"I'm so fed up of being stuck in here, sat with my fat ass in that stupidly uncomfortable bat-chair-thing." Barbara moaned pacing back and forth in her skintight suit.
"it's not happening." Batman stated before walking away.
Robin helpfully added, "your ass isn't fat."
Barbara was completely fed up, she took up the role of Batgirl expecting nail bitting rescues and just barely escapes. Instead she got the occasional knocking someone out, hacking someone, or being a damsel... All while wearing a skintight rubber suit that attracted thousands of simps. "Alfred? Don't you think I should be put there?"
"I'm afraid master Bruce has decided to take this as a teaching moment, I suppose you could try doing the same." she groaned thinking how he could be a right dickhead on occasion. "However, I feel that if you truly believe you can make a good difference, well then you should go prove it." and most the time he was sweet.
"thanks Al." she smiled grabbing her phone and her grappling hook before running outside and calling Raven.
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Sweet Poison
General FictionBatgirl and Raven get corrupted by Poison Ivy and become everyone's new main source of... Relief
