Author's Notes: The long awaited successor to Professional Relationship, this was quite fun to write, but for the record I'm a DickBabs shipper. I hope this was worth the wait.
Barbara Gordon was lying in her bed in a white pyjama top and shorts when she felt a cold breeze. Her window had opened and a figure was looming over her bed. "Batman..." she whispered. The silhouetted vigilante stepped towards her. Barbara was breathing heavily as the cover was pulled away from her. She tried to look down at the freckles dotting her nose to avoid looking at the awe-inspiring figure of the Dark Knight.
She risked looking up and found that he had stepped into a stream of light from the moon outside the window. She imagined most people would be scared at such a sight, but there was something about the way he was breathing, that inspired something different in her. Hope.
"Don't scream," he ordered. She wasn't going to but she could see how many would. "I'm here to protect you." Barbara paused, sitting up to face him properly. "From what?" the feisty redhead demanded. "It's better that you don't know..." he growled.
"I'm cold," she muttered and in response Batman pushed the window shut. "You should try to sleep," he suggested. She shook her head: "I'm not going to sleep while you're here." Silence. "I'll be gone by the morning," he informed her, sitting down on a small wooden stall at the foot of the bed. "I'm still cold," she complained. Batman cocked his head to the side and for a moment she regretted being so abrasive. Batman didn't put up with cheek from girls barely exiting puberty. But those regrets went away when he unclipped his cape and draped it around her shoulders.
Batman went to stand up and return to his seat but found the redhead's arms flung around his waist holding him to her. He just sat there awkwardly. The Batman was not used to being a teddy bear. After a moment he put an arm around her comfortingly. Another bout of silence followed until Barbara did something even she wasn't expecting. She kissed Batman.
She didn't even realise she was doing it, her lips just sort of went up to his and pressed against him. He put his hands on her shoulders firmly and pushed her back. Something in her eyes though told him there was no point to asking if this was what she really wanted. He pulled her back into the kiss.
In silence, Barbara made out with Batman. His gloved hand cupped her cheek. His lips were rough and almost sandy but Barbara found that made her want him even more. She was breathing quickly and sharply and her breasts were heaving. He put an arm around her waist and lowered her back onto her back on the mattress. He started to kiss down past her chin, down her neck and along her collarbone. She then felt his hand slide along her thigh to the crotch of her pyjamas where it simply rested for a few seconds.
She moaned out softly as he continued to kiss her collarbone and his hand started to move on her vagina. It was just rubbing gently to get her started. His thumb pressed on her clit and his fingers rubbed at her vagina faster making the moans get harder. Her shorts were soaked through when he was finished.
He rolled her shirt up slowly revealing her midriff then kissed her belly button gently, his hands now on her hips, soothing them lightly. Then he pulled back and, finally, straddled her waist, lifting her arms up above her head and holding them there. His hips started to gently rock against hers as if testing the waters. Barbara had been moaning out almost constantly and this did nothing to silence her, Batman had been silent the whole time, but then he was Batman.
His hands now find a new target, gripping her breasts through the shirt. His thumbs circled her erect nipples; Barbara took the opportunity to get her breathing back under control. He made a slight grunting noise as his hands travelled down over her torso to the edge of her shirt, he lifted her top up over her head and tossed it aside. Then he slid down her wet shorts. The rocking of his hips into hers provoked more moans now that it was into her naked skin. While her eyes were closed in one particularly passionate moan, she heard a clunk and felt that at least the bottom half of his costume had been disposed off leaving his hips bare as they thrust lightly towards hers except for a tight pair of boxers.
Barbara pushed Batman off her and lay there desperately trying to catch her breath before she sat up and pushed the edges of her fingers to the rim of his underwear. She licked her lips naughtily as she dragged down the boxers. She was relieved to find his penis erect. Then she pulled him back onto her. He thrust into her.
The swaying of their hips made Barbara crazy. Every time he crashed down into her she wanted to scream out his name and pull him deeper into her. He'd pinned her arms up above her head again so it was just her legs that were thrashing about wildly as he screwed her. Because of his mask she couldn't tell whether he was looking over her, whether he was admiring her athletic body from all the gymnastics classes she took, and savouring her ginger-red hair that had sprayed across her pillow, while taking in the light bursts of freckles that could be found in occasional patterns on her body, but also watching her perfect unmarked legs that he was driving uncontrollable beneath him with every thrust, or whether he was simply focused on the rhythm of his pounding.
From this, Barbara could deduce at least one thing about Batman's secret identity, he had sex a lot. Batman was experienced and clearly knew exactly what he was doing with each movement he made. He had to get as much action as those playboy billionaires you heard about on the news like Bruce Wayne. But then, it was understandable that women wanted him, he was Batman.
When he released her arms they flung themselves around his shoulders and his hands pinned down her legs as he came in for the last lap of the racing course. She felt herself tense up visibly as he pounded down into her and in one, two, three, Boom: Orgasm.
It took a couple more thrusts to slow to a stop as he joined her in ejaculation. Even he was breathing heavily now. Barbara felt like she'd closed her eyes for only a second when she opened them to find the bedroom deserted, her clothes still on her body, and a crack of sunlight coming through her curtains.
She smiled, pushed herself up out of the bed and headed out of the room for breakfast. On the way though she stopped at the wide-open window to look down at Gotham City.