Where are you?
Nightwing's phone buzzed. It was Barbara. He swiftly typed back.
3rd and Dodson
BUZZ BUZZ. Civilian?
He sighed with his reply. Patrol. Watching Black Mask's guys. After hitting send, he realized how strange it was for her to ask. He typed another message. Wait, where are you?
Your room.
Shit. He wanted nothing more than to be at the Manor with her. I don't know how long I'll be.. waiting for supplier of gun shipment. As the message sent, he leaned his head back against the wall behind him in regret. His phone buzzed again.
That's ok, I'm getting cold anyway. I should probably put some clothes on.
His eyes went wide. A sudden pulse jolted through his pants and he sat upright. Wait WHAT
She didn't reply.
Barbara
Still no answer.
BARBARA
Buzz buzz. Yes?
Don't do this to me… I can't have that image in my head while I fight these guys. He could feel his pants getting tighter.
Ok
Dick looked at the message then put the phone down. He looked across the street with his monocular at the thugs. Still no movement. His foot started tapping. He picked his phone back up. What are you wearing?
He stared at the screen anticipating her reply. Now? The red one.
He typed back. The one I bought?
Her replies felt like they were taking a lifetime, not the reality of just a few seconds. It's my favorite. It just feels so good against my skin.
He groaned at the thought of her in it. Fuck
He looked across the street again. 2 hours, max.
He had just hit reply when another message came through. Maybe it's because I'm in your bed but I swear I can almost taste you..
He had to readjust his suit before he could reply. Goddamnit Babs… You're getting me hard.
Dick stood up and began pacing on the rooftop as he read. I wish my hands were yours right now. It's just not the same.
He looked across the street again. An hour and a half.
Every time his phone buzzed, his heart beat a little harder. How expensive is this bed? It just doesn't look sturdy enough for what I had in mind..
She was toying with him and he loved it. Holy fucking shit you're killing me…
Don't get too worked up, we still have an hour and a half to go, and this IS NOT a quickie night.
Dick quickly changed his mind and corrected her. 1 hour.
His phone buzzed again. Have you ever wondered how rough we could do it? I've always wondered how deep you could go… over and over and over. When he read the message, he felt himself get so hard that he couldn't stand it anymore.
"Fuck it." He grappled across the street and took out the 6 guys one by one. As soon as they were all unconscious, his phone buzzed again.
You still alive?
Dick shot his grapple back up to the roof he had been on and typed back as soon as he landed. On my way. I'm going to make you scream my name until you can't take it anymore. Your ass is mine.
She replied instantly. You better hurry.
(Babs sent a photo). He clicked the picture. It was her, laying in his bed, with her nipples just barely peaking out from the top of the bra. She looked like she was sucking on the tip of her finger.
He typed back fast and started jumped from rooftop to rooftop. FUCK 5 minutes. Don't move!
