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From The Office, To The Streets, To The Sheets ((Bed and Daleen))

Daleen

Daleen

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((NSFW))Sarah((NSFW))'s life had been wonderful, she had a wonderful job working as a business associate for Nygmatech, and helped bring it back up from the ashes that it's reputation had burned down to after the owner was found to be Riddler, though once it was found out it was hard to believe many people didn't realize. The new owner had come and hired an army of new people to try and keep the company alive, something of which Sarah had been a part of. She started on a secretary, before working her way up to business management. It was basically her job to deal with other corporations to work together on projects, public affairs, and their general social presence. She spent many a sleepless night in the first year working against the reputation the company had established, but she was a friendly enough woman, fresh from college and determined to make her mark, she never relented. First one company gave them a chance, and she made sure they did well enough to get another. Then another, and another, until other companies starting joining in. They had built up an empire of companies, and Sarah had made a few friends. Though he closest had always been the woman from Wayne Corp, Barbara. Sarah and Barbara spent most of their free time together during the work events, and a few times outside of them, to the point Sarah considered the woman her best friend. She had money, she had comfort, she had friends, and she had respect. And then, three years of hard work vanished in a single day.

The owner who Sarah had worked beside for so long, turned out to just be another villain, using the money to fund criminal activity through back channels. The reputation she had worked so hard to build up was gone in a day. While she herself had never even had any idea about the dark deals, she was closely tied to the man, and nobody believed her innocence. She was fired, and barely avoided going to jail for something she had nothing to do with thanks to some mysterious evidence that nobody seemed to know where it came from pulling her ass out of the fire. She figured she would be fine, she had savings, she could get another job long before that ran out! She held onto that thought even as she started getting repo notices on her car, and late payments from her bank for her mortage. Not six months after it all, just after the woman's 24th birthday, she had officers at her door, telling her she was to leave the premises, and all her property was forfeit to pay the money left on the mortage. Not even a year ago she had been living the dream life, and now here she was, huddling for warmth in the street, hiding away from the pouring rain in a old air vent someone had tossed into the alley way. Her black hoody was ragged, filthy and covered with holes, her pants not in much better condition.

Her stomach growled at her in anger, while she licked her lips, drinking the water that was collecting in the cup she left out in the rain to at least slate some of her thirst. She was going to take care of it all tonight though. She had a plan, one she never imagined she'd do but, she had her first winter night last night, and she knew if she didn't get some money for some clothes at the very least, she would be dead before the month was out. Last night's frost had her near death, only thawing out once the morning came, and it scared her more then anything else. She'd always thought she'd find a way out of this but that was a wake up call. She had to do something, or she was dead, and she couldn't play by the rules anymore. She hung her head in shame as she looked down at the gun she had found after a fight, a terrible answer to her problems, but all that she had.

Gulping once more, her heart racing, she slipped her hood up and began crawling out of the vent. She stepped into the alleyway, trembling as the rain quickly soaked through her clothes, sending her teeth chattering and her body trembling with the cold. She moved forward to the streets, making sure it was clear, before hurried walking towards the liquor store she was hiding behind. She moved in, knowing she had to be fast before she could chicken out. "Give me all the money! All the money in the drawer! Now!" she screamed out, her face hidden by her hood as she raised the gun up at the man. It was unloaded, she'd made sure of that, but there was no way for anyone else to know that it was just a hunk of metal at this point. Her hand was shaking hard as she held the gun at the man over at the counter, fighting back tears as she saw the fear in his eyes as he suddenly began moving to open the drawer.

The next thing Sarah knew was that her head was ringing, and she was in the air. She blinked once, before crying out as she fell hard onto the ground of the floor. Groaning softly, she slowly eased herself up, the hood falling away to show her face. Her soft pouty lips were now cracked and dry, already turning blue with the night's frost creeping in, her cheeks looked a bit sullen, not quite starvation but nearing it, and her long red hair, once her biggest pride, was now a messy, tangled, knotted, and greasy mess, hanging around her clumps. And while her face was smudged with dirt, soot, and grease, matching her ragged clothes, her fiery red eyes were still bright and vibrant, as if looking into your very soul. She was a mess, but she was still recognizable enough as Sarah if one knew her from before, not that there were many people who she associated with in this area of the city. Sarah looked up at who hit her, and her heart stopped, her red eyes suddenly brimming with tears as she hung her head. Her idol, her hero, the woman she always aspired to be like, Batgirl, was looming over at her, like the common criminal scum she had become, and it broke her heart. She truly felt she could fall no lower then she was now, and broke into a fit of tears as she dropped back onto her back, tears leaving tracks in the dirt on her face as they ran down while she stared up at the ceiling. "You don't have to arrest me...just, let me crawl out back and die" she said softly, not wanting to survive anymore, not now.
 
