Hello readers! Real quick before we rejoin Batgirl, I wanted to answer some questions I've received in the comments. First, this actually is my first fanfic ever, so I really appreciate the kind words, comments, and suggestions for this story. I'm still trying to figure out how to actually even use this website, so please forgive any noob mistakes I might make. I wish there was a way in the comments to engage and respond directly to guest comments, so this is my work-around.

Second, do not fret dear readers! Batman and Batgirl's story is not over in a long shot, as will be teased at the end of this chapter. I have no plans yet on ending this story, so never fear, what Batgirl believes to be done and over with just might not be so :) Have fun!

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I made it back to my apartment around six and attempted to clean my dump of a studio in a frenzy. I gathered up stained mugs from the breakfast table, all from desperate cups of coffee in the morning, and threw them in the sink. Clothes laid absolutely everywhere, so I picked them up and forced them into my overstuffed laundry bag. At seven o'clock, I decided to actually fix myself up.

I ran a brush through my hair and used a curling wand to curl the ends and give my locks a little more life. I used my finger to add a dark red lip stain to my lips, and blotted the residual product onto my cheeks as a blush. I pulled a mascara wand through my lashes, then lathered lotion all over my skin for some much-needed moisture. Finally, I stood in front of my wardrobe. Hmm, what to wear for our first return to debauchery…

I was feeling particularly frisky. I opened a bottom dresser drawer where I found some old lingerie Dick bought for me years ago as a joke. I'd never actually worn them… until now. I chose a slinky silk red slip that was just transparent enough to see I wasn't wearing any underwear. The lace cups hugged my breasts perfectly. I was afraid the color would clash with my red hair, but as I surveyed myself in the mirror, twisting and turning to get a look at all angles, I realized it didn't. At all.

I heard a knock on the door. He was early. I glanced at the clock on my nightstand that read 7:45pm. I grabbed my lounging kimono and snaked my arms into them, situating it so it hung just off my shoulders with my lingerie in full view — a little enticement for Jason. I threw my hair over one shoulder and laid it just so before reaching out to open the door.

"Dick!" I yelled out in surprise. There Dick was, standing in front of my door, a look of wild surprise on his face. His eyes took me in from my actually-tame hair down to my half-naked body. I quickly closed my kimono and tied it tight around me. "What are you doing here?!"

"Uh… I-I wanted to talk to you," he said flustered. "But I can see you're busy."

"No, no, come in!" I said, grasping to take control of the situation and bring it to normality. My voice was too loud. "What's up?" I pulled him inside and shut the door.

"Well," he said, his arm rubbing the back of his neck as he always does when he's going out on the line. A pang in my heart resounded as I realized he was going to ask if we could give us another shot.

"Well, I came over to say Starfire and I have started dating." His bright blue eyes finally looked into mine.

I stood there stunned. I… didn't know what to feel. It's not like I wanted to get back together with Dick. But I didn't necessarily want him to go find someone else. Plus, I always thought that maybe… just maybe in the future, we'd figure out how to do this right. We have so much history — we're not something to just throw away.

But that was silly of me to think. I was standing there in red lingerie, waiting for basically Dick's brother to show up for a night of wild sex. I had no right to say anything.

"That's great, Dick," I said, forcing a smile across my lips. "Starfire is great. I'm really happy for you two."

"I knew you'd think so, Babs," he said. "You know I value your opinion more than anyone. Starfire knew you'd be okay with it, she kept telling me you were such a cool girl, and there was no way you would think anything other than…"

Dick's voice trailed off in my brain as my mind wandered to exactly where I didn't want it to go. I began reminiscing of all the times Dick was just an amazing boyfriend/friend/person to me. The way he'd hug my shoulders and kiss the top of my head affectionately. How protective he would be of me out on the field — always knocking away thugs before they could reach me, even though I could've taken them easily. (I eventually had to start doing the same thing to him before he would stop.) How he'd sneak into this very apartment after a night in Blüdhaven and grab me from behind, slowly touching my body and smelling my hair before pushing me onto my bed…

"Barbara?"

