Author: Kat Lee
Character/Pairing: Tabitha/Barbara, mild Butch/Tabitha
Challenge/Prompt: slashthedrabble #423: PTSD
Warning(s): SPOILERS for Season 2
Word Count: 542
Date Written: 15 November 2016
Disclaimer: All characters within belong to DC Comics, not the author, and are used without permission.
They've sat together before this fireplace for hours, but always before, it's been just the two of them. Tonight, Tabitha has barely glanced at Butch, and when he first entered, his warning was clear. He knows he's not the great love of her life. He understands their relationship is merely mutually beneficial and that they can never become more than allies with benefits, but he never expected to learn that Tabitha is capable of loving some one besides her brother.
She's not only capable, but she's clearly in love with the woman who she's been holding for hours, quietly stroking her blonde hair and skin that looks so desirably soft. Butch swallows hard, watching the two of them, and shifts again in his seat. It would be the fondest fantasy of many men he knows to see these two beautiful women making love in front of the fire, but he's not interested in that -- not yet, at least. He'd rather just watch two people in love.
Tabitha turns her head slightly to look at him. "Thank you," she whispers. He hasn't tried to disturb either of them, and she's seen no sign of reproach from him. She could easily bend him to her will, but doing so would mean leaving Barbara and though it wouldn't take long, she simply isn't ready to do that.
She strokes her hair and returns her gaze to her beloved. Barbara has made every newspaper in Gotham. Each tells a slightly different story, but none of them know the truth. None of them know the real woman as Tabitha has come to know her. She isn't crazy. She isn't cruel. Perhaps a part of her does suffer with PTSD, but the real Barbara is far more than any of that.
The real Barbara isn't one but two halves of the same soul fighting within her own body to become dominant. Tabitha had feared she wouldn't see either woman again until she'd shown up on her doorstep tonight. Tabitha had welcomed her with open and loving arms. She would have met any one else having been gone from her for so long with her whip and anger, but not Barbara.
She can't seem to stay angry at this beauty, no matter what she does or what life throws at them to divide them. She cares for her greater than she's ever cared for any one else, including her brother. She never wants to hurt her, and she doesn't care about domination when it's only the two of them. She wants to take the precious jewel that she knows is Barbara's true self and protect it, heal it, fuse it back together again with gentility, love, and a faith that nothing can rattle.
She wants to marry this woman, Tabitha realizes with sudden clarity. She wants to own her not as her prey but as her better half. She wants to make all her dreams -- all their dreams come true. She presses another kiss to Barbara's temple. "It's all going to be okay," she promises. "We're going to make our dreams come true."
Forgotten behind her, Butch nods. He's going to protect these women, and together, the three of them will make all their dreams come true.