\".......and on the social scene, Gotham's best and brightest will be found at\nthe Gotham Civic Center later tonight for Mayor Caruso's Annual Children's\nBenefit. The premiere event of the season, women the city over are still vying\nfor a last minute invitation to what promises to be the most exciting night\nsince......\"
\nThe voice of the radio announcer brought a cheerful smile to Barbara Gordon as\nshe again let the warmth of the overhead shower splash across her breasts. Not\nonly was she one of the fortunate few who would be going to the Mayor's Benefit\nin a few hours time, she would be escorted by a member of the short list of\nGotham City's most eligible bachelors. - Edward Kendall. In fact, when the\ncurrent list had come out last January, Kendall's name had appeared right below\nthose of Isoruko Yamaguci and Bruce Wayne.
\nEdward Kendall was the rising star of the City Council. Well educated at the\nfinest schools both in this country and overseas, the 32 year old was both\nhandsome and charming. The great grandson of \"Black Jack\" Kendall, Gotham's\nlegendary turn of the century Mayor, Edward Kendall was expected to be a front\nrunner in the next Mayoral election a mere two years away.
\nRunning a soapy washrag between her legs, Barbara recalled her first meeting\nwith Ed a mere four weeks before. It had been a Friday afternoon and she was\nwaiting outside City Hall for her father, Police Commissioner James Gordon. As\nwas their custom, they were going to have an early dinner together.
\nBarbara was greatly surprised when Ed had come up to her and introduced himself.\nShe had seen him before of course, having attending many city functions with her\nfather. He told her that he was a big supporter of her father and the job he'd\ndone with the Police Department over the years. When James Gordon had finally\nappeared and told her that he'd be unable to have dinner, Ed had quickly offered\nto take his place.
\nRising the last of the shampoo out of her hair, Barbara would've been hard\npressed to remember what either of them had for dinner that evening. All she\ncould recall of their first date was how deep were the blue of his eyes and how\nhe never seemed to take them off of her. That and the fact that he had asked her\nout on a real date the following evening.
\nOne date led to another and it wasn't long before Barbara's name was linked to\nEd's in the gossip columns. Truth was that the image of a couple didn't really\nmatch the reality. It seemed like there was always something that got in the\nway. As one of the city's shakers and movers, Ed Kendall was always on 24 hour\ncall. Then there was of course, Barbara's somewhat unusual hobby to add to the\nproblem.
\nGiven the current state of her personal life, again mostly due to the rather\nunusual way the 23 year old redhead spent most of her nights, the last month had\nseemed almost like a dream. Barbara's last relationship had ended almost nine\nmonths ago, her lover finally getting fed up with her many sudden\ndisappearances. She truly hoped that this time, the relationship would have a\nmore promising future.
\nDrying herself in front of the steam covered mirror, Barbara took a few moments\nto take stock of herself. She carefully examined the tiny mound of red hair she\nhad so carefully trimmed before getting in the shower. If things worked out this\nevening as she planned, Ed would have a more than ample opportunity to\nappreciate her handiwork.
\nNext her attention shifted to the image of her upper body, particularly that of\nher soft firm breasts. While not exceeding large, they stood on their own\nwithout support and even she had to admit they were near perfect globes. She\nplayed with the pert nipples for a few moments, smiling as they sprang to life.\nThey had always been very sensitive and given her current state of arousal, it\ntook only a soft touch to bring them to erectness.
\nIt had been quite some time since Barbara had enjoyed the feel of a man tight\nagainst her. There was only so much satisfaction she could get from her fingers\nor the small battery powered vibrator she kept hidden in her night table.
\nLately it seemed like every sensual touch sent her hormones raging.
\nMost people still tended to think of her as the skinny little girl who had her\nnose buried in the books when she graduated High School five years ago. The\nconservative wardrobe she wore as the Deputy Chief of Research at the Main\nBranch of the Gotham City Library held maintain that image.
\nIn actuality, ever since her first day in College, Barbara had spent as much\ntime in the gym as in the library. The result being a lean yet muscular athletic\nform.
A form that unhappily, Edward had of yet only had a sampling of. Hopefully,\ntonight that was going to change.
\nRemembering the limo ride home from the hockey game a few nights ago sent a warm\nflush through Barbara's body. Ed had a passion for hockey that was second only\nto his passion for politics. During the special exhibition game, Barbara had\nwatched the normally reserved Councilman jump and shout like a little boy. It\nwas a fire she was determined to keep burning as the night went on.
\nIt had been late and the night was warm. A few kisses quickly led to more\nadventurous actions and it wasn't long before Barbara's dress was down around\nher waist and Ed was partaking of her delights. Surprised to find herself as\nhorny as a high school girl, Barbara had her hand down his pants and was\nunzipping them to demonstrate her oral skills only to be interrupted by the loud\nchimes of his cellular phone.
\nA rather large water main break in his district had brought the evening to an\nabrupt end, leaving a rather aroused Barbara forced to take of herself that\nevening.
\nSmiling at herself in the mirror, Barbara was determined that tonight would have\na much different ending. And it wouldn't be in the back seat of a limousine, no\nmany how plush. She had already reserved a room for them at the Carlton Arms,\none of the finest hotels in the city. A late midnight dinner with herself as\ndesert.
\n\"Babs, honey.\" the naked woman said to her reflection in a mirthful voice. \"You\nare definitely a woman who needs to get laid!\"
\nOnce in her bedroom, Barbara carefully laid out the gown she'd borrowed for the\nevening. A stunning emerald gown, it was far more than she could've ever\nafforded. It had been a gift from once of her closest and oldest friends, Sara\nLynn Collins.
\nThe outfit was rather daring, and Barbara was certainly not was well endowed as\nSara Lynn. Still, it would make the most of what she had, especially after her\nfriend had it altered to fit her. Barbara had protested at first but Sara Lynn\nhad insisted. After all, it's not like I'm going to get any more invitations to\nall those society functions, she had proclaimed. So if Barbara didn't take it,\nit was going to wind up going to Goodwill.
\nBarbara smiled at the thought of this designer original handing on a dummy in\nthe window of a second hand shop. Sara Lynn would've done it too. she had that\nkind of sense of humor. That's why they had been friends for so long, ever since\nthey had meet in freshman year of high school. In fact, it was Sara Lynn who was\nresponsible for her getting the coveted job at the Gotham Main Library right out\nof college. Her father sat on the Board of Trustees and wouldn't deny his little\ngirl anything. That was of course before Daddy's little girl had announced to\nthe world that she preferred other women over men, sending a shock wave thought\ntheir social set. Most of her friends had deserted her, but Barbara had stood\nfast. A few snickered that it was because the mousy librarian had her own\nlesbian attraction to the knockout blonde. In truth, Barbara simply didn't see\nany reason why she should lose so good a friend simply because she preferred\nbedmates of the same gender. Mentally, she reminded herself to write Sara Lynn a\nthank you note it the morning, letting her know how the night turned out.
\nLaid out next to the sheer green outfit was a pair of the sexiest bra and\npanties Barbara could find. They were expensive as well, but at least still\nwithin her means. The bra, what little there was of it, would be near invisible\nbeneath her evening gown. The real benefit of it would be when that dress came\noff. Likewise, the panties would barely cover even her tightly trimmed red hair,\nnot to mention the open slit in the center.
\nPutting on the lingerie, Barbara quickly realized that both pieces were as\nfragile as they looked. As much as she had paid for them, they would probably\nonly last a single wearing. Well she thought with a smile, they only have to\nlast until morning. The smile turned to a wicked grin as she amended that\nthought to only \"halfway to morning.\"
\n\"Beep .... beep ... beep .... beep ... beep...\"
\n\"Oh damn!\" Barbara said out loud as the unexpected sound of her beeper suddenly\nsounded from her night table. \"Not now.\"
\nThe Senior Administrator for the Library was away for the weekend and it was\nBarbara's turn to be on call. Hopefully, it was something that a quick phone\ncall would take care of.
\nQuickly she crossed the room, picked up the beeper and looked at the digital\ndisplay. Her green eyes opened wide when she saw the message.
\n\"Oh shit, not now!\" she exclaimed.
\nIn appearance, the small black beeper was like all the other Waynetech pagers\ncarried by the library staff. But if you were to take it apart, the\nmicrocircuitry would tell a different tale. Aside from being coded to receive\nmessages for Barbara Gordon, a secondary circuit had been installed to allow her\nto intercept messages sent on a private unauthorized frequency. Coded so that\nonly the recipient would understand the message, the translation sent a chill\nthrough Barbara's near naked form.
\nFor a second time she scrolled the message, until there was no way she could\nignore the meaning. It was an emergency signal. A simple two digit code followed\nby a set of coordinates. Built into the small unit was a receiver for a global\npositioning system that was accurate to a couple of hundred feet. What she found\nsurprising was that the end of the message was missing. There was no sender id.
\n\"I guess it could be a mistake.\" The redhead said to herself, knowing full well\nthat she didn't believe it. It was just a failed attempt to allow her keep the\nfantasy that her evening wasn't ruined for a few more seconds.
\nThere was no question of her ignoring the signal. No thought that someone else\nwould surely respond. That decision had been made two years before on the night\nof the annual Policeman's Costume Ball. The details as fresh in her mind as they\nhad been that cold night.
\nIt was going to be a surprise for her father. It had started out as simple as\nthat. Image the look on the Police Commissioner's face when midnight came and\nthe mask of the girl in the Batgirl costume came off to reveal his own daughter.\nWouldn't that be something.
\nBut fate had a way of intervening. Enroute to the ball she'd had car trouble and\nbecause of it was a little late. She almost didn't notice the limousine pulled\noff the road. When she did, there hadn't been any thought of ignoring someone\nwho needed help. She'd been brought up with a strong sense of public service.
