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Dick slammed the door to his apartment, feeling the fresh sting of anger trailing after his every step. Another day of failure, another escaped villain. It wasn't like him to be this sloppy, this careless. He cared for the people of Bludhaven, took pride in his work here as Nightwing.
So why were things falling apart lately?
He tossed his escrima sticks onto the couch. They instantly disappeared into the discarded clothing that was strewn around the place. He'd be worried about not being able to find them later if he had any plans on going back out. The night was young, but it felt like it had already been metered out for Dick. He was brooding over his kitchen counter when his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Kori
Is there something wrong?
Nothing wrong, just calling it a night.
He had completely forgotten he had hung up on her earlier, having spotted the vandals he had been after. Small fry, a simple target. Should have been an easy clean up job, a nice little star on his failing record this week.
Were you able to get the criminals?
This certainly didn't make him feel better. He had been telling her about his continued fuck ups. He stared at the glowing screen until it dimmed, then shut off entirely. Deciding not to take it out on Kori, he made his way to the bathroom and began to run a shower, starting to peel the tight uniform off, when he heard a knocking from the living room window.
Dick instantly regretted throwing his escrima sticks so flippantly, and slowly made his way around the corner and down the narrow hall, choosing his steps carefully.
What he saw floating at his window wasn't an enemy, but Kori herself. Her bright green eyes alight with concern.
Dick righted himself, frowning as he forced the window open.
He stuck his head out, “What're you doing here?”
“I was worried when you did not respond that something had gone wrong,” she answered simply, cocking her head ever so slightly to the side as she took in his half zipped costume.
“I'm fine,” he hissed back, but there was a softness to it despite the hard wall he was fronting.
“Move aside,” Kori ordered, gliding in without waiting to see if Dick would move or not.
He did, damn him. There was never anything he wouldn't do for her.
Kori, in her purple and silver trimmed costume, looked ready for action. Her red hair flames behind her, making her as the otherworldly alien she was.
Kori looked around the room, taking in the clothing, trash, and overall disarray of the place.
“I wasn't expecting company!” he said a bit derisively. He wasn't sure why he was so defensive.
“What is on your mind?”
Dick hesitated, not having expected that to come from her. What was on his mind? He waited a moment, staring her down as he fumbled for the right way to explain himself.
“I just...,” he looked down to the ground, to the ceiling, then back to the ground.
“Yes?” Kori prompted, stepping closer and placing a hand on his shoulder and squeezing gently.
Dick huffed, committing, “I've made so many mistakes lately. It just feels like I've hit a wall and I don't know how to move past it. Even small fry like tonight keep getting away!”
Even just that little bit of release had him feeling like a weight was being shifted.
“What has you distracted? This is not like you.”
“Just everything that's happened," he gestured vaguely, because there were so many things he could be referring to. Was it Spyral? The Robin War? Everything Batman had been going through with his memory loss? He could go on for days and it still wouldn't cover everything.
“Do you think it would help to relax?”
Dick snorted, walls beginning to snap up.
“Yeah, how?”
He almost began to shake her hand off when she pulled him in, her head tilted down slightly for their lips to meet.
Instantly, Dick's head went empty.
“Oh,” he smiled, pulling just a breath away from her to look up. They had always been great at this particular relaxation method.
Kori matched the quirk of his lips, and before he could go back in for another deeper kiss she had pulled back.
Confused, he stood there frowning.
Kori smiled wider, arms crossed, one hand up to her lips. “I think we should try something different.”
Dick's cock twitched, feeling as confused and uncertain as his head was. He knew he would do whatever she suggested, she had a much more adventurous and daring mind then he did. It had never led him astray before.
“And what's that?” he offered, anticipation wrenching in his gut.
Kori, deciding on a course of action, walked over and began to pull the rest of his costume off. She used just enough force to help peel it the rest of the way down, but was careful to never touch his skin directly.
“I think,” she began as the fabric rolled down his chest and arms, “that you need something to help you forget what you have going on. I think you need something to focus on you, alone.”
Dick liked the sound of that.
Kori, having worked the suit down to his abdomen, crouched down onto her knees. She looked up at him as she continued, not breaking eye contact for a moment. By the time the black and blue costume hit the ground Dick’s excitement was nearly hitting her in the face. He could feel her hot breath mixing with the cool air on his cock, but still she didn’t look away from him. Still, she remained focused on his face alone.
