A visit from a friend

The next couple of days are quite boring, with you relaxing the day away and fighting minor crime in the streets at night. It feels almost quaint now, you being about to join an intergalactic crime fighting organization but still going out to fight purse snatchers and the like. But since you're soon to leave New York, you want to leave the city as best as you can. And for you, that's keeping the streets slightly safer at night.

Three days after your trysts with Zatanna, you hear a knock on your door. You aren't expecting, so you check the hidden camera situated to look at guests. Unfortunately, it's not working, just pure static. Worried that your location has been compromised, you activate your apartments rudimentary defense systems. In reality, it's just a switch that shuts off the lights and deadbolts the door. Due to the nanobots in your system, the lack of lights is not a problem for you at all. You can accurately navigate the small floorplan even without your night vision, and with that it gives you the advantage in a fight.

You wait just out of sight of your front door, waiting to ambush the potential intruder. Suddenly you hear a voice.

"Nice set up. At least for a rookie."

You whirl around, looking for the source in the darkness and you see a face obscured by a familiar cowl

Barbara Gordon.

Disturbed that she infiltrated your apartment so easily, you deactivate your defense systems, momentarily blinding you due to the bright lights.

"Batgirl," You say. "What are you doing here?"

"Relax, you can call me Barbara. I scouted out your neighbors and swept this place for bugs while you waited in the darkness. I'm here because I need to give you your new identity."

"Oh. I thought Batman was going to do that."

"Unfortunately for you and me both, Batman has better things to do with his time than run down errands to the newest members of the league. Here you go." She says as you hands you a manila folder. You eagerly open it up and see a litany of documents that would go for a pretty penny on the black market. You have just about everything you could possibly ask for, with a New York State ID, a passport, a social security card, and even a birth certificate. You take a glance at the name listed on all the documents and see that it is Michael Schade. You look at Barbara and she explains.

"A little on the nose, I know. But Schade is an actual last name, and I assure you, this identity is airtight. You won't have to worry about some villain discovering you and risking your life."

You nod in approval and reply, "Thanks. I appreciate it. How's Zatanna?"

"Not well, unfortunately, she's still in hearings. A couple of our opposing political foes are making a stink about Zatanna in the media and behind closed doors. I don't think she'll be able to just blow this one off. She might need to be suspended for a period of time. Of course, she'll be still able to do her magical tour and the controversy might even increase her popularity."

You nod, that would make sense. Still you hope that Zatanna won't have any issues clearing her name and that the insidious chemical witherchlorocide would be properly blamed, with efforts and research into preventing its spread and limiting its effect. Besides, of course, your cum. If there was a mass outbreak you weren't sure that it could be contained, even with your nanobot enhanced sperm production.

"So, can you give me any hints about my next trial? Where or with who?"

"Well, I can't tell you everything. Part of being a super hero is not being able to know what's coming next, so we want to simulate that unknown factor as best as possible to see just what you're capable of handling."

"What I'm capable of handling? What does that mean?"

"Well, the stronger you are the more threats you'll be able to combat. For instance, if the Sinestro Corps come and attack earth, people like you or I aren't quite equipped to face them on the field of battle. When you begin to face opponents that can destroy the planet, being really good at martial arts for a human tends to lose effectiveness."

You nod, that makes sense. At your current abilities, it is quite reasonable that there were some threats you couldn't deal with. But your nanobots have yet to fail you so far, so you decide to trust them that they'll continue to aid you throughout your Justice League career.

"Come on, not even a hint? As I recall, I was the best guinea pig ever. And isn't coming up with a game plan to maximize your effectiveness on battlefield an important aspect of being a hero."

"I suppose most patients aren't willing to masturbate on the spot so that their fake doctor can test their sperm. Fine, I'll give you two hints. You'll be on the west coast, and you'll be trialing with another heroine."

You smile, and nod to yourself as you consider the possible superheroine you'll be fighting with. You're deep in thought when you notice that Barbara is nowhere to be found. You whirl around, looking for her and see no trace of her except for your phone unlocked on your desk. You walk over to it, and see that it is set to a conversation with one Barbara Gordon.

"That cheeky minx" you mutter to yourself. You begin to compose a message to her, trying to make some small talk to get to know her better.