\nIt turned out that the car wasn't broken down, it had been forced off the road.\nBarbara had stumbled into an attempted kidnapping. Without a thought for her own\nsafety, the girl in the purple and gold costume jumped into the fray. The hours\nspent in the gym and dojo paid off as she quickly dispatched two of the five\nassailants. To both her surprise and relief, the intended victim and his\nchauffeur suddenly came to life and overcame the remaining thugs. Not the sort\nof thing she would've expected of a man of Bruce Wayne's reputation.
\nBarbara couldn't believe the incredible rush she'd gotten during the fight. That\nand the sense of satisfaction that she'd made a difference.
\nIt brought to mind a night when she was 16 and spied into the library to see her\nfather conferring with The Batman. The teenage had been totally infatuated with\nthe dark cloaked crusader. He stood 6'2\" with a physique that no amount of\nHollywood padding could duplicate. Barbara sat there in the dark, listening to\nhis deep tones. Her father had described The Batman many times to her, but no\ndescription could match the reality. The people of Gotham were of many minds\nabout the Darknight, but no one could ever question the fact that he did indeed\nmake a difference.
\nThe memory fresh in her mind, she didn't hesitate when the millionaire playboy\nhad ask her name.
\n\"You can call me Batgirl.\" she'd said with a smile before disappearing into the\nnight.
\nYet to this day, she had never really understood the silly smile on Bruce\nWayne's face as she said those words. It was as if he was enjoying some private\njoke.
\n\"Might as well get this over with.\" Barbara said to herself after pausing for\nthe few moments it'd taken for all those memories to rush through her mind.
\nThe call to Ed Kendall had been both brief and loud. The Councilman was somewhat\nunsatisfied with Barbara's statement that an emergency had come up that forced\nher to cancel their date, and no she couldn't really explain what the emergency\nwas. During the brief conversation, Barbara got the distinct impression that Ed\nwas more upset that he had to go to the dinner solo rather than being concerned\nthat she had some sort of unknown problem. When his car passed into a tunnel and\ncut off the cellular signal, Barbara let out a sigh of relief. Tomorrow she'd\nmake it all right again.
\nDropping the phone back on the cradle, Barbara immediately pulled her city\nstreet atlas off the bookshelf and opened it to the coordinates contained in the\nemergency signal.
\n\"Craig and Yvonne.\" she said to herself and a manicured finger traced the\noutline of the intersection of the large map. \"Only about a mile from here.\"
\nLeaving the book where it lay, Barbara quickly began to change clothes. Already,\nher mind was shifting gears, putting her into what she always eferred to as her\n\"combat mode\".
\nQuickly replacing the delicate underwear with a solid plain white sports bra and\npanties, Barbara walked up to the natural brick rear wall of her apartment and\npressed on a loose brick on the bottom row. With a soft sliding sound of brick\nagainst brick, a small three foot section of the wall gave way. Behind it was a\nsmall room leading to an abandoned freight elevator. When the building was built\nback in the 1920's, the first floor had been a notorious speakeasy. The hidden\nroom and elevator had been used for storage in case of a raid.
\nAbout the size of a walk in closet, a function that later tenants had used it\nfor, it was just large enough for a small changing table. Hanging on a hook on\nthe wall was a modified version of that purple and gold costume she'd worn to\nthe costume ball.
\nQuickly she donned it, enjoying the feel of the soft lycra against her flesh.\nThe costume itself had been a gift from The Batman after she had helped save the\nlife of an visiting official last year. Identical to her original costume, both\nthe cape and key parts of the costume itself had reinforced sections of a\nlightweight kelvar compound. As effective as the large bulky vests worn by\nGotham's Finest, the material was incredibly expensive. Barbara had once figured\nit out and if she'd paid for the costume it would've been over five thousand\ndollars. Stored in a foot locker under the table was a duplicate suit. She\nsometimes wondered if Batman actually paid for the outfits or someone made them\nfor him free. Perhaps someone he'd helped at some time or another.
\nAdjusting the gold utility belt around her waist, Barbara then reached for her\ncowl which rested on a Styrofoam head. Inside the cowl was a shoulder length red\nhaired wig, of a color just a few shades darker than her own natural hair. Just\nanother part of the illusion. Once that was securely in place, she took a final\nmoment to check her reflection in the full length mirror attached to the wall.\nBatgirl was ready to roll.
\nClosing the small brick door before heading down the freight elevator, Batgirl\ntook a fleeting last look at the unworn gown draped across her bed.
\n\"Another night, Babs.\" she sighed to herself.
\nTwo minutes later the Bat-Cycle roared into the warm night air, exiting one of\nthe maze of interconnecting alleys behind her building. Her gold and purple cape\nflapped in the breeze as she headed toward the waterfront. Batgirl loved the\nfeel of the wind in her face, almost as mush as she normally loved the vibration\nof the powerful engine between her legs. Tonight, the oscillation only helped to\nadd to her frustrations. Turning into a side street, she tried to concentrate\nand focused her thoughts on finding the source of the emergency signal. She\nsuddenly remembered her father mentioning that The Batman was out of town for a\nfew days. Could the signal be some kind of trap? Should she call for a police\nback-up?
\n\"I guess I'd better decide.\" she said to herself as she pulled her cycle to a\nsudden stop.
\nOnce, long ago, the neighborhood was a bustling center of commerce. That was in\nthe days when Gotham Harbor was filled with ships bringing goods to and from the\nfar corners of the globe. Now all that stood in mute testament to those days\nwere two long abandoned warehouses on opposite corners. Each had a few lights\nshowing through dirty windows. The signal could've come from either one.
\nPondering her decision for a few moments, Batgirl decided to check out the\nsituation before hitting the panic button. A faded sign over the closest\nbuilding read Pennyworth Imports, as good a place to start as any.
\nCement blocks sealed the main entrance, so walking through the front door was\ndefinitely out. Not that she had ever planned that approach. The four story\nbuilding had a fire escape, but it looked too dilapidated to even hold her\nweight.
\n\"Guess I'll have to do this the hard way.\" Batgirl said to herself.
\nRemoving a small but powerful air gun from her utility belt, Batgirl fitted it\nwith a grappling hook and silk line. A soft pop filled the air as a powerful air\ncartridge sent the three sided metal attachment high up into the air until it\ncleared the upper ledge of the dark building. A quick pull on the line sent the\nhook skidding across the roof until it attached itself to a drain pipe. After a\nhard tug which assured the purple suited heroine that it would support her\nweight, she took a deep breath and began to walk up the wall.
\nPausing at the first lighted window on the second floor, Batgirl glanced\ninside - the room was empty. Quickly she moved onward and upward.
\nBatgirl had lost track of the number of windows she'd spied into over the last\nfew years of nocturnal patrols. How many windows and the secrets they held. But\namong the hundreds, two would always stand out in her memory.
\nThe first occurred only a blocks from her own apartment. She was climbing over\nthe rooftops on Douglas Street when she realized she was passing the apartment\nof her supervisor, Donna Latore. The temptation to look inside proved too much\nto resist.
\nImagine her shock when she spied three women laying nude on the living room\nfloor, hotly engaged in a demonstration of lesbian lust. It was all Batgirl\ncould do to pull herself away from the large bay window when she recognized the\ngraying woman in the center of the threeway as Donna. She had never been able to\nlook at her since then without having that image come to mind.
\nThe second had been just a few weeks ago when she was crossing the balcony of an\nexclusive west side apartment house. She'd spotted a figure in black coming out\nof one of the other apartments and had taken off after him. At first she'd only\nglanced inward for a second, but what she'd witnessed caused her to stop and\nlook again.
\nSitting on the couch that faced the balcony doors was a boy who couldn't be more\nthan 16 years old. He was totally nude. Kneeling in front of him was a gray\nhaired, heavy set woman who was equally naked. Forgetting for the moment all\nabout the burglar, Batgirl watched for the longest time as the 40ish woman took\nthe boy into her mouth and performed an energetic oral act which soon erupted in\na messy climax. Then, her face covered with the milky white residue, the woman\nkissed the boy hotly, replacing his now softening cock with a more than eager\ntongue. Before vanishing in the night, Batgirl couldn't help but note that both\nboy and woman bore more than a passing resemblance to each other.
\nOnly a week later, Barbara was reading the social pages of the Gotham Times when\nshe saw a photograph of both of them, this time impeccably clothed. The caption\nread, Mrs. Diane Worthington, shown here with her son, Roger, was one of the\nMothers of the Year honored by the Daughters of the Revolution at their annual\nawards dinner. It was almost a half hour before she could stop laughing.
\nHer thoughts again turned serious as she neared the third floor and the second\nlit window. Inside was a table covered with an empty pizza box and several take\nout cartons. Not that unusual, it could belong to a watchman. Some of these old\nbuilding still had them to help prevent squatters.
\nThat idea quickly faded when she saw the dark shape of an uzi machine pistol\nhanging over the chair. Not exactly standard issue for a rent a cop.
\nBatgirl jerked back and flattened against the ledge as a shadow passed across\nthe window. Her move was instinctive, sudden enough that she was sure she hadn't\nbeen seen. She waited a few moments, then carefully peered inside once more.\nThere was no sign of the dark figure and the weapon no longer hung across the\nback of the chair.
\n\"Maybe I should called for that backup after all.\" she thought to herself.
\nHer hand slid down to the compartment of her utility belt to were she normally\ncarried her batcomlink. All she had to do was switch to the secondary band and\nthe emergency signal she broadcast would also be picked up by the police.
\n\"Oh shit!\" Batgirl said to herself as she held the small transmitter in her hand\nand pressed the transmit button.