I shook my mind awake. "Yes! Yes… what was that?" I had to keep it together. He wasn't mine to claim, I knew that.

His hand reached back to rub his neck again. "I said, are you waiting for someone? Or…" he peeked up through his dark hair. "I mean, was this for me?" He gestured vaguely to my general state.

"I…" I began, unsure of what to say.

"Nope," a voice said from the doorway. "It's for me." Jason stood by the door, looking smug and triumphant in front of his brother. I could see Dick trying to hide his shock as he looked from him to me. I felt my face flame hotter than I'm sure it ever had before. I never ever expected to reveal my purely sexual relationship with Jason to anyone, let alone my ex-boyfriend while I was dressed like this and under these general amazing circumstances.

"When.. what are…" Dick stuttered as Jason watched in glee, "Are you two dating? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Now it was Jason's turn to look uncomfortable. I decided to take ownership of not only this situation, but Jason and mine's relationship.

"We aren't dating, we're just sleeping with each other," I said straight-faced. Dick's eyebrows raised. Jason smiled, relaxed, and put an arm over my shoulder.

"That's right, honey," he said, looking me up and down. "This little sexpot is mine to enjoy. Just like I am hers to enjoy. Now if you don't mind." Dick quickly closed his gaping mouth and started shooting daggers at Jason, who just smiled and held me tighter. I shook him off, irritated by his blatant arrogance. I grabbed Dick's arm and walked him back to the door.

"I really am happy for you, dude," I said. "I'll catch you at the Manor tomorrow for dinner, okay?" Alfred insisted on all of us having dinner together once a week. A way of bonding when we weren't beating in bad guys' heads. I didn't mind it, but some of the boys were harder to persuade.

"Uh, yeah, um, okay," Dick mumbled over his shoulder. "See you tomorrow." Finally, I closed the door behind him. I walked over to the couch and collapsed on it with a sigh. I laid the back of my hand on my forehead, staring at my ceiling fan.

"Well, that went terribly," I said.

"I thought it went great!" Jason exclaimed, opening a bottle of white wine he had pulled from his bag — my favorite. Of course when he said he would bring food, he really meant alcohol. I didn't even care at this point. I took the glass, shooting him a look of gratitude.

"He said he's dating Starfire," I said, taking a deep gulp of delicious sauvignon blanc. "Since when did they start liking each other?"

"Dick has a crush on every female hero at any given time," Jason said. "He just waits for them to come to him. He's not as innocent as everyone thinks."

"Really?" I said taking another long drink before filling my glass again.

"Even when you two were dating, he was always talking and flirting with other girls: Zatanna, Starfire, Rocket. I'm surprised you never noticed," Jason said, lighting a cigarette.

"Jason, please, not inside," I said. He rolled his eyes and pushed himself off his seat. As I downed another glass, he opened the window, leaning against the frame.

"He's not a cheater or anything, he just has one of those personalities," I said, mostly to myself. "He's friendly and charismatic, women just respond to that." Jason scoffed.

"He's a womanizer!" Jason drawled, as if I was stupid. "You girls believe what you want to believe just so you can get in his pants, or he can get into yours, or whatever." He rolled his eyes, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth.

I downed my third glass of wine, then rested my head against the back of the couch and stared at the ceiling. I could feel the alcohol running through my system now. My vision was starting to go hazy around the edges, and my thought process about Dick slowed down.

Jason watched me from the window. He flicked his cigarette outside and plopped down beside me.

"Why do you even care?" He asked. Why did I care? It always did secretly bug me when he flirted with the other girls. But when we were exclusive with each other, he treated me like I was the only girl in the world. I couldn't take Jason's word about him; he was too competitive with his brother. Plus, it's not like I didn't joke around with the guys all the time too. With Jason, especially. Is it possible Dick felt insecure about me, so he went out of his way to have girl friends? Or was Jason right, and Dick was just dating his way through all the female superheroes? Well, I was sleeping my way through the male "bat heroes," so maybe we did deserve each other.

