Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 06
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. This tale follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 6: At The Mercy Of Two-face
Tuesday, 1:05 pm
Barbara groaned and her eyelids fluttered open, to see the gruesome, half-scarred visage of Two-face, hovering just above her helpless form. She would've screamed out loud, had it not been for the red rubber ballgag filling her mouth. Her eyes opened wide in terror, as her gaze was drawn to the gleaming serrated-edged blade of the carving knife, held in his right hand. She started to tug, frantically, at her wrist manacles, whilst vigorously shaking her head from side to side.
"Nnnnggghh! Mmmmpppphh!" she screamed.
"Good afternoon, Ms. Gordon!" he said, followed by a low, menacing chuckle. "I hope Junior has been attending to all your needs, during my absence?" He leant over her and calmly snicked through the narrow shoulder straps of her dress, with the razor sharp knife blade, then inserted it between her heaving breasts and proceeded to cut the dress away, from top to bottom. "You won't be needing this!" he informed her. He yanked the completely severed garment out from under her taut body and tossed it aside, leaving her naked, except for her dark, hold-up stockings with their black lacy tops, that reached almost up to her crotch. Junior had carelessly forgotten to replace her string panties, the night before, so they, at least, were spared this simplistic disrobing procedure.
He smiled at the sight of her shapely mound and naked pussy. "You really are a delightful young creature, Ms. Gordon, but if I am going to send a snapshot of you to Batman, then I need to make sure that I really grab the Caped Clown's complete attention!" he informed the squirming redhead, unfastening his pants and pulling out an impressive sized, semi-hard penis. He climbed onto the bed between her widespread thighs, his hardening erection resting in the palm of his right hand. "Please try to understand, Ms. Gordon, this is nothing personal, but you ARE supposed to be the damsel in distress, in this little scenario?" he added, with a hideous cackle of mirth.
The terrified redhead stared back at him, her big green eyes wide with fear.
He positioned the bulbous head of his erection at the entrance to her wide-spread pussy, then paused to toss his double-headed lucky coin high into the air. He caught it, expertly in his left hand and glanced at it. "Heads! You lose, Ms. Gordon!" he informed her, with another insane chuckle. He rammed his hips forward, entering his helpless victim in one, excruciatingly painful movement.
"Aaaiiieee!" Barbara screamed into her ballgag, arching her spine up off the mattress and almost fainting from the sudden terrific pain.
Two-face's hips began to jerk, as he raped her, mercilessly, pistoning in and out of her tight pussy with animal-like grunts, his half-undeformed features set in a mask-like grimace of pleasure. "Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh..."
The chains attached to Barbara's ankle manacles, snapped taunt, with every powerful thrust into her sex, providing a metallic clunking accompaniment to his feral grunts and her muffled cries of pain.
Finally, with a wild cry of triumph, he came, spurting his hot jism deep into her tight cunt, just as her loins began to pump up to meet his, in unwanted synchronization, as she felt her own orgasm starting to build deep within her. With a crooked grin, he pulled out his softening organ, climbed off his victim, and hurried from the room, to fetch Junior's digital camera.
The unfulfilled redhead, collapsed back onto the bed, tears of self-loathing and... yes, disappointment, flowing from her big, green eyes, her shoulders shaking with her muffled sobs. Drool leaked from about the red rubber ballgag and ran down her chin and neck.
She was hardly aware of her abuser taking numerous flash photographs of her nude body, shortly afterwards. Two-face would print out the most suitable one, for the Batman's perusal, whilst retaining the remainder, as a little memento of his greatest triumph, the forthcoming elimination of the pesky Bat-trio!
Tuesday, 1:57 pm
Sparrow slid down the stainless steel Batpole into the Batcave and lightly ran over to the Dynamic Duo. "Alfred said you were both down here," she gasped. "Any news of Barbara?" Jenny was wearing her own crime-fighter costume, which consisted of a black, Kevlar reinforced, Latex catsuit, with tight-fitting, calf-length boots, short cape and cowl, but with a stylized 'sparrow' symbol emblazoned across her breast, instead of the more familiar 'bat'. The cowl also lacked the pointed Bat-ears of Batgirl's outfit.
Batman shook his cowled head, his square jaw set in a grim expression. "I'm afraid not, Sparrow! She seems to have vanished off the face of the planet? Robin has been over to her apartment and checked it out. There was no sign of Barbara but, even more worryingly, her bed looked as if it hadn't been slept in! We suspect she may have been abducted!"
"Yeah! We figure that whoever grabbed Barbara, did so before she managed to get into her apartment, last night, after her new boyfriend dropped her off!" the Boy Wonder added, smacking one gloved fist into the palm of his other hand, in obvious worry and annoyance.
"Harvey is NOT her boyfriend!" Jennifer snapped, her blue eyes flashing with irritation.
"Tell us some more about this new Assistant D.A., Harvey Dent Jr.," Bruce suggested, with a frown. He had only learnt about him, while talking to Jennifer earlier, on the Bat-phone.
"Well..." Before Jenny could say another word, the internal telephone extension started to ring, insistently.
Brring, brring! Brring...
"Sorry, Jennifer, I'd better take this call!" Batman picked up the extension phone. "Yes, Alfred...?" He listened for a few moments. "Thank you, Alfred! We'll get over there right away, Alfred!" He replaced the receiver and turned back to his two companions. "That was..."
"ALFRED!" the other two said, in near perfect unison.
"Er, yes! Commissioner Gordon just rang. He has just received a hand delivered letter, addressed to me! It had been pushed under his office door, by a person, or persons, unknown. I think we'd better get over their right away, and find out what this is all about, Boy Wonder?"
"Couldn't Jim just have opened the letter and informed you of the contents over the phone?" Robin asked, looking slightly bemused.
"Jim Gordon would NEVER open someone else's mail!" retorted Batman, shocked at the very suggestion. "Too the Batmobile, Robin! Jenny you'd better stay here and take any messages! We can talk some more, when I get back!"
Tuesday, 2:13 pm
Jim Gordon looked up, as the Dynamic Duo strode, purposefully, into his office at GCPD Headquarters. "Ah, Batman, Robin, thank goodness you're both here! My policeman's instinct tells me that this could prove to be of prime importance?" He held out a plain, light-brown padded envelope, with 'FOR THE ATTENTION OF BATMAN' scrawled across the front, in bright blue crayon.
Instead of taking the envelope, the Caped Crusader took a quick step backward. "Just carefully place it in this sample bag, Commissioner," he replied, holding out an open, clear plastic bag, hooked on the end of a pair of long Bat-tongs. Where the Bat-tongs had come from, was anybody's guess? "We will examine it thoroughly, back at the Batcave, before attempting to open it. It may be a letter bomb of some sort?"
"BOMB?" The grey-haired policeman croaked. His face went pale, and he hurriedly complied, with trembling hands.
Batman turned to his colorfully costumed companion. "Look after this, Robin!" he said, passing over the tongs and bag containing the suspect package.
The Boy Wonder's eyes opened wide. "WHO, ME?" he croaked, before gingerly accepting the tongs and bag from his partner. "Why do I get all the shitty jobs?" he moaned, under his breath.
"There's something else worrying me, Caped Crusader," the white-haired Police Commissioner added, mopping the perspiration from his brow, with a large white handkerchief. "I've been trying to contact my daughter all morning! She isn't at work, and she isn't answering her home phone. Also, her cell-phone appears to be switched off! You wouldn't have any idea where Barbara might be, would you, old friend?"
Batman looked decidedly embarrassed. "Well, ah, Commissioner, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this, but..." he began, but was interrupted by a polite knock on the office door.
Jim Gordon looked up and his face broke into a smile, as he beckoned in his latest visitor. "Batman, Robin, I don't think you've met our new Deputy District Attorney, Harvey Dent Jr., have you?"
A smartly dressed young man, with a slim build, short, dark-brown hair and a neatly trimmed black moustache, stepped into the room and held out a slim hand, a smile on his face. The Dynamic Duo both shook hands with him.
"It's a pleasure to meet you both," Harvey declared. "Your unstinting fight against lawlessness, is much appreciated by myself and the rest of the law-abiding citizens of Gotham!" He turned back to the commissioner. "I was in the vicinity, Commissioner, so I thought I'd drop by and find out if there was any further news about my errant father, Two-face that is?" he added, for the benefit of the Masked Avengers, in case they were unaware of the blood relationship. The lack of surprised exclamations, suggested that they were!
Jim Gordon shook his head, sadly. "Sorry, Harvey! We have no idea what he will get up to next?"
"Could you tell me what time you dropped off Ms. Gordon, at her apartment, last night, Harvey?" enquired the Dark Knight, seizing on the opportunity to question him.
"What's this? You had a DATE with my daughter, last night, Harvey?" exclaimed the policeman, a broad smile spreading over his features. "You young rogue!"
"Yes, Sir!" Harvey confirmed, before turning back to Batman. "Perhaps 5 or 10 minutes after midnight, Batman!"
"Did you see any suspicious characters hanging around, when you left?"
Harvey shook his head. "No, not that I can remember?"
"Wha'... What's happened?" enquired Jim, the beaming smile faltering. "Has something happened to my little girl?"
Batman turned back to the anxious lawman. "We're not sure, Jim! Barbara seems to have vanished into thin air!"
"Oh my gosh!" gasped the Commissioner, going a deathly pale and clutching at his heart, theatrically.
"She seemed in excellent health when I last saw her, sir!" Harvey added, as if by way of consolation.
Tuesday, 3:23 pm
Batman passed the glass slides containing the two selected fingerprints that he'd just lifted from the suspect envelope, over to Jennifer. The envelope had been plastered with partial prints, which he suspected mainly belonged to Commissioner Gordon. "Can you slip those under the optical microscope, Sparrow, and then compare them with the fingerprint database on the Bat-computer?" he asked the shapely blonde.
"Uh huh!" Jenny nodded and hurried over to the transmission light microscope on the far side of the cavern, and inserted the first glass slip. The state-of-the-art microscope was interfaced to a desktop computer that was, in turn, locally networked to the main Bat-computer.
