chapter 4

"Bruce?" Barbara called as she walked in through the front door of Wayne Manor. "Alfred?"

"Miss Gordon?" Barbara smiled when she saw the older butler walk around the corner, wiping his hands on a dish towel. "How are you?" He asked with a smile.

"Tired," She responded as honestly as she could. She walked up to him and put her arms around his shoulders, hugging him tightly. Alfred was like a grandfather to her, and in the past four days he was the only one in the Family that was… Normal. Well… Technically, Dick was perfectly fine, but Barbara couldn't very well turn to him in her time of need without her stomach churning.

"Can I make you some tea?" He asked when she stepped back.

The offer was appealing, but she shrugged and shook her head. "I'm just here to talk to Bruce for a minute. I won't stay long. Thanks, though." Alfred nodded and smiled at her before turning back into the kitchen. Barbara took off her coat and left her bag on the table beside her before walking towards the Cave. When she opened the door, she hissed at the cold, but ignored it as she ventured further inside. Bruce was watching footage of the nightly news, leaning back in his chair, chin resting on his hand, ankle crossed over his knee. When he heard her shoes clicking on the ground, he looked over his shoulder, immediately standing up. Barbara dragged her hair back behind her head as she greeted him. "Hi, there," She said with a slanted smile.

Bruce started to walk towards her, clapping his hands together and said, "Before we start this… Chat… Can I just say —" He put one hand firmly behind her head and pulled her forward, kissing her passionately, but not roughly. He held his lips to hers firmly but sweetly, knowing that she wasn't here to fuck. Barbara exhaled harshly against him, kissing back without hesitation. Her hands molded into fists around his shirt, crushing it in her fingers. Bruce's other hand slid down her side to rest on the small of her back, keeping her as close to his body as possible. She could feel his heart beat against her own chest. When he finally released her, she took a breath and blinked before meeting his eyes again.

"You sure know how to ease the tension," She said with a grin.

"What's going on?" He asked, his voice low with concern. He knew what she was going to say. That this was wrong, that she shouldn't have ever slept with him. That she was betraying Dick. The words echoed around inside his head, making his fingernails dig into the flesh of his palms.

"To be honest, I don't really know." Barbara sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. "I don't know what exactly I wanted to talk to you about. I'm just... " She narrowed her eyes, pursing her lips as she watched his reactions. "I'm not satisfied anymore."

Bruce's brow pulled low. "How so?"

"Dick came over tonight," She said, walking towards the chair in front of the computer. She sat down heavily, crossing her legs and rubbing her temple. Bruce kept a straight face, though the image of Dick on top of her, thrusting in and out of Barbara's sweet little pussy… His cock twitched restlessly in his pants, even though his teeth were gritting in unwanted jealousy. "He was kissing me, and it was obvious he wanted to go further, and…"

"And what?" He asked, his voice tense.

Barbara raised her head to look him in the eyes. "I couldn't stop thinking about it being you." His cock thickened again and he shifted to hide the evidence of his arousal. He closed his eyes for a moment, taking a second to rejoice in the fact that he was right… She had been thinking about fucking him. "I wanted it to be you so bad," She whispered. "Am I a terrible person?" She asked, frowning.

"You're the best person I know, Babs," He replied in a quiet voice.

"Am I a terrible girlfriend?" She dropped her head into her hands.

Bruce sighed, not knowing how to reply. No, she wasn't being a good girlfriend… But her actions were justified, weren't they? He was giving her something Dick couldn't. Bruce walked up to her, not knowing what he was going to say, but feeling a speech bubbling in his chest. "Listen," He said firmly, lifting her head up by the chin. "I don't know the answer to that question. But I know that…" He shook his head and exhaled roughly. "I haven't stopped thinking about what I'm going to do to you the next time I see you since that first night. If you say you don't want to keep doing this, fine," He said, leaning forward, putting one hand on either arm rest and backing her up. She was breathing slightly harder at his proximity. "But I'll feel comfort in the fact that every time you're making sweet, innocent love to him… You'll be thinking about what you could be getting from me." Barbara's breasts were rising and falling heavily as she watched the intensity in his gaze. The words had made her clitoris throb over and over, and now, looking into his eyes and seeing the raw sexual need there, she felt absolutely, deliciously weak. "So what's it going to be, Babs?" He whispered. She grabbed at his shirt, anxiously undoing the buttons as her lips parted with heavy breaths.

