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Scolding of the Bat	By : Corina Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 21841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Scolding of the Bat
Author: Corina
Summary: Batgirl is taught some lessons she will never forget
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Batgirl/Batman
Feedback: desired.
Characters: Barbara Gordon/Bruce Wayne
Betas: Looking for testers!!! Email me if interested!
Author’s notes: My homage to the sick and twisted perversions of Batman. More to come as time allows!
*Disclaimer: All characters are property of Marvel or DC Comics. I do not own these characters nor do I make any financial gain from these characters. The story is designed for entertainment purposes only.

Chapter One – The Mistake
Batman leaned back in his chair, the panel in front of the computer showing what happened this night. There had been an unnecessary death, a homeless person died in the fire that Batgirl a.k.a. Barbara Gordon was sent to prevent.
Leaping to his feet, Bruce was not happy. He would have to end this tonight. "Batgirl, to the cave…NOW! Batman OUT!" he yelled over the intercom as he removed his cowl and cape, letting his bare face feel the night, blowing breeze in the cave for the first time this night. Bruce was tired, stopping the Joker and Riddler all in one night, had worn him out to say the least. Every night seemed to put a toll on him and this disappointment with Batgirl seemed to be the topper.
As he stood the broadness of Bruce's chest stretched the material of the grey and black Bat across his chest even more. A deep hard breath tightening the rippling abs while he pulled the upper part of his uniform over the top of his head.
From the tone of his voice, Batgirl would know where to go. He would meet her in the study upstairs. Climbing the staircase, Bruce sat across from the desk and faced the open doorway. Looking at the chair in front of him across the room, this is always where he would verbally scold Batgirl. She had been distracted lately and Bruce tried to tell her, to remind her how important this was. He knew about the relationship between her and Dick Grayson, something bothered him about it. Almost jealousy, he dismissed it.
She wasn't doing her job, bottom line. She needed to be.....let go.
Barbara cringed as she heard his voice. Cold and demanding. Just as always. But this time she knew there was more to his calling than just a simply reprimand. She had screwed up. Taken a life. Broken the one code that she swore to live by. And no matter how much remorse she felt, there was nothing she could do to change that.
She knew that answering him would be of no benefit to her. So she did the only thing she could. She brought her cycle to full speed and headed towards Wayne Manor. She the wind whipped through her cowl, she memorized the excuses in her mind. But as she heard her own voice speak them, she knew none of them were good enough. There wasn’t one good enough to explain what had happened. And she doubted the truth…”Oh Batman it was an accident” would fly.
She arrived within the cave in minutes, parking her cycle next to the others, and expecting to see Batman brooding over the large monitors. Instead, she was met with his discarded cape and cowl. “At least I won’t have to hear that voice,” she surmised knowing that he had already made his way upstairs. Removing her own cowl, she headed up the stairs, emerging from behind the grandfather clock that hid the cave so perfectly.
Heading to the study, a favorite place of his, she found her hand trembling slightly, the cowl clasped tight in her grasp. He was already waiting for her. His body was half dressed, and she couldn’t help but notice the muscles bulging from his torso. His body was so unlike Dick’s. Batman was far more muscular and his shoulders were much broader. While Dick was more athletic and toned, Bruce showed the power he possessed. And that power is what made her lower her eyes to the floor as she took a seat across from him.
“I can explain…” she said simply, fighting the quiver in her voice before he noticed it. But could she really fool the world’s greatest detective?
"What did I tell you when we started this? I told you that you could attend night classes for the college course and that this was something that needed to take your HIGHEST PRIORITY!" he yelled at her, slamming his fist on the table, launching himself to his feet.
Massively flexing his thighs hard, his body towered over hers, like a vampire over seeing his prey, shapely eying down her body in disgust. Something about her, taking her and that young body demanded in his body that he would take her, force her and wanted her. Dick was too young to have such a woman, to have those breasts around his cock and be sucked by those full, pouty lips.
Striding away from her. Bruce did not say a word, with his hands clasped behind his back. As he did so, the muscles on the back of his bare triceps bulged like grapefruits, pressing his skin to its limits as all the way up and down his upper body the rippling muscles tightened.
