Being fat sucks. That was the only thought on Barbara's mind as she sat down in the plush chair in front of the bat-computer. Her costume was in ribbons now, barely covering her jiggly mass and stretching tightly over the parts of it that were covered. All Barbara wanted right now to do was take the uncomfortable costume off, but she didn’t dare. Batman and Robin would be back in a few hours after patrolling and Barbara would simply die from embarrassment if they saw her in her natural state.

To pass the time, Barbara watched the many screens on the bat-computer that monitored nearly ever corner of the city. Batman had installed tiny cameras all over Gotham, hiding them in places no one could reach or see. Not only was it a good way to scope out areas for crime, but it also served as a great way to watch the team from the safety of the batcave. Barbara was currently looking at a screen that had Robin standing a top a building, surveying for crime. The camera was pointed behind Robin, which Barbara didn’t completely mind.

“Nice buns, boy wonder,” she chuckled while ogling Bruce Wayne’s young ward’s buttocks. Even though she hadn’t been on a date since starting her super hero career, Barbara still retained a healthy libido that was currently red hot now. With normal boys hard to date with the whole midnight crime fighting, Barbara had looked at the men she worked with as potential suitors. Her eyes had first settled on the caped crusader and her mentor, Batman. He was handsome, rich and had that older man feel that made school girls squeal. Barbara would of probably made a pass at him if wasn’t as stiff as a board. When she looked at Batman, she saw a lone wolf. Sure, he let Robin and her be his sidekicks, but that was for professional reasons, he needed someone to help him fight crime and they volunteered. All Batman could think about was crime fighting, something that Barbara also felt passionate about, but not enough to go celibate for.

The other option was of coarse the boy with the buns of steel, Robin. The boy was young, but that didn’t mean Barbara couldn’t rule him out as a potential boy friend or at least a boy toy. She knew that he had the hots for her because of a certain incident a few months back. She had been fighting Clayface, when her costume had been cut open by a flying shard of hardened clay from the mud criminal. Her top split open, displaying her breasts for both Robin and Clayface to see. The next few minutes she pounded on the clay monster for embarrassing her until he slithered into a sewer drain to escape her rage. When she had checked up on Robin, he had been frozen stiff and was looking at her strangely. At first Barbara had no idea what was wrong with him until she noticed the large bulge in his pants. He might have been a preteen boy, but Barbara was still flattered by her reaction.

They hadn’t talking about that night since, but Barbara knew that if she asked Robin to be her boyfriend his answer would be a emphatic yes. However, Barbara wasn’t certain she wanted to date a boy so much younger then her. With her choices between a solitary crime fighter and a horny kid sidekick, Barbara was pretty desperate to find anything or anyone that could stifle the growing lust in her body. A girl could only go so long without feeling another person’s touch before losing their mind. What she wanted was a young stud that could help her relax after a hard night of crime fighting. A strong shoulder she could lean on for support and feel happy with when she was out of her costume. But most of all, she wanted someone to make her feel sexy and have some naughty fun with.

Sighing in frustration, Barbara watched the computer, now moving off Robin and his sweet ass to check out the cameras in the warehouse district. She may be stuck in the batcave, half naked, weighing hundreds of pounds and horny as hell, but she still had to find Harley and Poison Ivy. She had to do something or she was going to get crazy from being cooped up in the cave. Right now, she’d kill for some action, both sexual or physical.