*Disclaimer: this story contains characters I do not own nor have I been given permission to use them. This story contains force fantasies and triggering dialogue, and the author does not condone real life non-consensual actions in any way shape or form. Everything must revolve around consent.
*Second: This is my first attempt at writing out a long story to be shared. I don't have any education on writing, just an underdeveloped love of it. Please forgive any mistakes
*Dedicated to Skye
Earth 42
September 1st, 2025
Arkham Asylum, an insane asylum built in 1939 on the outskirts of Gotham City and eventually turned into a megastructure in recent years, held nearly a thousand criminally insane and violent inmates. You can find a perpetrator of virtually any crime within its walls, and if they were sane enough to be found guilty then their combined sentences would be over 137,000 years in jail. It is for this reason that the asylum has a public warning systems even though it is designed to be inescapable. Every once in a while some inmate manages to escape the asylums walls and when that happens the head of Arkham asylum, Jeremiah Arkham, makes sure that the people of Gotham are warned that trouble is headed their way.
Air raid warning siren systems are used around the Asylum and parts of Gotham, modeled after similar systems used during World War II. When someone in Arkham asylum can't be accounted for, they sound alarms designed to be heard by everyone in Gotham. The brain-piercing siren is Gotham's warning to lock up their houses and remain vigilant.
It was that very siren that woke Barbara Gordon out of her nap at 8pm that fateful evening. She had gotten home from her job as Gotham Library's head librarian a few hours before and wanted to grab a nap before she started her patrol as Batgirl. The siren put a sharp end to that, the context of the sound rather than the decibels causing her to wake up in alarm. Her eyes shot open and she quickly sat upright in bed, her warm blankets falling away from her her nude form as she darted out of bed. She quickly made her way to her personal "batcave", her guest room that held her gear and computers. She opened the closet and grabbed a uniforman, pulling it on with practiced efficiency.
The 27 year old pulled the black top over her perky breasts, a large yellow bat symbol proudly displayed on her chest. She slipped a pair of plain yellow panties on and pulled her snug black pants on. She then pulled her yellow combat boots on, followed by her yellow gloves. She buckled the yellow utility belt around her waist, confident that she had restocked it after last night's patrol. She fastened her black cape to the clips on her shoulders and pulled her dark cowl on, concealing her identity which she has kept secret from nearly everyone in the world. Her red hair flowed with her cape as she opened the secret exit to her clock tower apartment and climbed out.
The cold Gotham air whipped at her has she sprang onto the roof above the clock tower, her hand reaching for her grappling gun as she jumped over the side. Adjusting for the wind, she fired the grappling hook while in free fall at a fire escape across the street, using it to swing off into the night. Ten years of swinging through Gotham had honed her body and reflexes, allowing her to navigate through the streets quickly. It wasn't long until she neared Arkham Asylum, its megastructure bathed in the lights of emergency vehicles. GCPD squad cars with their red and blues flashing passed underneath of her as she swung and leapt across the rooftops, all on their way towards the worst place in Gotham city.
She descended upon the stone wall surrounding the Asylum and was horrified to see that the courtyard was filled with escaping inmates clashing with orderlies and members of the GCPD. Her gaze traveled to the asylums doors and saw that something had ripped them right off their reinforced hinges and inmates were pouring out. How could this have happened? She thought as she dropped down to the courtyard, launching herself at the nearest escaping inmate. Using fighting techniques she had honed to perfection over a decade fighting crime in Gotham, Batgirl aided the orderlies, security staff, and the officers in preventing the inmates from escaping but they were far outmatched. For every one they took down five more seemed to slip by them.
She did her best to keep clear of the GCPD, the department has a long-standing order to arrest Gotham's masked vigilantes on sight. Commissioner Bullock has been dead set on their apprehension no matter how much good they did for Gotham, claiming that vigilantes are part of the problem. She usually avoided them at all costs, but she was relying on their sense of priorities tonight. I bet Bullock tells the media that I'm responsible for this one. She thought bitterly as her gloved fist sank into an inmates belly. Commissioner Bullock and the Gotham News Network had slandered her throughout her adult life but she still wasn't used to it.
