I'm not good at writing the action bits. I know that this is a big part of the Batman universe so I will try my best but my main focus is the relationship between Bruce and Barbara. There will still be some action.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Batman characters.

Bruce POV

My skin is on fire. As soon as we arrived back at the mansion I grabbed Barbara and ran her upstairs. My heart nearly jumped out of my throat when I heard the giggle escape her lips. She thought it was funny, how desperate I was for her, but she isn't laughing anymore. I feel her fingertips run down my back and grip the bottom of my shirt. Our lips only disconnect to remove it. When she goes for my belt I stop her. This isn't about me tonight, I want to make it about her. I untuck the sweater from her too sexy of a skirt and drag it over her head. Then I unbutton her skirt and slide it down her legs, our shoes were removed as soon as we entered my bedroom.

She's standing in from of me in a sexy as hell lingerie set. Only Barbara can make an ordinary burnt orange lingerie set look insanely sexy. I hate to imagine how I would react to her if she were to wear a corset or completely see-through lace. Her hands reach for my belt again and this time I let her. Soon we're only standing there in our underwear.

I grab her by the backs of her thighs and lift her so her legs wrap around my waist. As I lay her down on the bed and sense of awareness comes around me.

"Barb, are you sure you want this? I don't want to feel like we need to do anything."

She doesn't respond, she just reaches up and grabs my face before pulling it down to hers. I'm fully throbbing now, even my boxers are starting to become uncomfortable. When she arches into me, I reach around and unsnap her bra before sliding it down her arms. Her breasts are the perfect size, her nipples are a perfect pink, looking up at me with need. My mouth immediately covers one while my hand pulls on the other. She moans underneath me, sending a jolt through my cock. Her hips are bucking against me, looking for friction. I stand up at the edge of the bed, looking down at her while removing my boxers.

When she sees how big I am her eyes widen in hesitation. I quickly reassure her, but she doesn't seem convinced. I crawl up her legs grabbing her panties and dragging them down. She's beautifully pink and wet. I can't help the groan that leaves me as I see that she's also bare, completely smooth.

I kiss both of her thighs, slowly working my way closer to where she wants me most. As I lick up her slit, I feel her hands snake down and into my hair, slightly tugging. Without preamble, I spread her lips with my mouth and cover her with my tongue. The sound that comes out of her mouth could make a monk hard. She's tastes amazing, like honey and Barbara, the perfect mix. When I suck on her clit she grips my hair almost painfully, making me worry that she will rip out a few hairs, and moans out my name, making me almost come on the spot.

Not wanting to waste any longer, I crawl up her body and kiss her. She swirls her tongue with mine, sucking off her own arousal.

"I'm clean. Do I need a condom?" I pant into her mouth.

She shakes her head. "I'm on the shot."

I don't wait any longer, aligning myself up with her entrance. I slowly slide into her warm, wet heat, giving her a few seconds to adjust to me before moving. Every thrust of my hips are met by hers, starting slow before getting faster and faster. Her hands scratch down my back, hopefully leaving a few marks. I want to see the marks she leaves on my body, knowing that it was her who put them there. My mouth leaves a mark on her neck as I pound into her. I feel her insides start to quiver before her back arches and she lets out a loud moan of my name. Seeing Barbara, with her back arched, in the throes of ecstasy, triggers my orgasm.

I collapse beside her pulling her to my body. Not long after I hear her breathing even out, lulling me to sleep.

The sun streaming through my windows is what wakes me up the next morning. Turning over, I notice that Barbara's body isn't lying next to me. Thinking that she had left, I put on a pair of sweats before heading to the downstairs for a cup of coffee. Entering the kitchen, the smell of pancakes and bacon hits me. There she is, standing at the stove making eggs in my dress shirt. I'm pleased to see that she doesn't have anything underneath it. The relief that runs through me when I see her brings a strange emotion to me. I've never had this before, someone other than Alfred making my breakfast.

Walking up to her, I wrap my arms around her waist, resting my cheek on her head. She tenses for a moment before leaning in to me, a contented sigh leaving her lips. I smile against her hair before my arms slowly snake down to the hem of my shirt. Sliding my hands up a feel her breath hitch as I begin to explore with my hands.

"Is Alfred here?"

I don't what him walking in on us.

"No, he left a note saying he went to go get some stuff from the store."

As soon as she confirms that Alfred will not interrupt us I cup her sex in my hand. I slowly circle her clit with my fingers.

"I like how wet you are, baby."

