Title: Taking a breather Pairing: Nightwing/Robin IV/Batgirl II Rating: Adult, and ever so gratuitous Summary: On a rooftop in Gotham, Batgirl and Robin make Nightwing a proposition. Note: You know that canon timeline that says Steph was Robin for about a week while Dick's life was going to hell in a handbasket? That canon timeline doesn't apply to this story because it is a cruel and nasty canon timeline, and it can bite me. For Mael. "Are you sure?" Nightwing asks, and Batgirl nervestrikes him in the hip. He falls back onto the roof, rolling as best he can, and ends up flat on his back. "Yes," she says, and she's still not Batgirl in his head, not really, not without red hair and a smile that could stop a train. Speaking of smiles, Robin –- and that's another thing -– grins at him and sits on his chest. "Hey, Nightwing." And she's not a redhead, but she's got the grin and she's kissing him and -- Babs already knows, and Dinah's not swinging in and Power Girl isn't here and Helena isn't here, so she can't be -– that mad. Really. And Bruce must know, but he's not here, and Clark's not here, so it's okay. Besides, Robin's lips are soft and she needs this from him. Batgirl's hands are on Robin's breast and tugging down his leggings. "All right, all right," he says when Robin lets him breathe. "But here?" "Not much time," Batgirl says, and that is definitely her hand on his dick. "Just –- a break." "You do this much?" Nightwing asks Robin. She laughs, bright and beautiful –- god, she's right for the job -– and kisses him again. "Sometimes." "God," Nightwing says, laughing with her and pulling her tunic up so he can cup her breast and run his thumb over her nipples. "And it helps?" "Relaxation makes your focus better," Batgirl says. She's still stroking him -- when did she get practice in that? Don't think about it -– and Robin turns her head and they kiss. They've been practicing that one, too, and it's better than porn, because it's real and it's right there, and it's Batgirl and Robin. When he licks his fingers and pinches Robin's nipple gently, she moans into Batgirl's mouth and rocks her hips against his chest. "Oh fuck," Robin says, and she fumbles in her utility belt. Nightwing sits up to nuzzle the soft skin of her stomach and the bottoms of her breasts. "You carry condoms?" "Gotta be prepared." She does that Robin grin again, and it makes everything feel okay. Maybe Tim –- who, maybe, should be the one under her on the roof -– isn't Robin, but at least Bruce has someone who will keep him from settling into gloom and doom twenty-four-seven. Even if she probably won't ever roll a condom on him in five seconds flat and then settle onto his cock. Probably not the best time to think about that, even if he could think right now, which, not happening. "God," Nightwing says. "Yes." That's Robin -– and Batgirl, too. He looks up and they're kissing again. Batgirl hasn't moved her hand much –- she was groping Nightwing, before, and now she's stroking Robin, quick and light, keeping time with them. It makes Robin moan against her mouth and move faster, squeezing Nightwing with her thighs. It's all he can do to keep up and play with her breasts while she tosses her head back and lets Batgirl bite her neck. It's amazingly easy, and he wonders with some hysterical part of his mind whether this is why some guys want two women at once -– so they don't have to focus on the hard parts. Robin's chanting "Just like that, god, yes," and then she whimpers, and he can feel her tense hard, but instead of clinging to him she's clinging to Batgirl. It's beautiful and amazing and she's coming. When she relaxes again with a shudder, she leans in and kisses him hard. "Thanks." "Um," Nightwing says, because "But --" would be begging, wouldn't it? And Robin stands up -- gives him one brief flash, pulls up her leggings, pulls her tunic into place –- and then there's no way he can keep watching her because while he was distracted, Batgirl got her own leggings down and now she's crouching over him, dark and lithe, hungrier even than Robin was. "Hello, Nightwing," she says, and he can hear the laughter in her voice. Like Bruce's laughter more than anyone's, and that's not the right thought to think when Batgirl is pulling her shirt up. This time he can help. He can do more than say, "Hi," and play with her breasts because Robin's not pinning him down, and Batgirl's hardly putting any weight on him. She's just –- using him is the best word, finding her own time. It gives him enough time to get his gloves off, finally, and get a hand on her hip so he can really feel the way she's moving enough to make the way his fingers touch her clit really work. She's watching him like she'd watch anyone in a fight, and, fuck, he's not going to last. Not after Robin, not after watching them, and definitely not with her doing everything just exactly when he needs it. Especially not when Robin kisses him again, laughing, and then kisses Batgirl with that familiarity and sweetness that comes with working with someone for years, and loving them, and fighting by their side every damn night until you just know their moves perfectly -- "God," Nightwing says, and feels everything in his brain stop mattering except the parts that are feeling her, warm and slick, and watching them kiss. There can't possibly be anything as important or wonderful as that, not anywhere. When he comes and he absolutely has to close his eyes, he's still seeing them with their arms around each other. He's still catching his breath when Robin kisses him again. "Hey. Thanks." He tousles her hair and grins. "No prob. It was fun." "Yeah, it was." She gives him a hand up and a cloth, so he wipes himself off and tries not to be embarrassed. Batgirl kisses him on the cheek. "We will patrol together again." Nightwing grins at her. "Of course we will." And then he thinks of the time, and all of the things that must have gone wrong in these stolen moments, so he gets out his grapple. "But it's definitely time to get back to work." "Aw," Robin says, but she's already dressed for it. "See you later." He pats her on the butt –- well, why not? -- because he can't wink effectively in the mask. "You bet." She laughs and flips off the roof, Batgirl beside her. He watches them go and grins, then heads off to a different neighborhood, very relaxed indeed.
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