Batgirl

Batgirl's headpiece rang just as she was in the middle of a sommersault. She had been practicing in the gym for the better part of an hour, fighting the boredom of being on watchtower duty. She was completely zoned in, and the distraction irritated her. Still, she managed to complete her exercise before answering. "What's up, Power Girl?" "Just got an alert from Wonder Woman's quarters, and she's not answering. She's supposed to be out tonight and I don't want to bother her, but can you stop by and check if everything is OK?" "Ngah. I was in the middle of my routine. It's probably nothing." "Come on, Barbara. Don't be a bitch. I do work for the both of us while you're training."

Batgirl sighed and rolled her eyes. "OK, fine. I'll go and check." She picked up her batarangs from the practice target and put them back in her belt, then strutted out of the gym, heading to Wonder Woman's quarters. She was not excited about having her training session disrupted, but Power Girl was right. Every alarm had to be checked. Even if this was probably a false one, and Power Girl was just wasting her time. Or it was Wonder Woman that was wasting her time? Yeah, sure, the woman was a hero, but did she need to be so conceited every time?

Soon enough, Barbara found herself in front of Wonder Woman's quarters. She pushed the button a few times before she gave up and called Kara back. "Hey, Power Girl? Looks alright, she's not answering. Unlock the door for me?" Power Girl hesitated. Breaching the privacy of a senior Justice Leaguer wasn't really an offense, but it was no way of making friends, and man, could that Wonder Woman be a bitch about her privacy. "Come on, Power Girl. Don't keep me waiting. Do you want me to check in or not?" "OK, fine..." Power Girl gave in and she saw the red sign on the door turn in. "Thanks. I'll call you if there's anything."

Batgirl opened the door and closed it after entering. "Diana?" She called out, the light vision in her mask turning on to make sense of the dim light in Diana's Greek quarters. Everything seemed to be in order at first. Then she noticed the commotion next to the sofa and Wonder Woman lying half-naked on the floor. Batgirl struggled for a moment, torn between helping the other heroine and staring at the statuesque body, now barely covered by the sheer bathrobe. Eventually, her sense of duty won.

"Diana!" She called out again, and the passed-out heroine moaned groggily as she began to come to her senses. Batgirl extended a helping hand. "What happened? Were you attacked" "No ... I think ... I tripped and fell and hit my head on something. I think I had too much wine." Wonder Woman moaned again, rubbing her head, while Barbara stared in disbelief at her admission. "Are you ok?" "Ummmhh... I think so ... "

Barbara grabbed Diana's hand as she helped her recover. "Do you need anything?" The answer came back perplexing. "I need a good fuck." Barbara widened her eyes in disbelief. "Huh... what?" Diana flushed. "I really don't... know why I said that." And that's when Batgirl's gaze followed Wonder Woman's long legs and noticed the Lasso of Truth coiled around her ankle.