A/N: Batman belongs to their Creators under DC. I am not one of them.
Cleaned.
"Don't be such a,"
"Dick, yeah I get it. That joke has been used over and over its' starting to get old." Dick Grayson said as he swiped the feet from below Barbara Gordon. They were in the Cave, sparring to pass the time. Seeing as no one wanted to entertain the Nightwing, Barbara decided to have a round or three.
Barbara wasn't taken down by the low sweep, and instead kept on the defense but started to push forward. A left jab followed by two consecutive high kicks to keep Dick off balance. A shoulder press before she caught one of his retaliating punches, twisting the arm behind him and kicked the back of his knee, putting him in a one leg kneeling position.
"Yield?" She asked with bravado as she tightened her grip on his arm.
"In your dreams BG." Grayson slid from underneath her, flipping her over and tackling her to the ground. He pinned both of her wrist above her head as he straddled her.
"Funny, I remember the last time we were in this position." Nightwing said in a plain voice.
"Don't go there." She warned. She head butted him, almost breaking his nose. Resuming the standing position they both had, Nightwing kicked her low again but she blocked it. In turn was crouching down and Nightwing smiled at that. He feigned a kick to her head, she blocked to the right. And with the finesse of all the years as Robin and Nightwing, went behind Barbara and gripped her into a full Nelson, and wrapped his legs around her. One hard enough squeeze and he could break her entire spine.
"Pay up Damian." Red Robin held out his hand in front of Damian Wayne. With a grouchy demeanor, he fished his pocket for the twenty dollar bill.
"If it was me against Dickey I would've won." Robin said as he browsed through his phone.
"Don't press your luck squirt. Grayson could take you on blindfolded." Red Hood said as he propped up his feet up on the table.
"What are you even doing here Todd? Last time you called in was Thanksgiving." Damian threw a batarang at him but Jason simply caught it.
"I'm being a good son, that's all." Everyone in the cave could hear the sarcasm in Red Hood's voice.
"What the hell is taking Bruce so long?" Dick and Barbara had settled down. Barbara decided to switch out of her training clothes into her Batgirl uniform. Dick likewise did the same, changing into Nightwing.
"Master Bruce will be down momentarily. There is simply business he has to attend to upstairs." Alfred said as he pushed in a trolley of snacks and refreshments into the cave, passing each member of the family, stopping in front of Ms. Gordon.
Everyone in the room immediately knew exactly what Bruce was up to. Barbara couldn't help but flinch at those words. She harbored feeling for the Dark Knight, but who in their right mind wouldn't? It started off as something innocent, idolizing him in a way. He was one of the reasons she became batgirl. Taking on the villains her father only told her stories about was surely worth some credit. Fighting Killer Croc to a standstill, outwitting the Riddler, even scaring the Scarecrow; feats that no human could possibly achieve, yet here he was, healthy and still kicking. BG didn't even know if he was human before she found out he was Bruce Wayne. She thought he was some alien like the one from Metropolis. Part of the reason why she became Batgirl was to be closer to Batman and figure out if he really was an alien. Conundrums intrigued her, and the biggest conundrum she had ever faced was Batman. Reproachful as he was at the beginning, he never scolded her that much compared to Dick or Tim. Jason was a wayward son and Damian is Damian.
She had no feelings whatsoever for billionaire Bruce. To her and a thousand others, he was just a playboy lounging around with his inheritance in the Bahamas or Costa Rica. And while his charms and good looks sent pleasant shivers to her, it was never enough to make her throw her panties at him in an attempt to be known like all those other females.
Oh surprise, surprise when she found out the connection between the Cape Crusader and the Playboy. In both lines of Respect and Sympathy, knowing the feeling of losing parents, she went under his wing to be the first Batgirl. Followed by Cass and Steph, both of whom were not present.
