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As the Batmobile returns to headquarters, Babs is at the computer, cowl down, her red hair streaming down her back.
'Hmm, she's probably inputting the reports from the last mission', Bruce guessed.
He came closer to view her report, but stopped dead in his tracks as he realized that besides her accessories — boots, cape, cowl, and gauntlets, she wasn't wearing her uniform, only a set of very sheer black lacy underwear. They hid nothing.
He froze, wondering if she'd been recently dosed with something. "Barbara, are you alright, are you féeling strangely; were you drugged?"
He removed his gauntlets and gently pressed his wrist against her forehead, she felt warm but not feverish, then he took her pulse, which was certainly racing.
"Hmmm", she hummed musically, "No, not to my knowledge, but I've been quite lustful all day. Can you help me with that," she answered teasingly as she rose slowly from her seat.
"Barbara?? What's come over you, we don't… I mean we aren't..."
He felt a bit panicked over her odd new behavior.
Barbara turned towards him and grabbed his cheeks, pulling him close then kissing him soundly and thoroughly,
"Mmm. Don't care…I want you tonight, I need release, you owe your partner at least some, hmm, some comforting," she smiled seductively. "Please, Bruce, I really want you, I really, really need you!"
They kissed again and again as Bruce forgot why he was even considering protesting at all, as her kisses became more urgent. He hadn't been taking care of his needs for months, and couldn't recall the last time he'd kissed a girl. Too long in his estimation
Barbara, he recalled, had been single for months since she'd broken up with her recent ex. And Selina had been hiding out of town from the Joker for, well, quite a while.
They were each currently unattached, he thoughtfully considered … Oh why the hell not? She was really a great kisser.
But what exactly did she want from him, some kissing, touching, and fooling around, or the whole sexy enchilada? She was so young and so sexy out of her uniform. Out of almost, God, almost everything, his growing cock was so over it and saying gimme.
Her lips seemed to agree. How the hell old was she now? She's so tiny, but wasn't she in college, and more importantly, wasn't he too big for her?
"Barbara, wait a second, are you sure, because there's no turning back if we do this. I don't wanna tear you. You're so small, I mean, are you a, a..?"
"Are you questioning my chastity Batman, seriously? I'm not a cocktease, I don't usually walk around half naked just for shits and giggles. I want you tonight. I've thought about it forever. And I've already spent my V card - even though it's honestly none of your business. I've been with big guys, and it's better than pencil dicks. So much better, so either continue or I'll get dressed and hit the clubs for satisfaction, because, you know, I'm horny, damn it."
He didn't want to imagine her hitting on strangers, or what might happen to her if she did.
Shit.
No, he could be much more gentle, more careful with her. He didn't trust any strangers in bars, dammit! She could get raped, or worse.