When Starfire hovered above Gotham, Batgirl and Starfire argued over their approach to handling the annoyed opposition together. It was hard for Starfire to be patient, and she didn't listen to Batgirl, instead charging in immerdiately starbolting and firing harmlessly against their enemies. She was caught off guard by the harsh discipline she received from Batgirl .

The Gotham night was thick with fog, the kind that clung to the skin and made every breath feel heavy. Starfire hovered above the rooftops, her glowing green eyes scanning the city below. She was restless, her energy buzzing beneath her skin like a trapped hummingbird. Behind her, Batgirl moved with precision, her dark silhouette blending into the shadows.

“Kori, stay focused,” Batgirl said, her voice low but firm. “This isn’t Tamaran. Gotham’s criminals don’t fight fair.”

Starfire turned, her fiery hair catching the faint glow of a distant streetlight. “But Barbara, I can feel them. They are close. I can end this quickly.”

Batgirl’s jaw tightened. “We follow the plan. No deviations. Got it?”

Starfire frowned, her lips pressing into a pout. “Yes, Batgirl,” she said, though her tone lacked conviction. She floated down to the rooftop, her bare feet touching the cold surface with a soft thud.

The two women moved in silence, the tension between them palpable. Starfire’s impatience was a living thing, radiating off her in waves. Batgirl could sense it, and it made her uneasy. She trusted Starfire’s strength, but her impulsiveness was dangerous. Gotham didn’t forgive mistakes.

They reached the edge of the rooftop overlooking a dilapidated warehouse. Below, a group of armed men unloaded crates from a truck, their voices muffled by the distance. Batgirl’s eyes narrowed as she assessed the situation.

“Five armed guards,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “We need to take them down quietly. No unnecessary risks.”

Starfire nodded, but her eyes were already glowing brighter, her hands beginning to crackle with energy. “I will—”

Before Batgirl could stop her, Starfire shot into the air, her body illuminated by a blazing aura. She unleashed a barrage of starbolts, the bright blasts lighting up the night. The men below cried out in shock, scrambling for cover.

“Kori! What the hell are you doing?” Batgirl shouted, her voice sharp with frustration. She leapt into action, grappling down to the ground as bullets ricocheted off the walls. The plan was completely compromised.

Starfire landed in the middle of the chaos, her fists crackling with energy. “I am ending this, Barbara! They cannot hurt anyone now.”

Batgirl ducked behind a crate, her mind racing. She needed to regain control of the situation. She threw a batarang at one of the guards, disarming him with a sharp hit to the wrist. “This isn’t how we do things!” she snapped, her voice cutting through the chaos.

The fight was over in minutes, the men subdued and groaning on the ground. But the damage was done. The warehouse was lit up like a beacon, and sirens wailed in the distance. Batgirl turned to Starfire, her expression hard.

“Get. Us. Out of here,” she said, her voice ice cold.

Starfire hesitated, then flew to Batgirl’s side, wrapping her arms around her. They shot into the sky, the city below a blur of lights and smoke. When they landed on a distant rooftop, Batgirl immediately stepped away, her arms crossed over her chest.

“What were you thinking?” she demanded, her voice rising. “You could’ve gotten us both killed!”

Starfire’s glow dimmed, her shoulders slumping. “I… I did not think. I only wanted to stop them.”

“That’s the problem! You don’t think. You act on impulse, and it puts everyone at risk.” Batgirl’s voice softened, but the anger was still there, simmering beneath the surface. “I can’t keep cleaning up after your mistakes, Kori.”

Starfire’s eyes filled with tears, her hands clenching at her sides. “You are right. I was reckless. I put you in danger, and for that, I am truly sorry.”

Batgirl sighed, running a hand through her hair. “Apologies aren’t enough. You need to learn from this.”

Starfire hesitated, her gaze dropping to the ground. “Then… discipline me.”

Batgirl blinked, caught off guard. “What?”

Starfire looked up, her green eyes intense. “On Tamaran, when a warrior endangers their comrades, they are disciplined by their leader. It is a way to ensure they do not repeat their mistakes.” She took a step closer, her voice steady. “I need this, Barbara. I need to feel the consequences of my actions.”

