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“Did Bruce put you up to this?” Barbara asked, her eyes trained on the martial artist who had emerged from the bathroom.
Dinah wore nothing but a tank top and a pair of black-laced underwear as she dried her hair with a towel. The redhead felt heat rushing to her core at the sight and crossed her legs to relieve some of the tension between her thighs.
“No,” Dinah simply stated as she sat down on the bed. “My wanting you to join me has nothing to do with Bruce.”
“Good,” Barbara said. She walked over to where her bag sat on the floor and plopped it down on the bed. “But we’ve been sitting here for an hour and not once have we gone on patrol or tried to stop a robbery or foiled someone’s plan to blow up a building.”
Dinah chuckled. “You are a very eager one, aren’t you?”
Barbara shrugged, pulling out her bat suit. “You would be too, if you were me.”
“That may be true, but world is full of people who want to see it burn to the ground—”
“Dinah, all I want is to help protect my city, and when it comes to Gotham, there’s no such thing as too many heroes.”
“Bruce has been Batman for more than fifteen years. He’ll never tell you anything wrong.”
“I know that,” Barbara sighed, walking back to her spot next to Dinah. “It’s just—he thinks I’m not ready, that I have no idea what I’m getting myself into, but I do. I do my research. I study my opponents and I do what is necessary because the world also needs people who are willing to fight the good fight, people who are willing to protect it no matter what.”
“And that’s admirable.”
“Then why does he treat me like a child? I’m twenty-three for god’s sake.”
“I know,” Dinah chuckled again.
“I mean, Dick was eight when he first became Robin and Damian was eleven. From what they told me Bruce never treated them like kids even when they were.”
“That’s because he trained Dick himself and Damian was trained by a group of elite assassins.” Dinah paused, gathering her thoughts. “Bruce has lost so much, Barbara. His parents. The people he’s failed to save…Jason.” She put a hand on Barbara’s, squeezing. “Your father is one of his most trusted allies and if anything bad ever happened to you, he would never forgive himself.”
Barbara turned to Dinah, squinting when she asked, “Is this a real mission or did you bring me here for a pep talk?”
“Well, there is no mission. I just wanted you get you out of Gotham for a bit,” Dinah confessed. “That doesn’t mean we can’t find a mission,” she continued when Barbara glared at her.
Barbara walked over to her suit stuffed it back into her bag. “I’m going to go take my shower.”
“I hope you’re not upset with me.”
“I kind of am.” With that, Barbara turned and headed toward the bathroom.
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Barbara emerged from the bathroom, her hair damp and a nightgown draped on her slim frame.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“You just did.” Dinah giggled when Barbara squinted at her. “I’m all ears.”
“This is probably extremely forward but we don’t have anything else to do so girl talk is in order.” Barbara plopped down on the bed next to the blonde. “Have you ever been with a woman?"
Dinah turned to her; brows furrowed. “That’s an odd question. What made you ask?”
Barbara shrugged. “Just…curious.”
“Well, to answer your question, yes. I have.”
“What was it like?”
“It was…sensual. A lot of passion. Soft. Sweet.” Dinah eyed Barbara curiously. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
“No. I’ve only kissed a guy. Dick…Grayson, not his…you know…penis.”
“Have you two—” Dinah raised a brow.
“Had sex?” Barbara laughed. “No. Haven’t gotten much action lately.”
Dinah nodded. “My first time was immaculate, but I’ve heard stories of horror.”
Barbara shifted on the bed, curiosity getting the better of her. “From who?” she asked.
“Bruce, for starters…but that stays between you and I.”
“Bruce? He just seems so…sure of himself. I would have never guessed.” Barbara slid her legs under the blanket.
“Barry as well.”
“What about Supes? Did he tell you anything?”
“Surprisingly, no.”
“Hmm. That is surprising,” Barbara laughed. She then yawned. “Well, since there’s no mission, I’m going to try and get some sleep.”
Dinah reached for the lamp on the nightstand. “I’ll do the same.” She pressed the button. The room went dark.
Barbara turned her back to the vigilante and fixed her pillow to her liking. “Goodnight Dinah.”
“Goodnight Barbara.”
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Fifteen minutes later, Barbara was still wide awake. She just could not sleep. Mostly because she kept thinking about her conversation with Dinah. She would never mistake her for a prude, but she admired how open the blonde was about sex.
Dinah was strong, so strong, and her arms, perfectly toned just the way Barbara liked it. And she was pretty. No, beautiful. So beautiful. And her hands, God, those hands. Barbara shook the thoughts out of her head. Dinah was lying right next to her and while part of her was happy the only rooms available had one bed, she really needed to sleep and that was becoming impossible. Barbara squeezed her thighs together to relieve the tension there.
“Barbara,” a soft voice spoke through the darkness. “Are you alright?”
“I can’t sleep. Probably just homesick,” the redhead lied. She felt Dinah come closer to her. A second later, a strong arm was around her waist. Her eyes bulged in the darkness as Dinah moved even closer, her breasts resting against Barbara’s back.
