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The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual
activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by DC Comics. This
story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be
considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit
will be made from the distribution of this story.



Batman: Batgirl And Robin (mF,F-mast,oral,bond,voy,ncon,cons)
by Ann Douglas ([email protected])

"...and on the social scene, Gotham's best and brightest will be found at
the Gotham Civic Center later tonight for Mayor Caruso's Annual Children's
Benefit. The premiere event of the season, women the city over are still
vying for a last minute invitation to what promises to be the most exciting
night since..."

The voice of the radio announcer brought a cheerful smile to Barbara Gordon
as she again let the warmth of the overhead shower splash across her breasts.
Not only was she one of the fortunate few who would be going to the Mayor's
Benefit in a few hours time, she would be escorted by a member of the short
list of Gotham City's most eligible bachelors. - Edward Kendall. In fact,
when the current list had come out last January, Kendall's name had appeared
right below those of Isoruko Yamaguci and Bruce Wayne.

Edward Kendall was the rising star of the City Council. Well educated at the
finest schools both in this country and overseas, the 32 year old was both
handsome and charming. The great grandson of "Black Jack" Kendall, Gotham's
legendary turn of the century Mayor, Edward Kendall was expected to be a
front-runner in the next Mayoral election a mere two years away.

Running a soapy washrag between her legs, Barbara recalled her first meeting
with Ed a mere four weeks before. It had been a Friday afternoon and she was
waiting outside City Hall for her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon.
As was their custom, they were going to have an early dinner together.

Barbara was greatly surprised when Ed had come up to her and introduced
himself. She had seen him before of course, having attending many city
functions with her father. He told her that he was a big supporter of her
father and the job he'd done with the Police Department over the years.
When James Gordon had finally appeared and told her that he'd be unable to
have dinner, Ed had quickly offered to take his place.

Rising the last of the shampoo out of her hair, Barbara would've been hard
pressed to remember what either of them had for dinner that evening. All she
could recall of their first date was how deep were the blue of his eyes and
how he never seemed to take them off of her. That and the fact that he had
asked her out on a real date the following evening.

One date led to another and it wasn't long before Barbara's name was linked
to Ed's in the gossip columns. Truth was that the image of a couple didn't
really match the reality. It seemed like there was always something that got
in the way. As one of the city's shakers and movers, Ed Kendall was always on
24-hour call. Then there was of course, Barbara's somewhat unusual hobby to
add to the problem.

Given the current state of her personal life, again mostly due to the rather
unusual way the 23-year-old redhead spent most of her nights, the last month
had seemed almost like a dream. Barbara's last relationship had ended almost
nine months ago, her lover finally getting fed up with her many sudden
disappearances. She truly hoped that this time, the relationship would have
a more promising future.

Drying herself in front of the steam covered mirror, Barbara took a few
moments to take stock of herself. She carefully examined the tiny mound of
red hair she had so carefully trimmed before getting in the shower. If things
worked out this evening as she planned, Ed would have a more than ample
opportunity to appreciate her handiwork.

Next her attention shifted to the image of her upper body, particularly that
of her soft firm breasts. While not exceeding large, they stood on their own
without support and even she had to admit they were near perfect globes. She
played with the pert nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to
life. They had always been very sensitive and given her current state of
arousal, it took only a soft touch to bring them to erectness.

It had been quite some time since Barbara had enjoyed the feel of a man
tight against her. There was only so much satisfaction she could get from
her fingers or the small battery powered vibrator she kept hidden in her
night table. Lately it seemed like every sensual touch sent her hormones
raging.

Most people still tended to think of her as the skinny little girl who had
her nose buried in the books when she graduated High School five years ago.
The conservative wardrobe she wore as the Deputy Chief of Research at the
Main Branch of the Gotham City Library helped maintain that image. In
actuality, ever since her first day in College, Barbara had spent as much
time in the gym as in the library. The result being a lean yet muscular
athletic form. A form that unhappily, Edward had of yet only had a sampling
of. Hopefully, tonight that was going to change.

Remembering the limo ride home from the hockey game a few nights ago sent a
warm flush through Barbara's body. Ed had a passion for hockey that was
second only to his passion for politics. During the special exhibition game,
Barbara had watched the normally reserved Councilman jump and shout like a
little boy. It was a fire she was determined to keep burning as the night
went on.

It had been late and the night was warm. A few kisses quickly led to more
adventurous actions and it wasn't long before Barbara's dress was down around
her waist and Ed was partaking of her delights. Surprised to find herself as
horny as a high school girl, Barbara had her hand down his pants and was
unzipping them to demonstrate her oral skills only to be interrupted by the
loud chimes of his cellular phone.

A rather large water main break in his district had brought the evening to an
abrupt end; leaving a rather aroused Barbara forced to take of herself that
evening.

Smiling at herself in the mirror, Barbara was determined that tonight would
have a much different ending. And it wouldn't be in the back seat of a
limousine, no many how plush. She had already reserved a room for them at the
Carlton Arms, one of the finest hotels in the city. A late midnight dinner
with herself as desert.

"Babs, honey." the naked woman said to her reflection in a mirthful voice.
"You are definitely a woman who needs to get laid!"

Once in her bedroom, Barbara carefully laid out the gown she'd borrowed for
the evening. A stunning emerald gown, it was far more than she could've ever
afforded. It had been a gift from once of her closest and oldest friends,
Sara Lynn Collins.

The outfit was rather daring, and Barbara was certainly not was well endowed
as Sara Lynn. Still, it would make the most of what she had, especially after
her friend had it altered to fit her. Barbara had protested at first but Sara
Lynn had insisted. After all, it's not like I'm going to get any more
invitations to all those society functions, she had proclaimed. So if Barbara
didn't take it, it was going to wind up going to Goodwill.

Barbara smiled at the thought of this designer original handing on a dummy in
the window of a second hand shop. Sara Lynn would've done it too. She had
that kind of sense of humor. That's why they had been friends for so long,
ever since they had meet in freshman year of high school. In fact, it was
Sara Lynn who was responsible for her getting the coveted job at the Gotham
Main Library right out of college. Her father sat on the Board of Trustees
and wouldn't deny his little girl anything.

That was of course before Daddy's little girl had announced to the world that
she preferred other women to men, sending a shock wave thought their social
set. Most of her friends had deserted her, but Barbara had stood fast. A few
snickered that it was because the mousy librarian had her own lesbian
attraction to the knockout blonde. In truth, Barbara simply didn't see any
reason why she should lose so good a friend simply because she preferred
bedmates of the same gender. Mentally, she reminded herself to write Sara
Lynn a thank you note it the morning, letting her know how the night turned
out.

Laid out next to the sheer green outfit was a pair of the sexiest bra and
panties Barbara could find. They were expensive as well, but at least still
within her means. The bra, what little there was of it, would be near
invisible beneath her evening gown. The real benefit of it would be when
that dress came off. Likewise, the panties would barely cover even her
tightly trimmed red hair, not to mention the open slit in the center.

Putting on the lingerie, Barbara quickly realized that both pieces were as
fragile as they looked. As much as she had paid for them, they would probably
only last a single wearing. Well she thought with a smile, they only have to
last until morning. The smile turned to a wicked grin as she amended that
thought to only "halfway to morning."

"Beep ... beep ... beep ... beep ... beep..."

"Oh damn!" Barbara said out loud as the unexpected sound of her beeper
suddenly sounded from her night table. "Not now."

The Senior Administrator for the Library was away for the weekend and it was
Barbara's turn to be on call. Hopefully, it was something that a quick phone
call would take care of.

Quickly she crossed the room, picked up the beeper and looked at the digital
display. Her green eyes opened wide when she saw the message.

"Oh shit, not now!" she exclaimed.

In appearance, the small black beeper was like all the other Waynetech
pagers carried by the library staff. But if you were to take it apart, the
microcircuitry would tell a different tale. Aside from being coded to receive
messages for Barbara Gordon, a secondary circuit had been installed to allow
her to intercept messages sent on a private unauthorized frequency. Coded so
that only the recipient would understand the message, the translation sent a
chill through Barbara's near naked form.

For a second time she scrolled the message, until there was no way she could
ignore the meaning. It was an emergency signal. A simple two-digit code
followed by a set of coordinates. Built into the small unit was a receiver
for a global positioning system that was accurate to a couple of hundred
feet. What she found surprising was that the end of the message was missing.
There was no sender id.

