Barbara Gordon learns that, if she has to have to have a past, it's better for it not to be multiple choice

A new flash of memories rammed into Barbara Gordon's mind - all the same as her original timeline . . . right up until that terrible night 8 years ago when she'd answered the door to see him.

The Joker.

Hawaiian shirt and camera at the ready but, instead of a gun, he held a gas canister. Sickly green gas filling her mouth and face. Falling backwards into the glass coffee table but grabbing at her burning lips instead of a gunshot waist. Her mouth was on fire. Fingers clawing at her mouth. She couldn't breathe.

"I wouldn't worry about it if I were you! It's just a common psychological illness common to her profession. Can't stop telling others to "Shh!"

Distantly, she heard the sounds of her Father shouting and saw the Joker's goons punch and hold him back. She tried to speak but she couldn't get out the words, her mouth full of a cloying sweetness. Her head started feeling dizzy. Her lips felt numb now, swollen, and her panic started to recede, being replaced by a far more terrifying giddiness.

"You know, I thought a lot about what would hurt the most for you to watch - even entertained a gunshot to the spine - but where's the creativity in that? The panache? Any simple thug with a gun you put away for petty larceny could do that!"

She felt the Joker reach down and replace her glasses with a pair of his own that he slipped out of his shirt pocket. Swirls and flashing images that sped by too quick to process anything but subliminally filled her field of vision even as the giddiness intensified into a weird sort of bliss. Her lips started tingling again now but not with pain.

"No, no, no - it's important to me that, as you face the difficult night ahead, you have HAPPY memories of your little girl to reflect upon! Little Babs with nothing but a big beautiful smile on her face, doing what she loves most!"

"You scum! I'll- UNGH!"

Her Dad's voice as silenced as she heard a powerful punch land.

"Shh, shh, keep quiet! Not only are you upsetting a librarian with all that noise, poor little Barbara's in a rather suggestive state right now thanks to the special Smilex I cooked up for her! Any foul language would have all sorts of negative impact, especially from dear old Dad!"

Intellectually, Barbara knew she should fight or scream but as the burning in her lungs slowed and the pleasant buzz in her lips increased, her mind got foggier and foggier. The images and words in the shades flashing in front of her got clearer, sharper, burning themselves into her brain. They were all she could see.

Blowjobs. Girls sucking cock.

With what tiny shred of her will that remained, she distantly reached up a trembling hand to try and take the glasses off, even as the intoxicating buzz of pleasure in her mind and lips tripled . . . but a cold hand grabbed her wrist before she could reach them.

"No, no, no - Barbara Gordon doesn't fight, Barbara Gordon sucks like a good little girl."

She felt the hand curl her fingers into a partial fist, except for her thumb, which was gently led into her mouth betwixt her lips, lips that now burned with strange ecstasy.

"Barbara Gordon loves to suck."

Instinctively, she began to suck her thumb and was rewarded with another huge burst of pleasure. She mewled like a kitten around her digit, feeling drool slip out from her mouth.

"Yes, that's a good girl. Just let all those nasty thoughts fly out of your pretty little head. Thinking is for bad girls and you're a good girl! Good girls get lollipops and other treats to suck on! Sucking is sweet! Sucking is fun! Sucking makes you happy!"

"Bar- mmph!" she distantly heard her father shout before the sound of ripping duct tape and muffled grunting.

The Joker's voice echoed in her head in time with the images, lips and mouth just pulsating with pure pleasure, like nothing she'd never known before. She didn't even try to fight as she felt his hands unbutton her blouse.

She just sucked. She was a good girl. Sucking made her happy.

The images in the shades flashed over and over.

Redheaded girls with a mouthful of cock. Eyes lustful and adoring as they sucked. Girls like her.

Barbara was a good girl.

Sucking made her happy.

She was a good girl who was happy to suck, so happy!

Her Father may have cried out but only the pleasure mattered. Her whole world was now just sucking and how good it felt to be a good girl. She wriggled like a happy little puppy as Joker took off the rest of her clothes.

"Well, I'd invite your daughter to your big show tonight but I think she's now got other plans for the evening! Don't worry, I'll leave two of my men here to make sure she gets well taken care of and I'll take PLENTY of pictures to document our happy memories together!"

The rest of the evening passed in a dreamy blur of pure pleasure. After the glasses came off, the two henchmen unzipped their pants and presented their cocks to her. She didn't even hesitate, just started sucking them off, over and over. At one point they both entered her mouth and she felt herself cream from a powerful orgasm - although it wasn't her first of the night.

