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It’s not fair. Not fair that Dick Grayson dies, she mourns him - cries her heart out, visits his grave like clockwork every week, and then he’s back. Right when she settles in again, right when she’s got a semi-serious relationship with Luke Fox going. Back and pouring his heart out to her.
“It was always you,” Dick tells her, thumb ghosting over her lower lip as he tilts her head up to look at him. In her bridesmaid’s dress for her best friend’s wedding, he as Agent 37 , her heart sinks in her chest. How different they were now. It was just their luck. Just the way things worked for them. Never on the same page, always one step forward and two backwards.
She thinks of Luke Fox, waiting for her, while she runs across rooftops after Dick Grayson. How she tied Luke’s tie, kissed his cheek, and promised she’d be back. She went as far as calling him her boyfriend in front of Dick, watched the surprise on both of their faces, and slipped out the window.
She could say no, shove Dick in the chest and yell at him “It’s too late!”
Instead she melts, leans into his touch, green eyes shining. She could push him away. It’d be the right thing to do. But she thought he was dead. And here he was, holding her, telling her that she was what kept him sane. She was what kept him grounded in all the time he was gone. It was always her.
If she was honest, it was always him. He was the reason she could never get close, the reason her relationships wouldn’t last, because Dick was always there. The possibility of what they could be was always greater than what they couldn’t.
“Oh.” Barbara Gordon is speechless, watches the corners of Dick’s mouth perk up, saying “Yeah.”
They were never too good at talking about their feelings. Barbara takes the leap, hands resting against his chest as she kisses him hard. If Dick’s shocked, he doesn’t show it, parting his lips to deepen their kiss. He holds her tight, hand curling into her hair and the other on her waist. They must stand there for a while, the sounds of the city below them and the wind blowing, but only one person on her mind.
“I missed you.” She tells him, breaking their feverish moment to kiss his jaw, smearing some of her lipstick along the way. “I missed you so much.” She says, sucking lightly on that sensitive spot on his neck, just below his pulse-point. Dick’s hand dips lower, pressing against her ass, pushing her closer to him.
“I missed you, too.” Dick tilts his head, allowing her more space as she nips at his neck.
“No.” She pulls back, frustrated as she focuses on him. “Not like I missed you. I thought you were dead.”
“I’m not.” He says as steps away, grabbing the neck of his t-shirt and pulling it over his head. She watches as he lays it down against the rough rooftop before he smiles like the devil, taking her into his arms.
Dick’s thumb brushes against her hip as he lowers his voice to speak into her ear,
“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” They both laugh. He picks her up, gently resting her against the cloth.
“What a gentleman,” Barbara quips, but falls completely silent as Dick bunches up the skirt of her dress, strong hands running along toned legs, fingers tracing lines to her thighs and brushing across her panties.
“Oh.” She gets out again, her hands reaching for his shoulders, wanting him closer. (He has some new scars, ones she swears she hadn’t seen, and worries momentarily about what exactly he had been doing at Spyral.) Barbara watches the determined look on his face, pads of his fingers rubbing circles against the front of the thin fabric of her underwear as his tongue slips into her mouth once more.
He pulls back completely, watching her pout. Hair a mess, his hands up her dress, her lipstick smeared - it’s something he could’ve dreamed about for months. But it’s real - she’s real, thighs shaking as he presses his mouth against sensitive skin, the small gasps leaving her lips before he shifts her panties down, blue eyes meeting green, a bit of a frantic nod on Barbara’s end.
“Please?” She adds. It’s all she has to say. Dick kisses her inner thigh once more, propping her legs over his shoulders before he presses his mouth to her center.
“Holy -“ Barbara gasps, Dick’s tongue spreading her lips, the bridge of his nose brushing her clit. “Oh, Dick.” The sight of him between her legs is one she never got used to, one she thinks she never will get used to. She can’t wrap her mind around it - how Dick could have, has had, many women, and how he comes back to her. Always comes back to her. How his hands grip her hips hard, holding her in place, tongue lapping at her.
“God, Barbara.” Dick kisses her inner thigh as he pulls back slightly, her wetness on his lips. “You’re so wet, baby.” He moves his hand again, rubbing her clit in small circles.
“For you.” She sighs, breath hitching as he slips his middle finger inside her.
“For me?” Dick echos, building a steady pace as he adds his ring finger.
“Mhm.” Babs nods, her own hand pawing at her breast as she tries to lift her hips to match Dick’s fingers. “Always.”