"I guess it could be a mistake." The redhead said to herself, knowing full
well that she didn't believe it. It was just a failed attempt to allow her
keep the fantasy that her evening wasn't ruined for a few more seconds.

There was no question of her ignoring the signal. No thought that someone
else would surely respond. That decision had been made two years before on
the night of the annual Policeman's Costume Ball. The details as fresh in
her mind as they had been that cold night.

* * *

It was going to be a surprise for her father. It had started out as simple as
that. Image the look on the Police Commissioner's face when midnight came and
the mask of the girl in the Batgirl costume came off to reveal his own
daughter. Wouldn't that be something?

But fate had a way of intervening. Enroute to the ball she'd had car trouble
and because of it was a little late. She almost didn't notice the limousine
pulled off the road. When she did, there hadn't been any thought of ignoring
someone who needed help. She'd been brought up with a strong sense of public
service.

It turned out that the car wasn't broken down; it had been forced off the
road. Barbara had stumbled into an attempted kidnapping. Without a thought
for her own safety, the girl in the purple and gold costume jumped into the
fray. The hours spent in the gym and dojo paid off as she quickly dispatched
two of the five assailants. To both her surprise and relief, the intended
victim and his chauffeur suddenly came to life and overcame the remaining
thugs. Not the sort of thing she would've expected of a man of Bruce Wayne's
reputation.

Barbara couldn't believe the incredible rush she'd gotten during the fight.
That and the sense of satisfaction that she'd made a difference.

It brought to mind a night when she was 16 and spied into the library to
see her father conferring with The Batman. The teenage had been totally
infatuated with the dark cloaked crusader. He stood 6'2" with a physique
that no amount of Hollywood padding could duplicate. Barbara sat there in
the dark, listening to his deep tones. Her father had described The Batman
many times to her, but no description could match the reality. The people
of Gotham were of many minds about the Darknight, but no one could ever
question the fact that he did indeed make a difference.

The memory fresh in her mind, she didn't hesitate when the millionaire
playboy had asked her name.

"You can call me Batgirl." she'd said with a smile before disappearing into
the night.

Yet to this day, she had never really understood the silly smile on Bruce
Wayne's face as she said those words. It was as if he was enjoying some
private joke.

* * *

"Might as well get this over with." Barbara said to herself after pausing for
the few moments it'd taken for all those memories to rush through her mind.

The call to Ed Kendall had been both brief and loud. The Councilman was
somewhat unsatisfied with Barbara's statement that an emergency had come up
that forced her to cancel their date, and no she couldn't really explain what
the emergency was. During the brief conversation, Barbara got the distinct
impression that Ed was more upset that he had to go to the dinner solo rather
than being concerned that she had some sort of unknown problem. When his car
passed into a tunnel and cut off the cellular signal, Barbara let out a sigh
of relief. Tomorrow she'd make it all right again.

Dropping the phone back on the cradle, Barbara immediately pulled her city
street atlas off the bookshelf and opened it to the coordinates contained in
the emergency signal.

"Craig and Yvonne." she said to herself and a manicured finger traced the
outline of the intersection of the large map. "Only about a mile from here."

Leaving the book where it lay, Barbara quickly began to change clothes.
Already, her mind was shifting gears, putting her into what she always
referred to as her "combat mode".

Quickly replacing the delicate underwear with a solid plain white sports
bra and panties, Barbara walked up to the natural brick rear wall of her
apartment and pressed on a loose brick on the bottom row. With a soft
sliding sound of brick against brick, a small three-foot section of the
wall gave way. Behind it was a small room leading to an abandoned freight
elevator. When the building was built back in the 1920's, the first floor
had been a notorious speakeasy. The hidden room and elevator had been used
for storage in case of a raid.

About the size of a walk in closet, a function that later tenants had used
it for, it was just large enough for a small changing table. Hanging on a
hook on the wall was a modified version of that purple and gold costume
she'd worn to the costume ball.

Quickly she donned it, enjoying the feel of the soft lycra against her flesh.
The costume itself had been a gift from The Batman after she had helped save
the life of a visiting official last year. Identical to her original costume,
both the cape and key parts of the costume itself had reinforced sections of
a lightweight kelvar compound. As effective as the large bulky vests worn by
Gotham's Finest, the material was incredibly expensive. Barbara had once
figured it out and if she'd paid for the costume it would've been over five
thousand dollars. Stored in a footlocker under the table was a duplicate
suit. She sometimes wondered if Batman actually paid for the outfits or
someone made them for him free. Perhaps someone he'd helped at some time or
another.

Adjusting the gold utility belt around her waist, Barbara then reached for
her cowl, which rested on a Styrofoam head. Inside the cowl was a shoulder
length red haired wig, of a color just a few shades darker than her own
natural hair. Just another part of the illusion. Once that was securely in
place, she took a final moment to check her reflection in the full-length
mirror attached to the wall. Batgirl was ready to roll.

Closing the small brick door before heading down the freight elevator,
Batgirl took a fleeting last look at the unworn gown draped across her bed.

"Another night, Babs." she sighed to herself.

Two minutes later the Bat-Cycle roared into the warm night air, exiting
one of the maze of interconnecting alleys behind her building. Her gold
and purple cape flapped in the breeze as she headed toward the waterfront.
Batgirl loved the feel of the wind in her face, almost as mush as she
normally loved the vibration of the powerful engine between her legs.
Tonight, the oscillation only helped to add to her frustrations. Turning
into a side street, she tried to concentrate and focused her thoughts on
finding the source of the emergency signal. She suddenly remembered her
father mentioning that The Batman was out of town for a few days. Could
the signal be some kind of trap? Should she call for a police back up?

"I guess I'd better decide." she said to herself as she pulled her cycle to
a sudden stop.

Once, long ago, the neighborhood was a bustling center of commerce. That was
in the days when Gotham Harbor was filled with ships bringing goods to and
from the far corners of the globe. Now all that stood in mute testament to
those days were two long abandoned warehouses on opposite corners. Each had
a few lights showing through dirty windows. The signal could've come from
either one.

Pondering her decision for a few moments, Batgirl decided to check out the
situation before hitting the panic button. A faded sign over the closest
building read Pennyworth Imports, as good a place to start as any.

Cement blocks sealed the main entrance, so walking through the front door was
definitely out. Not that she had ever planned that approach. The four-story
building had a fire escape, but it looked too dilapidated to even hold her
weight.

"Guess I'll have to do this the hard way." Batgirl said to herself.

Removing a small but powerful air gun from her utility belt, Batgirl fitted
it with a grappling hook and silk line. A soft pop filled the air as a
powerful air cartridge sent the three-sided metal attachment high up into
the air until it cleared the upper ledge of the dark building. A quick pull
on the line sent the hook skidding across the roof until it attached itself
to a drainpipe. After a hard tug, which assured the purple suited heroine,
that it would support her weight, she took a deep breath and began to walk
up the wall.

Pausing at the first lighted window on the second floor, Batgirl glanced
inside - the room was empty. Quickly she moved onward and upward.

Batgirl had lost track of the number of windows she'd spied into over the
last few years of nocturnal patrols. How many windows and the secrets they
held. But among the hundreds, two would always stand out in her memory.

The first occurred only blocks from her own apartment. She was climbing
over the rooftops on Douglas Street when she realized she was passing the
apartment of her supervisor, Donna Latore. The temptation to look inside
proved too much to resist.

Imagine her shock when she spied three women lying nude on the living room
floor, hotly engaged in a demonstration of lesbian lust. It was all Batgirl
could do to pull herself away from the large bay window when she recognized
the graying woman in the center of the three-way as Donna. She had never
been able to look at her since then without having that image come to mind.

The second had been just a few weeks ago when she was crossing the balcony
of an exclusive west side apartment house. She'd spotted a figure in black
coming out of one of the other apartments and had taken off after him. At
first she'd only glanced inward for a second, but what she'd witnessed
caused her to stop and look again.

Sitting on the couch that faced the balcony doors was a boy who couldn't be
more than 16 years old. He was totally nude. Kneeling in front of him was a
gray haired, heavyset woman who was equally naked. Forgetting for the moment
all about the burglar, Batgirl watched for the longest time as the 40ish
woman took the boy into her mouth and performed an energetic oral act which
soon erupted in a messy climax. Then, her face covered with the milky white
residue, the woman kissed the boy hotly, replacing his now softening cock
with a more than eager tongue. Before vanishing in the night, Batgirl
couldn't help but note that both boy and woman bore more than a passing
resemblance to each other.