\nLong seconds passed as she watched the LED display flash red instead of green.\nThe batteries were dead. She was on her own.
\n\"Mother always said there'd be days like this.\" she said to herself in a false\nbravado.
\nWith a shrug of her shoulders, the caped woman pressed away from the ledge and\ncontinued her journey upward. Her original plan still held, the best place to\nenter the building would be the roof.
\nThe lock on the roof door was so rotten that it only took a hard kick to knock\nit open. Silently she made her way down the stairwell, taking a few moments to\nfamiliarize herself with the layout of the building. This came in the form of an\nold fire department evacuation plan that still hung in a shattered case on the\nfourth floor wall.
\nThe top two floors of Pennyworth Imports was all office space and from the look\nof the layers of dust on the floor had been unoccupied for years. The third\nfloor, the one on which Batgirl had seen that shadow consisted of one room\noffices that lined a balcony set up. If you stood at the railing you could look\ndown at the vast open storage area of the first floor below.
\nStealthily, Batgirl made her way around the balcony perimeter, staying low\nenough so that she couldn't be seen from below.
\nHalf way around the perimeter, Batgirl could hear the sound of voices below her.\nThey were too unintelligible to be understood, but gave her a direction.\nPractically crawling, she moved toward them.
\nThe voices became clearer and louder as she neared what had once been the\nloading dock. Clearing the last corner, she was able to look down and see the\nspeakers.
\n\"Robin!\" Batgirl exclaimed under her breath as she spotted the red and green\nfigure handing from an overhead support beam.
\nThe Teen Wonder was handcuffed and gagged, but he didn't appear to be hurt.\nBatgirl removed a small pair of high powered binoculars from her belt. The\nglasses had been a gift from her father on her last birthday after she had\nmentioned that she was planning to take up bird-watching. As she brought the\nexpensive lenses into focus, Batgirl wondered if other crimefighters suffered\nfrom lack of funds as often as she did.
\n\"If I ever write my memoirs,\" she mused as the image cleared before her. \"I\nshould call them How to be a crimefighter on a budget.\"
\nThe image of Robin now closed to within a few feet, confirming her original\nimpression that he was unhurt. The crossbeam he was handcuffed to was just high\nenough for him to be suspended two inches off the floor. Some sort of soiled rag\nhad been shoved into his mouth, cutting off any protests he might have made.
\nThree women stood around Robin and Batgirl turned her attention to the oldest.\nAs her features filled her field of vision, she recalled an entry from the\nbootlegged copy she'd made of her father's crime files.
\n\"Ma Parker.\" she said to herself as she matched the gray haired woman with her\nmug shot.
\nSearching her memory, Batgirl recalled some of the facts that appeared beneath\nthe mug shots of Sarah May Parker. Age 54, first arrested in 1960 for her\ninvolvement in the death of her husband Peter. Twenty-sex years her senior, the\nwell to do businessman had managed to sire two daughters before he died from the\nbite of a poisonous spider. While she had managed to avoid a conviction, it was\nenough for his powerful family to get her excluded from his estate. In the town\nthey'd grown up in, the law was whatever the powerful Parker Clan said it was.\nTwo months later, she'd appeared at the payroll office of Parker Industries and\nrobbed it at gun point. Over the next thirty years she'd amassed a record that\nincluding armed robbery, kidnapping and extortion. Eventually, her daughter's\nfollowed in her footsteps.
\nOn her right and left stood younger women who's resemblance left no doubt that\nthey were her daughters. While Sarah May had been a rather attractive young\nwoman, transforming into a hefty older woman - both daughter's had skipped right\nto that stage. Large breasted and husky, they looked like either could fit right\nin with a gang of longshoremen.
\nBoth were armed, as was Ma Parker. The short haired brunette on the right, who\nBatgirl would later identify as Betty Sue, carried a sawed off shotgun and a\nsmall snub nose revolver in her belt. Her sister, Mary Beth, preferred the more\npowerful 45 caliber automatic. Slung over her shoulder, the long haired sandy\nblonde carried a M-16. She'd spent 6 months in the Army before being tossed out\nwith a dishonorable discharged, taking from it a preference to military\nhardware.
\nThe absence of the uzi she had spotted before reminded Batgirl that Parker had\nlater had a third daughter, one which would be in her early twenties about now.\nShe had to have been the shadow upstairs. Until she was sure where she was, or\nunless she could get all four of them together, the crimefighter would have to\nbide her time. Hopefully they wouldn't do anything that would force her to move\nprematurely.
\n\"For a punk kid, he really is kind of cute.\" Ma Parker said as she stood next to\nRobin. \"Wouldn't you say so girls?\"
\nWith loud laughter, both of them agreed.
\n\"In fact, maybe I should find out just how cute he really is.\" she added.
\nParker took a step closer, blocking Batgirl's view for a moment. At first, she\nthought that the older woman was planning to unmask the Teen Wonder. Then when\nshe shifted, the mask was still in place. A look of concern filled Robin's face\nand as Batgirl's magnified gaze dropped downward, she saw why. Ma Parker had her\nhand down his green shorts.
\n\"My, this is impressive.\" she said as she massaged his cock and balls.
\nBoth daughters moved closer to get a better look, again temporarily obstructing\nBatgirl's vision. By the time they moved, Robin's shorts were down on the filthy\nfloor and his rapidly enlarging cock was filling Ma Parker's hand.
\n\"This gets better and better.\" she quipped as she stroked the organ back and\nforth. \"I bet you're enjoying this, aren't you?\"
\nRobin remained silent, but the magnified view in front of her told Batgirl that\nas much as he was trying not to, he was enjoying it.
\n\"I'd bet he'd tell you how much he enjoys it.\" Betty Sue said. \"If Mary Beth\nhadn't shoved those panties in his mouth when she tied him up.\" \"Hey, he's got\nnothing to complain about there.\" Mary Beth laughed. \"He's getting a real taste\nof honey. I wore that pair all week.\" \"And frigging yourself in them every night\ntoo.\" Betty Sue added. \"Hey, it was that or one of those oily rags from that\nbarrel.\" chuckled Mary Beth.
\nImagining the residue all over those panties, Batgirl wondered if Robin might\nnot have preferred one of the rags.
\n\"He may be the Teen Wonder.\" Ma Parker remarked. \"But he's man sized where it\ncounts.\"
\nWith than, the older woman bent down and took his now fully erect cock into her\nmouth. Batgirl watched in fascination as his member slid in and out between her\nlips. A quick look at the expression on his face attested to the woman's oral\nskills.
\nIn a way, it reminded Batgirl of the night she'd watched Mrs. Worthington and\nher son. Robin might not be as willing a participant as Roger, but it was\nobvious that he was enjoying it just as much. Listening to the cheers of the two\ndaughters, Batgirl also became aware of a dampness between her own legs. It'd\nbeen quite some time since she'd had the taste of a man in her own mouth.
\nJust then, Robin exploded, sending bursts of hot cum into Sarah May's eager\nmouth. Joyfully, she let it fill her, using her tongue to savor the tangy\nflavor. A large stream of whiteness spilled out over her lips and down her chin.\nLetting his semi-hard cock slip from her mouth, she rolled her tongue over her\nlips, licking them clean.
\n\"Mmmm, the boy is definitely prime choice.\" She grinned.
\n\"Look at that, he'd still got half a hard on.\" Mary Beth noted as she pointed to\nRobin's cum covered cock. \"I bet he's all ready to go at it again.\" \"That's why\nI like them young.\" Ma replied. \"I'm next!\" Betty Sue called out.
\n\"No way!\" Mary Beth responded. \"You always get to go next. Besides, I can tell\nthat he wants me. Don't you Robin honey? I bet you can't wait to taste those\npussy juices for real.\" \"Bullshit, if he hadn't been looking at my tits while I\nwas 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\nof the captive Robin. Batgirl figured the girl had to at least be a 38DD.
\n\"This is want you want, isn't it Robin baby.\" she said.
\n\"This could get ugly real fast.\" Batgirl thought. \"If one of them decided to end\nit with a bullet. I might not be able to wait for daughter number three.\"
\nPart of Batgirl's decision to rush into what might be a precipitous action was\nthe realization that despite the fact that the scene that had just occurred\ncould be classified as rape, she had enjoyed watching it. In fact, it had turned\nher on immensely.
\nA handful of small glass capsules filled her gloved hand, taken from one of the\ncompartments in her belt. Any advantage of surprise had to be pressed as hard as\npossible. If daughter three appeared out of the woodwork, it could all go so\nvery wrong, so very fast.
\nBatgirl's body tensed as she slowly began to rise and counted off the seconds\nuntil she would spring into action. If she could just get them a little closer\ntogether.
\n\"Maybe I should just put a bullet in his head and that'll settle it.\" said a\nstrong voice from the other side of the room.
\nBatgirl quickly dropped flat as the third daughter walked into the room. Peering\ncarefully over the edge, she took stock of the new arrival.
\n\"Oh shit!\" she gasped. \"She must be at least six feet tall.\"
\nThat was only where her astonishment over Ma Parker's baby daughter began. She\nwas six one to be exact, with a body that was a cross between a movie star and\nbody builder. With the best of both, the result was a powerful muscular form.\nHer platinum blond hair was razor cut in an almost military style. She was\nwearing cut off shorts and a tank top that seemed two sizes too small. Firm hard\nbreasts pressed against the too thin material, the nipples visible even to\nBatgirl. Despite all of her training, Batgirl looked like a skinny school next\nto her.
\nWatching the professional, no nonsense manner in which she walked across the\ndirty stone floor, Batgirl quickly sized her up as the most dangerous of the\nthree daughters. The black uzi was slung over her shoulder, hanging within easy\nreach.
