Sometime

Disclaimer: I don't own these characters... this is for parody use only

Intro: This should probably take place in Bruce Timm's universe - however - any fan of Detective Comics will not have a problem understanding this story line. Barbara is in her first year of being a caped crusader, Robin is Dick Grayson.

Barbara Gordon pushed back the hair that lapped over her nerdy glasses. It was a Saturday night and she found herself in her father's unorganized office waiting for a ride home.
He had often been late, leaving her in the police library studying the exaggerated police reports written by Harvey Bullock. Despite having horrible manners and a low IQ, Bullock was still a good cop. To her knowledge there were only two men who had the advantage of being the complete package in Gotham. One was her father. The other wasn't a cop.
She found herself rubbing down the gray plaid skirt as she felt a quiver come from the back window. In that moment, she wished she had put on something else. Something that no one would recognize her as Barbara Gordon, Librarian, in.
"Your father will be coming home late," the voice spoke.
Years before she had seen the criminals, up close and personal, she had seen him. He had worn eleven different costumes, probably made of rare rubbers, spandex, and kevlar to protect himself from them. The only thing that could truely distinguish him as a man were his eyes. Cold, blue eyes and a half moon shaped opening that revealed his mouth. Why he decided to reveal both were beyond her, but he had kept everything else a secret for eleven years and it didn't seem like anything else would change. She liked that.
"Why," she said turning to look at a small cut on his lip, "will he be late?"
Barbara turned back, feeling nervous. Why didn't she just ask if he was "okay" like any daughter would? Why did she seem like the biggest dork when trying to be more adult-like and cool.
"Officer Landmen was hurt, he is at the hospital and trying to get a hold of his family."
Barbara folded her arms on her black turtleneck, "Oh, okay."
Between Barbara and Batman "the buisness" was never talked about. She was starting her second year of college and to her, he still treated every situation as one she should not hear about.
"What are you here for?" she asked.
"He told me to inform you." the Dark Knight replied.
Inform you. The words repeated over and over again in her head. He was wearing spandex tonight. She liked that. Her masturbation fantasies had always began with a line he had said to her. Something that she would find corny and laugh at after her sheets were damp and sticky fingers would lay on her exposed pert nipple.
Despite her recent adventures, she idolized the fantasy of her sitting up inbed. She would be in her room at her father's apartment and reading book, perhaps for school. Somehow she was wearing the non-cotton pajamas that night. The kind her room mate dared her to buy during her first time in a sex shop. It was the closest thing that the redhead had to lingerie. It was the same green color of her eyes and was tightly held up by two thing, clear plastic strings. There was a thin, leathery texture to it as it came to a U. Every time she snuck into the bottom drawer of the dresser to try it on her breasts would flop out. She convinced herself that that was the point of the pajamas to begin with. They were to wear for the man you wanted. The man you loved. The man who you wanted to take you.
He would come into the room, wearing the spandex. After years of gymnastics she began to love the idea of peeling off spandex, like it was a bit of sunburned skin. His rubber and kevlar suits took too long for her to visualize.
"Ms. Gordon," he would say with his dark voice. Ms. Gordon. She had heard him say it since she was twelve but every time it made her feel like a woman.
Sometimes she wanted to be bad. Her book falling down and her athletic, b-cup breast and tight ass exposed at once for him to see. She would walk over to his statue like body and explain that her father wasn't in. That they could wait. Find something to do.
He would gulp sheepishly. But she would lead his gloved hand to touch the small of his back. Raise a leg up high against his ribs and tear off her shirt. Leaving her only in the tight green boy shorts.
"But what about your father?" He would say, as his blush and hard erection pressing through his spandex would initiate the conversations she had been longing to have.
"He will never know," she would say as she kiss the part of his sweat covered cheek.
"We can't do this, Barbara." She longed for him to admit that he knew her name. That he had made this trip to see her. That part of him secretly wanted this to happen all along.
A hand of hers would sneak past his shorts, revealing a trimmed bush and a long, thick cock. She had to imagine what his penis or any penis felt like. But she was sure that is was wonderful. His leather gloves would nervously press against her tits. His thumbs rolling around the nipples.