"Bruce," She whimpered. "Make my doubts go away?"

"Baby girl, I'm going to make sure you never have them again." She swooned at the pet name. It was the first time he'd called her anything other than Barbara or Babs, and the arousal she felt at the intimate name made her feel faint. When his shirt was finally unbuttoned, she slid her palms up his chest, licking her lips as she felt the planes of muscle moving under her fingertips as he breathed. He grabbed her wrist in one hand and pulled it to his mouth, kissing across her knuckles tenderly while his hot breath shot across her skin. Holding her hand, he guided it down his chest until it reached the buckle of his belt and then further down still. When she felt the harshness of his erection in his pants, she exhaled loudly in response. Barbara grabbed ahold of his cock through the material and stood, throwing her other arm around his neck and forcing her mouth against his again. Bruce couldn't hold back anymore. He threw his arms under her ass and yanked her thighs up and over his hips, carrying her to the closest flat surface he saw. Barbara smiled lustfully when she realized he was lying her down on the hood of the Batmobile. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him as he pulled his shirt from his shoulders and dropped the blue fabric to his feet. His next move was to grab onto her pants and yank them down to her knees. As she panted, she kicked them off her ankles, knocking her shoes and socks off in the process. Bruce leaned over her again, his bare chest resting against her and his hips pressed securely in between her legs. She hooked her ankles behind him as he kissed her. His fingers trailed through her hair tenderly but also passionately. Bruce tightened his grip on her hair as his lips manipulated hers and she moaned against him. Bruce caught the sound with his tongue, twisting the warm muscle into her mouth and stroking hers with it. They were no longer teasing each other, and there was no playful tongue tag. He was kissing her in earnest now and with purpose. Barbara could tell that he was taking his time with this fuck. He was showing her what she would be missing if she called it quits. The idea of turning this down was utterly repulsive. She'd never wanted sex more than she did at this very moment.

"Come on," She panted. She tightened her legs around his waist, pressing her panty covered pussy against the tent in his jeans. He exhaled sharply, kissing down her jawline to her ear, sucking her earlobe into his mouth and gnawing on it hungrily. She whimpered again, her own fingers sliding down his back and digging her nails into his flesh.

"Say you want me," He whispered breathlessly into her ear. Her eyes fluttered as his words coupled with the feeling of his warm palm sliding up her shirt, stroking her tummy and coming to rest on her bra, squeezing her breast firmly.

"Bruce… I want you more than anything," She moaned quietly. He paused against her, his eyes closing in bliss at her words. Not even just the words, but her voice saying the words. Her voice as her hands grabbed and pawed at him, trying to get him closer. He was dying to get inside of her, but he had other plans first. His hands fisted in the fabric of her sweater, yanking it over her head. She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and took the initiative to free her breasts of the confines of the bra. She threw it to the ground with the rest of her clothing as she stared into his eyes. He was frozen, his palms on either of her thighs, his eyes locked on hers, unable to look away from those piercing blue irises.

"Stay the night with me tonight," He murmured, letting his thumbs stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, brushing right beside the hem of her underwear.

Her head fell to her shoulder as she looked at him with a lowered brow over her big, gorgeous eyes. "Bruce," She whispered.

"Stay with me," He repeated, gripping her legs again and pulling her down the hood of the car so that she felt his cock resting against her. Barbara swallowed and took a deep breath, her eyes tracing the features of his face and his eyes, the way his lips parted as he watched her. What would it really hurt? She asked herself.

