Saint Anky Clinic, Gotham City
"I don't know about this, Barbara. I just don't know," Jim Gordon spoke to his daughter, inside her recovery room at Doctor Harris' clinic. He was pacing back and forth, while Barbara relaxed in a wheelchair, "Don't you think this is too soon for something like this. An interview on national television? Obviously, you're not at full strength yet and I don't want you to attract any unwanted attention from any of those lunatics that might try to prey on someone in your condition."
"Dad, we both know who you mean," Barbara retorted, rising up from her wheelchair and walking over to her father. She still wore the rubber tights from before and the Gotham City Commissioner couldn't believe how well she was maneuvering in them and on her sky-high heels thanks to her shortened tendons. Barbara gave her father an endearing hug before finishing her point, "I've been assured by the network that security will be top-notch, and I'm sure I can get my dear-old-Dad to supply a few trustworthy police officers as back up."
"But Barbara..." Gordon said, but he didn't have a chance to finish his sentence.
"Dad, I'm going through with it. This was a medical miracle that Dr. Harris performed and the word needs to get out that paralysis can be cured. I can't just think of myself in this situation. The world needs to know about the work she is doing," Barbara sincerely spoke, "You would want to know if someone else had the procedure. Dad, you'd want to know if something like this was possible."
Jim Gordon gave a long, drawn out sigh. He paused for a moment and then looked at his daughter and smiled, "You're right. Of course you're right, Barbara. But I am going to talk to whoever is in charge of security for this interview and have armed police officers on the premises. No questions asked there."
Barbara held her hand up in the air like she was taking a sacred vow and smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it."
It was then that Commissioner Gordon's phone chimed. He looked down and read the text, his face scrunching up in frustration at what he saw. He then turned back to Barbara and rubbed the sides of her arms before saying, "I'm sorry, honey, but I need to get going. I'll make sure to stop by again when I can. Just know that I'm proud of you, and that your mother also sends her love. She's hoping to visit you soon."
"Tell her I say hi, too, and that I love her," Barbara smiled.
"Oh, and next time I visit, we're going to have a talk about that new hair color. Maybe your dear old Dad can talk you out of going on national TV with that mess on your head, huh?," Jim said, pointing at Barbara's now deep burgundy locks. He was only half kidding of course, and his normal gruff features softened into a cheerful grin.
"Dad!" Barbara gasped, and then shooed him out, telling him that he had more important things to worry about than his adult daughter's choice of hair color.
Commissioner Gordon then made his way out the door, almost colliding with Dr. Harris in the process. The doctor had been making her way into the recovery the same moment Barbara's father was leaving, and the Gotham City police commissioner was quick to apologize to the African American doctor and was soon thanking her over and over again for all the work she had performed on his little good. In the background, little to the Commissioner's knowledge, Barbara callously rolled her eyes at his outpouring of thanks to her surgeon. When the man finally left, Dr. Harris and Barbara watched him stride down the long hallway until he turned the corner to leave the building. It was only when both women heard the rough crackle of the microphone attached to Dr. Harri's white lab coat, and the voice of the security guard informing them that the Commissioner had left the building that they felt free to relax and lower their cheerful act.
"Ugh! I thought he would never leave!" Barbara exclaimed, immediately pulling the good doctor in for a deep, long kiss on the mouth. She then eased the white, cotton lab coat off the doctor's body. The former Batgirl tried to fight back the disgusted sneer that was on her face the entire time her hands had to touch the all-natural fabric for her lover's sake, but clearly wasn't very successful.
"I know," Dr. Harris pouted mischievously at her patient's scowl, "but, seriously, turn that frown upside down, slut! It doesn't suit the new you," the chocolate beauty purred, reaching out and giving Barbara's nipples a slight twist through her own painfully boring top. "While you were talking with Daddy Dearest, I received an invitation for the two of us to attend a private party..." the sexy physician trailed off, giving Barbara a knowingly look, "The hostess is one of our sisters in service of the Rubber Queen."
"Mmm, that sounds divine, Doctor," Barbara sighed, slowly stripping off her plain clothing for her 'Doctor Feelgood's' appreciation. Once free of her boring, old wardrobe, Barbara ran her hands up her sides to then cup her naked tits, squeezing them together playfully. She then looked up to the doctor, batting her eyelashes seductively, "So, my Doctor Feelgood, just whom is our hostess to be?"
"Vicky Vale," Doctor Feelgood answered, "she's also the one whom will be interviewing us for the media, and..." Again for dramatic effect, Feelgood let her lover wait on her words, "she's sent us both a special outfit for the party! So, come, my dear," the medical professional declared, suddenly pulling her young lover into a strong embrace, giving her a quick kiss as extra incentive, "Let us be dressed and properly made-up! For I am taking you to the ball!"
Barbara's eyes widened with twisted excitement as she allowed herself to be led away from the recovery room by her doctor, a content smile playing on her lips. It occurred to her that she had promised Nightwing that they would share a very special breakfast the next morning and Barbara couldn't wait to fuck Dick for all he was worth and begin his own indoctrination into the Rubber Queen's perverse court. That was tomorrow, though, and Barbara was very much a creature of today, or rather tonight now. She would go to this party and meet the TV personality, Vicky Vale, a woman she had seen many times on the nightly news but had no idea had also been ensnared into being a devoted slave of her majesty, The Rubber Queen. And yet, Barbara thought, the more the merrier! Barbara was a complete genius of a woman and had figured out not long after her own enslavement to the Rubber Queen that none of them had fallen into perversion willingly, but she thanked her Rubber Queen every single day for enlightening all of her fellow subjects in the Rubber Kingdom on the perverse pleasures of rubber, latex and complete servitude to her most glorious and twisted highness!
At the very thought of her two favorite things to wear and the woman that had introduced her to such fetishes, Dr. Feelgood ushered Barbara into another room where her outfit for the night was hanging up. The young woman giggled excitedly, unable to hide her arousal from the thought of how she would look in such a delicious outfit.
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