Welcome back, readers! I first want to let you all know I've begun posting this story to Archive of Our Own per your request — thank you for the recommendation! I do like being able to read stories in their set-up with an option to read everything in one go (no flipping chapter to chapter). So if you prefer that, I'll see you over there (same name: Batgirl's Thrills) :) Now, this chapter has a lot of things going on and is actually Part One of a two part story, so there's a bit of set-up happening. But I hope it still satisfies. I totally understand any aversion to BabsxDick, its been done to death, but I hope you'll remain open-minded with this one. I've never written them together so I had to give it a go. As for Dick being boring, hopefully I can change that ;) As you can see from the title, something might be happening to dear old Dick.
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I was waiting for Jason on his bed in his grotty hideout somewhere in the slums of downtown Gotham. I could hear him in the hallway — he had just finished a job. He would never tell me the details, even if I asked. He says I'm too judgmental. He walked through the door, and I immediately saw blood over the front of his chest (none of it his), and his helmet was cracked down the side. He saw me with a start. His illuminated eyes took in my naked body with surprise— naked except for my domino mask — before he quickly shut the door and locked it behind him. I played casually with my cascading wavy hair that draped down over my shoulder.
"Well, well, well," he said, unhooking his belt and assorted arsenal off his body. "Looks like I got a bat problem. One of many in my life." I saw him drop several guns, a huge knife, electric pods, and his leg holster on the table by the door. I began to rub my legs together in anticipation.
"But you do have perfect timing. I just had the fight of my life and I need to work off some adrenaline," he said tearing his jacket off now and pulling off his helmet.
"Keep the mask on," I said when he reached for his own domino mask he wore under the helmet. He smiled. There was just something erotic about fucking in your work clothes. It was inherently wrong, in all the right ways. He tore off the rest of his clothes all while looking at my body up and down salaciously.
I swung my legs off the bed and stood up, then walked towards him slowly. I took in his tall, solid frame, his perfectly fit body, now bent over as he pulled his pants off his ankles. As he straightened up he grabbed me around the waist, so our naked bodies were up against each other — his already sweaty from whatever mission he just fulfilled. Our faces inches apart, I gazed into his white eyes behind a streak of white hair that had fallen in front of his face.
"To what do I owe this honor, Batgirl?" He squeezed me tight around my middle.
"I just couldn't stay away from your charming self a moment longer, Mr. Todd," I said. I could feel his boner hard against my thighs. "But I have to admit I also have a serious bone to pick with you."
"Oh?"
"Yeah…" I said nodding, with mock pity in my eyes. In one swift motion I escaped his grip, jabbed him backwards, and swept his feet from underneath him so he fell onto his bed.
"Ugh — Hey!" He yelled out as I quickly mounted him.
"Because you can't keep your mouth shut about what private activities we get up to, I'm going to have to gag you myself," I said.
"I — Mmph," he tried to say before I sat right down on his face.
Now I could revel in both my anger and my arousal. After a moment of surprise passed, he went to work. He licked my center, going slowly then quickly, focusing on my clit. His stubble gently chafed me, but I didn't mind. I shoved myself down on him as he tried to talk to me and ignored all muffled protests. I was pissed at him and Dick, and everyone else in the world at this point. He deserved this for selling me out to everyone at dinner last week.
"I can't believe you just blabbed everything, Jay." He gripped my ass roughly.
"It's not like I gave them intimate details," he gasped, freeing himself for air. "What, are you embarrassed of me or something?" I looked down and made eye contact with his masked eyes as his tongue gave a wide lick between my legs. I shuddered.
"Shut it—" I murmured, harshly. After a few seconds of distracted contemplation I responded. "Of course I'm not embarrassed. I just wanted us to have some discretion. Now everyone's going to be up in our business. Dick already jumped down my throat about it." He gave my ass a swift spank and licked right up and deep near my clit rapidly that made me cry out in pleasure. He abruptly pulled himself away again.
"What did that prick say?" He said in a low voice.