Only a week later, Barbara was reading the social pages of the Gotham Times
when she saw a photograph of both of them, this time impeccably clothed. The
caption read, Mrs. Diane Worthington, shown here with her son, Roger, was one
of the Mothers of the Year honored by the Daughters of the Revolution at
their annual awards dinner. It was almost a half hour before she could stop
laughing.

Her thoughts again turned serious as she neared the third floor and the
second lit window. Inside was a table covered with an empty pizza box and
several take out cartons. Not that unusual, it could belong to a watchman.
Some of these old building still had them to help prevent squatters.

That idea quickly faded when she saw the dark shape of an Uzi machine pistol
hanging over the chair. Not exactly standard issue for a rent a cop.

Batgirl jerked back and flattened against the ledge as a shadow passed across
the window. Her move was instinctive, sudden enough that she was sure she
hadn't been seen. She waited a few moments, then carefully peered inside once
more. There was no sign of the dark figure and the weapon no longer hung
across the back of the chair.

"Maybe I should call for that backup after all." she thought to herself.

Her hand slid down to the compartment of her utility belt to where she
normally carried her batcomlink. All she had to do was switch to the
secondary band and the police would also pick up the emergency signal she
broadcast.

"Oh shit!" Batgirl said to herself as she held the small transmitter in her
hand and pressed the transmit button.

Long seconds passed as she watched the LED display flash red instead of
green. The batteries were dead. She was on her own.

"Mother always said there'd be days like this." she said to herself in a
false bravado.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the caped woman pressed away from the ledge
and continued her journey upward. Her original plan still held, the best
place to enter the building would be the roof.

The lock on the roof door was so rotten that it only took a hard kick to
knock it open. Silently she made her way down the stairwell, taking a few
moments to familiarize herself with the layout of the building. This came
in the form of an old fire department evacuation plan that still hung in a
shattered case on the fourth floor wall.

The top two floors of Pennyworth Imports was all office space and from the
look of the layers of dust on the floor had been unoccupied for years. The
third floor, the one on which Batgirl had seen that shadow consisted of
one-room offices that lined a balcony set up. If you stood at the railing
you could look down at the vast open storage area of the first floor below.

Stealthily, Batgirl made her way around the balcony perimeter, staying low
enough so that she couldn't be seen from below.

Half way around the perimeter, Batgirl could hear the sound of voices below
her. They were too unintelligible to be understood, but gave her a direction.
Practically crawling, she moved toward them.

The voices became clearer and louder as she neared what had once been the
loading dock. Clearing the last corner, she was able to look down and see the
speakers.

"Robin!" Batgirl exclaimed under her breath as she spotted the red and green
figure handing from an overhead support beam.

The Teen Wonder was handcuffed and gagged, but he didn't appear to be hurt.
Batgirl removed a small pair of high-powered binoculars from her belt. The
glasses had been a gift from her father on her last birthday after she had
mentioned that she was planning to take up bird watching. As she brought the
expensive lenses into focus, Batgirl wondered if other crimefighters suffered
from lack of funds as often as she did.

"If I ever write my memoirs," she mused as the image cleared before her. "I
should call them How to be a crimefighter on a budget."

The image of Robin now closed to within a few feet, confirming her original
impression that he was unhurt. The crossbeam he was handcuffed to was just
high enough for him to be suspended two inches off the floor. Some sort of
soiled rag had been shoved into his mouth, cutting off any protests he might
have made.

Three women stood around Robin and Batgirl turned her attention to the
oldest. As her features filled her field of vision, she recalled an entry
from the bootlegged copy she'd made of her father's crime files.

"Ma Parker." she said to herself as she matched the gray haired woman with
her mug shot.

Searching her memory, Batgirl recalled some of the facts that appeared
beneath the mug shots of Sarah May Parker. Age 54, first arrested in 1960
for her involvement in the death of her husband Peter. Twenty-sex years her
senior, the well to do businessman had managed to sire two daughters before
he died from the bite of a poisonous spider. While she had managed to avoid
a conviction, it was enough for his powerful family to get her excluded from
his estate. In the town they'd grown up in, the law was whatever the powerful
Parker Clan said it was. Two months later, she'd appeared at the payroll
office of Parker Industries and robbed it at gunpoint. Over the next thirty
years she'd amassed a record that including armed robbery, kidnapping and
extortion. Eventually, her daughter's followed in her footsteps.

On her right and left stood younger women whose resemblance left no doubt
that they were her daughters. While Sarah May had been a rather attractive
young woman, transforming into a hefty older woman - both daughter's had
skipped right to that stage. Large breasted and husky, they looked like
either could fit right in with a gang of longshoremen.

Both were armed, as was Ma Parker. The short haired brunette on the right,
who Batgirl would later identify as Betty Sue, carried a sawed off shotgun
and a small snub nose revolver in her belt. Her sister, Mary Beth, preferred
the more powerful 45 caliber automatic. Slung over her shoulder, the long
haired sandy blonde carried a M-16. She'd spent 6 months in the Army before
being tossed out with a dishonorable discharged, taking from it a preference
to military hardware.

The absence of the Uzi she had spotted before reminded Batgirl that Parker
had later had a third daughter, one which would be in her early twenties
about now. She had to have been the shadow upstairs. Until she was sure where
she was, or unless she could get all four of them together, the crimefighter
would have to bide her time. Hopefully they wouldn't do anything that would
force her to move prematurely.

"For a punk kid, he really is kind of cute." Ma Parker said as she stood next
to Robin. "Wouldn't you say so girls?"

With loud laughter, both of them agreed.

"In fact, maybe I should find out just how cute he really is." she added.

Parker took a step closer, blocking Batgirl's view for a moment. At first,
she thought that the older woman was planning to unmask the Teen Wonder.
Then when she shifted, the mask was still in place. A look of concern filled
Robin's face and as Batgirl's magnified gaze dropped downward, she saw why.
Ma Parker had her hand down his green shorts.

"My, this is impressive." she said as she massaged his cock and balls.

Both daughters moved closer to get a better look, again temporarily
obstructing Batgirl's vision. By the time they moved, Robin's shorts were
down on the filthy floor and his rapidly enlarging cock was filling Ma
Parker's hand.

"This gets better and better." she quipped as she stroked the organ back and
forth. "I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you?"

Robin remained silent, but the magnified view in front of her told Batgirl
that as much as he was trying not to, he was enjoying it.

"I'd bet he'd tell you how much he enjoys it." Betty Sue said. "If Mary Beth
hadn't shoved those panties in his mouth when she tied him up."

"Hey, he's got nothing to complain about there." Mary Beth laughed. "He's
getting a real taste of honey. I wore that pair all week."

"And frigging yourself in them every night too." Betty Sue added.

"Hey, it was that or one of those oily rags from that barrel." chuckled Mary
Beth.

Imagining the residue all over those panties, Batgirl wondered if Robin might
not have preferred one of the rags.

"He may be the Teen Wonder." Ma Parker remarked. "But he's man sized where it
counts."

With than, the older woman bent down and took his now fully erect cock into
her mouth. Batgirl watched in fascination as his member slid in and out
between her lips. A quick look at the expression on his face attested to the
woman's oral skills.

In a way, it reminded Batgirl of the night she'd watched Mrs. Worthington and
her son. Robin might not be as willing a participant as Roger, but it was
obvious that he was enjoying it just as much. Listening to the cheers of the
two daughters, Batgirl also became aware of a dampness between her own legs.
It'd been quite some time since she'd had the taste of a man in her own
mouth.

Just then, Robin exploded, sending bursts of hot cum into Sarah May's eager
mouth. Joyfully, she let it fill her, using her tongue to savor the tangy
flavor. A large stream of whiteness spilled out over her lips and down her
chin. Letting his semi-hard cock slip from her mouth, she rolled her tongue
over her lips, licking them clean.

"Mmmm, the boy is definitely prime choice." She grinned.

"Look at that, he'd still got half a hard on." Mary Beth noted as she pointed
to Robin's cum covered cock. "I bet he's all ready to go at it again."

"That's why I like them young." Ma replied.

"I'm next!" Betty Sue called out.

"No way!" Mary Beth responded. "You always get to go next. Besides, I can
tell that he wants me. Don't you Robin honey? I bet you can't wait to taste
those pussy juices for real."

"Bullshit, if he hadn't been looking at my tits while I was changing, he
wouldn't have even gotten caught." Betty Sue countered.

Pulling her T-shirt up and over her bra-less mounds, she bounced them in
front of the captive Robin. Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a
38DD.

