Batgirl notices something strange

Barbara Gordon let out a sigh as she entered the Clocktower. She donned her black and yellow Batgirl costume which hugged her well-endowed form like a second skin. She glanced down at her body.

My breasts look a little big in this outfit.

She crossed her arms underneath her breasts, pushing her big boobs upward. The tight material of her costume adjusted to her movements almost seamlessly.

She chuckled and shook her head. She began the process of removing her costume. The mask came off first, revealing a beautiful pale-skinned, blue-eyed redhead. She knew that men found her attractive, but she’d never been one to really flaunt her looks to take advantage of their effect on men. Helena had accused her of wasting away her prime years fighting crime while Dinah defended her. Then Helena had pointed out how hypocritical she thought Dinah was being considering the outfit she wore while crimefighting.

Her top came off next, exposing bare, smooth skin which was only marred by the occasional scar. Next came her utility belt and finally her leggings.

Holding her costume in hand, she made her way over to her locker, clad in a her blue sports bra along with a pair of dark blue panties. Her bubble butt swayed and jiggled as she walked. She spent the next few minutes changing into civilian outfit that consisted of a pair of dark navy jeans and tight green sweater.

She closed her locker and turned her gaze to the main room of the facility she’d been spending so much time at as of late.

The Clocktower shared the dark, dreary façade of the Batcave Bruce Wayne was so fond of, but there were stark differences. The Cave was underground, hidden from society and entrenched far below even monsters like Killer Croc would dare venture. The Clocktower stood above Gotham, constantly watching and vigilant. It was day, so plenty of natural light was able to enter the main area, illuminating computers, seats, desks, and equipment with warm amber light.

Her eyes fell on the new punching bag. It hung from the ceiling by chain. She approached it. She slid her hand along the surface of the bag. The material felt smooth and new. Strangely, she couldn’t find any telltale signs of use, even though she’d clearly heard fleshy impacts on the other end of her call with Helena a few days ago when she’d mentioned buying it.

“Hm.”

She turned and made her way over to her computer. She brought up the security camera footage and tried to find recordings of the exact timestamp the call.

“‘No footage found’?” Barbara frowned. Her blue eyes narrowed slightly as she widened her search window.

Everything from the past week is just gone. The cameras haven’t been recording new footage, but they seem to be working just fine. There, all it took was a simple activation to get them operating again. Someone had to have switched them off.

Barbara thought back to when she’d called Helena. She had a very good memory and was capable of memorizing virtually anything she heard, no matter how briefly. Those sounds that she’d heard; the quiet moans and grunts in the background that accompanied it hadn’t sounded like fists pounding against a punching bag.

An image of Dinah and Helena mashing their lips together only to be interrupted by her phone call sprang into her mind.

She shook her head.

No. Dinah would never cheat on Oliver.

It would certainly have explained the missing footage, but such would be wildly out of character from the steadfastly good and loyal woman she knew. Helena might have done it, but never Dinah.

Barbara took out her cellphone dialed Dinah’s number.

“Good morning, Barbara. Did everything go alright?” the woman asked. Barbara couldn’t help but smile slightly at the naked, almost motherly concern in the woman’s voice. As a girl who’d lost her own mother early in life and had no female role models to look up to, Dinah had quickly filled that void in her life.

“Yeah. Just got back from that thing. Hey Dinah, have you noticed anything strange about the Clocktower’s security systems lately?”

A brief pause on the other line.

“No. I checked the systems a few days ago, but everything seemed normal then. Do you think we’ve had a breach?” Dinah asked in a quiet voice.

Barbara stared at the folder where the missing footage used to be. She maneuvered into the backup drive, but the files were gone from there as well.

“I’m not sure at this point, but all the footage from our security cameras over the past week seems to have been deleted. The cameras were also no longer recording any new footage until I reactivated them.”

“Hm,” Barbara pictured Dinah raising her fist to her chin in a thinking pose. “Do you need any help? You can’t be one hundred percent after staking out that Cadmus building for the past couple of days.”

Barbara sighed. Her efforts at finding out the true motives behind the illusive organization’s presence in Gotham hadn’t yielded any concrete results. They were frustratingly secretive and paranoid about their data, even by her standards.

“No. No, it’s okay. I’m fine, Dinah, really. You should spend some quality time with Oliver. I heard he made it back to Gotham yesterday.”

Dinah laughed.

