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Gotham Lovin'	By : Jayrich Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 10119 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Gotham Lovin’

“You had sex with him?”

Barbara Gordon holds her cell phone to her ear and leans forward, jaw dropped in shock as she sits on a park bench at the campus of Gotham University. In her other arm are several school books, all about to be returned after a night of frustration & studying. On the other end of the line is Kara Kent, who’s just revealed her pleasurable “adventure” with Jimmy Olsen.

“No offense Kara…but wouldn’t you break him in half?” Barbara asks.

“That’s the thing.” Kara replies from the other end. “The Kryptonite rock he used to get powers and battle Parasite, it left the powers in him. Just long enough for me to have the night of my life.”

“He’s that good?” Barbara inquires with a hint of surprise.

“Well, it’s not like I’m able to be with others.” Kara explains. “But Jimmy certainly knew what he was doing. I don’t think I can go back to those vibrators again.”

Intrigued, Barbara sits back on the bench, ready to tell her super-friend to reveal all, unfortunately their conversation is interrupted by the loud tolling of school bells. The end of classes has come, and Barbara has a schedule to keep.

“Great, I gotta go.” She says dejectedly, standing up and straightening the books in her arm. “But tell me more later, I wanna hear every single detail.”

Flipping her phone close, she drops it back into her purse and walks down a concrete path leading off campus grounds. Taking her books into both arms, she reflects on her schedule for tonight. Without classes for the next few days, she can put off studying and go to the celebrity after-party for Cassidy, who’s returned to Gotham for the first time since the Firefly incident. Speaking of villains, she’ll also have more free time to do patrols of the city as Batgirl, something she’s missed sorely. But as she walks the streets of downtown Gotham, in the back of her mind Kara’s words still linger.

“Jimmy Olsen? I can’t believe it.” She says to herself. “Who knew that he knew his way around the sack?” Barbara begins to be intrigued by the idea as she smiles and bites down gently on her lower lip. Holding her books closer to her chest, she lets her mind wonder, daydreaming about what she would do to the young photographer. How she’d loom over him and tease, just before giving him the night of his life. The mere thought of it starts to arouse Barbara, to the point where she immediately has to change the subject. And like a cold shower, she turns her thoughts towards that of crime fighting.

At That Very Moment…

Several miles away, in Downtown Gotham, Jimmy Olsen walks out of a towering skyscraper following after Ron Troupe, the new reporter working for the Daily Planet. The tower is actually headquarters for The Gotham Inquirer, sister newspaper of the Planet. The two have been sent to Gotham to cover a Celebrity party being thrown later tonight.

“I still don’t know why Perry sent us to cover the Cassidy party.” Jimmy says.

“And I don’t know why you’re complaining.” Ron tells him. “This is like a vacation Jimmy, especially considering our last three stories involved Superman fighting some psychopath with us running for cover.”

“I guess you’re right.” Jimmy agrees. “It is nice to do a story that doesn’t involve the words ‘world-in-danger’.

“Now you’re talking.” Ron says. “Plus, we get to rub elbows with celebrities and hobnob with Hollywood’s hottest. Now come on, Lucy wanted me to get a few words with them.”

Ron waves his hand out in the street, calling for a taxi. After a moment, a yellow cab pulls up to the two and they hop in. As they ride off in the cab towards they’re destination, they’re unaware of the eyes watching them from the shadows. A large man stands hunched over, watching as the cab turns the corner. There’s evil intent within his eyes, as he knows there’s a good chance he could be seeing those two again.

Later That Night…

It’s 9:45pm, and the Iceberg Lounge is the hottest spot to be in Gotham tonight. A wild after-party featuring the singer Cassidy is being thrown in her honor. Many of Gotham’s elite have shown up, including dozens of celebrities. Scattered through the crowd of famous faces is one that usually hides behind a mask…Barbara Gordon. Wearing a black dress with matching heels, she’s there due to her father not being a fan of Night Clubs.

“Whoa…so many stars here…” She says to herself, becoming a little star-struck. Her attention deviates towards the amount of celebrities that surround her, which leads to an accidental bump into Jimmy Olsen.

“OOMPH!!!”

She drops her purse onto the floor, but Jimmy is quick to grab it and hand it back to her. “Sorry about that.” He says. “Guess I got a little caught up with taking pictures.”

