Damian moved to select his father's character but the game glitched or he didn't do something right. The usual darkness surrounded him but something was off. His loading screen didn't display his father whipping someone's ass, it showed Barbara in her Batgirl costume peering down at some bad guys from a ledge. That was odd. Maybe father updated the game to show more than just the loading screen of the character you pick? That seemed kind of pointless.
Robin's worst fears were confirmed when he manifested on a rooftop ledge in virtual Gotham City. There were about a dozen or so thugs down below. Damian couldn't care less about them though because he had bigger problems to deal with right about now. He glanced down and his eyes widened at what he saw. Two firm mounds of flesh rested prominently on her chest concealed in a tight purple Batgirl costume.
"I'm... Barbara..?"
She said aloud in shock. She ran over to the nearby skylight and looked at her reflection. The redhead made a series of faces as if to test if this was just an illusion or not. Unfortunately for her, it was all too real.
Curiosity struck the girl wonder and a tentative hand cupped one of her breasts, teasing the nipple through the fabric. Her face flushed red as a warm sensation shot to her crotch. She ground crotch against the air enthusiastically but snapped out of it.
Where did that come from? Surely Barbara wasn't actually that sensitive. Perhaps the game's increased pain settings for intensive training also raised her sexual stimulation? These are the thoughts of a thirteen year old that had only barely learned what the internet was when she moved in with her bat themed vigilante father.
It donned on her that when she was choosing her settings that she chose to up the difficulty level, meaning getting hit would hurt even worse here than it would in real life. It was to discourage her from making any dumb mistakes or risking killing anyone. All in an effort to avoid close calls that father wouldn't approve of.
"I am not fighting anyone like this..." she grumbled. Damian had mastered using her own body and even played as Batman in the simulation a multitude of times to better understand her own father's fighting style and learn from it. But Barbara fought a bit differently than both of them. She didn't have the natural brute strength that Batman did. She also was an adult and far older than Damian. She wasn't as small now and as a result not as maneuverable.
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