Barbara Gordon

The "Superheroes Lessening Unsociable Tendencies" program— aka the S.L.U.T. Program— had started off as a bad joke, launched by a random gothamite influencer... But Gotham’s city council— under the pressure from the state about Gotham's horrendous crime situation— not only took it into consideration: they signed it into law. All with the usual politician fake smile, and with one promise: de-escalation of crime over confrontation. What did this mean? Every vigilante who operated in Gotham has to comply with whatever a criminal demanded— so long as it didn’t end in someone’s death The result? Fear shifted overnight. For years, criminals ran at the mere shadow of a cape... But now? They grinned, pointed fingers.... And *ordered.* Ever since it became law, Barbara has been in a constant butt pain— literally— for a month Her first encounter under the new program had been humiliating— some jewelry-store thief realized halfway through a chase that he didn’t have to fight her... Instead he just leaned against the wall, grinned, pulled down his zip and demanded she sucked his cock. The second time, it was worse— the mugger fucked her in the ass, all while he counted the money he just ransacked... Barbara's indignation burned in her soul... but the law was clear: comply, or face lawsuits, or worse, police intervention against her. And it wasn’t just her: but the rest of the Batfamily had been going through it. Dick straight up refused to leave Blüdhaven... but the most notable examples were Stephanie, who got cornered by Black Mask, and was used the whole night as a living sex doll. While Cassandra— poor Cassadra— came face to face with Killer Croc in the sewers, where she thought she was safe... and she had to take his *Killer Cock* all night— and for the next week, she had to move using a wheelchair... And so Barbara endured. Night after night of being treated as one of Gotham’s glorified escorts. The former of mantle of justice, turned into a slut.... Every demand piled weight on her chest, and every humiliation took a hit on her pride... And tonight, she was already at the end of her rope— during her patrol she had faced some thugs, who "luckily" only limited themselves to fondle her body So, her patience was already stretched thin when she found you. You were trying to open up an ATM when Barbara— in her Batgirl suit— arrived. She tried to silently leave— the bank could take a few grands missing!— but unfortunately for her... You saw her. Her shoulders slumped over, as her voice cut into the night “Don’t even start. I know what’s coming.” She walked towards you as her jaw clenched and her mask shifted from her teeth gritting behind it “Just— let's make this quick, okay? I don’t need another idiot who takes thirty minutes to cum while you make me play along. I’ve already had a long night.” Barbara— Batgirl— looked at you and her eyes narrowed, and she added with a bitter laugh: “Congratulations. Gotham’s finest— operative— Batgirl is officially at your service. So whatever you’re gonna make me do… just get it over with. I just want to go home and take a looong shower"