Her breathing slowed as she absorbed every detail of the dangerous men. Five inmates, three knives, and one handgun. Her eyes locked onto the one with the gun, his hand trembling slightly as aimed it at the hostages. Batgirl's fingers pulled a batarang from her belt as she eyed the gunman. Then, she struck. With a swift, practiced motion, she burst through the doors, the batarang flying in a sharp arc. The batarang sliced through the air, embedding itself into the hand holding the gun. He yelped, the gun clattering to the floor as Batgirl sprang into action. She threw the smoke bomb at the ground and a thick cloud of smoke burst through the room. With skills honed over a decade of crime fighting, she disarmed the other inmates, her fists and feet a blur as she took them down one by one. "Get out, now!" she barked at the chefs, who scrambled towards the door. All except Richard, whose eyes remained fixed on her as he stood at the edge of the smoke cloud, captivated by her ferocity and grace. For a moment, he forgot the danger, his fear overshadowed by awe. Batgirl's gaze met Richard's, and for a fleeting moment, her resolve wavered. His eyes, wide with a mix of fear and admiration, stirred something deep within her, a flicker of need that she couldn't ignore. It was a dangerous lapse, a momentary blindness to the chaos around her. Before she could reclaim her focus, a hand grasped her shoulder, spinning her around. One of the inmates she thought she put down had found her through the smoke and swung a wild punch aimed at her jaw. Batgirl's training kicked in, and she ducked just in time, the fist whizzing past her ear.
As she dodged the punch, Batgirl's balance wavered for a split second, just enough time for two other inmates to grab her arms from behind. Their grip was like a vice, pulling her back and immobilizing her. She struggled to free herself, fighting to find leverage. The smoke began to dissipate and the third inmate, a burly man with a twisted grin, stepped towards them with wild eyes.
The burly inmate sneered, his breath hot against Batgirl's face as he leaned forward to stare her in the eyes. "I'm taking your mask off, cunt. Then, youre going to get us out of here or I'll tell everyone who the fuck you really are." His meaty hand reached up, fingers brushing against the edge of her cowl. Batgirl struggled against the inmates holding her, their grip tightening in determination. Not good not good she thought, panicking as she saw his hand reach up. Just as the inmate's fingers grabbed one of her bat-ears, she saw movement behind the criminal. Richard had grabbed a frying pan from the kitchen and swung it with all his might, connecting squarely with the back of the inmate's head. The man crumpled to the ground, unconscious, and the other inmates loosened their grip in surprise.
With a swift, practiced motion, Batgirl twisted her body, using the inmates' grip against them. She delivered a sharp elbow strike to the ribs of the one on her left, causing him to release his hold with a grunt. As he doubled over, she spun around, her leg sweeping out in a powerful arc that knocked the other inmate off balance. The man stumbled backward, crashing into a table as Batgirl regained her footing.
The third inmate picked the gun off the floor and grabbed Richard's shirt, using him as a human sheild. Batgirl's heart pounded in her chest as the last inmate jammed the gun against Richard's temple. She froze, her eyes locked onto the terrified gaze of the man she had loved. The inmate's voice was a shaky snarl, "Take off the mask, or he dies!" Batgirl's mind raced, her training screaming at her to stay calm, to find an opening, but her fear for Richard clouded her focus. She could feel the weight of her cowl, the secret it kept, and the peril it posed if revealed.
She hesitated, the weight of her secret pressing heavily against her resolve. Richard's terrified eyes met hers, and for a moment, the world narrowed to the two of them, the gun, and the choice which wasn't a choice at all. "All right, I'll get you out of here. No need to hurt him or see my face."
"Nah, fuck that" he snarled back. "No way you don't take me down the second you get a chance. But everybody knows that the bats don't kill, so if I see your face you have to do what I say otherwise eventually I'll be able to tell everyone." He then pulled back the hammer, his eyes darting back and forth between Batgirl and the front doors. "Hurry up, bitch. You know as well as I do the cops around here have twitchy trigger fingers."
