Summary
The film Batman & Robin was horrible. But I won't lie. I've wanted to create a world
where George Clooney was Batman and a 26 year old Alicia Silverstone was his love
interest. At the very least it's pretty sexy to imagine them.
Chapter 1
Bruce taps his fingers on the armrest, restless and anxious in the backseat of the limousine. He just arrived from a long trip from Europe, the rain mercilessly beating against the vehicle the entire ride, and time is ticking away on his wristwatch.
He has two days in Gotham before duty calls him away again, and Bruce hates that he's wasting such precious time in traffic.
The limousine stops in front of Wayne Manor, a sight as familiar to him as the mask he wears at night. Bruce practically jumps out before the car halts completely. He hands a generous tip to Alfred, his faithful butler and driver, and makes his way swiftly towards the mansion.
Instinct and familiarity guide him to her room. There's this unwavering anticipation that bubbles within Bruce every time he's about to see her. One might think the excitement would fade over time, but Bruce is secretly glad it doesn't.
Before he could knock on the door, it's pulled open.
Barbara stands there, the very same hope and anxiety evident in her gaze that Bruce had felt throughout his journey back. Her expression briefly falters as she notices him, still in his travel attire, just outside her door.
"Bruce, what happened?" She asks, her eyes searching for answers. A gesture he recalls from their numerous encounters battling crime together. The fiery determination she once held as Batgirl has evolved, but its essence remains, now more refined. Barbara has always been brilliant, always been fierce, but the woman he sees now, sometimes Bruce still finds himself lost around her.
Bruce just shakes his head, temporarily pushing away the relentless demands of being Batman, and simply looks at her before pulling her into a comforting embrace. "I've missed this. And you look stunning."
A smile graces Barbara's face and she pulls him inside her room. "You're not too bad yourself, Mr. Wayne," she says playfully before their lips meet. The weight of the world seems lighter when they're together.
While Barbara helps him out of his coat, leading him to sit down and relax, it takes Bruce a moment to remember when she wasn't a significant part of his life. Their relationship, born out of mutual respect and shared experiences in crime-fighting, has transformed into something deeper.
Managing their feelings amidst the chaos of Gotham's crime scene has been challenging. There was a time when Bruce never imagined that their paths could intertwine in such a personal manner. But time and shared battles have drawn them closer, making their bond unbreakable.
For now, Bruce cherishes each moment with her, holding onto every shared memory, every laugh, every touch, as if recharging himself for the next mission. Whenever duty calls him away, he dreads the moment he has to step back into the darkness, leaving behind the warmth of Barbara's presence.
But for Barbara, Bruce would do anything, even if it means unveiling the man beneath the mask.
The wedding was one of Gotham’s most anticipated events: the union of Dr. Chase Meridian and the city's newest mayor. Among the prominent figures attending the nuptials was Barbara Wilson. Bruce Wayne, in his signature charming yet aloof manner, entered the grand hall, taking note of the many familiar faces, including the ever-mysterious Selina Kyle.
Bruce felt a gnawing sense of apprehension about attending the wedding, ever since the invitation had found its way to Wayne Manor. While on one hand it meant reconnecting with old acquaintances, it also reminded him of his fleeting tenure as their mentor. A chapter that felt conclusively closed, much like his role as Batman had been in the past. With every masked villain he'd put behind bars, and every crime ring he'd dismantled, there was a time he felt indispensable. But the city had moved on, and so had the ones he once mentored.
Ever since his relationship with Selina had ended, there was a void. He missed the adrenaline, the purpose, the necessity of being the Dark Knight.
However, Bruce looked dashing as ever, in his custom-made tuxedo, arriving at the venue. The grandeur of the location was evident – it was opulent without being ostentatious, something he wouldn't have imagined for such a wedding. He was greeted by Dick Grayson, his once sidekick, now a hero in his own right, Nightwing. They shared pleasantries and memories until the ceremony's commencement.
Bruce's heart swelled with a mixture of pride and nostalgia when he saw Chase, radiant in her wedding gown, walking down the aisle. Their past relationship was but a distant memory now, yet seeing her so happy stirred something in him.