In the training regime Batman had her undergo, her feelings developed from hero-worship to full blown crush to being affected when she hears someone was in the bed of Bruce Wayne. She knew that never in a million years will Bruce Wayne look at her like all the other hot-shots he took to bed. One, she was young, but rich men dig that right? Two, she was a dork. A geek. She wasn't a supermodel or a sexy big breasted bimbo from Russia. She was Barbara Gordon, daughter of Jim Gordon. Which brings us to the third reason. Bruce respects her father way too much. So in her mind it was only right for Bruce to not even consider the fact that they could actually see each other, and not in the biblical sense.
It's scary what you could pick up from the mask of Bruce Wayne. She had dated Dick for the excuse of going to Wayne manor or it would seem weird that she would spend time at the big house, alone in the sitting room with Bruce while she "waited" for Dick. It was as close as she could get, she prays it was closer.
She couldn't tell her brothers. Her bat-brothers were annoying. She can't tell Damian because he is his son. Jason isn't always on their side plus he was a perv. Tim was too innocent a geek to talk to him about her fantasies. And Dick. She can't talk to Dick because it would be hella weird just to bring that up.
Her bat-sisters. Kate knew. Steph doesn't really give a shit because she is plotting to reap Nightwing out of Kori's arms. And she hates herself for taking advantage of Cass's silent self. But Cass swore she wouldn't tell.
"Let me guess, Blonde?" Barbara got a piece of toast and coasted it in jam, hiding the contempt well from her voice.
"Redhead actually." Alfred answered as he went back to the elevator to refill the trolley. She mentally paused. Not enough for the people to notice. Oh how she wishes Bruce bedded the redhead because he reminded him of another redhead, waiting in the cave. Not Kate. She hopes.
"Pennyworth didn't take our cups." Damian piped in as he held the cup of tea.
Everyone saw Bruce as a ten year old in Damian. Hardheaded, determined, arrogant, and brash, a Wayne family recipe. He was also confident and so sure of himself. Great traits if it was used properly.
Barbara sat down on a vacant chair, opposite a dozed off Kate. Poor child must be neck deep in the latest stakeout Bruce had her on.
"Hey Kate." Zzzzzz
"Psst, Kate" ZzzzZZzzz
"Oh Renee, you want to run away with me?" Barbara could actually hear the orchestra play Mozart's Requiem when she said this because Kate stood up, a Batarang clutched tightly under BG's neck.
"Careful B, last time I checked you were hung over the Bat?" She whispered in her ear and Barbara nodded. She pulled Kate down, letting her sit on her lap, hugged her from behind and rested her chin on Batwoman's shoulder. Jason wolf whistled and took a picture.
"What if Renee found out?" Jason started was about to forward the picture but Kate said,
"You don't want to find out how hard I can hit with a crowbar, do you?" Kate said in a sinister voice and Jason quickly erased the photo.
"Good boy. If you have been in Gotham for more than a week, you would know that your sisters have been awfully close." Kate said as she petted Barbara's hair.
"Close, like," Jason did the birds and bees symbol but Kate only winked. Jason swore he would hang out more often at Gotham.
"Wow, five minutes in and you're already changing Jason. What's next, are you going to make Cass deliver a speech." Tim said as he sat down in front of the Bat computer and opened up Netflix. He went and opened Family Guy.
"Don't pull Cass into this." Damian defended. He had grown fond of the silent Batgirl. He looked up to her as an older sister, mainly because he saw himself in her, being a child of a legendary assassin.
"Family Guy? Really Tim?" Nightwing said as he exited the show and switched it to Cosmos.
"Here it suits you." Dick joked but Tim shrugged it off.
"Jokes on you Grayson. Barbara, Cassandra, Damian and I binge watched this." Tim kicked back and crossed his arms behind his head as he let Tyson's words lift him to his trip.
While the Brothers were arguing what to watch like five year olds, Kate and Barbara were discussing the Redhead in Bruce's bed.
"Honey, you're reading too much into it. Bruce probably had a dozen redheads up all at the same time." Kate continued to pet Barbara's lighter shade of red locks sticking out of her cowl.
