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\n\"Oracle out.\"
\nBarbara Gordon clicked the speakerphone off-line and leaned back in her\nwheelchair.
\nWell, that was an interesting call, she thought; the first time the new Green\nLantern had contacted her since he’d gotten the ring. He only needed some\nslightly classified information, but she’d enjoyed the connection. Opening up\nhis file, she found that he’d been raised on the West Coast and moved to New\nYork only a few years ago to work as a graphic artist. Maybe he could design her\na new screen saver, in addition to the Batsignal logo she’d installed years ago.\nIt might be fun to start an Internet relationship with him. In addition to being\nwitty, well-mannered, almost gallant in his inquiry, he had that dark brooding\nintensity she’d always found attractive in a man. Then she remembered that he\nwas living with Donna Troy, former Titan and Darkstar, and that pulled the plug\non that electronic love connection.
\nBarbara checked the clock on her computer. Eleven PM. It seemed the slowest\nFriday night ever. Other than Green Lantern’s query, the only other connection\nhad been an early request from the latest Robin, Tim Drake. Not for a case\ninvolving the Riddler or Cluemaster, but for help with his Social Sciences\nhomework.
\nWhat could she do to pass the time? Take a swim in the pool again? It was the\nclosest she came now to recapturing the sensation of flying from rooftop to\nrooftop, soaring among the spires. But her fingers were still wrinkled from the\nhundred laps she’d done only a short while ago.
\nDidn’t feel hungry, didn’t feel thirsty. Didn’t feel tired, didn’t feel buzzed.\nBarbara cocked her head and flicked a finger into the belly of the Batgirl doll\nthat sat next to the monitor. \"An understatement to say I just don’t feel,\nright?\" she murmured.
\nShe thought about re-contacting the Batcave, hoping that Tim might have checked\nin early and be up for a game of chess, then remembered he’d said that Batman\nhad given him the night off for a date with his girlfriend. Even Bruce had made\nit a social night. She switched over to the computer’s satellite dish and caught\nthe lead story on GNN about the Wayne Foundation’s annual Crystal Ball for\nchildren’s inner city school programs. The tuxedo-clad millionaire was featured\nheavily in the report, not only for his charitable activity, but also for being\nseen snuggling up to a local radio nighttime jock he’d met recently. Gotham was\naglow with the buzz. When was the last time one of the world’s most eligible\nbachelors had been less eligible? This relationship could trump Trump, send\nJohn-John off Page Six. Had the playboy finally become a serious man?
\nBabs knew better.
\nWhen Barbara was younger, she entertained thoughts of pairing up with the Batman\nin more than just a crime-fighting way; her fantasies about the broad-shouldered\nvigilante had carried her across many a flushed threshold when the first\nstirrings of sexuality had blossomed in her youth. But as she grew older and\nworked with him on several cases, she accepted the sad truth that Bruce’s grisly\npast prevented him from trusting anyone enough to let them into his tortured\nsoul.
\nNot allowing herself to be imprisoned by her own similarly tortured psyche, she\nhad mourned, then grown past the sudden death of her mother from a car accident\nand the drawn-out wasting death of her real father from alcoholism. Her uncle\nhad taken her into his home, into his family, and most importantly, into his\nheart. With Jim Gordon’s calm influence, she found that if she could rely on\nanything, it was the possibility of a new beginning. Even the end of his first\nmarriage had proved a lesson in the potential of second chances. Through trouble\nand complications and lots of effort, with his second wife he’d found a Happily\nEver After.
\nIf only it could happen to her.
\nAs if to reinforce this musing, a familiar tone pulsed in her earpiece. Barbara\nshook her head, a slow smile crossing her face as she clicked on the receiver.\n\"Hi, Daddy.\"
\n\"Hey, Babs. Listen, Sarah and I were going to catch the late show of the latest\nTravolta movie and thought you might want to tag along.\"
\nBarbara pursed her lips. Talk about being a fifth wheel. \"Thanks, Dad, but I’ve\ngot a ton of research to database.\"
\n\"It’s not a school night, you know. You are allowed a little pleasure from time\nto time\"
\n\"Not if a girl’s gotta pay her rent. Besides, if I finish early, I’ve got a Mel\nGibson video, a bag of white cheddar popcorn and I promise I’ll stick a wad of\ngum under my chair. I’ll be fine.\"
\n\"I love you, Barbara. Can we get together for coffee tomorrow?\"
\n\"As long as it’s not at one of those yuppie caffeine chains. That much Hunter\nGreen makes me dizzy. Bye, Daddy. You and Sarah have a good time.\" She released\nthe line and stretched her arms skyward. That was all she needed. If her mood\nwasn’t turning self-pitying enough, it’d be murder to watch a \"couples\" movie\nwith her favorite couple.
\nIt’s not like I had such an amazing social life to begin with, she thought.
\nAvoidance by boys intimidated by her intelligence during her school years had\nleft her to her own entertainment on many a high school \"date\" night. Her\nobsession with training for her superhero dreams had filled in most of the empty\ntime, but she still felt heartsick when she passed classmates kissing in the\nhalls or petting at the drive-in. When she finally decided to dive into the\ndating pool at college, she’d been disappointed by the heavy-handed gropings in\nparked cars or by the leering sincerity of the \"perfect guy\" she’d been set up\nwith by a well-meaning friend. Losing her virginity at the age of nineteen had\nfelt more like an item checked off on a \"To Do\" list than a consummation of\nromance.
\nHer job as Director of Reference Services at the Gotham Library had effected the\nperfect cliché--flame-red hair, high full breasts and long, supple legs exuded\nan inviting sexuality. But while all the guys who passed through the stacks\ninventoried her stunning looks, Barbara refused to be put into circulation. \"Ice\nQueen\" they whispered behind her back. \"Too good for us.\" It wasn’t that she\ndidn’t long for intimacy, she reminded herself constantly, it was that her\nisolation was necessary to protect a higher purpose.
\nFinally, while serving as a congresswoman in Washington, she attempted the\nluxury of pursuing a social life. Dating a soldier and a senator among others,\nshe began to think that she could lead a more normal existence. She looked\nforward to their smiles, enjoyed their caresses, even took hope in their\nwhite-picket fence dreams. But though she shared the physical closeness she had\nyearned for, inside she still felt detached from them. In the end, she allowed\nthe demands of her crime-fighting activities to thwart their efforts to be\ntogether and all the relationships had inevitably fallen apart.
\nOnly once had she felt what she thought emotional fulfillment should be, and to\nher surprise, it had been with a boy who’s own sexual awakening she had brought\nabout. With the boy, who followed the same path she was on to fight against\ncrime and injustice, she found a trust and freedom she’d never felt before.\nTheir lovemaking had run the gamut from sensual gentleness to total abandon. As\nwith no one before, she had revealed her secrets and fears to him and felt he\nhad granted her confidences he gave no one else.
\nBut once again, she allowed the dream of her higher goal to stall the\nrelationship into nothingness. It didn’t bode well to mix business and pleasure,\nshe convinced herself. How could she care and be cared about in their dangerous,\ndeadly business? It was unfair, she lied to herself.
\nThough I don’t even have being such a great superhero as a good excuse, either.\nShe’d bungled too many jobs and been rescued from the fire too many times to\nthink she had a future in crime-fighting, so after a near-miss assassination\nattempt, she had retired.
\nNow she could look forward to a home and hearth. To giving her father the\ngrandchildren he muttered about. Her hopes of finding an intimate and loving\nrelationship were raised, only to be cruelly shot down only a few months later\nby a twisted villain with a rictous smile.
\nWeeks of lying in a hospital bed and months of therapy attested to the corporeal\nlimitations of her paralysis but Barbara discovered a harsher truth as well.\nWhat was shattered went beyond the physical. She came to see that the outside\nworld assumed that the broken connection in her spine also cut off any\nconnection to her heart.
\nWhen she was young, the bespectacled teen got hung up on the motto \"Guys don’t\nmake passes at girls who wear glasses.\" Now she wanted to revise that to \"Guys\njust stare at a girl in a chair.\"
\n\"You still have your brains, your passions, your soul,\" her father had said.\n\"You’re a prize any man would want to win.\"
\nBarbara laid her head on her hands. Yeah, great prize I am, torn and tattered,\nshe brooded. A reference book with a hole in the spine. Worth a nickel at book\nsales; maybe bought just to bring the coffee table leg up to level.
\nHer darkest thought was that her maiming had led to her original dream’s\nsalvation. Putting her photographic memory and remarkable reference and computer\nskills to work, she became a valuable link in the chain of vigilante justice. In\nfact, she’d never had more interaction or respect from her crime-fighting peers\nwhen she’d worn her own cape and cowl. She could decipher what 2,000-year-old\nencryption code was being used by R’as Al Ghul and translate it in a\nmillisecond, or find what weakness in the weaponry embanked on the north side of\nSanta Prisca Island would allow the Black Canary to thwart a white slaver’s\nplans without a scratch. She’d achieved her dream of indispensability to\ninnocent victims and crime-fighters everywhere. But at a price.
\nAll her rehabilitation couldn’t take the place of the softness of a hand\nstroking her hair or the warmth of an arm around her waist. All her knowledge\ncouldn’t substitute for the brush of moist lips along the nape of her neck. All\nher research couldn’t tell her how someone could survive without the caress of\nanother human being.
\nA hot tear coursed down her cheek.
\n\"I certainly named myself appropriately,\" she whispered. The Oracle.
\nInspired by Ancient Greece’s Delphic Oracle, the isolated Vestal Virgin,\nsuspended above the steaming fissures of the earth, spewing mad wisdom in her\nloneliness. But instead of sitting on a golden tripod, this Oracle perched on an\naluminum wheelchair.
\nAnd like the original Oracle, who had been consulted by Perseus and Orestes,\ngiven the labors to Hercules, warned Oedipus of the path he’d descend, she, too,\nwas \"visited\" by the young heroes of the day. She was the omphalus, the\ncenterpoint of the world, revered as the mouthpiece of the gods. But now the\nmouthpiece was a microphone, and predictions were received on a computer\nprintout.
\nNo one touches me anymore, she wept. No one holds me. I’m not human anymore, I’m\nmachine. My true voice is filtered, my true face unseen. Day and night, I\nembrace plastic and metal; a program, not a person.
\nAnd it’s worse than just not being with people. I’m no longer a woman.
\nA bell-like tone sounded in the shadowy apartment.
\nBarbara drew in a ragged breath and wiped the teardrops away with the back of\nher hand.
\nThe tone rang again, a little longer this time. Wearily, she sat up and cued the\noutside camera. A figure in black and robin’s egg blue braced himself on the\nwall with one hand while the other cradled his side.
