Date: Mon, 19 Nov 2001 07:34:19 -0800 (PST)
From: John O'Connor <lushcoltrane@yahoo.com>
Subject: Fic: Better Days (1/1)

Title: Better Days  (lesbian celeb)
Author: John O'Connor
Email: lushcoltrane@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17.
Pairings: Barbara(Batgirl)Gordon/Renee Montoya.
Category:  First time.
Date:  19 November 2001.
Series: None.
Website: http://www.ma-at.net/JohnOConnor
Archive:  Sure.  Just ask first, please.

Disclaimer:  Batgirl, Catwoman, the Joker, etc are
owned by DC Comics and Time/Warner.  This story is for
entertainment purposes only and no money exchanged
hands. No copyright infringement is intended. The
original characters, situations, and story are the
property of the author.

Summary:  Saving Detective Montoya brings it's own
rewards to Batgirl.

Note: This is essentially a post-"Batman: The Animated
Series" story (so Gordon knows about his daughter's
'hobby').   But I suppose it could fit into the
pre-Oracle days in the comics as well.
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Better Days

Detective Renee Montoya groaned and opened her eyes.
The lights above her stabbed right through into her
brain.  The pain was incredible.  This was not one of
her better days...

As she tried to get up, Renee discovered her ankles
and wrists had been secured.  She had been shackled to
a table of some kind.  What the hell happened?

She remembered entering an old warehouse in the mostly
abandoned industrial district on a typical sultry
summer night in Gotham.  She and her partner, Harvey
Bullock, were responding to a silent alarm.  She went
through the front while Harvey lumbered around the
back of the building.

Inside the dark structure, she had seen flashlight
beams near one of the loading docks.  As she crept up
there...

That was all she remembered.  Someone must've knocked
her out.  Her head was throbbing but she could feel an
even more tender area behind her left ear.

Where was Harvey?

She felt a breeze and glanced down her body.  She was
naked!  Someone had stripped her and tied her down on
this table.  But who?

And where the hell was Harvey?

Chills unrelated to the drafty room ran up her spine.
She heard a low tittering that grew into a maniacal
howl.  The Joker!  Oh please God, no!  Not him!

"Ah. Wakey-wakey, Detective.  You are awake!  Oh
goody!  Now we can have some fun!" the white-faced
psychopath exulted.  He laughed again, a bone-chilling
sound as he patted Renee's flat stomach.

"You know, Renee...  May I call you Renee?  Ever since
my trusted and reliable Harley took off with that
tree-hugging dyke, Ivy, I've been so lonely..."  The
Joker loomed over her with a sad-faced expression.

"Wh...what are you going to do?" Renee asked.  She
cursed her quivering voice.

"Oh, I thought we might have a little fun.  What say,
Toots?  Wanna play 'Hide the Weiner'?"

"God, no!  Joker, look, you don't want to..."

"What?  Rape you?  Will I be in even worse trouble?
I've killed hundreds, dearie.  And they always send me
back to Arkham.  And I always get out.  One little
rape is gonna change that?"  Laughing insanely, the
Joker cavorted around the room, throwing his clothes
from him.  "And if I kill you, then who's to say I
even did you?"

As that horrible white skin was exposed, Renee
shuddered.  How could this happen to her?  God, this
was worse than her most horrible nightmare...

* * * * * *

Two hours earlier...

Batgirl had picked up a silent alarm signal on the
min-scanner mounted on her motorcycle.   The small
tracker couldn't nail it down to a specific address.
Thanks to a faulty relay somewhere, she had to comb
the entire industrial section.  On her own.

Everyone else was out of town, apparently.  Batman was
with the League somewhere, Dick was probably boffing
his landlady in Bludhaven, Todd was on a date with his
little cutey, and even the Huntress was off somewhere.

The Dark Damsel scaled a broken clocktower in a
decrepit warehouse to scan the area.  Seeing a dark
sedan down on a side street, Batgirl dropped to it.
It was an unmarked detective's vehicle.  And from the
nearly empty doughnut box, it had to be Bullock's.
Hmm, that meant Renee Montoya was nearby too...

