After Effects
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maevebranTitle: After Effects
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: It is after a sparing match with Buffy and Bruce Wayne is feeling the effects.
Word Count: 714
“Master Wayne, might I suggest some ibuprofen?” inquired the ever helpful Alfred.
Bruce Wayne glared at the butler but held out his hand for the pain medication. Alfred handed him the pills and a glass of water, which Bruce took gratefully. He swallowed the pills and washed them down with the whole glass of water.
“You warned me that Slayers were strong but I didn't believe it until Buffy was standing over me with her foot firmly planted on my chest,” Bruce said as he moved to sit on the bed in his guest quarters.
“Is that how you got the bruise on your chest?” Alfred asked.
“No that was when she threw me across the room. I ended up hitting the rack of staff weapons,” Bruce said carefully.
Alfred was impressed that the five foot something blond could throw his six foot one inch, two hundred and ten pound employer. Even if Bruce was exaggerating a little because of wounded pride, it would have been something to see.
“If you don't need anything else tonight, Master Wayne, then I shall leave you in peace,” Alfred suggested.
“That's fine. I don't think you can help any more,” Bruce said as he stretched out on the bed.
“Good night then,” Alfred said as he left the room.
Bruce was just about to drift of to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Bruce called. “Alfred, I don't need anything.”
“It's not Alfred,” Buffy said as she entered the room.
Bruce sat up quickly and winced. “Sorry. Come in. What can I do for you?”
Buffy walked over to him and noticed all the bruises. “Did I do those?”
“Yeah,” Bruce admitted as he reached for his shirt.
“No, don't put that on,” Buffy stopped him. “I figured you had a few bruises, so I brought this ointment for the bruises. I had no idea you'd have so many.”
“Gee thanks,” Bruce said, a little hurt.
“I'm sorry. I just know that when I used to spar with Giles, he'd be battered and bruised,” Buffy replied.
Bruce took a glob of the ointment and started to apply it to his injured chest. “What about you? I know I landed a few good hits.”
“You did. I just heal a lot faster. One of the few benefits of being a Slayer,” Buffy replied, shrugging off her zip front sweatshirt, revealing the healing bruises the peak out from under her sports bra.
Bruce looked at where she indicated and was amazed to see the bruises already in the yellow and almost healed phase. “That is amazing,” he said. “Almost as amazing as this ointment. I don't feel anything. If only I could reach my back.”
“I could reach that for you,” Buffy suggested shyly. “If you'd like.”
Bruce silently handed the jar back to Buffy. She kneeled on the bed behind him and started massaging the ointment into his back.
“This stuff is like magic. Where do you get it?” He asked between moans of tension and pain being relieved.
“Magic is right. My friend Willow makes it,” Buffy answered before pressing hard enough to leave bruises on top of the other ones. “I'll see if she'll make you some.” Buffy wiped her hands on the discarded sweatshirt. “There all done. I'll leave you to sleep.” Buffy got up from her place on the bed and was almost out the door when his voice stopped her.
“Buffy,” he called.
“Yeah, Bruce,” she acknowledged.
“Thanks. Not for the beating but for checking on me,” he explained.
“You're welcome. I'll see you in the morning,” Buffy ducked out the door and closed it behind her.
She leaned against the wall beside the door. “Oh boy,” she thought, “That man is nothing but trouble.” She had very much noticed the fine specimen that was Bruce Wayne. He was definitely going to do things to her dreams from some time to come. He was older than her by a mere five years and that made him positively a baby compared to most of her previous fellows, but like most of them he had a secret calling to fight evil and injustice, so maybe it might work out. Buffy only knew she would get the chance to find out.
Author:Maeve Bran
Fandom: Batman – Nolan verse
Rated: PG 13
Notes: For the Twisted Shorts August Fic a day challenge.
Summary: It is after a sparing match with Buffy and Bruce Wayne is feeling the effects.
Word Count: 714
“Master Wayne, might I suggest some ibuprofen?” inquired the ever helpful Alfred.
Bruce Wayne glared at the butler but held out his hand for the pain medication. Alfred handed him the pills and a glass of water, which Bruce took gratefully. He swallowed the pills and washed them down with the whole glass of water.
“You warned me that Slayers were strong but I didn't believe it until Buffy was standing over me with her foot firmly planted on my chest,” Bruce said as he moved to sit on the bed in his guest quarters.
“Is that how you got the bruise on your chest?” Alfred asked.
“No that was when she threw me across the room. I ended up hitting the rack of staff weapons,” Bruce said carefully.
Alfred was impressed that the five foot something blond could throw his six foot one inch, two hundred and ten pound employer. Even if Bruce was exaggerating a little because of wounded pride, it would have been something to see.
“If you don't need anything else tonight, Master Wayne, then I shall leave you in peace,” Alfred suggested.
“That's fine. I don't think you can help any more,” Bruce said as he stretched out on the bed.
“Good night then,” Alfred said as he left the room.
Bruce was just about to drift of to sleep, there was a soft knock at the door.
“Come in,” Bruce called. “Alfred, I don't need anything.”
“It's not Alfred,” Buffy said as she entered the room.
Bruce sat up quickly and winced. “Sorry. Come in. What can I do for you?”
Buffy walked over to him and noticed all the bruises. “Did I do those?”
“Yeah,” Bruce admitted as he reached for his shirt.
“No, don't put that on,” Buffy stopped him. “I figured you had a few bruises, so I brought this ointment for the bruises. I had no idea you'd have so many.”
“Gee thanks,” Bruce said, a little hurt.
“I'm sorry. I just know that when I used to spar with Giles, he'd be battered and bruised,” Buffy replied.
Bruce took a glob of the ointment and started to apply it to his injured chest. “What about you? I know I landed a few good hits.”
“You did. I just heal a lot faster. One of the few benefits of being a Slayer,” Buffy replied, shrugging off her zip front sweatshirt, revealing the healing bruises the peak out from under her sports bra.
Bruce looked at where she indicated and was amazed to see the bruises already in the yellow and almost healed phase. “That is amazing,” he said. “Almost as amazing as this ointment. I don't feel anything. If only I could reach my back.”
“I could reach that for you,” Buffy suggested shyly. “If you'd like.”
Bruce silently handed the jar back to Buffy. She kneeled on the bed behind him and started massaging the ointment into his back.
“This stuff is like magic. Where do you get it?” He asked between moans of tension and pain being relieved.
“Magic is right. My friend Willow makes it,” Buffy answered before pressing hard enough to leave bruises on top of the other ones. “I'll see if she'll make you some.” Buffy wiped her hands on the discarded sweatshirt. “There all done. I'll leave you to sleep.” Buffy got up from her place on the bed and was almost out the door when his voice stopped her.
“Buffy,” he called.
“Yeah, Bruce,” she acknowledged.
“Thanks. Not for the beating but for checking on me,” he explained.
“You're welcome. I'll see you in the morning,” Buffy ducked out the door and closed it behind her.
She leaned against the wall beside the door. “Oh boy,” she thought, “That man is nothing but trouble.” She had very much noticed the fine specimen that was Bruce Wayne. He was definitely going to do things to her dreams from some time to come. He was older than her by a mere five years and that made him positively a baby compared to most of her previous fellows, but like most of them he had a secret calling to fight evil and injustice, so maybe it might work out. Buffy only knew she would get the chance to find out.
