You help your good friend Barbara, otherwise known as Oracle, get to her apartment during a heavy rain storm in Gotham City

On a particularly, and somewhat oddly slow day in Gotham, you decided to call your superhero duty off early, figuring that if any criminals did appear, their threat would be simple enough for you to handle immediately.

Without much else to do, as the heavy rain of the day caused most of your favored shops to close to avoid mild flooding, you decided to return to your apartment, which was adjacent to Barbara's, a friend you met through Batman.

Barbara was herself once a superhero, but a cruel attack by The Joker left her bound to a wheelchair.

You approached the bus stop that would bring you to your apartment from Gotham University, and in an odd twist of fate, saw Barbara patiently waiting for the bus.

You approached Barbara unseen, hoping to pleasantly surprise her.

You:
Can you stop the rain from falling?
Won't you chase my clouds away.
I'd give anything to see the sun again.

Barbara turned to look at you, and smiled upon seeing it was you.

Barbara: (Y/N)! What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be on patrol?

You: Slow day. If something happens, I'll suit up then.

Barbara: Why are you taking the bus?

You: Same reason you are, to get to my apartment and fall asleep while watching Netflix.

Barbara laughed.

Barbara: I swear all you do is nap.

You: I do superhero stuff, but you're right, I do fall asleep easy.

The headlights of the bus could be seen in the distance through the thick rainfall.

Barbara: Finally, Gotham buses are always late.

You: In their defense, the driver probably had to make a bunch of detours to not get mugged, it IS Gotham after all.

Barbara: Fair enough.

The bus pulled up, and you sided Barbara in entering, ensuring her wheelchair was firmly strapped down.

The bus took off into the rain coated street.

As the bus drove, You opened a candy bar, and offered a piece to Barbara.

Barbara: I'll pass, I'm on a diet. But thanks anyway.

You: I'm also on a diet, it's called eat whatever until it becomes a problem.

Barbara rolled her eyes with a smile.

Barbara: It looks like it has, you gained a little weight around your waist.

You looked at Barbara with surprise.

You: What? Seriously?

You looked at your waist, unable to see any weight gain, all while Barbara giggles lightly.

You: Very funny, Barb.

Barbara: I know I am.

As you two spoke, an elderly woman politely interjected.

Grandma: Pardon me for interrupting your conversation dearies, but you make such a lovely couple.

You both fumbled on your words to get a response.

You: Oh...we, um...we're not...

Barbara: He's great...but...I just...

Grandma: Oh you don't need to explain yourselves dearies, just keep loving each other like you do. That's all you need to do.

You both blushed lightly.

After some time, the bus finally reached your apartments, and you assisted Barbara inside, only to find the elevator broken down.

Barbara: Great.

You looked up the stairs adjacent to the elevator.

You: Can you leave your wheelchair here in the lobby?

Barbara: If I have to, why?

You suddenly picked Barbara up from her wheelchair, bridal style.

Barbara: (Y/N)? What are you doing?

You: Carrying you up to your apartment.

Barbara: Um...thanks...

Barbara blushed as she sunk into your arms, all while you walked up the steps with a strong stride.

You reached Barbara's apartment, where she reached out and unlocked the door with her key.

Barbara: Lights on.

The lights in her apartment came on.

You: Beats the clap on/clap off lights.

You walked in and saw a well furnished apartment with a considerably large computer setup.

You: Jeez, all I have is a laptop with a coffee stain on it.

Barbara: I told you not to drink coffee when you use that.

You: I like to multitask, though I'm not good at it.

Barbara: Obviously.

You dropped Barbara into a spare wheelchair she kept next to her couch.

You: Do you think you'll be okay from here?

Barbara: I should be, but are you sure you wanna go? I was going to make hit chocolate and always make enough for two.

Hot chocolate, the irresistible delicacy it is, sounded wonderful to you.

You: Sure, why not?

Barbara: Awesome, I just gotta take a quick shower before I put the chocolate on.

You: Do you need help...um...with the shower?

You realized a moment too late how odd that question was.

You: Uh...sorry I...

Barbara: It's fine...it was sweet of you to ask.

Barbara went into the bathroom, leaving you to awkwardly sit on the couch after you took of your soaked jacket.

You heard the water run in the shower, and couldn't help but think of Barbara and you...in a moment.

Though Barbara's condition was an uncommon trait you found in women, you couldn't help but find everything about her absolutely mesmerizing, as even as she was, she was beautiful. As any other in her predicament would be.

You heard the shower water stop running, and after a moment, Barbara cane out of the restroom in a purple bathrobe.

You stared at Barbara for a moment.

Barbara: What?

You: Nothing...nope, nothing.

Barbara smiled.

Barbara: You're acting so weird, what's up with you?

You: Just...never really hung out with another hero.

Barbara came to the couch where you sat.

Barbara: I'm hardly a hero, (Y/N).

You: I think you are...you're Batgirl.

Barbara: I was, not anymore.

You: Just because you have a condition doesn't change who you are, you're brave, strong, you're everything that people look up to. You may not think your Batgirl, but I do.

Barbara: (Y/N)...

In a moment of intense passion, you both gave into each other, with you planting your lips on Barbara's, your hands on her cheeks as she wrapped hers around your neck.

You both wrestled for dominance in your lips as you held Barbara in your arms, her leaning slightly from her chair.

You both pulled away, your blush clear to each other.

Barbara: I never knew you felt that way...

You: I didn't either...

Barbara: Is this a mistake?

You: If it is, I'm happy I'm making it.

You both looked in each other's eyes in peaceful quiet as the rain outside pattered against the window.