Eventually, she heard The Joker's voice again, bored and faintly disgusted.

"Well, I'll say that's more than enough of that! Sorry to say, we have other things to do tonight boys, so let's let our naughty librarian get some shuteye!"

He leaned down into her face and whispered something to her and she felt a switch turn in her head. Her lips still tingled with a weird pleasure, feeling absurdly swollen, but her mind returned to her. She recoiled, feeling sick and wanting to vomit, but he sprayed her again and she felt herself pass out.

"Don't worry, little Barbara, it'll be our little secret . . . for now."

Days later, she woke up in a hospital bed, distantly hearing a conversation between Batman and someone else, her doctor perhaps.

"The swelling appears to be permanent, as does the, er, sensitivity and the, um, unusual coloration . . . but she seems to be otherwise healthy - physically, I mean. We'll have no way of knowing what sort of neurological damage she sustained until she wakes up."

She tried to call out to Bruce, only to find making the "B" sound alone was enough to make her strangely swollen lips tingle pleasantly. Angry, she ignored the feeling and persevered, although she felt herself unable to full close her mouth.

"Br- Batman!" she called out hoarsely.

The door opened and both Batman and a doctor came inside.

"Ms. Gordon, hello, I'm Dr. Tompkins. Don't try to talk, you've been poisoned. There's been significantly swelling of your lips. Nod if you understand me."

She nodded and let her run simple tests, which she aced, answering all the basic neurological quizzes easily with a pad and paper . . . until she wrote one word on the paper.

"MIRROR"

Dr. Tompkins blanched.

"Barbara, I don't think-"

She tapped the paper again, angrily.

Batman reached into his belt and took out a small compact, against the doctor's objections, but hesitated.

"Barbara, I- I'm so sorry." he said softly before handing it to her.

With shaking hands, she lifted the mirror to look at herself.

Beestung. DSL. CSL. Collagen implants gone haywire.

The sheer size of her new lips would have been humiliating enough - they were the size of a blow-up doll's with a fixed, vacuous pout that left her facial expression a permanent "O" of surprise - but then there was the color.

They were a garish green, like she'd slathered on neon lime lipstick all over her mouth.

Barbara cried out in disgust and tossed the mirror aside, trying not to cry.

"We- you can always cover the color with lipstick." Dr. Tompkins said kindly, as she dug in her purse to take out a tube of lipstick. "I got this, it's black, it should cover even- even that. And we can also explore plastic surgery, once we have a better understanding of what happened."

She offered Barbara the lipstick and she practically snatched it out of her hand before getting out of bed and making her way to the bathroom. Dr. Tompkins followed her inside.

Barbara looked at her reflection grimly. There was no way in Hell she'd let herself be reduced to this- this sick joke!

"Please, be careful, there's-"

With a fierce determination, she ignored the doctor and uncapped the black lipstick and applied it forcefully to her face . . . only for her pussy to twitch with arousal and knees go weak with pure pleasure.

"Nggh!" she moaned softly, the black lipstick streaking up one cheek as it slid off her brand new pleasure pillows.

"Sensitivity of some kind." Tompkins finished lamely. "As you, ah, gathered. Does it- does it hurt?"

Barbara shook her head no, blushing with shame and rage.

"Nuh- no." she said, forming the words slowly, trying to ignore the pleasant little tingles from her mouth as she spoke. "No, it feelth-"

She fought against her new lisp, trembling.

"FEELS . . . good. TOO good."

"Maybe you should lie down-"

She turned to glare the doctor down, green eyes glittering with rage.

"NO! No. I'm going to do thith. THIS. That BASTARD doesn't get to WIN!"

In the end, it took her nearly twenty minutes and she was a mewling, gasping mess by the end of it, panties soaked through and ridiculously close to an orgasm . . . simply from applying a coat of heavy black lipstick. But she did it.

She remembered feeling so proud at that point, thinking that it was the first step to a victory. Towards recovery.

Being stupid enough to think that was all there was to it.

Months later, everyone in her civilian life believed her when Barbara Gordon had simply a terrible reaction to something she was deathly allergic to resulting in the strange swelling that would never, ever go down. They believed her when she told them that the black lipstick was a fashion choice and supported her, no matter how odd it seemed. She even worked hard enough to manage to stop lisping and keep her ridiculous new lips closed shut whenever she concentrated. She'd even added a mask that covered her mouth as Batgirl, bravely ignoring the arousing sensations of fabric against her mouth as she practiced getting back to fighting shape, all to make sure nobody put two and two together. Batman and Nightwing said she wasn't ready but she didn't believe them.

