Her Hero Pt. 03

The Riddler couldn't believe how easy it was to hack into the GCPD's security system. He sat outside the building with a stolen laptop he'd obtained after getting away from Batman and Batgirl. He'd spent the last of his money on explosives and hitmen. In the back of his mind, he knew the thugs he hired wouldn't kill both of them, but at the very least, he expected the explosion to kill one of them. He really wanted it to be Batgirl.

Speeding off in one of the vans he paid for was beneath him, but escaping the heroes in a sewer was worse. He waded through the muck and filth of the Gotham sewer system for so long the smell was trapped in his clothes. After climbing out of the sewers, he came up with a plan to defeat Batman and Batgirl. While he always wanted to defeat Batman in a battle of wits, now wasn't the time. He was going to sneak into the police department and free Harley Quinn and Poison Ivy.

He eventually blinded the cameras of the holding cells in the basement and outside before climbing over the walls and sneaking in through the electronic back door he also unlocked with the laptop. Gotham was full of people who just left their electronics sitting around. He made his way through the door corridor, eventually finding a light switch.

"Hey! Who turned on the lights!" Harley shouted.

"Harley, dear please don't yell." Poison Ivy said while suppressing a yawn.

"Yes, please don't yell." Edward said, turning the corner.

"Riddler?" Ivy stood up and stretched her back. "What are you doing here?"

"Look, we don't have much time. I've blinded the cameras, but eventually some cop will figure out what happened. I have a plan. For both of you. I am going to break you two out of here and we're going to kill Batman and Batgirl."

Ivy sat in silence. Harley did the same.

"You? You're going to kill them? Don't you think that's a little bit much, at least for you?" Ivy said.

"Yes whatever," Edward rubbed his temples to relieve some of his stress. "Look, they've gotten in my way for too long. I've got to get rid of them."

"What's the reward?" Ivy asked.

"Freedom."

"Alright I'm in. It's getting boring here anyway."

"Quinn are you in?" Edward turned and walked to her cell.

The Riddler tapped his foot on the floor, waiting for an answer from the ditzy villain. She was wearing her familiar jester outfit, and he noticed how nicely it hugged her body despite how dumb he thought it looked.

"I'll do it! But only if I get ta' beat up Bratgirl first!" She said with an odd look in her eye.

"So you're both in?" Edward asked, his voice slightly panicked.

"Yes, I said I'd do it. As long as we don't get arrested again." Ivy said in her specialized cell. The officers never called it a cell, though; they called it 'the lockbox for the plant lady.'

"Excellent." Edward said, running his fingers through his greasy black hair.

"How are you gonna get us outta here Eddie?" Harley asked.

"Don't call me Eddie," He started. "I have hand-crafted explosives that I keep in case of bat-related emergencies that'll free you from this rusted iron trap. I'd advise you to step back, Harley, unless you want tiny bits and pieces of shrapnel ripping up that ridiculous outfit." Riddler reached into his pocket, pulling out a small metal explosive and placing it against Harley's lock.

"Can't you just talk like a normal person, Edward?" Ivy said, leaning against the glass.

He ignored her comment and pressed the tiny red button on the chip before backing up. It began smoking and sputtering before it popped off the lock clean and hit the floor.

"Was that supposed ta' happen?" Harley asked while shaking the bars.

"No. No, it wasn't." The Riddler stood defeated. His plans were ruined. All of his intellect, all of his genius, and pre-planning couldn't help him remember to make the backup explosives waterproof.

"So we aren't getting out of here? Thanks for waking us up Eddie." Poison Ivy turned around and sat against the back wall of her glass trap.

Harley cringed after catching a whiff of the Riddler's stench when he fell.

"You stink too." She added.

"Dammit. Dammit! Dammit!" Edward shouted before he heard a gasp of surprise from Harley.

*

Batman and Batgirl glided through the city. The air of Gotham had an unfamiliar warmth to it.

"So where is Riddler now?!" She shouted over the wind.

"He's been spotted outside of the GCPD lockup."

"So you're telling me we can just bust him up and take him into the front door?"

"That's the plan. We're almost there."

Batgirl followed Batman as he glided downwards next to the left side of the lockup. The heroes landed and found a laptop sitting in the grass.

"He hacked into their security systems." Batman said, picking up the laptop.

"What do you think he was trying to do? Kidnap another cop?" Batgirl asked.

"No. That would be dumb. Maybe it's another trap."

"He left the door open." Batgirl, using her detective mode, pointed over the wall towards the remote door Riddler left open.