Methodically searching the building, Batgirl found
Bullock unconscious near the back.  He was bleeding
from a minor gunshot wound, if any shot could be
considered minor.  Staunching the flow, she grabbed
the radio on her belt and called the Gotham Emergency
Services unit to see to the slovenly detective.

"Take it easy, Harvey.  Help is on the way," Batgirl
said quietly.  He was a loud, boorish slob but there
was something about him that she liked.  She knew she
wasn't alone.  Her father had often gone out of his
way to keep Bullock on the job.  And Detective Montoya
requested permanent assignment as his partner.

She turned back to the wounded cop and saw something
odd.  A long, green hair on the sleeve of Harvey's
jacket.  Green like...  She shuddered at the
half-formed thought.

The sirens of the approaching official vehicles
distracted Batgirl.  As they drew close, Batgirl went
to meet the squad cars and the ambulance.  An 'officer
down' call brought almost the entire police force to
the scene.  Batgirl smiled in appreciation of the
loyalty and camaraderie within the force.  Having a
father as police commissioner reinforced that
appreciation.

After giving a statement to the officer initially
assigned to the case, she disappeared into the
shadows.  Something was wrong, something that most of
the people in blue outside forgot in the urgency of
helping a brother officer.  Renee Montoya was still
missing.

Reaching a rooftop, Batgirl pulled her cowl back and
ran her fingers through sweat-dampened hair.  Her
normally bright red hair was darker and straighter
from the heat and the humidity.

"Hey, Babs.  Taking off the cowl?  The Big Guy must be
outta town..."  That low, sexy voice...

"Hello Selina.  I didn't know you were back in town."
Batgirl, Barbara Gordon, turned to see her sometime
lover, Selina Kyle, who also went under the name
Catwoman.  She smiled and admired the spandex-clad
body, remembering many nights of lustfully exploring
the soft flesh underneath.  Selina had also pulled her
mask back off her head and shook her long dark
tresses.

"Got in today, I was going to call you when I heard
the scanner.  Figured you'd be out here.  Warm night,"
Selina said as she brushed her long hair back.

"Yes, it is."

"Looking for someone?" Selina said with a purr.

"Actually yes."

"Too bad, I was hoping...  Who are you tracking?"

"Renee Montoya.  The detective?  I think she might be
a prisoner of the Joker," Barbara said.  "He busted
out of Arkham again ten days ago."

"Brr!  That freak gives me the heeby-jeebies.  He's a
lunatic.  Batman should just get rid of him once and
for all!"  Selina hugged herself.  "Why do you think
she's with him?"

Barbara held up the green strand of hair.  "This was
on Harvey Bullock.  He's been shot and Renee is
missing."

"How do you know she's missing?  Maybe she's after
him," Selina suggested.

"Renee would never leave her partner.  She would've
been there.  The only possible explanation is..."

"She's been taken hostage."

"Or prisoner."

"Montoya!  She's that hot little Latino, isn't she?
She could frisk me anytime..." Selina smiled.

"God, you're incorrigible, Selina," Barbara chuckled.
"Only you could get me to laugh with the Joker out and
a friend missing."

"Okay, Babs, if it is the psycho, try the old toy
company near the river.  I heard a rumor that some
nasty son of a bitch was set up there and that it
would be wise to stay away."

"Thanks, Selina."

"Hey, it might be some other psycho.  Something about
this city seems to bring them out..."  Selina shook
her head.

She took Barbara in her arms and kissed her, her
tongue gently probing the redhead's mouth.  Barbara's
tongue responded almost instinctively.  "No matter who
it is, be careful.  Okay?"  Selina ran her fingers
through the still-damp red hair.

"I will.  I want some more of that..." Barbara said
before pulling her cowl back up and becoming Batgirl
once again.  She dropped to the street and her bike.

* * * * * *

Landing quietly on the roof of the abandoned toy
warehouse, Batgirl looked around for skylights or some
other sign of rooftop access.  There!  A lighted
window.  Why would there be a light on in an abandoned
building?

Straining to peer through the filthy glass, the cowled
lady saw a figure apparently dancing around.  A shiver
ran up her spine when she heard the figure's laugh.
It was the Joker!

Finding a loose pane, she managed to pry it up and
away from the rotting frame.  There was a moment's
panic when she felt the slimy glass start to slide
from her gloved fingers.