Sometimes his cock wouldn't be hard, she would slowly play with it and his balls. Convince him that the juice was well worth the squeeze.
"It would be just tonight... if you want it to be." she was say seductively.
"But what about Robin?"
There she would be chest to chest with the man of her dreams and the question would arrive. Robin. Years before she was who she came to be, she wanted to be Robin. The female Robin. Fighting bad guys and making love on the roof top near the Bat-signal. She imagined herself in the tight, red vest and green shorts with a shiny yellow cape above her ass and only a tiny mask hiding her beautiful face from him.
But Robin was obviously and issue they would have to resolve. It was obvious that Robin liked Barbara Gordon as much as he drooled over Batgirl. She practiced the line over a hundred times in her head.
"Robin is just a boy, Batman. We are adults taking part in something that only adults should be doing."
The idea had to be hard, yet exciting for Batman. On one end he was about to engage in passionate sex with a college girl who had saved herself for him. On the other, he was scoring with close friend's girl. There had to be something exciting behind it for him. A rule that was being broken made it naughtier for her. Maybe Batman was holding it in so long while Robin described his feelings for her that it made him desire her stronger. He would be a male claiming dominance over a weaker male in taking her.
On the same end, she was getting back at the other women. Catwoman, Ivy, Harley, Harley AND Ivy, Talia. The list was much longer she was sure. These women, who men fantasized over had nothing on her. As she imagined his nervous shaft sliding against an opening in her shorts she imagined that he was breaking a "secret" vow that he made to himself. That in a way, as she lost her virginity so did The Batman. The women he had in his alter ego could have been numerous, however Batman - the knight - had yet to experience a woman's touch.
Once they would slowly become one, that all would change. He would take care of her, being gentle to her needs and pain every time he re-entered her. Sometimes she imagined her vacant hand roaming to a drawer where a packet of condoms would lie. They would fumble through opening the package and after he would put it on they would engage in a long, passionate kiss. He would only be wearing the cowl and the gloves. The rest would be scattered over her bed. One gloved hand would carry her over the small of her back. Almost scratching it with the rough leather. The other would roam around freely. Sometimes squeezing her ass, sometimes tensing over the front of her legs, sometimes carressing her cheek as they came in for another kiss. A kiss for each time he re-entered her.
She wanted to hear it. Sometimes he would say it, although she could never imagine him saying it - not even in a deep fantasy. She felt it though. Him actually loving her. The smart, brainy girl, who was whitty from night to night. It made her tear up. Never did she imagine them as a couple. But she did imagine them in a romantic relationship.
She had only read of men having orgasms. Although it looked a bit gross, she imagined herself on the brink of uncontrable. Looking at his face as he used all of his muscle to steadily pound into her. Holding it in so she could release first.
There was a "sound" when it happened. The sound of his cape flapping. It happened whenever he jumped off a building. They sounded like wings slowly passing over her ears. Deleting the noise of her single bed springs squeeking. That was the sound she imagined as he became a beast and could not control his smooth and steady pace. That was when she too, became an animal. With all of her force she would wrap her legs around his waste and push herself as far away from his body. She wasn't sure if she had the strength, mentally or physically to do such a thing, however in the fantasy she did. Quickly, she would grab his cock and look at the confused/crazed look on his face. Slowly, like the way spandex peels off his body, she would peel off the condom.
At that point hormones would control over any logic. She wanted to feel cum, his cum, on her first time. It would be worth pregnancy. She wanted it to be love. She wanted to mate. Bats mating. She would lean as close to his ear and kiss it. She wanted to say it.
"I'm Batgirl," she would whisper a secret.
That put her over the edge.
After her sheets were damp and sticky fingers would lay on her exposed pert nipple. She was often too tired and amazed at the pleasure she got to imagine what would happen after. Barbara knew that she enjoyed lying naked, with a naughty smile on her face as she looked out the window waiting for a quivering breeze to seep through.
In Jim Gordon's office, she blinked. He was still there, patiently waiting a response.


To be continued?