WHAT IF: Barbara Gordon's

At one point in time…

Knock, knock!

Barbara Gordon stood nervously outside the apartment door, clutching a small bouquet of flowers. The scent of roses and her light perfume filled the air as she raised a trembling hand to knock. It was Valentine’s Day, and she had worked up every ounce of courage to surprise Dick Grayson, hoping to rekindle something they once shared.

So when the door finally opened…

“Dick, I think the pizza is—oh! Can I help you?”

[ Source: Barbara-meets-Starfire-EDIT by TheArtOfBrise

Comic: Nightwing Annual #2 (1996) ]

…and a stunning orange-skinned woman with flowing auburn hair and glowing green eyes came into view. An arm on the door frame, she cocked her head, confused. Her complexion orange and erotic, the woman wore only a loose varsity jacket, draped open to reveal toned abs, long, impossibly perfect legs, and huge breasts.

“Uh, no, I'm Barbara, I-I-I'm, um, a friend of…” Barbara almost couldn't say his name, instantly feeling small and unremarkable in her jeans and tank top. Because if this was Dick's place and this woman was here naked…

No, no, no.

“...D-Dick's and—”

The alien woman brightened and cut her off. “Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Dick speaks very highly of you,” she said warmly. Her English was rich, with an accent that hinted at a foreign—no, alien—origin. She tilted her head slightly, her glowing eyes scanning Barbara with curiosity and kindness.

Before Barbara could respond, another voice rang out from inside the apartment. “Kory, baby, is that the food?”

That was Dick.

He was here.

Barbara’s heart dropped. She opened her mouth to speak, but her words were lost in a wave of emotion. Starfire—this had to be Starfire. She was everything Barbara wasn’t: taller, radiant, magnetic, talkative, innocent...

'Big fucking tits too.' Batgirl imagined Dick Grayson slobbering all over them or sticking his dick between them. Her own rack was...

D-cups.

What were D-cups to this slutty, hot princess from another world? What was Batgirl to a woman who was powered by the sun? Who could blast apart planets? Simply walk and get every man in a twenty-metre radius to leer at her jiggly tits?

Barbara’s bouquet suddenly felt ridiculous in her hands, a child’s token compared to the goddess standing before her.

“I’ve got to go...” Barbara mumbled, backing away. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she turned on her heel, her sneakers squeaking slightly on the floor.

“Wait!” Starfire called out, reaching a hand toward Barbara, but she stopped when she heard her boyfriend.

“Kory, who was that?” Head poking out from the bathroom door was Dick Grayson, his hair damp from a shower and a silly smile on his face.

He didn't know. He didn't know.

He shouldn't know, Kory thought.

“Wrong number…”

“You mean wrong address,” Dick corrected with a chuckle.

“Of course.”

He gestured at his exotic girlfriend to join him. With a tentative glance at the hall, she closed the door and did.