"I don't know... Be quiet, just focus," I said, pushing his face back to eat me out further. He moaned in pleasure as his tongue explored my pussy and inner thighs, coating them in glorious wetness. I sighed in content, holding onto the bed frame in front of me.
"I couldn't help myself, Barbie," he said after a few minutes of delightful pleasure.
"You never can," I muttered to myself. I thought about what Dick said. How Jason was only sleeping with me to piss him off. The last thing I think either of us wanted was to sit down and talk about what we were. If I even brought up what Dick said, I was sure Jason would think I wanted him to say he was sleeping with me because he liked me or something ridiculous like that. I admit it, I'm selfish. I didn't want to give up the sex.
I mean, why was I even questioning this? Dick just had to get in my head. As long as we were sleeping together and we could have fun and joke around, I was happy.
Right?
I stood up then and flipped around so I was facing his feet. I returned my pussy to Jason's mouth, then bent down to take his large erection in my mouth. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath.
"Woah, uhh yeah," he shuddered before returning to his work. I sucked him long and deep, giving my full effort. For some reason, the thought of losing Jason because of Dick's interference was both infuriating and strangely… frightening. Probably despite our best efforts, Jason and I have connected in a weird way. There was a darkness, a cynicism, a realism between us I didn't have with anyone else. Unlike the rest of the Batfamily, Red Hood wasn't so stringently careful and delicate about everything for the sake of our work. He was straightforward. He didn't give a fuck, and sometimes I didn't want to either.
I licked and took him deep in my throat until a guttural choking sound escaped my mouth. He moaned into me, sending vibrations down my body. I then began a steady thrust up and down, over and over, for as long as I possibly could, until Jason was cursing and tensing his abdomen beneath me. He pulled away from my pussy.
"Barbie… Barbie, stop, I'm gonna come," he said in a tense, restrained voice.
I didn't stop. I wanted him to know how good I was. How he'd miss this if he ever stopped or went away again.
"Stop, stop," he gasped. I basked in my control over arrogant Jason Todd. I keep sucking, moaning myself to make him heat up a bit more. I could hear his short breaths and soft groans escape his lips as he gripped my thighs and ass to ground him to earth.
"Aww, fuck, ughhahah ohh…" he came in my mouth, and warm hot jizz shot into my throat. I gave an initial swallow, then slowly sucked the rest up and off the tip, making it last as long as possible for him. He pressed his head back against the bed beneath him, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Oh my god," he breathed. I climbed back up by his side, resting my head on my hand and watching his reddened face while he came back down. He turned and looked at me.
"What's gotten into you?" He said, as if we didn't do this all the time. Maybe I was better than I thought.
"You, soon," I said with a sly smile. I motioned with my eyes to his penis. "So hurry up." He smiled back and grabbed me, bring my lips down to his.
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"Batgirl."
I barely stirred in bed, my naked body half covered by the blanket.
"Batgirl, come in."
Who was talking? I lifted my head. Oh man, I fell asleep at Jason's place. He was conked out right next to me, sleeping on his belly, face mashed against his pillow. I almost had to stifle a laugh. I saw dawn's first light peek its way through Jason's wafer-thin, discolored curtains. If Jason wasn't talking to me, who —
"Batgirl, are you there?" Oh my god. It was Bruce. He was talking in my communicator, which I neglected to take out of my ear last night after my patrol. I was so used to it being there I had forgotten about it.
"Batgirl here. What's up?" I croaked, hand to my ear. I cleared my throat. Is it possible Bruce heard Jason and I last night? Surely he wasn't monitoring me since I wasn't on duty…
"We have a situation," Batman said in his no-nonsense tone. If he did hear something, he wasn't giving anything away. "The Mad Hatter escaped from Arkham Asylum late last night and is posed to be a serious threat. Commissioner Gordon uncovered a message he left for us."
"Us?" I said. Usually The Mad Hatter was exclusively in Batman's Rogue's Gallery.
"Yes. It's addressed to all of us — including you, Dick, Tim, and Damian. For obvious reasons Jason has been left out." Of course, no one knows Red Hood is actually a former Robin except for us.
