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“Batgirl?”

You were aghast. Standing before you was another astounding superhero in full costume and… she was a lot shorter than you would have guessed. You were too used to the Amazon, and the supermodel scientist, and maybe Zatanna’s heels and tophats skewed your perspective a bit too. But you never expected a superhero to be as petite as Batgirl...

“That’s me,” she said, smiling sweetly and giving you a nervous wave with a gloved hand. Her gloves were yellow. Yellow boots too. Her costume was as iconic as Batman’s, but up close and under the stark lights of the Watchtower, it didn’t seem as dark as it should be. Not for a member of the Batfamily (who wasn’t a little sidekick/human target). Not for a defender of the night. The black parts of her suit -the pointed cowl and form fitting, flexible body armor- looked almost purple in this brightness. Her yellow bat insignia was also wide and more prominent than what you remembered Batman’s was, but then again she had a much more prominent bust than the Dark Knight did. Her cape seemed shorter too, but it all combined for a very striking look. And she had auburn hair, spilling down past her shoulders from the base of her cowl. Her blue eyes met yours. “You must be THE doctor,” she said. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

Her sunny disposition was also incongruous with your idea of a violent vigilante stalking the shadows of gloomy Gotham city. You had to guess she was a girl in her early twenties. It was strange to think of an adult female superhero as a girl, but it was in her name. You finally recovered enough to shake her offered hand.

“I’m Doctor Doe,” you confirmed for her. At least you thought that’s what she meant by you being THE doctor. You really only had the reputation for one thing… “But you can call me John,” you added quickly.

“How about JD?” she suggested, still gripping your hand. The smile on her face seemed to be wearing thin. “Like from Scrubs? Or just John! If you like. Sorry, I get a bit blabby when I’m nervous.” And she gave a cute little anxious chuckle as she retrieved her hand and folded her arms behind her back. Batgirl got nervous? You seemed to recall reading about her taking down the Scarecrow. How could she be nervous around you?

“Batgirl, it’s good to see you,” Doctor McGee finally cut in to save the day. The hero quickly shook her hand and there was a familiarity there that put the girl at ease.

“You too, Doc,” she said happily. “I hope I’m not causing any trouble. I know your hands are full dealing with all of these… uh… cases. And I know I’m not a metahuman but Br- Mmm… ahem… Batman said it would be okay.”

“You are no trouble at all,” Tina said kindly. “I’m glad you’re here.” She was? Batgirl’s shoulders sagged with relief.

“Thank you, really,” she said. “I know my case is mild but I was so scared to impose-”

“Enough of that.” Doctor McGee waved away any further apologies and potential burdens the girl might saddle on herself. “You’re in good hands. Let’s run some tests and we’ll figure out your treatment plan.”

You weren’t used to this flavour of Tina’s bedside manner and had to give her a good lookover as you followed both women back to the labs to make sure your friend and colleague hadn’t been replaced by a **** doppelganger. Batgirl’s cape was short enough that it didn’t hang over her backside, but not wanting to get caught ogling that tight little bubble you picked up the pace and fell in step beside her.

“Hi,” she said again, smiling at you tensely. She caught herself acting nervous and puffed her cheeks. “Sorry. I’m just… this isn’t really what I was expecting.”

Doctor McGee tapped in her code on the security pad and the lab door wooshed opened after a beep.

“What do you mean?” you asked your new patient, wondering if this was the first time she had ever been to the Watchtower. Batgirl wasn’t actually a member of the Justice League as far as you were aware.

“I didn’t know you would be so cute,” she said, then went into the lab, leaving you standing by the entryway with your mouth open and with nothing to say.

“Batman sent us your file but I hadn’t had a chance to go through it end to end,” Tina noted, and you noted how pointed she was with that comment but Batgirl only nodded. You and McGee scanned through the transcript rolling on the monitor. “Your vitals appear to be relatively stable. And your markers are well below the Perkins Line. That’s a good thing,” she clarified, once again clearing the worry from Batgirl’s face. “We’ll take a swab and run some tests, but I think it might be possible you only need one dose every few days for now. It’s good that you came to us so early.” And the smile there from Doctor McGee was one of genuine assuagement. If her prediction was correct then this new patient’s impact to the schedule could be greatly minimized. “Doctor Doe, can you get the sample and run the analyser? I’ll inform the others of the new arrangements.”

You sat Batgirl down at a table a few feet away from the bank of monitors and got the oral swabs, snapping on some surgical gloves.

“I’ll just get a bit off the inside of your cheek,” you said, and the Gotham City heroine opened her mouth for you and got swabbed. It only took a few seconds and you popped her sample into a small vial to place into the reader. Batgirl smacked her lips from the mild cottonmouth.

“I guess I should get used to you putting things in my mouth,” she joked, and you wish you hadn’t looked so surprised but apparently Batgirl’s nervous energy was infectious. A sensible chuckle **** its way out of you, and that spread too and the tension eased somewhat naturally after that.

“It’s good you can see the funny side of it,” you said, wanting to encourage some humour in the place since Zatanna seemed to be the only one around here who knew much about the normal, mortal world.

“Well when you’re fighting guys in penguin suits and ice skates all night you’ve gotta take a step back and recognize the absurdity of all,” she said, giving you half a smile and a full shrug. Despite the specificity of her situation, you still felt like you could relate to her plight and nodded.

