Back for another fun chapter! More on the fluff side but still a bit of smut! A shorter chapter. I might be on a bit of a hiatus. Thank you for reading so far! Please review!

"Where is she?"

"She gave us the slip!"

"She was right in front of us DP!"

"Fine let's try this conveniently dark alley in broad daylight!"

They turned a corner into the spooky alley and found Batgirl fighting a group of thugs. Both Huntress and Deadpool were enthralled watching her take on all these grown men.

"Sure is limber."

"Wow! She's amazing," Huntress said, her breath taken away.

"It seems like the cinematography changes whenever she's around, brooding, gritty."

"I should really stop watching and do something," Huntress said, she looked over her childish arrows with the suction cup ends, embarrassed she came to this universe so unprepared.

Deadpool used the Slingshot ring to create a small portal, he reached his hand in and snatched something, Huntress could hear a very audible, "HEY!" Deadpool pulled a satchel of arrows out of the portal and handed them over.

"But these aren't mine."

"Trust me he doesn't need them," Deadpool winked.

Huntress got ready for action, bow ready, she tested the sharp tip of one of the steel arrows, "Wish me luck!"

Deadpool remembered an important nugget of information, "Oh! Batgirl doesn't kill!"

"What?" Huntress realized she would have to water down her attacks like Wolverine in the early X-Men, little bloodshed as possible but maybe still kill a hapless guy or two that gets in her way.

"How long are you going to stare at her ass for?"

Huntress tensed up, she got moving, but she knew she wasn't as young or as fast as Batgirl, she was at least 19, likely a gymnast of some sort, who was to say, no one knew where Batman found these kids. Huntress hadn't done as much hand to hand combat thanks to her booming standup career but she was still able to do high kicks and really send these dudes flying. She grabbed one guy that couldn't stop laughing at her costume and tossed his ass in a dumpster. Batgirl did a summersault in the air and did the splits, knocking out two big lugs.

"Whoa."

Batgirl finally noticed her and stepped over the heaps of henchmen to talk to her, "Hi, there. Have I seen you around before?" Her voice, she sounded so sweet and innocent, Huntress couldn't bear it.

"Yes!" She said, unable to control her voice, "I mean...," she tried overacting in her gravelly voice, "I have seen you around."

She smiled, like nothing was off about her, "Huntress, right?"

Her eyes widened, she didn't think she'd even know her by her preferred name, "Correct."

She did something crazy, she removed her mask, she didn't think she would, she never did, Huntress was so taken by her beauty, her long wavy blonde hair bounced about, Batgirl ran her fingers through it and gave it a shake. She was in some ways a little like Cassie Lang only more skilled and muscular, in so many ways like a Valley girl.

"Aren't you going to take off yours?" Huntress forgot she was even there for a moment, "I mean you must be sweaty with that on."

"I'm...I'm good."

"Wow, thanks for helping me out back there," she said, looking over the broken and bruised men.

"Looked like you had it handled though."

"Hey, I never say no to a team up. I'm Samantha by the way."

"You're telling me your secret identity?"

She shrugged, "You don't seem like the kind of person to use that against me. What's your name?"

"Huntress," she answered deadpan.

Samantha laughed, "No, your real name, silly."

"Huntress."

Samantha realized this was a losing battle, "Ok, you don't have to tell me. I know a lot about you from the big guy."

'Big guy?' It took Huntress a second to realize she was referring to the one that started the whole Bat trend.

"Oh? What does he think of me?"

"Well, he told me if I ever saw you not to trust you."

Huntress felt something bad in the pit of her gut, "Oh, do you believe him?"

Samantha paused and scratched her chin, "Well you do seem pretty dangerous but you don't seem like anyone that belongs in Arkham."

Huntress realized she had to address the elephant in the room, "So what brings you to this universe?"

Samantha smirked, "That's kind of top secret. How about you?"

Huntress cleared her throat, "Also top secret," she could feel her heart racing, it was the way Samantha's eyes weren't just looking at her but in her, like she could somehow know what she was thinking.

"That outfit is so adorable on you."

Huntress knew she was blushing so hard just then, she wanted to tell her this wasn't her normal choice of clothing but all she could do was trip over her words, "Um, really? Oh, thank you. You look great."

"This suit is great and all but honestly I can really start to feel it at the end of the day."`

She stretched, showing how skin tight it was, it was armored too so that had to weigh her down quite a bit in a fight, Huntress almost gasped when she pushed up her breasts, "Not a whole lot of comfort here either," she giggled.

