"We almost got our asses handed to us back there." the police commissioner started, turning towards Batgirl in appreciation of her efforts. "I gotta give it to you, we couldn't have done this without you."
"I'm glad I can help out, Commissioner." Batgirl said, "I'm beat though, I'd like to have a drink." she continues playfully. Swiping her right arm on her forehead as if brushing sweats, she notices the broken grappling hook on her gauntlet.
"You can remove the formality, just call me Jim, that's what the big Bat calls me anyway." Commissioner Gordon replied. "Would you like a ride somewhere? It's the least I can do after all the trouble you've gone through for the department."
Batgirl needing to resupply, "I'll have to take you up on that offer Jim." she paused, thinking of the closest secret hideout Batman installed throughout the city. "Can you please drop me off at a bar called the Stacked Deck?"
Jim knows that Stacked Deck is a bar popular with criminals, worrying about Batgirl getting tangled with criminals, "Hey, if you really want to drink..." Jim stopped, thinking of a way to convince the young woman to come with him. "...I have a mini bar at home, you can also rest there if you want."
Batgirl thinks about his offer, she figures that she might as well go with the Commissioner. She would get to visit her old home, to see how her father's doing, "Sure. I'd like to see what kind of place the commissioner of GCPD has." she replied.
Jim hocked, clearing his throat, "So, how old are you?" He asked. driving through Gotham traffic.
Looking at the boutiques straight ahead, "I'm twenty-three." she replied, not paying too much attention to him.
"Do you..." he paused, as if afraid to ask the question, his eyes wandering on her face, down her breasts, "Nevermind." snapping his focus back into the road.
Curious of what he was going to ask, "What is it? Just ask." now looking back at him as he caught her attention.
"D-do you have a boyfriend?" he finally asked.
Oh, that question, losing interest, she leans her head on the windshield. "No. I currently don't have one." she answered, looking through the window, reminiscing about the old suburban streets she used to play in.
Bingo! Knowing that she's single, he might get a chance with her.
"Here's my house." He says, shifting his transmission into neutral before pulling up the parking brake.
The house reeks of cigarette smoke and booze. Her old man must have been smoking even inside their house now. An almost empty glass of whiskey sat on the coffee table along with some empty cans of beer. He wasn't like this before but the stress of being the Commissioner of GCPD is taking its toll on him.
"Please, take a sit." He offered, pointing at a black leather couch. "Sorry about the mess." He adds.
She sits on the couch, "It's alright." she replied, her eyes wandering around the dirty place, noticing crumpled napkins next to what appears to be a pornographic magazine sitting on the coffee table. Gross. She thought.
"I've been living here by myself, since my daughter, Barbara left for the GCU." the Commissioner started, pointing at the picture of his daughter on the wall. "I can't make you a cocktail or whatever you youngsters drink now-a-days but would you drink whiskey?" pouring whiskey on a glass with a large chunk of ice.
Jim removes his necktie, unbuttoning two buttons from his shirt to expose his hairy chest a little to keep himself cool and comfortable.
"Sure." Replies Batgirl. "Your daughter is pretty." She adds. proudly complimenting herself and looking at her own graduation picture from Gotham City University.
"Heh, thanks. She got that from her mother." Jim taking a sip from the glass, handing her another. "You are beautiful yourself."
Barbara's cheeks blushing red as her father compliments her.
Commissioner Gordon sits on the same couch she is sitting on, with just a little gap between them.
They talked about random topics, from politics, their experiences and other subjects relating to Gotham or what kind of new freak supervillain might show up. All while Commissioner Gordon pours more liquor into the girl's glass whenever he notices it running low.
"You know, I haven't socialized with an intelligent woman in a while." the older man said, looking down sadly on his glass. "Come to think of it, I haven't been with company of a woman since..." he paused, contemplating his thoughts. "...Barbs left me." He finished, speaking of his ex-wife.
"You know," Batgirl began, as if sympathizing with him. "I haven't had a boyfriend in months."
Barbara realizing how lonely and miserable her father might have been. She took pity on her father, thinking of a way to relieve her poor old man. Maybe I can introduce him to one of Bruce's friends. She thought.
"Maybe we can be together." The Commissioner boldly said, touching Batgirl's cheeks, leaning forward for a kiss.
"Uhhh... Jim... we shouldn't..." Batgirl whispered, her words falling in deaf ears, their lips locking, his tongue searching for hers. She's now tasting his liquor-flavored saliva.
Barbara realizing very well what the Commissioner wants with Batgirl, she shifts her weight towards the Commissioner making him lay on the couch. Her kisses then went down to his chest, slowly unbuttoning her way down, proceeding her way to his abdomen and stopping at his crotch.
She doesn't know if it was the dry spells since it has been months since she slept with someone, or perhaps the fact that she's ovulating and she hasn't taken any contraceptive. Her libido is at its peak.
She unbuckles his belt then unzipping his pants. Batgirl removes her gauntlets along with her gloves and gently cupping the police commissioner's manhood. She reaches down his boxers and gently wraps her left hand to caress the shaft of his hardening penis.
Her eyes widening when she pulls his penis out of his boxers. His cock is possibly around 8-9 inches based on her own estimation. "Oh gosh, you're big!" She exclaimed, obliviously boosting his confidence.
Her expression made the old man smirk with pride and confidence but he worries that she might back out now.
"Are you sure about this?" Jim asked, looking down at Batgirl.
Batgirl just stares back at him, opening her mouth then sucking the head of his penis. Bobbing her head on his cock up-and-down, spitting on, then sucking his cock, her actions making loud slurping noise.
Batgirl's blowjob feels good. So much so that he feels the urge to relieve himself too soon. Not wanting to embarrass himself to the young woman, he decides to take a pause.
"We should probably go to my room," Jim offered, trying to defuse the building tension inside him that is wanting to explode.
The couple got up. Jim leading his prize back to his room.
She follows him only stopping briefly to look at a room with a pink door—Barb... her own room.