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Ever since the Bat-Family's quashing of a more recent scheme by the Riddler, Barbara spent some of her downtime between hours on end out on the streets with the cape and cowl observing some of the goings-on with Nygmatech. Especially its tragic, gradual downfall, as well as the hard work spent trying to keep it afloat by Sarah, one of her closest and dearest friends (other than Bruce, Dick and Tim, of course). It was difficult for her to watch from the sidelines as Nygmatech was closed by city officials due to a criminal investigation involving the new acting CEO and his ties to the Gotham mob scene, funneling away funds to help with said activities. Innocent people like Sarah lost their jobs due to the entire ordeal, not even of their own doing. Just trying to make an honest living in a dishonest world.

When she was about to reach out to Sarah to try to offer up a few resources, she seemed to...disappear. She spent days trying to search about in the local Gotham homeless shelters, trying endlessly to reach her all to lead to that one night. She was sitting, perched atop a gargoyle jutted from the side of a tower near the city's center when the earbud wired to the police scanner on her belt started to roll out some chatter. A burglar alarm had been hit by the cashier being threatened with the unloaded gun Sarah held as he reached for the register, somehow managing to pull it off without the motion being seen.

Carefully descending down from the heights of the concrete canopy toward street level, using lower-level rooftops to quickly make her way several blocks towards the liquor store where the alarm was reported to have come from, the cowled Batgirl expertly descended to ground level, first looking through the window carefully at the inside, spotting the alleged robber holding something in his or her hand. Hard to tell with the light of a lightning bolt making itself known for a brief moment. Barbara knew this place, her father had come here several times in the past to get cooking wine to baste several birds. Great stuff, honestly. But there were several flaws with trying to get in there to help the cashier; firstly, there were bells on the door. She remembered that much. However she ALSO knew that the bank had a frankly terrible security threat; a rickety air intake above, on the roof. Making her way back up, she carefully used the ventilation system--as well as another rickety, old grate--to gain entry to the premises. Once she was inside, keeping herself below counter level to not catch the thief's eye, she hand-signaled the cashier to keep calm before springing up to make her move.

A chop to the back of the head, a sweeping kick to knock the perpetrator off her feet! That voice--a woman's voice. Strangely familiar. NO! As soon as she looked down to observe the thief's identity, it came as a shock to see the worn, tired face of her dear friend lying there, pained, on the floor. She looked a mess--dirt, her hair messy and matted. She looked to have been homeless at least several weeks, ever since she was practically tossed from her home. She had to make a choice, and fast. "No...I have something more fitting for you," she said sternly before carefully using a valve on the wrist of her glove to safely knock Sarah unconscious.

After carefully explaining "the" situation to the cashier of the place as well as hiding the woman away, making up a story to the police--oh boy, that would be a situation she hoped to explain to her father never--she carefully carried Sarah's body away to the rooftops before summoning the Batmobile with the homing beacon on her utility belt. Making sure that the unconscious Sarah was cuffed and carefully swaddled in a warm blanket, she placed her in the passenger seat of the vehicle before driving back off towards the Batcave. This was going to be an interesting night to try to get her message across...
 
Sarah whimpered, flinching away and bringing an arm up to defend herself, as she had learned to do in the last two months whenever anyone moved towards her as she had endured a fair amount of being jumped beaten and mugged for the nothing she had to give. Yet instead of another blow, she was struck by a puff of air with a faintly herbal smell to it. She groaned softly, her head wobbling before it dropped back down onto the floor where she lay unconcious. The liquor store was quiet before the gun suddenly clicked, the locking mechanism disengaging causing the barrel to slide back, showing it to be empty, showing that Sarah had never meant to hurt anyone. She was simply as she appeared, scared, and desperate. She lay there, offering nothing as she was grabbed up and carried off, only moving as she felt a blanket wrapping around her, though with her clothes still soaking wet from the rain, it did little to bring color back to her blue lips as she was literally freezing to death, it did help to stave it off.

She awoke with a massive headache, her head screaming at her as her eyes flickered open. She groaned once more, her horrible nest of hair falling around her as she slowly lifted her head up. She winced as she stared over at the light coming from a screen, jerking back a bit only to look down and find herself still wrapped in a blanket, but hand cuffed to some kind of chair as well. Frowning, she pulled weakly at the cuffs, before looking over and suddenly realizing what she was seeing. A screen that could fit on a billboard, filled with pictures and case files of all sorts of criminals, both super villain and common street thugs, and sitting at the desk was the familiar pointed cowl of a bat. Gulping, her heart suddenly racing in her chest, she squirmed in her seat, before dropping her head down. "You should have just let me go back to the alley and die from hypothermia..." she finally said, breaking the silence in the darkness around them.