"But it's a possibility right Kate? That he screws that redhead thinking it was me?" Batgirl pouted and buried her face at Kate's back.
"Maybe. You do know that the lady sitting on your lap is a redhead?" Barbara swatted Kate's shoulder.
"You're supposed to be on my side!"
The two continued this for some time. Kate relating stories she had when she had problems with Renee when Renee brought up times she had Redheads in her bed, a total of one to be exact. Kate and Barbara were close, close enough to tell each other their secrets. Experimentation with the same sex, Barbara also experienced with her, but that was purely platonic and for fun and that's a whole different story for another time. They were sisters in all but blood in the short amount of time she was part of the family. Everyone in this Cave has lost someone precious, and that bond drove them to be closer. Just that Kate and her were much closer than say Barbara and Tim. Tim was a good guy, she could talk to him about tech jargon that even Bruce could only scratch the surface of.
Forty minutes in, the brothers decided to watch Dexter which, thank the Lord, made them shut up. Jason because he was a serial killer wannabe, Tim because of the intricate story, Damian because he fell asleep and Dick because he was texting Kori.
The batgirl and Batwoman were off to the side, playing twenty questions about Renee Montoya and Bruce Wayne. It was Kate's turn to ask when the door opened to signal the arrival of the one and only Batman.
Everyone fell in line. The boys hurried off the Computer, closing the program and the two ladies stood themselves up straight.
"Gotham has been rather peaceful for the longest period of time. Burglaries, rape, and murder had been statistically low. We have no idea if any of this means something but in our line of work we have to be in constant vigilance of everything that is happening." Batman said as he walked in front of the batcomputer and opened up various files pertaining to crime lords and syndicates of Gotham.
"Our mission, starting tomorrow night, is to go under cover as one of them." Batman pointed up to the monitor and everyone understood. Masks, Barbara's specialty. She had been honing the art of deception ever since she knew exactly how she felt about Him.
"Kate and Dick, you will be working for Penguin. He has spread to Bludhaven, so I'm sure Dick Grayson will be right at home. Kate, you'll be monitoring the main facility here at gotham. Find out what is happening. Who he is selling to and what he plans on moving up." Batman handed the two of them the files that they needed. Kate nodded. She had been in many undercover missions in her training, this would be a piece of cake. Dick, on the other hand, was terrible at lying. But he will not admit that freely.
"Tim, you will be positioned within Black Mask's organization as one of his new leading technological engineer. You can hack your way into it from there." Batman gave Red Robin a Black folder and proceeded.
"Damian will be part of Toy Man's child army."
"What, father you can't be serious?" Damian looked over the file before Bruce could actually give it to him. As quick as a trained eye, he read the entire folder.
"No way. He is actually planning on using children? Since when did Toy Man become as evil as this? Better yet why is Toy Man in Gotham? Isn't he a Superman Rouge?" Damian looked baffled. He wasn't even turning the children into Toys, they actually came willingly.
"Jason, Maroni has been secretly trying to replenish his men after our last dance together. Find out what he is up to and report back as soon as you find out. No going to Disneyland." Batman gruffly gave the Hood his folder. "Aye aye." Was his only response.
"Batgirl." Barbara snapped into attention. His voice was harder, as if he was trying to hold something in. "You will be placed among the ranks of Two Face and his goons. The last time we encountered him, the end result wasn't as foregoing as we thought. There is something going on in their ranks, some power struggle that kept him out of focus. Find out." Quickly as he entered the Batcave, he gave Barbara the file, all the while not looking at her. Actually he was avoiding looking at her, trying to focus his eyes on the batmobile or Kate beside her. If one didn't know what was going on, they would think that the Batman was talking to Ms. Kane rather than Ms. Gordon. When the crusader turned around, no one caught the sigh of relief he let out but Barbara who was constantly studying her Batman. Constant Vigilance.
