Hak'o Halloween Night -a BatWonder story-
6:00 PM. If it was any other night, it would be when he was putting on the bat suit. But tonight was a different kind of dress-up night. It was Halloween. Gotham billionaire Bruce Wayne adjusted the band around his head and held the stick in his hand, then he looked at himself in the mirror and combed his brown hair to ensure it was smooth enough. Now, he looked good enough. He had to look good, especially for her. It was their first Halloween date, and they would be spending the night together; he couldn’t wait to see the costume she would be wearing. And, on top of that, they didn’t have to worry about bad guys causing trouble for them. Bruce left his changing room, finding Alfred dressed as a zombie as he walked the hall with a tray. The ninja costume-clad rich man drank a glass of wine and then gave it to Alfred to be cleaned up. “Happy Halloween, sir.” The butler said to Bruce. “The trick-or-treaters will be coming soon, Alfred.” Bruce told him, “You got that taken care of.” “Enjoy your night with Ms. Prince, Master Bruce.” Alfred nodded. “You know we won’t be long. We’ll be back before midnight comes around.” “Hopefully, all will be well.” Alfred resumed his duty of looking after Wayne Manor, and Bruce headed outside into the garden. An owl hooted in the distance, a soft wind carried across the dusk, and water poured into the stone fountain. Carved pumpkins sat near the fountain’s base and the wall, glowing with candlelight and the gleam of dusk that illuminated the trees and the moss growing on the walls. The rich Halloween ninja looked around the garden, gripping his ninja staff just in case this Halloween season had any insidious surprises in store. Bruce didn’t know why he was on alert; the Bat Signal wasn’t flashing at this hour, and criminal activity was pretty low from what he’d last heard. He didn’t expect The Joker to come knocking, not when Arkham Asylum had beefed up security since his last escape; even the other criminals were either stuck there or on the run like Luthor was. Feeling a need to ease his nerves, Bruce breathed in the fresh air and watched as the sky darkened. Clouds rolled by, and the stars began to emerge, twinkling in the dusk as the first light of the evening. The moon would be rising once the last light of the sun had faded. That would be when the Halloween spirit would really set in. And, once night had fallen, Bruce would be in her company. In fact, where was she right now? Just then, as he thought about the flame of his heart, A shadow fell over Bruce, and he turned around sharply, only to find a scarecrow atop the roof, the scarecrow that Alfred had set up just the other day. It looked just like Bruce in his Batman outfit. The Bat-Scarecrow: It sounded a lot like a Man-Bat/Scarecrow merger and a spooky movie merch line. “I like your scarecrow.” Bruce turned around, and his heart was lit with fireworks. Diana, Wonder Woman, stood right before him, with a hand placed firmly on her hip. She retained her tiara while her jet-black hair was tied back in a pigtail, but she’d ditched her gauntlets, especially for the night, since they logically wouldn’t have meshed with the costume she wore in front of the wealthy superhero tycoon. Diana wore a revealing gold-brown bikini top with thin straps, a gold arm bracelet, and a red skirt that ran down to the bottom of her knees, supported by a gold plate on the front and back. The sides of the skirt were open just enough to reveal Diana’s long legs and part of her thighs. Lastly, her feet were dressed in light-brown leather boots. Looking at her costume, Bruce recognized it; he’d seen an outfit like that in a 1980s sci-fi movie. No, not just any outfit from any 80s movie. It was the costume that Jabba made Leia wear in Star Wars Episode VI: Return of The Jedi. If Diana, the princess of Bruce’s heart, was going to dress up in that at any time, Halloween was the perfect night. Well, this Halloween was turning out to be something: Bruce going out as a ninja with Diana wearing the slave dancer outfit. She put one leg forward from behind the skirt, bending her knee a little, and the Themysciran flashed a wink. “What do you think of my costume, handsome Halloween ninja?” Diana asked, “I watched that movie a week ago and thought about how’d you feel if I dressed up like this?” “In all fairness, Diana. I can’t wait to see your dance moves tonight.” Bruce replied. The shapely Themysciran made her move. She walked towards the man she loved and looped an arm around his smooth neck. Diana placed her other hand upon Bruce’s cheek and kissed him tenderly, allowing him to feel her red-colored lipstick-adorned lip bruise against his smooth lips. It tasted salty, with a hint of sweetness. Diana pulled away from his face, and then, she leaned over his shoulder while raising her leg against his waist in a sultry manner and whispered in his ear, “Shall we help ourselves to some a fun Gotham Halloween with some intimacy?” “Yes, we shall.” Bruce kissed her cheek, “And may this ninja be your guard, your highness.” He and Diana departed the garden, and Bruce brought out the new orange motorcycle he’d gotten the other day. It wasn’t like the Bat-cycle in the Batcave, but the bike was a treasure on its own. Bruce let Diana sit behind him, then put on his helmet and started the engines. The couple rode off, driving down the hill away from the mansion and towards Gotham City. The city looked well-prepared for the special night; some of the blimps flying over Gotham were painted orange with creepy pumpkin faces, and a few ghost balloons danced on a street corner. A few fake webs adorned the lamp