\n\"Babs. Are you there? Please be there.\"
\nShe saw him weakly press the buzzer one more time, then slide to the floor.\nKnocking over a stack of books wheeling backwards to turn around, she raced to\nthe door, pulling it open with all her strength, nearly falling over sideways in\nher chair. He was slumped against the threshold, wiping his face, checking for\ntraces of blood on his gloves. At the sound of Barbara’s gasp behind him, he\npainfully turned towards her and focused bleary eyes beneath his mask.
\n\"Somebody order a pizza?\" His rueful smile said it all for her.
\n\"Nightwing! Can you walk?\" She raised an eyebrow. \"I’m all out of anti-grav\nBatStretchers.\"
\n\"Yeah. Just give me a minute.\" Pushing with his feet, Nightwing slid back up the\nwall. He stood straight for a second, flushed with the effort, then swayed\nforward. Barbara quickly hooked his thigh for balance with her arm and pulled\nhim against the transom. He was gasping and swallowing deeply, trying to take in\nenough air to clear his head.
\n\"You going to throw up?\"
\nNightwing shook his head slowly. \"No.\" He managed to draw in several long ragged\nbreaths. \"But I wish you had a side-car to that chair about now.\"
\nBarbara wheeled backwards warily, watching as he painfully reached behind him to\nclose the door as they headed inside her apartment. She pivoted a 180° and\nguided him to the bathroom.
\nGleaming aluminum grab-rails formed a perverted Jungle Gym around the tub and\ntoilet area. Barb cringed at the cage-like metal but the roguish superhero\nmaneuvered around the chrome monkey bars with indifference. \"What happened?\"
\n\"Hmmm. Let’s see. Fists. Claws. Whips.\" He braced his hands on the waist-high\nsink and squatted down slowly to mirror level, surveying the damage to his face.\n\"Recognize that modus operandi?\"
\n\"Sounds like the feline bondage queen.\" Barbara busied herself taking out towels\nand bandages from cabinets set in the walls.
\n\"In the fur herself.\" With a deft movement, he slid two fingers under his mask\nand popped it off, placing it atop the soap dish. Barbara held up a hand towel\nand he ran it under a slow- running faucet.
\n\"The water’ll take a few minutes to warm up.\"
\nTwisting around to sit on the bathtub rim, Dick wiped off the last of the spirit\nglue that held his mask in place, then blotted the cold towel across his\nforehead. He handed it back to her to re-wet, spotted with his blood. \"Sorry.\nI’ll replace it.\"
\nShe wrung it out, pink water swirling in the sink. \"Towel’s easier to replace\nthan your head.\"
\nDick pointed his long legs out the doorway as she maneuvered her chair into a\nbetter position to take care of him. He was shivering and she knew he wasn’t\ncold, but to start the calming process, she flicked on the bathroom’s heat lamp.
\n\"That should help.\"
\n\"Mmm. You don’t happen to have any alcohol, do you? Like a brandy or something?\nOr are we superheroes still not allowed to partake of the grape or the grain.\"
\n\"No, I have…\" Barbara thought a moment. She remembered a bottle of Napoleon\nBrandy her father had given her last birthday. She’d been saving it for a\nspecial occasion that had never come. \"I have just the thing.\"
\nWith a nod of her head, she indicated that Dick would have to move his legs to\nallow her access out. He curled them up against the tub and she glided out into\nthe hallway, towards a cabinet in the kitchen she ironically referred to as the\n\"wine cellar.\" It contained the brandy and a bottle of merlot she kept for\ndates. She’d replaced the bottle three times since she’d moved in, using it each\ntime for cooking purposes, not social ones.
\nChecking the brandy glasses for dust, she wheeled back to find Dick leaning\nagainst the sink, his boots in a crumpled pile in the corner, carefully checking\nhis right ankle for swelling and tenderness.
\n\"How is it?\"
\n\"Well, I’ll never play the violin again, but…\" His eyes locked to hers wickedly.\n\"Then I never could before!\" they shouted together.
\nShe poured a generous amount of brandy into a snifter and handed it up to him,\nthen poured another for herself as he inspected the amber liquor. Raising a\ntoast of survival to each other, Dick took a deep pull on the glass, swallowing\nthe liquid fire rapidly. Barbara took a tentative sip of hers; it had been a\nwhile since she’d had a drink and she had a strange feeling in the pit of her\nstomach already.
\n\"Your father has good taste,\" he choked out, handing her the glass for a refill.\nShe poured him a smaller drink this time and set the bottle on the floor.
\n\"Do you want me to contact…him?\"
\nDick looked down at her. \"No,\" he said quickly.
\n\"Not my father. I meant…\"
\n\"I know who you meant. My father.\" He tossed back more of his drink. \"No, thank\nyou. I’m sure he’ll find out about this in the course of things.\" Dick took a\ndeep breath, then clutched his side over pulled muscles. \"Besides, you always\nsaid, if I was in the neighborhood, I should drop by.\"
\nBarbara pursed her lips with a smirk. \"You were so sure I’d be in?\"
\n\"Who else can I depend on to be home on date night?\"
\nA cold draft blew from her gut through the gaping holes bridged over her\nshattered spine. If Dick noticed her discomfort at his remark he didn’t make\namends for it. He had straightened up, leaning back against the low set sink.
\nPicking up a clean towel, she shrugged off her despair. \"Let’s have a look at\nyou.\"
\nHis face was torn above his left eyebrow. There were scratches on his left cheek\nas well, and the fabric above his left shoulder was shredded, showing deep red\nwelts that oozed thick pain. The scratches ripped diagonally across his chest,\ndown the washboard stomach of his costume, ending their path in an arc across\nhis right thigh. \"What a mess.\"
\nDick swallowed the last of the snifter’s contents. \"You, on the other hand, look\nparticularly beautiful tonight. You’re growing your hair out again, huh? I like\nit longer. It…uh…\" Barbara’s glowering eyes discerned a florid tinge infusing\nhis bruised face. Crossing her arms with an acrid deliberateness, she sighed.
\n\"Go ahead. Finish it, Grayson.\"
\n\"It…uh…enhances your femininity,\" he muttered weakly, setting his glass on the\nfloor next to hers.
\nBarb shook her head with annoyance, trying to hide the flushed marks of mixed\nemotions that were branding her own cheeks. \"You’re delirious as well as beaten\nup. Let me see your hands.\" Lacerations swelled through the frayed knuckles of\nhis gloves. \"Take those off.\"
\nThe gloves were heavy, weighted down with equipment stored in metal cuff pockets\nthat were hard to pull off bruised and swollen arms, but Dick peeled them off\nwith the skill of a striptease artist.
\n\"I think you’re going to need iodine, young man.\" She wheeled backwards and to\nthe side with one hand, colliding with Dick as they both leaned forward to pull\nopen the waist high cabinet door. \"Let me. Please?\"
\n\"Sorry.\" Turning away from her, he ran his bloody knuckles under the lukewarm\nwater.
\nBarb waited patiently, holding a box of bandages and antiseptic in her lap as he\nscrubbed the rough skin with a washcloth. His high round butt was at her face\nlevel and she tried to convince herself to look away, but to no avail. The curve\nof his ass paralleled the hollow of his groin, which flowed sinuously down long,\nmuscular thighs. She remembered how soft and silky his legs had been, when they\nhad been wrapped around her own, once. How she had made him lie on the bed on\nhis flat stomach as she licked his legs and thighs like an ice cream cone,\nplacing sprinkles of kisses across his ass. How his ass was so firm but pliant\nas she had drawn him deeper inside her, over and over.
\nTwisting around, Dick caught Barbara in her reverie. He held out his hands for a\ntowel and distractedly she started rubbing them dry. The silkiness of her palm\nbrushed against his and spread a warmth through him that had nothing to do with\nthe heat lamp.
\nHe watched her through lowered eyelids, transfixed by the rosy flush on\ncream-white cheeks framed by iridescent coppery hair that trailed down to\ngenerous breasts rising and falling under her V-necked shirt. Her tapered\nfingers caressed his with a gentle touch, a touch he remembered stroking his\nback and legs, causing a quivering in his muscles that felt like he was flying.\nHe remembered how her strong long limbs had wrapped around his, sheltering him\nin a sanctuary of calmness during the craziness of his youth.
\nHow supple and loose-limbed she had been; the positions they had been able to\nachieve in their lovemaking could have furnished a sequel to the Kama Sutra, he\nthought. Tall and willowy, Barbara matched him in dexterity and excelled him in\nartistry. Slowly, patiently, she guided him to manhood, pausing only like\nMeleager had, to throw golden fruit to Atalanta as they raced, allowing him to\ncatch up.
\nHow destroyed he had been when she had turned him away.
\n\"You want to tell me how this happened?\"
\nDick lowered himself down on the bath’s rim again, allowing Barbara easy reach\nto clean and dress the half-moon cut still oozing viscous fluid onto his\nforehead. She gently stroked the crusted blood away with a soft cotton square.\nStaring into eyes that reminded him of finely faceted emeralds, Dick began his\nstory.
\n\"I was on my way back home from the Crystal Ball. Rubber hors d’oeuvres, not\nsparkling but rather dim champagne. You know how I love these things. A real\nbore.
\n\"I was cycling down Peterson Boulevard back home to the Bird’s Nest--what Tim\nand I have taken to calling Wayne Manor--when I heard a crash and a muffled\nexplosion.
\n\"It was at the Revolutionaire Art Museum. They’re showing a very controversial\nexhibit--Erotic Toyland? You read about it in the papers?\" he asked.
\n\"The one that had all the knickers of the Daughters of Gotham Society in a\ntwist?\"
\n\"Yeah, that’s the one. So I park the bike, peel off the monkey suit, stick on\nthe mask and I’m over there in ten seconds. And who do I see but Catwoman and\ntwo of her litter purloining a rare and aesthetic collection of whips, leather\nmasks, bustiers, dildos. You know, the kind of things the Marquis de Sade took\non vacation.\"
\n\"Purrrrrloining?\" A smirk played across her lips. \"Really, Robbie, I thought you\nhad given up the puns with the bare legs and cape.\"
\nLong lashes lowered momentarily onto downcast eyes. She had his chin cupped in\nher free hand and he curled his cheek into her palm before his gaze fixed itself\nback to hers. \"Some things you don’t give up so easily.\" Shifting his weight,\ntrying to find a comfortable position on the slippery rim, his knees smacked\ninto hers, knocking one of her feet off the wheelchair’s supports, without a\nreaction on her part.
\n\"Anyway, I tell her to put down the stuff but she cracks out a whip and suddenly\nI find myself tangled up and falling down. Leo and Clarence do a number on my\nface and ribs, but Catty tells them to get out of her way, she’ll take care of\nthis. She orders them to pick me up and I’m carried over to a chain link fence\nin the alley, where she proceeds to tie my ankles and wrists to the metal using\nseveral of the whips she’s stolen.
