SEL Chapter 11

“I’ll do this one by myself,” Stephanie tells Alfred. That’ll keep her flexible. For all she knows, they’ll have another tip on Roxy and she’ll just have to run off anyway. Being Gotham’s main Bat-adjacent person honestly kind of sucks. Stephanie’s starting to see why Barbara agreed to let Kate and Stephanie help out. Even when Stephanie had been the only Batgirl around, Bruce had been out there, Dick had been around at least once a week, and Helena had been active several times a month.

These days… it’s just Stephanie. It seems like Batman going away really killed a lot of the energy for the costume crowd. Batman had been proof that someone could make this thing work. People figured his luck had run out, and if that could happen to him… it made them rethink their own odds.

Tonight was rough, but Stephanie doesn’t think of quitting. Babs did her best until her back literally broke. And Cass? Stephanie doesn’t know where Cass went or exactly why, but she’s confident that she hasn’t taken a long vacation. Even if she’s not wearing the Bat anymore, she did once. She can’t be the only one who just walked away. It didn’t work when she tried to leave it behind to prioritize Tim, and it didn’t work when she left it all behind to try with someone other than Tim. She has to do this.

But a magic show shouldn’t be too bad. She tries to focus on that.

SEL

Aki Aramaki has done more than her share of reading on Seed. She’s still not ready for it. There’s sweat on her forehead and she’s almost stumbling as she reaches the door of the penthouse apartment that she shares with her wife. The key scratches the knob in her shaking hand. She gets inside and her purse thumps to the floor.

Viti’s there in front of the TV in her nightshirt, the glow of Gotham Late News catching on her bare legs. She turns and looks startled.

“Uh, baby?” she says, but Aki pushes past her and rushes into the guest bathroom, slamming and locking the door. Her clammy hands slap the marble sink and her reflection is almost unrecognizable. She can’t seem to get her breath. Her already dangerous heart rate spikes as she feels a hint of drool at the corner of her open mouth. She hurriedly wipes that away and lets out a loud hiss as the sudden, sharp flare of pain from her chest. It hurts, but it also shoots these throbbing jolts down between her legs.

Aki hurriedly unbuttons her satin blouse, ignoring Viti, who is tapping on the door and asking if she’s OK. Aki throws the blouse away and sets her jaw, pulling the cups of her bra forward to let her chest breathe. The problem is that she’s so sensitive that even the slightest touch is crazy. Carefully, she undoes the clasp and tosses the bra. That’s a little better, but it’s not the only problem.

The spot where Ivy jabbed her is tender, but that’s nothing compared to whatever is going on in her womanhood. There cannot be a penis growing already. It’s impossible. She unzips her skirt and shimmies it down with a gasp as her legs squeeze together. When she shoves her underwear almost roughly down her legs, gooey strings come away with it. Her dark bush gleams.

Close to panic, she kicks off her shoes, then the rest of the skirt. It’s hard for her to see herself; it just feels so strange down there. She turns on the makeup lights and moves back to have a clearer view in the mirror. Her legs wobble as she touches down there, gently spreading her lips. Her clit looks extra swollen. And as she stares at herself, spread and exposed, her pussy gives a hungry twitch.

Aki swallows. She knows how to keep a cool head. There’s nothing wrong with her nerves, but this is her body. This is new. Her mouth is dry, but her lower half is soaked. Her hands are still shaking as she holds them up. Juice drips from her fingers.

Viti probably expects to talk about Barbara Gordon’s statement. Aki doesn’t want to talk. She jerks the door open and all but drags Viti to the floor.

“Baby!” But Viti doesn’t get to say anything else. She gasps as Aki pushes the nightshirt out of the way and grabs her package through her briefs. The fact that Viti will get hard with the slightest stimulation used to be an annoyance. Tonight, Aki needs that.

“Oh my god! What is going on with you?”

Aki ignores that and pulls out Viti’s chubby cock, pulling it vigorously.

“Oh god,” Viti says shakily. She’s not as hard as she can get, but it’s enough and Aki is more than ready. She stuffs it inside and lets her weight down with a groan.

“Ah!” It’s a pitiful cry from Viti, who eagerly lifts her pelvis and grabs Aki’s hips.

Aki controls the tempo with urgency bordering on ****. She leans forward as she holds her wife’s shoulders for leverage, riding hard. She wants pressure on her clit, but she also wants Viti deeper, but while Viti’s thick, she isn’t long. Aki growls in frustration and fucks her harder.

“Oh! Fuck!” Viti’s eyes helplessly follow Aki’s bouncing breasts.

Viti’s nails bite into Aki’s hips, and there’s a big, noticeable throb from her shaft as she erupts inside her wife. Aki’s skin flashes even hotter for a moment as her temper threatens to snap. Viti’s always been quick. Aki bites down until her jaw hurts, controlling her emotions. She forces herself to sit back, gasping. Viti gazes up at her in a contented, somewhat dumbfounded orgasmic haze.

“God. You’re so sexy,” she murmurs, sounding drunk. She always gets like this when Aki lets her put it in. “Baby,” Viti says affectionately, absently rubbing Aki’s leg.

Aki can’t deal with it. Viti needs to shut up, and Aki needs relief. She lifts herself off Viti’s softening cock, fresh cum dribbling onto Viti’s belly, breasts, neck, and then her mouth the moment before Aki plants her pussy on Viti’s face. She pulls her wife’s hair and groans as Viti gets the message . She stares at the ceiling, moaning as Viti’s squirming body wrinkles the rug underneath them. Viti’s good with her mouth, but it’s not enough. Aki doesn’t want to be licked, she wants to be fucked. That’s not what Viti is good at, but she’ll have to do.

Swearing, Aki repositions and bends down in a 69. Aki gathers Viti’s soft, sticky cock in her hands and crams as much of it into her mouth as she can fit. Her wife’s cry of pleasure is muffled by her body and her feet kick, hitting the sideboard. A vase falls over. Aki slurps.

SEL

Barbara finishes thanking her staffers who came in late so that she could give her statement. One aide stays behind to turn off the lights and lock the doors as Barbara wheels her chair toward the elevators. It felt good to say that. She feels good about her decision.

Too good? Is that Seed talking? Or is this what it feels like to do things right? As in, not handing out extrajudicial beatings every night for thrills? She wants to celebrate. Physically. Seed really has changed her. It’s not like she was ever a… un-sexual person or anything. But she was never like this.

Openly telling Gotham that she enjoys Ivy’s company is a bit liberating. There’s nothing stopping her from visiting Ivy any time she likes. As long as it’s a good time for Ivy, of course, but Ivy likes visitors.

On the other hand, Summer was watching too. Their relationship… well, Barbara can’t have it both ways. She’s Batgirl. The chair can’t change that. She’s not normal. Summer needs someone normal.

Meanwhile, tonight was Aki’s opening shot. It won’t be the last shot. The best defense is a good offense, but offense in politics is not pretty.

Should Barbara pay a visit to Ivy?

Or go on offense against Aki?