#roybabs

“So Barb,” Roy hiccups, slinging his arm around her shoulder and smirking like he isn’t more than a little bit tipsy, “do you kiss boys as well as you kiss girls?” His breath smells kind of like the beer that Dick bought for them (nobody cards Bruce Wayne’s ward) and Barbara wonders if he can smell the raspberry flavored lipgloss that smeared on her lips when she kissed Kory and that she’s been either too tipsy or too sentimental to completely wipe off.

“Is that a come on, Harper?” Babs bites back, taking his red cup of warm beer and taking a long sip.  She even smacks her lips when she pulls the cup away, as Roy shakes his head and takes his drink back.

“Do you want it to be, Barbie?” He retorts, finishing the drink himself before absentmindedly crushing the red cup in his hand.  Babs giggles and Roy leans in to kiss her-but her hand keeps him back.

“Truth or dare?” she asks, and he leans in, taking her hand and squeezing it with his own.

“Dare,” he whispers back, smirking.  The tips of their noses almost touch and Babs licks her lips.

“Come on Barb, one round of darts.” Roy Harper’s running his mouth again, grinning like an idiot and baiting girls way too good for him.  ”Or did the Bat not teach you how to aim?”  Barbara’s halfway through her beer, and she’s lost count as to which number this beer happens to be (five, maybe), and she knows that even blackout drunk, Roy could hit his target.  But she never says no to a challenge (which might’ve been how this boozefest started, though beer number 5 or 6 is making the earlier details of the night harder to remember).

“What’s the prize?” Babs asks, downing the remainder of beer and wondering if she should signal for another.  Roy places his hand on her thigh like it belongs there.

“I get to kiss you.” He replies, his lips already dangerously close to hers and his hand moving a little higher.

“And if I win?” Barbara retorts, placing a firm hand on his chest and pushing him back so she can give him what she hopes is an intimidating sort of look.  Roy chuckles.

“That’s cute, Barb.  Come on.” His hand leaves her thigh to wrap around her arm and pull her off the barstool; they make their way to the back of the bar and Roy shouts, “Clear the darts, I’ve got a bet to win,” at a group of youngish looking kids trying (key word: trying) to play darts.  They take one look at him, and one much longer look at Babs (who Roy is still holding onto), snicker, and back away.  One of them even throws his hands up as if to say, hey man, good luck.  Barbara elbows Roy but he only smiles.  ”It worked, didn’t it?”  He wraps his arm around her waist and pulls the darts out of the board.

“Want me to blow on them for luck?” Barbara asks, pressing herself against him, half trying to throw him off and half looking forward to that kiss that’s been promised.  Roy gives a languid grin, the first dart already precariously held between his fingers.

“I don’t need luck,” he replies, smiling down at her.  ”Just aim.” He doesn’t even bother looking away from her lips (which are slightly parted, either because she’s a little drunk or a little horny or both) when he throws his dart, not until it’s hit it mark.  

“Perfect bullseye,” he exclaims, turning back to Barbara.  ”Want to throw the bet now, Barb?  I promise I won’t-” she wraps her hands around the side of his face and mashes his mouth to hers, moaning as he easily returns the kiss and cups her ass with his hands.  He pulls back just for a moment, her lipstick smeared across his mouth.

“You didn’t get to see me do it with my eyes closed,” he whines, and grabs her ass a little tighter, pulling her hips against his.

im gonna go with drunk roybabs being all like resentful of dick and kory being together and going out for a beer or several and roy is like hey wanna play darts ill bet you a kiss that i can win and like obviously he’s going to win but babs cant say no to a challenge so she’s like yes let’s and so roy wins and when he goes to kiss babs she jumps him

they try not to screw in the cab back to the apartment