Batgirl stared at her, her mind racing. The idea was absurd, but there was something in Starfire’s expression—genuine remorse, a need for absolution. She exhaled slowly, her resolve hardening.

“Fine,” she said, her voice firm. “But this isn’t Tamaran. You’re not going to like it.”

Starfire nodded, her hands trembling slightly. “I understand.”

Batgirl gestured to a nearby crate. “Over there. Bend over.”

Starfire obeyed, her movements slow and deliberate. She leaned over the crate, her hands gripping the edge. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mix of anxiety and anticipation coursing through her veins.

Batgirl stepped behind her, her gloved hands resting on Starfire’s hips. She hesitated for a moment, then reached for the hem of Starfire’s skirt. “This is going to hurt,” she warned, her voice low.

Starfire closed her eyes, her breath coming in shallow gasps. “I am ready.”

Batgirl pulled the skirt up, revealing Starfire’s bare skin. Her hands lingered for a moment, the cool night air brushing against the exposed flesh. She placed a firm hand on the alien’s lower back, steadying her, feeling the tension in her muscles. Starfire’s breath hitched, her body trembling slightly under Batgirl’s touch. “I’m going to make sure you remember this,” Batgirl said, her voice low and steady. “Every bit of it.”

Then, without warning, she brought her other hand down in a sharp, stinging slap. The sound echoed across the rooftop, crisp and unmistakable. Starfire’s entire body jerked forward, a gasp escaping her lips. Her hands clenched the edge of the crate, knuckles whitening as she tried to steady herself. The impact left a faint pink mark on her skin, a stark contrast to the pale orange glow of her alien complexion.

Batgirl paused, her gloved hand hovering in the air. She watched Starfire closely, noting the way her shoulders tensed, the way her breath came in uneven gasps. “You’re not going to move,” Batgirl said, her voice firm. “You’re going to take what you deserve.” She brought her hand down again, this time with more force. The slap landed with a resounding crack, and Starfire let out a muffled cry, her body shuddering under the impact.

“This is for putting us in danger,” Batgirl said, her voice steady but edged with a mix of anger and concern. She struck again, the sound reverberating in the quiet night. Starfire’s back arched, her breath catching in her throat. The sting was sharp, radiating through her body, but she remained in place, her hands gripping the crate tightly. “You could have gotten us both killed,” Batgirl continued, her voice rising slightly. “This is for not thinking.”

Another slap, harder than the last. Starfire’s body jolted, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her skin was now a deeper shade of orange, the marks from Batgirl’s hand clearly visible. She could feel the heat building, the pain mixing with something else—guilt, maybe, or relief. She deserved this. She needed this.

Batgirl paused again, her hand resting lightly on Starfire’s back. She could feel the tension in her friend’s body, the way she was fighting to stay still. “You’re doing well,” Batgirl said, her voice softening slightly. “But we’re not done yet.” She brought her hand down one more time, the impact sharp and unrelenting. Starfire cried out, her body trembling as tears welled in her eyes.

“You need to understand, Kori,” Batgirl said, leaning closer, her voice calm but firm. “Your actions have consequences. This is how you learn.” She placed a hand on Starfire’s shoulder, offering a moment of comfort before retreating. “Now, let’s make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

The sound echoed across the rooftop, followed by a gasp from Starfire. Her hands tightened on the crate, her body tensing. Batgirl watched her closely, waiting for any sign of resistance. But Starfire remained still, her head bowed.

Batgirl struck again, the impact harder this time. Starfire shuddered, a soft whimper escaping her lips. Her skin was already turning a deep shade of orange, the contrast stark against her glowing aura.

“And this is for not following the plan.” Another slap, harder than the last. Starfire let out a quiet moan, her grip on the crate tightening.

Batgirl continued, each strike deliberate and measured. She watched as Starfire’s skin flushed, the alien’s body responding to the punishment with shivers and gasps. It wasn’t just about physical pain—it was about accountability, about teaching her to think before she acted.

Batgirl paused, her hand hovering above Starfire’s reddened skin. She could see the guilt in her friend’s posture, the way her body seemed to sag with the weight of it. She placed a hand on Starfire’s shoulder, her touch gentle but firm.