"This is want you want, isn't it Robin baby." she said.

"This could get ugly real fast." Batgirl thought. "If one of them decided to
end it with a bullet. I might not be able to wait for daughter number three."

Part of Batgirl's decision to rush into what might be a precipitous action
was the realization that despite the fact that the scene that had just
occurred could be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching it. In fact,
it had turned her on immensely.

A handful of small glass capsules filled her gloved hand, taken from one of
the compartments in her belt. Any advantage of surprise had to be pressed as
hard as possible. If daughter three appeared out of the woodwork, it could
all go so very wrong, so very fast.

Batgirl's body tensed as she slowly began to rise and counted off the seconds
until she would spring into action. If she could just get them a little
closer together.

"Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head and that'll settle it." said a
strong voice from the other side of the room.

Batgirl quickly dropped flat as the third daughter walked into the room.
Peering carefully over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival.

"Oh shit!" she gasped. "She must be at least six feet tall."

That was only where her astonishment over Ma Parker's baby daughter began.
She was six one to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a movie
star and body builder. With the best of both, the result was a powerful
muscular form. Her platinum blond hair was razor cut in an almost military
style. She was wearing cut off shorts and a tank top that seemed two sizes
too small. Firm hard breasts pressed against the too thin material, the
nipples visible even to Batgirl. Despite all of her training, Batgirl
looked like a skinny school next to her.

Watching the professional, no nonsense manner in which she walked across the
dirty stone floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most dangerous of the
three daughters. The black Uzi was slung over her shoulder, hanging within
easy reach.

"If you're through playing around, you might like to know that I checked the
upper floors and the buildings clear." she said as she neared the rest of the
group.

"You worry too much, Debbie Jo." Betty said.

"One of us should." Debbie Jo replied. "The little asshole here had a
transmitter in his hand when I caught him. He might've gotten off a signal
before I smashed it."

"If he did, this place would've already been crawling with cops." was Betty
Sue's retort. "Do you see any cops?"

The exchange just reinforced Batgirl's original assessment that next to Ma
Parker, Debbie was the most dangerous of the foursome. The other two
daughters were just muscle.

Batgirl couldn't get over how physically different Debbie was from her
sisters. Then she recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker's file.

It had been one of the most sensational crimes of twenty two years ago.
Harold Swartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films had disappeared
during a morning exercise run. For two weeks, the bulk of Gotham's Finest
had turned the underside of the city inside and out without finding a clue
as to the whereabouts of the former Mr. Universe. For all their efforts,
all they had to go on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene.
No ransom note, no demands, and no communications of any kind.

Then, following a lead turned up by then Lieutenant James Gordon, they had
finally found Swartzenberger. The star had been found nude, tied spread eagle
on a bed in one of the seedier hotels outside the city limits.

The actor was somewhat reluctant to say what had happened during the twelve
days since he'd vanished. Sarah May Parker, on the other hand, was more than
willing to proclaim to the world how she'd sucked and fucked the former
weight lifter all that time.

"Hell, sometimes we'd do it three or four times a day." she yelled out before
they slammed the door of the paddy wagon on her.

Unwilling to risk the damage to his career once the Hollywood tabloids got
hold of the story, Swartzenberger refused to press charges. Hopefully, most
people would just assume it was all a publicity stunt and ignore Parker's
story.

Unfortunately, those dozen days of passion had left Sarah May pregnant,
giving credence to her story. Sarah got child support and Swartzenberger's
career never reached it's potential. In all that time, he had never seen his
daughter.

"Hey Debbie, want a taste?" Mary Beth asked as she ran her finger along the
length of Robin's cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma Parker had missed.

"I'll pass." was Debbie Jo's curt reply.

"Don't know what you're missing." Mary Beth said as she slipped her finger
into her mouth and sucked it clean.

"I'll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there, dripping pussy juice you'd
be quick to lap it up." Betty Jo snickered.

"Maybe..." Debbie purred with a smile. "But I can think of a lot better
place to do it than a filthy dump like this."

The dual thought that such a phenomenal beauty such as Debbie was both into
woman and as such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed feelings. The
thought of her being in Robin's predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting
with the rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The thought of a sexual
encounter with the likes of Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to
consider expanding her sexuality. Of course that would be if she could
separate that perfect body from the person it contained.

Dismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl again jumped to her feet. In a
single fluid movement, she bounded over the railing and into the air. As she
flew, her hand swung around and sent the half dozen glass capsules ahead of
her.

"Robin ... Starburst!!!" she yelled out as she dropped over the railing, a
split second before the capsules detonated into an all encompassing
whiteness.

Controlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl was able to deliver the full
force of her 110 pound frame in one single blow. The impact point being the
center of Debbie's chest. The amazon hadn't been blinded like her sisters.
Unlike them, she had looked down not upward when she heard Batgirl's shout,
preserving her vision. Even now she was swinging the Uzi on her shoulder
into play.

Knocked backward into a support beam by the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip
on the Uzi and watched helpless as it flew across the floor. Her head banged
into the beam as well, causing a few moments of disorientation. Moments
Batgirl put to all too good use.

No sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl dropped to what looked like a push
up position. Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular legs around in
a wide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off her feet.

A partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her pistol from its holster and was
trying to take aim at the rapidly moving intruder. Try as she could, she
still couldn't differentiate between Batgirl and her daughters.

No such concern entered Betty Sue's mind. Although as visually handicapped as
her mother, she wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. Aiming in
the general direction of the blurry forms, she let off first one, then both
barrels.

A cry of pain filled the air as the spray of pellets found a target.

"I got them!" Betty cried out in triumph.

"You got me you stupid bitch!" came the reply.

Betty recognized the voice as belong to Mary Beth. Her sister had just leapt
to her feet after being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right into the
line of fire.

Even as Mary Beth again fell to the ground, this time clutching her left leg
in agony, Batgirl moved against Ma Parker and Betty. A hard tossed batarang
slammed against the side of Ma's head, bringing unconsciousness with it.
Betty joined her a few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right
hook and left cross combination.

Batgirl took a moment to breath, only to have it cut short as a strong arm
wrapped around her neck. Debbie hadn't been as stunned as she though and was
already pressing the attack. If was only a muffled warning from the still
bound Robin that gave her the precious second to protect her breathing
passage.

Locked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back with all of the strength. She
could tell it wouldn't be enough. Ma Parker's youngest was just too much
bigger and stronger. If only she could get a little more leverage. All she
needed was a small opening.

"I'm going to rip your fucking head off bitch!" Debbie said as she pulled
Batgirl backward.

She took another step back and then suddenly loosed her hold. Batgirl
immediately took advantage of her unexplained error and sent her right elbow
as hard as she could into the larger woman's chest. The blow was enough to
free her and she pulled out of the killer grip.

Spinning around to an attack position, Batgirl suddenly understood the cause
of her assailant's distraction. As they had moved closer to him, Robin had
swung up and wrapped his legs around Debbie's neck. He didn't have the
leverage to hold her, but as he pulled himself against her from the left
side, Debbie found her face pressed against his exposed crotch. The strong
pungent smell of his manhood and the taste of his cum stained cock against
her lips sent her into a panic. Instinctively, her only thought was to pull
away, ignoring the need to keep a tight hold on Batgirl.

Debbie grabbed one of Robin's legs with each hand and pulled them from around
her neck. She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth when she suddenly
remembered Batgirl. Too late she turned her attention back to her captive,
only to be met by a flurry of fists.

A brilliantly executed judo move sent the larger woman to the ground, face
first. Before she could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her arms
behind her as she slammed on a pair of strong steel handcuffs.

"You fucking cocksucking bitch!" Debbie called out over her shoulder.

A smile crossed Batgirl's face as she let out a deep breath of relief and
made sure that all four of her adversaries were indeed down for the count.
She found Debbie's curse somewhat amusing.

"Don't knock it unless you've tried it, honey." she said just loud enough for
Debbie to hear her.

"You're going to pay for this!" Debbie again cursed out as she struggled
helplessly against the bonds.

"Maybe, but now today!" was Batgirl's reply.

Checking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to find that she had only
superficial leg injuries. A few inches to the left and she'd have caught a
lot more than the edge of the shotgun blast. She pinned her hands behind her
with the same plastic restraints she'd used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue.

Using the handcuff key she'd found on Ma, Batgirl freed Robin from the
overhead beam. She tried not to watch as he composed himself but she had to
sneak one last look. The young man certainly was impressive.