"I'll meet you at the Batcave ASAP," I said.
After a moment's hesitation, Bruce responded.
"I can see from your trackers you and Jason are together right now," my stomach flipped, sickeningly. "His communicator's off and I'd like him to join in. With all of us as potential targets here, Red Hood will be a good wild card to throw at him."
"Um… sure. Yes, I'll tell him," I said confirming my guiltiness. I heard a click, and knew Bruce ended our communication. Great.
I reached over and shook Jason awake.
"Jay… wake up. We gotta go." He groaned and brought his hand around to flip me the bird. I looked at him unamused. It looks like any semblance of an agreeable Jason was long gone with the night.
"The Mad Hatter is on the loose and Batman needs us to come in," I said, swinging my tired legs off the bed.
"I don't take orders from Batman," he said, his voice muffled by his pillow.
"Come on," I groaned. "Hatter's got it out for all of us in the Batfamily apart from you, so we need you as a surprise tactic." He slowly flipped around so he could lie on his back. I could see pillow creases imprinted on his cheek.
"Everyone apart from me, huh? I'm always the black sheep."
"You love it," I said offhandedly, standing up.
"I sure act that way, don't I?" He muttered to himself. I looked back at him surprised. His green eyes connected with mine for a half second before he pulled himself up. He cleared his throat.
"Let's go," he said.
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We splashed some water on our faces, brushed our teeth (I had to use Jason's toothbrush to his dismay: "What are you doing?" "Using your toothbrush. I didn't bring mine." "But that's gross." "Jay, I sucked your cock last night. Who knows where that's been." "This feels more intimate." "I can just stop sucking your cock then." "... Fine, just take it."), and headed outside to the dingy back alleyway where our bikes were parked. Mine was hidden behind some crates — I caught Jason shaking his head, chastising himself for not noticing last night.
In a gust of the early morning air, we took off towards Wayne Manor side-by-side on the nearly deserted road.
By the time we arrived in the Batcave, Dick and Tim were already there.
"It is way too early for this," Tim said, rubbing his eyes. "Since when do criminals start working in the mornings?"
"Technically, he started this last night," Dick said, spinning an escrima between his fingers. Tim brought a cup of coffee to his lips.
"Do you always have to be right?" He said, taking a sip. Dick shrugged.
Jason and I walked up the stairs to the computer bay where the rest of them were gathered.
"Don't worry," Jason called out, arms spread wide. "I am here to save the day, please save your applause and adoration 'till the end, thank you — that means you, Replacement." He pointed to Tim, who just rolled his eyes and took another sip of coffee.
"Where's Damian?" I said, as I grabbed a spare Batgirl suit from the hidden drawer against the Batcave wall.
"Alfred's forcing him to bathe, and thank god for that," Tim said. "Though he still needs adult supervision to get it done." He sniggered. I thought about Bruce and Alfred wrestling Damian into a bathtub and couldn't help but laugh myself.
"Speaking of, you two better hit the showers before we have our briefing," Dick said, stone-faced. Jason and I looked over at him. He just gazed right back and kept spinning his escrima stick. Admittedly, I did need to shower — real bad after last night.
I shrugged, refusing to get upset, and made for the showers in the back upper corner of the cave near the gym equipment. The showers were put in before Bruce added girls to the team, so there weren't any walls closing the area off. Which was never a real concern to me until right about now.
I could hear Jason catching up with me, already taking off his shirt. He jogged until he reached my side.
"He looks so pissed," Jason said in a low voice. "Bruce must have told him we were together. Let's shower together, it would be hilarious. Imagine his face!" He chuckled darkly.
"Jason, no," I pushed him off me. I felt a spasm of annoyance. This was prime evidence that Dick was right.
Jason took off his pants and underwear, flashed me a wink and climbed into his stall. There were two of them side by side with frosted glass, so I could see Jason's body as only a fuzzy shape. But he was defined enough so I knew exactly what I was looking at. I stepped into my stall and took off my clothes, throwing my shirt, bra, pants, underwear and socks over the stall door one by one. I washed my body in a hurry — I wanted to get out and changed before Bruce came back.
