BAE Chapter 33

“Where are we going?” Kate asks.

“You said that you wanted into the cave.”

“Don’t we have more to do?”

“Not our here.” Barbara sets the autopilot and relaxes in her seat. “Alfred, we’re coming in.”

“Would you like me to take any precautions?” he asks, speaking directly to her earpiece. Bruce dealt with Kate in costume, just enough to keep her in line. He never brought her home or let her in on any secrets, although he had supplied her with equipment and a bike. Barbara has to change that. Not because she wants to, but because she has to. Kate saved Barbara’s life tonight. Bruce had Dick, then Jason, then Tim. And Barbara, Kate, Helena, and others along the way. Barbara will need someone. She doesn’t have to like it, she just has to accept it.

“Can you keep secrets?” she asks Kate tiredly.

“I spent twelve years in the closet. And I haven’t told anyone your identity, have I?”

“I don’t know, have you?”

“No, I have not.”

“Gonna let me into the clubhouse?”

“Only if you shut up right now,” Barbara promises.

BAE

To be fair, entering the cave in the plane is the most impressive way to do it. Kate stays cocky through the process, climbing out of the plane and pulling off her cowl. She takes in the vast cavern and its rooms, platforms, and walkways.

“Man cave,” she says, making a face. “Literally. Hey. Where are you going?” she asks as she sees Barbara hurrying away, struggling with her costume.

“I’m taking a shower!” Barbara calls back irritably.

“Great. Me too. I smell like gunpowder.”

“No.” Barbara turns and points a gloved, warning finger at Kate. “You don’t. You make yourself at home. We’ll get to work in a minute.” With that, she hustles into the huge, black, marble shower and out of sight. There, she wrestles with her costume. The steroid is doing its thing again, but so is Alfred’s excellent costume engineering. The result of a huge, angry erection in the costume is a lot of pain. Barbara peels out of it and her cock bounces out, thicker and harder than she’s ever seen it.

She’s sore from the exertion, but having it free makes her feel so much better. That was agony in the suit. She’ll have to talk to Alfred about it. That won’t be awkward at all.

“Whoa!”

Barbara turns to see Kate’s mask fall to the floor. Kate’s eyes are wide.

“I told you to stay!” Barbara snaps.

“I thought you were hiding an injury. I didn’t think you were hiding that,” Kate says, blushing and covering her mouth. She stifles a guffaw. “Oh my gosh. Hey, no judgment. Action excites me too.”

“It’s not that! It’s the **** I’m taking.”

“Hell of a ****.”

“Are you done?” Barbara asks, trying to cover it.

“I guess,” Kate replies with a shrug. “But the cat’s out of the bag, so I can clean up too. I mean, your goth shower is big enough for like Croc, Solomon, and Bane to play twister, so no complaining.” With that, she starts to peel off her costume. “So is Batman dead or what?”

“I don’t know,” Barbara replies, standing there uncertainly. She’s naked and still covering her penis. She could turn away and bathe, but she just watches Kate undress. That’s not lost on Kate, who throws down the last of her uniform to stand naked.

Barbara still isn’t used to looking at women this way. There are all these things that she would never have noticed before the Seed attack, like the size and shape of Kate’s nipples and her fleshy, puffy vulva.

Kate walks over with a curious look on her face. She stands in front of Barbara with her hand on her hip, looking expectant.

“Are you OK?” she asks. “I thought you brought me because you wanted my help.”

“Not with this,” Barbara tells her waspishly.

Kate folds her arms and Barbara looks away from the way that pushes Kate’s breasts together. “That’s not what Batdick is saying. I mean, I assume that’s what we’re naming it.”

Barbara smiles, blushing harder. “Oh my gosh. Can you not? I brought you here to talk about work.”

“Can’t talk about work like that.”

“Kate,” Barbara snaps, forcing herself to meet the other woman’s eyes. “This isn’t as simple for me as it is for you.”

“Because you don’t date women,” Kate replies, cutting her off. “It’s weird and uncomfortable. I can see that. You don’t have to tell me.” She moves closer and Barbara shivers. The cave is, of course, always cold and they’re naked. “But it’s exciting too. And you don’t have to talk me into it. I told you.” She smirks and looks down at herself. Her nipples are erect and her body is covered in goosebumps. “Action kind of does it for me. And you know what? Most showers have water. Hot water,” she adds.

Barbara reaches out with her free hand and hits the controls, filling the shower with steam and streams of hot water.

“That’s more like it,” Kate says, using both hands to push her hair out of her face. She sees the way that Barbara watches. “Still not going down, huh?”

“How is it supposed to with you here like this?”

“So I’m the problem now? Whatever.”

Barbara watches the water running down Kate’s smooth body.

“I get it,” Kate says. “You won’t ask for sexual favors. I’ll make it easy for you.” She turns her back on Barbara, bends slightly, and puts her hands on the black marble. She turns and looks over her shoulder. “Besides, who walks away from a dick like that? Nobody’s that gay.”

Barbara scowls at her. Kate laughs, then bends deeper and reaches back with one hand to pull her buttock and offer an even more explicit view.

Barbara swallows. Water pours on her, but she’s all nerves. There are so many thoughts that feel alien. She’s self-conscious about the erection and the fact that Kate can see right through her. She’s thinking about how she’s never looked at a woman from this angle, but was this what Dick saw when they did it from behind? It’s embarrassing.

“Stop thinking,” Kate says, and Barbara twitches.

“Stop looking.”

“Sure thing, princess.” Kate faces the wall.

Barbara’s pride comes to the rescue. She approaches Kate, hesitates, then reaches between Kate’s legs to make sure she’s ready. She is.

“That’s it,” Kate says without looking back. The tip of her middle finger is slowly rubbing the hood of her clit. So she’s taking care of herself.

Body full of tension, Barbara positions her cock and slides it in. Kate takes it with a sigh. Barbara doesn’t know what to do with her hands. She rests them on Kate’s shapely hips. The sight of water pouring on Kate’s smooth back and round ass amplifies the pleasure. There’s a hint of guilt. Is she supposed to feel this way with another woman? Is it supposed to be this exciting?

Kate looks back. “Who knew that Batgirl was such a pussy?” she asks.

That snaps Barbara out of her paralysis and thoughts. A vein throbs in her forehead, and she thrusts, smacking her pelvis into Kate’s ass hard enough to make her gasp.

“There you go,” Kate says, a decidedly husky, slutty note in her voice. “That’s the Batgirl that every boy in Gotham jerks off to.”

There’s only one way to shut her up. Barbara ignores the soreness in her body and puts her hips to work. After the athletic feats that she performs as Batgirl, this is easy. Rapidly slapping flesh drowns out her panting breaths and Kate’s grunts of satisfaction in the steamy shower, but not for long. It hits so suddenly and acutely that Barbara is taken off guard.

“Hah!” Her fingernails bite into Kate’s pale skin and her knees wobble. She holds still, eyes shut, feeling her cock throb achingly inside Kate’s hot depths.