Fixing her up

Aaron kept his head low but his pace steady. He couldn’t deny he was a little nervous, buying supplies for one of Gotham’s most elusive vigilantes. He scanned over the items in his list before he entered the large store. See, at the front it had normal stuff but at the back was a pharmacy.

The walk to the back was slow. He needed to think.

'Alright, so chemicals. How am I going to convince them to get what I want?'

Medicine for wounds, a potent anti-poison mix via specified chemicals, and some specific tech odds and ends she’d need to get her comms working again. For the chemicals, honestly...

"Hey, do you have any of this stuff?"

All he could do was ask.

"We do," The pharmacist replied.

"It's for a project," Aaron said flatly.

"Hm..."

Suspicion. That was until he got out his wallet.

"I'll ring it up in a couple minutes," the pharmacist suddenly said.

Right, this was Gotham. No one fucking cared about regulations. Money ran the city. Once he flashed those dollar bills, the pharmacist was all-in.

It didn’t take him long to gather the rest of the items. Wiring, a soldering iron, small tools—it was all easy enough to find. He packed everything into a bag and made his way to the cashier.

'Batgirl is in my house.' Aaron stopped, standing in line for the normal stuff. 'That is so weird.'

With two shopping bags, he was out.

When he opened his apartment door, he immediately froze. Batgirl was standing in the middle of his living room, peeling off the top of her suit, her toned, athletic body on full display.

Her booty was facing him.

The sides of her D-cup breasts in view.

He had about two seconds of shocked, wide-eyed observation before she looked up, equally startled.

“Oh! Sorry!” She quickly turned to openly face him. Yep, instead of turning the other way or covering up, she faced him.

An instinctual mistake.

A great mistake.

Aaron had never seen tits and pussy so pink. His cock twitched in his pants. He blinked.

Batgirl realized her mistake. Facing him like this, she couldn't cover everything. Only one, tits or pussy. Cheeks flushing, she chose her tits. “I, uh… I didn’t think you’d be back this fast.”

Time slowed. The slit of her cunt was just impossible to not burn into his memory banks.

The tight hole of Batgirl. The pussy that so many men wished they could fuck in their dreams.

Right here, right now, she was nearly nude, her suit halfway down her thighs.

Aaron turned back to the door, trying to ignore the way his face felt like it was burning up. “No worries. Didn’t see a thing.” He cleared his throat, the bags by his side.

She gave an embarrassed chuckle, tugging her suit down further. “Thanks, and… I apologize, but I have to strip down for this. You can look."

Huh? Huuuh?

Aaron slowly turned. This time, she managed to be somewhat modest. A hand across her breasts and a hand down over her pussy. Hot and erotic but unintentionally so. His balls churned.

Her head nodded down to her stomach where faint cuts laced across her skin. “The poison came from blades, and the cuts are everywhere. It needs to be applied directly.”

"So...you need my help?"

"Yes."

Well, damn. A job was a job.

“Got it,” Aaron said, doing his best to sound casual. He steeled himself, trying to keep his thoughts professional, but when he finally came closer, he knew he was in for a challenge.

Barbara turned so that he could focus on her side. By doing so, arms over front side, she gave a glorious angle to her figure.

Barbara’s figure was, in a word, stunning. She had the kind of athletic build that was molded from years of training, each line of muscle softened by her natural curves. And that ass—well, it wasn’t just the stuff of rumor. Gotham’s speculation about Batgirl’s legendary butt was, it seemed, very much true. The first Batgirl, the one who’d kicked off the whole “Batgirl legacy” with her acrobatics, had done it with an ass that were now burned into Gotham’s collective memory.

But he managed to keep his face composed, reaching for the gauze and the wound salve, his hands steady. “Just let me know if it gets too much,” he said.

The ribs and the side cuts...

"Done."

Barbara turned slightly, pointing out the deeper cuts along her back, her shoulder, and along her ribs. “Mostly here,” she said, her tone professional.

So yeah, her ass was very close to him. They were both standing up, both adults that pretended this wasn't hot and steamy. He really tried to angle his crotch away from her booty, which had been more or less a whispered legend in Gotham’s underground. The first Batgirl, they said, was famous for her thick, athletic “assets”—the kind that had distracted more than a few henchmen mid-chase. And the rumors weren’t wrong. As she turned to point out another wound, Aaron got a full view of that sporty, perfectly rounded butt, one that no doubt contributed to the speculation that *this* Batgirl’s butt alone could be a distraction tactic.

It made sense now why she was spoken about as if she were some kind of myth among Gotham’s rogues and vigilantes alike. The red hair, the suit, the infamous butt. She’d set a high bar for Batgirls that came after, that was certain.

"Now the..."

Front. Barbara turned without saying it. Then, her arms left her breasts.

Aaron was getting a look at her tits, nipples and all. Her flushed face and breasts, firm and full, caught him off guard. For someone who spent her nights darting across rooftops and putting criminals in their place, she had an unearthly softness to her figure—an hourglass that seemed almost at odds with the lean muscle layered beneath.

To make it simple, how did they not jiggle?

'Focus,' he mentally reminded himself, though it took considerable willpower. The last bit was on her stomach under her boobs, so he ducked and did just that.

Being under the shadow of D-cup boobs was an honour. Especially for his hair.

Alas, all things had to come tl an end.

As he applied the final bit of salve to a cut on her lower stomach, he pulled back.

“Thanks,” she said, arms covering her boobs again. Aw. “You’re pretty good at this.”

Aaron chuckled, trying to sound nonchalant. "I did some nursing in university."

Barbara laughed, a light, genuine sound, as she nodded in agreement. “I hoped I lived up to the hype."

Oh. Oh, uh...

His eyes widened by a fraction.

"Yeah, I’ve heard the rumors.” She gave a little shrug, unbothered. “Judging by your silence, glad to know I did.”

“You, uh… definitely did,” he said. “You'll be okay now?"

"The chemicals, remember?"

“Ah, right.” He dug through the bag, pulling out the ingredients she’d requested, placing them on the sofa one by one. “This should be everything.”

Batgirl nodded at every item, boobs and cunt covered by her arm. Standing there and staring down at him, Aaron took it as his cue to get up and step away, giving her space to do what she needed to do.