"You send me to jail...and I won't survive there...and if I go free, I'm not trying that again...it made me want to puke seeing how scared that man was...I don't want to be like the criminals out there...but there's really nothing left for me to do...why didn't you just let me die? And why did it have to be you? Of all people...why couldn't it have been batman, or green arrow, or nightwing or....anyone else." she said, tears once more rolling down her face as she hung her head in shame. "So...why keep me here? I don't have any ties to criminals I can feed to you....so, why? Are you going to just kill me yourself? Or...am I just going to go poof? Not like anyone would notice..." she said weakly.
 
Once she heard some light movements behind herself, Barbara stayed still for a moment, closing her eyes. Slow, steady breath in...and another out. "If you were any other person, I would have delivered you hand and fist straight to the police," she said calmly, sternly before slowly turning in the chair, looking back at the young woman. "But this case...this time, it's personal. I brought you here at my own personal, great risk to try to help you, to protect you from what's out there on the Gotham streets." She stood up, walking slowly towards her before reaching a hand up. "Because to me...you're a special case." And then she took the riskiest step of all as her hand moved up, grasping at the front of her cowl, peeling it slowly back until the entirety of her face and the hear of her head was revealed.

"Sarah, I'm so sorry about everything that's happened to you, a-and I know you're going to have a lot of questions...but right now all that matters is that I help try to get you back to health and try to help get you back on your feet. A simple robbery's not going to help your case any." Reaching down after retrieving the key from her utility belt, Barbara uncuffed her friend's binds and she gently rubbed her back. "Here, I can help you up. We're gonna get you cleaned up, and I'll get some soup in you."
 
Sarah gulped nervously as the woman finally spoke, and set her to squirming in her chair once more. Looking up at the figure, she frowned in confusion. Personal? Why? "I...what do you mean? Why would you do that?" she asked softly. She stared, frowning up at the woman, before her eyes began to grow wide as she looked up at the woman once the mask was removed. "I...but....but no. No that's....explaining a lot, actually..." she said softly. She looked down at the woman, before biting her lip. "This explains, a whole lot......oh Goddess above, the things I said to you! About you! This is why we rarely ever got together, you were always busy, and I never knew anyone who looked like you just from going to the gym after an office job...and all the missed meetings, being 'out of town'..." she said, in shock, not even noticing the woman uncuffing her before she felt the hand on her back making her flinch away on instinct, like a dog who'd been kicked all it's life, even the simplest touch had her on edge.

Looking over at the woman, she gulped once more, before slowly nodding her head. "I....y-yeah....yeah okay" she said, gulping once more, her head still in a bit of a fog from starvation, exhaustion, early stage hypothermia, and a bit from the blow to the head. "That sounds....that sounds nice...why didn't you ever tell me?" she asked softly. "I mean....you were my best friend! I thought...I thought we trusted each other with everything! I........" she stopped, unable to really think anymore as she let herself be guided away, still clinging tightly onto the now wet blanket, though she wasn't as cold as she was at least.
 
"It's okay," Barbara said softly. "I know it's a bit of a shock. And I know you're probably hurt, thinking that I didn't trust you with this sort of thing but it's an even bigger risk to me. I mean, I work with...well, him," she said with a bit of a chuckle. "That and my dad being the Gotham Chief of Police, my own position is sort of filled with its own gigantic risk. My position isn't exactly the best. I've wanted to tell you, and you know I could trust you with anything but we didn't want to take any chances. But let's concern ourselves not with the 'What if' and think about 'what now'. I've been trying to find you for weeks."

Carefully (and discreetly, which definitely was difficult to try to get past Alfred without being seen, a skill in itself) taking her up into the lift out of the 'Cave, Barbara led her to one of the washrooms on the complex. "I know you're around my size when it comes to clothes. First thing we can do is help you wash and warm up, and get some warm food into you. Any preference when it comes to what you'll wear?"
 
