BAE Chapter 2

The sun will be setting soon. There’s not much time.

One of Bruce’s many requirements of his disciples is to keep detailed records of all operations. Barbara takes her place at the Bat Computer. Bruce’s huge chair makes her look like a child, but she’s at least as good at using this thing as Bruce is. Maybe better.

She opens a new case and enters her stated intention for the night: to patrol in order to make it clear to Gotham that there’s one bat left. Dick is gone. Bruce is gone. Tim is gone. Kate hasn’t worn her costume in ages, and she was worthless even when she did. Helena is still out there on the streets sometimes, but criminals don’t fear her the way that they fear Bruce. Barbara has to make a statement.

As for the people who will hear that statement… she knows almost nothing about the new faces in Gotham. Since she took off the costume and went back to school, she has made a point to know as little as possible about what is happening in the shadows. Now it’s time to change that.

But Bruce has been gone for three months. His records are behind as well. There’s very little in the Bat Computer about these newcomers. Barbara hacks into GCPD and starts a download. It’ll take time, but whatever the police know about the players in Gotham, Barbara will have access to it.

She lied to Alfred; she does need to warm up. She goes to the training area and does so as quickly as she can, then strips and goes into the huge, black marble shower. There, she gazes at her reflection in the polished wall as she stands under the water. It bothers her how familiar all this feels. It’s just like riding a bike.

Only one thing has changed. Well, two things. She doesn’t have to bother with a curtain without Bruce around, and of course, back then… she didn’t have a penis. She looks down at her body, and it hanging down there. She’s more or less used to it and trying to focus on the things about it that she enjoys. Pretty obvious things.

Actually, she was finally thinking about working up the courage to cash in on Gotham’s new fetish for women like her. She was thinking of going to a bar or a club and seeing what would happen. It’s fun to play with the penis on her own, but she’s not too proud to admit that she’s curious about the real thing. But it’s one thing for a grad student to plan a night out.

The Dark Knight doesn’t have that kind of time.

Wrapped in a black towel, Barbara returns to the Bat Computer and sits on the edge of the big chair. She holds her towel with one hand and uses the other to call up the camera feeds at Arkham. Barbara scrolls through them idly. It’s reassuring to know that at least a few of these people are off the streets… for the moment.

Selina Kyle will be getting out soon. At the moment she’s doing yoga in her cell, stripped down to just her Arkham undergarments. Selina is probably the only person in Arkham that Barbara likes. They aren’t friends, but Barbara at least respects some aspects of Selina. It used to be her ideology that Barbara could relate to. Now that Barbara has a penis, Selina’s incredible figure, grace, and limberness are also interesting.

Barbara shakes her head and keeps scrolling. Matt Hagen is in there. Hugo Strange. Temple Fugate. She shudders as she sees Jervis Tetch pacing his cell.

The next feed gets her attention. It’s Pamela Isley, writhing on her bed in her cell. She’s nude and appears to have three fingers buried in her pussy. Barbara watches for several moments before the stirring between her legs brings her to her senses. She looks away. Ivy’s always been weirdly comfortable with sexuality and nudity. She once grabbed Barbara with a plant that Barbara swears was feeling her up as it restrained her. Barbara isn’t sure which is worse: that Ivy had a plant that did that or the way Harley laughed as she watched.

Ivy is in Arkham. Harley’s not. It’s always bad when they’re together, and it’s even worse when they’re separated. Either Harley will get herself locked up, or Ivy will get out. Barbara sighs and closes the feeds.

Her phone vibrates and she picks it up. It’s her doorbell. She pulls up that feed to see Kate Kane outside her door, very drunk. Barbara takes a deep breath and taps the microphone button.

“I’m not home, Kate. I’ll call you a cab. Sleep it off.”

“Barbara,” Kate mumbles.

“Just wait there,” Barbara says, opening an app to call a ride. She throws the phone down in irritation once that’s done. She got Kate out of a tight spot exactly once. Then she was supportive when Kate’s detective girlfriend dumped her. That’s all she did to get Kate turning up at her door three nights a week at least. Kate has money. Wouldn’t she rather sleep in her own bed than on Barbara’s couch?

This isn’t the time to worry about that. Barbara rises to her feet and tosses the towel aside for Alfred to deal with. The least he can do is spoil her a little while she’s filling in.

She dries her hair and dons the new costume. It’s perfect. The tights kind of smoosh her cock, but it’s better than every scumbag in Gotham noticing that Barbara Gordon and Batgirl both have a cock. There aren’t that many petite redheads who grew one. Barbara has no intention of becoming like Bruce. She will have a life one day, and that means that her identity has to stay a secret. If she gets found out, she doesn’t want it to be because of this stupid penis.

She checks her figure in the mirror, then swings her cape onto her back and attaches it to her cowl before emerging from the wardrobe. As she crosses the bridge to the main platform, a dark shape is visible in the glowing window high above. Alfred is watching.

Barbara ignores him; it’s time to go. The bike doesn’t make much of an impact on the streets, so for patrol she’ll have to use the plane or the car. She makes her choice and walks onto the bridge to her right. At the far end, she climbs the steps as the car rises into view on its rotating platform. The cockpit opens as she approaches and she vaults in lightly.

The cockpit seals with a hiss and a click. She straps in and fires it up.

Bruce never let her drive, but she never wanted to. Who would use a monstrosity like this when they could ride a bike instead?

She sees a flash of Dick in his costume, his old costume, holding his helmet.

Barbara’s eye twitches and she slams her foot down. Flames burst from the rear of the car with a bang and she rockets forward, into the tunnel.