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Bab 8: Chapter 8

[1st POV]

It's a wonderful time with a paid leave after being injured.

I just lie on the couch, sip a beer, and watch the news.

Yesterday, I was awarded a "Bravery Medal" and a cash prize, along with two weeks of vacation.

So, I'm in quite a good mood.

I'm considering withdrawing some savings that I inherited from my parents, and Isaac himself also has, or rather, had a bank account.

I might withdraw it and buy a house on my own.

It's a bit sad to leave this cozy apartment and the Smith family next door, but I do need a place of my own because the rent here is quite high.

Of course, police salaries in America are enough to live on, and in Gotham, it's even more than in any other U.S. city.

It's probably due to the high risk to life and health.

Watching the news occasionally and calling Arthur to find out what was new with them, I even started to forget a bit about the training regimen I'd planned.

Out of that whole list, I've only kept up with reading insightful books on philosophy and psychology.

Given how much I've read, I could soon defend a thesis on the subject. I even have some practice...

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

"And who could be calling me now?"

I opened the door and saw someone I definitely didn't expect to see on my doorstep.

"Hey, it's me."

Barbara Gordon smiled.

"Miss Speedy-Snail?"

I grinned.

"I didn't think honest, unlucky thieves would be up for revenge. So, what are you planning to do with me?"

Barbara Gordon was so angry that she was almost gasping for air, but she was able to hold back any insults she might have wanted to throw at me.

"My name is Barbara Gordon. My father should have told you about me!"

"Alright, alright, come on in, Miss Gordon. I was just joking."

She hesitated momentarily but quickly slipped past me, giving me a view of her shapely figure in tight jeans as she walked by...

"Can I offer you something to drink? Tea, coffee, maybe something stronger?"

"No, thank you. I'm actually here on a bit of a personal matter."

"So, is this going to be some sort of sneaky, feminine revenge?"

I asked, stepping back in fake fear.

"Heh, no. It's just that... well, I've been curious about some of the cases you... I mean, you handled, Mr. Dinklage."

"Let's drop the formalities; just call me Isaac. I'm not that old."

"Okay, then you can just call me Barbara. So, here's the thing—I'm interested in your actions during recent events."

"Oh, really?"

I thought.

I didn't expect Batman's sidekick to be so obvious about asking me directly.

"Yes. If I'm not mistaken, you Officer and McCoy handled the arrest of a man who burst into a café where a group of kids and their moms were celebrating a birthday?"

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I'm pretty sure that was my first day on the job here in Gotham, my first call."

"Hm. Lucky you."

She said, flashing a slight smile.

"So, could you give me an interview about that incident?"

"Wait, an interview? Last I checked, you're on path to be a lawyer, not a journalist or are you still working part-time for the local newspaper?"

"No, it's just that when you sent me to a cell, I missed an important lecture where I was supposed to present my report to the head of our department. However, I didn't make it and now I need to make up for that mistake. They've asked me to prepare an analysis of any arrest related to racial biases. I know you're a decent guy without any bad tendencies. But some of my classmates think that we have at least two racists serving in our police force."

"Alright. I'll help. What do you need from me?"

"Just answer a few questions I've prepared and that's it. I'll record the answers on my tape recorder, then I'll analyze them for my report. You just need to answer all the questions honestly. It won't take more than twenty minutes."

Looks like I was wrong. She just wants to improve her grade, and Batman wouldn't expose himself so openly.

I need to help her.

After all, I'm partly to blame for her situation.

The interview took just over twenty minutes.

It was pretty straightforward, and I felt no moral or physical discomfort, but a few of her questions about the police were unusual.

She asked why I chose to work in law enforcement, about the military, and what I really think of the Gotham police.

Those are odd questions, but they are logical ones.

She's young and curious, and I'm almost sure this has nothing to do with her "other life."

After Barbara hurried off, I went back to planning out my training.

With all the close calls I'd had lately, increasing my physical strength and sharpening my skills was starting to feel like survival 101 for Gotham.

...

Then, the day came when Katherine dragged me to the opening of a new restaurant with the intriguing name "Trout."

I have no idea who this relative of Mrs. Smith is, but they clearly lack imagination and taste.

I arrived at the meeting spot alone.

Kat had been here since morning, helping her "relative" with something, so I didn't know where exactly to find her.

I just sent her a quick message to find out where to look for her.

I really, really hoped that this gathering would go without any "special circumstances" or "encounters."