She should have.

She was closing down the library for the night and she was alone and about to lock the doors when someone came in who didn't look like a typical library patron. He was dressed in a leather jacket, black t-shirt and jeans and looked like a biker, some typical street thug that she'd probably kicked the ass of as Batgirl. The beefy thug sauntered over to her with an obvious leer on his face and set down a big backpack. She cautiously kept the checkout desk between him and her.

"We're about to close." she said with a sigh, tensing up slightly in case she had to defend herself. "Can I help you find anything?"

"Nah, I just had a question." he said with a smirk.

"OK, sure, what's your question?" she said warily.

"You wanna sucker?"

Suddenly, a switch flipped in her head. All of her tension vanished, along with any negative thoughts. Barbara Gordon was a good girl who loved to suck!

"I love thuckerth!" she giggled brainlessly, her mind all fizzy and happy as she started to drool in anticipation, nipples up and hard and pussy moistening. "Do you have thomething for me to thuck, I mean, uh, SUCK?"

"I sure do, baby." the thug leered, unzipping his pants and whipping out his cock.

Barbara giggled in delight and she leaped over the desk, surprising him.

"Whoa! You're really excited to suck cock, ain't ya?"

"Yep! I LOVE SUCKING COCK!" she screamed excitedly as she sank to her knees in front of him. "Can I SUCK it NOW? PLEATH?"

The thug laughed and she laughed along with him as he took out his phone, his cock twitching eagerly.

"Sure, baby, sure. Get to it! Oh, you don't mind if I take some pictures right? The Joker said you were into it."

Barbara Gordon just shrugged, giggled and reached out to his cock and started to suck it happily. Her pleasure pillows immediately hummed with delight and she moaned around his dick, starting to suck eagerly. This what was her mouth was made for! Her good girl mouth was made for sucking!

"Oh, FUCK! Jesus! You're one cocksucking pro, aren't you bitch? Ungh!"

She moaned her assent across the length of him, feeling so wonderful! All those dumb sad feelings were gone and she could finally be a happy good girl!

"Fucking police commissioner's daughter sucking my cock! Fuck! Fuck, that's GOOD!"

She felt a mini orgasm surprise her as he used one of her favorite words to describe her, making her body tremble.

"That's good? You like that? I'm your good girl?" she said, briefly stopping the sucking to ask questions with a breathy eagerness, licking his length between each word.

"Yeah! Fuck yeah! You're a good girl! Shit!"

Barbara didn't need to hear another word, she just went back into a sucking frenzy, leaving the thug moaning and gasping in delight. He reached out to the nearby checkout desk to steady himself.

"Goddamn, you just love sucking cock, don't you Barbara Gordon! Fuck!"

She lost track of the number of times she came from the sensations of her mouth around his cock, but none of them were as intense as when he finally came down her throat, grabbing her hair roughly as he did so.

"Fuck! FUCK! FUUUUCK!" he shouted, pulling out at the last second to cover her face and cleavage slightly with a few last ropes of cum. She let out an orgasmic squeal of delight herself as he did so, clearly orgasming for the camera with all of her black lipstick smeared around his cock and on the base of his jeans, big neon green lips now clearly visible . . . albeit specked with pearly white cum.

"Aaah! Aaaah! AAAH! I LOVE SUCKING COCK! Ooooh . . ." she squealed before collapsing into a puddle of pure pleasure on the library floor, giggling and licking her lips over and over.

"Hell yeah, you do! Ungh! Jesus!" the nameless thug replied, panting as he slumped against the desk.

A few minutes passed before either of them spoke again but Barbara broke the silence with a breathy question, green eyes wide and hungry for more.

"Do you have another sucker for me?"

The man smiled at her and reached down to grab the backpack he'd set down, unzipping it and reaching in for some items.

"Yeah, but not dressed like that. Here, put these on first."

He tossed clothes at her, cheap, slutty items, but she didn't even blink - just started stripping and changing. Good girls did what they were told or they didn't get lollipops!

"Damn, honey, you got a hot little body under those frumpy clothes! Mmm, yeah, get dressed, I wanna show you off!"

