Delicate

Part II

By Brenna "Snakelady" Dawkins

A Batman Adventures Fanfic

Disclaimer: Batman and all subsequent characters are owned by DC Comics. I own nothing. Nothing I tell you! No money was made from this fic.

Rating: R

Summary: Barbra Gordon has been administered a dangerous drug that makes her want and do things that are out of her control. Because of its embarrassing nature, she is unwilling to confide in Batman, Robin, or her father. Whom can she turn to? Sexual content, language

(AN: Was trying to drop hints on who it was Barbara slept with all through the first chapter, but was also hoping to keep you guessing at the same time. This chappy should answer that question.)

He woke slowly. The first thing on his mind brought a languorous smile to his lips. His hand quested the sheets beside him and the smile faltered somewhat. There was no one there. In fact, no one had been there for quite some time because the spot was cold. He sat up in bed and looked about his small studio apartment. He had hoped to see her making breakfast, but she was no where in sight. The large man sighed as he scrubbed his face with a big, calloused hand.

He hadn't been sure what would happen that morning after, but he hadn't expected this. She had been insistent, to his surprise and had initiated everything. She went after him like she was on some sort of major unrequited bender.

Bullock liked her enough to try to discourage her unusually forward actions, at first thinking she must have been drunk, but her kiss didn't taste of alcohol. Her hands had roamed him, plucked and pulled him and he had given in shortly after. It had been amazing, to say the least. Sure he had fantasized about it with her periodically, but he had done nothing about it because he was a friend of the family. And she hadn't shown any interest… until last night. And boy did she show him!

Bullock rolled out of bed, still naked and went to get showered and cleaned up for work.

He wondered at her absence. Surely she couldn't be regretting it now, could she? He had definitely showed her a rousing good time. Bullock had been surprised at how vocal she was, how demanding. Not once, but four times throughout the night had they made love, all at her insistence. He was tired still. It had been a very long time since he had been with anyone. He wasn't in the habit of girl hunting, and those few times he had tried recently had all ended in failure.

So when a young, smart, and beautiful girl like her literally threw herself at him in his apartment… well, it was the last thing he had expected.

Once dressed, he made sure his gun was fully loaded and pulled on the shoulder holster. He had his normal, sloppy attire hanging off of him but he had decided to shave that morning, knowing how badly he must have scratched her face last night with the stubble of several days.

Would the encounter happen again? He sure hoped so. It did his ego some good knowing that she had the hots for him. He'd play it cool at work though. No way was he going to let it slip to her father what he'd done to his little girl.

No, she was definitely a woman. He had been surprised at how tight she had been. Bullock had figured someone like her would have bedded some handsome, young college boy by now. She hadn't said so, but he suspected he was her first. He somehow felt superior in that knowledge. Not even Dick Grayson had gotten as far with her as he had. He just wished he'd known how she had felt sooner.

But how did she feel? She wasn't there that morning, but maybe she had an early morning class she had to get to.

He shrugged and preferred to let his memory replay last night's giddy events. He couldn't help but shudder once or twice. It wasn't long before he became stiff. He squirmed in his seat as he drove to work. Somehow he'd have to keep his mind on his work, though he wasn't sure if he could actually manage it.

Despite the fact that he woke up alone, he felt oddly chipper when he arrived at work. Montoya raised an eyebrow at his unusual good mood.

"Can't a guy have a descent night every once in a while?" Was all he would say to her questing look.

"Yes, but… I've not seen you this happy in… well… ever."

Bullock shrugged.

"Just, things seem to be finally lookin' up, is all."

"Well, I guess that's good news."

"You guess?"

She shrugged. "Look, I'm happy that you're happy."

Montoya left it at that. Bullock wasn't quite sure of the sincerity of her remark. He was never quite sure where he stood with the pretty, Latin officer. He knew he tended to step on people's toes, and Montoya was no exception. She was still mostly civil to him, which was saying a lot, compared to the other female detectives at the station. Maybe because she was his on again, off again partner she knew his quirks the best of all the female officers and tolerated him more then she probably should.

He had never really thought of it like that before. He snorted and shook his head. Damned good mood was going to end up getting him in trouble if he wasn't careful, he thought to himself.

Bullock knew for a fact that Montoya didn't harbor any of those kind of feelings for him. That didn't stop him from the occasional fantasy though. He was very much a guy and wasn't the least apologetic about it. But he knew someone who DID have those feelings for him. His mind instantly went to the first sexual encounter of the evening. He sat down and stared at his typewriter, a soft smile on his face. She had been all over him, her mouth, her hands, and he likewise all over her. She'd begged him to take her and who was he to say 'no'?

"Bullock!"

The large Detective jumped in his seat at the summons.

"Commish?" He had the grace to look guilty and found it hard to look his old friend in the eye after what he had been day dreaming.

"Poison Ivy has been spotted downtown near the corner of Burke and 70th. Two officers are already at the scene, but they need back up. Grab your team and do what you do best!"

Bullock nodded and was glad for the excuse to get out for a while. He gathered his men and led the lot to the scene. Montoya was beside him and a rooky was in the back seat. Once they arrived, he was disappointed to see that the perp was no where in sight. His hackles raised at the sight of a familiar dark figure kneeling beside two of his men, the form smaller and obviously feminine.

"Damn Batgirl…" Bullock swore as he knew he was going to catch hell for this.

Once he secured the area, he wasn't surprised to see the vigilante had disappeared.

Montoya came back up to Bullock. "Poison Ivy made a clean get away, so to speak. No traces except for the pods she'd left behind."

"Well that's just freakin' great!" Bullock growled. "I swear, Montoya, if these caped crusaders muck up my op one more time…!" He didn't finish the sentence, so infuriated was he.

"Calm down, Harvey. You should be happy no one got seriously hurt."

"Yeah, la-de-freakin'-dah!" His good mood was now gone. He really had been hoping to see some action, not the disappointing aftermath. "Well… mop things up around here, I got somethin' to take care of."

He didn't wait for her reply as he turned and headed back to his squad car alone, leaving an exasperated female officer behind him. He hadn't wanted his good mood to be over so quick and there was only one way he could think of to get back into his good mood. He had to go see her. Her father was not going to be a the house, so it would be a perfect time.

Bullock stopped at the florist on the way and picked up a single red rose and then drove to her house in the suburbs. When he got to the house, he rang the doorbell only to find the door locked and no one was home. Disappointed, but not surprised, he walked around the house over to where he knew her room to be. He was pretty good at getting into places with normal locks and soon had jimmied the window latch open from the outside. Opening her window, he scrambled through with complete lack of grace. But he couldn't care less about that, what counted was the results. Finally in her room, he glanced around the fairly girly room.

Eyes landing on her canopy bed, he walked over and placed the rose on her pillow along with a note card that only had the initial 'B' on in. Then he decided it would be prudent to get the hell out of there.

To Be Continued…