However, something in my gut tells me there's going to be something interesting.

Hopefully, it won't be anything bad.

"Isaac!"

Katherine grabbed my arm.

"For a second there, I thought you might bail on me tonight."

She wore a red dress with a stunning view of her neckline and bare back with side slits revealing her long legs, adding to her striking appearance.

"Leave you here with this crowd of snobs? Never."

I replied, grinning.

"Besides, with you looking like that, it would be a crime not to come today."

[1+ Casanova]

"I'm flattered."

She smiled, pulling me through the crowd to the upper floor.

After a few turns on the second floor, we entered the office of a very important person.

I recognized him immediately despite never having met him in person before.

It was hard not to recognize the well-known, stout man of short height—a notorious gangster and thief in the underworld, known as Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot or The Penguin.

"I suppose introductions aren't really necessary, but for formality's sake, I'll do it."

She beamed.

"Oswald, meet my friend, Isaac Dinklage, the young police officer who's been making so much noise lately. Isaac, this is Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot, a renowned businessman, philanthropist, and quite an influential figure. Well, I imagine you already know of him from work."

"Yes, I've heard quite a bit about you. Nice to meet you, Mr. Cobblepot."

I said, extending my hand to him.

He shook her hand firmly and flashed a bright smile in my direction.

"You can call me Penguin, like most people in this city. I don't mind if it makes things easier for you. Honestly, I quite like it too. I was pleasantly surprised when Kat decided to bring you along. I wanted to meet the one who managed to charm the Joker and win over Poison Ivy."

"Win over?"

Catherine perked up immediately.

"I think the rumors of her infatuation are slightly exaggerated. She's just a very passionate person."

I replied, trying not to give anything away in front of my companion.

"Haha! Well, you should pay her a visit soon and see her cell. Trust me, you'll be quite surprised."

"Wow, I didn't think you'd drive that green menace even crazier."

Kat said, releasing my hand with a rather displeased tone.

"What about me? I'm an honest and noble cop. By the way, when we first met, she snuck into the hospital where I was recovering from my injuries, and I had to arrest her..."

Suddenly, Penguin interrupted me.

"Well, I think it's best not to burden Mr. Dinklage with questions about that evening. We're not here to discuss the Joker and Miss Ivy. I believe having fun and drinking is the best thing we can do after recent events. Besides, it's time for us to present ourselves to the guests."

We descended into the hall already filled with quite a crowd, or rather, esteemed guests.

There were bankers, businessmen, gangsters, government officials, reporters, and many others.

Katherine and I found a corner for ourselves.

We didn't particularly want to be in the spotlight, so we engaged in a relatively pleasant conversation.

She seemed bothered about Pamela.

'Why was she jealous of her? By the way, I should probably pay her a visit soon.'

"Mr. Dinklage?"

A slightly deep but surprisingly pleasant voice addressed me.

To be continued...


Bab 9: Chapter 9

[1st POV]

I turned around to see a tall figure with a broad grin.

He had dark hair and blue eyes, and next to him stood a young boy, also dark-haired but with brown eyes, watching me with an intrigued expression.

"Mr. Wayne? What do we owe this pleasure?"

Katherine asked.

"I wanted to meet the 'hero of the theater'."

He said, raising an eyebrow at my reaction.

"I apologize for interrupting you, but I couldn't resist. As you've probably guessed, I'm Bruce Wayne, and this is my apprentice, Jason Todd."

The boy simply nodded.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Isaac Dinklage. It's an honor to meet you. You're quite a well-known figure in Gotham, and when I first arrived, you were the first name I heard."

"Well, my family is one of the four founders. It's not surprising. Although I'm not too fond of this kind of attention."

"Yes."

Katherine chimed in with a hint of sarcasm.

"It seems you're the most eligible bachelor in town. Young ladies swarm around you, and not just ladies, but you remain cold toward them. I suppose that makes sense with your lovely apprentice, Jason, and, I believe, Richard?"

'Catherine, you're a dangerous troll; accusing Wayne/Batman of pedophilia is quite a bold move.'

I thought.

"Where are they going to compete? Jason, what's wrong with your face? Does your head hurt? Hmmm! That's not good; it looks like you'll have to spend the evening here alone, Bruce."

'Catherine, you're my idol. Jason was already boiling with rage and anger, but Bruce didn't even flinch.'

"Jason, you should get some fresh air. And, Katherine, you're right; my apprentices are special to me, but not quite how some might think."