Meanwhile, Batman inserted a letter opener under the flap of the envelope, and slowly slit it open. He had already X-rayed the envelope to check that there was no explosive device contained within it. Nothing suspicious had shown up. He emptied the contents onto the desktop. There was a folded slip of writing paper, a 7 x 5 inch color photograph and a lock of red hair.
"Holy Spanish Inquisition!" Robin gasped, as he stared at the picture of Barbara, stretched out on a bed, chained down and spreadeagle. She was totally naked, apart from her dark hose. A red rubber ballgag was strapped into her mouth, stretching her jaws painfully wide, to cut off her cries. Some sort of semi-clear deposit was smeared over her nicely padded mons and inner thighs, glistening wetly! Her big green eyes bulged, wide-open with terror.
Bruce picked up the slip of paper, unfolded it and read the terse message, aloud:
Dynamic Duo,
If you both want to see the Commissioner's little dyke alive again, come to the abandoned furniture warehouse in the old business district of Gotham City, at 8:00 pm this evening, and bring the Batslut with you. No cops, or the Gordon bitch dies!
Two-face
"It doesn't give us an address!" Robin wailed, wide-eyed.
"That's because it is the same warehouse where the disfigured maniac trapped Batgirl in the supersonic vibrator!" the Dark Knight replied, grimly.
"Holy Deja-vu!"
Jenny bounced back over, her eyes ablaze with excitement, unaware of this latest development. "I've found a match for both fingerprints, Batman!" she declared. "The one print is Commissioner Gordon's but the other belongs to that half hideous hoodlum, Two-face!"
Her gaze suddenly alighted on the color photo, and the blood drained from her face. "Barbara?" she gasped, picking up the photograph and staring at it, aghast. "Oh, Barbara, what have they done to you?" she wailed. She could clearly see the cum oozing from the gorgeous redhead's widespread pussy.
Will Barbara survive the clutches of Two-face, or will the Dynamic Trio come to her rescue once again? And, what of Harvey Jr.? Tune in for the next exciting episode, coming soon!
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 07
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. This tale follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 7: The Snake Pit
Tuesday, 7:25 pm
Batman parked the Batmobile several blocks away from the old abandoned warehouse and the three caped vigilantes alighted, prepared to cautiously approach their destination on foot. The shadows were lengthening, as the evening wore on. It had been obvious, from the threatening note that he'd sent, that the ghoulish Two-face was unaware that he already had the Batgirl in his clutches. It was equally obvious that Barbara Gordon was being used as bait, to lure the three intrepid costumed crime-fighters, into some sort of devious trap. Even so, they still had a moral obligation to attempt the rescue of the spunky redhead!
At Batman's suggestion, Jennifer had gone over to Barbara's apartment and dressed in one of her latest sexy Batgirl costumes. Jenny was very similar in size and build to Barbara, so there was no way that the badly scarred villain would suspect she was anything other than the genuine article, when they finally encountered him. She was feeling a bit self-conscious, about wearing the sheer, see-through body stocking, with just a brief black thong for underwear, even though she'd often ended up wearing far less, while performing her striptease routines, in the various sleazy nightclubs that employed her in her alternate career. She'd also been uncomfortably aware of the Boy Wonder casting surreptitious glances at her clearly visible breasts, during the somewhat cramped drive over there and had been forced to brush his hand off her knee, on a couple of occasions.
"Keep to the shadows, just in case Two-face has posted a lookout!" Batman warned his companions, blinking and dragging his gaze away from Jenny's tits. "With a bit of luck, the Hideous Hoodlum won't be expecting us to turn up this early?" His fellow vigilantes both nodded then followed, as the Caped Crusader loped off down a narrow side street, heading in the direction of the old abandoned warehouse.
As they neared the front entrance, the Dark Knight held up a hand, while keeping to the deeper shadows of the alley opposite the front of the warehouse. His fellow costumed crime-fighters, came to a halt and crouched down low. Their immediate surroundings appeared to be as lifeless as your average graveyard at midnight. He took out a pair of infrared Bat-binoculars and carefully scanned the locale. There were no apparent signs of activity! "I don't like it!" he muttered, with a slight shake of his head. "It's far too quiet!"
"C'mon, Bruce! Two-face could be doing all sorts of unthinkable things to Barbara, while we're standing here, dithering!" Jenny urged, tugging at the hem of his Batcape, impatiently.
"I was NOT dithering, just being cautious," the Caped Crusader retorted, going a little red in the face.
"Let's go get the freak!" Robin said, eager to get at their arch nemesis.
"Very well, but keep behind me!" Batman ran for the slightly open door, closely followed by Batgirl, with Robin bringing up the rear.
Batman peeked inside, before fully opening the peeling, wooden door. The foyer of the office area and the corridor beyond, both appeared to be deserted. They crept forward in Indian file, keeping their eyes open for possible traps and peering into every room that led off from the hallway. There was no sign of the ghoulish Two-face or his lovely hostage.
"Where the hell are they?" muttered the Boy Wonder, nervously, his eyes darting about.
"Perhaps they're in the main storage area?" Jenny suggested, anxiously.
"Let's go take a look!" Batman said, grimly.
The dynamic trio crept forward and finally arrived at some wooden double-doors, sagging on their rusty hinges. They pushed through them, to find themselves in a massive storage facility, empty now, apart from a few scattered, rotting wooden pallets and damaged wooden crates. There were numerous holes in the sagging corrugated steel roof and a pervading smell of dampness about the place. There was what looked like a vehicle inspection or maintenance pit, in the centre of the concrete slab floor, but no sign of their quarry or his helpless victim.
"Can you hear something?" Jenny asked her two companions, with a slight frown on her pretty face. "It sounds like a sort of faint rustling or hissing noise?"
"Hmm, yes I can, now that you mention it! It seems to be coming from that pit over there!" Batman muttered.
The three Caped Crusaders cautiously made their way over toward the inspection pit, the apparent source of the strange noise. They paused, in a small cluster, at the edge, peering down into the dark, Stygian depths.
"Strange? It's far too deep for a vehicle inspection pit?" Batman muttered, with a puzzled expression on his handsome face. "It must be at least fifteen feet deep, with perfectly smooth walls?"
"There's something moving down there," added the Boy Wonder, nervously, inching away from the edge of the drop.
"The whole floor of the pit seems to be moving?" Jenny gasped, wide-eyed. "It's as if... eeekk!" The slab beneath their feet suddenly pivoted on a hidden fulcrum and tipped up behind them, plunging all three startled crime-fighters into the pit, to an accompaniment of maniacal laughter.
They soft-landed in a heap of tangled limbs and angry hissing noises. Jennifer felt creatures moving and slithering all around her, in the darkness. "Ugh! Snakes! I hate snakes," she cried, desperately scrambling to her high-heeled feet. As her eyes became accustomed to the gloom, she saw that the bottom of the pit was crammed full of the squirming, hissing creatures, many of them several feet in length.
She clung on to Batman, who had risen up beside her, wrapping her arms about his neck and crushing her boobs up hard against his manly Kevlar covered chest. "Are... are they poisonous?" she asked, in a tremulous voice, standing on the tips of her toes.
The Caped Crusader switched on the flashlight he had just removed from a compartment on his utility belt and played the powerful beam around the base of the pit. The angry mass of hissing dark brown reptiles slithered a couple of feet away from the three standing humans, as they retreated from the sudden bright light.
"Are you alright, Robin?" Batman enquired, turning to his partner, who had just jumped up alongside him.
The Boy Wonder, rubbed the back of his head, ruefully, before replying. "I took a bit of a bang on the head, when I landed, Batman, but otherwise I feel fine!"
Batman looked down at Jennifer and patted her shapely ass, comfortingly, with his free hand. "I believe we are in a pit full of Agkistrodon Piscivorous, or Cottonmouth snakes, also known as the Water Moccasin," he replied, calmly. "And yes, Jenny, in answer to your query, they are HIGHLY venomous!"
Jenny shivered and clung to the Caped Crusader even tighter, her heart pounding.
"But, contrary to popular belief, they are not particularly aggressive and will not normally attack, unless agitated!" he added, giving her ass another comforting smack. "Unfortunately, our sudden descent on top of them, seems to have annoyed them somewhat!"
"Holy Slithering Death!" exclaimed the Boy Wonder, standing back to back with the Caped Crusader, while nervously eying the squirming mass of deadly reptiles.
Jennifer stared at the mass of snakes, many of the nearer ones having raised their heads, flicking their forked tongues in and out of their open mouths and displaying their venom filled fangs. "Is... Is their bite fatal?" she gasped, wide-eyed.
"I believe their bite is hemotoxic, causing severe necrosis at the site of the wound, and leading to the eventual death of the victim, if not promptly treated!" Batman confirmed, calmly.
Suddenly, a dark shape loomed above them, at the rim of the pit. "I hope you like my little pets, Bat-morons?" exclaimed Two-face, followed by an insane cackle. "Try not to make any sudden moves, or they will sink their highly venomous fangs into your succulent flesh, if they haven't already done so, that is?" This was followed by another loud guffaw.
The disfigured maniac jerked his head to one side, as Robin's Batarang flew past his ear, then flipped his double-headed silver dollar into the air and expertly caught it. "Rough side! Bad luck, Caped Comedians, you lose! I shall leave you all to your inevitable fate! Death by snakebite can be slow and VERY painful! But try to look on the bright side... the world will soon be rid of three more pesky bats!" He vanished from their sight, laughing, uproariously.
"We must get out of here, before any of these snakes sink their fangs into us!" Batman whispered, out of the corner of his mouth, after giving Two-face a minute to take his leave. He half-squatted and linked the fingers of both hands in front of him, forming a stirrup. "Robin, place your right foot in my hands and climb up onto my shoulders!"
"But I still won't be able to reach the top of the pit," Robin protested.
"When you are firmly set, Jenny will climb up over both of us, and stand on your shoulders. She should be able to pull herself out of the pit from there?" Robin and Jenny both nodded their understanding. "Jen, when you are out of the pit, attach your Bat-rope to the nearest sturdy anchor point, then lower the other end into the pit, so that Robin and I can climb out!"
She swallowed hard and nodded, in the faint light. "Understood, Batman!"
