bet y’all thought you’d seen the last of me. sike!!! not!!!!
this is for my beloved kibble, who writes gwen’s husband @concussum (lmao!!!) and a wonderful oc @somniferi, among others. god. where do i start? how do i start? i can’t even begin to describe how much kibble means to me, and how lucky i am to be able to write with her. tbh, y’all should blame her for me spamming your dashes because she’s the reason i came back to tumblr after a year hiatus. lolzzz!! so, yes. she means a great deal to me, and she’s so goddamn talented. every piece of writing she puts out is carefully constructed and thoughtfully laid out. i actually read a lot of her threads because i get such inspiration from her? i think she’s made me a better writer in a lot of ways, and i’m super duper grateful for that. she just understands her characters in a way that’s rarely seen, and she does them so much justice, whether canon or original. i could probably gush about kibble for days, but i won’t, because i’m not that weird. but i could. i totally could.
there’s the low chuckle, in the back of his throat. exhaustion colours each vein in his body, with the work he’s done in the lab –– for his body, for his health, as irony remains rich. and so he reclines, into warmth of the couch, and lets weight rest on his chest. barbara gordon, after all, is rare to snag in embrace.
❛ don’t they make these, uh –– not to smudge?
her lips curl in response as the red lipstick that USED to be there, could now
be found on his features. it was amusing to see how many prominent lip
marks her lipstick could make.
❛ they do, but i just put it on. i needed to blot it on something. ❜
nose crinkled as she laughed a little more. those calloused fingers of hers
brushed his cheek before she rested her head on his chest.
with her fingers sticky with paint, she found herself wiggling them towards the door as
he entered ( a bit late but she didn’t mind ). she was too busy painting her cares away.
a new hobby she picked up on a whim.
send me five times kissed for a drabble about five times our muses kissed.
i.
she could remember the first time they had kissed. it was sweet, playful and not that serious, ( well for barbara anyway ). barbara could remember the way his arm felt against hers as he lead her through the streets of new york, as the paparazzi flashed camera’s in both of their faces. it wasn’t something that hadn’t happen to her before, god knows she’s been in the papers a few times for knowing bruce, tony and brandon.
but she never was asked to kiss the ceo of oscorp before ( let alone anyone else before ). maybe they thought it was funny, or that she didn’t have the guts to do it.
funny, how all she could remember is the taste of his lips and the furious clicking of the camera’s behind them. picture perfect.
ii.
the second time was different, it wasn’t what she expected nor something she expected. maybe it was her fault for giving him mixed signals, for being the one to kiss him first like it was no skin off her back. which it wasn’t. but she shouldn’t have kissed him before. it made a scene, it was something he didn’t need ( he didn’t need her ).
though she never expected feelings, emotions to get involved in such an affair.
barbara wished she could forget. she wished she could forget the taste of bitter liquor that was left behind on her lips as she pulled away and bolted from stark tower.
iii.
it had been weeks ( maybe even a few months ) since she even stopped in new york, and probably even longer since she talked to harry. every day she told herself he was better off. she was a whirlwind of fire and ice. a storm that couldn’t be tamed, when he needed tame. nothing worked in her favor, and she wasn’t about to ruin his life.
but next thing she knew, sleep deprived fingers had skype open, the pad of her thumb brushing over his contact before she hit call. it was an accident, but she didn’t end the call.
even if she looked like death with empty coffee cups surrounding her, she could hear the worry in his voice. he’d never seen her this bad. he’s never actually seen her without some sort of smile on her face.
❛ harry, i need you. can you come over ? ❜
there was no protest, he made the three hour drive to gotham and was greeted by a weary looking red head. she looked worse in person, but it didn’t matter. he was here, she could wrap her arms around him and pull him in close. which is exactly what she did.
not even moments later did her lips find his, muttering a few apologises as she hid herself from him. hiding was easy for her, but outing what she truly felt, who she truly was, was hard.
this was difficult, it was one of the most difficult things she’s done.
iv.
honestly, she hated whenever he spent late nights in the office and she hated when he spent even longer with that assistant of his. barbara never liked her ( okay that was a lie, she liked her before she was with harry ). she never liked how she would make eyes at him as he paced around and worked, or would linger close, even if barbara was in ; trying to spend time with her boyfriend.
but she knew when her time in the ceo’s office was over spent. though that didn’t mean she wouldn’t make a grand exit.
with her hands pressed to his middle, she couldn’t help but press a few kisses to his lips and along his jaw. making sure her red lipstick stayed on his pale skin before she left, to head back to stark tower.
he could live with a little barbara gordon on him for the day.
v.
it wasn’t often he had time to come out to gotham for her, nor did she ever tell him about anything that had happened there. unless her or batgirl was in the papers. that’s when she explained herself. well, explained herself to the best of her ability. she hated when other people worried about her. even if she basically bleeding out on her couch.
though, it was funny. she never remembered calling him after being admitted into the hospital.
then again, last thing she remembered was seeing all her loved ones bleeding on the ground, when she couldn’t save them. don’t you loved scarecrow’s fear toxin? barbara didn’t. she hated witnessing her fears.
she hated being aware of everything she feared happening, could happen all at once. and it terrified her ( she hated being scared. )
❛ harry, honey. i’m fine i’m better than i was before. c’mere. ❜
barbara gave him a weak smile as a had rose up to curl around his, not even a moment later did she find herself leaning her head into the pillows as his forehead pressed to hers.
❛ i’m not going anywhere, i promise. ❜
she leaned up to peck his lips before capturing them fully between chapped lips. making sure to make the kiss last, using any last oxygen in her body before pulling away a bit breathless.