She had pulled a batarang from her belt, her movements hidden by her cape, but she knew there was no chance she could hit his trigger hand before he pulled the trigger. She held up her free hand, as if to surrender. "Okay, don't do it... I'll take it off. Just don't hurt him." She reached for her mask, grabbing it and emotionally preparing herself to reveal her face to her former lover and an escaped lunatic.
But before she could make a move, Richard's fear turned to determination. This woman had fearlessly risked her life to save his, and he would be damned if he let this piece of shit get away with this. With a swift, desperate motion, he ducked his head while jabbing the gunman in the stomach with his elbow. Batgirl didn't hesitate, her training taking over as the batarang flew out of her hand and severed the man's trigger finger. He howled and pain as the gun that clattered to the ground, Richard taking the opportunity to lunge away from him.
She lunged forward with a ferocity that belied her size, her fist clenched tightly as she aimed for the man's jaw. The punch connected with a sickening crunch, the sound echoing through the tense silence of the room. His head snapped to the side, blood flying from his mouth as he staggered backward, clearly dazed. Batgirl didn't hesitate, following up with a swift kick to his midsection that sent him crashing to the floor.
After confirming the inmate was down for count, her head swiveled towards Richard, making sure he was all right. She opened her mouth to say something to him, but realized she couldn't think of anything. Before she could figure it out, she heard the police breaching the front doors. She swiftly grabbed Richard by the arm, her grip firm but insistent. "Come on," she whispered urgently, pulling him toward the back door. They hurried through the kitchen as the police started screaming orders at the incapacitated inmates.
They burst through the back door, her grappling hook firing at the rooftop above. She grabbed Richard and pulled the trigger, the taut cable pulled them upward. Landing gracefully on the rooftop, Batgirl released the hook, her cape fluttering behind her as she let him go. Richard steadied himself, the weight of what had just transpired finally sinking in. "Holy shit, holy shit," he muttered, his voice barely audible over the distant sirens.
Batgirl resisted the urge to comfort him as she readied her grappling hook. "I know its a lot, but take a second to catch your breath. But hurry, we're not safe yet." She glanced around, ensuring that the police weren't aren't on their way to the roof. They'll figure out quick that a vigilante took care of business downstairs and will search every inch of the building to carry out the arrest warrants the Gotham of vigilantes. Sure enough, she could hear boots on the fire escape. Batgirl reached out and grabbed Richard, her grip firm as she activated her grappling hook once more. The cable shot out, whizzing through the night air as they swung over the Gotham skyline, the wind whipping through their hair. They soared across rooftops, the city lights twinkling below, before landing gracefully on a quieter rooftop a block away. Richard stumbled slightly, catching his breath, while Batgirl remained steady, her eyes scanning the surroundings.
"Why did you bring me with you?" Richard asked, his voice tinged with both gratitude and confusion. "Why not leave me for the police?"
Batgirl's gaze lingered on Richard for a moment before she turned away, her voice low and steady. "I wanted to make sure you were safe. The police... they're not always reliable, and I couldn't risk anything happening to you after what you did." She paused, the cape fluttering slightly in the breeze. "You saved me back there. If you hadn't acted when you did..." She let the sentence hang, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the air. Her eyes met his briefly, a flicker of vulnerability behind the mask before she looked away, realizing that maintaining eye contact was stirring things in her best left alone.
As the city lights flickered below, the silence between them grew thick, a palpable force that neither seemed to know how to break. Richard's eyes absorbing every detail of the caped crusader, his fear from the restaurant giving way to fascination. Batgirl, sensing his gaze, felt a warmth rise to her cheeks, a sensation that blossomed throughout her body. I miss you so damn much she fully realized, wishing she could push through the past and all secrets and embrace him.
She turned away, her cape fluttering in the breeze, but not before catching the way he was looking at her. "I should be going..." she began, wanting to say more but knowing she should be looking for Robin.
