chapter 9
Barbara Gordon met up with Dick at GSF fairly quickly. Since the time was getting so late, the manager's office was closed down and the lights were off. Barbara sighed, exasperated, when she realized they were going to have to break in. "Come on," Dick said. "We've got, what, ten, fifteen minutes before the cops get here once the alarm goes off."
"Can't we find some way to bypass the alarm?"
"It's not like a trip wire," He said sarcastically. "If we pick the lock, break a window… It's all the same. It's just a house security system. Getting in will be easy, but we've just got to find the files of who rents what."
"Should we wait for Bruce?" She asked, and her subconscious seemed to sneer.
Dick sighed, looking at his watch. "Let's give him a few more minutes."
"Okay," Barbara replied quitely. They were perched on top of the closest building to the storage facility. It was windy, but the night was quiet, which was odd for Gotham. Dick leaned over the side of the roof, watching the roads just in case Crane decided to show his face again (or mask, depending on which of his personalities was dominant right now). Barbara knew Crane had once been one of the most respected doctors in Gotham and was still a genius, but the effects of letting his other side, the Scarecrow, take over had resulted in the downfall and ultimate demise of his sanity. He wasn't completely insane, not the kind of person who can't function by themselves or sees visions or hears voices… He was completely aware of what he was doing and he didn't mind. He willingly let the Scarecrow taint him this way. Of course, the effects of his fear gas being sprayed onto him by the Batman last year hadn't made anything better. His longest stint in Arkham was nine months. He'd been released on the conditions that he worked with a probation officer and was guarded at all times, but his freedom had been restored… Up until one of his men delivered some of his fear gas to Crane's place of residence. He was quickly shipped back to the asylum for further rehabilitation and although the majority of Gotham knew that no amount of therapy would cure the Scarecrow, they didn't even consider locking him away in Blackgate. It seemed like cruel irony.
"There. Bruce is here. Come on." Dick jumped from the building, his grappled already hooked around the roof's wall and easily lowered himself down. Barbara followed suit, hopping down once she was close to the road. Bruce was gliding overhead into the lot, and once he landed he opened the gate for them with the automatic gate lock. They ran in quickly, wasting no time. The motion sensor lights turned on, but they weren't deterred. They had a job to do.
"Breaking and entering, or just entering?" Robin asked Bruce as they approached the manager's office. Bruce pondered it for a minute.
"We don't have much time," He said and without further explanation his fist (and arm spikes) slammed into the window, shattering the glass fragments all around them. An alarm started to beep loudly and an automated voice told them that the machine was calling 911. "Hurry. Fine those files."
Barbara jerked open the first file cabinet, her fingers deftly plucking through the manila folders, searching for names and addresses and information. The entire cabinet was useless. Anxiously, and looking at the clock, she continued with the next one. It was just moments later when Robin shouted, "I got it!" He flipped open the file and nodded after scanning the first page. "Let's get out of here." Barbara unlocked the door and they all started to run, Robin with the files in his hands in a tight grip. The sound of police sirens was loud in the background and Bruce cursed under his breath.
"Come on. Up high," He shouted. Barbara and Dick easily took hold of their grapple lines from where they'd left them and started to rise towards the roof, Bruce right beside them. They had just made it to the top when the first two cop cars showed up. Barbara exhaled loudly, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. Bruce held his hand out for the folder and Dick passed it to him without a word. Bruce started to scan the pages, flipping them every few minutes. "Robin, I need you to take these back to the Cave. I see your father down there. I'm going to have a word with him," He directed to Barbara.
"What do I do?" She asked defensively.
"Go home," He told her. "It's been a long night and you've got school."
"So does Dick," She replied, her brow lowering. Bruce gave her a look and she sighed, hating the authority they all knew he possessed. It angered her even more when he treated her like an inferior after all that they'd done together. She knew that it was irrational to expect him to suddenly treat her as an equal. It wasn't that Bruce wanted to be superior, particularly, but her and Dick had forced themselves into the group somewhat… She understood where he was coming from. The stress of taking care of two (practically) kids must have been tough. She decided not to press the subject. "Okay," She said finally, giving up.