Just as I finished rinsing my hair, I heard his voice boom down the cave entrance stairs. Oh, damn. I turned off the water and opened my door slightly to grab the towel… that I forgot to put on the stool.
"Jason!" I hissed through the door. "Jason!"
He doubled back from his walk to the group, with only his bottom half wrapped in a towel, and stuck his head in my stall, making me lean away.
"Hmm?" He hummed innocently. I gave him a playful slap on the cheek.
"Stop that," I smiled. "Could you grab me a towel?"
"Mayyybe…" he drawled. But I saw his arm reach out and grab a fresh towel from the stack next to the mirror.
"Thank you," I said. But he jerked the towel out of my grip and stepped back. He held it out horizontally before him so I had to step outside for him to wrap me.
"Come on," he said shaking the towel like a matador.
"I'm gonna kill you," I growled, and quickly hopped out of the stall, covering my chest, praying no one was watching us. He wrapped his arms around me so I was trapped in the towel like a burrito, then glanced over to the computer bay. Dick was watching us, slyly, his arms crossed over his chest, while Bruce, Tim, and Damian chatted. At the last second, Bruce glanced over and held my gaze until Jason swung me around and kissed me deeply, to my complete shock and surprise.
It would have been a marvelous kiss if it wasn't for the time, place, and diabolical reason. I couldn't shove him away, or else the towel would drop to the floor. I had no choice but to stay still, but I wasn't going to let this go on.
His tongue swiftly pushed its way into my mouth, but I pulled my head back before anything else could happen.
"What the hell are you doing?" I whispered tersely.
"What, I can't share a kiss with my lover?" He held me tight, his face inches from mine.
"Jason, I'm sick of this," I whispered, attempting to shove him away. "You may only be sleeping with me to piss Dick off, but that's not why I'm sleeping with you. And if that's your only reason, then we can just be done right now." I felt my cheeks burning as I knew everyone in the cave was currently watching me. Thank god they couldn't hear me. His eyebrows raised in surprise of my quiet confessional. Then his brows furrowed, and his mouth curved into a frown.
"That's not why… wait, why are you sleeping with me then?" I ignored him and clumsily pulled my arms out of the towel so I could hold it up myself, grabbed my Batsuit and went into a changing stall. I didn't have time to stand there and come up with something to say. I had to get back to work and prove to everyone everything was completely normal.
By the time I got to the computer bay, everyone was already there and suited up, even Jason. I purposefully stood away from him. I was worried Damian or Tim would say something about us, but thank god Mr. Efficiency, Bruce Wayne, went right to business.
"Last night at 11:52pm, Mad Hatter escaped from Arkham Asylum using his trademark mind control microchips," Bruce said in his deep, rumbling voice. Behind him security camera footage played on the large monitor showing Mad Hatter being led out of his cell by a zombie guard who guided him with a light hand on his shoulder. Any guard who approached to question them got a swift hand to the neck, where a microchip got implanted.
"It is believed he got access to his microchips by a dirty prison guard — but I've already got that under control," he said with ominous power. He turned and clicked a button on the control panel.
"As you can see, after about two seconds of contact with the skin, there is no discernable chip on the victims," he zoomed in on a guard who was just slapped with a chip to the neck. "Mad Hatter has somehow formulated a kind of artificial cell growth on the chip itself so it blends seamlessly with the surrounding skin." We watched in impressed silence as a wave of flesh coated the thin silver chip, making it disappear before our eyes.
"Hmph. He's smarter than he looks," Damian said.
"As far as we know, the effects of this chip isn't any different from his previous mind control attempts. They simply do his bidding, though that has yet to be seen," Batman said.
"Do you have any reason to think otherwise?" Dick asked, his arms crossed over his blue Nightwing emblem.
"And why do all six of us have to be on this case?" Tim said.
