Dick's reaction

Two days later.

Dick Grayson stood outside Barbara Gordon’s apartment once again, box of chocolate chip cookies in hand this time. They were her favorite, after all. Maybe this would help. Not that he had anything to apologize for. It wasn’t like he did anything wrong. Two days ago, discovering that she had a boyfriend—that boyfriend—had rattled him, sure. But jealousy wasn’t a reason to avoid her.

Plus, he did his research. He did some, ahem, illegal hacking. The dude was squeaky clean. Just some random office worker at Wayne Tech. A literal nobody. Which was good. Nobody was good.

'Better than being evil. Way, way better,' Dick thought.

They were still friends, right? That was the whole point of showing up today. To prove to himself that he could be cool, collected, and not at all hung up about the fact that Barbara Gordon, the woman he’d loved for years, was now dating a guy who had a future in porn if he ever got fired from Wayne Enterprises.

He exhaled and knocked.

Nothing.

Dick frowned and knocked again. Still nothing. He checked his watch. Barbara had mentioned being home this evening when they’d last texted. That was only two days ago.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he tried the doorknob. It turned easily.

‘Unlocked? That’s… weird,’ he thought, stepping inside cautiously.

“Barbara?” he called out, closing the door behind him.

The apartment was silent. Empty.

He stepped into the living room, setting the cookies down on the counter. Everything looked normal—tidy, homey, with a few Gotham City paraphernalia touches. Dick wandered further in, glancing at the photos on the wall.

And there they were.

Pictures of Barbara and Aaron, smiling, laughing. At a park. At some fancy gala. At what looked like a picnic by the water. From the amount of photos and how comfortable they seemed together, Dick guessed they’d been dating for at least six months.

‘How the hell did I not know about this?’ he thought bitterly. ‘Then again, she’s been in Gotham, and I’ve been in Blüdhaven. Still. Half a year?’

The pang of guilt that followed was unwelcome. It wasn’t her job to tell him everything about her life anymore. He turned and found himself in her bedroom. He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't. But...come on, he was a superhero and she was Batgirl. In their line of work, there were always risks. Illusions, hypnosis, anything was possible. Although with every minute he spent here, that seemed increasingly unlikely. There was no Bruce would miss out on this guy for six whole months.

"He's dating the commissioner's daughter. Bruce and Jim wouldn't..."

On the side table of the bed were two letters. One from Bruce, one from Jim. Both congratulating them for a happy one year anniversary.

"One year anniversary? T-they've been together for one year?"

So Barbara, like him, wasn't alone during the previous Valentine's Day. While he hooked up with Starfire, she started dating Aaron. He didn't know. He didn't know that that day, Barbara Gordon went to see him, felt humiliated and like a side-chick, and went to a bar for a drink. Yes, he didn't know it, but this was all because of him. This all happened because Barbara felt like a side-chick. Like a loser. She met the love her life because of Dick Grayson.

In the drawers were more photos of Aaron and Barbara. It was only until he checked the trash bin next to the table that he saw himself: a whole album of Dick and Barbara from what felt like a lifetime ago. They were younger, smiling together at a restaurant in Gotham. He picked the photo album up from the bin.

"Babs, you really threw these out...?"

His heart ached.

And then he heard voices.

“Shit,” he muttered, tossing the album back down into the trash. Footsteps and laughter echoed from the hallway outside. Barbara and Aaron. Oh god. The door knob was moving. Keys were making noise.

Dick’s eyes darted around the room. There was no time to leave without being seen. “Shit, shit, shit,” he hissed, and before he could overthink it, he darted into the closet, sliding the door shut just as the front door opened.

He could clearly hear them in the living room.

“That was fun."

That was Barbara, light and jovial. It was the same time she gave him whenever they had a good date.

Aaron chuckled. “Yeah, but next time, you’re carrying the leftovers. That bag weighed a ton.”

“Heh, you really enjoy your rights as having Batgirl as your girlfriend, hm?”

"Yep. Bench pressing a thousand pounds is hot and sexy and useful."

"Useful, huh? I hope that's not all I am," she shot back, and Dick could hear the sound of her setting something down.

There was a pause, then the soft sound of kissing.

Dick’s heart sank as their footsteps moved toward the bedroom. 'No, no, no. Don’t come in here. Go to the living room. Talk about the weather or… anything else.’

The door creaked open, and suddenly, they were in the room.

Dick held his breath, peeking through the slats of the closet door. Aaron had his arm around Barbara, pulling her close as they kissed again. She was laughing against his lips, her hands sliding up his chest. They had been dressed up. Definitely a fancy date they attended.

"Your balls sure get active this time of night. Are you nocturnal, perhaps?"

"For you? Yes."

Dick wanted to sink into the floor. This was terrible. Every fiber of his being screamed at him to say something, to explain, but how did he even begin to justify this? Hey, Babs, I broke into your apartment to check if your boyfriend is worthy of you and now I’m hiding in your closet watching your foreplay. Totally normal.

Barbara tugged Aaron toward the bed, and Dick’s face burned as she began pulling him down.

‘Oh god. Oh no. Oh, come on!’

Aaron’s shirt hit the floor and Dick squeezed his eyes shut. He had to get out of here. He couldn’t sit through this.

As Barbara’s giggles filled the room, Dick fumbled for his phone. Maybe he could call someone and find out a way to get out...

Oh fuck. No signal.

'Right, it's Barbara's apartment. She has a hacker barrier thing that stops people from making calls from here. Shit!'

Thump.

Aaron Reigner threw Barbara Gordon onto the bed, her crimson hair splaying out against the sheets like wildfire. She gasped, her hands instinctively reaching for him, but he was already on her, his body pressing hers into the mattress with a primal urgency that left her breathless.

“Aaron—” she started, but his lips silenced her, hot and demanding. His hands were everywhere—gripping her wrists, sliding down her sides, and finally, squeezing that ass.

Dick wished those were his fingers digging into them.

Both Barbara and Dick could see the new boyfriend's cock, thick and hard against her stomach, even through his pants. Thirteen inches of pure, unrelenting desire that stretched forward impossibly. Without knowing it, Aaron showed how big he was to not just Barbara Gordon but her ex-boyfriend. The difference between the two men was vast. Heavy balls and a long, veiny pole that did not seem to be bogged down by the laws of physics.

Dick already knew it but this man was a stud.

“Ready?" His eyes locked onto hers, intense and unyielding, as if daring her to look away. But she couldn’t—wouldn’t. There was something magnetic about the way he held her gaze, something that made her feel owned in the best possible way.

No hesitation. No thoughts about another woman. Unlike Dick Grayson.

He yanked off her panties in one swift motion. Barbara moaned, arching her back as his fingers found her wetness, already slick and **** for him. “God, you’re soaked,” he murmured, circling her clit with just enough pressure to make her whimper. “Already fucking dripping for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, Aaron, I need—I need—”

Before she could finish, he was unbuckling his belt, freeing himself from his jeans. Her eyes widened as his cock sprang free, fully erect and massive. Thirteen inches of throbbing, veined perfection, so big it almost seemed unreal.

"That's his cock...? B-but that's not..." Smile, Dick Grayson. Smile and laugh and brush off the fact that your ex-girlfriend was about to get thoroughly trashed. "Haah...Babs..."

Dick Grayson had been good—great, even—but this? This was something else entirely. Something divine.

“Fuck,” Barbara breathed. “It’s—you’re—“

“Big?” he finished for her. “Come on, you say that every time.”

And she meant it every time.

"I-it's because...

No, no, no...!