Through the opening, she heard the Joker laughing and
talking even clearer.  Batgirl decided to observe for
a moment.  One thing the Batman drilled into all of
them was the need to be aware of all that's around.
And the last thing she needed was to be caught
unawares by one of the Clown Prince's henchmen.

She looked through the gap and saw Renee Montoya
strapped down on a table.  And the Joker was doing
some freaked-out strip tease!  He was going to rape
her!  There was no time to lose.

Batgirl felt inside the frame for the clasp.  As she
opened the window, it began to squeak from the
accumulated rust and grime.  She paused and breathed a
sigh of relief as the Joker didn't seem to have heard.

Distantly she heard him ranting.

"She's gotta be nuts!  Giving all this up for some
toxic hotty in a leaf bathing suit!  I mean, I know
women are supposed to know how to please a woman but
really...  Once you've had the Joker, how can you even
look at any one...?"  The white-faced lunatic paused
in his little dance.

"Ho-ho!  Harley must be Dutch!  That's why she's
sticking her finger in the dyke!  Hee-hee-hee-hee!
Well, guess what?  I'm sticking more than a finger in.
 Are you a dyke, detective?"  Down to his boxers and
t-shirt, he began to prance some more, yelling in a
sing-song voice, "Detective Dyke.  Detective Dyke.
She'll leave no skirt unturned.  Detective Dyke.

"Pfft!  Those Gershwin hacks had nothing!  I'm so much
more talented, don't you think?"  Renee bit her lip
and the Joker shoved his face inches from hers, and
shrieked, "WELL, DON'T YOU?"

"I don't!" Batgirl said as she swung feet-first into
the Joker, knocking him back from the table.

As the evil clown staggered to his feet, Batgirl
jumped and kicked him in the jaw.  She followed that
with a solid punch, again to his pasty jowl, whipping
his head the other way.

"No fair!  Joker's gotta get some..." the Joker
whined.

"Not tonight, Joker.  Maybe one of your boyfriends in
the psych ward..."  Batgirl evaded a poorly aimed
punch and kicked him in the stomach.

Gasping for breath, the Joker said, "I only did that
for cigarettes..."

He grabbed his purple tuxedo jacket and aimed his
buttoniere at the young superhero.  "Here Bat-bitch,
have a sniff!  Hee-hee!"

Batgirl easily evaded the stream of acid that shot out
of the fake flower.  "You'll have to do better than
that, Joker."

In desperation, the Joker threw his jacket at Batgirl.
 If furled around her head for a moment and the Joker
fled the building.

Batgirl keyed her belt radio and reported the Joker on
the loose in his underwear.  The dispatcher didn't
believe her at first and had to be convinced before
getting an APB out.

"Detective?  Renee?  Are you alright?" Batgirl asked
softly.

Blinking back tears, the lovely detective nodded.
"Please get me out of this.  Out of here."

Once unshackled, the woman could barely stand as sobs
shook her frame.  Batgirl took her into her arms and
held the young detective, whispering that it was okay,
that she was safe.

"Please, don't tell anyone?" Renee asked.  "You know,
about the whole..."

"Our secret.  Okay?"

"He said he ki-killed Har-harvey," Renee said
sobbingly, suddenly remembering what had happened
earlier.  "I saw him shoot Harvey..."

"No, he's okay.  The lunatic just winged him.
Detective Bullock is at Mercy Hospital.  He's fine,"
Batgirl replied.

"Oh, thank God!" Renee buried her tear-streaked face
in Batgirl's shoulder.

Barbara, the girl under the mask, couldn't help being
aroused at having a lovely naked woman in her arms.
It had been too long.

She mentally slapped herself.  "Come on, Detective.
Let's get you out of here."

"I can't go out like this," Renee said.

"Of course not."  Batgirl scanned the room then picked
up the Joker's purple pants and jacket.  "Here, at
least this will cover you until we find your
clothes..."

Pointing to a barrel, Renee said, "Not much chance of
that.  He tossed them into that barrel.  I think it's
acid..."

Sure enough, it was a strong corrosive acid.  The
fragments of Renee's power suit were slowly
dissolving.