\n\"Her leonine friends disappear into the shadows; I don’t think they shopped at\nthe same mall as I do, women-wise, and I guess as kinky as Selina is, she wanted\nher privacy. Ow!\"
\nDick winced as the antiseptic Barbara applied stung him and she blew a cool\nbreath across the wound to evaporate it quicker. \"Go on. I want all the sordid\ndetails. It’s been hell since they scrambled Gotham’s only blue channel.\"
\nHer eyes avoided his as she placed a flesh-colored strip over the wound, sensing\nhe’d been taken aback with the deadpannedness of her remark. Now it was Dick’s\nturn to regain composure.
\n\"Well, first Selina fondles me all over, stroking my arms, my sides, trailing\nher claws up and down my legs and back. Picking up another whip, she runs the\ntip through the link below my rear-end and reaching through another link to grab\nhold, rubs it back and forth over my crotch, sometimes pressing it into the\ncrack in my ass, then pulling it forward slowly.
\n\"Squeezing the whip in her crotch, she puts her booted legs through the chain\nlink, hoists herself up and we come face to face. She straddles me, rubbing her\nbody up and down mine. Every time she comes up forward on me, she licks my face,\ncircling around my mask.\"
\nBarbara pulled back and squinted her eyes. What she thought were bruises on\nDick’s face she now realized were traces of Selina’s lipstick.
\n\"Through the spandex, I can feel her nipples growing harder as she slides up and\ndown my chest. She arches back, then whips her hair across my face several\ntimes.
\n\"She climbs higher on the fence, and forces one of her breasts into my mouth. I\ncircle the tip with my tongue, soaking the fabric of her costume with my\nsucking. She’s pawing me all over, raking her nails across my ribs, pressing a\nknee into my crotch. Are you hot?\"
\nBarbara’s hands flew to her cheeks. \"What?\"
\nBrushing a damp curl of hair off her forehead, Dick smiled. \"The heat lamp. Can\nyou turn it off?\"
\nClumsily, she backed the wheelchair up and flicked off the switch. Bab’s eyes\nstrayed down Dick’s front, where his nipples poked hard points through the\nfabric. Her own were rock hard as well, she thought.
\n\"Then what happened?\"
\n\"I bit down on her tit. It stunned her but not for long. The whip cracks across\nmy forehead. Then she bares her claws and lets them rip diagonally from my\nshoulder to my thigh. By then I had freed my left leg from the fence and shot\nher one in the solar plexus. She responds by kicking me in the chest. Suddenly\nLeo and Clarence return and rip me down, wale on me, leaving me kissing\nconcrete, wind knocked out. Selina sticks me in the ass one last time with her\nstiletto heel and then they’re gone in the night.
\n\"When I realized where I was, I managed to stagger over here. The rest is, as\nthey say…\"
\nBarbara finished cleaning his face and tossed the dirty cotton into the garbage\npail. \"And you didn’t even get to take anything home as a souvenir?\" Her green\neyes flickered a teasing glance. \"I know how Bruce and you like to showcase\nmementos.\"
\n\"I’d love to see Alfred trying to figure out where to exhibit the spoils of this\ncase.\"
\n\"And some are still on display\", she murmured, unperceivingly nodding downwards.
\nDick slapped his uninjured thigh in glee, laughing at her remark, opening his\nlegs wider to accommodate the growing bulge in his leggings. Without missing a\nbeat, he caught her eyes on the upswing of her chin. \"This has nothing to do\nwith what happened earlier,\" he grinned.
\nCrimson clouds diffused across her face like a rose-streaked dawn.\nSelf-consciously she looked down at herself and with a groan, noticed her errant\nfoot. Her face raised to his in dismay but Dick had already started to place the\nfoot back to rest on the metal grate. Casually placing one hand on her knee, he\nreached over with the other and lazily traced a line down her cheekbone. \"We\nonly communicate by head-set these days, Babs. I know we can’t physically work\ntogether, but…I miss doing stuff with you like we used to. You know, being with\nyou.\"
\n\"I didn’t mean anything by that.\"
\n\"No?\" She felt the callused pads of his fingers glide over her lips lightly with\nan arousing roughness. \"Maybe I wish you’d realize…\" Dick stammered to a stop as\nshe swerved her head away defensively.
\n\"What?\" Barb knew she spoke too fast, but her head was flooded with the feelings\nwashing over her and she was afraid she’d drown in her own thoughts if she\ndidn’t dam the overflow quickly.
\nDick shook his head softly. \"Nothing,\" he muttered. \"I just wish you’d realize.\"
\nPicking up the bottle of first aid lotion, she pointed it at his torn-up chest.\n\"What I realize,\" she started, the words sticking in her dry throat, \"is that\nyou’re going to have to lose the top if I’m going to clean up the rest of your\nmess.\"
\nRising slowly, maintaining an unwavering scrutiny into her eyes, Dick’s fingers\nreached into his waistband and pulled on the shirtwaist, peeling the\nbody-clinging material up and off his wounds. Barbara’s breath caught in her\nbreast as she watched his impish strip-show, revealing the fine dark hairs that\ntapered up from his groin to swirl around his navel, then traveled over the\nundulating planes that splayed over his torso like the ripples of desert sand\ndunes. Carefully he eased the shirt off, his deep breastbone shadowed between\nwell-developed pectoral muscles, pulling the fabric over rounded biceps and\nsquared shoulders. Finally, shaking his long black hair clear of the binding\ncollar, he dropped the costume to the floor. The focused exertion had winded him\nand his chest rose and fell, reminding Barbara to breathe as well.
\nDick raised his powerful arms to let her survey the damage, then, with a sly\ngrin, brought his hands together at his tapered waist to affect a bodybuilder’s\npose.
\n\"God save us from Arnold,\" she murmured, forcefully shaking off the distraction\nof the lean, lithesome body before her. Moistening another cotton square with\nalcohol, she began to blot away the blood and dirt.
\n\"Aah!\" Drawing in, he winced at the disinfectant on his stomach. \"That’s cold!\"
\n\"Wuss.\"
\n\"Torturer.\"
\n\"Aw, is the boy blunder going to cry?\"
\n\"No, but I feel a pun coming on.\"
\n\"Okay! I’ll be careful!\"
\nExcept for the two deep gouges above the upper left breast, Nightwing’s Kevlar\nbody suit had protected him well. Unrelentingly she made her way up the trail of\nlight scratches to the deeper wounds at top, assessing for any other injuries on\nhis chest or limbs, then noticed the deep smile of a scar that ringed his right\nshoulder.
\n\"Barb…Ow!\" Dick curled away from her. \"That really hurt.\"
\nImperceptibly she had dug into his wound too deeply, distracted by thoughts of\nhow gunshot wounds received from the Joker had signaled a transition for both of\nthem. Dismissed by a remorseful Batman after being wounded in a rooftop\napprehension, Dick was forced to take responsibility for his own path. For him,\nthe bullet’s nick had effected his passage from boy to man.
\nBut for her, she tallied, the bullet’s consequence had left her less than a\nwoman.
\n\"Sorry,\" she said woodenly. Feeling a swelling of self-pity in her stomach, she\nstared past him, irritatingly catching her reflection in the sink’s mirror.\nQuickly she glanced away from her own dour gaze and bent back to her task of\ntreating his lacerations.
\nDick caught her hand on his chest. \"Penny for your thoughts?\"
\nForcing a smile to her lips, she glanced up at him. \"Surely you can afford more\nthan that.\"
\n\"Hey, I’m on a budget,\" he baited. \"I pay for my own masks now.\"
\nHis hand refused to release hers as she tried to continue her ministrations.\nHolding her palm against his breast, his thumb rubbed over her knuckles, his\nfingers enfolded hers. He grazed the heel of her hand lightly over his hard,\nrough nipple.
\n\"Dick…\" she managed to stammer.
\n\"Did I forget to say thank you?\" Swiftly, he leaned in and caught her mouth with\nhis own. Supple fingers lightly raked through her copper hair, tilting her face\ninto his. Feathery tender caresses skimmed over her lips before he drank deep of\nher essence, then pulled away.
\nBarbara jerked her hand from his chest and brushed trembling fingers over her\nmouth. His taste was of brandy and boldness. She thought to wipe the moistness\noff with her palm, but her lips had already gone dry.
\nDick grimaced at the look of surprise on her face, but what should he have\nexpected? \"Babs, I’m sorry,\" he blurted. He stroked his shoulder absentmindedly.\n\"I guess I’m still that sixteen-year-old kid with a mad crush on you.\"
\n\"And I’m still much older than you,\" she choked out.
\n\"Please! Seven years. That might have raised some eyebrows then, but now, it’s a\nsad excuse for…whatever it’s an excuse for.\"
\n\"Excuse!\" she exploded. Incredulous at his remark, Barbara pulled his hand away\nfrom his shoulder to stop the rings he traced around his scar and slammed it\ndown on the hard rubber handles encircling her. \"Dick! I’m in a wheelchair!\"
\nDick raised petulant eyes to meet hers. \"I know.\" Impulsively, he bent over\nagain and scooping her hair back with both hands, laved his tongue around the\nlobe of her ear, his breath warm and sweet against her skin. Nuzzling further\nin, he dallied lingering kisses down the nape of her neck, then abruptly pulled\nback and pressed his mouth close to her cheek. \"I know,\" he whispered.
\n\"Stop it. Please!\" Barb wheeled backwards and reached awkwardly for the\nantiseptic. \"I have to…I don’t think…\" She hated being this flustered. The wall\nof control she had successfully built up against the heartache of her paralysis\nwas imploding, exploding piercing shards of anguished yearnings through her\nbody.
\n\"Don’t think! Feel.\"
\n\"I can’t!\" She raised a hand in defense, then dropped it despairingly. \"I want\nto, but…I’m afraid.\"
\nDick shook his head vehemently. \"You’ve never been afraid of anything in your\nlife.\"
\n\"I’m unsure, then. I’m…unknowledgeable.\"
\nLaughter bubbled from his lips. \"I love these clichéd excuses!\" He gestured at\nthe quiet room around them. \"Barb, when have you not come up against an obstacle\nand found it an opportunity to learn, to gain that knowledge?\"
\n\"Opportunity? This is an opportunity to you?\" A sharp gaze reflected the\npiercing tone in her voice. Dick tore his eyes from hers.
\nStalemate.
\n\"Let me finish dressing your wounds.\"
\nThe corners of Dick’s mouth curled up. He glanced down at the remaining injury,\nwhich throbbed slightly on his right thigh. \"More like un-dressing my wounds.\"
\nDick’s defiant grin flattened into a thin line of uncertainty and he shook his\nhead, sighing.
