A flirty examination

"All right stud, let's get this examination started. Get out of those clothes." Barbara commanded, clearly used to people listening to her. "This will double as your on file physical for the Justice League, so it will be fairly comprehensive. Fortunately, Bruce has a full diagnostic center that is equipped for this sort of thing. Thankfully, you have already disrobed." She teases, her smile illuminating the cavernous room.

"We'll start with the blood test, so that can process while we finish the rest of the tests." With pinpoint accuracy, she locates a vein in your arm in no time, causing you to yelp in surprise. In response, she smirks at you, lifting an eyebrow as she seems to hold back a giggle. You blush and under your breath mutter,

"You could have at least told me you're taking my blood."

"Come on Shad, as a biological researcher you must have had a blood test done on you before. So what if I also want to test your response to needles?"

"Well, it's not very doctorly." You retort

"Good thing I'm not a doctor."

You smile, mostly to yourself as the blood test finishes up and Barbara starts removing the needle and putting the vial in an analysis machine. She clearly has a quick wit, and you definitely enjoy your back and forth duel of quips.

Next comes the litany of normal tests, things you've definitely had done to you at a doctor's office. You begin with measuring your height and weight, and you come in officially at 6'2 and 205 pounds. Next, you take a body fat test, which clocks in at a low 5% body fat. After that comes the reflex test, followed by inspecting various points on your body with a stethoscope, and next comes checking your heart rate and blood pressure.

After Barbara finishes checking your neck for lymph nodes, she begins to ask you the questions you would hear at a typical doctor's visit.

"How old are you?"

"I am 47 right now, and I was 45 when I finished the nanobots to cure my terminal illness."

"How much sleep do you get in a typical night?"

"I don't really need it to be quite honest, though for routine and habits sake I try to sleep about an hour each night."

"Any medical conditions in your family?"

"Testicular cancer on my dad's side, and heart disease on my mom's side."

"How sexually active are you?"

You blush, not exactly comfortable discussing your sexual history with the busty redhead.

"Shad, I need this to treat you. If it wasn't important I wouldn't ask it. I'm curious as to the effect of the nanobots in all aspects of your life, including sexually.

"Then I would consider myself very sexually active. I tend to have sex multiple times a week, but and often feel the need to orgasm at least three times a day at the bare minimum. To be honest, it feels like even though my body has become an idealized version from my mid twenties, my libido is purely teenager."

"Uh huh. And you are practicing safe sex when you engage with others?"

"Uh, no. I figure that the nanobots prevent the spread of sexual transmitted diseases."

"But what about pregnancy? I'm sure you don't want little Shads running around everywhere. Let me be clear with you, the Justice League does not look kindly on its members knocking women up and abandoning them."

"It's uh, not a problem." You try to evade.

"And how is that possible?" It seems like she is not buying your excuse.

"It's not important."

"Answer me, Shad." You can feel the shades of her police commissioner father as she leans on you for an adequate answer.

"Because...because none of the women I sleep with can last long enough for me to cum."

Eyes wide, Barbara looks shocked. "What do you mean the women 'can't last long enough'?"

"Well, on my miss- I mean, the last time I had sex the women passed out at a little under ten minutes and after three orgasms though to be honest, she was really worked up and-"

"Wait," Barbara interrupts, "You managed to give this woman three orgasms in under ten minutes?"

"Yeah, that's pretty typical for me. Though I should mention that not all women I sleep with pass out, some just get too sensitive after that many consecutive orgasms, and you know, I don't want to, you know, fuck a girl when it starts becoming painful." You blush through your stutter, hoping she didn't realize how embarrassed you are.

"Impressive" she mutters under her breath, not expecting your nanobot improved ears to hear her. She then speaks up, "Next up are some physical capabilities test" as she gestures to a door in the corner of the room.

You get up and follow her, and you become stunned as you see what's behind that door. This must be where Batman trains, because there is a plethora of equipment all around, including a replica of the Flash's cosmic treadmill and a gravitational squat rack.

You're still gushing over the extent of Batman's home gym when Barbara walks up to you and hands you a spare pare of plain gym shorts, as well as some shoes and socks. You take them wordlessly and put them on, still admiring the level of luxury here. Guess that's the benefit of being as rich as Bruce Wayne, you think to yourself. You're envious, but know that once a few Justice League paychecks come in you'll be able to get out of your shitty apartment. You had been so focused on training and becoming a superhero that you disregarded earning money for the most part, especially since you bankrupted your former identity during your search for a cure.

Finishing dressing, you walk over to Barbara as she begins outfitting you with a variety of biological monitors to measure you during these tests.

"First, we're going to test you on the treadmill. It's capable of going up to the speed of the Flash so I'm not too worried about you out racing it," She jokes. "Start with a healthy jog so I can get a good baseline for you.

You smile, and wordlessly get up on the treadmill, and begin your run. Of course, it easily takes you so you ramp up to a comfortable pace that you feel you can maintain for hours.

"Looks good" Barbara shouts after a couple of minutes over the roar of the machine. "Now start sprinting so I can see your maximum speed. Not wanting to disappoint, you start really going at it. In no time at all you're sprinting, racing like you were being pursued. You keep going, in part wanting to impress Barbara, not as a macho male thing but because you can tell she is impressed by how you managed to create your nanobots. Considering she could masquerade as a doctor even without having a degree, you figure she's incredibly smart and you figure it's a win-win if a gorgeous and intelligent superheroine likes you.

"Can you go any faster?" She asks, and you respond by truly going all out, and you know you can't keep this up for long. Indeed, after roughly ten seconds of this pace you begin to slow down, and you've worked up a sweat, something that has rarely happened to you since becoming the Shadow.

"How was that?" you pant, pacing around in order to not cramp after your all out blitz.

"Wonderful." She says impressed. "You peaked at almost 30 miles per hour, so you're easily Olympian level in that regard. You soak in her praise, and on her command walk over to the squat rack.

"We'll start with 200 pounds. Give me ten reps please."

You comply, and easily knock out the ten that you needed.

"No no no." She tsks. "Your form is all wrong." She grabs your thigh and slowly pushes it inward. "Your stance is too wide, and also when you crouch you shunt your knees inward. Try again, this time without weight." This time she keeps a hand on the inner side of each knee, and as you squat down she holds each in place, preventing them from leaning together.

"Good" she says, quickly turning away. Was it just you or did her touch linger a little longer than necessary? Shaking the thought from your mind, you repeat your reps, this time focusing on maintaining proper form. You look over to Barbara and brighten when she nods in approval.

"Seemed just as easy to me." You say, while Barbara configures more weight to be put on the rack.

"At your level of physical health, it will be easy no matter what. When you get to higher levels, however, form becomes very important."

You nod at her sage advice, you quickly start to go into a routine. You fairly effortlessly squat the rack, Barbara nods, and places more weight on. Eventually you hit your max, and you begin to struggle. You take a deep breath, and focus on the notes that your examiner gave you, and soon your manager to successfully finish the squats.

"I think that's your maximum," Barbara notes, a hint of pride in her voice. "Congratulations, you can squat a thousand pounds. Again, Olympian level. Good job." You smile, happy to have made such positive impression on Barbara. "Now, it's time for you to shower, because you're as sweaty as my date on prom night after meeting my dad. We'll finish the last little bit after you're done."