With considerable grunting, Robin scrambled up Batman's powerful body and planted his feet on his shoulders, either side of his cowled head. "Ready when you are, Jen!" he called down. "I figure I'm about four feet from the top of the pit!"
The substitute Batgirl, nodded, dragging her gaze away from the hissing, squirming reptiles. "Don't either of you guys drop me," she said, her voice quavering, as she placed one foot in Batman's linked hands and stepped up. Slowly, she ascended the human tower, helped by their willing hands, until she found herself standing, swaying, on Robin's broad shoulders. Her head was, finally, just above ground level. She peered around in the gathering gloom, searching for any signs of their advisory. The warehouse appeared to be deserted. Placing both hands on the adjacent concrete slabs, she hauled herself up and out of the pit, uttering a huge gasp of relief, as she rolled clear.
"I'm out!" she hissed, making her way over to a roof support girder, some twenty feet from the edge of the pit, while pulling out a coil of Bat-rope from a compartment on her utility belt. She tied off one end of the thin nylon cord, around the base of the steel column, before returning to the edge of the pit, running out the free line.
"Here comes the rope," she called, softly, casting it into the gloomy depths.
"Got it!" the Boy Wonder grunted, from his position on Batman's shoulders. Within seconds, he had climbed out and was standing next to Jennifer.
"When you're ready, Batman!" he called down.
There was a pained grunt from below and then the slack in the line was taken up, as the Caped Crusader started scaling the smooth pit wall. As his head and shoulders appeared, the other two costumed crime-fighters, rushed forward to help him out. The Caped Crusader's face looked ashen and drawn in the dim light filtering through the holes in the roof.
"Are you alright, Batman?" Jennifer gasped, anxiously. The Caped Crusader looked dreadful.
He gave her a weak smile. "I'm afraid one of our Agkistrodon Piscivorous friends took a dislike to me and sank his fangs into my leg, when I first landed in the pit!" he explained. "The poison is already starting to spread throughout my bloodstream!"
"Where did it bite you?"
He looked embarrassed. "On the inside of my left thigh, close to my crotch!"
"Get those tights off!" she snapped.
"Hang on a..."
"Get 'em off! I'm gonna try to suck out as much of the venom as possible! Robin, go fetch the Batmobile around to the side of the warehouse! We will have to get Bruce to hospital, as soon as possible, if we're going to save his life!"
Robin glanced at Batman for confirmation.
"Do it!" the Caped Crusader confirmed, with a slight nod.
The Boy Wonder turned and ran for the exit, as fast as his legs would take him.
As Batman pulled his Bat-pants and Bat-tights down about his knees, Jenny removed a small multi-purpose pocketknife from a compartment on her utility belt, and gracefully sank to her knees before him. "This may hurt a little," she warned, quickly locating the twin puncture marks and slicing open the surrounding flesh. Batman flinched slightly, his erect penis bobbing, as blood began to seep out of the fresh incision. Jenny lowered her pursed lips to the wound, sucking, powerfully, before spitting out a mouthful of blood onto the concrete floor.
She repeated this process several times, hoping she was in time to remove sufficient venom from his bloodstream, before it was too late. She was uncomfortably aware of his full hairy testicles brushing against her right cheek, and his impressive erection, standing out hard and straight, mere inches from her lips. She decided his hard-on was probably a side effect of the snake venom? She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like, to have such an impressive male organ pumping in and out of her pussy though?
The roar of the Batmobile's engine, and the screech of tires, brought her out of her reverie, as it came to an abrupt halt outside. "Hopefully that will have removed sufficient poison?" she panted, after spitting out a last mouthful of blood. "Get your togs back on and let's get you to hospital!"
As she went to stand up, the glans of his penis brushed across her full lips and she jerked her face away, in shocked surprise. "What the fuc...?"
"Sorry, Sparrow, a complete accident," Batman murmured, his weak smile quickly turning to a grimace of pain. "Better get me too that hospital fast! I don't feel so good!"
Jennifer nodded and helped him pull up his tights and Bat-briefs. She blushed, prettily, behind her mask, imagining what the scene would have looked like to a casual observer.
"If we hadn't managed to get out of that snake pit fast, we would have all received multiple snake bites, within a very short time," Batman muttered, with another grimace. "Then we would ALL have suffered a slow, agonizing death. As it is, Two-face's dastardly scheme might still prove partially successful!"
"Shut up and stop whining! I don't want to hear any more of that defeatist nonsense!" Jennifer snapped, coloring, angrily.
With Batgirl's help, he limped out to the waiting vehicle, without another word.
Tuesday, 9:36 pm
Jennifer looked up, as the Boy Wonder returned to the waiting area of Gotham City General A & E. "How is he, Robin?" she asked, anxiously.
"He's still conscious, Batgirl," Robin answered, uncomfortably aware of several other people in the room, who were currently staring at them, with undisguised curiosity, listening to every word. "They've put him on an I.V. drip, dressed his wound, and pumped him full of the correct anti-venom and antibiotics! Luckily, Batman recognized the species of snake and was able to inform the medical staff!" He noted the worried look on Jenny's face and draped a comforting arm about her shoulders. "The doctor thinks we got him here in time, thanks to your unusual, um, emergency treatment at the scene, Girl Wonder!"
"He never even mentioned he'd been bitten, until we were all safely clear of the pit!" she replied, tearfully.
"Typical of the man," Robin replied, soberly, "always putting the safety of others, before his own!" His expression brightened. "Still, his real identity is safe. He refused, point-blank, to let the nurse take off his Batmask and cowl, when they undressed him and put him to bed!"
Jenny smiled, and then grimaced. "But we're still no nearer catching Two-face, or finding Barbara!" she muttered under her breath, her shoulders slumping in defeat.
Tuesday, 9:39 pm
Barbara's eyes flew open, as she heard the key turn in the lock of the condo door. Seconds later, Harvey Jr. appeared in the open doorway to the bedroom, wearing a typical smart grey business suit, white shirt and sober, dark-blue tie. The Assistant D.A. had a worried frown on her face, as she stared down at the spread-eagled girl on the bed, apparently oblivious to the redhead's state of undress.
"I haven't heard from Pa yet!" she muttered, glancing at her wristwatch. "I should've heard something by now? Something must have gone wrong? Why hasn't he phoned me?"
"Mmmmngh! Nnngghh! Mmmpphh!" Barbara cried into her red rubber ballgag, squirming her near-naked chassis, fetchingly, as her ass bounced up and down on the mattress.
The Assistant D.A. seemed to fully take in Barbara's near-naked condition, for the first time. "What the hell's dad been up to?" she muttered to herself. "He never told me he was going to harm you!" The brunette stared down at the dried semen coating the girl's pudenda and upper thighs. Then her eyes alighted on the remains of the girl's red mini dress lying on the floor alongside the bed. She bent over and picked it up. "What a shame! This was such a pretty dress," she declared, holding out the torn remains in both hands and shaking her head.
"Mmmngh! Mmmmph!" the redhead protested, violently shaking her head from side to side, to get Sam's attention.
Harvey Jr. tossed the ruined dress aside, crawled up over her naked body and ran her hands over the redhead's superb tits, before slipping her hands behind Barbara's neck and unbuckling the straps that held the ballgag in place. She then gently eased the red rubber ball from between Barbara's wide-stretched teeth. "There, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?" the brunette murmured, with a smile on her lips.
Barbara worked her stiff, aching jaw and groaned with relief, before attempting a reply. "Samantha, your father is stark staring loony! You must help me get out of here before he returns, or my life won't be worth a plug nickel! Your own life is probably in almost as great a danger as mine?"
"Pa would NEVER harm me," the brunette retorted, shaking her head, vigorously.
Barbara stared deeply, into her lovely, but troubled, eyes. "It's about time you stopped living this lie, Samantha! Time you cast aside this silly subterfuge and started leading the life of a normal, vivacious young woman! Your lunatic of a father would no longer have any hold over you then! How about it, huh?"
"But my career?" Samantha protested, tears glistening in her grey-green eyes. "It... it would be in tatters!"
"You may have to start all over again, but a clean sheet may be the best thing, in the long run?" Barbara replied, sympathetically. "Please release me, Samantha! You know it's the only logical move. You wouldn't want my death on your hands, now would you?"
"I-I don't know if I should," the brunette replied, shaking her head, her face troubled. "How do I know you are sincere?"
"Kiss me!"
"Huh?"
"Kiss me, but get rid of that ridiculous false moustache first!"
Samantha nodded, then peeled off the moustache, before hesitantly lowering her lips to Barbara's. They kissed, passionately, before the brunette finally pulled away, gasping for breath. "Okay, I believe you," she panted, her big eyes glistening, lovingly running her fingers over the hard, erect nipples of Barbara's naked, heaving breasts. "Some things cannot lie!"
She fetched the key to the manacles and freed the redhead's wrists and ankles.
Barbara sat up on the side of the bed, rubbing her chaffed wrists. "Thank you, Samantha! I promise you that you won't regret this!" she said. "It's the only way out of this unholy mess! Of course, you will have to voluntarily hand yourself over to the cops, but I am willing to put in a good word for you."
Samantha swallowed hard, but nodded.
Peering around, Barbara spotted her red panties lying on the floor next to the bed. She scooped them up, slipped them about her hips and tied off the side strings. "You wouldn't happen to have a spare dress I could borrow?" she added, with a smile, getting to her feet. "My own is, ah, slightly the worse for wear!"
Samantha blinked, owlishly. "Huh? Oh yes, yes of course!" She stepped into her walk-in closet and returned with a gorgeous green number that matched Barbara's eyes, perfectly. "This should be okay?"
"Thanks, it's lovely!"
Sam watched Barbara slip on the dress, then zipped it up for her. "Should I, ah, get dressed in my female clothing?" the brunette asked, with a confused frown.
"No time! Just grabbed a few things and then we're outta here, just in case Two-face decides to show his ugly mug!"
Samantha nodded and fetched her sports bag, which she quickly crammed full of various items of female clothing and a selection of cosmetics. "Could... Could I ask a big favor, Barbara?" she said, a little hesitantly.