posts, and Jack-o-Lanterns sat near the doorstep of every building, watching the street as if they were silent observers. Bruce and his girlfriend spotted a few trick-or-treaters walking about in superhero costumes, helping themselves to some candy, and Bruce recognized one of the outfits a kid wore as the Batman costume. It looked like Gotham did need Batman on Halloween after all. Diana stroked Bruce’s neck and kissed him on the cheek as she took in the scene of the kid dressed as the Dark Knight. Acknowledging his slave princess, the ninja drove down the east avenue and rode towards the new Halloween Juice House that had opened for October. They could see people were already there, helping themselves to the place's refreshments. Tonight was the Dark Knight and the Themysciran warrior’s lucky night. Bruce drove to the street corner near the establishment, parked the bike, and helped Diana climb off. He decided they would sit at one of the outside tables, with Pumpkin Wine being their selection from the menu. Bruce walked to the front counter with Diana holding his arm gently, and the man in charge, wearing a ghost costume, asked them what they wanted to have. “Pumpkin Wine.” Bruce replied. He then asked for the nearest outside table. The waiter obliged and told him to wait. Bruce led Diana to their table, and the rich superhero pulled up the closest chair for the metal bikini-clad princess. He sat in the chair next to hers, and Diana tenderly kissed Bruce on the neck. Wonder Woman stroked his chin half-seductively, prompting the Dark Knight to take her hand, and he sweetly kissed the back of it. All around them, people enjoyed Halloween. Somewhere on another street, a fake ghost laughed electronically. Up above, a pumpkin blimp cast a light over Gotham, and sirens hollered somewhere, indicating the police were on patrol duty. Diana and Bruce soon received their glasses full of juicy orange pumpkin wine; one glass was tall, and the other was an inch shorter. As the waiters departed, the two costumed Justice League heroes raised their glasses, clinked them together, and drank the juice. And it tasted sweet as cherry, maybe even sweeter than champagne. “Happy Halloween.” Bruce said to his girlfriend. “To many more...” Diana replied, kissing him on the cheek before taking another drink. Little did they know that something was watching them from the shadows, observing silently and ominously, preparing to strike with the perfect opportunity. A wicked gleam crossed its orange face, twinkling in its yellow eyes.*** Bruce lay in bed, his costume hung up, the only article of clothing being a pair of black boxers. Diana lay in his arms, clad in the Slave Leia outfit. They had enjoyed their night out and returned home a few hours prior, then they shared some champagne and made out in the study. With Halloween nearly over, they retreated to the bedroom and had made love. Now they were tired, exhausted, after a memorable night such as Halloween. Diana slept soundly, but Bruce had woken up. He was about to close his eyes again and resume his sleep when he heard a sound coming from outside the bedroom. A frown folded on his face. It didn’t sound like Alfred was cleaning. Somehow, someone had gotten into the house. Intruders. Did they come through the Batcave? If that was so, then it wasn’t just his home that was in trouble. His secret identity was in trouble, too. And he had to act now. Bruce climbed out of bed and slipped into the nearby changing room. The door shut, and he quickly and quietly slipped on the Batsuit. He put the mask on, left the room, and stepped into the hall as Batman. His gadgets were with him, and Bruce Batman had his hand on the Batarang. Diana was still sound asleep, and if he had to do this alone, he would be fine. Hopefully, he could chase out the intruders without waking anybody up. The Dark Knight heard a clattering sound, followed by a thud. The noises seemed to be coming from the living room. Was someone trying to steal something? It wasn’t the first time someone broke into the mansion or the Batcave. Not even the Wayne family was safe from the crime activity that had plagued Gotham. Everyone’s houses had been broken into at some point; Bruce hadn’t forgotten when Riddler and Two-Face had raided his home once during one of their team-ups. Batman crept his way towards the living room, moving slowly down the stairs. He could see his shadow and other shadows moving on the walls even with the lights turned off. He stepped towards the living room and saw that someone had tipped over a casket of fake swords. Even a few other antiques had been shuffled around. He saw the window was also open, but nobody else seemed to be there. A dark shadow loomed over his head, and he wheeled around, looking up to spot someone dressed in black with an eerie pumpkin mask watching him from above. The intruder dropped down with a loud screech and pulled out a knife, coming right for Batman. The Dark Knight grabbed the maniac’s wrist and pushed him back, preventing the intruder from stabbing Batman. Despite the move, the pumpkin-headed villain wasn’t finished yet. It pounded on him, grabbed his neck, and began to strangle him while Batman attempted to push him off. He had Scarecrow vibes for a moment, but looking into those orange eyes, who was he? “What are you?” Batman gasped. “I’m the Hak’o-Jacko.” The pumpkin-head sneered, “And this Halloween, I’ve come to spill your blood, Batman. Or, should I say, Bruce Wayne?” “You’re going to Arkham before that happens.” He pushed Hak’o off of him and stood back up, taking a minute to breathe. Hak’o advanced towards the Dark Knight once more and