"This is why," Batman pulled a piece of paper out of seemingly nowhere. I gingerly took it in my gloved hand — habit from my forensics classes. Handle evidence with care. It was a letter written in dark green ink over an illustrated page from Lewis Carroll's Alice's Adventures in Wonderland. That man was obsessed.
"It was left on the Bat signal sometime in the early hours of the morning. He hasn't surfaced since his escape, which is why we're meeting now," Batman said.
I read from the note out loud:
"You wouldn't let me have my love,
oh what a family we'd have had.
"My dearest Alice torn from me
by the claws of a bat — No, a man!
"He has his own family of rats
I shall meet them, yes, I will
"I'm not sick, I'm not dumb, I just fell in love
Bring your children or Gotham I'll kill.
"Then there's an address on here," I finished, checking the back side for any more information.
"Listen to him, trying to defend himself," Tim said with a scoff.
"What am I missing here?" Jason said. I looked at him and realized the Mad Hatter really made a name for himself after Jason "died" at the hands of Joker. Every time I remember that my heart hurts for a second.
"Hatter fell in love with a girl named Alice who was interning at his lab," I explained. "She was 15. He kidnapped her, convinced she was in love with him too even though she was just a kid. He used his mind control technology to make her... submissive, and…" I trailed off, looking away.
"He's a paedophile," Dick said harshly.
"It seems he believes if I would have let him be with Alice, they could have had a family together," Batman said. "Now he wants his revenge by ridding me of my family as well. So stay on your guard. He's out for blood."
"Well, I'm not afraid of this wack-job," Damian said, shaking the water out of his hair like a dog. "Let's get going, I love a good fight in the morning."
"Damian, Tim, you'll ride with me," Batman said. "Batgirl and Nightwing will ride together — Red Hood, you'll need to ride solo. We'll assess the situation once we get there, but I want you to stay hidden. It's clear Mad Hatter has become smarter. I don't want to take any chances." His eyes flashed to mine. I was struck by his gaze and couldn't help but wonder if he was worried about me.
"I'm doing you a favor old man, just remember that," Jason said pulling his helmet on.
As we strode towards the vehicles I prepared myself for the car ride with Dick. What was I going to say? Should I stay silent? What if he brought up Jason again? He clearly wasn't happy about us still.
"Batgirl," Bruce called out. I stopped in my tracks. I looked back and he motioned me over to the weapons bay of the cave. My heart began pounding mercilessly and I braced myself for whatever challenge awaited me now.
"I developed something for you with the help of Lucius," he said, pulling something out of a drawer. "I know you've been researching some new gadgets you'd like to develop, so I thought you could give this a try." He pushed a pair of fitted gloves and gauntlets into my hands.
I took them, speechless.
"They're the same as the ones you have now, but if you hit your fists together, they become electrified, similar to Nightwing's escrima sticks. That includes the blades of your gauntlets." He spoke fast, yet looked away from me, as if a little embarrassed. I, meanwhile, was oddly overcome with gratitude.
"Wow," I said, slowly removing my old gloves and pulling the new ones on. "Thank you, Bruce. I… I don't know what to say." Sure, Bruce gave us new gadgets all the time. But for some reason this one felt so much more personal. He had thought of me while we weren't together. He wanted to give this to me, and as far as I knew, only me.
I hit my fists together and thin bands across my knuckles sparked a purplish blue hue. I was thrilled. It wasn't often I received or thought up any creative weaponry, which is why I was brainstorming about it recently. I mean, Dick has his sticks, Damian, his blade, Tim, his staff, Jason, his guns I suppose, but I didn't have a standby weapon. Before I chalked it up to me being a master of all, like Bruce was, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want something more special. And Bruce gave that to me.
I couldn't help myself. I threw my arms around him in a hug. He jumped back slightly in alarm. He didn't go for much of the affectionate touching, but after a few seconds he relaxed.
"Thank you, Bruce. Truly." He actually went ahead and put his arms around me too.
"Just stay safe out there," he said in a low voice. I pulled away and looked at him. He never said anything about my safety before. But I just ignored it and nodded, two, now emotionless, faces looking at each other. He taught me well.
