chapter 9
The Batsuit took days to fix, and in those days, Barbara was just as desperate for attention as she had been. Many times she reached her hand down and began stroking her folds, plunging her fingers in and out of her, watching herself in the mirror, but no matter what she tried, she could never come. It was agonizing, almost painful and drained her of all energy and motivation.
She needed to be touched by another person.
On the fourth day, Harley wandered into Barbara's bedroom and sung "Da-da-da-da!" Dramatically as she held up the grey body suit to herself, posing it for Batgirl. "Looks pretty snazzy, huh?" Harley asked, winking. Barbara sat up, licking her lips, but didn't try to seduce Harley. She knew it would only get her into trouble.
"Why are you doing this?" She asked, instead.
Harley shrugged. "You'll see. Mr. J always has really good reasons for the things he does."
Batgirl nodded. "I suppose…" She stood up, walking slowly towards Harley, feeling the soft material between her fingers. "I haven't worn this in a long time."
"Which is a shame, cause it's pretty hot," Harley muttered under her breath, making Batgirl flush bright pink. Her nipples unconsciously hardened and Harley smiled slightly at the sight. "Ya know, I still like you, Baby Bat," Harley said with a wink. She tossed the suit over onto the bed and then stepped closer to Barbara, making her breathing increase. Harley seductively reached up and tweaked the redhead's nipples in her fingers, pressing her lips to hers gently. "I just can't act on it." She bit her lip innocently. "Bye, Little Bat." She waved with a smirk before leaving the room without another word. Batgirl's eyes fluttered and she leaned against the bedpost, her clit already aching to be touched. She grinded against the wood of the post for a moment before moaning. She knew it wouldn't work. She couldn't come by herself anymore. With a depressed sigh, she looked down at the Batgirl suit laying on the bed, tracing it with her fingers. Could she even put it on again?
It didn't feel like it would be right.
It felt a little bit like cheating.
Gnawing on the fleshy inside of her cheek, she picked it up and methodically began to pull it on, hesitant to turn around and look at herself in the mirror. When she did, her eyes widened. She looked the same, but so much different. She could see the difference in her eyes, the color of her skin and the way she stood. She wasn't really Batgirl anymore. She didn't even feel like Barbara Gordon anymore.
She took the cowl from the floor beside her, looking at it hesitantly before slipping it over her hair. She sighed. That looked a little better. She shivered. Why did they give her back her costume? What did it mean? Were they sending her back out? Didn't they worry she would tell Batman where they were? Or her father? There were so many questions and it was driving her insane. "Look at you," The Joker purred from the doorway. She hadn't realized she'd been being watched. "I must admit, I kind of missed the costume."
"Why did you give it back?" She squeaked, and the emotions flooded her. "Do you not want me anymore?" Tears spilled over her eyes and she wiped them off on her yellow gloves quickly. He tutted, shaking his head.
"No, Little Bat. That's not it at all," He cooed, walking up to her and sliding his hands down from her shoulders to her breasts and down to her hips, pulling her into him. She leaned into his chest, clutching his jacket sleeves.
"Let me stay," She whimpered. "I need you. You and Harley."
He shushed her. "We'll see each other again soon," He whispered in her ear. "I promise." She shuddered, leaning further into him, relaxing, even as tears fell down her cheeks and cowl. He was chuckling gently, resting his chin on top of her mask. "That's a good Baby Bat." Harley's boots clicked into the room and in her young, sweet voice she began to speak.
"Boss? It's time," Harley told him. The voice made Batgirl shiver. She loved being in the same room as them both. She felt so wanted, especially wrapped in the Joker's warm arms.
"Mm," He purred and she felt the vibrations in his chest. "Alright then." He released Batgirl and with a soft kiss on her forehead, he ushered her towards the door. Shivering, she walked outside of her bedroom, anxious about leaving. She didn't want to go. What were they doing? Just as she opened her mouth to speak, something hard and heavy slammed into the back of her head and she fell over, unconscious.
When Barbara Gordon woke up, she was curled up in the corner of an alleyway, positioned out of sight behind a green dumpster. She shivered, the thin body suit doing nothing to block the cold air. Standing up, she brushed the dirt and gravel off of her and looked around. It was dark except for the streetlights. Where was she? Where did they drop her? Why did they drop her?
Rubbing her arms, she decided to head to the one place she thought she could collect her bearings.
