"So, how do I look?"
Barbara couldn't help but be impressed with the sight in front of her. College student Stephanie Brown, dressed in the Batgirl costume. She had gone for a few changes, trading in the homemade look with the leather jacket and clip-on cape for a more refined Kevlar setup. The suit itself was black with a yellow Bat logo prominently displayed on her chest, not a far cry from Barbara's first look, but with a few splashes of purple on its sides.
"Like you were born for the role," Barbara answered, proudly. While part of her would miss running around rooftops in a cape, she knew that she could do so much more in her new role as Oracle, the high-tech information broker to the entire superhero network. She could find anyone, anywhere, with just the keyboard at her fingertips. She had really picked up those skills when she was in the wheelchair, but now she was ready to truly do some damage. And at least this time, it was by choice. Besides, she's still young, in her early twenties, and had the use of her legs. If needed be, she could go out and fight. (Or fuck).
Stephanie, of course, was beaming. She leapt into the redhead's arms, toppling her onto the nearby bed. The exuberant blonde planted an open-mouthed kiss on Barbara, who was surprised, but not overly displeased.
"I'm so grateful for all the work you've put in to train me," Stephanie gleefully spoke. "I'd never have gone this far without you and Dick being there for me." Her hands slipped down to Barbara's waist, unbuttoning her jeans. "So why don't I just you a token of my appreciation."
As the blonde cowl lowered its heard towards her crotch, Barbara briefly wondered where "being eaten out by my own persona" fell on her list of secret fantasies.
"Dick will be here any second."
"Good, he can watch. Then I'd like to show him my gratitude as well."
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Stephanie loved the feel of the wind in her hair as she swung down feet first into a mugger's face. It was a clean hit. The thrill of taking down a criminal twice her size may have been the best part of her first night as Batgirl.
Following closely her, unfortunately, was the worst part of the her first night as Batgirl. The two worst parts, that is.
"You're too reckless, Jason! I thought we had this all planned out."
"Whatever, nerd. While you were busy playing games on your wristwatch calculator, I was kicking ass and taking names. If I had waited for you, they would have all gotten away."
"Someone did almost get away! Lucky for us, Steph chased him down..."
(How did I end up working with these two idiots?)
Stephanie groaned. Those two had finally caught up, and were still bickering. Jason Todd and Tim Drake, also known as Red Hood and Red Robin. Jason was a former Robin, the second, who had died in battle, and had recently come back to life at the age of nineteen. He also dressed himself in a brown leather jacket and a shiny red helmet. It was that "casual bad boy" look that Stephanie suspected Jason spent many hours trying to perfect. And Tim was the third Robin... and her nerdy ex-boyfriend. The two of them had shared a puppy love back in the day when they were younger, but when they turned eighteen (and were on the verge of getting a bit more serious), Tim went through his rebellious phase, left the Robin identity, and named himself after a burger joint for some odd reason. He also repainted his suit with way too much red, and added a ludicrous feathered wing-suit. And those two morons could never get along. Ever. The worst part was that Stephanie was actually a bit turned on by both of them.
