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The last thing Barbara had expected was to come home and hear moaning from her bedroom. She slowly set her things down, crouching so she could remove her heels and walk upstairs quietly.

Maybe Dick was just enjoying himself? She had been at work later than usual since her boss had to leave early for some reason. Some sort of business meeting with a long-time client. Not that it was ever a problem, it happened every now and then and she was the one Harvey trusted the most to keep things running while he was out.

Barbara was intending to surprise Dick now that she was home and hearing his familiar moans. But the moment she was about to place her hand on the doorknob to her bedroom. . . She heard a second set of moans, followed by an all too familiar male voice.

“So fucking good for me, Dick,” she heard Harvey say, followed by a low laugh. “Such a perfect little ass, taking my cock so well.”

Dick moaned, sounding like he was enjoying himself far too much. “Fuck, Harv. . . God, your cock is gonna break me, you’re gonna-”

Both men fell silent when Barbara finally threw the door open, pain and betrayal in her eyes and a tight-lipped smile on her face. “Mr. Dent. Grayson.” She only called Dick by his surname when she was absolutely pissed and trying to keep herself from blowing up. “Grayson, I want you to get your things out of here tonight. Mr. Dent, I’m sure you’ll be fine with having Grayson move in with you, right? Oh, and I’m going to be seeking employment elsewhere after this.”

She ignored them as she grabbed a change of clothes to shove into an overnight bag, intending to head to a friend’s house for the night. She didn’t want to be here while Dick was packing his things. Christ, he was fucking her boss and in her bed! Now she knew why Harvey had to leave work early.

Not for meetings, oh no. No, he was simply skipping out on work early to go and fuck her fiancé!

Before leaving, bag slung over her shoulder, Barbara yanked the engagement ring from her finger, chucking it at the two men. “Good night, gentlemen. Enjoy each other.”

***

The Black Mask Club was nearly bursting with people when Roman came down to see the patrons moving to and fro. Some were on the dance floor, others were by the various bars and several were sitting or standing around the various tables, laughing and enjoying one another’s company. Everything was absolutely perfect tonight, especially when he saw just how many people were getting hot and heavy with one another.

Honestly, that aphrodisiac he offered was what really made the money. Not his multiple other businesses, though those really helped bring in the cash. Nah, it was the drug that stimulated his guests and allowed them to really get the most out of their night.

He was about to make his way to the main stage of the club when Victor stepped up to him, his face the usual blank mask though his eyes allowed Roman to see that the man had something important to tell him.

“What, Zsasz? I was about to go make an announcement, maybe buy everyone a round of drinks, some aphro or-”

“Boss,” Victor said, knowing that interrupting Roman would simply piss him off. “She’s here. That uh. . . That woman you like, the one from Dent’s photos? She’s here. At the bar.”

Roman raised a brow. “Mr. Zsasz, you’re going to have to be more specific. There were a lot of women in some of those photos from his work stuff. Which one are you even talking about because from what I can remember, Mr. Zsasz, is that none of those women were-”

“The redhead with the freckles. Y’know, the. . . The broad that was engaged t’the guy that Dent was fucking behind her back? The guy that you convinced him t’go for because you wanted the woman,” Victor said, once more interrupting him.

Only Roman didn’t get pissed off like he usually would. Hell, he normally didn’t get pissed off if Victor interrupted him, and he certainly wasn’t going to get pissed now that he knew exactly which woman Victor was talking about. After all, he had desired her for half a year now, but she never came to the club, almost always going between work and home according to Harvey.

But now, oh, now things were different! Now little miss Barbara Gordon was here in his club, right at the damn bar of all places!

She was just there, ready for the taking. Green eyes that still seemed to shine like emeralds despite the alcohol she was throwing back and should have put anyone under the table by now. Red hair that glowed like flames, even in the lights of his club.

Roman licked his lips, his eyes set on his target. Pretty little redhead who would look even prettier in his bed all bruised up and begging.

“Thank you, Mr. Zsasz, for this delightful piece of information. My announcement to the club can wait until further notice.” Roman adjusted his gloves and straightened out his suit jacket. “I’ve got a woman to bring home.”

He made his way to the bar, sliding up beside the redhead. Tapping his fingers down to get the bartender’s attention, he grinned. “Two specials, Steph dear. With a little added spice, if you could.”

