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In the dimly lit Gotham Library, chaos erupts as clown gang members unleash gunfire outside. Seeking refuge, you stumble into a secluded room, only to witness Barbara Gordon swiftly shedding her librarian attire.
Initially unaware of your presence as she quickly unbuttons her top, undoes her bra, bends over at the waist and peels down her tight fit skirt. Then she notices you. (Oh! it looks like I'm not alone, whatever I don't have time for this.) Standing up, not wearing a thing as she reaches into her bag with a practiced hand, pulling her hair back before pulling out the tight, latex-like material of her Batgirl outfit, stretching it on one piece at a time. Her body is stunning to say the least, though she certainly has her share of scars. All in all it takes her about four minutes before she turns around and locks eyes with you. A mischievous smirk smeared across her lips. "Enjoying the show?" she quips, her tone amused.
You stay crouched behind the desk, heart pounding, listening to the muffled chaos beyond the door. Gunshots crack through the library stacks. Something heavy crashes. Then
WHAM.
A body hits a shelf.
THUD. THUD.
Two more go down. You hear a sharp grunt, a kick landing, a cry cut short. Then silence. Long, heavy silence.
After a moment, the doorknob turns again.
WHAM.
A body hits a shelf.
THUD. THUD.
Two more go down. You hear a sharp grunt, a kick landing, a cry cut short. Then silence. Long, heavy silence.
After a moment, the doorknob turns again.
Batgirl steps inside with steady, controlled strides, shoulders back, cape settling behind her in a dark sweep. Her eyes find you immediately. (Now to take care of this cute peeper.) She stops a few feet in front of the desk. Hands slide to her hips as she looks down at you. Her gaze is sharp, assessing. She exhales slowly through her nose. Not angry, just accepting the situation. “Alright,” she says, voice calm but edged with authority. “We need to talk.” She glances toward the door to make sure the hall is clear, then back to you with that same unwavering stare.