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"I want to say, I'm sorry."
We were driving towards Gotham at an ungodly speed, just how I liked it. Nightwing was next to me, strapped in, looking towards me now in the driver's seat. Even now, he always let me drive.
"I shouldn't have said that about you and Jason. I…. It's hard for me to see you two together," he said, now looking out the window. A wave of guilt washed over me. I could always count on Dick to come back and apologize once he had time to get out of the heat of the moment and think about things. He was a true leader and a genuine guy. He knew when he was wrong. And he knew how to be honest, even when it was hard to hear.
His honesty always made me more honest.
"I'm sorry too, Dick…" I quickly contemplated saying what I was thinking about saying next. Aw, what the hell. "There will always be a part of me that loves you, Grayson," I said softly, looking at him quickly. He glanced at me in surprise. "No matter what happens, I'll always care for you and also care about what you think. That includes what you think of Jason. But that also means I'll always be a little bit jealous," I said with a small yet somber smile. He smiled back.
"Starfire is a genuine girl," I heard myself say quietly. "I hope she makes you happy." Dick put a hand on my arm, affectionately.
"No one can replace you, Babs."
For some reason I felt like crying. Why did this feel so final? A small part of me still imagined, and maybe slightly hoped, we would find our way back to each other again. But now it was like we were saying goodbye. Well, I had thrown all caution to the wind already, so why not a little more?
"Dick," I said, hesitating slightly and keeping my eyes on the road in front of me. "Are we done?" My voice broke a little.
After a second, he reached a hand over to brush my cheek with his fingers.
"Oh, Barbara. With us, we're never done." I couldn't help but break a smile. A tear escaped down my cheek, which he wiped away tenderly. He clicked autopilot on the car and grabbed both sides of my face. I looked at him in awe.
Dick Grayson. I remember when he was just a kid. A pre-teen eagerly running alongside Batman, thinking every mission was just a simple adventure. He was annoying and cocky and so bull-headed. But even then I knew his spirit was pure, and his skills as a fighter and detective — phenomenal. His acrobatic skills made him such a different fighter than Batman; he moved with a kind of grace and finesse that looked more of an artform than simple brute force. He was only a few years younger than me, but you know maturity levels between men and women. It takes them a while to catch up.
When he hit 18, he changed. He became a man, one with goals, ambitions, and a clear understanding of who he wanted to be. He became Nightwing. And I, in turn, became infatuated. I always thought he was cute before, but this was different.
I remember our first time being together, back when he was working with his covert ops team of Aqualad, Artemis, Kid Flash, Miss Martian, and Superboy. I would join them later when the team expanded. Not too long after he became Nightwing he approached me and asked for my advice. I remember I was moving into my new apartment and Dick offered to help me. We had moved all my boxes in and my father, who was also helping out, left to go to the station. As we pulled kitchen items out of their boxes, he spoke out nervously.
"Hey Babs, I have a question for you." I opened the silverware drawer and started organizing the cutlery.
"Sure, shoot." His hand reached back to rub his neck in nervousness.
"Well, you know I'm transitioning into Nightwing now… Batman doesn't seem too excited about it. Did you ever think about branching out… outside of being Batman's sidekick?" I stopped sorting. I thought for a few seconds, really considering his question.
"Well, for me, not really," I answered honestly. "I think it's all about perspective. I never actually considered myself as Batman's sidekick. I saw myself as a team member fighting for a greater cause to help Gotham. Kind of like you and your teammates, Kid Flash and the rest. Batman is just my leader. But I also know this whole thing has been different for you and I. You, as Robin, were kind of positioned as a sidekick. And you knew he was training you to ultimately become Batman one day." I walked over to him and put a hand on his shoulder.
"But you're not Batman. You're your own hero. You have a different way of bringing good to this world, and that's okay. Don't question yourself, Dick. Plus, you're also a leader and a good one at that. You have so much in store for your future. I have so much faith in you." I smile warmly up at him. Yes, now Dick was taller than me, who would've thought. He smiled back.