"Let's go." Batman and Batgirl climbed up and over the wall and into the building.

"Damnit!" Batman heard Riddler shouting. Harley gasped at his arrival.

"Riddler. You've been caught. You're finished." Batman said his voice firm and commanding. Batgirl froze for a split second when she saw her captors again.

"Batman. Long time no see." Ivy said, smiling at the Riddler groveling on the floor.

"Batgirl." Ivy stared at the redhead. More at her body than her eyes.

"Hey Bratgirl! Ya still sore?" Harley tried reaching through the bars.

"Quiet both of you." Batgirl said before handing Batman her handcuffs.

"That's adorable." Ivy teased.

"I said quiet." Batgirl commanded.

"Control yourself." Batman ordered while cuffing the defeated Riddler.

"Right. Sorry."

Batman stood Riddler up and used his remote hacking device to turn the cameras back on. After two minutes, officers were downstairs to arrest Riddler and put him in the empty holding cell across from Harley and Ivy. The Riddler had finally been captured going out smelling like sewer water and whimpering like a dog. The new dynamic duo left the building, grappled up, and glided to a spacious rooftop far from prying eyes.

"That was fun," Batgirl said while stretching her legs. "And easy."

Batman was silent as he grabbed her arms and held her.

"Batman? You ok?" She looked up at him with those big sapphire eyes.

"I'm fine Barbara, it's just..." He trailed off, which was rare for him.

"Just what?"

He leaned in for a kiss. A slow passionate kiss where he just barely took the lead. Batgirl ran her fingers up and down his suit, feeling his strong core and rock-hard abs as he breathed in and out. She moaned into his mouth, and he grunted back into hers as they continued to make out. Batgirl felt her tiny boobs pressing into him as she leaned into the kiss. Her nipples rubbed against the leather material as she moved her hands behind him to caress Batman's back behind his long cape.

She felt the muscle definition under all of the suit and its padding. She felt her pussy getting wet as Batman's hands crept down her tight body, stopping at the smooth, fleshy curve of her ass. He rubbed two fingers around her dripping cunt hidden in the tight purple leather of her suit. Batman broke the kiss.

"Keep your mask on. Please." His voice was gentle. Batman began unzipping the bottom of his suit. Batgirl didn't even know he had zippers on his suit, but it didn't matter. She was excited to see his cock again. His thick slab of man meat slipped out of his suit, erotically standing straight out like it always did. Batgirl pulled her yellow glove off and grabbed the base of Batman's blood-engorged cock, rubbing her thumb over the vein that sat on top.

"Unzip." Batman commanded before pulling Batgirl's hand off his raging member.

Batgirl reached down, pulled up her belt, and unzipped her pants. Her pussy was now exposed to the open air of the night sky. Batman looked over the horizon, realizing that the sun was soon to rise. He didn't have much time. Batman leaned in, planting another kiss on her pretty pink lips. He grabbed Batgirl by her side and spun her around.

"Ohhh shit!" Batgirl yelped when Batman shoved his cock inside of her. All the way in.

"Mmmmhh fuck you feel so good," Batman groaned as he began to pump in and out. "So good."

"Ooouf!" Batgirl shouted as Batman continued to pound her, increasing his pace. His hands dug into her thighs as her ass clapped against his body with every thrust.

"Aaahh OH SH- FUCK!" Batgirl shouted as she rocked herself backward into Batman's furious pounding. Her pussy clamped down on his perfect cock, slathering it with her juices.

"AHHHHH FU-" Batman placed his gloved hand over Batgirl's mouth. She continued to whimper into it as her knees went weak.

"Cuhhmmmffff ffucmkkhheee Iumm cumminkgh..." Batgirl mumbled while drooling into the glove. She almost bit his hand. Batman wrapped his free hand around her flat stomach and lifted her in the air.

"Auughe!" Batgirl's muffled yelp was adorable to Batman. His tiny, beautiful, smart, witty companion took his cock like a champ every time. In his mind, she was better than Vale, Selina, Talia, and even Diana. He wanted to fuck her all day and night. Kiss her pretty face and play with her tiny athletic body. He didn't care who saw. The entire Justice League could fly down onto the rooftop right now, and he'd still keep going.

"Take it. Take it." Batman said as he continued his onslaught on her tight pussy. Her screams were getting even louder despite his hand covering her mouth. He felt her teeth digging into his skin. Batgirl came again, even harder this time. Her entire body went as limp as a rubber band before it froze up again. Batman removed his hand from her mouth and lowered her onto the rooftop. Batgirl's face was pushed against the concrete as Batman pulled out until the head of his cock was brushing against her pussy lips.