“Yes, I know. He and I… let’s just say we had an incredible reunion last night, and thankfully I did the cooking this time,” the blonde said, and Barbara could only imagine the blonde’s face lighting up with a happy grin.

Barbara smiled sadly.

At least one of us gets to see her boyfriend. How long has it been since Dick and I went out?

Thinking about her boyfriend only seemed to hammer home the reality that she hadn’t had sex or even kissed a man in months. Barbara may not have been an overly libidinous creature by nature, but even she had to admit that she missed falling to bed with Dick after a late night patrolling and waking up comfortably in his strong arms the next morning. He was surprisingly tender, and loved to kiss her all over her body before they made love.

Her thick runner’s thighs rubbed together unconsciously.

She bit her lip.

“That’s good. Anyway, I need to get back to it. Talk to you later.”

“Okay. Call me if you need anything,” Dinah replied warmly.

“I will,” she ended the call.

Barbara grabbed the mouse and opened a program that would help her restore any recently deleted files. The executable ran and brought up a list of everything that had been scrubbed from the system over the past month. Aside from a few temporary files, she found nothing.

Undeterred, she checked the login history. True to Dinah’s word, it showed that her username had been the last one used to access the Clocktower’s network.

Nothing unusual about her activity, either.

The redhead stared at her phone for a long moment. She wondered if she should call Bruce.

He’s probably busy, but I might need the Batcave's computer to trace whoever did this.

Bruce’s number glared up at her from her phone. Even now, she could feel him judging her for having the audacity to strike out on her own. She shook her head. No, she wasn’t going to call Bruce. If she did then she might as well admit that she couldn’t manage things without his guidance. She was beginning to understand why Dick had left Gotham altogether. Their mutual mentor casted a long shadow which seemed to encompass the entire city at times.

Hm. I could always call Dick. We haven’t spoken in a week so this is as good an excuse as any.

Her lips twitched upward as her fingers found his number and pressed the dial key.

Richard Grayson picked up on the third ring.

“Babs,” her boyfriend’s voice carried a hint of surprise. “Uh. How are you?”

Barbara rolled her eyes. Trust Dick Grayson to not have any tender words for his girlfriend after a long period of separation.

“Been better. You?”

A sigh on the other line.

“Same, actually. I miss you.”

Barbara quirked an eyebrow. Well, there was a pleasant surprise.

“Me too,” she said. She shifted slightly in her seat, her breasts jiggling with the movement. “Listen, I’ve got this thing. Work related. Can we talk?”

A pause.

“We’re good. What's the situation?” Dick’s tone was suddenly severe and business-like. She doubted he would appreciate it if she remarked on how similar his voice was to Bruce’s.

Barbara continued, “I’ve been reviewing the security camera recordings at the Clocktower. We’re missing over a week of footage starting last Tuesday.”

“Not a software error?” Dick said.

“I thought it might have been a bug at first, then I discovered that the cameras had been deactivated deliberately. I can only assume that the same is true for the security footage because I wasn’t able to find any trace of it on the drives. Even the backup was wiped. If there was some error and the footage ended up being deleted, I should have been able to do a system restore to recover the data. It had to have been deliberately deleted and scrubbed from the drives. What concerns me is I don't know why the past week of footage was deleted or who might have had access to it.”

“You mean, besides you, Helena, and Dinah. How are they, by the way?”

Barbara hummed.

“Well, Dinah’s with her fiancé and Helena… hold on a sec, I’m going to try her with the landline,” she put her phone and hands-free and picked up a nearby landline phone. She dialed the Huntress’ number. The call went straight to voicemail.

“Hey bitch, it’s Helena. You know what to do,” a feminine voice said. Barbara hung up.

She frowned. Despite her rather unorthodox methods and personality, it was rare that Helena failed to answer a call from someone on her team. A hint of worry pulsed through her body.

“She’s not answering,” Barbara replied unnecessarily. “Hold on a little longer. I’m going to call Dinah again.”

Dinah picked up on the second ring.

“Well, that was fast. Any new developments?” the blonde asked.

“Yeah, there’s-”

“Babe. Who you talking to?” A man’s voice asked from somewhere in the distance. It was hard for her to discern the speaker, but Barbara was pretty sure she could guess who it was.

“Hey honey!” Dinah’s voice seemed so upbeat. Happy. It was so unlike her to be so most of the time. “Barbara Gordon called. We’re talking about something important. Can you give me a minute or so? I’ll explain everything then. Oh. Stop it, you… Ah. Oh god. Mmmmm.”

