chapter 3

Barbara spat into the basin and took a swig of water to wash the strong taste of toothpaste out of her mouth. She wrinkled her nose at her reflection, running her fingers through her hair. "What have you gotten yourself into, Babs?" She whispered. Sighing, she turned to head back into the bedroom, humming nonchalantly as she did so. There was a loud whoosh and Barbara gasped, turning to her window. "Dick!" She hissed. "What the hell are you doing?" She rushed towards the window where her boyfriend grinned at her, sliding up the glass and rolling himself into the bedroom.

"Well hi to you too," He said, but then he grinned. "I hadn't seen you today. I was worried."

She sighed. "I just don't feel too good."

His smile turned immediately into a sincere frown. "Shit. What's wrong, Babs?" He stroked her cheek with the back of his palm. She swallowed. Well, I'm sleeping with the man who practically raised you, and I don't actually feel bad about it, and the fact that I don't feel bad about it is making me feel bad, which is really fucking with my head.

"I have the sniffles," She told him, and sucked in through her nose for emphasis.

"I'm sorry, dear. I could sneak into the kitchen and make you some soup?" He offered, leading her towards her bed. He sat down and she followed, leaning into the crook of his shoulder. She closed her eyes and breathed in his scent heavily, frowning.

"Not sure my dad would appreciate that, but you're willing to try," She said with a small laugh.

He gritted his teeth. "Yeah, I'd rather not spend my night in the MCU. I doubt Bruce would be thrilled to have to come bail me out for trying to make you soup and getting my ass taken to jail for trespassing." Barbara froze at the mention of their mentor. She doubted Bruce would be thrilled at all. Or would he…? She still didn't know how he felt about this whole thing. She didn't even know if Bruce had feelings for her. It was just sex, wasn't it? It was to her, or else, she thought so. Barbara wasn't sure what was happening, and it was terribly complicating her thoughts. "Hey," Dick murmured, snapping her out of her head.

"Hm?" She mused, looking up at him, taking in the features of his face. For some reason he looked different to her. Was it him, or was it her?

"I love you," He told her simply. She blinked up at him, but fortunately he didn't wait for a reply and instead pressed his lips to hers, taking away the responsibility of lying. Was she lying? Stop thinking, Barbara! You're just making it worse! She closed her mind off from the thoughts that were bouncing around inside her skull. Dick pulled her closer, deepening the kiss, dipping her backwards on the bed. Together they moved up the mattress until she rested on her pillow and he was poised above her, one hand on her cheek and the other resting on her hip. "You look so beautiful like this," He whispered as he moved down her body to kiss her neck gently. So romantic… It made her scowl, but she didn't push him away. She closed her eyes and tried to fade out into her memories. The images of Bruce's rough kissing, his erotic words, the feeling of his skin on skin… The pressure of a leg pressed down in between her own legs and she moaned gently, her fingers curling into the hair of her lover. Her hands slid up his back under the thin material of his t-shirt, stroking the muscles under his skin and sliding down further to grip him by the ass. Her lover exhaled harshly, pressing his erection harder into her hip.

"Oh…" She moaned gently. "Fuck me."

Dick paused for a moment, thrown off by her direct demands. She'd never been so forward in bed, before. Sure, she knew what she wanted, but she seemed different somehow. A loud knock on the door interrupted both Barbara's fantasy of Bruce, and Dick's confused thoughts and the two jumped apart. "Barbara?" Jim Gordon's voice asked from the other side of the door.

"Dad?" She asked, sitting up straight.

He cleared his throat. "I made dinner. I don't know if you're hungry, but I thought maybe we could have supper together." She shot a panicked look at Dick and mouthed, Go! Hurry! He nodded, kissing her hard on the mouth once again and then bolting for the fire escape. She had the window shut just as the door opened and Jim poked his head in. "You okay, kiddo?"

"Yeah, sorry, Dad. Just feeling a little light headed. I was trying to get some cool air." She leaned against the glass and frowned at Jim and he nodded, pursing his lips, making his moustache raise. "But yeah, dinner sounds good. I'll be in there for a minute. Okay?"

