"Batgirl: The Xenomorph Embrace" ( DC Universe x Alien Crossover)

Batgirl's hands trembled as she reached for her utility belt, fingers closing around the length of high-tensile rope she kept for grappling and restraint. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears, louder than the distant sirens of Gotham below. Logic told her to run, to escape while she still had the chance—but something deeper, something primal, kept her rooted in place.

The Xenomorph loomed before her, its elongated head tilting slightly, as if observing her actions with eerie curiosity. Its glossy exoskeleton shimmered under the dim rooftop lights, its unnatural stillness more unnerving than any threat she had faced before. Yet, despite its fearsome presence, Batgirl felt no immediate danger.

With slow, deliberate movements, she wrapped the rope around her waist and the Xenomorph's towering frame, securing herself against its impossibly smooth, cold body. The creature did not resist, nor did it react aggressively. Instead, it remained motionless, watching her with that unreadable, alien intelligence.

Batgirl's breath hitched as she pulled the last knot tight, the fabric of her suit pressing against the unyielding exoskeleton beneath her. She was bound to it now, her body pressed close against something wholly inhuman, something that shouldn't understand her actions—yet somehow, she sensed that it did.

She tilted her head up, her lips parting ever so slightly in silent invitation. A shiver ran through her as the Xenomorph's breath, if it could even be called that, ghosted against her skin.

The creature moved. Its massive head lowered, and once again, its secondary mouth extended with eerie precision.

Batgirl's pulse raced as the inner jaw neared her lips, the coolness of it a stark contrast against the warmth of her breath. This time, there was no hesitation. She remained still, her mouth open just enough to allow the alien contact she both feared and craved.

The touch was light at first—a strange, careful pressure that sent a jolt through her body. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever known, an uncanny blend of foreign and oddly deliberate. The Xenomorph lingered, its inner jaw retracting slightly before pressing forward again, deepening the eerie connection between them.

Batgirl's gloved fingers clenched against the rope binding them together, her heartbeat a wild rhythm in her chest. Was this dominance? Curiosity? Something else?

The Xenomorph finally withdrew, its inner jaw retracting with a soft, wet sound. The absence of contact sent a strange ache through her—a yearning she couldn't quite name.

For a long moment, they remained like that—Batgirl bound to the creature, her breath uneven, her mind struggling to reconcile the reality of what had just happened.

The Xenomorph reached out, one clawed finger running slowly along the length of the rope, as if testing the strength of her bindings. Then, with effortless ease, it sliced through the fibers, severing the knot in one clean motion.

Batgirl stumbled slightly as she was freed, her legs unsteady beneath her. She looked up at the creature, expecting it to vanish into the shadows once more. But it didn't.

It remained. Watching. Waiting.

Batgirl swallowed hard, her pulse still racing.

She knew, without a doubt, that this wasn't the end.

Whatever had begun here tonight—whatever strange, terrifying bond had formed—was far from over.