\n\"If you're through playing around, you might like to know that I checked the\nupper floors and the buildings clear.\" she said as she neared the rest of the\ngroup. \"You worry too much, Debbie Jo.\" Betty said.
\n\"One of us should.\" Debbie Jo replied. \"The little asshole here had a\ntransmitter in his hand when I caught him. He might've gotten off a signal\nbefore I smashed it.\" \"If he did, this place would've already been crawling with\ncops.\" was Betty Sue's retort. \"Do you see any cops?\"
The exchange just reinforced Batgirl's original assessment that next to Ma\nParker, Debbie was the most dangerous of the foursome. The other two daughters\nwere just muscle.
\nBatgirl couldn't get over how physically different Debbie was from her sisters.\nThen she recalled an item on the bottom of Ma Parker's file.
\nIt had been one of the most sensational crimes of twenty two years ago. Harold\nSwartzenberger, the rage of Hollywood action films had disappeared during a\nmorning exercise run. For two weeks, the bulk of Gotham's Finest had turned the\nunderside of the city inside and out without finding a clue as to the\nwhereabouts of the former Mr. Universe. For all their efforts, all they had to\ngo on was an expended tranquilizer dart at the scene. No ransom note, no\ndemands, no communications of any kind.
\nThen, following a lead turned up by then Lieutenant James Gordon, they had\nfinally found Swartzenberger. The star had been found nude, tied spread eagle on\na bed in one of the seedier hotels outside the city limits.
\nThe actor was somewhat reluctant to say what had happened during the twelve days\nsince he'd vanished. Sarah May Parker, on the other hand, was more than willing\nto proclaim to the world how she'd sucked and fucked the former weight lifter\nall that time.
\n\"Hell, sometimes we'd do it three or four times a day.\" she yelled out before\nthey slammed the door of the paddy wagon on her.
\nUnwilling to risk the damage to his career once the Hollywood tabloids got hold\nof the story, Swartzenberger refused to press charges. Hopefully, most people\nwould just assume it was all a publicity stunt and ignore Parker's story.
\nUnfortunately, those dozen days of passion had left Sarah May pregnant, giving\ncredence to her story. Sarah got child support and Swartzenberger's career never\nreached it's potential. In all that time, he had never seen his daughter.
\n\"Hey Debbie, want a taste?\" Mary Beth asked as she ran her finger along the\nlength of Robin's cock and scooped up the remnant that Ma Parker had missed.\n\"I'll pass.\" was Debbie Jo's curt reply. \"Don't know what you're missing.\" Mary\nBeth said as she slipped her finger into her mouth and sucked it clean.
\n\"I'll bet if it was the Bat-Bitch hanging there, dripping pussy juice you'd be\nquick to lap it up.\" Betty Jo snickered. \"Maybe....\" Debbie purred with a smile.\n\"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\nwoman and as such was also interested in Batgirl brought mixed feelings. The\nthought of her being in Robin's predicament caused a cold chill, contrasting\nwith the rich warm rush radiating between her legs. The thought of a sexual\nencounter with the likes of Debbie Jo was almost enough to cause her to consider\nexpanding her sexuality. Of course that would be if she could separate that\nperfect body from the person it contained.
\nDismissing all this from her mind, Batgirl again jumped to her feet. In a single\nfluid movement, she bounded over the railing and into the air. As she flew, her\nhand swung around and sent the half dozen glass capsules ahead of her.
\n\"Robin .... Starburst!!!\" she yelled out as she dropped over the railing, a\nsplit second before the capsules detonated into an all encompassing whiteness.
\nControlling her leap off the balcony, Batgirl was able to deliver the full force\nof her 110 pound frame in one single blow. The impact point being the center of\nDebbie's chest. The amazon hadn't been blinded like her sisters. Unlike them,\nshe had looked down not upward when she heard Batgirl's shout, preserving her\nvision. Even know she was swinging the uzi on her shoulder into play.
\nKnocked backward into a support beam by the sudden blow, Debbie lost her grip on\nthe uzi and watched helpless as it flew across the floor. Her head banged into\nthe beam as well, causing a few moments of disorientation. Moments Batgirl put\nto all too good use.
\nNo sooner did she hit the ground, Batgirl dropped to what looked like a push up\nposition. Pivoting on her open palms, she spun her muscular legs around in a\nwide arc, sweeping Mary Beth off her feet.
\nA partially blinded Ma Parker had pulled her pistol from it's holster and was\ntrying to take aim at the rapidly moving intruder. Try as she could, she still\ncouldn't differentiate between Batgirl and her daughters.
\nNo such concern entered Betty Sue's mind. Although as visually handicapped as\nher mother, she wasted no time in bringing her shotgun into play. Aiming in the\ngeneral direction of the blurry forms, she let off first one, then both barrels.
\nA cry of pain filled the air as the spray of pellets found a target.
\n\"I got them!\" Betty cried out in triumph. \"You got me you stupid bitch!\" came\nthe reply.
\nBetty recognized the voice as belong to Mary Beth. Her sister had just leapt to\nher feet after being knocked over by Batgirl, only to step right into the line\nof fire.
\nEven as Mary Beth again fell to the ground, this time clutching her left leg in\nagony, Batgirl moved against Ma Parker and Betty. A hard tossed batarang slammed\nagainst the side of Ma's head, bringing unconsciousness with it. Betty joined\nher a few heartbeats later, the result of a devastating right hook and left\ncross combination.
\nBatgirl took a moment to breath, only to have it cut short as a strong arm\nwrapped around her neck. Debbie hadn't been as stunned as she though and was\nalready pressing the attack. If was only a muffled warning from the still bound\nRobin that gave her the precious second to protect her breathing passage.
\nLocked in a choke hold, Batgirl pressed back with all of the strength. She could\ntell it wouldn't be enough. Ma Parker's youngest was just too much bigger and\nstronger. If only she could get a little more leverage. All she needed was a\nsmall opening.
\n\"I'm going to rip your fucking head off bitch!\" Debbie said as she pulled\nBatgirl backward.
\nShe took another step back and then suddenly loosed her hold. Batgirl\nimmediately took advantage of her unexplained error and sent her right elbow as\nhard as she could into the larger woman's chest. The blow was enough to free her\nand she pulled out of the killer grip.
\nSpinning around to an attack position, Batgirl suddenly understood the cause of\nher assailant's distraction. As they had moved closer to him, Robin had swung up\nand wrapped his legs around Debbie's neck. He didn't have the leverage to hold\nher, but as he pulled himself against her from the left side, Debbie found her\nface pressed against his exposed crotch. The strong pungent smell of his manhood\nand the taste of his cum stained cock against her lips sent her into a panic.\nInstinctively, her only thought was to pull away, ignoring the need to keep a\ntight hold on Batgirl.
\nDebbie grabbed one of Robin's legs with each hand and pulled them from around\nher neck. She was spitting the awful taste from her mouth when she suddenly\nremembered Batgirl. Too late she turned her attention back to her captive, only\nto be met by a flurry of fists.
\nA brilliantly executed judo move sent the larger woman to the ground, face\nfirst. Before she could rise, Batgirl was on top of her and pinning her arms\nbehind her as she slammed on a pair of strong steel handcuffs.
\n\"You fucking cocksucking bitch!\" Debbie called out over her shoulder.
\nA smile crossed Batgirl's face as she let out a deep breath of relief and made\nsure that all four of her adversaries were indeed down for the count. She found\nDebbie's curse somewhat amusing.
\n\"Don't knock it unless you've tried it, honey.\" she said just loud enough for\nDebbie to hear her. \"You're going to pay for this!\" Debbie again cursed out as\nshe struggled helplessly against the bonds. \"Maybe, but now today!\" was\nBatgirl's reply.
\nChecking Mary Beth, Batgirl was relieved to find that she had only superficial\nleg injuries. A few inches to the left and she'd have caught a lot more than the\nedge of the shotgun blast. She pinned her hands behind her with the same plastic\nrestraints she'd used on Ma Parker and Betty Sue.
\nUsing the handcuff key she'd found on Ma, Batgirl freed Robin from the overhead\nbeam. She tried not to watch as he composed himself but she had to sneak one\nlast look. The young man certainly was impressive.
\nTen minutes later, a phone call for assistance caused the old warehouse to\nindeed be swarming with members of the GCPD. Led by a cigar chomping Sgt.\nBullock, they quickly led an infuriated Parker Mob to waiting Police vans.
\n\"We found the Batmobile out back.\" Bullock said to Robin. \"Looks like one of the\nharpies put a few rounds into the tires for laughs.\" \"Great.\" Robin muttered.\n\"This night is getting better and better.\" \"Don't sweat it, kid.\" Bullock\ngrowled. \"I've already talked to Chief O'Hara and he's sending a flatbed truck\nover to take it to the Police garage over on Barnaby Street. Batman left two\nsets of those special tires you use over there just in case he ever needed them.\nThey'll have you back on the road in about an hour or two.\" \"Thanks.\" said\nRobin. \"Meanwhile, we'll be glad to give you a lift over there or down to Police\nHeadquarters. \" added Bullock. \"Nah, I'll get there on my own.\" Robin said in a\ntone that said he really didn't want to be around the men of Bullock's Strike\nForce right now.
\nFrom the funny looks they had all given him, and the sly smiles on more than a\nfew faces, he knew Ma Parker had told them all about the blow job she had given\nhim.
\n\"Suit yourself, kid.\" Bullock said as he turned and followed the rest of the\nTask Force out the door.
\nRobin stood there a few moments. watching them leave. It had been one screwed up\nnight. And it wasn't going to be any better tomorrow night when Batman got back\nand heard all about it. No one would have to tell him, it would be the but of a\ndozen jokes in every police bar by midnight.