Just then, the scream of an engine could be heard over the sirens. Everyone, orderlies, officers, and inmates alike paused for a moment to stare at the source. They scrambled out of the way as the Batmobile roared into the courtyard, the sleek tank screeching to a halt near the entrance. The top of the Batmobile slid open and Batman and Robin were launched into the air, their capes billowing behind them as they fell to ground battle-ready. Batgirl smiled to herself as she put another escaping inmate onto the ground, hard. With Batman and Robin the woman wonder here, they would be able to mop up the small fry inmates and concentrate on getting inside to secure tge facility. Plus, the GCPD would be less likely to try and arrest her with Batman around as they were as scared of him as the criminals are.
Batman ran towards the entrance of Arkham Asylum like a bat out of hell, effortlessly taking down any inmate that crossed his path with either a well placed strike or a batarang to the foot or hand. He pushed by the orderlies desperately trying to keep the inmates from leaving the building and entered the asylum, disappearing onto it's maw of madness. Meanwhile, Robin was fighting her way towards Batgirl, flashing her a grin as she reached her friend.
Batgirl swept a hulking inmate's legs out from under him and jumped up to perform an elbow drop as she greeted her friend. "Nice of you guys to show up! You two have the fastest tank money can buy and I still beat you here?"
"That's not fair!" Robin shot back, her blonde hair trailing behind her as she dodged an inmate swinging a shiv at her. "We were across town stopping Firefly from setting the Fire Station on fire! We also had to ignore a report of Mad Hatter getting removed from a strip club to come here"
I don't even want to know thought Batgirl as her reinforced boot smashed into an inmates jaw. Gothams too big for just three vigilantes. Even though Gotham needed all to help it could get, Barbara had been skeptical of Bruce's decision to take on his first partner three years ago. To his credit though, Bruce had put Stephanie Brown through the wringer before she could earn her mask and cape. The now 21-year-old college student was no longer a novice but was still honing her abilities, improving with every fight but still getting carried away with the thrill of all this at times. Her green gloves and boots, red tunic, green trunks, and black cape with the yellow interior was a stark contrast to the shades of gray that colored Batman's armor and Barbara had teased her at times that her bright colors drew gunfire away from Batman during firefights.
The two continue to fight against the exodus of criminally insane patients as they fled towards freedom. "Whatever Batman is doing in there, it doesn't seem like it's slowing these guys down" Batgirl shouted as she performed a three hit combo on a particularly resilient enemy while dodging punches from another.
"He's making sure everyone in the maximum security wing stays right where they are. Last thing we need is Joker and the rest of the costumed psychos we put away getting loose." Robin replied, breaking the arm of am inmate attacking an Arkham security guard. "You and I are to stop as many from escaping as we can. Batman's orders."
Batgirl grumbled at that. Even after all these years she still didn't like Batman ordering her around. Unlike Robin she wasn't Batman's partner, wasn't trained by him. He was an inspiration and supplied her with the tools of the trade, but she was her own entity. Still, she had to admit that it was the right call, adding super villains to this mix was the last thing Gotham needed.
She and Robin started working their way towards the doors, hoping to help the Arkham guards bottleneck the escaping inmates. As they got closer however, Batman sent a warning crackling through their comm units. "-eathstroke, it was Deathstroke! Slade broke Arkham wide ope--" The hair on Batgirl's neck started to raise. Deathstroke was the world's deadliest mercenary, a super soldier with enhanced speed, strength, and healing. Worse, he was a tactical genius whose mind funtioned on a higher level than normal humans. If he's behind this then somebody paid him to do this. But who would-- her train of thought was cut short as they reached the doors. As soon as they got near them, they could hear thundering footsteps quickly approaching. They dove out of the way as Killer Croc came thundering through the asylum doors, knocking any security guard or orderly flying out of this way.
