Note: To the people (person) that have so far complained about this story and/or called it "disturbing" and wrong, do us both a favor and just don't read my work. Saying that the things I'm into are disturbing just because you don't agree is just wasting both of our time. Thank you. And to everyone who actually is here to enjoy Babs and Bats, without further adieu...

chapter 2

The cold autumn air whipped through Batgirl's hair as she grappled from building to building over the Gotham streets. She found it amusing how even though she was out here to fight crime, it was still so much fun. She loved flying through the air like a bat. It was exhilarating. Something that Barbara Gordon was starting to realize was that she lived for thrills. A shadow moved past her on the right and Dick turned his head to smirk at her and she laughed. "Oh, no you don't!" She shouted, shooting the grapple out again and flying straight past him to land gracefully with a roll on the roof of an apartment building. Dick landed not a second later. "Okay," Dick said, trying to catch his breath. "You had to have cheated."

"Please! I'm just better than you," Barbara said with a grin, flipping her red hair over her shoulder.

"As if. I've been doing this a lot longer than you, Gordon," He teased, walking over to her and grabbing her by the hips gently. Smiling, he leaned down to press his lips to hers softly. It was enjoyable, of course, but… Damn, he was so gentle. She had half a mind to tell him that she wasn't made of glass. Sadly, she doubted that would have an effect on him. He was sweet by nature, coddling and loving, not passionate. As he moved his lips against hers, the kiss she had first shared in the Bat Cave with Bruce. He'd taken her mouth without worrying about her consent. Shushed her denial and tasted the insides of her mouth without her permission. Why was that so erotic? As he pulled away from the kiss, Barbara blinked, coming back down to earth. She wasn't with Batman. She was with Robin. She forced a smile onto her mouth but he seemed to notice. "What's wrong?" He asked sweetly, stroking her bottom lip with the pad of his thumb.

She shook her head innocently. "Nothing, why?"

He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. "You just seem off, Babs. You're okay? Promise?"

"I promise," She whispered and then smiled again. He grinned back.

"Good," He said. "When are you calling it a night?"

Barbara shrugged. "Probably soon. How about you?" She asked curiously, cocking her head to the side.

"Might stay out a few more hours," Dick said with a shrug. "It's late though. You should go on home, if you're tired."

"You're sure?" He nodded with a smile. "Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Wonderful," He told her, and then pulled her in a for another kiss. She smiled at him before turning and sprinting to the edge of the roof, grappling to the next building. Next stop, the Bat Cave, and then home. Her stomach dropped as she thought that she might see Bruce there.

By the time she got to the Cave, her heart was racing. She pulled off her cowl and gloves, setting them down, and then her belt so that she didn't feel as heavy. The Cave was empty and quiet except for her footsteps. Bruce must be inside. Just then, the door opened loudly and the bright lights of the house shone in. "I knew you'd be showing up sometime or another," Bruce said. Barbara's lips parted in surprise while her eyes appraised him. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt, sweat pants and was sipping something from a mug. She saw a tea bag string hanging off the side.

"I couldn't stay away," She replied, cocking her head to the side. He grinned at her. She thought that their first time seeing each other after having sex might be uncomfortable, but it was as easy as it had ever been. Bruce and her weren't the kind of people to make things awkward. "How'd the big merger go today?" She asked as she walked past him, making sure to let her hip brush against him. He narrowed his eyes at her but ignored the motion and followed her out into the kitchen. Barbara bit her lip as she sat down at the island counter, hoping he'd play along.

"It wasn't bad," He replied. "Earle is driving Lucius insane, though. It can't be coincidence he happened to work with the one company that Wayne Industries does not get along with. Tea?" Bruce asked, changing topics. Work wasn't his favorite subject — at least, not his secular work. He could talk about Batman all day, but that was the problem. He couldn't. It was a catch 22.

"What kind is it?" Barbara asked curiously.

"Oolong." Without needing to be told, he grabbed a mug from the cabinet, knowing that was her favorite tea. He poured her a glass from the porcelain kettle and dropped the tea bag in. "You should let it steep for a few minutes before you drink it. Unless you like tasteless, boiling water." He leaned over the counter, his fingers laced around his mug as he watched her. She poked at the tea bag and then looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

Scoffing, she said, "I know, I'm fascinating." She grinned at him happily.

"That mouth of yours, Babs," He mused, rolling his eyes. She licked her lips unconsciously.

"What about it?" She whispered finally. He looked up at her with narrowed eyes and a small smile tugging at his lips. She watched him from under her lashes, waiting for him to make the next move.

He couldn't hold back his smile. "You're so sassy, I may just have to find another use for it," He replied, his voice lowering in pitch.

"I might just like that, Mr. Wayne," Barbara hissed back teasingly.

