How long had it been, really. Since that one night with Huntress several months ago, he hadn't had a woman. And with all the mayhem in Gotham and Bludhaven, he had neither the time nor the energy to even attempt to do himself. When he let Kory stay with him, she offered. Actually she said, "I'd love to screw you 'til your eyes bug out." She even came very close to seducing him. But for some reason, he didn't think it would be right. She moved in with Donna and he kept his morals. *And what has it gotten you, Grayson? Another night of being so damn horny, you could explode. Or at least kill something.* He considered going out on a late patrol, but he knew he wasn't up to par tonight. He could seriously screw things up if he wasn't careful.

After a cold shower, he changed into baggy black sweat pants, made a cup of decaf coffee and, setting it on the nightstand, flopped onto the bed. *Maybe some TV will do the job.* He juggled the remote, flipping from Pay channel to pay channel. The problem was that at this time of night, all these guys showed were soft-porn stuff like the Red Shoe Diaries, Tales of the City, and that one with Sarah Jessica Parker. He felt that tingling in his groin and grumbled his frustration. *PBS has got to be safe, he thought, flipping to Channel 15.* He watched, part fascinated, part horrified, as a whale with a cock the size of a VW Bus got it on with this other whale. Moments later, a rhino with a prodigious um-appetite, hopped onto an equally randy female. He felt his shaft get hard, much to his chagrin. Turning off the TV and throwing the remote, he pounded a pillow over his head. *OK God, I've been good. Or are you just in the mood for a good laugh.*

Downing his drink, he rolled over and attempted to get some rest.

His hand moved down his body as he listened to the impromptu serenade. He lightly cupped the bulge in his sweats and slowly moved his hand up and down. His cock responded enthusiastically and he started to move his hips in rhythm with his hand. He closed his eyes and let his neighbors entertain him, all the while thinking of the beautiful Asian he could have had tonight.

"Hi gorgeous, are you there?" she said, waiting to see his expression.

Dick sat up in a lightning fast movement, throwing his hand as far away from his body as he could.

"Babs..." he near-yelled. "How long have you been waiting?"

"I just logged on," she lied. "Are you ok? You seem a little flushed."

*Of course I'm a little flushed, I'm so hard I could be mistaken for the man of steel.* "Yeah, I'm fine, you just surprised me, that's all." He casually moved a pillow over his throbbing member. "What's up?" he asked, then blushed at the inference.

She leaned towards the monitor, knowing her blouse would fall open just right. "I wanted to let you know I found the info on that disk Cheshire stole. I'm e-mailing it to you, standard encryption."

Dick swallowed hard as he stared down the front of her shirt. She wore a black lace bra. The lighting from her monitor shone just enough to give him a shadowy glimpse of her pink nipples peeking out from behind the lace.

"Thanks boobs... I mean Babs!" he stumbled. She gave him a cock-eyed look then smiled.

"Was I interrupting anything?" she teased.

"No!" he shouted, then caught himself. "No, nothing important." His throbbing shaft told him otherwise, but he tried to ignore it.

"OK," she said deciding to let him finish his other business. "Let me know if you need me for anything else," she said, smiling to enforce the double meaning.

"Thanks Barbara," he said, blushing from her tone.

"Oh and Dick?"

"Yeah?"

"Make sure to use some lotion or you'll rub yourself raw." She closed the link and laughed at his priceless expression.

After about an hour or so, she found herself over Bludhaven. She really didn't have anything better to do and decided to swoop down to see if Dick was home. Maybe he'd want to go out for coffee or something.

Circling the building, she went to his floor, landing lightly on his balcony. Hearing the springs creek from his apartment, she peeked through the window, hoping she wasn't interrupting anything.

Dick lay on his back eyes closed again. His hand eased his shaft out of his pants and was stroking it slowly. The waistband of his sweats slipped below his hips, giving Donna full view of Dick getting off in the moonlight. He tossed his head from side to side, moaning softly. She drank in his moans, feeling herself get wet. She eased her hands between her legs and stroked lightly. Her eyes roamed his body. *Gods, he's beautiful. Perfect.* She thought with a bit of regret, *And Kory had him every night for years.* She jolted back to reality as she came. Her breath caught and she let out a small whimper. Then she hovered off the balcony, watching his hips start to thrust against his hand. She turned to leave, but decided to stay and watch a little more. But as she turned again to look in the window, a gunshot sounded. She flew off the balcony, searching for the sound of the shot.

Dick jumped at the sound of the shot. He adjusted his sweats and went to the balcony. Stepping out, he saw a black blur fly past him. "Donna?" he whispered.

After flying two circuits around the block, she decided to go back to Dick's. Most likely he heard the shot and she wasn't the one who broke up his diversion. She saw him standing outside, chest bare, with a visible protrusion in the front of his sweat pants. She smiled at him and landed on ledge in front of him.

"Donna, what are you doing here?" he asked.