The blonde at the bar, no more than eighteen really, shook her head and rolled her eyes but still went to prepare the drinks like Roman asked. The man then turned to Barbara, noticing how she had set down her latest shot glass to face him, those gorgeous eyes of hers just burning with a curiosity that not even alcohol could get rid of.

“What?” she said, chuckling. “No pick-up line? Or is the drink meant to take the place of the line?”

Roman chuckled, shrugging. “I’ll take it that you’re not against sharing a drink with me then?” He snapped his fingers and Stephanie set down the drinks that he had asked for. One of them had sugar on the rim, which he handed to Barbara. He tried his best to not smirk as he watched her down half of the drink, watching her face twist from the taste of alcohol as she tried to not cough.

He casually sipped at his own drink, one that was definitely weaker than hers. After all, the added spice only went towards Barbara’s drink; a double dose of his club’s aphrodisiac. Besides, he wanted to be completely sober once he finally got this woman up into his room and writhing beneath him.

“So, sweetheart,” he said, casually slipping an arm around her waist. “What brings you here? Pretty thing like you and all by your lonesome. Surely you must have some friends nearby, maybe a boyfriend? Or would you have a girlfriend? Just a partner in general? Or-”

He dared to smirk when Barbara knocked back the rest of her drink, slamming the glass against the bar. Clearly he had touched a nerve by bringing up a partner. Oh, had she discovered Harvey and her man then? Why else would she be here!

"You know, I'm normally a busy woman. A good job, a fiancé I could go home to." She let out a bitter laugh, staring at her empty glass now. "But I don't think I've actually lived, you know? Never been out to a club, never let myself go. . ."

Roman pulled her closer then, his hand moving up so his fingers could thread through her hair. "Then let go, baby girl." He didn't care that she shot a glare at him, too focused on how her pupils were already growing wide. "Let go and have some fun here, with me."

***

It was almost like a whirlwind after that. Whatever reason Barbara had for coming to his club clearly meant nothing, not with how he was giving her drink after drink, or with how he would pop some treats that he swore was just that. It made arousal shoot straight to his crotch when he pushed some of the aphrodisiac between her lips, however, and she wrapped her lips around his thumb, her tongue darting along it for a brief moment.

He nearly gave into temptation and took her then and there. How would she sound when being fucked by him, how tight would she actually be? Fuck, he just wanted her squirming and begging beneath him, she was ready to be completely ravished!

Roman knew it was time to bring Barbara up to his room though when the redhead leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"I think it's time we go somewhere with less people," he said, daring now to brush his lips across her forehead (the lone gentle touch she would receive tonight).

Barbara let out a giggle, nodding as she allowed the man to lead her away from the crowds and the noises of the club, everything fading back into a dull roar of white noise as they went upstairs to the penthouse suite that Roman called home.

He kicked the door shut behind him, shoving Barbara against the nearby wall as he pressed his lips against hers with a groan, his gloved hands already wandering under her shirt. Due to the alcohol and aphrodisiac mixing together in her system, Barbara could only moan in response, arching into Roman's touch and kissing him in return.

His hands grabbed her hips in a bruising hold as he began to kiss and suck at her neck, leaving a collar of bruises in his wake, making sure he went back to ensure they were obvious. He wanted everyone to know that she was his the next time he brought her downstairs.

"H-haa, fuck. . . Y-you really know how to work a girl up, huh? Don't. . . Don't even know your name," she laughed, moaning as he sucked a spot below her ear.

"Roman," he said, lips brushing against her ear now. "You're such a good girl for me, Barbara. Already so needy."

He yanked her towards the bed now, shoving her down onto the mattress, grinning when the woman let out a giggle. Oh yes, it wouldn't be hard to get her to beg for him, he thought. Even if she tried to retract her consent in the morning, it wouldn't matter.

She was his.

Roman was not known for his patience, even when it came to sex. He was a dominating man, he wasn't one to look at someone and take his time undressing them or building them up. Why else would he give out aphrodisiacs at his club?

He took a pocket knife out then, flipping it open to cut up Barbara's clothes. He loved hearing the way her breath caught in her throat, loved hearing her faint whine when the blade ghosted over her skin. Perhaps he could cut her up one day, see how she felt about knife play.

He barely paid her any mind as he hurried to remove the rest of her clothes, soon leaving her bare beneath him. It was then, however, as he began to kiss his way down her body, that he noticed a scar that ruined his pretty little doll's skin.

Roman's fingers brushed along the scar above her hip, tracing it a few times. "What happened?" he asked, bringing his lips to it now, kissing it and listening to the gorgeous woman below him let out a shaky moan.

