chapter 15

Barbara was parked a block away from the GCPD building, the Batmobile securely tucked in an alley to block it from sight. On the cars 'radio' she was intercepting the GCPD communications broadcast. So far, she'd heard her father talking to his squad about a place called Jezebel Plaza. Barbara knew that location well. She had gotten here seemingly just after he'd briefed the other cops, and she had no idea what was happening at the Plaza. Just that it was big, and that she needed to get there first. In her heart of hearts she prayed it wasn't Scarecrow. As much as she wanted to get that bastard back in his cell, the last time she'd gone up against him alone it had ended terribly. She didn't trust herself to square off with Crane without the help of Bruce, or even Dick. The least she could do, she thought, was maybe get a tracker on one of his goons, or even interrogate one if she could isolate one of the… Less sharp men. Gathering her courage, she turned the Tumbler back on and sped down the backroads towards the Plaza. A bad feeling was growing in her gut and the closer she got the more intense it was. She parked a few blocks east of the square and grappled the rest of the way. On the roof of the closest building, she perched behind a radiator and watched the scene below.

A large white van was parked down below in the middle of the square, the back doors open. Two men held semiautomatics in their hands, guarding, while she could see that Crane was still protected inside the back of the van. Coward… Master of Fear, my ass. She smirked at her own punnish joke.

The next thing she saw wiped the smile off her face.

Catwoman walked in and towards the van, her hips swaying in an over exaggerated motion, whip curled in her gloved fingers. Barbara rolled her eyes at the older woman. She was still bothering to pay him back? What did she think that was going to accomplish? Barbara sighed, knowing that that was exactly Selina's game. She saved her own skin, not caring who got hurt in the meantime. She watched as Crane stepped from the van, clasping his hands together, his mask hiding his pale face and dramatic features behind a wall of burlap. His tie blew gently in the wind. Catwoman didn't approach the van too closely, keeping her cautious distance, but paced around the surroundings as her and Crane talked. The two goons with the guns had them pointed at her as a warning. They didn't trust her, either.

Selina's arms waved angrily and Barbara furrowed her brow. Crane's hand lashed out in return. They were arguing. About what? Throwing her caution to the wind, Selina tried to approach him, her anger clouding her common sense. Crane backhanded her the moment she was in distance. That was a mistake. Selina pounced, clawing at the frail man. The goons wasted no time and suddenly Selina's body was falling to the ground, her hands clutching her side. She looked as though she were writhing in agony. Her screams were just loud enough to be heard from this far away. How had Barbara not heard that shot? They must have silencers. Handy. When the henchmen grabbed at the Cat's arms and started to haul her towards the back of the van, Barbara straightened up. Should she help? She knew she should… But would she?

An internal debate rung out in her mind as she watched them throw their new hostage into the back. Crane climbed in behind them. Before he shut the doors, Barbara was swinging down behind a tree about thirty yards away. Her thumb pushed into a tracker receiver and as soon as Crane had the doors closed, she sprinted, bending down to not be seen. Just as the engine started to roar, she put the blinking tracker right above the back tire and was grappling up into the sky before they'd even known what hit them.

When she finally arrived back at the Cave, she didn't bother to go inside and alert Batman to her news. She wanted to find Crane, and by herself. As angry as she was at Selina, too, she knew that she had no choice but to save her. This was what she signed up for as Batgirl. She hurriedly logged onto the computer and found the file that tracked the specific bug she'd planted on the van. The red blinking dot on the screen was her target. She just needed to clear it up a little bit…

"You're back," Bruce said from across the room. Barbara jumped in surprise, nerves all tense.

After she caught her breath, she nodded. "It would appear."

"Who are you tracking?" He asked as he approached her, his footsteps growing louder the closer he got. Barbara scratched her neck, debating on whether or not to tell him about his girlfriend.

"Crane," She said quietly.

"How'd you get a tracker on him?" He asked, astounded. She had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Why did he seem so surprised? She was capable.

"I went up and asked," She said, giving him a look over her shoulder. He smirked at her.

"Funny. Where is he headed now?"

Barbara sighed, pulling her cowl from her head and running her fingers through her hair as the map cleared on the screen. "Towards the bridge, apparently."

"I wonder what he's doing…" Bruce murmured as he leaned down to look at the screen. Barbara watched him until her eyes blurred and then she blinked at rubbed at them with her fingers. "We should probably get a move on now. I'm not sure how long the tracker will hold up on the van in this weather." As if on cue, he shuddered from the cold in the Cave.

Before he finished speaking, Barbara blurted out, "They took Selina."

Bruce froze, spine rigid. When he looked at her, she was surprised to see that he wasn't as upset as she assumed he'd be. "She met up with him again?" Barbara could do nothing but nod. He groaned as he stood up. "She's incorrigible."