Richard grinned at her. "I guess this isn't one of those situations where I can buy you a coffee, or dinner..." He stepped towards her, deciding to shoot his shot. "... or maybe a back rub?"
She stood there, there, shocked at his boldness, subtle as it was. Shocked... and suddenly very aroused. Her eyes unintentionally traveling down his body and resting on his crotch. Memories of his thick cock flooded her and she immediately felt dampness spreading in her underwear. It had been so long since she had a proper fucking and her body was now aching for it. Batgirl's silence was a struggle, torn between what she should do.... and what she needed to do.
Batgirl's voice cut through the silence, her tone steady yet tinged with intent she couldn't hide. "Do you have a girlfriend?" she asked, the question hanging in the air. Richard's eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden inquiry.
He shifted his weight, the gravel crunching beneath his boots, before answering, "No, I don't." His voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if the question had uncovered something he hadn't considered in a long time. Batgirl nodded, the movement almost imperceptible. The revelation hung between them, a silent understanding that neither dared to acknowledge.
She turned to leave, the weight of the moment pressing against her resolve, but before she could take a step, Richard's hand grasped her arm, his touch igniting a spark she couldn't ignore. She felt a surge of tension as he turned her around, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. Without a word, she threw her arms around his shoulders, the cape fluttering behind her as she felt his hands grab her hips and pull her close. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, the world around them melting away. The dampness between her legs intensified, now heightened by the forbidden intimacy of the moment.
The kiss deepened, their lips dancing with each other as the world around them faded into obscurity. Batgirl felt a rush of adrenaline mixed with desire as Richard's hands tightened around her waist, pulling her closer. His erection pressed firmly against her thigh, the heat radiating off of it clearly felt through her uniform. She couldn't believe how natural it felt, how right, despite the danger it posed to her secret identity. It might feel right, but this is wrong. He broke up with me, I shouldn't be doing this. She didn't stop though, couldn't stop. She had done her best to suppress her feelings about the breakup but now she realized how much she wanted him, how she should have found a way to make it work.
Richard too, was lost in the moment, his mind a blur of surprise and longing. He had never imagined that saving her would lead to this, that the masked vigilante would melt into his arms so willingly. He couldn't explain the spark between them but had recognized it immediately.
As Richard's hands explored her body, the boundaries between hero and civilian blurred, leaving only the raw, undeniable attraction that was bursting from beneath the surface. His fingers traced the curves of her breasts, the touch sending shivers through her. She felt a surge of desire as he squeezed gently, his palms grazing her nipples through the fabric, igniting a fire she had long suppressed. His other hand ventured lower, cupping her ass with a firmness that left her breathless, the pressure a stark reminder of the passion she had denied herself for so long. He's so bold she thought, as his hands fanned the flames of her desire. How far am I going to let this go? She reached down, her yellow glove finding his erection and giving it a squeeze through his pants, making him groan as he kissed her. Fuck it she thought, fully surrendering to desire. I need every inch of him.
She broke away from the kiss, a sly smile playing on her lips as she met Richard's gaze. I can be bold too. Without a word, she sank to her knees, kneeling in front of him. Her gloved hands moved deftly, unbuckling his pants with a practiced ease that belied the inner argument her mind was having with her heart. She unzipped him and pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing free and bouncing in her face. Richard's breath hitched, his eyes wide with a mix of surprise and desire. She looked up at him as her fingers wrapped around him, her touch firm yet gentle. His head rolled back in pleasure as she started to stroke him, the leather of her gloves sliding up and down his rigid cock.
She gazed at his erection, her gloved hands stroking it with a practiced rhythm. She let him slide out of her mouth as she looked up and made eye contact. "You have a really nice cock" she murmured, her voice low and husky. Richard's eyes were glued to her, still unable to believe the Batgirl had just whipped his dick out. Batgirl leaned forward, her lips parting to envelop him again. The cool night air was forgotten as her warm mouth closed around his shaft, her tongue a velvety cushion that welcomed him and left him breathless.