"I had. . . Had this client. The man she was a witness against, he. . . He broke into my home. Shot me. Would have probably done worse honestly. Was nearly paralyzed from the attack."

Roman let out a huff, brushing his gloved fingers along her folds now, gathering up her slick. The aphrodisiac he gave her was already affecting her more than he realized (but that's the good thing about a double dose and more, how quickly it takes hold). "Bastard. I would shoot him back."

"H-he's in jail now, so he's- ohhh, fuck, Roman!" Barbara's slender fingers gripped his shoulders as he pumped his fingers into her now. "Ohh, fuck."

"Such a good girl for me. . ."

He rubbed his thumb against her clit now, watching as her face twisted in pleasure.

"Atta girl. You wanted to let go, didn't you? And here you are-" He felt her walls clench around his fingers now, a sudden orgasm rushing through her, "-letting go for me."

Roman brought his hand up to Barbara's mouth now, a low laugh leaving him as she eagerly licked at the gloved digits, cleaning her slick from his glove. "Such a little freak already, aren't you? Sex with your ex must've been the most boring thing ever."

He shoved her thighs apart, moving down again, his face right before her cunt. "Bet he doesn't even know how to eat you out properly."

He dove forward, tongue plunging into her right away. Roman felt her hands tangle in his hair, yanking him even closer to her cunt, her hips beginning to roll against his face. He wasn't having any of that though, his hands grabbing her hips to force her to stay in place now as he ate her out.

Barbara was crying out above him, squirming, her slick coating his mouth and chin. And fuck, did she taste good, better than any other woman he had been with, better than anyone he had been with actually.

It didn't take long to get her to cum from his mouth, a groan leaving him as he pulled back. "Such a good girl for me."

He didn't want to get his suit dirty from sex, so he was quick to undress, even removing his gloves so he could properly feel her as she would writhe beneath his touch.

Roman reached to yank Barbara up and force her to her knees as he rose up, the head of his cock brushing against her lips. The woman seemed to mewl, those emerald eyes of hers brimming with lust. He sucked in a breath when she wrapped her hand around him, his hips rolling forward as she kissed the tip.

"Isn't this better, baby? You don't need to think, don't need to worry about some jerk who prefers a cock to your pretty cunt. You can have this always, you know. Be my cute little fucktoy, not thinking, just dripping with my cum. Maybe even warming my cock?"

He chuckled as Barbara moaned, knowing full well that she couldn't say no right now.

“Bet you’d look good all round and full of my cum. . . Full with my babies, hm?” the man said, gripping his chin in his hand, directing her gaze up to him again. “You want that? You want me to fuck you and have a family with me?”

Barbara moaned again and Roman took that chance to thrust into her open mouth, nearly causing her to gag.

"Shh, be a good girl now," he said, slowly rocking his hips, watching as tears formed in those gorgeous eyes of hers. "Be a good girl and take my cock like the little whore I know you can be."

He began to pump his hips hard and fast then, fucking her face ruthlessly, her tears and muffled moans serving to only turn him on further. The little makeup she wore was running now, her cheeks flushed a brilliant pink, her lips already looking plump and swollen.

With a sound similar to a growl, he buried his cock in her throat, ignoring Barbara's struggling as he came in her mouth. He pulled back with a satisfied groan, reaching down to grasp her jaw. "So fucking beautiful. . ."

Dazed, the redhead simply looked up at him with wet eyes and a weak smile. He smirked, patting her cheek before getting up from the bed.

"You need something new to wear before the main event," he said, walking over to a nearby closet. "Something that makes it clear that you belong to me."

When Roman returned, he had a white corset in hand with an intricate gold patterning in the fabric and a black leather collar with a gold scalloped edge and a ring in the front.

He forced Barbara to stand properly now, smacking her cheek lightly if she seemed to sway at all as he put the corset on her. "None of that now, baby. Does Daddy Roman need to give you another dose?"

Roman didn’t wait for an answer, leaving Barbara briefly to grab a bottle from his bedside table. He popped it open, dumping a pill into his hand that he then forced into her mouth. He laughed as she choked slightly on his fingers, saliva pooling a bit.

He pulled his hand back and returned it to her cunt, stroking her folds again, listening to her whimper weakly. "Look at you. So fucking high, so fucking wet. You'll learn to love this without needing the drugs though. You're my girl now after all."