Off to the side, Batgirl saw something glinting.  She
retrieved a small leather case that contained the
cop's ID and badge.  One less thing to have to worry
about, she thought.

Turning back to the older woman, Batgirl paused.  In
the loose jacket, Renee's cleavage was prominent.  Her
breasts were barely covered.  It was actually far more
erotic than seeing her nude form strapped to the
table.

Shaking her cowled head, Batgirl asked, "Can you ride
a bike?"

Smiling briefly, Renee said, "Oh yeah.  I rode a
Harley for years...  But I need to see Harvey."

"Okay, come on.  I'll take you home.  You might want
to change before going to the hospital," Batgirl said.

Arriving at Renee's apartment building, the
oddly-dressed duo caught the eye of the doorman but a
warning gesture from the detective stopped him from
commenting.

In the elevator, Renee began to giggle and Batgirl
joined in.  Within a floor, they were laughing out
loud.

With a quiet chime, the car opened and they were on
Renee's floor.  She led the way down the hall and into
her small one-bedroom flat.

"It's not much, but on a detective's salary, you can't
get much in Gotham," the dark-haired woman said.

"It looks cozy," Batgirl offered.

"Yeah, I guess," Renee chuckled softly in reply.

"Detective...Renee?  I'm glad you can laugh.  I was
worried about you," Batgirl said, placing a gloved
hand on the purple-sleeved arm.

The detective smiled at her friend, "I've been dealing
with these psychos for years.  This was a little
different but..."  She shook her head, "No, it was a
lot different.  I've never been threatened in such a
personal way.  Being under fire or having a knife
pulled on you is one thing.  But that..."

Batgirl stood there unsure what to say.   Fortunately,
she had never been in any kind of situation like that.


"You don't know what to say.  That's alright.  I have
been in that position with victims' families.  It gets
easier but it's never easy.

"You know, you don't have to stick around..."  Renee
stood in the bedroom door, the expression on her face
told Batgirl she didn't want to be alone.

"That's alright.  I want to see how Harv...Detective
Bullock is doing.  I'd be happy to give you a ride
there."

"Thanks.  For all of it.  You saved me, my dignity if
not my life, back there.  I'll never forget it.  Give
me a few minutes to wash up and put some normal, sane
clothes on.  Make yourself comfortable."

Batgirl looked around as she heard the water running n
the bathroom.  The apartment didn't have much in terms
of decoration or personal touches.  A few pictures on
the mantle of a sealed-off fireplace, some books, an
old color television and VCR.

Batgirl looked at the pictures.  Renee with people who
were obviously family for the most part.  But there
were a couple of her at the beach with another girl, a
young blonde.  Very pretty pair.

She smiled, obviously this girl knew how to take care
of her body.  The scared, naked woman she saw in the
warehouse was just as well-built as the younger
bikini-clad girl in the pictures.

"Goddamn it!"

Batgirl looked up at the shout from the bedroom.
"Renee?  Are you alright?"

Batgirl dashed into the bedroom to find the partially
dressed young woman sitting on her bed, holding a pair
of socks and crying.  She sat next to the woman and
put an arm around her shoulders.  "These socks don't
match..." Renee sobbed.

"Go ahead and cry.  Let it out.  I'm here," the
costumed girl said soothingly.

"God, I'm sorry.  I don't know what's wrong..."

"It's alright, Renee.  You were in a horrible
situation.  Go ahead and cry."

"Well, I've had better days..." she said, trying to
lighten the tone.  Wiping her eyes and snuffling,
Renee shook her head.  "I need to go see Harvey.  I'll
be okay.  Just let me get some shoes on."

Batgirl rose to go and Renee said, "Please.  Stay
here?"  Then she smiled weakly, "Big tough cop, huh?"

Batgirl smiled at her and said, "Yes. Yes, you are.
You are one of the strongest people in the GCPD.
You've had a horrible night.  Most people would've
folded into themselves by now.  Not you though. You
are strong.  Crying doesn't diminish that.  If Harvey
or anyone else wants to be a jerk about it, send them
to me."

Renee snorted, "Thanks.  I think I can take care of
them."  She pulled on the mismatched socks she'd been
holding.  "Thank you.  Again.  You seem to know what
to say at the right time."