"Never liked him....grouchy man it always seemed like." she said softly, before nodding her head as that piece of information was put together. She knew who Barbara's father was but, now this information made that bit much more important. "Yeah...is the man okay? The...the cashier I mean. The gun wasn't loaded, I don't even know if it was actually real or not but...I made sure it wasn't loaded in case an accident happened...will he be okay? I scared him...I...he thought, I might shoot him. Barbara, I'm so sorry...I just....I couldn't anymore" she said, breaking into another fit of tears. "I wouldn't have lived the winter...I needed, I just needed some better clothes, that's all I was going to get....and some food, but I never got into the drugs...I refused to let myself go down that path but...the one I picked wasn't much better was it?" she asked before a sudden sob made her stop talking and stumble forward, her legs giving out for a moment as she clung tightly onto the woman.

Panting softly, trembling with her exhaustion, she leaned heavily on the woman as they made their way through the house, Sarah far to exhausted to even bother looking about. Besides, she'd been here a couple times for work events, right now her mind was latching onto the warm food. "I...no...I used to...but now I just....something without holes....that's clean...that's all I want" she said softly before she moved to drop down onto the toilet, needing to take a rest after their short adventure through the house.
 
"Don't worry, the kid's alright. He just got a little scared, is all," Barbara assured her, gently rubbing her shoulder to reassure her of that fact. "And don't fret. Don't think of what might have been, try to stay focused on what is. You're alive. Alive, and someplace safe where I'm gonna help you," she reassured her as she carefully moved Sarah back to her feet, keeping an arm around her at all times as they walked along. "Keep your head high. I'll get you something nice and warm. But first, we need to get you out of these clothes and get you all cleaned up. Are you okay if I help you take some of these off? Or would you prefer to keep some on as we go to put you in the bath?"

Once she was sure that Sarah wouldn't fall from off of her new seat, she turned to the bath, drawing the curtain back and setting the water to be lukewarm. Something soothing to help her friend cleanse off. "That's it...this is going to feel much better than those gnarly Gotham backstreets, I assure you. And don't worry, I'll explain to you exactly where you are when we get you something to eat later, when you can think more clearly."

What Barbara didn't realize is that, if Sarah could look clear behind her at the bathroom sink and the mirror above it, at the bottom of the mirror, there was an emblem with a crystal-clear "W" at the forefront of it. Knowing Gotham City, it wouldn't take a genius for her to figure out exactly where she was.
 
"Right....second chance....that's what I do best after all. Got Nygma back on the top with everyone else...before it came crumbling down because of more greedy and dirty bastards" she grumbled with a scowl. She flinched away from the woman as the arm moved towards her before relaxing and leaning once more against Bab's as she was picked up, before nodding her head. "It's fine...I mean, not exactly any point in pretending I don't have a huge, gay, crush on you...already told you that much before I knew you were...you....besides, not like I have any right to shame at this point" she said softly before she was settled onto her seat, and watched the woman preparing a bath. "I know where we are Babs...my mind's still sharp. We're at Wayne Manor. It's hosted a few parties that you missed with your....night time activities. And I know who that makes the big scary out to be as well....I'm homeless, filthy, and starving...but I'm not stupid. You gave me a thread, and now that I have it it's really easy to follow....don't worry. I'm not about to tell the world...I've always supported you guys" she said softly. "Besides...the W's on everything kind of made sure I was right....bit ostentatious don't you think?" she asked, trying her best to make a joke and somehow lighten the mood.
 
"Right....second chance....that's what I do best after all. Got Nygma back on the top with everyone else...before it came crumbling down because of more greedy and dirty bastards" she grumbled with a scowl. She flinched away from the woman as the arm moved towards her before relaxing and leaning once more against Bab's as she was picked up, before nodding her head. "It's fine...I mean, not exactly any point in pretending I don't have a huge, gay, crush on you...already told you that much before I knew you were...you....besides, not like I have any right to shame at this point" she said softly before she was settled onto her seat, and watched the woman preparing a bath. "I know where we are Babs...my mind's still sharp. We're at Wayne Manor. It's hosted a few parties that you missed with your....night time activities. And I know who that makes the big scary out to be as well....I'm homeless, filthy, and starving...but I'm not stupid. You gave me a thread, and now that I have it it's really easy to follow....don't worry. I'm not about to tell the world...I've always supported you guys" she said softly. "Besides...the W's on everything kind of made sure I was right....bit ostentatious don't you think?" she asked, trying her best to make a joke and somehow lighten the mood.
 
"Yeah. I'll sadly admit that Nygma's 'work' really did affect a lot of you down there," Barbara said with a sigh. When Sarah put two and two together on exactly where she was and all the little details that needed filling in, she couldn't help but giggle. "I suppose I couldn't keep that from you for too long. You were one of the brightest in your field after all, Sarah. A-And as for the crush thing..." She couldn't keep herself from pausing and blushing a little bit, looking blankly down at the faucet as she thought a few things over for a couple of seconds before looking at Sarah. "...n-never mind."