“Sounds like my Sunday night,” you joked, which she quietly appreciated with a smile. She remained masked, you noticed, and there had been no other names but Batgirl on her file. Not exact date of birth, just her age. All of her body measurements though. You supposed her identity had to remain a secret for now, even to you. You started the analyser and it whirred for a moment and some lights on the bench blinked to indicate a complex process was occurring. It decorated the silence for a bit.

“So… this is your job, huh?” Batgirl said, asking the obvious question to try and outpace the awkwardness. “You do research with Doctor McGee and… help, patients?”

“It’s a living,” you sighed dramatically, but you had to smile, right?

“And you treat a lot of patients here?” she wondered idly. You weren’t sure how much Batgirl knew and fell back to your protocol on leaving it to Doctor McGee to explain everything else.

“Something like that,” you said noncommittally. Even under her mask you saw how Batgirl frowned.

“You are the donor, aren’t you?” she felt the need to ask now, slightly panicked. “I thought you were going to be treating me directly. Oh my god…”

“I am,” you said quickly. “I mean, I will be. There’s no other donor here but me.”

“Okay… that’s good,” she nodded, settling in her chair. Then she caught herself. “I mean, I know I just met you but I already feel pretty comfortable. That is… You seem professional and Batman trusts you so I feel a lot better finally meeting you.” She brushed her hair behind her shoulder. “And you’re pretty good looking.”

You were caught off guard again and had to be blushing. You rubbed the back of your head.

“Thanks I guess,” you said, and the endearing way the corner of Batgirl’s lip rose, her natural smile just a little titled, had your blood flowing to more than your cheeks.

“Batgirl!”

“Zatanna? Wonder Woman?” your newest patient was suddenly on her feet and you swivelled in your chair to find the lab filling up with superheroes. At least these two you were already acquainted with. Batgirl rushed up to the brunettes and stopped short of giving them both hugs. Zatanna was back in her stage costume and Wonder Woman had remained in her armored attire. “What are you guys doing here? Did Batman tell you guys about me?”

“We had no idea, B,” said Zatanna. “But welcome to the club.”

This took a second to register for Batgirl. She looked to the magician, then to the Amazon, who stood in a way that almost made her look shy. She had her bracers crossed behind her back and her was head dipped bashfully.

“Wait… you mean… you’re both … um... Patients too?” The girl was both relieved and amazed, as anyone might be upon discovering a secret of this magnitude.

“We are very fortunate to be in Doctor McGee and Doctor Doe’s care,” said Wonder Woman, ever the ambassador. Zatanna smirked but nodded in agreement.

“Yeah, we’re just a couple of cum sluts,” she said. Wonder Woman managed not to gasp but Batgirl just about squealed at the brashness. At Zatanna’s open cheek. There was, in fact, glittering admiration in Batgirl’s eyes at the statuesque sorceress’s ability to make even the ultimate paragon of stoic heroism flush pink and squirm where she stood.

“Zatanna,” said Doctor McGee warningly, but she was smiling too. With the magician’s personable aura now dense in the air, Wonder Woman let herself relax.

“You need to keep it in your pants,” she told her magical friend. “Or whatever you call those things… Ah. I believe the term is… skanky?“

Zatanna’s mouth formed an O. Batgirl looked like she could just pass out from glee. Wonder Woman was a hero of many talents, but keeping a straight face after saying something like that was very obviously beyond her. “I’m sorry!” she laughed, doubling over.

“You wanna be tied up again?” threatened Zatanna, trying to sneer through her grin. Even Tina couldn’t contain her amusement. You weren’t sure what was happening was real but you were suddenly very glad about Batgirl’s injection into your life.

Then there came a beeping, and you took a second to notice it was coming from your watch. It flashed in time with a message on the far monitor too where the schedule was currently highlighted.

“Alright, everyone calm down. It’s time for your dosage, ladies,” McGee said, and her forthright manner coupled with the blinking signals did settle the patients quickly. Zatanna still held a most devious smile and the way she looked at you made you feel... naked.

“This is going to be very interesting, isn’t it Diana?” she said, nudging the Princess with an elbow.

“Oh… Well... Perhaps we should do... that thing… at another time,” tried Wonder Woman. “Batgirl just arrived and we didn’t discuss it with John.”

You shared a confused look with Batgirl, but Zatanna waved a hand dismissively.

“Sorry, but I’m thirsty,” she said, shrugging almost too casually. “And Doctor Fate called me. Or called to summon me. Magicky stuff. Doc, I need to get going. This should make things much quicker.” That smile again, lighting up Zatanna’s lovely features, made you warm. “I know B. She won’t mind watching,” the mage went on. “And I think Doctor Doe will be more than accommodating.”

“What do you mean?” asked McGee, stepping forward to hopefully exert some kind of control over the situation in case things got out of hand.

“Well, Diana and I discussed it during the break,” the spellcaster started. “We need to share John’s dose this session... So... we thought it would be fun if we gave him a double blowjob. You know, both of us at the same time? Sucking his cock.”

You found yourself pinned to your seat by four pairs of very intense eyes. “What about you, B?” the saucy sorceress asked her young Gothamite friend. “Do you want to watch?”

Now gazes turned to the new girl. The bundle of nervous energy behind a mask with sharp ears. “Yes,” she said, with more certainty in her voice than you had heard in every conversation with her prior. “I would like that. If that’s okay…”

Back to you.