Dick Grayson had spent everyday of his life since he was thirteen training with the legendary Batman so few things escaped his notice, or surprised him. After all he knew a woman who could fly, a man who could go faster than the speed of light, a honest to God alien who loved to eat Oreo cookies. The fact he fought man who lived over three hundred thousand years and did not age a day was just sort of an expected occurrence when you travel in the circles he did. And yet Dick was stunned with what he caught out of corner of his eye. His ex-girlfriend was taking off her heels. Now most people would not find it too surprising that a woman with sore feet would think to take off her heels after spending several hours at a party, but Barbra Gordon was no ordinary woman and this was no ordinary party. This was a party Bruce Wayne was throwing for his adoptive son’s, Tim Drake, 18th birthday, and Bruce had an image to keep.
Just as Bruce worked to cultivate the image of the Batman as an unholy terror who could be lurking in any shadow ready to strike on any unsuspecting criminal, he also worked to make sure Bruce Wayne was known as a playboy who’s only concern was having a good time. Tim’s birthday party was the latest excuse to burnish that image. The whole affair was being held in a tent so huge it made Dick feel home sick. It could of easily fit the entirety of Haley’s Circus inside. This was hardly a circus, rather than a clown, a sore spot for several of the guests, Bruce had booked the hottest act on the Las Vegas strip, Zatanna, a leggy brunette magician in fishnets who‘s act put those two poofs with the tigers to same. Dick had seen her act several times, and never remembered Zatanna joking her safe word was rutabaga when Tim, her volunteer for her trick, put her in cuffs and leg irons.
As hot as Miss Z was, and amazing as her act was it couldn’t compare to what the entertainment had morphed into at this moment. In the center of the crowd there stood Tim Drake, the birthday boy and successor to Dick’s mantel of Robin, holding the arm aloft of a beautiful 20 year old blond girl in victory. The blond was Stephanie Brown, Tim’s ex-girlfriend and successor to Barbra‘s mantel of Batgirl, and she was positively beaming with pride and fluster standing over her beaten rival, a pop tart daughter of country music singer who thought she would do better than the 18 year old underwear model Stephanie had already beaten in wrestling. Now the teen music queen lay at Steph’s feet striped of her bra and panties but no one was looking at her. Every eye in the tent was on blonde Steph, covered in a mix of sweat and astro-glide but still in her purple bra and black panties after two matches. Dick had to admit it was hard to look away from the Steph, tone and strong but still with a softness, still he scanned the room out of force of habit. There about 15 feet from him was Oliver Queen, a notorious playboy in his own right, whispering in his wife’s ear that she should be the next challenger. Ollie’s encouraging backrub seamed only to upset Black Canary but had a decidedly different effect on her friend. After all Barbra Gordon and just taken off her shoes and was now removing her jewelry. Barbra gave them to Dinah for safe keeping (the idea someone would steal at event with this many superheroes made Dick chuckle) and lifted her summer dress over her head. Only now did Green Arrow notice what was happening, Barbra Gordon was going to challenge Stephanie Brown. She had a sphinx like smile on her face as she walked toward the kiddie pool full of lube in her jade satin bra and panties.
“What the hell is Babs thinking? She is a former congress woman and the daughter of the police commissioner” Dick asked as much to himself as Bruce who now was standing beside him, a slightly tipsy Zatanna attached to his arm. “Is she trying to give Jim a heart attack when this ends up on you tube?”
“I think her little EMP will take care of anyone with a cell phone that decided to violate my rules about recording devices.” Bruce said as he pretended to sip another martini. Like Peyton Manning faking the run, Bruce insisted on maintaining the lie even when he knew no one was watching him. “Things are about to get interesting, enjoy the show.”
“You did OK against little girls, let’s see how your are against a woman!” Barbra called out to Steph and broke her from the trance she was in with Tim.
It was clear to Dick that Stephanie did not know who it was that approached her the pool, but that was understandable. Barbra was hardly the mud wrestling type when she was physically able, and after her accident… well… Tim was the first one to realize who the new challenger was, and his body stiffened, worried that Barbra was going to get hurt if she played this game. An instant after Tim recognized who Stephanie’s new opponent was Steph realized who too. Stephanie dropped back into a playful wrestling stance, figuring that her mentor wanted to give the boys a little show, and called back with fake cattiness, “Bring it on, you old cow!”
Barbra was her friend and mentor, but if she wanted to play, well Steph was game.