She giggled when it came to the details of the Wayne household, looking back at the mirror, the decor on the walls, everything. "Bruce never was subtle in that category, was he?" she couldn't help but think aloud before looking back with a smile at her friend. "He has a tendency to not let a wall stay bare, or a word unsaid. That even goes for his family home here. Keeping it full one way or another for nearly 100 years from the days of his parents."

"Alright, I think that's enough water. C'mon, let's get you out of those clothes. Can you hold up your legs up here just a second?" she asked as she knelt down before Sarah, holding her hands out low so she could start by taking off her shoes and pants.
 
Sarah hung her head, rubbing her face sleepily. "Yeah...not bright enough to see what was happening right beside me though so...it's all with a grain of salt" she said with another soft sigh. She did begin to blush a bit though as the woman suddenly brought up her crush on the woman, making her squirm on her make shift chair. "Yeah?" she asked softly, wondering what the woman was about to say, before biting her lip at the sudden dismissal and topic change. "Oh, um....no, subtle was not his thing. Though he is a very good actor. Seeing him in day light, it's still hard to imagine him as the big bat...I wonder which of them is the real him" she wondered softly.

She was brought back to attention though at the woman's command, before nodding her head. Yeah, I think so..." she said softly before easing her feet up. The shoes were practically falling apart as the woman took them off, and the pants weren't much better. It seemed there was a lack of underwear as well, though Sarah offered nothing on the reasoning for that, averting her gaze instead before she reached up and peeled her hoodie and her shirt off, leaving her bare and her filth exposed to the woman. "Mind helping me into the tub?" she asked softly.
 
"Honestly I would say that both sides are," Barbara explained with a light smile. "He's kind, understanding and gracious, but he also has a great sense of justice. ...he also would probably never trust me again if he found out I brought you here without telling him, so let's help you get cleaned up.

Most people would be freaking out or eyeing Sarah up in situations like these. But for Barbara, as awkward as this situation all was, she knew to keep herself professional and to put care and dignity over all personal interests. Even in those she had personal affection for. Her eyes didn't scan over the young woman greedily, but instead her personal medical training--especially that from during the time where she had been paralyzed for years--went to work. She looked her over, making sure she was free from any signs of infection or scarring. No major bleeding, but there were signs of major fatigue and growing cold damage. She was, indeed, close to hypothermia. Best thing to do was to warm her up without making her uncomfortable.

Nodding at Sarah's request, she moved to her side, supporting her at the shoulder as she carefully heave-ho'd her off of the toilet, slowly walking her to the side of the tub. "Dip your toe in slowly. Let your body get used to this warmth," she said softly, soothingly to her friend.
 
Sarah nodded her head. "Separation of personalities, compartmentalization, setting his two extreme's into separate people sharing a single body, likely the survivor of massive trauma, which considering what we know about the Wayne history makes perfect sense. Honestly, the more and more I think about this, the more amazed I am that half the world doesn't realize who he is. Which makes it more obvious that his kid is Robin...and every time he suddenly gets a new kid, a new Robin pops up. How the hell has he hidden this all?" she asked with a bit of a smile before she let the woman help her up with a wince.

She gasped, grimacing a little as she slowly set her foot into the water. She knew it wasn't as hot as it felt, because it wasn't a glowing orange pool of lava, but it certainly felt like it as her blood began rushing through her body at the sudden warmth, sending pins and needles through her body as she eased herself into the water. "It's...it's fine....it's fine" she said with a wince, before she continued easing herself into the water, inch by inch while she began panting, her body aching as it sank into the water. There was quickly a ring of grease and dirt spreading around her before slowly the pins and needles began easing away and she felt the first hints of actual warmth. She closed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh as she leaned her head back. "It's getting better..." she said with a nod before looking down at the water. "I....I think we might need to run a couple of baths" she said, blushing a bit as she saw how disgusting the water was already looking before she'd even began scrubbing anything.
 
"Now we're getting into psychoanalysis," Barbara said with a giggle, "and I must admit, that psychoanalysis isn't really my field of expertise. I can tell you that he does have ways to protects us and that it isn't just some sort of power trip. He does it--yes, considering his history--because he has a lot he wants to give back to the city he loves, and its people. A-Also not all the Robins were his kids and...oh boy, that's going to take even longer to explain. Even then I should probably try to protect the identities of my coworkers too, for their AND your safeties."

