Title: Too Much Information
Author: Akuiku
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Tim Drake , Barbara Gordon (implied)
Prompt: Questioning T12;P13
Word Count: 352
Summery: Sometimes Tim just asked too many questions.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman or its characters.

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Well I'm one step closer to getting all my work up on this page ... unfortunately I have to stop for the time being because I'm getting a visit from my Nana ... mom's doing laundry, I can't walk and so there's no escaping it really! On the bright side last night inspiration struck and I'm halfway through a new fic for the DCFFA Summer Challenge! I'll post more tonight when I can ... wish me luck with Nana ( she's a little crazy) - akuiku

Title: Hope
Author: Akuiku
Claim: Bruce/Barbara
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1054
Prompt: T12; P58: Atonement
Summary: Hope was hard to find in Gotham . . .
Disclaimer: DC owns them.
Author's Notes/Warnings: Kind of short ...not really a pairing, just a reasoning behind some of the characters actions.

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Title: Repression
Author: Akuiku
Rating:Pg-13
Word Count:600
Summery:The temptation to see him was at its worst when she patrolled...
Disclaimer: Still don't own them.

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Title: Bitter Memories
Author: AkuIku
Rating:PG-13
Word count: 181
Summery:They were yelling again...
Disclaimer: DC owns her...

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Title: In the Beginning
Author: AkuIku
Rating:PG-13
Word Count:343
Summery:They were gone ...
Disclaimer: Still don't own him...

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Title: Addicts
Author: AkuIku
Rating:PG-13
Word Count:316
Summery:They were addicts -nothing good could possibly come from it.
Disclaimer: DC owns batman, all I can do is dream...


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Title: Of Like Minds
Author: Akuiku
Rating:Pg-13
Word Count:900
Summery:“I wish you wouldn’t always try to guess what I’m thinking Bruce, your horrible at it.”
Disclaimer: Batman and all it's characters belong to DC.

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		I will marry Bruce Wayne.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Gotham in our fabulous Shack.
		We will have 6 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a blue motorcycle.
		I will spend my days as a homemaker, and live happily ever after.

Title: Desperate Times
Author: AkuIku
Rating:PG
Word Count: 654
Summery: She was desperate ...
Disclaimer: I don't own.

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Title: Love
Author: AkuIku
Rating: PG
Word Count: 105
Summery: short and sweet
Disclaimer: don't own Barbara...yet;)

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Title: Gratification
Author: AkuIku
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1002
Summery: ... I'm sorry
Disclaimer: Still don't own Batman

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Title: A Lesson All Men Must Learn
Rating:PG-13
Word Count: 1301
Summery: Alcohol was known to impair one’s judgement.
Disclaimer: I don't own batman or Alfred ... DC does

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Title: Undaunted
Characters: Bruce Wayne , Barbara Gordon
Rating:PG-13
Word Count:626
Summery: ... it was around the fifth time I ended up in bed with him that I actually brought up the notion of us being in some kind of relationship

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Title:Good Mood
Characters: Bruce, Barbara, Tim
Rating: PG
Word Count:441
Summery: He was smiling ...
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Ok So I've finally decided to work on my journal ... I mean I've had it forever yet I don't really use it - which is just stupid. Hopefully this will become the one place where I have all my writings all together because right now my fics are kind of floating around the net on a bunch of random sites.

You might ask why I have suddenly decided to finally put some effort into my journal - well I've spent the last week basically in bed because I hurt my foot and wasn't allowed to put any weight on it whatsoever. I have another week before I get my stitches out and I'm slowly going insane trapped here in my little apartment ... so I decided to be creative!

At the moment I doubt anyone is reading this - hopefully after a little work I'll be able to wrangle up some more friends. Might even be able to find fellow Bruce/ Barbara shippers if I'm lucky.

Well that's it really - this will hopefully be the first of many posts.

Wish me Luck - Akuiku

“Just because we do what we do, doesn’t mean we need to be lonely.”

She’d told him that once...

He can’t remember what brought about this little bit of sage like wisdom, only vaguely remembers hearing it over his com-link and wondering if Barbara was talking to herself again.

He hadn’t gotten it then...

He dismissed it as idealistic, asserted that being alone was best for his mission, and cringed at how easily he could fool himself into really believing that.

And for a while that was enough...

Ignorance is bliss they say, and while Bruce wasn’t exactly on cloud nine, he was more then willing to disregard the nagging feelings brought about by a certain redhead.

It was taboo really, to fall in love with your sidekick....even if she was a full grown woman.

Sometimes Bruce wondered if this was the universes idea of a joke... then he’d come back to the cave and find her slumped over the computer consol asleep, that nagging hollow-like feeling would return and Bruce would realize that none of this was funny at all.

He only allowed himself to acknowledge the depth of his feelings when he was alone. Confined his fantasies to darkened nights, secluded in the sanctuary of his bedroom.

For in his mind he was free to say and do as he pleased...

At night he’d stare blankly at the ceiling, eyes tracing intricate patterns in the wood panels, his thoughts inevitably landing upon her.

She didn’t know ... he made sure of that, knew she’d be shocked by the affection he hid behind a mask of indifference.

She was his ... He wasn’t sure when that startling revelation came to him, but for some time now the possessive voice in his head had been calling her that.

She was his ... she just didn’t know it yet.

