chapter 17

"Where the hell do you think he's heading?" Barbara asked, looking at the screen in front of her with confusion etched into her face. They'd been tailing Crane for twenty minutes now. He'd just crossed the city border and exited Gotham, making their bewilderment that much stronger. It was rare that their usual rogues left the city limits. Gotham was their hunting ground. It was very convenient then, though, that the Family had no jurisdiction. They didn't falter even slightly following him out of the city.

Bruce didn't respond and instead let the question hang like it was rhetorical. After a few minutes of silence, he said, "So tell me again what exactly happened."

Barbara groaned. "I've told you twice, Bruce. Haven't you been listening to me?"

"Yes, I have been," He said, giving her a look. "It just seems fishy. Selina didn't sound like she was trying to pay him back, so why did she go? Why didn't she just get out of town, like she should've done in the first place?"

"I'm not inside her head, and in all honesty I don't want to be," Batgirl muttered. "I never got a chance to tell you about what my dad said, did I?" She turned in her seat, watching him as he drove. He hesitantly took his eyes off the road, his brow lowered.

"No? What? When?"

"Just the other night. Apparently the toxin is…. Completely different than ever before. It gets stronger with every single victim. So that plan Lucius has of making an antidote won't work. You can't protect yourself from a thousand different viruses."

"It's changing on it's own," Bruce stated.

She nodded and said, "Evolving. The cells just keep reproducing, practically."

Bruce's fists clenched around the steering wheel tightly. "Do you think he's working with Ra's again?"

Barbara frowned. She had thought that it sounded familiar when the Commissioner first told her. And they'd all also speculated that he wasn't working alone. Maybe it was Ra's. Who else had the means of doing something that other worldly? "I hadn't even thought about that," Barbara said.

"I'm pretty sure that the only way he could even access that kind of science is if it wasn't science at all. Karlo came to mind," He said with a shrug. "But I doubt it. His crimes are nowhere near the same standard as Crane's. Ra's, though… They have similar goals. Sort of."

"Sort of being the key word there."

Bruce nodded thoughtfully. "I guess we'll figure it out when we find him," He told her absently. A loud beep snapped them out of their conversation and they both focused in on the screen. The tracker was failing rapidly from the rain. "Shit," He growled, slamming his foot on the accelerator. Barbara tapped at the screen impatiently to make sure it wasn't just a glitch. The red blinking light continued to flicker, gaining speed until finally the screen went black. "Goddammit!" Bruce shouted.

"Just drive," Barbara said. "We might still be able to find them."

"Yeah?" He asked. "How do you think we'll do that?" He eased onto the breaks and the car came to a stop in the middle of the empty road.

"I don't know, Bruce!" She cried. "Stop shouting, please!"

His fists clenched angrily around the steering wheel and Barbara turned towards the window, sighing and looking out at the black rain. The energy in the car was alive with stress and Barbara's head was aching because of it. It was silent for a few minutes until he turned towards her and placed his hand on her thigh, making her look over at him. "I'm sorry," He said dryly.

She took a breath. "It's okay," She whispered. The rain beat down heavily on the car for a few minutes as they sat in silence, until finally Barbara spoke again. "Bruce, I…"

"What?"

She paused to bite on her lip. "I don't know. Nevermind."

"No, what?" He asked, turning towards her. "Barbara," He urged.

She shook her head. "Nothing, really."

"Barbara, talk to m—" She stopped him from talking by kissing him, catching his words in her mouth. He stared at her for a second and then sighed, irritated, but wasn't going to deny her. He pulled her over to the drivers side of the car and pushed the seat back so that she could sit on his lap as they kissed. Her hands held either side of his face as she hunched over him, hungrily sucking his lips into her mouth, nipping at them gently and gliding her tongue into his mouth to taste his. She still wanted him from that tease he had pulled earlier and figured now was the time to act on it, here, stuck in the middle of nowhere without a lead, alone. He grabbed onto her bottom and pulled her onto him further, pressing her clit into the firm kevlar tightly, rubbing her against him to get her revved up. She moaned obscenely into his mouth and he exhaled harshly. "Barbara, wait," He said and she whimpered from the loss of contact. "Don't try to distract me," He said impatiently, but didn't let her move from her position, which to her was a good sign.

