There wasn't much that could cause him to be dead to the world the moment his head hit his pillow. A chain of Justice League missions, particularly when magic was involved, seemed to do the trick, however.

The singular magic related mission of the past week was more annoying than anything. A miniature invasion of what Dr. Fate called "lesser chaos demons," to which he had them sent back to whatever realm they came from within a matter of a few hours. And chaos was inflicted. Mostly moderate inconveniences that kept the bulk of the league playing cleanup.

Add in a couple power battles and a near nuclear event and Bruce's entire team was running on reserve energy by the time there was a chance for rest. While Tim chose Titan Tower with the rest of his other team, Dick returned to Blüdhaven, and only Barbara continued to crash at the manor.

But crashing wasn't all she was doing.

Movement woke him. He was certain of that. His slumber had been so unusually deep, however, that he wasn't immediately sure what had moved to wake him. Then he felt the pressure on either side of his body as the bed moved, and he sensed something moving above him.

He instinctually grabbed at the figure above him and heard a gasp in a register he immediately recognized.

"Barbara?"

"Help me… please…" her voice was desperate, strained.

"What…" he stopped as he felt her move against him.

She was straddling him, seated just above his belly button, wearing a long loose shirt and apparently nothing much else. Air movement cooled his skin where she had rubbed against him, revealing how aroused she seemed to be.

A jolt of desire to his gut was immediately followed by concern.

"Barbara… why are you here?" he peered up into her face, partially covered by hair hanging between them.

"I… I tried to take care of it myself," her voice was small, breathy. "It worked the other nights. I… I don't know what's wrong with me. It won't stop."

"What won't stop?" He could smell her now. Musky, sweet, tangy. Added to her rocking motions and occasional shuddering above him, he was finding it harder to control his own body.

"I'm… my body is just…" she gasps as she rubs against him harder, and his hands grip her hips to keep her still. Or tries to. "I'm so turned on, and I don't know why." A frustrated whine is building in her voice. "It gets stronger through the day and then at night… I can't sleep until I get off." The last few words she says through gritted teeth before gasping as Bruce's fingers flex over her skin. "I tried… It won't go. I don't know what to do."

"Barbara… what you're asking…" he glanced down her body again, and her hands clutched at his. "What are you asking of me?"

"Anything," she gasps out. "I just need help. Please help me."

Her hips hitched again, causing her to rub against his chest harder. She moaned, and he couldn't help looking to where her shirt had ridden up to her hips. Her pussy visible to him in and out of shadow as she moved above him, glistening, puffy, perfect.

"Forgive me," he growled to no one as he released her hips and slid his arms under her legs to pull her forward. "Hold onto the headboard."

She straightened above him as she followed his lead. His slight stubble scraped along the insides of her thighs, and she let loose a high pitched keen as he gripped her hips above his head, pulling her down onto him.

He gave her one firm swipe of his tongue from her wet hole, dipping in to lap at the moisture before moving up to her clit, eliciting a deeper moan. From there, he began to suck with even pressure and swirling his tongue around it every few seconds until she was undulating above him. With her thighs around his ears, her sounds were muffled to him, but when he hummed against her slit, there was no mistaking her sharp gasps.

He was almost proud of how suddenly she went over the edge, tensing above him and grinding into his chin only a few minutes after he began. He conceded that she must have really been uncontrollably aroused when she came to him but gladly lapped up what he could as she came down, the moisture spilling over and running down onto his neck.

He released her hips as the shuddering gasps above him calmed, and she stiffly dismounted his face. She laid down next to him, hand at her chest as her breathing started to even out.

"Thank you," she whispered. "I'm so sorry… I'll leave as soon as I can catch my breath."

He wiped the remaining moisture from his neck and face before turning over the pillow under his head and pulling her back to his body. His arm wrapped around her as he directed her head to lie on his chest.

"You're fine," he whispered back to her. "Stay here. Rest. Tell me about this."

"The mission with Fate…" she yawned, and her eyelashes fluttered against his chest. "That night… I had to…"

When he glanced down at her, her eyes were closed and her breath even, passed out in a matter of seconds.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling, mind reeling over what had just happened. To top everything off, he was as hard as he could ever remember being and couldn't think of a single way to alleviate the pressure without disturbing her from the sleep that she so obviously needed.