\n\"I'd offer you a ride, but where could I take you.\" Batgirl said as she stepped\nup to him. \"I guess we could always go out for Pizza.\" he quipped, trying to put\nhis worries behind him. \"I haven't eaten since this morning.\" \"I do think we'd\nbe more than a little conspicuous in these outfits.\" Batgirl smiled, remembering\nthat she too had missed dinner. \"I guess there's always takeout.\" \"I've got a\nbetter idea.\" Robin responded in a burst of sudden inspiration. \"Come on.\" he\nadded as he headed for the Bat-Cycle.
\n\"All right, were to?\" Batgirl asked as she slid behind the handle bars and\nmotioned for Robin to squeeze in behind her. \"1939 Kane St.\" Robin said as he\nslid in behind her and put his arms around her waist.
Again speeding though the night, Batgirl noticed that the vibration of the cycle\nbetween his legs had the same effect on Robin that it usually had on her. She\ncould feel his erect cock pressed up against her ass as he pressed tight against\nher. She had to admit as she smiled under her cowl, it was a nice feeling.
\nPulling up to a long row of brownstones on Kane Street, Batgirl slowed in front\nof 1939. It was only a half mile to her own apartment, a section of old Gotham\nthat had seen a new life with an influx of young urban professionals during the\nlast decade. A four story walkup, a sign in the front yard identified it as\nbeing renovated by Waynecorp, a subsidy of Wayne Enterprises.
\n\"Do you live here?\" Batgirl asked in a confused tone. \"Not exactly,\" came the\nreply from behind her. \"It's sort of a safe house. Better take the cycle around\nback.\"
\nParking the gold and blue motorbike in the empty alley behind the building,\nBatgirl watched as Robin covered it with a large gray tarp hidden behind the\ngarbage cans.
\n\"That should hide it.\" he said, satisfied that it was hidden from casual\nobservers. \"I supposed there's a back door.\" Batgirl said as she looked up and\ndown the alleyway. \"Not exactly,\" Robin said as he pointed up to the overhead\nfire escape. \"But there is a back window.\" \"Right.\" Batgirl replied. \"The story\nof my life.\"
\nIt only took a minute for them to reach the third floor landing. Robin paused at\nthe large high window and reached into his utility belt for a small electronic\ndevice. Batgirl watched as he activated it and then ran it along the outside of\nthe window frame. An audible click filled the night air as it passed over the\nlock.
\n\"It also deactivated the alarms.\" the Teen Wonder said in way of explanation as\nhe returned the small unit to his belt. \"After you.\" he said as he pulled open\nthe window.
\nBatgirl's first impression upon entering the small three room apartment was that\nshe'd been there before. It was impossible of course, but it was all so\nfamiliar.
\n\"Well, what do you think?\" Robin said as he closed the window behind him. \"A lot\nbetter than eating off the back of your bike.\" \"It's nice.\" Batgirl said. \"You\nmight find this funny, but I feel like I've seen this place before.\" \"Deja Vu,\nhuh.\" Robin laughed, as if he was enjoying some little joke.
\nWith that he walked over to a small coffee table and picked up a small\nneighborhood phone book. Opening it to the restaurant section, he scanned a few\nads.
\n\"What do you feel like having?\" he asked. \"Italian? Mexican? There's a really\ngreat seafood place about two blocks over.\" \"That'd be fine.\" Batgirl said as\nshe picked up a small stack of mail by the front door and examined it. Mostly it\nconsisted of bills and such. \"B. Ward.\" she said as she read the name on the\nphone bill. \"A friend of yours?\" \"Actually, that's the name of some second rate\nactor that was on this really lame superhero show when I was a kid.\" he said as\nbegan to dial the phone. \"I found the name in an old TV Guide and put all the\nutilities in his name. Couldn't really put it under Batman or Robin, could I?\"\n\"I guess not.\" Batgirl mused.
\nHer attention was then caught by a R.J. Nickels catalog resting next to the\nmail. An identical mail order book had been delivered to her apartment last\nmonth. In fact she'd been flipping through it just the other day looking for a\nnew sofa.
\n\"That's it.\" she said to herself as she quickly flipped though the pages until\nshe came to the one she was looking for. \"I don't believe it, you bought the\nwhole room.\"
\nRobin grinned as he looked at the two page photo in the catalog, identical in\nevery way to the room they were now standing in. Right down to the framed\npictures on the wall.
\n\"It was easier that way, we have twelve apartments like this scattered across\nthe six boroughs.\" Robin explained. \"Really didn't have time to shop around and\ndecorate them all.\"
\nWithout realizing it, Robin had confirmed Batgirl's long standing belief that\nBatman had to have a great deal of money behind him. A quick addition of the\nprices in the glossy photo put the cost of just this room at almost six thousand\ndollars. And they had twelve apartments like this. As Barbara Gordon, Batgirl\ncould just about afford the rent on her apartment, much less pay for apartments\nthat were empty most of the time.
\nThe buzz of the intercom interrupted anything Batgirl might have wanted to say.\nRobin walked over to the wall and pressed it.
\n\"Seafood Delight.\" said the voice over the speaker. \"Come on up.\" Robin said.\n\"That was fast.\" Batgirl commented as Robin pushed the buzzer that unlocked the\nfront door. \"I've ordered from there before.\" he explained. \"They know the tip\nincreases the faster they get the food here.\" \"Another casual reference to being\nused to have money to burn.\" Batgirl thought. \"If you'll wait in the other room,\nI'll pay for the food.\" Robin said as he pulled a bathrobe over his costume and\ntightened the sash. \"Sure, no problem.\" she replied as she stepped into the\nadjacent bedroom.
\nClosing the door half way behind her, watched from behind as Robin removed his\nmask and answered the door. If she stood were she was, she'd see his face as he\nturned around. As simple as it would be to explain as an accident, it wasn't\nsomething she could bring herself to do. Instead she stepped back into the room\nand awaited Robin's call.
\n\"Dinner's ready.\" the Teen Wonder called out. \"Page 215, I see.\" Batgirl said as\nshe walked back into the living room. \"What?\" a confused Robin said. \"The\nbedroom, page 215 of the catalog.\" she said. \"Oh yeah, right.\"
\nThe two made themselves as comfortable as they could. Capes and gloves were\ndraped across the couch, utility belts piled on top of them. Sitting on the\nfloor, the food covered coffee table between them, they ate and discussed the\nlife of a crimefighter.
\n\"Has anything like this evening ever happened to you before?\" Batgirl asked as\nshe took a bite of her broiled shrimp.
\nRobin stopped in mid-bite. The expression on his face told her that she might've\nmade a big mistake asking that question. It was obvious that tonight hadn't been\nthe first time.
\n\"I'm sorry, I really had no right to ask something like that. I was just\ncurious. I apologize.\"
\nWiping the food residue from his face, Robin look across the table into her rich\ngreen eyes. He sat silent for a few moments and then said.
\n\"Do you really want to know?\"
\nBatgirl nodded in agreement.
\nOnce he began, it was hard for him to stop. Batgirl was sure that this was the\nfirst time he had ever really talked to anyone about this aspect of his career.
\nHe told her of his loss of virginity to The Catwoman. Of his encounter with\nJessica Taylor, an encounter that had been repeated several times before she\nmoved to San Diego. He even admitted to a male experience he'd had when a young\nthug had performed oral sex on him while guarding him. An act he had\nreciprocated.
\nBatgirl listened intently as Robin talked. She wasn't put off by his story, not\neven his revelation of a same sex act. After all, more than a few times lately\nshe'd been wondering to herself that perhaps she was missing something by not at\nleast trying the charms of a sapphic relationship.
\nWhat she found interesting was that in all his experiences, tonight included,\nthere was a aspect of submissiveness. Of a helplessness that increased his\nsexual satisfaction. The look on his face as he talked mirrored that he showed\nwhile tied up back in the warehouse being serviced by Ma Parker.
\nBatgirl could feel a renewed wetness between her legs as she visualized the\nstories he had just told. She could only guess at what Jessica or his male lover\nhad looked like. The Catwoman on the other hand was a know criminal. Batgirl had\neven encountered Selina Kyle after her return to Gotham and a life of crime. In\nher skin tight catsuit, it wasn't hard to imagine what she would look like\nnaked. The image of that naked body atop Robin, riding him, taking his cherry -\nfucking him - was almost too much to bear. She suddenly realized that her\nbreathing had become labored.
\n\"Has anything like that happened to you?\"
\n\"What?\" Batgirl said, her mind suddenly dismissing the sexual images that had\noccupied it. \"I asked if anything like that had ever happened like that to\nyou.?\" Robin repeated.
Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Batgirl was relieved to realize that Robin\nhadn't noticed her state of arousal over his tale. If her costume weren't so\nreinforced, she'd be afraid to stand up, sure that her pants would be covered\nwith a large stain.
\n\"Once, in the very beginning.\" she began.
\nIt wasn't a story she liked remembering, much less telling someone. But Robin\nhad bared his soul and she could do no less. It was funny but she'd never\nconsidered the idea that a male hero could suffer sexual assault. Up until this\nmoment she thought it was something that only heroines had to worry about.
\nIt was only a few months after becoming Batgirl. She'd tried tracking down The\nJoker, not realizing in her youthful exuberance how far out of her league she\nwas. Of course she easily fell into his trap.
\nBound to a gurney, rape was the furthest concern from her mind. The Joker had a\nreputation as a homicidal maniac and Batgirl feared for the worst. It was only\nwhen he dismissed his gang and climbed atop her helpless body that she feared\nshe'd be raped before anything else.