"It is over Barbara" was all her said as he looked up into the night sky from the full length window. No sorry, No Batgirl. He called her Barbara. She was not longer Batgirl in his mind, Batgirl was a dream he had, like so many dreams, he had to take charge of it and cut his losses with her now. Someone had died that night, something that Bruce could not allow to go on.
Barbara crossed her legs and placed her gloved hands on her lap. Within moments she could hear the condescending voice of Bruce…no...Batman screaming at her. While she had expected to hear him barking about the mistakes she made tonight, it was her education that he was harping on. But no sooner did his words end when his fist slammed into the table, causing her to nearly jump from her seat.
She wondered if he realized just how much like her father he sounded. Always preaching about something. Placing himself on this unobtainable pedestal of goodness and virtue. Within moment he had closed the gap between them, standing in front of her. His six foot two inch frame towered over her, and she fought every urge to up at him with a scowl.
She didn’t need to look at him. She could imagine the look on his face. The same look he gave Dick whenever he came come with less than stellar grades. Or the look he gave any number of woman that seemed to find Wayne Manor a revolving door. It was the look that signaled only one thing. He was done with you. And you were of no importance to him anymore.
Without a word, he walked away from her, allowing her to lift her eyes to watch him. His hands were clenched behind his back, and she watched as every exposed muscle moved independently. His arms were massive and she suddenly felt the urge to wonder what it would be like to have them wrapped around her. But she quickly dismissed the thought…knowing that her and Dick were beginning a relationship of their own. As secretive as it was.
And then she heard it. The words that made her heart jump into her throat. “It’s over Barbara.” Words that may as well have been blades slicing at her insides. Words that trapped her emotions deep inside replacing them with fiery embers of anger and hatred towards the man that spoke them.
But as he gazed out of the window, Barbara slowly rose to her feet. She knew that he knew of her mistake. It wasn’t her education that he worried about. It was the damn logo she wore across her chest. A logo that he allowed her to wear. “No Bruce,” she said emphasizing his name. “It’s not over. Not until I say it’s over.”
Spinning in anger, Bruce glared at her, the boring eyes showing the rage and determination of the years which Bruce carried with him. The tenseness of his chest and shoulder showed that this could go either way. Batman or no, Bruce would not tolerate being talked to, or defied like this from anyone.
"You got careless Barbara. You got careless and someone died. Carry on with Dick if you still want to. Go to school. Become a gymnast. Get married. Have children and name them after you father who does very good work. This takes sacrifice, focus, a focus that you are not willing to make. No one else will die because of you!" he stated.
The conversation was more emotional that he enjoyed. Bruce always seemed to get into it with Barbara. It was something Dick noticed time and time again, it was like Barbara was the only woman on the face of the planet who had a hope to knowing the depth of the pain and feeling that Bruce had. Compared to him, Dick's rage was nothing, Bruce had no one...Dick had so many there for him.
Claming himself, Bruce forced his life energy, his chi down to push down his feelings deep into his own body and the depth of his soul. The turn away from her marked the end of the conversation, if you could even call it a conversation. Donald Trump would have been happy if they ever made a Bat-family reality show.
"Leave the uniform with Alfred" Bruce state and disappeared into the shadows, something Batman did so many times with others, just disappearing, it was no secret what where he was going. Where he went every night, to his study, to lean back under that picture of his parents, reflect on the night to find ways to solve the eternal problem of crime in his city.
As if on Queue, Alfred appeared in the room from around the corner with the set of her civilian clothes, neatly ironed and stacked across his firm arm. With a pleasant, yet concerned smile on his face, Alfred Pennyworth looked over to the concerned Barbara Gordon.
"I am afraid the lesson his father had planned to teach him about personal tact never got delivered" Alfred tried to tell her coyly, smoothly with the toned of his voice to console her. Alfred had a way of almost knowing exactly what to say, and just how to say it. "Master Bruce has a way of losing his temper with you, Ms. Gordon. Perhaps defiance should be replaced with....the knowledge of that everyone Bruce has ever loved has left him in some way or another. Even Master Dick, who he looked at like a son, never solved the mystery of why Bruce pushed him away. Someday, someone will solve it, and Willy Wonka will take them to the glass elevator." Alfred nodded to her, with an intense look of a man wiser than his years before nodding at her, and then to the civilian clothes on the table.
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