Batgirl's Rescue

After escaping from Arkham Asylum the crazed criminal the Joker has taken a group of school children hostage. Joker will not release the children until the heroine, who crippled him, Batgirl, surrenders herself to him.

PART ONE

After escaping from Arkham Asylum the crazed criminal the Joker has taken a group of school children hostage. Joker will not release the children until the heroine, who crippled him, Batgirl, surrenders herself to him

Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics. This story was written solely by me and no compensation has been or will be received by me for this story. This story was written purely for entertainment purposes only and cannot be redistributed for profit.

It was a warm spring day as a child with fiery red tresses and her ten preschool classmates frolicked on the playground equipment in Gotham Central Park. After long hard winter the children had lots of energy to burn up during their first outing of the school year. The young ones ran and played tag around the park while under the watchful eye of their teacher Miss Watkins.

The leader of this small but energetic band was carrot topped four- year old by the name of Molly Stone. Very precocious for her age Molly was always out front leading the charge for her playmates. This was mostly due to the child's desire to emulate her favorite heroine the masked female crime fighter of Gotham City, Batgirl. As a matter of fact Molly Stone was a close personal friend of the Bat Beauty. The two red heads had met when Batgirl came to visit Gotham General Hospital and had her cowl stolen by the evil criminal The Mad Hatter.

While the scene of children running and jumping while at play seemed idyllic and peaceful but danger was lurking very close by. Down the sidewalk came a man in a wheel chair being pushed by a woman. This would not appear to be uncommon until one examined their dress. The smallish man wore a wide brimmed purple hat that covered a wild mass of bright green hair. He had a pasty white face and was dressed in purple suit which matched his hat. The additional accessories of a black shirt, orange vest, green string tie and purple gloves made the man look incredibly outlandish.

The man's female assistant and companion was also dressed in a bizarre fashion. The short and rather plump woman was dressed as a jester. She wore a red and black body suit with a black belled cap and felt slippers. Her face was painted completely white except for a black area around her eyes. The man was none other than the arch criminal The Joker with his devoted moll Harly Quinn

Due to a bold plan devised and executed by his confidante the Joker had within the hour escaped from the maximum security facility Arkham Asylum. During a shift change Harly had gained access to the facility in a laundry truck. With the help of several inmates the Joker was hidden in a laundry sack and placed in the truck. It would be another hour before the next roll call when the Joker would finally be declared missing from the facility.

After abandoning the stolen laundry truck several blocks away the two criminals now planned to execute the next phase of their sinister plan. Being a cripple in a wheelchair the Joker was extremely vulnerable to capture by the authorities. The best way to prevent this was the taking of several innocent hostages. This would keep law enforcement at bay and insure the surrender of their main target.

As the Joker and Harly watched Molly and her friends at play they agreed that they had by pure chance stumbled into a perfect set up. The use of a group of children as hostages was ideal. They were not physically big enough to resist and could be easily cowed or misled. The school bus parked on the street complete with a handicap ramp would provide excellent transport to an unknown hideout. Joker declared, " Harly this is delicious!" The moll smiled and replied,"It sure is Mr. J!"

The two villains reveled in the fact that shortly their plan of revenge against a super heroine would soon be set in motion. A year of waiting and planning would be over as the woman responsible for the crippling of the Joker would finally receive the retribution she deserved. They did not plan to kill their prey only to turn her life into the same living hell that was the Joker's. The target of the insidious plan was the Dominoed Dare Doll, Batgirl.

One year ago in an encounter with the Caped Cunt as Joker now referred to her, he had been injured by gun shot that had ricocheted off of her utility belt. Joker knowing he was permanently crippled had pleaded with the bitch to let him die. However Miss Goody Bat Boots took it upon herself to intervene and save Jokers life and therefore doomed him to the life of a cripple.

The way the Joker saw things it was now time for revenge. He would take the children hostage and go to his new hideout. Once there he would demand that if the children were to be released unharmed Batgirl must surrender to him. After the Caped Cunt surrendered to save the children Joker would turn her over to an associate well schooled in the use of mind altering chemicals. His job would be to break the shimmering slut so she would obey the Joker's every command. The finale would be a televised event where Bat Bitch would publicly unmask herself. With her crime fighting career destroyed Joker then planned to shoot the now unmasked heroine in the spine and turn her into a cripple as well. The Joker set his plan into action by having Harly wheel him over to talk to the red haired child that obviously was the leader of the group. Molly was heavily involved with a game of tag when she heard someone calling to her. She stopped for a moment and noticed a strangely dressed man in a wheel chair calling to her. Molly had been warned many times by her parents about the danger of taking to strangers. The dress of this funny looking man however some how intrigued the child and she walked over to him. As she walked Molly noticed the woman with the man was also dressed rather funny.

As the carrot top child slowly approached him Joker called out,

"Hi little girl! My you are pretty. What's you name?" Molly not really sure what to think of the strangely dressed man softly replied,

"My name is Molly. Who are you?" In a sweet voice the vile villain exclaimed,

"Well Molly, my name is Joker. The jolly jolly Joker is friends with children all over Gotham City." Molly was about reply when a stern voice broke in,

"Excuse me sir, but I don't permit children in my care to talk to strangers. Please leave the child alone." It was Miss Watkins Molly's teacher upset at the shameless attempt to converse with one of her charges. Joker and Harly were shocked that their master plan was being sabotaged by a competent as well as alert teacher. Smiling broadly the Joker exclaimed,

"Of course dear lady, I understand completely that you are just doing your job protecting the children. There are so many weirdo's in the park these days you can't be to careful! I just felt that little Molly is so adorable that she needed to be told."

Miss Watkins seemed relieved the strangely dressed man had agreed to desist in talking to the children. She was going to thank him for his kindness when she noticed a lock of green hair hanging out from the purple hat. A glance at the pasty white face and the teacher had put it all together when she declared,

"You're that evil fiend the Joker!" The criminal still smiling exclaimed, "At your service!"

Now in horror at the danger her charges faced Miss Watkins shouted, "Run Molly run!"

The red haired child attempted to follow her teachers order and began to run. However unfortunately Harly managed to grab the child and threw her into Joker's lap. The fiend quickly produced a knife which he laid at Molly's throat. Now in complete control of situation the Joker began making his demands.

"Now teacher lady, get all the kids on the bus. We are all going for a ride. No tricks or sudden moves or I cut the carrot top." Totally stunned that her charges were to become hostages of the villain known as the Joker, Miss Watkins could only meekly obey the demands of the recently escaped inmate.

An hour later Barbara Gordon had just concluded her weekly staff meeting at the Human Research and Development Center a prestigious think tank in Gotham City. The head of the Social Services Department was looking particularly gorgeous this day. She was wearing her famous pretty in pink outfit. This consisted of a white satin blouse, pink leather mini skirt, matching pink leather blazer and knee high pink boots. Her fiery shoulder length red hair was piled seductively on top of her head. After her return to Gotham City following a tour as a Congresswoman Babs Gordon had decided to drop her frumpy look and dress as stylishly as possible.

After thanking her staff for their input on a position paper she had written the luscious beauty with the long red tresses returned to her desk. She sat for a moment composing her thoughts when she became aware of a beeping sound inside the desk. Barbara opened a drawer removed her purse and began digging for her cell phone. As she took the phone out she noticed she flashing red light. Babs thought, "Damn!"

The red light on the cell phone was the emergency Bat signal. It indicated that the Gotham Police Department was in need of the services of the fabulous female crime fighter Batgirl. With her father Police Commissioner James Gordon out of town at a law enforcement conference Barbara knew Police Chief O'Hara needed help badly. Barbara got up from her desk and locked her office door. As she returned to the desk the lovely executive punched in a call to Police Headquarters on her cell phone. With in seconds Chief O'Hara was on the line. Barbra inquired,

"Yes Chief O'Hara this is Batgirl. What's wrong?" In a voice filled with relief the Chief began,

"It's the Joker. Harly Quinn busted him out of Arkham this morning and now they have just taken a group of school children hostage. I called the Bat Cave but Batman and Robin are on an extended vacation in the mountains. Could you please come to headquarters?" Barbara replied, "Of course Chief within the hour, bye!"

Replacing the cell phone in her purse Barbara then called in her assistant Helen Brown to inform her that a crises had arisen and that she must leave for the rest of the day. After leaving the building the red headed beauty hailed a cab to take back to her midtown apartment where she would change into her alter ego the shimmering seductress in the purple body suit Batgirl.

As Barbara rode home she pondered her one and only encounter with the Joker a year ago. The similarities between this time and the last were frightening. The last time the Joker took her father prisoner this time he is out of town. Additionally, this time, as well as last time Batman and Robin were on vacation.

What really bothered Babs Gordon the most however was her close brush with death the last time. Batgirl had been totally at the Joker's mercy when he fired a pistol at her. In an unbelievable occurrence the bullet struck the buckle of her utility belt and ricocheted back hitting the Joker. The bullet shattered his spine turning the fiend into a permanent cripple.

Barbara was well aware that the Joker was the most dangerous of the major criminals in Gotham City. During his last trial when the Bat Beauty testified against him the Joker swore he would have revenge on her. Despite his desperate pleas to let him die Batgirl had refused to let the villain bled to death so he could stand trial for taking her father hostage. Babs knew in the pit of her stomach that this escape was the first attempt of the Joker to punish her for saving his life.

Once inside her apartment Barbara Gordon immediately began shedding her gorgeous pink leather ensemble. A trail of blazer, blouse, mini skirt and boots led to the bedroom and the secret Batgirl Lair. Removing her cotton bra and panties the beauty slipped into a sexy purple satin bra and thong. She took down a shimmering purple body suit from a rack, stepped into the arms and legs then pulled up the back zipper. From the vanity came her dazzling purple ankle boots which she quickly stepped into followed by the glistening satin Bat Gloves.

The transformation was almost complete when Babs pulled the hair pins holding up her fabulous red tresses and letting them fall to her shoulders. After which several strokes of a hair brush were applied to the luscious locks. Then she took her gleaming purple satin Bat Cowl from its stand and lowered it on to her head and then fastened the strap that ran under her thick main of red hair. The beauty then removed from a rack the sensuous purple and gold Bat Cape and fastened it to her neck and shoulders.

The last item was the golden utility belt but before donning it Batgirl made a sudden change when she removed the golden buckle. She then reached into a drawer and took out an identical buckle and clipped it on. This buckle used on special occasions however, had a .45 caliber indentation in it. While Batgirl was not suspicious she felt on this affair she would every bit of luck she had.

With the tantalizing transformation from Barbara Gordon to the Dominoed Dare Doll Batgirl complete the bold beauty stepped quickly into the freight elevator containing the Batgirlcycle. As the hidden doors in the back of the building quickly opened the Caped Crusadress shot out of the building on her cycle and on to the street. Five minutes later the masked maiden arrived at Police Headquarters.

It was quick elevator ride to the sixth floor of the building for the Bat Beauty who hurried to the office of Police Commissioner James Gordon. The shimmering seductress was immediately waved into the inner office by her father's trusted assistant Bonnie who was talking on the phone. As Batgirl entered the Commissioner's office she found Chief O'Hara comforting a completely distraught middle aged woman who was sobbing. On seeing that the Caped Crusadress had arrived the Chief exclaimed,

"Ah Batgirl, sure in it is glad that you have come. We are in desperate trouble! That devil the Joker has taken eleven preschool children hostage." Batgirl replied,

"Yes chief, you said that on the phone. But what does he want?" The head policeman seemed ill at ease dealing with the Goddess of Gotham City. He stammered,

"Perhaps Miss Watkins should tell you. Batgirl this is Miss Watkins from the Gotham Preschool who was the teacher in charge of the children."

On being introduced the woman in her late thirties ceased her crying and with a look of true hope declared,

"Oh Batgirl, thank you for coming so quickly. I have heard so good things about you from little Molly." Looking perplexed the enchantress inquired, "Molly?" The teacher looked somewhat embarrassed and replied,

"I am sorry Batgirl. I was talking about Molly Stone. She talks about you all of the time and claims that you are her friend." The booted beauty smiled and exclaimed,

"Yes Miss Watkins Molly and I are friends. However, please tell me that Molly is safe at her parents home." Miss Watkins head sank and in a dejected tone she exclaimed,

"I wish I could Batgirl but Molly was the first child taken prisoner by that fiend!"

The bold beauty winced as if she had just been punched in the gut and began to sink slowly into a nearby chair. Her face took on a dark pallor as her mind screamed, "No, not Molly! That sick bastard!"

Chief O'Hara and the teacher each had look of deep concern on their faces after Batgirl's dazed reaction to learning Molly Stone was one of the hostages. Neither was aware that Barbara Gordon was Molly's guardian. In less than a minute however the bold beauty regained her poise. Batgirl exclaimed,

"Miss Watkins I perceive the reason the Joker has taken the children hostage is that he intends to exchange them for another person. Am I wrong in assuming that the person the Joker is after is me? "Miss Watkins was stunned by Batgirl's accurate prediction of the Joker's intended target. In awe she replied,

"Why yes Batgirl! How did you know?" With a grim look the caped cutie replied,

"A little woman's intuition! What are his demands?" Miss Watkins declared,

"You must surrender to him by six pm today." The teacher fumbled in her jacket pocket and withdrew a piece of paper and handed it to the masked maid.

"The Joker said that if you agree to his terms you must call this number. If you don't he said he would begin killing the children at 6:01. Molly will be the first one." Looking at the wall clock which indicated twelve noon Batgirl let out a deep sigh,

"You need not worry Miss Watkins I will surrender to the Joker. I can't let him totally jeopardize innocent children. Were there any other demands?" Miss Watkins looked flustered for a moment and declared,

"Yes I almost forgot. The Joker demands the immediate release of an inmate at Arkham Asylum." Chief O'Hara had fearful look on his face wondering what vile criminal the Joker demanded to be released. He inquired, "Who does he want?" The teacher replied, "The Scarecrow" The head policeman exploded,

"No, not that devil! It is bad enough having the Joker loose but not the Scarecrow too. If you surrender to the Joker how can we deal with two super criminals at once?"

Batgirl with a frown on her pretty face replied. "We have no choice Chief O'Hara we must free the children. Besides I am sure that Scarecrow is part of the Joker's plan of revenge against me. I don't think he will be operating on his own." With a stare of concern every bit as sincere as her father's O'Hara exclaimed,

"Are you sure this is the right thing to do Batgirl? You are walking into a lion's den"

The Goddess of Gotham City was deeply touched by the Chief's concern and declared,

"I'll be alright Chief! You need to call Arkham and get Scarecrow released as soon as possible." The policeman smiled and declared,

"I will get right on it after I escort Miss Watkins out. Is there anything else I can do Batgirl?" The Caped Crusadress replied, "May I use the Bat Phone?" The Irishman replied as he escorted the teacher from the Commissioner's office, "Help yourself but Batman is away on vacation."

The shimmering seductress in the purple body suit walked over to the wooden stand on which stood the sole link between the Gotham Police Force and the Caped Crusader. The Bat Beauty removed the plastic cover, picked up the hand set and pressed the white button. It was several seconds before a male voice with a British accent came on the line and exclaimed,

"He's not here Sir!" The booted beauty quickly remarked,

"Alfred, its Batgirl!" The butler gasped "Miss Gordon! What is happening with the school children and that fanatic the Joker?" The Bat Beauty quickly described the current situation and Joker's demands. She also imparted her intuition that the whole scenario was nothing more than an attempt at revenge against her. Batgirl then inquired,

"Alfred is there any chance of contacting Batman?" The servant replied,

"I am afraid not Miss Barbara. I am however trying to contact the Justice League to see if help is available there but I can't seem to get through. I know things look very black right now but there is always hope." Dejectedly Batgirl replied,

"Well then I guess there is nothing I can do. I had better call the Joker and arrange my surrender." In a rare display of emotion Alfred remarked,

"No Miss Barbara! You must not surrender yourself till the last possible moment. You still have just less than six hours. Let me use that time to try and get help." Batgirl replied,

"All right Alfred I will wait until six to give myself up. If you can't get help I want you to go and see a good friend of mine. If I become Joker's prisoner you and he are the only ones who can help me." The servant stunned by the bravery of the masked maid wrote down all of information she provided and then remarked,

"Miss Barbara if I can't get help for you by five pm I will immediately go and call on the gentleman. Please be careful Miss Gordon. Batgirl replied, "I will Alfred!"

The cowled crime fighter returned the Bat Phone to its stand. Batgirl looked at the clock which read twelve thirty and realized she had a long wait ahead of her. The only thing left to do was to call the hideous villain and let him know that she accepted his terms. The bold beauty reached into utility belt and removed her Batgirl Cell phone. After dialing the number given to her by Miss Watkins the Bat Beauty listened to number ring two times before her ears were greeted by a recording of the hideous Joker laugh. A voice then sweetly answered,

"Joker here!" Calling on all of her courage the masked maid exclaimed,

"Joker, this is Batgirl." There was another wicked laugh and the voice said,

"Hello Bat Bitch about time you called. Ready to accept my terms of surrender?" In a voice as low as a whisper the dazzling damsel remarked,

"Yes, I accept your terms for releasing the children." The vengeful voice snickered,

"Excellent, met me at the corner of Carson and Craig in one hour. I want to get rid of these brats as soon as possible." Batgirl pleaded in reply,

"No wait I can't meet you that soon. I have some things I need to attend too. I will surrender at six in front of Police Headquarters. There will be no tricks or traps. Just release the children unharmed and I will go with you." The Joker giggled,

"As you wish Bat Bitch! But why the wait? You are only postponing my revenge for a couple of hours. You will still have to pay for what you did to me." Batgirl exclaimed,

"I have some matters I must address." Joker laughed and remarked,

"Like a last will and testament! Ha Ha! Oh one more thing Caped Cunt. You won't need that accursed utility belt of yours so leave it at home. You can also leave the tools and picks that you hide in your boots, gloves and cape. If you show up with anything extra there is a little carrot top brat who will lose a finger or two. See you at six Bat Bitch!" The call then abruptly ended.

An hour later the Bat Beauty nervously paced back and forth in her Bat Lair. The dazzling damsel has been unable to concentrate on anything since she returned home from Police Headquarters. She felt a deep hollow pit in her stomach that refused to go away. The booted beauty knew she had experienced the feeling before but when? In an instant the answer came as Batgirl recalled a perilous time this past year as she stood in a dark fun house and faced a lunatic. It was obvious the Caped Crusadress for the second time in her life experienced real fear.

As was always the case the daring damsel began to examine her fear. Batgirl mentally posed several questions to herself as she attempted to find an answer.

"Was she afraid of death at the hands of the Joker? Not really. She had faced death many times before and had never experienced this level of dread."

"Was she fearful because she did not know Joker's plan for her? Again, not really. She had faced the unknown many times before without being frightened."

"What was the worst thing Joker could do to her?" In an instant the answer came.

"The absolute worst thing Joker can do is to cripple me so that I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair."

Batgirl acknowledged that a crippling injury in her line of work was a real possibility. A Bat Rope might break or she might slip and fall and her career as a crime fighter would be over. The real terrifying aspect of her recently discovered fear was that an insane lunatic would purposely incapacitate her just for revenge. For a moment the caped crime fighter was stunned.

Earlier her intuition had for told that she was the Joker's intended victim. Now she had undoubtedly deduced the Joker's basic intent. Determined to further capitalize on her mental analysis the Dominoed Dare Doll posed another question,

"Once I surrender to him what will he do?" Again the answer quickly came.

"First he will physically and verbally humiliate me. Next he will attempt to break me mentally, which will fail. Then he will bring in Scarecrow to break me with his arsenal of hallucinogenic drugs. There is little doubt that eventually Scarecrow will succeed in making me a drug induced Zombie willing to do Joker's bidding. In order to destroy my crime fighting career forever Joker will no doubt force me to publicly unmask. The final end game will of course be a bullet to my spine leaving me paralyzed."

The analysis of what the bold beauty faced as the Joker's prisoner was extremely grisly but it also calmed her. The pit of fear in her stomach was gone. The brainy as well as beautiful crime fighter now began to develop plans for counter measures to thwart the Joker's diabolical scheme.

For the next hour the Bat Beauty was busy with her sewing machine. She took off her Bat Suit and sewed a wide triple layer of Kevlar under the back zipper. It was an attempt to protect her spine from gunfire. Batgirl then took off her lustrous Bat Cape. The caped cutie removed the stitching along the scalloped edges and then sewed in every Bat Antidote pill she had in the Bat Lair. The plan was that maybe the pills would counteract the hallucinogens Scarecrow was sure to use on her.

With the obvious precautions completed she devoted the three hours remaining to some research on hallucinogenic drugs. The masked marvel used her fabulous computer system to learn all she could about the hideous drugs that could be used. After two hours of heavy research the booted beauty felt that she covered all there was to know. With just an hour left until the greatest trial she would yet face Batgirl reviewed all of her preparations while she removed the hidden tools in her dazzling boots and gleaming gloves. There seemed to be nothing that she missed. Every possible contingency seemed to be anticipated and plans made to deal with it. While knowing that this would be the greatest challenge she ever faced the Caped Crusadress never felt more calm, confidant or prepared. She felt the nagging fear she had experienced earlier was the best thing that could have happened to her.

While Batgirl prepared for her latest ordeal Alfred Pennyworth sat slightly annoyed in the outer office of investment banker Lance Morgan. Unable to procure assistance for Batgirl from the Justice League the butler had decided to pay a call on Mr. Morgan. It was obvious to the Englishman that Mr. Morgan was indeed a very busy man and his chance of seeing the banker appeared slim at best. The receptionist a lovely brunette named Veronica did her best to see if a short audience with her boss might be arranged.

At ten till six the Batgirl without her utility belt climbed to the roof of her apartment building. Taking only a Bat Rope the cowled crime fighter prepared for another journey to Police Headquarters. She had decided not to use the Batgirlcycle as she would no doubt have to leave it on the street at headquarters. The bold beauty loved however to travel by Bat Rope. She found nothing as exhilarating as flying through the air from building to building on her rope. A darker thought was perhaps this might be the last time she had the opportunity to do so.

As the Bat Beauty swung down from the Gotham Bank building to the public square in front of Police Headquarters a huge cheer went up from the large crowd gathered in the square. Citizens of Gotham City by the thousands began to chant "Batgirl, Batgirl!" The Caped Crusadress was stunned by the show of support for her from the public.

Back in the office of the banker Lance Morgan a very agitated Alfred Pennyworth now glanced at his watch which read five minutes to six. Thinking to himself,

"In five minutes Batgirl will be forced to surrender to that hideous villain the Joker and something must be done!"

The butler determined that it was now time to take matters into his own hands. The distinguished Englishman rose from his chair to his full six foot five inch height and headed for the door into Lance Morgan's office. He ignored the frantic pleas of the Veronica to stop.

On opening the door into the office Alfred observed a rather young man sitting at a desk staring rather intently at a television. Mr. Morgan was watching a live broadcast of the events unfolding in Gotham Square. He was unaware of anyone's presence until the receptionist entered,

"Mr. Pennyworth you can't come in here you don't have an appointment!" The butler coolly ignored the woman while giving the banker a look of total disdain and remarked,

"Are you Lance Morgan?" The young man rather startled replied,

"Yes I am! But who are you and why have barged into my office?" Alfred exclaimed,

My name is Pennyworth and I have come on a matter of great importance." Lance Morgan turned to his receptionist and declared,

"It's all right Veronica you can leave now." The pretty brunette made a silent exit from the room. The young banker now faced his uninvited guest and sternly inquired,

"All right Mr. Pennyworth what is this matter of great importance?" The elderly Englishman extended his right arm, pointed at the television and tartly remarked,

"That sir is the matter of great importance!" Lance shyly gulped, "Batgirl?" The butler responded, "Yes, Batgirl!" The two men one old the other young now stood transfixed watching the television as events began to unfold in Gorham Square

At precisely six pm a bright yellow school rolled to a stop in front of Police Headquarters. The handicap ramp slowly extended and out rolled the Joker in his wheelchair holding Molly Stone in his lap. The huge crowd began to boo and catcall the vile villain.