"Must be those psych courses I took..." Batgirl
stopped, afraid she might've given away too much
personal information.  Trying to change the subject,
she picked up a picture on the dresser.  It was
another shot of Renee with her blond friend.

"She's an old...friend of mine," Renee said.  "We were
roommates in college and..."  Her eyes darted to a
night stand furtively.

Batgirl's eyes instinctively followed to see another
picture of the two girls.  This one was different.
They were kissing.

"Uh, that was...um, just a joke picture," Renee said
nervously.  Batgirl could hear the lie in her voice
but said nothing.  It was none of her business.

"Okay.  Ready?"

Renee stood up and nodded.  Batgirl smiled to herself.
 Renee Montoya was very fetching in a faded pair of
jeans, a white t-shirt with a Gotham Knights logo, and
white tennis shoes.  Maybe she could make Renee her
business?

No!  Too dangerous.  She worked for Batgirl's father.
It was bad enough that Selina knew her identity.  And
Kara.

But it had been so long.  The girl behind the mask was
lonely.  She missed the softness of another woman as
they made love.  Selina had moved to New York to try
and turn over a new leaf.  Kara spent so much time
helping her 'cousin' in Metropolis that they rarely
got to see each other anymore.  And the Huntress
barely even acknowledged the one night they spent
together.  Perhaps it was time to take a chance with
someone new.

At the hospital, they found out Harvey Bullock was out
of surgery and recovering.  The admitting ward was
crawling with off duty Gotham cops.  The rest were
combing the city for the escaped lunatic and handling
the more mundane work that comprised a cop's life.

Renee gave a terse report to Commissioner Gordon.  She
promised to detail it in a written report later.  Then
she went into Harvey's room but he was still sedated
and she could only sit and hold his limp hand.

Batgirl saw her father and gave him a more thorough
rundown on what had happened.  She didn't go into
detail about what she saw in the Joker's lair, simply
that he had Renee and she was still coping with that
and the lie the psychopath had told the detective
about her friend and partner.

Gordon nodded and looked at the girl in front of him.
"Take care of her tonight, please.  I'm going to order
her to go home and I don't think she needs to be
alone," he said.

Batgirl agreed with a whispered, "I will, Dad.
Thanks."

Finally, Renee agreed, under threat of being dragged
there, to go home.  She realized that she could do
nothing but felt her place was with her partner.  The
commissioner demanded and the doctors all agreed she
should go home and rest.

Batgirl again gave her a ride home.  She parked a
couple of blocks away and walked with the detective.
"Would you like to talk?" she offered when they
arrived at the apartment building.

"No, yes, I...I don't...  Yes. I'd like to.  If you
don't mind..."

Upstairs, they sat on the couch and Renee began, "You
know, he's a real slob.  And a chauvinist.  And he's
pretty intolerant of just about anyone.  He could give
Sipowizc a run for his money.  You know?  But he's my
friend.  He helped me when most of the Department just
looked at me as the token Spic Chick."

"Commissioner Gordon never thought that," Batgirl said
somewhat defensively.

"I guess, but I was just a beat cop.  He didn't even
know me.  Harvey pulled me in for special duty and I
was able to rise from there," Renee replied.

"As slovenly and disgusting as he is - He farts in
closed cars! - he would be maybe the only man for
me...if I ever decided..."  She stopped and looked at
the costumed hero.

"I'm sorry.  I lied to you earlier.  That girl in the
pictures?  Her name is Belinda Sawyer.  She was my
lover.  We started in college and stayed together here
in Gotham when I tried law school.  After a semester,
I quit and decided to be a cop.  She didn't want to
try to handle it and left.  She's in Metropolis now,
works for the Daily Star and has a nice life with that
reporter, Angie Chen.

"I suppose you're shocked?  Maybe even disgusted?"

Batgirl shook her head, "No.  Well, maybe surprised
about Angela Chen but otherwise...  For one thing,
it's your life.  As long as you're happy and not
hurting anyone, I think it's great and no one else's
business."  The redheaded heroine paused as she
considered whether to say what she wanted to.

She smiled to herself and said, "For another, I've
found more in common with women than men, myself."