"It's not trying to distract you. I want you," She breathed insistently.

"Babs," He said, but she cut him off again.

"Do you want to fuck me or not?"

He licked his lips and while breathing hard, he said, "More than you know." She smiled shyly and rubbed her clit harder against his armor, her arms snaking behind his neck again as he kissed down her warm neck. "I want you naked, baby," He commanded. She nodded and as she went to slip out of the costume, he removed the armor from his lap until he was able to free his cock from the kevlar and boxers. The outfit bunched around her thighs, exposing her pussy and in one swift motion, he was buried completely inside of her. The sex was hot and fast, impatient and aroused and they gasped into each other's ears, not speaking as she rode him. Barbara bounced on his cock over and over until his teeth were grinding together and he had to grab ahold of her hips and buck up inside of her, making a ragged, damp moan leave her throat. She bit into his shoulder, not too hard but enough to make it feel good and his cock jerked inside of her. There was something about the fact that they were still in costume, cowls and armor on, sitting in the Tumbler that made it that much more erotic. Not too mention they were supposed to be looking for Selina. Her cunt spasmed around him and she tilted her head back as she groaned, pleasure coursing through her as she basked in the knowledge that he was sitting here having marvelous, hot car sex when he could be out searching for Catwoman. Batman grunted loudly, trying to work himself deeper but the angle wouldn't allow it. With a growl, he pulled her off his cock and said, "Get in the back seat and lay down." She licked her lips and climbed back quickly, kicking impatiently to get her costume off her legs. Bruce took a moment to admire her, his mouth watering at the sight of her, Bat cowl on, naked and writhing in his backseat, his name on her lips.

He climbed back and pushed roughly into her, making her moan again loudly, her hands coming up to wrap around his neck as he started to fuck her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pushing into him so that he would go deeper. She couldn't stop moaning, gasping, making needy little grunts as his thrusts sped up. She was so hot and wet and tight, the whole length of her clinging onto his cock almost painfully, making his vision blur. "Bruce," She gasped. "Uh! Uh… Oh, fuck… Ah!" Her moans continued to grow in pitch and length as she approached her impending orgasm. He looked down at her as he thrusted inside of her cunt, watching her face contort and twist with pleasure. Her eyes were closed, head tilted to the side, chin up, lips open and panting… One of his gloved hands grasped at her breast, squeezing it in his palm and she shuddered, her hand landing on top of his and feeling him as he groped at her chest. He was close, terribly awful close and knew he wouldn't be able to hold out another minute.

She hadn't come yet. Guilt held his orgasm at bay for another few moments but then Barbara looked up into his eyes, her hands around his neck and she said in a voice that was deliriously happy, her eyes bright and glowing, "Bruce, I… I think I'm falling for you." His eyes widened and then it was crashing through him like a wrecking ball and his balls emptied themselves inside of her, filling up her pussy with his seed. A few more sharp thrusts into her, burying his come, and then he was gasping, pulling out. Her breath was ragged, her eyes blinking to regain clarity. Before she could even focus in on his face, she felt the warm, slippery feeling of a tongue lapping at her pussy and she shivered wildly. "Bruce, oh my god…" He wasted no time, knowing she was all warmed up and ready to go and his tongue started licking furiously at her clit that was pulsing with need, turning red with the strain of her lust. "Batman, oh… Lick it harder," She begged, her hands pushing his head down into her until finally a beautiful orgasm was making it's way through her, her pussy shuddering and quivering deliciously. Her legs writhed as she moaned deliriously, bliss taking over her mental faculties. He rode out the orgasm by sucking her clit hard until she collapsed and he released it, letting her rest. He watched her gasping, laying there, exhausted and a strange feeling filled his stomach. It was almost like butterflies, but not as nervous. It was a warmth, a liquid warmth that seemed to fill him from his very core, something that he wanted to describe like adoration or praise or even rapture, but they weren't exactly it.

