Barbara Gordon lay in her bed, the soft glow of her alarm clock illuminating her bedroom. The light reflected off the polished surfaces of her gymnastics trophies, casting eerie silhouettes on the walls. Her bedroom window creaked open. She groaned, recognizing the familiar sound.

Barbara blinked, opening her eyes. She saw the time on the clock first: 4:32am. Then she saw the offending little gremlin crouched at the foot of her bed. Dick Grayson, Robin waved with a mischievous grin.

"What the hell, Dick?" Barbara snapped, sitting up in her bed. "Why are you in my room?"

Dick approached her, mischievous grin still plastered on his face. "I couldn't sleep," he said, flopping down on her bed bedside her. He was teasing her.

Barbara scowled, pushing him off her bed. "Get out," she demanded. "Go back on patrol."

Dick didn't budge. "Gotham's quiet. The boss is grumpy." He looked her straight in the eye, a melancholy look suddenly on his face. "And I miss you." He reached out to touch her cheek. She could almost have given into him then - those big sad eyes. Almost.

"Well I was enjoying sleeping," she snapped, shoving him again.

"We can find other things for you to enjoy, Babs," he grinned, impish glint back in his eye. She stuck her tongue out: "Not a chance, Boy Wonder." He took it as a challenge, stroking her cheek again. "Come on, Batgirl…" he teased.

Quick as a flash, he pinned her down on the bed, his body hovering over hers. He was younger than her, a little shorter, but, she realised at that moment, considerably stronger. Barbara's heart raced as she stared up at him, her chest heaving with every breath.

"Dick, what are you doing?" she demanded, but her voice was trembling.

Dick leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "If you don't like it, tell me to stop, Barbara," he whispered.

Barbara's mind raced. She couldn't believe what was happening. Acting on instinct, she tried to push him off her, but he was too strong. He laughed slightly.

Dick started to kiss down her neck, nibbling her soft skin, leaving tiny marks in their wake. Barbara's breath hitched as he reached her collarbone, her body trembling with desire.

"Tell me to stop," Dick said, his voice low and taunting.

Barbara couldn't find the words. She wanted him too much. Now he'd started, she couldn't bear the thought of him leaving her bed.

Dick peeled up her shirt, exposing her breasts. He groped them, his fingers teasing her nipples. Barbara moaned, her back arching off the bed.

"Tell me to stop," Dick said again, his voice a low growl now. Again she said nothing

Dick reached into her shorts, his fingers finding her clit. He started to rub her, his fingers moving in slow circles. Barbara moaned, her hips bucking off the bed.

"Tell me to stop," he repeated, his voice even lower. She whimpered.

Dick's fingers moved faster, his thumb rubbing her clit in tight circles. Barbara moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

"Please," she breathed out and he raised an eyebrow. "Don't stop." He grinned triumphantly.

Just as she was about to cum, Dick stopped. He pulled his fingers out of her shorts, leaving her panting and wanting more. She looked at him pleadingly. He reached out and tugged on a strand of her ginger hair, twirling it around his finger.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you," Dick said, a smirk on his face.

"What?" She breathed out. He released the captured strand, and admired how the bedhead mess of carrot-coloured locks had fallen in front of her face.

"I could go back on patrol like you asked. Leave you like this. Unless you say the magic words."

He was really teasing her now and she wanted to slap him. But she wanted him to let her finish more.

His hand slipped back into her shorts, testing her readiness. Her hips bucked at his touch. She moaned. "You're desperate," he grinned. Her hips bucked wildly again. "You're gagging for it," he laughed. Then he withdrew his fingers just as she drew close again, leaving her breathless and unsated once more. He was going to keep edging her until he got his way.

"Tell me you want me to fuck you."

Barbara's mind raced. She couldn't believe what he was asking her to say. She couldn't bring herself to say the words.

Dick leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. His hand brushed against her shorts threateningly again."Tell me you want me to fuck you, Barbara," he whispered.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Dick grinned and yanked down her shorts without a second's hesitation, exposing her wet pussy. He positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her entrance.

"Tell me louder," Dick said, his voice low and husky. He was really pushing his luck now.

He pinched her nipples tightly, pulling them taut. She felt the mixture of pain and pleasure shot through her aching body.

"I want you to fuck me," Barbara said, her voice louder this time.

He smacked her ass-cheek, the slap echoing around her bedroom, and leaving a red handprint. "Louder," he demanded.

"I want you to fuck me!" She shouted desperately.

He grinned down at her, pinning her wrists by her head as he started to rock his hips into hers. "Alright dear, there's no need to shout."

Dick pushed himself inside her, his cock filling her up. Barbara moaned, her hips bucking off the bed. She had made up her mind to be furious with him but she soon forgot that resolution as he rolled his hips into her again and again, the motion driving her wild.

Dick's thrusts became faster, his hips moving in a wild frenzy. Barbara moaned louder, her body trembling with pleasure.

She writhed beneath him, her hips moving in time with his. Dick leaned down, his lips finding hers as he started to thrust faster, their lips moving together in sync. His hand moved down, his thumb finding her clit as he started to circle it, sending shivers down her spine. Barbara gasped, her nails digging into his arms as she finally started to cum. Dick groaned, his cock twitching inside her as he started to cum too.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting heavily. Barbara wrapped her arms around him, her body still trembling with pleasure. They lay there catching their breath, in peaceful silence.

At last, Barbara turned to Dick, scowling. He laughed at the look on her face. "I'm in trouble now," he teased, then spanked her playfully, making her gasp. "Don't pretend you didn't love that, Babs."

She went to argue but he clamped his hand to her mouth to silence her. She glared. "Chill out, Babs. I know how to make you squirm, now."

He grinned down at Barbara, his hand moving down to her pussy.

"Again?" she asked, her voice trembling.

Dick grinned, his fingers moving down to her clit as he started to circle it. "Again." Then he leaned down and started whispering his filthy demands in her ear again as she lost herself in moans of pleasure.

"Oh. Oh! Oooooooooh…."