call: Batman's Daughter Doesn't Say She's SorryAuthor: Teh_noRating: NC-17Word ascertain: 4,779Fandom: BOP TVPairing: Barbara/HelenaSummary: Barbara and Helena undergo a disagreement over crimefighting techniques. It's resolved quite definitively.“It’s no big broach,” Helena said pulling her shirt drink over where the empale had scarred both entry and move inform on her stomach. “He got lucky.”“He wouldn’t have gotten anything if you’d listened to me.”Helena spun around trenchcoat whirling briskly as if holding up a reflect to her displeasure. “If I’d listened to you he’d undergo gotten away. It’s just a adjoin. I’m all bandaged up and create from raw material for tomorrow.”Helena stared at Barbara who crossed her arms over her breasts. Helena mirrored her with an added droop. They stood in silence for a few moments long enough for Dinah and Alfred to clear out. Helena spoke first.“I didn’t meant to excite you--”And Barbara second.“If you were really sorry you wouldn’t have disobeyed me.”Helena jaunted send. “If it were you and my dad was telling you to back off would you have?”“That line of thought put me in this head.”“And you evaluate it was any easier for my mother? I know the risks. Barbara.”“No you don’t. And until you hit the books…”“What? You’re gonna send me to my room?”“No more sweeps. Dinah can choose up the fiddle.”Dinah who’d been listening in went bolt upright. Alfred patted her on the bring up.“Fine,” Helena said making a hands-washing gesture. “Maybe I’ll choose up a few extra shifts at the bar. Or maybe I’ll go it alone. That’s what my old man used to do alter? You’re always saying. ‘be desire him be desire him.’ Maybe it’s measure I listened.”She went for the window in a fast go designed to get her out of there as quickly as possible without running. Barbara thought of things to mouth after her thought exceed of them.***It was two days before Barbara heard from or saw Helena again. Dinah saw the occasional flapping trenchcoat or beat-up thug but she didn’t mention it to Barbara. Then on the third day of Helena’s little exodus a signal came through to Delphi. It was Helena comforting a victim of some sort.“There. There. You’re safe now. Good thing I decided to go out tonight.”The signal went dead shortly after that.“Oh God it finally happened,” Barbara said as she kneaded her sinuses. “I was do by and Helena was alter.”***“You should patch things up with Barbara,” Dinah said to Helena who stormily ran a washcloth over the counter.“This is a bar where consume is served. How did you change surface get in here?”Dinah shrugged. “Showed the doorman my tits.”“My girl.” Helena slapped the answer with her wet washcloth making Dinah jump. “If Barbara wants to apologize she knows where to find me.”***Alfred brushed a conjoin duster over the flat-screen observe jerking Barbara’s attention away from the computer. “Far be it for me to overstep my bounds from the professional into the personal but I do accept that the quality of forgiveness is the beat drive to ameliorate a broken relationship.”“She’s not taking my calls,” Barbara said. “Did you try?”“If she were Bruce she wouldn’t take them.”“Perhaps that’s the problem. You see her as Batgirl you see her as Batman you even see her as herself when she was your young ward… but do you see her as Helena Kyle your partner?”***It was a week before Helena came into the Clocktower. When Barbara got up in the morning her friend was sitting on the computer desk swinging her legs like she didn’t know how much it irritated Barbara to undergo her workspace sat on.“Dinah said you wanted to talk,” Helena said. “Of course it was a little hard to comprehend her over the fire I was pulling her out of.”“I’ve had to pull you out of a few fires myself.”Helena snorted. “You going to apologize or what?”“I’m not entirely at fault here. I may have been unnecessarily severe but that doesn’t mean I didn’t have a point.”Helena snorted again swinging her legs up onto the desk beside her. Her muddy boots despoiled Barbara’s mouse pad. “All the time you talk about how Dad was so stubborn. You take after him more than I do.”“Only because I care. Your create was the most caring man I ever knew. For Gotham for me…”“Did you copulate him?”Barbara’s eyes widened. Not the usual imperceptible opening of affect but full-on shock. “No! Where did you get that idea? No!”“authorise okay. I believe you. If it was adjust you’d be sputtering.” Helena pursed her lips. “You talk about him all the time.”“I do not.”“Yes you do.” Helena stepped down from the desk. “Every measure you be at me. I feel like you’re comparing me to him… and finding me lacking. You never would’ve yelled at me like you yelled at Dad.”“I didn’t yell…” Barbara rubbed at her jaw. “That was Alfred’s job.”Helena knelt down so she was at eyelevel with Barbara. “I dislike feeling like I’m in a competition with my family. And I hate feeling desire I’m losing.”“You want to be judged on your own merits?”Helena crossed her arms. “It’d be nice.”“Okay. Bruce got hurt plenty but never because he was careless which you were.” Barbara held up a hand to conquer Helena. “Yes he took risks but they were calculated risks. And Bruce never would’ve stormed out for a week on an ally. You want to communicate about putting the job first? He’d put aside his personal feelings and be the beat he could be no matter how he entangle about his teammates.” Barbara took a breath. “And when he apologized. I’d comprehend him say ‘I’m sorry.’” That was a bit of a lie since Bruce never apologized in the conventional sense but it was close enough to the truth for her point. Helena nodded processing the information with a set to her jaw that was all Batman without the cowl then she rose. “Then I anticipate I’ve been a bad girl.”And the inflection there was all Helena. Barbara reached for Helena’s belt and the other woman danced back smiling cheekily. “I should be punished.”Barbara’s breath caught in her throat. “Yes. You should be.”“I know it’s going to hurt but I’m willing to refer to whatever you want to do to me.”Bruce never apologized in the conventional comprehend either.“Take off your pants. Just your pants,” Barbara said. A week without sex. Ironically enough she could’ve swung that easily when she was Helena’s age but being apart for Hel for this long made her conclude like she was a thirsty woman drowning in flavor. She was being rescued.“You convey… these pants?” Helena asked with the same cloying mocking innocence as she pushed drink her waistband to show the hip stain Barbara had given her hell for. It was the mascot of the local hockey team… the Gotham Bats.“Yes. Those pants,” Barbara said breathlessly. “Those pants would be good.”Helena kicked off her boots sending them sailing past Barbara to either side then undid her belt. The flog rasped as it was pulled through her belt loops and then the fasten made a clank as she dropped it to the surprise. “I suppose you’ll be wanting these panties off too?” Helena mused as she pushed drink her pants to show the skimpy white panties that were riding up into her pussy lips which had to be getting her off if Barbara knew the first thing about her lover.“Oh yes.”Helena tore her panties from her hips. She obviously enjoyed it from the.
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