"Keep... Keep going. Please." Batgirl begged, her voice slightly muffled by her face being squished into the concrete.

Batman gripped her ass and did as he was told. He slammed into her non-stop, and she took every inch. The sun was peeking over the horizon, lighting up the Gotham City skyline. A gorgeous blend of pink and orange washed away the deep gray clouds that usually loomed over Gotham. Batman went faster. Batgirl moaned lower as her ungloved hand and the side of her face dug into the concrete. Batman finally unloaded inside of her, filling her pussy with his loads of cum for the second time since Batgirl admitted her feelings for him.

"Ohhh fuck." Batgirl cried as she felt Batman's hot spunk leaking out of her pussy. She tried to catch her breath as Batman removed his cum coated cock out of her. Batgirl especially felt the absence of his wonderful cock as seed leaked out her pussy and stained her suit.

"That was amazing." Batgirl said.

"You're amazing." Batman replied. They both watched the sunrise as they enjoyed the afterglow of their amazing sex.

*

Barbara Gordon wheeled the cart of books through the empty library. She brushed a red lock of hair from her face. Placing each book on each shelf marked by her in her free time. While she didn't need to mark them, due to her eidetic memory, it helped the patrons remember where their favorite series was or for the people who never checked anything out to pick up where they left off.

It had been a week since that special night. The factory, the gunfire, the explosion, the party, the confession, the room, the rooftop. Everything. It was all she could think about. Every time she could sleep, she dreamt about Batman. The endings of her dreams were always different. Over the course of a few days, her simple crush turned into... Well, she couldn't call it love. Not yet.

She thought she loved Robin when they kissed for the first time. Obviously, she and Batman went further than a kiss, but she felt as though she couldn't fall in love with him. The Batman worked too hard to live a normal life. She did too. They weren't the kind of people who settled down with kids. People who did the things they did didn't get to live normally. It's always about the mission. Even if sex was thrown into it, it'd always come back to the mission. Always. That brief moment of them looking out into the sunset made Barbara feel like they were married. It was beautiful.

Barbara finished stocking and returned to her desk. She took one more sip of her coffee before scrolling through the forums on her computer. It was a slow, rainy morning. An easy morning. After a few minutes of her usual tab switching, Barbara looked up to see the first person of the day walk in. A tall woman in a purple raincoat, but when she removed the hood, her face was recognizable. Almost familiar. She walked through the aisles, running her fingers over the spines of the new books.

"Excuse me miss?" The tall woman started. "Is there a coat rack anywhere?"

"Oh yes, there's a coat rack towards the front entrance, a little farther to the left," Barbara explained. She kept trying to place the woman's face, but she was too far away.

"Great!" The woman walked across the room, removed her coat, and that's when Barbara recognized her. It was Wonder Woman. The Wonder Woman. She was even more beautiful in person. She remembered her father telling her about how he met her a few weeks ago. Even though it was a few seconds, he talked about her like they'd known each other for years.

Barbara couldn't blame her father, though. Wonder Woman was drop-dead gorgeous. Deep black hair fell down her bare shoulders. The red and blue outfit hugged her curvy yet toned body. Her smile. Her gorgeous magazine model smile. Barbara was shocked.

"Y-you're Won-Wonder Woman..."

"I am." Diana walked towards the front desk.

"What a-are you uh doing at the uh library ma'am?" Barbara stammered.

"Figured I'd find a nice read on my day off." Diana said while leaning casually against the desk.

"What's your name, young lady?" Diana asked.

"It's um. Uh." Barbara's voice was stuck in her throat.

"You don't know your own name?" Diana joked.

"It's Barbara. Barbara Gordon."

"Nice to meet you Barbara." She extended her hand for a handshake. Barbara bit the inside of her cheek to calm her nerves. The redhead shook the hero's hand for a bit longer than normal. Wonder Woman backed up from the desk and looked Barbara up and down. She felt severely underdressed. A simple white shirt under a beige cardigan sweater and blue jeans. Her hair was tied up into a messy bun with a few loose strands falling down her face.

"Do you need help with anything ma'am?" Barbara asked.

"I'm alright. Just seeing something."

"Ok." Barbara pretended to look at her computer while taking another sip of her coffee.

"Do you work with Batman?" Diana asked casually. Barbara paused mid-drink.

"The vigilante? N-no. Of course not. I've ne-never even seen him. Not in person anyway." Barbara lied.

"Yes you do. I've read your file, Batgirl." Diana's voice dropped, sending fear all throughout Barbara's body. Wonder Woman could be scary when she wanted to be.