\n\"Barbara.\" He bit his lip forcefully. \"Nothing has changed how I feel about you.\nHow I’ve always felt about you.\" Hesitant fingers trailed across her brow,\npalming over her cheek to caress her chin. \"How I always will feel about you.\"
\nTingles of nervousness skittered up her shoulders and colored her face a duskier\nrose. Chills and flutters battled in her stomach. Her hands felt numb, her chest\nburned. The lights were too bright in the room, the buzz of electricity was too\nloud. Or was it that her senses were finally coming to life again?
\nOnly once had she felt what she thought emotional fulfillment should be, and to\nher surprise, it had been with a boy who’s own sexual awakening she had brought\nabout. With the boy, who followed the same path she was on to fight against\ncrime and injustice, she’d found a trust and freedom she’d never felt before.\nTheir lovemaking had run the gamut from a sensual gentleness to total abandon.\nAs with no one before, she had revealed her secrets and fears to him and felt he\nhad granted her confidences he gave no one else.
\nHow destroyed she had been when she had turned him away.
\nJust as she felt as if her whole body would shatter, a great calm overcame her.
\nOpportunity? How could she attack him as seeing this as an opportunity? This\nwasn’t like the opportunities he had taken as a youth, bussing her cheek with a\nshy peck after a job well done, or catching her around the waist as they plunged\noff the rooftops, swinging together like mating birds through the rushing air.
\nLater, when affection had turned to lust, when the opportunity availed itself to\nsatisfy their adolescent urges, steal secret stares, revel in the power to\narouse and electrify each other, an undercurrent of fondness and devotion had\nalways galvanized their relationship.
\nShe thought back to the dark days after her spine had been blown away,\nremembering the trucks from Grayson Industries that had arrived continuously at\nher door; bearing the logo of an acrobat reaching up, inches from catching a\ntrapeze bar, signaling the arrival of new and appreciated items to make the\ndifficult adjustment to life in a chair easier. Prototype sinks and storage for\nher kitchen, the latest in exercise equipment for the handicapped, bed and bath\nsupplies. And crates of computer equipment to enable her to walk a new type of\npath.
\nYears of affection. Trust. Gratitude? Sure. Attraction. Admiration.
\nAnd love.
\nDick searched her eyes for an answer, but all he got for his query was a\nCheshire cat grin.
\nHer heart beating thunderously, Barbara hooked her fingers into the waistband of\nhis costume and timorously lowered the tight material over his slender hips.\nWith a gentle touch, she brought the matted fabric away from the gash below his\ngroin and, with his hand braced on her shoulder, allowed Dick to pull his right\nleg free and out of the legging.
\nSuddenly overcome with modesty, Dick blushed at his growing erection, pressing\nthe cup built into his body suit tight against his skin with his hands. Barbara\ncompliantly cleaned the lacerations that whorled across his thigh, blew over\nthem to dry the antiseptic, then covered them with a large square bandage. The\ncool rush of her breath caused his penis to thrum against the cup. Barbara\nlooked up at him and smiled. Could she still do that to a man?
\nDelicately she brushed the tips of her fingers over the arc of his groin, across\nhis hip and over the hill of his buttock. She traced circles on the baby soft\nskin of his rear, squeezing the downy mounds with another look up into his\ncobalt eyes. Dick reached down to run a hand through her hair but she pushed it\naway.
\n\"Turn around.\"
\nTwisting the cove of his hips in her hands, she brushed her lips over the places\nher hand had just caressed. Forcefully she pressed his back downward and Dick\nbent over the low sink, crossing his arms over his chest. He shivered,\nmomentarily missing the warmth of the heat lamp to quell the chilling rush of\nher touch on his skin. Barbara kissed and nipped him, lowering her head to\ntongue the hollow where buttock met thigh, then licked up the arch of his hip,\nrunning her hands along his legs as she grazed over his body. Without warning,\nshe pulled down the remaining leg of his body suit, ripping it away quickly.\nCatching his calf and pulling the last vestige of clothing off him, she trailed\nher fingers up and inside his legs.
\nDrawing his ass-cheeks apart, she blew a stream of cool air up his crack, then,\ncontinuing the circular motion with her hands, pushed forward and upwards on his\npelvic bones, indicating he should stand back up. She heard a sharp intake of\nbreath as she raked her fingers through the nest of dark curly hair at the base\nof his cock, barely skimming the top of his growing shaft. Placing kisses in the\nV at the base of his spine, she realized she could see his groin in the low hung\nmirror, his cock hardening at her sensuous touch. His head lowered, she could\ntell he was watching, too. Her mouth played over the contours of his thighs, her\nfingers feathered up the sinewy hollows of his groin.
\nSighing, she caught his engorged cock in her hand, watching herself run one\nfinger up the slickening shaft, then down again to catch the bead of moisture\nthat hung on the tip. Swirling it around the helmet with the palm of her hand\nelicited a guttural moan from Dick and he opened his legs wider. Still massaging\nthe head with her left hand, she ran two fingers down the groove on the\nunderside of his long, straight cock, then captured his ballsack, squeezing it\ngently. Wrapping her left hand tighter around him, she felt the silky tightness\njump at her touch and she moved her hand up and down lightly in response,\nresting her cheek against his hip, watching his growing pleasure.
\nShe sought and found the spot just behind the base of his scrotum and pressed it\ncarefully. Making tight circles with her thumb, she felt a shudder in his legs\nand gently stopped.
\n\"Barb…\" he entreated, his nerve endings stinging.
\n\"Oh, no. You’re not that sixteen-year-old kid anymore. You just wait.\"
\nGrasping his hips once more, she rotated him around to face her.
\nSweat bead the sides of his face, and his nostrils were flared, his chest and\ncock rising and falling together in a syncopated rhythm.
\nBarbara ran her hands up the hard muscles of his stomach, netting her fingers in\nhis chest hair and pulled him to her. Falling forward with the momentum, Dick\ncaught his hands on the arms of her chair, the force slamming her back against\nthe wall as he seized her mouth with his. His tongue sliced between her lips,\nprobing the fiery moistness, penetrating deeper and deeper. Plunging, parrying,\nthrusting her tongue with his, he was unquenchable, trembling with the yearnings\nthat flowed through his body.
\nBarbara clutched his face in her hands, then trickled her fingers down the cords\nof his neck, to the taut muscles of his collarbone. He tasted of honey and\nvanilla, his sweetness tempered by the pungency of the sweat glowing on his\nskin. Strong arms embraced her and she gripped his shoulder blades, feeling his\nstrength and power imbue through her. It drained away as he slowly drew back.\n\"Why?\"
\nDick ran his thumb over her enflamed lips. \"Gotta breathe sometime, darlin’.\" He\nskimmed his tongue over his own lips as a rakish smile grew from one side of his\nface to the other.
\nCatching his thumb with her teeth, she sucked it deeper into her mouth, biting\ngently, then swirled her tongue around the knuckle. She caressed his long,\npliant fingers in her hand while she flicked moist darts in the valleys between\nbefore licking each in turn, like a cat catching the last drops of cream off the\nsoft pads of its paws.
\nBarbara nuzzled her cheek in his hand a moment before dragging her lips across\nhis palm, working lingering kisses over his wrist and up the tender inside of\nhis arm. Then, grabbing him by his hips again, she pulled him forward to rain\ndrops of kisses over his stomach, spiraling around his navel, dipping her tongue\nin and out. He perched over her, holding himself upright at a bowed angle by\npushing his weight through his hands into the wall above Barbara’s head,\nthrowing his own head back in delight at her attentions. His cock brushed\nagainst the swell of her breasts and she pushed him back slightly, realizing\nDick’s difficult position. Lightly, she propelled him away from her, until his\nbutt rested once again against the sink.
\nUnderstanding what she had in mind, Dick reached back and grasped the sides of\nthe cool porcelain, bracing himself.
\nGlancing at her tousled hair and shining eyes in the mirror, Barbara shook her\nhead and smiled. The evening had turned out quite differently than she expected.\nDick raised her chin in his hand questioningly, but she just crinkled her nose\nand grinned.
\nLanguidly she opened her mouth and engulfed the broad, blunt tip of his cock.\nShe heard a gasp above her and set to swirling her tongue around the plumy\nhelmet, tracing over the fold of skin that covered his glans, encircling him\nwith spirals of fiery kisses. His thick shaft already tasted of salty sweetness\nas she gently wrapped one hand around the base and started stroking\nrhythmically, invoking an ancient cadence. Her lips glided over his soft slick\nskin as his hips bucked gently, providing a counterbeat to the measure of her\nerotic orchestrations.
\nThe red velvet curtain of her hair prevented him from seeing what his senses\ninformed him was happening as she took more and more of him into the warmth of\nher mouth. Recklessly, he pulled her hair away from her face, momentarily\nwithdrawing her from his cock, a glistening trail of saliva from her lips\nkeeping a tenuous connection between them. Reaching to each other, their lips\nmet, drinking in the taste, the touch, the soul of each other’s being.
\nDick’s familiar scent whirled into a heady intoxication that spun Barbara about\nin an effervescent storm of emotion. Remembered sensations heightened in the\nbold certainty of the trust she had in him. She tasted a saltiness in their\nembrace and realized she was crying. Dick kissed away her tears, they melted on\nhis lips like an ambrosial dew.
\nStringing kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach, she resumed her task\nwith a vigorousness that caught him off-guard, his whole body tightening with\nthe aggressiveness of her stroking. Her pent-up desires spilled waves over his\nswollen cock. Spreading his legs to keep his balance, his hips writhed while his\nhead dropped back, concentration cording in his straining muscles. Her skillful\nactions spread pleasure into every nerve, every pulse, taking him closer and\ncloser to release. He felt her lips relentlessly slide up the length of him to\ncaress his throbbing ballsack, then slide back down to pull and release the skin\nat the tip.
\nAs her mouth rhythmically sucked him deeper and deeper inside its warmth, her\ntongue played a side to side counterpoint. Then, sheathing her teeth with her\nlips, she played a glissando, gliding down with a gentle pressure.
\nHe felt a warning sting in the base of his spine and thrust harder into her\nmouth, his breath ragged as he tried to control his racing heartbeat. She took\nthe full measure of him, his strong fingers snarling in her hair as he pumped\nwith her, as she sucked and retracted, sucked and retracted.
\n\"Aah…Barb!\" Dick groaned loudly, punctuating his exhalations with feral savage\ngrunts that reverberated off the room’s white tile. \"I’m going to…I’m…Aah!\"
\nDick shuddered as his cock erupted, shooting hot white splashes of cum against\nthe back of Barbara’s throat as she took him as deep as she could. Releasing his\nseed over and over, she matched his pace with rhythmic swallows, savoring the\ncreamy confectionery of mango and bittersweet chocolate that was the taste of\nhim.