“No problem.” Barbara answers. “I was a little distracted, too.”

“So, one of Cassidy’s celebrity friends?” Jimmy asks, holding up his camera to take a photo.

“Actually, I’m here on behalf of Gotham PD.” She tells him. Jimmy develops a confused look as Barbara holds out her hand. “Barbara Gordon, daughter of the Commissioner.”

“OH!” Jimmy says, grabbing & shaking her hand. “Sorry, you just have movie star look and…”

“Hey, Olsen!” Jimmy’s conversation is invaded by Ron, who pulls him away. “You’re supposed to be taking some up close shots of Cassidy. Get a move on, kid!”

As Jimmy is dragged away towards the stage, Barbara wears a flattered grin on her face. “Movie star, huh?” She says to herself. “Well, he does have the charm Kara was talking about. Doesn’t look like a stud though, but I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.”

Over at the stage area, Cassidy is posing for the cameras, with Jimmy’s joining in. Her party is to celebrate the release of her latest album, and it’s the first time she’s stepped foot in Gotham since her last appearance, which gave birth to Firefly, an ex-boyfriend that made her life a living hell until Batman stepped in.

“You getting some good snaps, Olsen?” Ron asks.

“Oh, yeah!” Jimmy answers, still taking his photos as he begins to sweat. “Man, for a place called ‘The Iceberg Lounge’, they sure do crank up the heat.”

He takes a couple more snapshots, before the heat becomes almost unbearable. Turning away from the stage, he wipes the sweat from his forehead when…

WHOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF!!!!

Fire erupts from the makeshift moat surrounding the stage. Everyone in attendance is horrified by this, except for Barbara, who decides it’s best to find a quick cover. Cassidy finds herself trapped with a real-life firewall circling her, and doesn’t like it.

“What the…Manny, this isn’t fucking funny!” She yells to her manager. But she quickly realizes this isn’t a joke when a familiar figure steps through the wall of flames…Firefly.

“You…no…Stay away from me!” She says, before tripping on her heels and falling down. The firewall lowers back to the ground as Firefly looms closer to her.

“Is that any way to treat your old flame?” He asks.

“Yeah, if she wants to see you snuffed out!”

Firefly turns to his left and is brutally kicked off the stage, courtesy of a swinging Batgirl. She retracts her bat-grapple and lands beside Cassidy as Firefly turns on his rocket pack, to prevent a crash landing.

“Looks like there’s gonna be some action after all.” Jimmy says, snapping photos of Batgirl & Firefly.

“Batgirl…I should’ve expected to see you here. But where’s your boss?” Firefly asks, referring to Batman.

“Out on business.” Batgirl quips back. “And you’re about to be out of consciousness.”

Sprinting forward, she leaps from the stage with her legs outstretched, nailing Firefly with a dropkick that sends him flying backwards. He quickly recovers though, using his rocket pack to stop his momentum. Batgirl charges forward for another attack, but Firefly decides to end it by drawing his flamethrower. Aiming it at the dark heroine, he opens fire, unleashing a beam of concentrated fire at her. She quickly flips out of the way and goes on the move, as Firefly sets ablaze everything in his path to get to her. Meanwhile, everyone else scrambles for their life, searching for the nearest exit to escape the rapidly-spreading inferno. That is, everyone but Jimmy Olsen.

Staying behind, he snaps photos of the ‘heated’ battle, until Ron grabs his attention by grabbing him. “Are you nuts, Olsen?” He barks at the photographer. “The whole building’s coming down! Let’s go!”

Seeing the fire rising up around him, Jimmy agrees and follows Ron to the main exit. The two are the only ones in the club beside Batgirl & Firefly, and they don’t intend on that lasting for long. Ron rushes out of the doors first, but as Jimmy follows…

“UUUHHHHNNNN!!!”

The groan comes from Batgirl. Jimmy turns and watches as she’s knocked back into a corner by an explosion caused from Firefly. A moment later, one side of a support beam from the roof crashes down and covers her, preventing her from standing.

“How fortunate…” Firefly gloats, ready to finish the job, until he spots Cassidy running up the rear stairs to escape. “Almost forgot, I got bigger fish to fry. I’m afraid I’ll just have to let you burn.”