"You can ask," the redhead replied, with a grin, "but it doesn't mean I'll necessarily agree to your request."
"Do you mind if we stop off at your place, before I turn myself in at police headquarters? I... I'd like to dress as my true gender, before I place myself in the arms of the law!"
Barbara stared into the anxious features of the brunette, who was still dressed as Harvey Jr., sans clipped moustache. After a moment's deliberation, she smiled. "Sure, why not? I can probably give you a couple of makeup tips, during your transformation?" she agreed.
Will Batman survive? Will Two-face take his revenge on the plucky librarian? For the answer to these & other questions, tune in for the next exciting episode, coming soon!
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 08
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Adventures Of Batgirl: The Green-eyed Monster
Or
(The Return Of Two-face)
Chapter 8: Junior Admits All
Tuesday, 9:47 pm
Jim Gordon replaced the telephone in its cradle and turned to face his uniformed second in command, with a grim expression on his face. "That was Batgirl, with the latest update from the hospital," he explained.
"Begorra! How is the Caped Crusader?" exclaimed Chief O'Hara, in his thick, Irish brogue, a look of deep concern on his ancient, weather-beaten face. They had received the initial news of Batman's potentially life-threatening condition, some 45 minutes earlier.
"The doctors seem to think he will make a full recovery, thanks to the Dark Damsel's prompt action in sucking out much of the venom, at the scene!"
"To be sure!" agreed the relieved Irishman. "It's times like that, when you find out who your REAL friends are!"
The commissioner ignored the comment and continued. "The anti-venom injections and antibiotics appears to be successfully counteracting the poison in Batman's bloodstream, thank goodness! Luckily, Batgirl and the Boy Wonder, managed to avoid a similar fate, but that evil disfigured miscreant, Two-face still managed to give them the slip!"
"Any sign of Ms. Gordon?" enquired the Chief of Police, anxiously.
The Commissioner's complexion had taken on a distinctly grayish tinge, as he replied. "No! There was no indication that Barbara was even in that warehouse. We're still assuming that Two-face actually has her in his clutches... or, indeed, if she is still alive!" Neither lawman was aware of the confirmatory photographic evidence of Barbara's plight. Tears glistened in his rheumy eyes, as he spoke. "I'm sure that Robin and The Batgirl will redouble their efforts to locate my little girl, now that Batman appears to be out of imminent danger!"
Chief O'Hara nodded, gravely. "Assuming the half hideous hoodlum has her, we can only hope and pray that the poor colleen will be released without further harm, now that he thinks he has finally put an end to his three costumed advisories? He will no longer need to use her as bait!"
"Let us hope and pray that that is the case, old friend," agreed his superior, fighting back the tears that threatened to burst forth.
Tuesday, 10:42 pm
Barbara stared into the mirror of the dresser in her bedroom. The reflection of the pretty seated brunette, stared back at her. Now that Samantha had finished applying her makeup, with a few helpful suggestions from her new friend, she looked absolutely ravishing. The brunette was sitting on the dresser stool, naked, except for a pair of skimpy lace panties. Barbara had learnt that the brunette's vital statistics were 32A-24-35 and she was almost 5-feet 10-inches tall, with long shapely legs that almost rivaled her own.
"What do you think?" Sam asked, in a tremulous voice, staring into the mirror at the reflection of the redhead standing immediately behind her. "You don't think I look like some sort of weird, cross-dressing pervert, do you, Barbara?" she added, anxiously.
Barbara lent in and squeezed Sam's shoulders, reassuringly. "You gotta be joshing me, honey! First, you've got to be wearing clothes to be a cross-dresser, and second, you look more like your average guy's wet dream," she murmured into the girl's right ear. She brushed her lips against the girl's neck, just behind the earlobe. "You're certainly turning me on," she added, with a low, husky chuckle.
Samantha sighed, staring at her image in the mirror, critically. "I just wish I had a magnificent pair of breasts like you have, Barbara," she said, wistfully. "Mine are little more than a couple of badly swollen bee-stings!"
The redhead straightened up, cradled her firm, round boobs in her hands and peered down at them, before replying. Like Samantha, Barbara was naked, apart from a pair of panties, after an earlier shower, to scrub off the cum stains and stench, of her vile, disfigured rapist. "You don't think these beauties are all down to Mother Nature, do you?" she asked her companion, with a broad grin.
Sam's eyes widened in surprised comprehension. "You don't mean..."
Barbara nodded. "Uh, huh! Silicone enhanced! A lot of women are having boob jobs these days!"
"Gosh! They felt so... so warm and realistic," the brunette exclaimed, and then blushed, as she realized what she'd just said.
"Hey, they ARE warm and realistic!" Barbara retorted, cheerfully. "Anyway, there's nothing stopping you from having breast augmentation, if that's what you really want, Sam?" Barbara added, becoming serious once again. "Although, personally, I like your tits just the way they are, with those lovely, prominent pink nipples and those absolutely perfect areolas! Big isn't always best, you know!"
Samantha blushed an even deeper shade of pink. "You always seem to know exactly what to say, to cheer a girl up, Barbara," she replied. Then the smile faltered. "I... I want you to know that I really do care about you, Barbara! It wasn't all just a big act, back at my place, to get you into Two-face's clutches."
"I know that," Barbara replied, locking eyes with those of the brunette. She felt as if she were falling into two bottomless grey-green pools. Moments later, their lips met in a spontaneous, deep, French kiss, their tongues fencing with each other, eagerly, hungrily.
When they finally broke apart, Sam started giggling like a shy, embarrassed schoolgirl. "Now I shall have to do my makeup all over again," she admonished, fluttering her eyelashes, prettily.
"Mmm, I must say, I prefer kissing you without the hairy upper lip!" Barbara replied, taking Sam's hands and gently coaxing her to her feet. As the brunette rose to her full height, she turned to face Barbara, and the redhead slipped her arms about the girl's slim waist.
"I was attracted to you, from the very first moment I saw you, Sam," Barbara admitted, huskily, sliding her hands down over the pleasant swell of the brunette's naked buttocks, before cupping the under-curves in her palms, "even with the silly moustache!"
The brunette squirmed with delight. "The attraction was mutual, Barbara, believe me," she breathed, their lips so close that they were almost touching.
The inevitable kiss arrived, just moments later. As they kissed, passionately, Barbara drew the girl hard up against her, before deliberately falling backward onto the bed, pulling the brunette down on top of her, in a tangle of thrashing limbs and eliciting a muffled squeal of surprise from the willowy brunette.
"Now that I've mussed up your makeup, we may as well take full advantage, before you have to re-do it all again?" Barbara murmured, mischievously.
Samantha blinked and nodded her head in agreement.
The two girls began to make love. This was far too gentle to describe as 'having sex', even though they quickly found themselves lying naked, in the soixante-neuf position. They kissed and slowly explored one another, using hands and lips and tongues, gradually familiarizing themselves with every trembling curve and every quivering orifice. Gradually, using their mouths and hands, they brought each other to the very summit of female pleasure, for the first of many times.
-oOo-
"It's late! You can give yourself up to the police in the morning," Barbara murmured, sleepily, as they cuddled up together, in post-coital bliss. There was no answer from the other girl. Sam was already sound asleep, a satisfied smile on her lipstick-smeared lips, her small breasts rising and falling with her shallow, regular breathing.
Wednesday, 8:40 am
Jim Gordon had just arrived in his office at GCPD Headquarters, after a fitful night's sleep, when there was a discrete knock on his door. He groaned under his breath. "Come in!" he called out, hoping it might be his secretary, Bonnie, with a cup of hot, strong coffee.
Two shapely females, both wearing figure-hugging, flared, hipster jeans, sneakers and stretch Lycra cropped tops, that exposed a considerable expanse of smooth bare midriff, entered the room, hand in hand.
The Police Commissioner's eyes bulged in surprise, as he instantly recognized the red-haired one on the right. "Barbara!" he cried, joyously, rising to his feet and rushing over to his daughter. "Are you alright, princess?" He hugged her close to him. "I've been almost out of my mind with worry!" he added, easing back his head, to stare into her big green eyes.
"I'm fine, daddy!" she said, with an embarrassed smile, gently extracting herself from his clutches and tugging down her top, which a ridden up somewhat.
"But where have you been? We all thought you'd been kidnapped by that disfigured maniac, Two-face!"
"It's a long story, daddy. Let's just say that, without the help of Samantha here, I would probably still be in Two-face's evil clutches!" She turned her head, to smile at her tall, slim companion.
"Well, thank the Almighty that you're unharmed!"
Jim turned and took in the willowy brunette for the first time. She was maybe an inch taller than his daughter, with close-cropped, dark-brown hair and a pretty face. "Not so well-blessed in the bosom department as Barbara, but very appealing, in an athletic sort of way, for all that!" he decided, with a policeman's eye for detail. "How about introducing me to your new friend, Barbara?" he asked, smiling at the other girl.
"I was just about to, daddy! This is Samantha, Samantha Dent!"
The policeman's eyebrows rose, as he took the girl's limp proffered hand and shook it. "No relationship to Harvey Dent Sr., I hope, young lady?"
"My father, sir!"
"You do bear an uncanny resemblance to your brother, now that I come to think of it!" Jim Gordon replied, nodding.
"I don't have a brother, sir!"
The Police Commissioner's brow creased in a perplexed frown. "I, ah, I don't understand!"
Barbara stepped in. "Samantha and Harvey Jr. are one and the same person, daddy!"
The policeman released the girl's hand, as if it had suddenly become red-hot, and he took a step backward. "You don't mean you're one of those... those transsexuals, Harvey?" he gasped, with a look of utter revulsion on his face. Jim Gordon's opinion of anyone who wasn't straight, was very old fashioned.
The brunette smiled, prettily, and shook her head. "No! I've always been a female, Commissioner, but I WAS raised as a man. The reasons for that are far too complex to go into right now though. Let's just say I've finally decided to 'come out' and stop living the lie!"
"But... but this could ruin your career, Harvey, er, Samantha!" the lawman cried, wide-eyed.