She was used to quick changes from being Batgirl so she was out of her old clothes and into the new ones in less than a minute.

A neon green bikini top one size too small was all that covered her perky C-cups, nipples obviously up and hard through the thin cloth material, boobs fighting to escape and likely to pop out if she moved too quickly or just took too deep a breath. A pleated purple miniskirt that hugged her hips and barely came to the bottom of her ass was all that covered her beneath the waist . . . except for a pair of thigh high vinyl green boots with six-inch heels, exactly the same shade as her bikini top. Without any underwear, a strong breeze would show off her soaking wet red pussy to anyone around. She looked every inch like a trashy hooker who just loved The Joker. Her old self would have been horrified but, as she zipped up the skintight boots up her long, shapely legs, she just giggled.

"I was a good girl and put on my new clothes! Can I get a sucker now?" she asked again sweetly as she finished getting "dressed."

The thug laughed and she laughed along with him because everything was funny and sexy now!

"Baby, I'll take you to a whole BAR full of guys who just can't WAIT to let you get a sucker! Follow me."

She did just that, leaving her old clothes, phone and communicator in a messy heap on the library floor with a huge dumb smile on her face.

Barbara Gordon had perfect recall of the night that followed as she got passed around like a party favor around The Stacked Deck. She sucked off man after man, orgasming in delight every time they finished in her mouth or on her face and tits.

At one point, her firm, barely clad ass and gushingly wet pussy finally proved too much of a temptation and she finally got spitroasted by two thugs in the disgusting Men's Room - two of Two-Face's Two-Ton gang, naturally - cumming wildly as the strange men plowed into each of her pleasure holes. At some point her bikini top had gotten tossed off and so she was just covered in the tiny pleated skirt and hooker heels - along with what felt like gallons of jizz and sweat - when the two huge men finished in her and pulled out with audible pops . . . then switched places and did it again, because naturally, they had to do it twice. She came more than she ever had before in her life as the total strangers pounded her from both ends roughly.

"Fuck! Jesus. What a fucking slut!" they groaned in approval before leaving her writhing on the restroom floor with a blissful grin on her cum spattered face. Too weak to stand up, she just slid a finger down her chest to collect a slick rope of cum from between her tits and sucked it off her finger, shuddering delightedly. Her stomach felt full and bloated from all the yummy cum she'd guzzled.

Eventually, she got up and walked out bow-leggedly back to the bar with her huge green lips puckered in a smile, exhausted but knowing that good girls never stopped sucking. She cupped her tits and whined weakly.

"Can I suck more cock? Pleeeaaaase? I'm a good girl! I'll suck you REAL good, I promise!"

The men cheered and laughed but most of them were worn out and nobody wanted the other's sloppy twenty-something-seconds.

The thug who brought her to the bar walked back up to her and snorted in disgust.

"It's bedtime for Barbara." he whispered in her ear and she felt herself go to sleep, still tingling with bliss.

The next morning Barbara woke up feeling sore in places and ways she'd never imagined, as well as disgustingly sticky all over. She was nearly naked, still wearing nothing but the pleated skirt and heels. She blinked in shock at her surroundings, lying curled up in a pile of booze behind the bar, and her state of undress, then felt horror as memories of the previous night flooded her mind. She stood up shakily, covering her C-cups awkwardly with one arm, finding she was so sore she could barely walk.

She wanted to vomit or cry but before she could do anything else, a gruff old man she recognized as the bartender from last night looked up from where he was lazily sweeping up broken glass and sighed as he looked at her.

"What'd they tell me to say again? Oh, yeah- hey, honey, you want a sucker?" he asked in rough, smoker's rasp.

Her mind immediately went blank and blissful again, all of her soreness now feeling wonderfully rewarding, lips, nips and pussy tingling with excitement.

"I'd love a sucker! Can I suck you?" she chirped eagerly, dropping her arm to present her titties to the nice man who had a sucker for her.

The old man just snorted.

"Nah, not right now. Go into the ladies room and clean yourself up a little, you look like shit. Oh, then go wait in my office - it's the door behind the bar and to the left. If you're a good girl, I'll send some guys in later you can suck off."

Barbara Gordon nodded and giggled cheerfully before skipping off to complete her assigned tasks. Good girls did what they were told!

Robin and Batman almost found in her time. Almost . . . but someone made sure that Gotham P.D. found her first.

