#babsteph

It's the most logical solution- really.

She thought she could keep a hold of Dick; no matter their fights they always seem to gravitate back towards each other. But Dick's priority is always going to be Bruce, and Barbara can't take it any more. It's time to let Dick go.

Jason's tenure was short, and being Red Hood suits him better anyway- no need to drag him back into the Robin mantle. Tim- Tim would be too easily missed- too many people wanting to ask after him all the time. And Damian. Well, Barbara isn't looking to start a fight with Bruce for no reason.

No, there really was only ever one clear choice for Babs to keep a Robin, nice and safe, here in the Clocktower.

Stephanie Brown. Not just Robin- but a Batgirl, too. She wore Barbara's symbol, so she's Barbara's.

Babs never really understood how Weird Dick was about the other Robins until other girls started using Barbara's mantle, too. She gets it now. Cass and Steph- they're hers in a way no one else will ever be. It's different from a team, from the Birds of Prey. Not that the stray thought of keeping Dinah like a kept bird hasn't crossed her mind a time or two. But it wouldn't work. Not like keeping Steph will.

If Barbara can say so herself, she might have outdone herself with the planning for this.

The Clocktower was wired to the brim with cameras already, but Barbara installed quite a few extra so she would have multiple angles of her prized possession no matter where in the hideout she’s placed. And right now, she’s placed in her case.

Hours and hours were spent on the design of the case, even more hours tweaking and adjusting it to her specifications. Most of the time, it looks like any other suit display case, Steph’s Batgirl suit right there in line with one for Babs and one for Cass. Their original suits. Just for display, never to be opened and re-used, not with how little padding they had compared to the new ones.

Except it’s not really Steph’s suit in her case, it’s a screen- a very convincing one- and it better be with the hologram technically Babs worked into it. And it can be turned off to show what’s really inside the case.

Not Batgirl, but Robin.

Steph, locked into ankle and wrist manacles, another at her throat and hips for extra support. Forced to stand straight up with her arms above her head, keeping her stretched out and on display for Barbara when she’s alone like this and can turn off the screen to view her Robin.

She’s wearing a custom-made Robin suit, the tunic front laced loose enough for her tits to threaten to slip free with every new shake of her body, the bottom hem cropped just below the bar at her hips, keeping her from rubbing herself raw against the metal but making sure the top isn’t long enough to cover the view.

Her leggings are the extra special piece of the new uniform- tailored to be completely open between her legs but hugging tight to her hips and thighs, seam lines purposefully drawn to lead the eyes to her pussy, held open on a vibrating toy, that is lightly buzzing away both inside and out- a little nub bent up to target her clit.

It can’t be seen, but she’s slipped a small plug into Steph’s ass as well- can’t let her doll be getting bored when Babs can’t play hands on with her. And with what a workaholic Barbara is? Steph gets left like this quite often.

Despite the fact that Steph hasn’t tried to scream for help for a while, Babs has grown fond of seeing her with the gag, her lips stretched wide over it, helpless and drooling. The case is soundproofed, only able to heard from inside if Barbara turns on the microphone. So the gag is really just for looks- well. Looks, and reminding Steph that she only gets the privileges Barbara allows her. If she doesn’t want Steph to speak, regardless of who can hear, then Steph won’t speak.

She’s not allowed to come unless Barbara says so, which means the toys are normally set to low- just enough to keep Stephanie aroused and aware, but not enough to get her off. Still, mistakes do happen, and Barbara is working her best to make them stop. Any time Steph comes without permission, she gets all the toys turned up to the max, nonstop pressure and vibration until she comes again. And then again. And again.

Barbara loves to pull Steph out of the case while she’s being overstimmed into hell and back. She’s installed an anchor point to the floor under her desk, perfect for when she wants Steph more readily available for her. It’s easy enough to get her chained down between Barbara’s legs while she’s out of it from all the orgasms, she usually more falls into place than sits there. And Babs loves to temporarily remove the gag and have Steph eat her out or ride Steph’s face when she’s like this.

She’s normally too out of it to eat her properly, but she’s cute covered in drool and tears and Babs’ slick, and if she’s being honest? Babs gets off more to the image of Steph helpless on her knees for her than for any skill Steph brings to the table. Which is none- or, well. It was none, before Barbara got her hands on her.

Stephanie Brown was a classic case of tragically straight girl, and Barbara would bet all of the money in Bruce’s many bank accounts that it had never crossed her pretty little mind that she would ever be on her knees for another girl like this.

Babs threads her hand into Stephanie’s thick blonde hair, pressing her closer to her heat, rubbing her nose up against her clit while she gasps for air. She’s shaking beneath her, little moans whimpered out against Babs’ lower lips, and Barbara can only guess at the mess she’s making of the floor- she makes a mental note to make Steph lick up her own leaking slick before putting her away again, but for now she uses her free hand to pull up a live feed of Dick’s apartment.

She knows- she knows! She said she needed to let Dick go, and she will. But there’s no harm in letting her doll get her off while she just watches her ex. Besides, she always likes the way Steph practically growls whenever Barbara moans out Dick’s name during these little play times. Who knew her toy would have a possessive streak, too? Especially when she doesn’t even want to be here.

This time, when Barbara sighs out Dick’s name, she’s rewarded with Steph attempting to bite her clit- though luckily her reflexes are fast enough to yank at Steph’s hair and pull her back before she could do more than a slight sting of pain. She tsks at her protege- keeping her head pulled back at an awkward angle by her hold on her hair at the base of her skull. “You get those manners from your daddy?”

Steph glares up at her, lips open and panting, tongue darting out in a vain attempt to clean up the slick on her face.

“Y’know, I have half a mind to invite Dick over here if you’re going to behave like this.”

“Good- then he can tell you what a psycho- ah-!” Barbara yanks again, forcing Steph to arch uncomfortably.

“Hate to break it to you, Robin, but Dick doesn’t hold any care for you. He would just as soon use that cute little cunt you have and then leave you with me than argue with me about this. Maybe we should do that, huh? Let him knock you up again since that’s all you seem to be good for.” She spits Robin like an insult, making Steph flinch back. She doesn’t want to believe that that’s true, but…

Barbara uses her free hand to gently cup Steph’s face, a harsh contrast to the way she’s still forcing Steph into that uncomfortable arch. “Or… You can get back to work making me happy and we can forget that for now.”