For the reception, the tables were organized in a way that Bruce found himself sitting with Barbara. He had hardly recognized her – the year in Metropolis had transformed her. Gone were the days of the Batgirl costume; she was now dressed in a designer gown with her hair styled impeccably. Yet, beneath that urban veneer, her essence remained unchanged.
She greeted Bruce warmly, quickly turning her attention to discussing the event's fashion with Selina, much to Bruce's amusement.
As the evening progressed, stories were shared, old memories revisited, and despite the city's changing skyline and its players, some things remained timeless. The group reminisced about their adventures, laughing over old jokes and updating each other on their recent exploits.
It was then that Barbara, after talking with everyone, turned her attention back to Bruce. They discussed her life in Metropolis, the challenges she faced, and the new paths she had carved for herself.
“You've always been a beacon, Barbara. Gotham’s pride. You’ve done well,” Bruce complimented.
Barbara shrugged off the praise modestly, detailing the reality of her life. The conversation was a revelation to Bruce. The determined, unwavering Batgirl he knew was now a woman of depth and pragmatism.
As the evening wore on, Alfred, Bruce’s trusted butler and confidant, took the stage, dedicating a song to Chase and her husband. It was heartwarming, a moment that encapsulated all the love and history they shared. And while Bruce resisted joining in the singing, he enjoyed watching his old friends having a good time.
Barbara gently tugged Bruce's arm, her eyes sparkling with a familiar determination. "Bruce? Do you remember that night when the Mad Hatter made us dance?, For a moment, I felt like it was just us. Celebrating a small victory against Gotham's underbelly." She didn't wait for a response, pulling him onto the dance floor.
In that fleeting moment, amidst the whirl of music and lights, the boundaries of mentor and student, Batman and Batgirl, faded. They were just Bruce and Barbara, two souls tied together by Gotham's shadows, sharing a dance under the spotlight.
The evening's highlight was when Barbara suggested they perform a duet, recalling a song she once played in the Batcave to lift their spirits after a particularly grueling night. It was an idea that caught Bruce off-guard, yet he couldn’t resist the offer. She was younger then. A college student. Now she was older. She felt different in his arms. It terrified him.
The song, a haunting ballad, brought back memories of their times together, of battles won and lost, of lessons learned, and of bonds formed in the darkest hours. Their voices, harmonizing perfectly, echoed through the hall, leaving the audience spellbound.
It wasn’t about the performance; it was a testament to their journey together. The applause that followed was deafening, but to Bruce and Barbara, the world had narrowed down to just the two of them. With Gotham City as their witness.
"They're starring at us, Bruce." Barbara said. "That's probably our cue to leave, then. Barbara." Bruce said. "No." she said. "I believe that is."
Outside they spotted the familiar sight of the Batsignal as it shone through the window.
Chapter 2
The signal was another late night meeting with Gordon. They had lost evidence from the Scarecrow's last crime scene. Not even worth both of them putting on their costumes. Barbara and Bruce got back into their formal wear to head back to Chase's wedding. But Barbara was hungry. She was tired of feeling self conscious around Bruce and his ex-lover and preferred to get late night food with her date.
Sometimes they didn't talk during these moments. It was hard to be in public and not discuss an encounter with The Joker. Plus fighting crime required eating a ton of carbs.
After Bruce pays the check, they walk outside into the cool, crisp air. She doesn't want the date to end, but she knows he has to work in the morning.
"I had a wonderful night, Bruce," Barbara says shyly. She's looking into his eyes, memorizing the flecks of gold in the deep blue.
He steps closer to her, a hand reaching up to brush the hair out of her eyes and resting on the side of her face. "Me too," he whispers, before leaning in to capture her lips.
She moans quietly, as their lips move together. This feels so good to her. It's more than any kiss she had ever had before. Her hand reaches up, running through his curls and resting on the back of his head. He pulls away slightly, his forehead resting against hers.
"Do you want to come back to my apartment?"
It's bold and she didn't expect him to make a move tonight. But even though it's technically their first date, it doesn't feel too early. And when it comes down to it, she wants to. Desperately.
"Yes."
He smiles softly and gives her a peck before turning towards the street and hailing a cab. He helps her in and follows, telling the driver the address. They don't say anything but he reaches over and grabs her hand, squeezing gently. She looks at him and the nerves that were started to bubble up disappear. She bites her lip and looks down at their joined hands. The word finally bounces around in her head.
