Black Death and The Goddess

I have arrived. After the last five run-ins with her it was only the slightest things that have possibly driven me to the edge of no care at all..or insanity. Her eyes..so deep and strong. Her skin..so lively looking and to the slightest touch from her made me feel that. Her voice..so hypnotic like her eyes but in drowned you in such intimidation as well as her presence along with any part of her body comes to contact with yours. Then..her scent. The smell of life as fresh as the brightest and vibrate looks of all the roses in the world all within the presence of one woman..a woman. As I walked through the door of her domain as she claimed it to hide from those of the law and vigilantism for from our last run in..she invited me. BEGGED me to see her. I did my best to try and stay away from her for I knew what she was capable of. But damn it..I could not help it. She was unlike any other woman I have ever seen...a woman? Nonetheless..I slowly made my way in as I opened the door to a wrecked up old alley way that seemed to have an old planting area with water pools and such. It seemed dark and dank but..it was like I walked into the amazonian jungle. The place was ALIVE with plant life! I saw all sorts of exotic flowers and plants, vines strung and hung all over the ceiling and wrapped around the poles and pillars, and venus fly traps so big that they seemed to possibly think a cat or a dog would be considered a fly like meal to them. Then out of the quietness within this lush place I heard her voice speak out. "I knew you wouldn't disappoint me.." I looked around for that voice calmly as I heard the sound of rustling vines on the ground whilst I heard her speak again in that lovely voice of hers. "..I knew I picked the right man this time." I heard more rustling of plants as I looked up..and there she was. Like an angel coming down from the heavens as the plant life helped aid her lowering her down to me as she looks down upon myself. She looked so majestic that I could not speak.. I saw her smirking at me as she was somewhat sprawled on the plant leaves she was on like her throne or even her own bed. Her bright red hair with the touch of green leaves in it was as lovely and flawless as her skin being hugged by the plants covering her woman parts. Just the way they were on her figure..in between her legs and how they curved along with her backside, the leaves wrapped around her thighs and down her long bare legs that had no covering of her bare feet, and how they hugged upon her breasts leaving that tempting space in between her bosom as if they were like that so they could be ripped off right then and there. This attire on her could make any man just want her. To succumb to her. To just ravage her.  But alas, The Dark Knight and his fellow adopted children warned the likes of me, a ruthless anti-hero, of such a being as Pamela.. But I could not think straight at this moment. Bad thoughts filled my head as I watched her place her delicate feet onto the ground as she stood up so smoothly. The way she swayed her curvacious hips with her walk as she could not keep her emerald green eyes off of my blue ones. I felt the vines at my boots so I without hesitation spoke out as she was almost at my personal space "Those..will not be necessary." She caught on to what I meant so she stopped..she then smirked abit as it seemed to also be a smile while she waved off her plant life to back away from me. "So does this mean you will come to me quietly?" Her question..it made me question myself. As I watched her place her hand upon her hip of her gorgeous body I began to doubt myself...what am I doing? Here I am, a hardened man built on making scum pay in these dark streets and make a living for my own self without being loyal to anyone. The men I have fought..The Bat, Nightwing, Bat Girl, Bat Woman, Robin, Red Hood, Killer Croc, goddamn Bane, and my most rivaled foe..Slade Wilson..known well as Deathstroke. I am a warrior..I am good enough to fight the best that this city has ever offered to put in my way as so I can make that cash...but this? Here I am just getting closer to this woma- NO. This..goddess-..giving up to her. Black Death, the most feared mercenary ever to exist as well as Deathstroke, NEVER gave up. But this..seemed so different. The thoughts in my head along with the "What the hell are you doing?!" 's and the thoughts of just taking the chance of just kissing her and us just roughing each other up intimately till the sun arose and the fact that I had realized from the Bat...I could die. I could not think straight with her before me. She seemed to be intimidated now that I was within her personal space as she let her hand down as she just looked up at me with not able to say anything. I began to take my skull mask off slowly as then she could see the face of what she said she saw with her tempting voice as she skimmed her hand on my face and held it to my cheek feeling my battle medals that are called scars. "Look at you..such a handsome.." Her other hand started right at my inner thigh and had almost been grazed in between my legs as she moved her hand over my belt straps and utilities and weapons as she felt my body..I heard her trying to contain herself when she spoke again. Almost as if she was flustered when she inhaled and exhaled deeply. "..stroong..buiillt man." She reached my shoulder placing her hand behind my head as to grab a handful of my hair in my mowhawk as I was not fazed the least except showing a sign to her..I liked it rough. She knew right away and bit her bottom lip hard as she looked in my eyes with evil intentions. Then, she threw her body onto me...did not see that coming to be honest. Her leg slammed up on my waist and skimmed up and down slowly as she pushed herself up alittle along with her breasts pressed against my chest making it look like they had gotten bigger. I could not think straight at this point while I remained calm and giving her attention..that scent of her..it would drive and possibly even KILL a man if he inhaled too much of her. The scent of her skin, the aroma of her pheromones, the scent of her-...really? Just by being on me and feeling me up? Unbelievable.  I could not believe I felt the leaves of her on my lower body feel abit...anyway-All the things I heard that bringer of justice tell me was that she never loved anyone. That they all died thinking that she loved them or giving themselves to her and just dying anyway. NEVER had she ever wanted a man because she was to high and mighty of herself..if this was the case seeing her like this to ME, I must make Batman look like a wimp. All this time I thought I was going to be the one begging HER and not her begging ME..but it was the moment of truth at this point. Having Pamela on my body like this, there was only the fewest of things that would happen and all of them were bad. But as I thought of all of this it all seemed clear when she spoke. Her voice..it seemed different. "I FINALLY found a REAL man. Mmm..a man I can call my lover.." She rubbed my lips now with her thumb slowly and gently as she kept doing it over on my bottom lip. Her face coming up to meet my lips with only inches away from hers as she spoke almost in a whisper. A wanting whisper to finish off what she started saying..the last words I think I would hear. "..mine." As she went in to lock her lips over mine I lost it.. I slapped my hand onto her somewhat bare cheek from behind and pushed her up and placed my other free hand behind her head and grabbed some of her red flowing hair and locked my lips over hers. I heard her moan of surprise as she then could not believe what I did. The way she had killed many men and women was by kissing them..and she just had witnessed a man just throw his lips to hers like he had no damn care in the world, that he didn't want to live, that it was his final death wish. I've been through alot of crap. Mostly physical. I am damn good at what I do cause I throw myself into the fight and battle to make sure it gets done. I NEVER surrender no matter how beaten I am. But after her realizing that..she then noticed that I did not pull away nor became weak. She realized that she was kissing a man who did not die from her kiss. Now all that giving in to thought I then heard her moan slowly again into our deep continuous kiss as she was giving herself to me. The next thing I know as our tongues slide with each other and our saliva being exchanged in our mouths, she began to undo all my straps and belts and padding as they drop to the floor. I could have cared less about my gear let alone my own life at this point while I then lifted her up and held her up with that one arm of the hand on her skin and leaved tush as I felt her wrap her lovely long legs around my body while our kissing got rougher while we both were making noises in the kissing at this point. As she tried undoing my belt with one hand in between us I noticed the plant life was encircling us and the open spaces of the ceilings and walls as if to shield us from the eyes of Gotham. Good. Cause it's gonna end up being one hell of a wild night between a dominate warrior and a goddess. ..This city after this night will NEVER be the same.