Barbara takes a gamble with option #3

"The third option, the poison. Let's go with that." Barbara said with a heavy sigh, hoping that she wasn't making a terrible decision. "It's not like you wouldn't still have me 'poisoned' in the other two alternate realities, after all, given how you've already created the cover story for the first penalty using Ivy as an excuse."

Inara pouted unhappily.

"Damn! I was hoping you wouldn't catch that. OK, Barbie, option number three it is. One woman's poison is an ifrit's treasure, after all."

She snapped her fingers and Barbara found herself alone again, now almost completely in her costume save for her cowl, hearing voices from outside in the Batcave that she recognized as belonging to Alfred and Dr. Mid-Nite, the JSA's resident blind superheroic physician.

"The swelling seems permanent, as do the neurological changes that I believe have rewired them to become new erogenous zones, but at least we now know that sedating her while the toxin is surging in her system will result in these sorts of changes."

"Good lord! You're saying Miss Gordon must give in to whatever twisted desires the toxin manifests in her mind or face further disfigurement?"

With a grimace, she slid on her cowl and wandered out of the bathroom back into the Batcave.

"Oh! Batgirl! What did you hear?" Dr. Mid-Nite said, looking concerned.

She sighed and then hissed in annoyance as she felt tiny tingles of pleasure from the sensation of her hot breath slipping past her new, swollen lips.

"Enough. Thanks for coming to treat me on such short notice. Any ideas on how to keep this . . . 'toxin' dormant while Nightwing looks for a cure?"

Dr. Mid-Nite stroked his chin before continuing in a slightly embarrassed tone.

"Well, the full analysis is still incomplete, but keeping calm is likely key. Adrenaline is a likely trigger. Also, given the, ah, sexual nature of the toxin, I'd advise avoiding anything or anyone that you might find, er, arousing for the time being."

Barbara closed her eyes and pinched her nose before nodding. It seemed like Inara was at least keeping a portion of her bargain.

"I can manage that. Thank you for coming on such short notice."

He put a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Not at all an issue. I'm just disappointed that I couldn't arrive in time to let them know about the negative impact of sedating you during the, ah, hormonal surges. How bad is the sensitivity in your lips? I could get a topical numbing agent for you if you need it."

She touched a gloved finger to her lips experimentally and felt a pleasurable, tender rush of sensation, as if she'd gently brushed one of her nipples. She hissed softly.

"I appreciate that but it's probably something I'll need to get used to going forward. I can't get desensitized to this if I just keep using topical cream."

"I understand." the superheroic physician said with a short nod, adjusting his goggles slightly. While blind in daylight or sunlight, he had the ability to see perfectly in darkness. This combined with both his medical training and combat training that was came close to that of any of the Bat family made him a formidable ally. "You've been out cold for several hours, is there anyone in your civilian life you need to call?"

Barbara realized she'd promised to text her roommate Alyssa to make sure she knew she was OK and reached into her uniform's belt to retrieve her cell from a pocket. She saw several concerned messages from her friend and winced.

"Uh, yeah, sorry - let me just go ahead and text my roommate." She quickly texted Alyssa a fake but plausible message about having a severe allergic reaction and having to stay overnight in the hospital. To sell the lie, she claimed her Dad was with her. Inwardly, she groaned, realizing she'd have to somehow sell that same lie to everyone in Barbara's civilian life as well and that strangers on the street would just assume she got collagen implants or something.

She looked up with a frown.

"Please tell me Nightwing's found Ivy?"

"Well, there appears to be both good news and bad news on that front, I'm afraid. The bad news is that Dr. Isely has broken out her frequent companion in crime, Dr. Quinzel, from Arkham Asylum."

Barbara groaned and rubbed her forehead through her mask.

"The good news is the selfsame, however, given Harley Quinn's lack of subtlety and discretion. Master Dick has stated he is very close to tracking them down due to all the antics they've been getting up to. It seems they've been unleashing a variant on this toxin 69X in a series of "Practical Jokes" on those them deem worthy of targeting."

She winced, realizing too late that if Ivy had a variation of the "poison" that crippled her, it could just as easily be used and weaponized on anyone they wanted.

"Oh, no! How bad is it?"

Alfred grimaced slightly as he delivered the news with obvious distaste.

"Well, Detective Renee Montoya was among the first police officers who tried to stop their current rein of terror. After taking a rather demeaning video of her begging to have sex with Miss Quinn, Ivy knocked her out cold, triggering the toxin's side effects. She's stable at Gotham General at the moment but she now has a rather, ah, more sizeable and sensitive bust. They also absconded with the male police officers who were said to be showing signs of, well - I suppose the medical term would be "priapism" perhaps?"