“Always for me.” Dick spreads his fingers inside her, some sort of sly smile on his lips as she moans. He gives up on holding down her hips, watching her jerk.
“Fuck, Dick.” She mumbles. Dick shifts, tongue darting out to play with her clit from side to side as he finger-fucks her.
“I know, baby.” He kisses her pubic bone. “You want to come for me?”
“Yes.” She tugs at her nipple through her dress. Dick’s tongue returns to it’s assassination of her clit, sucking and swirling around it, his fingers curling slightly to hit her g-spot.
“That’s it, baby.” Dick encourages, humming against her skin. It sends vibrations up Barbara’s body, as she chases her high. Dick can feel her tense, but only moves his fingers faster. “You got it, Babs. Come on. Come for me.”
The Earth shatters as Barbara’s orgasm hits her, waves of pleasure pulsing through her body, warming her from her head to her toes. Her cheeks and chest are flushed red, her eyes a little hazy as she stares up at the sky.
Dick pushes down her dress, moving so he could lay on his side next to her.
“Hey.” He says.
“Hi.”
He licks his red lips, eyes looking at her carefully. “You okay?
“Mhm.” Barbara sighs, glancing to him. “My legs feel like jelly.”
Dick reaches out, rubbing her thigh before resting his hand on her stomach. She laces their fingers together.
“How long before you have to go back to Spyral?” She asks, eyes flickering back to the Gotham sky.
“A day or so. I think.” He admits. “What about the wedding?”
Barbara shoots up. “Crap, the wedding!” How long had she wasted time? She had the rings back in her clutch, she should’ve gone back! They were waiting for her, the maid of honor.
Dick laughs. “You need a date? Think I could scrounge together a suit.”
“I have a date.” Barbara reminds him, fingers raking through her hair.
“You do.” Dick sits up. “He ever make you come like that?”
Barbara hesitates before she admits, “No.”
He has that sideways smile again, proud.
“We only did it once.” She adds, sliding the sleeves back into place. “I faked it. Thought about you the whole time, wished it was you fucking me.”
“Oh, you’re bad.” Dick’s smile widens. “I can’t believe you.”
“Believe it.” Barbara stands up, fixing her skirt once more. “Shouldn’t be that hard to imagine. I let you eat me out on a rooftop, Dick.”
“Think I could convince you to let me do more?” He tries, reaching for his shirt.
“After the wedding, if Alysia doesn’t kill me first.” She looks down at him. “Wait in my room, in my apartment?” She suggests.
“I have some stops to make.” He admits. “But I should be there by the time you’re done. Sound okay?” He pulls himself to his feet, stepping closer.
“Yes.” Barbara grabs her panties off the rooftop, shoving them into his hands. “I’m going to fuck you senseless.” She says, voice serious.
Dick’s eyes light up.
“Promise?” “Have I ever lied to you?”
He kisses her, sweeter than before. She can taste herself on his mouth, though it doesn’t bother her. She pulls back, small smile on her lips. And then she takes off, running for the hotel roof they had come from. Dick watches, amazed.
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Barbara’s in the passenger seat of Luke’s car when she gets an encrypted text from an unknown number.
Her feet ache from dancing, legs weak, and but her heartbeat goes straight between her thighs as she opens the text to find an image.
Of Dick. In her room. In her bed. His hand rubbing the bulge in his jeans.
SMS: UNKNOWN NUMBER: Waiting.
Her teeth sink into her lower lip as she looks at the image, thankful Luke’s eyes were on the road.
SMS: UNKNOWN NUMBER: Thinking of you up on that rooftop. Anybody could’ve seen us.
Barbara’s ears burn as she types back.
SMS: BARBARA GORDON: touch yourself for me.
They sit in traffic on Burnside Bridge. Dick sends another image - one she nearly gasps at - his hardened cock. But in his hands? Her panties. He’s stroking himself with her panties.
“I had fun tonight.” Luke says to her as they pull up to her apartment building. In the backseat, Frankie chirps “Me too! Thanks for driving us back, Luke.”
“Yeah.” Barbara agrees, voice uneven. “Thanks, Luke.”
“You alright, Babs?”
“Hm? Oh, yeah. Just a little…motion sick.” She lies, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Wine and stop-and-go traffic, not a good combination.”
“Want me to walk you upstairs?” Luke offers, worry on his face. “You’re all red.” He adds, a hand reaching out to feel her cheek. Barbara rests her hand over his, trying for a smile.
