She starts to make a few changes to her suit

It had been a wet night Barbara noticed, it was clear from the state of her bed that she had indulged in some nightly masturbation but rather than relying ashamed, embrassed or even annoyed but instead she felt a little bit of pride. This is what a true slut's bed should look like, but it was time for school. A few months ago she had underwent an experimental surgery, which had cured her injury from the joker. Though her role as Oracle had proven more useful for her, with the Dark knight gone it was up to her to return to the role of Batgirl.

That was why it was up to Batgirl to take to the streets to stop the criminals. When looking at her costume she suddenly couldn't help but find herself bored with her outfit. It was so... prudish.

In her draw she pulled out a pair of scissors and began to slice the Batgirl suit to be something much more exciting. Slipping into the new outfit she couldn't help but get a sudden thrill as she looked into a mirror.

"Oh that's so much better" she squealed, as she jumped out the window into the streets as night fell. Resorting to her own intuition she climbed the streets of Gotham ready to strike.

It was nearing midnight when Barbara heard the all too familiar crash of shattered glass as a jewellery store was broken into. Putting her training under the dark night to use she swung onto the crime scene to see.