Batgirl

Batgirl stood before the sleek, mirrored wall in the Batcave's lounge, the soft glow highlighting the familiar midnight blue of her Batsuit. But tonight, her focus wasn't on the tactical aspects of the suit at all.. Her gloved hand hovered instead, brushing against the curve of her ass. She kept lifting and releasing her ass cheeks subtly, a low grumble escaping her lips.

"Ugh," she muttered, frustration lacing her voice. With a sigh, she whipped out her phone, one hand resting on her hip as the other fumbled with the camera app. She angled the phone strategically behind her, snapping a quick picture of her backside in the mirror. The image filled the screen - the tight fit of the Batsuit arund her cheeks, the way it accentuated her figure now more than ever.

And that was exactly the problem.

Lowering the phone, Barbara sighed again, a hint of exasperation in her blue eyes as she turned to face emma. "I swear, I can't tell if the camera's making it look bigger or smaller," she said, tossing the phone onto the nearby couch with a light thud.

"And that's just the problem," she continued, pinching the bridge of her nose with a gloved hand. "The suit's been… extra tight lately. Around my ass, I mean. Keeps riding up and giving me the worst wedgies. I definitely need a refit, but…" she trailed off, a blush creeping up her cheeks beneath the cowl. "It's just kinda… embarrassing, you know? Asking Bruce or Alfred to redo the suit just because my butt got bigger."

She kicked back against the cushioned seat, a playful yet defeated expression on her face. "Maybe I should just invest in some… enhanced padding for the back half. Bat-booty padding. Yeah, that sounds dignified.