Latex Gotham, Wayne Manor
"So Grundy wasen't affected by the magic?" Barbara asked.
"You would be surprised how much demon blood was used in his creation," Jason noted, "I see the smoke coming out of your ears, don't ask questions that you don't want to hear the answers too."
"Fair enough," Barbara squirmed, "Can I ask you two a small favor? This dress is driving me nuts."
Jason tapped his finger on the shoulder of the green latex gown, muttered some odd sounds and the Dress and heels became a loose nerd T-shirt, sweat pants and sneakers.
"Do you really have Occultist listed as your job?" Barbara asked.
"My card says Consulting Occult historian and researcher," Jason pulled a card from his jacket's pocket.
"So what do I do here?" Barbara mused.
"Will the event that brought you here bring you back as suddenly? Would you even be the same? Would you want to go back and what would happen if we found there were two Miss Gordons in the same world?" Jason mused.
"I was wondering about raiding the kitchen and weither to try and crash in a spare bedroom here or take my chances with what ever the perverted me has waiting at the Casa de Gordon?"
"I would say, see if there is any Leg of Lamb left, borrow a car from the Wayne fleet and I have a World War 2 vintage bedroom that locks from the inside and is proofed against all supernatural powers to offer you."
"You brought up very real problems," Barbara said rising from the couch, "I know I like Dick, I might even love Dick on some levels. I don't love this Dick, maybe I could, but not now. What about the other me? What if she just shows up? God if Dick really
is a sperm-I-nator? Dad having two pregnant daughters? What does this trans-dimensional stuff do to babies anyways?
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Prudish Gotham, Gothcorp Headquarters
"Mistress Kanze those are very generous terms," Babs Batgirl Gordon folded her arms and knodded her head, "But have those machines been running internal scans or have you just been watching my performances?"
The hologram shifted back to a view of Mistress Kanze.
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"According to this I would be without family," Babs unfolded her arms and framed her belly with her hands, "It's hard to tell because I was doing tight lacing until very reacently and its early but I am about to be a mother and I have a man that loves me."
Catwoman made a sound like a cat hacking up a hair ball behind Batgirl.
"Sorry, surprise," Catwoman said weakly.
"So what do I do here?" Babs asked aloud, "Yes you offer unlimited wild passionate sex, the lap of luxury, absolute indugance in my wildest fetishes. Then again back home I have a man who would share anything with me, even other lovers, we wouldn't as great
off but we would still want for not, and all of my kinks are indulged. Hell all this here, asisde from the kidnapping part is any Tuesday night in my Gotham. What do you think Selina?"
"What?" Selina snapped back and wiped droll from her face, "Sorry I was thinking about Bruce Wayne's cock. If you are from a liberated sexier Gotham, what happened to the Prude Batgirl?"
"Oh God," Babs slightly freaked, "Tonight we were supposed to tell our families that we are having a shotgun wedding! Dad's going to freak out!"