With a sinister laugh, he ignites his rocket pack and zooms after his ex, leaving Batgirl in a trapped state…and Jimmy. Instantly his mind flashes back to when Supergirl needed help, to when she was on the verge of death, and no one was there to step in and help…no one but him. He doesn’t think about his actions, he doesn’t have to. With all the speed he can muster, he dashes towards the fallen heroine, leaping over flames and narrowly dodging falling, fiery debris until he reaches her. He then grabs the beam and slowly pulls it away from her, far enough to give her space to escape. Once it’s far enough, he grabs Batgirl’s shoulders and tries to shake her awake.

“Come on Batgirl, wake up!” He pleads.

“Wh-what…?”

His act of heroism pays off, as Batgirl’s eyes slowly drift open, just in time to catch a glimpse of the ceiling directly above them. A portion of which is about to fall on top of them.

“JIMMY, MOVE!!!!”

Putting her skilled agility & quickness to use, she grabs hold of Jimmy and leaps out of the way, just as the chunk of the ceiling comes crashing down in a blaze. The two land a way’s away from the fiery rubble, and their eyes meet. For a second, time slows down for the two and they share a moment. But it’s short lived when Batgirl remembers the task at hand.

“Come on!” She says, standing up and pulling Jimmy to his feet. “Follow me to the roof. There’s a fire escape you can use to get out!”

“Got it.” Jimmy follows right after her, both dashing up the stairs to reach the roof. Once on the top floor, they spot Cassidy cowering in fear as Firefly aims his flamethrower at her. He slowly stalks her as she tries to crawl away, mocking her and teasing the fact that he could pull the trigger at any second. The teasing ends though when a batarang connects with his head.

“GAH!”

Firefly turns in the direction it came from, and barely avoids a flying kick from Batgirl. The two then engage in close-quarters combat, with Batgirl beginning to break down the pyromaniac. Clubbing blows to his body begin to weaken him to the point where he becomes desperate. Batgirl keeps the battle close, laying in shot after shot onto the psycho, until he finally collapses, grabbing her by the waist to hold himself up. Annoyed, she flips him off of her and prepares to finish the battle, until a loud beeping crosses her ears. She looks around the roof area for the source, as the beeping speed increases. Across the roof though, Jimmy spots the source…Firefly attached a grenade to her cape. His warning doesn’t reach her, and the grenade explodes.

“BATGIRL!!!”

Her specialized insulated suit protects her from the fire damage, but the force of the explosion is enough to knock her near unconsciousness, as she lands right new to a cowering Cassidy…and right in front of Firefly.

“It looks like barbequed Bat just joined the menu…” He says, aiming his flamethrower at the distressed females.

Jimmy begins to panic as a strong sense of Déjà vu overwhelms him. In his mind, he replays the day Parasite had Supergirl at his mercy, and was ready to end it right there. He doesn’t want it to happen again. Looking around frantically, he spots two items that just might help him at this moment, a lead pipe, and Batgirl’s batarang. Grabbing the batarang, he rears back and flings it forcefully at the fiery foe. And luck is revealed to be on Jimmy’s side, as the batarang cuts the gas line to Firefly’s flamethrower.

“What the hell…?” He notices the cut line before pulling the trigger and turns to see how it happened, when he’s met with a steel pipe upside his head. Jimmy begins to wail on the stunned villain, clobbering him hard enough to create a loud ‘clang’ with each strike. Unfortunately, Firefly’s helmet provides enough protection so as to prevent a concussion. He takes the blows, waiting patiently until Jimmy reveals an opening. Once he does, Firefly strikes with a hard uppercut to the gut, one that causes Jimmy to immediately drop the lead pipe.

And that’s where luck abandons Jimmy Olsen, for as he takes a stumbled step back, holding his gut, Firefly presents him with an incineration bomb…just inches from his face.

“Burn…”

Jimmy covers his face, just as it explodes.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!”

The force of the blast knocks Jimmy several feet into the air, before he lands brutally on his back, holding his face in blinding pain. The sound of his scream is enough to bring Batgirl back to consciousness; and the first thing she sees is Jimmy rolling around in pain, signs of smoke coming from his arms & face. She then immediately turns to Firefly, knowing he’s responsible.