Killer Croc looked briefly at Batgirl before locking eyes with Robin. He hunkered down a little bit and charged at the woman wonder. His large scaly hands tipped with razor sharp claws slashed at Robin and forced her to go on the defensive. It was a fight that required nearly all of her concentration, forcing her to focus on Croc as the inmates ran by them. Batgirl turned from the asylum entrance to help Robin fight the 300 pound monstrosity, but someone grabbed her cape and yanked her off her feet with it.
She landed on her ass and quickly faced her attacker, coming face to face with the Joker and Harley Quinn, each wearing a smile and their Asylum issued uniform. Harley beamed at her pudding and pointed at Batgirl. "Look Mistah J, the strippers I got you are here!" She flicked her wrist and a shiv appeared in her hands like a magic trick. "I'll give them a tip!"
Batgirl stole a quick glance over her shoulder to check on Robin. She was still dancing around the scaly green berserker but the escaping inmates were making it increasingly difficult to maneuver around him. She still rained blows down on him whenever she saw an opening, but his thick skin and naturally resilient muscles absorbed much of the impact.
She quickly snapped her focus back to Harley Quinn just in time to duck under a sweeping slash meant to cut her throat. She dodged Harley's follow-up attacks while keeping the Joker in her peripherals, not wanting Gotham's most notorious mass murderer out of her sights. She momentarily stopped Quinn's hyena laughter with a punch to the jaw and quickly turned around to run towards her friend. Before she could reach the imperiled heroine she got hit by a swarm of inmates, their clutching hands dragging her further into the courtyard.
Gritting her teeth, she fought back against the crowd. Panic was starting to creep into her as she struggled, she couldn't see Robin and she lost track of both the Joker and Harley Quinn. She stopped pulling her punches and started aiming for joints and eyes, anything to give herself room to maneuver. They were wrenching her cape, threatening to pull her to the ground. She knew if she hit the ground she'd be done, they'd swarm on top of her and that would be that. She unclasped her cape and summersaulted over the inmates directly in front of her, racing towards Robin before it was too late. She watched a swarm grab Robin by her arms, holding her in place. Robin struggled frantically and tried to free herself but Croc barreled into her, knocking the inmates holding her flying like bowling pins and grabbing her as he slammed through them.
Batgirl raised her grappling gun to rise above the crowd but was kicked in the side by Harley. "We ain't done dancing yet, Bat-bitch!" She brandished her shiv with a vicious grin and a wild look in her eyes, lunging at Batgirl with murderous intent. Where's Joker?? Batgirl couldn't find him in the crowd while dodging Quinn's attacks, nor could she make out what was happening to Robin. While Batgirl was fighting for her life against Harley Quinn, Robin was in the clutches of a rampaging Killer Croc. Robin tried her best to get away from him, but Croc's massive hand swung through the air with the force of a wrecking ball and connected with a sickening thud against her jaw. The backhand sent her spinning, her vision blurring as she staggered, desperately trying to regain her balance. Before she could steady herself, Croc's clawed fingers closed around her throat like a vice, lifting her off the ground with ease. Robin's legs kicked futilely in the air, her hands clawing at his wrist as his grip tightened, cutting off her air supply. Croc's breath, rank and hot, washed over her face as he sneered, his jagged teeth glinting in the moonlight. Her eyes rolled back in her head as Robin's body went limp, her head lolled to the side, and her arms went limp and dangled beside her. Killer Croc let out a guttural growl of triumph. The moonlight cast eerie shadows on his scaly face, making him look even more monstrous as he sneered at his helpless prey.
Batgirl, still tangled in Harley's grasp, watched in horror, her heart pounding in her chest. She struggled fiercely to break away but Harley countered every move she made. "Looks like your little bird friend wasn't cut out for this," Harley cackled, her voice mocking Batgirl's efforts.
Croc raised his clawed fingers towards his unconscious victims throat, his nostrils pulling in her scent and gorging himself on the sweet smell of her sweat. This was the first time he had one of Gotham's masked vigilantes at his mercy and he wanted nothing more than to open her up from chin to naval. "You're lucky the boss needs you alive, little bird" he growled, her unhearing mind unaware of how close to death she was. Croc tossed her over his shoulder, his scaly hand gripping her ass as he started following the crowd escaping from the asylum.