\nIn her worst nightmares, she could still see the small chalky white cock,\nsurrounded by green pubic hair that Joker removed from his purple pants.\nStraddling her waist, he had proceeded to play with it, masturbating it to it's\nfull five inches. Barbara sometimes found it astonishing that at that moment, on\nthe verge of being ravaged and perhaps worse, she wondered if his smallness was\nthe result of the chemical bath that had transformed him into The Joker. If so,\nthat might've been enough to have driven him mad.
\nBracing for the worst, she was confused when the tall man suddenly shot his\nload, all over her large yellow bat-insignia. A chilling, echoing laugh filled\nthe air as he smeared the small residue across her lycra covered breasts. Then\nwithout so much as another word, he jumped off her and left.
\nAfter she freed herself, a still trembling Batgirl had made her way home and\nburned that particular costume in her fireplace. It was almost a month before\nshe could bring herself to put on her spare and venture out once more into the\nnight.
\n\"Damn.\" was the only response Robin could think of.
\nBatgirl decided to change the subject. Reaching behind her into a small pocket\nof her cape, she removed the handcuffs she'd freed Robin from earlier. They were\na real old pair, over sixty years old. She'd saved them to give to her father as\na present. He had a large collection of police memorabilia in his house. There'd\nbeen a Gordon on at least one police force somewhere for the last four\ngenerations. Barbara had broken the tradition, but somehow she felt she was\ndoing something better.
\n\"Those cuffs gave me a lot of trouble.\" Robin said, taking her cue to change the\nsubject. \"I tried every thing I could remember Batman ever teaching me but I\ncouldn't get them loose. They're impossible to get out of.\"
\n\"Click!\"
\nBatgirl grinned in embarrassment as she held the opened cuff in her hand. It had\ntaken her less than thirty seconds to open them. The key was still in her cape.
\n\"I don't believe it!\" Robin said in a shocked tone. \"How'd you do that?\"
\nBatgirl smiled a little brighter. Her little ruse had worked. Robin's mind was\nnow totally on the old handcuffs.
\n\"Don't feel bad.\" she offered in way of apology. \"There's a trick to it.\" \"What\nkind of trick?\"
\n\"Well here, I'll show you.\" she continued as she again manipulated the old metal\njoints until they again popped open. \"See, its not all that hard once you know\nhow to do it.\"
Robin looked closely at the restraints as Batgirl went through it again, this\ntime a little more slowly. As before, they opened easily.
\n\"Can I borrow those?\" Robin asked. \"I was planning to give them to my fa...to a\nfriend of mine. He collects things like this. In fact, he was the one who showed\nme how to open old cuffs like that.\"
\nBatgirl wondered if Robin had ever been to Commissioner Gordon's house and seen\nthe old collection in the study. Many nights when she was a child, her father\nhad explained the pieces to her and how they worked.
\n\"I'll give them back, I promise.\" Robin said. \"I just want to use them to run a\ntrap simulation when Batman gets back. \"A trap simulation?\" Batgirl inquired.\n\"When ever one of us runs into a difficult trap, we do a reenactment to see what\nweaknesses we overlooked and find ways to avoid it in the future.\" \"That's an\ninteresting idea.\" Batgirl noted. \"Makes a lot of sense. Tell me more about it.\"\n\"Well, if Batman were in town, we'd run it tonight while it was fresh in my\nmind. But as it is, I'll have to wait until Monday to do it. \"You couldn't do it\nwithout him?\" she asked. \"Well, I'm not supposed to do it without a spotter.\nKind of like working out with weights. You should have someone there in case\nsomething goes wrong.\" \"Hmm.\" Batgirl mused. \"Would I do as a spotter?\" \"I don't\nsee why not?\" Robin replied. \"After all, you certainly did better in the\noriginal than I did. But why would you want to go to all that trouble?\" \"Well,\nfirst of all, I think its kind of an interesting idea. Secondly, I had\noriginally planned a pretty late evening so I didn't get up today until the near\nside of noon. So its either this, going out again on patrol or seeing whats on\nthe cable.\" \"Ok, if you really want to.\" \"Then it's settled.\" Batgirl smiled as\nshe rose and took the paper plates she'd been eating off of and tossed them into\nthe trash. \"How do we go about this?\"
\n\"Well, normally, if it were possible, we'd go back to the original site.\" Robin\nexplained as he dumped his own trash. \"The only problem there is that it's still\na crime scene and we might run into some of Gotham's Finest or worse the Press.\"\nBatgirl added. \"Exactly.\" Robin agreed. \"The second option would be to recreate\nit 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\nfilled voice. \"Take you to the Batcave?\"
\nThe tone in his voice reminded Batgirl of that of a maiden who'd just been asked\nto surrender her virginity to a stranger.
\n\"Why, is that a problem?\" she asked. \"No, I guess not.\" he replied somewhat\nsheepishly. I'd have to ask you to put on a blindfold while we drove there. It's\none of the rules.\" \"I guess I'm not driving then.\" Batgirl quipped. \"No problem,\nI'm not afraid of the dark.\" \"They should be done with the Batmobile by now, we\ncan swing by the Police garage and pick it up.\" said the Teen Wonder, a little\nmore relaxed than before. \"Good, lets clean up the rest of this and be on our\nway.\"
\nPropelled by the awesome power of the Batmobile, they soon left the city behind.\nSpeeding down dark country roads, Robin found himself stealing looks at his\ncompanion every chance he could. At one point, they'd stopped at a railroad\ncrossing just outside of the city and Robin quickly lost himself staring at her.
\nHer eyes were hidden by the blindfold, but Robin studied every exposed feature\nof her face. The curve of her face, the soft pinkness of her lips, the blush of\nher cheeks. Dropping his gaze downward, he examined the outline of her pert\nbreasts in great detail. Both Selina Kyle and Jessica Taylor had much more\nimpressive busts, but neither had ever occupied as much of his thoughts over the\nlast few years. The 17 year old couldn't begin to count the nights he'd\nmasturbated to her image.
\nHis cock was so hard that it hurt, but he couldn't tear himself away from her.\nOnly an hour before, he had shared his most intimate secrets with her. He hadn't\never told anyone what he'd told her, not even Batman. Had it been his\nimagination or had she really been turned on by what he'd told her. He couldn't\nbe sure.
\n\"Is something wrong?\" Batgirl asked as she automatically turned to face the Teen\nWonder. \"We've been standing still a long time.\" \"No problem.\" came the reply as\nhe quickly shifted the car into gear.
\nThe sound of airbrakes and a sudden deceleration told Batgirl they'd arrived.\nShe could feel the car turning on what she guessed was some sort of turntable.\nThen the sound of the drivers side door opening and padded footsteps rounding\nthe automobile. Finally, the sound of her own door opening.
\n\"You can take the blindfold off now.\" Robin said as he opened her door.
\nBatgirl blinked a few times after she removed the blinder. The chamber was dimly\nlit so it took only a few seconds for her eyes to adjust. Curious, she turned a\nfull three hundred and sixty degrees to take it all in.
\nA feeling of disappointment filled Batgirl as she took it all in. The chamber\nwas about the size of a small auditorium, with a small row of computers against\nthe wall. To the left she could see an auto maintenance area. Not exactly what\nshe expected.
\n\"Let me get the lights.\" Robin said, a broad grin filling his face.
\nAs Robin threw a large wall mounted switch, a loud clang filled the air. Unseen\nbanks of high powered lights exploded to life, banishing the encroaching\nshadows.
\n\"Omigod!\" Batgirl gasped as the dark shadow she thought a wall vanished in the\nlight.
\nThe room she'd been in had only been an antechamber. Beyond it was a vastness\nshe couldn't have imagined. The ceiling was almost beyond view, hidden in the\nfew shadows still remaining. From where she stood, Batgirl could see a scene\nthat looked like it had been lifted right out of a George Lucas film. The cave\nhoused a complete laboratory, including sections for chemical, forensics and\nelectrical analysis. A sophisticated array of computers filled an entire\nsection, all tied into giant fifty inch screens. Opposite them stood a vast\ncommunications bank, monitoring the networks and a multitude of radio\nfrequencies. In the distance, Batgirl could see a trophy room, a fully equipped\ngym, and living quarters.
\n\"Unbelievable.\" Batgirl said as she finally took it all it. \"Well we call it\nhome.\" Robin replied as he walked into the inner cave.
\nRobin quickly moved to the communications bank and pressed down on a small\nintercom. Batgirl watched as a small red light came on in response to his\naction.
\n\"I'm down in the cave.\" he simply said. \"Batgirl is with me.\" \"Understood sir.\"\nsaid a crisp English voice.
\n\"Let me guess, that was the butler.\" Batgirl joked.
\nThe sudden look of concern flashed across Robin's face. She had meant it as a\njoke but had hit too close to home.
\n\"I'll be right with you, I just want to check a few things.\" Robin said.
\nWhile she waited, Batgirl watched the six row bank of television monitors. They\nwere keyed into the three major networks, CNN, Gotham One and a local station.\nOn Gotham One, the city's all news station, Batgirl recognized the backdrop of\nthe Gotham Civic Center. Curious, she turned up the volume. She recognized the\nwoman with the microphone as Carol Wilson, the station's society reporter.
\n\".... the beautiful people have turned in force for the Mayor's benefit\ntonight.\" Wilson said. \"In fact, I think I see one of Gotham's best coming up\nright now.\"
\nThe camera zoomed over Carol Wilson's shoulder and focused on the couple headed\nfor a waiting limousine. Batgirl's eyes opened wide as she recognized the\nhandsome well dressed gentleman. Her eyes then tightened in anger when she saw\nthe woman on his arm.
\n\"Councilman Kendall, how nice to see you again...\" Carol began.
\nWhatever inane comments the high priced clothes horse made after that were lost\nas Batgirl concentrated on the big breasted bimbo to Ed's left.