Her tongue stroked her bottom lip in thought and slowly, she nodded. Relief relaxed his shoulders and without further wait, he grabbed her panties and pulled them down her long legs, throwing them to the ground and leaning down to press his mouth to her thighs, kissing up the warm skin until he reached the heat of her arousal. The smell was intoxicating and made his mouth water impatiently. He wanted to dig in, to lick and suck and nibble every inch of her wet sex. When he looked up to see her expression, he smiled against her skin when he saw that her eyes were closed in pleasure, her moist lips parted as she breathed heavily. Her eyes fluttered open when she felt his lips pull up at the corners, resting at the skin of her leg, centimeters from her hot, waiting core. She couldn't help smiling back at him and his cock ached in response to her beautiful grin. The sight was so erotic. Her hair flowing unruly over her shoulder and falling over her breast. Her nipples were hard and bright pink, looking like cherries on top of a terribly arousing sundae. Her slender tummy sloped down to her spread, lean legs, ending just in front of his mouth, where the lips of her pussy were apart, glistening in the light. "What?" She whispered. He exhaled sharply, not realizing that he'd been staring for so long.

"I just… Really love to look at you," He said, his hands stroking her legs as he spoke.

"You're not so bad yourself," She replied slyly, a blush rising in her cheeks and neck. With one last long look at her, he lowered his head and slowly extended his tongue, tasting her flesh hesitantly. He felt her tensing up in response and was encouraged by the reaction, starting to lick her with more earnest. One finger slid up inside of her, gliding it easily from the wetness. Her cunt hugged his digit fiercely and he hissed against her, feeling his member throbbing in response. Make her come, first, and then you can have your way with her sweet pussy… And sweet it is. The taste was addictive. As he started to pump his finger in and out of her tight canal, his lips and tongue took care of the rest, licking up her fluids, sliding through the fleshy pink folds until he reached her hooded clitoris. It was poking out, the tender pink nub aching to be touched and the sight was almost too stimulating for him to handle. He let his lips circle it and sucked it gently into his mouth, careful not to touch it's direct surface yet. He started to suck on it as he fingered her and she cried out in pleasure, her slim fingers gripping him by the hair and holding him against her. He raised his eyes to see her expressions of pleasure and need as he sucked and licked her pussy as dedicated and fiercely as if his life depended on it. After a few minutes of this treatment, he pulled his finger from her and replaced it with his tongue, sliding the slippery muscle up into her sex and she moaned, her pussy contracting around his tongue tightly over and over again in response. Bruce licked her walls, sliding his tongue up and down every side of the insides of her cunt, tasting her every surface. He moaned when another rush of wetness poured out of her and onto his tongue. Barbara hissed when she felt him sucking the juices up, not just from the feeling but from the knowledge that he was drinking from her pussy as if he was a man in a desert and she was a sudden oasis.

"Bruce," She whimpered, pulling him tighter. "Oh…" He licked back up through her folds to circle her clitoris, confident that she was ready to climax now. Desperately he started to suck and lick on the swollen button and she cried out repeatedly, over and over as she pulled his face against her pussy. It felt as if she was trying to drown him with the smell and taste of her lust. "Oh! Fuck… Bruce, dammit, I'm so close… Uh!" She cried out passionately as her legs tensed around him and her pussy started to wildly clench open and shut as she came all over his chin and lips. He didn't release her clitoric until he was certain she was done and then he raised his head, taking deep breaths. "My God…" She whispered, her head falling against the glass windshield.

Bruce leaned over her, kissing the side of her mouth and whispered, "Can you handle any more, baby?"

"Show me what you've got," She hissed back. He grinned at her and forced his lips to hers, and she gasped, tasting herself on him. After an unresponsive minute, she reached up and grabbed him by the neck, kissing him forcefully, her tongue stroking his and moaning at the salty yet almost sweet taste of her come. A week ago she never would have dreamed of doing that, but with Bruce, she seemed to be crossing so many boundaries... Bruce unbuckled his belt and yanked it from the loops of fabric before unbuttoning the denim and pulling out his raging cock. Just his fingers touching the sensitive, taut skin was enough to make him gasp. Barbara propped herself up on one elbow, her other arm extending to grab his cock by the shaft. He watched her with wide, lust crazed eyes and dropped his hand as she started stroking him, her fist pumping up and down. "So beautiful," She murmured under her breath. "I love it." His cock twitched restlessly again in her palm and she exhaled, her eyes closing and opening slowly. She wasted no time sliding forward and sucking the head of his cock into her lips. Bruce moaned, placing one palm on the back of her head to keep her steady. Her tongue stroked the sensitive underside of his penis, her hands sliding up and down his abdominal muscles to his hips, squeezing his ass, down his thighs. She touched him everywhere, wanting their bodies to be completely intertwined at all times. When she started to place sweet kisses all over the veiny, soft skin of his erection, he grunted, pulling her head back by her hair and kissing her almost angrily. Bruce pushed her back onto the hood of the car and spread her legs, kissing each of her breasts as the head of his angry cock stroked her wet cunt. Bruce held her tightly and pushed forward, impaling her on his rod. "Ah!" She cried, her pussy squeezing him tightly, drawing him in.

