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Birth of a Bat	By : rogerdodger Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 11325 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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The Graham Fox Memorial Library was one of the few places in Gotham City that was quiet. Located on the campus of Gotham State University it had a gothic feel to it that left many students studying in their dormitories and elsewhere, yet there was a charm to it that Bruce Wayne enjoyed. Perhaps that is why he donated 15 million dollars for it’s books and computers to be restored to guarantee that it would not be remodeled or rebuilt. During the summer mornings it was even less populated, which meant he would have plenty of privacy during his search.
“Mister Wayne?” Bruce turned back his head to see the young librarian look back at him.
“Barbara,” he said. Barbara Gordon had grown up quite well in the last few years. When he was in his twenties he remembered her to be an obnoxiously organized tom boy in her early years of high school but now she stood a good four inches over five feet tall and had developed the femine figure of a girl who would be the center of one of Rupert Thorne’s dance club floor. “You can never take a break from the books, can you?”
Bruce gave a clumsy smile as she extended her hand. Tiny freckles road up her delicate arm up to her navy blue school t-shirt.
“Of coarse I do but I’m work here now,” she said.
Not a lot had changed about Bruce Wayne. Now in his mid-thirties he still made his frequent appearances on major magazine covers for being an in shape playboy.
“Oh, are you attending school now?” Bruce asked as he looked down to her folder.
“Yes, I’ll be a sophomore at the honors college next semester,” She said.
That much had never changed between the two of them. Through the quarterly visits Bruce Wayne had with Barbara Gordon, she or her father would glout over Barbara’s strive for books. It seemed almost too fictional that a girl could live up to the demands of being a good student, athlete, and person in the world – especially in Gotham.
“Impressive,” Bruce grinned.
“You can say that, since you were one of the first to join the honors college how long ago?” Barbara smiled.
“You make it seem too long. It’ll be my tenth reunion come next spring.” Bruce jeered.
“Yes, well I will be the first criminology major to have graduated from the college.” Barbara paraded.
“Second, actually.” Bruce smiled. “I was the first.” “You were?” she asked.
“Yes.” Bruce replied.
“But I could have sworn that you were a business or law or corporate tycoon major.” Barbara said.
“No, for a long time I thought of selling my corporation and becoming a police officer. Yet it didn’t work out.” Bruce replied.
“Guess you don’t get much of a use from the degree, huh?” Barbara said.
“You could say that.” Bruce replied.
“So what brings you here?” Barbara asked.
“I am looking for some help with something I may be in the process of buying,” Bruce said.
“Well, technically I am here to work, so maybe I can help you out.” Barbara said.
Bruce held a yellow envelope in his hand and took a deep look at Barbara Gordon. She looked innocent enough and her knew that she had been raised well by her father, Jim. Slowly he handed the packet to Barbara.
After opening it Barbara giggled and Bruce began to blush a bit.
“Well Bruce, let’s hope that this will not be displayed during your annual Easter Egg hunt next year.
The bad digital picture was of a black stone object of a nude woman caressing a man loosely covered in a blanket.
”Yes, well.” Bruce said.
“Let’s see what we can find, ok?” Barbara said. “I’m thinking that his will be in the art section.”
“Ok,” Bruce said. As they headed up the stairs Bruce could only gasp at the tight Capri pants Barbara was sporting.
“You know I don’t know why you came all the way over here to visit,” Barbara turned her head back and their blue eyes starred into one another. “You have a library half of this size at the manor and internet access that is greater than anyone has.”
Bruce remembered one of the last times he had seen Barbara Gordon, it was her prom night. Instead of going to the dance with her peers she had spent it in his private library studying Mayan History so she could write out a grant to go to South America for a dig.
“Alfred was getting mad at me for making too big of a mess so I decided to get some fresh air and come here.”
“Understood.” She gave a courtesy laugh as she began looking at the many narrow rows of books in the art shelves section. “This place needs to be cleaned more often. How is Alfred?”