\n\"I know her.\" she thought.
\nThen it came to her. That was Elizabeth David, they'd both gone to Gotham State.\nOf course she hadn't had those massive breasts that she so prominently displayed\nback then. Back then, her main asset had earned her the sobriquet \"Blow Job\nBetty.\"
\n\"......and that's why it's important for all of us to lend the Mayor our support\nfor projects like this.\" Ed said as he answered a question. \"Now if you'll\nexcuse me, we have a late dinner reservation at the Carlton Arms.\" \"And a\nspecial desert.\" Betty giggled like a little girl. \"Carlton Arms!\" Batgirl said\nin shock. \"He's taking that bimbo to the Carlton!\"
\nA rage flushed through her body at the thought of Blow Job Betty sharing the bed\nshe'd reserved for Ed and her. How could that bastard do something like that to\nher.
\n\"Is something wrong?\" Robin said as he reentered.
\nHe scanned the overhead monitors, half expecting to see some disaster in the\nmaking. Instead he saw only some guy hanging on to one knockout babe.
\n\"No, no problem.\" Batgirl said. \"I just made a mistake about something, that's\nall.\"
\nShrugging his shoulders, Robin led his female counterpart into one of the\nadjacent smaller caverns. Equipped as a combat training center, it was\nrelatively easy to set up the trap scenario. As they secured a crossbeam in\nplace and attached the old handcuffs to it, Robin couldn't help but notice that\nBatgirl seemed much more distant than when they'd first arrived in the Batcave.
\n\"Are you feeling all right?\" he asked. \"What?....\" she replied, quickly shaking\noff her melancholy mood. \"I'm fine, really. I guess some of the seafood didn't\nagree with me, that's all.\" \"We can forget about this, you know.\" said the Teen\nWonder. \"It's really not all that important.\" \"Don't be silly.\" Batgirl laughed.\n\"We're all ready to go. Now climb up there and remember what I showed you.\"
\nAfter a few seconds hesitation, Robin lifted his arms high over his head and\nallowed Batgirl to secure the restraints around his wrists. He pulled on them a\nfew times to test their strength, then nodded that he was ready. Before he had\nstarted, Robin had secured a gag around his mouth for the sake of realism. Of\ncourse it was a lot cleaner than the original.
\nBatgirl shifted a few paces to the left and slowly turned the crank that raised\nthe crossbeam. After a few turns, Robin was just about the same height as in the\nwarehouse.
\n\"Ok, the clock starts........now!\" Batgirl called out as she watched the giant\nsweep hand of the wall clock pass twelve.
\nRobin went to work instantly, a look of determination and confidence on his\nface. Agile fingers played with the tumblers of the old bonds, duplicating the\nsequence he had been shown earlier. He tried it once, then twice, but still the\nbonds failed to spring open.
\nHis look of confidence changed to one of confusion as a third attempt failed to\nfree him. Silently, he turned his head in Batgirl's direction in search of an\nexplanation.
\n\"Oh, did I forget to mention that you can change the tumble sequence on those\nold cuffs.\" Batgirl replied to his silent question. \"After all, what you really\nwant to learn is how to figure out the sequence, not just mimic what someone\nelse showed you.\"
\nIn frustration, Robin tired a variation of the sequence, then pulled fruitlessly\nat the metal circles around his wrists. He was angry at his own overconfidence.
\n\"I can let you down if you want?\" Batgirl said.
\nRobin shook his head no. One way or the other, he would get out of this on his\nown.
\nAs the minutes ticked by, Batgirl had a chance to really study her younger\ncompatriot. Strange how she never really noticed before what a fine tuned body\nhe had. Muscular, yet lean, the sort of body a champion swimmer or a acrobat\nwould have. In fact, based on some of the maneuvers she'd seen him execute over\nthe last few years, Batgirl wouldn't be surprise if Robin had some sort of\nacrobatic background.
\nFollowing the lines of his body, she watched as every muscle seemed to tense as\nhe tried to get free. Powerful legs stretched downward, trying to give him just\na little more leeway.
\nIt was then she noticed that indeed every muscle had come into play. Pressed\ntight against the confines of his green shorts, his cock had risen to a full\nhardness. Spurred to life by his exertions, his member was no less impressive\nthat when she'd it only a few hours before.
\nThe memory of his young manhood, erect and exposed brought a now familiar tingle\nwithin her. She knew that when she got home, there wasn't going to be enough\nbatteries in Gotham to fulfill her need. Thinking back, she now recognized the\nemotion that had filled her as she watched Ma Parker swallow Robin's prize. It\nhadn't been anger, or even disgust - it had been envy!
\nGlancing at the clock on the wall to check Robin's time, Batgirl noted that it\nwas a quarter to midnight. The late supper at the Carlton would just be drawing\nto a close. Ed and Liz would be on their way up to their room just about now.\nNo, not their room...her room. And her bed!
\nJerking her head away from the clock and back to Robin, her eyes opened in\ndisbelief. The Teen Wonder was still hanging from the beam, but his familiar red\nand green costume was gone. He was naked, his maleness fully erect and beckoning\nto her.
\nThe purple and gold clad woman blinked a few times then looked again. To her\nrelief it had all been an illusion. Robin was fully clothed. But was it relief\nshe actually felt, or disappointment. She was so confused, her hormones were\novertaking her judgment.
\nLater on, Batgirl would be unable to recall what actually was going through her\nmind when she took that first set forward. Like a sleepwalker, she moved forward\nseemingly without conscious thought. Robin was too preoccupied with his\npredicament to notice, that is until he felt the waistband of his shorts being\npulled away, then the warm soft embrace of Batgirl's gloved hand around his\nyoung cock.
\nRobin's eyes opened in mute astonishment as he suddenly looked down and saw the\nDarknight Damsel cup his balls and give them a playful squeeze. The she ran her\nlong fingers up and down the length of his stiff cock, causing it to grow even\nharder. Even if he hadn't been gagged, no words would've issued from his lips.\nHe was in a state of shock. His first thought was that he was imagining it, that\nthis couldn't really be happening.
\nThat idea faded as fast as it formed as Batgirl suddenly dropped down to her\nknees and tongued the tip of his cock, licking the small drop of pre-cum that\nhad formed there. Then she ran her tongue down the length of his shaft and\nswirled it around his balls. Up one side and down the other, following the trace\nshe had left with her fingers a few moments before.
\nReaching the base, the dark garbed woman sucked on his balls, taking first one\nthen the other into her mouth. Then she let them both slide free and moved back\nup his now wet shaft.
\nIn a sudden fluid motion, Batgirl engulfed the full length of his shaft, sliding\nthe young manmeat all the way down her throat. She let it slide out slowly, then\nswallowed it once again. A fire filled her as all her pent up desires centered\non the taste, the touch, the scent of the young man before her.
\nNo way he was imagining this, thought the Teen Wonder as every touch of the\nredhead's tongue sent delightful sensations across his helpless body. He could\nfeel the rising eruption building in his balls, knowing that it was going to be\nimpossible for him to hold out for long. Part of him wanted to delay the\ninevitable, to make it last as long as possible. Another part screamed to\nunleash all the power of his young manhood in one explosive salvo.
\nTruth be known, Batgirl wasn't as good a cocksucker as Ma Parker had been, or\neven as good as Selina or Jessica. But for all of either woman's skill, neither\nhad been the object of his boyhood lust.
\nWatching his cock slide in and out in those final moments before he lost\ncontrol, Robin could see a look of total rapture fill Batgirl's face. A look\nreflected on his own.
\nAs soon as she felt the first drops of warm cum splash against the back of her\nmouth, Batgirl deep throated Robin's cock and swallowed the steady stream as\nfast as it came. She'd almost forgotten how much she loved the taste of a man in\nher mouth, and this time it had a special flavor. In a strange sort of way, it\nwas almost incestuous.
\nShe held the softening cock in her mouth for a few long moments, savoring the\ntangy taste. Then as the sudden sexual fever faded, she led it slip from her\nmouth as the realization of what she'd done hit her.
\n\"Omigod!\" she thought as she stepped back and rose to her feet. \"Oh God, what\nhave I done?\" she repeated to herself in a silent horror.
\n\"Robin, I don't know what I can say?\" she stammered. \"I don't know how I can\nexplain.....\"
The look in Robin's eyes caused her to pause. She had expected to see anger,\nhostility, a sense of outrage. Instead she saw a deep longing, a desire, a\nhunger that needed to be filled.
\n\"You don't want me to stop...do you?\" she asked in a soft voice.
\nCarefully, she undid the cloth gag from around his mouth. She let it fall to the\nfloor as she repeated the question.
\n\"No.\" was Robin's quiet single word reply.
\nA smile filled her face as she stepped even closer to the bound boy and kissed\nhim. As their lips met, she could feel a passion that was reflected in her own\nsoul. Her eager tongue pressed against his as they took turns sliding into each\nother's mouth. A second kiss followed, then a third and fourth. Batgirl reached\nup and with one hand, freed his hands from his bindings. Once freed, they closed\naround the woman before him, pulling her as close as he could.
\n\"Why don't we get you a little more comfortable.\" Batgirl whispered in his ear.
\nA soft snapped filled the air as Robin's bright yellow cape drop from his\nshoulders onto the floor. Then, one by one, Batgirl undid the laces that held\nhis red vest together, until that too joined the cape on the padded floor.\nLifting the green shirt he wore underneath, Batgirl exposed a strong, lightly\nhaired chest. Gloved hands stroked well developed muscles, taking a moment to\ntweak the small nipples in the center.
