Summary:
“Let’s admit that we both need this.” Barbara said. “Not make too big of a deal about
it.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. He was still quiet. But he hadn’t said “no” yet. She kept eye contact with him. Was this even worth it? Sure. She had masturbated to Batman more than any other man for the past few years.
Barbara Gordon hated being the first one to make a move. The 24 year old redhead also hated being hit on. Especially by anyone remotely obnoxious. Like the boys in the Athletics dorm. Or young men who just joined her father’s unit on the force.
In this moment. Ivy’s toxins were in both of their bodies. It’d be very un-Batman-like to make any move on Batgirl. Even if they were alone and their patrol was over.
She decided to go for it. Blame the toxins. Her legs were weak but her pussy was well past moist. Her confidence was still there as she pressed herself into his chest. Feeling his abs. His face was surprised, but she could tell he was holding back as much lust as she was.
“Let’s admit that we both need this.” Barbara said. “Not make too big of a deal about it.”
She swallowed the lump in her throat. He was still quiet. But he hadn’t said “no” yet. She kept eye contact with him. Was this even worth it? Sure. She had masturbated to Batman more than any other man for the past few years. And obviously by the way that Catwoman, Ivy, and Harley flaunted around him he had to be as good of a fuck as she imagined. At least better than anyone in the Gotham State athletic dorm.
“I want you. And no matter what happens, I’ll still respect you. As a crimefighter. As my mentor. But my body needs you right now, and I don’t think it will ruin anything.” She pulled off her cape. “Just once. Just tonight.”
He maintained eye contact. His eyes were so piercing. She looked around Ivy’s hideout. For places they could fuck. A chair. A lab desk. Maybe she had a makeshift bed in another room.
She began to take her boots off. He still hadn’t stopped her. When…
“Batgirl. Batman. Did you find her greenhouse? We need it for evidence.”
Of all the men. It was her father. She saw Batman move his cape subtly to hide his hard on. She was relieved she didn’t go with plan A and strip off all of her clothes immediately.
Batman exited after showing Gordon the greenhouse. He didn’t communicate where he was going. She understood why.
Blushing, she began to hate herself as she ended her patrol and made it back to her on-campus apartment. Embarrassment was high. But the toxins in her veins were even stronger. She quickly found her dildo and made quick work of her fantasy. Forgetting about the rejection for a minute. She rubs herself to the idea of Batman just needing her. It’s consensual but threads on the line. Using her for his own orgasm. That image just sends her to a level that none of her favorite YA romance novels prepared her for.
They have two nights of patrol that are uneventful. Barely any conversation that wasn’t related to the criminal underground ongoings of Gotham City.
It wasn’t that she wasn’t allowed, but there wasn’t a typical invitation to return to the cave for food and restocking supplies.
On the third night, Barbara finds a pendant at the scene of a cold case they had on Calender Girl. Bruce drives her to the cave. And then to her on-campus apartment. Her roommate is out of town. Volleyball tournament. The visual image of Batman in the shared hallway makes her laugh. But there was more risk with them going through her side window.
“Look, I get that we could’ve gotten caught. Can we move past the other night?” Batgirl says.
“Every time someone sets a trap for us. There’s a motivation behind it. It’s all part of a plan they have. Joker. Riddler. Even Ivy. You fell for it. Because I didn’t teach you properly.” Batman said.
“I was reckless. Not because of the toxins.” Batgirl said.
“Training keeps us alive, Batgirl. The rules keep us alive.” Batman said.
"Teach me." She repeated, her breath coming out in little puffs as she tried to keep her cool, opening her dorm room door.
She pulled off her boots. She needed him to know she was serious, she wanted this.
Batman shook his head. He slowly closed the door as Barbara began to take off her mask. Conversations with Alfred about the tension between him and Barbara began to swirl in his head.
“You need to decide now. Are you Batgirl or is this just some crush that got out of hand.”
He starred at her big blue eyes. Still begging for more.
“I want you to train me.” She gave him a tiny nod. “Train me in any way that you need to. Any way that you’ve wanted to.”
“You’re Barbara Gordon. Jim’s daughter. Dick’s ex-girlfriend. I’m your mentor.” He said.
“So train me.” Barbara said. He hands found the neckline of her shiny grey lycra costume and she pulled down on the zipper keeping everything together. Revealing a sexy, white sports bra and showed off her athletic tits. Batman’s eyes dropped down. “We know the truth, Batman. We didn’t have sex. Not because Ivy’s Toxins were at fault. But because we both wanted it and it felt wrong to do it. So train me on how I can control it.”
She pulled off her sports bra. Slowly. And now she was almost half naked. “You’re not making any progress with this training, Batman.”
She stared into his eyes. Keeping hard eye contact.
Batman responded. Taking a step to close the gap between them. All he could do in that moment was cup Barbara’s face as he leaned in to kiss her.
