The old man, Charles

Deciding to humor Batgirl, you agree to reclaim her costume. You use your powers to convince her to ignore her nudity as the two of you hop on her motorcycle and speed off into the night. Holding her body closely, you feel the results of her years of crime fighting and physical training. Your fingers glide over her taut, supple form and trace them across the patterns of her flesh. You notice trace scars around her skin, she has faced combat before and hasn't always been lucky. But she has survived this far. This is a woman who is deserving of respect, admiration, and accolade. Those lucky few who know her for who she is are surely blessed, as this is a woman who has descended straight from the heavens.

You reach up and honk her boobs.

"Hey, knock it off! I'm trying to drive here." Batgirl doesn't look back as she berates you, trying to keep her concentration on the road. You can feel her tension however, as your hands squeeze her plump breasts.

"No, it's fine. you like this. Plus it helps you focus." you tell her as you adjust to start tweaking her nipples.

She immediately relaxes and revs the bike, speeding you along to your destination. You continue your exploration of her body as you ride on, the silence only broken by her soft moans.

"Alright, we're here," Batgirl says, snapping you out of your lustful daze and your fingers out of her vagina. You look in the direction she is gesturing towards and see a completely ordinary house on a quiet cul-de-sac. The both of you dismount her motorcycle and begin your advance.

"Okay, so how should we approach this? Bust right in? Try and sneak in the back?" Batgirl whispers to you as you hide behind a bush.

"We could always just knock," you say while eyeing Batgirl's bush.