Ten minutes later, a phone call for assistance caused the old warehouse to
indeed be swarming with members of the GCPD. Led by a cigar chomping Sgt.
Bullock, they quickly led an infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans.

"We found the Batmobile out back." Bullock said to Robin. "Looks like one of
the harpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs."

"Great." Robin muttered. "This night is getting better and better."

"Don't sweat it, kid." Bullock growled. "I've already talked to Chief O'Hara
and he's sending a flatbed truck over to take it to the Police garage over
on Barnaby Street. Batman left two sets of those special tires you use over
there just in case he ever needed them. They'll have you back on the road in
about an hour or two."

"Thanks." said Robin.

"Meanwhile, we'll be glad to give you a lift over there or down to Police
Headquarters." added Bullock.

"Nah, I'll get there on my own." Robin said in a tone that said he really
didn't want to be around the men of Bullock's Strike Force right now.

From the funny looks they had all given him, and the sly smiles on more than
a few faces, he knew Ma Parker had told them all about the blow job she had
given him.

"Suit yourself, kid." Bullock said as he turned and followed the rest of the
Task Force out the door.

Robin stood there a few moments. watching them leave. It had been one screwed
up night. And it wasn't going to be any better tomorrow night when Batman got
back and heard all about it. No one would have to tell him, it would be the
but of a dozen jokes in every police bar by midnight.

* * *

"I'd offer you a ride, but where could I take you." Batgirl said as she
stepped up to him.

"I guess we could always go out for Pizza." he quipped, trying to put his
worries behind him. "I haven't eaten since this morning."

"I do think we'd be more than a little conspicuous in these outfits." Batgirl
smiled, remembering that she too had missed dinner. "I guess there's always
takeout."

"I've got a better idea." Robin responded in a burst of sudden inspiration.
"Come on." he added as he headed for the Bat-Cycle.

"All right, were to?" Batgirl asked as she slid behind the handle bars and
motioned for Robin to squeeze in behind her.

"1939 Kane St." Robin said as he slid in behind her and put his arms around
her waist.

Again speeding though the night, Batgirl noticed that the vibration of the
cycle between his legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had on
her. She could feel his erect cock pressed up against her ass as he pressed
tight against her. She had to admit as she smiled under her cowl, it was a
nice feeling.

Pulling up to a long row of brownstones on Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in
front of 1939. It was only a half mile to her own apartment, a section of
old Gotham that had seen a new life with an influx of young urban
professionals during the last decade. A four story walkup, a sign in the
front yard identified it as being renovated by Waynecorp, a subsidy of
Wayne Enterprises.

"Do you live here?" Batgirl asked in a confused tone.

"Not exactly," came the reply from behind her. "It's sort of a safe house.
Better take the cycle around back."

Parking the gold and blue motorbike in the empty alley behind the building,
Batgirl watched as Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden behind the
garbage cans.

"That should hide it." he said, satisfied that it was hidden from casual
observers.

"I supposed there's a back door." Batgirl said as she looked up and down the
alleyway.

"Not exactly," Robin said as he pointed up to the overhead fire escape. "But
there is a back window."

"Right." Batgirl replied. "The story of my life."

It only took a minute for them to reach the third floor landing. Robin
paused at the large high window and reached into his utility belt for a small
electronic device. Batgirl watched as he activated it and then ran it along
the outside of the window frame. An audible click filled the night air as it
fpassed over the lock.

"It also deactivated the alarms." the Teen Wonder said in way of explanation
as he returned the small unit to his belt. "After you." he said as he pulled
open the window.

Batgirl's first impression upon entering the small three room apartment was
that she'd been there before. It was impossible of course, but it was all so
familiar.

"Well, what do you think?" Robin said as he closed the window behind him. "A
lot better than eating off the back of your bike."

"It's nice." Batgirl said. "You might find this funny, but I feel like I've
seen this place before."

"Deja Vu, huh." Robin laughed, as if he was enjoying some little joke.

With that he walked over to a small coffee table and picked up a small
neighborhood phone book. Opening it to the restaurant section, he scanned a
few ads.

"What do you feel like having?" he asked. "Italian? Mexican? There's a really
great seafood place about two blocks over."

"That'd be fine." Batgirl said as she picked up a small stack of mail by the
front door and examined it. Mostly it consisted of bills and such.

"B. Ward." she said as she read the name on the phone bill. "A friend of
yours?"

"Actually, that's the name of some second rate actor that was on this really
lame superhero show when I was a kid." he said as began to dial the phone.
"I found the name in an old TV Guide and put all the utilities in his name.
Couldn't really put it under Batman or Robin, could I?"

"I guess not." Batgirl mused.

A R.J. Nickels catalog resting next to the mail then caught her attention. An
identical mail order book had been delivered to her apartment last month. In
fact she'd been flipping through it just the other day looking for a new
sofa.

"That's it." she said to herself as she quickly flipped though the pages
until she came to the one she was looking for. "I don't believe it, you
bought the whole room."

Robin grinned as he looked at the two page photo in the catalog, identical
in every way to the room they were now standing in. Right down to the framed
pictures on the wall.

"It was easier that way, we have twelve apartments like this scattered across
the six boroughs." Robin explained. "Really didn't have time to shop around
and decorate them all."

Without realizing it, Robin had confirmed Batgirl's long standing belief that
Batman had to have a great deal of money behind him. A quick addition of the
prices in the glossy photo put the cost of just this room at almost six
thousand dollars. And they had twelve apartments like this. As Barbara
Gordon, Batgirl could just about afford the rent on her apartment, much less
pay for apartments that were empty most of the time.

The buzz of the intercom interrupted anything Batgirl might have wanted to
say. Robin walked over to the wall and pressed it.

"Seafood Delight." said the voice over the speaker.

"Come on up." Robin said.

"That was fast." Batgirl commented as Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked
the front door.

"I've ordered from there before." he explained. "They know the tip increases
the faster they get the food here."

"Another casual reference to being used to have money to burn." Batgirl
thought.

"If you'll wait in the other room, I'll pay for the food." Robin said as he
pulled a bathrobe over his costume and tightened the sash.

"Sure, no problem." she replied as she stepped into the adjacent bedroom.

Closing the door half way behind her, watched from behind as Robin removed
his mask and answered the door. If she stood were she was, she'd see his face
as he turned around. As simple as it would be to explain as an accident, it
wasn't something she could bring herself to do. Instead she stepped back into
the room and awaited Robin's call.

"Dinner's ready." the Teen Wonder called out.

"Page 215, I see." Batgirl said as she walked back into the living room.

"What?" a confused Robin said.

"The bedroom, page 215 of the catalog." she said.

"Oh yeah, right."

The two made themselves as comfortable as they could. Capes and gloves were
draped across the couch, utility belts piled on top of them. Sitting on the
floor, the food covered coffee table between them, they ate and discussed the
life of a crimefighter.

"Has anything like this evening ever happened to you before?" Batgirl asked
as she took a bite of her broiled shrimp.

Robin stopped in mid-bite. The expression on his face told her that she
might've made a big mistake asking that question. It was obvious that tonight
hadn't been the first time.

"I'm sorry, I really had no right to ask something like that. I was just
curious. I apologize."

Wiping the food residue from his face, Robin looked across the table into her
rich green eyes. He sat silent for a few moments and then said.

"Do you really want to know?"

Batgirl nodded in agreement.

Once he began, it was hard for him to stop. Batgirl was sure that this was
the first time he had ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his
career.

He told her of his loss of virginity to The Catwoman. Of his encounter with
Jessica Taylor, an encounter that had been repeated several times before she
moved to San Diego. He even admitted to a male experience he'd had when a
young thug had performed oral sex on him while guarding him when he'd once
been captured. Tied up as he had been, he really hadn't had much choice in
the matter.

Batgirl listened intently as Robin talked. She wasn't put off by his story,
not even his revelation of a same sex act. After all, more than a few times
lately she'd been wondering to herself that perhaps she was missing something
by not at least trying the charms of a Sapphic relationship.

What she found interesting was that in all his experiences, tonight included,
there was a aspect of submissiveness. Of a helplessness that increased his
sexual satisfaction. The look on his face as he talked mirrored that he
showed while tied up back in the warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker.

Batgirl could feel a renewed wetness between her legs as she visualized the
stories he had just told. She could only guess at what Jessica or his male
lover had looked like. The Catwoman on the other hand was a know criminal.
Batgirl had even encountered Selina Kyle after her return to Gotham and a
life of crime. In her skin tight catsuit, it wasn't hard to imagine what she
would look like naked. The image of that naked body atop Robin, riding him,
taking his cherry - fucking him - was almost too much to bear. She suddenly
realized that her breathing had become labored.