The Crown Prince of Crime was devastated by his reception. The constant calls of "Batgirl, Batgirl" further infuriated him. Unable to control his anger Joker lashed out at the crowd of citizens as he declared,

"Shut up you ignorant boobs! You are nothing more than sheep!"

Batgirl saw that things were becoming ugly decided to defuse the situation. She walked over to the cripple in the wheelchair. Molly seeing her favorite heroine began to squirm trying to free herself so she could run to Batgirl. But the evil fiend again produced his knife and laid it on Molly's throat, Batgirl cried out,

"No Joker please, she is just a child" Tired of having the child in his lap for most of the day the green haired gangster withdrew the knife and released her. Molly immediately ran to Batgirl and hugged the heroine. The red head then began to plead with the caped crime fighter, "Please don't go Batgirl. Please!" Hugging the sobbing child the booted beauty replied,

"I have to Molly if I don't he won't release the other children. Now your mom and Dad are right behind me. Give me hug and run to your parents." The carrot top reluctantly hugged the shimmering seductress and ran to Jim and Mary Stone.

With Molly now safe Batgirl turned to Joker and exclaimed,

"All right Joker let's get this over with!" The Joker gave a hand signal to his evil moll Harly Quinn and the children began to file out of the bus one by one. As the villain and heroine watched the procession Joker commented,

"I am glad you took my advice and came without your utility belt Bat Bitch."

The now defenseless heroine replied, "I didn't have a choice!" The Joker now pulled out a metal detector and moved up and down the stunning figure of the curved crime fighter. No metal was indicated further convincing the criminal that the Caped Cunt was now totally helpless. When the last child had left the school bus Joker turned to the Bat Beauty and declared,

"All right Caped Cunt push me back on the bus." Batgirl indignantly replied,

"I will not! I am not your slave!" The Joker leered at the booted beauty and remarked,

"You will do as I say Bat Bitch if you want your carrot top friend to go on living." The Caped Crusadress inquired,

"What are you talking about?" The Joker snickered,

"In order to insure your cooperation I placed a small explosive device in the child's backpack. I now have in my hand a remote detonator. Now push me up into the bus and do not disobey me again!"

A dejected Batgirl grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and began to push the chair up the ramp and into the bus. A close up picture of the dazzling damsel's flawless face showed it was beet red from the humiliation of being a servant to the Joker. Once inside the bus the ramp retracted and the vehicle slowly pulled away from Police Headquarters while the stunned crowd watched in silence.

At Gotham International Airport a rather tall but slim young man stood motionless in front of a television monitor in total disbelief of the events that had just unfolded in Gotham Square. Mr. Edmond Curse had recently arrived on a flight from Chicago in order to attend the annual Gotham City Computer Show. Edmond was a computer geek interested in buying the latest computer soft ware available.

With the awful event in the square still resonated in his mind Edmond noticed a Gotham City patrolman nearby. The young man quickly walked up to the Officer and inquired,

"Excuse me Officer, what is the quickest way to Police Headquarters?" The patrolman replied,

"The quickest way is by cab but it will cost you thirty dollars. Why do you want to go there?" The young man looked down at his shoes and remarked, "Well I was watching the news about Batgirl and I think I have some information that might be useful." The police officers eyes widened as he exclaimed,

"Son, you wait right here. I am going to get my cruiser and I will drive you to Police Headquarters!"

At the same time in the office of Lance Morgan the butler and the banker shook their heads in disbelief at what had just transpired. Lance returned to his desk while he invited the Englishman to take a seat. The younger man opened the conversation,

"How can I help you Mr. Pennyworth?" The servant was quite surprised at Mr. Morgan's offer of help exclaimed,

"Please sir, call me Alfred. Master Lance I am a representative of the Bat Family. In situations such as you just witnessed the Family takes care of its own problems. However in this case unfortunately Master Batman and Master Robin are away on travel and cannot be contacted. I have thereby been forced to search for assistance for Miss Batgirl in outside areas. Unfortunately I have been unsuccessful." In order to compose his thoughts the butler took a short pause. Lance intervened,

"Please continue Alfred!" Sensing the banker's warmth Alfred smiled and continued on.

"Prior to her surrender Miss Batgirl left instructions that should she become the Joker's prisoner I was to contact you. In her words she said that if I could not get outside help from the Justice League that you and I where the only ones who could help her. Well unfortunately all of the members of the league are on assignment so here I am."

The young banker shifted in his chair and slowly remarked,

"Did Batgirl leave you with any ideas on what we are to do? Alfred replied,

"Miss Batgirl left no plans. But knowing her as well as I do, I believe that she is looking to us to mount some type of rescue effort. I can provide all of the assets and resources of the Bat Family to finance and coordinate such a mission. I rather think Miss Batgirl believes that you can provide the leadership necessary to complete the task. It appears that how the effort is accomplished that Miss Batgirl is leaving us to our devices. Well sir, what say you? Shall we give it a go for we have nothing to loose!" The banker thought for a moment,

"You have it wrong Mr. Pennyworth. You and I are not going to rescue Batgirl!" The butler was stunned by the obvious rejection by Lance Morgan. He was about to protest when the banker in a voice devoid of emotion but strongly filled with purpose remarked,

"You, I and all of Gotham City are going to rescue Batgirl! That man is going to pay dearly for taking our beautiful heroine and for calling us sheep!"

The Englishman totally surprised at the young man's determination joyfully exclaimed,

"Well said Master Lance. Well said indeed! We shall rescue Miss Batgirl! I am sure of it!"

HOLY VIGILANTES

The Joker has Batgirl as his prisoner. What will the fiend do to her?

Can Alfred and Lance form a team to rescue the Bat Beauty?

Part 2

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Three hours after she had voluntarily surrendered to the Clown Prince of Crime Batgirl awoke to find herself securely chained to a wall. The last thing she remembered was that after she pushed the Joker on to the bus she had been being forced to sit in front of the fiend. After several minutes a rag soaked in chloroform was placed over her face quickly rendering the enchantress unconscious.

A quick check of her costume showed everything was in place. Especially important was the shiny Bat Cowl which protected her secret identity. Unaware of her exact location but Batgirl judged by the look of her surroundings that she was probably in the proverbial deserted warehouse. She found the situation was somewhat similar to the affair in Londinium when she had been imprisoned in Lord Ffogg's dungeon. There the booted beauty had been chained by the wrists between two pillars.

Batgirl's current predicament was a little more of a challenge. Not only were her gleaming Bat Gloves shackled to the wall but also her dazzling purple Bat Boots. In addition there were steel rings around her tiny waist and pretty neck. There was very little slack in the six chains anchored into the wall. The final difficulty was that the Bat Beauty was confined inside a large cage made with thick steel bars. It appeared that with regard for potential to escape the Joker was leaving nothing to chance. In normal situations the solid steel shackles would not be a problem as Batgirl carried many tools secretly hidden in various parts of her costume such as the cowl, cape, boots and gloves. The problem that was that before her surrender at Joker's insistence she had removed them. Thus the Bold Beauty was now completely helpless and once again at the Joker's mercy.

A quick review of her plight seemed to reveal that for the moment she was in little danger. Joker and his vicious moll Harly Quinn were undoubtedly still completing preparations for her upcoming ordeal. For moment Batgirl felt confident she could handle anything Joker and Harly could deal out. Her main worry was the impending arrival of the Scarecrow and his hallucinogenic drugs. The Caped Crusadress knew the next few days would a difficult challenge and she desperately prayed that Alfred had gone to see Lance Morgan.

At the very same moment Alfred Pennyworth and Lance Morgan had just completed an excellent diner at a very exclusive social club of which Lance was a member. After their initial consultation Lance had invited the Englishman to diner in order to formulate some basic plans for the daunting task which they both faced. Each man had taken an instant liking to the other.

Alfred liked the young banker's cool take charge attitude and the immense personal confidence and single mindedness that he displayed. From his manners and his speech it was evident to the elder man that Lance Morgan was brilliant. It was obvious Batgirl had detected the same qualities by her selection of the young man as the team leader. The butler was constantly amazed by the daring damsel's unerring accuracy in assessing his fellow men. Lance was totally impressed by the old gentleman's impeccable manners and quiet disposition. The man reeked of old world class. The understated deference the butler always displayed however raised the possibility of undue subservience. It was obvious the Englishman was someone's man servant. Lance soon recalled Alfred's assault into his office and immediately dismissed the concern. Mr. Pennyworth would do whatever was necessary and would do it in a tasteful manner.

While the two men sat and sipped their after diner brandy they began to discuss the enormous challenge they faced. Alfred politely inquired,

"Tell me Master Lance how do you envision this mission?" Lance confidently replied,

"I see it as a two fold project Alfred. First there will be a rescue team lead by me but operating under your direction. The team will consist of four or five members each processing a particular skill that is deemed necessary. You will of course participate in the selection of the team." The butler remarked, "Naturally!" Lance continued,

"The second component is the most important. The Joker has made an incredible blunder in believing that no one will attempt to rescue Batgirl. I know for a fact that the Caped Crusadress is universally adored by the law abiding citizens of this city. To think that the good people of Gotham City will do nothing to assist a woman of such incredible beauty and intelligence is either madness or stupidity. There are six million people in this town who I am sure will help us. That means that there are twelve million eyeballs willing to search buildings and docks. Twelve million eyes that will be constantly be on the alert for Joker and his gang. The man will not be able to go to the loo in public without somebody noticing him. What do you think Alfred?"

Alfred Pennyworth was silent for over minute before he replied to his diner companion,

"It is brilliant Master Lance! The concept of getting the populace of Gotham City to assist in the rescue of Batgirl is totally brilliant. Now I know what you meant when you said that you, I and Gotham City would rescue our heroine. Before this moment I was uncertain as to whether or not we could in fact rescue Miss Batgirl. Now I am certain that we shall accomplish it." Lance smiled broadly. Alfred then continued,

"The concept of getting public assistance in the maintenance law and order is certainly an idea whose time has come. There is a certain masked vigilante I know who badly needs to consider the concept."

The talk between the two men now turned to more specific matters. Alfred informed Lance that before her surrender to the Joker the bold beauty had arranged for use of Commissioner Gordon's office in Police Headquarters. The team would be centrally located and could call on the assistance from the Gotham Police force if need arose. An extra benefit was that Commissioner's Office had a direct phone line to the Bat Cave. Once the operation began communication between Lance's team and Alfred would be critical.

As the hour grew late both men agreed to meet in the morning in Commissioner Gordon's office to begin interviewing candidates for the team. Lance had already written a full page advertisement asking for citizen volunteers to help rescue Batgirl and placed it in all the Gotham City newspapers. Lance then returned to his office to complete the final task of the evening. He put together a list of friends, associates and operatives in the business community of Gotham City. The select group of individuals who owed favors to the banker would organize and conduct the massive citizen manhunt of Gotham City which would hopefully ferret the Joker out from his hiding place.

It was 8 am when Lance Morgan strode briskly through a heavy crowd already outside the office of Police Commissioner James Gordon. He smiled happily at seeing the response his newspaper advertisements had caused. Gothamites by the hundreds had lined up inside and outside of Police Headquarters to volunteer their services in the effort to rescue Batgirl.

On entering the office Lance found his associate Alfred Pennyworth had already arrived and was in deep conversation with Chief O'Hara. The young banker greeted Alfred warmly and introduced himself to the Chief of Police. The butler then inquired,

"Well Master Lance judging by the turnout your advertisements seem most successful but where do we begin?" The young man smiled and remarked,

"The first position on the team we have to fill is medical support. From what you have told me Alfred about that hideous Scarecrow when we rescue Batgirl she will almost certainly require medical attention." Alfred replied,

"I am a physician Master Lance and would gladly fill the position however my age and the need to perform other duties renders me unfit for the job." Lance remarked,

"That's true my friend but you can interview the candidates for the medical position as I am totally unqualified for the task." The butler and the banker then noticed Chief O'Hara as he seemed to be staring into space. The Chief then exclaimed,

"I think I can help you with finding a doctor. We have an excellent Police Surgeon here at headquarters who has actually treated Batgirl. Would you like me to get him?" Lance and Alfred were stunned by this favorable turn of events. A doctor who had a rapport with the Bat Beauty would be of incalculable value. Alfred stuttered,

"By all means Chief O'Hara, by all means!"

Five minutes later Chief O'Hara returned with a somewhat short but powerful looking man. He had dark hair as well as dark features but processed the largest hands that Alfred had ever seen. Chief O'Hara introduced the physician as Doctor Vince to the two men before excusing himself. The Chief of Police wanted to give the two men as much freedom as possible in their difficult job besides he himself was swamped with work. With the introductions completed Alfred began by inquiring about Doctor Vince's background, qualifications and experience. The physician answered calmly in a low but very strong voice. The doctor then asked the nature of the job that he would be performing on the team.

Alfred then explained in great detail the vile practices of the Scarecrow and his terrible arsenal of hallucinogenic drugs. The Englishman stressed in no uncertain terms that once the Caped Crusadress was located immediate medical attention would be vital. Alfred then inquired,

"Is there any medical equipment you feel will be necessary?" The physician exclaimed,

"In order to deal with Scarecrows drugs we are going to need the best dialysis machine there is. It will vital that we remove the drugs from Batgirl's blood stream as quickly as possible." The butler replied, "I shall see to it immediately." Lance interjected,

"Alfred call Ben Stein who owns Gotham Medical Supply. He owes me several favors."

"I shall indeed Master Lance!" The older man stopped for moment before he again continued,

"Well Doctor Vince you are certainly well qualified and your experience in treating Miss Batgirl makes you the obvious choice for the job. Are you interested in joining myself and Master Lance in our endeavor? Dr. Vince quietly remarked,

"Damn straight I am! But I do have one question?" Alfred replied, "What would that be?"

"Mr. Morgan you have said nothing. Is there a reason for that?" Lance exclaimed,

"The art of medicine is Mr. Pennyworth's area of expertise. I concern myself with other issues doctor. I do however have one question for you doctor." Dr. Vince replied,

"Which is?" The banker deliberately remarked, "Dr. Vince are you in love with Batgirl?"

The physician was stunned by the request and testily exclaimed,

"I don't see that as being relevant Mr. Morgan!" Lance tartly remarked,

"On the contrary doctor it is of the greatest importance!" Dr. Vince replied sheepishly,

"Well I guess? No wait! Yes, I am in love with Batgirl. I would die for her!" The young banker smiled, turned in his chair and then laughed,

"Don't be embarrassed Dr. Vince! Everyman in this building is in love with Batgirl and would also die for her. Welcome to the team Doctor!" The physician smiled and got up to leave when Alfred remarked, "Dr. Vince please remain here. Master Lance and I would greatly value your opinion on additional candidates that we shall interview." The doctor exclaimed,

"Gentlemen, I would be honored to assist you"

The three men then spent the next hour brainstorming about other talents they might require for the successful completion of the mission. As the team leader Lance wanted an eclectic group with varied skills and personalities. While they had already filled the positions of Commander, (Alfred), Team Leader, (Lance) and Medical, (Dr. Vince) there was much more work to be done.

Lance felt it was imperative that some sort of intelligence operative be found. He wanted someone who had personal experience with Joker and his people. Alfred desired an assistant in the Bat Cave to operate the Bat Computer and process the enormous amounts of data they would generate. Dr. Vince felt that they needed a person with great physical strength and stamina when the rescue was undertaken.

With the requirements for other team positions basically sketched out Lance now turned to what he felt was the most critical matter they faced. This was the issue of time. They needed an immediate way to buy time in order for the team to become established. Chief O'Hara had advised Arkham Asylum to drag out Scarecrows release as long as humanly possible. Still this was not enough for the Scarecrow was scheduled for release in the early afternoon a mere six hours form now.

As the three men reviewed the problem it seemed no one had an answer. Lance pounded the desk with his fist and shouted,

"Damn it we have got to buy Batgirl some time and we have got to do it now! Failure is not an option!" Suddenly a voice from behind the three men with dull flat tone replied,

"Oh, that's easy!" The butler, banker and doctor turned to find a tall lanky young man in faded blue jeans and wrinkled wool shirt standing behind them. As soon as their eyes focused on the young man his eyes fell to the floor. Lance replied in his best OK smart ass tell us how we are going to buy time for Batgirl voice,

"Young man, we are all ears!" Again in the dull flat toned voice the lanky kid exclaimed,

"All you have to do is find some one to impersonate Batgirl. Dress them up and have them drive around the city on the Batgirlcycle. Joker will spend a lot of time trying to verify he has the right Batgirl."

When the young stranger finished a pin that had been dropped in the room would have been easily heard. The idea was so stunningly simple and brilliant at the same time the three men were astonished that they had not thought of it themselves. Alfred broke the silence as he inquired,

"Young sir who are you and where did you come from?" Still looking at his feet the stranger replied,

"My name is Edmond Curse. I am from Indiana. I came to Gotham City for the big computer show at Gotham Square Garden. When I arrived here yesterday I saw what happened to Batgirl. Since she is my favorite heroine I want to do everything I can to help her. I talked to a policeman at the airport yesterday and he brought me here. Since then I have wandered around this building but no one will talk to me or anything. I saw the sign on the door about a rescue team so I came on in. I am sorry I will leave now."

The Englishman again astonished that good fortune had again smiled on them remarked,

"No Master Edmond you must not leave! You are the answer to a prayer. Please do sit down as you have been an absolute godsend. Besides providing the answer to a difficult problem is there anything else you feel would be of assistance to our cause?" The stranger now looking very stressed warily slid into a large armchair and declared,

"Well when I was here four years ago I had a run in with Harly Quinn." Alfred replied

"Do tell Master Edmond."

Edmond Curse then told the story of how he was lured to Gotham City by the vile trickster Harly Quinn. He related how after meeting his idol Batgirl the evil moll of the Joker sprayed the Bat Beauty with a special gas that made her fall madly in love with Edmond. Fortunately Batman was able to devise an antidote which enabled Batgirl to rescue the young man from a hideous death trap and send Harly back to prison.

Edmond felt that by his experience he had some insight into the mind of the Joker's main confederate. Edmond felt however that due to a rare medical condition he was probably going to be of little value. He had a hard time dealing with emotions and didn't deal well with human contact on a large scale such as a rescue team. With the his story complete Alfred remarked,

"Master Edmond, would you excuse us for a moment!" The three men then hurdled together for a conference. The butler began, "Well what do you think?" Lance replied,

"I don't know he seems very shaky!" Alfred remarked, "He did resolve our main problem gentlemen." Dr. Vince interjected, "He is very autistic. That could be a concern when we rescue Batgirl. He idolizes her and if something goes wrong in the rescue we might another problem to deal with. He's not worth the risk!"

The Englishman struggled to hold his anger bay. He felt the ingratitude of his companions was monstrous. In a quiet tone Alfred exclaimed,

"Gentlemen as commander of this expedition I insist Master Edmond be included in the effort. He will not be part of the rescue team per se as he will serve as my assistant in the Bat Cave operating the Bat Computer. Thus he will pose no danger to the rescue attempt and we will have full benefit of his intelligence about Harly Quinn. Any objections?"

The banker and doctor now saw the obvious benefit of Edmond's addition to the team and voiced no more opposition. Alfred now addressed the newest team member,

"Master Edmond can you operate a Cray super computer?" Edmond his face now aglow remarked,

"I don't know but I would like to try!" The old butler replied, "Smashing Master Edmond, absolutely smashing." Alfred then dug out his wallet and removed several bills and placed them in Edmond's hands and gave the following instructions,

"Master Edmond I want you to check into the hotel across the street. Tell them Mr. Pennyworth sent you and you are to have the best room available. I want you to clean up, get some sleep and report back here at eight pm. Understand?" Edmond gratified by the confidence the elder man had shown in him smiled and left the office.

With the departure of Edmond the three men now returned to the problem of buying time for Batgirl. As the method had been decided on now all was left was to find some one to play the role of Batgirl. Lance racked his brain to remember any beautiful red heads he had dated who might fill the part.

Naturally the only good looking woman with flaming red tresses he could recall was Barbara Gordon. As Lance dialed Barbara's home phone he detected a slight smile on the face of the butler. The call was a waste of time as all Lance got was Barbara's answering machine which stated she was out of town on business. Alfred had no luck either in coming up with a suitable candidate. As a man servant his contact with good looking young women was extremely limited

Fortunately Dr. Vince came up with a candidate ideally for the role of Batgirl. The physician excused himself and then returned five minutes later with a tall beauty with the most gorgeous red locks Lance and Alfred had every seen. Dr. Vince introduced the lady.

"Alfred, Lance, this is Laura Graham. Laura is our martial arts instructor and athletic trainer here at headquarters." The two men carefully examined good doctor's amazing find. Laura Graham was slightly taller than Batgirl but not by much. Her figure was almost identical to the Bat Beauty and with the long red tresses she was a dead ringer for the Caped Crusadress. Both men nodded their approval.

Lance escorted the instructor to a chair. When the three men sat down Lance began,

"Miss Graham thank- you for coming on such short notice." The red head replied,

"Please call me Laura." Lance was impressed by her affable nature exclaimed,

"Did Dr. Vince tell you why we wanted to meet you?" Laura replied,

"No he didn't but I assume this has something to do with Batgirl." Alfred again nodded his approval. Lance continued,

"As you know Batgirl is now the prisoner of the Joker and we are attempting to mount a rescue effort. Right now we are desperately short on time. We believe we can buy some time if some one impersonates Batgirl. The Joker is going to have to spend time making sure he has the right the super heroine. Laura how would you like to be Batgirl for a few days? Laura Graham's face instantly lit up as she exclaimed,"Would I!" Lance smiled and continued on,

"We will provide you with a Batgirl costume and the Batgirlcycle. You can ride a bike?" Laura eagerly nodded her head thrilled that she was going to be given a chance to imitate the booted beauty. Lance then remarked,

"Excellent! All you have to do is patrol on the cycle this evening. The only thing we need is for the felons in this city to see Batgirl. It will create enough doubt in Joker's mind so he will have to stop his sadistic plan for awhile." Laura then interrupted,

"Mr. Morgan your plan is not going to work. The crooks will not buy some one on the Batgirlcycle. If you want this to succeed I have to become Batgirl. I have to patrol and make arrests the same way she does. However, I can do this! I have the martial arts experience and I have studied her fighting style." Lance warily eyed Alfred and Dr. Vince. The physician spoke first,

"I agree with Laura. If she is going to impersonate Batgirl let her do it right. I know Laura has the skills to pull it off." The banker was next,

"I am afraid I agree with her. I know these crooks and if they spot anything phony our plan is dead." The Englishman was last and very distressed,

"Miss Laura you are obviously right. You are however quite lovely and I just shudder at the terrible risks that you will be taking. Still in all if Miss Batgirl were here she would have you do it the same way. Please do be careful." The red haired instructor was overjoyed that she was now part of the team rejoiced,

"Dr. Vince, Mr. Morgan and Alfred thank you so much for giving me this chance. I assure you will not be disappointed." The Englishman smiled and remarked,

"I am quite sure you won't Miss Laura. I would suggest you make any necessary preparations between now and this evening We shall have our first team meeting in this room at 8 pm. After the meeting I will take to a location where you will rehearse for your first patrol this evening as Batgirl. Any questions?" The beauty with fiery red tresses shook her head no. The rest of the morning and early afternoon was spent by the three men screening applicants to fill the final slot on the team. While Alfred, Lance and Dr. Vince were not exactly sure of what exactly they were looking for they felt that if the right person came along that they would know. There were many good prospects but the process become painfully slow.