Richard's mind raced as he stood there, the disbelief evident on his face. He hadn't been with anyone since his breakup with Barbara, and the sudden intensity of the moment was overwhelming him. Batgirl's skilled mouth moved with a precision that left him breathless, her gloved hands adding a toe-curling friction. .
Richard let the blowjob go on as long as he could before wanting to move on to the next step. He gently pulls it out of her mouth, a line of drool connecting between his dick and her lips. He helps her to her feet, his hands steadying her as she rises. Without a word, he guides her to the ledge of the building, the cool night air brushing against them. He finds the waistband of her pants under her belt and grabs it with both hands. He pulls her pants down around her knees, followed swiftly by her yellow panties, exposing her finely trimmed pussy. Batgirl feels a mix of vulnerability and desire as she sits on the ledge, her legs spreading instinctively for him. Richard's eyes are filled with lust as he takes in the sight before him.
As Richard knelt before her, the cool night air whispered against her wet pussy, heightening the anticipation. His thumbs gently parted her lips, revealing her excited clit. Batgirl felt a shiver run down her spine as his tongue made contact, the warmth of his breath a stark contrast to the chill of the night. His tongue danced across her clit, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through her body. She leaned back slightly, her hands gripping the edge of the ledge for support, as the world around her melted away. She let go of the edge and ran her gloved fingers through his hair, urging him deeper. The risk of being so high up, the city sprawling below, only heightened the excitement. She glanced over the edge, the ground far, far beneath them, and felt a shiver run through her. The thrill of being exposed, yet hidden, was exhilarating. No one would see them up here, but the possibility, however slight, added an edge to the moment.
For a few moments, she let her hands rest in his hair, the connection between them almost Electric. Then, with a soft murmur, she whispered, "I need you inside me." The words hung in the air, charged with desire, as she cupped his face and helped him rise to his feet. Richard's eyes met hers, the intensity of the moment evident on each other's faces.
Richard rose to his feet, his hands stroking his wet hard cock. He leaned in, his lips brushing against the base of her throat, sending a shiver coursing through her body. His hands rested on her hips, guiding himself closer as he positioned himself between her parted legs. The cool night air danced around them, but all that mattered was the heat building between their bodies. She felt the tip of his dick part her pussy lips, teasingly sliding up and down her soaking wet slit. His hands on her hips tightened as he slowly pushed in, her eyes closing and mouth dropping open as she felt him apart her insides, inch by inch.
Richard finally pushed every last bit of his dick into her, holding it in place as he felt her body react to his penetration. Batgirl's breath caught in her throat, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust. She moaned softly, her voice barely audible over the distant hum of the city. "Your cock is so big," she whispered, her words laced with a mix of awe and desire. "It feels so fucking good." Her gloved hands tightened around his waist, pulling him deeper as she arched her back, the cape fluttering behind her like a shadow. The night air carried the faintest whisper of her moans, a sound that blended with the city's symphony, creating a moment that felt both intimate and exhilarating.
Richard's breath came in ragged gasps as he drove in and out of her, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive intensity. "You're so tight," he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. "Like a glove around me, squeezing every inch."
His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt a surge of pleasure at the raw honesty of his praise. "I won't be tight like this for much longer if you keep pushing that fat cock in and out of me" her husky voice said, her ears scarcely believing she said such a thing.
He leaned back slightly, his eyes never leaving hers, and reached for the bottom of her top. Her eyes traveled down, momentarily concerned that he might recognize her tits but didn't stop him. She wanted to feel the night air on her nipples, wanted to watch him look at her nude body. He pulled her top up and over her breasts, the exhilaration of being exposed before her lover and the surrounding buildings caused her cunt to grip his dick as it slid in and out of him her, her muscles contracting to reward him for turning her on. His hands gripped her tits and rolled her nipples between his fingers, sending electric pleasure shock waves through the masked vigilante.
