This choice: Pampered Princess Inspection • Go Back...Chapter #7Pampered Princess Inspection by: LilaCWind   The next morning she woke up in the baby blue room she’d thought was a dream, with Bruce Wayne coming in carrying a silver tray covered with very familiar items in his hands. He’d even brought a new pull-up with him, much to her embarrassment.
“I don’t need that”, she said abruptly while blushing.
He lifted a single eyebrow and let a small, sardonic smile show — “The pull-ups? Your accidents are limited to night time or to your nightmares?” — but never stopped moving until he reached her bedside table to deposit his burden.
Though she was loath to share the story; with anyone; he was a senior leaguer and had helped her out without a word of complaint up until then, so she told what all she’d been able to gather of her situation with the help of her shrink and he sat patiently on the edge of the bed, listening. She’d become so engrossed on the myriad emotions (fear, sadness, embarrassment and powerlessness) that she failed to notice when he started to slowly pull off the bedcovers from her legs until they were bare and was startle away from her memories only when felt his big, warm and rough hand go between her legs and place two fingers inside the edge of the leg band of her pull-up, clearly looking for any dampness there.
“You haven’t had a day without the nightmares, huh? And you’re having trouble with the whole protection thing too.” He said as soon as the fingers retreated, though his hand rested over her crotch, lightly cradling the afore mentioned protection.
“The heck you’re talking about?! I’m wearing them, ain’t I? It’s embarrassing but I get that I need it.” Her tone a little defensive and her emotions once again agitated.
In response to that, quick as lightening, he moved the resting hand to press between her legs again; though this time he purposely did so over a particularly painful area.
“That’s only half the job Helena. You say you have trouble waking up mid sleep, which means you spend most of the night with wet cotton against your skin but you don’t do your best to let it breath during the day, I bet you’ve never used cream and powder once if it wasn’t bedtime. From what I saw yesterday you don’t have anything serious going on but a lot of spots are red, irritated and sensible. That’s probably going to come back and bite you in the ass during a fight, likely while I need your help in the field knowing my luck.”
Red had been coloring her face since she came into the room, but the emotions that fueled it were circling and it now had roots in her indignant embarrassment, she could say nothing to that because she knew it was true... for the most part, that is; no one could be sure it would be Batman she’d be backing when her bullheadedness screwed her over. Her tongue seemed to double in size inside her mouth, so she could barely respond to his next words besides mortified and angry glares.
“I’m going to be checking in on you before bed and before you get up, at least while you’re in Gotham. If you don’t want that tell me now; I’ll get someone else to help me round up the rest of the cockroaches and you’ll go medical leave until you have yourself sorted out.”
“You’re blackmailing me.” Her tone was flat, but a little pouty, and her lips started to purse.
“No. I’m giving you a choice because I know you at least that much. The only reason you’re not going on medical leave effective immediately is because this mission’s compromised mostly out of research behind a computer screen and strolls around Gotham as our civilian selves.”
She reluctantly agreed, because she really didn’t want to be left alone with her heart demons. Leaguers on leave shouldn’t be at the HQ and there was no one home waiting for her.
From then on she had Bruce Wayne himself between her thighs at least three times a day. Checking for sores, powdering and spreading cream, even changing her pull-up in the middle of the night if he thought it was nearing full capacity. Through the rest of the week she got so used to it that her shame faded and they could easily go through the process without much fuss. The rich boy never treated her lesser than an equal at any time during inspection and during the rest of the day nothing changed, save that they felt closer to one another than ever before.
Things had settled by the weekend... and then he just had to confront her with another dose of reality.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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