"Perhaps even elephantitis," Dr. Mid-Nite concurred. "We haven't been able to capture or test any men affected by this toxin yet, so it may manifest itself differently between the sexes, even if uncontrollable arousal seems to be a constant."

Barbara moaned softly and pounded a nearby table with a closed fist.

"This is all my fault!" she grumbled. "If only I'd been smarter about all this-"

Alfred put a calming hand on her shoulder.

"You mustn't blame yourself! Your running into this toxin before it was fully prepared for launch at least gave us a sliver of forewarning and hours of medical research! I'm sure you were always as careful as possible, such incidents happen to even the best of us. Masters Bruce and Tim should be back soon from the Middle East once they've dealt with the situation involving the Al Ghul family and send their regards."

Batgirl frowned but nodded. Things were now trickier than she'd thought they'd be but she was still smart and capable, still Batgirl, not B. J. Gordon or some fetishized brainwashed pawn. She could and would outsmart the damn ifrit at her own game.

"With a bunch of cops at the ready, Nightwing shouldn't try to take her and Quinn out by himself. I've already been exposed, so it makes sense for me to at least run interference and surveillance until we can get a bigger team ready to strike."

The two men shared a glance and frowned. Dr. Mid-Nite spoke first.

"I know you want to help but that seems unwise, Batgirl. This toxin could surge in your system at any time, leaving you unable to control yourself and occupied by some totally random sexual obsession. Don't worry, we've already put in a call to some of your other allies. Nightwing isn't going this alone, Black Canary and Huntress will be joining him to make sure it's three against two, not including the brainwashed police officers."

Although Barbara knew the "unpredictable sexual surges" were just the ifrit tormenting her for trying to tell someone the truth, she couldn't argue with their supposed logic. She just hoped that this wasn't leading three of the people she cared most about into a trap. She raised an eyebrow as something occurred to her.

"Has- has Detective Montoya had any of these, uh, surges?" she asked nervously.

Dr. Mid-Nite blushed a bit, which she'd never seen him do.

"Ah, yes, unfortunately. She was absolutely furious afterwards, given the nature of the, er, surge and her being a proud lesbian but my first oath is to do no harm so I- well, I'm not proud of what I had to do to keep her satisfied but it was enough to satisfy the toxin's surge, even if it deeply upset her once she regained her right mind."

She grimaced.

"Do I even want to know?"

"It was, ah, not full penetrative intercourse, at least. I think that's all I feel comfortable sharing given doctor/patient confidentiality." he added again with another blush.

Barbara winced again. Thanks to her foolishness, Detective Montoya was now a huge-boobed slut. She noticed a concerned text flash from her Dad warning her about Ivy and Harley being on the loose with some new "sex pollen" - she winced and wondered how to break it to him that she was already a victim. At that moment, her phone started ringing.

"Um. I've got to take this, it's my Dad." she said, walking away to a distant corner of the Batcave near the Batsub.

"Barbara! Thank God, are you all right?" her Dad answered breathlessly.

"I- I'm fine Dad. Well, mostly." she lied.

"Mostly? What does that mean?"

"I, uh, got hit with a weaker version of that sex pollen stuff but it's okay, my friend Dick got me to the hospital and I just look like a bee stung my lips is all."

"Barbara, why didn't you call me? What hospital are you at, tell me and I'll come right now!"

She groaned and tried to think up a good enough series of lies to keep him away.

"It's- I'm at a private hospital overseas. Dick surprised me with a trip to the Carribean, we were on the Wayne's private jet and I think I took a hit meant for Bruce Wayne. It's fine, I've got the best doctors money could buy treating me and we're sharing all our info with Gotham Central Hospital to help Renee. I'm in control and they're keeping a very close watch on me. How's Renee?"

She heard him let out a low sigh of frustration and anger. He rarely yelled or raised his voice but she could tell he was extremely upset.

"Stabilized, mostly, even if she now looks like Power Girl's big sister. That superhero doctor, the blind one, he came around to treat her and says he's working on a cure. I wish Batman was in town! He hasn't answered the damn signal, just that sidekick of his, Nightwing. I hope he'll be enough to catch Ivy before she ruins the lives of more people I care about - are you SURE you're OK, Barbara?"

"I'm fine, Dad, I promise! Dick and all the best doctors at-"

She did a quick internet search for Caribbean medical facilities.

"St. Bart's General are keeping a watch on me 24/7, I promise."

