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Tweak says, "I LOST THE GAME!!!"

Barbara Gordon//Oracle (ex_allseeing29) wrote in knightsfall,
@ 2011-08-10 18:36:00

Nice Shot
Who: Barbara, OPEN
Where: Clock Tower
When: Some time after the shooting
What: Babs releases Helena from the hospital early, causes strife and conflict, as anything having to do with Helena does

Barbara sighed and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she pinched herself there, shaking her head slightly. She could understand her father's point of view, but she understood Helena's better. "She was going stir crazy," Babs reiterated. "Trust me, I know what it's like, and I'm not half as difficult as Helena is." Her father's silence said it all. "I'm not!" she insisted into the phone. "She's more comfortable at home, and if she needs rehab equipment, she can just come here!" She'd made sure Helena was settled in before leaving her, and planned to recruit at least Dick to look in on her when she couldn't.

"And... how exactly do you know this woman again?" Jim asked, and she could practically hear him bristle. "Is she... a special friend?"

"Ew, Dad!" Babs whined. "You make it sound obscene. And you know I told you we weren't going to talk about that."

"It's just... the kind of ties she has...."

"I think this proves she doesn't have them anymore," Babs pointed out. "Just... can you trust me on this? You can still question her. Remember, she's still... grieving, too. She needs a little time to herself without people hovering, some time to heal the wounds they can't sew up." Jim was silent. Both of them were wondering if they were still talking about Helena. "Listen, I'll call you later, okay? Love you, bye!" She kissed the mouthpiece and hung up, sighing tiredly.

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 06:20 pm UTC (link)

Dick shut his eyes and smiled as he held her, running his hands over her gently, the contact mostly chaste for the moment. "And you better believe I'd never let you fall to the other side like that either. Not that you're even remotely likely to. You're way too well-adjusted for Gotham, sweetheart."

He shook his head. "We're not there yet with Helena. I think that's what worries me about her. We can be that for each other and the people around us. But we can't be that for her until she... accepts us. You're gonna have to watch her, babe. We both will. Especially as she tries to pull herself out of this latest."

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 06:42 pm UTC (link)

"It goes both way," Babs said in a sing-songy way, not aiming it at Dick necessarily, but it was a familiar and well trod argument that made her tone grimly playful. "Bruce has got to accept her, too. Because, I swear, she's trying her hardest. We're a family and... she doesn't even really know what that means. Bruce is a father figure to us all--and do not repeat that because I'm sure he'd take umbrage--but the man she thought was her father beat her mother regularly, and her biological father was responsible for the hit against her family. It doesn't breed trust. But she's working at it. And I think this whole thing with the... beefcake might actually be good for her. Fun seems to be a little out of her realm of experience."

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 06:49 pm UTC (link)

"All true things," Dick sighed. "And I don't intend to leave her out in the cold. I really don't. But you know how I am about... discipline and authority and people who run against the grain. Well, I'm strangely like Bruce about it, even though he irritates the living piss out of me when he talks like that. I'm a hypocrite, aren't I?"

He smirked and kissed her softly. "Enough about everyone else. How are you during all this?"

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 07:04 pm UTC (link)

"Yes," she confirmed, raising her eyebrows. "Yes, you are. But just think of Helena being the little school marm they're making her out to be, teaching all those impressionable little kiddies about respecting authority and following the rules. Talk about hypocrisy." She giggled.

She sighed at his question. "They rioted," she said, knowing that wasn't the answer he wanted. "They took the bridge, but they didn't go any further. It kills me, the not knowing. The nightmares come back from time to time, but they're... I don't know, they're different now."

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 07:12 pm UTC (link)

Dick nodded. He'd heard about that and was ashamed he hadn't been there to do something. But even he knew that on his own, he couldn't have made a dent in a revolt that size. They needed to organize. All of them. When Helena was better, maybe they could make a genuine strike, but who knew how long that would be?

"That's... very interesting, and we need to be thinking about it," he said carefully. "But I was asking about you, personally." He paused. "How are the dreams different?"

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 07:41 pm UTC (link)

"The Joker takes his make-up off and... he's Bruce," she admitted with a bit of a defeated sigh. "But he has two faces and the other is just... I don't know, none of my dreams make sense. Well, that's dreams. I know that all sounds very... Freudian but... they're just dreams. I know he's dead, and maybe that's what bothers me more than anything. He's just... gone, and I wasn't even there. I didn't see it. If I knew he was still out there, I'd... know that I could find him, and I could take him down. But it makes me feel so... helpless sometimes." She pursed her lips. She hated sounding as vulnerable as she did, even with Dick, though she also knew that Dick was the only one she's allow to hear this, out side of, maybe, her own father.

