“He is starting to come around,” a woman’s voice called, “Vital signs are stable and coming up.”
“His lips are still blue,” Steph’s voice spoke.
“His ears are flushing,” another girl said.
“They do that,” Barbara snickered, “There that’s his wake up twitch!”
Dick’s eyes fluttered open, he was in the Batcave’s infirmary. The pattern of that overhead lamp was burned into his memories from having to lay there too many times. Barbara was on his right, right above his elbow…
“Babs…” Dick punched her on the chin, “That’s for tasing me in the head repeatedly!”
“Ok,” Barbara came back from the sucker punch, “I deserved that.”
Dick grabbed her shirt and pulled her down for a kiss.
“That’s for waking me up,” Dick said.
Dick looked around him at the gathered individuals. Next to his head was an older Cassie Cain, then Barbara, an older Stephanie Brown, next to his feet was an unfamiliar red head, at his feet was a grown up version of that squirrel kid, then a dark haired young woman he didn’t recognize, a woman in a S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform and Carol Danvers. With the exception of the woman in the full Shield catsuit all of the young women around him wore grey skin tight sports shirts with an Athena head on the shoulders and various logos on the front.
“How are his vitals doctor?” Carol asked the woman in the full Shield uniform.
“Very good Captain Danvers,” the doctor replied.
“What’s going on?” Dick asked, “what about the plague?”
“Man Breaker burned out,” Barbara looked away, “A lot of people died.”
“Yeah, it hasn’t been roses out there,” the Squirrel girl chittered.
“Dick,” Barbara put her hand on his chest, “When I knocked you out, you were already in the early stages of the plague. You were designated a survivor, so we put you in cryo-stasis. You have been asleep for about five years.”
“Bruce, Alfred, Tim?” Dick asked.
All of the Batgirls avoided his gaze.
“Jason?” Dick asked, “Damian?”
“We are sorry,” the dark haired mystery woman said.
“What happened?” Dick asked.
“Alfred refused all treatments, insisting that we save others,” Steph looked away, “Tim, Jason, and Damian, were already infected and didn’t survive.”
“Oh god,” Dick gasped, “What about Bruce?”
“When it became clear he was infected,” Barbara spoke, “He went and spent time with Selina before putting his suit back on and rushing off into the night.”
“He fought till the end,” the young red head spoke.
“Ok,” Dick reached to pinch the bridge of his nose, “And you are?”
“Caroline Kelley,” the red head said, “I was with him at the end.”
“After Damian and Tim went down,” Barbara spoke, “Carrie put on a Robin suit and stood up with us. With the emergency powers, she was federalized along with the rest of us… With the transition we all work for the United Woman’s council now.”
“OK,” Dick said, “Did shield take over Wayne Manor?”
“Not exactly…” Barbara skirked, “remember the papers I had you sign before I hit you? They came in handy afterwards in keeping certain people’s hands off the Manor…”
“Major Grayson!” an amazon in Shield tactical gear walked up, “The guards reported more rat attacks.”
“I’m a major?” Dick asked.
“Thank you Lieutenant,” Barbara turned and saluted the Amazon.
“Major Grayson?” Dick asked.
“We got the ‘death bed marriage’ recognized,” Danvers said, “A lot of people did that for real and a lot tried to scam the courts so they could claim other’s people’s stuff.”
“Bruce’s will left everything to you,” Barbara said, “And because you signed the marriage papers, I became your sole heir and legal representative. Because of that this is our home.”Barbara grasped Dick’s hand.
“Because so many men died,” Carol continued, “You were declared a high risk asset, Barbara was given command of a support staff, a security team and we were assigned to be your body guard unit.”
“I get body guards?” Dick was confused, “You know I was the original Boy Wonder and Night Wing, right? Heck I was even Batman for a while!”
“Right, for five years, you were a ‘Capsicle’ as Stark would say,” the squirrel woman said.
“Dick you remember Captain Danvers, alias Miss Marvel. This is Laura Kinney, the Wolverine’s daughter. And then there is Doreen Green, alias Squirrel Girl.”
“She grew up,” Dick noted.
“Five inches taller and twenty more pounds,” Doreen cupped her tits, “Most of it right here!”
“You girls have all grown up…” Dick noted, “So Batgirl, Batgirl, Batgirl, Robin, Squirrel Girl, Wolverine junior, and Miss Marvel. Can I get my Night Wing stuff or am I going to have to put on the Batsuit again?”
“For right now,” the doctor pushed him back down on to the hospital bed, “You get to put on pajamas and exercise cloths when we clear you for Vocation Rehab.”
“Hay, did it go alright or do I have to reconnect the Arc-Reactor to the Bio-diesel power supplies?” a Blonde said as she came up the stairs.
“Hay I know you…” Dick started.
“That’s alright, we have it under control. Thank you Sergeant Moore,” Barbara said.
“Miranda Moore?” Dick shouted.
“Yeah, not much work in being a celebrity so I got a new one as an Arc Reactor tech,” the former reality star shrugged, “I will be seeing you around Mr. Grayson. Major Grayson!”
“Laura take the first watch,” Barbara ordered, “We will be back with some food.”
Barbara kissed Dick before the gathered ladies left medical area.
*
Barbara led her team of superheroines up into the study and on to the dining room.
“So who do you think he is going to fuck first?” Doreen asked.
“That’s obvious,” Carol said, “but the real question is who is going to be second?”
“Carrie,” Cassie snapped, “Always redheads.”
“Yeah,” Barbara admitted, “Dick always had a weakness for red heads. How long before he will be ready to do his part in this operation Doctor?”
“Major I already have the Testosterone Boosters in his IV drip, he might be a few days before walking but by tomorrow night he will be ready to rut.”
“Well my honeymoon is long overdue,” Barbara said, “I am sure each of us can’t wait to have our turns with him.”
“I can’t wait to give him a piece of my tail!” Doreen shouted.
“Everyone listen up!” Barbara shouted as she entered the dining room, “Starting tomorrow, operation orgy is in high gear. We all need to make sure that whoever is at their prime time of the month, they are the ones in position to sleep with him! We all need to work together!”
“Does this mean that the French maid outfits are a go?” one of the house keepers asked.
“Alternate uniforms and special clothing is now authorized!” Barbara announced.
“Alright, Sexy Time!” someone in the back of the Dining room shouted.