Repeating Memory
Summary: History repeats itself, no matter how hard you try to change, only this time, you find yourself on the other end…
Character/Pairing: Barbara/Carolyn, Barbara/Dinah
Feedback: Have I mentioned that I live off it?? !!
Disclaimer: The Birds aren't mine, so please don't sue. I promise to return them unharmed... okay, they may have a few bruises, but those fade in a few days…
Prologue
The first time Barbara Gordon had seen Batman she had been inspired. What began as practical joke to be played on her Father, though, soon turned into her chosen lifestyle. Bruce Wayne had inspired her transformation into Batgirl, and for that she would be eternally grateful. However, love him as she did, he never inspired anything more than admiration. The first time Batgirl saw Black Canary, she saw her future.
Perched atop a gargoyle near the pinnacle of Wayne Tower, overlooking the busy avenue below, Canary had aroused a deep sense of awe in the young redhead. Beautiful, poised, confident; in Black Canary Barbara saw all that she could—and would—become, and everything she ever wanted. The first time Barbara Gordon saw Carolyn Lance was the first time she fell in love.
Chapter One
The kiss was sudden and unexpected, surprising both participants with not only its occurrence, but its intensity. Heat rolled from one set of lips to the other, then back again, quickly deepening into a duel of tongues and teeth even as the older woman jerked back. It was of no use, the kisser was not going to let go, and so the recipient surrendered, letting the action wash over her, driving away all rational thought.
Finally, both women fell back onto their respective sides of the couch in a haze of hormones and confusion. What had started out as a night in, complete with cheesy movies and bags of microwave popcorn, had turned into something much more complicated. After a time, Barbara found her voice.
"D-Dinah, I - why - what…'' Dinah just looked up at her mentor with large, terrified eyes, almost more surprised that she had kissed the older woman than Barbara was at being kissed. She couldn't believe she had done it; couldn't believe that she had dared! Even though she had thought about it--dreamt about it-- since the first time she had woken up to see Barbara's jade green eyes. And never mind the fact that those soft, full lips should always be red and swollen from fiery kisses--Damn it! This wasn't right!
"Barbara, I'm - I am SO sorry. I don't know - I mean - I'm gonna go now!" She squeaked, jumping up from her seat and scurrying away, almost knocking Helena over as the brunette came into the room.
"Whoa kid, where's the fire?" she teased, grabbing hold of the blonde's arm as she rushed by. Dinah didn't look at her, only blushed fire engine red and sputtered a few apologies, before breaking free and practically flying into her room, slamming the door behind her. There was a click a few seconds later that signified it was locked.
"Oh-kay, I guess she doesn't feel like watching movies anymore." Helena shook her head, chalking it up to teen mood-swings. With a shrug, she made her way to the couch, plopping down close to Barbara and patting her on the knee. She figured that even though she couldn't feel it, the sentiment behind the gesture wasn't lost on the older woman. She was disappointed when Barbara didn't react.
"Barbara?" Helena queried, unsure if the redhead had just spaced out, or if she had finally had that meltdown that the brunette was always warning her about. "Earth to Barbara…" she tried again, waving a hand in front of the preoccupied woman's face. "Okay, now I'm beginning to worry," she muttered to herself, moving to kneel in front of her friend. "Are you all right?"
The older woman jolted back to reality at the touch of Helena's hand to her own. "Helena?" she asked, a bit confused.
"Ye-ah," the younger woman replied, drawing out the word, as she frowned in concern. "I repeat, are you okay?"
"She kissed me.'' Barbara said by way of reply, totally throwing Helena off.
"What? Who kissed you?" the younger woman asked, totally confused.
"Dinah, she kissed me," the older woman replied, pallor fading, and quickly replaced by a deep flush.
"Hold on. She kissed you, you mean, like a sisterly kiss on the cheek?" Helena asked, shaking her head, but still not managing to understand. What was the big deal?
"She. Kissed. Me." Barbara replied; a strong emphasis on each word, and a vaguely disturbed tone in her voice. She absently rubbed her still tingling lips. "Oh God, she kissed me."