He finished getting her into the corset, knowing that it was tight enough on her to leave impressions in her perfect skin. Next came the collar, which he tightened with the buckle in the back.

Not too tight though, he needed her to keep breathing after all.

Roman shoved Barbara back down to the bed now, getting behind her and grabbing her hips to lift her up. He groaned at the sight of her wet folds, at the way her thighs were already quivering.

It wasn't difficult to get hard again, a few quick strokes all he needed. It was even easier to sink into the redhead's waiting cunt, a growl falling from him at how she still managed to feel tight, her own whine of pleasure heightening the feeling.

"Such a good fucking girl," Roman groaned, pumping his hips now, looking down to watch himself disappear into her, loving how she stretched around him and squeezed his cock. "Fuck. . . Now you're exactly where you fucking belong."

"R-Roman. . ." Oh, she was lucid enough to speak? "Ohhh, fuck, R-Roman! "

To his surprise, she began to buck back against him, gasping and moaning. He growled again, reaching forward to grab her collared throat and pull her back against him, forcing her to stay still as he used her body and chased after his own pleasure.

He knew she had cum again when he felt her go limp against him, when he heard her labored breathing and felt the way her inner walls gripped his cock like a fucking vice.

"So. . . So fucking good for me. . . Such a good fucking-!"

He couldn't hold back now, biting down and sucking on her shoulder to leave another mark now, his cum filling her up. Roman continued to thrust his hips, fucking his release further into her.

"Best part, baby?" He gripped her hair now, yanking on it to force her head back so he could kiss her jaw. "I'm just getting started. "

***

Barbara awoke with a pained groan the next morning, her entire body feeling like it had a party of its own without her. She remembered. . . Going to the Black Mask Club, telling Dinah to meet her there because she needed someone to vent to after catching Dick and Harvey. And though alcohol was her least favorite thing, she had decided to indulge tonight and-

Barbara tried to sit up quickly, her breath escaping her when she found her movements not only restricted, but also that her body was aching the most between her legs.

With a pained sound, Barbara pressed a hand to her stomach, feeling a corset on her. She brought the same hand up to her neck, feeling leather wrapping around it. A quick glance to the side gave her a look at the cuff locked to her wrist and chaining her to the bed she was in.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Had she been kidnapped from the club? Was Dinah looking for her? Did Dick know? Had she been-

"Barbara! You're awake!"

A male's voice reached her and suddenly Barbara found herself being shoved back down as a man in nothing more than a silk red robe and boxers loomed above her. His dark hair seemed like it was stylishly messy, as if he was trying to go for a mix of bedhead and sex hair.

What made matters worse is she knew this man's face from catching a glimpse of him slipping into Harvey's office.

"Roman Sionis," she said, trying to sit up again. "What is this? Why am I here?!"

Roman chuckled, the sound sending a chill down Barbara's spine.

"You were so distraught last night. I thought I would help make it more enjoyable, baby." He grabbed her jaw then, shocking Barbara as he leaned down to kiss her.

She tried to shove him back, the chain connecting her to the bed clinking as she attempted to get away from him.

But Roman simply laughed again. "Come on, baby, it isn't that bad! You really loved it when I fucked you senseless and filled you up with my cum, y'know. Oh, we're gonna have such beautiful kids."

Barbara paled, looking around for her purse now. She didn't realize he wasn't trying to stop her when she managed to find it hidden beneath her torn shirt- wait, torn? Had he cut her clothes away from her?! She dug into her purse, feeling a moment of triumph when she believed that she found her birth control pills.

That is, until she uncapped it and shook one of the pills out, recognizing that it was just pain medication.

"Wh-what. . . B-but I know that I-"

"Yeah, see. . . I figured you'd go for that, so along with cumming in you over and over again, even after you passed out during our session, I took it upon myself to get rid of your silly birth control."

Barbara turned slowly to look at him, eyes wide with mild fear. The man simply grinned at her, like he saw nothing wrong with his actions.

"Now come on, baby girl." He grabbed the chain attached to the bed, yanking her forward by her cuffed wrist. "I want you to ride me this time."

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Morning came and with it came the aches and pains of the night before. Roman no longer had her chained to the bed and while that should have been a blessing it was only because she knew it was futile to try running away. The first time she tried, a week after he first made her his captive and fucktoy, she had gotten dragged back into the man’s room kicking and screaming, Victor Zasaz dragging her back in.