“Hey, birthday boy, do me a favor and rub me down. I don’t want to give you girlfriend any advantages. Not that she doesn’t need one.” The crowd roared as Tim Drake reached into the pool and grabbed two handfuls of lube to and began rubbing it into Barbra’s chest, belly and thighs. The fit young blond walked over to Barbra and stood tit to tit with her. The playfulness she had with Barbra had vanished like a flash, now tension hung heavy in the tent. Steph thought she and Babs had a mutual respect. Babs help show Steph how to be a better hero, and Steph was there to help Babs with rehab. Yet there was always and undercurrent to their friendship, Babs helped train Steph but she couldn’t shake the feeling she wasn‘t ready to leave the game when she did. Even when coaching Steph through the earpiece there was an air of “I could do it better“ in Babs‘ voice.
“Tim is my ex-boyfriend-- so I could care less what you do with him.” Steph said, making it clear Tim was not to fuck Barbra. Tim couldn’t help but smile as he looked up from his knees and rubbed another handful of lube over Barbra’s ass and back. He could tell Steph wanted him. “I’m going home with Grayson tonight.”
“Is that so?” Barbra said not even pretending it didn’t bother her. Dick Grayson was something like the super heroine version of the neighborhood bicycle, everyone got a ride, so Barbra should have been used to something like this. But first time Barbra was willing to admit it did bother her. It pissed her off when he fucked that alien piece of trash, and when he fuck the Huntress, and when he fucked the freak show Grace. Barbra was Dick’s first, and as far as she was concerned best, piece of ass. She was tired of sharing him, it stopped now.
“Take it from me, kiddo, Dick likes women.” Barbra said with a breast shake as more for Dick than anyone else in the crowd, not that they didn‘t appreciate it. “Not little girls. I should know.”
“Really? I don’t see a ring. Face it you couldn’t get the job done.” Steph smirked
“Fight!” was yelled out, could have been by Tim, or maybe someone in the crowd, but who ever said it didn’t matter. The blond and redhead lunged for each other immediately and each grabbed handfuls of the other’s hair and began pulling as hard as they could shaking one another from side to side till they both fell with a splash into the lube.
Until now Barbra was at a lose for what drove her to step inside the kiddie pool and stand before a crowd of Gotham‘s, indeed the world’s, elite. Maybe she wanted to put her protégé in her place, maybe she liked having the eyes of every guy in the room on her again. But that didn’t jive with what was going through her head. Stephene Brown was younger, stronger, faster, and blonder then Barbra was. Three months ago Barbra still needed a chair to get around town, she was a broken woman. Now she felt whole again, and now she needed find out just what whole meant. Once she was broken, but before that she had been everything: strong, graceful, Gotham’s dark princess, able to break a man’s jaw with one hit and with a figure that made Catwoman jealous.
Now she was locked in combat with a girl ten years her junior. A woman who had replaced her as Batgirl, and maybe supplanted her as a woman. As the two women struggled in the slime, Steph had already gained an advantage, locking a body scissor on the redhead while she kept a death grip on her crimson locks. Barbra wasn’t out of this fight yet, she wasn’t about to admit Steph was the better woman. She pushed down on Steph’s head using the lube to her advantage, and executed textbook BJJ sweep. She had already come up with twelve ways to take Steph out, quick and surgical, like she had been trained to do when she walked the streets as Batgirl. But she told herself this wasn’t a operating table, it was a mud pit, and she couldn’t fight like a Bat. Even if she could get leverage for a submission hold, it wouldn’t be as if Steph didn’t know the counter. She was more Batgirl than Barbra was at this point and neither one of them could afford to look like martial arts masters. They had secret identities to maintain. So the two women screamed at each other and rolled around the vat of lube like a couple of drunk sorority girls to the roar of the crowd. Neither woman could maintain a pin, or even a solid grip without handfuls of hair. Still they had managed to fight their way to their knees somehow. The blonde and redhead fought a brief breast battle, slamming their chests together in primal fury. Hard nipples driven into soft flesh was annoyingly painful, but it was clear neither this nor the hair pulling headshaking would settle anything.