\nSlowly she pulled away, tonguing the last drops of cum off his waning erection.\nRaising her eyes, she watched with a deserved smugness as he sagged against the\nwashbasin, head lolling to the side, taking deep, even breaths until his\nstrength returned. Eyes closed, he smiled as her hands traveled up and down his\nchest and legs, pinching, nipping, finding purchase over his soft skin. While\ntickling behind one kneecap, his eyes opened with a mischievous glint she\nremembered all too well.
\n\"No, no, don’t!\" She wheeled back, covering her face in her hands, shaking her\nhead. \"No, no, no, no! Don’t say it, Dick!\"
\n\"I’ve got to, I’ve just got to!\" Bending over, Dick pulled her hands away and\npressed his nose to hers, grinning from ear to ear. \"Holy Blowjob, Batgirl.\"
\nBarbara caught his lip in her teeth. She felt a satisfaction resurface that had\nbeen buried in her despair and it bubbled up from her heart through her blood to\nthe ends of her nerves. Seeing the rapture in his passion-hooded eyes had made\nher feel almost whole, almost complete as a woman again. She had been able to\npleasure someone else, if not herself, and it gave her sense of fulfillment long\nabsent from her life. And yet… She wanted more. She wanted it ALL back.\nDejected, she let go his lip and lowered her head.
\n\"You used to react a lot more violently to my puns,\" Dick whispered, burying his\nlips in her sweet-scented hair. \"I seem to remember teeth-marks on one hip that\ndidn’t go away for a week.\" He lowered himself to sit on the bathtub rim,\nwincing at the coldness of the porcelain against his bare ass, then sidled her\nchair closer to him. Barbara smiled and sighed.
\nCradling the nape of her neck in one hand, he pulled her closer, drawing her\ninto a kiss. His tongue circled her lips, then parted them gently, dipping in to\ntaste her nectar. The kiss was tender, full of love and caring, soft and\nreassuring. Barbara floated blissfully on the ebb and flow as his tongue drifted\nback and forth, tangling with hers, cresting between their lips, then sucking\nher deeper into his mouth. She ran her hands outward over his lean collarbone\nand sheltered under the cape of his well-developed trapezious muscles, melting\ninto him.
\nDick traced lazy patterns through her hair with his fingers, then ran them down\nher arched spine, pressing her closer to him. The kiss became more desperate as\nhe trailed his free hand down her neck and breastbone, lowering his palm to rub\nover her stomach, then back up to grasp the fullness of her breasts. Barbara’s\nbreath caught on a sob of pleasure and she raised her hands to run her own\nfingers through his long blue-black hair.
\nGently, Dick grazed his thumb across her nipples, then alternated feathery\nstrokes of his palm to tease the tips into hardness. His lips wandered away from\nhers to nuzzle into her neck, planting kisses along her pulse-points. His breath\nwas hot and spicy as he hovered over her shell-like ear, then he suddenly\ninhaled, the cool draft sending a shiver down her back.
\nBarbara pulled his head away by the hair, then crushed her mouth on his. She\nmoaned as he scooped his hands under her shirt, reached around to release her\nbra, then caressed the curve of her lush breasts.
\nWithout warning, Dick pulled her shirt over her head in one sweeping motion,\ndropping it to the floor, her bra following close by. He bent to ensnare one\ntaut, rose-hued nipple with his lips, flicking his tongue over its pebbly\nhardness. She tasted like the spring mist rising off a field of wildflowers as\nhis hands skimmed over her ribs to wrap around her waist.
\nShe kissed his forehead, his brow, his eyes as he cupped her breast in one hand\nand suckled, her swelling chest rising to fill his mouth further with her satiny\nbosom. Tracing spirals, he abraded her other engorged bud with his callused\nfingers, then trailed down to the hollow below her breast towards the flat of\nher stomach, sending tingles through Barbara’s middle at his touch.\nInstinctively his hand lowered to rub across her belly, circle her navel, then\nslid inside the waistband of her black sweat pants. Cupping his hand over her\nmound, he slipped several fingers into her warm opening.
\nWrenching his lips away from her breast, he looked up at her, his eyes wide open\nin surprise. \"Barb--you’re wet.\"
\nFlustered, Barbara became aware of the location of his hand. \"What?\" A hot shame\nsuffused her face; she dreaded the thought of her broken body destroying the\nmoment with an unexpected though natural bodily function.
\nA slow smile lit up his face as he shook his head. \"Your feminine juices are\nflowing.\"
\n\"What? Really? Oh, Dick! I…\" she stammered. \"I mean, I’ve read medical reports\nbut…\" Barb paused, trying not to sound like the reference source she had trained\nherself to be. \"You see, sexual…reactions…vary for every casualty of paralysis.\nI didn’t know what I would…What could happen.\" She gulped as her eyes reflected\nan expression of delight and wonder.
\nPlanting a kiss on her burning cheek, he laughed softly. \"Well, you’re wetter\nthan a hot day in June, darlin’\" He held up his hand to show her, his fingers\nglistening with her moistness, the musky scent of her female wetness filling her\nnostrils. Dick brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean, then\ncaught her mouth with his, placing the taste of her onto her tongue, her lips,\nher teeth.
\nA shock wave of unmitigated joy exploded from her core, diffusing the darkness\nthat had hollowed every fiber of her being for so long. If Barbara had harbored\ndoubts earlier about her womanliness, they evaporated in the essence of herself\nin his kiss. Her femininity was assured to her, the evidence of its existence\nwas there on his lips, something she had thought was gone forever.
\nLovingly, Dick scooped her up in his arms and carried her towards the bedroom.\n\"I think we should see what else you’re capable of, Babs.\"
\nAnything, she thought, pillowing her head on his broad shoulder. Everything,\nnow.
\nLow lights illuminated the queen-sized bed as Dick lowered her gently onto the\nblack satin comforter, and promptly hit his head on the suspended bar Barbara\nused to raise and lower herself onto the mattress.
\n\"Ow!\" Dick blinked several times to recover from the surprise. He tentatively\npat at the area around the bandage on his forehead, having scored a direct hit\non the wound. \"You doing a circus act in here?\"
\n\"Sorry.\" Barbara sighed heavily, fearful how to recapture a shattered mood.\nDragging herself further onto the bed, she distractedly pulled the comforter\nover her breasts.
\nDick pushed the bar slightly, watching it sway over them. \"Tell me, sweetheart,\nwhy is it I have such trouble with trapeze bars?\"
\nBarb cleared her throat. \"Surprising, since you actually do so well with long\nhard rods.\"
\nA dark laugh rumbled from this throat as he locked a wicked stare onto her\ngleaming eyes. Dropping onto the bed like a predatory cat, he glided up to her\nand peeled away the quilt, planting a kiss on her chin. \"You’re the one who does\nso well.\" Lingering kisses trailed their way down her swan-like neck, over the\nslopes of her breasts, pushing her back onto the pillows as he kissed her\nstomach.
\nRaising his eyes for approval, Dick hooked his fingers into the waistband of her\nsweat-pants, and slid them off casually as Barbara watched. His nose and mouth\nhovered over the tight red curls that covered her mound, inhaling the spicy\naroma. \"Mmmmm,\" he murmured. \"This is one pussy that doesn’t mind being wet.\"
\nBarb buried her face in the pillow, stifling a groan of laughter. Reaching out,\nshe raked her hands through his hair, pulling his head away from her crotch.\n\"Hey, Short-Pants. This isn’t helping.\"
\nDick regarded her with innocent, saucer-wide eyes. \"You used to love my puns.\"\nHe pulled his head away from her grasp and nuzzled his face in her curls while\ncaressing her thighs, spreading them further apart.
\nBarbara regarded his actions in confusion. \"Things change,\" she replied sharply.
\nWithout missing a beat, Dick ran his hands up her hips, pulling himself onto\nher, nipping and licking his way over the flat roundness of her belly, around\nthe curves of her waist. His tongue settled over her navel, flicking in and out.\nBarbara giggled at his touch. \"Not everything, I see.\"
\nHis fingers reached up to tickle the sensitive flesh in the hollow below her\nbreasts as his tongue continued its assault. Barb’s stomach undulated in wiggles\nand ripples as she laughed deeply. \"Dick, stop! Stop it!\"
\n\"Stop it! Dick, stop it!\" he mimicked, shifting his hands to extend his torments\nto the crook below her armpits and the swell of her abdomen. \"You forget, I know\nall your secret places.\"
\nPulling herself up by one hand on the trapeze bar, Barb reciprocated, tickling\nDick over and around his ribcage. He rolled over in surprise, surrendering his\nhands as she caught them in hers, laying his head back across her breasts as\nthey laughed together.
\nDick brought her hands to his mouth and kissed them, then rolled over again onto\nhis stomach. Their mouths now level, he brushed his lips over hers.
\nBarbara arched back as his tongue ground into her mouth, pulling him close\nagainst her. The passion in his kiss overwhelmed her, and she returned his ardor\nin kind. Parting reluctantly, he snuggled into her neck, then caught her earlobe\nin his teeth. His tongue explored its contours, swirling and spiraling around\nits crescent.
\n\"You’re my secret place, Dick,\" she whispered. \"You’re my…sanctuary.\"
\nShe felt him nod against her cheek, then pull back and take a deep breath as he\nlooked at her, his gaze piercing her eyes. \"You’ve always been mine, Barb.\" He\nshrugged, a matter-of-fact smile playing over his lips. \"I love you.\"
\nThe statement was true and simple. Barbara wanted to disregard it, discard it,\nbut knowing him, knowing the sincerity that was his soul, she had to accept it.\nAnd though she knew he wasn’t expecting a corresponding reply, she felt\ncompelled to respond. \"I love you, too.\"
\nAnd she knew it was as true.
\nDick’s mouth swarmed over her body, grasping, clutching, catching, seizing. He\ncaught her hands in his and raised them above her head, stretching her open to\nhim. His mouth enveloped her breast, then suddenly pulled away. Barb shivered as\nthe fervor of his mouth’s warm moisture chilled at the draft of his moving body.
\n\"Turn over,\" he rasped.
\nSlowly she rolled over at his command. Her breasts ached as they smashed against\nthe silken comforter and raising on her elbows, she reached a hand underneath\nher to continue stimulating her tender nipples. Twisting her neck around, she\nsaw Dick watching her, then he replaced her hand with his, abrading her wildly\naroused hard peaks, sending spasms of ecstasy through her chest. His hand\nlowered, lazily traveling down her ribcage, to her stomach, then around her\nwaist to her back. Gently he pressed down and Barb rested her head on folded\narms. His hand hovered above the small of her back, where a brand of lines and\nangles mapped the province of her wound.