A short break was called and the three men stood up and stretched. As they shared some small talk a very large but youthful looking man entered the room and announced,

"Is this the place where they help Batgirl? " Lance Morgan responded, "Why yes, it is!" The youthful man loudly remarked,

"Well Batgirl is my friend and I came to help." With a look of surprise Alfred inquired,

"Pray tell me young sir, your name?" The young man replied, "Jeffery Sullivan" The butler continued his inquiry,

"Well Master Jeffery just how did you and Miss Batgirl become acquainted?" The youthful man sat down in a chair and began to recount his story. Jeffery Sullivan recounted how three years ago he and his mother lived in a poor section of the city called Altamont. One evening Batgirl was chasing Catwoman when she took a short cut through Altamont. Unfortunately a broken street light caused the booted beauty to hit a large oil spot in the road which sent her flying off of her bike.

Jeffery had been working in the basement of his mother's house when he heard a crash outside in the street. He found the Batgirlcycle in front of his house and rolled the machine into the backyard for safekeeping. Puzzled that there was no rider near the motorcycle the young man searched the street. Finally he came upon the Masked Maid lying unconscious in the street. Jeffery immediately took Batgirl into his house and cared for her

Batgirl was very grateful for Jeffery's kindness and for possibly saving her from an unpleasant fate should the criminal element of Gotham City have discovered her predicament. In gratitude Batgirl got assistance for Jeffery and his mother so they could leave Altamont and move to a better section of the city. The Caped Crusadress would periodically visit Jeffery to see how he was doing. Jeffery believed it was his sworn duty to help the Bat Beauty.

The three men were most impressed with the man's story and his desire to help. The only drawback was that Jeffery was a man child. A child's personality inhabited a man's body. This fact made Jeffery unacceptable in the eyes of Lance Morgan. The risks they faced were much too great and one mistake could end the effort. Alfred wanted to include Jeffery in the mission so he would be able to repay his debt to Batgirl. But the he felt that he must show support to his team leader. The butler reluctantly agreed with Lance that Jeffery was not suitable for the team. With two votes against him Jeffery's chance did not look good. However as Alfred rose to the defense of Edmond Curse Dr. Vince spoke eloquently for Jeffery as he remarked,

"Lance, Alfred look at the size of Jeffery. He is huge and is strong as an ox. If we are to be successful we are probably going to have to smash our way in to a few places. Jeffery is perfect for the job." Lance and Alfred nodded in agreement. Dr. Vince continued,

"I know he isn't very bright but I am sure he will do as exactly as he is told. All he wants to do is help Batgirl like everyone else here." The banker and the butler did not appear to be totally convinced of Jeffery's value. Dr. Vince made his final plea on behalf of the man-child.

"Look I will be responsible for him. I will make sure Jeffery does what he is supposed to do. I know it doesn't make any sense and there are other men available. I just have a gut feeling that Jeffery will bring us luck. What do you say?" Alfred replied first.

"If Master Lance has no objection neither do I!" All eyes now fell on Lance Morgan, who replied,

"I said earlier this morning that I wanted an eclectic team for this job. As of now I have an elderly manservant, a physician, a computer geek, a martial arts expert and a man child. It doesn't get anymore eclectic than that gentlemen. So for now let us prepare for our first meeting."

Early in the evening Alfred Pennyworth stepped out into the cool air and on to the patio of stately Wayne Manor. Alfred was religious but not overly so. On this day however the man- servant saw what he considered surely to be the hand of providence at work. He had witnessed it the entire day and now felt a few words with "The Almighty" where now in order.

As the Englishman looked skyward in the dark star lit night and began.

"Good evening sir! I wanted to take a moment to thank you for all of your help today. I must say that on this day that you have truly surpassed yourself. The selection of Dr. Vince, Edmond, Miss Laura and Jeffery by Master Lance are indeed a true miracle. If you will please permit a rather impertinent question but where do you find such good people? Well I will not keep any longer sir as I know you are extremely busy. Oh, one thing sir if you please! I would greatly appreciate if you could inform Miss Batgirl not to abandon hope as the people of Gotham City are organizing and that shortly they will be coming for her! Thank you Sir!"

A few miles away in the proverbial abandoned warehouse Batgirl had gone through a rather hellish day. The previous evening after her confinement she had been left alone in her cage. She had practiced her yoga routines of meditation and breathing. Exercise was impossible due to the shackles on her boots and gloves. The many hours of solitude helped to calm and steady the bold beauty for the ordeal she faced when dawn arrived. The next morning saw the early entrance of the hideous fiend Joker and his devoted moll Harly Quinn. In his usual style the Joker tried to berate and humiliate Batgirl. The booted beauty having endured more insults and taunts than she could remember was completely unfazed by Joker's verbal barrage. Seeing he was having little effect the hideous clown attempted to frighten the now helpless heroine.

Joker gave Batgirl a preview of what she could expect once the Scarecrow arrived. The fiend was now aware of the relationship between Batgirl and Batman. The straw clad fop would be ordered to break the masked maid by using her lover against her. This was hardly news to the Dominoed Dare Doll who still maintained an attitude of total disinterest to the Clown Prince of Crime.

Maddened by the caped cuties lack of emotion the crippled criminal held up the morning addition to the Gotham Times. He then read a full page ad placed by a Mr. Lance Morgan calling on all citizens of Gotham City to volunteer in an effort to rescue Batgirl. The Joker was highly amused by the idea that the citizens of the city or sheep as he called them would attempt to save her. Before leaving the Joker predicted that Mr. Lance Morgan if he was lucky he might get a dozen volunteers.

As Harly pushed the wheelchair from the prison cage the Joker waived the newspaper in taunting manner. Batgirl tried to remain as impassive as possible from the verbal insult from the mad maniac. Internally the daring damsel was elated. Alfred had come through and contacted Lance.

The shimmering seductress had met Lance Morgan a year ago when he was a very suave but very inexperienced burglar who dressed in black leather. Batgirl was the victim of a freak accident when Lance pulled off her shiny Bat Cowl. The dazzling damsel was then taken prisoner by the thief. In the end however Lance was overwhelmed by the enchantress's beguiling charms and fell madly in love with her. Batgirl was counting on Lance's brains and skill to find and rescue her from the Joker. Judging by the newspaper a rescue effort was underway which greatly cheered the cowled crime fighter.

Most of the day for bound beauty consisted of confinement in chains while four elderly street thugs guarded her. Every two hours Batgirl got a ten minute break from the shackles which allowed her to stretch and move around the steel cage. Then just as evening began to fall the Joker and his malevolent moll paid another call.

The crippled criminal said he just popped in to let Batgirl know that Scarecrow had just been released and would arrive in a few hours time. The vile fiend expected the serious work to begin in the morning. The Joker advised the Bat Beauty to get a good nights sleep as she would need it. He then had Harly Quinn roll him out of the cage.

Batgirl had expected another peaceful night of doing yoga to ease the nagging pain she suffered from her confinement. This was not to be as ten minutes later Harly Quinn returned to the cage. By the look of evil triumph on Harly's face the Caped Crusadress knew she was in trouble. Of all the female villains Batgirl hated Harly Quinn the most. She was a trickster but most of all she was a coward. Harly depended on the Joker and his gang for protection from the superheroes. As she had no fighting skills if caught alone she would whimper and cower while pleading for mercy. If an opportunity to strike an opponent from hiding or behind Harly would gleefully do it making her a complete sneak thief.

Now with Batgirl secured to the wall Harly now saw an opportunity to deliver some retribution to a hated foe that had crippled her man. The Caped Cunt as Harly called the Dark Night Damsel was going to pay dearly for Mr. J's condition. After unlocking the cage the female jester walked up to the pretty prisoner until she was inches from Batgirl's face.

After screaming the word "Bitch" Harly smashed the flat of her right hand into Batgirl's left check and followed by a backhand blow to the right cheek. With her neck secured by a chain there was no way the defenseless damsel could avoid the blows. The attack continued with several more vicious slaps to Batgirl's flawless face. Satisfied that the bound beauty's face had received sufficient punishment the hideous harlot now lowered her attack.

The shimmering seductress now received blow after blow from the fists of the malicious moll. With her arms tied above her head Batgirl's chest and ribs were completely unprotected. Punch after brutal punch was fired into the helpless heroine's torso by the vile little jester. The pain was unbearable as Harly attempted to break as many of Batgirl's ribs as possible. Not being in very good physical condition however Harly soon began to tire from the beating she had delivered to the bold beauty.

The hated harlot desired to deliver one final crushing blow of her cowardly attack on the Caped Cunt. Harly stepped back and brought an ankle boot right up into Batgirl's exposed crotch. A searing pain exploded into the Bat Beauty's labia as she attempted to double over in agony but the chains held her upright against the wall. After she watched the torment on the booted beauty's face Harly turned, left the cage and finally locked the door.

In tremendous pain from the savage beating she had received tears began to well up in the eyes of the Dominoed Dare Doll. However Batgirl used her tremendous self control to fight back the tears. The temptress was not going to suffer the indignity of having the hideous Harly Quinn make her cry.

After several minutes the pain in her chest and crotch started to subside and Batgirl began to breathe a little easier. Suddenly down from the heavens through a sky light in the roof a small beam of intense moon light spot lighted the curvaceous crime fighter. The intense light glistened and gleamed off of the Bat Beauty's cowl, cape, gloves, body suit and boots making her truly a shimmering seductress. The light then intensified covering the masked maid in an angelic aura.

Batgirl was stunned by the fact that once the intense light appeared the terrible pain she experienced began to disappear. The agony in her ribs and crotch slowly faded away. The intense light which lasted a good ten minutes before it slowly decreased while removing the torment left by the malicious moll. It was like wounded men on a battlefield crying for water when suddenly the heavens opened up a blessed rain began to fall. The Caped Crusadress could only conclude that after she received such a savage beating that "The Almighty" as usual had looked out for her.

HOLY A TEAM

Alfred and Lance have assembled a rescue force. However can Laura Graham convince the Joker that he has the wrong Batgirl?

Part 3

Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics. This story was written solely by me and no compensation has been or will be received by me for this story. The story was written purely for entertainment purposes only and cannot be redistributed for profit. The first meeting of Lance Morgan's rescue team took place at 8 pm in Police Commissioner Gordon's office. The purpose of the gathering was to introduce the team members and assign duties. After the meeting the group would divide with Alfred and Edmond moving to the Bat Cave and the rest remaining in Gotham City.

Alfred and his assistant would help coordinate the citizen search teams that tomorrow would begin the difficult task of locating the Joker and his vile gang of felons. They would be processing huge amounts of data on the Bat Computer which would help direct the search teams to their goal. Another task was to evaluate any intelligence that could be of value to help ferret the crippled criminal from his hidden lair.

With the exception of Laura Graham the rest of the team would be in standby mode until the Joker's location was determined. At the moment Laura had the most difficult task as later on in the evening she would begin her impersonation of Batgirl. The beauty with the flaming red tresses was going to attempt to convince the Joker that the woman he held as a prisoner was not really Batgirl.

In less than hour Alfred would take Miss Graham to Barbara Gordon's apartment where she would begin the transformation to become Batgirl. Laura was thrilled at the chance to portray Gotham City's favorite super heroine. Alfred on the other hand was filled with doubt as to whether the young martial arts instructor would be a believable crime fighter.

Now that assignments had been made the real work now began. While some members of the team would be quite busy in the next few hours others would have to endure the monotony of waiting. Lance was however heartened by the enthusiasm of his rather unique band. They knew their tasks and would not let their ego's interfere with the job of freeing the Bat Beauty from the Clown Prince of Crime. While the bankers admonition of "Let's be careful out there" still rang in their ears the team dispersed.

An hour later Alfred Pennyworth led a blindfolded Laura Graham into Barbara Gordon's darkened apartment. They entered the bedroom and then passed through the hidden door into the Bat Lair. The butler turned on the lights and then removed the blindfold from his companion. The room filled the young redhead with wonder.

There were racks and drawers filled with clothing and costumes. The shelves on the wall contained expensive crime fighting equipment. In the corner of the room was Batgirl's state of the art computer system. Laura Graham was totally impressed with everything the room contained. Not wasting a moment Alfred began his job as tutor.

"Now Miss Laura you are now in Batgirl's secret room. Until you are given permission to leave the building I must implore you to remain here. If you leave this room you will undoubtedly discover Miss Batgirl's true identity. Do you understand?" The young beauty replied,

"Yes, I understand. You have given me such a great honor and I will not betray the trust you have shown in me!" Alfred exclaimed, "Excellent Miss Laura! I guess we start with the costume. I will go into the other room while you change. Everything you need is here." The man servant then passed through the secret door and left the red haired beauty alone.

Laura quickly assembled the components of the Batgirl costume. Down from a wall rack came a shimmering purple body suit while from another rack came a lustrous purple and gold cape. The young woman pulled a pair of dazzling purple ankle boots from a shoe rack and gleaming purple gloves from the vanity. Also on the vanity was an exquisite purple satin bra and matching thong.

The martial arts instructor then removed her street clothes which consisted of a gray sweat shirt, blue jeans, tennis shoes and white cotton underwear. Now totally nude Laura began the exciting transformation. She loved the cool sensuous feel of the satin bra and thong as she slipped them on her body. This was nothing compared to the vibrant shock the beauty received when she slid her arms and legs into the sensuous purple body suit. All at once Laura felt a massive flow of energy in to her body from sizzling garment as soon as it touched her skin

The one real concern the young woman had about the costume where the gleaming Bat Boots. You never knew about another woman's shoe size. Fortunately the shiny purple ankle boots where a perfect fit. She then donned glistening elbow length satin Bat Gloves which easily slipped on. The police woman was thrilled as she buttoned on the delectable purple and gold satin Bat Cape whose main task was to conceal Laura's shapely derriere.

The beauty then picked up a hair brush and stroked her long red main into the shoulder length style of the Bat Beauty. The last item was of course the shiny Bat Cowl which would hide her identity. Laura took a glistening cowl from its wooden stand and lowered it slowly on to her head and buttoned the strap which ran under her luscious locks. With the costume now complete Laura looked into the full length mirror mounted on the wall.

Laura Graham could not believe the image in the mirror. There was a shimmering image of purple and gold as the overhead light continually glittered off of the cowl, cape, body suit, gloves and boots. An electric tingle ran through the young police woman. As she stared at her image she felt an immense and total confidence in herself and believed that she could do anything. The total effect of the costume thrilled Laura as she called for Alfred to return to the liar

When the man servant stepped through the door he could not believe his eyes. There standing before him was the Bat Beauty just as if she were getting ready for her next crime patrol. Laura joyfully greeted him,

"Well, what do you think?" Alfred calmly replied,"It appears Miss Batgirl has a twin!" The stand in Bat Beauty replied,

"Until I put this costume on I have always wondered why Batgirl does what she does. But now, I know why!" The Englishman commented, "Yes, I rather imagine the costume is most exhilarating to wear." Laura exclaimed,

"Alfred, it is a lot more than exhilarating!" The butler frowned as he replied, "Dear me!"

A look of deep concern came over Laura's face as if Alfred had somehow detected a fatal flaw that would prevent her from impersonating the Caped Crusadress. In a near panic moment the police woman exclaimed,

"What's wrong Alfred, tell me?" The man servant quietly remarked,

"It is your voice Miss Laura! Miss Batgirl has a very low and very sultry voice. Your voice is much higher. But don't worry. There isn't much we can do about it other than have you speak as little as possible in public. When you do, speak as low as you possible can. Right, let's get on with the utility belt."

The man servant picked up a golden utility belt and then explained each compartment on the belt as well as the contents contained in it. He showed Laura the secret clasp for buckling the golden belt on and off. Alfred then did the honor of buckling the belt around the bold beauty's shapely hips.

The Englishman next took the booted beauty through the circular door into the freight elevator which contained the Batgirlcycle. Alfred patiently explained all of the controls on the machine as well as its special features such as the radio communication and low light video sensors. These would be critical during Laura's first crime patrol as Alfred planned on monitoring her every move.

The last items were the elevator controls and the access code to open the door into the street. The elderly man informed the caped cutie that when the patrol was completed she would not be returning to the Bat Lair but would be directed to a safe house. There she would remain until the next patrol the following evening.

Alfred asked if Laura had any questions. As the new Bat Beauty had no specific ones the butler prepared to leave. He informed Laura that after stopping to pick up Edmond at Police Headquarters he was returning to the Bat Cave. Once there he would contact her on the Bat Cell phone. The bold beauty would then switch to communications to the Batgirlcycle. Once voice and video feeds from the cycle were established Laura would be granted permission to begin her first Batgirl crime patrol.

With the butler now gone Laura Graham sat quietly in the lair and reveled in new her role as a substitute Batgirl. The costume was pure heaven to wear and she could not wait to get on the streets to operate the powerful Ninja cycle. The curved crime fighter at the same time cautioned herself against becoming cocky.

She was playing an extremely important role. While it was obvious that she looked like Batgirl it was more important that she act exactly like the shimmering seductress. For the fiftieth time she reviewed the major components of Batgirl's unique fighting style. The great importance of the Batgirl's showgirl style kick was always to be remembered. While a bit nervous Laura Graham was completely ready for the nights work to begin.

The evening had grown late when Alfred and Edmond Curse arrived back at stately Wayne Manor. The elderly Englishman led his blindfolded companion directly to the Bat Cave. When the blindfold was removed from his eyes the many technological marvels present in cavern astounded Edmond. The atomic reactor was awesome as well the communications area with ten huge monitors.

The real interest for Edmond was of course the Bat Computer. As full blooded techno geek the young man was overwhelmed by the massive Crey super computer. He couldn't wait to be given the chance to operate such an impressive piece of equipment.

Alfred began by informing Edmond that until the mission was completed he would not be leaving the facility and that he must remain in the Bat Cave at all times. The young man observed that after seeing the cavern that he had no desire to go any where else. The butler assured the young man that anything he required would be made available to him upon request. Finally Alfred gave Edmond a brief tour of the facility while cautioning him all the while not to touch or operate things that were unfamiliar to him.

With the tour complete Alfred attempted to excuse himself saying that it was time to start Miss Laura's crime patrol. Intrigued by the possibility of observing the substitute Batgirl in action Edmond asked the man-servant if it were possible for him to observe Laura's first mission. Surprised by the young man's interest in something not computer related Alfred readily agreed to the company.

The man-servant then picked up the phone and dialed the number to the Batgirl cell phone. Laura Graham answered on the first ring. Alfred then advised the booted beauty to gather up her street clothes and move to the Batgirlcycle. Laura hung up the cell phone and did as directed.

After placing her clothes in a storage compartment on the machine Laura mounted the Batgirlcycle and enabled the control console. She slipped an ear phone in her left ear and clipped a wireless microphone to the lustrous satin cape that surrounded her pretty neck. Next was the all important communication check. In moments the lovely voice of Laura Graham was heard in the Bat Cave,

"Batgirl to Batcave, Batgirl to Batcave over." Alfred quickly replied,

"Batcave to Batgirl, read you loud and clear. Please adjust the video camera on the console over." In mere seconds the flawless face of the masked maid appeared on a huge overhead monitor. Edmond remarked, "She is lovely!" The butler exclaimed,

"Yes, she is indeed lovely." Laura was then instructed to engage the freight elevator In less than a minute the Batgirlcycle and its rider passed through a sliding door and into a dark alley. A serious question was heard in the ear piece,

"Are we ready Miss Laura I mean Miss Batgirl?" Her heart somewhat a flutter the red haired beauty remarked, "As ready as I will ever be. Let her buck!"

A second after her right thumb depressed the starter button the engine roared to life, The Caped Crusadress stepped on shift pedal and eased off the clutch. The Batgirlcycle began smoothly accelerate out of the alley. As the bike picked up speed Batgirl switched on the lights and adjusted the front video camera.

Alfred felt that a short period of acclimation to the machine was necessary. He advised Batgirl to head for the downtown area. While she became familiar with the Batgirlcycle and its characteristics many citizens would undoubtedly notice the shimmering bike rider with a cape flowing behind her. As she rode slowly through Gotham Square Batgirl waved at all the passer's bye.

After a half an hour of riding Alfred radioed,

"Batcave to Batgirl how is the ride?" Laura Graham was in absolute heaven. She was dressed in an incredibly sexy crime fighter costume while riding an unbelievably powerful and sophisticated motorcycle. One could not ask for more. She replied,

"Batgirl to Batcave, I am very comfortable Alfred. This is the smoothest bike I have ever ridden. There is no vibration at all." Now satisfied that Laura was capable of operating the Batgirlcycle Alfred vectored the daring damsel into a high crime area hopefully to make her first arrest.

The criminal underworld rejoiced with Batgirl's public surrender to the Joker. It was common knowledge that the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder were out of town. The only opposition remaining was Gotham City's overworked police force. With the terrific trio now unavailable anything seemed possible.

Batgirl had just turned off a main traffic artery when she noticed three young toughs each holding a club had just forced a well dressed man against a building. The booted beauty almost rode her machine on top of the three punks before it slammed to stop. She quickly dismounted and assumed the patented hands on the hip stance and remarked,

"Well what do we have here? Three little muggers!'" The young toughs turned and looked in total disbelief at the voice behind them. As if it were not possible they all exclaimed at the same time the word, "Batgirl!" The Bat Beauty smiled and curtsied to her opponents. With a wild yell the three attacked.

For Alfred and Edmond watching events unfold in the Bat Cave from the video feed from the cycle what happened next was almost inexplicable. When the three miscreants charged Batgirl went into action.

In less than a second the Caped Crusadress went from being stationary to a shimmering blur of purple and gold. Batgirl's speed was so great the video camera could not possibly record all of the punches, chops, kicks and other assorted blows that the daring damsel had inflicted on the muggers. In less than a minute all three were on the street moaning in agony. One thing was certain however the final blow to all three came from the patented showgirl kick.

The caped crime fighter quickly Batcuffed the three crooks and called for assistance from the Gotham Police. She then checked on the potential victim. The older man thanked Batgirl profusely for her help. He knew he should not be in this section of the city at night alone but he had obligations to perform.

When the police came to claim the three thugs Batgirl mounted her bike, turned on the radio and inquired,

"Well Alfred how did I do?" With an enthusiasm not heard in many years Alfred replied,

"Miss Batgirl you were absolutely marvelous! You take my breath away!"

The patrol resumed as Batgirl broke up two more muggings, a rape and two armed robberies. Batgirl performed superbly in every instance. The butler did notice a rather disturbing trait of the shimmering seductress. In every fight Batgirl paid no attention at all to what was happening behind her. This was a dangerous flaw which the man –servant continually pointed out.

Shecky Smith was a small time hoodlum and part time member of the Joker's gang. In the morning Shecky was scheduled to join the Joker at his old hide out. Tonight however with the Bat family out of action the hoodlum was determined to take advantage of the situation by pulling some armed robberies on the wealthy citizens of the city. With his partner Al Lamont acting as his back up the two thieves headed for what they thought would easy pickings on the west side of town.

