Prologue, Main Street
Batgirl didn't want to think about what had happened. So much had gone to hell so fast. In one day she had suffered losses so great they shattered her emotionally. The Justice League stepped in, but they were late. What had occurred...could never be undone.
"I can't bring the dead back to life," Batgirl thought. Her thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Supergirl. "Are you all right?" Batgirl had to repress her incredulity. "If losing your friends and being told you can't fight crime anymore is your definition of all right, then..." Batgirl started to say.
Supergirl cut her off with rising anger, "You know why the League did what it did. For your own good. Your mental state is precarious at best. Your judgement is hopelessly clouded by your rage. You're a trainwreck. So don't take it out on me miss. You think I don't care well I do. What's done is done. Focus on the future." Batgirl looked at her and slowly shook her head, "It is so easy for you, to judge me, to fight crime effortlessly. I have to make do with what I have."
Tensions within the League between members with superpowers and those without them had always been a undercurrent that occasionally rose to the surface. Supergirl had enough, "This attitude of yours is getting tiresome. I've put up with more of your self-pity than I can stand. Pull yourself together and get on with your life." Supergirl turned around to fly off and looked at her, "Well, that's all I have to say. It's been two years, Batgirl. You should let it go. It will be the death of you."
As Supergirl prepared to take flight, Batgirl spoke up, "Supergirl.....thank you for allowing me to at least do minor work." Supergirl smiled slightly, "I would have done more if I could. But my voice was in the minority. It's the age gap I imagine. You and I are teens, but most of the League members aren't. I don't imagine they have a lot of faith in the teenage mind's strength. We have to work that much harder to gain their trust and respect. I doubt you just turning 18 next year will be enough. Goodbye."
As Supergirl flew off, Batgirl looked at the ground. "Supergirl, as much I want to, I can' forget. The damage isn't healing. I have no injuries, yet I feel near death. I just can't let it go. I don't want to forget them. I won't," she thought. Batgirl signed, "She's right. This will be the death of me. I can't shoulder this burden alone".
1 year later, Rooftop
The now 20-year old Batgirl had found a way to cope. It had caused her to gain a few pounds, but not too many as to hamper her abilities. Of course it hadn't made the pain go away, but at least she wasn't feeling like she was nearly dead all the time. She frequently worried about what the other league members would think about her weight gain, but they were kind enough not to mock her. Still she did stand out. She had grown to not to really mind the extra weight.
It wasn't exactly a dramatic increase. Most of the weight had gone to her ass and her breasts. Fat had accentuated the size of her breasts noticeably, making them rounder and smoother. They remained firm, however, due to the muscle tissue she had acquired from prolonged periods of extensive training. Her butt had definitely received a sizeable share of fatty tissue.
It was now very round, very large, and jutted outwards like some kind of surreal, subliminal beacon. Love handles had formed above it. Her legs were much larger and rotund in form, as were her arms. Her belly definitely protruded outwards substantially, though it didn't wobble about. Her face had rounded out, with a double chin and a somewhat wider neck.
In her Batgirl costume (which she had adjusted somewhat in terms of size), the extra weight seemed to push outwards as if to break free of an enclosed prison. She was acutely aware of how her costume accentuated her rounded, enlarged features. And she had grown to like it.
There was something sensual about the way the outfit clung to her body. "Guess I'm experiencing that sexual awakening stuff. I was hoping to put it off just a little longer," she thought. She had never really done anything that involved sex. Being Batgirl had delayed her awareness of her growing sexuality, but now with the extra time on her hands....she could actually explore this neglected aspect of herself.
Strange desires she had forgotten about were starting to resurface, and now she could now finally get around to addressing them. She thought, "Maybe I should change my name to Batwoman. Wait, that name's taken." Even so, sex could wait. She had plenty of time. Actually there had been one person she had been interested in, but there was no chance of that happening now. "I'd be better off not thinking about it. Just get with your life Batgirl.", she thought. All the weight I've gained is countered by the wiry muscles I've acquired over the years, so there isn't any problem there."
It wasn't like she had stopped training. She thought: "In fact, maybe I've been doing too much. I should relax more. I'll change clothes, and go talk to some people. But anyone specific?" Then it hit her. She should talk to someone who knew Bruce, vent off some of her feelings. Perhaps more than that. Someone whose feelings toward Bruce came closest to matching her own. And she knew which woman Bruce had been most interested in. "And that is who I am going to talk to," she decided in her mind.
Convention Center
"Selena Kyle, where have you gone off to? I can't argue on behalf on this wildlife habitat, I was just coming to encourage you if you needed me." said Maven worriedly, looking around. All around her inside the convention center was a massive moving congregation of activists and business people. In her worried mind she thought: "She knows what I look like; she shouldn't have trouble finding me." Maven was a thin 31-year old woman, about the same height as Selena Kyle.
