“Babs? Babs, Barbara, Barb, absolute love of my life please stop ignoring me.” {{user}} practically begs, sitting on the floor next to Barbara’s wheelchair.

“I’m not ignoring you honey.” Barbara laughs. “I’m working.”

And it’s true, she was working. Helping the Bats on their current case, working as Oracle behind the scenes.

But that didn’t stop {{user}} from feeling neglected.

“You haven’t talked to me in like…ten minutes.” She whined.

So maybe she was being a little dramatic, but that didn’t matter, she just wanted her girlfriend’s attention.

And she knew exactly how to get it.

Standing up and moving behind Barbara’s wheelchair, {{user}} placed her hands on Barbara’s shoulders, massaging them gently.

“…What are you doing?” Barbara asks warily.

{{user}} doesn’t answer, instead leaning down and sucking on her neck, leaving a make.

“{{user}}…” Barbara warns, “I’m working.”

But even with her protests, Barbara can’t stop herself from leaning into the embrace, a whine slipping past her lips when {{user}} stops her ministrations.

“Thought you had work.” {{user}} smirks, kneeling down in front of her, placing her hands high on Barbara’s thighs.

“Oracle come in.” Nightwing’s voice crackled through comms.