Batgirl's voice cut through the night air, husky with desire. "Turn me around," she commanded, her tone firm yet laced with a pleading undertone. Richard's eyes locked onto hers, the intensity burning brighter as he nodded silently. He stepped back, allowing her to shift her position. As she turned he moved her cape out of the way, revealing an ass being prodded towards him. She bent slightly at the waist, her hands gripping the ledge for support, her body arched in invitation. "Fuck me harder," she urged, her breath catching as Richard positioned himself behind her.
Richard thrust into her all at once and without warning, filling her tight cunt with his cock meat all at once with unrelenting force, his hips driving forward with a power that made her gasp. The impact sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body, her hands gripping the ledge tightly as she cried out, the sound echoing into the night.
The city lights blurred around them, the world narrowing to the intense sensation of their bodies moving in perfect, fierce rhythm. Richard's hands held her hips firmly, pulling her back to meet each thrust with equal intensity. Richard grabbed her ass cheeks with each hand and pulled them apart, staring at her asshole as each thrust hit her with an unrelenting force. Batgirl felt the cool night air caress her bouncing breasts, her nipples hardened against the chill. She gazed out across the Gotham skyline as he jammered her pussy, the city lights twinkling like distant stars. The rhythmic impact of their bodies echoed through the night, a primal symphony that mingled with the hum of the city below. With each powerful thrust, she felt herself being drawn deeper into the moment, the feeling of his cock slapping in and out of her erasing everything else in her brain.
As Richard fucked her bareback, his breath hot against her skin as he asked, "Are you on birth control?"
Batgirl's heart pounded in her chest, the city lights blurring as she turned her head back to meet his gaze. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire, "but I'll get the morning-after pill tomorrow. I just... I need you to fill me, to feel it go off inside me." Richard's eyes searched hers, a flicker of concern battling the intense lust that drove him. Then, with a groan, he surrendered to their shared craving, his thrusts deepening as he gave in to the primal urge to claim her.
As Richard's hands cupped her breasts from behind, his fingers squeezing her naked breasts and gently pulling her nipples, Batgirl felt a surge of pleasure mixed with the raw intensity of the moment. His thrusts grew more urgent, his breath ragged against her ear as he groaned, "Get ready, I'm going to cum." Batgirl's own orgasm was building, a tidal wave of sensation cresting within her.
She felt his cockhead twitch inside her before it started to shoot hot semen deep inside her, immediately triggering her own orgasm. She bites her bottom lip and reached behind her to grip his ass as he filled her, soon letting loose a scream of pleasure as her orgasm rolled through her.
His toes curled in his shoes as he feels her pussy milk the last few drops out of him. She moaned as the orgasm started to recede, her body trembling as the warmth spread through her, her ovaries soaking in his seed. She gripped Richard's ass tightly, pulling him deeper, ensuring every last drop filled her. The city lights blurred around them as they both rode the wave of their shared ecstasy, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. I can't believe I just fucked my ex on a rooftop with the mask on.
As the last embers of pleasure faded, Richard's arms wrapped tightly around her, pulling her close. She turned her head, their lips meeting in a passionate, lingering kiss, their tongues exploring each others mouths. Batgirl felt a deep pang in her chest, a mix of longing and love she hadn't acknowledged in so long. She missed him, truly missed him, and the realization hit her like a storm. Yet, she said nothing, not knowing how he'd react after this. She turned and a feeling of sadness shot through her as his softening cock slipped out of her. She turned to him, her gloved hands rose, gently cradling his face as she deepened the kiss, her heart pounding against his.
As their lips parted, the cool night air filled the space between them, carrying with it the weight of what they just did. Batgirl's smile was soft, yet tinged with a quiet unease, her eyes reflecting the turmoil beneath. She wondered, in that fleeting moment, if this was more than just a passionate encounter—if it was Richard's way of letting go, of moving on from the life they shared together. The thought stung, a sharp pang in her chest, but she pushed it aside, her fingers brushing against his jawline.