Barbara blinked, and she was pretty sure Dick did the same on the other end her cell phone.

There a long pause, and the sound of footsteps.

“Oh god. Please tell me you didn’t hear any of that,” Dinah said finally.

“Hear what? You kind of faded out for a few seconds there,” Barbara smirked.

The blonde chuckled.

“You’re a good friend, Barbara. So, what did you need?” Dinah asked genially, though the tone of her voice made it clear she’d rather be entertaining her man.

Barbara shook her head. She felt like an intruder, interrupting Dinah’s private life over something that was outside of her expertise.

“I was actually wondering if you've been in touch with Helena. I tried to reach her a few minutes ago, but her phone's off.”

Dinah hummed. "She stopped by my place earlier to say hi to Ollie. She had to leave, but she said she'd be back sometime today. I'll have her call you then."

Barbara nodded, slightly reassured.

"That'd be great. Anyway, I've got to handle things here. Have fun with Oliver," she said.

“Are you sure? I feel bad letting you handle this by yourself. And for, you know…”

I doubt you feel as bad as I do for interrupting your time with Oliver. With Dick’s help, I can deal with whoever broke into the Clocktower’s security without you, Dinah.

“It’s no big deal. I promise I’ll let you know if I need your help. Bye,” she hung up before Dinah could respond.

“Wow,” Dick mused. “She seemed pretty happy. She and Oliver must have had one hell of a reunion.”

“That’s putting it lightly,” Barbara said. “So, we were talking about the Clocktower’s missing security footage. What do you make of this whole situation?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that someone got past your security. Either they’re prodigiously talented programmers, have access to computing power at or greater than the Batcave’s, or both. Which makes me wonder why they would target you specifically.”

“That is the question, isn’t it?” Barbara sighed.

“Who exactly have you gone after recently who could have done this?” Dick asked.

Barbara thought back on her recent busts and fights with the various criminals in Gotham City.

“I did just get back from a stakeout of a building that was recently purchased by Cadmus Labs. You think they might have done it?”

Dick snorted.

“Cadmus, huh? Organizations like that make me wish street crime was the only thing we had to deal with. Yeah, they definitely have that capability. Maybe they didn’t like you snooping on them,” Dick teased.

Barbara frowned. She hadn’t noticed any outward signs that Cadmus had been aware of her surveillance, and had been far more careful than normal during the stakeout.

“I guess we can’t discount the possibility that they noticed me digging into their finances and other activities,” she said.

Dick chuckled. “Babs, it’s okay if you get caught every now and again. It happens to all of us, even… even him.”

Barbara nodded, silently chastising herself for her hubris. If she'd been more open to the possibility of Cadmus inflitrating the Clocktower, she would have been even more cautious during her stakeout.

“So Cadmus might have access to the Clocktower’s security footage. They would have seen the three of us switch out of our costumes. Assuming they have access to decent facial recognition software, they could be aware of our civilian identities by now."

The idea that her secret identity could be in the hands of a powerful organization like Cadmus who could release it at any time was a sobering thought. And that was assuming that Cadmus was responsible for the hack. There was always a chance some other unforeseen element was involved. Someone with a grudge against the Birds of Prey.

I haven’t even told Dad about what I do. How will he react if he finds out about me because some guy told the press? His coworkers? There’s no way they’ll believe him when he says he didn’t know. He’d lose his job at the very least, to say nothing of the various Gotham criminals who might go after him to settle their scores against me.

The thought worried her. Whoever had caused this breach would have to be stopped and soon.

“Dick-”

“I’ll be there in a couple of hours,” he interrupted her.

Barbara couldn’t help the smile that spread across her face.

“Really?” she said.

Dick snorted.

“You were worried I wouldn’t come? Damn, Babs, I know we’ve been having problems lately, but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you. There’s no way I’m letting you go through this on your own.”

A warm feeling suffused her chest.

“I love you, too.”

“See you soon,” Dick replied, and ended the call soon after.

Barbara’s eyes grew sharp despite her general fatigue. Whoever had gotten into the Clocktower’s systems had seemingly completely ignored the encryption she’d written herself. It spoke of a level of expertize or sheer computing power that she lacked, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to do her utmost to find them and bring them to justice.

I sat at the kitchen table in Dinah and Oliver’s apartment. It was large for an apartment, a constant reminder of the wealth Oliver Queen possessed.

Like his apartment, the Green Arrow’s wealth was now mine. But that was nothing compared to the true treasure I’d taken from him.

