Author's Notes: originally published as part of the MarvelDC collection. I'm really quite proud of this one - Barbara Gordon and Matthew Murdock

Gotham's new district attorney had a lot going for him. A blind lawyer from Hell's Kitchen, Matthew Murdock was simply the best man for the job. At least that's what Commissioner James Gordon had told his daughter. As Barbara sat opposite him, she couldn't help thinking he was the right man for a more personal job too.

Barbara felt her heart jump as his hand reached across the desk and rested on top of hers. Murdock smiled at her and Barbara could have sworn those dark red glasses looked as devilish as any eyes. "The Scarecrow is safely behind bars once more Miss Gordon," he told her, "there is nothing to fear."

Barbara went to reply but her voice caught in her throat. "Good," she forced out. "Not that I was afraid," Murdock chuckled and his hand withdrew from hers as he stood up. "Of course not, you're not afraid of anything, are you... Batgirl..."

Barbara looked up at him in disbelief. "How?" She asked slowly, "how did you-" Murdock cut her off with his answer before she'd finished: "same smell. Same rhythm of the heart. I may be blind but my other senses more than compensate. I simply recognised you from last night..."

Barbara's eyes narrowed. Last night, he'd said. But she'd only met him for the first time today. Last night she'd been jumping across rooftops dressed as bat. Last night she'd found herself teaming up with the New York vigilante Daredevil to shut down one of the Scarecrow's operations. Then it dawned on her. He may be blind, but his other sense more than compensated. Matt Murdock was Daredevil.

"Well you're quite the devil, aren't you," she smirked. "Yes," he grinned back at her, "yes I am. And in more ways than one." "Why did you really come to Gotham?" Barbara found herself on her feet too now. "Because I heard the Bat had got himself caught up with the Hellfire Club. Because I believe Gotham City can be a better place, and well... Let's just say I have experience with hell."

The two redheads were stood so close now, Barbara hadn't even noticed herself moving closer to him. But she could feel his breath on her cheek now. The memory of the adrenaline from last night rushing back to her. Her little heart pounding. By contrast he seemed the model of cool and calm. "Not to mention," he said quietly in her ear, "there's a certain other Bat, I'm hoping to get caught up with myself..."

His hand cupped her cheek as she leaned into him. Sparks seemed to fly as their lips met, and Barbara Gordon found herself kissing Matt Murdock. For a moment, it was slow, a simple kiss. Either could have simply stepped away and the connection would have been broken. Then suddenly, one of his arms swiped everything off his desk, while the other wrapped around her waist and lifted her up onto it.

Her legs pressed to his sides as he pushed her down into the desk, scrambling on top of her. His hands searched her thighs, pushing underneath Bab's thin pencil skirt. Her hands were already tugging at his tie, and unbuttoning his shirt. Matt buried his face in her neck, nibbling at the soft sensitive skin. He took a deep breath. It was her smell that drove him wild. That brought out the devil in him.

His shirt was discarded on the floor, and Barbara was immediately pulling at his belt. Matt pushed her skirt further and further up her thighs until almost all of her smooth sexy legs were revealed. His belt flew across the room. Murdock tore Barbara's shirt open and Barbara moaned as his ead dived into her chest, pressed into her modest breasts.

Barbara's shirt was shrugged off her shoulders, and she felt one of the straps of her bra fall from her shoulders. She had no time to rectify that situation though as Matt Murdock was making her whole body writhe in his grasp, his hands gripping her sides tightly as his mouth planted kisses down her stomach, past her navel.

Barbara Gordon's legs lifted into the air as her knickers were dragged off, and she found her ankles resting on his shoulders as his hands firmly grasped her under-thighs, spreading her legs apart for his head to drop between them.

Barbara shook with pleasure, unable to control her gasps and moans as Murdock searched her vagina with his tongue. He was the devil, suckling on her clitoris as he probed deeper with his tongue. Her body spasmed with each flick of his devil's tongue, and every gentle nibble on her clit. She was left gasping for breath as he pulled his face back from her entrance with a proud grin.

Matt slipped out of his boxers and the nude lawyer then dragged the redheaded vigilante by her ankles, down from his desk to the floor. She landed on her back with a laugh, and he was instantly upon her, pinning her down beneath him, arms up by her head. His lips crashed into hers once more and passion fuelled the loving embrace. Then Murdock broke away and his face hovered above hers, taking another deep breath.

Barbara's breasts heaved and her heart raced as he held her there beneath him. She couldn't tell how much time passed as he seemed to just... Admire her. The blind man somehow seemed able to appreciate every aspect of her beauty despite his impairment. The intoxicating smell, the sweet sound of her broken nervous breathing, the feel of her smooth soft trembling flesh, and the delicious taste of the redhead. A grin played across his lips and hers mirrored his.

She gasped, her head shooting upwards with her neck outstretched as his erect penis pushed into her vagina slowly. Matt took the opportunity to plant a series of sharp biting kisses on her exposed neck. He gave her a moment to catch her breath, then he started to rock back and forth.

Barbara gripped his shoulders as he started to grind his pelvis into hers forcefully. Her nails dug sharply into the skin of his shoulders. Her moaning became more frequent, with barely any time spared to draw breath between them. With her head still point upwards, her neck arching, his hand ran along her collarbone, tickling the flesh, before gently grasping her neck.

His thrusts shook her body, pressing her into the floor harder and harder beneath him. His grip on her neck tightened and her moans turned to higher pitched squeaks. With the harshest of thrusts into her pussy, he turned those squeaks to whimpers. Barbara felt herself tensing up, as Matt crashed into her again and again. The redhead's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her. Her face smashed into his in a desperate kiss and Barbara felt herself erupt into climax.

Murdock's grip on her neck tightened further and Barbara felt her vision blur as her whole body shook with orgasm. Her pelvis was spasming beneath his and his hips rolled slowly to a stop, reaching his own climax. She let out a huge gasp as he let go of her neck and her whole body seemed to shoot upwards towards him for a moment before falling back down in a panting sweat-coated mess. Murdock was still grinning down at her.

He rolled onto his back, his arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her with him. Barbara found herself slumped against his chest, her head nestled beneath his chin. His arm wrapped around her shoulders protectively. "Now that's what I call a team up," Matt grinned at her. She laughed, "Objection counsellor," she winked at him. "As if," he pulled her back into a deep long kiss.

The Mad Hatter should have known better than to run. Sweat trickled down from his forehead as he ran as fast as his legs would take him through the streets of Gotham. But there was no escape from the new Dynamic Duo. Black with a dash of purple blocked on route of escape, cape blowing in the breeze alongside long red hair. The other exit was guarded by the Devil himself, clad in dark red. The Mad Hatter never stood a chance. Not against Gotham's newest partnership.

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