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[youlikethedick]

[Follows this meme. Dick is wearing black lacy panties, garters, stockings and heels].

[Panties, yes. Heels? Dick cheats a little and kicks them off, scooping them up in one hand before chasing after her in stocking feet]

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[thatotherbat]

[Christina laughs as she vaults up the fire escape, into her apartment] You did keep up nicely. [grins]

[youlikethedick]

[He tumbles through the window after her and straightens up] But now I've got a run in my stockings. [He pouts and drops the shoes, slipping them back onto his feet]. I just hate to look like a mess on a first date.

[thatotherbat]

Date? Does that mean I should give you something to eat first? [There's quite a wicked grin for you, Dickie.]

[youlikethedick]

[Oh, she's definitely been taking Batgirl lessons from somebody Dick knows... He grins and sways toward her.] I'm sure I'd be happy to eat anything you're cooking, baby. [He runs his fingers through her hair] A kiss, first?

[thatotherbat]

[Oh, she's definitely taking Batgirl lessons from the best.] Well, since you asked so nicely... [She tilts up to brush her lips against his.]

[youlikethedick]

[Dick attempts to deepen the kiss, parting his mouth and running his tongue along Tina's bottom lip.] Mmm, you taste good. [He combs through her hair with his fingers. He likes that hair. [Do you taste that good, everywhere?

[thatotherbat]

[Christina groans, parting her lips for him as she kisses back.] Mm. I've never had any complaints... [She smiles up him. She probably wouldn't admit it but the long hair does make her feel sexy, confident.]

[youlikethedick]

[Dick hums happily into the kiss and sucks her lips, bottom and then top, before slipping his tongue between them. He lets one of his hands fall to her waist, and the tips of his fingers reach under her top to stroke at her side.] Somehow I doubt you get many complaints about anything.

[thatotherbat]

Pretty much only about my ocd habits and stalker behavior. [She grins, trailing a foot up Dick's bare leg.]

[youlikethedick]

[Dick takes that for encouragement and slides his hand up a little higher, until his thumb is stroking the bottom of her bra] Oh, but that's what makes you you! How could I not love it? [He bites her jaw then, gently, and moves to her ear]

It's terribly flattering to have your own personal stalker, after all. You must have been such a tough little cookie, running around in those neighborhoods after dark, gorgeous young thing like you...

[thatotherbat]

Mm... That's what I try to say... [Christina leans into Dick's chest, sighing softly.]

I did have to kick a little ads when I was running around like that. [grins]

[youlikethedick]

Well, I believe you. I know what I like. And 'scary smart' 'confident' 'kick-ass' woman is on that list. Definitely on the list.

[Dick gives in and lets his hand continue up, cupping her breast] These don't hurt, though.

This is me not thinking about that too hard, right now, because it's inappropriate for me to have that kind of feelings about your younger self.

Oh... are we close? In your world? You and me? Do I worship you like the goddess you are? [He pauses and grins, and starts to slip down her body] Can I worship you like the goddess you are?

[thatotherbat]

[Christina just laughs as he feels her breast.] I don't suppose they do.

[She just grins.] I just happen to notice the looks you give me... I think you might not want to make a move, considering Babs is my boss. But she's not my boss here. So I suppose I can let you worship me...

[youlikethedick]

You have to tell me what you like... I know what my Tim likes, but the map is a little different...

Dick bends - it's hard in the heels, but he's got excellent balance] and cups both of her breasts in his hands, mouthing through her shirt.]

[thatotherbat]

Mm. I wonder what sort of similarities we would have then...

[She moans softly, leaning into Dick's hands. This is a good start. She reaches back to unhook her bra for him.]

[youlikethedick]

I'll have to do an exhaustive comparison and analysis. I'll need your full cooperation and candor - and probably a strap-on, if we're going for accuracy of comparison.

[He eagerly pushes her shirt and bra up, hoping she'll let him take them both off, and cups her again, gently kneading, stroking the undersides of her breasts with his fingertips. He pushes her back a little, looking around for an available surface - a chair, a table anything.]