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 07:50 pm UTC (link)

"That is really Freudian," he agreed. "And... something none of us would want to think about. But maybe it's not that dire. Maybe it's just you realizing that Bruce and the Joker are... both halves of something. Dark and light, if Bruce could be considered light."

He rocked her gently and nodded. "I know the feeling. If I had even the slightest notion he might be alive, I'd be out there looking for him right now, to make sure he stays dead. Bruce wouldn't want to hear me say that, but I can't abide the idea of him being out there. But the bottom line is I don't think he is. I trust Bruce when he says he's sure. He can't hurt you ever again, Babs." He was very tender upon saying this last.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 08:23 pm UTC (link)

"And I can't hurt him," Babs said candidly, biting her lip, sorry immediately that the sentiment had come blurting out. "Not that I would. Or would... want to watch it, I just... Sometimes I dream--daydream, in a way, I mean--that he's in Arkham, and I can go there and face him. I don't care if he laughed at me, made fun of me, threatened me more; I'd know he was there. That justice was served. It's why I don't want killing, Dick. As scared as I am of him, of his ghost now, I guess, a corpse is... so much harder to keep an eye on. To punish."

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 08:38 pm UTC (link)

"There is no Joker ghost," Dick said softly, encouragingly. "There aren't ghosts. Only the ones we carry inside ourselves. That's all. Those ghosts are pretty real, but his being dead shouldn't... for lack of a better word, haunt you like this. I think Bruce and I both hoped this would give you more of a peace of mind than his being in Arkham ever could. Because you can't escape from death the way you can an asylum."

He wore a sheepish grin then. "I was relieved. When Bruce killed him. I should've been... upset that he'd done it. Everything he taught me, everything he insisted about himself, was thrown out the window when he did that. But I was glad. Really glad."

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 08:46 pm UTC (link)

Barbara let out a sigh it felt as if she'd been keeping in for a very long time. "Me, too," she confessed. "I was, too. And I could tell my father was. And I hated how easy it was to accept that, that Batman could kill and solve a problem Gotham had been struggling with without answer for years."

She groaned and threw her head back against Dick's shoulder, her read hair scattering everywhere. "Let's pretend we're normal people for the rest of the day. What do normal people do?"

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 08:56 pm UTC (link)

"You are asking the wrong guy," he laughed. "You realize before I was a masked vigilante, I lived in a circus. That's hardly the best way to gauge normal life. But if forced to guess, I would say that normal people spend most of their days wallowing around in bed and performing gratuitous amounts of foreplay on one another, and it's just orgasm after orgasm. But that's my best estimate."

He grinned and bent to kiss her on the mouth, his hand resting lightly against her throat. He deepened the kiss to probe with his tongue, his hand sliding down the front of her body.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-12 09:05 pm UTC (link)

Babs laughed, squirming in his lap, trying to turn more fully to him. "Then what the hell are we doing this for?! Masked vigilante? Screw it! I always thought normal was overrated but.... You know, when I start to apply that to my dad, it starts getting really, really gross, mental imagery-wise."

Her chuckle was muffled by his mouth, though the small moan that came from her throat would not be suppressed; it reverberated through her mouth and into his. Her fingers ran lightly over his hand, so small compared to his. "You're a freak of nature," she told him playfully, affectionately, grinning, murmuring against his mouth, "you know that?"

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_wingingit_
2011-08-12 09:17 pm UTC (link)

"So I have been told," he said. He tucked his legs under him, crouching and lifting her up when he stood. He headed immediately for her bedroom, laying her atop the covers. He stripped his shirt off, pushed off his boots, and unbuckled hit belt before climbing back in with her.

"You tell me everything you need, baby," he said, definitely more serious about imparting this piece of information. "Show me. I want to do this right the first time." He laughed. "Like most things."

He kissed her, his hands running over her, one hand pressing to her breast and fondling gently.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-13 02:53 am UTC (link)

Babs was trying to shed her clothes just as quickly, though she took the time out to prop herself up on her elbow, carefully fold her glasses and place them on her bedside table. She yanked her t-shirt up over her head, letting out a frustrated little exclamation when it snagged. "This is sort of... firs time with this for both of us but...."

She sucked in a sudden and gasping breath, wrapping an arm around his neck, returning his kisses, while her other hand went to his on her breast, caressing her through the plain fabric. "I am really, really sensitive from the waist up. And... a lot of it's the rhythm. The... movement." Her cheeks were flushing a pretty shade of pink.

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_wingingit_
2011-08-13 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Dick couldn't help smirking a little, always the rogue no matter how romantic he intended to be. "I understand," he assured her. He kissed her neck, paying special attention to her pulse point there where the blood would be rushing and make her especially sensitive.