In the middle of the day, Barbara Gordon was arrested for prostitution by some dirty cops who hated James Gordon, as they paid off the owner of the bar and led her outside . . . but only after they'd each taken advantage of her offer of an eager blowjob in an alley behind The Stacked Deck. They let her stuff herself back into her tiny green string bikini top but left her obviously coated in jism, red hair matted and clumped with fluids, as they led her into the back of a squad car and took her downtown. In her mug shot, she looked like the very definition of a cheap whore - grinning from ear to ear because that's what they told her to do and good girls did what they were told.

The two cops also told her to plead guilty and so she did, happily waiving her right to a lawyer, then made matters worse by offering to suck off every man she saw - not even to let her out, just because she was a good girl and good girls sucked cock. Even the hookers she shared a cell with thought she was crazy and gave her a wide berth as she dug herself in deeper and deeper. When they told the crazy redhead bitch to keep away from them, she didn't take it personally because good girls did what they were told. She just sat in the corner licking her lips and getting herself off.

Jim Gordon's enemies were plentiful and they kept her paperwork buried just long enough for her to have already spent an entire night in lockup before Lt. Renee Montoya got word of what happened and came in to see her, radiating fury at all the cops who frowned around her as they led her to her cell.

"You sons of bitches are fucking FIRED, you hear me? The commissioner's daughter better be-"

She stopped short, stunned at the sight in front of her.

"Barbara? Jesus Christ, what- what HAPPENED to you?" she asked, horrified as she drank in the image of Barbara Gordon behind bars dressed like a cheap whore.

Barbara smiled happily and responded with a giggle.

"I met a nice guy who let me suck his cock! Then he took me somewhere else where I got to suck a lot more cock! Like LOTS and LOTS! It was SUPER fun! But then they took me here and nobody is letting me suck their yummy cocks! It's OK, though, because I'm a good girl and I do what I'm told!"

Renee's face fell, clearly at a loss for words.

"Barbara . . ."

She just giggled again, brain full of nothing but horniness and happiness.

"Hey, you like girls, right? Did you want me to suck on your titties? I love to suck!"

Renee covered her mouth in horror and she made a call.

In less than an hour, Barbara Gordon was back in a hospital, but now chained to a bed. Distantly, she heard people talking about her, using big words like "neurological damage," "brainwashing" and "reprogramming" but didn't care. She just got herself off over and over by licking, sucking and biting on her yummy, wonderful lips.

Eventually, the window opened and Dick Grayson swooped in, looking heartbroken.

"Hi, Dick! Can I suck you?" she chirped happily.

"It- It's bedtime for Barbara." was all he said in response, a tear leaking from his mask . . . and she came back to herself. She felt herself falling asleep but her horror was too great, so instead she took in a deep breath . . .

And started to scream.

"Fuck! Jesus- FUCK!" Barbara Gordon sobbed back in the present as the new memories finally started stopped flooding her mind. Her life as Barbara Gordon now completely ruined as everyone thought she was either a lying whore or mentally ill. Forever labelled and tainted as the Joker's personal fucktoy, even if he'd never once touched her like that. Her father utterly humiliated as the news broke the story of the police commissioner's daughter happily confessing to being a streetwalker and then her alibi being having been brainwashed by The Joker into a shameless slut. Having to wear a disguise everywhere and change her name to avoid anyone in Gotham tracking her down and turning her into their personal plaything with just a simple question. Now living only for vengeance as Batgirl since nothing the world's best doctors or magicians could do seemed to fix the brainwashing or her lips.

It was a nightmare.

Inara smiled at her sweetly.

"What? Did I not give you exactly what you wanted? Absolutely nobody thinks Barbara Gordon is doing this of her own free will anymore! You're welcome!"

Barbara launched herself at the ifrit, screaming wordlessly as she tried to tear her to pieces.

Inara just sighed and teleported out of the way, rolling her eyes.

"I will KILL you for this!" Barbara hissed at her as she whirled around, tears of rage in her eyes, ready to try again to tear out Inara's throat with her bare hands

"OK, OK, I get it! Not a fan of this option." Inara said with a shrug. "But there's always door number three . . ."

Barbara froze in place. She **** herself to breathe slowly, making herself calm down, even as the little puffs of air made her mouth tingle.

"What - and I specifically ask this WITHOUT giving you permission to just apply it - is option three?" she spat out, each syllable a bullet of pure hatred.

Inara smiled sweetly.

"I'm so glad you asked! Well . . ."