Night had fallen in Gotham city. The criminals were coming out of their hideouts along with the superheroes that fought them. Every night when the sun drops, the criminals fill the streets, committing their heinous crimes and putting fear into the hearts of the innocent. It’s the superheroes job to stop these evildoers and give hope to those that need it the most. That was the way Barbara saw it and how she explained to Bruce why she should be out there fighting the good fight.

“No,” Bruce said again to his chubby sidekick for the tenth time. The millionaire was in his batsuit, ready to hit the streets with only his young male sidekick. Unfortunately, he couldn’t find Robin and Barbara wouldn’t allow herself to be put on the side lines. Glaring at her mentor, Barbara huffed crossly at him.

“I don’t see why I can’t patrol? So I’ve put on a few pounds and my costume is a little revealing, I can’t think of one reason why I can’t go out alone and try to track down Harley!” Barbara felt she was ready to go out, she had a new batcycle that could hold her weight, she was no longer off balance because of the weight and she was pumped up for a fight. However, Batman refused to let her leave the cave.

“I’ll give you three reasons,” Batman growled, annoyed that he had to have this conversation at all. He was the leader, Barbara was supposed to listen to him obediently, not second-guess everything he said. Batman started going down the reasons for Barbara to stay home.

“Firstly, you may not be unbalanced but your also not a third as quick or agile as you were before you gained weight. Secondly, you’re a huge target. All it would take is one criminal to have a gun and you would be a perfect target. Thirdly, we can’t risk the effects of Chemical V to cause you to lose control and eat someone. We don’t need a second cannibal running around.”

“You think I’d eat someone?” Barbara yelled, feigning outrage. Sure, she had eaten one criminal, but so what? The henchman she ate was a piece of trash and would have been in and out of prison until the day he died. By being Barbara’s food, he had severed his community by keeping her full and happy. Barbara didn’t regret her actions at all.

“I know you’d never intentionally eat someone. You have too much integrity and honor to do something so horrific,” Batman sighed and looked away from Barbara, missing the guilty look on her face. “But Chemical V has many strange properties, we have no idea what other effects it might have on your body and mind. I don’t want you to black out and wake up with someone digesting in your belly.”

“Batman, I’d never do that, no matter hoe messed up my mind was. Don’t your trust me?” Barbra placed her hand on Batman’s shoulders, trying her hardest to be as sincere as she could. She did feel bad for lying to Batman like this, but how could he understand the thrill of eating another person. Barbara had never enjoyed herself more then when she felt that unconscious henchman slide down her gullet. All that pleasure had erased any guilt she could ever feel over the act.

“I do trust you, but…” Batman closed his eyes, fighting down his emotions and trying to go about this rationally. Lately, his emotions had been guiding his actions more and more, and Barbara’s big pleading eyes were getting to him. He knew how she must feel, but for her safety and the cities, she had to stay inside. Batman tried to say that, but when the tears started to come, he broke down.

“Fine, you can look for Harley.” Barbara nearly leaped for joy, but before she could, Batman leaned forward and goy right in her face. “But if you get into any serious danger or feel strange in the slightest, you come back here. Got it?”

“Yes,” Barbara nodded, not putting up any fight. Batman was being lenient and taking a risk, he didn’t do that often and Barbara knew it. She would try not to disappoint him by hiding any evidence of misbehavior. Batman glared at her for a few seconds before whisking away, he had to prepare. Barbara slumped over and sighed, glad to no longer have Batman glaring at her.

“What’s up his butt?” Barbara muttered to herself. She scratched her own huge ass, feeling that strange itch return. After she got back from patrolling, she would have to see of something was wrong with her flabby glutes. Getting on the bigger, sturdier batcycle, she revved it up and headed out onto the street through one of the many hidden tunnels. Batgirl was going to find Harley, stop her eating spree and test her own limits of consumption. Harley was a big girl, it would take everything Barbara had to fit the massive overweight clown inside her stomach.