"Dad, Sam has come here to voluntarily give herself up into police custody," Barbara explained, giving the other girl's hand a reassuring squeeze. "She was the one who initially kidnapped me and held me prisoner!"
"I-I don't understand!"
The brunette took up the story. "My father, Two-face, blackmailed me into abducting your daughter, Commissioner! It was all part of a cunning plot he'd devised, to lure Batman, Robin and The Batgirl into his devilish trap and thus put an end to them!"
The commissioner's expression became grim. "And he almost succeeded with all three, thanks to you, young lady!"
"WHAT? What's happened? Are you saying that Batgirl was with the Dynamic Duo?" Barbara cried, frantically. She had instantly realized that the only person who could be impersonating her was her friend and lover, Jennifer Goodbody.
"Uh, huh! Two-face managed to trap all three of them in a pit full of highly poisonous snakes, while they were on a daring mission to rescue you, my dear. Luckily, all three Caped Crusaders managed to escape, but Batman was bitten by one of the deadly creatures, during the process!"
"WHAT?"
"Don't worry, princess, he's going to be alright! The Dark Damsel sucked out most of the venom, and they got him to the hospital, in time for the medical staff to effectively administer the anti-venom injection!"
"Thank goodness!" Sam gasped. The willowy brunette had gone very pale and looked as if she was about to swoon.
Jim turned back to the brunette. "As for you, young lady, you are in deep, deep trouble! I'm arresting you on charges of kidnapping and attempted homicide! You have the right to remain..."
"Whoa, daddy! It was Sam who helped me escape from Two-face's clutches, remember, and she had nothing to do with the attempted murders! Anyway, she's decided she wants to help us catch her maniac of a father, Two-face, and I figure we've got a much better chance of success, with Samantha on our team?"
Jim Gordon blinked a couple of times. "Hmm? You may have a valid point there, princess? Very well, Samantha, if you help us to put the Grotesque Gangster away, we'll try to overlook your part in this sordid affair?"
"Thank you, Commissioner!" Samantha smiled and batted her long eyelashes at him, disconcertingly.
"But you will have to resign as Assistant D.A., Harv... er, Samantha!" he added, with a stern expression on his face.
"Of course!" She nodded, gratefully. "I fully understand, Commissioner!"
"Where did you say they have taken Batman?" queried Barbara, changing the subject.
"Er, Gotham City General, princess!"
Barbara grabbed Sam's hand. "We're off to visit Batman and put him in the picture, daddy!" she called over her shoulder, as they exited the office. "Can you phone the Boy Wonder and let him know I'm okay? He can inform The Batgirl!"
Wednesday, 9:48 am
Batman was propped up in bed, with several pillows behind him, incongruously still wearing his mask and Batcowl above a standard issue hospital gown. Thankfully, his penile dysfunction had gradually disappeared, along with the toxic venom cursing through his veins, but he still felt a little weak and woozy.
Barbara had just finished giving him an abbreviated account of her latest abduction, including Harvey Junior's apparent miraculous conversion into a pretty brunette girl. "So you see," she finished, breathlessly, "I would still be in Two-face's clutches, if it hadn't been for Samantha, here! Now that she has switched to her true gender, she is anxious to help us capture her lunatic father, and put him back behind bars, where he belongs!"
The Dark Knight stared at the brunette, thoughtfully. "Hmm? Do you have ANY idea of your father's current whereabouts, Samantha?" he asked.
She shook her head, miserably. "Sorry, Batman, no, but he's bound to try to contact me, now that he thinks he has finally killed his three most hated advisories!" she added, hopefully.
"Hmm, a reasonable hypothesis," he agreed, nodding. "Samantha, would you be willing to assume your Harvey Dent Jr. persona, for just a short while longer, and act as bait, to help us catch the Gruesome Gangster?"
The girl's eyes opened wide. "Anything, Batman!" she agreed, nodding her head, vigorously. "I want to try to make up for my earlier stupidity."
"Right! It's about time I got out of here," the Caped Crusader exclaimed, with a smile. "Barbara, can you fetch the doctor? I'm going to discharge myself." As the redhead stepped out of the room, he turned to the other girl. "Samantha, if you would be so kind as to pass me my Bat-costume, from out of the closet next to you?"
"Oh, ah, yes! Are you sure you're well enough, Batman?" she asked, with a worried frown.
"Yes, damn it!" he snapped, a little abruptly. "Sorry! I'm feeling fine, just a little weak!" he added, when she stepped back a pace, in shocked surprise.
She retrieved his outfit and passed it over, reluctantly.
"Now turn your back, dear, while I slip into it!"
The tall brunette blushed, prettily. "Oh, er, yes... sorry, Batman!" she replied, turning her back to him and resisting the urge to peek out of the corner of her eye.
-oOo-
By the time Barbara returned with the doctor and a nurse, Batman was fully attired once again.
"You shouldn't be out of bed yet, Batman! You're still very weak," protested the young medic, a look of consternation on his bespectacled face.
"Yes, please get back into bed, Caped Crusader," reprimanded the middle-aged nurse, with a severe matronly frown.
"I feel fine! I wish to discharge myself, Doctor!"
"Very well, but you are still far from fully recovered. You must spend at least the next couple of days in bed and avoid all strenuous activity!" the doctor agreed, very reluctantly. This was the Caped Crusader, after all. His athletic prowess was legend.
"Of course," Batman agreed, with a disarming smile. "I'm sure these two young ladies will attend to my every need!" The two visitors both colored slightly but nodded their agreement.
-oOo-
"On the way out, Batman told them he would let Jennifer know about his full recovery and discharge. "But I don't want her involved in this caper, any further," he added. "So, we will keep Harvey's apparent gender swap to ourselves, for the time being, at least!"
Both girls looked at each other, then nodded their acceptance.
Will Two-face finally get his come-uppance, now that Samantha is on the team? Tune in for the penultimate chapter, coming soon!
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 09
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 9: The Prey Bites Back
Wednesday, 11:22 am
To the casual observer, the couple looked like any other smartly dressed young man and woman holding hands, as they entering the foyer of the recently completed Gotham Tower, an impressive twenty story structure of steel, glass and concrete, that housed some of the most expensive condominiums in the city. It looked a little incongruous, rising above the surrounding Gothic architecture. Samantha was once more dressed as Harvey Dent Jr., complete with false moustache, courtesy of the Caped Crusader's disguise kit, while Barbara was wearing a smart blouse and skirt combination, that set off her shapely feminine figure. She clung to her companion's arm, protectively, as the crossed the busy foyer and approached the elevators. Harvey's apartment was situated on the forth floor of the tower block.
The striking redhead was wired and every word the couple uttered, could be heard by the Caped Duo, who were in hiding close by. "No sign of Two-face," Barbara murmured, as they stood waiting for the elevator to arrive in the spacious entrance hall.
"I'm all of a tremble," Sam admitted, squeezing Barbara's hand and giving her a forced smile. "I hope nothing goes wrong!"
The elevator arrived and the door quietly swished open, to allow its two female passengers to exit. "Entering empty elevator!" Barbara informed her avid listeners.
The couple stepped into the empty elevator and Sam turned and pushed the button for the fourth floor. As she turned back to face Barbara, the redhead suddenly pinned her back against the wall and began to kiss her, passionately. Caught by surprise, the slim brunette didn't try to resist, squirming with pleasure, as her hands came to rest on Barbara's tightly clad ass.
"Mmmm! Mmmm!" she murmured.
"Sorry, but I couldn't help myself," Barbara gasped, with an avaricious gleam in her eyes, as the two girls finally broke apart, panting from their exertions. "But that damned hairy caterpillar on your upper lip, still tickles!"
Samantha giggled, guiltily, and straightened her tie, as the elevator cage jerked to a halt and the door slid open with a quiet 'swish'. "You're incorrigible!" she scolded.
"Sorry, I didn't quite catch that?" said the slightly distorted voice of the Caped Crusader, in Barbara's hidden earpiece.
Barbara didn't bother to clarify, but she did give Samantha a saucy wink, before replying. "We've just arrived on the forth floor, Batman! Still no sign of the target!" The two girls stepped out into the empty hallway, hand in hand.
"Be careful!" came the sober response. "Remember that we're dealing with a homicidal maniac!"
Wednesday, 11:29 am
Samantha turned the key in the door lock and cautiously entered her apartment, peering around. The condo appeared deserted, with no obvious signs of any recent occupation. Barbara followed her into the room, all her senses set to maximum alert. "The place looks empty," she muttered, into the miniature microphone hidden in her bra.
Sam stepped into the bedroom and immediately spotted a sheet of folded notepaper lying on the pillow of her bed. "Barbara, I've found something!" the brunette called out, as she walked over and picked it up.
Moments later, the redhead was at her elbow. "What is it?" she hissed, her big green eyes glittering with curiosity.
"Looks like dad's been back here, while we've been away? He's left me this note!" Sam held the sheet of writing paper up for Barbara to see, and then read out aloud, for the benefit of the Dynamic Duo:
'Junior, what the hell happened to the Gordon bitch? She was going to be my meal-ticket out of this God-forsaken dump, now that those pesky bats are permanently out of the way. Barbara Gordon's old man would've paid plenty for her safe return. Better meet me in Gotham's Central Park tonight, at midnight, same place as the last time. You got some serious explaining to do, boy!' The note was signed 'Two-face'.'
"Did you get all that, Batman?" Barbara enquired, speaking into her cleavage.
"Yes! Better check the apartment out for any other clues, then meet us out front, in fifteen minutes time!" came the disappointed response.
Wednesday, 11:52 am
As the two girls stepped out of the main entrance of the Gotham Tower, into the bright, late morning sunshine, the Batmobile roared up to the front of the building, with Robin at the wheel. "Better give me the note and we'll carry out a few forensic tests on it," the Caped Crusader called out, holding out a gloved hand.
Barbara handed over the folded sheet of paper. "It will have my dabs and Sam's all over it, I'm afraid, Batman!" she said, with an apologetic shrug of her shoulders.
He nodded. "Can't be helped. Any other clues?"
Barbara shook her head. "Nope!"
"Hmm? Better take Samantha back to your place, and we'll meet you there about eight this evening, to discuss our next move! Then we can..."