The ride is mercifully short and Bruce pays the driver before getting out and helping her. He lays his hand on her lower back, guiding her through the lobby and up to his apartment. He unlocks the door and lets her enter first. She has a moment to look around the small but tastefully decorated apartment before she hears the door lock behind her.
Before she realizes it, he has her pinned against the wall. His mouth moves roughly against hers, but his hands cup her face gently. Barbara lets her hands wander as she kisses back with equal fervor, her tongue pushing past his lips and dueling with his. She hears him groan and he wraps his arms around her, pulling the zipper of her dress down. He pushes it off, letting it pool at her feet and leaving her in matching bra and panties. He lifts her and she wraps her legs around him. She can feel him and she moans as he begins to move with her.
They stop not too far away, when Bruce sits her on the kitchen table. His mouth leaves hers for the first time since this started. He moves to her neck, nibbling and sucking and licking, and she finds herself moaning loudly as he makes her feel things she hasn't felt in a long while. She moves her hands to his shirt, starting to unbutton it. She wants to feel his skin against hers. She pushes it off him, as he trails kisses down her chest. Unhooking her bra, he drags it off her before taking a peak in his mouth. Barbara leans back on her hands, arching her back, and moans at the sensation of his mouth on her. He licks and bites and feels amazing.
When he moves to her other breast, she can feel one hand between her legs. He pushes two fingers under the thin material and rubs along her swollen folds before sliding inside her. "You're so wet, Barbara," he groans against her chest and all she can do is moan.
It feels so good to have the man she's had feelings for – for more than two years – touching her, wanting her too. He grips the material and pulls back as he moves it down her legs. He stands back, just looking at her. Normally, she would be a bit insecure to have a man staring at her while she sat there naked. But Bruce's eyes are dark, so full of desire, and instead it gives her more confidence. She is doing this to him. He steps back towards her, cupping her face and kissing her deeply. She takes the opportunity to unbuckle his pants and slide the zipper down, leaving him in dark blue boxers. She cups him through the thin material and smiles as he moans in her mouth.
He pulls back, looking her in the eyes before, pushing the boxers off. She lets her eyes drop, licking her lips as she sees how big he is. She feels his lips on her neck as she reaches out, encircling him with her hand. She drags her hand up and down his length and he bites down on her skin as her thumb runs over the head, collecting the moisture there. She moans, as he sucks and bites and she knows it will leave a mark, but she doesn't care. She pulls him gently, and he steps closer to her. She rubs the head along her slit and they both groan.
"Wait, Barbara. Let me get something." He whispers.
She doesn't let him go. "It's okay, Bruce. I'm on the pill. We're okay. I just need you inside me."
He looks at her then, before kissing her and lining himself with her entrance. With another kiss he thrusts deep inside her. They moan in unison as their bodies connect. She wraps her legs around him, pulling him closer.
He wraps his arms around her and she feels herself being lifted. She thinks he's trying to take her to the bedroom but he stops at the couch, laying her down, him on top and still inside her. He kisses her before beginning to thrust inside her. It's almost too much. He feels so good and she can't stop moaning. She looks between them, and watches as he moves in her. He kisses her forehead and she looks back up at him. His eyes are dark and it's almost too much. She forces herself to look away. She closes her eyes, laying her head back. She feels his lips on her shoulder.
She's getting close. Everything is too much, and feeling him move inside her is more than she ever imagined. "Harder, Batman....Bruce," she moans.
He complies with her request, moving faster, harder, deeper. She hears him grunting above her and she thinks it's the hottest things she's ever heard. This is Batman. Her former teacher and biggest crush moving inside her. It's his lips on her skin. It's his hand squeezing her breast and slowly moving between their bodies. Her eyes fly open as he finds her clit. She looks down between them again, as he rubs her, thrusting hard and it's too much. She feels herself falling over the edge and she can't stop the loud moans that are leaving her mouth. She looks up at Bruce and he seems to be studying her, memorizing this moment and that thought warms her even more. She rides out her orgasm and moments later, he tenses above her, groaning loudly as he releases inside her.