"You don't seem as…"

"What?" He asked. "Heart broken? That's because I'm not. Selina is a big girl. She can handle herself for the meantime." Barbara pursed her lips. Did he think of her that way? Did she want him to? Barbara wasn't sure what she wanted, in any context. "What about you?" He asked then, seemingly strained to ask. She assumed he'd been trying not to ask since she got back. "Are you okay?"

She shrugged one shoulder. "Peachy," She told him.

He frowned at her and slowly lowered a hand to stroke her cheek. Against her own will, she leaned into his hand, her eyes closing softly, unable to pull herself away from his touch. She heard him sigh and she opened her eyes. "Babs, what are you doing to me?" He asked softly, his voice husky with emotion. Barbara couldn't stand it anymore. She stood up on the balls of her feet and pulled him down by his neck to press her lips against his. His hands immediately wrapped around her waist, holding her flush against his body, one palm pressed into the small of her back. Barbara let her lips move with his on their own accord, basking in the feeling of pleasure and rightness that flooded through her. When his tongue stroked teasingly against hers she swore a jolt of electricity shot down her spine. Her gloved fingers gripped him tighter, desperate to be as close to him as two bodies could possibly be.

She thought it seemed impossible for something to be so wrong and yet so absolutely right at the same time. How did it make sense that while relationships were crumbling down and lies were being thrown back and forth, she'd found the one thing that it seemed she'd been searching her whole life for? What was it about Bruce? Why did her body seem to fit with his exactly? That the intense feeling she got when she touched him, made normal feeling almost nonexistent? Suddenly they were walking backwards and she was pushed against the large computer desk, lying on her back. They didn't break the kiss as they moved and twisted together. Barbara threw her legs around him, one pressing into his back and the other sliding down the back of his thigh. His fingers were twisting in her hair now, making her scalp ache, but in the best way possible. A needy gasp of pleasure left her mouth when he bit down on her lower lip and let it slide out from between his teeth. "Bruce," She gasped. "Please…"

"What?" He asked in her ear, his breath hot on her cheek. She felt his cock swelling against her inner thigh, hard and solid and for now, all hers.

"Make love to me," She breathed back. Her response made him raise his head and look into her eyes, slightly confused but mainly pleased. She flushed pink, cheeks heating up. She hadn't meant to say that. Maybe something like fuck me, or take me. But make love? That was different… His erection seemed to grow even more, reacting to her request and she was pleasantly surprised by the feeling. Oh, it felt good on her skin, even through layers of clothing… He started to pull and maneuver off her clothing until the Bat uniform pooled beneath them. She sat up quickly, grabbing at the buttons on his fly until she freed his monstrous, angry looking cock. Her mouth watered at the sight simultaneously as her pussy contracted tightly, yearning to be filled with him. They met eyes, staring at each other, her perched on the desk, naked, him panting above her, cock out in her fist. Slowly she lifted one leg onto the desk until her foot was balanced on it, spreading her legs, opening her sex to him. He licked his lips and then leaned forward, kissing her again, hard and slow as he grabbed his cock and directed the tip to her swollen entrance. He let it slide against her, lubricating it and torturing her. Barbara's hips thrusted forward, shoving her groin towards him. He exhaled sharply and then he was inside of her, sliding in deep. He didn't stop pushing in until he was buried to the hilt and both of them were gasping for air. Her walls stretched around him and then tightened again, hugging his cock with the whole tight, hot length of her. Batman took another firm fistful of her hair, pulled her down on the desk until she was flat on her back and as he started to move inside of her, he pushed her head back so that she was unable to look at anything but his eyes. The drag and push of his cock moving slowly but surely inside of her was enough to make any woman swoon and she arched her back for him, trying to get him deeper, her fingers digging into the muscular skin of his shoulders. Not once did she look away.

He made love to her hard but gently at the same time. Barbara didn't know how he was able to do both, to control himself so well yet still use the full force of his hips. He made slow, deep strokes into her, making sure to slide his cock against her back wall where he knew made her weak and then bumping into her cervix, making her flinch beneath him. Everytime, her pussy spasmed around him sporadically. On the next thrust, Barbara lifted her hips and Bruce sighed in pleasure when she purposefully squeezed him inside of her, keeping her pussy as tight as she could around him. A thin sheen of sweat covered his body and his jaw was terribly tense and she knew he was doing everything he could to not break her with his cock right now. The emotions flitting through his beautiful face were almost just as erotic as the sex. Knowing that she was the one that drove him to that point, she was the one that he couldn't stay away from, she was the one woman that could truly satisfy all of his desires.