"You?  The cheerleader of the superhero set?" Renee
asked delightedly.  "Does your father know?"

Batgirl sat there in shock.  Her father?  How did
Renee know?  Or was it a wild guess?  She didn't ask
about her parents but her father specifically...

"You saved my life tonight.  I may have survived that
nut's assault physically but I don't know if I'd ever
be the same.  But even without that debt I can never
repay, I'd never betray your secret, Barbara," the
older woman promised.

"How did you know?  Did I say something?  It was the
psych classes, wasn't it?" Batgirl asked, realizing
denial wouldn't help at this point.

"No.  I happened to notice one day, when you came to
see your dad, that you had a bruise on your chin.  It
caught my eye because it marred your face.  That
night, Batgirl came to a crime scene and I noticed the
same bruise.  And there are your eyes...such a lovely
green...  I'm sorry.  I don't mean to come on to you.
I wasn't..."  Renee's voice trailed off and she sat
there looking at her hands.  "It wouldn't be
appropriate.  Not with the age difference..."

Pulling her cowl off, Barbara looked at her and said,
"My eyes are lovely?"

Renee sniffed and looked up with a small smile, "Yes.
They are.  So are you."

"Renee, I um...  Is there anyone special now?"

"No, like the old song 'Alone again, naturally.'"

"I've always avoided getting involved with anyone.
The danger of my identity becoming known and...well,
there was a girl I had dated last year.  We were just
becoming serious when she saw something that scared
her about superheroes.  She didn't know what I did at
the time but I knew it would never work out.  So, I've
been pretty lonely too," Barbara admitted.  "Well,
that's not entirely true.  There have been a couple
of...encounters.  Supergirl and I..."

"I thought that was just one of those tabloid rumors
with a poorly doctored photo..." Renee said.

"No, the picture quality was horrible but that was
Kara and I when she initiated me into the Mile High
Club.  We kinda drifted a little too close to the
Gotham/Keystone City flyway," Barbara laughed.
"Fortunately no one believes the crap in those rags."

"Wow.  Supergirl.  Very hot!  Anyone else you care to
name?" Renee asked.

"Maybe...if you spill.  I can't believe Belinda was
your one and only..."

"No, there were some others.  I did have a short fling
with Sarah Essen.  But, don't tell your father please.
 This was years before they started seeing each other
and...  Well, I think it's up to Sarah to let him
know..."

"Sarah?  My turn to say wow.  Wow.  Alright, between
us, right?  Well, shortly before she left town, I got
involved with the Catwoman," Barbara said.

"Catwoman?"

"Yes.  I like to think that's part of the reason she
left Gotham to get a fresh start."

"You got me beat there, Barbara.  Should I call you
that in costume?" Renee asked.

"I guess when the cowl is down, it's okay.  But please
be careful when I'm wearing it.  Especially when
others are around.  Of course."  Barbara pulled off
her cape and cowl and draped them over the back of the
couch.

"So, you never answered my question," Renee said with
a sly smile.  "Does your father know?"

"About Batgirl?  About my lifestyle?  About Selina?
Well, yes and no."  Barbara sat back with an enigmatic
smirk.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're the detective.  Detect," the redhead teased.

"Barbara, I told you before that I wasn't trying to
come on to you.  Well, I was.  I'm sorry.  I
shouldn't..."

"Why?" Barbara interrupted.  "What's wrong with it?"

"You're interested?"  Barbara nodded.  "Well, you're
so much younger than me.  I was in junior high when
you were still in diapers..."

"So?  We're both adults now.  And I have always
thought you were very attractive and sexy too.  Ever
since I first saw you in uniform when I was in high
school..."

"God, make me feel really old!" Renee laughed.

"Maybe I can make you feel young," Barbara said softly
before kissing Renee.

Their lips met and molded together.  They could feel
each other's desire just from this close-mouthed kiss.
 Barbara took it another step and licked Renee's lips.
 Renee parted them and happily accepted Barbara's
tongue.

Touching only with lips and tongues, the two beautiful
women already felt a deeper connection.  Almost a
soulful connection.  At that thought, Renee gasped and
pulled back.

"What is it, Renee?  What's wrong?" Barbara asked
alarmed.