“Good,” she said. “Now, let’s make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

The next strike landed with a resounding smack, and Starfire let out a choked cry. Her body arched, her hands scrambling for purchase on the crate. Batgirl could feel the tension in her muscles, the way her body vibrated with every hit.

“Barbara—” Starfire gasped, her voice breaking.

Batgirl leaned down, her lips close to Starfire’s ear. “You’re going to take it,” she whispered, her breath warm against her skin. “Every last one of them.”Batgirl’s hand came down again, the sharp crack reverberating through the quiet night. Starfire’s body jerked forward, her breath hitching as the sting intensified. Her skin was now a deep, fiery crimson, the glow of her alien complexion muted by the punishment. Tears streamed down her cheeks, her grip on the crate tightening as she tried to endure the pain.

“You have to learn, Kori,” Batgirl said, her voice firm but not unkind. She struck again, the impact echoing across the rooftop. Starfire cried out, her body trembling under the force. Her breathing was ragged, her chest heaving with each gasping sob.

Batgirl didn’t relent. She continued the discipline, each strike deliberate and unyielding. She watched as Starfire’s body reacted, the way she shivered and arched, the way her voice broke with every hit. It wasn’t just about the pain—it was about teaching her the gravity of her actions, making sure she understood the consequences.

“Barbara… please,” Starfire whimpered, her voice trembling. Her hands had lost their grip on the crate, her body sagging under the weight of the punishment. Batgirl paused, her hand hovering above the alien’s crimson skin. She could see the tears streaming down Starfire’s face, the way her body shook with each ragged breath.

“Are you going to remember this?” Batgirl asked, her voice low but steady. “Are you going to think before you act next time?”

Starfire nodded frantically, her voice barely above a whisper. “Yes… I promise.”

Batgirl exhaled slowly, her resolve softening. She knelt beside Starfire, her gloved hand gently touching her back. “Good,” she said softly. “That’s all I needed to hear.”

For a moment, they stayed like that, the tension slowly ebbing away. Then, without a word, Batgirl pulled Starfire into a tight embrace. Starfire clung to her, her body still trembling, the warmth of the hug offering a small comfort. Batgirl held her close, her hand running soothingly over her back.

“You’ll do better next time,” Batgirl whispered, her voice firm but gentle. “I know you will.”

Starfire nodded against her shoulder, her tears soaking into Batgirl’s cape. “I will,” she whispered. “I swear it.”

Starfire slowly sank to her knees, her glowing green eyes locked on Batgirl’s. The pain still radiated through her body, but it was tempered by a sense of gratitude—and something else, something deeper and more urgent. “Thank you, Barbara,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady. “For helping me learn. For taking control.”

Batgirl’s breath hitched, her gloved hands twitching at her sides. “Kori, what are you—”

Before she could finish, Starfire leaned forward, her hands moving to the clasp of Batgirl’s utility belt. Her fingers worked quickly, the buckle coming undone as she set the belt aside. Batgirl’s heart raced, her mind torn between protest and something else she couldn’t quite name. “Kori, this isn’t—”

“Let me show you my gratitude,” Starfire interrupted, her voice low and warm. Her hands slid up Batgirl’s thighs, the material of her suit smooth against her fingertips. She paused, her gaze seeking permission, and when Batgirl didn’t pull away, she moved closer. Her lips pressed against the fabric of Batgirl’s suit, soft and tentative at first, then more insistent.

Batgirl’s gloved hand instinctively tangled in Starfire’s fiery hair, her body trembling as the alien’s mouth found her through the suit. Starfire’s lips were warm, her breath hot, and the sensation sent a shiver up Batgirl’s spine. “Kori,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, caught between warning and encouragement.

Starfire didn’t stop. Her hands gripped Batgirl’s hips, steadying her as she worked her way up, her lips and tongue exploring with a mix of reverence and hunger. Batgirl’s knees weakened, her other hand gripping the edge of the crate for balance. She tried to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, soft and breathless in the night air.

“You’re… too much,” Batgirl whispered, her voice strained. She looked down at Starfire, her mask hiding her flushed cheeks but not the intensity in her eyes. Starfire met her gaze, her lips parting as she shifted her focus, her tongue tracing the seam of Batgirl’s suit with deliberate slowness.