"ROBIN!" Batgirl caught a glimpse of Croc carrying the unconscious heroine away, chilling the blood pumping hard through her veins. Why is he taking her? Why didn't he just kill her? He wouldn't be- her focus snapped back to her fight as the shaving razor Quinn had wedged into a toothbrush slashed her thigh. She felt blood start to seep into her boot and leveled her full fury on the cackling lunatic. Add one more scar to the pile I guess she thought bitterly as she drove her gloved fist into Quinn's jaw, who spit out a tooth before dropping to the ground. She looked at her leg briefly, quickly assessing that it wasn't serious. Good thing no one sees me naked anymore, I don't know how I'd explain all these scars.
She dismissed the thought and looked for Killer Croc. The hulking monstrosity was nowhere to be seen, which was alarming since he stood out from the crowd. Fortunately the inmates running from the Asylum had slow to a trickle, the last stragglers getting picked up by the GCPD and Arkham security guards. She turned around to head towards the Asylum and was startled to see Batman standing directly behind her.
His eyes were scanning the courtyard as he spoke to her. "Deathstroke got from me while I was dealing with the inmates inside." He then paused and looked directly at Batgirl. "Where is Robin?"
A spike of guilt shot through her at the question, magnifying the anxiety she had about what Stephanie was going through. Robin had been right there and she wasn't able to save her friend from being carried off by a murdering monster. "I- she- Croc ran off with her. Harley stopped me-"
Batman disregarded the rest of what she had to say, turning away from her and tapped the comm unit in his cowl. "Penny-1, I need you to remotely activate Robin's locator." He paused, waiting for the results. The Batman is nothing if not a coldly composed man, but Batgirl has known Bruce for a long time and she could recognize when the man was worrying. After a moment his frown deepened and Batgirl realized something was very wrong.
"Robin's locator has been deactivated." He said flatly, heading towards the batmobile. He tapped a button on his gauntlet and the batmobile's shield rolled down, the engine automatically blasting to life. Deactivated?? Batgirl thought. That doesn't sound like Croc. What happened here tonight?
"I'll help!" She yelled, shouting over the batmobile's engines. "I'll take the entertainment district." He looked at her, nodded and then jumped in the driver's seat. The Batmobile screamed out of the courtyard as Batgirl aimed her grappling hook at the rooftop nearest to the Asylum walls and swung away Into the night.
She spent the rest of the night combing through the amusement district, recapturing a few escaped inmates and stopping two muggings. She interrogated every street hustler and hooker in the area but no one had seen Croc after he left the asylum.
As the first light of dawn crept over Gotham, Batgirl found herself exhausted and frustrated. She had been searching for Robin for hours, but every lead had turned up empty. The weight of her failure pressed heavily on her, if she had been able to defeat Harley sooner then this wouldnt be happening. Robin was gone, and she couldn't shake the feeling that she was to blame.
She finally decided it was time to head home, that there was nothing left for her to do tonight. She made her way towards the clock tower in Gotham, an underappreciated landmark in the Gotham skyline. She landed on the roof and activated the hidden panel which opened the secret entrance. She dropped down, landing in the guest room that she had converted into a makeshift batcave. She had bought the building years ago under an alias, Eleanor Gray, paying for it with money she had confiscated from one of Black Masks warehouses. Not everyone in Gotham was Bruce Wayne, and her job at the library was fulfilling but wasn't going to be able to let her buy a proper base somewhere in the city. She knew it raised ethical questions, but chose to view it as investing into crime fighting in Gotham.
She walked into her living room in costume, breaking her own rule about keeping her Batgirl gear in the guest room. It was a precautionary rule that didn't really seem to matter, nobody who knew her was aware of where she lives. Besides, her work and vigilantism had chased everyone out of her life years ago. Even Richard, her long time boyfriend, had eventually left. Her constant absences and flimsy explanations had convinced him that she wasn't serious about them, so he broke up with her in October of 2023. She had debated on telling him the truth but couldn't take the chance that he'd want her to quit.