"Has anything like that happened to you?"

"What?" Batgirl said, her mind suddenly dismissing the sexual images that had
occupied it.

"I asked if anything like that had ever happened like that to you...?" Robin
repeated.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl was relieved to realize that
Robin hadn't noticed her state of arousal over his tale. If her costume
weren't so reinforced, she'd be afraid to stand up, sure that her pants would
be covered with a large stain.

"Once, in the very beginning." she began.

It wasn't a story she liked remembering, much less telling someone. But Robin
had bared his soul and she could do no less. It was funny but she'd never
considered the idea that a male hero could suffer sexual assault. Up until
this moment she thought it was something that only heroines had to worry
about.

It was only a few months after becoming Batgirl. She'd tried tracking down
The Joker, not realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of her league
she was. Of course she easily fell into his trap.

Bound to a gurney, rape was the furthest concern from her mind. The Joker had
a reputation as a homicidal maniac and Batgirl feared for the worst. It was
only when he dismissed his gang and climbed atop her helpless body that she
feared she'd be raped before anything else.

In her worst nightmares, she could still see the small chalky white cock,
surrounded by green pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants.
Straddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with it, masturbating it to
its full five inches. Barbara sometimes found it astonishing that at that
moment, on the verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse, she wondered if
his smallness was the result of the chemical bath that had transformed him
into The Joker. If so, that might've been enough to have driven him mad.

Bracing for the worst, she was confused when the tall man suddenly shot his
load, all over her large yellow bat-insignia. A chilling, echoing laugh
filled the air as he smeared the small residue across her lycra covered
breasts. Then without so much as another word, he jumped off her and left.

After she freed herself, a still trembling Batgirl had made her way home and
burned that particular costume in her fireplace. It was almost a month before
she could bring herself to put on her spare and venture out once more into
the night.

"Damn." was the only response Robin could think of.

Batgirl decided to change the subject. Reaching behind her into a small
pocket of her cape, she removed the handcuffs she'd freed Robin from earlier.
They were a real old pair, over sixty years old. She'd saved them to give to
her father as a present. He had a large collection of police memorabilia in
his house. There'd been a Gordon on at least one police force somewhere for
the last four generations. Barbara had broken the tradition, but somehow
she felt she was doing something better.

"Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble." Robin said, taking her cue to change
the subject. "I tried every thing I could remember Batman ever teaching me
but I couldn't get them loose. They're impossible to get out of."

"Click!"

Batgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held the opened cuff in her hand. It
had taken her less than thirty seconds to open them. The key was still in her
cape.

"I don't believe it!" Robin said in a shocked tone. "How'd you do that?"

Batgirl smiled a little brighter. Her little ruse had worked. Robin's mind
was now totally on the old handcuffs.

"Don't feel bad." she offered in way of apology. "There's a trick to it."

"What kind of trick?"

"Well here, I'll show you." she continued as she again manipulated the old
metal joints until they again popped open. "See, it's not all that hard once
you know how to do it."

Robin looked closely at the restraints as Batgirl went through it again, this
time a little more slowly. As before, they opened easily.

"Can I borrow those?" Robin asked.

"I was planning to give them to my fa...to a friend of mine. He collects
things like this. In fact, he was the one who showed me how to open old cuffs
like that."

Batgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to Commissioner Gordon's house and
seen the old collection in the study. Many nights when she was a child, her
father had explained the pieces to her and how they worked.

"I'll give them back, I promise." Robin said. "I just want to use them to run
a trap simulation when Batman gets back.

"A trap simulation?" Batgirl inquired.

"When ever one of us runs into a difficult trap, we do a reenactment to see
what weaknesses we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the future."

"That's an interesting idea." Batgirl noted. "Makes a lot of sense. Tell me
more about it."

"Well, if Batman were in town, we'd run it tonight while it was fresh in my
mind. But as it is, I'll have to wait until Monday to do it.

"You couldn't do it without him?" she asked.

"Well, I'm not supposed to do it without a spotter. Kind of like working out
with weights. You should have someone there in case something goes wrong."

"Hmm." Batgirl mused. "Would I do as a spotter?"

"I don't see why not?" Robin replied. "After all, you certainly did better in
the original than I did. But why would you want to go to all that trouble?"

"Well, first of all, I think its kind of an interesting idea. Secondly, I had
originally planned a pretty late evening so I didn't get up today until the
near side of noon. So it's either this, going out again on patrol or seeing
what's on the cable."

"Ok, if you really want to."

"Then it's settled." Batgirl smiled as she rose and took the paper plates
she'd been eating off of and tossed them into the trash. "How do we go about
this?"

"Well, normally, if it were possible, we'd go back to the original site."
Robin explained as he dumped his own trash.

"The only problem there is that it's still a crime scene and we might run
into some of Gotham's Finest or worse the Press." Batgirl added.

"Exactly." Robin agreed. "The second option would be to recreate it in the
Batcave."

"Then I guess the Batcave it is." concluded Batgirl.

Silence filled the air for a few seconds until Robin said in a almost shock
filled voice. "Take you to the Batcave?"

The tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that of a maiden who'd just been
asked to surrender her virginity to a stranger.

"Why, is that a problem?" she asked.

"No, I guess not." he replied somewhat sheepishly. I'd have to ask you to put
on a blindfold while we drove there. It's one of the rules."

"I guess I'm not driving then." Batgirl quipped. "No problem, I'm not afraid
of the dark."

"They should be done with the Batmobile by now, we can swing by the Police
garage and pick it up." said the Teen Wonder, a little more relaxed than
before.

"Good, lets clean up the rest of this and be on our way."

* * *

Propelled by the awesome power of the Batmobile, they soon left the city
behind. Speeding down dark country roads, Robin found himself stealing looks
at his companion every chance he could. At one point, they'd stopped at a
railroad crossing just outside of the city and Robin quickly lost himself
staring at her.

The blindfold hid her eyes, but Robin studied every exposed feature of her
face. The curve of her face, the soft pinkness of her lips, the blush of her
cheeks. Dropping his gaze downward, he examined the outline of her pert
breasts in great detail. Both Selina Kyle and Jessica Taylor had much more
impressive busts, but neither had ever occupied as much of his thoughts over
the last few years. The 17 year old couldn't begin to count the nights he'd
masturbated to her image.

His cock was so hard that it hurt, but he couldn't tear himself away from
her. Only an hour before, he had shared his most intimate secrets with her.
He hadn't ever told anyone what he'd told her, not even Batman. Had it been
his imagination or had she really been turned on by what he'd told her. He
couldn't be sure.

"Is something wrong?" Batgirl asked as she automatically turned to face the
Teen Wonder. "We've been standing still a long time."

"No problem." came the reply as he quickly shifted the car into gear.

The sound of airbrakes and a sudden deceleration told Batgirl they'd
arrived. She could feel the car turning on what she guessed was some sort
of turntable. Then the sound of the driver's side door opening and padded
footsteps rounding the automobile. Finally, the sound of her own door
opening.

"You can take the blindfold off now." Robin said as he opened her door.

Batgirl blinked a few times after she removed the blinder. The chamber was
dimly lit so it took only a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. Curious, she
turned a full three hundred and sixty degrees to take it all in.

A feeling of disappointment filled Batgirl as she took it all in. The chamber
was about the size of a small auditorium, with a small row of computers
against the wall. To the left she could see an auto maintenance area. Not
exactly what she expected.

"Let me get the lights." Robin said, a broad grin filling his face.

As Robin threw a large wall mounted switch, a loud clang filled the air.
Unseen banks of high powered lights exploded to life, banishing the
encroaching shadows.

"Omigod!" Batgirl gasped as the dark shadow she thought a wall vanished in
the light.

The room she'd been in had only been an antechamber. Beyond it was a vastness
she couldn't have imagined. The ceiling was almost beyond view, hidden in the
few shadows still remaining. From where she stood, Batgirl could see a scene
that looked like it had been lifted right out of a George Lucas film. The
cave housed a complete laboratory, including sections for chemical, forensics
and electrical analysis. A sophisticated array of computers filled an entire
section, all tied into giant fifty inch screens. Opposite them stood a vast
communications bank, monitoring the networks and a multitude of radio
frequencies. In the distance, Batgirl could see a trophy room, a fully
equipped gym, and living quarters.