\n\"Tell me what you can feel.\"
\nLooking around at him, her breath caught in her throat as she saw the pleading\nin his eyes. Barb bit her lip to keep from crying and nodded.
\nDick scooped her copper tresses to one side and starting at the nape of her\nneck, planted kisses along her backbone, searing his lips on her spine. Barbara\nflushed at the contact, fearful of the moment when his kiss wouldn’t be\nperceived by her flesh.
\nEach kiss was a scorching sensation, wrapping sheaths of fire around her spine,\nigniting her blood, sending her nerve-endings ablaze. Time stood still as she\nsavored each kindling of passion. She arched up as he descended down her body,\nthen curled in reverse, as if trying to redirect the line of fire down the slope\nand back towards her neck. There are twenty-six vertebrae in the human backbone,\nshe knew, and each one is glowing like a flaming torch.
\nThe sensation continued on and on until Barbara was sure Dick must have reached\nthe point where numbness would dampen the fire of his touch. Twisting around,\nBarb observed that Dick was sitting above her, shaking his head, his hand flat\non the scarred map on her tailbone. \"Why did you stop?\"
\n\"I stopped a long time ago.\"
\n\"But I can still feel you…\"
\nDick nodded, rotating her towards him, encircling her with his arms. He lifted\nher up and embraced her tightly, then bent her over and placed another row of\nkisses down her breastbone, lying her down on the soft pillows as he continued\nthe line down her torso. Raising up, he kissed her breasts, then suckled between\nthem, laving her cleavage as he brushed the pads of his fingers over and around\nher nipples. As he lifted up for better balance, Barbara could feel the hardness\nof his once-again-erect cock press against her stomach. Reaching down, she\ntenderly stroked his shaft, feeling the hot expulsion of his breath between her\nbreasts as he groaned.
\nGrabbing him by his ass-cheeks, she pulled him higher, rubbing his cock against\nher ribcage. Dick spread his legs around her torso, straddling her as he sucked\nher breast. Sliding her hand up and down the length of him, she watched in\ndelight as the muscles in his thighs pulsed and tightened, rippling moreso when\nshe leaned forward to fondle his throbbing balls.
\nDick slid forward, moving towards her mouth, but Barbara pressed a hand against\nhis chest, pushing him down again.
\n\"Wait. I have something in mind.\"
\nPositioning him over her, she lay the swollen, slick tip of his shaft at the\nbase of her cleavage, then, placing her hands on the side of her breasts,\nsqueezed them together, forming a hollow. Dick plunged through the tunnel\ncreated, his breath catching as she pressed tighter around his tumescence.
\nHis thrusts became harder and faster as his balls dragged back and forth on her\nbreastbone. Replacing her hands with her well-developed biceps to hold him tight\nin the swell of her breasts, she raked her fingers up his chest, tweaking his\nnipples, then ran her hands down the cords of his arms, reveling at the springy\ntension in his muscles.
\nShe could feel every ridge and indentation of his cock as it pounded against\nher. Their hearts beat as one, syncopated with the beat of his rhythmic\npulsations. Barb twisted and turned under his embrace as he pushed her arms\naside, pressing her breasts together with his own hands, abrading her nipples\nwith his thumbs as he continued driving his shaft through the chasm of her\nmounds.
\nCatching his eyes, her own brimmed over when she saw the strain of holding his\nrelease rising on his face. Calmly, Barbara placed her hands over his.
\nHe slowed down. \"Are you okay?\"
\n\"I want to see your cock in me.\"
\nBarb ran her fingers up his shaft again, took hold and pointed his cock astern.\nDick placed his hand over hers and squeezed them together. \"Are you sure?\"
\nBarbara nodded, her chest heaving in anticipation. Grabbing the hanging bar, she\npulled herself upright as Dick gently spread her legs apart, pushing her knees\noutwards. Wrapping his legs around her back, he placed the head of his throbbing\nrod on her moist folds, then, meeting her eyes, entered her.
\nCurling his head into her neck, he gasped loudly. \"You’re still so tight, Barb.\nYou feel so good.\" Pushing forward, Dick began to rock slowly, continuing to\nknead and nuzzle her breasts.
\nTentatively, Barb reached forward and placed one hand over his engorged cock as\nit pumped into her. The heat of his shaft burned her skin as his thrusts became\nmore rapid. Their eyes met again as Dick brushed his lips against hers, their\nwarm breath swirling in a tempest of desire.
\nBarb returned her eyes to the junction of their bodies, watching his cock\ndisappear in and out of her view. Her heart hammered thunderously with their\ncoupling, her body vibrating with rapture when he rammed into her. Her senses\ntook wing, climbing to a heightened plateau as she concentrated on this moment\nof bliss. She could hear the springs of the bed squeak in cadence with the wet\nslapping of their skin as they glided together, smell the scents of their sweat\nand sex rising through the air, feel the cool metal of the hanging bar chill the\npalm of one hand while his hot cock caused a scorching friction as it flew back\nand forth under her other hand. Her fingers wove through the red and black curls\nof their tangled pubic hair and she moaned as she felt the constriction of his\nbody against hers as Dick suddenly slowed down.
\n\"No,\" she cried, \"I want you to cum. Now. Please!\"
\nBarbara wrapped her hand tightly around his base as Dick thrust into her twice\nmore before shuddering with the discharge of his release. His cock bucked\nwildly, shooting its fiery seed across her belly.
\nBarbara felt the tremors of his orgasm vibrate through her fingers as she held\nhim tightly. A surge of warmth diffused across the nape of her neck and radiated\ndown her shoulders to her breasts as his cum gushed on her, spurting across her\nabdomen. She felt a pulsing in her throat, a buzzing in her ears as she watched\nhis climax.
\nFisting the sheets in his hands, he leaned forward, smearing the hot cum onto\nboth their stomachs as he caught her mouth in his, plunging his tongue between\nher lips.
\nSuddenly, a flash of heat shot over her chest, sending currents of pleasure\ncoursing through her blood, causing every nerve-ending to clutch and burst at\nthe same time. She felt as if she were in free-fall, dropping down through a\nblack chasm only to rise up again and again, gasping for oxygen, dizzy with the\nsensation. Her lips twitched under his kiss and she pushed him away, then\ngrabbed him back in confusion, tears streaming down her face as she held him\nclose. A torrent of abandon billowed in the pit of her stomach, rose across her\nbreasts, over her shoulders, up her neck and ears, flushing over her face. Her\neyelids fluttered as her head lifted, buoyed by the overwhelming emotions that\nsoared across her heart. Her ecstasy washed every thought of self-doubt and\nsolitude away with it.
\nAs Dick steadied his breathing, he placed his head against her cheek and could\nfeel her body quiver and pulse. He cradled her in his arms as she gasped,\nwrithing against him, pulling, pushing, like a fluttering bird captured in the\nlattice of his hands. He felt her tears on his shoulder and turned his face to\nhers, compassionate and concerned. But she wasn’t crying. Her body shook with\nlaughter, her tears a shower of glee.
\nWhen Barbara saw the saucer-eyed gawk on his face, she laughed deeper,\nremembering the sixteen year old boy asking the same question as the man before\nher was about to.
\nDick’s eyes reduced to a bemused gape. \"Did you just cum?\"
\nBarbara nodded. \"In my own way, yes.\"
\n\"Yes?\"
\n\"Yes!\" Again, she shouted in delight. \"Yes!\" She fell back against the pillows,\nstretching her arms above her like a contented cat. \"It was incredible! Across\nmy shoulders, my fingers tingling, my breasts, on fire! I mean,\" she glanced up\nat him mischievously, \"these below the waist things may be okay for some, but…\"\nHer look became more sober as she tenderly drew circles around his chest.\n\"They’re right, you know. It’s all in the mind. And thanks to you, I…\"
\nBending over, he licked her nipple with such a quick, raw touch, she gasped. His\ntongue spiraled around, then he ensnared it with his teeth and nursed it to\nhardness, forcing her bud to bloom once more before his nurturing artistry.\n\"Dick!\" she squealed, tangling her hands in his hair.
\nHe loitered for a moment more, then removed his mouth, laying his head across\nher breast. \"Didn’t want you to think you were losing your mind,\" he intoned\nmordantly. Raising his head, she could see the teasing glint in his eyes and she\ntugged at an errant cowlick.
\n\"Oh, I think I would be declared disgustingly sane right now.\" And as much a\nwoman as any double X-chromosomed being could be, she marveled to herself.
\nDick scooted up onto the pillows and pulled her back against him into a spoon\nposition. Wrapping his arms around her breasts, he buried his face into her\nneck, his warm breath blowing sweetly over her ear. His exhalations slowed\nperceptively as they cuddled together.
\nBarbara’s chest still heaved from their exertions. She remembered multiple\norgasms taking forever to subside and this was a similar feeling--the sustaining\nof the beat, the waning bites of the spasms.
\nWith a rumbling sigh, Dick’s hand slipped lower onto her stomach as he fell\nasleep against her.
\nWell, turnabout’s fair play, she mused. I turned a sixteen year old boy into a\nman, and that man made me a woman again. She pressed tightly into him, assuaged\nin the sanctuary of his arms. Only once before had she felt what she thought\nemotional fulfillment should be.
\nFinally, her eyes grew heavy and closed. In her dreams, she flew over the roofs\nof Gotham City, a red and green bird soaring evenly above her right shoulder.
\nBarbara awoke, the sheets cool against her skin as she reached out a hand only\nto find an empty space next to her in the rumpled bed. Raising on her elbows,\nshe hungrily inhaled the tantalizing aroma of bacon frying and hot coffee\nwafting from her percolator. She could forgive his desertion if the promise of a\nlarge, appetizing breakfast was delivered. But, oh, shit!, she realized.
\nFantasies of being served a tasty repast in bed were dashed as she confronted\nthe reality of her situation. Nature was calling to her and that meant she had\nto call to him.
\n\"Dick!\"
\n\"What is it, honey?\" Dangling a spatula, he rushed in, wearing an extra-large\npair of her sweat pants and a Gotham Knights T-shirt. He strode closer to kiss\nher but she pushed him back.
\n\"I have to…arrgh!\" She flailed her hands.
\nDick’s eyebrows knit in confusion. \"Sounds like?\"
\n\"Bathroom. I have to go to the bathroom and my chair’s not here. It’s in there.\"
\n\"Yes, and…?\" He could make her feel like an idiot, same as she was doing to him.
\n\"Could you please go get it?\"
\nBarb shoved herself into the nearest thing she could grab--a faded blue police\nshirt she lounged in on lazy days--as he rolled the wheelchair beside the bed.
\n\"Pancakes in ten minutes\" he said airily, kissing her soundly on the forehead,\nand pivoted back towards the kitchen.