“I’m okay.” She promises. “Just a lot of excitement for one day. I’ll call you tomorrow.” She adds.
He kisses her cheek before she and Frankie leave, arms linked as they climb the stairs to their apartment.
“Need me to tuck you in, GBG?” Frankie teases, flicking on the lights.
“I’m good.” Barbara insists, kicking off her heels. “Gonna stay up a bit, see what I missed online today.”
“M’kay.” Frankie crosses the apartment to her bedroom. “Night, babes.”
Barbara practically runs to her door as soon as the door shuts, a small smile on her lips. Dick’s still in her bed, still slowly pumping himself.
“I had to stop once already.” He tells her, watching her coo softly. “Poor baby.” She sighs. Dick stops as she gets closer, hands reaching for Barbara.
“Unzip me.” She turns. For someone who wanted her as fast and as bad as possible, Dick’s excruciatingly slow as he pulls at the lavender zipper of her dress. With the sleeves barely clinging to her arms, he watches it pool around her ankles.
No bra. No panties. All fair skin, freckles and scars, making up the woman he loves.
“Remember when we were sixteen?” She asks, moving to sit on her bed beside him. She trails her hand up his leg, fingers feather-light as she reaches his length, hard against his stomach. Dick sits up, back against the headboard and her pillows.
“Yep.” Dick breathes. Back when it was just them, goofing around on patrol. Sneaking kisses when Batman wasn’t around.
“Remember when you touched my boobs for the first time?” She asks with a little laugh, fingers finally wrapping around the base, gently stroking him.
“Yes.” Dick nods. “Sitting room on the first floor. Thought we were alone.” He grunts.
“Then Jason walked in.” She remembers, making Dick give a breathy laugh. He sinks to rests his head against her chest as she jerks him, taking her nipple between his lips, circling it with his tongue. Her hand reaches the head of his cock, then down again.
“That,” Dick stammers momentarily. “That was fun.”
“We always have fun.” Barbara agrees, moving her hand from off of his member. She maneuvers, shifting to be on top of him. Dick has one hand on her hip, the other laced in her fingers as she grinds against him. Barbara doesn’t take him inside of her just yet, sliding her wetness against him.
“Babs.” Dick all but begs.
“I know.” She sighs, her hand gliding between their bodies, rubbing the tip of his head against her clit. A low moan escapes her at the contact. She stays there for a few heartbeats, teasing them both.
“Fuck, please, I need —“ Dick cuts himself off as Barbara finally, slowly sinks down onto him.
“Ah.” Barbara takes all of him inside of her, eyes closing as they get used to the feeling.
“God. God, I love this. You feel so good.” Dick rolls his hips against hers, urging her to move. Barbara only nods.
“Better than I remember.” He adds. Barbara squeezes his hand as she starts to rock back and forth, slow.
“Better than anyone else.” She smirks down at him. Dick watches her move up and down on his cock, her breasts bouncing as she picks up the pace.
“You have no idea.” Dick moans. “It’s like you were made for me. God, Barbara, you feel amazing.”
Barbara leans to kiss him as he moves her faster, her body hitting hard into his as they chase their orgasms. Dick squeezes her ass, sucking on her tongue.
“Babs,” He gets out, breaking their kiss, pressing his face into the crook of her neck.
“I know.” She’s getting sloppier, though she keeps riding him, not ready to stop. She slams her body into his when Dick begins to lift his hips to meet her halfway. She gasps, “I’m almost there.”
“Me too.” Dick kisses her neck, groaning. “Can I come inside you?” He asks. Barbara nods as one of his hands slides between them, rubbing against her clit to send her over the edge.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck - Dick, God.” Barbara cries, arms wrapping around his shoulders as she rides out her high.
“I know. Fuck, you’re so -“ Dick cuts himself off, jerking as he follows her into his own orgasm. He lets out a string of obscenities as he fills her.
After they’ve caught their breaths for moments now, basking in the silence, Dick opens his mouth. “I love you.” He says quietly, She’s practically collapsed on top of him, legs still wrapped around his middle, face pressed against his chest.
“I love you, too.” Barbara lifts her head to look at him. Dick pushes some of her hair back, out of her face.
When I come back, he thinks. When he comes back, they’re doing this for real. Giving a real relationship a real shot.
He kisses her head before she rests against him again.
Right now, he’ll take what he can get.