All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Fall foliage was in abundant evidence as Stephanie Brown - aka Batgirl - stood on the curb side bus stop and awaited the arrival of a good friend. Out of costume and back in college on a Wayne Foundation scholarship, she felt uncomfortable in street clothes and felt more than one set of eyes undressing her as she awaited the afternoon arrival. The cold of winter had not yet appeared in Gotham City so many of the college students walking around the GSU campus were still dressed for summer, herself included. Her cut off denim shorts barely dared to cover the curve of her shapely ass and the t-shirt she had worn out of the dorm today had long since lost its sleeves to her scissors and desire to show off more skin. Socks that barely came above the top of her sneakers and a short, black, and denim jacket completed the outfit. Stephanie only wished that Tim Drake were around for the fall semester to see her in this get-up. She sometimes wondered what got him hard faster. Her Batgirl costume, or her civilian clothes? Thoughts like those made her flashback to a certain rooftop in Gotham City where the two of them had enjoyed one another for a few hours one night when they were out on patrol.
The bus rolled to a stop and the air brakes hissed as it came even with the curb and Cassandra Cain - one time Batgirl and current Blackbat - came to her feet a fraction of a second before everyone else on the bus. Her ability to read minute body language served her as a vigilante working for the Batman in the Far East as one of his agents, the same as it had done when she was Batgirl, as well as when she had still been an assassin. A slight smile touched her lips as she spotted Stephanie standing on the curb and waiting for her to climb down for their weekend together. She had passed the mantle of Batgirl to Stephanie when she had decided to leave Gotham City, but she had missed her friend terribly in the time that the two of them had been apart. She easily slipped around and under the other passengers as they struggled to reach the stairs and claim their luggage. There were a few scattered oaths and more than a few finger gestures aimed at her but she was not about to allow them to deter their reunion. . .
The campus sandwich shop was a nice enough place to grab something to eat while the two of them caught up on what was going on in their lives. The talk flowed easily - as though the two of them had not been separated for months and by most of the civilized world.
". . . Gun runners with Cobblepot, and they dumped the entire shipment and tried running." Stephanie easily shared a few of her anecdotes about being Batgirl. Including a rather lengthy and lurid one concerning exactly what she and Timothy Drake had done with one another.
Cassandra listened easily enough, but even sitting in the open she could not stop her eyes from moving between the employees and other diners in the shop, picking out exits, and sizing up the other people here to pick out which of them was trained and might present a potential threat. Nobody so much as gave her, or Stephanie, a second look and they were two of the most dangerous and highly trained women in the world when it came to personal combat techniques.
". . . and do not even get me started on what a horny old man Alfred is. Don't let that polished English butler bit fool you for a moment because he can fuck with the best of them." Stephanie blushed a little in ending the story about what she and Alfred had done down in the Batcave.
"You and Alfred?" Asked Cassie. Her hands mimed two bodies smacking together in sexual intercourse.
"It is not as bad as you are making it out", said Stephanie. She crumbled up the butcher paper in which her sandwich had been served and casually tossed it into the trash can without standing up.
With lunch finished the two girls decided to head back to Stephanie's dorm room so that Cassie could unwind and relax before the two of them had to decide what it was that they wanted to do. Grabbing her bag and flinging it over her shoulder, Cassie followed her friend out of the diner and began the ten minute walk across the campus and toward the housing units.
Maybe it was the fall weather? Or it might have been that Cassandra Cain exuded a foreign allure with her Eurasian features and flowing black hair? Her eyes never stopped moving as the two of them walked and about once every minute she was pointing out to Stephanie a guy - or guys - that were stimulated by their passing. She could also tell which of these guys was a little more than 'stimulated'. Tenting shorts and bulging jeans seemed to be the order of the day but the tall, blonde, girl claimed to only have eyes - and wetted loins - for her fellow crime fighters. Cassandra had been so busy on her mission in the Far East that one of her goals upon getting back to Gotham had been the hope of getting a little action. When the two of them finally arrived outside of Hamilton Hill Hall - residency named for the one-time Mayor of Gotham - and the Residency Advisor buzzed them in, Cassandra's panties were wet from looking at the available men and the thoughts that had invariably entered into her own mind as she had spent a few seconds on her favorites sizing them up in turn.
"Hey Steph," called out the lanky guy behind the front desk.
"Martin," Stephanie acknowledged him but barely slowed as she strolled past the entryway and entered the elevator.
"He desires you, Stephanie. Why do you not allow him to take you?" Asked Cassandra. Part of her curiosity stemmed from having been raised as a functional mute and illiterate until she had broken away from the control of her father, the assassin David Cain. Her learning to speak had interfered with her other abilities for a while but time away from Gotham had honed them again and she was happy to say that she was back in prime form. Aside from learning to speak and read, her sexual awakening had happened in short order as well. Once she learned to interpret what the miniscule changes in pulse, body temperature, and certain blood flow registered in a man. In short order Cassandra Cain discovered that she enjoyed sex and enjoyed men taking pleasure in her body.
"He's been sniffing after me since our freshman year," confided Stephanie. "I almost took him to bed once or twice, but other things came up."
"Work, or pleasure?" Asked Cassie.