Steph was beginning to tire, she had already fought two wrestling matches tonight with game opponents, and Barbra was far stronger than she thought possible. The blonde bat needed to catch a breather and there was only one thing she could think of doing that would stop Babs in her tracks without dislocating something on her. Steph kissed Babs. She pulled the redhead into her and planted a wet one on her mentor’s lips. Soft lips that parted surprisingly quickly for Steph’s tongue, which forced its way past the astringent lube coating to a warm wet mouth that tasted of rum and mint. As their tongues wrestled their bodies made peace, Barbra loosened her grip on Steph’s hair and she let go in kind. Barbra then caressed the face of Steph, then her breasts. Steph followed Barbra’s lead, and began rubbing her mentor’s tits, then started to work on loosening her bra.
Barbra’s reply was sudden and violent, an open palm slap to Stephanie’s face that was hard and cruel. The crack of her soft hand on the younger woman’s unblemished face silenced the raucous crowd. Immediately Stephanie got the overt message, “I’m not giving it up that easy, you want my bra you are going to have to take it.” It would take another two rapid fire slaps to the face for Stephanie to grasp the further meaning of the slaps, “I’m better than you.” Now Stephanie retaliated against her friend, her mentor, her role model, with a slap of her own. Barbra’s face grew warm after just one forceful corrective strike, Steph’s way of telling Barbra that they were equals. She demanded this be a respectful battle between them, at least as respectful as a wrestling match in anal lube could be.
Slap! SLAP! Came Barbra’s reply, a one-two to Stephanie’s soft face with the front and back of her hand. Now the terms of battle were set, the meaning was clear to Stephanie and Barbra alike. Knelling there in the kiddie pool the crowd had faded to the background. They were not friends, they were not teacher and student, they were just two women. Barbra thought she was better than Stephanie, and she was going to hurt and humiliate Steph to prove her point. Stephanie didn’t miss a beat, she slapped Barbra with the back of her hand as hard as she could turning the ivory skin of her ginger rival that same shade as her hair. Barbra couldn’t of been happier. For the first time in years she was not being treated like a victim, but a rival. This burning felt good. A open palm slap to the face brought Barbra back to reality. Stephanie made it clear that they were not equals, that this was a fight to the finish, and it was going to be her, the younger, stronger woman who would prove herself to be the better woman in the slap fight.
Barbra and Stephanie were both high level martial artist in their own right. They could block their rival’s slaps at any point, but that would be admitting defeat. Another Batgirl, Cassandra Cain, was best known for communicating though physicality alone, but at this point the whole room could figure out the meaning of the contest. Bruce, Dick, and Tim all might of wanted to stop this contest of wills, but they stood back knowing neither woman would forgive them if they did end this prematurely. After two minutes of steady slapping neither woman showed any signs of backing down even if their lovely faces were worse for wear. There was redness and swelling on both women’s faces, even their hands were sore, but the slaps just got harder.
The blond and redhead were both frantically struggling to hurt the other more, to beat their opponent so bad that she would stop her own assault. Tears were welling up in Barbra’s eyes, but after each violent caress of Stephanie’s hand Barbra’s resolved strengthened not to cry. A sob did break through Barbra’s defenses after she hit her young blond rival with a particularly cutting back hand. Barbra was so sure she had hurt Steph with that blow, it was to the more swollen side of her face after all, that Barbra’s heart couldn’t help but break when Stephanie’s head rolled back with a cold empty stare that seemed oblivious to her efforts. Barbra’s heart couldn’t help but break a little after seeing that, and Stephanie leapt into the fray once more with a coup de grace of her own.
Barbra was tougher than she looked, not surprising given who she was, and she stifled her sob the moment Stephanie’s hand came in contact with her face. She was a warrior, and she could not give her rival the satisfaction. As badly as her face hurt, Barbra knew only one thing could end her pain, hurting Stephanie so she pushed through her walls to strike back. Once more no reaction from Stephanie, so Barbra steeled herself for another slap. The cycle slap, sob, slap repeated twice more before Stephanie started to break. She thought she was so close to putting Barbra away. She knew her rival was hurt, more than likely hurting worse than her, but still she kept fighting. It wasn’t fair. Stephanie knew she was stronger than Barbra, but for some reason Barbra insisted on fighting even though she knew she was going to lose. Why did Babs have to keep on fighting? It only hurt them both more. Why couldn’t Barbra be sensible and quit? Stephanie hardly noticed that now she was crying, she only seemed to notice that Barbra had a renewed sense of energy to her hits in response. “It not fair,” Stephanie thought, “Babs can’t really be hitting this hard still. I know she’s beaten, I can’t wait for that stupid bitch to realize it though.” And so with blinding pain coursing though her Stephanie could no longer suppress her training, she took Barbra down with a textbook judo throw that Barbra herself had taught Stephanie.