“You…SICK…”

She doesn’t finish, and she doesn’t have to. She lets her action finish the sentence for her. As Firefly turns, he becomes the recipient of a devastating rising knee to his chin & neck, one that flips him over and mid-air, before landing on his face. The sound of blood gurgling and strained breathing come from his helmet now, as he struggles back to his feet, much the worse for wear.

“You’re…gonna pay…for that…bat-bitch!” He gurgles, slowly raising his flamethrower to fire. But as he aims it, Batgirl spots the gasoline trickling from the cut hose that Jimmy created. She also spots that most of his lower body is now glistening, covered in the gasoline. One spark could turn him into the worst definition of a fireman.

“WAIT! LYNNS, DON’T DO IT!!!”

He doesn’t listen and pulls the trigger. And for that, he burns.

“RRRROOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!”

His legs ignite almost instantly, the heat of the flames felt even through his suit. They spread to his torso, wrapping around to his back, and that’s where they come in contact with Firefly’s jetpack. With a large explosion, he rockets from the roof, his entire body now engulfed in flames. Batgirl & Cassidy can only watch in shock as his path becomes a death-arc, stretching from the roof of the Iceberg Lounge to an abandoned warehouse across the street. Firefly crashes through the side of the building, and a moment later, the warehouse itself erupts in a large, loud explosion. As smoke fills the sky, Batgirl is confident in know that, whatever Firefly’s fate, he won’t be a threat for a long time. He won’t hurt anyone. Hurt…anyone…

“JIMMY!!!”

Dashing across the roof, she slides down on her knees to Jimmy’s side. He’s ceased his rolling and movement in general, but his arms still cover his face. Reluctantly, Batgirl pries them apart to assess the damage…and discovers luck was still with Mr. Olsen. Though his face is almost severely reddened, there’s no sign of serious injury or burn. The bomb that blasted in Jimmy’s face must’ve been a weak one, and both of them are happy about it. With some help from Cassidy, Batgirl’s able to lift Jimmy to his feet, just as the door to the roof busts open.

“BATGIRL!!!”

Barbara turns her head to see her father, Commissioner James Gordon, rush towards her. He’s flanked by Detective Harvey Bullock, Lt. Renee Montoya and several of Gotham’s finest to wear the badge. “Where’s Firefly?”

“Over there…” Batgirl points to the now blazing inferno that was the abandoned warehouse. And as the fire trucks pull up in front of it on the street, Gordon realizes he has his work cut out for him.

Putting a cigar in his mouth, he pulls out a match and lights it, as he watches over the blaze. “We’re gonna need the forensics team for this one.”

“Heh, with some sticks and marshmallows.” Harvey adds with a chuckle, before he’s elbowed hard in the gut by Montoya.

“We got a medical team coming up for Cassidy and…is that…Olsen?” Gordon walks over to the injured Jimmy, who’s barely standing as Batgirl holds him up. “How’s he involved in all this?”

“You…know me, sir…gotta get…the best photos…” Jimmy wearily answers with a grin. His smile hides the intense pain he’s in, though.

“Hrrmmph! You media types are all the same.” Gordon scolds. “You’re just as bad as when Lane comes into town to try to interview Batman. BULLOCK! Call for another…”

“I’ll handle it.”

Gordon turns to Batgirl, a little shocked about her offer. “His burns are worse than you know. I’ll take him to someone that can handle it better…no offense.”

Gordon doesn’t take any. Countless times Batman and his Gotham Knights have saved residents of Gotham, so he trusts her. Just then, out of the dark sky, a large vehicle which hovers above the roof comes into view. It’s the Batplane, and it’s come for Batgirl. As a small hatch under the place slides open, Barbara pulls out a batgrapple and fires it into the opening. From there, she retracts the line and pulls herself up into the plane, with Jimmy in tow.

“By the way Commissioner, anyone ever tell you those cigars are bad for your health?”

“Yeah, my daught—!” He stops in mid-statement and turns towards Batgirl, only to find her gone. A moment later, the Batplane soars off into the night, leaving Gotham’s Commissioner with a strange déjà vu feeling. But he quickly shakes it off and returns to instructing his police force.