brought up the knife, threatening to draw blood and take the breath out of the Batman. He leaped over him, then he threw his arms around Batman’s neck, holding the knife beneath his chin threateningly. Batman’s fist shot up, and he backhanded the criminal; the pumpkin-headed deviant stumbled back and tripped over a stool while dropping the knife. He got back up, glaring angrily at the Batman with a snarl, and pounced with extended claws. The Caped Crusader stepped aside, and Hak’o missed him, then he turned around and lunged again. Batman ducked once more and watched as Hak’o flew out the window. He unlocked the door and headed outside, ready to continue confronting the intruder. He punched Hak’o in the face, then he slammed the window shut and kicked his foe in the knee. “You’re likely the only pumpkin I’ll beat the shit out of.” Batman growled, “Get off the premises before I make your Halloween a night of hell!” “You’re a very tough bastard, Batman.” Hak’o remarked, “I’ll make sure you see hell before it’s over, you damned freak, I’ll slice up your ass... THEN I’LL TURN YOUR HEAD INTO A JACK-O-LANTERN!!!” Hak’o advanced on the Dark Knight with a raised claw and another knife, but Batman was ready. He blocked the knife’s blade with his wrist gauntlet, then he parried the claws and punched Hak’o in the side of the head. The pumpkin criminal fell over, rubbing the spot where Batman had just hit him. Batman stared down at him, giving his foe a menacing scowl. Staring into his eyes, the Batman didn’t need to say it directly, but he would make sure that Hak’o was sent to Arkham Asylum just like The Joker and the rest of his kind. Hak’o belonged there instead of a maximum security prison, especially since he was similar to Batman’s many enemies. But Hak’o was not ready to give up by a long shot. He shot back up and raised his claws, ready to tear the Dark Knight apart. Batman stood his ground, prepared to keep fighting. They had the rest of Halloween to keep going until one of them was down for good. Hak’o made another lunge for Batman and brought up all of his claws. He gnashed his orange teeth, growling sadistically... “Did someone come for late-night Halloween candy?” He turned around and saw Wonder Woman standing near the door with a hand on her hip, still wearing the Slave Leia outfit. The scuffle had woken her up, and she came to Batman’s side. Hak’o smiled menacingly; “I can hardly wait to spill your blood this Halloween, Wonder Woman.” “Maybe next Halloween if you dare to return.” Diana quipped. She stepped forward and punched Hak’o, twisted his arm, kneed him in the shin, and judo-flipped him down on his back. Diana picked up the pumpkin-headed slasher, and then she slammed Hak’o into the ground as hard as she could. Batman brought up the Batarang, made sure the bat-rope was added, and threw it around Hak’o. In a matter of seconds, the psycho was tied up and constrained from shoulder to knee. Diana picked him up, then flew into the air with her skirt flapping in the wind as Batman watched from below, silently thanking the gorgeous Wonder Woman for her assistance. The shapely princess flew high towards the stars until she’d gained enough distance from the ground below. Hak’o struggled to break free, but Diana didn’t relent. Then, with all the superhuman strength burning in the Themysciran hero’s body, she swung Hak’o around and threw him high across the sky. Hak’o screamed loudly, cursing Wonder Woman and Batman furiously, until he vanished from sight. Diana turned towards Wayne Manor down below and flew back to the mansion. She glided to the front door where Batman was waiting and landed with ease on solid ground, wiping a hint of sweat from her forehead. Then she looked into Bruce’s eyes with a hand upon her slender hip. “My goodness!” Alfred exclaimed as he came outside in his nightrobe, “What happened?” “Late Halloween visitor...” Bruce said, “Diana and I took care of him.” “Jolly good.” Alfred yawned, “I’ll take care of the mess in the morning, but we can’t leave knives lying around, can we? Good night, Master Bruce and Miss Prince.” The butler returned to his room as Bruce and Diana walked inside the house. They got rid of the knife that Hak’o had dropped, putting it in a drawer where it wouldn’t be disturbed. With everything settled, Bruce removed his mask and sat on the sofa. He looked up at Diana, who stared out the window, then she turned to face him. And he could see a sultry smile on her face. Bruce leaned back on the couch, smiling at the slave outfit-clad Diana, eager for one more Halloween treat. Diana turned on a record, and romantic music began playing at a low volume. She approached her boyfriend slowly and swayed her hips in a sultry and hypnotic manner. Diana stopped, raised her arms, and performed a slave girl-esque dance for the exhausted Batman. Then, she lowered herself onto the couch and pressed her body against Bruce’s stature, allowing him to feel her cleavage touch his torso. He placed his hands around her hips, and she cupped his face, then they dipped in as Diana looped her legs around Bruce’s waist. The moon shone through the window, and Diana pinned Bruce to the sofa and kissed him hard. He kissed her back, and the Justice League’s Gotham-Themyscira couple embraced in a deep, late Halloween night make-out. Bruce removed his gloves, and Diana stroked his shoulders, helping him unhook his cape from his costume. They locked eyes once more, their hands folded around one another, tongues wrestled, and metal clicked before the room burned with passionate intimacy as Halloween drew to a close...The End...
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