"Kory wanted some private time so I decided to go for a cruise." She knelt on the ledge, leaning forward just so, letting her breasts push up in the front of her costume. "I was in the neighborhood when I heard a gunshot. I was hoping to run into you."

Dick felt his mouth go dry seeing her charms so wonderfully displayed. His cock was still hard, though not the throbbing monster it was moments ago. He croaked, "Oh really?"

She smiled, hoping to enjoy another performance similar to the last. Hopping down from the ledge, she strolled by him, moving close enough for her hair to graze his chest lightly. "Is this a bad time?" She peeked inside the dark apartment, her back to him.

He stared hard at her, shocked from the light caress. She stood at the doorway of the apartment, her body looking fabulous in the moonlight. She moved with the grace of a dancer. He let himself drink in the view, feeling the dull throb again. *Damn, not now. She's like your sister!* She looked at him with a dazzling smile. "May I?" she asked wanting to go inside.

*Grayson, you're an only child!* He shook himself back into the present. "Huh? Oh sure. Come on in," he said hastily. She preceded him into the room with a slight shimmy in her walk. He watched her sway and couldn't take his eyes off her. *Does she know what she's doing to me?* She turned around and sat on the edge of his bed, legs crossed, her body leaning back on her hands. Her upper arms pushed her breasts together, and cocked her head to one side. *She was every guy's wet dream sitting like that.* His shaft reaffirmed that. He quickly threw on a robe, hoping to hide his condition. Her smile made him realize he didn't. He turned away, feeling the blood rise in his face. *God, first Barbara, now Donna. What did I do this time?*

She figured she should let him off the hook, and quickly stood. "I was going to invite you out for coffee, but I guess I'll just get going. You look a little preoccupied." She walked to the balcony with him following close behind. She turned, looking him in those gorgeous eyes and smiled. Before he could say anything, one hand grabbed the nape of his neck, pulling him close for a passionate kiss. The other hand dove into his sweats and grabbed his shaft, stroking it once, twice, tickling his sac lightly with her nails. Then as quickly as she attacked him, she backed up. With a quick turn, she flew off the ledge.

"Sweet dreams Sexy." Her voice carried softly on the wind.

He stood motionless for a moment, then stomped into the bedroom

*Yeah, right.*

Flopping back on the bed, he closed his eyes, running his fingers through his hair. Not that he minded by any means, he just wished she finished what she started. If she kissed him a little longer, stroked him a few more times, he could have shot his load and been out of his misery. As it was, he throbbed even harder and the tingling ran down to his toes. He groaned his frustration.

*Come on Grayson, snap out of it. You've studied with shamans and yogis, and know all the mind over matter techniques.* He sat up in bed, and crossed his legs. Closing his eyes, he controlled his breathing and thought about Donna. He replayed the kiss over an over in his mind. His body started to react a bit and he took his shaft in hand and began to stroke. A familiar warmth started to flow through him and he lay back on the bed, stroking his now pulsing cock faster. He paused briefly to put more lotion on and continued his ministrations. He started thrusting his hips up against his hand and moaning in earnest. *Oh god, I'm almost there...*

He heard a large thud on his balcony, breaking his rhythm. He sat up quickly, whispering "Donna, is that you?" On the deck of the balcony a stainless batarang was imbedded in the wood. The note attached had four simple words on it:

I'll stop by later.

The bold scrawl embarrassed Dick more than anything. *Ogodogodogodogod.He was here. Shit!* He stood on the balcony, hands covering his face. *Pleasepleaseplease just shoot me now and get it over with.* He looked down at his now very limp cock and felt like crying in frustration. He trudged slowly back into his bedroom and flopped face down on the mattress.

He was half dreaming when he felt gentle hands slide his sweats down his legs. A warm glow caressed his body, making his skin tingle and giving him gooseflesh. He couldn't open his eyes not that he wanted to by any means. The sensations he felt were so intense he didn't know what to do. In the distance he heard someone moaning, and he felt his body start to move slowly. He felt wet and hot all over, and could swear someone was giving the most intense blowjob he had ever felt. His cock was stiff and being stroked gently, his nipples were being pinched, his thighs rubbed lightly at first. Then he felt someone nibbling in his inner thigh, behind his knees, the sensitive spot between his cock and his ass. He tried to sit up, but couldn't. Not that he cared. He was nude and his body was covered with a light sheen of sweat. He started thrusting upward off the bed. *Oh yeah, please God.* In his mind a soft voice whispered to him.

*Let it go Richard. Let me do this for you. Please.*

His orgasm was so intense, he shouted. Afterward he looked at his cum covered body and smiled.

*You don't have to go Raven.*
*Yes I do, but I would stay if I could. I have wanted to do that for so long, Richard.*

*I know. I loved it.*

*I did too, Richard. Thank you.*

*No Raven, Thank you.*

He drifted off into a peaceful sleep.