Barbara Gordon- A bit of both

Well, he was in Gotham as part of his re-acclimation to his memories anyways, he might as well go for the girl who was closest. A half-hour driving through back streets and backtracking to hide his tracks and throw off any potential followers lead him to the Clock Tower, the on and off headquarters of Barbara's alias Oracle and her team the Birds of Prey. When he last saw Barbara a few days ago when he first got his memories back this was where she told him he could find her if he needed to talk to without Bruce or anyone else getting in the way. A bit presumptuous of her to think talking to her wouldn't be problematic in its own way, but it was a nice offer nonetheless.

She hadn't given him a code but the intercom worked just fine. "Babs? You in?" He asked into the mic.

"Dick?" Yeah, she was in. "I've buzzed you in, come on up." There was no actual buzz of course, that would have been too obvious, but there was a subtle click that he was sure was only heard because it was meant to be that told him the door was now unlocked.

He spent the elevator ride up to the hub taking deep breaths and thinking about how he wanted to play things. He trusted his father's journals, he trusted his word, but the magic ring working was still slightly suspect. His first world-altering statement would have to be something he could play off if the ring didn't work. He made up his mind just before the doors opened up to reveal Barbara's waiting form dressed in a casual dark blue well fitting t-shirt and straight black jeans.

"You ready to talk?" The redhead asked hopefully but cautiously.

Dick swallowed and nodded, "Yeah uh. I- I remembered something and wanted to ask if it wasn't just a figment of my imagination." He lied. She looked like she was going to say something but he hurried on before she had the chance to. "You recorded us having sex right? Whenever we did it at your place?" He knew for a fact that she didn't, she had always considered it too much of a risk because of the probability of one of them being compromised in some way and using the recordings against the other.

Barbara blushed lightly but nodded, "Uh, yeah. I mean we were at your place more often than not, but I still have a good collection." She admitted. Looks like the ring really did work as advertised. "Did you want to see them?" She asked.

He shook his head, "Not right now no... but you were watching them just now weren't you? Before I called up?" Her blushed deepened in response. "Thought so. Let me guess, it was one of the one's where you were wearing a collar?" He broke off to chuckle slightly, "Though I guess that doesn't really help narrow it down much huh?"

A small smile pulled at the heroine's lips as her fingers came up to trace along her neck, "No I guess it doesn't."

A matching smile grew on Dick's face. He might have only just begun to use the power of the ring but he was already hooked. "Do you remember a while back when we were engaged," and wow was that really awkward to, usually he, Kori, and Barbara tended to ignore the near weddings in their past, "how you brought up the idea of being a love-**** for me full time? That you wanted to be submissive to me and always open to be used however I wanted?"

Her breath hitched even as her head began to nod, her eyes shining with anticipation as the new memory of her desire to be not only his lover but his sex **** cemented itself in her head. If Dick had to guess he'd say that she now also remembered them either shelving the idea for some reason or him turning her down, but that wasn't really relevant was it? "Well I've decided that we should put that idea into practice. From now on, you are mine and mine alone to do with as I please." His smile became a smirk, "Now before you lose yourself in happiness and arousal over your new place in life I want you to go put on the collar you keep here to help you masturbate, one of the ones that says '**** to Dick' on it. From now on you are going to wear one of those whenever you aren't on active duty as Batgirl or I tell you otherwise." He ordered.

Barbara almost started crying with joy at his words and feverishly nodded before darting across the lounge room the elevator opened into toward the command area where thanks to Dick's words now no doubt also held the aforementioned collar. All the while Dick watched her retreating form, or more accurately he watched her bouncing butt as her fast movements made it jump inside the far too concealing jeans she was wearing. It wasn't the visually or physically best ass he had ever fucked objectively, but that didn't change the fact that it was still a very sexy ass. And now it was once again all his, and it was permanent this time.

'I wish I went through Dad's stuff sooner.' The acrobat thought to himself wistfully, walking fully into the lounge area as he did. How many stakeouts could have been made less mindnumbing by asking Babs to suck him off while they waited? How many unwanted breakups and dryspells could have been prevented?... How many repeat offenders could have been reformed or redirected with a single statement?

So many possibilities...

So lost in thought was he that it was almost like he barely had time to blink before Barbara was already coming back. She had done more than just put on the collar he had told her to grab, which he noticed was a thin black leather one that had the phrase he mentioned on a metal band across her jugular, she had also changed her outfit. Her jeans and shirt were gone, the only things in there place being a matching set of dark red underwear, not a lacy set or anything but a functional set that had its own kind of appeal. But that wasn't the best part. No, the best part was that while she was in the other room she had put on her helmet like Batgirl cowl, nonverbally telling him that both parts of his life, even the more powerful Batgirl part, was his love ****.

"How do I look?" She cooed, slightly cocking her hip and sticking out her chest. It was usually a very unBarbara thing to do, but it wasn't the first time she had done something like it and just like all those times before the posing held a promise for something very, very enjoyable to soon come.