"Look I," Barbara took a deep breath. "Obviously I have secrets I need to keep. I have to-"

Diana walked forward, put her hand on the desk and cut her off.

"Barbara, It's fine. I just wanted to make sure I was right."

"Oh," Barbara blushed hard. "How do you have a file on me?"

"I don't. Bruce does." Diana said.

"Of course he does. The tower in space?"

"Yes, the watchtower computer. He's got files on nearly everyone. On and off world."

"Nearly every? Who could he miss?" Barbara asked, her heart rate finally slowed.

"He's never been to Themyscira." Diana answered.

"Oh," Barbara cleared her throat. "So are you guys really up there having sex?"

"What?" Diana said in shock.

"I know I know it's a stupid question, but I see theories like this all the time online. Y'know like forums?" Barbara explained.

"What do they say?" Diana was curious now. While she obviously hadn't slept with anyone while actually inside the Watchtower, that night with Bruce was certainly one to remember.

"Well they say that you and Superman get it on the most because, and I quote 'she can handle that super-cock of his.' end quote."

Diana paused before laughing.

"Superman isn't that kind of guy. He's the big blue boy scout, remember?" Diana explained.

"I never said this stuff, they did!" Barbara threw her hands up at the screen.

"Just don't believe everything you read online young lady. That stuff will rot your brain."

"I know it's just crazy that you walked in here. I'm a big fan." Barbara gushed.

"Thank you Barbara," Diana looked around. "Is it usually this slow here?"

"Yeah. Especially on Mondays." Barbara answered. Just then, she received an email from Bruce Wayne. It was an invitation to the Manor. It didn't seem like an invite for a normal chat. She was told to be there at 4PM. Her eyes went wide.

"Are you alright?" Diana asked.

"Yeah I'm fine I'm just," She paused. "Just didn't expect this message."

Barbara's excitement was still noticeable. She and Bruce hadn't been on a mission in a week. She was going out by herself since they took down Riddler. Batman was with the Justice League. He made time for her.

"Um," Barbara snapped herself out of her trance. "Do you want to check anything out?"

"What did you see Barbara?"

"I-" Barbara found herself stammering again. Wonder Woman walked behind the desk and read the email.

"Hmm." Diana smirked. Barbara blushed. She didn't know what to make of that, but she hoped it wasn't judgemental.

*

Barbara knocked at the door of Wayne Manor, greeted by Alfred.

"Miss Gordon. It's nice to see you."

"Hey Alfred," She leaned in for a quick hug. "Same to you."

"Master Bruce is waiting in the main room."

"Thanks."

Barbara brushed her hair out of her face as she made her way through the large hallways. The goddamn library was bigger than her father's apartment. The main room was even bigger; almost every room in the house had a different look to it. Deep red and black furniture and paintings of the Waynes. A giant TV sat atop the fireplace that lit up the room. She finally found Bruce standing up with a glass of wine in his hand. The bottle was on a table near him. He was wearing a white dress shirt with two loose buttons at the top, giving her a peak of his chest hair with brown shorts and no shoes. His black hair was slightly disheveled, and the look on his face was gruff. Masculine. Tired. That gothic look she was used to.

"Barbara." Bruce's voice was gentle when he saw her.

"Sorry I didn't freshen up, I didn't have much time." Barbara sat down on the couch closest to the fireplace.

"It's fine." Bruce took a quick swig of his wine.

"You drink now?" Barbara asked.

"It's non-alcoholic."

"That's gross."

"I like the taste." Bruce answered before putting down his glass and sitting down next to Barbara. He ran his arm over hers, brushing his fingers over her knuckles.

"What's going on?" Barbara asked.

"" What do you mean?"

"Like am I just here to talk? Or are we here for something else?"

"What do you think 'something else' is?"

"Sex. Obviously."

"It's more than the sex Barbara." Bruce reassured her as he wrapped his strong arm around her neck, the hair brushing against her soft skin.

"I know that it's just... it's just that we haven't talked since then." Barbara leaned into him, pushing herself into his strong, masculine frame.

"I've been busy." Bruce said.

"I get it."

"I missed you. I understand if you don't want to have se-" Barbara cut Bruce off with a kiss.

"I never said I didn't." She licked her lips seductively. She then moved her body over and up so she sat in Bruce's lap. Barbara grabbed the back of his head and continued the kiss, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Bruce's giant hands roamed down her back until he squeezed her ass. Barbara moaned into his mouth at the feeling as she ran her fingers through his hair.