Part 20

The door to Robin's shady apartment burst open as he carried Barbie inside and then walked straight to the small bed on which he just dropped her.

She could sense he changed. It wasn't the same Robin she'd known before and made love to. Still, she didn't care. There was something about this man with a scar, something primal. There was a new kind of strength emanating from him, seducing her. She couldn't even think about what she was about to tell him, about that she intended to yell at him. She could just feel.

Something was unfamiliar, but everything else was familiar to her just the same, if that made any sense. He was like oxygen and she didn't really want to think right now how he'd abandoned her, how he'd killed Joker, how he'd fled afterwards.

Robin was more savage now. As they were struggling to get their suits off, he actually ripped a part of Barbara's, destroying it. Then he was touching her, kissing hard and intensely. He was pushing her legs apart and sliding himself inside. Hard. He was moving inside of her and there was nothing gentle about it and she liked it. She could feel him all over her, touching her like he couldn't get enough of her body. He sucked on her nipples and pushed inside her again and her back ached, the first orgasm coming so fast that it actually surprised her.

Robin was still going. Needed more. Needed it longer. Needed it harder. All that rage that he'd used to keep boiled inside was out now. All those things he'd wanted to do to her before, he was doing it right now.

Barbie was suddenly flipped over and taken doggy style, but she was so lost in ecstasy and feelings that she loved all he was giving her. She was just as desperate for him as he was for her.

Finally, she came again, screaming his name loudly, her channel viciously clenching over his cock and he let go, filling her with his seed and then collapsing on top of her.

For a moment there, they were just a tangle of exhausted bodies.

"You didn't want a cripple for a girlfriend, did you?" Barbara suddenly asked once her desire had been sated and the common sense returned to her. She got away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back turned on Robin and she covered herself up with the sheet.

"What?" Robin gasped at the venom in her words. "No! I love you!" he denied and got out of bed, put his pants on and crouched in front of her, looking up into her green eyes. "Barbie, you need to believe me. I love you. I never stopped and I never will."

"But you still left me," she said when meeting his eyes.

"You told me to. You didn't want to see me," he nearly whispered and lowered his head, looking at the floor. "I wanted to be there. I wanted to be there for you, to help you."

"I didn't want to see anyone, yet Bruce sneaked inside and talked to me. Did you even care about me as much as you let me believe?" she asked again. "If you had, you would've gotten in no matter what."

"I know," Robin answered to her astonishment and that shut her up for the moment.

He sighed deeply as she was waiting patiently for him to continue. He finally raised up and sat by her side on the bed.

"I was afraid," he confessed.

"Afraid of what? I wouldn't keep you trapped into a relationship like that, you know that. Still, it didn't mean I didn't want you in my life."

"It's not it," he said and looked her in the eye again. "I was afraid of myself."

"What is that supposed to mean?!" Tears came to her eyes and she couldn't stop them. She hated herself for being that weak in front of this bastard.

"I changed. I'm not the same sweet man you fell for," he explained. "I killed. And I liked it. I let it all out. It's still out and I know you can tell."

Barbara was quiet.

"I was afraid you wouldn't love the new me. I'd rather you hate me," he confessed in a muffled voice. "I hate me," he added.

"I don't," she suddenly reassured him, understanding coming to her. She did remember his story. The murdered parents. The rage inside. Swallowing the pain. Until it was all too much. "You're wrong," she told him, "I knew you would let it all out eventually and I was still there. I still fell in love with you. Love is about loving it all, otherwise it's just not love."

For the very first time since his parents' death, Robin actually shed a tear. When Barbara had gotten hurt, he'd been angry and kept throwing things around, but he'd never cried. Now he finally could and he was confused about it. It didn't seem like a manly thing to do.

"It's ok," she assured him. "Let it out. I'm here for you. I was looking for you all this time. I never gave up."

She put her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

"Please, please, forgive me," he found himself begging. "Forgive me. I never wanted to hurt you."

"You made me stronger and I needed that," she said into his ear, knowing it to be the truth. Without him leaving and dealing with his own fears and anger, she would've never become the woman she was today and she was grateful for that transformation. She just didn't want any more drama in her life. "I forgive you," she said after a while, realizing Robin was still waiting for her to say it. "I truly do."


"Bruce and Selina sent us another postcard," Barbie told Robin when he came back from his patrol. The city had been unusually peaceful for two months now, but they both knew better than to hope it would stay that way. Someday in the near or further future a new villain would appear and Gotham would need it's Batgirl and Robin again.

"Where are they this time?" Robin asked when kissing his wife and then bending down to place another kiss on her protruded stomach.

"Japan," Barbie answered.

She was still pissed at herself for not thinking about any birth control the night she'd found Robin. She'd used to be on the pill, but then the accident happened and that followed by her miraculous recovery and training left no room for thinking about birth control.

She was actually happy about the baby. With her and Robin together and in a solid relationship, she had nothing to be afraid of. She was looking forward to welcoming a new addition to the family and to being a mother. She and Robin would raise their kid in the Wayne Manor when still running the Foundation. She was sure of it. They both needed family as they'd been lonely for the most part of their lives. She was just upset that she was forced to put away her suit.

Oh, she would come back to being the Batgirl after giving birth, she was sure of that. She would never give it up. She would also resume her training. Till she still could, she'd been training Robin, having so much fun pointing out all of his mistakes. And there was a lot! Then she'd been just giving him instructions while sitting down and watching him train.

"A couple more weeks," Robin said like he knew what she was thinking with that frown on her face.

"Good. I can't leave Gotham in the hands of my sidekick for any longer," she teased him.

"I'm not a…" he started protesting.

"Keep telling yourself that." She just winked at him and patted his arm. "Go get a shower, I'll be waiting in bed."

The end