Hot and Bothered

Close to passing out under the **** feeling of pain that was building up inside of her, Batgirl accepted her fate. At that moment, the pain subsided. Regaining her bearings, Batgirl got to her feet and rushed into the penthouse to find Weather Wizard, sitting comfortably in a winged back leather chair in front of an active fireplace. Chuckling to himself, Weather Wizard ignored Batgirl's orders to surrender by merely eyeing the wall of security monitors, playing back Batgirl's search.

This caught Batgirl by surprise. "I admire your dedication in crime fighting, Batgirl. Though, at this point, it seem you've become too preoccupied with something else."

Batgirl stared at herself writhing in pain, rubbing her breasts and crotch. "Ooh yess..yes." Batgirl heard the words, but had no memory of ever saying or doing any of that. Enraged, Batgirl pulled out a bat-arang from her utility belt, spun around, but as she began to throw it, the agonizing feeling that has plagued her body returned in full ****. Weather Wizard calmly walked over to Batgirl, who was now uncontrollably squirming on the ground.