Carefully easing her into the water, Barbara helped Sarah lean back against the back of the bathtub before turning down the water, knowing that it was high enough to cover her chest, her friend didn't have to worry much about modesty anymore. "We've got plenty of time. Br--er, Batman's currently out on patrol, and when he is he's usually out for hours. Quite the while. I think the most major thing we need to think about while we clean you up is exactly what we're gonna do with you once you do get cleaned up. Here's a thought: I-I could give you a loaner you can pay back gradually once you have a job again?"
 
"Well obviously. I'd say he has delusions of grandeur but, they're not really delusions. He has saved the world and all of reality a few times with the league....and being just a human, he's a hero in every sense of the word. I'd be happier if he left a few bodies behind, Goddess knows we could do without the Joker but...he's a hero through and through" she said softly, before blinking. "Wait really? I'll have to double check and go back on the time lines, to be honest it isn't ever really something I looked into....Goddess above it feels good to think again" she said, smiling a bit. She'd always been smart, it was what helped her do the impossible with Nygma, but she hadn't had something she could really chew on for so long that it felt good to think and solve and create hypothesis. She missed it, and only now was she realizing just how much of a depression she had fallen into. She easily could have kept herself from going homeless, but she hadn't tried. She'd been broken, defeated by her own mind. "I've been such an idiot" she groaned to herself as she leaned back against the tub, closing her eyes.

She blinked, looking over at the woman, before she quickly set to shaking her head. "No....no I'm not taking a loan. I want to work with you, with the bat family. I made it personal for you but, I can't help but think about it now. My minds working again and now that I've seen both sides of life...I've got to ask. How many people do you think the bat's have beaten up and sent to jail...who were like me? Desperate, not criminals, hungry people who got a sudden crap hand, just trying to eat, or avoid freezing to death in the winters, avoid being mugged, beaten, rap...attacked" she said, suddenly going tense in the tub before she shook her head.

"No....I want in...give me a job, not a loan. A....publicity position. Let me give you guys the best publicity in the world....and put Wayne Corp. resources to some real good. You can arrest all the criminals in the world but, if we don't help people get out of the place that makes them desperate enough to become criminals in the first place, you're fighting an endless war. I can help make your jobs easier by giving you less criminals, and make sure that the criminals out there aren't desperate people, but actual scum. And it'll help the city too. Think about me....college educated, skilled, all I have, working in the city, and think of how many other skilled and useful people out there that just need a chance. I can even help with your...night time activities! Not fighting, no, I'm, I'm an awful fighter, but I am smart, and I do have a degree in psychology. My parents made me get it, they wanted me to work under them in their office. I can help psycho analyze the people you're tracking down, and I can help you figure out who needs to go to jail, and who just needs help. Please Bab's. I'll keep your secret either way but...now that I know, I want to help" she said, burning with passion now as she leaned forward, grabbing onto the woman's hands, holding tightly.
 
"It's...definitely complicated. Like, the first one's all grown up--and one of my best friends--and the latest one actually wasn't his son, at first, and...it's all rough to try to go through," Barbara said, sighing and giggling afterwards. "It's like trying to look through the history of the world all in one sitting. It takes hours and there's lots to remember, so many faces and...it just becomes a bit of a headache to try to take all in one sitting. ...but as far as Nygma goes, don't blame yourself for that. Blame him. And he's behind bars, so there's nothing to fear from him at all."

Grabbing a nearby squeegee and putting some soap into it, Barbara nodded and looked aimlessly for a moment in thought about Sarah's request. "Well...I'll easily admit that if we can explain this the right way to Bruce, I-I'm sure he'd be willing to offer you up a job there. That company needs experienced, well-working people like you. I think the only reason he hasn't is because he's been so busy and--for some dumb reason--you've flown under his radar. But let's not think about that right now." She offered a supportive smile before placing the squeegee over Sarah's closest shoulder. "For now, enough talk. Time to clean you up."

It took a while but after some careful cleaning that lasted a bit over a half an hour, and Sarah was starting to look a hell of a lot better than she was coming in. It took a while to scrub away all the matted dirt and filth, and the beauty of her clean skin began shining through. Eventually, Sarah was brought back to glowing bodily health--or at least on the outside. Now it was time to get some food in her.

Rifling through some of the drawers in the bedroom--Barbara's, whenever she was at the Manor, or so she claimed--she eventually found a nice shirt and short-legged pants. "Alright, I've got you some clothes. You fit alright into that robe I found for you earlier?" she called in through the bathroom door.
 