The two men picked an ideal location for robberies in an alley between two large co-op buildings that reeked of money. Five minutes after they had arrived their first victim came into view. She was a middle aged woman dressed in diamonds and fur. While Al remained in the alley Shecky rushed up to the woman and pulled his revolver. With the terrified woman as his prisoner hoodlum pointed her toward the alley.

A split second later came the high pitched whine of a motorcycle. Batgirl after having completed what she thought was her first crime patrol was on her way to the designated safe house where she would stay until her next patrol. As the Caped Crusadress made her way through the west side of town she noticed the woman in fur walking alone. As sort of a public service Batgirl decided to slowly follow the woman until she reached her destination. Just she made the turn into Garden Street the bold beauty saw the start of Shecky's robbery attempt. The dazzling damsel poured on the speed and then screeched to a stop three feet from the woman. Blinded by the intense light from the bike the hoodlum attempted to hold the woman at gun point.

Unable to see Shecky looked down at his snub nosed pistol and saw a dazzling purple ankle boot slam into his hand and send the gun flying into the street. Batgirl infuriated by the cowardly robbery began to pummel the perpetrator. Numerous punches and two showgirl kicks to the man's face drove him to his knees. Batgirl was about to finish the matter when her lack of attention to her surroundings came into play.

In the Bat Cave Alfred and Edmond watched in horror as Al Lamont crept up behind the booted beauty. The pug fired a massive blow into Batgirl's spine driving her to her knees. He followed it up with a brutal kick to the masked maid's abdomen. The now helpless heroine was doubled over in tremendous pain when she saw the hoodlum start to deliver the final blow.

The cowled crime fighter knew she had one chance or she would be defeated thus ending her short career as Batgirl. As Al Lamont's right leg started forward the caped cutie grabbed the leg with both arms while pushing up with her legs. The over 250 pound thug began to lose his balance and fell to the sidewalk. In an instant the crime fighter was on top of the pug pummeling him with her fists.

Shecky Smith also in agony now saw his partner's awful predicament. The vile hoodlum a total coward got to his feet and ran for the alley. He gave no thought of coming to his comrade's assistance. By the time Batgirl had subdued Al, Shecky was long gone.

When the Gotham's finest had arrived and removed the prisoner Batgirl walked back to her bike and keyed the microphone.

"Well I didn't do that one very well. I almost got my butt kicked." Alfred replied,

"A hard but very necessary lesson Miss Batgirl! You won't make the mistake again I am sure."

It was almost dawn when Batgirl arrived at the safe house. Initially the dazzling dare doll planned on removing her cowl and gloves so she could kick back and relax for several hours. She could not bear the thought after her very successful premier this evening of removing the rest of the costume. It made her feel so alive and confident.

After she shut done the Batgirlcycle the bold beauty radioed her mentor located in the Bat Cave

"I am here at the safe house Alfred. When do you want me tonight?" Alfred then replied,

"The same time as this evening will be sufficient. One more thing however," Batgirl remarked, "Yes Alfred!" In a somber tone the butler exclaimed,

"Miss Laura when you go up stairs to the apartment make sure you remove the costume."

The shimmering seductress confused that she was once again Laura and not Batgirl replied, "Why Alfred?" The butler exclaimed in the same somber tone.

"During my tenure with the family it has been my experience that sometimes we become to infatuated with alternative personalities that we portray. For several hours this day you were Miss Batgirl and you performed brilliantly. You were much better than I ever expected you to be. However that time is now past and it is now time to become Miss Laura. You must remember that this is a temporary assignment. When we rescue Miss Batgirl and we shall, she will undoubtedly want to assume her normal role as a crime fighter."

Laura Graham immediately saw the pitfall that she was heading for and was very grateful for Englishman's advice. She remarked

"Thank you for advice Alfred. You are very wise." Alfred sheepishly replied,

"It is not wisdom my dear merely experience. Besides I am sure you will want to avail yourself of the many sensuous as well as naughty "goodies" that reside in the boudoir. Please feel free to try on anything that strikes your fancy as it part of the benefits you are entitled to while on this assignment. Good night Miss Laura!"

Early the next morning Shecky Smith with two large black eyes pounded on the back door of the former Jester Novelty Company. An eye looked through the peep hole and then the door swung open and admitted the hoodlum. Inside the building Shecky saw the Joker in conversation with the Scarecrow who had also recently arrived. The crippled criminal at once noticed the beating one of his top underlings had received and motioned to him. The Clown Prince of Crime immediately inquired,

"Shecky what happened to you? You look terrible!" The vile hood replied,

"Batgirl is what happened to me! I thought you had her on ice Joker?" The jester remarked,

"I do! She is in the next room chained to a wall!" Shecky looked at his crime boss in disbelief and exclaimed,

"Oh, yeah? Well someone is riding around on the Batgirlcycle who managed to slam two of her damn Bat Boots into my face." Joker's joyful attitude suddenly changed to one of deep concern as he replied,

"Say, you don't suppose the cops pulled the old switcheroo on us?" Shecky exclaimed, "I don't know Joker but you sure picked a lousy hide out!" The now not so jolly jester now began to anger at his underling's criticism declared,

"What's wrong with this place?" Shecky rolled his eyes at the white faced clown and replied,

"Joker how many times have we used this dump? Plenty! When the CST's hit the streets tonight this place will be first on the list!" The Joker now confused inquired,

"What the hell is a CST?" The battered thug who could not believe the Joker's total ignorance of the present situation screamed,

"Civilian Search Team! A guy named Morgan has signed up ten thousand people to scour the city to look for you and they start tonight at six! Don't you read the papers?" Joker was totally stunned. The sheep as he had contemptuously described the citizens of Gotham City would soon begin to search for him. It was unbelievable to the criminal whose arrogance was so complete that the actions of others, was absolutely of no concern to him. The Scarecrow now interjected,

"Well Joker you have two problems to solve before I can start!" Joker still is shock remarked. "What problems?" The foppish chemist exclaimed,

"First you have to make sure you have the right Batgirl! I only have enough stuff for one crack at her. Secondly I have to have a safe place to work and this place is obviously not safe. I suggest we leave immediately." Shecky Smith looked at Scarecrow with pure disbelief as he declared,

"Sure genius we leave here in broad daylight. We won't get a mile before somebody spots us. We have to wait until dark to move. At the same time we need look outs posted in case they don't wait."

The Scarecrow began to protest until the small time hood pulled the Gotham Times from his coat and threw it at the strawman. The front page had full size pictures of Joker, Harly and Scarecrow. The Clown Prince of Crime then sank slowly into a chair as he ordered Shecky to post look outs. He was in a terrible funk. What had begun with such promise two days ago had now fallen apart. Harly came over to comfort her man but he waved her away at the last second. Joker was in deep despair

In the next room Batgirl had just been released for her ten minute break. Reading the worried faces of her guards it was certain something was happening. A half hour earlier Joker had been in joyously announcing Scarecrows arrival. Yet he had not entered the room to begin the preparation of his vile concoctions that he would use to try and break her.

It was obvious to the Bat Beauty that something had occurred which was interfering with the Joker's master plan of revenge. Just what had happened the Caped Crusadress did not wish to speculate on. She however wanted to capitalize on the situation.

As Batgirl walked around the cage with her hands behind her back she began to remove ten of the Bat Antidote pills sewn in the hem of her cape. With her back to the now nervous sentinels she slipped the pills into the folds of the lustrous Bat Cape fastened around her lovely neck. The booted beauty hoped that before Scarecrow injected her with his hideous drugs she would be able to swallow several antidote pills.

Shecky Smith was wrong on the start time for the Civilian Search Teams. They did not begin the search for the Bat Beauty at six they began at noon. Lance Morgan had issued a false start time to throw off the Joker and his evil band. At precisely twelve noon, ten one hundred person search teams stepped off heading for all of the Joker's previous lairs. As the day progressed more teams would take to the streets and join in effort.

All the teams were linked by radio to processing center were all reports from the volunteers would be analyzed. The entire effort was put together by Lance Morgan's friends, associates and operatives in a mere thirty six hours. It was an unbelievable marvel of skill and organization. Once the search process was begun it would continue around the clock until Batgirl was freed.

All target buildings would be thoroughly searched by each team and the results relayed to the center. After the search was completed one volunteer remained behind to insure the Joker and his miscreants did not appear and reoccupy the site. Every means possible was being used to force Joker to flee for his life. Once he was one the move the pressure would be steadily increased until the crippled criminal finally surrendered.

Meanwhile as the early hours of the afternoon began to tick away in the Jester Novelty Co. the Joker, Harly Quinn and Scarecrow wrestled with the problem of determining if the Batgirl they held as hostage was the right one. The three felons attempted to come up with a solution. They had no access to DNA testing and getting a sample from the Batgirl who pummeled Shecky was impossible. Several additional schemes were rejected as impractical.

Finally after two hours of effort the Joker found a solution. In his early days as a criminal the jolly clown specialized in kidnapping wealthy people. In order to have success it was always necessary to verify that the victim kidnapped was indeed the right person. This was done with a voice analyzer. A voice sample from the hostage was compared to one of the target.

The only problem was the analyzer was not at their present location but hidden away at another site. It would have to be retrieved this evening under the cover of darkness. For now the only thing to be done was to wait for the blackness of night to descend on the city. The three super villains and five underlings sweated out the time.

Then around three in the afternoon a Civilian Search team provided the necessary amount of excitement. The only thing the Joker had done right this day was post a look out. The gang member spotted the approach of the search time team and gave the alarm.

The gang quickly responded by gathering their personal belongings and throwing them into two large vans. The Bat Beauty still shackled to the wall saw the commotion of the gang and prayed her rescue was now at hand. She planned to try an escape as soon as her boots and gloves were released from the wall.

Unfortunately a chloroform laced rag was placed over her face until she was almost unconscious. The restraints were removed and the booted beauty was then pushed into the center of the cage. Batgirl's arms were placed behind her back and handcuffed. At the same time a thick rope was wound around the stunning purple Bat Boots which were tightly bound together. The largest goon then placed the Caped Crusadress over his shoulder and carried her to a waiting van. In less than four minutes the Joker and his miscreants had fled the building and where on their way to another location.

When the search team arrived in the building there were plenty of clues that the novelty company had very recently been occupied. Whether or not by the Joker and his ilk was mere conjecture. An analysis of the steel cage and the shackles on the wall proved other wise. It was obvious someone had been restrained to the wall. A sharp eyed volunteer noticed two letters scratched into the paint on the floor. Under the shackle for the left foot was a B and under the right was a G. It was plain to everyone on the team that Batgirl had used the spike heels on her Bat Boots to scratch the letters into the paint

Lance Morgan was thrilled that they had come so close in the first hours of the search. It was plain that the Joker was now on the run. His chances to carry out his revenge on the Bat Beauty were now well diminished. How could he torture the daring damsel if he was constantly on the run? Was the crippled crime lord even sure he had the right Batgirl. The newspapers and television news was filled with pictures of Laura Graham's crime patrol as Batgirl. Lance smiled widely as he thought, "The Joker is on the run and I plan to keep him there!"

At nine pm that evening Laura Graham prepared for her second crime patrol. She had spent an interesting day exploring all the mysteries of the safe house. On arriving early this morning the red haired beauty as advised removed the Batgirl costume. A search of the boudoir revealed many exquisite nighties and negligees. Laura wished her boyfriend Officer Derek Johnson was there so she could model some the more gorgeous outfits for him

Ultimately after a hot shower Laura slipped into a shimmering silver satin robe and crawled under the glistening comforter that covered a four post bed. After a good eight hours of sleep the policewoman awoke with some bruises and some very sore muscles thanks to Al Lamont. She then spent the rest of her time lounging and reviewing her performance on the patrol which she rated as fair.

With patrol time fast approaching Laura Graham donned the shimmering as well as the sensuous Batgirl costume. Once dressed she felt the same rush of power and confidence as the night before. The Dark Knight Damsel counted off the minutes until it was time to head to the garage and the fabulous Batgirlcycle.

On reaching the garage Batgirl energized the control console to establish the very critical communications with the Bat Cave. She keyed her wireless microphone,

"Batgirl to Bat Cave, come in!" Ah Englishman's voice replied "Bat Cave here! Right on time as usual Miss Batgirl." The caped cutie replied

"I am ready for my patrol Alfred!" The butler replied,

"Splendid Miss Batgirl! Once you leave the safe house I want you to proceed to the Bush Park area. The police are reporting numerous muggings and robberies in the downtown district and would like assistance. Once you clear that zone perhaps you should return to the upper west side to again protect our more wealthy citizens as you did last night. When you do finish return to the house and report in." Laura was stunned that tonight she would be on her own.

"Alfred, are you sure you want to do it this way? The man servant heartily exclaimed.

"Oh dear me yes! Since the search began Master Edmond and I have been processing data at a furious pace and we are falling behind. Besides you don't need me nagging at you. Last night you were superb! No one but the real Miss Batgirl could have done better. Just be careful and watch your back! Bat Cave out!"

As Laura Graham a.k.a. Batgirl began her crime patrol Shecky Smith and Harly Quinn had just pulled out of Gunther's Amusement Park on their way to the old Ashford Toy factory. The play land at the present time was the Joker's newest lair. The experienced hoodlum and the masked harlequin had been sent to retrieve the voice analyzer hidden under the floor in the main office.

The escape from the novelty company had been a very close thing. During the ride to the park Joker, Harly and the Scarecrow hugged the floor of the van they were in hoping no one would see them. When they arrived at Gunther's they took up residence in the haunted house. The macabre atmosphere did little to improve the Joker's already sour mood. Being chased by the sheep of Gotham City was an unbelievable humiliation for the Clown Prince of Crime.

On arriving at the toy factory Shecky and Harly were overjoyed to see that a search team had already tossed the place. Now certain that they would not be interrupted in their work the two villains began searching for the device. Unfortunately for the crooks they had failed to notice the volunteer from the search party who had remained behind. A recall alert was now issued on the Ashford Factory bringing a swarm of searchers as well as the police. Shecky and Harly had searched for twenty minutes when Harly finally remembered the hidden location. But it took several minutes for the hoodlum to pry up the floor boards to retrieve the machine. The villains then heard the approach of voices and footsteps. The two crooks decided to split up and leave in different directions.

The male thief left the office with the analyzer by the back door while Harly exited the front. As she moved down the main corridor the vile sneak soon realized she was in serious trouble as the sound of voices grew louder. The little trickster quickly ducked into another dark corridor. The passage ran about thirty feet before it came to a dead end.

The sound of voices became even louder and convinced the female jester that she was trapped. With footsteps just ten feet away Harly curled into a little ball on the floor and hoped no one would detect her in the dark passage. For a moment it looked as if her incredible luck would hold until a voice of the end of the search column yelled,

"Hey wait a minute! I see something on the floor." In seconds the corridor was bathed in light from over twenty lanterns and flash lights. A male volunteer walked over to the apparent bundle of cloth and pulled the villainess to her feet. Now blinded by all of the light Joker's main squeeze heard the man exclaim the dreaded words.

"What have we here? Why it looks like Harly Quinn!"

At almost the same moment Batgirl had just completed her very successful crime sweep of the Bush Park section of the city. The Caped Crusadress had broken up four muggings, three robberies and two attempted rapes. All told twelve perps were now on their way to central booking. The booted beauty was just about to head for the west side when the radio on the Batgirlcycle crackled to life with Alfred's voice

"Bat Cave to Batgirl over!" The shimmering seductress replied,

"Batgirl here! What's up Alfred?" The butler exclaimed,

"Master Lance wants you at Police Headquarters immediately. A Citizen Search Patrol is just now bringing in Harly Quinn."

HOLY " LET'S MAKE A DEAL"

Batgirl is still being held prisoner but Harly Quinn has just been arrested. Will the Joker trade the Bat Beauty for his Harlequin?

Part 4

Scarecrow finally has his chance to break the Bat Beauty while the Joker is constantly on the run from the citizens of Gotham City

Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics. This story was written solely by me and no compensation has been or will be received by me for this story. The story was written purely for entertainment purposes only and cannot be redistributed for profit.

When Laura Graham dressed as Batgirl entered Police Commissioner Gordon's office at Police Headquarters she was greeted by Lance Morgan, Dr. Vince, Jeffery Sullivan and Chief O'Hara. Also in the room sitting dejectedly in a chair was Harly Quinn. On seeing the booted beauty the Joker's moll jumped up and derisively exclaimed,

"So you're the phony Batgirl everyone is talking about!" The Caped Crusadress turned, looked directly at the small jestress and remarked,

"Yes I am Batgirl but I am hardly a phony!" Harly Quinn shot back,

"Oh yeah! Well I say you are a fake. I ought to do to you what I did to the Batgirl that Mr. J has." Laura calmly answered, "Really, what was that?" Harly giggled and replied,

"Well we had her chained to a wall and I went in all by myself and punched the hell out of her. Then I kicked her right in her cunt."

Laura Graham seethed with rage on the inside over the cowardly attack but outwardly she remained calm and exclaimed,

"Let me see if I heard you right. You savagely beat a defenseless woman who for the last three days has bravely impersonated me?" Harly proudly exclaimed, "Yeah, I did!"

In an instant Batgirl had the jestress by the throat, dragged her over to an open window, slapped the villainess across the face several times and shouted,

"You little twit! Look down on the street. There is my Batgirlcycle! Are you going to still tell me that I am not Batgirl?"

The Joker's main squeeze stunned by the violent assault now took on the cowardly persona of a bully whose bluff has just been called. The harlequin began to cower and whimper while pleading for mercy from the person who surely must be Batgirl. The masked maid then shoved the little crook back into her chair.

A video conference now began between Police Headquarters and the Bat Cave. In between processing search data Edmond had installed a constant audio and video link over the Bat phone line. The team now enjoyed instantaneous communication between the two sites. Lance commended the techno geek for his skill and foresight.

Dr. Vince inquired as to the purpose of their meeting. Lance replied that due to the recent arrest of Harly Quinn that he expected a call from the Joker sometime in the future. Hopefully Batgirl's freedom could be arranged for the release of the jestress. For several minutes there was small talk until the phone rang. Lance picked up the phone, enabled the speaker so everyone could hear and declared,

"Batgirl Rescue!" A confident cocky voice proclaimed, "This is the Joker I want to speak to Lance Morgan." The banker smiling broadly replied,

"Joker this is Lance! How is your tour of the city going?" A perplexed voice remarked,

"Tour? What tour? What are you talking about?" Lance now grinning loudly remarked,

"Your view of the city! One of my search teams chased you out of the novelty company this afternoon and I wondered how things were going." The voice exploded in anger,

"Don't get smart with me Morgan. I have Batgirl!" The team leader turned up the heat.

"Are you sure about that Joker? A lovely young girl has been seen riding around on the Batgirlcycle." The voice once again became cocky and confident.

"Yes I am sure. I just performed a voice analysis on the Caped Cunt. I have the real deal so you can stop wasting your time sending a fake Bat Bitch out on crime patrol." Lance still amused by the crippled criminal exclaimed,

"Well you do have to give me credit as I did have you guessing for quite awhile. But on to more important matters." The confident voice was once again perplexed, "What important matters? Listen Morgan I hold all the cards!" Lance smirked broadly and then replied,

"Well for one thing one of your associates, a very charming young woman, has decided to pay us a visit. Miss Quinn say hello to your boss!" The voice now in panic exclaimed,

"Harly, you have got Harly?" The vile villainess suddenly exclaimed,

"Mr. J they got me! You have to save me Mr. J!" Lance who clearly enjoyed taunting the Joker mercilessly declared,

"Joker you said something about holding all of the cards?" The voice was now one of despair and defeat remarked,

"What do you want?" Lance gleefully exclaimed, "You know what I want. A square trade Batgirl for Harly." Suddenly the voice exploded in anger,

"No deal, never! That bitch crippled me and she is going to pay." Stunned by the Joker's rejection of the trade Harly Quinn began to wail,

"Mr. J please, please Mr. J you have to help me!" The voice now in agony exclaimed

"Harly I am sorry I can't. I have planned so long for this day I won't give it up. As soon as I take care of the Bat Bitch I will make a deal and come for you." Lance exclaimed,

"No you won't Joker this is a one time deal. If you reject it you had better put on your track shoes because I will chase you from one end of this town to the other." There was an agonized sigh and the line went dead. There was a short pause before Alfred inquired,

"Master Lance was it wise to taunt and goad the Joker as you did? Lance remarked,

"Yes it was for two reasons. One I am tired of crooks always thinking they have the upper hand when clearly they don't. Two we have just started pushing Joker and we have to keep up the pressure." The butler responded,

"Yes Master Lance I see and I quite agree. Good show!"

As Harly Quinn was led away to a special holding cell the room suddenly became silent as soft sobs began to be heard. Laura Graham sat despondently as she tried to dry the tears running from under the shiny Bat Cowl with her lustrous purple and gold cape. Lance sat down next to the bold beauty and asked, "Laura what's wrong?" In complete agony Laura cried,

"I failed Mr. Morgan. I only bought two days!" Lance angrily grabbed her shoulders and looked straight at her as he shouted,

"You did not fail! You bought us two days we didn't have when we started this!" Lance then softened his voice and exclaimed,

"Look was he going to find out anyway and there was nothing we could have done to stop it."

The team leader now sensed disappointment among the members. He now decided to address all of his team. "We pushed that man today. He is on the run and we have his most loyal follower now in custody. Joker won't forget this day and neither shall we!" The effect of Lance Morgan's declaration was electric. If there were any thoughts of despair and defeat when he started there were none when he finished. Everyone felt invigorated and energized as they once again resumed their tasks. Lance put his arm around Laura, helped to her feet and inquired, "Are you all right?" Now calm the Bat Beauty replied,

"I am fine now. Thank Mr. Morgan!" Lance pointed a finger at her and exclaimed, "It's Lance not Mr. Morgan!" Laura smiled broadly,

"All right Lance. But please excuse me I am mess and I have to change out of this costume." A look of surprise came over the team leader as he inquired, "Why" The Caped Crusadress replied,

"Well the Joker knows he has the real Batgirl what further use am I?" Lance remarked,

"That's quite true Laura my dear but the other criminals don't. I believe Chief O'Hara has a request for you." The Chief of Police nervously stammered,

"Well Miss Laura the last two nights you have really done real well stopping crime. I was hoping you would consider being our substitute Batgirl until the real one returns."

It was less than five minutes later when a shimmering figure in purple and gold strode confidently from Police Headquarters, mounted the Batgirlcycle and blasted off into the night to resume the apprehension of all law breakers and miscreants. .

One day later finds the Clown Prince of Crime in an even blacker mood than the day before as he sat in his wheelchair. His most loyal follower and main confidant was now in police custody. The Citizens Search Teams continued to nip at his heels as he had been forced to flee from them three times in one day.

Another problem was that the other crime lords in Gotham City had abandoned him. His criminal peers felt the Joker's insane vendetta against Batgirl had only brought trouble for them. The citizen patrols and search parties had forced a halt to almost all criminal activity thus deprived them of resources. They now refuse to grant aid and assistance to the crippled criminal due to the public reaction he has created. Joker is quickly running out of places to hide.

It was not supposed to go this way at all. When he started the affair he envisioned a jolly lark. With Batgirl as his prisoner he had intended to lead the incompetent police in a fictitious romp all around the city. After the bumbling fools of law enforcement were totally puzzled he looked forward to Batgirl's screams of terror as Scarecrow injected her with his deadly hallucinogenic drugs. A few treatments and the Caped Cunt would be his willing slave forever. But alas nothing had gone as planned.