\nBarbara wheeled herself to the bathroom and connected the elimination tube to\nrelieve her bladder. Too much to drink last night. Didn’t eat anything. She\nglanced at the Grayson Industries logo on the urine and bowel collection\nequipment as well as the bath-lift chair. Looking up, she caught Dick watching\nher from the kitchen. \"I didn’t like that when I could walk, I like it even less\nnow.\"
\n\"You get used to leaving the door open when you live alone. I know I’ve gotten\ncaught with my tights down a few times.\" He leaned against the doorjamb, taking\nin the scene. \"Just consider it in-the-field research. I’ve never seen the\nequipment in use. And I didn’t notice your…catheter stuff…last night.\"
\nBarb disconnected the tube and flushed the toilet, rapidly covering over the\nhole in the side of her stomach. \"I was lucky. It’s pretty unobtrusive.\"
\n\"Yeah.\" His look of wonder suddenly changed to alarm. \"I didn’t…hurt you last\nnight? I told you I didn’t realize…\"
\n\"No, I was fine.\" She was flushed with her lack of embarrassment in front of\nhim, almost wishing he didn’t make her feel as comfortable as he did, it made\nhim too perfect.
\nHis stare hadn’t wavered. \"Kinda like the cap to childproof an electric socket,\nhuh? Can you plug cable into that? Get ESPN2, maybe?\"
\n\"Get out.\" Okay, he wasn’t perfect.
\nAs she washed her hands, she couldn’t help thinking about his rumpled look and\ntousled hair--it was driving her to distraction. What had last night meant to\nhim? She knew what it meant to her. And what would the cold light of day mean to\nthem both?
\nDick stole the last piece of bacon off her plate. \"D’ya mind?\"
\n\"No,\" she said, waving him off. Barbara surveyed the mess of syrup-sticky\nplates, grapefruit rinds, orange juice glasses, and coffee cups strewn about the\ndining room table. \"You’re a growing boy.\"
\nDick unsubtley glanced down at his crotch. \"Growing is right. I thought only\nSuperman had the x-ray vision to see through the table.\"
\n\"Are you saying you ate too much?\" Barb chided. \"After all, I think there’s\nstill a lettuce leaf left in the fridge.\"
\n\"I’m saying I think we need to find a way to work off this divinely-prepared\nmeal.\" He reached across and took her chin in his hand, coming closer to her,\nbut Barbara pulled away from his touch.
\n\"Dick…\" she faltered. \"Last night was great, but…you know, our lives are pretty\ncomplicated…\"
\n\"Uh huh?\"
\n\"I’m telling you this because I don’t want you to feel…obligated.\"
\n\"Uh huh?\"
\n\"I mean, what happened last night, I’m grateful and, you were great, really!\"
\nDick canted back in his chair and crossed his arms behind his head. \"Babs! Are\nyou giving me the brush-off?\"
\n\"I’m just saying…\"
\n\"That I have an out if I want to take it? You’re letting me off the hook because\nyou think I’m not that interested in being with you? What, was the boy wonder\njust some boy-toy to you last night?\"
\n\"No! I’m trying to…I want you to understand…\"
\n\"‘Cause you could’ve just said you’d call me later and then I’d sit by the phone\nwaiting for a couple of years probably and then, maybe, I’d get the hint, huh?\"\nEyes slit obliquely, lips pursed, his look was inscrutable to her.
\nAn uncomfortable silence pervaded the apartment and Barb realized she’d made a\nbigger mess than the breakfast dishes.
\nThen Dick leaned forward and took her hands in his. \"You know I don’t trust that\nmany people.\" He laughed grimly at the understatement. \"I know you don’t,\neither. I thought you trusted me.\"
\n\"I do! I just thought…\" A familiar feeling of despair chilled her soul. \"I don’t\nknow what I thought.\"
\nHis mouth brushed against her cheek. \"What did I say about thinking?\" Sweeping\nover her face, his lips caressed her eyelids. \"I’ll do the thinking, \" he nodded\nat her. \"And I think we belong together.\" His kiss flooded her with warmth and\ncomfort, washing over her doubts, cleansing her misgivings.
\nHer eyes shone as he gently pulled away and smiled at her. \"I just hope you\nrealize what you’re getting yourself into.\"
\n\"Oh, I know too well!\" Barb started stacking the dishes as she counted the ways.\n\"Having to laugh at your bad jokes which you truly believe are funny, trying to\nhold a conversation with a guy who’s as sexist as they come, and you snore, you\nknow. Not to mention the way you leave all your clothing on the floor. You’re a\nfirst class slob and you always have been. And you’re always late because of\nsome crime-fighting activity or another because you’re such a Boy Scout…\"
\nDick caught her mouth in his again, swallowing her words with his kiss. She\ngiggled at his assault to silence her tirade as they reluctantly broke it off.\n\"I love you too, Barb.\"
\nHe bent to her again, with a deeper, more honest intent in his kiss when a\nresonate chiming startled them apart.
\nBarb fixed him with a glare. \"If you say you hear bells ring when we kiss, I’ll\nfind some way, however miraculous, to kick you.\"
\nAgain, the doorbell rang, a bit more persistently. Dick straightened up. \"I’ll\nget it.\"
\n\"Check the outside camera first, please.\"
\nDick strode over to the door just as a key was inserted and Jim Gordon, Gotham\nCity’s Commissioner of Police and Barb’s adopted father, walked in.
\nSurprised at each other’s presence, they stood motionless until Dick recovered\nhis senses first. \"Hello, sir.\"
\n\"Grayson?\"
\nA Starbucks sack holding two coffees sagged in his hand as Gordon eyed him up\nand down, taking in the sweat pants, the T-shirt and the bandage on his\nforehead. Dick grabbed the bag as it drooped. \"I’ll take that, sir.\"
\nGordon called over his shoulder. \"Barbara?\"
\nHer voice echoed too loudly for her own comfort as she yelled out. \"Come in,\nDad. I’m in the dining room.\"
\nMotioning for the older man to precede him, they made their way silently to join\nBarbara at the table. Dick set the bag down and smiled, then thought better and\nset his mouth in an innocent line.
\nGordon cleared his throat uneasily. \"Thought I’d bring the coffee to you, since\nyou hate those yuppie places, but I guess…\"
\n\"I’ve had enough, but please have some breakfast with us. Have you eaten?\" She\nwas sure her cheeks were the same color as her hair.
\n\"No, I’ll just pick up something at the station.\"
\n\"No trouble, sir.\" Dick fled back into the kitchen, stretching his mouth into a\ngrimace as he passed her.
\nGordon rocked back on his feet a moment before heading towards the bathroom.\n\"I’ll, uh, just…\" He mimed washing his hands as he limped away.
\nBarb laid her head down on her arms and groaned.
\nPassing down the hallway, Gordon observed the bed in the guestroom made so tight\nyou could bounce a quarter off it, then the rumpled sheets in Barbara’s room. A\npuddle of black and blue material spilled out of the laundry basket in the\nbathroom as he soaped up.
\nThree heaping stacks of low-calorie maple syrup decorated pancakes later, Gordon\npushed back his plate and smiled. After a delicious breakfast and two steaming\ncups of non-yuppie decaf coffee later, he was feeling more at ease, perhaps even\ngenerous, at stumbling into their lovenest, as he thought of it.
\n\"You sure you don’t want any more, Daddy\"
\nGordon patted his satisfied stomach. \"No, I have to be going. There was a\nbreak-in at the Revolutionary Art Museum and I want to check the scene one more\ntime before they let people in for the day.\"
\n\"Any clues to the purr-petrator?\" Dick asked innocently. He cringed as Barbara\npinched his arm.
\n\"We’ll figure it out, don’t worry.\" Gordon stood up, kissing his daughter on the\ncheek, and with a nod of his head, indicated Dick should follow. \"Walk me out,\nson.\"
\nAt the doorway, Dick helped him into his coat as Gordon prepared to leave. \"Do I\nhear you’re living in Blüdhaven?\"
\n\"Yes sir, but I’m up here in Gotham all the time. Grayson Industries has become\na real growing concern.\"
\nGordon glanced around, acknowledging he knew he was surrounded by equipment\nbearing the acrobat logo. \"It certainly has an active R & D department.\" A smile\ncrinkled his mouth.
\n\"You’ve really helped out my daughter, Dick. In more ways than I’m sure I know.\"\nHis eyes rolled nonchalantly to look at something that wasn’t there. \"I don’t\nthink I’ve ever thanked you properly.\" He placed a hand on the younger man’s\nshoulder and squeezed a little too tightly. Then, releasing him, Gordon casually\ntook out and checked the gun slung under the left side of his coat. \"I’m sure\nyou’ve heard how fathers feel about daughters, eh? They’re very important to\nus.\" His smile broadened as he nonchalantly re-holstered the gun.
\n\"She’s important to me, too, sir. I always want to do right by her.\"
\n\"Good, good. And Dick,\" Gordon opened the door partway. \"I’ve known you since\nyou were a snot-nosed kid in short pants. Why don’t you call me Jim?\"
\n\"Uh, sure,\" Dick smiled at the gesture. \"Jim.\"
\n\"See you around.\" Gordon closed the door behind him, chuckling softly as Dick\nturned back to join Barbara, wiping away a sheen of sweat on his forehead.
\nBarb cleaned the last dish and stuck it in the dishwasher as Dick walked into\nthe kitchen.
\n\"You came back? I thought for sure I’d see your very cute ass hightailing it\nsouth after a grilling from the master interrogator.\"
\n\"Nah,\" Dick intoned casually. \"Your Dad and I are old buds. We understand each\nother.\" He bent over, rubbing her nose with his. \"He understands I love you and\nI understand that I’ll never be able to show my very cute ass in Gotham again if\nI ever do you wrong.\"
\n\"Yup, that’s my Dad.\"
\nDick nibbled on her neck, biting her ear. \"So what do you want to do now? I’m up\nfor anything except the crime-fighting gig today.\"
\nWell…\" An impish smile played across Barbara’s face. \"There’s this exhibit I’m\ninterested in seeing. Erotic Toyland at the Revolutionaire Art Museum? I hear\nit’s the cat’s meow…\"
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\nEPILOGUE: Having your snack-cake and…
\n{This bit of fluff was inspired by and is dedicated to a Bird with a similar\nconfectionery attraction. Thank ‘E. Like the pastry it refers to, this story has\nabsolutely no redeeming value whatsoever and one serving exceeds the daily\nrecommended calorie allowance for fun.}
\n--
\n\"Don’t move.\"
\n\"That isn’t a particularly politically correct thing to say to a paraplegic.\"
\n\"Just keep your eyes closed and DON’T move.\"
\nBefore he’d draped a scarf over her eyes, Barbara Gordon had glimpsed Dick\nGrayson coming into her bedroom from the kitchen with two bowls and a spatula.\nNow she snuggled back into the bed’s soft satin pillows, struggling to identify\nthe aroma that wafted so enticingly near her nose. Lime? No, not as pungent.\nPapaya? Again, no, not as sweet. Definitely something tropical. Well aware of\nthe obsessive and stubborn nature of the naked young man who straddled her\nwaist, she opined it was better to let him proceed without interruption than\nrisk any more frustration than her current state of being blinded by a silk\nscarf and bound to the bedposts with two similar ties.
