Here's chapter 2

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Barbara POV

I wasn't focused, not that it mattered that much, but I should be paying attention to my dad talking about how lucky we were to have a caped crusader protecting Gotham. His mouth was moving, but my mind was miles away. I was lucky I didn't attract any major injuries last night.

It would probably have been very hard to cover up any bruises and cuts in this dress. Thinking about last night gets me off track, thinking about the way the armor on his suit hugged his abs. I wonder if he actually has a six-pack or if that's just for show. Does he have a V that leads down below to-

"Barbara! Were you listening to anything I was saying?" My Dad's voice luckily sidetracks me from my inappropriate thoughts.

"Sorry Dad, it was a long day at work so I'm a little tired."

Thankfully he buys it. If only he knew that the real reason I'm tired wasn't that my Editorial day job was tiring, but because his only daughter ran around the city at night fighting the criminals and escaping near-death experiences multiple times. There are many times that I wish I could tell my dad about Batgirl, but I know that it would end badly.

He would probably lock me away forever. I'm sure Batman wouldn't be against that and after last night, I might start watching my back. I know that he wouldn't kill me but Batman can make criminals shit their pants and I'm just a 21-year-old woman who reads books for a living. If he wanted me gone, he has a way of doing it.

*Flashback*

"Barbara, have a seat."

I had done it now. Batman isn't a big fan of being pushed aside, he's in charge and if you don't like it you could kiss your sorry ass goodbye. The problem with me is I would describe my self as a sort of a feminist woman.

I don't like being told what to do or being trampled just because I don't have a dick in between my legs. I think that's one of the reasons he kept me around, I wasn't a little girl, afraid of the real world. I could crush balls if I had to.

I decided to humor him and took a seat. My skull was practically burning from the fierce glare that was sent my way. It didn't scare me but sent a thrill through me. I was going to need my BOB later on tonight after this talk.

He started, "I am sick and tired of you undermining me and thinking that it is ok to completely disregard me. In case you forgot, I allowed you to be a part of this team. Your suit, all of your equipment, your training, is because of me. If you want to go get yourself killed, fine. But it won't be will your part of my team."

The fact that he thinks he made me pisses me off.

"You didn't make be Bruce! Sure, you helped out but I made me, I put in the work. I'm not some puppet for you to control!"

God, he could be an ass sometimes. An insanely sexy ass that could melt my panties off but still an ass.

"I worked hard to get where I am Bruce. If anything, I think I had to work even harder than Dick and Tim to earn your respect, which I still don't think I have! Just because I don't have a dick and am programed to me more emotional than men, doesn't make me any weaker."

I could tell that hit close to home for him, but I didn't care. If he wanted to act all high and mighty, fine, but I wasn't going to suck his dick just to make him feel better. Even if I wanted to.

*Flashback Ended*

After that conversation I walked out of the cave and headed home to my apartment, feeling ten times better about myself. His comment about Batgirl's existence was all because of him, hurt. I wasn't just some girl putting a costume on because she wanted to role play. I was there to make my home, my city, a safer place to live.

"Commissioner, nice to see you here tonight."

The deep baritone voice rang out, almost making me shiver. Almost. I wished I had brought an extra pair of panties because when I looked at him, I was pretty sure mine were ruined.

I've seen plenty of men wear tuxes before, but Bruce was in a whole other league. I sat silently as Dad reached out to shake his had.

"Mr. Wayne, it's nice to see you too. I wanted to thank you for your generous donation to the Police Department, we really appreciated it. Even though there are a bunch of people running around at night lightening our load, it still really helped."

Bruce made a donation to Dad? When? Why didn't he tell me? I didn't want to think about it too much.

"Dad, I'm just going to go get a drink at the bar."

"Sure sweetheart."

I didn't acknowledge Bruce as I kissed my father on the cheek and made my way over to the bar. I'm not a vain person, but I'm not blind either. I've seen the way men look at me.

I'm about 5'6", have an amazing figure that most women would kill to have, and red hair that goes down to the middle of my back. I was thinking of cutting it soon. Maybe a bob cut? I order straight vodka, never one for a light sugary drink and down it.

"Might want to slow down there before you burn your throat."

Bruce POV

She ignored me as I sat down on the stool next to her.

"Scotch."