Wayne Manor. Of course, back to Harley and the Joker was her goal, and she'd love to see her father, but it was too soon and she needed to get her story straight. She needed answers for dozens of questions. Where did they take her? Why won't she accept a rape kit? How did you escape? Why didn't they kill you? Why do you have no serious injuries? What happened? She felt sick, tired, and needy. The only thing she wanted was to lay in her bed with Harley at one side and the Joker on the other.
When she exited the alley cautiously, she was glad to realize that she was only about ten blocks from the mansion, with a bit of extra walking down the extravagant driveway. She doubted that Bruce was awake, or even Alfred, but she knew how to get in through the basement. Through the Batcave. She felt like she didn't belong there anymore. It took almost an hour to get all the way there, and after she'd climbed the fence and ran around the entirety of the house, she finally arrived at the secret entrance. Scanning her body and eyes, the hidden door authorized her to pass into the cave. She was shaking by the time she was inside. The lights lit up as she walked in, and she was hit with a wave of nostalgia. Had it really only been a couple weeks since she'd been here? It felt like another life. Slipping off her cowl, she set it down on one of the numerous workbenches, followed by her gloves.
It was eerily quiet. Turning on the Batcomputer, she saw that it was after 2am. Bruce was most definitely asleep, not to mention Alfred. That was okay, though. She knew this house like the back of her hand. Her and Dick had spent a lot of time here and it was like a second home to the both of them. Dick. She felt another wave of sickness. She hadn't hardly thought about him once since she'd been gone and it was hard thinking about him now. How could she ever be with him after this? It wasn't that she didn't care for him but… Things had changed. A lot.
She made her way into the kitchen and filled a glass up with water, downing it in less than three long drinks, taking a long breath afterwards and wiping her mouth off on the back of her wrist. Just like Harley when she… No. She couldn't afford to think like that now. She was already aching with need, physically feeling the distance between them. How could they send her out here without even… God, how long had it been since she'd come? She was terrifyingly aware of how wet she was and the irritating need she felt was almost dizzying. Thinking anymore about Harley or the Joker would only send her into an even bigger depression. It would drive her purely crazy. She set the cup down in the basin and gripped the counter top with her hands, her knuckles turning white from the strain. She almost didn't hear the voice.
"Barbara?"
"Joker -" She said almost hopefully, turning around fast. She blinked when she remembered where she was. Bruce was standing at the other side of the kitchen, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. His hair was a tousled mess, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his chest bare. He looked at her again with a look of shock as he woke up more.
"Barbara," He gasped. "It's actually you." His voice was tight and pained and he rushed across the kitchen to scoop her up in his arms and twirl her around. When he set her down, he grabbed her face in both his hands and looked down into her eyes. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? How did you get out?" His questions were dizzying and he realized she was confused, so he slowed down. "Nevermind that. Come on, you look exhausted." She nodded and he put his strong arm around her waist, helping her towards the stairs. Eventually, he gave up and picked her up, letting her rest her head against his shoulder. Her other hand rested on the curve of his neck as she breathed in his scent. She had missed him. Even if she would rather be somewhere else, it didn't mean she still didn't care about Bruce.
When they reached one of the guest bedrooms - One reserved especially for Barbara, he set her down on the bed and left momentarily, only to return with a pile of clothes. She sat up as he handed them to her and he rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you need anything? A shower? A… Food?"
She shook her head softly and he nodded, turning to leave. "Bruce?" She asked.
"Yes?" He asked her, turning around.
"Will you stay in here with me?"
He frowned at her, but then it grew into a sympathetic smile. "Of course." She smiled back at him. Bruce shut the door softly, not to disturb Alfred or Barbara, and when he turned around he saw that she was already changing out of her Batsuit. He blinked and turned around, clearing his throat at her boldness. Diverting his eyes from her naked form, he walked around to the other side of the bed and sat down. "Do you want to talk about what happened?" He asked her. Barbara just shook her head, grabbing the t-shirt from the pile and pulling it over her head. She looked at herself in the mirror, ruffling her hair. Her eyes slowly slid over to Bruce in the mirror, looking at the taut muscles in his back and how they moved under the skin. She could see the faint scars lining his skin. She felt a familiar ache in her core. She was lusting after Bruce? She had never really found him attractive, before.
"Bruce?" She whispered again. He turned around, eyebrows raised in question and his eyes widened when he saw that she hadn't put on the pants he'd brought her.