"Yes. I wouldn't imagine," Huntress knew it wouldn't be right to try and fool her with the whole Snyderopania, Samantha seemed so cool, "You know, at the end of every battle I always check for any injuries, normally I do it alone after I've left a scene but you know since we're both here how about we check each other for anything?"

Samantha wasn't sure. In public? Middle of the day? She wasn't about to strip out of her whole suit, "I don't know..."

"Just the boobs?"

Samantha found that so funny, but she saw how concerned the woman was about her well being so thought, 'Hey, why not?'

"Awesome. It would be smart to have a quick look over."

"Yeah, let those puppies breathe, right?" Huntress realized that was something dumb that Deadpool might say.

She couldn't believe Samantha was actually going ahead and doing this, she watched her unhook something in the front, her bat insignia opened up and there were her delightfully proportioned breasts in a sports bra, Huntress could feel sweat trickling down her forehead. Samantha took off her bra and showed no shame showing them to this woman she just met.

"Well, there they are."

Huntress couldn't look away, she had these dark red nipples, they were perky, not surprising for someone as young as her, "Do you think they're ugly? I always thought my left one was bigger than the other."

"They look perfect."

Samantha was wondering what the plan was, if Huntress was going to just stare at her for forever, "So are you going to check?"

"What?" Huntress gave her head a shake, "Right."

She didn't understand why she felt so weird about feeling her boobs, wasn't like this was the first time, but she was different, she was special. Huntress moved her hands in nice and slow and felt up the blonde. Huntress checked them over, lightly squeezing them in her hands, being as clinical as possible, she heard Samantha gasp, "Sorry, hope my hands aren't cold."

"No, just not really used to getting a physical I suppose," she giggled.

"Well, I must say these are the nicest I've seen."

"Batman told me that I'd probably fight better if I had smaller breasts. I don't know, I mean it really hurt when he said that, I've known him for a while now but he just came out and said that like it was nothing. Honestly I have wondered about it since he's said it. They're like these useless weights on my chest. Maybe I should consider reduction surgery."

Huntress was taken aback, "Why would you do that? I mean...he's a man! What the hell does he know? It's your body."

Samantha liked talking about this with her even though it was in awkward circumstances, "You are so right."

"Never change who you are. I think you're perfect."

She liked pressing her thumbs into them, she massaged them, smooshing them into each other, she liked watching the excitement in Samantha's eyes.

"So, are you going to whip out yours?"

"Huh?"

"For me to examine, silly," she giggled again, more infectious this time.

"Oh, right. Yes," Huntress was feeling especially shy even if not too long ago she was naked with three other women in an orgy. She was careful pulling down the front of the clown suit.

Samantha's eyes bugged out, "Oh, wow! Hubba-hubba!"

Huntress turned bright red, "Oh, thanks."

"Wow, not to be rude but I always think I have it rough trying to do anything with mine but you're a real hero."

"Gee, thanks but it takes more than double Ds to fight crime!" She knew that was also something Deadpool would say but Samantha liked it well enough to laugh.

Huntress wasn't used to someone being so thorough, she hardly ever went to a doctor or had examinations so having someone look over her body like this made her a bit self conscious. Samantha was actually rougher, not as delicate as Huntress had been to her, she squeezed and nipples and stretched them a little, never asking why; could it be that she was onto her? She gave her breasts a shake and concluded by weighing a boob in each hand, going up and down simultaneously with both hands one after the other.

"You're looking great. No bruises or bumps. Just a nice pair of air bags."

Huntress laughed, she didn't feel as awkward. Samantha covered her breasts back up, Huntress was disappointed the fun was cut short, she thought she had to go on her way for something much more important than her.

"So, hey, wanna come with me? I still want to explore this city."

Huntress wasn't sure she heard her right, "Wait, really?"

Samantha smirked, "Sure, come on, hop on," she got on her motorcycle and patted the back of the seat, "Oh and you may want to cover up first."

Huntress realized she still felt quite the breeze on her chest, "Oh," she pulled the front of the suit back up and joined Samantha, not sure where they were headed.

Deadpool looked over some pictures he took, hoping he'd have some seriously awesome pictures for a nudie collection he was starting, he needed to squint to see some of the goods, "Dang, why are some of the best parts always blurry? Come on, Disney, they're not even your properties...yet."

He would need to figure out where his companion was headed, was kind of rude to just leave him after showing her around and getting her laid.

To be continued!