Authors note: This story is inspired by "The Killing Joke" animated film. I thought that the introduction of Batgirl's and Batman's romance was interesting. So this story is from Barbra's POV of her relationship with Batman.

Chapter 1

I don't know what it was. Why i made the first move. All of the emotions just bottled up in one moment. I was so angry, yet so crazy from him. I need him. And the best part was... So did he.

I guess i'll go back a little bit so i can explain this better.

It all started with this one case Batman and I were working. This freak named Paris France (Yeah i know stupid ass name) was trying to rise to power in Gotham. I ended up falling into a trap set by him. Batman had to come and rescue me.

And what can i say about Batman. I had known him for 3 years. After figuring out he was the gorgeous billionaire Bruce Wayne, i pressured him into letting become his partner. He wasn't very open to the idea. I would have been his third apprentice. Dick Grayson ended up hating his guts and quit to become Nightwing. Jason Todd was murdered by the Joker. And here i am. Barbra Gordon, the daughter of his closest ally. Sometimes i wonder why he took me in. He knew i wasn't bold enough to release his secret to anyone. I guess he saw potential in me to be a good partner.

So here we are three years later having an argument about this punk. Batman took me off the case. And that struck a nerve with me. I'd be lying if i said i didn't have a huge crush on Batman. How couldn't I? He was big and strong. He was good looking. He had this dominate presence that was so intimidating yet so hot. Honestly, i couldn't care less about his wealth. I liked him for all his other qualities. But he also was filled with qualities i hated too.

After he took me off the case, i snapped. I yelled at him i wanted him to know he was wrong about me and that i was done with him treating me like a child. Finally i attacked him. I used his training to strike him. He passively defended my attacks successfully, until i landed a kick. I was then finally able to pin him to the ground. He didn't fight back at all. He knew i didn't want to hurt him. But he had no idea what i was about to do, and frankly, neither did I.

In that moment all my emotions and feelings towards him came pouring out. I couldn't help myself. I pressed my lips against his and kissed him. He fought the urge to cooperate... for about a second before he wrapped those huge arms of his around me and kissed me back. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. I could tell he had been thinking of this moment for a while too. Especially when he grabbed my ass tightly. I sat up and took that as an invitation to take this up a level.

Within a second my cape, cowl, and shirt were gone. I bent back down and kissed him and allowed him to undo my bra for me. He rolled over on top of me and removed his cape and cowl as well. I helped him remove his shirt. I was blown away by his perfect body.

We made love on that rooftop. It was crazy. It was hard and tender. Passionate and steamy. It was amazing. He was amazing. The way he held me after we were done was a moment i wanted to last forever. I felt so happy locked inside his embrace. But what followed was anything but amazing.

He avoided me. He felt bad for what he let happen. I understood why. I was much younger than him for one. He didn't want to develop a relationship, especially with a co-worker. Plus i was the daughter of his friend. I also felt bad. He was kind of my boss. My teacher. He was my partner and i wanted to keep things professional. And instead i acted like some horny schoolgirl that couldn't keep it in her pants. I honestly was the one to blame here. I was the one that made the first move.

After a while i couldn't deal with the silent treatment anymore. I called him and tried to talk with him. But of course he was distant. He said we would talk later which really meant; he was going to ignore it as long as possible. He said he was at the docks but forbid me from coming. I thought about going anyway just so that he'd have to do something with me. Maybe he would have to "punish" me for misbehaving and give me a spanking. I let my sick thoughts enter my mind briefly.

My hand was forced into action when i saw an explosion coming from the docks. I had no choice but to check it out. Batman was ambushed by Paris and his thugs. He was in a tight spot and it looked bad for him. But i came in and saved his ass. I took out the thugs and faced off against Paris. I beat that piece of shit asshole, senseless. I was letting all my anger out. All my rage was being taken out on him. I made his face a bloody mess. I was about to deal a final blow when Bruce's large hand gripped my wrist.

I looked back at him. He was starring coldly into my eyes. He shook his head to tell me not to hit him again. I looked back at Paris who was inches from death. He would only survive if i didn't touch him again. And so i didn't. Bruce placed his hand gently on the back of my head and guided me into his chest. I buried my face into his body and tried my best not to cry. I was still filled with so many emotions that i was falling about. Bruce knew that it was bad. But he was there for me in this moment. As i broke he picked up the pieces.

He held me there in a tender embrace. "I'm sorry Barbra." He said deeply.

I removed my head from his chest and look up at him. This time, he made the first move as he gently pressed his lips against mine. I was caught off guard but i wasted little time to kiss back. Out arms were tightly wrapped around one another. We continued this at the mansion.

He and I made love once again. And it was much more passionate and caring than the first time. The first time was us letting out some bottled up emotions. This time we had sex because we truly cared about each other and we needed to be with each other. He put aside my age and who i was. I wasn't Barbra Gordon tonight. No, tonight i was just Barbra. The girl who was stealing his heart. And for me he wasn't my boss Batman, he was Bruce Wayne the most handsome man i've ever met.

And when it was over. He held me tenderly in his arms. As we fell asleep we didn't let the problems this could cause worry us. We wanted this moment and we deserved this moment. But the next morning and the days to come would prove to be a struggle.