"Hmmph." she could hear tons of suspicion and worry packed into the simple syllable. "I thought you told me that you and that Dick fellow broke up, something about him cheating on you?"

She grit her teeth and **** herself to really sell the most embarrassing lie thus far, mostly because it contained some truths she never, ever wanted to discuss with her father.

"It's- it's complicated, Dad, OK? He's not a bad guy, I promise. He took me on vacation to try and win me back and, well, let's just say he kept me from getting worse because of this toxin. I REALLY don't want to get into it, please don't make me?"

Her Dad made an uncomfortable noise between a cough and a ****.

"Er, well, right! That's- that's fine. Just, please Barbara, keep me updated about your condition! I'll send word as soon as we have a cure."

"Thanks, Dad. I love you. I gotta go, the nurses are here. Good luck to you and Nightwing."

"I love you too, honey. Don't forget, keep me updated and stay safe!"

"I will, Daddy. Goodbye."

She hung up the phone and sighed before sliding it back into her utility belt.

"Ugh!" she heard Inara say behind her. "That's the least sexy time I've ever heard a girl with lips like yours call a man Daddy. Really ruins the vibe when it's you talking to your actual Father."

She whirled around and scowled at the ifrit, briefly glancing away to see Alfred and Dr. Mid-Nite talking further, each assuming she was still on the phone with her father.

"You stay the hell away from my Father!" she hissed. "Bad enough you've poisoned Detective Montoya and a bunch of other innocent cops besides, you're not touching one goddamn hair on his head, got it? I promised I'd make a damn wish tonight, so leave me the fuck alone!"

"Ooh, good little Barbara Gordon said a SWEAR!" Inara said with an expression of mock horror. "I really made you mad when I fucked up Renee Montoya, huh?"

"You're damn right you made me mad! I'm furious! This is between you and me, not Renee M- muh . . . uhhh . . ."

She felt her head start to swim and then felt her pussy throb and nipples harden, swollen lips tingling as well.

"Looks like SOMEBODY didn't listen to her Doctor's advice! Getting angry can trigger the hormonal surges with unpredictable sexual obsessions, remember?"

"Noooo . . . I didn't . . . try to tell . . ." she moaned softly, trying to fight the rush of hormones, hissing at Inara under her breath.

"Oh, you dumb little butt slut! You choose the "I'm just a good girl who got poisoned option," remember? I'm just taking advantage of the rules you set up! Now that you got good and mad, Batgirl gets good and horny!"

Barbara grit her teeth and tried to fight it. She couldn't allow Inara to win, she wouldn't allow herself to be humiliated yet again! She had to fight, just not for herself but for everyone else, like poor Renee Montoya, the other cops, her loved ones in danger . . . like Dick. Fuck, she wished Dick was here! No! She shook her head violently, whipping her red hair around.

"Not . . . not gonna . . . fuck Dick again!" she hissed, grabbing onto the edge of the Batsub for support as her body started throbbing with incessant, needy lust. "Can't . . . make me!"

"Oh, him? I think he's still pretty worn out from last night and a bit busy to boot, the poor thing!" Inara said with a rueful chuckle. "Besides, I promised your next little lustful urges would be 100% oral for the next 72 hours and I do keep my word. Aren't you feeling just terrible about Renee Montoya? Don't you think you should . . . make things up to her?"

Distantly, alarm bells went off in Barbara's head but were quickly subsumed by thoughts of Renee Montoya. Hot sexy lesbian Renee Montoya who now had stupid huge boobs because of her. She caught her checking out her ass once as Barbara, so she KNEW she wanted to fuck her. She probably wanted to fuck Batgirl too, maybe tie her up first. She bet having Batgirl eat her pussy would make her feel better - SO much better. Fuck, that would be hot! She'd never fucked another girl before but she couldn't stop thinking about how hot it would be to press her new lips against Montoya's sexy Latina pussy. How RIGHT. Unconsciously, she licked her new lips and moaned loudly at the sensation, grabbing Alfred and Mid-Nite's attention.

"Miss Barbara! Are you . . . unwell again?"

"Stand back, I'll handle this. Barbara, stay where you are-"

It was too little, too late. Barbara activated the release clamps for the Batsub and quick leapt into the driver's seat, squirming into place as it fell into a nearby river that led out to the Gotham Reservoir. Distantly, she heard the two men shouting but it didn't matter - nothing mattered except for having sex with Renee Montoya. She had to eat Renee Montoya's pussy, she HAD to!

Inara settled into the seat next to her and laughed as Barbara feverishly plotted a course to the docks closest to Gotham Central Hospital.

"Well, now! THIS should be fun!" Inara giggled as the sub took off.