Batgirl

Ivy, Harley, and Batgirl stood in their respective positions for a solid seven seconds, they looked at each other with their poses set in unexpectedness. None of them were prepared for an altercation during what should have been a quiet coffee break.

Though Barbara's brain was the first to catch up with the sudden shift of events, and her gloved fists clenched, "You!"

"You..." Ivy moved her hands into her jacket pockets and disinterestedly responded.

"Me!" Harley said with a smile.

"That!" Emma's voice spoke up and caught the attention of the three women who were on the verge of springing into a scuffle. "Is not the look I want to see in here... You girls aren't planning on fighting in my diner?" The older woman didn't falter her gaze for even a second. "If you can't be stopped, please take this energy outside. Preferably away from my property."

Ivy gave Emma a raised brow before keeping her eyes keenly tight on Batgirl. "Yeah, Let's go outside, listen to the kind lady."

The white-stained eyes on her purple pointed face mask scrunched up into thin slits. "You'd like that..." Her hand slowly shifted on a trail to her waist. "Lots of trees... And... Plant stuff out there..."

"Bitch, please." One eye roll later, Ivy continued. "We live in a fucking bustling city, every ounce of green is covered with cement. That's why I wanna purge this shit-hole! But everyone thinks I'm the villain here..."

The red-haired woman's vent didn't sway Batgirl's response, "You kill people. I think that's pretty villainess."

"Only occasionally!" Harley jumped to Ivy's defense, her hand resting on her friend's shoulder. "Besides, we didn't kill Emma, even though I was realllllly tempted to when she fucked up my order last week."

"What she is saying is, we don't want to mess up this civil eating environment," Ivy confirmed.

"Alright, then do everyone a favor and go down without a fight." Batgirl's right hand slipped into a pouch on her waist belt and clutched four Batarangs between her fingertips.

Ivy sighed.

"Oh well, you can't tell me an attempt wasn't made." With her hands still in her pockets, and only a slight head-tilt as a warning. The ground beneath them began to tremble.

Batgirl sensed the cracks in the ivory tinted tiles before she saw them. Springing into the air, she performed half of a backflip, landing on her hands before bouncing back to her feet. Right as she moved from her previous spot, a large, moistened vine crashed through the ground where she was standing.

Not having the time to rest, she felt a second rumble below her feet and had performed another backflip. Though, this time, she made sure to send out the four batarangs she had clutched between her fingers. Which landed neatly into the newly sprouted green, that protruded from the ground, and exploded after a short delay.

"What the fuck!?" Ivy said with genuine emotion, "Hey, fucker! You know plants have feelings too right?!"

Batgirl stayed poised, ready to spring in any direction. "Yeah, and I bet they wouldn't like you using them as bodyguards." She said.

"I.. Well...." The red-haired beauty faltered a bit in her unmoved persona.

"I mean..." Harley approached Ivy cautiously, arms wrapped behind her back. She whispered, "She kinda does have a point."

"You... F... Okay fuck both of you," Ivy snapped her green fingers, which summoned another wave of trembling.

With arms poised back and fist clenched shut, Batgirl dashed forward, attempting to land a punch on Poison Ivy square in the jaw before the plant seductress could so much as blink.

Unfortunately, she doesn't have access to the speed **** or any other **** that isn't the natural power of human determination. So before she could close the gap between them, Ivy summoned yet another vine. And another, and even another!

Actually

Batgirl blinked and had to stop in her tracks.

Ivy grew an entire wall of green appeared between them, it created a brown fog of dirty rubble and kept the heroine from moving in, serving as a border.

"Okay, well that's not fair..." Batgirl's shoulders sunk.

"No, this isn't fair." Was Ivy's response. She raised up one hand, and the wall before her began to - ever so slowly - shift forward through the tiled foundation.

Taking multiple steps back, Batgirl's jaw parted open, she watched the viney barricade move towards her and began racking her brain for a new course of action.

Perhaps she could attempt to break through it with explosives? Though, taking note of how the vines crashed through multiple tables and even busted down a concrete pillar without so much as a slight resistance; she came to the conclusion that it would take more firepower than she has currently available to break that mess of shrubbery.

And even if she managed to sheer a whole through it, what's stopping Ivy from mustering up another one from the ground?

Okay...

What would Batman do?

For starters, he probably wouldn't be caught ordering food at Starbucks in his costume.

The wall moved closer. And her range of free space was diminishing at an alarming rate.