As they stood there, catching their breath, Batgirl looked at Richard with a soft smile. "That felt amazing," she said, her voice still tinged with the warmth of their encounter. "Thank you... for saving me earlier."
Richard chuckled, his hands still gently resting on her hips. "Just returning the favor," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "You saved me first, remember? I couldn't just stand by and let anything happen to you." Batgirl's heart swelled at his words, a mix of gratitude and affection swirling inside her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss, her hands on his chest.
As the warmth of their shared moment began to fade, Batgirl stepped back and grinned at Richard, slowly pulling her top back down, the fabric brushing against her sensitive skin as she covered her breasts. She then reached for her pants, the cool night air lingering on her thighs as she pulled them back up, the hug of her pants a stark reminder of the world she had momentarily escaped. Richard watched her, his expression a mix of adoration and unspoken words, the connection between them still palpable. I need to get back out there and find Robin. The city below seemed to hum in agreement, a distant reminder of the duties that awaited her.
She saw him start to pull his pants up and her yellow gloved hand reached down, her fingers wrapped around him with a playful firmness, giving a gentle squeeze that drew a low chuckle from Richard. "You're something else, you know that?" he murmured, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he zipped up, the sound breaking the lingering silence. Batgirl smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes, but it softened as he stepped closer, his voice tinged with a seriousness that made her heart skip a beat. "Will I ever see you again?" he asked, his fingers brushing against her jaw, the touch sending a shiver through her soul.
As she stood there, the weight of her secret pressing against her resolve, Batgirl felt the familiar tug of guilt and desire. Richard's question hung in the air, heavy with unspoken possibilities. She knew she should walk away, leave this moment as a fleeting indulgence, but the thought of never feeling his touch again was unbearable. Her mind raced, a battle between duty and longing, but her heart betrayed her resolve. "Yes," she whispered, the word escaping like a confession. "You'll see me again." Richard's eyes lit up, a mixture of relief and anticipation, and he pulled her close, his lips brushing against her throat. She let loose a happy sigh and wished the moment could last longer.
Batgirl pulled away with a playful smile. "Next time," she said, her voice still heavy with the pleasure of their encounter, "maybe we'll do this on a bed."
Richard chuckled, grabbing her gloved hands. "The rooftop was fun," he replied, his voice low and smooth. "Why change what works?" Batgirl's heart beamed at his words, a mix of gratitude and affection swirling inside her. She leaned in, her lips brushing against his in a tender kiss, the connection between them still strong. The city below seemed to hum in agreement, a distant reminder of the duties that awaited her.
As their lips parted, Richard's gaze lingered on hers, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Next time," he murmured, his voice low and teasing, "will you keep the mask on?" Batgirl's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, a mix of excitement and hesitation fluttering in her chest. She reached up, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw, as she gave thought to his question. "Probably," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper, a sly smile blooming across her masked face. "Unless we keep the lights off."
Richard grinned at that, leaning in for another kiss, the taste of her mouth carrying the promise of unspoken possibilities. As they pulled back, he chuckled low in his throat. "You better go," he whispered, his voice laced with a teasing edge, "before I find the energy to fuck you all over again." The words sent a shiver down her spine, a mix of anticipation and reluctance as she nodded, her fingers lingering on his chest before she stepped back. The night air seemed to cool the warmth they'd shared, but the spark between them remained, a flickering flame that neither wanted to extinguish.
As Richard leaned back something, occured to him. "You know, I never told you my name," he said, his voice carrying a playful challenge. Batgirl's eyebrow arched in response, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. "Richard," he said, and another pang of guilt shot through her as she played ignorant. "And how, exactly, do you plan on finding me again?" he asked, his tone laced with skepticism. Batgirl's smile widened, a mischievous glint dancing in her eyes. "I'm a detective. I'll find you." Their lips met once more, a defiant action standing in the way of duty. "I really do have to go, this job... it keeps me busy."