Robin took the file back from Bruce and said, "I'll see you back at the Cave, Batman. Be careful going home, Babs," He told her, pulling her in close to him by her hip. She nodded up at him and Robin smiled down at her, tucking a piece of hair back from where it'd fallen through her cowl. He kissed her slowly and Barbara, in her flustered state decided that it'd be smart to rub it in Bruce's face. Her arms circled his neck and she pulled him closer, stepping up on her toes. Finally, Robin broke the kiss and with a final nod at Bruce, ran from the rooftop towards the next. It was silent for a moment after Dick left.
"Was that necessary?" He asked after a minute.
"Was what necessary?" She asked spitefully.
He gave her a look. "Barbara," He warned her in a low voice. "Don't fuck with me, and don't play dumb."
She scoffed. "I didn't realize it was a crime to kiss my boyfriend." She put emphasis on the last word and saw something flicker in Bruce's dark eyes.
"What has gotten into you? Is this about Selina coming back?" Barbara turned around, her hands on her hips. She didn't know what had gotten into her… That was the problem! She put one hand to her temple, breathing in deeply through her nose. Bruce's hand landed on her shoulder and he turned her around, looking down at her with narrowed eyes. Barbara sighed.
"I don't know," She replied as honestly as she could.
"I don't want anything to change, you know," He told her.
She almost laughed. "How is it supposed to not change? Selina is living with you. We all know about your history together and I know you've already slept with her since she came back." She hated the way the words tasted in her mouth. She had no right to be jealous… She never got this possessive with Dick, did she?
Bruce scowled, but more at himself. "I was drunk." He knew that didn't justify his actions, but at the same time he didn't think he needed to justify anything at all. His teeth grinded audibly. "Barbara, you don't even have any right to get upset! You're still fucking Robin, and we both know you aren't just going to break up with him so you can sleep with me guilt free."
Rage bubbled forth in Barbara's chest. "This isn't easy for me, Bruce! You're the one that decided it'd be smart to initiate this shit with me in the first place!"
"Maybe I shouldn't have," He hissed, turning around.
"Don't walk away from me," She called, grabbing his arm. He twirled back around and in a flash of black kevlar and material, he grabbed her, pulling her flesh against him and attacking her mouth with his own. It wasn't playful tongue tag, it was rough, angry, demanding kisses that left her breathless and light headed as her arms tightened around his neck and he grabbed her leg, hiking it up over his. His hand squeezed at her bottom while the other tangled in her hair. Barbara gasped against his lips, her hips jerking against her will up against him. Through the thin body suit she felt every thrust of her clit sliding across the armor. She wondered if he was hard under the suit. When he growled and jerked up her other leg, walking her backwards to push her against the door of the fire escape, his own hips rubbing between her legs, she knew he was. Barbara moaned against his ear, a wet, hot sound that made Bruce's jaw slacken with lust. She sucked his earlobe into her mouth, nibbling gently. "Fuck me, Batman," She gasped.
"Right here?" He questioned in a low, sexy voice.
"Right here. Right now," She whispered back.
"Jesus Christ, Barbara," He growled, releasing her legs and reaching behind her to unzip the body suit. He wasted no time pulling it down her legs until her bottom and warm cunt were exposed to the cold air. He freed his cock from the kevlar and pulled it out in his fist, breathing hard. Forcefully, he pushed her up against the same wall, pressing his body into her back. She was gasping wildly, her hands pressed up against the cement, her forehead resting on it. Barbara's breasts rubbed roughly against it and she moaned as the pocked, sharp concrete rubbed at her sensitive peaks. Bruce positioned his cock head at her pussy and then finally pushed forward, his hands gripping her hips as he pistoned into her.
"More… More…" She moaned loudly. Bruce smiled almost wickedly, his tongue tracing the warm skin of her neck. His hand slid across her face to hold her mouth closed and he whispered gently into her ear.
"Quiet, baby," He shushed. "Just in case."
