Author's Notes: here it is - my take on the Killing Joke scene between Batman and Batgirl. I recommend you rewatch the scene on youtube to get the most of it, I used the conversation that led to this scene as inspiration. I don't say this nearly enough - thank you all for your support and patience. We really appreciate it. Keep the requests coming and leave us a review or two :)

He didn't care. She knew he didn't care. So why did she. His voice was always the same - growling at her, barking orders. His body language never changed. Like he said, they were partners, not equals. So why did she care when he didn't. All he cared about was control. Control of Gotham, control of crime, control of... Her. To keep her safe. Maybe he did care.

Childish thoughts. Maybe he was right. Maybe this was a game to her. But now she didn't care. Barbara Gordon. Redheaded beauty in a tight black bat costume. Beneath her, the Batman himself. She'd taken him by surprise, the only way she could have landed a hit. Or he'd let her. Or she was stronger than she knew. She didn't care. She was on top now, she was in control. Batgirl and Batman. Who could resist that.

Her lips were red, like her hair, but darker, almost sinister. Her body was so slender, it barely registered as a weight on him. Her cheeks were coloured, he could see the warmth now that they were so close. And the ridge of her nose was lined with tiny almost invisible freckles. Her hands clasped to his cheeks, holding his head in place. She kissed him. She didn't care. He kissed her back. He cared.

His arms wrap around her. Warm and protective. Her petite body trembles in his grasp. Who can blame her. She shifts her weight to try and hide her nerves. His hands glide down her back and rest on her rear. She's not afraid. She won't let herself be. She's Batgirl. Barbara tears off her cape and cowl, tossing it aside. She wants him to see her face. To know it's her he's with. Partners but not equals.

His eyes on her. Just like she wants. Just like she's always wanted. She takes her time. Or she tries to. But her shirt is off in seconds. She grapples with her belt but the damn thing is stuck. Frustration grows as she tugs at it until she feels his hands clasp around her wrists. It's not to take control, just to help. She feels her breathing hasten as Batman unclasps her utility belt and pulls it away from her.

Batgirl made short work of the rest of her costume, straddling Batman's waist in just her underwear. She's not Batgirl anymore. She's Barbara Gordon. She almost thanks him for making her feel special but she holds her tongue. Tonight is a silent night. She's at the edge of the abyss and she wants to jump. Into his arms.

She's beautiful. She's always been beautiful. But never like this. The wind whipping through her ginger hair, the stars illuminating her smooth unbroken skin. His dark angel.

Barbara didn't even notice it happen. But his costume was gone. Except the cape and cowl. The mask was still up. She was still loving Batman. But now he was on top. Now he was in control. Perhaps he always was. His lips locked with hers again, and his hands started to roam her young body. She couldn't hide the trembling now.

She felt her bra torn away from her, more rough than she'd dared to imagine. He was right, this wasn't a game. It was the abyss. It was all or nothing and she was asking, no, begging for all. 2 bats together in the dark of night on a rooftop. Humanity stripped away to leave them both naked. Barbara felt the last barrier fall as he eased down her underwear to her ankles.

Before she could stop herself, her legs were spreading apart, letting him settle between them. Her thin smooth thighs pressed daringly against his sides. His eyes met hers. Even through the mask she could see the conflict. It hardened into resolve. No tenderness. No restraint. All or nothing. He slammed down into her.

Barbara gasped out, her head shooting backwards and his face dove into her exposed neck, kissing and biting on her soft flesh. He pummelled his hips down into hers and she wasn't trembling anymore: she was shaking uncontrollably. All four of her limbs clung desperately to his torso. She had no control now, she'd given it all away. Finally she knew how he felt.

His hands dug into her orange hair, clasping tightly, indelicately. It was like a demon had broken free from within him. It was like fire and ice both searing through her body at the same time. He released her hair and grabbed her wrists instead. Barbara's arms were stretched out above her head, pinned down helplessly. Her entire body bucked and spasmed as he drilled into her.

She felt like her chest could explode if her heart didn't stop thumping. Her entrance was throbbing and wet as he slid in and out of her without hesitation or restraint. The night surrounded them both. Batman and Batgirl. No. Not tonight. Not like this. Batman and Barbara. That was what this was. And she was his.

She shuddered as jolts of pleasure shot through her body and her pelvis went into spasm. He was finishing her. She could have screamed but she didn't. Silence. Silence tells no secrets. His mouth flew to hers and their tongues danced, marvelling in the chaos. For a moment Barbara looked into his eyes and she saw something she'd never seen before. Beyond the pain and the suffering. A future. Ticking away faster than seconds could count. Then her head flew backwards and her cry broke the silence. Orgasm filled her, both his and hers. Panting, sweat-coated and exhausted, he let her slump on the floor.

Time stopped and started like it just didn't care anymore. When did he wrap his cape around her shoulders? When did he get to his feet? When did he put his costume back on? When did she fall in love with the goddamn Batman?

He didn't look back. He cared too much. "This was a mistake." A simple statement. Barbara felt her anger rising again. "What?" She said as calmly as she could manage. "I made a mistake. I'm sorry." She didn't dare answer that out loud but her eyes told the story. "I have a duty of care." "Then care! Love!" she pleaded. "Love is an illusion. There is no love. Only the abyss."

When did she put her mask on? When did she stand up and look him in the eye? When did her fist connect with the side of his face? When did she start hating him? Since when did he have a duty of care? Batman and Batgirl. He didn't care because he cared too much.

When did she tell him she loved him? Never.