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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.

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"Mmm, Bruce, you're such a great kisser, what else can that mouth do?" she murmured against his cheek, "I haven't had a good tonguing in ages, it's practically guaranteed to get me off. Wouldn't you enjoy eating out my wet hot pussy?"

She licked his warm cheek slowly, like a cat playing with its prey. She breathed in his scent; oh, it's smells so musky and delicious. Mmm!

Bruce shuddered from excitement, he loves eating pussy and Batgirl is here in the cave asking for it, is he having a wet and wonderful dream? This can't be happening...

The arm he's wrapped around her waist slides down to squeeze her firmly rounded bottom, as she moans happily.

"That's it, don't be shy now, keep going and feel for yourself how wet I am."

He eventually does, and finds she's dripping honey through her sheer panties and down her soft tender inner thighs. He raises his hand to his mouth and takes a slow inquisitive sniff and a taste, licking his fingers clean.. Damn, she has such a unique flavor, eating her will be quite pleasurable for both of them.

Surprisingly, her body is more mature then he would've thought, her uniform hides most of her curves making her seem a lot skinnier and much less mature.

They resume kissing, exchanging bites, nips and tongues as they press much closer together, almost attempting to inhale one another.

Little moans, whimpers, and the sound of lips smacking reverberate throughout the batcave. Their bodies are so close you couldn't fit a slip of paper between them.

She feels his hard and pulsing cock against her heated skin, as he feels her engorged nipples rubbing, just rubbing against his chest.

"Do you want me to go down on you and then fuck you into oblivion, Barbara?" He panted, barely in control of speech at this point.

Her response is a shiver, and as her eyes roll up she answered, "Oh God, Bruce, yes!"