He smiled at her. "Sure thing, Babs." He pulled the door closed behind him and Barbara dropped her head into her hands, groaning. What was she going to do?

Meanwhile, at Wayne Manor, Bruce slammed his fist into his punching bag for the dozenth time. He grunted, slamming another punch and then groaning, dropping his head to the bag. He unwrapped his hands and flexed his fingers as he walked over to the Bat Computer. He was still limping from the fight he got into earlier. Scrolling absently through local news feeds while GCN played on a separate screen, he sighed, resting his cheek on his fist. Too much crime, not enough fists. He gnawed on his lip uncomfortably. Babs' comment from the other day was getting to him. Did he ever really think about killing? Of course, the thought of ending it once and for all with the Joker had flitted through his mind once or twice. He could never do it, though. If he killed Joker, what would be stopping him from slaughtering the rest of Gotham's scum? He couldn't do that. He would be breaking his entire moral code. Who would he be without it?

Moral code. Funny, His internal voice scoffed. Bruce gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. Morals. His subconscious was right. He had no morals. He was sleeping with his best friend and most trusted allies daughter. He was willing helping her cheat on Dick… A feeling of sickness washed through him, but not from guilt. Of course he didn't feel good about it, but at the same time, the nausea was from… Something else entirely.

Maybe Barbara was home, fucking Dick Grayson right now.

Was she thinking about fucking Bruce?

"Goddamn it, pull yourself together!" He hissed at himself. He knew he was just over thinking these things. Of course he'd get somewhat attached. It was almost impossible not to when you were that intimate with someone. He sighed. He couldn't have feelings for Barbara, not those kinds of feelings. Closing his eyes, he exhaled sharply as he remembered the events of the previous night. She'd came here just for him. She didn't have any other reason. She'd wanted him, that was obvious. God, her tongue on his cock… She was so good at that, it was almost dizzying. He was dying for another chance to get in that sexy mouth of hers. Not to mention her pussy! It was perfect, pink and wet and tighter than his fantasies had ever let him imagine. Bruce groaned as his hand cupped his cock through his sweatpants, sliding his fist up and down through the material. Cursing himself internally, he took his hardening cock and slowly began jerking it in his fist, pulling it to the image of Barbara sinking to her knees before him. The look in her eyes had been pure sex drive, lust. He wondered if she liked the way his come tasted. He grunted, pulling his cock faster to the erotic image of his fingers fisted in her red hair. He was close, so close… He rubbed the dripping precum into the head of his cock while the other fist slid up and down his shaft. He bit down hard on his tongue. Barbara… Fuck, what you do to me… Bruce groaned again, feeling the beginning of his orgasms rising. His balls tensed as they readied to release his seed.

He just needed a little more stimulation.

The phone across the room began to ring but he couldn't bring himself to get up to answer it. Instead, the ringing was a faint background noise as he concentrated on the addictive feeling of his cock being masturbated. There was a beep and then… A voice.

"Bruce? It's Barbara. We've gotta talk. I'll be over soon, okay? If you're not home, I'll wait… I'll see you soon." Her voice... He groaned loudly as thick streams of white come coated his fist and he threw his head back, jerking out the last few drops of his warm semen. As the final wave of his orgasm faded out he collapsed back into his chair, gasping.

It took him a few minutes, but when he finally recovered, he seemed to finally understand the message. "Fuck!" He shouted, standing up. She was on her way.

Good evening, readers! I hope you all liked this chapter. I realize it was slightly anticlimactic, but hey, you've gotta give your characters a break sometimes. A little mental struggle is always refreshing, yeah? To show thanks to everyone for reviewing that I can't reply to, I just want to acknowledge all of you. TK, deadpool, Napier, Kya, Dinah and all the anons labeled as guests. Your reviews make me so happy. I was really worried about this fic when I first started, saying that it got a little bit of hate but you guys have fueled my writing drive and here we are on chapter three! Hopefully chapter four will be up in the next few days. I'm working on three seperate stories right now, and the Exhibition is my priority, but then this one comes next. I'll update as soon as possible. You guys are the greatest, and I hope this chapter was fun to read!