BAE - Chapter 56

Barbara raises her hands.

“Harley. Ivy. The smart play is to stay put,” she says soothingly.

Harley balks. “Bats, you musta hit your head! Stay? In Arkham?”

“Ivy has a good thing lined up,” Barbara tells her. “You shouldn’t mess it up for her.”

“Mess it up? I’m rescuin’ her! It’s a pump and dump! They’re gonna pump my honey for ideas and dump her!”

“Babe, that’s not what a pump and…” Ivy begins, but Harley’s not listening.

“You,” Harley says, narrowing her eyes and leveling a finger at Barbara. “You’re getting kickbacks from Wayne! You showed up pretty fast at Wayne Tower! Do rich guys get concierge costume service?” Harley throws a triumphant grin at Ivy. “She’s crookeder than Two-Face!”

“Harley, I just don’t want anyone to get hurt…”

“I’ll bet you don’t. You got balls to try to get between me and Pammy.” Harley slams her fist into her open palm and advances on Barbara. “After I get done with you, I’ll hang you up from somethin’ high up like the real Batman does so that Barbara Gordon broad can see what happens to redhead sluts with suspiciously cute butts that try to move on my girl!”

Barbara cartwheels away as Harley darts in swinging. She’s not as dangerous without her hammer or a bat, but she’s a superior gymnast made especially strong and dangerous by her fury.

“Harley! I don’t want this,” Barbara says, blocking a punch and managing to send Harley staggering with a push that catches her off-balance. “We don’t have to fight.”

“We’ll just be on our way then!”

“You know I can’t let you leave.”

“Well, I ain’t going nowhere without my little succulent!” Harley roars.

“I—I’m not trying to get you to go anywhere. I want you to stay,” Barbara says.

“Get it? Succulent?” Harley looks hopefully at Ivy. “Plant humor? Babe?”

Ivy has her face in her hand.

There’s no helping it. Barbara knew she was taking a chance trying to reason with someone like Harley. She takes a punch to her armored abdomen and puts Harley in an arm bar, which she immediately regrets as the blonde sinks her teeth into Barbara’s arm and refuses to let go, growling like a dog. Barbara sends her flying by dropping to the ground and kicking her off, but Harley lands gracefully and pounces on her, smashing Barbara to the ground with her weight. Gleefully, Harley wraps her legs around Barbara’s head and squeezes tightly. Smothered by Harley’s crotch, Barbara knows better than to underestimate the power in the blonde’s legs. Before Harley can snap her neck, she’s sent flying by a mighty, double-boot, swinging kick.

Harley smashes into one of the prison tables, knocking it over.

Kate drops lightly off her line and helps Barbara to her feet.

“Oh, Jesus.” Ivy hurries to Harley and drops to her knees. Harley groans pathetically. That was a big impact: first the kick, then hitting that heavy, metal table. She’s cross-eyed. “Are you OK, baby?”

“Ohhh…” Harley moans. Her eyes slide into focus and she looks up at the Batgirl and the Batwoman looming over her. “Aw, fuck me,” she mutters. “More goddamn redheads.” Her eyes cross again. “Now there’s four of ‘em. Which one a you dickheads kicked me in the tits? Are we leaving yet, baby?”

Ivy looks up at the main doors, which open to admit the riot squad. She sighs.

“I guess not,” she says.

“I need a bandaid for my tits. Some ice. And some ice cream.”

“OK, baby.”

“We go to the nurse’s office?”

“Yeah, we’ll do that, sweetheart.”

“And sexy nurse roleplay?” Harley says hopefully.

“Kind of doubt it,” Ivy tells her frankly.

Crestfallen, Harley squeezes Ivy’s hand.

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The noise of the Car’s engine dies away, echoing through the vast reaches of the Cave. The cockpit hisses open and Barbara vaults lightly out, rubbing her shoulder. She’s a little sore from having Harley’s legs crushing her spine, but overall she’s in good shape. She lets out a groan of sheer relief at being back, pulling off her cowl and immediately starting to struggle out of her costume.

The howl of Kate’s bike rises as she races through the tunnel, skidding to a halt a few feet away. She puts the kickstand down and gracefully dismounts, pulling off her own mask. Her hair’s a little messy, her cheeks are rosy, and she’s grinning. Glowing really, and Barbara can’t blame her. It wasn’t a bad night.

Barbara jerks her boots off and wiggles out of her suit. The cold air of the cave is icy on her sweaty skin and underwear.

Kate watches her with a little smile.

“Shower’s that way,” she says, pointing. “I believe I was promised a body exam.”

“We’ll do that,” Barbara says, still walking toward the elevator. “Upstairs.”

Kate’s face lights up. “Oh hell yes,” she says, tearing off her gloves, then hopping on one foot to tug at her boot.

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There’s no shyness or nerves or acting cool. Barbara doesn’t care what her facial expressions are or what sounds she’s making. She’s sweaty and gross from a full night of work, but so is Kate. It doesn’t matter. Kate is clearly not worried.

Barbara sits naked on the edge of the huge bed, both hands on Kate’s head as Kate kneels between her legs, enthusiastically sucking her. Barbara pants. She looks past Kate’s head down her shiny back to her bare ass, which sways slightly.

Kate stops sucking and drags her tongue over Barbara’s clit, making her gasp.

Panting, Barbara moves her hands to Kate’s cheeks and looks down at her.

“Come on, Batgirl,” Kate says, gently stroking Barbara’s shaft.

Barbara throws her on the bed and spreads her legs. Kate isn’t being cocky. Bright red, she takes a deep breath and spreads her legs wide. Barbara lines up and pushes into her, supporting herself on her arms as Kate whimpers and wiggles.

“It’s good. Yes,” Kate gasps.

Barbara pauses, sitting back on her heels, still inside her. Kate’s chest heaves and she grips the sheets, looking up at her happily as beads of sweat roll down her breasts. Barbara looks down at her cock, vanishing into Kate’s red, swollen lips. She starts up again vigorously until it feels like her hips and insides are in another dimension, and all Kate can do is let out sharp little squeals like an adult film actress.

Barbara slows down, pushing in firmly.

“Do it inside. Go ahead. It’s fine,” Kate says, the words coming out rushed and breathless.

But Barbara is no longer completely new to this. She has some control. She gives Kate a look.

Kate starts to laugh, and Barbara shoves in, making her shriek and arch her back.

“OK,” Kate says with a giggle. “Show me who’s boss.”

“I will,” Barbara replies, trying not to laugh. “But not because you told me to.”

Kate rolls her eyes and Barbara pulls out, moving up to straddle her.

“Mmm,” Kate moans, reaching between her legs to touch herself.

Barbara hisses through her teeth and jerks her cock, spilling ropes and drops of creamy white all over Kate’s chest.

“Oh god,” she sighs once it’s all out. Underneath her, Kate’s body tenses, and her face screws up in a look of agony as she rubs herself to orgasm.

Barbara flops beside Kate. Together, they gaze at the ceiling.

“Can I kiss you?” Kate asks after a few minutes.

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Can I kiss your boob?”

Barbara snorts. “Fine. But stop talking so I can imagine you're Summer Gleeson.”

Ivy will be moved to Wayne Enterprises tomorrow. Tonight was a near miss; they can’t afford to wait any longer. Barbara Gordon can be there personally to oversee the transition. Or she can go to Arkham and meet with Harley to try to bring her around. The two biggest threats to her plans for Ivy right now are Aki and Harley. She can’t take them both on at once.

Should Barbara go to Arkham in the morning?

Or to Wayne Enterprises?