Later That Night…

“While I applaud your need to assure his health, Miss Barbara…”

With a washcloth in hand, Alfred Pennyworth walks out of Bruce Wayne’s bedroom, where Jimmy Olsen currently resides, resting on his bed. Barbara stands outside of the room, still in hero attire. “…I must tell you Master Bruce disapproves of members of the media in Wayne Manor…especially those who specialize in photography.”

Barbara grins back at the good butler. “Don’t worry Alfred, he’ll never get near the Batcave.” Alfred grins back as she turns her attention towards Jimmy. “So how’s he doing?”

“The burns will heal over time.” Alfred tells her. “The lad is lucky, I’ve seen Master Bruce after his encounters with Firefly, and I know his burns could’ve been much worse.”

“Yeah…” Barbara agrees. “…and to think, he wouldn’t had even got them if he hadn’t tried to save me. Cassidy said he took on Firefly with just a lead pipe.”

Alfred chuckles to himself upon hearing that. “And who says the youth cannot be heroic.” He then glances up at the grandfather clock and notices the time. “Well, I’m afraid that I can’t enjoy the ungodly hours as much as you & Master Bruce, so I’m off to bed. But remember Miss Barbara, young Olsen needs his rest.”

Barbara nods her head in agreement, and wishes the good butler a good night as he retreats back into his room. Barbara is about to do the same as she prepares to take off her mask, when Jimmy’s groan crosses her ears. Turning into the room, she spots the young photographer rolling over, waking from unconsciousness. Deciding to keep her secrecy, she tugs her mask back on and enters the room. There’s no light, and it’s that way purposely since it is Bruce’s room. Pictures of him and his parents still adorn the wall, and it would be a big giveaway if Jimmy saw any of them.

“Uhn…what happened?” He opens his eyes to blurriness, but his vision sharpens to reveal Batgirl standing over him.

“You were hurt.” She explains in a tone that is eerily similar to the Dark Knight’s.

“O…K, but why the handcuffs?” Jimmy refers to the two batcuffs which have chain both of his wrists to Bruce’s bedpost.

“For your protection.” She explains, keeping the demeanor. “One of Firefly’s flash bombs hit you. You suffered some burns but they’ve been treated. I brought you here, where you’ll be safe.”

“And where exactly is here?” Jimmy asks.

“Uhh…” Batgirl begins to stumble, as she can’t think of a believable lie. Jimmy, however, has his own guess.

“Wait a minute, is this the Batcave?”

Batgirl smirks at that suggestion. “And why would you think that? You’re not inside a cave.”

“Well, I…thought it was just a name…” Jimmy admits.

“You know, most members of the press would rather report the story than become part of it.”

“Yeah, and I don’t blame them…” Jimmy responds. “…but, when you were lying there…I just couldn’t stand there and do nothing. I…been in that situation before, and I had to act.”

Batgirl nods her head, understanding Jimmy’s actions more than he knows. Just earlier that day Kara told her of his actions that saved her, and where they led. Now she’s witnessed the former first-hand, with the latter not far behind.

“Alfred’s right, he does have a heroic side to him.” Barbara thinks. “And he does look good lying there helpless and…what? No, I can’t think like that.” Shocked that the thought even entered her mind, she tries to shake it from her head. “I mean, he’s a member of the press, for crying out loud. I can’t really consider this…can I?”

Though she denies it to herself, the consideration still resides in her head. It doesn’t help that Jimmy is lying on the bed, handcuffed and weak from the blast. Basically, he’s left almost completely helpless…a kink Batgirl is finding herself becoming aroused by. Dick would never go for a set up like this, and Bruce…well, Barbara just didn’t have the nerve. But Jimmy Olsen…

She bites her bottom lip, trying desperately to resist the urge to kiss him, to rub against him, to basically ravage the young photographer to her heart’s content. But like the Riddler going toe-to-toe with Batman, it’s a losing battle.

Meanwhile, Jimmy begins to feel uncomfortable; both by the awkward silence, and his position on the bed. “Uh, no offense, but could you loosen these cuffs? See, I got an itch and—MMMMPPHHHHH!!!!!!!!”