\n\"I'm glad you like that.\" she said. \"I've got a lot more that I think you're\ngoing to like.\"
\nLeaning forward, she stretched out her tongue and caressed his nipples. It\ndidn't take long for them to become erect. Kissing each one, she drew them\ninside her mouth and sucked gently. Too often, young men freaked if they found\nthemselves enjoying activities that they associated as being things that guys\ndid to girls. They often associated such enjoyment with some sort of latent\nhomosexuality. Thankfully, Robin seemed to be beyond that.
\nIt didn't take long before Robin was wearing only the black mask on his face and\nnothing else. Reluctantly, Batgirl stepped back from his embrace and took a few\nmore steps back.
\n\"Mind if I get comfortable too\"? she grinned.
\nFirst went her purple and gold cape. With a wave of her arm, she tossed it atop\nRobin's own. Next went her boots and gloves, followed by her utility belt. Then,\nwith slow, deliberate movements, she unzipped the back of her body suit.\nCarefully, she pealed it off her body, aware of Robin's eyes following her every\nmove. Finally, she stood there in only her bra, panties and cowl.
\nUnclasping the back hook of her bra, Batgirl wished for a second she had worn\nthe lace green pair she'd left back on her bed. Then she reflected that they'd\nnever had lasted through the earlier fight. Freeing her breasts and letting the\nplain white bra join the growing pile on the floor, she rubbed them a few times,\nrestoring her circulation. The sports bra was normally a tight fit. The matching\npanties quickly joined it on the floor. Then she hesitated.
\nThe beats of her heart quickened as she reached up and undid the snaps of her\ncowl. She started to lift it, then paused once more.
\n\"This is my decision.\" she said as she looked right at Robin. \"It's not\nsomething that you have to reciprocate.\"
\nThen, with a sudden, quick gesture, the cowl and long haired red wig that\ndefined her Batgirl identity dropped to the ground.
\n\"Well.....what do you think?\" Barbara Gordon asked as she struck a pose. \"I know\nI'm no Catwoman but......\" \"No.....\" Robin cut her off in mid-sentence. \"You're\nmuch more beautiful.\" \"I bet you say that to all the naked crimefighters.\"\nBarbara laughed.
\nRobin could only think of one way to prove he meant it. Without hesitation, he\nreached up and pulled off his own mask. The look of recognition on Barbara's\nface was instantaneous.
\n\"Dick Grayson,\" Barbara said to herself. \"How could I not have recognized him\nbefore?\"
\nShe'd been introduced to Grayson at a dozen charity fund-raisers for the\nlibrary, how could she not have recognized him? It wasn't like he wore a cowl\nand wig like she did, that she could've understood. It was like someone putting\non a pair of glasses and all your friends thinking you were someone else.
\nThen it hit her that every time she'd been introduced to Dick, he'd been with\nhis guardian, Bruce Wayne. When you had such an impressive hunk as the\nmillionaire chairman of Wayne Enterprises in front of you, it was hard to notice\nthe kid with him.
\n\"Omigod!\" a mental voice screamed in Barbara's mind as a curtain rose and the\nobvious suddenly became clear. \"Wayne is The Batman!\"
\nBruce Wayne was The Batman. It seemed so unbelievable. Who would ever have\nthought that a playboy like that could be the dreaded specter of the night. Then\nagain, who would've ever thought of Barbara Gordon as Batgirl when you stopped\nto think about it.
\nShe flashed back to the night she'd become Batgirl. To that silly smile Wayne\nhad flashed at her when she'd told him her name was Batgirl. Suddenly his secret\njoke made sense.
\n\"Something funny?\" a confused Dick asked.
\n\"Sorry,\" a beaming Barbara said, a wide smile on her face. \"I just got the punch\nline to an old joke. I'll explain it to you later.\"
\nBarbara stepped forward and took Dick by the hand. They took a few steps\ntogether, then she asked...
\n\"With all the caverns you have down here, is there one that has a bed?\"
\nOf course there was. In fact, it was a perfect recreation of the master bedroom\nof Wayne Manor above. Complete with a oversized four posted bed. No R.J. Nickels\nhere. At that moment, Barbara couldn't care if it was a storeroom with an army\ncot.
\nLaying across the satin sheets, the two adventures slowly, gently, explored each\nother's bodies. Soft kisses, gentle strokes and quiet words stretched minutes\ninto a half hour. Starting at her neck, Dick kissed his way down to Barbara's\nbreasts. he covered them with soft pecks before demonstrating the skill he had\nlearned at the hands of his other lovers.
\nBarbara moaned softly as Dick played with her nipples with both his hands and\nhis mouth. Artfully his tongue traced the outline of the small pink circles\nbefore pressing his face deep within the valley between. His tongue licked every\ninch of exposed flesh, planting kisses along the way. Barbara slid her hand\nunder her left breast and lifted it, guiding the nipple into his mouth. Dick\neagerly took the offering and delivered the same pleasure she'd given him\nbefore. He quickly shifted to her other mound, all the while continuing to\nstroke her body. His hand slid down to between her legs and he gently caressed\nthe soft red haired mound.
\nBarbara leaned back on the bead and spread her legs, inviting Dick to further\ntake of her delights. Continuing his tongue and lips journey down across her\nbody, he quickly reached the center of her sexuality. He planted a kiss to the\nleft of her pearl, then the right, before spreading Barbara's moist lips with\nhis fingers to exposed the excited clit within.
\nA loud sigh escaped Barbara's lips as Dick made contact with her love button.\nWhatever his other shortcomings in the art of lovemaking might have been, it was\nquickly obvious that he was a first class pussy licker. Spreading her legs as\nfar as she could, the 23 year old rolled her head back and closed her eyes,\nloosing herself in the warm sensations radiating out from her sexual center.
\nBarbara's cunt grew wetter and wetter with each passage of her younger lover's\ntongue. He slid a finger inside her, adding it's motion to the rhythm he'd\nestablished. Faster and faster moved both appendages, saturating the surrounding\nred hair with sticky girlcum. And with each repetition, both the waves of\ndelight and loud moans that accompanied them increased as well.
\n\"Oh yes,\" Barbara yelled. \"Lick my pussy, you've gotten it so..so wet. I want to\ncum!\"
\nIt wasn't long before she got her wish as she felt her body tense up and\neruption of fire explode between her legs. Cascading waves of passion ripped\nthrough her quaking form as the byproducts of her eruption covered Dick's face.\nEver since the night he had first sucked Catwoman's pussy, Dick had loved the\ntaste of a woman's cum. He eagerly lapped up as much as he could.
\nThe oscillating surf that gripped her had barely crested before Barbara quickly\nshifted into an upright position and pulled Dick to her. She kissed him hard,\ntasting her own fruit in his mouth. Again and again she kissed him, alternating\nthose deep soul kisses with ones on his cheeks. Kisses that cleared the sticky\nresidue that covered his cheeks.
\n\"I want you inside me.\" she panted in between kisses. \"I want your cock in my\npussy!\" she said in a much louder voice.
\nPushing the younger man down on the bed, Barbara spun around and mounted him.\nHer back to his face, he was able to reach up and take hold of her breasts. With\na firm grip on each soft mound, Dick played with each nipple as she began to\nride his ever hard cock up and down.
\n\"Oh yes....yes!!\" Barbara panted as she felt Dick's manhood fill her again and\nagain. It felt so good. It had been so very long since it had felt so good.
\nPinned down by her weight and the force with which she slammed her sugar walls\ndown around his pleasure pole, there wasn't much Dick could do but lay back and\nenjoy the ride. Not that he was complaining of course. It seemed to be a\nfamiliar pattern by now. In the end, he always seemed to become a mere extension\nof his cock. It was the position in which both Selina and Jessica had always\nused. They had always needed to have the dominate role. Just once he'd like to\nhave it be different.
\nAs if she could read his mind, Barbara had the same exact thought. Part of her\nmind flashed back to the conversation they'd had earlier. It only took a second\nto make a decision.
\nPulling herself off him, she jumped forward onto the length of the long bed.\nSpreading out her arms and legs she lifted her crotch up into the air and\ninvited Dick to enter her on his own.
\nThe 17 year old didn't waste a second. He rose to his knees and took a firm hold\non the front of her legs. With all the force he could muster, he pushed himself\ninside of her. Again and again, he felt his balls slam against her body as he\npushed harder and harder.
\n\"Deeper....deeper!...Omigod...yes!\" Barbara yelled yet again.
\nBeads of sweat ran down both their bodies as they began to rut like wild\nanimals. Long gone were the two cool, logical crimefighters, they had been left\nbehind in the pile of costumes in the outer room. As she felt each new thrust of\nDick's cock, Barbara thought of the countless nights he'd masturbated thinking\nabout a night like this. A thought that must have been on his mind as well. It\ndrove both of them to a state neither had ever approached before.
\nBreaths came in labored short gasps and Barbara felt her vision blur as what had\nto be the most intense orgasm of her young life set every nerve of her body\nafire. Bright lights flashed before her eyes as she soared above that plateau\nshe had only dreamed about.
\nThen as quickly as it had occurred, the sensation began to fade. Her vision\ncleared, and in the silence her heartbeat began to slowly return to normal. But\nthe memory would never fade. It would be something she would remember night\nafter night.
\nCollapsing on her stomach across the bed, Barbara felt Dick lay down across her.\nHe was as exhausted as she was. Sometime during her brief journey into bliss,\nDick had caught up with her and sent a hot burst of whiteness splashing across\nher ass. Her eyes half closed, she reached back and wiped her fingers across the\ngummy film. She lifted the cum covered fingers to her lips and licked them\nclean. An action that brought a broad smile to Dick's face before he drifted\ninto a deep sleep. Moments later, Barbara joined him in the sleep of the\ncontented.
\nThe morning dawn would not only bring a new day but a new team. A new Dynamic\nDuo - the team of Batgirl and Robin.......
\nEND
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