"Excuse me, sir, but you can't park that vehicle there!" interrupted a deep, unfriendly voice.
They all turned to see a uniformed policeman standing on the sidewalk, hands clasped behind his back, flexing his knees, with an ugly scowl on his face.
"Move along, sir, or I shall have to give you a ticket!"
"But I'm the Caped Crusader, a personal friend of Police Commissioner Gordon!" Batman protested, somewhat taken aback.
"I don't care if you're the President of the United States, sir! We take a dim view of curb crawlers in this city! Now move your ass, buster!" The cop was starting to get annoyed with what he assumed was a weirdly dressed wise guy.
"But I'm not... Sorry officer! I'll call you later, Barbara!" Batman called, as the Boy Wonder pulled away from the curb and sped off into the traffic flow.
The uniformed cop stared, suspiciously, at Barbara and Harvey Dent Jr., for a second, no sign of recognition on his face, then turned and resumed pounding his beat.
"At least it's good to see that even Batman and Robin are treated no differently from any other citizens of our fair city," Barbara told her dark-haired companion.
Wednesday, 1:05 pm
The first thing that Barbara did when they got back to her apartment, was to show Samantha where the bathroom was, then put in a call to Jennifer, at the library. Jen was on her lunch break and was overjoyed to hear the redhead's voice.
"Thank goodness you're alright! What happened to you, Barbara?" she cried, anxiously. "I've been going out of my mind with worry! Did Harvey Dent Jr. have anything to do with your disappearance?"
Barbara felt a sharp pang of guilt, that she hadn't contacted Jenny earlier, but Bruce had been most insistent that she was kept out of it. "It's all a bit, er, complicated, Jen!" she answered. "Harvey DID kidnap me, but..."
"I KNEW IT! I never really trusted that shifty-eyed rat! Just wait 'til..."
"She also let me go, Jen, after I managed to convince her that it was the right thing to do!"
"Probably got scared and chickened out? Hey, wha'd'ya mean SHE?"
"Er, it turns out that Harvey is actually a girl, Jen! Her real name is Samantha Dent!"
"WHAT? You ARE kidding me, aren't you, Barbara?"
"NO!"
"Harvey Dent Jr. is... is a GIRL?" Jenny exclaimed, in an incredulous voice.
"Uh, huh!"
There was a moment's silence. "It must've been one hell of a shock, when she dropped her pants for you?" Jenny retorted, acidly.
"Believe me, Jen, it was!" Barbara replied, soberly.
"OH?" Jenny felt a fresh pang of jealousy, like a dagger through her heart. "Better tell me everything," she insisted, grimly. "And I do mean EVERYTHING!"
Barbara patently explained how Two-face had blackmailed his daughter into abducting her, by threatening to reveal her true gender to everyone, and how Sam had swapped sides and was now helping them to capture Harvey Dent Sr., before her father could commit any further dastardly crimes. "I think it's best if you stay well clear of proceedings for the time being, Jen!" she finished, somewhat apologetically. "At least until we have this homicidal maniac in custody!"
Jennifer reluctantly agreed, after some initial protests. "When will I see you again, Barbara?" she asked, finally.
"Soon, darling, very soon," Barbara promised, experiencing another pang of guilt.
As she replaced the telephone on its cradle, she turned to see the dripping Samantha step out of the bedroom, with just a towel wrapped about her otherwise naked torso.
"I needed that!" said the tall, slim brunette, smiling at her host, prettily.
"Yeah, I could do with a shower myself," the redhead admitted, smiling back, as she started to unfasten the buttons of her blouse, without the least hint of self-consciousness.
Wednesday, 11:53 pm
Samantha, once more dressed as Harvey Dent Jr., had arrived at the designated bench in Central Park, shortly before midnight. Batman and Robin had dropped her off just before the main entrance, and she had walked the rest of the way. There had been no sign of Batgirl, ever since they'd left Barbara's apartment and the Caped Crusader had advised Ms. Gordon to stay well clear of proceedings and leave everything to the professionals. Samantha couldn't have agreed more. The last thing she wanted, was Barbara getting involved any further in this scary affair. Her mind drifted back to their recent parting...
-oOo-
The two females had kissed one last time in the bedroom, then Barbara had said, "Remember that, after this is all over, you will be just one of the girls, Samantha! You will finally be able to start living the life of a normal young woman. Perhaps, one day, you will be able to find the man... or woman, of your dreams and settle down together?"
"I-I don't know how to thank you..." the tall brunette began.
The redhead placed a finger against Sam's lips. "No need to thank me. Now, go get Two-face, before your father commits any more dastardly crimes!"
Sam, once more dressed as Harvey Dent Jr. Assistant DA, nodded, then stepped out into the lounge, where the two Caped Crusaders awaited her. "Let's go!" she said, grimly, heading for the apartment door.
-oOo-
The park bench was already damp with condensation, as Junior pulled up the collar of her long astrakhan coat then plunged her hands deep into the pockets, trying to keep them warm. Her breath was clearly visible as a cloud of condensation on the cool night air, indicating just how much the ambient temperature had plunged. She gave a shudder of apprehension, even though she knew that the Caped Crusaders would, even now, be stealthily creeping up on her location; ready to pounce when Two-face put in an appearance.
Samantha peered around, looking for any signs of the madman who was her father. She knew she was doing the right thing, even though it saddened her. Harvey was a menace to society and people had a right to be protected from people like him. "Perhaps, one day, they will be able to cure his type of mental illness?" she mused, heaving a sigh of regret.
Suddenly, there was a slight movement of the foliage, in a particularly dense clump of bushes, on the opposite side of the winding path, and a gruesome figure stepped forth. "Are you sure you're alone, son?" Two-face growled, peering around, suspiciously.
"Yes! Yes of course, father!" Sam replied, perhaps a little too hastily, clenching her fists inside her deep pockets.
"What the hell did you do with that Gordon bitch?" he snapped, an angry frown on his disfigured countenance, as he strode over to her. "She was gonna be my gravy train outta this town?"
His daughter took an involuntary step backward. "I-I let her go, father!"
"You young idiot! She will have gone straight to the cops! You've just put an end to your career in the DA's office!"
Junior shook her head. "No, Pa! She promised me she would keep quiet, if I let her go, and I believed her!"
"You gullible young nincompoop! Your apartment is probably swarming with police, even as we speak?"
"No..."
Two-face's eyes suddenly widened with suspicion. "You've made a deal with the cops, haven't you, you little prick?"
"No! I..."
Two-face stepped forward, arm raised. There was a resounding 'thwack' as his arm swung down and the palm of his hand connected with Samantha's right cheek, jerking her head to one side and sending her reeling off her feet, to fall to the ground in a crumpled heap.
Harvey loomed over her, as she peered up, a terrified look in her expressive eyes, blood trickling from a split lower lip, half her false moustache missing. "This is a trap, isn't it?" he snarled, a gleam of madness filling his eyes. He grabbed the collar of her coat and hauled her back to her feet, at the same time pulling a wicked looking revolver from his coat pocket. "Well, you're gonna regret you ever tried to do the dirty on your old man, Junior! March!"
Just at that moment, Batman and Robin stepped out onto the path in front of him, from behind some bushes. Batman held up both hands, palms outward. "Now, don't do anything foolish, Two-face! The jig is up! Give yourself up and no-one will get hurt!" said the Dark Knight, in a calm, reassuring tone.
Two-face's eyes had opened wide with amazement, at the sight of his most hated foes. "Batman? Robin? But you're both supposed to be dead? You fell into my deadly snake pit!" he hissed.
"It takes more than a few poisonous reptiles to finish off the Caped Crusaders," Robin retorted, with a superior smirk on his youthful face.
"Let's see how you deal with hot lead?" snarled the madman, raising his revolver and loosing off a couple of rounds, even as the two costumed crime-fighters were diving for cover, in the bushes on either side of the path.
Bang! Bang!
"Har! Har! Har!" chortled Two-face. "Don't try any more tricks you Caped Buffoons, or Junior here, will get his brains splattered all over the park!"
Suddenly, a hand came from behind and grabbed the wrist of his gun arm, attempting to wrestle the weapon from his grasp. "What the hell?" he roared, releasing Junior and spinning around to confront this new advisory. "Bat-bitch!" he exclaimed, his eyes opening wide with surprise.
Batgirl now had both hands about his gun arm, trying to keep the barrel pointed away from herself, as she attempted to wrestle the weapon from the grotesque gangster.
"Get the fuck off me, bitch!" he snarled trying to pull his gun arm free from her grasp. "Lemme go!"
Bang!
The bullet whistled past Batgirl's ear, as she realized that his maniacal strength was too great even for her athletic fighting prowess. Desperately, Barbara tried to knee Harvey Dent in the groin, as the gun barrel slowly inched around toward her lovely face.
"This is were you final get yours, Batgirl!" Two-face snarled, his finger tightening on the trigger, as the barrel lined up with the center of her forehead.
"Oh no you don't!" snarled Batman, one hand slipping around Harvey's neck from behind, while the other yanked the gun arm aside, just as Two-face squeezed the trigger.
Bang!
The loud report, was followed by a metallic clatter, as the gun went flying out of Two-face's grasp and struck the concrete pathway, in a bright shower of sparks.
"You pesky Bat-morons!" he yelled, frothing at the mouth, as Batman yanked his arms behind his back and Robin stepped forward and slipped the Bat-cuffs about his wrists. "I'll get you all for this, if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Batgirl suddenly noticed the motionless figure, lying face down on the path. "Samantha?" she cried out in dismay, dropping to one knee and gently rolling the motionless girl over onto her back. The front of Junior's shirt was soaked with a spreading crimson stain. A stray bullet had struck her in the upper chest and she was bleeding, profusely. "Oh, Samantha!" Batgirl sobbed, tears welling in her eyes. "Robin, phone for an ambulance, Samantha's been shot! It's all my fault!"
The brunette's eyes fluttered open and a pained smile touched her pale lips. "Don't blame yourself, Batgirl, accidents will happen! Please tell Barbara... that... I'm sorry, but I won't get to find out... how a girl should live. Tell her, I'm going to miss..." She paused, to cough up some frothy blood, her face wracked with pain, eyes closing once more.