The heart is a funny thing, once set it cannot be swayed.

He’d learned that the hard way, and after months... no, years of battling his conscience he could no longer ignore his feelings. So he plotted...planned meticulously night after night, devising a way to capture her heart. Because he was Batman, and he was in love- and that was all he knew how to do.

I was so tiered of the fear and the loneliness and the pain, that for once I just acted. As we stood there at the window watching the darkened night, I reached out and grabbed hold of his hand. I had been expecting him to act surprised or even jerk his hand out of my grasp. But he did just the opposite, curling his fingers around mine and gently squeezing my hand in his. Letting out the breath I had been holding I sighed, glancing at him from the corner of my eye briefly.

“I should go home”

“I know”

Even though we said it neither one of us went to move. Instead we stood there, hands intertwined gazing up at the endless night sky. And for a while, the world wasn’t such a lonely place, and anything seemed possible.

Suddenly I felt his fingers slipping from my grasp, and I knew that in a moment I would find myself standing alone, all signs of my former companion gone. It was the perfect metaphor for our relationship and my life ... I’d always come so close only to have the things I want slip away.

“Good night Bruce” I whispered while watching his back move farther and farther away in the reflection of the glass.

He must have herd me, for he stopped in his retreat and glanced back at me.

“You don’t have to go ... you can always stay...”

And I knew what he said was true, I had always had an open invitation at the Manor. And I had often taken Bruce up on his offer after long nights and endless hours of research and patrolling ... but never before had he offered what he did now, an open invitation to his bed ... an offer I wasn’t sure I should be excepting.

I was ready to turn him down, but I made the mistake of looking him the eyes. The saying ‘the eyes are the windows of the soul’ had never been truer then in that one moment. The longer I gazed into his stormy blue eyes the more I felt my resolve slowly slipping away.

“You really are a very hard man to resist Bruce...” I whispered trying to walking past him to the door. I hesitated my hand resting on the handle of the door, just long enough for him to stand behind me. Leaning down, hands resting upon my shoulders, he whispered in my ear “I always get what I want.” his hot breath tickling the shell of my ear and causing me to shiver.

“I know...” I sighed “but not yet.”

And with that I opened the door and swept down the vacant halls of Manor, stopping long enough to grab my coat and purse from Alfred mutter a quick good-bye, and leave for the safety of my apartment.

Bruises, a common place in her line of work. They marred her pale skin, from the subtlest hues of yellow to gruesome shades of black. Barbara sighed as she turned off her shower, ending the stream of hot water which had soothed her aching muscles. She grabbed a towel wrapping it around her lithe form, and used another to dry her auburn locks. Sitting down Barbara began to treat her wounds. She struggled, feeling a sharp pain with every intake of breath. She had broken most of her ribs. She should have taken Batman up on his offer to go back to the cave and administer first aid. But her pride hadn’t allowed her to.

In her mind she still liked to believe that he didn’t know who it was beneath the mask of Batgirl.


So instead she had told him she was fine. That her injuries were only minor, and all she needed was to go back to her apartment and rest. It was a lie and Batman knew it. He had this annoying ability of always knowing when she lied to him. But he hadn’t protested, no instead he had followed her as she journeyed home. He had kept his distance but still she had felt his presence, felt his gaze as he watched her. And yet she had continued on like nothing was amiss. As if that would trick him into believing her. No, it hadn’t and she was sure he was still nearby lurking in the shadows.

She didn’t hear him as he slipped in her bedroom window. But she knew he was there, standing behind her, she could once again feel his eyes on her. She didn’t bother turning around, didn’t bother saying anything. Instead she continued on in her endeavors, failing miserably in her effort to wrap her chest. Her pain limiting her movements, she gasped as a sharp stab went through her. The cause of which, was a large hand that had found its way to her side. Barbara struggled to breathe as Batman felt his way around her rib cage. She cried out when he touched a particularly sore spot.

By then he had seen enough, she was far from fine. He had known that from the beginning, but not the full extent of her injuries. Cradling her in his arms he carried her out of her bathroom and lay her down on her bed. Disappearing for a moment he returned to her bedroom, first aid kit in hand. He found her dressed in a pair of black shorts with a towel covering her chest. Removing his gloves he grabbed some bandages and sat down on the side of her bed. Barbara tried her best to will away the blush which rose to her cheeks as she dropped the towel. Nonetheless she turned her head away and refused to look at him. Gently he started to wrap the cloth around her rib cage, repeating the motion over and over again. Until there was a thick layer of bandages covering her chest.

Barbara had wisely remained silent, for the tension between them was palpable. She probably would have tried to apologize or at least make up some argument in her favor if it hadn’t been for the fact that a strange man she hardly knew was methodically wrapping bandages around her bare chest. Something which he seemed completely unfazed by, which only served to irritated her more.

He helped her lay back in bed, watching as she winced in pain. Putting on his gloves, he got up to leave. Not bothering to turn around he said "You know Barbara that was really stupid" and then disappeared into the night.

Barbara wasn’t sure why but for some reason she had cried that night. Slowly she had drifted off to sleep, tears threatening to spill over her half-closed eyes. And it was then she decided to do better, if not for herself then for him.

Because she never wanted to feel like this again . . .

If only she had known such goals were unobtainable, maybe she would have given up her crime fighting then and there.