The young blond woman took a moment, with tears, blood and snot streaming from her face, before she looked down at her defeated foe. Stephanie hated to admit it, but she always felt a certain thrill looking down at a thug after she dispatched him. He was on the ground feeling weak and helpless she was on top powerful and sexy. She had never wanted to hurt anyone as badly as she had wanted to hurt Babs a moment ago and now she had won by throwing her to the ground. So imagine Stephanie’s surprise when she looked down at her red haired rival to see her staring up in just her green panties like the cat who had eaten the canary. Barbra thought she had won? Of course she did, because she had. Stephanie tossed her to the ground true, but only because she couldn’t stand one more strike to the face. Every woman, including Zatanna and Black Canary, knew it too and so Stephanie sort of snapped. She pounced on Barbra with a wild animal fury determined to embarrass the older woman.
Barbra was still savoring her victory when she found Stephanie on top of her with two handfuls of her hair banging her head into the inflated floor. Truthfully it hurt more getting yanked up by her roots than hitting the ground, but by the time Barbra had gotten a hold of some blond tresses, Stephanie had switched her focus. She ripped off Barbra’s bra with savage efficiency drawing hoots from the crowd. Tim tried to get a peak at Barbra’s breasts, as Dick had told him they were among the finest set of tits he had ever touched (and Dick had touched tits from all over the universe) but Stephanie quickly grabbed hold of those tits with a mauling in mind. The sharp stab of Stephanie’s nail tearing into her soft breasts made Barbra feel alive. She ripped into Stephanie’s tits without missing a beat. One hand ripped her lacy purple bra open allowing the other hand to go to work on the exposed flesh. Though they were covered in oil both women maintained firm grips. At this point Steph was willing to say Barbra was more of the tit mauler than Selina Kyle and that was saying something. Still it was hardly surprising the redhead would have such a strong grip, she used them to push herself everywhere till a few month ago.
Steph still had the upper hand, she was on top of Barbra, but like lighting Barbra bucked her hips for an escape and two Batgirls scrambled for position. Barbra struck first grabbing a hold of Steph’s panties and driving them into her sex by pulling them up. She fallowed up by slamming her chest into Stephanie’s again this time the hard nipples of Barbra Gordon had more chilling effect on the blonde Batgirl. Steph desperately tried to shove Barbra off her sore tits only realizing after the snapping of one side of her panties that was Barbra’s plan all along. Steph made fatal lunge at Barbra’s panties, hoping to win the battle for tearing them off, but Barbra had no intention of giving up now. She had locked Stephanie in a bear hug and was not about to let go for anything. Sure it hurt like hell to have that knot of fabric drive up into her, but Barbra knew having Steph’s battered tits squeezed by hers hurt worse. With textbook form Barbra slammed Steph to the ground with a belly to belly suplex and mounted her with a schoolgirl pin.
Whack! Barbra cracked her blonde protégé across the face with an open palm, “Say it!” thundered Barbra.
Stephanie looked up at Barbra, her naked crotch just inches from her face, and she felt fear for the first time in a long time. Barbra hit her again, this time with the back of the hand raising a fresh burning pain to Steph’s face.
“I said say it, bitch!”
“I give.”
“Louder!”
Tears were streaming from Steph’s face now, “I GIVE!”
“Damn right you do,” Barbra muttered before standing up. She planted one foot on Stephanie‘s chest and raised on fist in the air and the crowd roared one more time. Barbra then bent down to help a sobbing Steph to her knees, she embraced her with a sisterly hug and kissed her softly on the top of her grease covered hair. “Thank you,” Barbra whispered in Stephanie‘s ear, “I needed to know if I still had it.”
“I never doubted it.” Stephanie whimpered back. Against her will Stephanie was dragged to her feet by Barbra who raised her hand in victory to cheers for a hard fought battle. Barbra gave one more soft kiss to Stephanie’s swollen cheek and then handed her off to Tim. Next she made a beeline to Dick Grayson, seemingly oblivious to the fact she was naked and covered in oil.
“To the victor goes the spoils, Babs.” Dick smirked.
“I didn’t do that for you, hot pants.” Barbra insisted, “I did it for me.”
“I know, Babs. Lets get you cleaned up.”
“Grayson, I still have a lot to teach you if when presented with naked lubed woman you think about shampoo. First we’ll do something dirty then we’ll get clean.”