He collapses against her, both struggling to catch their breaths. They lay like that for what seems like hours before she feels him slip out. He climbs off her, holding out a hand. She takes it and they walk to his bedroom. She smiles when she realizes she can feel their juices on her thighs. When they get to the bed, he pulls her on with him and into his arms.
He kisses her as they lay down, on their sides, facing the other. She wraps her arm around him, tangling in his hair and throws a leg over his waist, pulling herself close. With their bodies flush against each other, she's feeling herself get wet again and she knows he can feel it too.
"Barbara," he moans, and she surprised to feel him stir again. She reaches between them. Then places her hand over his sexy patch of chest hair. Bruce is still soft, but hardening. She pulls her leg back and pushes him to lay flat. She kisses down his chest, along his incredibly toned abs, until she reaches him. She's sits up on her knees, leaning down over him, her body perpendicular to his.
She takes him in her hand, stroking gently. His hand flows throw her blonde hair. She runs her tongue over the head and feels him getting harder. Taking the head in her mouth, she gently sucks; she can taste herself on him and she moans, her hand continuing to stroke along his shaft. Bruce groans and she feels his hand reaching down and running through her hair and pushing it back and out of the way of his view. He holds the hair back, resting his hand on her head but not dictating her movements. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye and the way he's looking at her is almost too much. She returns her focus and takes more of him in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. Each time she goes a little farther and she can feel him getting harder and harder in her mouth.
His hand is on the back of her neck, still holding her hair back, but also massaging as she takes more of him. Before she knows it she's deepthroating him and his hips are lifting off the bed. She moans around him, the vibration causing him to groan loudly.
She tries to push her thighs together, to give some relief to the throbbing between her legs. She feels her juices start to trickle down her thighs and she needs friction. She continues to bob her head, sucking on his now fully hard length. She slides her free hand down her stomach until she reaches the apex of her thighs. She's even wetter than before. She rubs her fingers along her slit, circling her clit before pushing two fingers inside. She moans as she begins to stroke herself and Bruce moans at the vibration around his cock. She looks at him out of the corner of her eye again and sees that his are tightly shut. She likes that she can make him feel this way.
She strokes herself faster, needing more friction. Her thumb rubs at her clit and she falters in her movements on his cock. Suddenly Bruce drops her hair and it blocks her view. She can't see him and she wants to know the effect she having on him but she doesn't want to stop touching herself.
Almost as suddenly as he dropped her hair, she feels his hand between her thighs, joining hers. Her hand drops away as his takes over. His strong, large fingers stroking her expertly. It allows her to return that hand now covered in juices to his cock, stroking him and her mouth around his head.
He moves his hand from her center to her inner thigh. She feels herself being pulled towards him and she drops him from her mouth. She is no longer perpendicular, but parallel to him. "Straddle me, Batgirl." She hears him whisper. She gets even wetter from his words, but eagerly complies.
She straddles his body, his face right there. She reaches for his length, licking the tip before moaning loudly when she feels his tongue on her. She's unable to function as she feels him, licking and nibbling and his tongue thrusting into her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She squeezes him and he groans against her. The vibration feels amazing and she forces herself to focus enough to take him in her mouth, hoping to make him groan like that again. He does and she returns the sensation by moaning around him. It isn't long before she is deepthroating him again and she's feels him release, his seed shooting down her throat. She's never actually had a man come in her mouth before, and she's a little surprised by how much she likes it.
She pulls back up, licking his juices away. He's still licking at her and all it takes is his thick finger rubbing over her clit before she is coming too. He returns the favor, licking her juices away before she slowly climbs off him, snuggling against him. Their breathing returns to normal, his arms securely around her. This whole night was too much for her, more than she ever hoped for. She remembers suddenly that this was their first date and starts to worry that he would get the wrong impression of her.
"I don't do that," she quietly whispers.
Bruce chuckles, "Really? Because you were very good at it."
She smiles at the complement, but she needs him to understand. "No, I mean sleep with guys on the first date."
"I'm not just any guy," he continues to joke. "I'm Batman."
Cupping his face, she leans down to kiss him. She doesn't know what else to say. She lays back down beside him, cuddling close. She feels his arms tight around her.
"Goodnight, Batgirl," he whispers gently, as sleep begins to take over.
She sighs as she feels herself start to drift off too.