An itch gets scratched, but it’s not Jimmy’s. Barbara nearly suffocates his lips with hers as she leans in and kisses him passionately. She leans into it, nearly climbing on top of Jimmy, her inner thigh rubbing against his package. She begins to lose herself in the moment, even as her mind fights to stop it.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” She mentally tells herself. “I can’t do this! I can’t…I…”

She tries to will herself from her carnal urges, when something slightly unexpected happens…Jimmy begins to kiss her back. What was once a moment of shock has now excited the young photographer, and even with his arms restrained, he begins to enjoy the moment. Their mouths move in unison, working up and down as Barbara begins to suck on Jimmy’s bottom lip. Soon, she finds herself straddled onto him, locked in a deep makeout. They separate their lips long enough to gasp & moan, before pushing them together again. The makeout lasts for minutes, and begins to pump blood to a certain part of Jimmy’s body. Barbara begins to feel his bulge growing in his khakis, and pulls back, breaking the kiss.

“Wh-what’s wrong?” Jimmy asks, confused. “I…I kinda liked where that was going?”

“I know.” Barbara confesses. “I did too, it’s just…” She sighs hard, and reflects back to the moments Kara told her about over the phone. “I don’t want you to get any ideas about where this is going, Jimmy. I mean, I’m a superhero…”

“No, I get it.” Jimmy interrupts, surprising Barbara with his response. “Hell, after running through a burning building and nearly being blown up, I really want this…even if it’s just for one night.”

At this moment in time, Barbara can’t help but to smile. Jimmy understands. The stress of the situation, the consequences, Jimmy understands it. And it helps her move forward. Leaning down, she gives him a gentle kiss on the lips, while also reaching into her utility belt. She then backs away, and pulls out a batarang with two razor-sharp edges.

“Then we should make this night more enjoyable.” She says, bringing the batarang close to his chest. She then pulls up a part of his t-shirt and begins to rip it open down to its base, exposing his bare chest.

“How about we play a game?” She suggests.

“A…a game?” Jimmy repeats.

“Just to get the moment going…” She tells him, standing up in the bed over Jimmy. She then grabs her tight leather bottoms and pulls them down, over her boots, and all the way off. And all Jimmy can do is grin and thank his lucky stars as he looks up at a bottomless Batgirl.

“If you’re good, I take away the cuffs, and you can have me anyway you want.” She proposes. “But if you’re bad…the cuffs stay on. Deal?”

Eager to play, Jimmy nods his head in excitement, which widens the grin on Barbara’s face. She starts off the game by pulling up on her top, exposing her perky, bare breasts. She then leans closer to Jimmy, almost burying his face in her bosom.

“Start sucking, baby…”

Jimmy doesn’t have to be told twice. Starting on her left nipple, he wraps his lips around the areola and begins to suck on it.

“AHH…” Barbara moans in pleasure, biting her lower lip. It’s been so long since someone has paid special attention to her body like this, and she begins to revel in elation. Jimmy works on her left breast for a little longer, before switching over to her right, bringing the same result from Batgirl.

“Oh god…yeah…” She moans. “Bite it, Jimmy. Come on…”

That request catches the photographer off guard, but he complies, and gently clamps down on it. Batgirl grimaces with joy, and when Jimmy releases his hold, she backs away and starts fondling her love pillows. Both nipples are now fully erect, and Barbara’s well on her way to becoming fully aroused.

“Ohh…you’re a good boy.” She tells him. “A very good boy…”

Wanting to reward him, she scoots back lower on Jimmy’s body and begins to unbuckle his pants. She fully loosens them and pulls them down, along with his boxers, bringing his hardening cock out into the open. It’s not the biggest Barbara’s ever seen, especially having laid with Dick Grayson, but she definitely wouldn’t kick him out of bed. She then straddles his cock, and starts grinding herself against it, her attempt to get it harder.

“Oh man, that feels so good…” He utters.

“I know it does, baby…” Barbara replies. Reaching up, she grabs the batcuff on Jimmy’s right arm and unlocks it, freeing that arm. Jimmy responds by pulling the night heroine close and planting his lips on hers. It’s a kiss she more than welcomes, as evident by her tongue invading his mouth. They trade ‘tongue lashings’ as Jimmy lets his right hand roam, until it reaches Barbara’s heart-shaped backside. He sinks his fingers into it, groping it so lovingly he causes Barbara to push forward more, cocking her head to the side as she keeps their lips locked. The moment is beyond exhilarating for the two, as Jimmy can feel Barbara’s hard nipples brushing against his chest.