"Unbelievable." Batgirl said as she finally took it all it.

"Well we call it home." Robin replied as he walked into the inner cave.

Robin quickly moved to the communications bank and pressed down on a small
intercom. Batgirl watched as a small red light came on in response to his
action.

"I'm down in the cave." he simply said. "Batgirl is with me."

"Understood sir." said a crisp English voice.

"Let me guess, that was the butler." Batgirl joked.

The sudden look of concern flashed across Robin's face. She had meant it as
a joke but had hit too close to home.

"I'll be right with you, I just want to check a few things." Robin said.

While she waited, Batgirl watched the six row bank of television monitors.
They were keyed into the three major networks, CNN, Gotham One and a local
station. On Gotham One, the city's all news station, Batgirl recognized the
backdrop of the Gotham Civic Center. Curious, she turned up the volume. She
recognized the woman with the microphone as Carol Wilson, the station's
society reporter.

"... the beautiful people have turned in force for the Mayor's benefit
tonight." Wilson said. "In fact, I think I see one of Gotham's best coming
up right now."

The camera zoomed over Carol Wilson's shoulder and focused on the couple
headed for a waiting limousine. Batgirl's eyes opened wide as she recognized
the handsome well dressed gentleman. Her eyes then tightened in anger when
she saw the woman on his arm.

"Councilman Kendall, how nice to see you again..." Carol began.

Whatever inane comments the high priced clothes horse made after that were
lost as Batgirl concentrated on the big breasted bimbo to Ed's left.

"I know her." she thought.

Then it came to her. That was Elizabeth David, they'd both gone to Gotham
State. Of course she hadn't had those massive breasts that she so prominently
displayed back then. Back then, her main asset had earned her the sobriquet
"Blow Job Betty."

"...and that's why it's important for all of us to lend the Mayor our
support for projects like this." Ed said as he answered a question. "Now if
you'll excuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the Carlton Arms."

"And a special desert." Betty giggled like a little girl.

"Carlton Arms!" Batgirl said in shock. "He's taking that bimbo to the
Carlton!"

A rage flushed through her body at the thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the
bed she'd reserved for Ed and her. How could that bastard do something like
that to her.

"Is something wrong?" Robin said as he reentered.

He scanned the overhead monitors, half expecting to see some disaster in the
making. Instead he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout babe.

"No, no problem." Batgirl said. "I just made a mistake about something,
that's all."

Shrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female counterpart into one of the
adjacent smaller caverns. Equipped as a combat training center, it was
relatively easy to set up the trap scenario. As they secured a crossbeam
in place and attached the old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn't help but
notice that Batgirl seemed much more distant than when they'd first arrived
in the Batcave.

"Are you feeling all right?" he asked.

"What?..." she replied, quickly shaking off her melancholy mood. "I'm fine,
really. I guess some of the seafood didn't agree with me, that's all."

"We can forget about this, you know." said the Teen Wonder. "It's really not
all that important."

"Don't be silly." Batgirl laughed. "We're all ready to go. Now climb up there
and remember what I showed you."

After a few seconds hesitation, Robin lifted his arms high over his head and
allowed Batgirl to secure the restraints around his wrists. He pulled on them
a few times to test their strength, then nodded that he was ready. Before he
had started, Robin had secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of
realism. Of course it was a lot cleaner than the original.

Batgirl shifted a few paces to the left and slowly turned the crank that
raised the crossbeam. After a few turns, Robin was just about the same height
as in the warehouse.

"Ok, the clock starts...now!" Batgirl called out as she watched the
giant sweep hand of the wall clock pass twelve.

Robin went to work instantly, a look of determination and confidence on his
face. Agile fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds, duplicating
the sequence he had been shown earlier. He tried it once, then twice, but
still the bonds failed to spring open.

His look of confidence changed to one of confusion as a third attempt failed
to free him. Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl's direction in search of
an explanation.

"Oh, did I forget to mention that you can change the tumble sequence on those
old cuffs." Batgirl replied to his silent question. "After all, what you
really want to learn is how to figure out the sequence, not just mimic what
someone else showed you."

In frustration, Robin tired a variation of the sequence, then pulled
fruitlessly at the metal circles around his wrists. He was angry at his own
overconfidence.

"I can let you down if you want?" Batgirl said.

Robin shook his head no. One way or the other, he would get out of this on
his own.

As the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a chance to really study her younger
compatriot. Strange how she never really noticed before what a fine tuned
body he had. Muscular, yet lean, the sort of body a champion swimmer or a
acrobat would have. In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she'd seen him
execute over the last few years, Batgirl wouldn't be surprise if Robin had
some sort of acrobatic background.

Following the lines of his body, she watched as every muscle seemed to tense
as he tried to get free. Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to give him
just a little more leeway.

It was then she noticed that indeed every muscle had come into play. Pressed
tight against the confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a full
hardness. Spurred to life by his exertions, his member was no less impressive
that when she'd it only a few hours before.

The memory of his young manhood, erect and exposed brought a now familiar
tingle within her. She knew that when she got home, there wasn't going to
be enough batteries in Gotham to fulfill her need. Thinking back, she now
recognized the emotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker swallow
Robin's prize. It hadn't been anger, or even disgust - it had been envy!

Glancing at the clock on the wall to check Robin's time, Batgirl noted that
it was a quarter to midnight. The late supper at the Carlton would just be
drawing to a close. Ed and Liz would be on their way up to their room just
about now. No, not their room...her room. And her bed!

Jerking her head away from the clock and back to Robin, her eyes opened in
disbelief. The Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but his familiar
red and green costume was gone. He was naked, his maleness fully erect and
beckoning to her.

The purple and gold clad woman blinked a few times then looked again. To her
relief it had all been an illusion. Robin was fully clothed. But was it
relief she actually felt, or disappointment. She was so confused, her
hormones were overtaking her judgment.

Later on, Batgirl would be unable to recall what actually was going through
her mind when she took that first set forward. Like a sleepwalker, she moved
forward seemingly without conscious thought. Robin was too preoccupied with
his predicament to notice, that is until he felt the waistband of his shorts
being pulled away, then the warm soft embrace of Batgirl's gloved hand around
his young cock.

Robin's eyes opened in mute astonishment as he suddenly looked down and saw
the Darknight Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze. The she
ran her long fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock, causing it to
grow even harder. Even if he hadn't been gagged, no words would've issued
from his lips. He was in a state of shock. His first thought was that he was
imagining it, that this couldn't really be happening.

That idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl suddenly dropped down to her
knees and tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that
had formed there. Then she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and
swirled it around his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the
trace she had left with her fingers a few moments before.

Reaching the base, the dark garbed woman sucked on his balls, taking first
one then the other into her mouth. Then she let them both slide free and
moved back up his now wet shaft.

In a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the full length of his shaft,
sliding the young manmeat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out
slowly, then swallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her pent up
desires centered on the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man before
her.

No way he was imagining this, thought the Teen Wonder as every touch of the
redhead's tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. He
could feel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was
going to be impossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to
delay the inevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part
screamed to unleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive
salvo.

Truth be known, Batgirl wasn't as good a cocksucker as Ma Parker had been,
or even as good as Selina or Jessica. But for all of either woman's skill,
neither had been the object of his boyhood lust.

Watching his cock slide in and out in those final moments before he lost
control, Robin could see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl's face. A look
reflected on his own.

As soon as she felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of
her mouth, Batgirl deep throated Robin's cock and swallowed the steady stream
as fast as it came. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the taste of a
man in her mouth, and this time it had a special flavor. In a strange sort of
way, it was almost incestuous.

She held the softening cock in her mouth for a few long moments, savoring the
tangy taste. Then as the sudden sexual fever faded, she led it slip from her
mouth as the realization of what she'd done hit her.

"Omigod!" she thought as she stepped back and rose to her feet. "Oh God, what
have I done?" she repeated to herself in a silent horror.

"Robin, I don't know what I can say?" she stammered. "I don't know how I can
explain..."

The look in Robin's eyes caused her to pause. She had expected to see anger,
hostility, a sense of outrage. Instead she saw a deep longing, a desire, and
a hunger that needed to be filled.

"You don't want me to stop...do you?" she asked in a soft voice.

Carefully, she undid the cloth gag from around his mouth. She let it fall to
the floor as she repeated the question.

"No." was Robin's quiet single word reply.