Against his palm, she said in a muffled voice, "I can't help it. It feels so good, oh… Oh, fuck!" Bruce slid his hand down her stomach, pinching her swollen clitoris through the hood. She jerked roughly against him as she cried out loudly. The incomprehensible moans against his palm made his arousal flare wildly and he saw flashes of color as raw need took over him.
"Oh, yeah," He grunted as she tightened around him. "Come, baby," He whispered, biting her neck gently and then harder when her hand grabbed onto his, her fingers feeling his as he manipulated her pink button. Then her fingers continued further down to feel her entrance where he was pushing himself in and out of her. Bruce shuddered against her back, the feeling of her wet fingers touching his shaft as he fucked her almost too much for him too handle. The feeling of his orgasm was building and he gasped, digging his fingers into her hip bone painfully hard.
"Bruce," She gasped.
She reached up to take his hand and sucked his index finger into her mouth, sliding it back and forth into her mouth and stroking it with her tongue. He moaned gently into her ear, his eyes closing as his head rested against hers. He couldn't bring himself to say anything more, unable to focus on anything but fucking her pussy like an animal. He hardly realized it when she started to climax around him. Just as he felt his own orgasm rising, an image appeared into his eyes.
"Come on, Bruce," Selina gasped. "It's been too long without a fix." Bruce yanked her underwear down and forced himself inside her cunt, making Selina purr in pleasure, her back arching for him. Graceful fingers curled into his hair as he started to pump in and out of her pussy, his pelvis brushing against her soft dark curls. Selina's fingernails clawed into his back as she began to cry out in pleasure, mewling softly into his ear. Bruce grunted, slamming even harder into her.
Suddenly the pleasurable building sensation of his climax disappeared and he gasped, his cock pulling out as he backed away from her. Barbara balanced herself on the wall, turning around with wide eyes. "Bruce?"
Tucking his cock back into his boxers and fixing his armor, he pulled her close and kissed her. "I have to go. I'm sorry…"
"Bruce, what the hell?" She asked as he turned.
Batman turned to run from the roof and paused on the edge. "I'm sorry, Babs." Batman was suddenly gone from the roof in a loud whoosh of his cape in the wind. Batgirl breathed out loudly, leaning against the wall, her body still bared to the air. Her eyes sparked with what felt like tears but instead of feeling the same numb, confused way she had for days, instead a harsh wave of possessiveness flooded through her veins. As she got dressed, a twisted plan for dominance started to form in her mind. She'd finally found the one man that could truly pleasure her, that could match her and satisfy her and she knew he felt the same way. They were both confused. They both had other people in their lives. But Barbara was not going to let him slip through her fingers. Not now. There was a rush of heat throughout her loins and it was almost painful from the intensity. She'd just came and she already felt herself becoming terribly aroused at just the thought track.
"Fuck no, Selina," She whispered. Mocking Batman and his signature saying, as she positioned herself to glide from the roof she licked her lips and said, "I'm Batgirl."
I'M BATMAN! (Sadly I am not...) Evening guys! ;) How's it going? Hope this chapter was satisfying. Sorry ScarWitch, no Bruce Orgasm in this chapter! (It pained me, too.) Anywho, ready for my review responses?
Guest (1): I've been writing since I was about nine... I've been writing smut since I was twelve. I love writing so much! A veteran, yeah? Can't even explain how happy that made me. I love you. I wish DC had done something like this, but that's the beauty of fanfiction, I suppose!
ScarWitch: I'll let you in on a secret... I AM Stephen Hawking. Kidding, but really, thank youuuu! The naughty cosplay fucking thing made me think. It's kind of my dream that when I go to Comic Con in March and am dressed as Harley, I'll find a Joker and get to fuck him... Hm. That'd be nice. I'm a super jealous person too, I just try to pretend like I'm not and then BAM I turn into a crazy bitch, too. I feel you, man.