She turned, and he gave her a playful swat on the ass. "Go get 'em, Batgirl." Batgirl turned her head and winked at him, pulling her grappling gun from her belt. She blew him a kiss, before sprinting towards the edge of the rooftop. The night air rushed past her as she leaped into the void, her grappling hook carrying her away from him.
Richard leaned against the edge of the rooftop, his eyes fixed on the shadowy figure swinging gracefully into the night. The city lights danced around her as she swung around the corner of a building and disappeared from his sight, leaving him in a daze of disbelief. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, the incredulous sound mixing with the sounds of the city. "That really just happened," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in wonder. The cool night breeze brushed against his face as he made his way to the fire escape, a cheerful hum escaping his lips.
As Richard descended the fire escape, the cool night air whispered against his skin, reminding him of the absence of her warmth. Each metal step beneath his feet seemed to echo with the memory of her touch, the way her fingers had wrapped around him with a playful firmness, the way her lips had brushed against his ear. He couldn't help but smile to himself, the memory of her mischievous glint igniting a pang of longing in his chest.
As Richard walked home, he kept replaying that rooftop rendezvous over and over in his head. It had been such a long time before someone walked into his life and made him feel alive. Not since he had broken up with Barbara. Thinking about her still brought a flood of emotions, the main one being regret. Being with Batgirl somehow reminded him how much he missed Barbara, and not for the first time he realized he had made a mistake letting her go. The only upside to not being with Barbara is being available for booty calls from Batgirl herself he thought.
Unbeknownst to the star-crossed pair, a pair of eyes watched from the several roof shops away. Perched atop a Gotham high-rise, Deathstroke adjusted the professional scope in his hand, the night vision bringing every detail into stark clarity. He had been tracking Batgirl, but what he witnessed went far beyond the mission parameters. His mask was expressionless but had an unmistakable air of violence, his only eye glinting in the dark. This was an unexpected twist— she was usually much more careful. He had been hired to follow her after the Arkham breakout in the hopes that she could lead them to Batman's base of operations or her civilian home. But he always lost her because she was paranoid as she was skilled. But tonight... fucking a nobody on a rooftop without checking her environment? He put the Lexcorp surveillance camera away and pulled out his phone. "Riddler? You're going to love this."
Meanwhile, Batgirl swung across the city, silently freaking out at what she just did. Ican'tbelieveIdidthatIcan'tbelieveIdidthat her mind kept screaming. I didn't just fuck someone as Batgirl, I didn't just fuck my ex as Batgirl... I acted like a sex starved harlot. I let him cum inside me, hell, I encouraged it! She had NEVER acted that way before, when she and Richard used to make love it was tender, loving. Each moment was a celebration of their love. THAT... that was something else. And she wanted more of it. She could feel his semen seeping out of her as she swung around, making an absolute mess of her underwear. After I find Robin and get these inmates back in the Asylum... I'll come clean with him. Find a way to make it work.
The brief interlude with Richard, though exhilarating, now gnawed at her conscience like a determined honey badger. She had allowed herself to be distracted, to indulge in a moment of personal desire, all while Robin remained in the clutches of the Riddler. Find Riddler, find Robin. But where to start? Riddler has been in the Asylum for years, his henchwomen haven't been seen since his arrest, and he doesn't have his former hideouts. Batman found all of them after his arrest.
As she swung silently through the Gotham night her mind was filled with too many questions and not nearly enough answers. Dedpite the importance of finding Riddler, her mind drifted back to Richard, the memory of his touch igniting a flicker of hope she hadn't felt in a long time. She wondered if revealing her identity to him could bridge the gap his absence had left, if knowing the truth might make him understand her disappearances, her constant battles. The risk was immense, but the possibility of being truly seen, of sharing the burden of her dual life, was tantalizing. Her secret identity was her most guarded treasure, a shield that protected not just herself, but everyone she cared about. Only three people in the world knew who surely was, Batman, Robin, and Bruce Wayne's butler, Alfred. And they only knew because Batman figured it out. She had never been unmasked by an enemy, though there were two close calls, one of which was tonight in the restaurant. The other happened right before her breakup, when Killer Moth had gotten lucky and taken her down. He hadn't removed her mask, but when she came to she realized he had removed-- but she shook the thought away as she always did, trying not to dwell on it.