Then he paused. "You know, before things get incredibly out of hand, I want you to know... you're beautiful. I'm crazy about you, and you're just... gorgeous. Okay, back to... what I was doing."

He slipped his hands behind her back as his kisses traveled south and deftly did away with her bra, tossing it aside. He then showed special attention to her breasts, hands working, mouth and lips and tongue, even the tender brush of his teeth. He could feel her nipples puckering quickly under his attentions, but he didn't stop. He wanted her writhing, truly ready.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-13 10:47 pm UTC (link)

She giggled and poked a fingertip into the corner of his smirk. The grin on her own lips became soft, loving, a newer version of the affectionately puppy-dog sort of smile she used to give him when she was younger. "I've been... really crazy about you for a long time now, Dick," she told him, running a hand through his hair. "Just waiting for you to catch up," she teased, her grin becoming lopsided.

She gasped again and closed her eyes, letting the sensation build and build, her cheeks growing rosier and little jolts traveling further south than she'd felt in a while. Her back arced off of the mattress as his teeth grazed her throbbing nipple, both of them dusky from his attention, bruised from his loving.

She cupped his jaw and, breathless, urged his mouth to hers again. "I think..." she said in small puffs against his lips as she kissed him, "I think I'm ready, Dick. Really, really ready."

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_wingingit_
2011-08-14 01:21 am UTC (link)

He kissed her mouth hungrily and slipped his fingers down between her soft lips. She was definitely ready from the feel of it, so very wet. He pushed his pants and boxer-briefs down, kicking them off as his hard cock bobbed at attention between them. He held himself up with one arm, the other hooked around her and angling her as he pushed carefully between her legs.

He entered her smoothly, moaning down into her mouth. She felt incredible, tight, the sort of perfect fit that allowed for the right amount of friction and no discomfort. He swayed forward and back, filling her over and over.

"Guide me, baby," he urged her. "I want this to be good for you."

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-14 02:57 am UTC (link)

Barbara hadn't been sure exactly what to expect; it was one thing to read about it and a totally different thing to feel him slip inside of her, to actually feel it in ways, she knew, other women could not or ignored. She felt the pressure of him, the sweet friction moving her body. Her senses were filled with his kisses--taste--his scent--sweat, masculine and real--the sound their bodies made and the feel of his muscles tense and work as she dug her fingernails into his shoulders.

Her fingers moved down his body, that tight sinew rippling like liquid flesh, her fingernails biting into skin, until her hands rested on his hips, urging him on. "Harder," she murmured huskily against his mouth. "Just like that, just... harder. Oh, Dick!" she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed. So many years, girlhood crushes left behind, true love between them now.

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_wingingit_
2011-08-14 09:46 pm UTC (link)

He did as she asked, trying not to lose himself too quickly. But dear God, how many times had he imagined her holding onto him like this, her fingernails biting beautifully into his skin, and asking him for more? It was almost too good, and self-control was something he currently struggled with for that reason.

He moved harder, pumping and pounding, going a bit faster as he did so. The hand around her back slid further to prop her ass up and push her fully against him, making his strokes deeper, hitting her sweet spots even more completely.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-14 10:04 pm UTC (link)

Babs was heaving her lower back, moving against him as best she could, hoping she didn't feel like so much dead weight from the hips down. And all of a sudden, she felt it happening. It was different, much more gradual, but unmistakable nevertheless. She clutched him harder, murmuring his name against his lips, into his ear.

Her arms around his neck, her shoulders, all the way down to the small of her back, left the mattress as she arched against him, her climax warming her entire body, all the way down to her toes, she was certain of it.

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_wingingit_
2011-08-14 11:37 pm UTC (link)

When she clutched him, Dick planted both hands against the mattress and rolled his hips, bucking harder at the feel of her tensing around his cock. A few more, rough thrusts was all it took for him to finish inside her, a long growl escaping him. He buried his face in her hair as he rode through each, final pump, resting carefully in her arms as he settled. He huffed against her and murmured her name.

He didn't want to burden her with his weight for too long, so he rolled gently to her side and pulled her against his chest, taking her legs and pulling it over his hip. "Well, that was nothing short of incredible. The fantasies don't do it justice." He actually managed to turn a little red at that admission. Amazing he could still do that.

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ex_allseeing29
2011-08-15 03:16 am UTC (link)

She nestled into him, still panting. "Wow, I wasn't sure that would... happen for me," she admitted. "Or that it would be...." she hid her face against his chest, her cheeks already flushed turning a deeper shade of red.

She giggled, feeling giddy, light-headed. "You had fantasies? Awesome fantasies? I mean, me, too, obviously. But... tell me honestly, was I wearing my glasses? That's the turn on, isn't it? Totally."

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