Ultra Wide Oracle (Caption Story)

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It had been a few years since Barbara Gordon had been put in a wheelchair by the Joker. Since then she had taken on the role of Oracle, the Bat Family's computer expert and information broker. She spent most of her free time in the Batcave being bored in the time between the dramatic big adventures, having little to do aside from hack mainframes and improve her computer networks, which is a lot less exciting than it sounds. To ease the boredom and stress of her new life, she took to overeating the high calorie and high protein foods that Bruce kept stocked at Wayne Manor.

In a short amount of time her body soon swelled in saggy, plump rolls of flesh. Her fat form grew so large and indistinctly shaped that she began to resemble a giant, flabby potato of a woman. Her belly grew so large that it constituted at least close to half her total body mass and her legs became so entrenched in adipose tissue that they wouldn't be able to function properly even if she still had use of her lower limbs.

One night, as she was slurping down an entire gallon of half melted ice cream, an alert telling her the Riddler had just committed a robbery and she contacted Batman and Robin while they were on patrol.

"Bruce! The Riddler just robbed Gotham City Bank! You need to get there as soon as..."

A loud cracking emerged from underneath her causing her to pause midsentence.  Without warning, her reinforced wheelchair broke apart beneath her, the third one to do so to date. She was fine, her extra padded bottom protected her from harm, but she unable to pick herself up off the ground.

"Barbara? What was that?" Batman said over the radio.

"I'm fine! I just... dropped something. Nothing to worry about. You and Damien need to get to the bank as soon as possible!"  Barbara said over her still functional chair monitor before abruptly ending the call.

Barbara quickly sent a private message to Alfred to come help her up and to bring a new wheelchair from the storeroom. Unfortunately for her, Alfred had the evening off and there was no guarantee that he would get there before the judgmental Bruce or the mocking Damien arrived from their nightly patrol. Until then, she could do nothing but sit there among the rubble and eat whatever snacks laid within arms reach.