"Oh, Barbara," Bruce moaned. He pumped his hips roughly inside of her, making them both gasp in pleasure over and over again. "Are your doubts gone?" He asked, thrusting himself inside of her, his hands stroking her body.

"I've never been more certain about something in my life," She whispered.

Abrupt ending, yeah? I'm sorry. But I liked it like that! Chapter 5 will be up soon. I have some reviews to reply to! I'm going to try and start responding to everyone that I can. You all are too sweet not to thank.

rogue: I loved your thoughts about Selina Kyle entering Bruce's life again, and ever since I read that review I've been scheming away to get that mixed in with the plot. I'm a drama addict! Your entire review was absolutely thrilling. The getting off on keeping secrets and sneaking around and adrenaline is definitely a big play that I'm working with. That's definitely something that I'm into and I have a lot of fun developing this version of Barbara and I've ended up putting a lot of my own thoughts and feelings into her head. In response to your question about her costume, I've imagined her in the light gray body suit, bright yellow gloves, all that. I love the classic look.

Guest (1): I'm so sorry I haven't updated more frequently! Life has been slightly busy lately, not to mention writing multiple stories can kind of mess with your head. It makes me squeal in happiness hearing that you think I'm talented. That's the best compliment I could ever get!

Gabby: That made ME blush! Believe me, it can be slightly difficult trying to write this when I'm around people...

holliday: Oh, don't worry, I love that, too! For me, it seems like the more wrong it is... The more erotic. It's awesome knowing I'm not the only one.

Chelsea3D: That made me laugh when I read it. I feel your pain to an intense extreme! I'm in the same position almost constantly, but I can't keep myself away from writing this stuff (and reading other's) even though it's sometimes torturous.

Guest (2): I don't plan on ending this one for a while! Not sure how long it will be, but I'm starting to get some good ideas for more plot twists. I'm so thrilled hearing that, by the way! I have so many writers I look up to and just knowing that someone feels even remotely the same about my writing that I do theirs, makes me the happiest girl in the world.

Guest (3): Ah, thank you so much! I think it's really important to let your characters breathe sometimes. Sex and violence and drama constantly is terribly unrealistic. Most of us wouldn't function as well under the circumstances, so how can our characters? I think letting them take a moment to step back and think is very important. And I completely understand about the good people doing bad things for pleasure concept. It seems so much more real to the darkness of the Batman's origin that he would take pleasure in darker things, doing things that (thanks to his moral code) he feels like he can't.

J: I can't tell you how happy that made me. I really try not to write PWP fanfics. I think that having something real to dig into is very important. After all, isn't that what erotica is? It's the mental part, the words and thoughts that it gives you while you read it. I have always appreciated people who put time into their smut and I aspire to do the same!

Bangarang: I'm really glad I did, too. Like I said to Guest (3), characters taking time to step back from the situation and just think is terribly important. After all, I found the part where Bruce masturbated just to the thought of Barbara was as erotic and if not more than the actual sex! I'm going to try to update quicker this time. I hate not updating on a daily basis, but it can get hard!

silver: No offense taken, I hate tame, boring smut, too. Barbara is such a complex character, I think she deserves some complex sex as well! Your comments made me freak out in happiness. You made my day!

anon: That's the most flattering thing ever. I wish this was a movie! I'd have so much fun with that! :) I've always imagined Lindy Booth as Barbara. If you've never seen her, I definitely recommend looking her up to see. Thank you so much for that comment, it was so amazing to read.