"Thanks. I swear, you're the wisest person I know. You should join us on a mission some time. I'm sure Wally would be thrilled.
"Hah, thanks, but Gotham's enough for me right now." I considered my next action, knowing I was taking a risk. Was it bad to flirt with the boy you basically watched grow up?
"So would only Wally be thrilled, then?" I smiled coyly, leaning on the breakfast bar. He smiled his crooked smile back at me.
"Not at all," he said. "I would, in fact, be absolutely overwhelmed with joy."
"That sounds sarcastic," I said with a suspicious grin. He walked a pace towards me, closing the space between us.
"It's not," he said, his eyes growing serious. "You know, with all these changes, with Nightwing, and the covert team… it's really made me think about everything. Including you and I...," he said, looking everywhere but my eyes. I just nodded dumbly, actually shocked he was acknowledging our chemistry. We had only been friends until now… flirty friends who may have played a game of seven minutes of heaven back when he was Robin. But in true Batman-style, we had never communicated our feelings. Perhaps with his abandonment of the Bat mantle, other habits were being abandoned too.
"It's no secret. I like you Barbara," his eyes connected with mine. Seeing my curved smile, he reached out his arms to hold me in his grasp. God, he was handsome. His dark, unruly hair curled over his forehead above his bright, sapphire eyes. He had sharp cheekbones and the perfect mouth. One that was just asking to be kissed. And his voice… it was warm and boyish and deeply masculine at the same time. It sounded like home.
I caught myself staring at his mouth. I quickly looked away into his eyes. The air around us was charged and heavy with importance. It was also painfully aware for both of us that if one of us made the next move, things would never be the same between us. I could almost see the wheels turning in his head as he tried to make a decision, just as I was.
Suddenly I remembered the other day in the Batcave, I was watching him in awe as he trained with his escrima sticks, moving, gliding, conquering with his fast hits and jabs like it was the easiest thing in the world. It was so sexy, the way he confidently moved and attacked with precise skill and accuracy. I wanted to attack him right there — especially with his perfectly sculpted body in his new black and light blue suit.
But now will work just fine, too.
Literally one second before I was able to close the gap between us and finally kiss him — he did first. As our lips met, I felt a gush of adrenaline, like I was jumping off the highest skyscraper in Gotham. We were falling together, but it never felt more natural. His kiss was warm and soft and steady. He wrapped his arms around me, and I felt my hands reach up and wrap around his neck. He pulled me in close, our bodies right against each other. We kissed for a long time. When you wait this long for something, you don't want it to be over quick.
He lifted me up so my legs wrapped around his waist, and I couldn't help but laugh in glee. It was like I weighed nothing in his arms. He set me down on the kitchen counter — then we really went to town. The first barrier was broken, and we weren't looking back. He kissed me deeply, passionately, his tongue finally joining with mine. My fingers tangled in his dark hair as each fevered breath and quiet moan went straight between my legs. He kissed my neck hungrily as I just pushed myself harder and harder against his body, aching to fulfill something more inside me. I sucked on his tongue and bit his lip; he licked my lips and all around the inside of my mouth. After a moment's hesitation he reached under my fitted grey shirt to touch my breast. He sighed into the crevice of my neck and shoulder.
I pulled my shirt off over my head, then reached for his. It was gone in a flash and I couldn't help but stare at his chest longingly. He was too perfect; it was unfair. Then I noticed he was staring at my chest too. I smiled and unleashed my round, fleshy breasts from their restraint.
"Oooh, geez," he murmured before bringing his face down to connect cheek to breast. His tongue came out to kiss and lick my nipple, his other hand kneading my other breast roughly. I leaned my head back, focusing purely on the sensations Dick was inflicting upon my body. It was glorious. I held him tightly to me with my legs. I couldn't believe we had finally took the plunge. At this point in my life, there was no one but Dick. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. He was… and still is… perfect Dick Grayson.
We made love in my new kitchen. I pushed my panties to the floor, he released his cock from his dark jeans and slowly pushed it inside me. We kissed while he thrusted in and out, gaining speed steadily. Pretty soon he was fucking me hard, and clusters of cutlery crashed to the ground, mingling with the sounds of his moans and my cries.