"But Bruce, If you recall I am a police officer at Bludhaven. Everyone knows who I am." That was right. Most of them were known individuals, especially Barbara for being the Comissioner's daughter.
"If you actually had the time to read what was in the file, you would know." Barbara didn't look all that surprised. Batman thought about missions ten steps at a time. Always so sure of himself, that is what she loved about him.
"Naomi Watts. What kind of name is Naomi?" Barbara asked as she skimmed through birth records and history, storing it in her massive memory. Thank the lord for Eidetic Memory.
"Naomi rolls off the tongue better than Gertrude. Seriously do I look like a Gertrude?" Kate hung her head in defeat. Apparently she was a Scottish underground kick boxer who moved to the States after a bust in her rink. Now in Gotham for easy money as a body guard for Penguin.
"What did you guys get?" Barbara asked her brothers.
"Benny. More on the kids side than I like but I guess it fits the profile." Damian remarked without a second thought as he reread the entire history of Benny Brooch.
"Justin Blake. Son of a distant crime lord. Apparently I have an IQ of 180." Tim said as he saw a picture of Justin. He held the picture in his hand "Bruce I have a 163."
"Leslie. Did you have to name me a girl?" Jason said as he read the biography of Leslie Clay Hanson.
"Leslie is a unisex name." Kate said as she admired how she looked almost exactly like Gertrude except for the giant scar across her cheek.
"Thanks Kate. Thank you." Jason said as he pointed his empty gun at his head and clicked, feigning suicide. Everyone snickered as he did this.
"Alright Boy Wonder,"
"Hey," said Damian.
"Who are you?"
"Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the all charming Wally Wilson." He did a strike pose for a brief moment. No response. The only one doing anything is Jason, recording the entire thing.
"I bet Wally and Slade would be happy to know that their son is being a gang person. Slade would be very disappointed that you're only a lackey." Barbara snickered as she tried to keep it together. She looked over at Batman once the group settled out and killed time by reading their biographies and taking it to heart. It was only eleven pm. Too early for anything. The group mostly dissipated after 3am when their patrols are finished. But since the crime rate has been low enough that the police aren't having trouble, then what could they do but sit around and read. Everyone had their masks and cowls off.
She approached the Batcomuter where Bruce was typing away at blazing speed, recording his latest findings from the Mariana's Trench Mission he had with the League a couple of days back. The Batman, being the Batman, knew she was coming over and already had something to say.
"Shouldn't you be memorizing?" He scowled lowly, never really looking at her, instead inserting a new paragraph about the strange strain of sea urchins that even Aquaman didn't recognize.
"Eidetic Memory Bruce. I told you like a bazillion times." She leaned over the chair to watch him work. She leaned at the side of the computer resting her chin on both of her hands in a slouched up position. Preoccupied by the thought of Batman, Barbara didn't notice Bruce's sidelong stare at her. Every fiber in her resisted the urge to push information out of Bruce about the redhead he was with.
'Did you think about me when you fucked her silly?'
'Were you imagining me, bound helpless, as you screwed this chick'
Simply questions couldn't be simpler but BG knew that this would ruin their relationship as teacher and pupil. If it were up to her then things would be a lot different.
"Where did Naomi spend her sixteenth birthday?" Bruce fired but Barbara only smiled.
"She climbed the top of the third 'O' of the Hollywood sign." With ease she deflected.
"What happened to your left thigh?"
"Jujitsu injury. Tackled by Miranda Torres. Five feet eleven, all two hundred pounds of her. Left me in the hospital for a month due to a shattered femur."
"What would happen if your dominant hand gets dislocated and you needed to use a gun?"
"I don't have a dominant hand. I'm ambidextrous."
"What is Charity?"
"It's the network of intelligence I was hired in as one of the Tech developers. Director, Nicholas Verns, tried to take advantage of me but I cracked open his skull in front of ten people." She concluded. Batman continued to type, a smirk on his lips. Barbara saw the smirk. Was he actually proud of her? After a tense moment, Batman looked directly at her, his blue eyes sinking into her green ones sent a pleasurable bolt down her spine and to territories of womanhood.
