"Come alone. Wear the Bat suit."
Barbara Gordon never expected to wear the Batgirl suit so soon after retiring and taking up the alias of Oracle, but here she was, standing out on the balcony of the apartment belonging to one Helena Bertinelli. She had offered the purple vigilante a chance to join her team, the "Birds of Prey", as she called them, but the Italian wanted to meet face-to-face. Barbara at first had considered sending Dick to ... "persuade" her, but decided this was something she had to do herself. And she would only be Batgirl for one night. Stephanie was Batgirl from now on. The spunky blonde had earned that mantle after all that hard work she did in the streets. (And underneath the sheets).
The balcony doors were ajar. Carefully, Barbara stepped through. She highly doubted that Helena would lay a trap for her. While the Huntress was a rogue vigilante that never quite saw eye-to-eye with the Bats, there was still a mutual respect. Batman allowed her to operate, provided that she didn't kill anyone within his sight, and Nightwing had worked beside her from time and time. (And inside her as well).
Barbara found herself in a large spacious bedroom, dimly lit with a few scented candles. (Must be that old mafia money), Barbara thought, remembering that Bertinelli had ties to old crime families. Even though she had renounced those ties, it seemed that the Italian woman was still rather well off. She would have to be, to afford all of that crimefighting equipment. Barbara noticed in the corner of her eye, a well-made king-sized four-poster bed. And attached to each post was a pair of handcuffs. Purple handcuffs.
Before she could register what she was looking at, she saw a figure stroll into the room. It was Helena. And Barbara couldn't stop herself from gasping at the Italian woman's attire. The raven-haired beauty was dressed in a black lace teddy, one that did little to hide the woman's perfectly-fit body. A pair of white streaks of fabric formed a cross on the front torso, and in addition to the skimpy undergarment, Helena also wore a purple translucent night robe. She was wearing what could only be described as her Huntress costume as lingerie.
"I've thought about your offer, Oracle," the vixen purred, as she moved closer to the astonished redhead, until she was inches from her face. "And I think if we're going to be a team, we should get to know each other. Without the middleman."
Barbara swallowed. And here she was, dressed in a cheap homemade outfit that made her look even younger. (Get it together, Babsie. She's only a few years older than you! Don't turn into a little girl in front of her! Just because she and Dick used to fuck every night while you touched yourself alone doesn't mean you're her bitch. Dick used to plow her. Now it's your turn.)
Helena brought her face closer, and went in for the kill. Her lips brushed against Barbara's, and Barbara couldn't help but close her eyes, accepting the kiss as she fell victim to the seductive brunette's sensuality. She nearly came on the spot. She was seduced in the moment, and all she wanted at that moment was to be taken. She then heard the sound of her jacket zipper being pulled down.
(No, Babsie. Don't give it to her that easy. Stop being a bottom. Dinah made you a bottom. Even Stephanie has made you a bottom. Get on top. Make her your bottom.)
Aggressively, she returned the kiss, mounting an oral assault with her tongue. Sensing that she managed to catch Huntress by surprise for a moment, she aggressively shoved the brunette towards the direction of the bed. Getting her opponent to land on the mattress on her back, Barbara pounced on the bodacious figure in front of her, straddling her as she attempted to undo the laces of her teddy. Unfortunately, her advantage did not last. The taller woman overpowered her, reversing their positions. Even more, the purple-dressed vigilante had mounted her knees on Barbara's shoulders, pinning them as the brunette took hold of her wrists, one at a time, cuffing them to a post of either side of the bed. Barbara Gordon had managed to be on top for mere seconds, only to be dominated once again. And all it did was make her want it more badly.
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Helena took a moment to enjoy the view in front of her. The former Batgirl, now Oracle, was on her bed, lying on her back, and her arms bound to two corners of the bed. Her breasts rose and fell as the redhead breathed heavily in excitement. In truth, Helena was willing to join Oracle's little team regardless. But she wanted to see if she talk the uptight redhead into satisfying a few carnal needs first. Never did Helena expect the meek-looking girl to be so feisty. Helena loved a little bit of fight in the bedroom. So many times, she would rile up Nightwing, getting under his skin, knowing that getting him angry would make him more eager to fuck. How fitting it was now that she had his cute piece of ass at her mercy, wet and begging to be fucked.
Slowly, she freed the former Batgirl of the clothing on her lower body, unbuckling the Batgirl's utility belt, unlacing her boots, and sliding her leggings down her firm legs. When she was finished, only a pair of black lace panties were left. The restrained woman had stopped resisting, and her legs acted as if she couldn't get her pants off quickly enough.
"Does your boyfriend know you're here?" Helena teased, as she inched her face closer to the redhead's damp underwear.
"He's busy. On a mission with Black Canary," the redhead murmured.
"Oh? And does he know what I'm about do to you? On the bed that he's fucked me on so many times?"
The former Batgirl's body responded by curling her toes, bending her knees, and spreading her thighs, as if to plead with Helena. (Hmm. I bet she gets off to watching Nightwing with other women. He always struck me as an exhibitionist.) The dark-haired woman slipped two fingers under the damp cloth that guarded Batgirl's womanhood, gracefully brushing her fingers over the redhead's lips and erect nub. Batgirl, meanwhile, had held her breath in anticipation. Helena, almost cruelly, pulled out, continuing her taunting by licking the wetness off her fingers. She then pulled the musky underwear down the younger woman's legs.
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