"I don't know...don't know how to say it.  I felt
something that scared me..."

Barbara turned away and said in a quiet voice, "I
scared you?  I'm sorry, Renee.  I didn't mean to.
This costume...  I'll leave."

As Barbara started to rise from the sofa, Renee caught
her arm.  "No, please stay.  It wasn't...it isn't you.
 Well, it is but in a good way, I guess.  I haven't
felt like this in...  Well, in too long a time," the
lovely cop said.

"Kind of like there's a deeper connection than just
sex?"

"Yes."

"I felt it too.  And it scares me too, Renee.  It
really does.  But I'm even more scared of not finding
out what it is or what it means.  Does that make
sense?" Barbara asked.

Renee nodded and kissed her gently again.  Their arms
enfolded each other as they kissed softly and sweetly.
 The passion was there but controlled as they became
attuned to each other.

"Stay with me tonight?  Please?  We don't have to do
anything.  I just don't want to be alone.  And I know
there's no one else I'd rather have with me," Renee
asked as she held Barbara to her.

"Try and get rid of me..." Barbara responded with a
smile.  "And I think I'd like to do something.  Like
you, I've been alone too long..."

Renee stood and took Barbara's hand, leading her to
the bedroom.  Once there, she stood indecisively.

Barbara took the initiative by pulling off her gloves
and tossing her utility belt to the side, then
unzipping the front of her costume.  "Selina was the
same way," she laughed.  "Am I intimidating to women
older than me?"

"No, just...overwhelming?  Too sexy?  Too beautiful?"

"Go on..." Barbara prompted.  She started to peal the
skin-tight costume off and Renee stared longingly at
her.

"I get to find out something no one else knows...what
do superheroes where under their costumes..."

Laughing, Barbara said, "In my case, nothing.  Too hot
this summer."

The dark top was hanging around her waist, her upper
body bare to Renee's hungry gaze.  Barbara leaned over
to remove her boots, her dark red hair falling around
her head and her breasts pointing to the floor.

Standing, Barbara started to peel her pants off.
Renee knelt in front of her and reached up to help.
The kevlar-reinforced spandex had kept the scent of
Barbara's arousal trapped.  It came out in a heady
wave which Renee inhaled deeply as she admired the
trim red triangle that was revealed.  She ran her
fingertips through the damp, slightly matted fur.

Barbara pulled the woman to her feet and took her lips
in a fiery kiss.  As she held the detective close, she
slipped her hands under Renee's shirt, gently stroking
the strong, soft skin of her back.  Her hands slid up
to discover what she felt pressing against her bare
flesh, no bra.  She moaned into Renee's mouth with
longing.

Barbara pulled the thin cotton shirt off her new lover
and tossed it aside.  Renee's skin had a soft warm,
brown coloring all over, like a perfect tan.  With the
dark brown circles and hard nipples capping nearly
perfect breasts, the older woman was one of the most
exciting women Barbara had ever seen.

And she wanted Barbara.

The young woman pressed her hard nipples into Renee's
equally stiff nubs, rubbing them back and forth.  The
delicious friction arousing both women even more.

"Oh God, Barbara," Renee moaned.

Kissing the other woman, Barbara renewed her oral
explorations.  She wanted to know every facet of this
lovely creature.  And, at this moment, she wanted to
please this woman more than she had any of her other
lovers.

Practically fused together along their upper bodies,
Barbara shoved her leg against the tight crotch of
Renee's jeans.  The Latina was almost on fire!
Sliding her hands down to cup the round, denim-clad
cheeks, Barbara found herself moaning into Renee.

Finally, she broke the kiss and looked deep into the
woman's brown eyes, "Renee, I want to please you.  I
want to be inside of you.  I want to taste you."

Kneeling, the redheaded crimefighter opened the crotch
of the woman's jeans and began to peel the skintight
pants down.  Barbara smiled when Renee's panties
became tangled in the jeans.  'One less obstacle,' she
thought.

Once past the woman's hips, the jeans fell and pooled
at her feet.  Barbara was eye level with the thick,
black fur at the apex of Renee's thighs.  The aroma
was intoxicating.