After spending minutes in a heated makeout, Barbara pulls away from Jimmy, breaking their wet kiss. “I think it’s time to take this game to the next level…” She says. Before Jimmy can ask how, she shifts her body and turns around, so that she lies opposite on him. Backing up, Jimmy now finds his head between her luscious thighs, and his face a mere inch away from moist bat pussy.

Licking her lips, she takes Jimmy’s stiff manhood in hand, and wraps her lips around the head. She sucks him off slowly, savoring the moment as it’s been months since she’s had the chance. Dick’s extended vacations and missions have left her high & dry, until tonight. She slurps and sucks meticulously, nearly causing Jimmy’s legs to go numb only moments in. In fact, it takes a glance forward for Jimmy to remember that he’s in 69, and should do his part as well. Leaning forward as far as he can his tongue storms through her wet lips and into her waiting snatch.

“AAAHHHH FUCK!!!”

It’s clear that her pussy has never been attended to like that before. Though this is Jimmy’s first time, he brings up thoughts of him being a natural, as his tongue doesn’t miss an inch of her honeypot. She can barely concentrate on her end of the 69.

“I didn’t know he would be so good…” She thinks. “…Kara was right; Olsen really does know how to please.”

As the tongue in her pussy waggles and flails, Barbara counters by licking & jerking Jimmy’s rod, keeping it slick and hard. The pleasure is intense for her, but she doesn’t let it ease her. Instead, she swallows his cock again, this time engulfing it down to the hilt. Her right hand caresses his balls as she works up a steady head bobbing motion, pulling back until half of his cock is out, then diving down, taking it all in. Barbara’s deep throating skills are on par with a porn star’s, as Jimmy can attest to. And even though he’s experienced a super-blowjob by mouth of Supergirl’s, this is a very close second.

“Oh man…Oh man, Batgirl…” He moans. “I…I’m gonna cum soon…”

Unlike Supergirl though, Barbara doesn’t let up. Her jet black lips tighten around the shaft, and her tongue begins to run circles. The slurping becomes louder as she almost tries to suck the jizz out of his cock; and a moment later, she’s rewarded. With a loud grunt, Jimmy spurts his load into her mouth, filling it up until it seeps out the sides. Removing his cock from her mouth, Barbara finds that he’s not quite done yet, as he lets one off, spraying jizz right in her face.

“Oh god…your mouth is incredible…” Jimmy utters.

Barbara smiles at the compliment as she turns to him. “Mmmm, thanks.” She replies, licking the excess jizz from her lips.

Turning around to face him, she sits so that his cock rests against her stomach. “Well…maybe you can unlock the other handcuff?”

Barbara grins seductively at her ‘captured prey’ and looks deep into his eyes before giving her answer. “Sorry, nope.”

“No?” Jimmy repeats confused.

“I’d love to Jimmy, but you didn’t make me cum.” She explains, referring to the 69. “But I’ll give you another chance…”

Raising her hips, she grips his surprisingly still erect member with her left hand, while splitting her wet pussy lips open with her right. She then lowers herself down, letting Jimmy’s cock impale her as it reaches deep into her snatch.

“UUUUHHHHHNNNNN…” The feel of it inside her causes her to momentarily lose hr balance. Falling forward, she catches herself, putting both hands on Jimmy’s chest for balance. Instinctively, Jimmy reaches out to hold onto her, but can only do it with one hand. Barbara recovers and sees Jimmy’s attempt.

“Come on Olsen…” She seductively mocks. “…you can’t fuck your Batgirl with one hand.”

Though the position is rather uncomfortable for the young man, Jimmy Olsen isn’t about to let the opportunity of a lifetime pass by. Working his hips, he thrusts upward into Barbara’s soaked pussy, causing her to buck a little in shock.

“Ooh, that’s right baby.” She says, now playing the role of encourager. “Gimme that dick. Fuck me, Jimmy!”