Barbara’s body betrayed her when it decided to press her ass against Dinah’s crotch. She went still, hoping Dinah believed she was only getting comfortable.
Then, she felt Dinah’s breath on her neck, and it clouded her judgement.
She needed Dinah right now. Badly.
She took Dinah’s right hand in hers and moved it up her body, resting it on one of her breasts. The contact sent a shiver went down her spine.
“Barbara…”
Hearing her name brought her back to reality. She quickly released Dinah’s hand. “Shit, Dinah. I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” Dinah reassured her. She softly squeezed the boob in her hand and Barbara shuddered. She leaned in, her lips inches from the vigilante’s ear. “Is this what you want?”
“Yes,” was Barbara’s breathless answer.
Dinah snaked her hand down Barbara’s side until she reached the hem of Barbara’s nightgown. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” Barbara answered. She gasped when Dinah snaked her hand back up her thigh, lifting the cloth to her waist and moving her hand up Barbara’s taught abdomen before resting on the skin of her breasts. Dinah lightly squeezed again, nipping and biting at the redhead’s neck.
“Fuck,” Barbara breathed out. She heard Dinah smile behind her.
“Tell me what you want, Barbara,” Dinah said, her voice low and sultry.
Barbara took Dinah’s hand and hers and placed at her panty line. “I need you.”
Dinah slid her hand between Barbara’s thighs, cupping her sex. “Tell me what you need, Barbara.” She began rubbing lazy circles on Barbara’s clit through her panties.
“I—fuck.” Barbara bucked her hips forward. “I need you to fuck me, Dinah.”
Dinah took Barbara’s right leg and rested it on top of her own. She trailed her nails up Barbara’s thigh to the place where she needed her most. She lifted Barbara’s panties and placed her hand inside.
“Mmmm. So wet for me, Barbara,” she said, rubbing tight circles on Barbara’s clit.
“Dinah,” Barbara moaned. She already felt close, mostly since it had been a very long time since someone touched her like this. “I need you inside of me. Now.” She gasped when Dinah complied and pushed a long, slender finger inside of her slick pussy.
Dinah latched her lips onto Barbara's neck, sliding another finger inside and slowly moving them in and out, using her thumb to rub circles on the vigilante’s clit. Feeling Barbara’s walls clenching around her fingers, she removed her fingers.
“I—why did you stop.”
Dinah climbed on top of her, the moonlight striking her face at the right angle. “I want to watch as you cum,” she said. She reached for Barbara’s panties and slid them down her toned legs, discarding them on the floor.
She positioned herself over top of Barbara, hands on either side of her head, and bent down, capturing Barbara’s lips in a heated kiss. She pushed her fingers inside Barbara once more, curling her fingers in a come-hither motion with every thrust.
Barbara moaned into Dinah’s mouth as the blonde quickened the pace, repeatedly hitting her sweet spot. She was close. So fucking close. "Fuck. You feel so fucking good inside of me.”
“Look at you,” Dinah said as Barbara’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. “Blessed with a beauty even Aphrodite would envy.”
The orgasm hit Barbara hard. Her hips bucked uncontrollably as Dinah slowed the pace, fingers her through her orgasm. Dinah removed them from Barbara’s gushing cunt and sucked the sweet juices off her fingers.
Dinah slid down her body and lifted Barbara’s right leg, placing it over her shoulder. She leaned forward, lapping up the slick juices and eliciting a loud moan from the woman below her.
"Ohhh fucckk, Dinah." Barbara grabbed a fistful of dark hair as Dinah’s tongue slithered into her entrance. “Fuck.”
Dinah fucked her with her tongue, sucking and licking at the hardened nub until Barbara’s orgasms washed over her three more times.
Barbara came down from her high and pulled Dinah in for a heated, sloppy kiss. Their teeth clashed and a hungry moan escaped her lips as she tasted herself on the older woman. Her tongue slid across Dinah’s bottom lip and she bit down on it, causing the blonde to grunt in response.
They came up for air every so often, licking, sucking, and nipping at each other’s lips.
Barbara broke the kiss, panting. “I want to taste you now.”
Dinah shook her head. “Tonight is about you, not me. Maybe another time.” She positioned herself on the bed next to Barbara.
Barbara nodded despite her own disappointment. She faced Dinah; her brows furrowed. “Wait. Is this against League rules?”
Dinah thought for a moment. “I don’t know what rule we’d even be breaking.”
“Fraternizing?”
“You’re not a League Member.”
“I could be.”
Dinah’s smile was warm as she said, “You’ve got a long way to go, Barbara.” Barbara internally rolled her eyes. “But,” she turned to the younger woman. “You have so much potential and I want to train you. I will stay in Gotham and we can form our own group. I’ll even let you take the lead because I trust that you can. No more answering to Batman.”
“Black Canary and Batgirl: Vigilantes of Justice. Birds of Prey.”
“Birds of prey,” Dinah smiled. “I like the sound of that.”
“Birds of Prey it is,” Barbara smirked. “Fuck, now I’m excited and I can’t sleep.”