Barbara closed her eyes. Taking in a deep breath before her lips met her mentor’s. It was happening. She couldn’t believe that she had the courage to get them here. Her arm rested around the back of his neck, while the other hand cupped his face. Her heart was ready to escape her chest. Her breasts pressed against the spandex of his costume.
She hadn’t ever had this before. Sex with an experienced, much older man. She tried to play it cool. It was going to be okay. And even if it wasn’t. This was something that she needed. And knew that it was worth it.
He was now in her bedroom. This was probably the smallest bed he had seen in some time. It might have been wrong. A superior with a student. But she couldn’t help but unclasp his cape. And find the tiny zipper to slide down the top half of his costume. They were both half naked now. Hands roaming free to explore each other. Bruce’s chest was so refined.
“You’re certain?” he asked her. Barbara just nodded. She knew she could have turned him down. All thoughts were broken as she felt him kissing her neck gently, covering every freckle of hers down her neck and collarbone.
She pulled him down the the bed. Barbara felt a rush of anxiety as she saw the buldge through Batman’s lower half. He had to adjust himself and pull it down completely. She reached for the mask, but they both mistook it as an invitation for a longer - more passionate kiss.
“Oh Batman.” Barbara sighed. The wetness in her legs getting damper by the second.
That was a sound he could get used to.
Batman made eye contact with his sidekick and his mouth traveled further down now. Avoiding her breasts for now, he started at her stomach and pulled down the rest of her costume along with a pair of golden bikini briefs. He took in her smell. She was ethereal. “You hide it. But you’re beautiful, Barbara.” he said. She blushed heavily as Batman’s mouth moved to the area that needed him the most.
Barbara closed her eyes. He simply began to kiss around her womanhood before lightly reaching her clit. It was soft. Not drunken and rough. “Keep training me Batman. Keep training me.”
“Yes. Yes. Batman. Fuck…” Barbara whined, she stuffed a pillow over her face to avoid screaming. She hadn’t had this happen before. She came fast. Hard and fast. Legs shaking and he felt the intense orgasm on his upper lips and nose. She took over. Riding out the rest of her orgasm as she touched the back of his mask.
“Batman. Your cock. I need it. Now.” Barbara said.
“Hold on. I need.” Batman said.
“Please. I’m on the pill. I need it.” Barbara said. Her heart was racing, hoping to find a deeper orgasm than the last one she had. His cock looked perfect in the moonlight shining from her apartment window.
He leaned in and kissed her. Lining himself up between her legs. They kept eye contact with each other as he pushed into her slowly. He felt incredible. Even for his size. The discomfort was only slight, and she eagerly nodded for him to begin fucking her. She let out a loud moan.
“It’s okay. It’s a college campus. People hear this all the time.” Barbara laughed.
He laughed with her. She could feel her muscles stretch around him. The slight sensitivity from her last orgasm made it even better. Crime fighting was a rush. This was euphoria. Batman was pumping in and out of her. Waiting for her command.
“Harder. Don’t be gentle anymore. Train me, Batman.” She smiled as Batman gave a concentrated face, driving into her with precision and strength. Each pump she stretch around him. He knew he wasn’t going to last inside of her for much longer.
“Oh god. Your cock is amazing, Batman.” Barbara said. “You’re so fucking tight Barbara. You have no idea how hard it’s been for me to resist fucking you.” Batman whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. She bit her lip and moved her hips against his. Trying to pull a leg around her waist to get him even deeper.
“Faster. Train me. Train me not to be a bad girl.” Batgirl. “Do what you need to. You won’t break me.”
Her gymnast pussy pulsed around his thick cock in ways that he had never felt before. She was sexy for her sassy-ness and nerdy-ness. But her moans made him feverish. She arched her back deeply, as she let him pick up the pace even more. They stayed silent. The loud sound of her wet pussy getting fucked hard was sending him over the edge. The panted loudly. Batman even moaned louder than a frat boy, looking deeply into her eyes. Each one daring the other to cum. It was only a matter of seconds. Batman grabbed her B-cup breast and emptied his load inside her, causing her to push out one final gasping-for-air orgasm.
“Well. That was a nice training session.” Batgirl smirked.
Pulling off his mask. Then hers. He tried to figure out how he’d lay on the bed without pushing her out of it. She pushed him down. Straddling herself on his waist. Leg shaking post orgasm.
“This is going to be a problem.” Bruce said. “That’s why we’re going to train ourselves to deal with it.” Barbara said. He tucked her messy, wet hair behind her ear. He let out a long sigh. “Let me know when you’re ready for round two. I’d like to know how long you’ve thought about Batgirl sucking you off.” “Let’s go to the penthouse on the East Side. We’re going to need a bigger bed.” Bruce said. “And a larger shower?” she smirked.