As he reviewed his current situation the villain searched for a reason. It was clearly obvious that his plight was due to the sheep. The citizens of Gotham City or sheep as the Clown of Criminals contemptuously referred to them had simply revolted. In years past the Joker and his criminal ilk had counted on their cowardice, indifference and their willingness to look the other way. It now appeared that due to the awakening of the sheep the easy days of crime were now over. But how had this happened? What made the people of Gotham City now so willing to stand and fight crime themselves? The answer was absurdly simple. The Joker had taken away their favorite heroine and they wanted her back. Batgirl was adored for her style and personality but above all for her great beauty. They felt special as they watched the shimmering seductress in the tight purple body suit and lustrous cape fly around town on her Batgirlcycle. While she was a deterrent to crime her overall contribution to crime fighting was small. Why then had the Joker so badly miscalculated the effect of imprisoning the Caped Crusadress?

Again the answer was absurdly simple. The Joker had demanded revenge. The Clown Prince of Crime held the Dominoed Dare Doll responsible for the crippling injury which had placed him in a wheel chair forever. It did not matter that the villain himself had fired the gun that maimed him. As the white faced clown saw it was Miss Goody Bat Boots who wore the utility belt that deflected the bullet back into him. The ultimate outrage of course was that the bitch would not let him die. Bat Bitch made sure the Joker survived in order to stand trial for his crimes.

The not so jolly jester was also mentally tired. He had spent over an hour arguing with Scarecrow over Batgirl. Being constantly on the run it was impossible to begin the process which would break the Caped Cunt. Scarecrow finally persuaded Joker to let him go with Shecky Smith to one of his hidden liars and begin the work. The freakish fugitive felt cheated as he would be unable to witness the delicious agony the Bat Bitch would undergo. Her voice filled with terror and dread would have been music to his ears. Now for his master plan to work the baffling buffoon would have to keep the forces of law and order away from Scarecrow until his work was done. Only after Batgirl had been broken could the fiend exact his final revenge by having her publicly unmask thus destroying her crime fighting career.

Across town under the cover of darkness Shecky Smith and Scarecrow carried the near comatose body of the Bat Beauty into a secret lair. Once inside they removed the handcuffs and ropes from the helpless heroine. They then placed the masked maid on a gurney and secured leather straps to her gleaming Bat Gloves and dazzling Bat Boots With their prisoner now secured to a stretcher the straw man and the hoodlum begin a twelve hour wait.

During the various flights around town by Joker and his gang the booted beauty had been continuously chloroformed. Ever since leaving the novelty company Batgirl had not drawn a sober breathe. The use of the drug had been mandated due to the need to be prepared for instant flight. Scarecrow warned about the practice interfering with his treatments but was completely ignored. The Chemist of Crime was most annoyed by the various delays he had suffered but now looked forward to the work ahead.

At the same moment in the Bat Cave Alfred Pennyworth and Edmond Curse were becoming swamped with data from the search teams. With now over one hundred teams searching for potential hideouts of the Joker the Bat Computer cannot handle the flood of data. If the trend continued a data overload might well knock the Bat Computer off line.

The two men one older the other younger discussed the situation. Edmond proposed to shut down the super computer for several hours while he rewrote the executive section of the search program. Alfred not knowing how long the rewrite might take was very apprehensive. So much data might pile up they might never catch up.

The butler believes however that Edmond's idea just might pay off. He exclaimed,

"Master Edmond do shut down the Bat Computer and begin your task." Edmond also unsure if his plan will succeed also takes a cautious attitude.

"Are you sure you want to do this? It is a big risk Alfred!" The man-servant smiled,

"Quite sure Master Edmond! It has been my experience that taking risks is as much a part of life as is breathing. If we do nothing the Bat Computer will surely overload and then where shall we be? I have sort of gut feeling about this and my employer has always admonished me to go with my feelings. Shall we begin?"

While Alfred exited the Bat Cave for some refreshments Edmond began his search through the program specifications manual. By the time the butler returned with tea and sandwiches Edmond had sketched out his program changes. After a short break to enjoy their little snack work resumed. Edmond called out the coded changes as Alfred entered the data into the computer. In less than an hour the Bat Computer was back up and running. By a few simple changes the data is now processed at four times the normal rate.

An added benefit of techno geeks changes is updated trend analysis. The Bat Computer is now predicting future lairs the Joker may attempt to employ. The elderly Englishman stunned by the changes Edmond has wrought comments,

"Master Edmond this is smashing, absolutely smashing! Young sir you really surpass yourself."

The young man in the faded and wrinkled clothes became embarrassed and his eyes fell to the floor. The tall man-servant had previously observed this submissive habit of his co-worker and deemed it was now time to end it. Alfred walked over to the young man, placed his right index finger under Edmond's chin and pulled his head level as he exclaimed,

"Master Edmond, one does not find life's treasures looking down. One finds them looking up or straight ahead!" The rumpled young man whispered,

"Thank you Alfred, I will remember that!" The two men now studied the search projections now pouring out of the Bat Computer. Alfred observed,

"Well Master Edmond. Due to your improvements it would appear the noose that we have placed around the Jokers neck is beginning to tighten quite rapidly."

Several hours later the Bat Beauty awoke from her chloroform induced sleep. As the room was completely dark and that she was now strapped to a gurney this filled her with dread. It appeared that she was now in the preferred setting of the Scarecrow.

The last thirty six hours had been pretty much of a blur for the Caped Crusadress. She remembered being chained to a wall inside a steel cage. She also recollected that before the chloroform was shoved in her face there had been great excitement. The final thing the booted beauty recalled was of someone asking her a lot of questions and having some sort of large machine nearby. The last recollection was however very fuzzy.

As the effects of the sleep drug slowly wore off the helpless heroine began to feel a greater awareness of her senses. Batgirl believed that in an hour or two she would be back at full efficiency. Hopefully she would be free of chloroform effects before the Scarecrow began his hideous work.

While Batgirl awaited her fate she decided to she if could free herself from the leather straps on her wrists and ankles. Try as she might by moving her body as much as possible she was unable to break free. It was then the bound beauty remembered her special preparation of the Bat Antidote pills hidden in the folds of her gleaming Bat Cape. Batgirl tried to relax and rest as much as possible in order to prepare for her coming ordeal. About two hours had passed when the door opened and in walked Scarecrow along with his assistant Shecky Smith. The crazed chemist warmly greeted his prisoner.

"Batgirl, how nice to finally meet you! You know my dear your pictures don't really do you justice. You are incredibly beautiful." The booted beauty was not impressed.

"Ordinarily I would be flattered by such a comment but knowing why you are here let's just skip the niceties shall we." Stung by the masked maid's rejection Scarecrow replied,

"As you wish my dear! Are you familiar with my methods?" Batgirl exclaimed,

"From what little I have read you use hallucinogenic drugs to attack the part of the brain which makes decisions. The drugs are formulated to produce various frightening scenarios in your victims. The dreams you induce are false but appear to be horrifyingly real. The process is continued until the subject can no longer tolerate the drug induced images and agrees to submit to total control." The straw man most impressed by the explanation remarked.

"An excellent explanation Batgirl! A little simplistic but essentially correct. I see you have done your homework." The Bat Beauty responded,

"I try to stay current on the methods of all the maniacal monsters I might encounter." Once again rejected the fiend remarked,

"Did Joker inform you of the axis of attack he wants me to use?" The Caped Crusadress exclaimed,

"Yes he did! In an effort to scare me he said that you were to attack my relationship with Batman. But I must tell you Scarecrow, I don't frighten easily!" The chemist was again impressed with his prisoners awareness of the process responded,

"Quite correct my dear but you bravado is misplaced. No one has successfully resisted my process. Well I see no reason to delay things. Mr. Smith please bring the box of chemicals in the other room in here while I begin mixing the first treatment."

As Shecky left the room the Scarecrow turned his back on the bound beauty. Batgirl at once took advantage of the lack of surveillance. She turned her head to the left and began to lick the folds of her cape. On the fourth attempt the dazzling damsel managed to catch a small white pill on the end of her tongue and swallowed it.

After several minutes Scarecrow turned holding a hypodermic needle in his hand. After putting the needle aside for a moment the crazed chemist took a small knife and made a slit in the shimmering body suit over Batgirl's upper left arm. With a maniacal grin on his face the straw man injected the defenseless damsel.

Immediately Batgirl's vision became cloudy and misty as if she were in a fog bank. This continued for several minutes until there came a break in the mist. A lovely raven haired woman was sitting on a dais. She was dressed in a light purple pvc catsuit and wore shiny black spike heeled thigh boots. The caped crime fighter suddenly recognized Catwoman.

In the next instant the Caped Crusader covered in chains was pushed in front of the kitten of crime and then forced to his knees. Catwoman then extended her right boot until it was in front of Batman. In a voice thick with power the Princess of Plunder ordered the chained champion to clean her boot with his Bat Cape. With a look of total and complete submission Batman took a section of his shimmering cape and began to rub the gleaming thigh boot.

If cleaning Catwoman's boot was bad what came next was worse. Batman was ordered to stop and immediately complied. The Queen of Crime lowered her boot and ordered the helpless hero to take it in his hands which were shackled together When Batman obeyed her command Catwoman gleefully exclaimed,

"Now Bat Slave, kiss the toe of my boot!" The crime fighter then lowered his satin cowled head and placed his lips on the toe of the boot. After several kisses were made by the helpless hero the kitten of crime commanded,

"Now lick it! Kiss and lick my gleaming boot Bat Slave!" Batman devotedly replied,

"Yes Mistress! I am yours to command!"

The Bat Beauty was appalled by the sight of her bold champion running his lips and tongue over the shiny spike heeled boot. What was however more disgusting was the look of complete adoration and worship Batman had for Catwoman. Batgirl's lover was obviously now a totally helpless sex slave of her most hated and detested rival.

There was one aspect of the vision that the booted beauty marveled at. Where was the fear and the deep terror that were supposed to drive her mad? There had been none! The vision had caused embarrassment as Batman performing "Boot Worship" was not a pleasant sight. The important point to remember was the absence of fear.

The gray clouds and mist began to disappear and the dark room soon reappeared. With the first vision now over Batgirl was stunned how non-frightening the whole experience had been. Was it possible that the Bat Antidote pill she had swallowed before the injection had neutralized the hallucinogenic drugs?

Scarecrow with a wide grin now approached the helpless heroine and exclaimed,

"How was your first vision my dear?" The booted beauty smiling also replied,

"Well watching Batman kiss and lick Catwoman's thigh boots is disgusting but it certainly isn't very frightening." The Scarecrow was aghast. The crazed chemist was at a total loss to explain the lack of fright in his first injection of the Bat Beauty. He always started his victims off easy but the total absence of terror in Batgirl during the first scenario was inexplicable. Due to the initial failure Scrarecrow decided to increase the strength of the second dose.

As the straw man departed to prepare the next injection the booted beauty again nuzzled the folds of her Bat Cape around her pretty neck in search of another antidote pill. Batgirl managed to secure one on her second try. The Caped Crusadress realized the next shot would be stronger but gambled that the new pill she had just swallowed and the residual effects of the last one would be enough to protect her from the deadly drugs.

Within five minutes the Scarecrow had returned with a second needle and injected the bound beauty. Batgirl again experienced the thick clouds and mist of the previous scenario. When her vision cleared there in a crowded arena strapped to a bondage frame was her lover and champion Batman. He was wearing only his Bat Cowl, Bat Gloves, Bat Boots and a twin strap scrotum harness. He faced inward which gave the impression that punishment was imminent.

A female figure again dressed in a light purple cat suit with black patent opera length gloves and black patent spike heeled thigh boots entered the arena. Again Batgirl's hated rival Catwoman was again involved with her man. The Queen of Crime approached the helpless hero and began to slowly caress the decaped crusader's back, chest and butt with her gleaming gloves. At the same time she ran her right boot up and down Batman's right leg as she delivered her patented "Boot"caress. The masked marvel looked adoringly at his tormentor and began to moan

The Princess of Plunder announced to the crowd that due to Batman's recent escape attempt he was to be publicly punished and she would administer the punishment. She pulled out a short Cat of Nine tails and struck the cowled crime fighter in the center of his back. Batman winced in pain from the blow. Catwoman now began to deliver vicious blows to the Dark Knight's back, legs and butt.

After ten blows the valiant vigilante began to whimper and moan. By the time the count had reached twenty Batman could endure no more as he begged and pleaded with the vile vixen.

"Please no more Mistress please! Oh God stop please stop!" Catwoman cruelly smiled and remarked as she struck another blow on the helpless hero

"You attempted to escape from me Bat Slave. You know my rules!" Batman now in total agony shrieked as another strike from the Cat of Nine landed on his Bat Butt.

"Please Mistress some mercy please! Ahh! Please dear god stop I can't take the pain anymore!" The kitten of crime cruelly replied,

"Do you surrender Bat Slave? Do you promise to always obey me?" Batman now sobbed as tears poured from under the satin Bat Cowl.

"Yes Mistress yes! I surrender and I will always obey you! Please no more! Please stop the beating." Catwoman dropped the Cat of Nine on the floor and beamed in triumph certain she had broken the decaped crusader. She then returned to the slow caresses on the now silently sobbing crime fighter with her glistening boots and gloves.

The clouds and mists again began to form as the second scenario came to an end. The Bat Beauty was once again amazed that she had viewed the entire dream with a totally detached attitude. She had witnessed the awful beating her champion had received but it had not frightened her.

As her eyes once again fluttered open there standing over her was the criminal chemist with a very perplexed look on his face. Batgirl was now certain that the antidote pills she had taken had severely reduced the effects of Scarecrows evil elixirs. The defenseless damsel could not resist taunting the man charged with converting her into the Joker's mindless slave. In voice dripping with boredom she remarked,

"Well that was an interesting dream. Catwoman beating Batman with a whip but again it wasn't very scary. Oh and one more thing. Batman would never cry out in pain no matter how long you beat him." The Scarecrow was now in shock as he knew some thing had gone terribly wrong. The dosage he had given Batgirl should have had her screaming in total terror throughout the dream. The straw man considered the possibility that the caped crime fighter had a natural immunity to his drugs.

Now determined to have the bold beauty screaming her head off Scarecrow again left the room to mix the next injection. Alone again Batgirl returned to the folds of her cape to extract more antidote pills. This time managed she managed to get two and quickly downed them. Five minutes later the crazed chemist returned with a larger hypodermic needle and immediately injected his pretty prisoner in her now sore left arm

The power of this treatment was immediately apparent as the booted beauty was suddenly transported to a luxurious boudoir. There tied to huge four post bed was her lover. Again most of his Bat costume had been removed as he only wore his cowl, gloves and boots.

The door to the room opened an in walked Catwoman encased in the lustrous satin Bat Cape. The feline felon approached the helpless hero and then let the gleaming satin garment slowly fall away from her gorgeous body to the floor. The only thing on her was a pair of shoulder length black patent gloves and a pair of black patent spike heeled crotch boots which came up to the curves of her butt.

Catwoman quickly straddled the decaped crusader at his waist and began to slowly run her gleaming arms up and down Batman's massive chest. After several minutes of seductive caresses the Queen of Crime bent over so her massive breasts were dangling in the face of the decamped crime fighter. Batman began to kiss and nuzzle the breasts. At the same time the vile vixen began to stroke Batman's massive shaft. Within minutes the crime fighters member was rock hard. As Catwoman began to rise in order to take his huge penis the Dark Knight suddenly realized he was about to be raped. He immediately began to protest.

"No Catwoman No! You must not take me this way! Please I beg of you." Selina Kyle softly cooed,

"Sorry Batman it's about time a woman showed you who the boss is!" The now defeated detective now tried to squirm his body around to prevent his conquest. It was to no avail due to the tight bonds on his hands and feet and the feline easily mounted her prey. The cowled crime fighter now felt humiliation as well as lust. He was appalled that he had been captured and was now being taken against his will. On the other hand the female charms of his captor drove the him mad with desire.

Up and down on Batman's solid member Catwoman rode with wild abandon. As humiliated as he was by being raped by a woman the decaped crusader loved every second. The fact of being rendered completely helpless and then sexually violated was a tremendous turn on for the Batman. The proof of his ecstasy was his constant moan while Catwoman assaulted him.

By a true miracle of timing both Catwoman and Batman both climaxed at the exact moment. The effect for both was monumental as neither had endured one of that intensity in many a day. Batman who had been captured and now raped bowed in surrender to his new mistress. He vowed his eternal love to the feline beauty and promised to instantly obey her slightest wish or command.

Catwoman had finally reached her one cherished goal of having Batman as her total love slave. She released her slave from the bed posts but hand cuffed his Bat Gloves behind his back. The Queen of Crime sat Batman upright and then pulled handcuffed hero to her. She then wrapped her gleaming arms around his neck and they began to share long passionate kisses.

Passion soon began to rise in the Princess of Plunder so she slid backward. Selina Kyle then pulled Batman's satin cowled head down on to her fabulous chest. The Bat Slave immediately began to nuzzle and suck on the nipples of her huge breasts. The scene was very reminiscent of a woman nursing a new born child.

The dream suddenly ended as quickly as it had began. Batgirl awoke to find the straw man in a towering rage. She had undergone three chemical induced dreams and not one had induced a peep of terror or fear from the dazzling damsel Scarecrow believed it was impossible to resist his chemical concoctions but the bold beauty was doing it. The only thing to be done was to proceed on.

After the Scarecrow left the room to prepare the next injection he remembered he had left the next formula in the room with Batgirl. Just as he started to open the door he noticed the defenseless damsel had turned her head to the left. She appeared to be licking at the folds of her cape. The crazed chemist remained motionless until he noticed the small white pill stuck to tip of her tongue. The booted beauty was jubilant that she had extracted another antidote pill.

In an instant however the door swung open and Scarecrow strode in and delivered a massive slap to Batgirl's face knocking the pill from her tongue. Scarecrow already in a rage repeatedly slapped helpless heroines face several times while shouting, "You bitch" He then began searching the folds of her lustrous cape for more pills and found the last five

Now satisfied he had removed the last antidote pill the demented druggist began to calm down. Still he was furious that a day's work and many expensive chemicals had been wasted in a futile effort. The ultimate goal of breaking the shimmering seductress was surely now in doubt. He would have to wait at least twelve hours until he could resume his work due to the antidotes in her system. Scarecrow left the room to inventory his remaining chemicals and plan his next move.

For the Bat Beauty the discovery of the antidote pills was a bitter setback. She reasoned that if she could have withstood one more injection the Scarecrow would have been defeated. A review of her situation was not good. While Scarecrow was going to have to wait before giving her another injection the next one would surely be massive. Without the protection of the pills she would surely be beaten. Since her separation from the Joker's gang the chance of rescue by the search teams or police was remote at best. The booted beauty estimated she had twelve hours to come up with a plan.

Back at Police Headquarters the noose around Joker's neck was indeed drawing tight. The search teams had stepped up the searches and had forced the crippled criminal to move four to five times a day. There had been many close calls were the Clown Prince of Crime was just minutes from capture.

Eighteen hours after the Scarecrow and Joker split up Edmond noticed a disturbing trend. There had been no recent sightings of Scarecrow or Batgirl. With the gang on the move they had been sightings of every one but those two. Alfred immediately used the audio link to the Commissioner's office,

"Master Lance we have a problem!" Lance Morgan answered "What's wrong Alfred?"

"Master Edmond calculates that we have not had a sighting of Scarecrow or Miss Batgirl in almost eighteen hours." The banker replied,

"Damn! They probably split up so Scarecrow can go to work on Batgirl! All right Alfred we will drop the search on Joker and concentrate on Scarecrow. How long will it take to reprogram for a search on Scarecrow?" Alfred exclaimed,

"Mater Edmond estimates we shall be ready in one hour." The banker replied, "Excellent that will just give me enough time to redirect the search parties. Alfred you were right about Edmond please give him our thanks!" The butler replied,

"I shall indeed Mater Lance!"

Back at Scarecrow's liar the criminal chemist had been hard at work inventorying his remaining supply of chemicals. A re supply of drugs was out of the question due to the specialized nature of the compounds and the fact that the authorities had probably contacted every chemical supply company in Gotham City. An order for any of the chemicals he used would result in the police on his doorstep.

The Scarecrow found he had enough drugs for two more low dosage injections. He doubted that if he gave the shots to Batgirl back to back that they would be strong enough to break her. The demonic drug man then considered combing the two injections into one. Batgirl would undergo two dreams simultaneously which undoubtedly bring her to her knees.

The only problem was the amount to use. Too little would not bring success however too much might result in his pretty prisoner being reduced to a mind numbed zombie It was not a difficult choice. Since the Joker did not accept failure especially when it came to revenge Batgirl would receive the maximum dose. If mental damage resulted well there were risks in everything.

For the first two hours of her reprieve Batgirl devoted herself to devising a plan to defeat Scarecrow. Deprived of her utility belt and unable to escape the Bat Beauty decided that she had to win with her mind. If she could focus her mind on one subject just before the dream began she felt it might be possible to withstand the fear and terror.

The only topic she felt could totally engage her mind was of course her lover and champion Batman. Batgirl felt if she could concentrate on the special events that she and the Caped Crusader had shared there may be a chance. It was a huge gamble because while she recalled all the times she and Batman had made love at the same moment dark drug induced images also involving her lover would be competing for her attention. If she faltered in the slightest manner she would be doomed After deciding on a course of action Batgirl determined that she must practice the art of focusing her mind. The masked maid pulled hard on her left wrist causing agonizing pain while at the same time focusing her mind on Batman. At first she could negate the pain for only ten or fifteen seconds but the bold beauty quickly improved. With a searing pain in her shoulder the recollection of her first tryst with the Dark Knight held the agony at bay for over three minutes. For the rest of the time remaining the shimmering seductress practiced for the greatest challenge she ever faced When the twelve hour time period expired the Scarecrow promptly returned to face the helpless heroine. As he entered the room he leered at the enchantress and remarked,

"Well Batgirl are you ready to face me? Are you ready to experience true fear and terror without your antidote pills?" Proud and confident Batgirl replied,

"Anytime Scarecrow!" Now angered at what he still considered false bravado he readied the last injection. As the needle slid in to her arm the booted beauty focused on her first tryst with Batman in her boudoir. After undressing each other both crime fighters stood facing each other wearing their cowl, cape, gloves and boots. Suddenly the bold champion reached over and unbuttoned her Bat Cape.

As the lustrous garment of purple and gold satin fluttered to the floor Batman encased the beauty with fiery red tresses in his magnificent Bat Cape and carried her to the bed. The daring damsel recalled the cool feel of the satin cape as her lover held her close and they exchanged passionate kisses. Batman gently placed his love on her back and began to lowly caress her face, neck and chest The fires of passion ignite in the lovers as Batman gently caresses her labia while kissing and nuzzling Batgirl's perfectly formed breasts.

Five minutes after the injection Scarecrow was in a blind rage. Nothing was happening to his prisoner. Batgirl lay on the gurney with her eyes closed and a very contented look on her flawless face. If the drugs were working properly the Caped Cunt should be screaming her head off and begging for mercy. The straw man began to panic. He was being beaten and beaten badly by a girl. He searched his mind for an answer as the time of the drugs effectiveness began to slowly decrease.

Batgirl remained quiet and serene as the near perfect lovemaking experience was replayed in her mind. With her breasts and vagina on fire Batman rolled her on to her stomach and began to worship her perfectly sculpted butt. The bold champion kissed her white cheeks and ran his tongue up and down her crack. Batgirl was in heaven!

