Author's Notes: I've had lots of requests, both in reviews and in pms, and a fair few have been Bruce and Babs stories, so I chose to write up this one to keep you satisfied for now. It was a request from JLU which can be seen in the reviews. I've tried to make this one a good one because I agree with Watermelondrea that there are a lot of Babs chapters and I would definitely like to see some more Steph. Cassandra Cain also deserves some stories in here as well but I'm not very familiar with her character, Steph's been by Batgirl in the comics and Barbara's the one they do in everything else. So I'll be holding off on any more Barbara requests for a few chapters and I hope to hear some fantastic requests for Steph or Cassie chapters.
Thank you to all my readers and supporters. Reading your reviews is a highlight of my day. I'm going to try and respond to all the reviews I havent' responded to yet. Raven, I am a Dick/Babs shipper really, but I must admit there is something fun about Bruce/Babs smuts. Not a relationship I particularly care to see in canon though I'm afraid. So basically, I agree with you GTI. HalJordan, I made sure this chapter doesn't end with 'just a dream' for you. Wonder, If you can turn this into a linear storyline then I'm impressed, it's just one-shots in my mind but let me know if you think you see an over-arching storyline. I've done all the 10 chapters I set out to do, so now I'm just going to go for as long as people want more, I get requests, and/or I enjoy it.
Pussyriot,there was a bit of costume in this one for you. CCForever (love your name) they were pretty hot, I'm particularly partial to Nicole Kidman's Dr Chase Meridian. LtDanko, no threesomes planned at the moment, but I've not really got much planned at all at the moment. Watermelondrea, I would love to do a chapter with Cass Cain in it, I'm not sure I count Huntress as a Batgirl but she could be in a chapter with one of the other Batgirls I suppose. NightwingGirl, HERE IT IS! XD,
Abby, thanks for the request, I will keep it in mind for the future. Guest, When I do some more Babs fics I'll try and give you some more Dick/Babs. JLU, I hope you enjoy your request here. MassagedVag, Thanks :) Finally, Guest, Love the rhyming, gave me a smile.
Batman and Batgirl were on monitor duty in the Watchtower. They were the only ones up on the space station. Bruce sat at the monitors, his chin resting in his hands. Barbara was elsewhere on the station. A light flashed on the dashboard, signalling Bruce that Barbara needed him. He forced himself up out of the chair and prowled through the corridors to the room she was in.
Batgirl was one of the newest recruits to the Justice League. She had Batman to thank for her entrance into the premier superhero team. She wanted to thank him for her promotion. The door slid open and Batman stepped inside. The lights clicked on at his movement and Batgirl was laid across the bed seductively.
She wasn't in her costume, not her usual one anyway. She wore a tight black half-top with a window cut from the bat-symbol. She also had on a short black skirt with yellow trim that barely hid the grey panties beneath, alongside a domino mask not unlike the ones Robin and Nightwing wore. "Hey boss," she whispered with a wink.
"Barbara..." he muttered quietly in disbelief. He'd never seen her like this before. He'd never realised just how beautiful she was. But this was Commissioner Gordon's daughter. His friend. He couldn't let this happen. Could he? She beckoned him towards her with two fingers and he stepped closer to her. "We can't..." he said resolutely, but he could already feel himself weakening as he looked at her.
She pouted. "Why not?" she whispered, as if daring him. The young redhead had finished her teenage years a long time ago and she was as much of a consenting adult as Bruce himself was now. "Bruce Wayne is dating Vicki Vale," Batman stated. She smirked and traced a finger down his chest. "The fact that you said that in third person tells me everything I need to know. Besides, it's not like I'd be the only secret you're keeping from her."
Her skin smelt of lust and they were so close now that Bruce could feel his resolve weakening. She sat up and shuffled towards him with intent in her eyes. Her legs clamped to his sides and she placed her arms on her shoulders. Her lips hovered by his ear, and her eyes pointed towards a golden rope that was lying on the bed. "I borrowed Diana's lasso..." she whispered to him.
Batman couldn't hold back anymore. He lunged forwards, grabbing Barbara's shoulders and slamming his lips down into hers. Barbara had been cheeky and confident but she was also nervous. Both of them could hear her heart racing as they made out. Bruce was pushing her back onto the bed, laying her on her back, lying on top of her.
Barbara reached for the lasso and loosely wrapped it's golden coil around her wrists. "Help me tie it?" she whispered. He silently knotted the rope around her wrists, and then tied the lasso to the head of the bed, pinning her arms above her head. "Strip." Bruce couldn't tell if it was demanding or begging. Her eyes were wide with lust. He stood up and closed the door. Then he started to roll off his costume. He even discarded his treasured cape and cowl. The bat-costume landed in a heap on the floor. He looked at her with an indiscernible expression then tugged down his underwear.
