For Batgirl, there was nothing like a nice hot shower after an evening with Robin.
A evening on patrol, that is. With the new Robin, Stephanie Brown. She was a college freshman that had worked with the Bat crew before, and after months of begging, Bruce had finally allowed her to officially join the crusade against crime. And for her first night, Bruce just happened to be "busy" with Justice League work, leaving Barbara to show her the ropes.
(More like babysitting her), Barbara thought as she toweled off. Still, at least she got full use of the Wayne Manor. Dick would stop by later, and with Alfred taking sick leave, and Stephanie supposedly on her way back to her dorm, she and Dick would have the whole mansion all to themselves. Ever since they had started dating, they never quite got the chance to properly spend the night together. Oddly enough, Dick had somehow managed to stick his pole into the wet hole of seemingly every woman in Gotham except for hers. Not that Barbara had much room to complain, as her own wet hole was on its way of being used by every other woman in Gotham as well. She had never thought herself as bisexual, up until a night with her mentor Black Canary had opened the floodgates, both figuratively and literally speaking.
Still, it wasn't a terrible situation, as Barbara got into her silk pajamas, sans underwear. And she was actually becoming quite fond of the new girl. The blonde 18-year-old had a spunk and determination that reminded Barbara of herself at her age, which was only a few years ago. And she had a cheery sense of humor that reminded her of the first and original Robin, back before the injury. She had much to learn, as Barbara had to save her life a couple of times. Still, she showed a lot of enthusiasm, and it didn't hurt that she was in awe everytime Barbara did something cool. What? Barbara enjoyed the flattery.
She made her way into Dick's old room, only to be treated by a very unexpected sight: Stephanie Brown posing on the four-poster bed, wearing nothing but a red bathrobe. At second glance, Barbara could see that it was, in fact, a red, yellow, and green bathrobe, with (of course) an "R" logo stitched on the side.
"I thought you went home," Barbara inquired.
"I wanted to thank you for tonight," the blonde replied, smiling, as she attempted to seductively cross and uncross her legs. "You were a good teacher, and you saved my life tonight. Now, why don't we fulfill the other part of the Batgirl and Robin tradition?"
"Er- what are you talking about?"
"You know, what you and Dick used to do in the Batcave together, after a long and thrilling night..."
Barbara wasn't sure if Stephanie was trying to sound sultry, because she sounded more like just an awkward fangirl. Despite that, Barbara still found herself turned on. (Damn, Babsie. Are you really that horny that you're about to be seduced by your own sidekick?).
"We- we never really..." Barbara stammered. Well, it was partially true. They'd never gone all the way, but only because Bruce or Alfred would catch them. There was one embarassing incident in which Batman had caught the two of them fooling around in the backset of the Batmobile. He threatened to tell her father. Barbara didn't know what would scare her more: her father finding out that she was Batgirl, or her father finding out that she was canoodling with Robin.
Stephanie patted the space on the bed next to her, bringing to Barbara's attention an object that she hadn't noticed earlier. It was a dildo, roughly six inches in length, shaped like a real penis, with a few ribs along the length for added pleasure. And at its base, protruding off to one side, was an egg-shaped knob, about three inches in length, and slightly wider than the shaft. It was a feeldoe. The wearer would slip the egg-shaped knob into her own vagina, while thrusting the length of the toy into her partner. Barbara had seen one, while shopping for a thank-you gift for Dinah, before nervously bolting from the store after seeing the wide selection of items that she could be penetrated with. What shocked Barbara the most was that the shaft of the toy sported a red, green, and yellow color scheme, while the knob featured Barbara's own colors: purple and yellow. It was branded. Barbara briefly wondered where Steph even got such a thing. Was this something mass-produced, or did Bruce himself have this made, with this specific instance in mind.
Barbara quickly pushed all those thoughts out of her mind, as she realized that she had a thirsty college freshman eager to get under her. She made her way to the bed, unbutonning her PJs and tossing them aside before climbing over the eager blonde, who had opened up her robe to expose her perky breasts. Lips and tongues mashed together, their bodies rubbed against each other, and Barbara was all to happy to finally be on top for once. Much like her, Stephanie had a petite but still athletic body. Barbara took the feeldoe in hand, and slipped the Batgirl-branded portion inside of her. She gasped as her tunnel took a moment to accomodate its wide girth. After a bit of adjustment, she had the full portion was nestled comfortably inside of her, her vaginal muscles clutching it in place, and her clit resting on a flat but ridged surface at the base of the shaft.
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