Author's Notes: Sometimes you spend weeks thinking of what to write and nothing comes to you. Sometimes you know exactly what you want to write but it takes weeks to work out how. Sometimes you start something and about half way through you run out of time and never come back to it, or lose interest. But sometimes, an idea just comes to you and you smash it out in one go without ever losing interest. This chapter was the latter and I honestly think it's one of the best things I've written in ages so I really hope you like it. It's also a very personal story that I really feel a conmection to and I hope you might too.

"You're so annoying" Barbara rolled her eyes. Dick shrugged with a cheeky grin: "you love me really." Babs sighed, it seemedlike the year or two older than him she was equated to about a decade in maturity most of the time. "I tolerate you," she winked. Dick mimed being shot and she laughed. "Idiot."

"Ooh!" He suddenly jumped up and grabbed his bag from the floor. Babs raised an eyebrow. He could be such a hyperactive child sometimes. And yet he was so quiet and restrained around everyone else. But he could just be himself with her because she knew his secret. She knew he was Robin just like she knew he was Batgirl.

Dick produced a tupperware from his bag. "Alfred made cookies," he grinned, "I thought you might like some..." He looked down sheepishly as he said the last part. He always hated admitting things that might let her know he liked her. But he could never stop himself. She smiled warmly: "thanks." "You're welcome," he said quickly.

She smiled at how intensely he was watching her as she took a bite from the first cookie. She didn't let on, but it wasn't the best tasting in the world. That's when she realised, Alfred hadn't made them. He had. For her. He was an idiot but he was a sweet idiot. "They're nice!" She grinned and he grinned back.

She hadn't meant to. But when she'd put her hand back down, it had landed almost on top of his, their fingers meeting. Neither of them said anything. It was like sparks flew from the touch. Their eyes met for a second then they both looked away. Barbara withdrew her hand and Dick looked down. "Um," he went to change the topic but then her hand cupped his cheek, stopping him. And she kissed him.

Barbara's eyes fluttered shut immediately but Dick's went wide in surprise. His heart was racing, and he had literally no idea what he was supposed to do with his hands. He settled for cupping her cheeks back and holding her into the kiss. His eyes then shut too. Barbara pushed forwards slightly and he found himself laying on his back, the redhead on top of him. Their lips broke away and they both smiled.

"You're totally my girlfriend now right?" Dick grinned hopefully. "Idiot," Barbara smirked, leaning in for the kiss again. "Your idiot..." Dick smirked back, his lips smashing back into hers. His left hand flew back to her cheek while his right hand rested on the small of her back. She couldn't believe this was finally happened. She'd been as close to certain that he liked her as she could be, but she'd always held back because she could never be 100% sure it was like that and didn't want to ruin their friendship. She also hadn't been been sure she liked him that way for certain until they kissed and everything just seemed to slot into place.

They lay together making out in each other's embrace for a while but Babs wanted more. And she could feel from the bulge in his pants that he was trying to hide, that Dick did too. She made the first move, peeling away his t-shirt and letting her hands rest on his chest. She smirked at how terrified he looked. He responded by rolling her shirt off too, revealing her sports bra. Babs cursed herself for not wearing her best one. He didn't seem to mind.

Dick felt her take his arms and stretch them above his head, pinning them down by the wrists. He was surprised by how strong she was, although not that surprised. He tried not to show it but he was pretty sure he couldn't move his arms until she released him. Her lips moved down from his to his neck, planting a trail of kisses down to his chest. His breaths became short and jagged as she planted kisses down his stomach towards his navel. "Barbara..." He moaned softly and a smile snuck across her lips. She loved the way he said her name. Then her hands slid down his forearms to his chest too and she leaned back, gripping the buckle of his belt. He bit down on his bottom lip as she stripped his belt away, tossing it over her shoulder.

Barbara liked the feeling of power she had over him. She didn't usually exercise it, but she knew with him she could always take control when she wanted to. And right now she did. His hands gripped her hips as she undid the straps on her bra and let it fall away. His eyes dropped down to look at her breasts for barely a second before they flicked back to her face. She smirked, leaning forwards so her boobs pressed to his chest and kissed him again.

His arms wrapped around her, cradling her bare back, and he rolled over so he was on top now. That took Barbara by surprise. Instinctively, her right leg lifted, her thigh pressing against his side. His hand pressed to it, rubbing for a moment as his mouth pressed down on hers still. Dick then slid his hand around her leg to the inside, gently pushing it away from him to spread her legs open. His lips released her from the kiss in time to moan as he softly stroked and rubbed her entrance through the crotch of her jeans.

Bucked her hips forwards to egg him on and he responded by unzipping her jeans, revealing thin black panties. Barbara's hand flew to his, gripping it tightly. His eyes met hers. She nodded. Her hand guided his underneath her knickers to her vagina, and pressed his fingertips to her clit. She gasped. He licked his lips without realising in anticipation. She nudged his fingers slightly deeper into her pussy and he got the message.

Of his own accord now, two fingers pressed into her entrance and began to cautiously probe deeper. Barbara's whole body spasmed in response. Dick felt her writhe and squirm beneath him and his cock must have grown at least 3 inches in response. He fingered her a little harder, his confidence growing with his lust and she responded with more moans and more writhing. "Oh god..." She gasped. "It's alright, you can just call me Dick," he grinned, unable stop himself.

Barbara suddenly surged forwards and pushed Dick back onto his back, his hand slipping out of her panties again. His grin fell and he looked nervous. "Shut up and fuck me, idiot." She practically ripped open his jeans with lust. His boxers were yanked away from him shortly after. Dick had never seen her like this: the redhead was usually so calm but now seemed to have gone wild. Her panties flew off her and landed softly on the floor, leaving them both naked.

Dick felt his arms pinned down again. He would never admit it, but he'd dreamed of being in her power like this for a long time. Her hips rocked against his, searching for the head of his cock. They both gasped as his cock slid gradually into her pussy. She made the first move, which was no surprise to either of them, rolling herself against him as she rode him. Her hands jumped from his arms to his chest again, scratching slightly at it. This freed his hands to grasp her hips as she rolled into him

He started to thrust up into her and she gasped, quickly turning to a moan. Having established she liked it, Dick picked up the pace, thrusting into her as often as she rocked into him. It became a consistent game of 1-2. But then instinctively he knew to go further, thrusting up into her and pushing forwards so she was off balance then rolling so he was on top once more. He thrust down into her and realised the benefits of having gravity on your side. Barbara let out an actual squeak in reaction to how deep he now reached.

Finding a new rhythm, Dick pounded down into the redhead with all he had, taking careful note of everything that flashed across her face. One of her hands was on the back of his neck, fingers fiddling with strands of his short black hair. The other was on the small of his back, pushing down to encourage him. He barely needed the encouragement anymore.

With an almighty thrust, Dick found himself finishing. It was a climax like none he'd ever experienced before. He couldn't stop himself from moaning out her name: "Barbara..." The thought that he'd been too quick, or taken too long, or in some other way disappointed flashed across his mind, but when he looked down at her, Barbara looked satisfied. Dick grinned to himself as he slumped down and rolled over to lie next to her. Both took a moment to catch their breath.

"That," Babs chirped up, "was fun." "Yeah..." Dick breathed. "They don't call me boy wonder for nothing," he recovered the cocky act quickly. "Idiot," she shook her head with a giggle. "Yep," he agreed with his cheeky grin. She pressed her hand to his chest and snuggled up into him, and he put his arm lovingly around her.

"I still need to teach you how to cook though," she muttered.

"What?"