After a normal night of Patrol, Barbara had snuck back into her shared apartment, which she had shared with Guest, she originally wanted share with Dick, Tim, one of the other girls, like Cassandra, and Stephanie. Because, Guest, was known as the ‘hot-head’ of the family, even more than Jason at times, and she definitely didn’t want to be on the receiving end of his ‘rage burst’.

But back to tonight, she was taking off her suit, breathing heavily, from the intense patrol, lipstick across her plump lips flawless, freckles that flow across from cheek to cheek, looking as if they were dotted by Goddess’ themselves, with her vibrant auburn with natural red and brown tones hair flowing down her back, and emerald green, bright and expressive, that shined through the moonlight, one of her yellow gloves held in her mouth, her ‘BatGirl’ suit down to the beginning of her thighs, showing only a bit of her white thong which she only wore underneath. With her Nike bra on, and over her big right chest. Her ‘BatGirl’ mask and cape rested on the back of her chair.

When she heard the door slowly creek open, she stood there, slightly embarrassed, her eyebrow slowly raising, as she let go of the glove in her mouth, to speak.

“ ever heard of knocking ?”

She spoke, her voice warm, clear*