Sarah let the woman clean her, honestly to exhausted to do so herself, especially with how much cleaning was needed. The woman was quick and professional, though Sarah's mind once more couldn't help but latch onto her memories. She'd all but confessed a hidden gay crush on Barbara to her face without ever knowing it, and now here she was, naked before the woman, being cleaned by her. She wondered what Barbara must have thought about her every time it came up in conversation. Her face was bright red, before finally, she was cleaned. It took another solid half hour to work the brushes through her hair, undoing months of muck, mess, knots, and tangles, until it flowed like red silk all the way down to her backside. The water was drained out, before a quick shower washed away the remnants that stuck to her skin. Finally she was helped from the tub, and left to her own.

She stared at the robe, unable to help but giggle a bit. "You people really are just.....super subtle about this being the bat house" she called out from the bathroom as she slipped on the black robe, absolutely covered in bat symbols. She tightened the belt on the rope, showing off some curves that survived starvation, her bosom pressing against the silk fabric, which cut short on her thighs, leaving her long and slender legs free to view. "Yeah...the totally subtle and not at all related to batman robe fits perfectly, woman who has nothing to do with the bat family at all" she said, smiling a bit as she stepped out of the bathroom.

"Hey Barbara...before we go any further...I just. I need to say something. I...I've had time to calm down after realizing who you are...and. All those things I told you...about, well, you. I mean, bat girl you, to barbara you. I just....I don't know what the right time to get it out is, it needs to be talked about so...why wait?" she said softly, before biting her lower lip. "I just, when I thought I was going to die last night, in my head all I could think is that, nobody would ever know. I'd be just another hobo on the street. I never had a boyfriend, or....or, a um, a girlfriend. I never thought I wanted a girlfriend...but I kind of realized why I liked spending so much time with you. I mean, yeah I crush hard on your bat girl self but...I think I, might have been crushing kind of of hard on you too....as Barbara...." she said as she bit her lower lip once more, standing in the door way, her heart pounding in her chest as she awaited the woman's response with anxiety.
 
A few moments ago as Barbara expertly cleaned Sarah off, she too had to resist some of those personal urges that she'd fantasized up every now and again as the pair had known each other. But she knew never to let her hands or fingers go astray as she sponged her down, knowing it was best to not attempt anything unless if Sarah herself brought it up.

Then when Sarah did later on, standing in that bathroom doorway wearing only the robe, Barbara's own face went tomato red. "...y-yeah," she said softly, her gaze moving shamefully towards the floor when she realized she was hiding her own feelings for so long before moving towards the door. Knowing where the little signage was kept, she reached into the slot, retrieving a "Do Not Disturb" sign before hanging it on the outer doorknob. She then closed the door, locking it afterwards before biting her own lip and looking back at Sarah.

"I-I appreciate you being honest with me Sarah. I've been both honest yet dishonest with you, s-so...I think now, it's about time I start trying to make things right. B-By being honest with you now." She walked over to Sarah, stopping in front of her, holding her hands together in front of herself. It was like she was about to have a talk with a teacher about homework, the situation was so awkward, but this had to be said. "S-Sarah...I-I've had a bit of a crush on you, too. For quite the while, actually. For a couple of years, ever since our days in high school together. And..." She bit her lip again as she looked up into Sarah's eyes. "I-I'd be willing to give you a chance to live out some of your fantasies...i-if you're...willing."
 
Sarah's heart pounding at the simple answer, she gulped once more, before watching the woman. She stared, every movement her eyes tracked as the woman moved over towards the door. She watched her pull something out, and hang it on the door before closing it. She blinked in confusion as she watched the woman locking the door. Her mind was racing trying to figure this all out, before finally the woman stood before her. "Well...that's understandable....no grudge held there" she said softly, smiling nervously over at the woman.

However as she had her confession returned, Sarah's eyes went wide, and her face burned brighter still until it nearly matched her hair color. Gulping once again, she looked to the woman, watching her before smiling and clearing her throat. "Um....o-okay....okay yeah...." she said softly, gulping once more as she stood there, trembling like a leaf. "Maybe...we can save the fantasies for later....and for now, no batgirl just...just you and me?" she asked softly, before she moved forward, awkwardly pressing herself in against the woman's front, letting out a soft sigh. "I've never done anything like this before...what do we do? Have you? I mean...with, with another woman?" she asked, completely unaware of the little trio who got together in this house, and many other places. She was unaware of the life she was stepping into, but she stepped into it without much hesitation, finding it perfectly comfortable pressed against Barbara.
 