"Alright. Go help the others then." Bruce gave her a nod, she could only nod back.
"That is unfair, you have a cool techy jujitsu kicking geek while I'm stuck with whiney Justin." Barbara smiled as she looked over everyone's profile. It was nice to have a little down time with the family. Times like this were fun. She didn't say that beating Freeze up or maybe Bane wasn't fun but in a more humanly sort of fun this was. If they weren't getting chased by maniacal megalomaniacs or running after literal cat burglars, times like these she wished never ended. Amongst the bantering brothers she had, she looked over at Bruce only to find him staring back at her. Their eyes met for the briefest second then he turned away. Barbara won't press him on that, especially since she wanted to kiss the living daylights out of him the moment their eyes met.
"Hey Barbara," Kate called out, pushing through the spawn of Robins trying to get her to choose which one of their profiles is the best.
"I'm coming."
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Bruce typed away as he heard Kate call out to Babs,… Babs? Since when did he thought of Barbara as Babs? It has been most apparent in the recent months that Bruce's view of B Gordon has changed all too drastically. For the longest time she sat in a wheelchair, disabled by the Joker, and soon triumph over it and became Oracle. The heart and soul of every operation the Family had been in. Bruce Wayne couldn't help but look up to Barbara. He knew the feeling of being broken, but being broken at a young age like her? It's like relinquishing all hope for tomorrow at a very delicate age. Bruce was broken, but Barbara was devastated.
He typed quickly, letting the chattering noise of the boys drown his ever growing mist of despair. Rare times did the boys be in one room, rarer for them to talk about something, and this is one of the first instances that they actually seemed to have fun arguing over the menial stuff like whose profile is the best. If Bruce had to say so himself, Tim's is the most well-constructed profile among the four.
Moments passed, Bruce hasn't moved an inch from the computer but has long since finished typing up the latest report on the previous JL mission. Now he was staring at the screen, among multiple CCTV camera sprawled across the city. Nothing that raises concern for the Bats. Some armed robbery here and there but the police seem to be doing their job properly, no need for the Capes to intervene.
Silence once again filled the cave. Dick moved away from the group to train with the punching bag. Kate was asleep, again. Damian and Tim were playing chess and by the looks of it, it's about to approach a stalemate. Jason is listening to music and playing on his phone. Everyone accounted for, so where was-
"It's weird to see Velazquez without a donut in his hand." Barbara piped in. She removed her Batgirl outfit and changed into an oversized shirt and shorts. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and Bruce could see that the tie was colored green. She was leaning on the Computer again, slouching in the cutest way possible as she examined the touch screen in front of her.
"It's weird to see Velazquez do anything. Jim must've put everyone out. With smaller crime rates it's easier for everyone to maneuver. It's time once again for the GCPD to shine." In the most none humor voice Bruce could manage, he said. "And is that one of mine?" Bruce raised an eyebrow when he once-over Barbara but regretted the decision once he saw the most beautiful figure since Diana panting and wanting more, but again that's a story for another time. Barbara Gordon, one of his apprentices, in his oversized shirt that reached to her knees, in shorts, ponytailed and glasses slightly askew. She was beautiful and Batman would be lying if he told himself that she wasn't because she was indeed a gorgeous young lady. Her fit and toned body that could easily outmatch any models'. Her silky red hair that Bruce found attractive. Her long and shapely legs that would be a treasure if it was wrapped around his waist… Bruce, what?
Bruce would be lying to himself if he told himself that he had not entertained some of his inner fantasies with the Redhead that Alfred had to drive home. Barbara was stunning and every other woman stood behind her. That much Bruce could admit. Diana was tied up there with her, But no matter how many times he thinks about her in that way he always shakes it off. He has known her for most of her Batgirl life, and his respect for both her and her father were mountains, how could he think of something so obscene?
