed to wipe his injuries.

"There; all better now, sir. Next time try to be more careful when...fighting." His voice got a mischievous quality to it when he said fighting. Against her, Alfred thought. Bruce just nodded his head as he continued to stare at the blank screen. Alfred made to leave and Bruce swore he heard a chuckle.

He powered the screen up and typed up an email to Shayera. He sent it to her, hacking into the Watchtower email system to make sure no one got a copy of it. The letter was a simple apology for his behavior and that he hoped they could still be friends only.

After sending it, he made his way up the manor to grab something to eat before he went on patrol. The same figure was in the corner of the Batcave, smiling once again.

"Just the beginning, my dark knight," he said as he faded away.