Batgirl's eyes darted around the room, glancing left and right, she took note of her options available. Well, no one's on her side of the store, that's one less thing to worry about. There's a set of bathrooms, using them to retreat would move her out of the way of being crushed by the approaching vines... But on the flip side, it would probably end with her being cornered...

She could break through one of the back windows and...

Oh shit, she just got an idea.

---

Ommigod!

Is that Batgirl!?

Holy shiiiit! It really is her! In all her form-fitting purple, black and gold superheroine suited glory! Growing up in Gotham is generally considered to be a tough thing, especially when compared with the other major cities. Yes, it was tough, knowing that shit can and probably will go down at a moment's notice, a lot of people have grown to become entirely passive about the whole prospect...

Batgirl, along with the rest of the caped heroes that protect this city, was someone she looked up too for many years; never had Jessica ever seen the heroine in person.

Which is why this is a holy fucking shit moment!

But... There are two types of 'Holy shits'

There's the 'Holy shit!'

And then there's the...

Holy shit...

This is the latter, because while Jessica saw Batgirl as semi-relatable, (In the sense as she's just a regular girl who chose to be a hero; she wasn't some goddess or a person who had the skin of steel.) Jessica also realized that... Holy shit, she just brainwashed and deceived her ''best friend'', with her own power. And turned a girl who she believed to be a romantic rival into a mindless doll who must undress because of the mind-controlling **** of hypnic tits.

And it took the prospect of being caught and called out for the literal maliciously evil shit she did to Sydney and a girl she had never met before for her to realize this.

For god's sake, Sydney trusted her with the knowledge of what her breasts can do, and she used that information to mess with the blonde's head.

What type of friend does that?

And now it's too late to wipe everyone's memories and set shit straight because she got caught, arms deep in the cookie jar, so to speak.

Batgirl burst through the bathroom door, her mouth parted open slightly as she took a few deep breaths. Even at this moment, Jessica couldn't help but take the smallest of peeks at the heroines' set of tits held within her tight jumpsuit. Who could blame her? This would perhaps be the first and last time she would ever see her in person.

Though upon remember her current situation, her gaze moved back up to Batgirl's eyes hidden behind the pure white eyepiece placed within her mask. Who knows what direction the heroine is looking... Could be up, could be down, she could and probably is in utter shock at what is occurring before her.

Just as Jessica was standing in shock at the realization that she is completely and utterly fucked.

Batgirl had her back resting against the bathroom door, and a hand placed gently against her chest as she seemed to take a breather, her glowing eyes scrunched up into slits, and her head drew up to face the ceiling.

Oh! Okay! So she's distracted with something, perhaps she hasn't taken note of Jessica's predicament.

Which means there might be enough time to-

Right as Jessica began to think of a quick solution to her current dilemma, Batgirl moved her attention down from the ceiling to assess her new surroundings. As she recognized, she wasn't alone; her eyes bulged from behind her mask, and an audible grown followed soon after.

"Ugggggggggghh! Of course I'm not alone. That would be asking for too much..." Turning around, Batgirl placed her ear against the door and lowered her voice. "There were no customers in the store, so I guess they all ran off to hide..."

Sydney was too entranced by her own hypnotic chest to formulate a response, and Sofia was just as if not more dazed by the same tits, so the brunette wouldn't be able to say anything if she wanted too. Now the only thing in Jessica's way would be the complete shock of seeing Batgirl in person during what could be the worst moment possible.

What is she doing here?

Why now out of all times?

Are we in danger?

If so, by who?

Also, was that outfit build to form fit her body so well, or was that just a coincidence?

With Batgirl's back now turned, Jessica's eyes naturally trailed downwards to the heroine's thin waist and curvy hips. The bottom material seemed to adhere to her ass while also looking like it would protect her from a freaking knife attack. Who would attempt to stab her in the ass with a knife? Well, it probably happens often.

God... Jessica kept observing her figure, Batgirl's legs were lean yet clearly had muscle behind them, same with her arms and the rest of her body as a whole; she gave off an agile, acrobatic type of feel. And clearly, just by looking at her, Jessica could tell this young woman would beat the shit out of her in seconds if she desired to do so.

"Okay, okay... Alright... Yes, this is fine," Batgirl spoke to herself, with one hand fiddling with her belt. "What do I have against plants... Plant spray? Weedkiller... Yes, weedkiller! Do I have any?"