The crazed chemist Scarecrow was in hell still searching for answer to his problem as the halfway point of injection was passed. Suddenly the possible cause of Batgirl's effective resistance popped into his mind. By the contented look it was obvious the now defenseless damsel was diverting her mind away from the drug induced dreams. It was vital that he somehow must break her formable powers of concentration. In a towering rage he screamed "You cunt! Damn you!" as he slapped the fabulous face with a forehand and then a backhand.

In her mind Batgirl had reached the point where her bold lover Batman had just entered her love canal. He was huge but he felt so good. Suddenly there was a jolt and terrible images now invaded the mind of the shimmering seductress. They were vile and awful sights that filled her with fear.

The first images was of Batman in full costume on his knees in front the evil Catwoman again sitting on a dais. The foul feline demanded that Batman display his passion for her by an act of submission. The Dark Knight was ordered by the Queen of Crime to remove and surrender his Bat Cape and Bat Cowl. As her lover unbuttoned his gleaming satin cape and then began to unbutton his shiny Bat Cowl the Bat Beauty began to panic, She knew that if Batman surrendered his cowl and cape she would lose him forever. Once the shimmering cowl and cape were in her possession the Caped Crusader would be Catwoman's love slave for eternity.

The second set of images was much worse. The crime fighter stripped of most of his costume except his cowl, cape, gloves and boots had been bent over and tied to a table. As would be expected Catwoman entered the room in her black patent gloves and crotch boots. The cruel kitten was also wearing a massive stainless steel dildo

The Queen of Crime moved to the helpless hero and pushed aside the gleaming Bat Cape which exposed a very tight Bat Butt. The kitten of crime then positioned herself right behind her prisoner. The tip of the dildo was touching Batman's anus when Catwoman pushed forward and forced the instrument deep into the masked marvel. In sheer delight the Princess of Plunder slowly stroked back and forth and drove the Caped Crusader mad with passion. The Caped Crusader was soon moaning in ecstasy. Batgirl was in a now in a greater panic as she knew Batman's ego would never accept the fact that he had been sodomized by a woman. It was completely unthinkable. The humiliation the Caped Crusader must endure would be crushing. The anal rape would no doubt force her bold champion to end his life.

The Bat Beauty was now paralyzed with fear. Her champion and lover was being brutally tortured as well as slowly being pushed toward self destruction. Unwilling to let the man she completely and totally adored suffer any further Batgirl capitulated to her captor by screaming, "No more! You are hurting him! Please no more!"

Scarecrow now had his desired response as the Bat Beauty began to softly sob. With tears flowing from under her cowl Batgirl pleaded with criminal chemist to end Batman's voluntary unmasking as well as his brutal sodomization. Batgirl began to pitifully beg for her lover,

"Please stop! you are torturing him! Oh please dear god stop. I will do whatever you want just please stop hurting him!"

While the Scarecrow was a vile and vicious criminal he was not without compassion. As he watched shimmering seductress now totally distraught beg for mercy for the man she adored. She had put up such a courageous fight and almost won in the end. In the face of such staunch valor it was only fair to end her current suffering. The drug man injected Batgirl with an antidote to end the horrible dreams.

The antidote injection did its intended work as the tears and sobs of the Bat Beauty quickly came to an end. The masked maid now lay quiet. After several minutes the criminal chemist tried to arouse the Caped Cruadress but unsuccessfully. He turned the flawless face directly into the light and was greeted with glazed over eyes and a totally blank stare. Scarecrow was now in shock What had he done to Batgirl?

HOLY MISCALCULATION

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Despite a gallant effort Batgirl has been defeated by the crazed chemist the Scarecrow. Can Lance and his team find and rescue the Bat Beauty before the terrible drugs drive her mad?

Part 5

Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics. This story was written solely by me and no compensation has been or will be received by me for this story. This story was written purely for entertainment purposes only and cannot be redistributed for profit. After the critical heads up about Batgirl from the Bat Cave Lance Morgan had quickly redirected his search teams to begin searching for the Scarecrow. The banker was still not satisfied his team was doing everything possible that might be done. He suddenly realized that a valuable asset was not being utilized. Harly Quinn had yet to be interrogated. The reason for the lack of effort is that no one believed she would talk. Lance now believed that it was imperative that Harly Quinn disclose everything she knew whether she wanted to or not. The problem was how to make her talk. She was to loyal and to smart to voluntarily disclose the Joker's ultimate plan.

The banker became angry when he realized that right now Batgirl was probably being assaulted by the vile fiend Scarecrow and his hideous drugs. Suddenly the answer came to him in one word "Drugs." If the criminals could use them on the Caped Crusadress so could they. Lance was sure there were drugs that would make Harly Quinn sing like a canary. All he had to do was find Dr. Vince.

Of all the members of the team the two who had suffered through long hours of boredom were Dr. Vince and Jeffery Sullivan. The Bat Beauty had yet to be located and until she was there was nothing for them to do. The good doctor who had fought to have Jeffery included on the team felt responsible for the young man. In order to while away the hours of idleness Dr. Vince had taught Jeffery the game of chess. The two men were locked in a very intense game when Lance found them in a secluded corner of the office. "Sorry to interrupt your game guys but Dr. Vince I need your services." The physician perked up immediately now that he had some duty to perform remarked,

"What do you need Lance?" The young banker exclaimed,

"Do you have sodium pentothal here at headquarters?" The doctor thoughtfully answered,

"Why yes we do. What do you need it for?" Lance Morgan exclaimed,

"I am going to have Harly Quinn brought up here for interrogation. I know that normally we can expect no information from her. However if we use sodium pentothal on her she may disclose information we can use to speed up Batgirl's recovery." Dr. Vince took on a doubtful look and replied,

"I agree with your idea and we will probably learn a great deal but to do it I need Harly's permission or a court order" Lance's anger started to grow,

"Listen doctor right now Batgirl is undergoing an hallucinogenic hell from Scarecrows drugs. I am mightily tired of everyone protecting Harly's rights and ignoring Batgirl's. We are not a legal organization and therefore have no standing. My job is to save Batgirl from two evil fiends. When she is safe, then and only then will I concern myself with all the legal niceties for Harly, Joker and Scarecrow." The physician smiled,

"Lance here at Police Headquarters legal concerns always over ride human concerns. I must say however that after your eloquence this is not one of those times. Have Harly brought to the dispensary I will be ready in five minutes." Lance smiled broadly as he finally believed that he was getting some where replied,

"Thank you Vince, for seeing the common sense approach." Back in his chemical crack house the Scarecrow was in a complete panic. After a massive injection of hallucinogenic chemicals to break Batgirl's will the crazed chemist now found himself with a near comatose super heroine. The demented druggist was not sure what was causing the reaction or how long the reaction would last.

He was however sure of one thing that was the Joker's wrath. The Clownish Crook had a very special scenario worked out to end Batgirl's crime fighting career. The scenario required however that the Caped Cunt as Joker called her to be able to walk and talk. At the present time the Bat Beauty could do neither. The Scarecrow's only hope that after the antidote injection he had administered and several hours of sleep that she would recover.

The drug assisted interrogation of Harly Quinn was a masterstroke of intelligence gathering by Lance Morgan. Initially the jestress questioned the trip to the dispensary but was told it was told it was a mere check up. Dr. Vince detected a vitamin deficiency and administered an injection to treat the condition. In five minutes Harly Quinn was sound asleep on the examination table.

With a tape recorder running the questioning began. The first item was the Joker's overall plan of revenge on Batgirl. Harly revealed that after Batgirl was broken she was to be taken to a television station. During a special broadcast controlled by the Joker Batgirl would voluntarily unmask, reveal her secret identity and thus destroy her career as a crime fighter. The ultimate revenge would however be a bullet from Joker into her spine making her also a permanent cripple.

Now with overall plan revealed specific questions were asked about potential hideouts they used and descriptions of their getaway vans. Other useful information was also disclosed. The ultimate break came at the very end when Lance asked Harly how they communicated when they were apart. The painted Harlequin replied that it was done by cell phone. She told them that she had forgotten her phone the night that she had been arrested. Harly then surrendered the Joker's private cell phone number.

The information was a godsend as an immediate phone watch was established. Lance prayed that soon the Scarecrow would call the Clown Prince of Crime with a status report on Batgirl. When it occurred the team would pin point the Joker's location, Scarecrows location and hopefully Batgirl's status.

With the intelligence break through things now began to rapidly occur. Laura Graham was called in from her Batgirl crime patrol and directed to Police Headquarters. Alfred Pennyworth took possession of a fully equipped ambulance he had rented. It would be used to transport Batgirl from wherever she was found to the medical facilities in the Bat Cave. Edmond Curse was given a crash course on the operation of the dialysis machine. Plain clothes police squads were detailed to every Gotham City television station. In Commissioner Gordon's office Laura Graham, Dr. Vince and Jeffery Sullivan waited for their team leader Lance Morgan to give them their final instructions. After a short wait the young banker appeared dressed in his trademark black leather shirt and tight fitting black leather jeans. Laura Graham had the same reaction to Lance's attire as Batgirl did when she cooed,

"Ooh Lance, you look yummy!" Lance smiled broadly and exclaimed,

"Well it is good to see that our substitute Bat Beauty has the same fetish as the real one."

Lance quickly went over assignments and duties of each member. Alfred and Lance listened in at the Bat Cave over the audio link. Just as the Team Leader finished the phone watch picked up a call to the Joker's cell phone. The technician began recording the call and then enabled the direction finding equipment. Within moments the source of the call was traced to a hardware store in the dock area. The location of the Joker was determined to be a deserted mid town clothing store. The call went as follows:

"Hello Joker here!" "Joker this is Scarecrow. I have finished my work but we have a problem." The not so jolly jester was irritated.

"What is the problem? Scarecrow fearfully replied, "I managed to break her but I had to use so much juice she is now like a total zombie" Still irritated but now excited that the Caped Cunt had finally been beaten Joker inquired,

"Can she walk, talk and do as she is told?" The crazed chemist replied,

"Yeah, but she has this totally blank look on her face" Joker joyfully exclaimed

"It doesn't matter. All she has to do is remove her mask. I want her brought to the studios of WGTM in two hours. Tonight Batgirl is going to finally reveal herself. Any questions Scarecrow?" The demented druggist remarked,

"No! I will see you at WGTM in two hours." The conversation then ended.

The first question the team had to decide was whether to go after the Joker or rescue the Bat Beauty. Given her condition described by the vile Scarecrow and the fact that there must be absolutely no chance of Batgirl being unmasked the liberation of the Caped Crusadress had top priority.

Within ten minutes of receiving the call the team was on its way to Werner's Hardware store. Laura Graham on the Batgirlcycle was in the lead followed by an unmarked squad car containing Lance, Jeffery and Dr. Vince. At the same time while Edmond Curse began to calibrate the dialysis machine Alfred Pennyworth started for Gotham City in a fully equipped ambulance.

After successfully defeating Batgirl the demented druggist Scarecrow felt it was necessary to add some security to his dockside liar. He had sent the Joker's main underling Shecky Smith to recruit three or four men from the available local talent. In relatively short order Shecky had returned with four tough looking bruisers who would assume the watch until it was time to leave for the television studio. While Shecky explained their duties the Scarecrow prepared the Bat Beauty for her final appearance on television.

The demonic druggist had removed the restraints on the dazzling Bat Boots and gleaming Bat Gloves. He had also given Batgirl another shot of his antidote hoping it would lessen the effects of the hallucinogenic drugs he had used to break her. There has been some progress in that masked maid is awake but the blank stare into space is still present. Scarecrow hopes that there will be some improvement by the time they leave for the studio. For now the booted beauty lies quietly on the gurney.

Under the cover of darkness and a thick fog Lance and his team arrived at the back door of Werners Hardware. The Gotham City police have already thrown a two block cordon around the building to prevent the escape of any occupants. Just before the squad departed from Police Headquarters a floor plan of the structure was obtained from building department.

It was generally agreed that look outs and other security personnel would probably be on the first floor show room in order to raise the alarm. The team expected that Batgirl was probably being held in the large basement storeroom. The door into the storeroom was a thick wooden door.

Lance Morgan believed that the only chance for success was a surprise tactical assault on Scarecrows liar. He felt that any attempt to reconnoiter the store would only alert the gang to their presence. The banker planned to pick the lock on the back door in order to gain entrance. Once inside the team would split up. Lance and Laura would deal with any guards on the first floor while Jeffery and Dr. Vince moved to the down stairs storeroom. The man- child would force the basement door and take out any guards present. When the opposition was eliminated Dr. Vince would begin immediate treatment on the dazzling Dare Doll.

It was approximately five minutes to seven when Lance Morgan slipped his lock pick into the lock on the back door of Werner's Hardware. With ease of a professional thief the lock clicked open and the three men and one woman silently entered the store. The physician and Jeffery moved quickly to the stairs leading to the basement. The operation would begin when the man –child attacked the storeroom door.

As Lance and the substitute Bat Beauty slowly moved toward the front of the store they observed two men on watch and two men playing cards. Downstairs in the treatment room Shecky and the Scarecrow planned the route they would to take to WGTM. On the other side of the door Jeffery and Dr. Vince could easily hear their conversation.

The action began when Jeffery backed up twenty feet and then hurled his two hundred fifty pound body at the center of the door. The barrier cracked, split and then was torn from its hinges. Shecky and the Scarecrow were stunned as the door flew towards them. As the two men jumped from the path of the portal they watched it crash into the opposite wall. It was then that they noticed a large figure enter the room. Shecky coward that he was immediately ran for entrance and a chance at freedom. Unfortunately a huge hand grabbed him by the collar and lifted the thief from the floor. Then a flick of the wrist as Shecky crashed into the wall and fell to the floor unconscious.

The Scarecrow saw that escape was now impossible attempted to bargain his way from the trap he was now in. The straw man pulled a syringe from his pocket and started toward the now semi –conscious form of Batgirl. But man child who was extremely agile for his simply size tackled the criminal chemist before he was even close to the booted beauty. Jeffery then easily managed to subdue the demented drug man.

On the upper floor the posted guards ran toward the stairs when the loud crash of the broken door was heard. The first one found his forward progress was suddenly impeded when out of nowhere a dazzling purple Bat Boot slammed into his stomach. The pug fell to the floor in agony.

The other sentinel observed his companion's fate and became determined to take out the shimmering seductress standing with her back toward him. The thug launched himself at the seemingly defenseless damsel. At last possible second Batgirl dropped to the floor as the hapless hoodlum sailed right over her and landed hard on the floor. Now embarrassed by his total failure to eliminate the caped cutie the ruffian tried to get to his feet. He needn't have bothered as a gleaming Bat Boot at the end of a show girl kick smashed into his jaw and rendered him unconscious. The Caped Crusadress then applied Bat Cuffs to the two miscreants. The two men playing cards finally roused themselves from their game and went to investigate all of the commotion they just heard. As they moved into the main store isle Lance Morgan suddenly steeped into view holding a 9 millimeter Berretta automatic. The banker motioned the two thugs to assume the position against a display case. He patted them down, removed their 38 revolvers and via radio called the Gotham Police into the store.

In less than sixty seconds the rescue team had entered the building, neutralized all opposition and had six vicious criminals ready for the lock up. With the crooks defeated and ready for the police the team began a desperate search of the building for the Bat Beauty. Fortune smiled on them when Jeffery quickly discovered Batgirl on a gurney in a dark corner of the storeroom. The man-child called for Dr. Vince and began to push the stretcher towards the basement door.

In seconds the physician was at the side of the Dare Doll and began to examine her. An initial check of Batgirl's vital signs was not good as the heroine appeared to be in a semi-conscious condition. Dr. Vince looked directly at Scarecrow and barked,

"What did you give her and how much?" The straw man knew he was headed directly back Arkham decided not to cooperate. With an arrogant air he replied, "You are so smart you figure it out!" The physician exploded as he stepped toward the demented drug man with his right fist cocked, "Why you!" The confrontation ended as Lance stepped between the two men and exclaimed,

"Vince, let me handle this." The banker took the straw man by the arm to the opposite side of the room and declared,

"Listen stupid! If I were you I would tell the good doctor everything he wants to know. If you do not; I will personally douse you with kerosene, take you outside and set you on fire!" The Scarecrow's mouth dropped in disbelief and he stammered,

"You can't do that you are the law!" Lance smirked as he replied,

"We are a vigilante unit with no legal standing. We can be charged with committing a crime but I sincerely doubt we would be convicted. So what is it going to be?"

The criminal chemist having seen the team in action and public support the team had gathered in the past few days decided cooperation was the best course of action. Scarecrow returned to Dr. Vince and began to volunteer the required information

Gotham City's finest now filled the store and removed all of the criminal gang. While Dr. Vince still examined his patient the rest of the team gathered around the gurney to provide moral support. It should have been a joyous time but it wasn't. True they had accomplished their mission and had rescued the booted beauty but as the heroine now fought for her life there was little to celebrate.

With his examination complete and his interrogation of Scarecrow over Dr. Vince called Lance aside for a quiet consultation. The young banker informed the doctor that Alfred was ten minutes out with the ambulance. As the two men talked Jeffery and Laura stood watch over Batgirl.

As Laura gazed on the bold beauty now lying helpless on the stretcher she had never felt so totally powerless. If given the choice she would gladly trade her place with her idol now crippled by hallucinogenic drugs. Laura suddenly realized Batgirl's eyes were open and were staring at her. The Bat Beauty eye's appeared to call to her so Laura bent down next to the gurney. The masked maid lifted her right arm, pointed it at her back and whispered "Kevlar!" before she slipped back into unconsciousness. Ten minutes later with lights flashing Alfred Pennyworth arrived in the rented ambulance. Batgirl was quickly transferred from the gurney to a rolling stretcher by Dr. Vince and Jeffery. The stretcher with its precious cargo was immediately pushed to the medical transport and loaded onboard the vehicle.

There now came a significant delay while Alfred and Dr. Vince rather heatedly discussed Batgirl's future treatment. Dr. Vince with an impassioned look exclaimed,

"Alfred Batgirl is in a near catatonic state! We must get her immediately to the nearest hospital!" With a pained look of anguish Alfred replied,

"I am sorry Dr. Vince that is out of the question. We must leave as quickly as possible for the Bat Cave." The young physician however was not put off so easily.

"She might die on the way there! Gotham General is ten minutes away. Why is the Bat Cave so important?" The butler calmly remarked,

"Doctor believe me I too share your deep concern for Miss Batgirl. However if we go to Gotham General we can not guarantee that Miss Batgirl's identity can be maintained. I know that by going to the Bat Cave we are taking a great risk but there is no danger her identity will be compromised. Knowing Miss Batgirl as well as I do, I am sure she would prefer the Bat Cave." Dr. Vince sheepishly declared,

"All right Alfred I defer to your judgment. You have been treating superheroes longer than I have. Sorry I opposed you." The man-servant quietly remarked,

"Do not reproach yourself doctor! In similar circumstances I would have made the exact same argument. Shall we be off?" Dr. Vince replied,

"The sooner the better!" Alfred then declared,

"Dr. Vince I think it would be quite beneficial if you and Master Jeffery were to massage Miss Batgirl's extremities during our journey." The physician remarked,

"An excellent idea Alfred! Anything we can do to improve her circulation has to help!"

The medical mission began as Alfred drove the ambulance with lights flashing toward the Bat Cave. The physician and Jeffery Sullivan rode in the back of the windowless vehicle. As they rode Dr. Vince slowly massaged the arms of the Bat Beauty while Jeffery manipulated her legs. Everything possible was done to assist her circulation and limit the effects of the hideous drugs that now ravaged her body.

As the young physician moved his hands up and down the gleaming Bat Gloves he found himself totally captivated by his patient. The absolutely flawless face surrounded by fiery red tresses and the perfectly proportioned body covered by the shimmering purple suit made her nothing less than a goddess. Dr. Vince fondly remembered the last time he had treated the Bat Beauty.

On duty with the Gotham Harbor Patrol he had responded to Batgirl's distress call and managed to safely pluck her from the ocean. After he examined and then treated his patient the bold beauty showed her gratitude with several very passionate kisses with her physician. Dr. Vince still recalled her warmth and wonderful scent when he first wrapped his arms around her gorgeous body. Yes he admitted he did adore and worship her but then again no man alive could resist Batgirl's feminine charms.

The young doctor was still lost in his thoughts as the ambulance slowly rolled to stop in the Bat Cave. Suddenly the rear doors swung open and Jeffery and Dr. Vince quickly exited the vehicle while they pulled out the stretcher that contained Batgirl. The pretty patient was quickly rolled into the medical portion of the Bat Cave

While Dr. Vince connected the monitors for her vital signs Alfred prepared an IV solution designed to counteract the hideous hallucinogenic drugs. Edmond Curse began the process to connect the Bat Beauty to the dialysis machine. The basic idea was to assist the Batgirl's kidneys. They planned to remove fiendish chemicals as rapidly as possible from her blood stream by using the dialysis equipment. All four of the men attending the Caped Crusadress hoped that they had gotten to her in time and that they were not too late.

As the ambulance departed from the dock area Lance Morgan and Laura Graham mounted the Batgirlcycle and headed for WGTM. Their basic plan called for Laura to imitate the drug crippled heroine Batgirl while Lance would portray a member of Scarecrow's criminal gang. The purple motorcycle flashed down the streets with the Bat Beauty at the controls and the arms of her leather clad leader wrapped around her waist.

Earlier at the television station the Joker and his four underlings had seized control of the station. The Joker and his gang were truly surprised by the lack of resistance when they arrived. The thoroughly cowed staff of the facility meekly complied with all demands made of them. The Joker was sure tonight's broadcast of Batgirl's unmasking would go off without a hitch.

When Lance and Laura were within a block of WGTM they looked for a place to conceal the Batgirlcycle. Not wishing to alert Joker and his gang they soon found a small back ally where they parked and covered the fabulous machine. The banker then removed the masked maids utility belt and handcuffed her wrists behind her back. This gave the appearance that Batgirl was his prisoner.

Before they started for the studio the Caped Crusadress and her leather clad leader reviewed their plan of action one final time. Lance was stunned by Laura's enthusiasm for the highly dangerous scheme he had devised. He felt he owed to the red haired beauty to try and dissuade her from participating in a very risky gambit. Lance exclaimed,

"Laura you don't have to do this! I can call in the police, surround the station and then take them in. Nobody will get hurt." With a serious look the dazzling Dare Doll replied,

"No, we have to do it your way. We have to break him once and for all!" Amazed by the police woman's cool courage Lance exclaimed,

"All right! Now remember say nothing, do as they say and hold a blank stare for as long as you can."

Leather clad Lance Morgan and his pretty prisoner Batgirl walked slowly into the lobby of WGTM where they took the elevator to the main studio on the fourth floor. It was ten minutes to nine when they entered the room and ran straight into a rough looking pug, who declared,

"Hey, who are you and where is the Scarecrow?" Lance called up his best imitation of a hardened criminal and replied,

"I am Joey Reynolds what's it too you? Scarecrow hired me yesterday. He is running late and did not want to piss off the Joker so he sent me here with the Bat Bitch." The ugly tough bought the explanation and called for the Joker. The Clown Prince of Crime now noticed that the star of tonight's performance had arrived and quickly rolled his chair over to greet his leading lady. In a fawning voice he declared,

"Good evening my dear! My you look lovely but then again you always do." Batgirl said nothing and with a blank glance continued to stare straight ahead. The Joker troubled by her lack of recognition directed a question at Lance. "Is she all right?" The supposed criminal in black leather replied,

"Batgirl is fine. She will do whatever you tell her. It's just that she has that dumb look on her face all the time." The Joker looking very disappointed replied,

"I have a statement I wanted her to read during the broadcast. I guess I will have to read it for her." The vile villain then noticed that Batgirl's hands were handcuffed behind her back. Looking at Lance he declared,

"Take the cuffs off! I don't want anyone to get the idea that she is our prisoner." Lance removed the restraints and was ordered to guard the entrance and from now on let no one into the studio. With two minutes left until the broadcast began the Joker made his final placements. He would sit behind a desk with two thugs behind him while Batgirl with the other two henchmen standing on either side of her was just out of camera range.