She plopped down on her couch, feeling the night's toll on her body. She peeled off her mask and tossed it on her coffee table, closing her eyes and feeling herself sink into her comfy couch. Her body desperately wanted to rest but her mind was still going a mile a minute, processing everything that happened. The escaped inmates would make her nights a lot busier for the next few weeks, not to mention all the heavy hitters that escaped during the chaos.
I need to go to bed she thought, trying to will herself to get up. But the couch was comfortable and she was tired. Tired... and a little horny. Her gloved hand moved to her crotch, absent mindedly rubbing herself through her suit. She hadn't had sex with anyone since the break up and her long nights sometimes meant she would go weeks without self care. I can't remember the last time I had an orgasm she realized, and pulled the glove off of her right hand. Her vibrator was in the nightstand in her bedroom, but she was too tired to go get it. The old fashioned way will have to do she thought as her hand slid inside of her pants. Not that it will take much. She slipped her hand lower, the tips of her fingers brushing against her shaved mound.
She rubbed her sensory starved clit and a small moan escaped her lips, the nightmarish night melting out of her mind as pleasure took hold of her. As her fingers worked her pussy the memory of Richard's touch flickered to life in her mind. She recalled the way his strong hands had once gripped her hips, the relentless rhythm of his thrusts that had left her breathless and wanting more. His cock, thick and insatiable, had been her undoing every time, each stroke a testament to the raw desire he had harbored for her. Now, in the solitude of her condo, she imagined him there with her, his lips tracing the curve of her neck as he whispered her name. As her fingers continued their frantic dance, Batgirl's other hand rose, sliding her top up and tracing the curve of her breast before her gloved fingers closed around the nipple, pinching it gently. The sensation sent a ripple through her, and she squeezed harder, the pressure mingling with the pleasure building below. A little bit of pain during sex had always secretly excited her, along with thoughts of bondage and domination but she had never worked up the courage to explore that side of her.
Her breath quickened, the world seemed to stop moving as her orgasm approached. Her fingers became a blur on her clit, the wet sounds of her activity filling the room. Finally she came, biting her bottom lip as her intense orgasm rolled through her. Her hand clutching her nipple squeezed harder, her toes curling in her yellow boots as her body stiffened on the couch. Then, it was over. Feelings of loneliness immediately set in as she now wanted post orgasm cuddles. Sighing, she stood up finally and stripped off the rest of her costume, leaving a trail to her bathroom. She examined the cut on her leg, thankful that it didnt require stitches. She cleaned it and bandaged it, mentally cursing Harley Quinn throughout the procedure. After she was done she made her way to her bedroom and tossed herself on her bed, slipped in between her sheets, and fell asleep quickly.
She awoke eight hours later, around 2 pm, and tried to ignore the guilt of waking up so late on a day off. The price of living as a glamorous vigilante she thought, trying to remember the last time she enjoyed one of her days off as Barbara gordon. She grabbed a quick shower and a fresh bat suit, heading up to the roof of the Clock Tower. Normally she wouldn't go out this early but the escaped inmates were wreaking havoc across Gotham and Robin was God knows where. She felt another pang of guilt, wishing she could have saved her friend but shook it off with some effort. Those thoughts wouldn't help Robin right now and she needed to get her game face on
With renewed determination, Batgirl swung through the Gotham night, her cape fluttering behind her like a shadowy wingspan. The city was alive with the hum of distant traffic and the occasional wail of a siren, but she kept her focus: finding Robin. She landed gracefully on the edge of a rooftop, her boots making barely a sound on its dirty surface. As she crouched on the rooftop, the cool night air whipping her hair into a frenzy, Batgirl tapped the side of her cowl, and the crackle of the police scanner filled her ears. As she feared, the voices on the other end were frantic, each report more dire than the last. "Robbery in progress at the Gotham Bank... suspect identified as the Two-Face... alarms at the botanical gardens, Poison Ivy suspected." The litany of crimes painted a grim picture of a city unraveling at the seams. Then, one immediately grabbed her attention. "Multiple assaults reported at the waterfront, believed to be the work of Killer Croc"
Upon hearing Crocs location she immediately jumped off the side of the building she was perched on, her grappling hook swinging her high above the streets towards the Waterfront district. The reports didn't mention anything about a hostage so Croc likely didn't have her. Her jaw set as she made her way towards her opponent, determined that she would do whatever it takes to get Robin's location from him. Within minutes she arrived at the piers on the waterfront and it wasn't too hard to see that Croc had been there. There were bodies strewn about the docks, bodies with long ugly gashes torn into them. What's gotten into him? This is barbaric even for him. Croc was certainly a murderer but his violence was always the means to his ends, not the goal itself.