\nShe heard the scrape of the rubber spatula against one of the Tupperware bowls,\nthen jerked suddenly when a cold, gelatinous substance was dropped onto both her\ntits. Biting her lip to swallow her discomfort, she shuddered with the chill of\nanticipation as well as with whatever Dick was now swirling in circles over her\nnipples, whipping them into rock-hard peaks.
\n\"There is some precedent for this,\" he murmured. \"It’s a well-known fact that\nthe champagne glass was modeled on the size and shape of Marie Antoinette’s\nbosom.\"
\nBarbara squirmed under his touch. The soft, pliant edge of the spatula now\nmassaged the curves of her high, full breasts and she felt them swell and sway,\ntingling from base to tip. \"I love it when you talk history.\"
\n\"And the first person who figured out a way to determine the ripeness of melons\nmust have been a man.\" He slathered her breasts with the creamy emulsion and\nBarbara shivered again, but it was a shiver now blended with the hot flush of\narousal. \"So I can only imagine the inspiration for the creator of this.\"
\nFor balance, his free hand was splayed over her stomach and his fingertips\nfluttered over the ticklish area around her ribcage. Barbara suppressed a laugh\nand, using the binding scarves, tried to pull herself higher.
\n\"DON’T MOVE! I’m going for perfection here.\" He made a final revolution around\nboth spheres with the spatula, then dropped it into the bowl. \"Which is not hard\nwhen you’re dealing with perfection in the first place.\" She heard the popping\nsound of Dick sucking the last glob of batter off his finger, then felt his lips\non hers and savored a sugary sweetness that was a subtle combination of his own\nhoney-wine taste and whatever confectionery mawk he’d glazed over her body. His\ntongue imitated the action of the spatula, encircling her lips with a syrupy\ndrizzle, then cutting deeper to slice into her mouth, folding around her own\ntongue with all the skill of a master pastry chef.
\n\"Can I open my eyes now?\" Barbara strained upwards to catch another taste as he\ndrew away, but Dick pressed her shoulders back firmly.
\n\"Not yet, Babs. I have to put on the final topping.\"
\nShe heard the bowl being put down on the floor and the other, smaller, bowl\nbeing picked up in its place. Then a particle-encrusted finger was pressed to\nher lips. She opened her mouth willingly and curled her tongue around the tip,\ngliding it sensuously down the soft skin to catch the crumbs stuck to its\nmoistness. <Coconut!> Finally she recognized the tropical aroma that pervaded\nthe room! As she munched lightly on the granules and swallowed, Dick sprinkled\nthe flakes of nutmeat over her breasts, coating them completely, patting the\ncrunchy layer into place with all the finesse of Julia Child.
\n\"Okay. You can open your eyes.\" Deftly, he slid away the silk covering.
\n\"Omigod!\" Barbara tilted her head back and laughed. \"They’re Sno-Balls!\"
\nTruly, her bosom’s pert globes now resembled a two-pack of the round, solid orbs\nof pink marshmallow and coconut-covered cake Hostess distributed with pride.
\nSmiling at her delight, Dick removed the scarves that kept her arms straight\naway from her body and surveyed his work. \"You’d better appreciate this. You\ndon’t know what a hell of a time I had finding all the ingredients in the Cave.\nBruce eyed me for three days without comment as I struggled to mix the right\namount of high fructose syrups and wheat glutens for the perfect combination of\ndensity plus elasticity.\" He cupped his hands around the 36C-sized mounds of\nmarshmallow to check the outcome, causing her to chuckle at his scientific\nseriousness.
\n\"And I had to ask Alfred for the pink food coloring.\" The former Boy Wonder\nimitated his faithful attendant, articulating the impeccable Pennyworth accent\nto perfection. \"’But for what purpose, Master Dick?’\" He skimmed a hand over her\nstomach as he continued his tale. \"You know his impression of my culinary\nskills. 40 seconds at high.\"
\nBarbara wriggled at his touch. \"What did you tell him?\"
\n\"That it was an idea for some interesting foreplay before I fucked the\nCommissioner’s daughter.\"
\nShe gasped as his fingers traced paths up and down the sides of her curvaceous\ntorso, teasing just far away from her breasts to cause a raw tightening in her\nchest. \"Oh…\"
\nScooting lower down on her body, he bent over and circled his tongue inside her\nnavel. Whorls of heat billowed over her skin. \"You know, Babs, I must admit\ntruthfully, the one thing I miss in our sex life is eating you.\" His tongue\ntraveled higher, washing up her smooth skin with cat-like efficiency, stopping\njust short of her breastbone. \"And you know what Marie Antoinette said…\" He blew\nlightly up her cleavage, sending a chill up her milk-white neck. \"Let them eat\nsnack-cakes...\"
\nHis laughter was muffled as his mouth sprinkled cream-sweet kisses from her\nstomach to her ribs and back again. His lips swept back and forth, teasing her,\ntaunting her, caressing the soft sensitive hollow just below her breasts.
\nBarbara kneaded her fingers over his back and shoulders, urging him closer.
\n\"This may be one of the few times you WANT me to play with my food.\"
\n\"Please…\" she moaned. \"Dick…\"
\n\"Hard to tell where the creamy confection ends and the Sno-Ball begins.\" He\nraised himself up to gaze into her glistening eyes. \"Then there’s the matter of\nwhere to begin.\" He cupped his hands again over the firm-but-springy sweet shell\ncovering her firm-but-springy breasts and curled back over her.
\n\"Some think you should begin at the side.\" He bit lightly at the round swell of\nher bosom, encircling its perimeter with nips and nibbles, rhythmically munching\nat the circumference with his lips. Barbara groaned at the surges that throbbed\nin her nerve-endings, her pulse beating loudly in her ears.
\nHer back arched as he lightly flicked his tongue over one marshmallow covered\nnipple. \"There’re others who would start by licking off the topping.\"\nDelicately, he lapped at the coconut crumbs, creating a well through which to\nsuckle on her pebbly hardness, stroking and laving her own pink-tipped\ncreaminess. Languidly, he switched to her other breast and repeated his action,\nsending a rush of syrupy heat through her veins.
\nBarbara ran her hands through his blue-black hair and pressed him tighter to her\nas he chomped on her fluff-coated tit. She heard the marshmallow compote squish\nonto his cheeks and he raised up with a muffled snort.
\n\"Babs!\"
\nOpening enraptured eyes, she giggled at the sight of his face splotched with\npink globs of goo. \"Sorry.\"
\nHe held a stern finger up in warning. \"How would you explain to the police that\nyou asphyxiated your boyfriend with a snack cake?\"
\n\"Let’s prevent any occurrence of that right now.\" Rising up towards him, she\neagerly gobbled up the spongy mixture, then kissed him fiercely, their tongues\nswirling in an ambrosial nectar.
\nGasping, Dick pulled back and shook his head in amazement at her passion.
\nShe smiled like a Cheshire cat. \"Much better to die with my tongue in your\nmouth.\"
\n\"I’m too young to die,\" he countered. \"And besides,\" his eyes flickered\ndevilishly. \"I haven’t finished my last meal yet.\"
\nCoiling back to his original position, Dick gazed at her heaving chest with\nlingering delight. \"For there are those...\" he whispered, trailing his tongue\nfrom her waist up to her sweat-sprinkled cleavage. \"And I might be one of\nthem....\" His tongue traveled higher, savoring her silken neck as Barbara\nwrithed under his touch. \"Who might swallow it whole!\" He dove into her,\nencompassing one lush, succulent breast with his entire mouth. Sucking,\ndevouring, gorging, Dick feasted from one frosted globe to the other as she\ntwisted and contorted in bliss at his gluttonous actions.
\nHer nipples ached with a sugary buzz as his mouth tugged at the stiffened nubs,\npinching them lightly with his teeth, kneading them between his lips. His tongue\nspiraled around her rose-tipped tits faster and faster, rougher and rougher as\nthe Sno-Ball concoction melted away. They bubbled and burned at his touch. His\nhands caressed the sides of her breasts, lingering over the sensitive skin,\ncausing the crimson-haired woman to involuntarily undulate her body back and\nforth in rapture.
\nAs he rose up momentarily to catch his breath, Dick’s engorged cock thrummed\nagainst her stomach and Barbara smiled. Reaching to him, she stroked his thick,\nstiff member decisively, causing him to groan for relief. A mischievous look\ncrossed her face and she grabbed him by the ass-cheeks, hoisting him higher onto\nher chest.
\nShe placed the slick swollen tip of his cock in the hollow of her cleavage, then\nsqueezed her breasts around it. Dick rammed forward through the confectionery\ntunnel, coating his shaft with the now gloppy amalgam. Grunting with the effort,\nhis sticky-sweet palms rubbed over her nipples with a similar rhythmic frenzied\nmotion as he heaved back and forth furiously, eager for a quick release.
\nThe red-flushed helmet of his cock mixed with the pink of the marshmallow as\nBarbara watched his orgasm approaching rapidly. Her breasts held him tightly as\nhe thrust harder and she lowered one hand to caress his ballsack as it dragged\nback and forth over her ribcage. Dick brought his own hands up to trap her\nbreasts around his shaft, allowing her to move her other hand over to his\n‘taint--that sensitive spot just behind the base of his scrotum--and press it\ngently. Then she slid her hand further back, and, with the lubrication of\nmarshmallow fluff permitting ease of entry, inserted her middle finger into his\nasshole.
\n\"Aah…Barb…\" he groaned. \"I’m going to cum.\"
\nA surge of warmth diffused across the nape of her neck and radiated down her\nshoulders to her breasts as his cock bucked wildly. She felt a pulsing in her\nthroat, a buzzing in her ears as she watched his thick, gooey seed spurt over\nher breasts, joining the sweet confection already there and, in her own way,\njoined him in climax.
\nRaising a nipple to her mouth, Barbara lapped at the remains of the cum-infused\nSno-Ball. Dipping a finger in his ejaculate, she slid it into her mouth, licking\nit like a cake-mixer’s beater. Her eyes glowed with an impish glint. \"Holy Cream\nFilling, Boy Wonder.\"
\nTHE END
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