Dinah Lance hummed merrily as she ended the call between herself and Barbara Gordon. She was dressed in nothing but an apron, and a meal of pancakes and bacon was cooking on the stove. She glanced back at me, her blue eyes lustful as she shook her delicious bubble butt. It was hard to believe that just a week ago, she’d been a prim and proper superheroine. Apart from her borderline scandalous Black Canary costume, of course.

She turned towards me and approached, carrying a plate stacked with pancakes and crispy bacon. It made my mouth water, but it wasn’t nearly as appetizing as the woman holding it. Her big tits barely fit into the apron she wore, and her wide hips jutted out along the sides. She placed the plate in front of me and leaned down, showing off her fantastic breasts.

“There you go, Jason. Breakfast is served. I trust a decent meal will keep you from committing any felonies in the near future…?” the older woman licked her lip, like she wanted me to say no just so she’d have an excuse to crawl under the table and deepthroat my cock while I ate. Fuck, she was so hot.

“It’s a start,” I said. “Now tell me about your little chat with Barbara Gordon.”

Dinah pouted, but obeyed.

“Well, she’s noticed the missing camera footage at the Clocktower. I really hope Shayera’s alien computer scrubbed all of the recordings of me and Helena mentoring you there,” she said. “Barbara is usually pretty open-minded, but she wouldn’t understand the things I have to do for you. She’d do whatever she could to break us apart.”

I reached underneath her apron to grab a handful of her right tit. She moaned.

“Don’t worry, Dinah. I won’t let that happen.”

The gorgeous blonde beamed at me. I wondered when it would be time to break the news of my powers to her. Her other personalities were aware of course, but I’d wanted to corrupt her original one more slowly. As I stared into her loving, unjudging eyes I couldn’t help but feel like the time for full disclosure was drawing near.

Soon, Batgirl would have to be captured and reprogrammed. I’d been a little annoyed that the final member of the Birds of Prey had secreted herself somewhere else in the city to spy on some villainous organization. Shayera had said that Batgirl posed the single greatest threat to my discovery after Batman, and I wasn’t nearly as willing to go after him. Not until I had my hooks in his former ward.

“I know you won’t. You’re so strong and capable. And manly. Far more so than Oliver. I’m happy he isn’t here right now. As much as I enjoy reminding Oliver that I’ve found a better man, I really like it when it’s just the two of us together. It makes me feel less awkward showing my feelings for you.”

I nodded. Most of my things were still back at my college dorm. I’d tasked Oliver and Helena with packing everything up and bringing it all here.

A woman entered the kitchen from the master bedroom.

Shayera Hol was naked as the day she was born. The redheaded alien woman had undergone a massive transformation since we’d met. Gone was the woman who aspired to atone for betraying the human race. In her place had been born a servant fully aware of what I had done to her mind.

“Good morning, Dinah. Hm. Breakfast smells good,” she said.

Dinah grinned cheerfully.

“Thanks boss and good morning to you, too. You sleep well?”

The voluptuous redhead stared at me for a few moments, her vibrant emerald eyes almost reverent. Last night had definitely taken its toll on all of us, none more so Shayera apparently. After Dinah left to go make breakfast, I'd stayed to watch Shayera sleep for a while. She'd looked so soft and peaceful.

“I have never slept better in my life.”

My cock throbbed.

Dinah chuckled.

“Glad to hear it. Why don’t you come sit with us? I made more than enough for everyone.”

Shayera gave her a small smile. “Thank you. I am a little hungry.”

Dinah nodded and walked back to the counter, her ass jiggling. She gathered another plate and began filling it with food.

Shayera walked towards us and sat in the wooden seat next to me, her wings folded up behind the back of the chair.

“Good morning, Master,” she said. Her eyes gave me a considering look before she shook her head and leaned towards me. Her lips met mine for a brief moment before she retreated, a slight blush on her face.

“Morning to you, too,” I reached over to squeeze her thick thigh. I whispered, “So, did you hear Barbara Gordon’s noticed the missing Clocktower recordings? You know what that means.”

Her expression grew serious, and suddenly she looked every bit the Thanagarian soldier that had been tasked with invading Earth. I couldn’t help but feel proud and immensely reassured to have her serving me.

“Yes, Master," she breathed. "I’ll have your subordinates get ready to capture her and make her ready to be brought into your service. With Batgirl under your thrall, Batman will be easy pickings along with the rest of Gotham. Nothing shall stand in your way.”