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Cool. Glad you agree……..………

Yeah I should have been more specific. Basically it’s one person, theyre in diapers and they have multiple babysitters.

Idea, maybe when Alex gets off work and heads to M'Gann's place, M'Gann tries to "fix" Kara's mind with Alex acting as a calming presence for Kara, holding her hand?

Would you be interested in a specific type of harem rp?

Thank you, I try my best…………

Okay, I was bored, so I wrote this, consider it a “bonus chapter”

Since Barbara wanted to get back into crime-fighting, some training or a refresher course would be required.

Barbara stood in the room, dressed in athletic gear, a black tank top and leggings over flexible yet absorbent underwear. Her orange hair was tied back into a ponytail, keeping it out of her eyes, good girl.

Barbara made a joke when she got dressed. “With all the types of underwear I’ve got, I’m practicing a walking incontinence commercial.”
Dinah replied by telling her to save the jokes until after training.

“Okay, Barbara, we’re going to start off simple. I’m going to test your form and technique, hit the bag.”

Barbara rolled her shoulder.
“Got it.”

Dinah started the stopwatch, recording the session via video camera.

Barbara’s combat style had always been based on two main points, her gymnastic ability and her high school karate classes, mixed with a little bit of jiujitsu. Firm punches and hard kicks from a strong stance. The latter were a bit overshot, understandable considering Barbara’s only recent revitalisation of her lower half.

Barbara stood on one foot for a pair of hard kicks, but wobbled a bit, causing her to stumble off balance but deliver a haymaker to the bag.

Canary kept watching before clapping her hands to get her student’s attention.
“Okay, that’s time. Your punches are in great form, kicks are a little overshot but that’s to be expected, I noticed jiujitsu, some karate and a bit of dragon style kung fu.”
Barbara wiped some sweat from her brow.

“Yeah, self defence classes, started when I was six. Got taught some wheelchair martial arts by Richard Dragon.”

Canary nodded.

“Alright,” she handed a water bottle to her friend, “cool yourself off, then we get into weapon training.”
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Barbara had never been much of a weapons fighter when she was Batgirl, she was punching and kicking, with the occasional gadget use like a batarang or a grapple gun for a clothesline.
She swung with the wooden sticks, quick strikes against the target, yet no less forceful than a damn good punch to the cheek. If she was going to be a Batgirl again, maybe she consider a personal weapon. The sticks were good, but maybe a Bat-Tonfa?

She’d deal with it later.

A few more practice stances and strikes later, Barbara strapped them away to her belt.
“You’re doing great for a first lesson, then again, you are Barbara freaking Gordon.”
Barbara rolled her eyes with a faint blush of pride.

“Don’t get all soft on me, Canary. It’s hardly professional.”
Dinah chuckled.
“Not a chance, Babsy. This just means I can skip the easy lessons. We’ll have you sparring with me before you know it.”

Dinah patted Barbara’s shoulder.
“Now, go hit the shower and grab some lunch.”
Barbara rolled her eyes.
“Yes, mom,” she complained with sarcastic wit.

Side note, I realise now we probably could had a scene before the Baby-Bat suit where Canary soars with Barbara to tear her muscle memory. Ah well, live and learn.

Hey, DC fun fact: They Belfry, an abandoned clock tower that acts as Oracle’s typical base of operations, has a hologram training room with databases for all sorts of opponents. So, theoretically, as part of Barbara getting more comfortable with herself, she could get dressed in her batsuit, fight Holo-Joker, and work out all her aggression. Coping mechanisms come in all sorts/

Alright super, just clarifying that she’s part of his multiple caretakers.

I also think Mitsuki could take care of Katsuki as well