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Post fic/art requests with pairing and kink prompt in the replies to this thread. Requests may be made anonymously. One request per reply please, but feel free to reply more than once!

Once again, remember the rules of the road:

- Anon does not mean impolite or disrespectful. No flaming, trolling or bashing.

- Post fic and art as a reply to the prompt. Multiple responses encouraged, don't be shy just because someone's already "taken" it!

- Crossovers are welcome as long as at least one DC Universe character is involved.

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The next time he seemed thinner but Huntress still couldn't bring herself to believe the word dying. They actually knocked at the door this time, progress she credited Renee for as she also brought along a bottle of wine like a proper guest.

Huntress didn't want to waste any time. She had Question's jacket off almost before they closed the door; within seconds he was on his back on the bed wearing only his mask and his tie. She undid her robe --- she'd been expecting them this time --- and let it fall to the floor. Sometimes she could almost hear him smile. "Very nice."

"I've been practicing." She crossed the room and straddled him, smirking at the whispered, "ooh" as he slid inside.

Renee pulled up a chair and watched, an appreciative grin on her face. After a few moments --- there was a spot under his jaw right where the mask connected that always got a great reaction --- Huntress locked eyes with Renee and motion her over. After a few seconds of silent communication (raised eyebrows from Renee, quick nod from Huntress) Renee came up behind her. She swept Huntress' hair off her neck and started a long line of kisses down her spine, her hands cupping Huntress' breasts. Then one of her hands inched downwards and rubbed; Huntress shivered and swore, her nails digging into Question's shoulders as she came. He pulled her close and she nibbled his ear as he bucked under her, Renee laughing at them both.

***
Late that night Huntress woke to Question in the middle of a violent coughing fit. Despite the obvious pain she could tell he was trying to be quiet; she listened to him choke for long, agonizing minutes as she focused on lying still and pretending he hadn't woken her. When the fit passed she felt him gently brush a strand of hair from her face, sighing in relief at finding her still asleep. She counted the seconds until his breathing deepened back into sleep, her heart pounding like a gong.

She didn't even realize she was shaking until she felt Renee's arms wrap around her waist. Renee stroked her hair as she buried her face against Question's shoulder, holding on as if she did it tight enough she could force him to stay.