Barbara Gordon

Once she left the garden she walked around Gotham, thinking about who she wants to get first. Honestly, most of the vigilantes are a good first one. Maybe not Batwoman right away. But the others, can't go wrong. She makes her way to the rooftops to look around trying to find a Bat. Finally, she spots one, a Batgirl, the one with red hair. Now she needs to figure out what to do, if she could get her in an enclosed space, that would be perfect. She also needs to catch her attention. Looking around she spots a jewelry store, it is obviously closed, and therefore perfect. Making her way down she smashes one of the large windows with her hammer, the alarm starts going off, she walks in and makes her way to the office in the back, the door is locked so she just breaks the doorknob and enters.

Barbara was on patrol as Batgirl when she heard an alarm, making her way there she sees it is the burglar alarm for a jewelry store, from here she sees no clear activity. Most places do put the jewelry in a safe at night, so they must be in the back. Slipping inside she makes her way there and is surprised to see Harley casually sitting with her legs up on the desk.

"Hiya Red Bat!"

"Harley? What are you doing? I thought you stopped doing stuff like this." Something seems different about Harley, besides the fact she is committing crime again of course. She just, somehow looks different, it's hard for Babs to put her finger on just what changed. Something about the way she carries herself? She seems to somehow look better too. That was an odd thought. Suddenly Harley flips over the desk and moves to be right up against Babs, who instinctively backs into a wall.

"I did stop, but. I got bored. Wanted to have some fun, with you. And you didn't exactly give you my number, sooooo, I found another way to call!"

Babs notices an odd feeling coming over her when Harley comes this close, she is starting to feel warm, and she recognizes why, but does not want to acknowledge it.

"Really? That is your claim?"

"It's true, I wanna talk. Soooo. Follow me Red Bat." Harley then leaves and Babs is left a bit dazed. She tries to blink it away, but she still feels a little hazy when she finally starts moving. Harley clearly waiting a bit before moving off. Babs is barely able to keep up, her coordination is a bit off, and her focus keeps shifting a bit, staring at Harley's figure instead of where she needs to go next. Before too long Harley enters a window, Babs realizes this is where Bryce had set her up when she went straight. Babs follows her in, as she does she realizes she did not even stop to make sure it was safe, fortunately, it was.

"Took ya long enough, had ta slow down so you wouldn't get lost. Something wrong Red Bat?" As she speaks Harley approaches Babs again, and once again has her against a wall. She considers taking Harley down, but, well. It isn't like she is resisting arrest or something, or even attacking, just, talking. And Bryce seemed to think she was serious, and sure Babs doubted she would stay away from crime, but she should at least hear her out.

"What do you want Harley?"

"Sumthin happened to me. Sumthin weird, it changed me. You're smart, thought you could help."

"What changed?" Why is she so close? Does she need to be this close? It makes it a bit hard to focus with Harley right in front of her. She notices her breathing is getting shallow, and can feel she is wet, and most likely flushed too.

"Imma hafta show you." Harley moves back a bit, but that does not help with Babs' arousal. Her mind is so hazy, so hard to focus, so horny. And then she realizes Harley is taking off her pants, she opens her mouth to protest, but then she sees it, sees the change. Harley has a dick. That is. She had never seen a real one, she doesn't think anyone had. Because of, uhm, she cannot remember, her mind is too foggy. Wait, is Harley talking. With no small amount of effort she looks up from her dick to her face, she is smirking. She looks so fucking hot like that. By now Babs is so far gone she doesn't even realize how out of character that thought is.

"Wha-?" Can barely even get a word out, and did her smirk get bigger?

"I said. What do you think of it?"

"Big. Hard." Her mind is almost completely consumed by lust, she is only barely able to stop herself from pulling of her suit bottoms and mounting Harley.

"That it is, maybe you should take a closer look.

That. It sounds like a bad idea. Like, she should maybe not? Why not? Alarm bells are going off in her mind, but they are faint. Seem to be trying to tell her something is not right, she should leave. But. She does want a closer look. What's the harm in that right?