As Batgirl feels the tension between you growing, she decides to take matters into her own hands... quite literally. With a quick move, she reaches back and unclasps her utility belt, letting it fall to the floor with a satisfying clatter. Her fingers work quickly at the clasps of her top, revealing more and more of her MASSIVE FAT ASS as they give way.

Trembling, Batgirl took the clothing you'd retrieved and slowly pulled it on, still feeling the aftereffects of your possession course through her body. "I-I don't understand what just happened..." she managed to get out between shaky breaths.

As she finished dressing, she glanced around for any sign of Evil or her stolen costume. "We need to find Evil and get my costume back," she said firmly, trying to regain some semblance of control over the situation. "

"Right," you nod, still looking a bit dazed. "Let's find Evil and get my costume back. We can worry about everything else later." Batgirl puts on a brave face, trying to ignore the lingering effects of your possessive behavior on her body and mind. She takes a deep breath and leads the way through the city streets, searching for any sign of their adversary.

"Really?" Batgirl asks, feigning surprise as she props herself up on her elbow to look down at him. "You don't think I need more...training?" She runs a teasing finger along his lower lip, leaving a trail of warmth in its wake.

Her heart races with anticipation, wondering what else this strange encounter might lead to. Perhaps they could become partners in crime-fighting...or something even more intimate.

Batgirl giggles as Jonathan pulls her on top of him, straddling his waist. "Four whole days, huh?" she teases, running her fingers through his hair. "I think I can handle that challenge."

She leans down to press a soft kiss to his lips, letting the heat build between them once more. "But first," she murmurs against his mouth, "how about we take a little break to recover our strength?"