SEL Chapter 7

“OK. Yeah,” Stephanie says, blushing.

The bodybuilders almost seem surprised by her reply. It seems like maybe they aren’t used to flirting with girls at the gym in the same way that Stephanie isn’t used to flirting with bodybuilders. They look pleased though, and Stephanie is filled with feelings and confusion. What is she even agreeing to? She doesn’t know, and she has a feeling they don’t either.

She replies to Riley’s text that they’ll have to get together another time. Stephanie has to get moving. Being a Bat person means never really shutting off, not when there are leads to pursue before night falls.

In the showers, she tries not to laugh as she soaps up her body. She’s comfortable putting on a costume and running around rooftops, but nervous about trying to make friends and flirt. She had plenty of confidence when she had no penis and was dealing with boys, but this is so different and new. That only makes it more exciting. Stephanie is elated; she wouldn’t be a Bat person if she didn’t get off on excitement. Her thoughts slide inevitably to that night with Babs and Kate. She still can’t believe that happened. Thinking about it makes her breathe hard and lose track of time. She forces her mind back; she’s already had one embarrassing erection today, and these showers aren’t very private.

She returns to reality and looks reflexively over her shoulder, freezing.

Mel is in the shower across the aisle; there are no curtains, just the little dividers between each stall. The view is uninhibited, and they are no more than eight feet apart.

Stephanie sees it all: the muscles, the love handles, the modest rolls of fat, and Mel’s erect cock. It looks short compared to her towering body, but it’s not short. Water gleams as it streams over her powerful form. Mel’s body is as rigid as her penis. She’s visibly startled and red; Stephanie must have just been standing there for so long that Mel got comfortable staring.

Stephanie does an abrupt about face, but now all she can think about is how she’s offering a view of her backside. The air is full of steam, but her mouth is dry. When she musters the courage to check over her shoulder again, Mel’s back is turned. Stephanie scurries out, nearly slipping and breaking her neck in the locker room, where Pol is bent over with one foot on a bench, removing an ankle wrap. She’s naked, and her brown, Olympian body would be arresting enough even without the view of her flaccid, yet still enormous cock swinging.

She hasn’t noticed Stephanie, who clutches her towel desperately as she tiptoes past into the next section, where her locker is. Still wet, she yanks her clothes on, muscling through the discomfort of a trapped half-chub as she flees the gym.

SEL

“You shouldn’t still be here,” Ivy says sensibly.

But naked in her bedroom in Wayne Tower as she rides an equally naked Barbara Gordon on damp, rumpled sheets is not the time for sensible conversation. Barbara’s only reply is to land a firm slap on Ivy’s buttock before going back to firmly squeezing her ass with both hands and encouraging her rocking motion.

Ivy gives up on speaking and goes with it, running her hands over her breasts as she moves on Barbara’s shaft. She’s not going to advertise it, but she prides herself on being Gotham’s foremost femme fatale. It bothers her that Barbara Gordon is such a turn-on, and she loves watching her expressions, savoring her noises, and running her hands over her smooth body. Ivy greedily rides harder, planting her palms on Barbara’s breasts and massaging them. Barbara hisses and digs her fingers in. It’s a secret that Ivy’s going to have to take to her grave, but even without the use of her legs, Barbara’s better in the sack than Harley, and it’s not just because she has a penis.

Barbara lets out an agonized moan. Cuter too.

Her breath catches and that sharp jerk tells Ivy that it’s time. She reaches down to help herself along by rubbing her clit. A tear rolls down Barbara’s face as she spurts inside, and Ivy bites her lip and sighs in satisfaction as she finishes herself off.

With Barbara still oozing inside , Ivy looks down with a satisfied smile at the flushed girl underneath her. She leans down enough to tickle her with her hair. That makes Barbara open her eyes.

“Yes?” Barbara says breathlessly.

“You’re being reckless.”

“Who are you, and what did you do with Poison Ivy?”

“Quit dodging it,” Ivy chides her. “I know what you’re doing. This isn’t you.”

“I’m horny,” Barbara assures her.

“Not this horny. Not even with Seed. I think being in that chair is bothering you more than you think,” Ivy says.

“Please don’t do this while I’m inside you,” Barbara says.

“I think you need to talk about it. I know a psychiatrist.”

“Oh, shut up,” Barbara laughs, rolling her eyes.

SEL

“Are you quite well, Ms. Stephanie?” Alfred asks as Stephanie enters the Cave.

She’s had another shower and is dry and properly dressed, but that clearly isn’t hiding anything.

Stephanie pauses on the bottom step and sighs. “Between Seed and your horny regenerative thing, I’m really distracted,” she admits. “I’m not trying to be TMI.”

“Perfectly understandable.”

“And I’m sorry I’m late,” she adds, hurrying forward. “Are they waiting?”

“They are.” Alfred hands Stephanie her mask, and she puts it on, then yanks off her hair tie. There’s no time to put on the whole suit; she’ll have to attend this meeting as Spoiler in a Columbia fleece.