"Barbara, what -" He asked, about to stand up.
"Bruce, just wait," She said again, crawling onto the bed and putting her hand on his shoulder. He looked so utterly confused as she slid her hand down his arm slowly. "Please. You said you'd stay."
"I don't understand what's going on, Barb," He said, his voice husky suddenly. He stood up, but didn't make a move to walk away. She walked closer, her palm sliding down from his shoulder over his pecs. She suddenly felt so emotional, so needy. She hadn't been touched in so long. It would only take a couple moments… He could forget about it, afterwards, right?
Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lip. "Bruce," She whispered. "Touch me?" She asked quietly. His brow was pulled low, his mouth parting to talk. "Don't say anything… It doesn't mean anything, just…" She let go of him and in one swift move she'd pulled the shirt from over her head, baring her breasts to the moonlight shining in from the window. He stared at her chest for a long few moments, his hand twitching and she could see the internal dilemma in his eyes. Reaching out a hand, she took his in hers and brought it up to her chest, using his hand to massage her breasts. She exhaled loudly. "Please," She whispered.
"What about Dick?" He whispered back, not moving his hand away when she let go.
"Don't speak, Bruce, please," She whimpered. "I need this."
He started to shake his head, almost backing up. "Barbara, this is wrong…" He said. Barbara felt him slipping away and the ache in between her thighs flared to life. Tears spilled over her cheeks. Passionately, she grabbed either side of his face and pulled him down to her, forcing his lips to hers. It started off slow and innocent, but when Barbara let her tongue stroke Bruce's, a low growl began in his chest and his hands wrapped themselves in her hair, pushing her back on the mattress and crawling over her. She moaned loudly, wrapping her thighs around his lower back and pressing her crotch against his sweatpants. She felt the slight hardness of his cock in his pants and wriggled against it, trying to get it at full mass.
Gasping loudly, she dug her nails into his shoulders and he grimaced, only pushing himself harder into her. He finally gave up his reluctance and his palms grabbed a hold of her breasts, rolling the nipples in between his fingers. She gasped quietly. It felt good, so good, to be touched again, but her chest ached knowing it wasn't who she truly wanted to be touched by. Bruce knew how to work with his hands, though, pinching and pulling her nipples just right, making her clit tingle. She anxiously worked to free his manhood of his sweatpants and he joined her, pushing them off quickly, kicking them behind him and he stood in all his glory before her. The moonlight shone down on them, showing the impressive length of his cock and she licked her lips. Finally. He kissed her again, this time softer as he moved his cock towards her entrance. "Come on," She panted into his mouth. "Give it to me."
With a grunt, he forced himself inside and he impaled her on his erection quickly, making her moan loudly and her pussy grab tight onto him. He shuddered at the feeling of her warm, wet entrance and began a slow and steady thrusting that made Barbara squeal.
"Faster," She begged him. "Please."
"God," He grunted as he sped up and she began forcing her hips against his to chase the pleasure. She moaned loudly as the girth of him stretched her open, igniting hundreds of neglected nerve endings. It felt wrong only being with one person and she desperately wished that Harley were here, for her to lick and kiss and suck. Her mouth felt so empty and useless. She grabbed Bruce's head and pulled it down to her lips.
"Hold still," She commanded, holding him steady and working his mouth by herself as he pounded into her swollen, hot cunt. She licked at his lips and tongue like she would Harley's pussy, making him shiver. Finally, he couldn't hold back and grabbed her shoulders, forcing her down as he threw his head back and began a rapid thrusting inside of her. She whimpered and knowing his cue, he reached down and rigorously began stroking her clit, making her scream. Her hands fisted in the sheets as her orgasm overtook her whole body, making her shudder beneath him as her back arched. Oh, it felt so good, so relieving. She called out words that she didn't understand as the delicious powerful high claimed her mind and body. When she finally relaxed and felt his seed spurting into her in harsh jets, she smiled, collapsing on the mattress. She felt Bruce's sweaty body roll away from her and she sighed contently.
Bruce's voice broke the peace. "You called me Joker."
It just had to end on a fucked up note. I realize Bat x Bat was not on everyone's wish list, but don't you worry, there's more creepy, fucked up smut to come, just the way we like it, eh boys and girls? You all seriously are my favorite people, and every review and read makes my day. I'll update again tomorrow!