Instead of driving himself crazy trying to define it, he kissed up the skin of her belly, her chest, pressing soft kisses to each of her cute, pert pink nipples and then her mouth. It was a slow kiss, one that wasn't lustful, but something completely different, though just as strong. Even though she was collapsed, she kissed him with fervor and dedication, sighing against him peacefully. He suddenly knew what he was feeling was the same thing she was. Somehow in the last two weeks their lust had transformed into something completely different and the jealousy and confusion suddenly made so much sense. Maybe it wasn't love but it was something.

It was all bliss, like they were experiencing a personal high that only they could get until a bright light shined in through the tinted window and they both blinked rapidly, covering their eyes to shield them from the beam as they scurried to sit up and cover themselves. The light went away suddenly and there was a crash which Barbara assumed was a flashlight dropping. Half a second after, she heard a voice. "Oh, my god."

Her stomach sank.

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I'm sorry, I know that was a mean place to end the chapter, but I couldn't help myself. I'm evil and I'm proud, and you know you love it. *wink wink* I told you there would be some more rough, wonderful Bat sex, didn't I? In the words of Mistah J... "I'm a man of my word..." Only. I'm a woman. You get the point... Sadly I am suffering from a terrible fever right now, have been sick in bed the past two days and it's the worst thing ever because my sister's bachelorette party is tonight, where I'm supposed to be the kind-of-somewhat-host, we're supposed to wear lingerie and there will be more than too much champagne, and I'm like, well fuck, how am I supposed to enjoy any of that when I feel like my head is being crushed by a semi? But hey, life sucks and then you die, am I right?

deadpool: First off, I've noticed that chapter 2 is a favorite for most people and that makes me smile. :D Second, I'm madly in love with the grappling hook bondage idea, and am kind of disappointed in myself for not thinking of that before... Hm. I like the way you think. Then again, you already knew that. And third, now I'm really in the mood to watch The Princess Bride (best movie ever, other than Batman).

BGFAN: No, that was a wonderful review! I love that you said that, because in this chapter I did mention once or twice about how things were more erotic, more passionate when they were in character of their alter egos. I think chapter 16 really focused in on that, too, what with him dressing her in the Batgirl outfit. I think that because the reason they bonded and know each other is through Batman and Batgirl, not just Bruce and Barbara, it plays a huge part in their relationship, ya know? And hell, I know exactly what you mean. I'm a sucker for blow job smut (wow, that was a really lame pun) and for Batman, so mm, I feel you. Thank you sooo much for saying that this one of the best things you've read as of recently, that comment seriously made me swoon in delight.

silver: I have no shame, so why should my characters? ;) I really like what you said about their suits being like lingerie. That was a really good description, and kind of true, because of course, they aren't just normal clothes and things get so much sexier when they're in costume. I don't know, but I'm sure you understand what I'm saying. And honestly, no idea whatsoever. I trust your instincts. :)

WonderBabe: Love those ideas! I really like the third one, like him sort of having an idea of something going on and then finding out or seeing it. It would give it a lot of build up, too. I'll most definitely try to whip something up soon! I've got a few little things up my sleeve for the time being including this story, of course, and I also am trying to update the Exhibition, though that isn't a top priority right now. I want to get the second chapter of Too Much Good Whiskey up fairly soon and I'm also working on a new Joker/Batman oneshot. ;) For all you JxBats shippers, keep an eye out! Whenever I end up starting on it, though, I'll let you know ASAP. :)

FANCYFANCY: I'm glad you feel that way! I know a lot of people like to know exactly what to imagine the setting and characters are and look like, but since in my head it's all very specific to well, everything, that it's impossible. I remember when I used to publish stories on Quotev, on my most popular I always had people asking who I based my characters off of and everytime I'd be like "Just imagine who you want to imagine!" So it's nice to know that it's appreciated to actually have a very singular idea of what the characters look like. If that made any sense... Also, I didn't go to school for writing, actually, though one of these days I will! I sadly am just a high school student. Though, in a couple years and a few thousand dollars later, maybe I will be! ;) All I can say is that writing really just takes practice. It comes easier to some people, but as long as you really put your heart and soul in it and care about the things you're saying then it should flow pretty well. If you ever need any tips or advice, I'm more than willing to try and help!

seabear: Ah, thank you so much! :D I really, really hope that this chapter lived up to your expectations and I can't wait to hear from you again!