She drops into the massive chair in front of the computer, and Alfred gets out of the way as she opens the call.

Two faces appear in separate windows. One is Lucius Fox, and the other is a modestly hot guy twice her age in a quarter-zip sweater. This is Ted Kord, known to some as the Blue Beetle. And leaning on his chair and poking his face into the frame is a younger, significantly hotter blond guy. Stephanie balks; that’s Mike Carter, known to some as Booster Gold. There are perks to having access to all of Bruce’s files. Stephanie knows lots of secret identities that she probably shouldn’t.

“What’s he doing here?” she asks, indignant, pointing at the screen.

Ted and Lucius look taken aback. They don’t know Stephanie’s identity, and… she realizes a moment too late that they don’t know who Spoiler is. Nobody knows who Spoiler is. Stephanie is D-list at best. Most of the time, that’s how she likes it.

“I was going to ask that as well,” Lucius says.

“Don’t mind him. He’s not going to say anything.” Ted points a warning finger at Mike. “Have we been introduced?”

“I’m Spoiler,” Stephanie says, waving at the screen. “Uh, my resume includes being Batgirl and Robin. I’m friends with the other Batgirls. Batwoman. I used to date Red Robin. Batman tolerated me. Uh… I enjoy long walks on the beach, and I used to work at Cinnabon. I was on the register.”

Lucius and Ted take that well. Mike looks like he wants to say something, and Ted pushes him out of the frame.

“Uh, OK. Well, you come highly recommended by Batgirl, so I’m game. You had a technology issue that you wanted help with?” Ted asks. He’s the CEO of Kord Industries. It’s nowhere near the size of Wayne Tech, but Ted is a genius on par with Lucius. Stephanie can’t very well dial up Lex Luthor for advice, so she’s stuck with these two for the moment because according to Alfred, Cyborg is in another galaxy or something.

“Yeah. I was doing dark knight stuff last night and got my ass beat,” Stephanie says. “Uh, there were goons, and they swung on me.” She mimes a punch. “Missed by like a foot but still hit. Like they hit me with something invisible. Like, I promise you that I dodged that. I know I’m the purple Batgirl that’s like the… Ringo of Batgirls, but I’m telling you, man. I dodged it. They still hit me. It was super weird.”

“And these were Roxy Rocket’s goons,” Lucius says.

“Correct.”

“The drive that she got away with was some kind of encryption key, but that’s all I know without looking closer.”

“Decryption key?” Ted arches an eyebrow. “Coin flip that’s for profit or for a scheme.”

“Agreed,” Lucius says.

“Guys, I need to know what they hit me with.”

“Was it sonic?” Ted asks.

“How would I know?”

“Your eardrums would explode and you’d be deaf,” Lucius says.

“Not that,” Stephanie replies.

“Was it just an invisible weapon? Active camo?” Ted asks.

“I guess it’s possible, but I’m not seeing it,” Stephanie tells him frankly. “Why would they wear invisible boxing gloves? Makes no sense.”

“Fair. Was there any accompanying sound? Did you see a device?” Lucius asks.

Stephanie shakes her head. “Nope and nope. Just bam! Got me good.”

They look stumped. It’s not much to go on, in their defense.

“We can rule out sonics or a **** generator. Were they speedsters?”

“Nope.”

“We could be talking about some Apokolips tech,” Ted suggests. “A little out of my league.”

“Out of their league too,” Stephanie cuts in. “These were Roxy Rocket’s goons in Gotham. They aren’t getting their gear from Darkseid.”

“You’re probably right. We’ll need more to go on, though. See what else you can learn, uh…” Lucius trails off.

“Spoiler,” Stephanie supplies grumpily.

“Right. In the meantime, I built a device for Batman, a sort of technological disruptor that he used to deal with Jarvis Tetch, but it’s a double-edged weapon; it can interfere with tech that’s nearby, or even your own gear if you’re sloppy. You’re welcome to it. I assume it’s still in Batman’s armory.”

Stephanie looks to Alfred, who nods.

“And, uh, Spoiler, I think I know where you can find Roxy tonight. Two night watchmen called out last night at the place she hit. Two more have already called out for tonight at the Wayne office in Burnside.”

“Where they make the apps?”

“That’s right. And if these people are using dangerous technology, it might serve the greater good for someone more prepared than the GCPD to be there to welcome them. I plan to make sure nobody’s working late.”

“Point taken, Mr. Fox. I am so there.” Stephanie flashes two thumbs up. “If you think of anything, please let me know. Getting beat up isn’t as much fun as it sounds.” She ends the call right there to avoid awkwardness and sighs. “I’m bad at this,” she admits to Alfred.

“Not at all, Ms. Stephanie. One does not step into Master Bruce’s shoes overnight. Would you like me to prepare the disruptor for this evening?”

It sounds like this disruptor thing might help. It might also complicate things. Stephanie has no leads better than Lucius’ hunch, and Lucius is super smart. She may as well go set an ambush after her coffee date with the bodybuilders, but should she do it with or without the disruptor?

Use the disruptor?

Stick to what she knows?