Barbara leaned in and nuzzled the wet mound, the hot
and soft tissue an erotic thrill against her mouth and
cheeks.  Once she had thoroughly wetted the lower part
of her face, she began to kiss the outer labia, first
with closed lips and then with her nimble tongue.  her
hands slid around and gently kneaded the soft cheeks
of the woman's round ass.

Renee held the girl's face to her, her fingers twined
in the long red hair, as Barbara brought shivers of
passion to her.  It had been too long...  And the
woman's tongue was like some kind of wonderful magic.
Another shudder took her and she threw her head back
groaning.

Barbara was finally tasting the woman she had desired
since she was a teenager, and she couldn't be happier.
 She delved as deep as she could into Renee's hot, wet
sex, savoring every drop of her sweet passion.  She
felt the walls of the woman's vagina tighten around
her tongue and knew it wouldn't be long.

Tightening her hold on Renee's ass to help hold her
up, Barbara rubbed her nose lightly across the tip of
the woman's hard clitoris once.  That, combined with
the wonderfully intrusive tongue, was all it took for
Renee to scream out her climax.

As the waves of erotic pleasure washed over her, Renee
leaned heavily on her new love.  Her legs almost gave
way and Barbara's strong grip on her hips helped keep
her from keeling over.

Finally, she shook one last time then pulled the
pretty girl up to her.  She took Barbara's mouth in a
torrid kiss of passion and gratitude.

The Hispanic woman kissed away every drop of herself
she could find on Barbara's face.  She had tasted
herself on her fingers but it was never as sweet as on
a lover.

"Come to bed.  I want to...I need to make you come..."
Renee said before captured Barbara's mouth once again.


Directing Barbara onto her back, Renee knelt between
her legs.  Gently spreading the muscular thighs, the
detective again enjoyed the aroma of her young lover.
The dark red patch of fur drew her like a magnet.  She
didn't fight the pull.

Lowering her face, Renee parted the outer lips with
her fingers before delving into the tender, aroused
tissues with her tongue.  The tangy flavor of the
fiery-haired woman was ambrosia to the cop.

Sealing her lips around Barbara's labia, she shoved
her tongue inside the girl and sucked on the hot flesh
for all she was worth.

Barbara thrust her hips up at the contact.  She was
already nearly there and it wouldn't take long...

Extracting as much of the girl's juices as she could,
Renee moved her lips up and started suckling the hard
little nubbin poking out of it's protective sheath.
The action of her mouth on Barbara's clit brought the
young hero to a shuddering orgasm.

"OH MY GOD!" Barbara screamed, her body arched off the
bed and rigid in it's ecstasy.

Falling back, she lay there panting.  Renee crawled up
alongside her.  Barbara opened her eyes to see the
lovely woman smiling at her.  She ran her fingers into
the thick dark hair and pulled Renee to her.

They shared a long, soft, passionate kiss.  And more
than just a kiss.

"God, if I'd known you could do that to me, I'd've
seduced you long ago, Renee."

Chuckling, Renee replied, "Not too long though.
Wouldn't want to get nailed with statutory..."

"Come here, I want you again..." Barbara said, tugging
at the woman.  Renee happily complied.

Later, as the two sweaty lovers held each other,
Barbara whispered, "What were you saying about having
better days?"

Renee chuckled, "It is."

Barbara followed her gaze to the clock which stood at
2:54 and giggled too.  It was well into the new day.

* * * * * *

Several weeks later, Harvey Bullock, back from medical
leave, was heading home from a late-night poker game.
He happened to be driving through south Midtown.  He
glanced over at the dyke nightclub and almost drove up
onto the sidewalk.

Walking out of the GrrlBar were his partner and his
boss' daughter.  Smiling at each other.  And holding
hands!

He knew about Renee.  Spending so much time together,
they learned more about each other than any spouse
could.  Much as he griped or joked about dykes and
fags (a defense mechanism Renee called it), he loved
his partner.  She was one in a million and if she
wanted to be with women.  Well, that was okay with
him.

But cute, sweet little Barbara Gordon!  He could've
been knocked over with a feather.

Well, it was their life.  Their secret, if they wanted
it to be. Smiling to himself, Harvey continued to his
little apartment, happy that his partner was finally
happy.

The End