The euphoria was paralyzing and as her insides squeezed and pulsed around him, her legs and arms locked, holding onto him with all the strength she had. Her head dropped back, red hair sprawling out, and her mouth opened though no sound came out. She couldn't breathe, couldn't speak. Finally on the last crest of pleasure, one single, desperate, exhausted whimper left her lips. She relaxed completely, letting him take her as he pleased, offering no resistance or direction. Her pussy seemed to be overflowing with her fluids and the juices were hot on her lips and inner thighs. One hand slid lazily down her body, past her clit to feel where his cock slid in and out of her over and over again. He grunted when she touched him and when her fingers raised up, they were glistening with the product of her orgasm. Barbara brought her fingers to her mouth and in her post orgasmic bliss, she sucked them clean of her come, her eyes fluttering open and closed. A hot mouth closed around the strained, hard peak of her nipple and she sighed, her other hand coming to wrap itself in his hair, holding him there. His thrusts were coming harder, more desperate. When he finally began to come inside of her, he shuddered, his cock twitching inside of her as he buried himself deep in her cunt. Her nipple was mashed beneath his teeth and she moaned gutturally, her nails digging into his scalp. Warm semen poured into her, making her own pussy quiver with delight, milking him for the last few precious drops.

When he was finally finished, he slowly released her bruised nipple from his mouth, licking his lips. His eyes widened slightly when he saw a small, thin trail of blood mixed with saliva dripping down the side of her breast. Barbara watched him looking at the blood trail and she gasped when she felt his cock throb one last time inside of her.

*looks at you with a wicked grin from behind my mug* How'd you like it?! I'm sorry I kept you all waiting this long! The reason I updated this quick was because my darling Silver requested an update for Saturday (today) in return for some fan art. I would love that so much. I've tried to write some myself but I failed... Miserably. Anywho, I'm currently getting set up for my sister's Bridal Shower right now. She's getting married on Friday! So I unfortunately must go, but not before responding to you guys:

Mrs. Wayne: I hope this answered some of your questions! I've had a lot of people asking if it's going to be romantic or if it's just going to be sex, and this should probably be the beginnings to the route of answers... I think sex just as sex is hot but when they start feeling actual connections to each other... That's when it gets interesting, ya know?

leahrichmond: I had no idea it had been that long? Ten chapters?! I've been torturing you! The funny thing is, I've been writing it so much that I forgot you guys couldn't read it! Hopefully this satisfied your cravings. Btw I'm totally thinking about writing some Swiper the Fox/Dora smut just because... Kidding, but seriously, I love you for saying that.

deadpool: How was that for releasing some tension? And how would you like to release some tension with me? ;) I'm super sorry, like I said to Leah up there, about the wait! I hadn't even realized! I'm just hoping the wait made it all the more sweet. Until next time, dear! xxx

LtKesh: It was kind of shaky at first because this really is the first time I've wrote fanfics about anyone but Mistah J... Mmm, Joker... Oops, off topic! But really, my thoughts on that... The thing is, about Selina getting him to submit, is really because she is the definition of a seductress, so in Bruce's mind that's how he relates her, but with Babs, she's innocent, young, new... He can't hold himself back from being the dominant. It's impossible. I think that it isn't really about getting him to submit, it's about the passion he feels when it comes to that. Also, in a couple chapters, there's a scene that might have a bit of insight into the roleplay thing. Plus, your English was amazing, I would have never guessed it was your second language if you hadn't told me!

FETISHPOLICE: Woah, woah, woah... Nothing is better than J and Harley... But this is a close second. ;) Dude, I wish more people wrote about Bats/Bats but its kind of cool, because we're kinda the beginning to maybe the next big OTP. Ya know? That's one of thinking about it, I guess. :)

FANCYFANCY: I completely understand! Selina is the kind of person you just automatically relate to sexuality, because she's so in touch with hers. Barbara is so much more realistic. Plus, the only person I can actually see Ivy fucking is either herself or Harley... She'd never willingly submit to a man!

silver: I already responded to you kinda, but I love you, so whatever. ;) I'm so excited for this said "fan art." You've got no clue! I hope this satisfied your craving, love!

Anonymous 01: LOVE THIS SO MUCH. In my head I kind of imagine it of them having a lot of tension still. They work together because they have a common goal but still have a little unspoken competition while forcing a threesome with Bruce? Like who can make him come most, harder, first. Who makes him moan the loudest. They're still fighting though they work together. Make sense? What are your thoughts?

Mei: It's my lifelong dream (since I was a little kid) to be an author. All I've ever wanted was to write something that effects someone as much as my favorite books effect me. Another dream is to get rights from DC to publish something like this! That's terribly unrealistic, but still... Thank you so much for commenting! Your support is so appreciated! :D

Again, I am so so so sorry that it took so long to get to the Bats/Bats. Next time definitely won't be so long. I love you guys so much, you've got no clue. Until next time, my darlings! I'll miss you!

xoxoxo - Chokes