Guest (2): Self surgery Bruce... Oh, god, don't get me started. In the Dark Knight, I have a minigasm watching him give himself stitches. Self surgery is just amazing all around (and really fun to do). I can't resist making them fuck, and hopefully this story will be a bit longer so we don't need to worry about the last fuck for a while!
deadpool: Yes, Crane is! And I'd love to hear your theories. Spit em out, buddy. :) And ya know, your comments always are a huge confidence boost so thank you very much Deadpool. ;)
Natalie: I think everyone goes through a Dick/Babs faze. I know I did. I loved them! But I have a dark mind so normal and sweet relationships just don't cut it for me. You understand! :) I wish there was more Barbara Gordon smut on here. I love it so much! If you ever find anything good, let me know!
Guest (3): Thank YOU for reading and supporting me! 3
felicia: I plan on having some Bruce/Selina smut scenes so don't you worry. ;) ALL THE SMUT. I can't wait! I hope you enjoy the rest of the story!
WizardBDSM: I love where your mind is going with this. I'm not sure about the Batgirl becoming Catwoman thing, because I hadn't really thought about it! I like your point though about how Catwoman has always used her sexuality as a weapon, whether it's Batman or any unsuspecting schmuck. Barbara never does anything like that, cause she has her sass. Plus, good guys never bother to do that. Harley Quinn, Catwoman, Ivy and the rest are all in touch with their inner venus and since Batgirl is so sexy and perfect for that, why can't she be free to do the same? And thank you for saying that it's very well versed in BDSM. I love that kind of smut, and if you've read any of my other stories you'll know that a lot!
FANCYFANCY: What you said to WizardBDSM made lots of sense! You both had great points! Power comes in so many forms and being in charge of your sexuality, especially in situations like this is a very big one! And hm, lingerie... Could do something with that. My sister is getting married soon, and I'm planning her bachelorette party... We're all wearing lingerie! Can't wait to wear something Harley Quinn-ish! Oh gosh, Riddler and Ivy. That'd be insane!
BISHOP: Don't worry, I didn't take it that way at all! :) Plus, thank you so much for saying that. Insanely creative or just insane? Whhooo knnooowsss. And the idea about the Clark/Diana cameo... May have to throw that in! Bruce and Clark are best buddies after all. ;)
Guest (4): There IS more now! Aha. THANK YOU SO MUCH. I'm so happy I was able to create a fic that is pleasing to not only me but to all of you guys as well!
Guest (5): Adorable? Aw! Thank you! I just feel so wrong not thanking you guys. You have no clue how much your compliments mean to me! You need to know how precious you guys are! Besides, you guys have so many interesting questions and theories, I have to reply!
Shibu: Thank you! That is so awesome! Even though I know I have readers that get on here often to read this, it blew my mind to think that someone is actually talking about it. Like, to other people. It's crazy. Thank you so much.
RED: Girl, believe me, I know exactly how you feel! Writing this can be torture sometimes, because I constantly want to get off afterwards (or during) and half the time I'm not even home! I hope your 70 - 100 impending orgasms were Battastic. ;) Being batshit crazy is amazing, by the way, there is nothing wrong with that at all! I think the whole cheating concept is terribly erotic, and I'm glad you do too. You and WonderBabe are both routing for a Babs/Bruce and Clark/Diana story and I think the Lex Luthor idea is great. I've never written him though, but if I do end up trying, I'll have to watch a ton of Justice League or play a bunch more injustice to get into the Luthor Zone. The identity thing is a very good point to be brought up. That's one thing I always loved about Burton's Selina Kyle. Her and Bruce had a lot of romantic tension without the masks but they did too when they were in costume and had no idea who the other person was. I loved it! I'd definitely like to try that out! Oh God, coffee and apple pie sounds awesome right now. I may have to go make myself a cup right now...
WonderBabe: I'll definitely toss that around inside my brain! I love getting suggestions from you guys. If I can come up with something good, I'll try for sure. :D RED also had some ideas about that and if you didn't read the above comment, you totally should! Thank you so much for your praises. You make me so happy!
Guest (6): I try to take risks when I write, and when it pays off it feels absolutely amazing! Thank you for your review, you made me smile so big when I read it.
ebony: Oh, shucks. Stop it, you. ;) I hope this holds you over till the next update!