Enough of this. How about I sleep with the one guy who actually wants to sleep with me?

I turned to face him.

"I don't care." I stood up and straddled him where he sat up on the couch. I slowly untied my kimono and let it drop to the floor. There my body was in all of its red lingerie-clad glory.

"Jesus Christ," Jason breathed. I smiled, biting my lip. The alcohol was really seeping its way into my brain now. I watched myself become more silly and embarrassingly giggly as I slowly grinded my lower body on Jason, who just watched me, mesmerized, his arms spread out beside him. I heard myself let out soft grunts and groans as I lap danced my bouncing chest closer and closer to Jason, enticing him slowly.

"My god, Barbie," he muttered, staring directly at my moving bosom. He immediately reached out and pressed his face into my breasts so they smothered his face. I giggled idiotically when I felt his tongue lazily lap between them, then lick each one in turn as he pressed them together so they spilled out of my delicate covering.

"Oh god," he murmured into my cleavage, "I want to come all over these." I immediately felt a heat in between my legs and a thrill run through my chest. I really wanted that too. I pulled his face from my chest and looked into his half-lidded eyes. I held his face for a second before moving my fingers over his lips. He gave a playful snarl and nipped at my fingers.

"Eek!" I laughed. I brought the fingers back slowly and pushed three of my fingers into his mouth. His green eyes locked onto mine as I pulled them in and out and felt aroused by the wetness of his mouth. His strong tongue worked in between my fingers, then his lips sucked on one or two at a time. The sensations were strangely erotic, and in my drunken stupor, I just watched with my own hypnotized gaze. With my fingers still in his mouth, I brought my mouth down on his. Our kiss was a tangle of fingers and tongues, until I pulled them away to unzip his pants.

Our lips were locked as he grabbed my bottom and lifted me up while pushing himself off the couch. With my legs wrapped around his waist, he walked to the nearest wall and roughly pushed me against it. I kissed him deeply, our heads moving against each other, my tongue probing deeply into his mouth as our breaths quickened. I gently set my feet on the ground and tore his jacket off him. I wanted to see his body this time. All of it.

He pulled his white t-shirt off, and I stared at his beautiful body in the dim evening light. Fuck me, he was gorgeous. My hands reached out to touch his toned muscles, his abdomen, his shoulders — all covered in scars and even a bruise or two. I wanted to lick each and every scar as if it would somehow heal them. I finally looked into his slightly amused face; a half smile with what actually seemed like warmth behind his eyes. There was something comforting in his gaze. And I never thought I would say that. My moment of clarity was clouded by the alcohol again, and I knelt down to pull down his pants. My hands ran against something hard and lumpy. A gun? Several guns! Two at his waist, one on his ankle, and one on his thigh.

"Are you frisking me?" He called down from above.

"It's hard not to!" I said a bit too loud. "Could you be carrying more guns?!" He laughed heartily.

"It's a force of habit," he said. "Now come back up here." I finally removed all the guns and ripped his pants down and off of him.

"No, I think I'll stay down here." I said softly. I looked up and actually caught him smiling excitedly. Boys are so easily pleased.

I reached into his navy boxer briefs and pulled out his large erection. Jason reached out his arm to lean against the wall behind me and watch me work. I never cared too much about sizes of penises — as long as it was within the range of "big enough to feel something" and "if this was any bigger you would literally tear me in half" I was content. And yes, Jason made me very content. I slipped the head into my mouth, giving the whole shaft a good mouthful just to get it all wet and moist. From above I heard Jason swear under his breath. Then I focused on different sections: first the front of the shaft, then the back, the sides, and the tip of the head. I licked and sucked, moaning into the skin, absolutely covering his erection in saliva. The more I went on, the sloppier I got, and the more aroused noises I could hear from Jason above me. My tongue covered and weaved its way over the his skin, my mouth sucking and taking in his whole shaft at once, over and over. After several minutes I pulled away, gasping for air, and looked down to see a string of saliva connecting him to my mouth. I looked up to see Jason watching intently, his teeth gritted, and his brow furrowed over his handsome, tense face. I could also see his fist on the wall tightened so hard, his knuckles were white.