"Weed kill..." Jessica spoke softly, "Um... What is going on out there?"

"It's fine! You girls are gonna be A-Okay and... And actually no, there's an eco-terrorist out there. And I am pathetically underprepared..." She slapped a hand against her waist while letting out a groan of despair.

Seeing someone as highly revered as Batgirl admit that this situation is dire, prompted Jessica to give one quick and straightforward response. "Oh fuck..."

"Hey!" Batgirl spun her head back to face the bathroom's occupants, "I have a semblance of a plan! So just... Stay back, and.. I won't let... I.. I won't...." The caped heroine's attention seemed to trail off at that moment, with both her words and her mouth slurring into a lul.

Her toned back was hunched over, and her head was locked in place, something behind Jessica held the caped heroine's attention; it was almost impossible to spot what exactly she was looking at since the mask she had on kept her eyes hidden. But it definitely was something very distracting like-

Sydney's tits!

No way...

No fucking...

Way...

On instinct alone, Jessica was in the process of turning herself around; but with a wash of awareness, she recognized why that would have been a horrible decision. With the sudden entrance of Batgirl startling her out of her senses, she had a temporary lapse of brainpower. The fear of being busted abusing Sydney's newly-formed abilities, had Jessica forget what those abilities did.

Sydney was still obeying the previous command to perform jumping jacks, and as much as Jessica would love to peek behind her if only for a second, to witness the magnificently bouncy sight of Sydney's chest jiggling withing her bra with each leap. Doing so would be an instant game-over.

Because from the look of it...

Batgirl seemed to have spaced out in a matter of seconds, one moment she came in with her mind clearly set on something else, the next, she peeked behind her and became entranced on the spot.

She is entranced... Right?

Jessica eyed her up, taking note of the girl's slumped stance; she was still pressed against the bathroom door, at least mostly, but with her head craned back and mouth parted open, it looked as if the intensity of her stare was the only thing keeping her on her feet.

Jessica took one step towards the dazed heroine and waved a hand before her face.

Nothing.

Yes, yes... Yes, she's entranced, like... Totally entranced.

After giving herself a period to reflect and really just understand what has happened, Jessica spoke. "Sydney... Um... Stop,"

"Okay," Sydney said, her natural voice void of any emotion other than the slight breathiness that came from her imprompt to jumping session.

"Nice.. Now, put your shirt back on, so I can turn around."

Sydney moved to obey the next order, but something occurred to Jessica that prompted her to call out.

"Wait don't!"

The blond stopped, in the process of bending down to pick up her top, gravity pulled her chest downwards. "Okay," She leaned back up and continued to stare ahead, awaiting her next command.

"Keep facing Batgirl," Jessica jutted out a thumb towards the dazed person in question.

"Okay,"

She's not sure how deeply entranced Batgirl currently is, or even how quickly she could snap out of it. Still, the blank look on the part of her face that was visible gave off the impression that Batgirl had to of been completely mesmerized by the bouncing visual of Sydney's tits.

But that does leave some questions that require answers.

---

The earth shifted, and an echoing grumble sound of the moving rubble bounced throughout the wrecked restaurant interior. Dirt and soot piled atop the cracked and shattered tiles; a busted pipe caused a petering stream of water to spray aimlessly through one of the multiple holes strewed across the floor.

Ivy's plant wall retreated in a slither-like manner back into the ground; the caped heroine was missing from the picture, seeming to have disappeared.

"Hey, where did she go?" Harley leaned up and rested her chin on Ivy's shoulder, her body being pressed against the red-haired woman's backside.

"I dunno, and I don't care." Ivy turned back around while flicking specks of dirt out of her hair. "All I wanted was some fucking overpriced food. Which means not dancing around with that acrobatic country girl."

Harley mulled her thoughts over and stared suspiciously at the broken window across the room. "Do you think she... EEEK!" The petite woman took a step forward while she spoke and didn't notice the gaping hole in the floor that she has now fallen into.

Ignoring the fallen cry of her friend, Ivy turned her attention back to the counter. Where Emma was sitting back on her phone. "Hey, so can we get our order? I think the other chick ditched."

"Hmm?" Emma looked up from her phone, her eyes bounced left and right before landing on the villain. "Oh, yes! Hold on, let me ring you up." She placed down her phone and began typing something on her computer, a few seconds later, she nodded. "Okay, that'll be... Four Thousand Ninehundred."

Ivy blinked.