It seemed to me she had managed to throw him off balance.

"Well, I won't keep you any longer. Enjoy your evening. I hope we meet again."

"I hope so too."

We shook hands, and Bruce went on his way.

"Kss! He really annoys me."

Katherine growled.

"I've known him for a long time… Anyway, don't pay attention."

"Maybe you want to pop some champagne?"

I suggested.

"Or maybe I should hit you on the head?"

"I get the hint; I'm not stupid."

"Good. Let's head to the parking lot. I want to take you somewhere."

"Where? Won't Penguin be offended that we're ditching him?"

I asked, glancing at Penguin, who was chatting with some model.

"He'll have a pretty busy night."

Katherine giggled and pulled me by the hand towards the exit.

I would even say we drove into downtown Gotham, a very rich and elite area.

This is where all the stars and wealthy people lived.

After getting out of the car, we ascended to one of the upper floors of a penthouse.

"Come in, make yourself at home."

Katherine said as she approached the mini-bar.

"What kind of apartment is this, and whose is it?"

"If you haven't guessed, It's mine. I don't come here often. I mostly live with my sister. This is where I come here when I need to hold a meeting or just want to be alone."

"Hmm. Night. Me. You. Alcohol. A bossy woman. An honest, naive guy. Why do I feel like someone with a bad reputation like me wouldn't make a good husband?"

I said, making innocent eyes.

[+1 Cassanova]

'Hey! What the hell? I didn't say anything like that!'

"Hmm. We'll see. If anyone bothers you, you can always report it to me. I'll lock them up for a long time. Hehe."

"Even so? You'd go beyond your authority?"

I approached the mini-bar, aligning myself with her, and when I looked at her face, I realized something.

"Maybe... hic!"

"You're drunk!"

"Just a little! Hic! Hic-hic..."

She was tipsy after just one glass of whiskey.

"You're completely wasted!"

"Well..."

She collapsed into my arms.

"Ugh!"

"Aizik! Tell me... hic... do you like me?"

'Damn, what kind of questions are these? Especially such silly ones.'

"Of course. You're a very sexy, young, and powerful woman that anyone would worship. I'm more than sure that every man you meet, and possibly even some women, wouldn't mind taking you to bed."

[+3 Cassanova]

'Wow! She really drank a lot.'

"I think you..."

However, I was cut off by a kiss.

"You... hic... talk too much for a... mature man. And considering that this... hic... woman, whom you speak so highly of, lives right next to you, you're either blind or gay. You don't seem blind with your eyes are open and working. Hic! I saw how you were staring at my boobs and my ass. Hic! So that leaves only gay."

"Hey, hey! I'm straight. The straightest straight guy in the straightest city in the straightest country in the straightest world!"

"Hmm. Prove it..."

'Well, what can I say? I had to prove it.'

(Warning! Scene 18+)

Kat was drunk, but she took the lead in bed.

She sat on top of me and almost tore my clothes off, naked, and began to cover me with kisses.

She moved down from my lips to my neck and down to my groin until she began to caress my head with her tongue in a circular motion.

She did it quite skillfully and had a lot of experience.

But I didn't care about that at that moment.

I was distracted by this moment and missed how she, making progressive movements up and down on the head, gave me even more pleasure.

Next, I began moving, grabbing her hair with both hands and setting the pace of the movements.

Catherine swallowed my cock completely, and she began to move her head rhythmically, licking the head.

She stopped for a moment and replaced her mouth with her breasts. She started to move her breasts, sucking the head of my cock.

After a minute, I had already cum on her face.

She wiped herself with one of the sheets, gathered what was left with her finger, and licked it off.

"That tastes good."

'You can't say it in that voice! I'm not made of iron!'

After she said that, my cock was harder than steel, and she rode it.

We were entwined in passion and kissed, biting each other's lips.

When I broke away from her very tender but already bloody lips, I began to suck on her breasts to give her more pleasure.

"Ah! R-ar!"

She even growled, enjoying the plight of her very sensitive breasts.

Like a lioness, she clawed at me with her nails until I was bleeding. Soon, she began to get so hard on my cock that I feared for the integrity of my buddy.

After another twenty minutes of frantic riding, we both reclined on the soft bed.

I thought she had passed out, but after a couple of minutes, Cat climaxed on top of me again.

That's when I realized I was going to be fucked to death. At least the likelihood was great...

To be continued...


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