Barbara's face grew a little more red, her breath held in her throat for a moment as Sarah moved closer to herself, that hue sticking around on her face as she felt Sarah's front pressed against herself, separated only by the clothing they were each wearing. "J-Just you and me...God, there's no way I can make this less awkward, can I...?" she said, trying to alleviate the tension with a little bit of humor. "A-At least with a friend? I don't think I really have done this before with another woman like yourself but...I-I'm willing to learn."

To show a little bit of affection for her friend, she reached her hands forward, gingerly taking Sarah's hands in her own. "A-Are you sure you have the strength for this? I'm willing...to let you rest a little bit if you need it. You have been on the street a while, you know. But at least..." Before Sarah had any chance to speak nor speak against anything she might have brought up, she leaned in and pressed her lips lightly against Sarah's, wanting to know what it felt like, even if for just a few moments. Her breath had been shaky, uneven up until this point but, when she felt her mouth connected to Sarah's, her body, her air was...at ease. She felt more aloof, relaxed. It was odd, but also calming.
 
Sarah closed her eyes, finding a odd peace there against the woman, against her warmth. She felt ready to drift away to sleep right there, though she wasn't sure she wasn't already asleep and dreaming. This was now how she saw her future playing out but, she was okay with. Sighing softly, Sarah smiled a bit, nodding her head. "At least you're not wearing a robe covered in bat symbols" she teased softly, before nodding her head slowly. "Same here..." she said, quickly taking the hand as it was offered, squeezing it softly as she pressed herself tighter to the woman. "You know...I never realized how many muscles you had....how strong you were..." she said as her other hand rested on Barbara's hips, and felt the hard muscle of the woman's abs pressing against her own flat and toned stomach, though she didn't have the muscles that Bab's did.

She blinked, looking up at the question, opening her mouth to respond only for her eyes to go wide as she felt the woman's lips pressed in tight against her own suddenly. She felt fire and electricity running through her body as it tensed and pressed harder against Barbara, her hand squeezing tighter as she pressed to return the kiss. A soft moan slipped free before she could stop herself, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt herself basking in a sudden warmth that enveloped her. She broke the kiss regretfully, only because she had to breathe. Panting softly, trembling in the woman's arms, she gulped once more, before smiling a bit. "I...I liked that" she said softly, utterly intoxicated at how the woman just, took charge and did as she wanted. It made Sarah's heart race a bit and she ached for the woman to do it again, already missing the woman's lips.
 
"I-I did too," Barbara admitted with a smile as she stood there, panting for a moment, reclaiming her breath as she held Sarah's hand. When she felt her friend's hand on her hip, she couldn't help but teasingly swivel a little bit, giggling at the contact and the strange sense of comfort it brought her. Leaning in again, she pressed her lips against Sarah's once more, adding a little more spice to the already-building tension they were releasing by flicking her tongue along Sarah's lips. In the meantime, as they began to make out above, she began to slowly move them both towards the bed while her free hand gently pressed itself against the bare outer part of Sarah's right leg. She slowly slipped it up until it began to run over the robe, then around and up until it made it to where the robe was tied shut, slowly grasping at part of the knot to start pulling it free, desperate to see Sarah's nakedness once more.
 
Sarah giggled a bit at the woman, before biting her lip and looking up at the woman. She shivered, cooing as she pressed back into the kiss, before squeaking and smiling as she felt the woman's tongue press to her lips. She eased them apart for the woman, inviting the woman's tongue to her mouth, unaware of the fact that they were moving. Barbara was becoming her entire world, especially as she felt the woman's hand suddenly caressing her bare skin. She gasped, arching softly as she felt the hand roaming up, and offered no resistance as she felt the belt being undone, her robe slowly sliding open exposing herself before the woman. Breaking away once more, panting quickly, she looked up at the woman, before realizing they had moved. Smiling and breathing hard, she watched the woman, staring at her, before giggling softly. "So...silk sheets?" she asked with a teasing giggle.
 
Barbara looked down apologetically before giggling as well, unable to keep herself from slowly brushing some of the bangs from Sarah's face. Her hand then cupped Sarah's cheek lovingly. "Silk sheets. He both spares no expense and yet every one at the same time," she answered honestly before her hands moved to her own shirt. With a couple of swift movements her top was off, then she reached behind herself to unclasp her bra. Knowing that this would prove a rather scintillating sight, she slowly removed the garment, allowing her shapely breasts to bounce free before discarding it. She leaned down, pressing her breasts against her lover’s and rubbed them together, the contrast of their skin's contact causing her to moan lightly. Then she leaned her head down, planting her open lips against Sarah's to keep them open so she could extend her tongue into her mouth...
 
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