“Good,” Bruce said, shoveling his hands in his pockets. He knew that the book he was looking for would be in the third row but let her take her time.
“And how is Dick?” Barbara asked.
Bruce looked down at his feet. Barbara and Dick had been friends since Dick began to live with Bruce almost seven years ago. Jim Gordon gave much speculation that Barbara and Dick were a budding romance in the works, and the way his young ward talked of her he figured that they were.
“He’s fine.” Bruce replied.
“He never writes me anymore.” Barbara replied.
“He’s studying over seas still. Probably hasn’t had much access to get to anyone.” Bruce replied.
“Oh,” Barbara said as she finally reached the third row that Bruce had initially planned on getting to earlier.
“I’ve only taken one art class so far, but judging by what you showed me I would say that this is a piece of African or Persian made art copied from a European style figure.” Barbara said fingering each book with her red painted nails and picking one in every few out.
“Really?” Bruce asked although he had deciphered that some time ago.
“Most of these pieces go for only a few hundred dollars though – maybe a thousand, Bruce.” Barbara said.
“Oh,” Bruce said, trying to play along.
“Does this stuff intrigue you?” Barbara’s lips mouthed as she pointed to the picture of the sexually charged statue. “I know it fascinates me.”
Bruce looked at one of his closest friend’s daughter in lust. Her breasts were not large, but perky and athletic and her thin stomach made them look even more tempting. Her hips were still rather well rounded. This was not the body of the all state high school gymnast he had known. Barbara’s hand went underneath her shirt and scratched above her butt and for a second he saw the purple thong beneath the tight Capri pants. The library barely had 15 people in it that day and was spread so well that they could easily have taken their clothes off and had sex right there for a good half of an hour. If not he could arrange Alfred to pick him up in the limo within 10 minutes where they could have proceeded from there or gone to a hotel suite. Though almost have his age, Bruce knew very well that some of the women that attended his parties that stayed the night were around her age. He envisioned her in a room he created in his house modeled after a strip club’s private room giving him his own personal lap dance. Barbara’s eyes looked nervous and eager.
“Because African impressionism is something I really became fond of after my studies class. The European slave trade influence on their lives was really dramatic.” Barbara said.
“Yes, I..uh…Agree.” Bruce said as his day dream ended.
“So you’ve spent a good amount of time studying this?” Barbara said pointing back to the picture of the man and woman before making love.
Surely she could not be as naïve to the innuendo that she was creating. Was she trying to toy around with him? Was there a naughty side to the dear commissioner’s Barbara Gordon? Or had the many days of being cropped up in his studies with no female presence especially the one of a woman as sexy and beautiful as Barbara driven him to this insanity.
Had she made a pass at him? If she had he was more than willing to reciprocate, yet, if she hadn’t then should he take the moment to make a pass at her and jeopardize his relationship with her, her father, Dick and others.
The thoughts all went away as Bruce’s pager began to beep.
“You know, Mr. Wayne. You aren’t allowed to have that in here. I might have to punish you.”
The call was from Alfred, it was an urgent code for him to return to the limo.
“Well, we’ll have to postpone whatever you have in store with me.” Bruce said, smiling back at her.
“Why is that?” Barbara replied.
“I’m afraid there’s a problem with one of my businesses.” Bruce began to exit leaving Barbara with all of the books in her arms. “I’ll come back later to check y…them out.”
“Well it isn’t too busy here,” Barbara said chasing after him, “why don’t I keep the picture and do some research on this and bring it back to your house whenever I can.”
Bruce looked at Barbara, he had known her to be loyal to whatever work she took care of and knew that with his busy schedule ahead she would surely gain him time than waste it.
“Sounds like a deal,” Bruce said.
“I’ll get on it now,” she replied.
“By the way, tell your father I said hello.” Bruce said.
“I always do,” she said. “But he’s caught up in that whole Batgirl dispute.”
“Yes, I believe I heard about a new caped crusader in last nights news. It’ll be interesting to see how that turns out.”
To be continued
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