Batgirl watched him with wide eagle eyes, eagerly looking over his naked form. He straddled her waist and she felt his strong hand rubbing her forearms and shoulders with care. "Ooh," she moaned out, "You're so hot," she added as a murmur. She found the riveting sensations and pulses his movements were shooting through her body weren't just arousing her, they were raising her nerves, making her babble. "That's good," she'd say, or "Just the spot," or sometimes "Keep touching me."
His hands left her shoulders. One gently stroked her bare midriff slowly while the other traced circles into her thigh. "Do you think I'm hot?" she breathed out. "Yes," he replied. "I want you so bad," Barbara continued. She was aware of him peeling up her top and searching for the strap on her bra. "I've wanted you for a while," she kept going, "Every girl's wanted Bruce Wayne since they started wanting anyone. I wanted Batman too."
Her bra fell away and he cupped her breasts gently, working them lightly up and down. "Ever since I found out you were working with my father. I used to have dreams that you would come to my bedroom at night to protect me. That we'd fall in love. You'd reveal your identity. We'd make love. Every night." He kept silently groping her boobs passionately. She fell silent too, not sure how to go on.
"I've thought about you too," he spoke up suddenly. His hands left her breath and ran down to her legs which he gripped tightly, protectively. She looked up intrigued and raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" she smirked. "Sometimes, when I think about a life where my parents never died and I never became Batman, I think that Jim and I would still be friends. But he is older than me, and you're not that much younger. I've imagined before that we were together in that version of reality."
She moaned as he let his hands slide further up her legs, beneath her skirt. "It was a childish dream and I never paid it any attention. But I paid you attention. I always thought your Batgirl costume suited you." She didn't know how to respond. She'd never heard him open up like this before. When he finished speaking though the gruff demeanour of Batman had been replaced by the boyish charm of Bruce Wayne. It was like he'd forgotten to be the Dark Knight.
"What do you think of my new costume?" she asked with a grin. "I think it's an improvement. Maybe one for the private collection though," Bruce replied. Without the mask on, he was allowing himself to smile as he spoke. Even though Barbara knew it was the smile he put on every time he was pretending to be a bored womanizing multi-billionaire playboy, it was still made her feel special.
"You know where it would look better?" she licked her lips as she spoke and her legs wrapped around him, pulling him tightly into her, his crotch pressing against her. "On my floor?" he asked as his fingers trickled further up her skirt to the little grey, slightly damp, panties. "On this floor," she corrected him and he eased her knickers down, tossing them away.
She gasped out as he gently fingered her pussy, lightly pumping his fingers in and out of her entrance. He gave her wet vagina a passionate rubbing with his hand as he kissed her on the lips with equal passion. Then he positioned himself to penetrate. She moaned out louder than ever when he grinded down into her.
He thrust down into her powerfully and his hands gripped her helpless arms, still bound by the lasso. Her legs lifted and clung to him as he swayed back and forth. His lips were pressed to hers so tightly it was almost like a gag; a tasty, tongue-exploring, gag. "Screw me harder," she shouted when his lips broke away, definitely begging now. Bruce was happy to oblige and fucked her with all the might he could muster.
She could feel it building inside her with each thrust as he pounded up and down into his hot ginger partner's sexy perfect body. There were sprinkles of freckles dotted across her body, most prominently lining the ridge of her nose and her hair, usually tied back loosely, had been allowed to hang free tonight, falling far longer than even she had realised it would. Her firm youthful breasts rose and fell with each push he made and each breath she took. She couldn't take anymore and the eruption began.
To his credit, Bruce kept going through the start of her fierce orgasm, riding her with passion until he was done also. He groaned as he finished and she panted for breath. She let her legs drop back to the bed with a sigh. He quickly regained his breath and she felt him lightly stroking her. "You like being tied down then?" he asked genuinely, the Bruce persona still dominant but starting to fade back to the Bat. She nodded. "I do. Do you know what I also like?" she leaned forwards and whispered into his ear words that took even the caped crusader by surprise and caused his eyes to widen. She grinned and winked cheekily.
Diana had returned to the Watchtower to check on the two Bats. She was worried the younger might be lonely; Batman wasn't famous for his people skills. Also, she seemed to have misplaced her lasso of truth and was wondering if it had been left on the Watchtower. The monitors told which room she could find them in and she made her way. She slid open the door and opened her mouth to speak only to find words completely failing her. She couldn't look at Batman or Batgirl again without turning bright red for weeks...