New clothes and an emergency at Shadowcrest

Upon reaching the locker room, you open the bag to see what clothes you've been given. The first piece of clothing is what looks to be an expensive set of black boxer briefs, the kind of luxury brand that might run upwards of $100. You slip them on, and can easily see why they are so desired. They hug your weighty genitals comfortably, are softer than silk, and yet seem to be breathable for any sweating you might do in the future.

The next part of the set is a pair of navy blue jeans, so dark that they are within spitting distance of black. You slip them on, and you can immediately tell that Alfred didn't know about the size of your package. You struggle slightly, and manage to stretch the zipper over your crotch. You search out for the mirror, and you grimace upon finding it. Your bulge is immediately obvious, and you hope that it doesn't draw too many looks.

Your new shirt ends up being a light grey v-neck and like the jeans they hug your body nicely. Your socks are a plain and white ankle socks, and your shoes are a simple yet well made set of black sneakers. The entire ensemble is finished by a Gotham State University zip-up hoodie, with its trademark insignia of block white lettering of 'GSU' in front of the Gotham skyline.

You take a final look in the mirror and are impressed with what you see. You look like a young stylishly dressed programmer, who just got off work and is heading out for some casual drinks. You nod, satisfied, and head back out to talk to Barbara once again.

Barbara is sitting it what appears to be a comfortable chair, leaning back in luxury as she types away rapidly on a keyboard. As you enter, she turns her head and smiles at you, and you gain a spring in your step as you walk over to her. She gets up, and grabs two things: a duffle bag and your phone.

"I took the liberty of upgrading your phone. Once you get into the Justice League, electronic security becomes very important. We can't risk a data breach exposing the identities of any of the League, and as the resident expert in all things computers I have made your phone unhackable, except by me.

"I also took the liberty of putting some phone numbers, including the encrypted Justice League line. Call that number if you have an emergency and need some backup of other superheroes. I left my number in there as well. Call me if your symptoms take a turn for the worse. Or if you want to hang out."

You're shocked, as Barbara hands you her phone, which you slide into your pocket. Did Batgirl really just ask you out? But Barbara presses on, leaving you in her wake. "The duffle bag has all your gear in it. I'd recommend taking an examination of what you carry into the field and improving whatever you feel is most important."

"Sounds good. I'll take that advice to heart." There's an awkward pause, and you decide to go in for the hug. Barbara drops the bag in surprise, but quickly hugs you back. You certainly enjoy the way her breasts feel on your chest and its with great **** that you pull back. You lean over and pick up your duffle bag, and nod a goodbye to Barbara.

As you're turning away, an alarm starts blaring on the main monitor. You whirl around, and Barbara darts over to her keyboard to investigate.

"Shit" She says, grimacing intensely. "It's Zatanna. She's crashing."

"What's happened?"

"Before you woke up, we tested her here at the Batcave. Chemical W did enter her system, but we had no method to cure her of its influence. That's one of the reasons Bruce left here to report to the League. With no immediate antidote for her, we'll need to rally the full **** of all the scientists that contract with us. That kind of group research is what we're counting on to save her."

"We got to go to her."

"I agree. Let me grab the emergency field medic kit and we'll head over." Barbara then heads over to a large cabinet against the wall, and removes a sizable case the size of a laundry basket. Wordlessly, she paces over to the main garage and you follow her, tittering along as you're lost in thought. Once there, it takes you a second to realize that Barbara is fixing the kit to the back of a sleek black motorcycle.

"Uh...We're taking that? Will we even have enough room for us and the kit?"

"Plenty. You'll have to hold on tight, but this is our best option right now. Bruce took the batmobile, and everything else in the Batcave arsenal isn't circumspect enough for a quick jaunt over to Shadowcrest."

"Shadowcrest?"

"Yes. It's Zatanna's ancestral home, and it's about a ten minute ride away. Well, a ten minute ride with me at the helm."

Gulping, you clamber on after Barbara, squeezing on behind her. The case is right against your back, and you're close enough to Barbara that you are effectively spooning her. She hands you a helmet, which you nervously put on. The second its secure, Barbara revs the bike, and begins piloting her vehicle out the primary exit.

It leads into a long dark tunnel, where Barbara starts to take off. You race through the dark, with nothing to guide your way. You're going fast enough that you're **** grip onto her waist, and you're close enough where she can definitely feel the bulge in your pants. It seems she hasn't noticed it, and pretty soon the tunnel gives way and you're now biking in the night, the ever present drizzle of Gotham now greeting you.

To be honest, though you suppose it's an emergency, Barbara's biking skills equally frightening and invigorating. She has no regard for traffic laws, and she weaves through cars like they're stationary pylons. It seems that right when you start to get used to her biking, she finds a new maneuver to set heart racing again. Once, when you're biking down the wrong way on a one way, she takes such a sharp turn that you're a hair away from ripping up your knee on the harsh concrete.

You suppose you made good time, as nine minutes and forty-eight seconds after departing the Batcave, you roll up to a large property on a hill. A manor overlooks said hill, its gothic architecture dominating the gloomy night sky. The property is surrounded by a ten foot high stone fence, with black iron adorning the top. A large iron gate seems to be the only entrance, and is where Barbara pulls up to. Barbara punches a code in, and the gate swings inward, groaning as if in pain.

Barbara quickly dismounts the bike, and disengaged the locking system that held the case in place, takes it and heads up to the door. You pursue her, and soon she's taking a large obsidian knocker in her hand and banging on the door. There's a pause, and then like the gate the door swings open.

A/N: With this chapter, my branch of this story has eclipsed 10,000 words. As a reward, I've decided to attach the pictures I've used as inspiration thus far. You can find them at the start of this branch, in the first chapter I wrote.

I also feel the need to tell you that I'm looking to contribute to other stories on this site in the near future. Once I do that, I will no longer update this branch every day. I'll try to make the effort to keep the chapters longer like this one, rather than the shorter chapters that I wrote at the start. I do hope that you'll follow those stories as well.

Take care all of you, and as always, I hope you enjoy this story.