As soon as I caught my breath I felt his other hand tangle its way into the back of my hair. After a quick glance of approval (again, there was that good guy deep deep down) he guided my mouth back onto his erection. First slow and steady, he pushed my head towards him and his hips forward so his member went completely into my mouth and down my throat. I kept my gag reflex in check.

Then Jason began to speed up. I felt myself be completely at his mercy as he gripped my hair hard, bunching it in his hand as he face fucked me. Gargled, wet noises escaped my mouth as I blinked away the tears gathering at my eyes from the force. Over and over and over again, until—

"Fuck!" Jason yelled, face red from the built up tension. He released my head, and I couldn't help but cough and sputter before he reached down and picked me up by gripping the outside of my shoulders. I looked into his crazed eyes and smiled arrogantly, saliva and pre-come glistening on my lips and chin.

"Had enough, Rrred?" I said, slurring slightly. He chuckled darkly.

"You're gonna wish you hadn't said that," he said, running a quick hand through his black hair and white stripe, which now stuck up wildly from all the sweat. He twirled me around and pushed me down over the arm of my couch. It was just tall enough so my hips hung up in the air. I pulled my couch pillows over to help cushion and support my chest and head as Jason stuck his face into my pussy area. He touched and caressed furiously, bathing my area with his wet tongue while gripping my butt cheeks with firm fingers.

Suddenly, I felt a firm hand smack my right butt cheek. I yelped in surprise.

"Tell me when you've had enough," he drawled. He said it in such a way where I knew he wouldn't stop even if I asked him. Stubbornly I took each slap until my cheeks felt numb. Then suddenly the next slap felt good. And the next one felt even better. Each one now reverberated down to my center, ringing a bell within me that silently called for Jason to enter me. Gasps and moans now escaped my lips with each hit, and I knew my butt cheeks, revealed plainly through my lingerie, burned as red my hair. I tried to push my groin into the couch, hoping to stimulate my clitoris. I needed him in me. Now. I needed release.

"Do you like it?" Jason asked with a quiet intensity. Slap.

"Yes," I almost whispered.

"Do you want more?" He growled, devilishly. I looked over my shoulder. He brooded over me, a dark figure with tensed muscles and sweat glistening on his shoulders.

"Yes." Slap.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He asked quietly, wrapping my long hair around his fist. I felt the tug on my head.

"I do," I whispered.

"You do what?" He said, pulling out a condom and tearing it open with his teeth.

"I want you to fuck me." I croaked out, raising my hips invitingly.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" He said louder, giving my ass one more hard slap. I yelped in pleasurable pain.

"You!" I almost yelled. "You, Jason Todd, you, please!" With a satisfied grin, he pushed himself into me and I gasped wide-eyed. There was no warm-up this time. He immediately started pounding me over and over, grunting loudly. I could hear him muttering quietly to himself.

"That's right, Batgirl," he said quietly. "You want Red Hood. Only Red Hood. Take it." I didn't analyze his narration and instead tried to navigate being tossed into the deep end of this pleasure pool. I felt so much all at once, I was almost too stimulated. I gasped and writhed underneath him as he fucked me from behind powerfully. Jesus, he really filled me up. He pulled my head up by my hair, filling me with a pleasant pain, and my clitoris was being stimulated by being rubbed up against the couch as Jason pounded in and out of me. Soon enough, I could feel my orgasm rising from within me.

