It had been a couple of days since you ordered your own personal Batgirl and you are growing anxious waiting for your purchase to arrive. When you were going through the options you were tempted by the optional modifications you could have made. You could have made her ridiculously huge chested slut or a submissive sex slave, but honestly you wanted to get as close to the comic book counterpart as you could get. Besides since Batgirl is a comic book character, she is naturally endowed and a sexy as hell redhead.
The company said Batgirl would show up randomly and while she was programmed to be attracted to you and that she will never decide to leave, you still have to seduce her when she shows up. The sales representative basically said just go with the flow when Batgirl shows up.
The sun had been down for a few hours and you pretty much gave up on Batgirl showing up tonight, when you hear a knock at your back patio door. The knock was light and you almost didn't hear it. Curiously you get up from the couch in the living room and walk towards the kitchen.
As you enter your kitchen you're startled to see Batgirl on the other side of the sliding glass door, not because of who it is but because she is laying unconscious on your deck.
Quickly you rush outside and bend down to see why she is like this, and immediately see a long bloody gash running across her costume covered stomach, and a smaller bloody gash on the outside of her right thigh.
Your startled out of your examination when all of a sudden you hear a faint cough and look up to Batgirl's cowl covered face.
"Help me," Batgirl manages weakly looking into your eyes before slipping into unconsciousness.
For a moment you are caught off guard by the whole event but then spring into action. Carefully you place your arms underneath her back and legs and pick her up. You are quite surprised at how light she is, the right weight for an 18 year old her size but not for one who is an android you think.
With a careful pace you take her inside and into your bedroom, placing her gently on your bed. For a moment you wonder what you should do when you remember that she the technology inside her is almost human like, and that the company said you should treat her as such.
With that matter settled you go into your bathroom and grab your first aid kit and then go back to stand next to Batgirl on the side of the bed. You lean down and visually examine her wounds, they don't look too deep and you think it was just the shock and slight loss of 'blood' that made her lose consciousness. Still you know the wound needs to be cleaned and sterilized, and to do so that means her uniform is in the way.
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