"— Barbara?" His voice brought me back to present-day Dick. A Nightwing all grown up. And he didn't belong to me. I looked into the white eyes of his domino mask. I pushed a button and my chair went into a rest position so it was equal to his while we continued to speed into Gotham.
"Did you hear me?" He said softly. I nodded.
"We're never done," I croaked. He held my face with a gloved hand. I suddenly realized I had leaned towards him, and he was leaning towards me. When did that happen? Suddenly I felt the charged energy that was there right before our first real kiss. It had been so long since we had been together, it almost felt new to be near him like this. Almost.
He leaned incrementally closer to me, glancing at my mouth, and a small portion of my mind panicked.
"Dick," I said, my eyes growing wide. "We… can't." He looked almost pained. Had he been waiting for this moment? I thought he was going to pull away, but at the last moment —
"I'm sorry, Babs," he said quickly before his hand snaked around my neck and roughly pulled my lips to his.
I should have pulled away. I know that. I should have stopped it right there. I mean, what about Starfire? But his kiss was intoxicating. It felt right, it felt familiar, warm, secure. With Jason and Bruce, everything felt so fleeting: Was it real? What were they thinking? Would this ever happen again? What should I do? Suddenly by comparison Dick was uncomplicated — ironic since he had just previously called me complicated. But to me, he was like home. Almost like Gotham itself.
I kissed back with total abandon. Our tongues immediately met like long lost friends. I jumped over to straddle him in his seat and he held my face roughly, turning it this way and that to kiss me just like he had wanted to for months. I pushed myself down on his growing penis while he kissed and licked my neck up to my ear. I gasped as the sounds of his passion filled me, and I felt a strong desire to tear off my costume, and his too.
But right at that moment, the car slowed to a halt. We both looked out the front windshield in alarm, me craning my neck to look back. We had arrived. I leaped off of Nightwing and sat back on the driver's seat before anyone noticed, feeling like a teenager who just got caught making out with her boyfriend in the car. As the rooftop hissed open above us we looked at each other in silence. His face was flushed and I'm sure mine was too. Worse off, he still had an erection to deal with. There was no time to talk — I could see Damian, Tim, and Bruce climbing out of the Batmobile ahead of us. Without any warning, I punched my fists together and gave Dick a fairly light, but swift, punch to the arm.
"Ahhhrh!" He yelled out in pain. His arm reached out to grab the inflicted spot.
"That should help," I said quietly, before pulling myself out of the vehicle. I climbed off the side and walked towards Batman. It seems we were out on the industrial side of the docks, right on the entrance of… the sewer system. Great. Why do bad guys always have the worse-smelling hideouts?
It seems like my punch-of-life worked, because Dick joined me soon after I reached the Batmobile. We looked at each other meaningfully. I gave him a small smile of apology for the hit. I could see his mouth was red from our aggressive kissing, and I just prayed no one noticed. My mouth felt a little stung as well.
"Red Hood, are you hidden with a good vantage point?" Batman said with a finger to his communicator.
"Do you see me?" Jason said, his voice rich with attitude. Even though he wasn't around to notice, I rolled my eyes.
"I saw that Batgirl," he said. Or maybe he was.
"It seems like we're going underground," Tim said, pointing to the wide cylindrical pipe opening with his staff. A few inches of foreboding green slimy liquid oozed out of it, illuminated by dim, flickering industrial lights that led into an unknown haze.
"Well, tail us as best you can," Bruce said to Jason.
"Copy," he said. I heard the unmistakable clicking of his guns being assembled. We all walked towards the pipe, which was just wide enough to fit even Bruce as long as he crouched a bit. Right near the entrance I noticed something on the ground. I reached down and picked up torn, crumpled illustrated pages from Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.
"I think we got the right place," Damian said, peeking around me to see the pages.
"Stay alert, everyone," Bruce said in his usual commanding tone. "If we're implanted with these invisible chips… He can make us do anything."