Batgirl crouched beside the first body, careful to not drag her cape through the blood puddle. The man's eyes were wide with terror, his face twisted in a silent scream. His chest was an open wound, deep and jagged, and told her all she needed to know- Croc wasn't holding back. She rose to her feet and tore her eyes away from the corpse, silently promising it justice. The open air was thick with the stench of gore and ocean salt as she followed the carnage, her stomach churning at the scene.
Batgirl's eyes narrowed as she spotted Killer Croc, his massive frame looming over a struggling woman at the end of a pier. The woman's cries echoed sharply across the water, trying to back away from him in terror as Croc's clawed hand gripped her arm, drawing her closer to him. Batgirl's pulse raced, her mind racing with strategies to take him down without harming his next victim.
Killer Croc's free hand grabbed the front of the woman's shirt, the fabric tearing with a loud rip as he yanked it violently downward. The woman's breasts bounced free, the dim light of the pier illuminating her exposed skin. Batgirl's jaw clenched in fury as she reached into her belt to grab a batarang. She knew she had to act swiftly before Crocs body count raised by one.
"That's enough!" Batgirl's voice cut through the night air, sharp and commanding as she stepped under a lamp post. Killer Croc's head snapped towards her, his scaly face twisting into a snarl. The woman in his grasp struggled harder, her terrified cries rising in pitch. Batgirl didn't flinch, her eyes locked on Croc's claws digging into the woman's arms. With a swift motion, she threw the batarang with obsessively honed skill, the razor sharp projectile slicing through the air and embedding into the wrist holding the hysterical woman.
The woman dropped to the ground and then scrambled to her feet, covering her tits with her hands as she ran off. "Thank you thank you THANK YOU" she blurted out as she ran past Batgirl.
Batgirl watched her go, her expression unchanging, before turning her attention back to Killer Croc. He was massive, his muscles rippling under his scaly skin, and his eyes gleamed with feral intensity. Batgirl knew she had to end this quickly, otherwise she would be another corpse on the docks for the coroner to pick up. She charged at him, her leg whipping towards his right knee, hoping to restrict his movements.
As Batgirl clashed with Killer Croc, their movements were a blur of shadows and claws. Batgirl fought defensively and struck when she saw openings, the sound of their labored breathing filled the night. Batgirl's fists met Croc's scaly flesh with a sickening thud, but he barely flinched. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, a primal energy that made her skin crawl. It wasn't until she landed a particularly hard kick to his side that she noticed it—a bulge in his pants, unmistakable and grotesque. Her eyes snapped towards his furious face. "You were going to rape her," she spat, rage burning behind her eyes.
What passed for his lips curled into a sinister grin, revealing rows of sharp, yellowed teeth. "Its been a long time since i got my dick wet, Bat-tits," he growled, his voice low and menacing, "and since you let my date get away you're going to take her place." His massive frame took a step closer to Batgirl, the bulge in his pants unmistakable as his eyes roamed across her athletic frame.
Batgirl's breath came in sharp, determined gasps as she launched herself at Killer Croc with renewed ferocity. Every punch, every kick, every twist of her body was fueled by the horrifying threat that hung over her. The threat gave her flashbacks to when Killer Moth of all people got the upper hand on her two years ago, subjecting her to the most humiliating defeat of her career. She pushed the memories aside, knowing she needed all of her focus to survive this murderous behemoth.
