Prompt Post - Part Five [CLOSED TO NEW PROMPTS]
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“I leave for a month and you steal the love of my life? Not cool Supey, not cool.”
Artemis elbows him in the rib. Robin just giggles.
Superboy shrugs as curls his hand into M’gann’s gorgeous red hair.
- - -
He twiddles his thumbs anxiously. Superman would have been better, not because he particularly wants to talk to Superman, but because Superman would know. But he hasn’t got Superman’s phone number.
Batman shows up exactly on time, as expected.
“You wanted to talk with me?”
“Yes. But, um, could we go somewhere private?”
“Yes. Is everything alright?”
“Yeah, yeah, but it’s a little awkward.”
Batman raises an eyebrow, but then he just says, “Let’s go for a ride.” He turns around and Superboy follows Batman to a sleek black car. It must be the Batmobile. Batman gets in and then opens the door for Superboy. He gets in and Batman begins to drive.
“So, what’s on your mind?” Batman asks.
“My mind…” Superboy sighs. “The Genomorphs, as you know, taught me much. They taught me to read and write, the names of things. But there’s also things they didn’t teach me about at all.”
“Go on.”
“Like cookies, for instance. They taught me to recognize several brands of cookies, but they didn’t, they didn’t teach me what cookies tasted like, or what they were made of, or how to enjoy them. Like, you know, Robin had to teach me that the best way to eat a chocolate chip cookie is to dunk it in milk. Wally was the one who taught me about splitting oreos and licking the frosting off.
“I guess Cadmus saw no utility in my knowing anything about the best way to eat a cookie. Weapons don’t get cookies.”
Batman just nods. His face is inscrutable, and if Superboy didn’t know that Batman was Batman, he’d think maybe Batman hadn’t been paying attention. But then Batman take a left and drives into a dead end, and Superboy realizes that Batman was paying attention and probably knows where this is headed.
“So, the Genomorphs taught me about, well, you know, zygotes and gametes, but not anything useful.”
Batman nods, turns the car off, removes his seatbelt, and then opens a compartment in his utility belt and takes out several pamphlets. And then, with all the patience in the world, Batman explains everything about sex.
After three hours, Superboy is glad he doesn’t have Superman’s number, because he can’t imagine that Superman knows half the awesome things Batman knows.
- - -
The first time it happens, it’s a complete accident. M’gann, lost in the throes of pleasure loses her grasp on her form-she reverts to her authentic Martian form, and then quickly, in a desperate attempt to regain a humanoid shape, she ends up looking like a girl form of Kladur. Superboy’s never thought about the possibilities before, but he’s also never been so turned on.
It becomes part of their love making: M’gann loves role-playing. It’s like TV. Once, she dresses up in a huge green dress and asks him to call her Scarlett so long as she can call him Rhett. The first time she asks him to dress up, she asks him to be Zorro, and he has to admit, he likes the cape and mask.
It’s not far from there to being Batman. He still has the old costume. M’gann asks him to wear it, and then she ambushes him dressed in skin-tight purple latex and cat ears. “I’ve been a bad gurrrrrrl,” she purs, and the low trill of her voice is enough to get him hard.
“You’ve taken something that doesn’t belong to you,” he says sternly.
“Oh?” she walks up to him and lays her head on his chest. “Would that be… your heart?” She traces over his left breast where his heart is, and he can feel it beating harder, like it wants to get out of his chest.
“No. That was always yours.”
- - -
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