Batgirl quickly unfastened the astrakhan coat and ripped open the front of the girl's shirt, then pressed her handkerchief to the bubbling wound, trying to staunch the flow of bright crimson blood. "Hang on, Sam," she sobbed. "The ambulance will be here soon! You're gonna be all right, honey! You're gonna be just fine!"
The girl's head suddenly slumped to one side as her chest came to a shuddering halt. "Oh Jesus, she's stopped breathing!" Batgirl gasped. "Robin, hold my hankie against the wound, while I give her the kiss of life!"
The grim-faced Boy Wonder leapt to her assistance, as Batgirl pinched the girl's nose, plunged her mouth over that of the pale-faced girl, and started to give her the kiss of life. "Don't die on me, Samantha," Barbara prayed, fervently. "Please, please don't die on me!"
Two-face's wild gaze finally alighted on the crumpled figure and the sight of the Dark Damsel kissing her. "What's the matter with Junior, and what's that perverted slut doing to him?" he yelled, struggling to pull free of the Caped Crusader's grasp.
"You may have just managed to kill your only daughter, Harvey!" Batman replied, grimly. "Batgirl and Robin, are trying their utmost to keep her alive, until we can get her to A & E."
Tears welled up in the madman's eyes. "It's all the fault of you pesky bats!" he snarled, trying to struggle free of The Batman's iron grip, but to no avail. "I'll get my revenge on all three of you, if it's the last thing I ever do!"
Thursday, 1:44 am
Sparrow slid down the Bat-pole into the Batcave then lightly ran over to where the Boy Wonder was bent over the Bat-computer, deep in concentration. She was wearing a revealing Batgirl costume, rather than one of her own outfits, and her unfettered breasts jiggled, fetchingly, as she moved. "Hey, Robin, what's been happening?" she cried, anxiously. "I've received no word from either Barbara or Bruce! They both appear to have their cell-phones switched off?"
The Boy Wonder looked up, with a grim expression on his youthful features. "Bad news, Jen! During the capture of Two-face, Harvey Junior, or should I say Samantha Dent, got accidentally shot by her lunatic of a father, while we were in the process of apprehending the hideous villain!"
"Oh my gosh!" gasped the Costumed Cutie, going a deathly pale and clutching at her breast, theatrically. "Is... is she alright?"
"She stopped breathing, Jen, but Batgirl gave her the kiss of life and she started again, thank goodness! There was blood everywhere, Jen! I've never felt so... so helpless, in all my life!" Tears of frustration glistened in his eyes, as he clenched both fists to his sides. "Batman and Batgirl accompanied her to the hospital, in the ambulance. Someone had to drive the Batmobile back to the Batcave and I guess I drew the short straw, as usual? Sometimes, I think I'm just there to make up the numbers?"
The blonde stepped close and laid a comforting hand on his well-developed chest. "Is... is Samantha going to survive?" she asked, hesitantly. Her initial jealousy had now been replaced by genuine concern for the girl.
"I-I don't know, Jen? Batman phoned from the hospital, a short while ago, and said that she was undergoing emergency surgery, and that it was touch and go whether Samantha would pull through!" Robin looked tired and gaunt, behind his mask.
"You poor boy!" Sparrow murmured, sharing his grief. She slipped a hand around his neck and pulled his face down to hers, to give him what was initially intended to be a warm, sympathetic kiss on the lips.
After the initial start of surprise, Robin wrapped his arms around her shapely costumed torso and began to kiss her back, hungrily. His hands slipped down from about her trim waist, onto her shapely buttocks, pulling her closer, and crushing her bra-less breasts up against his muscular chest. Something started to stir in his Robin briefs, as his hands roamed over Sparrow's shapely ass cheeks, as if they had a will of their own?
Their kiss came to an end, and Jenny pulled out of his embrace, panting and looking a little embarrassed and bemused. "I-I'm sorry, Dick!" she gasped, blushing a very becoming shade of pink. "I, ah, I don't know what came over me? Please forgive me, Boy Wonder!"
Robin gave her a sheepish smile. "You've got nothing to apologize for, Jen! Actually, I kinda liked it!" he admitted. He had grown very fond of the shapely, blue-eyed blonde, over recent months, but had never had the confidence to reveal his true feelings to her.
"Yeah, me too!" Jennifer admitted, with an impish grin. "Maybe we should do something about it, sometime?" She hadn't really noticed before, but Robin was really quite handsome and had a great physique, no doubt due to all those hours he spent 'pumping iron'.
She blushed slightly, as her eyes were drawn to the growing bulge in his Robin briefs, then on a sudden impulse, she stepped into his waiting arms and kissed him again, hard and passionately this time. She made no move to resist, as she felt his one hand moved to the nape of her neck and start to unzip her tight-fitting costume. Instead, her hands moved to his red briefs and started to push them down over his firm, muscular ass.
"Just how far does this zip go?" the Boy Wonder enquired, wide-eyed, as the fastener slid down between her buttocks, without coming to a halt.
"All the way around to my navel," Jennifer murmured, with a wicked grin. His colorful briefs fell about his ankles, as he slipped his hand between her thighs, to finish unzipping her. The tight-fitting costume pulled apart, to reveal the brief black thong, clinging to her nicely padded mons. She started tugging down his tights, quickly freeing his straining manhood.
"Oh, Jen," the Boy Wonder groaned, as she took his already hard erection in one hand and dragged aside the gusset of her black thong panties with the other, "are you sure this is what you really want? I've longed for this moment!"
"Uh, huh!" she murmured, hoarsely. Grasping his hot, throbbing appendage, she eased her thighs wider apart, and positioned the head at the entrance to her pussy. "It's about time I got laid!"
She kissed him again, as he eased his hips forward and gently drew the sexy siren onto his quivering shaft.
Batgirl: Green-eyed Monster Ch. 10
This story is the fifth in an ongoing series of Batgirl adventures, based on the characters in the early Batman comics and the sixties TV series, in which Barbara Gordon's relationships with all those around her, continue to develop, at the same time as the Dark Damsel manages to get herself into all sorts of tricky, sexually explosive situations. My thanks to the many readers who have taken the time to send me feedback containing their suggestions and opinions. The story follows on from 'Batgirl: Amnesiac Angel'.
Warning! This fictional story contains material of an adult nature and is intended for mature readers, and for personal use only. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 10: Loose Ends
Saturday, 11:30 pm
Batgirl squatted down on her precarious perch, high above the Gotham City nightscape. Next to her, was a hideous stone gargoyle, pitted and blackened with age and pollution. It was unable to appreciate the way her dark purple Bat-costume clung to her spectacular breasts, and her fully erect nipples stretched the sheer material to the limit, in the cool night air.
She shivered, as her big expressive green eyes, surveyed the bustling, artificially illuminated streets below, searching for any tell-tale signs of criminal activity. She heaved a regretful sigh and brushed away a tear that trickled down her cheek from beneath her mask, with the knuckle of her gloved left index finger.
Despite her sadness, Barbara had been determined to try to slip back into her normal nocturnal duties, as soon as possible. Samantha, AKA Harvey Dent Jr., had failed to survive her serious gunshot wound, and had passed away on the operating table, at Gotham City General Hospital, despite the medical team's best efforts to save her life. The tragic incident, had once more brought home to her, the fragility of human life and how easily it could be snatched away in full bloom. When Bruce had gently broken the news to her, in the hospital waiting area, some twenty-four hours after Sam had been admitted, he had also kindly offered to oversee all the funeral and interment arrangements and expenses, once the hospital had completed the required autopsy and released the body. As far as they knew, Samantha had no close living relatives, apart from her deranged father, Two-face. He was now safely incarcerated in New Arkham Asylum, hopefully for the rest of his days.
Her head jerked around, as her electronically enhanced hearing picked up a dull metallic clunk, somewhere over to her left. She immediately spotted a Bat-grapnel embedded in the narrow stone parapet, a few yards away from her vantage point. A taut length of nylon cord was attached to it, disappearing into the darkness below. A few seconds later, to an accompaniment of loud grunts and gasps, a familiar cowled head appeared, followed by a dark, shapely figure, as her fellow costumed vigilante, Sparrow, scrambled over the low wall, onto the narrow walkway that ran about the base of the imposing cathedral spire.
"You can be a hard person to find," Sparrow gasped, her chest heaving, fetchingly, from her exertions.
"Hello, Jen!" Barbara greeted, her face a picture of misery. "I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly the most exhilarating of company, at the minute!"
"Yeah! Batman told me about Samantha," the blonde-haired girl replied, with a sympathetic grimace, as she squatted down next to her friend.
"At least her apparent gender change is going to be kept under wraps!" the Batgirl replied, blinking away her tears. "Daddy has promised not to reveal anything about her really being a girl! As far as the general public is concerned, Harvey Dent Jr., the MALE Deputy District Attorney, was accidentally shot and fatally wounded, while aiding the Caped Crusaders, in their capture of the notorious criminal, Two-face!"
"Yeah, that's probably for the best," Sparrow agreed, nodding, sagely. She gazed into Barbara's troubled green eyes. "I... I'm sorry for being so... so possessive of late, Barbara! I've been a real bitch! Please forgive me?"
"You're forgiven," Barbara replied, with a slight smile, giving her fellow costumed dare doll's knee a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing is going to change my feelings for... Hey, what's that?"
Sparrow's gaze followed Batgirl's outstretched arm and pointing finger. "Looks like a robbery going down?" Jen snarled. An unmarked van had just screeched to a halt outside a late-night store and three armed and hooded men had leapt out of it. "Follow me!"
She ran over and grabbed the nylon rope and eased herself over the parapet, before quickly rappelling down the side of the church tower, in several spectacular bounds, to the main chapel roof, some sixty-feet below. Batgirl quickly joined her and together they descended the fire escape to street level, both girls fully prepared to take out the hoodlums robbing the late-night convenience store, both oblivious to any personal danger.
Batgirl felt the old familiar thrill of excitement, and her nipples hardened in the cool night air, beneath her sheer, clinging outfit, as the two costumed cuties jogged toward the crime scene.