Batgirl's fists flew with precision, each strike aimed at Killer Croc's vulnerable spots, but his scaly hide absorbed much of the impact. She danced around him, her agility her only advantage against his brute strength. A swift kick to his right knee again finally starts to take its toll and he drops to one knee. His claws whizzed through the air blindly as he tried to get to his scaly feet but Batgirl easily moved past the attacks.
Her hand slipped into her belt and grabbed a sedative dart, hoping to stick his tongue which was the only part of his flesh that the dart could pierce. But before she could drive it into his mouth, Croc smashed into Batgirl's fist, sending the sedative flying into the water. Croc's hand shot out before she could recover, his claws tightened around her throat, her windpipe squeezed shut as he let out a gutteral roar. Batgirl's legs kicked wildly, her boots scraping against his scaled legs, but his grip was unrelenting. She could feel the air being squeezed from her lungs, her vision blurring at the edges as the darkness started to grow. She could feel panic starting to creep in as she futilely tried to pry his fingers away from her neck. While he held her in the air with one and he raised the other, his fistful of claws gleaming in the lamp light. Batgirl got flashbacks of all those bodies she had walked past to come here, realizing was she about to join their ranks! Another victim of a deformed psychopath, torn open and discarded on a dirty dock. The police would eventually show up and unmask her corpse, cheerfully exposing her identity post-mortem, and Barbara Gordon would go down in history as the crazy librarian who got violently killed in a Halloween costume.
Fuck that she thought, summoning every bit of energy and focus she could for one last play. With a surge of adrenaline, she drove her steel toes into his still rigid groin, the impact sending a shockwave through his massive frame. Killer Croc's grip on her throat loosened slightly, but before she could break free, his other hand clamped down on her, his thick, scaly fingers grabbing her by the pussy and lifting her high over his head. "I'm going to snap your spine and fuck you to death, Bat-Meat," he hissed, his breath reeking like it has never felt the bristles of a toothbrush, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "But I'll leave the mask on. Without it theres no difference to you than those other puppets I broke."
Batgirl was a disciple of Batman, and like him if she believed all life was sacred. But that didn't mean she didn't have dark thoughts about her opponents. Cruel and permanent ways to take them down, violent remedies that always lurked beneath her conscious decisions to be merciful. But today mercy was going to earn her an ugly death. With that in mind, she reached for the explosive charge on her utility belt, her fingers closing around it like a lifeline. She threw the small device, which was used to breach locked doors, directly onto his excited crotch and shielded her face with her arms. Just as he began to bring her down on his knee the device discharged, the smell of smoke and burnt skin filling the air.
Croc immediately dropped her, his massive hands clutching his smoldering crotch while letting out a blood curdling shriek. He frantically tapped his crotch, confirming everything was still attached. "GET ME TO THE HOSPITAL RIGHT FUCKING NOW YOU FUCKING BITCH" he roared, his voice filled with rage and panic. He rolled on his side, clutching himself as he screamed.
Batgirl's boot slammed on the side of his head, pinning it to the ground. She opened her palm in front of his face, revealing another explosive charge. "I think one more would blow it clean off," her cold voice promised. "Tell me where you took Robin or not even the Flash could get you to the hospital in enough time to save your manhood."
He looked at the explosive charge and then at Batgirl's masked face. He gritted his teeth and bit back a scream. "It was it was Riddler!" he hissed through clenched teeth. "T-Told me he wanted the b-bird."
Her boot dug into his head harder. "And what was all this about? Those poor people on the docks! Why did they have to die?"
He half sobbed as responded, his eyes clenched in pain. "P-please, I need a hospital, I'm telling the truth."
She raised her voice and lifted her boot, stomping onto his head as hard as she possibly could. "Those people! WHY?"
Croc howled in pain and rage "Because the Riddler told me to! He wanted to lure you down here!!"
"What does Riddler want with me?" Batgirl roared, her athletic frame shaking from the near death experience.
Croc's eyes shot open and fixed themselves on hers. "He wants revenge because you fucked up his first Riddle and cursed us with a lifetime of the Batman! Nigma had him and you fucked it up for every criminal in this town!"