"Fuck, yes," I croaked out aggressively. "Go, Jason, keep going, just like that." Jason sustained his rhythm with a cry of pleasure and ecstasy.

"Ahhhrgh!" I cried in orgasm, unable to control the sounds that came out of my mouth. I heard Jason behind me groan in response to my finish. I was just coming down to Earth from my high, lying face first in a pillow, when Jason pulled out of me quick. I exclaimed in surprise at the feeling. I got up and turned around.

"Get down on the ground, Barbie," Jason said, ripping the condom off and tossing it aside. He immediately started stroking his erection that looked ready to burst.

"Quickly," he said, his voice strained. My mind caught up with my actions, and I understood what he wanted to do. I quickly lamented the ruining of my red lingerie, and after some quick decision-making I carefully, but so speedily, jumped out of my lingerie — quicker than I had ever changed into my Batgirl costume.

Stark naked, I swiftly kneeled down under Jason and watched his contorting face, perfectly fit body under glistening sweat, and large dick being stroked furiously closer and closer to me. Seeing my slim, naked body presented in front of him was enough, and with a grunt and a shudder he came. White, warm ejaculate hit my breasts, dripping down onto my stomach. Jason watched, lips parted and cheeks ruddied. His eyes flew up to mine when I took the last few spurts in my mouth. I wrapped my lips around the head and swallowed up everything that was left, and Jason's mouth opened in complete pleasure.

With one last grunt, he fell down to his knees in front of me. Naked and spent, we both stretched out on the floor side my side and revelled in silence.

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Somehow we had managed to make our way into my bed. I even managed to clean myself up, though I can barely remember how. It was now 1:05am according to my bedside table clock, and a familiar sound was buzzing in my ears. My phone. I quickly looked over at Jason who was sleeping next to me peacefully. I almost never get to see his face so at rest, so content. In this moonlit night he even looked a little happy.

I didn't have any more time to contemplate, because I now recognized that specific sound and vibration — it was Batman calling about a mission. He only called when we weren't wearing our communicators in our ears, and I ditched mine much earlier in the night. I had a feeling Jason had too. I snuck out of bed, still naked and body aching, and tiptoed to the kitchen where I had left my phone on the counter. I quietly cleared my throat.

"Batgirl here," I said in my most level, professional voice

"We have a situation at the Belvedere Hotel," he said, his voice urgent. I could hear the powerful sound of the Batmobile in the background, and I knew he was speeding into the city at this very moment.

"The Joker and Harley Quinn are wreaking havoc there and stealing valuables from the hotel and their clientele. I'll meet you there ASAP," he said in his commanding, booming voice. I peeked over at Jason, passed out on my bed, and wondered if I should wake him up to come with. He never passed up an opportunity to bash the Joker's face in, for obvious reasons. But Batman answered my question for me.

After a beat, he muttered with quiet authority: "It's just you and me tonight." Then he hung up. I put the phone down slowly in surprise. We hadn't done a job together, just us, since that night in the alleyway hiding from Two-Face. Even after my most recent encounter with Jason, I couldn't quite quell the hopeful excitement in my stomach.

I shoved it down. I had to be reasonable here. Enough time had passed by now that we could take on a job together, alone. And Batman knew that, and that's why he only wanted me on this case. Right?

"It's just you and me tonight." The way he said it… made me consider otherwise. I swiftly grabbed my underwear and Batsuit and zipped it up. My current suit was all-black apart from my yellow gauntlets, belt, inner cape, and yellow bat symbol on my chest. I draped my cape over my shoulders and connected it to my cowl, which I then pulled my hair through. Oh god, I smelled like wine and sex. Maybe my travel time to the hotel will get rid of that aroma.

I checked to make sure my belt was stocked up, popped a breath strip in my mouth, then silently went through the door to my balcony. After a quick stretch of my legs (and yes, my groin too, which was feeling particularly sore) I leapt off my balcony and into the night.

Looks like me, Batman, Joker and Harley have a double date.