Ready for the ride now, she works her hips in a piston-like motion, a moderate up & down pace which gets the action started. With his free hand, Jimmy reaches behind Barbara and palms her firm ass, squeezing it to his heart’s content. The dialogue between them dramatically decreases, to the point where they just trade gasps and moans, and the occasional grunt. Batgirl’s body begins to glimmer with sweat, even more than she generated battling Firefly earlier. Biting her lower lip again, she glances down just as Jimmy looks up at her. Their eyes meet, and in a moment they engage in yet another passionate makeout. She rakes her fingers against his chest in passionate glee. Finally, the release she’s needed from months of battling psychopathic villains is being granted, and she’s reveling in the moment.

Her hips work on automatic now, and move at a near lightning pace. The sound of skin slapping skin echoes through Bruce’s bedroom as Barbara rides Jimmy’s cock like a wild bull. Each thrust given to her brings her closer to sweet climax. Her legs begin to tremble, her snatch quivers, and her willpower weakens. Attempts to prolong the moment become futile, and with one last buck, Barbara hits her limit.

“OH GOD JIMMY, I’M GONNA CUM!!!”

A final thrust is given by Olsen, and the two experience their orgasms together. Grabbing the sheets, Jimmy unloads his send inside of her, spraying her inner walls like a fire hose. Muscles tighten, bodies tense, and for a moment, the two stay frozen together in orgasmic bliss. The moment passes though, and Barbara collapses onto Jimmy, spent from the night’s activities.

“That…that was wonderful…” She utters.

Jimmy can only nod his head in agreement. Coupled together, he wraps his free arm around her as weariness sets in for both. Right now, Jimmy could care less that he’s in a strange house, handcuffed to a bed. It really doesn’t matter much after you’ve had the lay of your life, for the second time in your life, with another superheroine.

The time is 9am when Jimmy opens his eyes next, but the room he finds himself in is drastically brighter than last night, because it’s his own hotel room.

“Huh…Batgirl…?”

He feels his right arm empty, and his left arm freed from any restraint. Slowly sitting up in his bed, he takes in his surroundings and realizes he’s back in his room. The sunlight illuminates the room, keeping his eyes narrowed as his vision adjusts. He moves over to the edge of the bed and sits there, memories of last night still fresh in his mind. Unlike Supergirl, he knows that it wasn’t a dream. But he still feels uneven about how it ended.

“Guess I shouldn’t have expected a goodbye…” He says to himself. “Just…still…”

Suddenly, his train of thought is broken by the sound of his cell phone going off. Reaching over onto his nightstand, he picks it up and answers.

“Jimmy here…”

“OLSEN! Where the hell have you been!?” It’s Ron on the other end. “I need those photos of the fire at the Nightclub, or Perry’s gonna have all of our asses!”

“Relax Ron, I got them.” Jimmy replies, spotting his camera on the nightstand. As he stands up though, he also spots something on the wall. A batarang, which is stuck there holding up several new photos. Jimmy pulls out the batarang and grabs them, and upon closer look, a wide grin grows on his face. The photos are of Batgirl, sans everything but her mask. They show her in multiple, and very flattering, positions. A farewell present of sorts for the photographer.

“Jimmy…Jimmy, you still there?”

For a moment, Olsen forgets he’s on the phone, but quickly picks back up the call. “Yeah, yeah I’m here!” He answers. “Look, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“Good, cause the flight back to Metropolis leaves in an hour.” Ron tells him. “Don’t be late!”

Click.

The phone conversation ends, and Jimmy tosses his cell onto the bed as he ‘examines’ the photos more. “Oh yeah…this is definitely going in my private collection.”

Inside the study of Wayne Manor, Barbara stares out of the window which overlooks downtown Gotham. It really was a magical night for her, though carrying Jimmy to the Batplane and flying back was rough. The idea for the photos was spur of the moment, as she felt bad about leaving without a traditional goodbye. But she is grateful…extremely grateful.

“Begging your pardon, Miss Barbara…” She turns towards the study entrance to see Alfred standing there. “…I won’t inquire about what transpired in Master Bruce’s room last night, but I will say I don’t think he’ll be happy to see the state his bed is in.”

And almost instantly, Barbara’s face turns bright red. Through it all, she forgot to change the sheets. Rushing towards the exit, she goes to remedy the problem.

“THANKS, ALFRED!” She says, running past the good butler. And in her rush, she fails to notice the subtle grin that rests on his face. A grin that says he knows exactly what went on last night.
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