Batgirl spent the rest of the night rounding up escaped inmates, interrogating known Riddler associates, and visiting snitches. Yet, with each criminal apprehended, her anxiety grew worse. What did Riddler want with Robin? The thought gnawed at her, fueling her relentless pursuit. As the first hints of dawn tinged the horizon, Batgirl paused on a secluded rooftop, her breath visible in the chilly air.
She activated her comms device, tapping the hidden button on her cowl. "Batman, this is Batgirl. Any updates on Robin's location?" The line crackled with static before his voice came through, tired and frustrated.
"Nothing concrete. All security cameras in a three block radius of the Asylum were disabled last night. No one knows where Croc took Robin before you apprehended him at the docks."
"Speaking of, Batgirl began, Croc's words echoing in her memories "he told me he handed her off her off to the Riddler, and the carnage he caused at the docks was just lure me to him, but I don't know if he was supposed to kill me or just send a message." She paused. "He certainly acted like he was trying to kill me."
"Riddler? What does he have to do with this?" Batman demanded, and Batgirl could hear the surprise buried in his gravelly voice.
"Croc told me that Riddler is taking another shot at his first riddle. I think he was the one who hired Deathstroke to bust Arkham open. He probably grabbed Robin when he escaped with everyone else, but he must have been working with someone." She sighed. "If this is about his first riddle then he's coming after us, specifically."
Batman was silent for a moment as he thought. "And now he has the worst of the asylum out on the streets to help him. We have to assume anyone and everyone is helping him if he's coming after us. Robin..." he trailed off, not wanting to say what he was thinking. "Last time, he wanted an audience. I'll have Alfred monitor the news and social media. If he broadcasts anything... he does to her, we might be able to triangulate their position before too much damage is done."
Batgirl's hands clenched into fists and her jaw clenched in frustration. "We need to find her, Batman. Before it's too late." They knew the potential cost of being a masked vigilante, they all knew the risks. But this was the only time one of them had been captured by their enemies since the Riddler first appeared.
Batman's voice carried a rare softness, a quiet acknowledgment that broke through the static. "Batgirl, I know you feel responsible. This isnt your fault. Your efforts... they don't go unnoticed. You're not just searching for Robin, but also helping me and the police hold Gotham together tonight." His words did little to soothe her frayed nerves, a reminder that what she did mattered. Yet, even as appreciated a rare moment of encouragement from Batman, she couldn't help but feel the phantom presence of the Riddler's unseen hand, of the traps waiting to be sprung.
The silence that followed was heavy, a palpable weight that hung in the air. Batman's voice, when it finally came, was as detached again, his way of processing tension. "I'll look around for another hour," he said, his tone steady but distant, as if the affirmation he had given her had never been spoken. Then, the line went dead, leaving Batgirl to her thoughts. Nothing more to do, best get a few hours of sleep before my shift.
Batgirl's cape billowed behind her as she swung towards the clock tower, the familiar sight a comforting welcoming. As she landed on the roof, she activated her secret entrance, the panel sliding open, allowing her entry. Inside, black curtains completely blocked out the sun and city lights, drenching the interior in darkness. She peeled off her suit and her cum soaked panties, shaking her head in disbelief at her boldness as she dumped them in her hamper.
Barbara made her way to the shower, turning the hot water all the way on. She stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down her body, washing away the grime and sweat of the night. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her muscles, easing the tension that had built up over this whole insane night. The water cascaded down her body, a relentless torrent that sought to wash away the remnants of the night. Killer Croc's blood mingled with Richard's semen as it mixed with the suds, swirling down the drain but not out of her memory. She scrubbed at her skin as though the physical act of cleansing could erase the memories that lingered.