"My clothes were dirty, I hope you don't mind." She simply said as she flipped through the screen to the 'Gotham Herald' server to check about the upcoming news for tomorrow's paper. Bruce's senses were as sharp as Ra's sword, so he didn't miss the faint lingering aroma of the strawberry shampoo on her hair or the mild lavender perfume she puts on after she showers, mixed with sweat that only seem to serve as a catalyst for a quicker blood circulation at Bruce's nether's. Small enough doses to cover her body, large enough for Bruce to become intoxicated. Bruce became suddenly lightheaded and stopped all activity he was doing. He started doing breathing techniques. Inhale, exhale. Breathing in deep was a terrible idea as his mind was bombarded by a sensory overload. He put two fingers gently on his temple, as he succumbed to the fragrance.
"They're praising the police again! What a time to be alive." Barbara said as she swiped left to save the article for future scrapbooking. She turned to face Bruce's sexy face but she was shocked to see Bruce facing her again, eyes intently eyeing its prey as if the lion is ready to pounce and claim what's his.
For a time they were lost in each other's eyes, studying every feature of every angle of their perfect face. Bruce saw Babs' lower lip tingle. A sign of frustration, contempt, or… arousal. Now since the Batman's brain is like a high tech processing computer, you could imagine how many scenarios he has imagined with him pushing Babs down and taking her. Take that a thousand or so scenarios from a genius mind such as Bruce and step into the shoes of Barbara Gordon whose mind excels well past Bruce's in processing, understanding, executing and memorizing. So that's about a thousand raised to the power of ten. I, as an author, will harbor a guess that it is a number with lots of zeroes. So let's rephrase that.
Take a thousand or so scenarios from a genius mind such as Bruce and step into the shoes of Barbara Gordon whose mind excels well past Bruce's in processing, understand, executing and memorizing and try and picture the scenarios she came up with.
Bruce's head inched closer and so did Barbara's. Close enough that Bruce could feel Babs breathing out. Barbara didn't back down, this was her chance, her one true and only chance with the Bat. Bruce's mind filtered through reason after reason why this is wrong but also screened voices after voices in his head saying this was the only right thing in the world to do. He hesitates but he saw Babs smirk and leaned in an inch closer to seal the gap between them. It was short and explosive for both of them. The feeling of his surprisingly soft lips on hers were enough to get BG hooked. Batman pulled back and for a second she saw a smile. A true and genuine smile. Barbara tensed up as she saw it and felt a rush of arousal down her spine. Bruce, still smiling albeit faint, said,
"I don't mind."
"Wonderful," She leaned in and whispered into his ear. "Because I'll be wearing your clothes more often." She seductively purred. It sounded so corny to her but to Bruce it was super sexy.
"We should get back to work." Bruce face changed into his stoic and unemotional façade but if one had the sense to look closer he seemed more relaxed, calm, and freed. Barbara nodded her head and kissed his cheek before she walked back to the Family, unknowingly rattling the cage of Wayne.
No one saw what happened. They were too preoccupied with whatever they were doing to actually see one of the only times Bruce Wayne smiled a true one. But to Barbara, she was there and was over the moon because she was the one who caused that smile.
This is where it all starts. The masks are about to be removed and new ones will be set in place. It is time to find out if the relationship of Batman and Batgirl, of Bruce Wayne and Barbara Gordon will last. At this moment where both sides of the coin are unknown, we will trek together in their journey. A journey filled with hardships and splendor, of romances and misconceptions, of hate and love. The start of a conspiracy between two people. The start of their Two Faced Conspiracy.
A/N:
Thoughts?
I personally adore Batgirl/Batman and I have decided to postpone the one-shots until i finished writing the first chapter of this fic, which is this one. Now that I have finished it, I am safe to write my one-shots, but it's not like I wrote more than two about them anyway.
Besides. I love BG and BW. Seeing them together makes my heart fill up with joy and passion. So accumalte all of those and put it in a fic, here it is.