Roman kept her chained for another three days before releasing her again, having spent those three days fucking her in and out of consciousness, the man not caring that she would occasionally wake up with him still pumping inside of her.

Now she awoke with bruises all over her body from where he would grip too hard or hit too hard with his toys. When she would remove the corset, there were impressions in her skin he would leave on her for too long, impressions on her neck where the collar had dug in too much.

She hated that it was getting easier to deal with everything, easier to breathe despite the constrictions.

Easier to find pleasure in the pain.

Barbara didn’t manage to get far, stumbling forward with a hiss as she fell to her knees. Her legs were bruised up, one ankle feeling like it was swollen and perhaps a bit twisted from one of Roman’s bedroom games. She tried to get back up on her good foot, deciding she could just limp the rest of the way to the bathroom to sink into the tub-

-only to freeze when she heard the bedroom door creak open and footsteps start approaching her.

She felt like she couldn't breathe, even though Roman had taken off the corset this time around and bothered to loosen the collar just a bit. What if he thought she was running away? What if-

"Oh, Barbara, what are you doing over there?" Strong arms came around her, lifting her up and carrying her. . . To the bathroom? Wait, he wasn't taking her back to the bed?

Roman set her down on the floor of the bathroom, giving her the chance to watch the man roll up his sleeves as he began to fill the tub up with water.

Barbara kept a wary gaze on him, watching as he moved to grab. . . Was that Epsom salt? He put some into the water, mixing it around.

Wait. Was he. . . Was he going to allow her to relax? Or was this all building up to some attempt at him fucking her again?

The next surprise came when Roman reached for her, removing her collar before moving to ease her into the warm water. She did hiss, her injuries aching slightly.

"I'm sorry, baby," Roman murmured, running his fingers through her hair. "I know I should be more gentle with you, but I know you can take it."

Barbara was so confused, merely sitting there in silence as Roman cleaned her up, flinching when she thought he would try groping her. Instead, he was gentle, and she could see a frown on his face as he looked over the bruises he left behind.

"I've really done a number on you. I should be more gentle, especially since. . ." He trailed off, pressing a hand to her stomach. Right. He was fucking her enough that she would end up pregnant, her birth control down the drain.

Would that really be so bad though?

"Why are you doing this?" she finally forced out. "Why are you-"

But Roman shushed her, pressing a finger to her lips. "Am I not allowed to take care of the woman I love?"

Hold on. Love?!

She fell silent again, allowing Roman to finish bathing her. He then lifted her out of the tub, wrapping her in a towel before bringing her back to the bed. Once there, he set her down, ensuring she was sitting with the towel beneath her so she didn’t get the sheets wet. It disturbed her, how gentle he was being, acting like he cared, that he was actually in love with her.

But what if he was? What if he was actually-

Barbara flinched, looking down to see him tending to her swollen ankle. She watched as he leaned forward to kiss her calf, the man’s brown eyes holding her own green ones. It. . . It looked like he had flecks of gold in his eyes, like- no! No, she wasn’t going to let herself get distracted by the pretty face of her abductor and rapist!

Was he really her rapist though? She willingly came to the club, she vaguely recalled going somewhere with someone. . . Could she have really done this willingly? Let him drug her and fuck her senseless, let him completely destroy her birth control to try and impregnate her?

She always wanted to be a mother though. . .

Stop! She had to stop these wandering thoughts!

"You know, your ex-fiancé was always going to be unfaithful. Harvey would tell me about how he and Dick would sneak off at those parties, have a quicky." Roman quirked a brow at her now. "Don't you think that was always odd? Hin sneaking off."

"I. . ." He would also beg her to top him when they got home, already half-hard in his pants.

"That's what I thought." Roman stood up now. "Wait right here, I'm going to get you some food."

Barbara watched him leave, realizing she could take this chance to text Dinah, to get help, to. . . To. . .

Why did she want to run again? Yes, Roman was rough but he sunk her into subspace so beautifully, he took care of her needs. . . He loved her?

Could. . . Could she learn to love him?

***

That tenderness continued, confusing the ever-living hell out of Barbara. Yet over time, it was easier to get used to, to expect which day would give her which side of Roman.

His caring side showed more when they realized she was pregnant.

Her engagement to Dick long forgotten, Roman's cock nestled inside her cunt so she could warm him while cuddling him. . . Barbara realized she was happy here.

"I think I'm falling in love with you," she admitted to him.

Roman tilted her head up. "Good thing I already love you, Freckles. Good thing I already love you."