At precisely nine pm the pasty white face of the jolly jester sitting at a desk filled the studio monitors. The Joker took this as his cue and began his introduction. With a voice filled with nothing but contempt he exclaimed,

"Good evening sheep of Gotham City this is your good friend the jolly Joker coming to you from station WGTM. For the last five days there has been a really terrible misunderstanding between myself and you good citizens of Gotham City. I would now like to clear up this silly quarrel between us. Initially I forced your lovely heroine Batgirl to become my captive in exchange for the release of ten preschool children. In response you have formed search teams and attempted to hunt me down. My reason for taking Batgirl prisoner was to get revenge. You all are aware that one year ago Batgirl was responsible for the injury that turned me into a complete cripple. I now see that what I have done was wrong and at the conclusion of this broadcast I will make amends by granting Batgirl her freedom." The villain then paused for a moment The studio camera now switched from the Joker to the Bat Beauty standing with her two escorts before it switched back again to hideous jester with green hair. The Joker then continued with his diatribe.

"Earlier this evening Batgirl and I had a serious discussion on her career as crime fighter here in Gotham City. She informed me that she has grown tired of the duties and wishes to retire in favor of more normal feminine pursuits such as a husband and family. But the Caped Crusadress wished to express her thanks for all of the support she has received from the citizens of our fair city. I have suggested and Batgirl has agreed to perform a small act of appreciation. I am sure you as well as I have always wondered about the lovely face behind the gleaming satin Bat Cowl. That's right ladies and gentlemen as the final act of her crime fighting career Batgirl has agreed to voluntarily unmask. In one minute the Bat Beauty will remove her mask so all may learn her true identity."

The studio camera now switched to the dazzling dare doll and her image appeared on the studio monitors as well as the two henchmen standing next to her. Now off camera the vile villain issued the following command,

"Batgirl, please remove your cowl!" Instantly the blank look on the face of the booted beauty was gone and was replaced by a wide smile. The masked maid then reached under the thick mane of red hair to unbutton the strap which held the cowl in place. At the same time Batgirl raised her right Bat Boot and drove the heel of her boot down into the right foot of the thug standing to her right. The hoodlum screamed in agony and dropped to the floor.

Taking the sudden smile on Batgirl's face as his cue Lance Morgan took a running leap and launched himself at the two henchmen standing behind the Joker. In an instant the leather clad team leader crashed into the thugs and knocked them to the floor. The studio now burst into pandemonium as Lance and Batgirl battled the Joker's four pugs.

Instantly after the Bat Beauty disabled the first hood with her Bat Boot she fired solid punch into the solar plexus of the other thug doubling him over. She followed up with a barrage of hard shots to his face and stomach leaving dazed and stunned. Batgirl was about to finish him off with a showgirl kick to the face when the first tough grabbed her around the waist. The bold beauty quickly freed herself as she slammed an elbow into hoodlums large gut. As he sank to the floor in pain he released the caped cutie who promptly executed a round house kick and slammed a dazzling purple Bat Boot into his face that rendered him unconscious.

At the same time Lance Morgan covered in black leather delivered a horrific beating on the other two toughs. He used a combination of martial arts and good old fashioned street fighting tactics to totally pummel the henchman with a variety of punches and kicks. Not being in the best of condition the two villains were quickly overcome by the banker.

The jolly jester now aware that he had been tricked watched in helpless rage as his gang of thugs went slowly down to defeat. He watched as Batgirl with her back to him delivered the final coup de grace to the second thug with her famous show girl kick. It galled him that once again the harlot in the shimmering purple Bat Suit would escape his justice.

An idea for revenge on the hated Caped Cunt suddenly occurred to him. It was obvious that Batgirl would not be unmasked but he still had a chance to cripple her. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small 22 caliber pocket pistol and aimed it at the center of the gleaming purple and gold Bat Cape. At a point blank range of five feet the Joker fired.

Batgirl felt as if she had just been struck by a two by four in her lower back as she was driven to the floor. Amazingly however the booted beauty slowly began to rise to her knees. The vile villain was now in a complete panic as it appeared the shot had little effect on the hated heroine. The Clown Prince of Crime dropped the pistol as he made a mad dash for the door in his wheel chair.

Lance had witnessed the cowardly act just as he finished disabling his two toughs. He ran immediately to Batgirl's aid but was amazed when the Bat Beauty began to rise from off of the floor. The banker grabbed her right arm and helped her to feet as he exclaimed,

"Laura are you all right?" The Caped Crusadress somewhat shaken softly whispered,

"I am fine. But the Joker is getting away you have to stop him!" Lance replied

"Don't worry he won't escape!"

As the Joker sped from the studio he noticed the elevator had stopped on the floor and that the door was open. The Clown of Crime dashed into the elevator and quickly closed the door. The vile villain in haste to escape the station however made a critical error. As his fingers went to punch the button for the first floor they inadvertently enabled the one for the second floor. When the door of the elevator opened the Joker rolled out of the car only to find himself on the wrong floor. Before he could renter the car to escape power was cut to elevator and the not so jolly jester found himself trapped.

The only way was out thru a single door which the criminal forced open. As the door slammed shut behind him the Joker found himself on a small balcony overlooking Gotham Square where a massive crowd of Gothamites had now assembled. A bolt of fear ran through the villain as peered at the thousands of faces that surrounded WGTM and now prevented his escape. Now in a total panic Joker heard a voice proclaim,

"Impressive isn't it. Do you know why they are here? Well I will tell you. They have come for you Joker. The sheep have come for you and they want blood!"

The Joker turned and was startled to find the man dressed in leather standing behind him and exclaimed, "You're Lance aren't you? Why are you doing this to me?" The banker smiled and replied,

"You took something from us. You made Batgirl publicly surrender to you, tried to end her career as a crime fighter by having her unmask and then tried to cripple her. That's reason enough!" The Joker now became enraged and shouted,

"She crippled me and it is only fair that she pay!" It was now time for the man in leather to become angry. Lance grabbed the Joker by the throat as he shouted,

"She didn't cripple you, you did it to yourself! If you weren't such a lousy shot she would be in that chair not you." The Joker screamed back,

"But she wouldn't let me die! I begged and pleaded with her to let me die. But no, she had to have her revenge because of what I did to Gordon!" Lance quietly remarked,

"You want to die? All right I will let you die." The team leader reached into the pocket of his leather jeans and pulled out the pistol the Joker had dropped in the studio. As he placed the gun it in the villains hand he continued,

"It has one bullet in it. Just cock it, put it in your mouth and pull the trigger. All of your troubles will be over!" The Clown Prince of Crime looked at the piece and let it fall from his hand. Lance Morgan sadly exclaimed,

"Joker you are such a coward! Five minutes ago you shot Batgirl in the back and now when I give the chance to do all of us a favor and end your miserable life you don't have the guts to do it. You are pathetic!" Now almost shaking Joker inquires,

"What are you going to do to me?" After a thoughtful pause Lance replied

"I have two choices. The obvious choice is that I throw you down to the crowd below and let them rip you apart. The other choice is that you swear to end your revenge against Batgirl and return to Arkham. I will however hold you personally for Batgirl's future health. If you get cute and try to hire someone to do your dirty work I will put a ten million dollar contract on your head. Also if any thing strange or bizarre happens to the Bat Beauty I will come looking for you." The man in black leather then yanked the vile villain from his wheelchair and whispered,

"So little man what is it going to be?" With the tone of totally beaten man Joker declared,

"All right you win. I will leave Batgirl alone I swear!" Lance thrust the criminal clown back into the chair and began to push it to the door leading off the balcony. As he does so he detected the sobs of the former Clown Prince of Crime.

After turning the Joker over to Gotham's finest the leader of the team was joined by the substitute Bat Beauty, who breathlessly exclaimed,

"I just got word that Alfred wants to meet us at the safe house." Lance inquired,

"How is Batgirl?" Laura replied, "I don' know he didn't say!" The beauty with long red tresses then softly inquired, "Did you do it?" Lance reluctantly replied,

"Yes, I broke him! He won't ever bother Batgirl again."

Meanwhile back in the Bat Cave a very sleepy and very tired Caped Crusadress opened her eyes to strange sight. She found herself in large well lit room on a hospital bed with fresh white sheets. This was quite different from all the places she had been the past few days.

Batgirl tried to recall her most recent memory but could only recall being tied to the gurney and waiting for the Scarecrow to appear. As the fog in her head began to clear the bold beauty suddenly became aware of someone standing behind her. As she turned her head a six foot five inch fame came into view with the satisfied smile of Alfred the butler who loudly exclaimed,

"Miss Barbara welcome back. I was afraid we had lost you!" A bit confused she replied,

"Alfred, where am I?" In a soothing voice the man servant declared,

"You are in the Bat Cave Miss Barbara all safe and sound. For the last three hours you have been on a dialysis machine which hopefully has removed all of the filthy drugs that Scarecrow injected into you." The dazzling Dare Doll remarked,

"No wonder I feel like a truck ran over me!" Alfred put his finger to his lips and whispered

"I want you to rest now Miss Barbara. I will explain everything later. Right now I must go back to the city. Not satisfied the masked maid inquired,

"What about the Joker?" Alfred smiled broadly and proudly exclaimed,

"I am happy to report that the blackheart has just been apprehended by Master Lance and Miss Laura and is on his way back to Arkham Asylum. Now Miss Barbara do rest!"

As Laura Graham smoothly maneuvered the Batgirlcycle with Lance Morgan on the back into the safe house they found Alfred with a limousine parked outside. As they entered the limo the Englishman handed each of the crime fighters a blindfold and explained,

"As we are now going to the Bat Cave I must ask you Miss Laura and Master Lance to put on these blindfolds and not remove them until we reach our destination. This insures the location of the Bat Cave remains a secret." Laura remarked,

"Certainly Alfred we understand." Alfred then exclaimed,

"Miss Laura and Master Lance let be the first one to congratulate on the magnificent operation you have just concluded. It was positively brilliant!" Lance replied,

"Thank you Alfred but there were four other people involved in the effort who also deserve a lot of credit as well." Alfred then inquired,

"Did everything go as planned Master Lance?" The team leader declared,

"Pretty much Alfred! My only question was how Laura stopped a 22 caliber bullet fired at point blank range?" The Caped Crusadress blushed and remarked,

"Well back at the hardware store while you were taking to Doctor Vince Batgirl woke up, whispered Kevlar and pointed to her back. I pulled her cape aside and found she had sewn a thick layer of Kevlar in her Bat Suit to protect her spine. She obviously was aware of the Joker's hideous plan to permanently cripple her. In order to protect myself in the upcoming fight I had Jeffery stand guard while I exchanged Bat Suit's with her. Speaking of Batgirl how is she doing Alfred?" The butler smiled and exclaimed,

"Superb foresight Miss Laura, really superb! But to answer your question Miss Batgirl is doing quite well. I spoke with her before I came to pick you up. I owe the greatest debt however to Doctor Vince. His plan to treat an overdose hallucinogenic drugs by using a dialysis machine was brilliant and undoubtedly saved Batgirl's life."

The conversation trailed off for over a quarter of an hour before Lance put his arm around Laura and inquired,

"You are rather quiet Laura. Are you sorry it is over?" The beauty with the long fiery red tresses sighed and then remarked,

"In a way yes but in a way no! I am sorry that I will probably never again be able to ride the Batgirlcycle which is just an awesome machine. I will regret not being able to wear the Batgirl costume When you put it on you feel so powerful and connected that you can do anything. But on the other hand I really miss my boy friend Derek that I haven't seen in four days. I now know what really high price Batgirl pays to protect us. She obviously has no husband or children to come home too. Always being on crime patrol there is no way that she has a social life. The more I think about all the sacrifices she has made for the city the more in awe of her I become." Then is if on cue two male voices replied,

"Amen!"

HOLY HAPPY ENDING

The Bat Beauty has been rescued while the Joker and Harly are headed back to Arkham. But what shall become of the Batgirl Rescue Team ?

Part 6

Batgirl and Batman were created and are copyrighted by and are the property of DC Comics. This story was written solely by me and no compensation has been or will be received by me for this story. This story was written purely for entertainment purposes only and cannot be redistributed for profit. When the black limousine rolled to a stop in the Bat Cave Lance Morgan and Laura Graham quickly exited the vehicle to join their fellow rescue team members in an impromptu victory celebration. There were joyful hugs, whoops, hollers and backslaps as the team rejoiced over their amazing accomplishment. Six individuals with help of the populace of Gotham City had taken on three super criminals in a standup fight. None of them wore costumes of spandex and satin but they managed to lick the Joker and his gang fair and square. Who would have thought it possible?

The only non participant of the festivities was of course Alfred Pennyworth. His breeding, maturity and above all else his position did not permit such frivolity. The broad smile across his face indicated however his immense pleasure of the team's achievements. As the excitement began to die down Lance Morgan called on his team to gather around for a meeting. The banker had an incredible emotion high as he began,

"Well people, I want to thank you all for magnificent job that all of you accomplished this evening. All of you performed brilliantly. We rescued Batgirl from the Scarecrow and managed undue the vicious harm that he inflicted on her. We also spiritually broke the Joker by revealing to him what pitiful coward he really is. The not so jolly Joker will never again threaten our Bat Beauty. You also proved that while we all value the contributions of our super heroes, that when it is necessary the people of Gotham City are perfectly capable of taking matters into their own hands. So I thank you again! Ah right now however our benefactor as well as host has several important announcements to make. Alfred!" The butler slowly rose and cleared his throat.

"Well said Master Lance, extremely well said! Gentlemen and Miss Laura you will all be spending the night here in the Bat Cave. I have arranged accommodations for all of you as well as refreshments. In the morning you will be able to visit with Miss Batgirl. She has informed me that she would like to meet with each of you individually to express her deep gratitude. After that you will all be transported back to Gotham City. I should also like, if you are agreeable, to announce a reunion of the Batgirl Rescue Team in Gotham City one year from today. What say you?" The reunion was instantly agreed on.

The next morning after a sumptuous breakfast the team met one last time. Lance Morgan made a short speech once again thanking them for their efforts one last time before turning things over to Alfred. The man servant announced,

"We shall now commence the visits with Miss Batgirl. We will go in no particular order but as always ladies first. Miss Laura will you please follow me!"

Laura Graham still wearing the Batgirl costume sans the satiny Bat cowl followed the butler into a dark recess of the Bat Cave. The tall beauty with lustrous red tresses was extremely nervous. Of all the team members she was the only one who had never met Batgirl in person. What would she say to the woman she had impersonated for the last four days?

Laura entered a stark white room which held a single hospital bed. On the bed in full costume was the dazzling Dare Doll. Alfred performed the introductions,

"Miss Batgirl permit me to introduce to you Miss Laura Graham. Miss Laura is a police officer and has performed brilliantly as your understudy for the last four days. I dare say that the street criminals of Gotham City were totally unaware of your absence."

The masked maid then raised her arms and beckoned Laura to her. As the police woman advanced to the bed Alfred silently departed the room. The two Bat Beauties then warmly embraced. Batgirl quickly observed,

"Laura you are a very lovely girl!" Laura blushed a little before she replied,

"Batgirl you are much to kind!" Batgirl smiled broadly before she inquired,

"Well what was it like being me?" Laura Graham paused a moment before exclaiming,

"It was absolute heaven! This costume is to die for and the Batgirlcycle is just totally awesome. Also the adrenalin rush that you get when you take out street scum is just unbelievable. I enjoyed it so much I almost became addicted. Fortunately Alfred saw the trap I was heading for and changed my direction. He is incredibly wise!" Batgirl nodded and exclaimed,"Yes he is!" Laura continued,

"Later I began to see the downside of your role. I suddenly became aware of all the heavy sacrifices you make in order to be who you are. The lack of a family and a social life. So in one way I can see why you do what you do but in another way I am amazed at the price you pay." Batgirl again nodded before she declared

"Laura you are a very astute young woman. Alfred told me about the observations you made last night. You are right about no family and no social life but there are other rewards. I am however adrenalin junkie. You can't imagine the thrill of flying between buildings on a Bat Rope with your hair and the Bat Cape flowing gracefully behind you." The red haired police woman then declared,

"One thing I must thank you for was the advice about the Kevlar. If you hadn't warned me I would be sitting in a wheelchair along with the Joker. He shot me in the back at the television studio but the extra Kevlar you sewed into your Bat Suit stopped the bullet cold." The Bat Beauty remarked,

"I figured he would try to cripple me just to get even. I am glad you were able to switch Bat Suits with me and protect yourself." Laura detected some weariness in Batgirl and decided it was time to leave.

"Well I had better go. I know you want to spend some time with the guys. When I get back to town I will give the costume back to Alfred." Batgirl frowned and replied,

"No Laura I want you to keep it. " A look of shock came over Laura Grahams face,

"No Batgirl I couldn't possible keep it." The Bat Beauty smiled and remarked,

"Laura I want you keep it for some very good reasons. First off I am not going to be able to get back into action for at least a week. So your going to have to keep doing the patrols until I am better. Secondly you earned it. Anyone who kept the street punks and other trash in line for four days deserves it. Thirdly sometimes I need a stand in. I can't be in two places at the same time and having an experienced alternate would be a godsend. Lastly and this is most important is that in two weeks there is going to be a charity costume ball. Laura I know you have a handsome boyfriend right?" Laura blushed again before replying, "His name is Derek." The bold beauty continued,

"I am sure Derek would like nothing better than to escort Batgirl to that charity ball. In fact I am also sure that Alfred can come up with a costume for Derek so that Batgirl will be escorted by her mentor and possibly her lover Batman." The unmasked Batgirl was aghast at the generous offer.

"Oh Batgirl that would be wonderful! Thank you so much!" The bold beauty replied,

"My pleasure Laura! Please leave your number with Alfred because I want to call you later this evening and discuss tonight's patrol. Thanks again!"

The next visitor was Jeffery Sullivan. The Bat Beauty had a huge smile on her face as she greeted the man child. This was followed by a big welcoming hug. It had been almost a year since Batgirl and Jeffery had seen each other so they spent some time reviewing the major events in his life.

Batgirl asked how things were going with his mother now that they had moved out of the rather seedy section of the city known as Altamont. Jeffery replied that thanks to her help he and his mother where living in a much nicer place. The two old friends visited for about twenty minutes fondly recalling their first encounter. Soon however Jeffery felt it was time to leave. The Caped Crusadress gave him another huge hug as she thanked him again for all his help in rescuing her.

It was a very different Edmond Curse who entered the room to visit Batgirl than the Edmond Curse who entered the Bat Cave four days past. Edmond staring straight ahead warmly greeted the dazzling dare doll lying comfortably on the bed. This fact was not overlooked by the bold beauty.

Batgirl sincerely thanked Edmond for all of his efforts in the affair. From his idea to have someone impersonate her to his detection of Scarecrow slipping off to do his filthy work the young man from Indiana had been a major player. His contributions to the rescue effort were incalculable.

The Bat Beauty and her visitor recalled their first encounter four years ago when Harly Quinn lured the computer whiz to Gotham City for her evil purposes. The masked maid then inquired about Edmond's future.

"Well Edmond what are your plans?" Edmond looking very confident replied,

"Well for now I guess I will head back home for awhile. The computer show has ended but the last few days have been so unbelievable. Right now I don't whether to go back to school and study programming or go to school and learn to be a man servant. Alfred has been a really impressive mentor for me. He has taught me so much about myself it is incredible and I shall never be able to repay him for his kindness." Batgirl remarked,

"Yes, Alfred is a very special person. I really wouldn't worry about repaying him for his counseling. The only reward he seeks is that you take the advice to heart and then profit from it. But it seems as if you have already done that Edmund!"

The young man suddenly smiled as he recognized the truth of her statement. Not wishing to monopolize all of Batgirl's time Edmond realized that it was to leave. The Bat Beauty gave him a big hug and wished him a speedy return home.

As soon as Edmond had left the room his place was taken by Dr. Vince who quickly entered intent on examining his patient. When Batgirl caught sight of the doctor she light heartedly called out to him,

"Well my favorite physician at last has come to see me!" Dr. Vince bantered back,

"Good morning and how is the most beautiful patient in the world!" Amused by the compliment the booted beauty shot back,

"Aw I bet you say that to all your female patients." Still in a humorous mood the physician exclaimed,

"No, I only say that to totally gorgeous masked super heroines who wear shimmering purple Bat Suits." After reaching the bed Doctor Vince went straight to work as he monitored the masked maiden's vital signs. Batgirl wanted to continue the verbal joust but the good doctor stuck a thermometer in her mouth.

After thirty seconds Dr. Vince removed the sensor and inquired,

"So my luscious beauty how are you feeling today?" Batgirl exclaimed,

"Much better than last night. I can't wait to go home!" In a serious tone Dr. Vince replied,

"Not for a day or two. You still might need more dialysis. I want to do some more blood work today." A dejected look came over the booted beauty as she implored her doctor,

"Please sit with me!" As the caped cutie moved over in the bed the middle aged physician took his place on the edge. The Bat Beauty looked directly at her doctor and exclaimed,

"Once again you have come to my rescue! You saved me from the Scarecrows horrible drugs and God knows what else. It is now time for your reward." Batgirl then wrapped her glistening arms around Dr. Vince's neck. As their lips moved toward each others the doctor exclaimed,

"Batgirl, please don't!" A look of shock came over the flawless face and she inquired,

"Why don't you want to kiss me Doctor Vince?" In soft voice Vince replied,

"I think you know why!" Pausing for a moment Batgirl then declared,

"Alfred said that you and Lance had a tiff over me!" The physician smiled, took the gleaming Bat Gloves in his hands and remarked,

"It wasn't a tiff. Lance just opened my eyes to the indisputable fact that just like most men in Gotham City I am madly in love with you. I totally adore you and I would like nothing better than to kiss you. I am however a realist enough to know that my love for you like every other man's will be unrequited. The chances of us ever becoming lovers are miniscule. You are a most pleasant addiction to the manhood of this city. But you are a narcotic of unbelievable potency." Doctor Vince paused a moment then continued,

"This situation however is not your fault. You can't help being you. Besides being incredible beautiful you are warm and caring. As one of your love crazed admirers I sincerely implore you not to change a thing . This unbelievably pleasant affliction is just something we men folk in Gotham City will just have to deal with."

The two sat in silence for perhaps thirty seconds before both burst into riotous laughter. Dr. Vince still laughing sheepishly admitted,

"Darn I really thought I had you!" Batgirl tears pouring down her face admitted,

"You came close, real close." As the laughter died down Dr. Vince took the Bat Beauty in his arms an exclaimed,

"Now, about that kiss!"

Secure in the knowledge that his lovely patient was well on the mend Dr. Vince later retreated back to the main portion of the cave. The final visitor to the recovery room was of course team leader Lance Morgan. As the young banker still clad in black leather entered the room Batgirl gave him a very lustful glance before she invited him to join her.

"Lance please come and sit with me." Lance graciously responded, "Of course my love!"