The rooftop seemed to vanish around them, the city’s sounds fading into nothingness. All that remained was the electric tension between them, the unspoken words and the heat of their connection. Starfire’s hands tightened on Batgirl’s hips, her movements growing bolder, more urgent, as if determined to convey every ounce of her gratitude and devotion.Batgirl hesitated for a moment, her breath quickening as Starfire’s gaze burned into her. Then, with a swift movement, she reached for the zipper at the neck of her suit. The sound of it sliding open was barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She pulled the suit down, letting it fall to her waist, her skin exposed to the cool night air. Starfire’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the sight of Batgirl’s bare body.

Without a word, Starfire leaned in, her lips brushing against Batgirl’s stomach, soft and reverent. Her hands slid around Batgirl’s hips, pulling her closer as her mouth moved lower. Batgirl’s gloved fingers tightened in Starfire’s hair, a choked gasp escaping her lips as the alien’s tongue found her. “Kori…” she whispered, her voice trembling.

Starfire didn’t respond with words, only with actions. Her tongue moved with a slow, deliberate rhythm, exploring every inch of Batgirl’s sensitive flesh. Batgirl’s knees buckled, her body leaning heavily against the crate as waves of pleasure rolled through her. She clenched her teeth, trying to stifle the moans that threatened to escape, but it was no use. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her hands tightening in Starfire’s hair.

“You’re… incredible,” Batgirl managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. Starfire hummed in response, the vibration sending a jolt of electricity through Batgirl’s body. Her movements grew more intense, more focused, as if she were determined to bring Batgirl to the edge and beyond.

Batgirl’s back arched, her head falling back as the sensations overwhelmed her. She could feel the heat building, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter until it finally snapped. “Kori!” she cried out, her voice echoing across the rooftop as she reached her climax. Her body trembled, her knees giving out completely as she collapsed against the crate.

Starfire held her steady, her hands warm and reassuring as she guided Batgirl through the aftershocks. When the tremors finally subsided, Batgirl sank to the ground, her breath coming in shaky gasps. Starfire knelt beside her, her green eyes filled with concern and something else—something deep and unspoken.

“Thank you,” Batgirl whispered, her voice soft but sincere. Starfire smiled, her fingers brushing against Batgirl’s cheek.

“Always,” she replied, her voice warm and steady.Batgirl quickly pulled her suit back on, the cool night air brushing against her flushed skin. As she zipped it up, she turned to Starfire, who was still kneeling beside her, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Come here,” Batgirl said, her voice gentle as she opened her arms.

Starfire didn’t hesitate. She moved closer, wrapping her arms around Batgirl and resting her head on her shoulder. They stayed like that for a few moments, the sounds of the city below fading into the background. The warmth of their embrace was a stark contrast to the cold Gotham night, and for a brief moment, everything felt right.

“I mean it, Barbara,” Starfire said, her voice soft but firm. “The next time you slip up, I’ll be the one giving you a spanking.”

Batgirl chuckled, the sound low and warm. “Is that so?” she asked, her gloved hand running through Starfire’s fiery hair. “I’ll have to make sure I don’t give you the chance then.”

Starfire tilted her head, her green eyes gleaming with mischief. “We’ll see,” she said, her tone playful but with a hint of promise.

Batgirl smiled, but she didn’t respond. Instead, she gave Starfire one last squeeze before standing up, offering her hand to the alien. “Come on, partner. We’ve got a city to protect.”

Starfire took her hand, allowing Batgirl to pull her to her feet. “Always,” she said, her voice steady and filled with determination.

Together, they stepped to the edge of the rooftop, the city spread out before them like a sprawling maze. The fog had lifted somewhat, revealing the twinkling lights of Gotham. Batgirl glanced at Starfire, her expression serious. “Remember, we stick to the plan this time.”

Starfire nodded, her glowing eyes meeting Batgirl’s. “I promise.”

With that, they leapt into the night, their silhouettes blending into the shadows as they resumed their patrol. The tension from earlier had melted away, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and an unspoken understanding between them. Gotham was a dangerous place, but together, they were ready to face whatever it threw at them.

After Starfire puts her and Batgirl in danger on patrol, she submits to a spanking from Batgirl, starting a new dynamic in their relationship.

Sparks Under Cover of Fog

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