"Bullshit, is that for the damage we caused? Because I blame Batgirl, that bitch didn't want to make shit easy."

"Well, most of it was the thousand lattes your friend ordered, then I added another two thousand for the mess and expenses it would cause to fix everything.. And we end up with your final total."

"Shit."

"But I did give you 3% off for being such loyal customers!" Emma smiled.

A pale arm reached out from one of the potholes and crawled at the tiled floor in search of something to secure a grip onto. Finding a crack in the ground to grasp, Harley pulled herself out of the hole and rolled onto her back, gasping for air.

"Did you hear that?" Ivy asked.

"Hear what?" Harley was still panting.

"We owe her like five thousand bucks."

Harley moved to her feet and plopped off a black boot, "So what? We're rich, we can buy anything." She said while shaking her boot, causing dirt and rocks to pile out.

"Yeah, anything that's less than five fucking grand. Do you remember how much we sold that crap for?"

"Five million, right?"

"No... F... Five grand, it was five grand!"

Having emptied out the rubble from both of her boots, Harley rolled her eyes and shifted her fingers through her blond hair. "Same thing," She hummed.

"Sure... Whatever," The green-skinned villainess sighed a breathy sigh and reached into her coat pocket. "I didn't even want this money anyway." She pulled out a card and tossed it behind the counter without giving it a second look.

Ivy's hard-toed heels clicked against the floor in no semblance of a rush, as she moved to leave the store.

"You girls have a good afternoon!" Emma called out.

On noticing her friend's disappointment, Harley's red-stained lips formed into a frown. "Hey red! It's okay, we can just pull another caper!"

"Fuck that, I'm not going back to Arkham, what if Batgirl pops up?" Ivy turned to walk down the street, "We have no idea where she went."

Harley smiled, shining her glistening white teeth, "Actually, I'm pretty sure she jumped out one of those back windows! It was broken! Like human-sized broken! I say we go back there and kill her!" Her gloved hand reached behind her back, and she pulled a red and black painted pistol. She raised a brow and tossed the weapon in the air before catching it. "That would make you feel better, right?"

"How would... Why would that make me feel better?"

"Well she's annoying so..." Harley shrugged.

"I mean, you're annoying, but that doesn't mean I wanna kill you."

"What?"

Ivy stopped slowed to a stop, she turned around and leaned her back against a light post, "I'm sorry Harls, you know I love you, but like... Nothing positive has happened today! So I'm in one of those moods."

Bringing her head down, the blond-haired clown lowered her voice to a mumble and pressed the tips of her index fingers against each other awkwardly. "Would killing Batgirl make you feel better?"

"No,"

"Whatta bout Batman! We can do it! We can do it right now! All call-in some gear from the Legion, and we'll suit up! Once he shows up, we'll kill him!" She clenched her fist tightly around the gun in her hand, her face full of determination. Harley suddenly flung the weapon in the air and stuck her hand into her tight pants. Sticking her tongue out, she rummaged around her bottom in search of something. Upon finding it, she flashed a devious grin and pulled out a black flare gun with a glowing red mark centered on the barrel displaying the Legion of Doom's signature skull logo.

"I'ma signal them to send us some powerful fucking shit!" Harley's fingers trembled, and the hand that held the gun shook in anticipation. "We'll fuck shit up!"

"Woah woah! Okay, calm down," Ivy rushed in and closed the distance between them. She gently pushed and lowered Harley's arm, then moved to place her hands on her shoulders, she looked down into her friend's blue eyes. "I can tell you're trying to think big, but we don't go around killing people for no fucking reason."

"Yeah but... Batman isn't just any person!"

"Exactly my point, let's leave him alone, so he leaves us alone." She sighed again at having to explain this, "I mean one bat person is enough, Batgirl's probably gonna attack us at any moment."

"I... Okay..." Harley relented, allowing Ivy to take the flare gun out of her hands. "But I wanted to use it so badly..."

"Should've had it on you when we broke into that museum," Ivy licked her lips and looked over the weapon in her hand, though upon glancing up and noticing Harley's blue eyes shimmering as if they were those of a puppy, she added. "But... If we come across Batgirl again, I guess we could use it, as long as we don't kill her! At least on purpose..."

"Fuck yeah!" Harley punched the air. "Here's hoping she shows up!"

"Honestly, she's probably planning some trap for us right now. I can't think of any other reason why a hero like her would just let us walk away like we did."