She moans before grabbing my wrist that is attached to my wandering hand. I leave her clit before sliding my hand down to her opening, pushing my fingers inside of her. Pushing my finger in and out of her, she continues to moan. The eggs on the stove are long forgetting as she's only thinking about the pleasure that I'm bringing her. She sags against me as she finally comes, her arousal soaking my palm. I lick my fingers clean before giving her a panty-dropping smile and grabbing two plates.

"That was mean."

I laugh at her pout before quickly kissing her on the lips. She dished up our plates before we sit down and begin to eat. We talk for what seems like hours when in reality, it's probably only been about 30 minutes. I don't know anyone else that I would converse this much with, it's just so easy to talk with her. We're the only people in the world right now and I know that she's just as ok with that as I am. I don't know what is going to happen after this day is over, but I hope that it doesn't end.

Barbara POV

The rest of the day is spent in the bed, whether we're making love, talking, or just staring at each other. What happens when he realizes that this was a mistake, that we should have never done this. I want to see where this could go. I know that Bruce has some issues, anyone would if they lost both of their parents when they were young. I just hope that he doesn't push me away.

We're getting ready for patrol tonight, I've got my suit on and I'm waiting for Bruce. When he walks out, he reaches for me before kissing me as his life depends on it. When we finally break away he grins at me before I break out laughing. This is just so unlike him.

He holds my hand as the Batmobile pulls out into the open road. After we park in an ally way and it locks, we make our way to the top of a building, looking down at Gotham for any suspicious activity. My radio attached to my suit suddenly blares, alerting us of a robbery at a jewelry store. We fire our grapples, heading towards the store. It's an easy takedown, two robbers stupid enough to try to attack the store.

That's how the rest of our night goes, robberies, occasional shootings. We haven't seen Joker for a week, which is normal. He'll pop up eventually and Bruce will play cat and mouse with him, put him in prison, only for him to escape and restart the pattern. On our way back to the Batmobile, I notice that Bruce seems more agitated than usual. I don't know if he's hurt or if he's nervous because of what happened to us. I feel my face fall as I realize that he doesn't want to mention what happened between us. We're going to pretend as if nothing happened and go on with our lives.

Getting into the passenger side, I look out the window, not wanting to see the guilt on his face.

"Barb?"

Looking over at Bruce I see not guilt but lust on his face.

"What?"

He doesn't respond, he grabs me and pulls me onto his lap before kissing me. I can't help the relief that seeps through me before kissing him back. My hands move to his utility belt, unsnapping it and tossing it onto my seat before I press myself down of his erection. I rub myself over him, back and forth, feeling as he hits that spot with his hips that makes my body drive crazy with need. His hands move to my pants and after some awkward jostling and laughing, we manage to get them off. I release him from his pants before situating him at my entrance and sliding down. Saying that he was packing was an understatement. I could feel him hitting my cervix, he was so fucking deep.

"Fuck, Bruce."

I slowly slide up on his cock, before slamming myself back down, a shot of pleasure running threw me. Grabbing my ass, Bruce pulls me to him.

"Baby, I need to you ride me."

Just his words alone and the fact that he called me baby almost makes me come on the spot. I do as he requested and begin moving up and down at a fast pace. His hands remained on my ass, helping me slam down on him as he rocks his hips up making me scream. He suddenly reaches up to lift my top up above my breast before pulling the cups of my bra down and taking a nipple in his mouth.

Both of our masks were still on, my top pulled up over my breasts, his pubic hair rubbing against my clit making me see stars.

"I need you to come, baby." He reached down to rub my clit, pinching it between his fingers. "Come."

His command triggers my release as I scream out his name before I feel him coat me, his hips jerking up into me before he relaxed.

I couldn't help the laugh the escaped my lips. He looked up at me in confusion, and I could kill myself for being weird right now.

"Sorry, I just can't believe that just happened. Batman fucked me in the Batmobile."

He laughed before pulling me close to him, wrapping his arms around me. I snuggled into him, breathing his scent in.

"That won't be the last time, baby. Get used to it."

We're back at the cave and dressed normally, Bruce is at the computer and I'm standing behind him. I'm nervous, where do we go from here. He said that it wasn't the last time in the Batmobile. Are we friends with benefits? Are we dating? What about-

"Come here."

I immediately walk into his arms, straddling his lap on the chair and resting my head on his shoulder.

"What are we doing here Bruce? I don't want you to think I expect anything from you but I don't know if I want to just forget about what happened."

"I don't want to forget either Barbara. I want to get to know you, take you to dinner, show you off at events, watch you fall apart beneath me." That last part made me blush. "Baby, I just want you."

Smiling, I kissed him, showing him what his words meant to me.

"Do you want to come over tomorrow? I can make dinner and we can maybe watch a movie."

Grinning, he kissed my nose. "I'd love to."

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