The patrol lasted longer than she expected that night. She was supposed to be done four hours ago, but the night never seemed to end. Hot, sweaty, and exhausted all Barbara wanted was to slip out of her Batgirl costume and take a bath in the Batcave jacuzzi.
Bruce and Dick were overseas. Searching for a young countess that Ras Al Ghul may have been associated with.
Barbara began slipping out of her uniform when she heard something from the locker room. She quickly slipped her uniform back on and reached for her utility belt.
"Just a black sports bra and underwear tonight, Batgirl?" Jason said.
Jason was off of patrol tonight. Bruce's orders. The new Robin punched out a henchman that was already handcuffed. And then punched out the cop who handcuffed him. It wasn't that Jason was out of control It was that he had fun doing it.
"What are you doing here?" Barbara said.
"Trying to see if there's a spare Robin costume," Jason said. "Didn't you create your first Batgirl costume from scratch?"
"I pretended to be Batman for a press conference. Then I converted it to a Batgirl costume." Barbara said.
Jason was checking her out. He knew what he was doing. Smile never leaving his lips.
It wasn't the first time Jason was inappropriate with her. He tried getting into her pants almost a year ago. Barbara would've entertained the idea but Jason had problems. And she didn't want him to bring her with him when they came undone. She could fall in love. But she rarely traveled with it. That's why she didn't go with Dick after he left Gotham.
"You look like you could use some company. Perhaps we could share a hot tub?" Jason asked.
Jason began to run his hands down his shirt and began to pull it off. Barbara wouldn't lie. Jason had an incredible figure. Heck. Bruce hated Jason's personality and only brought him in because the henchmen and villains were getting bigger and bigger. And Jason had the balls to take them on.
"You afraid to relax with your own partner?" Jason said.
"I'm the only one who worked tonight." Barbara said.
"Well I don't mind putting in some work right now." Jason said.
He took a step towards her. His eye was confident. Full of lust. "I'll even let you train me."
Barbara took a step back. Crossing her arms over her chest, so he could not stare at her nipples in case they were getting erect.
"What. You're not seeing anyone right now. No one would get jealous of you sharing a hot tub with me, Batgirl?" Jason said. "If that's what you wanted to do?"
Barbara began to nod but took another step back. She was tired more than horny.
"I'm sorry. But you look too sexy for me not to try." Jason said. He leaned in for a kiss.
"Your game is horrible tonight." Barbara said. "Nevermind. It's always horrible."
"Fine. You're right. You deserve better." Jason said. "I'm not Dick. Or Bruce."
Her face was flushed. He obviously knew about Dick. But he couldn't have known that she and Bruce had been fooling around for almost two years. If he did, did he think she was just a dumb whore?
Her thought passed. And for a moment, he gave up the act. And Barbara saw a snapshot of Jason that probably no one had seen. Self-deprecating and ashamed. Usually not a turn-on.
"Look. You're not exactly in left field. There's something between us.I just, can't figure it out yet. And I'm going through a phase of trying to figure out a lot." Barbara said. "That's what I need right now."
"Yeah. I get that." Jason said. "I do."
"You know what you need right now?" Barbara said.
"I'm trying to think of an answer that isn't sexual. This is new to me." Jason said.
"A new costume." Barbara said.
"I thought I was suspended." Jason said.
"You're not caring about rules now, are you?" Barbara said.
The two went into the "tailor" room. Prior to Barbara getting access to the cave, only Alfred had access to it. Jason was somewhat taken aback by how many variations of suits Batman had in the extra large walk-in closet.
"Many of these are prototypes. Stuff that never saw the field."
"What the hell is this?!" Jason said from across the room.
He held bright green biker shorts and a tank top-style Robin costume.
"Carrie Kelly. She was Robin for a few nights on an undercover mission. Decided she wanted a different life." Barbara said. "Her glasses were cool though. Nightvision with access to the Batcave's computer system."
He flipped through all of the Robin costumes Dick wore. He found a pair that had black tights on the bottom and black gloves. Completely void of green. He hated looking like a Christmas tree.
"I think I like this one." He said.
He raced into the locker room and came back.
Barbara was somewhat flushed. He looked oversized in it. He was a few inches shorter than dick but he had the muscles of a 30-year-old. He wasn't an acrobat. He was a streetfighter. She looked down a bit and saw the clear outline of his cock through the spandex of his costume. Somewhat imagining if she would have caved into his advances from earlier.
"Try this on for me." Barbara said.
She tossed Jason a suit from Batman's suit rack instead of Robins. He didn't recognize it.
"Bruce was a few years older than you when he put that on. It was his second prototype." Barbara said.
"How do you know? You weren't even aware that Bruce was Batman until two years ago." Jason said.
"Because I saw him in it. When he visited my dad on the rooftop. Or the apartment he lived in when he was still a lieutenant." Barbara said.
"He'd kill me if he saw me on the streets wearing this." Jason said.
"We'll use it as a stepping stone. You have a similar build as he did back then, so it might be our best shot." Barbara said.
Jason left the room. Barbara felt like it took an eternity for him to get back.
"Sorry Babs. This thing has like two zippers and they're hard to get up."
Jason walked back in. Barbara's jaw almost dropped.
He wasn't wearing the cape or cowl but Jason looked amazing in it. His shoulder, arms, and chest all molded perfectly into the top half. She kept waiting for him to turn just a tiny bit so she could see his butt in it.
"I get it. I'm not Batman. But this feels kind of good." Jason said.
Barbara threw him a cowl. It wasn't the tactical kind that Bruce wore on most patrol nights. This was something he kept in the back of the limo if he needed to make a quick change in a pinch.
Jason held off.
"Where's that zipper?" Barbara asked.
Jason pointed to his back. Barbara saw the last few inches needed to be zipper up.
"Put on the mask." Barbara whispered into his ear.
He pulled on the mask and slowly adjusted it.
"I'm not sure who would be more pissed. Dick or Bruce?" Jason laughed.