There was short pause as the two gazed at each other like two flirtatious school children with a sudden loss for words. Batgirl in a very sultry voice then declared,

"Lance you sure look good in your leathers." Smiling broadly Lance remarked,

"It seems my darling that you and Laura have similar opinions. But to be honest I haven't had a chance to change into more suitable clothes." Batgirl smirked before she replied,

"Laura has excellent taste, but whom do you think made sure that you spent last night in the Bat Cave?" The banker slowly shook his head before he inquired,

"Ah, my love! I am totally aware of you great beauty but where have you recently acquired the art of being so deliciously devious?" Batgirl smiled and then began to pull off her glistening Bat Gloves as she softly inquired, "You don't approve?" Smiling broadly Lance put his arm around the booted beauty's slim waist and exclaimed,

"When it comes to you my darling I approve of everything you do!" Batgirl began to slowly caress Lance's back with her bare hand as she enjoyed the cool smooth feel of leather. The masked maid then wickedly replied,

"Good because sometimes I like to be naughty!" Lance with devilish grin remarked,

"Well my darling as far as I am concerned you can be as naughty as you please." Lance pulled the bold beauty to him and they shared a brief but passionate kiss. The banker then went straight to business,

"Well my love you have had a busy morning bestowing honors on my team. Laura received a Batgirl costume, Jeffery and Edmond got big hugs and Dr. Vince got several kisses. My question is what do you have for me?" With a huge smile Batgirl declared,

"Whatever the handsome and bold champion who came to my rescue requires then he shall receive it!" Batgirl then slowly placed her shimmering purple arms around the neck of the team leader and pulled his face down onto her very ample chest. With her gleaming arms wrapped tightly around him and his right cheek on the Bat Beauty's firm breasts Lance remarked,

"For starters this will do nicely." The banker then quietly inquired, "Why did you pick me to lead the team?" The dazzling dare doll softly exclaimed,

"There was no one else! The only man I really trust Batman was out of town. Alfred had the money and the resources of the Bat Family. But you had the personal contacts. Only a man with friends and operatives through out the city could help me. I knew that even though you and Alfred have vastly different personalities I was sure you two would work well together. I was also certain that no matter what happened that the two of you of you would not quit. Fortunately for me I was right on all counts."

The Caped Crusadress then began to slowly caress Lance's left cheek and nothing was said for several minutes. Lance was now totally content to rest in the arms of the shimmering seductress. Batgirl finally broke the silence,

"So my brave and gallant knight what shall be your reward?" The leather clad leader still in total bliss with his head on Batgirl's bosom exclaimed,

"In two weeks time I want the most beautiful super heroine in the world Batgirl to be my guest for a candle lit diner in my fourth floor loft." Batgirl whispered "Deal!"

Three days after the end of the affair Gotham City closed up shop for an unscheduled holiday entitled "Batgirl Appreciation Day. All business was cancelled and a massive two mile long parade was held on Gotham Avenue to honor Batgirl and the Rescue Team. In an open car the Bat Beauty accompanied by Molly Stone and her playmates constantly waived to the cheering crowd that lined the street. Directly behind was another open car carrying Lance, Laura, Edmond, Jeffery and Doctor Vince who were also greeted with thunderous cheers from the citizens of the city.

The only non-participant was of course Alfred Pennyworth. Due to his training as a man servant he had always been taught to rarely be seen in public and never to be heard. To do otherwise would unnecessarily detract from the accomplishments of the team. The very distinguished Englishman proudly observed the festivities on television at stately Wayne Manor.

The following day was rather sad as Batgirl, Alfred and the Rescue Team gathered at a private airport in order to say farewell to Edmond who was returning to his home in Indiana. In order to recognize his many achievements in the affair Alfred had charted a private jet to return Edmond home. The young man had said his farewells to all of his team members with the exception of Alfred who now pulled him aside for a short conversation. Alfred exclaimed,

"A swift and safe journey home Master Edmond. You have been a absolute marvel this past week and I don't know how I shall get on with out you! You will give serious thought to the matter we discussed at diner last evening?" Edmond looking almost immaculate in the dark suit Alfred had purchased for him as a going away present confidently replied,

"I certainly will Alfred. The prospect of returning to Gotham City to begin training to eventually become your successor is very tempting indeed. I just need a little time to consider it." Taking the elder man's hand Edmond declared,

"Thank you Alfred, thanks for everything!" With slight tear in his eye and typical British aplomb Alfred remarked, "Good show Master Edmond, good show indeed!"

On the two week anniversary of the Joker's return to Arkham Asylum the Gotham City Police Department held their annual Charity Costume Ball. In order to honor the couple judged to have the best costume the winners were treated to a solo spotlight dance. The winning couple this year were not surprisingly dressed as Batgirl and Batman.

Laura Graham and Derek Johnson walked to the center of the spotlight on the dance floor and slowly bowed to the assembled guests. As the music began the Caped Crusader took the Bat Beauty into his arms. The two costumed crime fighters then began to slowly but very gracefully move around the dance floor to thunderous applause.

For Laura Graham it was truly a dream come true. Here she was dressed in a fabulous costume of the woman she most admired. She was dancing with her beau who was attired as Batman. The Dark Knight had been her hero and fantasy lover since childhood. It felt so perfect being Batgirl while being held in the Caped Crusader's strong arms as they whirled around the dance floor. Batman stared adoringly into the eyes of his lovely dance partner and was stunned by her beauty. Laura was overwhelmed with desire when she contemplated the events still to come in her boudoir after the ball had ended. It was certain that the perfectly costumed Bat couple would this evening undoubtedly become lovers.

At the same moment just two miles away in a fourth story loft Batgirl wearing only her shiny cowl, lustrous cape and glistening gloves sat upright in huge bed covered in black satin. The Bat Beauty's host investment banker Lance Morgan was engaged in his favorite past time. He was face first in the masked maid's fabulous cleavage. The banker was in nirvana as he gently kissed and nuzzled Batgirl's size 36 DD breasts.

The two had just finished making love for the first time and where in the process of exploring their partner's body. Batgirl with one arm held Lance to her chest while the other probed his butt and scrotum. As Lance lightly sucked the nipples of the bold beauty his right hand gently caressed her firm derriere.

The diner engagement had begun over three hours ago. Before the arrival of the Bat Beauty the socialite had been a bundle of nerves. Dressed in black leather to please his guest Lance had hurriedly paced back and forth by the front door. Suddenly the sound of boot heels came from the roof. The sharp sound of a sky light being opened thrilled the young man as it was obvious his diner guest was entering in the same manner that she had done two years ago.

A rope dropped suddenly to the floor and Lance excitedly waited for the Goddess of Gotham City to appear. The rope began to move and a pair of dazzling purple ankle boots appeared in the dimly lit loft. This was followed by two long legs covered in a very shimmering fabric. A slim waist but an ample chest as well as a gleaming purple and gold cape then came into view. The final portion of a delightful image was fiery red tresses covered by a satiny purple cowl.

The fantastic apparition then halted it's descent as it began a slow turning motion. The leather clad host could not believe the shimmering figure now before his eyes. As the effigy slowly rotated moonlight from above glittered and gleamed off of the shiny Bat Cowl, Bat Cape, Bat Suit and Bat Boots. The light sparkled off the Bat Beauty as if she were a brilliant jewel. Lance Morgan stood speechless for over a minute as he gazed upon this unforgettable sight which then dropped silently to the floor

It was obvious from her very seductive costume that Batgirl was a totally shameless exhibitionist. She knew she had a fantastic body and she was an expert on how to show it off. No man that encountered the Bat Beauty for the first time would ever forget how he stood and stared totally speechless at the seductive image before him. The former leader of the Batgirl Rescue Team greeted his diner guest in the most gallant manner possible. He walked to her, bowed as she extended her right hand and bowing again, kissed the back of her hand. As he released her hand and the host and guest smiled at one another before they slid into each others arms. The banker placed his left hand behind the shiny cowl to draw her close while his right hand slid in front of the Bat Cape and on to Batgirl's perfect rear. They shared a long passionate kiss which allowed the man in black to gently caress her fabulous butt. As the Goddess of Gotham City wriggled free from his grasp and exclaimed,

"Thank you for the greeting Lance!" The Caped Crusadress then pulled his hand from her rear and remarked, "Maybe later!" The young socialite was not put off by this minor rebuke from the Temptress in purple. On the contrary it made him more determined than ever to bed the booted beauty.

After he served his lovely guest an ice cold bottle of water Lance made preparations to serve a sumptuous five course meal catered by the finest French restaurant in Gotham City. Lance was going all out to impress the heroine he held to be the most beautiful woman in the world. As they dined the crimefightress and former criminal talked and laughed about old times. Batgirl now very relaxed permitted herself a glass of red wine during the excellent meal. After diner was complete the two continued their conversation while Lance cleaned up the kitchen

With diner complete the host in black leather inquired if his very attractive guest would enjoy some music. After a definite yes from the Bat Beauty Lance then turned on the some very light music from his stereo. The next logical step for Lance of course was an invitation to dance. Again Batgirl eagerly accepted the offer.

As the host tightly held the dazzling dare doll in his arms Lance found that he was in heaven. As they moved slowly moved around the floor the young banker could not resist the urge to place his right hand on Batgirl's firm rump and softly caress it. He was totally intoxicated by her body, her costume, her scent but most of all her kiss.

They began to savor long passionate kisses. Batgirl was not unaffected by the actions of her host. Dressed in his leathers she found Lance handsome and incredibly sexy. The bold beauty had not been with a man in awhile and she was strongly drawn to him. Lance adoringly looked deep into Batgirl's sparkling blue eyes and inquired,

"Is there anything I can do for you my luscious beauty?" The Bat Beauty smiled broadly and declared,

"Yes there is Lance, love me!" With unbelievable rush of adrenalin Lance quickly captured the Caped Crusadress in his arms. As he carried her to his bedroom he exclaimed, "God I thought you would never ask!"

On reaching the section of the loft dedicated to sleep Lance slowly lowered Batgirl's lovely legs to the floor thus allowing her to stand. They stood next to a huge king sized bed covered with black satin sheets. Now began the ritual of removing each other's clothing.

Being the lady Batgirl went first. The booted beauty began with Lance's sexy leather shirt unbuttoning the shelves as well as the front before it dropped to the floor. The dazzling dare doll then began slowly caress Lance's naked chest. While they shared another passionate kiss the caped cutie unbuttoned the banker's seductive leather jeans. As the jeans dropped to his ankles Lance stepped out of them and removed his shoes and socks.

The bold beauty now paused to examine her potential bedmate. Lance slowly turned to give the masked maid a full view. The banker was just over six feet tall with a full chest, rock hard abdominals and skin tight black leather briefs. The Caped Crusadress dropped her knees while pulling the briefs down. The rescue team leader was extremely well endowed which did not surprise the crimefightress. She signaled her approval as she began to kiss and lick Lance's large shaft.

The young banker now began to feel the fire of lust. He placed his hands under her shoulders and pulled the enchantress back to her feet. Batgirl slightly miffed that her partner had spoiled her fun gave her host a pouty look. Lance wanted to experience the feel of the incredible Bat costume against his skin pulled the temptress to him and kissed her. The feel of the Bat Suit was unbelievable. Lance had expected it to be stiff and metallic but he found it was as soft and supple as her satin cape.

The team leader gave his guest a wicked look as it was now his turn to disrobe the shimmering seductress. He first unbuttoned the lustrous Bat Cape from her pretty neck. This was followed by removing the gleaming Bat Gloves and dazzling Bat Boots. Lance then removed the golden utility belt.

Now came the moment the banker had been waiting for. He moved behind the Bat Beauty and began to softly kiss her neck while he slowly pulled the zipper that ran down the back of the sexy Bat Suit. Then like the gentleman that he was the banker helped the gleaming goddess to step out of the glistening garment. Lance stepped back in awe as he took in the sensuous figure in front of him.

Now dressed only in her cowl, purple satin bra and purple satin thong the socialite found himself speechless. Batgirl smiled broadly as she removed her bra and thong. Now totally nude Lance stared silently at the goddess he worshipped for two solid years. She was flawless with her fiery red tresses, broad flashing smile, melon shaped breasts, perfectly rounded rump and long graceful legs It didn't seem possible that the seductress was more beautiful without her Bat Suit than with it.

A cold draft swept through the room causing the bold beauty to shiver. Lance immediately placed the luscious purple and gold cape around her neck and shoulders. The caped cutie then pulled on the gleaming Bat Gloves. Lance who also wanted to experience the actual touch of the seductress he adored inquired.

"My love why are you putting on your Bat Gloves?" Batgirl softly replied,

"Security my darling! You know finger prints, secret identity and all that. One can't be to careful! Lance now understanding remarked, "Yes, you are quite right."

With the preparations complete for their first tryst Lance engulfed his enchantress in his arms again and carried her to the bed. He then gently lowered his love on to the cool satin sheets. For a mere moment Batgirl smiled seductively at her host before she grabbed him and pulled him down on top of her. For the next five minutes the new lovers fought like tigers each one vying for control and trying to gain the upper hand.

The socialite had never encountered a woman with such fire and passion who was determined to let no man dominate her. This made Batgirl even more desirable. In order to end the conflict however a truce was called. Being as she was the guest the curvaceous crime fighter graciously agreed to let her host demonstrate his prowess in the boudoir.

As Batgirl now sat upright and let her new love nuzzle her perfect breasts she was struck by the similarity between Lance and her true love Batman. She remembered how many times she had held Batman's gleaming head to her chest as the Caped Crusader kissed and licked her boobs. The cool touch of his satin cowl on her skin was unforgettable.

The Bat Beauty found a startling similarity between the two men. Both were tall, dark haired, handsome and perfect gentlemen. But the most notable trait was that both were superb lovers as Batgirl had just discovered. Lance like the Dark Knight was slow, patient and above all dedicated to pleasing his partner. Both men were very gentle, knowledgeable and had a really delicate touch. A small caress on a sensitive area could trigger a flood of passion.

There were differences of course in that Batman was older and wiser. Lance on the other hand was younger and probably had more stamina. The only significant difference was that Batman was better endowed in the manhood department. This was not to say that Lance's shaft was small just that the Dark Knights was bigger.

Lance then concluded his worship of Batgirl's breasts and sat up right next to the bold beauty. He looked at Batgirl adoringly and inquired,

"How are you my darling? Do you need anything?" Batgirl snuggled next to him and exclaimed, "Just hold me" Lance wrapped the shiny cape around her shoulders and then his strong arms around the dazzling damsel as he pulled her close he remarked,

"How is that my love?" The Caped Crusadress answered,

"Perfect but why are you so quiet? Is there something wrong" Lance sighed and remarked,

"Why did you let me become your lover tonight?" The Bat Beauty softly replied,

"I need a man, a good man and you are one of the best I know!" Lance exclaimed,

"You have a man and he is a superhero to boot. You don't need me!" Batgirl answered,

"Yes I do! You see Lance my relationship with Batman has become very complicated. He is my one true love and I will never stop caring for him. I am sure he feels the same way about me. Our problem is we care too much about each other. We constantly worry about one another. If we had our way we would spend all our time in bed making love to each other. If that happened, precious little crime fighting would get done. We are both beginning to feel smothered unable to breathe. So we decided to take a break from each other for awhile. I need someone to joke and laugh with as well as being my lover"

The investment banker was stunned by words of the woman he totally worshipped. He had now an excellent chance to become Batgirl's significant other. Suddenly a million questions ran though his mind. Lance tried to suppress his excitement as best he could as he inquired,

"What is Batman going to think if he finds out we have become lovers?" The bold beauty replied,

"It won't matter since our relationship has never been monogamous. I know he has seen Catwoman, several times of late. Fidelity has never been one of Batman's virtues. I have to warn you Lance there is no guarantee that we will become close or that we will start a relationship." The banker exclaimed loudly,

"I will take that chance! Better to risk everything on something you truly want than to never risk it at all. That is the difference between Vince and I. He wants you just like I do but he will not take the chance. Me, if I didn't take the chance, even if I know I will probably lose; I could not live with myself. But then again Vince is older and smarter than me "The Bat Beauty whispered softly,

"If he wants me I will have to go to him. I will leave you in a heartbeat!" Lance replied

"I told you before he is a better man and I don't mind losing to a better man. I don't care! If I can be with the one woman I adore for one minute, one hour, one week, and one month or one year it doesn't matter. I will have been with the woman I truly love. There will always be memories of our time together and even if they are only a few they can never be taken away. I know you believe that if we become lovers and you leave me, that you will be sending me to purgatory. That isn't true. Purgatory for me would be loving you as I do and never having any memories of you at all!"

The Bat Beauty was totally stunned by the brutal honesty of Lance's words. She had never known a man who would take such a risk as she proposed. It seemed foolhardy but somehow she believed his words. Batgirl still not totally sure of his devotion softly inquired,

"You would do that. You would take the risk to try and win my love knowing at any moment I might leave you for Batman. You would do that for me?" In a voice filled with passion Lance Morgan replied,

"Yes Barbara Gordon, I would do that for you." The Bat Beauty's face took on the look of stunned silence as Lance reproached himself,

"Damn, what a dumb thing to say!" The damage however unintentional was done.

Batgirl now found herself in the exact same situation as Lance two years ago. After she entered the loft the enchantress found the banker examining diamond jewelry he had just stolen. When confronted about the theft by the crime fighter Lance felt that it was absurd to deny the obvious.

By the damming look on her face the Caped Crusadress knew that to deny her secret identity was equally absurd. In a voice filled with disgust for herself she inquired,

"How did you know? You faked your memory loss! God, I should have hypnotized you just to be sure." Lance pulled the dazzling damsel close and replied,

"No, my love you didn't make a mistake. Remember when you confronted me the first time and I asked you how you learned my name. You told me that you read it on the front of the building. I observed that it was always the little things that do you in." After a pause the socialite continued,

"It was a little thing that did you in. During our first encounter I found that no one kisses with more passion than Batgirl. That was until I kissed Barbara Gordon in front of her apartment building after a lovely evening. I pondered the exact similarity in them all the next day. Then the memory of our encounter came flooding back." The Bat Beauty was shocked that Lance Morgan was aware of her most precious secret for two years and had said nothing. She finally realized the depth of his love for her. He could have mercilessly blackmailed her for money or sex but had not done so. Lance had remained silent and cut himself off from the woman he totally adored. Batgirl inquired,

"Lance, why didn't you come back? I really wanted to see you again." The young banker softly exclaimed,

"I couldn't, not after what I had done. I unmasked you, held you hostage and then tried to sell you to the most vicious thug in Gotham City to cancel my debts to loan sharks. You are so beautiful and good I just couldn't face you again. That's why I didn't believe that you and I could ever become lover's after all that I had done!"

Batgirl smiled, snuggled deeper into her lover's grasp and softly remarked,

"Lance my darling you didn't do anything. Being unmasked was my own fault. I forgot to fasten the strap that holds my cowl in place. Yes, you held me as your prisoner but I could have escaped anytime I wanted." The socialite exclaimed, "But I took your utility belt away!"

"Listen my love; I have tools and picks hidden in my cowl, cape, gloves and boots so escape was no problem. The only reason I stayed was to find out what you were going to do. Then I easily goaded you into selling me to a crime lord. I was overjoyed when you told me I was being taken to Joey Soldano. I had been trying to take him down for months. So my brave and gallant knight you have no reason to punish yourself." The socialite responded with a deep sigh of relief.

Batgirl then sat up and began to remove the shiny Bat Cowl. She remarked,

"Well I guess I don't need this on!" The banker grabbed her hand and exclaimed,

"No, I invited Batgirl to diner! However, you won't need these." Lance then began to pull off the glistening Bat Gloves. With Batgirl's long graceful hands uncovered the banker began to slowly caress them. He reveled in the fact that finally he could experience Batgirl's extremely sensual touch.

The former team leader pulled his love back into strong arms and inquired,

"Besides me who else knows?" Batgirl replied, "Just Batman and my father" Lance pulled the Bat Beauty to him and hungrily kissed her. As they broke the kiss the banker looked longingly into the masked maids beautiful blue eyes and exclaimed,

"I won't say anything no matter what happens to us. I would die first!" They kissed again and as Batgirl settled back into the cradle of Lance's arms she whispered,

"Don't worry my love. I know you won't!"

The two lovers sat quietly for several minutes before Batgirl inquired,

"Lance darling, you know you were just talking about memories. Do you suppose we could have another memory by having you make love to me?" Lance eagerly replied, "Why of course my love, I would be honored too!" The Caped Crusadress exclaimed,

"Good but this time it will be a little different." The socialite inquired,

"How will it be different my beauty?" Batgirl smiled broadly and remarked,

"I want you to do my butt" The banker was somewhat shocked by the request and replied, "Are you sure about this darling?" The bold beauty wickedly replied,

"They say it very erotic but no one has ever done me there!" Lance was again stunned as he exclaimed, "Not even Batman?" Batgirl remarked,

"Especially Batman! I think he is either two embarrassed to ask or he is afraid of hurting me!"

The young banker helped his lover from the bed and directed her to foot of it. As he removed her sensuous Bat Cape he declared,

"For the first time the best way is spread your legs and bend over the bed."

The Bat Beauty did as directed as Lance dropped to his knees. The socialite slid his hands under the masked maid then grabbed her perfect breasts in his hands. He then began to kiss and lick her creamy butt checks as well as the crack between them. Almost immediately the fire of passion was ignited in the couple.

Batgirl found the gentle caress of her breasts and the worship of her derriere highly erotic. It wasn't long before her labia was wet and moisture rolled down her thigh. Lance seeing the wetness knew it was now time to begin. He walked to the nightstand removed some lubricant and covered his now rock hard shaft with it.

He then walked back to the Caped Crusadress and positioned his manhood directly on Batgirl's anus. Lance then bent over and slid his hands underneath his partner to once again seize her fabulous boobs. Then with a slow but steady pressure the banker forced his cock forward and entered his temptress. He then slowly bent forward and placed his face in Batgirl's lustrous red tresses.

Batgirl felt a sudden warm glow in her rectum as her champion entered her. The further the invasion of Lance's shaft into her, the more intense the feeling became. When the entry was complete the socialite then began a gentle rocking motion. He found his love unbelievably tight but that promised maximum stimulation of his penis. Lance inquired,

"How do you feel my beauty?" The Bat Beauty replied, "Wonderful!" As soon as her lover began to move back and forth Batgirl began to moan. The experience was incredibly erotic. There was little pain as powerful waves of lust and pleasure washed over her. The warmth in her ass steadily increased which made the moans of pleasure increase in intensity.

Lance found the invasion of his new love's ass just as erotic. He had done many women in the butt but never experienced anything like this. The firmness of Batgirl's rectum drove him mad with pleasure and he too began to moan. The longer the tryst became the greater the passion Batgirl and new beau felt.

Soon the flames of lust overcame the lovers and they began to cry out.

"Oh God Lance it feels so good! Please don't stop! Don't ever stop!"

"I'll never stop my beauty! Whatever you want I will do it! Your wish is my command!"

"Ah, This is unbelievable! I can't believe how wonderful it is!"

"God you are so beautiful Batgirl, I will never stop loving you."

The fires of lust and desire increased in intensity causing Lance to move faster. Batgirl loudly responded,

"Oh yes Lance that's it! Fuck my ass! Oh God Lance please fuck my ass harder!" "Yes Batgirl what ever you say! Whatever you want! I will do it."

The new lovers then reached maximum overload. Lance felt like his shaft was ablaze while Batgirl believed her breasts and ass were aflame. A massive simultaneous orgasm slammed into the Bat Beauty and her lover as they as they screamed in total ecstasy.

Lance slowly withdrew from the Caped Crusadress and then slowly lowered himself into her arms. With a longing look he inquired,

"How was that for a memory my love?" Batgirl eagerly exclaimed, "Do it again Lance!"

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