Friday, 11:46 pm
As the first of the three armed robbers ran out of the store, Sparrow, standing with her back pressed against the wall, to one side of the entrance, out of sight of everyone inside, stuck out a booted foot, causing the hooded man to trip over it and go flying forward, just as the sprinting Batgirl launched herself through the air, feet first, straight at his stumbling figure.
"Yeowww!" His startled yelp of surprise, was cut short, as Batgirl's flying boot caught him high on the chest, abruptly halting his forward momentum, and producing a guttural cry of pain. As he started to crumple to the sidewalk, her right knee came up, swiftly, catching him on the point of his undefended jaw. The hoodlum's eyes glazed over, as he quickly lost all further interest in the proceedings.
"What the fu...?" exclaimed the second robber, dropping his bag of loot, as he stepped through the open doorway, and spied Batgirl standing over his motionless sidekick. His exclamation of surprise was cut short, as a flying boot flew up from his left and kicked the Magnum from his hand, just as he was raising it to take aim and fire at the Dark Damsel. As his head started to turn toward this new danger, a forearm smash sent him reeling sideways, quickly followed by a full-blooded kick to the jaw. As he stumbled backward, his head smacked against the plate glass display window, with a sickening bang, producing a crazed pattern of cracks, spreading out from the point of impact. With a low groan, he slid to the sidewalk, unconscious.
Sparrow slipped through the open entrance, crouching low, before rolling head over heels to her right, behind a checkout counter. The third thief, couldn't have failed to be alerted by all the commotion outside. A moment later, Batgirl dived through the doorway, before rolling behind a display cabinet to the left of the entrance.
"Butch? Howie?" a scared voice called out. "What the fuck's going on out there?"
As Sparrow peered around the checkout counter, the third hoodlum spotted her. He was halfway along the nearest isle, holding a diminutive male shop assistant in front of him, as a human shield. One arm was clamped around the guy's throat, the other holding a pistol, with the gun barrel pressed against the side of the hostage's scrawny neck.
"Hands up, bitch, or the old guy gets it!" he yelled, shrilly. The brown-skinned male hostage, obviously of Asian ancestry, gave a terrified whimper and his eyes bulged with fright.
Sparrow slowly rose to her feet, empty hands held high above her head. "Okay, fella, don't do anything stupid!" she said, softly but firmly, deliberately thrusting out her chest, to try to distract him.
"Where's Butch and Howie?" he snarled, peering around, as if half expecting the boys in blue to come charging into the store, at any moment.
"Your pals aren't in any position to help you, buster!" she replied. "Why don't you just hand over the gun and give yourself up, like a good boy, before you get any deeper in trouble?"
"Fuck you, bitch!" he snarled, his finger tightening on the trigger. "Get the hell outta my way, or you'll be scrapping this guy's brains off of the ceiling!"
The brown-skinned hostage, whimpered again and seemed to visibly shrink.
Sparrow's eyes widened, but she nodded and stepped aside. "Don't say I didn't warn you!"
As the hoodlum sidled past Jen, watching her closely, Batgirl stepped out behind him and the edge of her stiffened hand, arced forward and struck his exposed neck, with every ounce of force she could muster, behind the karate blow. His eyes widened, momentarily, then he crumpled to the floor, out for the count.
"Are you okay, sir?" enquired Sparrow, stepping forward to support the old man's weight. He had looked about ready to collapse.
"Thank you, Batgirl!" he gasped. "I-I am now!"
Jennifer grinned and puffed out her chest, proudly. "I'm Sparrow, that's my partner, Batgirl, over there!" she said, nodding toward her shapely costumed companion.
The wrinkled old man gave her a tremulous toothy smile. "Well, thank you both!" he said, clutching her hand and shaking it, vigorously. "Thank you! Thank you so much!"
-oOo-
The two Caped Cuties stood with hands on their hips, watching the police van drive away, with the three subdued criminals safely locked inside. A young detective was still inside the store, taking a full statement from the diminutive Asian guy, who also happened to be the owner, it had turned out.
"Another good night's work," declared Batgirl, draping an arm over the shoulders of her lovely blue-eyed companion. "Results like that, make it all worth while! How about the two of us celebrating, after work, tomorrow?"
Sparrow looked a little embarrassed. "I, um, I would love to, Batgirl, but unfortunately, I've already got a date lined up for tomorrow night!" she admitted, blushing despite herself.
The Batgirl frowned. "With whom?" she enquired, her eyes glittering, behind her mask.
"Er, well, it's with Dick, Dick Grayson, actually!" Jenny admitted, a little guiltily. "I, um, I think he sees us as an item now, ever since we, er... you know?"
"Oh?" Barbara felt a sudden sharp pang of jealously, as the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. "Never mind, I can always stay in and wash my hair!" she mumbled, turning away to hide the glitter of fresh tears in her big green eyes.
Wednesday, 12:00 noon
A small crowd of people had gathered at the graveside, in the neatly maintained cemetery, on the outskirts of the city. They were there to pay their last respects to the recently departed.
"...and, although I hadn't known Harvey Dent Jr. for very long, I had already been convinced that this young man was a person of the highest integrity, and would one day move on to become Gotham County's next District Attorney!"
Jim Gordon had offered to say a few words to the small gathering at the graveside, the majority of whom were members of the news media. As well as the Commissioner of Police, the mourners included his adopted daughter, Barbara, her close friend Jennifer Goodbody, and of course, Chief O'Hara. Harvey's former secretary, Hilary Snide, was also present, representing the District Attorney's office. The casket had already been lowered into the freshly dug grave, and the minister had said his piece, a few minutes earlier.
The somber police commissioner continued his eulogy. "Alas, I was mistaken! That can no longer be the case! This brave young man, who had only recently settled in our fair city, had volunteered to help the Caped Crusaders apprehend his own father, the notorious criminal, Two-face! Sadly, this heroic action, by a man who believed in the rule of law, above all else, was to lead to his untimely death. Tragically, he lost his life, at the hands of his own mentally disturbed parent, gunned down in his prime!"
There were a few murmurs of disgust, sorrow and anger, from the assembled mourners and Jennifer squeezed Barbara's hand, sympathetically, as she saw the tears glistening in the redhead's eyes. "I'm sure she didn't suffer too much pain," she whispered, comfortingly.
Barbara nodded, her face looking drawn and older, somehow?
When her father finished his short speech, Barbara stepped forward to the edge of the grave, stooped down and threw a handful of dirt onto the wooden casket below. "God bless you, Samantha!" she said, under her breath. Her actions were repeated by Jenny and her father, to be closely followed by those of the surprise mourners, multi-millionaire Bruce Wayne and his youthful ward, Dick Grayson. For once, the press had been quiet and well behaved, limiting themselves to a few candid photographs of the burial ceremony.
As the mourners started to drift away from the graveside, however, this situation changed. The reporters crowded around the millionaire and his ward, jostling for position, as he approached his parked Bentley and the waiting uniformed chauffer, Alfred Pennyworth.
Barbara and Jennifer, used this opportunity to slip quietly away.
"What brings YOU at the Assistant DA's funeral, Mr. Wayne?" called out one reporter.
"How well did you know the deceased, Mr. Wayne?" enquired another.
Bruce paused and turned around to briefly address the media, as he reached the limousine, while Dick walked around the Bentley and climbed into the front passenger seat. "Gentlemen, I was merely paying my respects to a brave young man. Someone who, like myself, had the best interests of Gotham City at heart! There are far too few publicly-spirited citizens in the community these days and, sadly, there is now one less!" He straightened, took a deep breath, and pushed his shoulders back. "Now, if you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I have another pressing engagement!"
"Mr. Wayne, one last..."
Bruce ducked through the open doorway and slid onto the leather covered, rear bench seat, as Alfred slammed the door closed behind him.
"Mr. Wayne..."
Alfred pulled open the driver's door and slid in, behind the wheel.
"Get us out of here, Alfred!" Bruce said, in a tired voice.
Thursday, 12:00 noon
The tall slim, elegant brunette, leant up against the metal support rail and stared out across the sunlit San Francisco Bay, toward the Golden Gate Bridge. There was an almost continuous stream of automotive traffic crossing it and a couple of small pleasure craft passing beneath, leaving a creamy wake. Sunlight glinted off the calm blue water of the Pacific ocean.
The statuesque beauty, flicked through the tourist guide she was holding. Apparently, the bridge's construction had been completed in 1937, at a cost of 35 million dollars. Its 4200 feet main suspension span, between the twin 746 feet tall towers, had remained a world record, for the next 27 years. The almost two miles long suspension bridge, linked Frisco with Marin County.
She closed the booklet and her eyes and drew in a lungful of salty sea air, her chest expanding beneath her chunky woolen sweater, worn over a T-shirt and tight denim jeans. Harvey Dent Jr. was dead and she was no longer Harvey Samantha Dent, but Samantha Monroe. That was the name on her new passport and driver's license, and all her other ID documents. Bruce Wayne had gone to a great deal of trouble and expense, to illegally provide her with a whole new identity. As far as she knew, the multi-millionaire was the only other person who knew she was still alive, apart from a few key employees of the hospital! He had convinced her that a completely new start, in a new location, was the only logical answer to her weird predicament. Samantha sighed, sadly. She would miss Barbara. She would have liked to have said goodbye properly!
She reached up and self-consciously touched the surgical dressing that covered her wound and flinched with pain. She had been a very, very lucky girl! The bullet had missed all her vital organs, by some miracle, but she had still almost died from the trauma and considerable loss of blood. Bruce had put her in touch with a local doctor, who would ensure that her injury healed, without any unwanted complications. A little plastic surgery, would hopefully avoid any permanent scaring?
Bruce had supplied her with a nice apartment, but there was no way she was going to stay a kept woman, any longer than she had to. Samantha Monroe would start looking around for a job, first thing tomorrow morning, preferably something in the legal profession! Today, was the first day of a whole new life for her, and she was determined to make the most of it.
She sensed someone's eyes on her and glanced around. A good-looking, dark-haired guy, in his mid-twenties was standing by the rail a few yards away, smiling at her. Samantha smiled back.
End