The bartender nodded and went to get me my drink before I turned to face her. She wasn't looking at me but a could practically feel the rage vibrating off of her.

"I hope you don't mind. You looked tense."

She scoffs.

"I'm sorry Barbara for last night. I wasn't trying to offend you."

I don't apologize, not to anyone. I'm always right, but she's the only person that I would ever apologize to. Even if she was wrong, as long as she didn't look at me with that rage in her eyes that I see now.

I usually hate going to events like these. Most of the time I end up having to converse with people who want my money. Want the privilege of possibly being associated with the billionaire Bruce Wayne.

But when I saw her tonight, I knew it was all worth it. She was beautiful, in a floor-length, rose gold gown. Her hair was is voluminous curls, which wrapped around her ears showcasing beautiful rose gold earrings that she was wearing to match.

She didn't have a lot of makeup on, but Barbara didn't need it. She was that beautiful on her own. Her dress showed off her perfect figure.

It was modest, as her father was here. It was held up by two spaghetti straps, with a V neckline. The rose gold faded into white at the bottom of the gown. When she walked, her rose gold glitter ankle cuff heels sparkled in the many lights of the ballroom.

As she continued to ignore me, I decided that I might as well enjoy her company.

"Would you like to dance?"

As I reached out my hand I saw the surprise flash across her face. She stared at my empty hand for a moment, before slowly reaching out and taking it. I held her hand as I lead her to the floor, just as a rendition of Percy Sledge's When a Man Loves a Women starts to play. As we sway to the beat, a can feel her start to relax in the arms.

"I'm sorry to Bruce. I'm not trying to be such a bitch to you but I know how hard I worked to get where I am. I just feel like you don't really understand that."

I could curse myself for making her feel this way.

"I do understand Barbara, more than you know. I just don't want you to get hurt. But when you get reckless like that, it could put you in danger. I'll try to be a little more lenient towards you."

I felt like a thousand fireworks were going off as she rested her head on my shoulder. Not caring where we were, I kissed her head and rested my cheek against it. As the song came to a close, I stared into her eyes.

There was an emotion I hadn't seen in them before. Affection? Gratitude? Lust? I wanted to kiss her so badly, but she realized our surroundings and stepped back.

I wanted to pull her back in my arms. Kiss her, have her, make her scream my name in the throes of passion, but I couldn't. She was the daughter of the commissioner, she was Batgirl, and I was a dark man, a rich kid with issues.

"Thank you for the dance, Bruce."

Barbara POV

I couldn't help the cleansing breath I took as I walked away from Bruce. My legs seemed shaky and I felt as if the whole room could see how damp my panties were right now. I approached Dad, hoping he hadn't noticed my very close dance with Bruce Wayne. He seemed to be too busy chatting with one of the officers at the department. He noticed me just as I stood next to him.

"Hey, sweet pea. Do you feel ok? You're looking a little flushed."

He frowned in concern. I'm fine, except for the fact that my panties were currently drenched and I had officially decided to make a last-minute date with BOB. But I couldn't tell him that.

"I'm fine, Dad. I'm tired, so I think I'm going to head home."

I kissed his cheek before exchanging 'I Love You' and got into the limo. Dad usually hires two as I tend to leave a little earlier than him.

As soon as I got through the door of my apartment, I immediately headed to my bedroom for some much-needed relief. I wasn't needed at the cave tonight so I grabbed my toy. It looks like a small wand.

It has three settings on it, slow, medium, and high. My favorite thing about this toy was that the whole thing vibrated. As I finally laid on the bed naked, I turned the wand on to full power.

I didn't need to take things slow tonight. I was wound up enough as it was. I pressed the wand against my lips before slipping it through to press against my clit.

I imagined it was Bruce's mouth, humming as I pressed it harder against me. Instead of me walking away from Bruce after our dance tonight, we were in his bedroom with both of us naked and him in between my thighs. He continued to lick me from my opening, all the way up to my clit.

One of my hands found my breast as I pictured him pinching my nipples. I slowly inserted the want inside and immediately felt the effects. As I finally came, I whispered Bruce's name into my bedroom, still shaking as the aftershocks of my orgasm died away.

"Fuck."

This chapter was a lot longer than the first one. I will continue to do both POV of Bruce and Barbara as the story progresses.

I hope you like it!

Songs in this chapter: When a Man Loves A Women - Percy Sledge