His eyes were shifting into something darker as they flirted, and Barbara knew there was no going back now. Not that she wanted to. The smug smile faded off his lips and instead, they parted with his breaths and he said quietly, "Take off your clothes." Barbara was quick to obey, unzipping the back of her body suit and sliding it off her arms. Bruce circled the counter, taking her face in his hands and forcing his mouth to hers. She moaned quietly against him, turned on even further by her state of undress, the body suit over her chest but still the sleeves were on her lower arms. Bruce grabbed her up in his arms, roughly but not violently bending her over the counter. In the motion, the mug of hot tea fell to the ground, shattering, but neither of them hardly noticed. Bruce grabbed the material and began pulling it down her arms and then her thighs, freeing the globes of her ass and the smell of her arousal. He grabbed at his sweat pants with one hand while the other stroked down her back slowly, making her shiver. He pulled his cock out relatively quickly and stroked it in his fist while the fingers of his other hand trailed down her ass to the wet entrance of her sex itself. After testing it out and seeing how wet she was, he replaced his fingers with his cock as quick as possible.

Barbara gasped when she felt the head readying itself at her pussy, about to plunge in. Her fists were clenched, her forehead resting against the cold granite of the counter. Her nipples were already hard and pressed painfully into the hard table top. "Wait are you waiting for, an invitation?" She whispered over her shoulder. He glared at her but was smiling. She hissed loudly as he forced himself into her, stretching her open quickly. Her back arched as he buried his member inside of her depths, her eyes fluttering as she adjusted to the feeling. "Hell..." She whispered.

"Vice versa," He said, his voice sounding dazed. He held her hips in his hands as he began to pump in and out of her tight cunt, the velvet soft skin of his cock feeling just as perfect to her as the wetness and warmth of her pussy felt to him. They both were in ecstasy. Bruce grabbed her tighter, moving his hips back and forth with ease as she moaned beneath him. Barbara gasped wildly when she felt his fingers reach around to her lips and began stroking her clit. Her pussy clenched around him and he groaned, speeding up on her clit, desperate to get that same reaction. Meanwhile, Barbara was in heaven, trying to keep herself from squirming too much, but unable to hold back her high pitched sounds of pleasure. She started to buck her hips back against him, trying to get him deeper inside of her, fucking him back. He was panting, rubbing her quickly and holding onto her hip for vantage. He felt her shaking as she approached a quick orgasm. She was too aroused to hold it off anymore and just as her nipple flicked against the granite with a forward thrust and his thumb pushed right on her swollen button, she screamed and her fists clenched together as she came around him. Little half moon crescents embedded themselves into the flesh of her palm from her finger nails. Her sex contracted tightly around Bruce seven, eight, nine times, making him groan and shudder with pleasure. God, how could sex feel so good? He'd had his fair share of partners, but he never got off as easily and as powerfully as he did with Barbara.

He wasn't sure if it was her expertise in sarcasm, her fiery attitude that matched her hair, or the fact that this was completely and utterly wrong… Or maybe a mix of all three. "I'm close," He told her through his teeth as he pounded into her harder. She was still recovering from the climax, collapsed limply on the counter, but his words brought her back to life and hungry for more.

"Wait," She gasped. "Let me." He paused in confusion and she pushed him off of her. He stumbled back a few steps in surprise and Barbara turned to face him, throwing her red hair behind her. When she began to sink to her knees in front of him, he groaned at the sight.

"Oh, Barb," He moaned. She lick up and down his shaft one slow time to torture him before she took his cock into her throat and worked as hard as she could to get him off. She fucked him with her lips and tongue, her clit throbbing in appreciation when she heard him grunt or groan or hiss in pleasure. When she took him down into her throat, she heavily swallowed and he fisted his fingers into her bright red hair, holding her there tightly against him as he began to empty his load into her mouth. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, triggering her gag reflex, but she held firm and waited patiently for him to finish before trying to breathe. She relaxed against him, looking up to see the mask of complete satisfaction on his face. Finally, she felt his fingers loosen in her hair and she pulled back, swallowing his semen and then licking her lips as he looked down at her with a lazy smile pulling at his lips. "That was a surprise."

She smiled up at him from her place at his feet. "That was fun," She corrected.

"Red heads," He teased, rolling his eyes. He tucked his softened cock back into his pants and took another long breath, leaning against the counter. She grabbed her Batgirl suit from the floor, starting to redress, when he stopped her with a hand on her upper arm. "Stay the night with me."

She gave him a look, her mouth turned down at the corners. "You know I can't do that."

Bruce's eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed into a grim line but he sighed and nodded. "Unfortunately. One day," He whispered as she started to zip up the suit.

Barbara turned back to him, taking his shirt in her fists and pulling him to her. "Sweet dreams, Bruce." She pulled his head down to hers to plant a firm kiss on his mouth and he blinked in surprise, still hazy from his orgasm. He was still coming down. She smiled at him and turned to go, leaving Bruce alone in the large kitchen, his cock still twitching as he watched her walk away.