Batgirl grew silent at that. She removed her boot from his face and abruptly turned around, walking away from the screaming killer. "YOU FUCKED IT UP FOR ALL OF US, BUT RIDDLER PROMISED HE CAN DO IT AGAIN! WE'RE GOING TO MAKE AN EXAMPLE OUT OF EVERY ONE OF YOU!!"
The approaching sirens distracted her from Croc's bellowing, causing her to quicken her pace. She quickly ran towards the nearby warehouses, her grappling hook firing her escape line at the rooftops.
She swung away as she heard the sirens arrive, trying to get as much distance between her and the ugly scene she just survived and she could.
It was Riddler. Had to be, fucking Riddler hired Deathstroke to break him and every other heavy hitter out of Gotham. He's upgraded his first riddle. But back then his riddle was only designed for Batman, now he needs to take Robin and me down as well. As she swung away from the docks she recalled his first caper, which nearly turned into Batman's final case.
Over 9 years ago the Riddler made his debut in gotham, staging a series of brilliant riddles designed to keep the Batman busy as he robbed Gotham blind. Except it was all a ruse, a cover to run Batman ragged while his real plan came to fruition. His riddles had Batman run a gauntlet of his worst enemies at large until Riddler sprung his trap, a fully powered Bane when Batman was running on fumes. Later that evening, Riddler hijacked the Gotham news and broadcast it's defeated hero. Batman was chained to a chair, with Riddler promising is impromptu unmasking. What he hadn't been counting on was the rookie Batgirl using her computer skills to pinpoint Riddler's location. Instead of seeing the true face of Batman, Gotham got to see Batgirl beating the shit out of Riddler and freeing Batman. She had only been wearing the cape and cowl for a few months at that point but thanks to her the Batman continued to plague Gothams criminal element.
And speaking of Batman, he needs to hear what Croc had to say she thought as she swung through the Gotham skyline. But he didn't pick up on comms, evidently busy with the chaos spreading throughout the city. She decided to leave word with Alfred, but before she could, the police scanner in her cowl crackered with static. "All units, we have multiple inmates fleeing into Grayson's Pub on 5th and Main. Requesting backup immediately." Batgirl's head snapped towards the location, her blood running cold. That was Richard's parent's restaurant, where he worked as head chef. Without hesitation, she changed direction, her grappling hook whizzing as she swung towards her ex boyfriends workplace.
She landed silently on the rooftop of Grayson's Pub, the neon sign casting a neon blue glow on her as she peered over the side. There were two squad cars out front with officers taking cover behind them, meaning it was a hostage situation. Her heart started hammering in her ribcage, terrified that the man she had loved for years might already be dead. She took small comfort in knowing that this couldn't be part of whatever nonsense the Riddler had planned, this was just opportunistic violence, a ripple in the pond of Gotham's madness.
Batgirl slipped through the back door of the Grayson's Pub, the sounds of angry yelling coming from the dining area. The air was thick with the smell of garlic and fryer grease, and the shouts of the inmates echoed through the usually busy kitchen. She moved silently, her eyes scanning the room through the narrow gap between the kitchen doors. Most of the restaurant workers must have managed to escape, but a couple of chefs remained, their faces pale and terrified as they were held hostage by the inmates. Her breath caught as she saw Richard among them, his eyes wide with fear. Her heart caught in her chest at the sight of him, she hadn't seen him since the breakup and it made her realize how much she missed his handsome face. A flood of emotions ran through her, but she did her best to quell them. This was not the time.
Batgirl counted five inmates, each one agitated and on high alert. The police must have been chasing them and they got desperate, looked for hostages. She could work with this so long as the police stayed outside. The GCPD was infamous for endangering civilians in firefights.
She pulled a smoke bomb from her belt and readied herself, mapping out her movements to take down the inmates without putting the hostages in greater danger. The inmates were scattered, their panic making them unpredictable. Batgirl knew she had to act quickly or risk losing her favorite person in the world.