She stood then, towering over him slightly, and grabbed his hand, leading him into the shower that was still running. Without a word of instruction, she led him into the hot running water, the contact making him shiver.
“Grab yourself,” she whispered sweetly into his ear as she sat him down onto the large bench built into the wall.
Kori positioned herself behind him, the water hitting his naked body as she remained fully clothed. Dick didn’t know what was going to happen next, only that the shower felt good, the warm water taking away with it the dirt and grim of the city and his failure, and the arms of a strong and beautiful woman were guiding his hands down to grasp his own dick and begin working it up and down.
Dick’s hand grasped firmly as Kori whispered in his ear, “Just focus on what I’m saying, nothing else.”
He instinctively closed his eyes, doing as she said, and thinking about her words alone, the soft timber of her voice in this moment tickling his ear and smoothing out the roughness of his anxieties.
She had let go of his arms then, as he took on the orders given without further need for clarification, and began to lather some soap into her hands. She worked her fingers through his knotted hair, longer than it should be, as she said, “You are doing such a good job for me.”
Dick shuttered at the words and the gentle massage. While she was not touching him sexually at all, there was something even more intimate about this process. She was cleaning him, taking the frustrations in more ways than one, and allowing him to empty his thoughts as she did this.
For the first time in a while his head started to go empty, the only thing he had to focus on was the continuous movement of his hand up and down, up and down, up and down, as the water eased the passage. His hips twitched in small movements, his breathing hitching every now and then.
“You are listening so well. Such a good boy,” she cooed, taking small handfuls of water to clean the shampoo from his scalp to avoid his eyes.
He heard the pop of his body wash, the smell of it taking over the bathroom in force, as she lathered it into a washcloth. Normally, he rushed through the process, quickly moving the garment around once it was lathered.
Kori, on the other hand, took her time. She started with his shoulders, massaging the muscles with the same softness she had just done with his hair. She worked in all the grooves and outlines of the various muscles as if she was cleaning a marble statue from the Romans to bring out all the fine details that were often eroded away with time.
She was reconstructing him from the faded version he had been into sometime stunning.
“You have done so much for the people around you. It is time you got something back in return.”
The soap began to mix with the water running down his body as Kori continued. Dick fully rested his head back onto her shoulder, moaning now as she found her way to his pecs and abs. Her lips ghosted over the shell of his ear, a chaste kiss to match the ministrations being given.
“Kori,” Dick groaned out, fist pumping harder as her hands continued lower.
“Richard,” she answered back, lifting her hand up to squeeze the washcloth so the soap would fall onto his shaft.
The sudden addition took him by surprise, his eyes flying open and his hand stuttering with the new fluid. Kori was still looking at him, probably hadn’t stopped once this whole time. Her focus never wavered, giving all her attention to him.
He could have cum right there from the look she was giving him, but instead he bit down hard on his lip.
“Do not stop now, you were doing so good on your own. Keep going, but do not come yet.”
He hadn’t even realized that he had stopped working himself. With a small nod, almost whimpering from the command and the release of his lip, he continued again. He knew that this was not going to last much longer. The sensation was building in his balls, a tightness that he could only hold back for so long.
Kori skipped rubbing his dick down, moving instead to his legs. As tall as she was, though, her reach could only go so far. Dick has slowed his pace considerably. He hadn’t closed his eyes again, either. Instead he kept the same eye contact she was giving him. He was wholly hers at this moment. She could tell him to do anything, and like a soldier with marching orders off he would go. Willingly, happily, eagerly.
“Are you ready to finish?” she asked, freeing one had to trail along his jaw line.
Dick could only nod, taking down the mental damn he had built to keep himself in check from erupting.
Kori bent down, kissed him deeply, licking up the small blood that had gathered from his bite. Her one hand with the cloth trailed the sensitive skin with the hard muscle line from his stomach to his leg, pulsing and twitching from the contact, and the other continued to stroke his jawline.
Dick busted, not violently but with a force he hadn’t known he could feel. The warmth from the shower, the sensation of the small, light, and caring touches, and the kiss that seemed to take him the final step out of his head and into a calm, he knew he would never forget and never find in anyone else ever again.