A smile filled her face as she stepped even closer to the bound boy and
kissed him. As their lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in
her own soul. Her eager tongue pressed against his as they took turns sliding
into each other's mouth. A second kiss followed, then a third and fourth.
Batgirl reached up and with one hand, freed his hands from his bindings. Once
freed, they closed around the woman before him, pulling her as close as he
could.

"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable." Batgirl whispered in his
ear.

A soft snapped filled the air as Robin's bright yellow cape drop from his
shoulders onto the floor. Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held
his red vest together, until that too joined the cape on the padded floor.
Lifting the green shirt he wore underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly
haired chest. Gloved hands stroked well developed muscles, taking a moment to
tweak the small nipples in the center.

"I'm glad you like that." she said. "I've got a lot more that I think you're
going to like."

Leaning forward, she stretched out her tongue and caressed his nipples. It
didn't take long for them to become erect. Kissing each one, she drew them
inside her mouth and sucked gently. Too often, young men freaked if they
found themselves enjoying activities that they associated as being things
that guys did to girls. They often associated such enjoyment with some sort
of latent homosexuality. Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that.

It didn't take long before Robin was wearing only the black mask on his face
and nothing else. Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace and took
a few more steps back.

"Mind if I get comfortable too"? she grinned.

First went her purple and gold cape. With a wave of her arm, she tossed it
atop Robin's own. Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her utility
belt. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of her
body suit. Carefully, she pealed it off her body, aware of Robin's eyes
following her every move. Finally, she stood there in only her bra, panties
and cowl.

Unclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl wished for a second she had
worn the lace green pair she'd left back on her bed. Then she reflected that
they'd never had lasted through the earlier fight. Freeing her breasts and
letting the plain white bra join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed
them a few times, restoring her circulation. The sports bra was normally a
tight fit. The matching panties quickly joined it on the floor. Then she
hesitated.

The beats of her heart quickened as she reached up and undid the snaps of
her cowl. She started to lift it, then paused once more.

"This is my decision." she said as she looked right at Robin. "It's not
something that you have to reciprocate."

Then, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl and long haired red wig that
defined her Batgirl identity dropped to the ground.

"Well...what do you think?" Barbara Gordon asked as she struck a pose. "I
know I'm no Catwoman but..."

"No..." Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. "You're much more beautiful."

"I bet you say that to all the naked crimefighters." Barbara laughed.

Robin could only think of one way to prove he meant it. Without hesitation,
he reached up and pulled off his own mask. The look of recognition on
Barbara's face was instantaneous.

"Dick Grayson," Barbara said to herself. "How could I not have recognized him
before?"

She'd been introduced to Grayson at a dozen charity fund-raisers for the
library, how could she not have recognized him? It wasn't like he wore a
cowl and wig like she did, that she could've understood. It was like someone
putting on a pair of glasses and all your friends thinking you were someone
else.

Then it hit her that every time she'd been introduced to Dick, he'd been
with his guardian, Bruce Wayne. When you had such an impressive hunk as the
millionaire chairman of Wayne Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to
notice the kid with him.

"Omigod!" a mental voice screamed in Barbara's mind as a curtain rose and the
obvious suddenly became clear. "Wayne is The Batman!"

Bruce Wayne was The Batman. It seemed so unbelievable. Who would ever have
thought that a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the night.
Then again, who would've ever thought of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when you
stopped to think about it.

She flashed back to the night she'd become Batgirl. To that silly smile Wayne
had flashed at her when she'd told him her name was Batgirl. Suddenly his
secret joke made sense.

"Something funny?" a confused Dick asked.

"Sorry," a beaming Barbara said, a wide smile on her face. "I just got the
punch line to an old joke. I'll explain it to you later."

Barbara stepped forward and took Dick by the hand. They took a few steps
together, then she asked...

"With all the caverns you have down here, is there one that has a bed?"

Of course there was. In fact, it was a perfect recreation of the master
bedroom of Wayne Manor above. Complete with a oversized four posted bed.
No R.J. Nickels here. At that moment, Barbara couldn't care if it was a
storeroom with an army cot.

* * *

Laying across the satin sheets, the two adventures slowly, gently, explored
each other's bodies. Soft kisses, gentle strokes and quiet words stretched
minutes into a half hour. Starting at her neck, Dick kissed his way down to
Barbara's breasts. He covered them with soft pecks before demonstrating the
skill he had learned at the hands of his other lovers.

Barbara moaned softly as Dick played with her nipples with both his hands and
his mouth. Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small pink circles
before pressing his face deep within the valley between. His tongue licked
every inch of exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. Barbara slid her
hand under her left breast and lifted it, guiding the nipple into his mouth.
Dick eagerly took the offering and delivered the same pleasure she'd given
him before. He quickly shifted to her other mound, all the while continuing
to stroke her body. His hand slid down to between her legs and he gently
caressed the soft red haired mound.

Barbara leaned back on the bead and spread her legs, inviting Dick to further
take of her delights. Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across her
body, he quickly reached the center of her sexuality. He planted a kiss to
the left of her pearl, then the right, before spreading Barbara's moist lips
with his fingers to exposed the excited clit within.

A loud sigh escaped Barbara's lips as Dick made contact with her love button.
Whatever his other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might have been, it
was quickly obvious that he was a first class pussy licker. Spreading her
legs as far as she could, the 23 year old rolled her head back and closed her
eyes, loosing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual
center.

Barbara's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger
lover's tongue. He slid a finger inside her, adding its motion to the rhythm
he'd established. Faster and faster moved both appendages, saturating the
surrounding red hair with sticky girlcum. And with each repetition, both the
waves of delight and loud moans that accompanied them increased as well.

"Oh yes," Barbara yelled. "Lick my pussy, you've gotten it so...so wet. I
want to cum!"

It wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and
eruptions of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped
through her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption covered Dick's
face. Ever since the night he had first sucked Catwoman's pussy, Dick had
loved the taste of a woman's cum. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could.

The oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Barbara
quickly shifted into an upright position and pulled Dick to her. She kissed
him hard, tasting her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him,
alternating those deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that
cleared the sticky residue that covered his cheeks.

"I want you inside me." she panted in between kisses. "I want your cock in my
pussy!" she said in a much louder voice.

Pushing the younger man down on the bed, Barbara spun around and mounted him.
Her back to his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of her breasts.
With a firm grip on each soft mound, Dick played with each nipple as she
began to ride his ever hard cock up and down.

"Oh yes...yes!!" Barbara panted as she felt Dick's manhood fill her again
and again. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so
good.

Pinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar
walls down around his pleasure pole, there wasn't much Dick could do but lay
back and enjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It seemed to
be a familiar pattern by now. In the end, he always seemed to become a mere
extension of his cock. It was the position in which both Selina and Jessica
had always used. They had always needed to have the dominant role. Just once
he'd like to have it be different.

As if she could read his mind, Barbara had the same exact thought. Part of
her mind flashed back to the conversation they'd had earlier. It only took a
second to make a decision.

Pulling herself off him, she jumped forward onto the length of the long bed.
Spreading out her arms and legs she lifted her crotch up into the air and
invited Dick to enter her on his own.

The 17 year old didn't waste a second. He rose to his knees and took a firm
hold on the front of her legs. With all the force he could muster, he pushed
himself inside of her. Again and again, he felt his balls slam against her
body as he pushed harder and harder.

"Deeper...deeper!...Omigod...yes!" Barbara yelled yet again.

Beads of sweat ran down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild
animals. Long gone were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had been
left behind in the pile of costumes in the outer room. As she felt each
new thrust of Dick's cock, Barbara thought of the countless nights he'd
masturbated thinking about a night like this. A thought that must have been
on his mind as well. It drove both of them to a state neither had ever
approached before.

Breaths came in labored short gasps and Barbara felt her vision blur as what
had to be the most intense orgasm of her young life set every nerve of her
body afire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that
plateau she had only dreamed about.

Then as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision
cleared, and in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal.
But the memory would never fade. It would be something she would remember
night after night.

Collapsing on her stomach across the bed, Barbara felt Dick lay down across
her. He was as exhausted as she was. Sometime during her brief journey into
bliss, Dick had caught up with her and sent a hot burst of whiteness
splashing across her ass. Her eyes half closed, she reached back and wiped
her fingers across the gummy film. She lifted the cum covered fingers to her
lips and licked them clean. An action that brought a broad smile to Dick's
face before he drifted into a deep sleep. Moments later, Barbara joined him
in the sleep of the contented.

* * *

The morning dawn would not only bring a new day but a new team. A new Dynamic
Duo - the team of Batgirl and Robin...

END

(c) Ann Douglas 1997

    

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