Author's Notes: I guess I was sort of thinking BTAS when I wrote this but it doesn't matter which version you imagine. It's inspired by a scene in the episode Batgirl Returns but with Daggert replaced sith Riddler and Catwoman not there. If I was casting it, I'd probably go for David Tennant and Emma Watson. Whatever version you think of though I hope you enjoy Barbara Gordon and the Riddler, and let me know about any requests for this collection.
Barbara looked down at the pit of acid and swallowed. "So what, you're just going to leave me hanging over there right?" The Riddler chuckled. "Oh no my dear," he smirked, "I'm far too smart for that. You'd escape in the nick of time like you heroes always do. The acid is just to dispose of the body. I'm going to shoot you."
This was it. Her short career as Batgirl was going to be over any second now. She could see the end of the Riddler's gun aimed straight at her chest. "Wait" she breathed out. He paused. "What? What is it?" Barbara couldn't believe she was about to do this, but she couldn't see any other way out.
"Surely you can think of something else you'd like to do with me? After I got all dressed up for you..." She stepped towards the Riddler, putting on her winning smile. "Don't you like how I look in my costume Eddie?" She pressed her lips to his gently and felt his arm snake around her waist. It was working.
When Batman had told her to do anything to survive except killing, Batgirl was pretty sure he hadn't meant this. Although she'd be lying if she claimed there wasn't a part of her that was enjoying this. The Riddler was hardly the least attractive of Gotham's rogues gallery, and in truth, she did kind of respect his intelligence. Barbara had always respected brains over brawn.
"You do fill it out rather well," Riddler admitted, breaking off the kiss. Batgirl was the one smirking now. The Riddler was hardly the worst of the worst. He left clues that allowed them to catch him, and he always relied on intellect, never resorting to brute force. So, in a way, Barbara thought, he deserved this. She went to kiss him again.
He stopped her though. His hand caught her cheek and held her at a distance, his thumb pressing against her soft skin. He paused. "You can keep the mask," he said slowly, "the rest has to go..." She paused. Then she nodded.
The Riddler watched eagerly as Batgirl detached her cape. She let if flutter softly to the ground. Then she reached round to fumble with the zip for her costume on the back. He watched her struggle for a few moments then he caught her hand. She looked at him. He smiled. Then he took the zipper and eased it down her back, revealing pale beautiful flesh.
He peeled off his gloves then let his right hand trace a finger up her now exposed spine. Barbara felt it tingle. Then his hands grasped her costume and rolled it off her shoulders. She felt his lips press to her shoulder blades. Felt his tongue. Then his hands clasped on her shoulders firmly. She stood there anxiously for a moment, then he started to rub. He was massaging her. She couldn't help but moan.
Pleased with himself, the Riddler kissed the loose strands of her red hair flowing from her mask, and he kissed the back of her neck. Then, rather aggressively, he tore her costume down further, exposing her boobs. Without hesitation he yanked down her bra and Barbara felt his hands grasp her young breasts.
She let her head fall backwards onto his shoulder as his curled around, showering her open neck with kisses, while his hands rolled her tits against her chest. She felt his palms pressing against her, working the soft mounds efficiently. Then suddenly he pinched both nips and she squeaked. She genuinely squeaked. She heard him laugh and his hands started to slide downwards. "Oh God" she moaned.
She felt her costume slither down her legs, and then his hands worked their way back up the smooth skin, carefully stroking and groping her inner thighs. "My, my" he remarked as one of his hands reached her panties and stopped. Waiting. "Someone's got a bit wet down here," he hissed in her ear. She went to respond but a sharp slap on her vagina silenced her.
She cried out when he spanked her pussy again. Then his hand started to rub gently, softly, soothing the pain. "Shh," he whispered in her ear. She nodded. His hand slid inside the thin fabric. She moaned as he rubbed, and he slapped her vagina again. Everytime she made a noise as he pleasured her, he punished her. Then suddenly his hand withdrew, and he tugged down her wet panties.
She felt one arm around her waist to support her, the other pressed on the small of her back, bending her over until her hands met the floor. She felt a wet finger press to her rear, smearing her asshole. Then Batgirl heard a zip, followed by the feeling of the Riddler's erection pressing against her butt.
He was not gentle with her as he thrust into her. The time for that had passed. Now he was fucking Batgirl and he was fucking her hard. Her ass was pleasingly tight and his cock throbbed inside her. She cried out as he screwed her. He spanked her ass as punishment. As before, every noise was met with a harsh slap, this time to her soft butt cheeks. But he was fucking her with such force it was impossible to stay quiet. Her ass started to shine as red as her hair and the Riddler grinned.
The hand that wasn't spanking her was wrapped in her long red hair, and pulling on it tightly, with each thrust he got deeper inside her and her hair was yanked back further. Barbara's eyes started to well with tears from the force. She didn't know how much more she could take. "I'm cumming," she moaned. He spanked her. The hardest yet. "I can see that!" He told her, spanking her again for good measure.
His cock ploughed into her over and over, thoroughly screwing her ass. Barbara had never felt so dominated. She'd always been a good girl before. She was beginning to see the appeal of being bad now. She felt him tense up and knew it was about to be over, then he pulled out and pushed her down to her knees. She turned to look at him just in time to get a face full of cum.
She went to wipe her face clean but he caught her hands and held them away. More cum sprayed onto her, covering her face almost completely. Finished, the Riddler rubbed his penis on her features to clean himself. Barbara was helpless to resist. Then he released her hands.
She went for her face but before they even reached there, his head dipped between her legs and she gasped. He was licking her pussy, savouring her own cum. Her hands abandoned her face and instead nestled into his hair as she closed her eyes and lost herself in a series of moans and whimpers.